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arcane-apathy · 3 years

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Part 1

AN: Part 1 of 3 for this Male Naga X Female Reader. I’m hoping to get better at writing short stories, but it’ll take some practice. I hope y’all enjoy!

Warning(s): N/A

You didn’t know why you decided to leave home but your mind was already made up and the U-Haul was already packed. There was no going back now. You didn’t want to be a big city nurse anymore, and you also didn’t want to move back to your hometown. So, this year you decided to move to New Mexico, specifically Peralta. A town of a little over three thousand people. The eastern half of town right on the border of the Isleta Pueblo Reservation, and the Rio Grande River to the west. You could even see the Manzano Mountain Range in the distance.

The drive to Peralta was taxing, but unbelievably beautiful. No wonder why New Mexico is called The Land of Enchantment. You made it to your new home in the middle of the day, and the sun was high above you. Of course you decided to move in the middle of summer, the dry heat smacking you in the face as you got out of the rental truck. You shielded your eyes from the sun as you stared at your new home.

The property was near the end of a dirt road, about a city block away from the local cemetery. But you didn’t mind, in fact it made the house even cheaper. You’d just have to remember to cleanse the house whenever you got a chance. The house was a simple one-story pueblo style house, the faux-adobe outside was an ivory color, and the windows were painted pear green. It lacked the wooden vigas, making it obvious that it wasn’t an actual pueblo home. The house was small, the yard was huge, it had a detached stainless-steel garage, and a dirt driveway. All surrounded by a chain link fence with a gate.

It didn’t take you long to unload the U-Haul, considering you sold most of your things before you moved. You lay your mattress on the bedroom floor and the majority of boxes stay in your living room. You look at the time on your phone, there was still two hours until the U-Haul’s scheduled return time. Un-packing wasn’t the first item on the agenda, some serious cleaning needed to be done before you thought about anything else.

Granted the house wasn’t in horrible shape, but it was obvious that it’s been a few months since anyone has lived in it. The air was stuffy, there was dust on everything, and there was dirt all over the floors. You search for your bag of cleaning supplies that you bought at a Wal-Mart in Albuquerque, well prepared to clean. With the house being so small, it didn’t take you long to clean, so you took your time admiring your new home. The house was made in the seventies, the Spanish-style linoleum tiles in the kitchen being the proof. Yet it didn’t look like it came out of a home magazine that your grandmother would've read. There were some obvious updates throughout the years. Thankfully central air was one of them.

You returned the U-Haul and the towing dolly on time, driving your car back home. You stopped at a Domino’s on the way home, not yet ready to try the local food. Unpacking was the only thing on your mind. And no surprise to you, it took all night. Packing wasn’t easy, because you had to take things from their place and sort them into boxes. Unpacking was another challenge, the amount of times you switched which cabinet your plates went in was frustrating. By two in the morning you had everything put away, there were sheets on your bed, and your eyelids were heavy.

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It’s been a month since you’ve moved, and you’ve loved it more that you’d ever thought. Living in your one bedroom house was a dream compared to any other apartment you’ve had before. You’ve gotten over the linoleum in the kitchen, and you couldn’t even imagine the house without it. The yard was easy to maintain, considering it was primarily dirt. You didn’t see much of your neighbors but they were nice from what you could tell. And the quiet was refreshing.

You spent most of your days at work, a health center in the middle of the Isleta Pueblo Reservation. The work was tough, and didn’t pay much, but it was obvious that they needed you there. According to your co-workers everyone wanted to work in the big cities and that smaller health centers, especially ones for the native populations, were constantly understaffed. You became a licensed practical nurse because you wanted to help people, and working in an at risk community fulfilled that goal.

To say you were surprised when your co-worker invited you to her birthday party in Albuquerque was an understatement. Although you didn’t know her that well, you still went. You needed socialization outside of the workplace and the occasional video calls with your family back home. So, you put on your best outfit and did your best to look presentable. The night started off at a restaurant, the food was amazing, and the company was actually enjoyable. After dinner you all went to a bar, so far it was a typical birthday party for a bunch of girls in their twenties.

You stood against the wall, nursing a drink as everyone else in your group dance. Normally you weren’t such a party pooper, but these girls weren’t much of your crown. It was too early in the night to go home, and they all knew that you didn’t work tomorrow so you couldn’t use that excuse. Hence why you resorted to people watching. The bar was packed with humans and non-humans alike, all dancing with each other. There were already a few couples sharing face in the darker corners.

“You look bored,” a blunt voice shook you from your daze. You look to the side, noticing as a tall man slithered up to you. Not metaphorically. Your eyes instantly gravitated to his tail, the bulk of muscle trailing closely behind him as he moved. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pattern of his scales. The base was beige and was decorated in an assortment of splotches all in varying shades of brown, and at the very end of it all was a black rattle. He laughs at your reaction, “have you never seen a Naga before?”

“Not up close, there weren’t that many back home,” you flush a little as you are caught staring. Which wasn’t a lie, you didn’t see many growing up, nor did you encounter a lot at work either. A surprising statistic you’ve learned since you moved is that New Mexico has the highest population of Naga in the United States, with Texas as a close second. You have seen a few as you wandered around Peralta and the neighboring towns, but you have yet to talk to them.

“Oh, you’re from out of town. How exciting,” he smiles and extends a hand, “Santiago Rosales.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself. His smile grows and the rainbow lights from the dance floor reflect off his fangs. You couldn’t deny that he was an attractive man, tan skin, curly raven hair, a triangular face with a strong jawline, and golden serpentine eyes. You look back at the dance floor and notice one of your co-workers giving you a thumbs up. “So, not to sound cheesy… But why is a pretty chica like you, not out there?”

You flush a little at his definitely cheesy comment, “I’ve already done my socializing for the evening, but if I leave now I’ll never hear the end of it at work. What about you, why aren’t you out there?”

He motions to his tail, “I’m in no mood to get stomped on.”

“Oh… I didn’t even think of that. Does it happen often?”

“It happened a lot when I was a kid, but I was kinda a wimpy kid too,”

You raise a brow as you look at how snugly his button up fits to his arms and chest, “wimpy?”

“Hey I wasn’t always like this, I was a string bean growing up. It took years for this to happen,” he motions to himself proudly. You laugh and finish your drink, Santiago looks at the empty glass, “may I offer to buy you another drink?”

You contemplate it for a second then shake your head, “no thank you, I have to drive home tonight. And I don’t live in Albuquerque.”

“Is it too weird to ask where you live then?”

“Peralta,” you shrug.

“Really? My mom lives in Peralta… Maybe I’ll see you around?”

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And you did, the first time you saw Santiago was at the grocery store. You were trying to figure out what brand of refried beans to buy when he came down the aisle, slithering alongside an older Naga woman. He didn’t acknowledge you, which made you question whether he recognized you at all. The second time you saw him was at the post office, and he immediately smiled when he saw you. Your heart couldn’t help to flutter at the sight of him. The third time was at the bank, both of you waiting in line at the tellers.

The fourth time was when everything changed. You were standing in the bathroom aisle at Target in Albuquerque, looking through the wide array of shower curtain options. You heard your name being called and you looked up, expecting to see someone from work, possibly even a regular patient. But, instead your eyes were graced with the sight of a familiar Naga in a taut shirt and a leather jacket, “oh, hi Santiago.”

“Hola, looking for a shower curtain I see,” he smiles as he sidles up beside you.

You fluster a little, realizing you were still wearing your baggy maroon scrubs. “Indeed I am, it’s been two months and my house still looks like no one lives in there.”

He looks you up and down, his eyes stopping at the embroidered patch above your breast, “you work at Isleta Health Center?”

Your brows knit in confusion and you look down at the patch, resisting the urge to face palm, “yes, yes I do. Sorry, I just got off my shift and I kinda forgot I was still wearing this monstrosity.”

“You don’t look bad at all if I’m being honest…”

Damn he was slick, “it’s not the worst, but I hate how plain it is. I sold all my fun scrubs when I moved, so I’m stuck with the standard issues until I buy more.” He nods and looks at the shower curtains in your hands curiously. “So, what are you here for?”

"Uhh… Honestly I don't even know anymore. They didn't have what I needed, so I just started to aimlessly slither around the store. And then I found you."

"Aimlessly wandering around Target can be dangerous," you chuckle.

"I haven't learned my lesson apparently," he gives you a lopsided smile, "last time it happened I came home with a pillow that had some motivational quote.”

“Yikes,” you laugh and put one of the curtains back onto it’s metal hook.

“Yikes indeed,” he crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at the options before him. “So, do you have any style in mind.”

“Santiago, you don’t need to help me.”

“I fear if I don’t help you, you’ll be stuck in the store until it closes,” he teases with a wink.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, “alright fine. My house is pueblo style, built in the seventies. The bathroom was recently remodeled before they sold it, so the walls are plain, it has normal wood, and laminate tiles that look like travertine. It’s very boring.”

“So you need something to spice it up?”

“Exactly,” you pick up a geometric patterned one, looking at the picture on the cardboard.

Santiago shakes his head, "nope", he takes it out of your hand and puts it back. You look at him dumbfounded by how brash he was. He puts another one in your hands, “this one looks like you.”

You look down at the curtains, it was a simple floral. But with the way the bright flowers were stylized like they were from an Alfredo Ramos Martinez painting. “This is cute.”

“You look like a floral person.”

“How does one look like a floral person, without being an actual nymph?” He shrugs and you simply roll your eyes, “you’re lucky I tolerate you.”

He winces, “just tolerate?”

“Well, I don’t know you that well…”

“Then let's get to know each other,” his posture straightens. “Why don’t we go out for a coffee someday, as a date?” You must’ve stared at him like he grew another head because he immediately fell back on his statement, “or not a date?”

“No… A date is fine.”

“Is it?”

“Definitely.”

“Then why are you still looking at me like that?”

Your face instantly turns a scarlet color, “I… It's been awhile since I’ve been on a date. So, the fact that you are asking me on a date, in a Target, is mind boggling.”

“Do you want me to ask you outside the Target?”

“That’s not the point,” you sigh, trying to steady your breathing. “So, a date?”

Santiago smirks, “give me your phone.” You scowl and he shrinks at your stern gaze, “por favor?” Reluctantly you unlock and hand him your phone, watching as he makes himself a contact. “Text me when you get home, I should have a fantastic plan by then.”

“No coffee?”

“Nope, you deserve more than a coffee.” You flush again as he smiles victoriously, “I’ll let you get back to shopping so you can get home at a decent hour. Talk to you soon, cariño.” You watch as he slithers out of the aisle with a wave over his shoulder. You can’t help but stare, looking at the end of the aisle then back at the curtains in your hand. For some reason, the bright flowers just felt right. So, you put the package into your basket and head off to find the next item on your list. And you couldn’t wait until you got home.

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demonbanger · 2 years

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Consider Me Charmed

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Pairing: Naga! Rengoku x Monster Hunter! F Reader / M x F

(artwork of Rengoku) 🐍❤️‍🔥

Summary: Reader is a monster Hunter assigned to kill Kyojuro, who is a Giant Naga who eats men seeking vengeance for those who killed his mother. Hunter becomes prey, and reader is taken against her will, into the depths of the mountains.

NSFW Warning: SLOW BURN (lots of buildup) Smut, tongue-fucking, dub-con, double penetration, cervix fucking, breeding, oviposition, creampie, overstimulation, poisoning/drugging, bondage with venom, size difference kink, biting, predator x prey dynamic, body horror, graphic violence/ gore descriptions, killing, dark content warning

SFW Warning: Fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, Rengoku has anger issues and trauma to resolve, he's not really a gentleman until the end hahah, death mention, happy ending, this thing is as long as the mf bee movie script

Word Count: 8.5k

TAG LIST: @rightintheguts @knyplaymatemansion @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday

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"AT THE BEGINNING OF MANKIND, man and beast walked the earth together. The world was full of terrifying, vicious, magical creatures….some who even looked like humans, before humanity’s existence.

In the world we know of, humans are at the top of the food chain. But actually, there are many creatures who reign at the top next to humans, and some who especially prey on humans. Some regions of humans made friends with certain species, and others… not so much. The Naga, also known as the snake person, is a creature thought to be even older than man, with an ancient power that cannot be perceived. The Nagas we know today, though, have since branched off and live in different climates, adapted to have different powers. Some Nagas are smaller and have such watered-down power that it’s just the five senses, but Giant Nagas never stop growing and eat humans and smaller Nagas.

“The Rengoku clan, also known as the Sun Family, is the most ancient of the Giant Nagas which is a type of Pit Naga (lives underground, perfect night vision but Rengokus can also survive above ground –hence the “Sun” nomenclature), and the most powerful family, from which all snake-people come from. Nagas are mostly cold-blooded and most do not belong in this family, despite having human traits at the upper half of their bodies…but the small percentage of Nagas with warm blood and very specific physical characteristics have kept the Rengoku bloodline strong and at its full power.

“A branch of the Rengoku family tree has especially warmer blood because one has mated with a human, (this warm Naga blood allows them to withstand any temperature–hyper-adaptability which leads to more strength, a faster metabolism, and a constant temperature when mixed with their magical golden spiked scales, activates a certain stone known as Nagastone which gives them power in battle that can only really be stopped with lightning magic—--demon blood magic** has made it so that any one who sword fights with a Rengoku Naga and sheds one's blood will feel the same pain they inflict upon the snake-person.

“Any naga of Rengoku bloodline can be described as having eyes that look like this Nagastone, colored red, gold, and white, that looks especially radiant and gem-like with the snake scale lid when they glow in the dark. Legends say their eyes not only have infrared vision like all nagas, and color vision like a small amount of nagas, but they also see into the spiritual world. (**See, the Rengoku clan is a clan with origins of speaking to demons and other cursed creatures. All other nagas aren’t seen as worthy so shouldn’t be seen as demonic).

“Legends say the blood magic and Nagastone that demons have given Nagas has made their blood run the color of lava, and the power that comes with blood warmth magnifies when a Naga mates with a human. Rengoku nagas who are attracted to humans can find a human mate and, and it’s recommended one of their bloodline does so every half millennium (500 years).

“Naga power structures are generally matriarchal, and war between humans and nagas is thought to be because of some humans and some misunderstandings. If nagas eat innocent humans, the Monster Hunter Society considers them as nagas who need to be hunted for the safety of mankind. Anyone who lives near the mount they reside in, be cautious as they live deep underground and come up to feed when they’re starving." (taken from chapter II of THE MONSTER HUNTER COMPENDIUM, written in 1890).

⟢ADOLESCENCE⟣

“Don't play with your food, Kyo, it’ssss inhumane.” Kyojuro looked up to his 12-foot tall mother (who had another 20 feet of tail coiled up comfortably, to be fair) and huffed, flicking a forked tongue in annoyance.

“But issn’t it a criminal, momma? Why doess it matter, if thisss human murdered ssomeone as young as me in human yearssss?” He looked at the man who was petrified, but literally couldn’t move. A giant bite wound with two puncture marks spilled a mixture of his blood and immobilization venom. Kyojuro’s eye slits narrowed even more at the sight of this middle aged man whose eye he gouged out and leg he broke “by accssssident, Ma”. She sighed, recalling how her sister thought the same violent way, and got killed for it a couple years ago. Still felt just like yesterday when a band of angry outlaws hunted her down and killed her in an ambush when she was just looking for food.

—She shudders each time she thinks of how her husband Shinjuro ate them in their village one night, and came home with some goods made out of her sister’s beautiful scaled skin (not all of them because they were most likely sold for a profit–she hopes they didn’t scale her alive, because she shed that day so this new skin was especially sparkly and desirable, but also would feel like getting skinned).---

“Ssssweetie, that type of behavior will get you hunted down, and people like the Monster Hunters will ssee you right away as a threat to all mankind, be careful,” she said, voice always soothing to Kyojuro.

Reluctantly, he nodded, and turned to the man whose upper body was as big as his. He gave the man a sympathetic look to appease his mother, and gave his neck a mercy *snap.* Then he unhinged his jaw and put the man’s head in his mouth, his nagastone jewelry making this man fit into his human throat until it went past his human-like stomach and went into his snake stomach, at that point the prey returned to its normal size and digested, making him grow. His mother was at least pleased by her son's listening. He’d do anything for his mom.

She was unnervingly beautiful, always the diplomat in her deceased sister and her joint ruling. They were Queens of the Giant Nagas of this region, and now that her sister-in-law got hunted down, she wasn’t sure what would happen to her, since she was definitely a giant Naga of highly decorated ruling status. Nagas, especially of the Rengoku royal clan, were some of the most misunderstood creatures out there. Once worshiped by ancient societies as symbols of fertility and thought to control the weather, Nagas were revered by humans.

But since the Rengoku family does have special powers that did come from demons whenever they wear jewelry with Nagastone in it—well, humans saw them as demons. Their scales, their hair, their eyes looked like flames (hence the slur “Hellsnake”, not helped at all by the horned viper horns); people would read them by their cover as all evil.

She, Ruka Rengoku, who married into the name and had more human blood (making her a warm-blooded noblewoman in the naga caste system) chose to not wear the crown passed down to her which was enchanted by the large Nagastone it held. That way her blood wouldn’t possess so much of the battle power. She was strong, but she wanted to rule a peaceful kingdom, and wanted to restore the relationship between humans and nagas.

Her husband Shinjuro thought that idea, while amazing like all ideas his darling queen had, was too ambitious. Humans now equated snakes with the devil, and many cultures thought of snakes as bad luck, the last time he went up to feed. But he always respected her wishes and followed the rule she kept of eating only criminals and not randoms.

Kyojuro looked up to her so much and loved her with all his heart. He was the heir, so he needed to find a wife who would be the next ruling queen, and she’d definitely have to be strong and sweet–the perfect balance–like his mother, his favorite person in the whole wide world. But he was only 200 (13 in naga years), so he still had 3-4 whole centuries before his prime centuries would start. He won’t think of that for a while. ‘Til then he was quite the natural warrior, unlike his mother.

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YOUNG ADULTHOOD / 1910

“Mother! MOTHER!!!” Kyojuro slithered across the grass as quickly as he could. Ten to twelve men lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, eyes in shock and rage as they watch Kyojuro cradle his mother. The full moon shines brightly across her dark scales, in contrast to his fire-colored ones, and the image is beautiful but haunting.

“Ma, we’re going to be okay, we’re Rengokus! You’ll survive!,” he exclaims, blinking back any semblance of tears before they form, smiling brightly at his mother, who was taking rattling breaths that were less snake-like, more coming from her ruptured lung that came by getting weapons stabbed into her tail and ribs. “We’re going to go up the mountain, and everything will be okay! I can pick you up!” he tries to carry his mother in a bridal style, but she’s smiling, knowing there is no way they can go all the way up in time.

“Son,” she winces even though he’s treating her like a butterfly and he stops, “You’ve grown to be such a strong young man, and I’m so proud of how far you’ve come these past three centuries.”

“But you’re going to see many more, right, Mother? I mean, Senjuro is still just a snakelet,” his smile is breaking, his composure is breaking, no, no, no, this is fine, he is okay! His mom is okay! Giant Nagas are semi-immortal, but his mother will not die! Not….a chance.

She smiles, then turns her head to cough blood away from her son. She has an elbow up so he doesn’t see but…Rengoku has super vision. He knows.

“Mother, this must be a dream! Tell me those humans did not just stab you and everything will be alright, Father will be …we will all be broken without you,” he looks her in the eyes, his are now pooling up against his will and a drop falls on her.

“Kyojuro…you’ll manage. I can’t just live forever….these humans …they dont know what they’re doing…not all humans are like this, I know this. Please trust me, son. The strong exist to protect the weak, and you were born strong. Tell your father I said to take care of himself, and Senji to go in whatever path he chooses. You’ll,” she coughs a cough that sounds absolutely dreadful, “you’ll do great…t-things, just..don’t be angry dear,” blood is spilling from her mouth and Kyojuro is laying his head lightly on his mother, tears streaming down his face, taking in each word.

“I love you, Ma,” he takes so long to say, because it feels like there’s lead weights preventing him from speaking…his brain is reeling so hard, his chest is hurting so bad.

Her hand weakly pats his back. “I love you……Kyo.”

Her eyes faded to black and there was no life.

Kyojuro shuts his eyes as tightly as he can, holding onto this feeling of holding his mother for the last time. How it’s come full circle.

She held him when he was newly hatched, and now here he is, supporting her body holding her the exact same way she held him. And he’s crying like when he was a baby who was entering an unfair world, and he’s crying again because of how unfair this world is with humans taking her away from him. She was peaceful. She didn’t have the blood magic on her because she didn’t wear the crown. They got to feel no pain being mirrored back, as they burned some scales, threw tar at her, stabbed her with stakes and pitchforks, whatever the dozen men could do, and she had just curled in her tail wanting them to stop.

“She. Wassssssss. The most noble woman on thisssss earth.” he hissed through gritted teeth and fangs, setting her down and closing her eyes for her. His eyes glower at them, but his expression is a smile.

“But I……am not noble.”

He picks up two men by the collar and spins them around at such fast speeds, their brains are dizzy and they get whiplash. “She didn’t wear the gemsss I’m wearing, becausssse when someone sheds my blood, they feel every ouncccce of pain I feel by being sssstabbed.” He throws them both up high in the air, and mid air strikes them down to land hard on the ground. Crunch. He sees red, “but I will make you suffer what she did.” He takes the weapons out of his sweet mother.

“Mother forgive me.” He’s drunk on sudden bloodlust and skewers the two men with a pitchfork.

Some men he picks up and throws back down to the ground in the same fashion. Others he rips off their limbs. Then he piles them all together, all still alive, and crushes them with his tail. He’s so angry that his kind nature is dark. His face looks serene, happy even, and he devours them all to get stronger.

Sweet Kyojuro is bitter. Bitter that someone took advantage of his mother without the Nagastone. Bitter that she had to suffer more for being a compassionate humanitarian. His blood boils so much he feels his skull will explode through pure rage. He wants to scream. He simmers. “I will never forgive human men until the day I fucking die. Kill. All. Men,” he whispers, spitting on the ground they all laid before he swallowed them up.

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You woke up before the sun rose as you have every. Single. Day. For moons upon moons that you’d see in the sky as you’d train until it was replaced by the sun.

You were a monster hunter. You were well-versed in the crafts of hand-to-hand combat, sword fighting, knife throwing, strength training, endurance, and magic. It was your job to take down any large beasts who would try to attack human villages, and you followed the Monster Hunter Compendium to a tee.

This morning was apparently a very quiet morning, with no crickets, no birds making a sound. The full moon still shone very brightly on the field, making the blowing grass look like an ocean that carried a little bit of sadness…or was it just you?

You always stood out from the other girls in class, and wondered why teachers looked upset with you when they’d ask for a “big strong boy” to help out and instead you’d outdo all the boys? Didn’t teachers appreciate more help? You would lift stacks of 4 chairs as the other girls would be sitting down all prim and proper.

You unsheathed your sword, chanting to make it glow blue.

“Wow, Y/n, you’re so strong!” You looked over towards the only girl in class who was quieter than you, who wasn’t doodling this time. Sara. The only friend you’d have for your entire childhood. Well….

“Oh, you know, it was nothing haha,” you shrug off with a smile. During story time you decide to sit next to her and you take turns showing each other drawings.

Sara always had a little flower clip in her hair and eventually she’d make you one in your favorite color, so you can wear it too. Then you’d be “twins!” You found that though she seemed like such a shy and soft girl, you and her both loved to draw something everyone else would think is weird….monsters. In great detail.

You’d have a contest to see who could draw the most interesting monster, doing something scary, always having to get more red ink because you always drew blood. Other girls would play with dolls, and boys would play marbles in the sand, which you both liked too, but you both preferred to draw giant lizards biting each other’s faces off. You were the weird smart girls.

“Check this one out, Y/n,” Sara giggled one time during lunch. A winged horse with a tiger’s head, that blew fire.

“Wow, Sara, that’s really good! What is its name?”

“Her name is Suki and she burned a giant forest so it became a desert!” she smiled so hard her eyes closed. Then her lavender eyes opened again. “What’s your monster!!!!”

Your heart raced with a happy excitement to show your best friend, your only friend, the only friend you needed anyways, your work.

“I thought you’d never ask! Here,” you turned your book over to show her a monster that was a man on top, and a snake at the bottom. He looked like lava with blonde hair that was red at the tips. He looked menacing but handsome.

“Woah….” Sara’s eyes lit up, looking over every detail. “He’s cute!”

“I know,” you said, your chest puffing with pride because he was your invention, “his 4 arms can hold so many weapons! He’s a prince and his crown can zap people!!!”

You squatted low to the ground, focused on your breathing. 1…2…3. Defying physics, you ran vertically up the giant tree in the middle of the field, using a large branch and your momentum to fling you up another 6 feet. You were now 18 feet above the ground, in the dark. You could see well, though, because you were here every day at the same time. Plus, glowing blue sword. Your fear of heights and the dark had vanished long ago. Big dummies were all over the tree so you could attack them and punch them above the ground. Fearless.

The moon was full, the moon of changes, of gains and loss, a full circle, where many magical rituals took place. You both had snuck out as you did every full moon. You were both now about 10 and were best friends for years.

You brought a little jar with you so you could do your little friendship protection ritual, always meeting at the stump in the middle of the forest when all of a sudden your stomach dropped, and you froze in fear. You heard a shriek that was all too familiar.

“SARA!!!!” you yelled, but she couldn’t move. Actually, you were pretty sure she was dead.

She looked just as bloodied as one of the drawings you both would make when you were younger, except seeing the blood pool out looking deep purple in the moonlight, made your brain short-circuit as you looked on in horror. You were too late. But something told you not to get close to her.

It sounded like the mountains were splitting open from you, but when you turn to see something moving, it came from a dark form as tall as a tree, with red glowing eyes, that smelled like a giant wet dog and blood.

Sara’s blood, to be exact.

Being the weird girl you were, you had a knife on you so you and sara could etch a tick mark on the stump to add to the number of months you were friends. The stump was supposed to be covered, but she was taken from you, by the werewolf that stood five feet away from you.

“YOU DID THIS!!!!!!” you screamed. You were shaking, partly from the trauma burning fresh and white-hot in your brain, but mostly from the pure rage that boiled your blood.

You were determined to kill this thing. And with that, you charged at it, not caring if this thing ate you.

When the Monster Hunters arrived, you were covered in blood.

And standing on top of the dead werewolf, stomping on its head, calling it bad words you just learned a month ago. When one of them tried to lift you off gently, saying, “that’s enough dear, it’s over now,” you screamed and kicked, but not in pain, just seething anger.

“You don’t get it!!!! He killed my best friend!! So I killed that stupid monster!!!” you yelled at the weird man who was lifting you up, but he was strong and carried you gently.

“I know, I’ve had monsters kill my friends too, and I killed them before. It’s okay.”

“You can’t bring them back…but you can save others just like her,” said the other, a woman, wearing the same thing as the man, who was picking up your dead friend with care.

Hearing that made it all too real for you and you choked on the sudden onslaught of sobs and tears.

“We-we were supposed to do… o-our friendship potion under the full moon! But I came t-too late and she’s gone!!! Sara’s gone! We were supposed to live a long time,” you wailed loudly. The big man was cradling you and gave you a comforting hug.

The woman was named Shinobu, and the man was named Tengen. They trained you to become the Monster Hunter you are today, and you’re at a higher rank now. That night was the worst night of your life because you found that same werewolf killed your family, and had you not snuck out that night, you would’ve died too. That rage carried you up the ranks until you became a White Star ranking, signified by the badge on your Hunter Corps uniform.

You maintained a tight schedule, training to hone your craft with utmost precision and passion in every move you made. They were impressed by your knack for killing, but it may have been due to your strategic smarts.

You hoped they were safe enough to come back from the mission they were sent on to kill an evil dragon in China a few days ago, but with all the missions that all the Monster Hunters you met went on, it was never certain. They all seemed to be immune to the fear of death, with the pain of their pasts burning brighter and moving them forward. As it is known, though, fortune favors the bold, and they all managed to survive thus far, telling amazing stories about their adventures. How people loved them, but police were annoyed by them. Monster Hunters laid low and minded their own business, never caring about clout, and just saving people.

The training this morning flew by quickly, and you cooled down by sprinting a few miles back to your place to do some light weight training. It was a light day today.

Afterwards you showered, ate a hot bowl of soup and a large bowl of teriyaki beef and rice, and got dressed in your uniform. You opened your front door and looked to see a cute cat with a bell on its collar and…an envelope.

You gave the adorable kitty a little kiss and took the envelope, opening it and reading its contents.

You were to go on a mission, to hunt down and slay a naga. He had struck down an entire village last night, but interestingly enough, only ate the men.

He was destroying families and leaving towns unsafe, as for the most part, it was men who helped to keep the town safe, along with some women who were just as strong.

You spend the day reading about nagas and what spells are used to kill Rengoku Giant nagas so you can be prepared for the nightfall.

Okay. You were going to try and get him in the stomach with lightning, and not lose your balance. Then fight him, and try not to get killed. Simple as that.

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You were getting closer to the loud hissing and sound of men screaming. Then you reached a clearing outside where men were holding pitchforks and torches, trying to ward off the giant naga.

You stopped in your tracks and time slowed as you scanned the Enemy.

He was gorgeous and regal in every single way. He wore a gold crown and jewelry around his arms, neck, hips, and fingers that was probably more expensive than a king’s wardrobe.

Behind his long dark lashes contained a fire that wasn’t of just rage, they contained a type of sorrow. Like he was possessed by something from the unresolved past, and trying to put a bandage on a sword wound. For some reason you could understand that feeling, because that’s been your life for years.

The scales over the glowing red and gold rings made his eyes look prettier than the gems he wore around his body, and his flowing blonde hair with red tips was untamed like a wildfire, more gorgeous than a maiden’s hair. It almost made you sad to have to kill such a beautiful thing.

Smooth skin looked silky in the moonlight over toned abs and a ripped body sculpted to perfection. And his face….though it was twisted in a look of absolute bloodlust, it was so handsome, so unlike any man’s face you’ve seen before with such sharp features and thick, flame-like brows that suited him so well.

You looked at him and he seemed so…familiar.

Like you’ve seen him before.

You tried to dig deep into the archives of your memory, where, where, where was he from?

Ah, yes, when you tried to draw the perfect monster.

Funny how things come full circle.

He was taking a bite out of a man’s leg, which made you sick to your stomach but why did he have to look so……hot doing it?

No. You weren’t supposed to think these things, you were supposed to kill this creature. He was a threat to humanity!!!! If all men died there would be no future generation, no more gift of life!!!!

You saw how any man who stabbed him lurched in pain immediately afterwards, even with no stab wound. His blood looked like lava coming from a volcano. OH!

The pain reflection! That was in your notes!

His jet black tail with venomous red, gold, and white spots told you everything you needed to know: you had to use lightning magic.

Quickly, you reach behind your back, grab your staff, and murmur, “lightning attack: third form: electric strike…” as your staff began to light up with electricity and you kept building up the charge of the attack, you felt his eyes lock on you.

The black slits in his red eyes *blew up* so they looked like his irises were eclipsed with black. He grinned at you in a way a predator bares its fangs at its prey. A shudder ran through your spine as you immediately discharged the lightning, but he dodged it quickly.

You were shocked but decided to go against what every muscle in your body was trying to do and run towards him, not away. You ran on top of his tail, which was about 20 feet long, and struck him with a stronger attack, but to no avail. His crown made an aura of light that flashed and blinded you, and you shielded your eyes because it was literally as bright as the sun in the middle of the night.

Before you could come to, a part of his tail that you swore was far away a second ago wrapped around your lower half, and you knew you were dead.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Kyojuro chuckled at his newest prize.

He brought you closer to him and you tried to reach for your staff….your staff that you dropped, far away. Your heart was beating so fast but you tried to slow your breathing, but knew your body was giving itself away to him.

He could hear your heartbeat. You felt defeated and afraid. But that didn’t stop you from throwing some small explosives at him. Which he dodged easily.

Damn it!!! You’ve fought nagas at close range, but it wasn’t working on this giant naga! It didn’t help that HE captured YOU! His tail wrapped around you more and more and he raised you in the air, showing you just how hopeless and dire the situation was. He moved closer to look at you, up and down and licking a forked tongue over his fangs.

“You look the mosst delicioussss…I want to tasssteeee youuu,” he hissed lowly, eye slit pulsing like a heartbeat.

You tried to move your arms but he had a hold of them now, and you were completely at his disposal.

“You’ve already eaten like so many men, aren’t you full?” you jeered, not caring anymore. You had failed the Monster Hunters. You had failed your parents and the only friend you had, and lastly, you had failed yourself. He grabbed your throat roughly so you were left breathless and he scanned you, like he was thinking something. His expression was unreadable (he was using his heat vision to see that your blood pooled to two areas, your cheeks and……..).

“Oh, baby, I can eat for agessss,” he winked seductively, looking at you down there. Not going to lie, maybe it was the adrenaline, but you felt warm down there for some odd reason. “ I will do anything to kill the men who killed my mother! They are all evil and mussst be taught a lessssssson.” with each word he crept up closer and closer to you, and his tongue surveyed the air around your neck like he was smelling his meal before eating it and he looked at you like you were a plate of his favorite food. He closed his eyes and groaned. Were you really that appetizing to him? (He was smelling your pheromones). He unhinged his jaw like he could just bite your head off right now, which made your blood pressure skyrocket at the terrifying sight.

You gulped, heart racing. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to be crushed to death, and you didn’t want to be swallowed. But why was it taking so long? The least he could do was just make it fast. Your ears then processed what he said.

“Wait, men killed your mother?”

“Yesss, I’ll tell you about it later but you have to trussst me. I’m sorry to do thisss but,” He stuck out his top two fangs so you could see just how venomous he was. They looked so sharp. Like 4 daggers for canines. He lunged at you and you screamed, a stabbing pain on the right side of your neck going so deep into the muscle with his giant teeth making you black out from the shock and pain that was just too much.

The second Kyojuro saw you in the night, trying to attack him, he could sense how strong you were as a human, with a cunning he appreciated as a snake-person. Unfortunately, he was royalty and the strongest warrior of all Nagas, so he possessed a speed that humans didn’t know about, because humans just didn’t know about his true skills–he never had to use them. It would have stayed this way if his mother wasn’t massacred for being a snake person.

So it wasn’t fair to you, and you never had a chance of beating him. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous, and he has never seen such a beautiful human before. He had to get closer to you to smell you. Mmm, you were fertile, and smelled so good. You were very warm, which attracted him as a very warm-blooded Rengoku naga, and he could sense a strange feeling of desire…a type of heat that warmed up his nether region below his hips. When you charged at him, he decided you would become his mate, and some day you’ll learn to love him as the mother of his snakelets.

He brought you up the mountain, slithering quickly like giant nagas do. When he saw the large rocks at the top, he knew he was close. Two snake guards stood as still as statues and were the same color as the stone. They saw you, slung over his shoulder, and nodded, hisssspering, “did Princcce Kyojuro find hisss mate?” after he passed. He heard and his chest swelled with pride at the gorgeous human he captured.

What was worse, though, was the feeling of going into a rut. He could tell his mind was thinking about your body and how your curves looked under that uniform. He did have thermal vision, after all. Kyojuro had to go to the best place he could go to rip them off… his bedroom, in the cave. It was sound-proof and he could lock the room and…ugh. He hurried as his mind got more and more clouded.

He began by taking off your cloak with weapons. Won’t need that, if you were going to live with him forever. Then he went to unbutton your top. Wow, you looked so strong. Perfect to become a queen.

He removed your pants and was drooling at your legs. Your scent was stronger, and his tongue flicked to taste and smell your deliciousness.

He made quick work of putting your clothes far away into a laundry basket in his restroom. The maids will get that later. Your skin looked so soft, so supple in the warm light of his room. He wanted to mark it up so badly. He ripped off your chest cloth–pesky thing, getting in the way, and kissed the bite mark on your neck, groaning at how your blood and his scent mixed so well together. He felt your warm skin and kissed and nipped at your breasts, pinching your nipples, worshiping and admiring your body. When he reached past your stomach, his big clawed hands tore off your panties. Don’t need those.

He gasped at your pussy, absolutely beautiful and delicate like a rose from above ground.

You were unable to move, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t move you any way he liked. He picked you up and moved your legs above his shoulder, hands holding you up and grabbing your thighs and tongue snaking to attack your clit. He couldn’t wait, he just had to taste your after waiting for so long…and he moaned at your taste. “So delicioussss,” he hissed under his breath, claws threatening to break your skin as he dipped his long, forked tongue in between your folds and into your slick hole.

Your eyes cracked open and you whined, half-asleep mind hazy with pleasure. This only egged him on, and his tongue dug further into your pussy, earning him some mewls and sleepy moans. You couldn’t move, and he couldn’t imagine a life without this pussy to devour every single day.

What was crazy about his venom in your system was you couldn’t even squirm away from his tongue as it swirled around your puffy clit and all the way up inside you, or his fingers as they made their way into your hole to replace his tongue. Your mind was awake now, and overcome with pleasure, chills running up and down your spine. Your pussy was dripping now like a holy waterfall, and dribbled down his chin and fingers as he ate you out like he hadn’t eaten in half a century.

Your hips were screaming to buck in his face, you couldn’t even curl your toes or anything, and when your mind realized it was him making you feel this good, you couldn’t even think of any questions or have sense to flee him as you couldn’t anyway, and you felt too good.

He was panting at this point, his heat taking over him like a storm, and your cries of pleasure made him want to stuff you so, so full until your belly swelled. His hips rocked back and forth in the air and as your begging grew louder and louder, he felt two long, thick, swollen monster cocks emerge from the slit under his hips.

He needed you. He needed you right, fucking now.

He lowered you down gently, legs still spread, so your motionless form could admire him. He pumped two large, red-pink cocks, lips parted, ruby and gold eyes lidded with pure lust as they raked up and down your body in the same predatory way he looked at you the first time.

His lean, large, muscular body flexed with every movement, and the jewelry on him just made him look like the most ethereal being to walk this earth. Black horns and black fingertips (some covered in your clear-white slick) combined with his fiery appearance made him look like a succubus in the glowy light, beautiful yet dangerous.

He lowered down, still pumping his cocks, hand beside your head, third hand lifting your chin to look at him straight in the eyes, fourth hand reaching back down to resume pleasuring you.

“Look at my girl, lying so ssstill–a-ah, behaving ssso well, for me,” he purred in a thick timbre of pure desire. Your mouth opened at his praise and how hot your pussy felt with his large fingers spreading you open, and he took advantage, kissing you deeply, tongue going down your throat, melting you and claiming you.

You both moaned deeply, and not going to lie, your heart was racing with fear but it only turned you on more as it was undeniable this man could swallow you whole without a second thought.

Your kiss grew sloppy and he licked your face, hand moving to choke you slightly, thumb rubbing your clit harshly, fingers digging and scissoring. Too much was going on, you felt too good, and when he moaned lowly in your ear, “go ahead, come undone for me, darling,” you saw white, screaming and begging while being choked, orgasm hitting you like a storm and you being forced to take it without moving at all, completely restrained and powerless.

When you came to and were still light headed, he sunk the head of his cock into your fluttering hole and thrusted deeper in and out until he was completely inside you. You were being split open, and your begs to slow down went completely ignored as he was absolutely pussy-drunk. It hurt so badly. This was the first time you ever had sex with anyone as big as him, and you felt so full as he began to pound madly into your walls, growling and hissing. Your walls were forced to stretch around him and accommodate his size, and he had no intention of slowing down.

“S-ssso tight, doing ssso good, taking me ssso well, sweet flame,” he hissed, nipping your ear lightly with fangs that could decapitate you. Eventually that pain of being split open turned into pleasure radiating throughout your whole body, and you were a mess under him.

“Please, please-pleasepleaseplease-mmm,” you babbled on and on in time with his thrusts, sounding pouty and absolutely needy. It drove him mad.

“That’sss my girl,” he growled, eyes watching your every (tiny, restricted) move. You were squeezing him so tight, he knew he’d have to go at least two rounds to warm your pussy up to put both his cocks in. Or not. He rubbed your clit in just the perfect way, making you want to move so badly. You were so so so sensitive right now. Then it got only worse as his other two hands moved your legs up to touch your chest, and he put you in a mating press, getting in deeper and deeper, his snakeskin slapping your ass repeatedly and the sloshing of his cock in your cavern making the most profane sounds. He kept hitting the tender spot that was deep inside you, and it felt so good you began to sob.

“M–so big, feels too good, ah!” you cried, and he chuckled.

“There’sss a whole–other–cock to sstuff–inssside you, princessssss, if you think–ahhhh— I’m big now, jussst w-wait” he smiled, admiring how your breasts bounced up and down. That made you whine. How the hell would he do that?!?!

Before you could fathom it, he pulled slightly and put a finger in addition, then a second one, trying to scissor you. You already felt sooo stretched and couldn’t believe this was happening, but you couldn’t move. He rubbed your clit some more, getting you wetter for him, and added a third.

His other cock was throbbing and dripping with need at this point, and he couldn’t handle the build up so he pulled out, eliciting a small whine from the sudden emptiness, and pushed both heads in, impaling you. You screamed at the sudden feeling, no, no, it was too much! He was too thick!!!

He threw his head back as he slowly inched inside you, it was like you were trying to milk his cocks on purpose. Kyojuro’s grip on your hips was tight, as it took everything in his heated self to not ram completely into you with both dicks.

He slowly sank into you to the hilt, waited for you to relax around him, and then when it was time, started to thrust sharply into you.

“ss’ good, sssso fucking good, gonna fill you up with baby naga eggsssss and my cum,” he cooed, reaching down to pick you up with all 4 arms and bounce you up and down on his hemipenis.

This is the fullest you have ever felt in your life, and it almost hurt how good you felt, as he kept hitting the spot that made you moan and whimper the loudest.

He watched your eyes roll back, and gazed at your fucked-out expression, taking in every detail even though he’d be seeing it all night and for the rest of your lives.

He thrusted up into you, kissing you sloppily, your tongues dancing together. You could feel a thread inside yourself threatening to snap, and before you knew it, you came even harder than the first time, your muscles spasming even against the venom, pussy greedily swallowing him and pumping out whatever he had to offer.

He slammed you down on his cocks through your high, and you suddenly felt ropes of his hot seed as well as a bunch of tiny, squishy, round objects inside you. Eggs. Cocks still inside you, he. Did. not. Miss. a . beat. And turned you over so your head was down and your ass was up towards him. He was still rock hard, and battering your insides, slamming in and out with ease.

“S’ too much, please!!! Ahhh-!!” you whimpered, way beyond overstimulated, tears spilling down into the sheets.

“Aw, is it too much?” he said, mocking you. “I picked a ssstrong mate to be my queen. You can handle it, darling.” He kept fucking you and using you to fill you up, making sure he filled you with as many eggs and as much hot cum as possible. Eventually, you passed out after cumming 3 more times, and he kept going until the horny fog wore off for some time, and you both laid on your sides, his dicks still plugging you until he was sure it stuck. He’d bathe you and dress you, then nap with you, excited he finally found a mate, even if it was in a sad situation to begin with.

You groaned when you woke up, feeling sluggish and waitasecondwhatthefuckishappening, you’re actually not moving. Or at least..it feels like your body is confined in a jar of the thickest peanut butter ever, and it takes so much strength to sit up groggily and look around.

The room you were in was spacious, tall ceilings with low, ambient lighting, and there were cushions and pillows everywhere. Near you is a bottle of what must be water. Are you…in the afterlife?

What the helllll are you wearing?

Your uniform is nowhere to be seen, you have no idea where your weapons are, and you feel like you’ve been drugged. Even worse, you have no idea where you are, and you’re wearing a rather lovely garment that’s black, red, and gold, but shows skin. Plus lots of gorgeous gold jewelry…wow. You are comfy and you do feel safe and kinda cute, but still.

“Hah, it took you forever to wake up, did you resst well, little human?” a low voice said fondly.

You willed your head to turn to where that voice came from and realized that under the fluffy comforter, you were sitting on the naga’s warm lap.

“I didn’t kill anyone elsssee, I just took you sssomewhere ssafe,” he hissed in your ear, and you could barely move, but you tried to slither away from him.

“Darling, don’t be that way pleasssse, I jusssst saved you for dessert.”

Your jaw was heavy. “Is that supposed to be comforting? You’re going to eat me!!!!”

Large, strong arms grabbed you from behind and you knew there was nothing you could do to escape. He moved you both back down to where you were, and he rubbed soothing circles on your shoulder with one of his other two arms.

“I guess you can sssay that I already did…you were deliciousss,” he whispered, long tongue flicking and gracing your ear, making you squirm a little. “Sssso warm, jusst perfect, you’ll be the perfect queen of the sssserpent pit when you meet my father.”

Wait, queen?

“Don’t tell me you forgot sssso ssoon, how I filled you up ssso good.” Oh. Oh. you thought that was a dream, but actually, you did feel kind of sore.

“O-Oh yes…but uh...why would you kidnap me instead of just asking me? Also killing all those people…how does that help you find a wife?” talking was getting a bit easier now, and reason may be good with someone who’s half giant serpent. Now that both of you weren’t extremely out of it and lustful. He saw that you were wanting answers, and remembered the night before, but wanted to talk about it. That was fine with him, you deserved it anyway.

“Well, you sssee. Pleassse, hear me out.” His voice was strong, yet tender, containing that same sadness his eyes did last night.

“Like I have a choice,” you muttered. You felt a little rumble resound from his warm chest, on your back. You had to admit, he was very relaxing, besides being able to unlock his human-like jaw and nearly bite a chunk from your neck. Monsters fascinated you ever since you were little, and as a kid you crushed on him before you even knew he existed. Maybe you could give him a chance…but it would take him some time to gain your trust.

He went on. “More about my mother. Her sssissster in law, my dad’sss sister, gave us Nagas a bad rep. But she lissstened to my mother, who hoped for peace between Naga and humansss. We feed on large animalsss and weaker Nagas but it’sss best with humans. We only eat the worssst of criminalss. My dadsss sister got killed by a group of criminalsss when she tried to feed when I wasss still a snakeling. They were violent, ssstole her ssskin. Sssold it into goodsss. We buried what we could of her, in the form of accessssoriesss and decorationsss.”

His eyes were closed as he was speaking, and his grip on you tightened a bit like a bear hug.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, which shocked him.

“N-no, it’sss fine. She wasss alwaysss a bit violent with her food, my ma alwaysss scolded usss both even though these men were killersss we should be humane. I did that until I lossst my ma. She never wore her jewelry, ssso the blood demon art couldnt defend her from humansss who shed her blood. She didn’t want to battle humans, or hurt them even. Ssshe would eat bird eggssss, maybe human leftoverssss, or any other type of animalssss. She saysss you are all valuable and I ressspect my mother. Ssshe was the queen and wasss alwaysss so caring. When men came and killed her two nightsss ago….when she was trying to get venissson, well…I sssnapped.”

“She sounded like a wonderful woman. I’m sorry for your loss. I…” you shifted to look into his eyes, trying to be as understanding as possible, “my parents and my only friend were killed by a werewolf when I was just a kid.”

“Sssso you–”

“I understand how you feel. I joined the Monster Hunter corps, because best believe I killed that creature. Not sure how…I just saw red, it’s like…”

“You were on fire…”

“Yeah.”

He pets your hair with a hand and you relax in it, now not as terrified of him. He was handsome, and you did enjoy last night, even though you couldn’t move because he used his venom to kidnap you.

“But….” you look at him questioningly.

“Kyojuro.”

“Kyojuro,” he wished he told you to scream his name last night, it sounded so good off your tongue, “I’m Y/N by the way….men may have killed your mother, and they may have killed your aunt, but that isn’t all men, okay? I don’t kill all monsters because a monster killed my loved ones and monsters keep destroying villages near me. Your rage will not bring your mother back and will only hurt others, especially yourself.”

Kyojuro nodded, his piercing eyes unreadable this time.

Then he spoke, very slowly, carefully choosing his words and how to best deliver them.

“Y/n, you are very wisssse. And the most beautiful creature I’ve sssseen in all my time on thissss earth. I’m sure my mother would’ve been very happy to meet a woman like you.”

You smiled, and he swore that even though he was the most powerful Naga in the world and he didn’t have knees, your smile could make him weak enough to fall over.

“A-and I know I didn’t assssk very nicccely but you were trying to kill me, but that wasss becaussse I didn’t handle any of thisss very well, but would you conssssider becoming my queen? No pressure of course,” he added.

You cupped his face in your hands and thought about your options. No human man seemed so much your type, or was quite as self-aware, as this man. For some reason, he felt like home.

“Just…promise we’ll get to know each other first, and don’t kill innocent people, Kyojuro.” His eyes widened.

“Issss…isss that a yess then?” he asked, shocked at your answer, completely expecting you to leave him.

“Well, yes.” His cheeks flushed red at your answer, and he turned his head and kissed the hand that was cupping it.

“Y/n… I will never let you down, and I promisssse I will give you whatever you want, becaussse one day, you will be my ssstrong queen, and you will have me to alwayssss be your number one supporter, and all the nagasss in the land.”

It seemed like it was going so fast, but your life has always been chaotic anyways. Turns out the monster of your dreams wasn't trying to be a monster after all. Your future was uncertain but you were positive that this was a decision you wouldn’t regret.

As you’d hold hands and kiss, and he'd introduce you to his father and little brother, it would seem perfect, like you were at home in the heart of a mountainous cavern.

Kyojuro silently prayed to his mother for forgiveness for lashing out, and awaited the day that maybe, just maybe, men and nagas can be at peace again like his mother had wished, and that he and you could raise healthy little snakelets until your immortality wine stopped having its effect and your time on earth was done. ♡

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As it goes without saying, the character you write for must be some semblance of a monster. Be it demon, dragon, sea monster, naga, alien, ghost, vampire, werewolf, etc!

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Octopus Sero x reader

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@nyanyabisjjj

Incubus Kaminari x reader

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@tiredgraysonwritings

Vampire Todoroki x reader

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Demon Sero x reader

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@tteokdoroki

Dragon Kirishima x reader

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@sweetnsinfull

Siren Mirio x reader (includes art)

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@eijishimas

Dragon Kirishima x reader

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@bakugosbratx

Demon Bakugou x female reader

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@miggiisdumb

Chimera Bakugou x reader

Warnings: knotting, breeding kink, tummy bulge, slight degradation, dumbification

Dragon Kirishima (art)

Octopus Sero (art)

Werewolf Izuku (art)

Vampire Todoroki (art)

Demon King Bakugou (art)

@doomsthotstash

Pooka Hitoshi x reader

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@cyancherub

Demon Denki x reader

Warnings: noncon fantasies and noncon voyeurism, dubcon, monsterfucking/teratophilia. anal, autassassinophilia (death kink), begging, blood kink, blood play, breath play, breeding kink, cum inflation, dacryphilia, deepthroating, electrostimulation, face-fucking, facesitting, fear play, gaping, gore (slight), jealous + possessive behavior, knotting, mating press, oral (m & f receiving), overstim, pain play, rimming, rough/painful sex, sadism + masochism, scent kink, shocking/sparking, size kink, spit kink (slight), solo (m & f), standing 69, stomach bulge, toxic behavior, violence, wall sex, yandere

@alixdelcourt

Dragon Izuku x reader

Warnings:

@riszei

Minotaur Shinsou x reader

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@hyp0dermic

Incubus Aizawa x reader

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@kiyoobi

Merman Dabi x reader (art)

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@kazumi-mha-hcs

Demon Shoto x reader

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Naga Bakugou x reader

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@awilddreamerwrites

Werewolf Izuku x reader

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@iamsorrypapi

Zombie Dabi x reader

Warnings:

@janshu

Deer Dabi x reader

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@speedmetalqueen

Mummy Bakugou x reader

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@bakugousimplover

Dragon Kirishima x reader

Warnings: Size difference, no smut

@shiggysvixen

Dragon Kirishima x reader

Warnings:

@awilddreamerwrites

Incubus Izuku x reader

Warnings:

@nsfwblogsanime

Dragon Bakugou x reader (includes art)

Warnings: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 , 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎 , 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙 , 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙 , 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 , 𝒓𝒂𝒘/𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 , 𝑶𝑪𝑪 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖 (?-) , 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 × 𝑵𝒐𝒏-𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 , 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑔𝒆 , 𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒙

@sublimewaters

Shapeshifter Tamaki x reader

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@sems-diarie

Demon Izuku x reader x Priest Bakugou

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@nasti-bnha

Vampire Aizawa x reader

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Werewolf Iida x reader

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Satyr Enji x reader

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@kinsurou

Siren Shinsou x reader

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@anime-nymph

Demon Aizawa x reader

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Demon Natsuo x reader x Endeavor

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@laudthingcat

Alien Kaminari x reader

Warnings: smut, mention of falling off a cliff, electro stimulation, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex

@infiminty

Yukionna Todoroki x reader

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@sabrinamidoriya01

Zombie Izuku x reader

Warnings:

@jean-kayak

Werewolf Kirishima x reader

Warnings:

@sempiternal-amour

Shark Kirishima x reader

Warnings:

AoT

@pinkkento

Spider Eren x reader

Warnings: reader is afab but otherwise gn, monster fucking, eren has eight (8) arms, mentions of illness, blood/blood play, fear mongering, dubcon (kinda), size kink if you squint, breeding kink but not oviposition, use of venom as lube, lots of manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, eren is a sadist but not extreme, dacryphilia, eren calls reader 'little one' and 'love bug'

@bertlsbeloved

Mothman Bertolt x reader

Warnings:

JJK

@headkandies

Curse Sukuna x reader

Warnings:

@vilbabywrites

Wendigo Nanami x reader

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@theehoneybunii

Four Armed Sukuna x reader

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@monosukuna

Incubus Toji x reader

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@cocobutterbaby

Vampire Gojo x reader

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@miggiisdumb

Werewolf Sukuna x reader

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@xobrattymoonxo

Kraken Matsukawa

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@daddydaegu

Venom Tendou x reader

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Demon Oikawa x reader

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@chicoree

Naga Sakusa x reader

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#Only Monster Fans Collab #hil collabs!

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laudthingcat · 2 years

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Hi Winter! Do you have some fic recs? Or fics that you read over and over again?

Ohh i love this ask <33

yesyesyes i have fics that have a special place in my heart, and which i think of randomly <3

Not in any particular order!1! (will add the tags too, just in case)

Easy by @/sukirichi (MY FOREVER FAVORITE FIC AAAAAAA) (10k words)

pairing: choso x f!reader

(fake dating, rentboy au) + 2 (enemies to lovers) + biting, scratching, choso eating reader out, sex on the beach

A LITTLE PUSH by @/sukirichi

pairing: nanami x f!reader (no warnings for this one <33)

CRIMSON LOTUS by @/ry0m3n (3.6k words)

pairing: douma x f!reader

forgotten god!douma, human!reader, modern time period, unprotected sex

darling it’s better (down where it’s wetter) by @/makoodles (14k words)

pairing: merman!bakugo x f!reader

monsterfucking, interspecies sex

what we do in the shadows by @/makoodles (8.6k words)

pairing: ghost!shinso x f!reader

horror, creature!shinsou, size kink, voyeurism, yandere-ish shinsou (if you squint?), teratophilia, oral (receiving), vaginal sex

Do I wanna know? by @/suna-reversed (3 parts series)

pairing: dilf!toji x babysitter!reader

Basically anything from @/miggiisdumb. Wanna kiss her brain because her monsterfucking fics are top tier <33 But i will just leave here one of my personal faves heh

naga!sero (monster fucking, breeding, oviposition, belly bulge and body horror)

A mature relationship by @/cursedmoonchild (4 parts series) THESE DRABBLES LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE AAAA

pairing: toji x reader

part one. part two. part three. part four.

4th time is a charm by @/half-baked-biscuit (3.6k words)

pairing: tattoo artist!geto x f!reader (tattoo artist au my beloved <33)

couldn't add the tags because of copyright, but it's real good trust me!!

anything from my bitch @/sylveren is worth reading because she's god no cap

Lost in the fire (4k words)

pairing: dancer!eren x f!reader

here's one eren fic that looks yummy af (praising, breeding kink, impact play)

forbidden by @/satosuguslut (6k words)

pairing: stepbro!choso x f!reader

stepbro!choso, virginity loss, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), fingering, breeding, slight corruption, heavy praise kink, “bunny” pet name is HEAVILY used, mentions of drugs (weed)

Yes, I'm Changing by @/fuwushiguro (2.6k words)

pairing: step daddy!toji x f!reader

i actually recommend the whole dilf week m.list because it's top tier content <3

There's plenty other fics that i love but these are my faves! <33

#❄; winter replies #fic recs <3 #jjk smut #mha smut #eren smut #douma smut #it's.freezing.cold

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chysalxsm · 2 years

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°Info°

This blog is pure Smut. If you're underage then do not interact with this blog! Ageless and underage blogs that interact with this post or my blog will instantly get blocked! I'm going to list Fandoms that I will write for. This includes wich characters and also in the end wich kinks I will write for and wich not. This blog will also include monsters for my dear other monster fuckers <3

°Tropes I'll write°

Dilf!Character x Babysitter! reader

Teacher! Character x Student! reader

Monster! Character x Human! reader

Best friend! Character x reader

Enemy! Character x reader

Mafia Boss x reader

And many other but I can't think of them rn

1. Genshin impact

Childe / Foul Legacy Childe

Zhongli / dragon! Zhongli

Kaeya

Diluc

Albedo

Gorou

Itto

Thoma

Scaramouche

Alhaitham

2. Twisted wonderland

Vil Schoenheit

Leona Kingscholar

Lillia Vanrouge

Malleus Draconia

Idia Shroud

Divius Crewel

Crowley

3. Demon slayer

Giyuu Tomioka

Uzui Tengen

Rengoku Kyojuro

Shinobu

Muzan Kibutsuji

Douma

Kokushibo

Enmu

4. Monsters

Naga

Merman

Vampire

Alien

Demon

Dragon hybrid

Angels

Drider

5. Jujutsu Kaisen

Toji Fushiguro

Gojo Satoru

Suguru Getou

Nanami Kento

Sukuna

Megumi Fushiguro (aged up)

Yuuji Itadori (aged up)

6. Haikyuu!! (Time skip!)

Kuroo

Bokuto

Akaashi

Kageyama

Tendou

Ushijima

Oikawa

Iwaizumi

7. Blue Lock (aged up!)

Isagi Yoichi

Bachira Meguru

Itoshi Rin

Itoshi Sae

Kunigami Rensuke

Seishiro Nagi

Reo Mikage

Shidou Ryusei

Chigiri Hyoma

Barou Shōei

°Kinks that I will write°

Bondage

Choking

Oral / m. and f. receiving

Rough / Vanilla

Degrading

Praising

Dirty talk

Spanking

Humanilation

BDSM

Pain play

Dry humping / grinding

Wax play

Finger sucking (if that counts as a kink)

Hair pulling

Teasing

Overstimulation

Edging

Dom/Sub! Dynamic

Mean! Dom; Hard! Dom; Service! Dom; Soft! Dom

Bratty! Sub; Service! Sub; crybaby! Sub; obedient! Sub

Monster

Tentacles

Tail fucking

Hybrid! Character or Hybrid! Reader

Teacher x 18+ reader

Non-con / Dub-con

Dom, switch and sub reader and also character

°Kinks that I won't write for°

Piss kink

Vore

Shit kink

Fart kink

Underage

Pegging

Pedophilia

Teacher and underage student

Blood kink (except for Vampire story's!)

This is about it! U can send me thirst or a story that u would like! I could make a drabble out of it or a headcanon if you would prefer that. Another note is that I want you guys to know that English isn't my first language, so there might be grammar mistakes in my story's. I would love to get thirst from you guys!

#genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin smut #twisted wonderland #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #demon slayer smut #demon slayer #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

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moonshine-nightlight · 2 years

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Finally Woken: Part Seven

Working for the family business of traveling trade caravans, means you‘ve always accepted having to put up with a lot from your family, especially your dad. He finally goes to far when he tries to sell your prized possessions to make up for his own business failings. You’re proud of yourself for making a stand, but he’s not wrong when he says you don’t have any real connections outside the family–but he’s not completely right either.

Your closest friend happens to live in the city you’re stopped at so you decide to see if you can stay at his place until you can figure out what you’re going to. You’ve never come by the city this early, but he’s probably fully woken up from the naga’s traditional bout of hibernation by now, right?

Fantasy, friends to lovers, naga, male monster x female reader, M/F, Part 7 of 8

Story Status: Complete

AO3: Finally Woken Chapter 7

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] Part Seven [Part Eight - NSFW]

When you get home from a day that at least ended early, if rather disappointingly, you realize one thing right away: Heshi’s already awake.

Not only is he awake, he’s moving around and talking to someone. You can hear his voice from the foyer. Last night he’d said he was gonna see if he could wake up early enough for a full sunning on the roof to provide the final jolt out of hibernation—and the weather had certainly cooperated.

Instead of being excited he seems to be fully out of hibernation, tension shoots up your spine. The air in the apartment doesn’t feel fearful or angry, but it does feel feverish in some way, almost anticipatory. There’s a panic in his voice and movements, like he’s pacing, which makes it impossible for you not to feel nervous.

You can’t make out any of the words he’s saying, but you decide to drop your bag in the hall just in case you suddenly have your hands full with worried naga again. Some instinct of yours seems to be urging caution and it's any easy enough thing to do to appease it. Hesitantly, you walk over to the archway and peer further inside.

You spot Heshi in the kitchen but you notice right away that there’s no one else here. He seems to be talking to himself, gesturing emphatically along with his own words, but speaking fast enough you still can’t really follow what has him so agitated. Because he definitely is, agitated that is.

His hair is completely undone, flowing around his face and down his back in wild tendrils, all semblance of a braid long gone. He’s moving back and forth, changing height depending on how much of his tail he’s putting into the motion—something he rarely does as he likes to keep to a steady height. The difference is down to the way the bulk of his tail stays where it is, the tip flicking in time with his pacing. He’s also not wearing a shirt, which you knew he didn’t wear when he sunbathed, but is still rather unusual since he’s inside now.

You tell yourself your focus on his chest is just to see if he’s shivering—which he doesn’t appear to be. In fact, you blink in surprise: he almost looks flushed. The skirt he has on is loose and comfortable, but also hastily thrown on. Combined with the way his claws are unsheathed—a sure sign he’s expecting a threat–it’s more than enough to unsettle you further. Despite all this agitation, he still hasn’t even noticed your presence yet. You doubt it will take long though and you don’t want to scare him, especially not in this state.

You take a deep breath and step forward. “Heshi?”

His head whips around with lightning speed, pupils slit thin before blowing wide when he identifies who made the sound. He gasps out your name, looking at you with such shock that you instinctively freeze. He starts toward you before stopping himself, placing his hands on one of the tall kitchen tables as if to hold himself with it between you and him, despite him being several feet away on the other side of the room as it is.

“Uh, Heshi…?”

He seems to notice your confusion and visibly straightens, clearly trying to coach his rather wild facial expressions back to normal. It might have worked better if you hadn’t, you know, literally watched him do so.

“Hey,” his voice is breathy, but less desperate or shocked than when he had called your name. He clears his throat before continuing in an alright approximation of his usual voice, “how was your day?”

“Okay…” you reply slowly. It's clear he doesn’t want you to notice, or at least not to comment on, whatever is bothering him. You’re willing to play along, for now. You don’t want to spook him. “I guess.” While you talk, you try to see if you can spot a physical source of what might be bothering him. He doesn’t look visibly injured or sunburned—can naga get sunburned? “The shop had already sold my flute though.”

He sobers at your words, distracted enough by your news that he forgets to try so hard to be normal. He frowns and says sympathetically, “I’m sorry, that’s really too bad.” He makes an aborted motion towards you, like he’s going to come over to give you a hug but then he stops himself. You suddenly realize this is the longest it’s been since you woke him up from hibernation for him to be awake and aware of you and yet not touching you.

A pang of hurt goes through you at the thought that he might truly be done with hibernation and the long embraces will stop. You knew this would happen, you told yourself not to get used to it. You still feel an aching sense of loss that you try to shove to the side. You’ll deal with it when you’re inevitably sleeping alone again.

“If you’d like,” Heshi’s voice pulls you back to the present. He’s clearly trying to be upbeat, trying to cheer you up, but there’s a manic undertone to his voice that still worries you. “I could try to make you one? A flute, I mean. It’d be glass and not silver, but I’m sure it will sound just as pretty.”

He looks adorably earnest, but it's so obvious something is conspicuously off with him. “That, that would be really lovely,” you say truthfully, because it is a really sweet offer, and yet you can’t ignore this any longer. “But Heshi, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” he repeats anxiously. “Nothing’s wrong.” He winces when his voice pitches too high. He deliberately coughs before continuing, “In fact, my hibernation is officially over. So everything’s back to normal.”

You eye his very nervous smile at that proclamation and say, “Um, it’s really not.” You take a step closer, studying him as you continue in vain to try to figure it out yourself. “What’s wrong, Heshi?” You’re starting to really think he might be sick. Is this because you messed with his hibernation? You take another step closer, trying to peer around the table—a naga’s tail normally will give them away if there’s something wrong with their body and you can’t quite see it from where you’re at.

“Stop!” He holds out his hand, palm facing you. “Stay over there.” You immediately freeze, too surprised by his reaction to even say anything.

“Why?” you breathe, unsure of what you’ve done to make him more upset. You try to hide the illogical bit of hurt you feel at his words, but given how his face falls, you don’t manage it.

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking wretched and wringing his fingers, “but you really need to stay away.”

“Should I leave?” you offer, not sure what else to say. You want to understand, but you want him to feel better more so if you need to leave without an explanation, you will even if you know you’ll end up at wit’s end with worry.

“No!” he reaches out again, this time as if to pull you close. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his fingers to his forehead. “I mean, yes, probably. You shouldn’t be here while I’m like this. I’m so sorry.”

Any hurt or fear melts away in the face of his distress. “But what is this? Are you sick? Is it contagious? Should I find a healer?”

“No, well, sort of,” he pulls his fingers through his hair violently enough it almost looks like he’s pulling on it. He deflates, pressing one palm to the table and leaning on it. “Maybe you should.”

Before you can even think of how to respond, he continues talking, “I just don’t understand! This shouldn’t be happening.” He glares at the table top as if the pressed glass pattern he designed might hold all the answers.

Hesitantly, you say, “Are you sick or not? How can I help?” You swallow before venturing, “Is this because your hibernation got interrupted?”

He barely seems to hear you, talking to himself and keeping his eyes down as if purposely not looking at you. “Not sick, exactly. No illness. Hibernation, yes, yes. My sunsleep! That’s where it all starts but why? How?” He looks up and you can see his eyes are wildly dilated, now that yours have adjusted to the lower amount of light in here. “None of this makes any sense. It shouldn’t be possible.”

“What shouldn’t be possible?”

“I’m in heat!” The words burst out of his mouth without his permission and his grip on the table edge goes white-knuckled. He looks embarrassed as your mouth falls open, but he doesn’t take the declaration back even as he snaps his mouth shut tight.

“I’m sorry, you’re what?” you ask, mind spinning, even as you catalog his symptoms in a new light. He is flushed, you hadn’t realized ‘heat’ is quite so literal, but it clearly is. His breathing is too fast, but it's deep too, drawing your attention to his bare chest. The tension in his frame, the dilation of his eyes, your eyes nearly try to track down his body before the table and your own awareness of the situation stops you in your tracks.

You frantically try to remember everything you’ve heard about a naga’s heat. Heshi himself has only mentioned, in passing, that it happens after hibernation between mates, but that’s really all he’s said. Everything else you know, you picked up just, listening around. You haven’t been to help but wonder, what with having a naga friend. An attractive naga friend. An attractive naga friend you had a crush on.

Still, you’d never outright asked anyone—you’d never be able to get the words out—but you know it lasted more than a day, that there is a special significance placed on the first heat after marriage, and that the reason so many naga are born around the same time as a species is because the majority of them are the result of heated matings. Because obviously the other part is that anyone in heat wants to have sex—like, a lot. However, like Heshi himself had always seemed to suggest, you thought it only happened when they already have a partner and possibly only if that other partner was a naga.

“I mean,” your face feels warm and so does the rest of you at just the thought that Heshi might be…riled up—and he so clearly looks it too, now that you’re looking for that. “I thought, you needed, you know, a partner,” you manage to squeak out, “for that to, um, start.” How are you standing here talking about this with him? Is some god upset that your moving out went so well that they’ve thrown this in your path?

You almost feel like, now that you’re not worried he’s hurt or sick, that it's affecting you too. Could humans sense, smell, naga pheromones? Is it actually warmer in here?

“Sort of,” he says, a bit miserably, finger tracing along the table, drawing your eyes to the slender digit. “That’s what doesn’t make sense. I’m not with anyone or courting or anything so it shouldn’t be possible. You don’t need someone officially, but you do need someone with potential as a nestmate.”

A shiver of heat and jealousy goes down your spine at the word ‘nestmate’. You think he just means someone else who’d hibernated with him in the same nest—not an actual mate—but the only person even close to that description is you, if only for the last week, which sends a tendril of heat through you. The jealously is at even the thought of someone else, wrapped up in his arms, in his nest, waiting for him to awaken and… “Right,” you say quickly.

“There needs to be complementary pheromones in the air,” he continues explaining as if trying to prove to you why it shouldn’t be possible. “Someone interested in mating with you being close enough, often enough, during hibernation to trigger heat.”

“Oh,” you nod, again trying not to picture this hypothetical other naga that would make your Heshi all... “And you haven’t seen any other naga, right?”

“Well,” he hedges, “it wouldn’t have to be a naga actually.” He shrugs and you try so hard to keep your expression steady at that little admission. Before your mind can run with it, he continues, “but you’re missing the key: receptive. I would have to be around someone who wanted to mate with me.” He presses a hand to his chest before shrugging again. “And I’ve only seen you and Nell, so I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I…” You swallow, sure your whole face must be turning red because if that’s what brought this on… “You’re sure that’s what’s happening?” If all that’s needed is someone interested in him, sharing his nest then…

He rubs the back of his neck, “I’ve gone into heat once before—years ago.” He gives a sharp nod. “I’m sure.”

Oh gods. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. If the ground swallowed you up, would that make his stupid heat stop and prevent you from having the most embarrassing conversation of you life? After a second of nothing happening, you burst out with, “Then this is all my fault. I’m so sorry, Heshi.” You squeeze your eyes shut, cursing your stupid feelings for making things ha-difficult for your friend. “How do I make it stop?”

“Your fault?” Heshi’s face screws up in absolute bewilderment. “How in the world could this be your fault?”

“Because what you said earlier was wrong,” you say, trying to force the words out of your mouth, but they’re as jumbled as your thoughts are. “You… I… I didn’t know… I didn’t mean…”

He says your name, sounding calmer than he has all night, clearly trying to ground you, but it's not working because you have to tell him. There’s no getting around it.

“Darling, what are you—”

“I am, is the problem,” you blurt out, knowing it probably still sounds like nonsense. You hate putting yourself out there, but you have to say it. “Interested or receptive or…” You flap your hand uselessly in his general direction, unable to even look him in the eye.

“You…” The clear disbelief in his voice, lacking in recrimination as it is, does little to make you feel better.

“I swear I had no idea this would happen.” You finally look at him again, needing him to understand this wasn’t some horrible plan on your part, but he’s still just staring at you in shock. “I tried to sleep in my own bed. And there was only that one dream! Why didn’t you warn me that's what causes your, you know, heat?”

Heshi actually moves out from behind the table, his gaze intent, his expression surprisingly unreadable. You unthinkingly take a step back.Your stupid feelings did this to him, clouding his mind, overwriting his desires.

He tilts his head to the side. “Are you saying you find me attractive or that you have feelings for me?”

His voice doesn’t give away anything that he’s thinking. You shrug helplessly. “I mean, yeah. Both?”

You barely have time to blink, barely able to see something ripple across his expression before he’s across the room, in front of you. His strong fingers take hold of your chin, tilting you face up towards his. He slants his mouth over yours for a kiss before you can comprehend anything beyond how much heat he seems to be giving, so different than his usual temperature.

Then there’s nothing on your mind except the feeling of him pressed so close, the softness of his lips, how solid he is against you. Your hand wraps around his wrist, keeping him where he is and his arm slides around your waist—as it has so many times in the last few days—and yet everything is different this time as he pulls you against him. Your other hand curls over his shoulder as you return the kiss instinctively. He pulls away briefly, only to press another kiss to your lips, giving a light pull to first your top lip, then your bottom lip. He flicks his tongue against the seam of yours after that and you let out a gasp at the sensation.

He takes advantage of the opening, pressing even closer, his slender, adroit tongue slipping in. You slide your own against his, causing him to moan. That sound combined with the feeling of his fangs against your lips send a ripple of heat through your veins.

You tighten your grip on him as he kisses you. You never want him to let you go ever again, you think deliriously as his large hand strokes up and back down your back, encouraging you to arch into him. This is everything you ever wanted with him.

Everything you wanted.

The thought sends a shard of ice down your spine and abruptly, you find the strength to use your hold on him to push him away.

You part with pop and stare up at him panting. His eyes are half-lidded and dark, fixed on your lips, and it's not until you try to maintain the distance between you that he seems to notice something is wrong.

“We’re not doing this just because you’re all hormone crazy,” you sputter, trying to push him even further away. “I can’t! Please.”

“Oh, darling.” It’s unfair how liquid and low his voice is. He leans down to catch your eyes with his own. “It still takes two.”

“What?” You can’t take any chance that he might mean—

His smile is warm and encouraging as he says, “You can’t go into heat for someone you don’t want back.” When you just stare at him with surprise, faintly shaking your head, he ducks his head a little before his eyes meet yours again. “Is that so hard to believe? I’ve had a crush on you for ages now.”

Your eyes grow even wider as you try to make sense of his words. “You have?” There’s that shy hope you were trying to avoid, but it's so hard with him continuing to say all the right things, still holding you, still looking well kissed by you.

“For years,” he admits, a little sheepish. “I just didn’t say anything because, well, I lived here and you lived everywhere.” He pushes against your hold again and this time you let him close once more, his breath fanning across your face as you stare, entranced. He nuzzles against you, before pulling back the barest inch to continue, “I thought it was a dream, you saying you were going to stay here, that you wanted to live with me. I felt so guilty for how happy I was that your family finally crossed the line, but I am.”

He looks like he expects you to judge him for that but you’re just waiting to hear what other, wonderful, impossible thing he might say next. He presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “Because you’re finally here, with me. In my nest, in my arms.”

“Oh,” you breathe, unable to find a single coherent thought to voice in response.

He pulls back again, just slightly, and goes on to say, “I was going to wait until you were more settled, see how you liked living here, living with me—when you were dealing with fewer changes--to see if you might consider…” he looks at you through ridiculously pretty lashes you’ve somehow never noticed until right this second, “consider being with me.”

“Yeah?” your voice is a little teary in the face of his sincerity, his consideration. Heshi. Heshi had a plan to ask you out. Heshi likes you. Heshi wants you. Your mind is spinning and you’re holding back tears and you’ve never felt so many overwhelming good feelings in your life.

He nods with a smile. “Yeah.”

“Yes,” you say, nodding rather vehemently. “I don’t need time and yeah, life is crazy now, but it always is. I want to be with you.” And this time, you pull him down and press your lips to his. The kiss starts sweet, but he lets out something like a whine against your lips in the split second you pull back to breathe. Heat radiates from him and you begin to feel feverish with it too, the desperate need to be closer, even closer.

Ever since you nudged him from hibernation, you’ve been trying so hard to hold yourself back, to accept his hugs and embraces, but not reach for him. Your arm hooks around his neck as you let yourself pull him to you. He capitulates easily, wrapping arms around you, his tongue along yours as the kiss grows hungrier. You feel something smooth and strong against your legs and moan when you realize his tail is spiraling around you.

At some point you have to breathe and he wastes no time in lunging for the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, his favorite spot to nuzzle, only this time… This time, you gasp out his name as his fangs lightly drag along the spot and he nips. The shiver his mouth inspires only grows when he sets about sucking a mark into your skin.

You groan as he skims his mouth and fangs back up your neck only to pant desperately in your ear, “Want you. So much.” You nod thoughtlessly in his hold.

“Now, please,” he demands, breathy with need.

“Yes.”

[Part Eight - NSFW]

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Kaan - M Naga x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

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Content: NSFW/Lemon; back again with mentions of fae deals, fluff, intimacy (nuzzling for warmth, cuddling), brief kissing, receiving oral (+ forked tongue), orgasm denial, ingested venom/aphrodisiac (consensual), penetrative sex + handjob (he’s a naga... so, double)

Wordcount: 3408

“Tropemas” Summary: while caring for the naga in hibernation, snowfall worsens overnight, leaving you stranded in his cave

Notes: TROPEMAS!! #1, the beautiful cliché of being trapped in together during a snowstorm!

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Snowfall came too early this year; weeks too early, before the scarves and blankets were finished and berries picked. No honey was ready yet to trade with the fae for their blessed fruits so on a foolish promise - really, you ought to have known better than to trust fae, no matter how long you'd traded with them - you swore to return with a trade worthy of their trust as you rushed into the already snow-laden woods.

The two hours wasted trekking up steep slopes and struggling against growing branches snagging on your thinning, woollen layers wasn't a favourable way to spend your time, definitely not in wintertime. Though the journey was horrendous, weighed down by a heavy bag of half-finished gifts and a hamper of logs and food, the cave peeking out of the cliffs warmed you against imminent frostbite.

Hibernation hadn't come yet, if the large boulder propped against the cave entrance was any indication. Dim flames warmed the inner cave as you struggled to roll the rock back, where it would be sealed once his season of hibernation really began.

It was so dark the sprawled coils nearly tripped you. Whiter than the dirtied snow falling slowly beyond the cliff, the white naga laid well outside of his nest of old furs and blankets; most gifted from you. His scales reflected the odd amber of fire, tinting long, wispy hair against his pillow.

Only one thing would wake him. Kaan had learned to ignore your voice - with practice, he liked to tease - and the debt to the fae and their blessed garden was worth it when you held out the plump berry in your fingertips. Already the juices dribbled, so sweet in the middle of winter, and the temptation to eat it yourself itched at the back of your mind.

The naga's dusk nose twitched before a forked tongue flicked out to scent the air. His warm lips kissed the juices away, the berry savoured. Kaan groaned, both thick from sleep and delight. “I love fae food," he whispered, and at your laugh, peeked his eyes open. "Only one?"

"More when you say hi."

"Hi," he yawned. Long arms stretched overhead and the naga curled nearer, his head almost on your lap. "Feed me, morsel."

"Morsel," you scoffed. Kaan whined when you stood and ate a fae-blessed berry, the sugars and juices tingling through you. "How are you doing?"

"Apart from missing you?" The glare you gave earned a bright laugh. His teasing never ceased and it did nothing to help the flutter in your chest. He only missed your gifts. "I'm cold. Will you light the fire again? What did you bring me?"

Though you grumbled, his keen eyes already found the logs piled in wait of being lit. Kaan moved out from the bundled nest to the hamper. His arm reached, and a sharp hiss made you both freeze when you smacked him back.

The plea and apology jumbled together as you choked on a laugh. Crouched before the dim fire pit, sparks caught light as a heavy head nestled against your thighs. Kaan groaned and wound his arms to your hips, nuzzling against you.

"Sssso warm," he whispered, and scrunched his face when the lisp elongated. "I missed you."

Soft cracks of the fire warmed the cave. His hair felt silken when you ran your fingers back through it. "I missed you, too."

He hummed, "good. Tell me what you brought me."

The gradual slowing of his breathing came when you spoke. You used to take offence to it, when Kaan began to hug you close and his heart slowed, but now as he draped his heavy tail closer around your bodies, you understood it to be a sign of his trust.

Nobody else would be here- could be here while he neared hibernation. Kaan reluctantly stirred when you pressed a berry to his lips with a whispered groan of your name when you teased and ate one instead. His lips pressed to your fingertips before your cheek, and he fell into the furs you threw back over him.

Beneath the cave, down a tricky slope in near darkness, you washed grime off your body in a freezing, rushing stream. So narrow and fast that you never dared inch too close, only retrieving fresh water and helping stock it for Kaan when he woke.

It was your practice for too long now. Always helping, always returning to his side to wake him, to welcome the lips on your temple as he relied on your body heat in colder nights. You wouldn't change a thing... not many things. The worst part of coming was knowing the same evening you would leave for the season, and return in no time passed for Kaan, but days of a life passed, wasted, pining for the naga asleep in a cave.

He woke with a small yawn and a nudge of his tail to your hip. Without looking up from the fire you stoked, you ran your fingertips to the white and silver scales. "You know, I think you take me for granted."

Kaan frowned. The anticipated retort hadn't come, and the naga instead slid closer. His cool arms curled back to your waist like he’d never parted and settled you on his wide lap. "Would you want me to visit your village as often as you visit me? I could. I would, to see you," he hummed, and his smile grew against your shoulder when you scowled. "I may even end up on a spike. Or be made an accessory… I am pretty enough. You could always keep me close-"

"At least you'd be quiet."

"How rude," he muttered. His chin rested heavy on your shoulder. In the passing seconds, his cheek nuzzled closer, lips soft brushing the shell of your ear. If he scented the air, you dreaded what would be found. "Nearly done with the fire?" He - from practice, knew to dodge your elbow, grinning and squeezing you close. "I need to rest. Will you be gone?"

"I'll be back in a month," you said, but his arms tightened at your words. It hurt. To come all this way only to leave again, empty handed and heavy-hearted. "It'll pass quickly for you. Go, rest."

His tongue flicked at your cheek before he wriggled and curled in his nest. Neither of you mentioned the tip of his tail gently curled to your ankle. "Don't eat all my berries."

Left huddling before the growing flames, it was only the ache weighing on your shoulders keeping you from leaving. That, and the softening of scales as reluctant as you to part. Perhaps a little that beyond the cave, the wind lashed and even standing - gently stepped from the coils slowly winding to your knees - and pausing at the entrance, the harsh chill struck you.

It was dark. The only light came from the fire grown at your back illuminating the cave, bathing Kaan is a soft glow.

One peek from the boulder at the entrance and your stomach fell. Too dark for you, too dangerous with ice coating the path and frost in the air, and any torch carried would extinguish on first step outside.

He woke from a light sleep with a groan like he had before, but once he'd stolen the fae fruit, his eyes fluttered shut again. Only after snatching a blanket - one you had spent hours on, were his eyes lifting to yours.

"Kaan, I'm staying the night."

With a soft stare, fatigued and barely resisting the tug of hibernation, the bundled naga crooked a smile. "Missed me that much already?"

"It's too dark for me to get home." The soft glow of his eyes and his frown reminded you that unlike humans, the naga was adapted to dim caves and night-darkened forests. Unable to look him in the eye, you pretended to search for somewhere to lay. "Not all nagas are as soft-hearted towards humans."

"Not humans." His arms reached out to you from the nest. "Just you. The cost of your stay is to cuddle me. Keep me warm."

The thick boots laced at your ankles landed with a thud even as you frowned. "But you're cold."

"So warm me up."

The chill of his arms made you gasp, but Kaan chuckled and tucked you even tighter. His nest was set in a dip of stone, cushioned by furs and blankets and old clothes, some yours that had somehow been “lost,” and laying on something warmed by the time Kaan had been curled here settled the nerves in your stomach.

The race of your heart lurched as the naga dragged his jaw against your crown, embracing you to his warming body. Bare chested as he was, your fingertips curled above his calming heartbeat and already, he was breathing slower.

Sleep evaded you with the steady tucking of cool scales against your legs. Kaan gripped you to him tighter, coming to clutch you to his chest, and sometime sleep came, when your ear was to his heart and his fingers tangled in your hair, pressing you there.

Without any light to wake you, it was the chill of a fire dying rousing you, and you woke much as you had fallen asleep; warmed in the softest hug, lips hovering to your forehead. There wasn't anywhere you would rather be; it would've been perfect, if the fire hadn't died.

Kaan's soft breaths nuzzled against your crown. He had woken only moments ago with you, but he was quick to draw you back when you readied to move, burying you beneath furs and his coils. He seemed as reluctant as you to leave, so you tucked into his chest, content to listen to the slow beat of his heart. It nearly soothed you back to sleep; the soft pace of like a lullaby.

Words thickened by lethargy, Kaan mumbled against your temple, "why is it only you come in winter?"

"Don't you want me to?"

"That wasn't the question."

Palm flat on his taut stomach, you watched the muscle tense beneath your touch, reluctant to even whisper, "I care about you."

"That would be why you spent the night wriggling closer then," Kaan teased, pressing his nose into your hair with a chuckle, even as you gasped and strained against him.

"I was wriggling because your coils tighten in your sleep! Don't blame me, you heat-hog! That tail-"

"Oh, this one?"

Scales rubbing together rasped like the soft burn of a fire now lost. Kaan weaved them against you until you were pressed flush, able to watch him bite back a grin when you grumbled, "you just want me close for heat."

"Mm. Speaking of heat," he breathed, and if he heard your heart spasm, he didn't show it. Kaan's palm stroked against the curve of your throat, thumb stroking where your collarbones dipped. "You ought to be careful about caring for me. It almost feels like courtship, and we wouldn't want me to fall into a mating rut, would we?"

The gentleness brushed where your neckline fell loose on your chest. His eyelids fell to where he traced the heat rushing to his touch, and the silence only dragged on. His chest rose on a deep breath, one caught in his throat as he whispered, "right?"

"Kaan…"

Hand framing your jaw, the naga swallowed hard, voice rasping. "Would we?"

"I," you shuddered at his forehead coming to yours, his lips only a mere breath away. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to… to-"

"To mate you."

"To mate me," you echoed. "I wouldn't mind being your mate."

For a fleeting breath, Kaan laid against you, into you. Thick tail nudged to your hips and his lips were so warm where he was elsewhere cold. The affection you ached for flooded you down to your curling toes, but it was fleeting. Kaan unwound himself. He recoiled to the deepest corner of his nest, head tucked low, away from you.

"Go," he croaked. Kaan's claws bit into the cave beneath him; he had never been so small in your presence. "Go, please."

There was no arguing with the tremor in his plea, nor with the agony creeping into his face, the same you fought to hide deep in your chest. Only the words whispered in the back of your mind forced you from his nest, cold now without him beside you. He didn't want you, the voice hissed. He doesn't want you. The promise of a mate tempted him.

He wouldn't be fighting it so hard if that were true. Fighting for you.

Boots heavy on your dragging feet brought you to the mouth of the cave, but no further. The forests beyond remained hidden. Even the grip on the snow boots didn’t ground you when the unyielding stone forced you back from the force of your struggle.

"Kaan…"

"I can't," he mumbled. "If you stay, if-if-"

"The cave entrance is snowed over. The stones are frozen together and we're," you winced. "We're snowed in together, Kaan."

Hardly audible above the storm binding you to the cave, Kaan whispered, "no. No, you're just-you must be weak."

"I'm not weak, Kaan." Weaker than him, yes, but not weak. "If I was weak, I wouldn't make it to you through those woods."

"No… No, I didn't-" his gulp was audible. "May I try?"

Nothing stopped him from trying, but you. Kaan tucked himself round the cave wall and only met your eyes when you stepped back. Sharp guilt rose to tighten and bind your throat.

The rock didn't budge. Not with his body coiling tight and shoving harder, succeeding only to bruise himself.

You were locked together. Trapped.

Kaan's soft voice carried like the wind. Curled into the coldest crack of the entrance, it brushed so gently, quietly, you almost missed it. "Tell me you meant it." Though turned away still, the tip of his tail didn't miss when he reached, winding against your leg. "Tell me again."

"Kaan-"

"Don't come closssser if you didn't," he whispered.

The single step broke him. His tail swept you back but he caught you, the furs your cushions when he laid you down. Kaan framed your cheeks and nudged his nose to yours.

"Tell me before this goes any further," he said, his long eyelashes fluttering by yours. Even as he spoke, the claws of his fingertips traced beneath your thick layers, creeping up your stomach to brush your chest. "Tell me."

"Kaan, I want you to be my mate. I want to be yours."

The gentlest kisses faltered where your chest rose with shallow breaths. Together, the layers fell away, goosebumps and shivers blossoming beneath the cold air, beneath the softening, heated stare running low, lower to your hips struggling to lift beneath the weight of his.

On a warm laugh, Kaan rose up and helped you kick the rest free. Both laying bare, warm and close, your hands travelled the muscle of his chest - only for you to gasp.

The naga grinned, cheeks nestled to your thighs. One hiss made you whimper, forked tongue flicking up, a mere brush. "Kaan-"

"Yes?"

"Don't tease," you whispered, but the warming of his eyes promised nothing less than torture. His tongue slid from his lips reminiscent of how he tasted the fae food, and he tasted you with the same reverence, the same guttural groan as the tip flicked up your folds to brush your flushing bud. "Kaan," you gasped, and the naga only laughed deeper.

"Did you think I wouldn't savour you?"

"Savour-“ you choked. Morsel. “Kaan, I am not a meal-"

"You are," he murmured, and with his hands gripping your thighs, he dragged you from the nest and against his lips.

The cave rang with your hoarse cries and hollow breaths. So sensitive already, the tips of his tongue falling low sent a wave of fire through you. Kaan groaned with your heels digging hard into his back to beckon him close, but he never wasted a second, never wasted a breath that could be better spent pleasuring you.

He pleasured you too well. With a soft whisper unheard over the blood rushing in your ears, Kaan pressed a warm hand to your navel and held you down, the thick muscle slipping into your hips and- oh, you cried, the tip dragging slowly to the nerves tender and tightening.

The cave was dark enough, but only blurred spots danced in your vision. Your legs trembled. Kaan curled his tongue and dragged up, and you arched, bucked, overcome with a rush of-

Nothing.

"That… that was cruel," you struggled to say, shaking still as the crescendo began to ebb away and the offender grinned. His open mouthed kisses rose from your navel and up, pausing to press sharp teeth to your nipple until you sunk heavy again. "I won't... I won't beg."

"I think not. It will be me begging for you," he said to your lips. Thick on his tongue, Kaan kissed you deeper, cradling your crown as a weight nestled between your hips. His lips rose when you whined and spread your thighs wider, welcoming the thick, twin lengths heavy on your stomach. "And beg I will," he breathed, and two crooked fingers inched into you. "I want to make love to you, now. Please. Please," he whispered, fingertips where his tongue had been and teasing whines freely from you.

"I need you. I-"

Kaan's lips parted on bringing his slick fingers to his lips, and in parting them, you saw the swollen fangs, slick like his fingers as he sucked you from them. The gentlest warmth of his head running from your clit down stole your focus with ease, your eyes rolling and hips following, leaning up to align with his cock pressing down.

"Ready?" Kaan pressed his thumb to your lower lip, flushed and swollen, parted as you struggled for breath. Your muscles tightened at the steady rub of him to your centre, and you nodded. "Lips open, my mate."

"For… for the venom?"

"If you'd rather not," he rushed, and though you loved his need to reassure you, the pull of his body away twisted your stomach so you dug your heels into him and tensed. His cock entered you so slowly you nearly came, and when he stroked down your cheek to bring your eyes to his, the warmth there coaxed you back to that precipice. "Do you want it?"

The answer was yes to all he had, and you begged as much. Kaan chuckled and the rumbling met your lips. With the first tang of venom on your tongue, the naga rocked himself forward and his cock filled you, thick and curved and hot like his tongue meeting yours, blackened by the aphrodisiac tightening your chest.

It eased the slight burn in a breath and you nodded once, dragging your mate closer and reaching low to stroke the cock heavy on your stomach. Kaan shuddered and his body stiffened, a whimper passing you both.

Then he moved.

He moved and your body was aflame. The pleasure endless in your nerves arched your chest, Kaan nuzzling down to take your flushed nipples into his lips in turn and nip, suck, kiss, thrusting in time with your stuttered gasps.

Beyond the cave, wind howled; nothing like Kaan's deepened groans, his claws dipping into your thighs where he pushed you back and sunk deeper at this angle. Venom coated his lips. It coated yours, tingling in your throat, thoughts and stomach, until your breath caught.

He felt it, too. Kaan's forehead rested to yours as he rocked slower, deeper, and into your fist. With a bitten back smile, you squeezed your fingers and ran low to tease the slick dip in his scales, the slit, and the naga bellowed a harsh cry. He came deep, hot and strong and along your stomach, Kaan stealing your matching pleasure with a fevered kiss.

Neither of you felt sated. The venom still pulsed strong and hibernation was long forgotten, a mating rut stirred and his cocks stiff against you. Kaan cradled you on his lap as you sought to be closer, aching to take him again until you couldn't any longer.

Until the snow melted, you would wait in your naga's arms, feasting on sweet fae berries and his kisses.

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title: Monstrous Hospitality || Naga!Makki x fem!Reader

a/n: now I’m not saying Makki brings out the worst in me I’m just saying I’d like to fuck him in every possible way including a monster au.

word count: 3.4K

tags: monsterfucking, dubcon ish (just to be safe), tail fucking, tongue fucking, size kink, cervix fucking, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), mind break(?), breeding kink, unedited

character(s): Takahiro Hanamaki (hq)

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Roiling waves behind you. Creak of broken boards left when you found this cave dipped into the landscape of the beach. You sought shelter as much as you sought another face among the wreckage.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. Drowning the crashing water outside the cavern. Leaving you to not much else but your frantic thoughts.

That noise itself was trumped by the insistent drip of water from the stone walls encasing you. Each tick of the sea water into numerous puddles around you set your nerves further on edge. Even the breeze from deep in the cave sent chills skittering up and down your spine. On guard you saw something move out of the corner of your eye when there shouldn't have been anyone but you in here. Perhaps your prayers of another survivor had been answered.

Clasping a hand over your mouth to keep all incriminating noises dampened. Every fiber in your body wanted to survive but also not be alone. Breath held and teeth clenched you fixate your gaze off into the murky cavern trying to see if your eyesight was betraying you or not.

"You're awfully far away from the shoreline...."

Your own hand over your mouth instantly gripped too hard on your own cheeks when you spun around to the unannounced voice behind you.

Immediately you gasp at the familiar sight of another human form among the rocks, "You! Are you from the other ship that cra-"

Your celebration cut short. Regretfully, as the man once leaning into a boulder was a fleeting comfort to your frazzled nerves. It was soon stripped from you as everything from the torso up happened to be the only thing familiar to you. Instead when this stranger stood up your words choked in your throat.

Lips curled into a smile that would be considered charming had the rest of this creature not rippled with scales when he descended down to where you were. Panicked and looking around, you took a step back.

This wasn't a human. Face of a human but the very body of a beast.

You couldn't tear your wide eyes from the way the massive rippling muscles of his tail-like lower half moved him to you. A slither closest to a serpent as he came winding down to you. Fixated on you and you alone as no one else could have been mistaken in this cave for an intruder.

At first from across the cave he appeared to be comparable in size. Now though as he loomed over you with a charmed smile on his lips. You felt the stomach knotting dread fill you that this inhuman creature stood nearly three heads taller than you. For as panic stricken you certainly seemed. This cave dweller didn't say anything about your clear terror.

"You're looking for survivors?" A bend in his body. He leaned down so the two of you were eye level. Still though you couldn't bring yourself to look away from his scaly lower half. Hard not to comment on your rudeness he finally straightened back up and crossed his arms over his bare chest when you didn't answer the simple question, "That's awfully rude you know?"

"W-What-?"

"Barge into my home and then staring like I'm what doesn't belong." He moved forward.

You, in an attempt to keep distance between the two of you, did just what your body told you to do. Which was step back. Poorly calculated as your foot slipped on the wet stone underfoot. Before you could brace for the impact of falling. You found something warm and thick curling around your waist.

Ready to scream when you saw his tail wrapped around your waist. You got put to the ground with less roughness than if you'd fallen flat. But still his gesture to set you down knocked the air out of you. Leaving you to accept it as he came to sit next to you. Reclined into the rock. And staring at you. His intent gaze making you not move.

"Were you part of all that ruckus outside my home earlier?" His thin brown brows arched up, "It's quite rude you know."

"I- I didn't-" Mouth full and like your tongue was suddenly made of lead, you couldn't form a real coherent thought. Which only seemed to amuse the scaly creature, "The crash was- I'm so sorry I didn't know this was your home- If you let me I can leave- I was just looking for others and I-"

Dribble out of your mouth really. Cute and amusing. He listened with little intent to hear what you said. Instead his narrow eyes focussed on what was your heart, beating so fast he could see the flutter of your pulse on your neck. Much quicker than the drip of the sea water off the stone walls around you two. He watched your heartbeat give your fear away as the drip around you became louder and louder.

That same tail that had caught you suddenly wasn't as gracious now. He draped his scaly lower half over your lap. Watching you squirm under his heavy tail. Your hands no place to be put but held up by your breast as you attempted to not touch him. Finally his simple smile turned into a crooked grin.

"That was an awfully big crash outside...and in a storm like this," He shook his head with a simple click of his tongue, "Don't think it would be very safe for you to run out back into it."

A gulp. You look down at his winding tail. Watching and feeling as the tip of such a monstrous appendage came curling around your ankle. If you were to run now chances were he'd trip you instantly. Trying to calm yourself with a shaky breath. The thought of calm was dashed when his tail didn't simply just curl around your lower leg. No. Now you felt the ripple of scale covered muscles move up your leg. Encroaching on your thigh but when you looked over at him next to you all the monster had to do was offer a friendly smile at you.

"Weary little traveler...caught in storm and all alone," As his voice dipped lower, so did his tail until the tip strayed against the inner most part of your thigh. Heat from your core felt against the serpentine's tail. He leaned back into his arm right next to you and watched as you tried to avoid eye contact with him at all costs, "...big bad monsters will eat you up if you leave now...best you stay safe, with me."

For as quick as your heartbeat had threatened to pop from your chest. Now it relocated. Much to your disdain. When the tip of the creature's tail brushed up against the crotch of your panties. You'd been so focused on trying to calm yourself that when his tail finally reached its destination the contact caught you off guard with a little gasp.

Against better judgement you tried to get up with such a jolt, "I really should be-"

"What? Going so soon?" Yanked back down. But not where you had been sat beforehand. This time the creature was not subtle in pulling you down on his lap. Even when your breath hitched in your chest it was only for a meager second, "Stay. Have a meal with me even weary traveler....It's not often I get company."

"I should really go out and help I can't-" Your weak willed reasoning fell on deaf ears.

Much like the way his tail invited itself to your body. His broad hands were doing the same thing as he kept you pinned to his lap. Causing you a shudder feeling what could only be described as one fluid ripple of his scale covered muscles moving under you. Like he simply was getting comfortable.

"You haven't even learned my name yet...and I've been such a gracious host letting you stay here," His lips, a stark hot contrast to the cold sea air, made short work of your nerves as he brought them against your ear, "Nor do I know the name of my little guest...won't you tell me your name?"

Lump in your throat hard to swallow. You felt something else uncomfortably hard but it was dashed from your mind with the way his tail rubbed itself unabashedly against your groin. Legs forced to be splayed on his massive muscle riddled lap. And wrists being gently held to your side by his hands. You were stuck.

"....y/n....m-my name, that's it-" You couldn't control the prickling goosebumps finding their way onto your skin with the way his breath tickled your ear. Perhaps if you played his game, then you could leave unscathed.

A grin curled on his lips. He lifted his face away from the crook of your neck but not once let go of your hands. Never mind the way his tail grinded between your legs leaving you with an ever growing fog creeping up on your mind. Your heartbeat no longer thudding in your chest.

"My name might be a little hard for a mere human to pronounce....but," His words stopped just in the same time your breath caught in your chest as the tip of his tail slipped past the fabric of your panties, "...I suppose you can call me Makki."

Clear as day what his name was. It didn't matter though when the tip of his tail slipped past your folds. Soaked as the cavern walls from the teasing, Makki's tail slid inside your cushiony walls with little resistance. Making the beast chuckle deep in his throat.

"My my," Lips finding your neck again and his grip on your wrists loosening in the same breath, "Seems like my hosting has really taken your mind off all this terrible weather and those scary monsters out there."

Nothing short of a croaking moan left your lips. Consumed by the way his tail curled up inside you at angles you weren't even familiar with even from the most skilled lovers. The smooth feeling of his scales only lending to delving deeper in your cunt as your juices coat him. A fullness like none other. Where it should have burned from the stretching sensation was quickly washed over with the way his tail swiped over your velvety walls.

"F-Fuck-" All that could make it past your gasping lips. Head tipped back into his chest and eyes half lidded. You could hardly tell it was a monster if you looked at him like this. Only his charming smile in your field of vision as his tail began moving in you once more.

"Human's feel much different than other naga," Makki grinned down at you. Watching his own tail violate your cunt as he finally let go of your arms. With the way you gripped his sides under you he had no fear of you running away anytime soon. Leaving him to explore more of your human body.

Of course the monster's hands found your breasts. Squishing and tugging at them until he began rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Quite enticed with the way the hard buds looked in his grasp. Forgetting the work of his tail until a new noise came from you.

"Oh?" He chirped pleasantly at the sensation of muscle tightness around his tail, "Did you cum already? I wasn't watching, a shame."

Pulling his tail from your insides. Makki examined the wetness covering his scales. Giving it a sniff before flicking his tongue against the little gift you left him. What he found was more than just a palatable taste. Instead he licked his tail clean before looming over you with his hands gripping your thighs.

"A real meal!" He exclaimed with two fingers being pushed inside you before you gathered yourself or your thoughts, "This tastes much better than anything in this cave."

Still reeling from your previous orgasm. When his fingers pushed inside your cunt there was no way you could recall running away now. Instead you grabbed for something to stabilize yourself with his exuberant fingering. Finding no better handle than reaching back behind you to loop your hands around his broad neck. Beast leaned over with his bare chest pressed into your back. Holding onto him was the best you could do as every fiber in your body tingled with immeasurable pleasure.

Reverberation of his pleasant hum in his chest. Makki didn't thrust his fingers inside you much. Only dipping them down to his knuckles and twisting them around until they were soaked in juices. Just to pull them out and slather his tongue in the fresh taste. The half a dozen times he did it left you panting and thrusting your hips up into him for some kind of relief of the knot growing in your stomach once more.

Frustrated with just small tastes he was getting on his fingers. Makki finally had enough. Instead he pulled his fingers from you. Some sort of a whimper in protest but that was cut short from your end when he lifted you up from his lap. Reminded in a second how small you were in comparison when he lifted you above himself. Mouth full of teeth and wide open sent a fearful thought racing through your mind.

"No wait please- don't eat me I-"

Quickly thrown aside when the row of teeth weren't the intent at all. No when his lips made contact with your cunt it was his tongue that quickly slipped inside you. Squeaking moans leaving past your lips as he held you above himself like it was nothing. Twisting and writhing his slippery tongue inside your cunt. Makki just refused to wait long enough to lick it off his fingers. As a guest it was only within your right to offer him something tasty in return.

"M-Makki! Makki fuck-" Forgetting even the moments before when his tail already stole one orgasm from you. With the way his tongue massaged every inch of your twitching cunt in an attempt to drink you dry meant the beast was leading you right into another orgasm. Legs twitching and fist fulls of of his short cropped brown hair. You couldn't squeeze your thighs together hard enough for him to stop. Instead the hungry beast lapped wildly at your core until suddenly your screams echoed to the back of the cave as you came once again on his tongue of all things.

His tongue only slowed when your grip loosened and your labored breathing became shallow. Makki pulled his tongue from your folds. Licking up what he could from his lips and cheek as he sat you back down on his lap. Unlike before when the smoothness of his belly scales was all that you felt. Something wet prodded the inside of your leg. In a sort of daze when your weak legs spread further apart on his lap you caught a glimpse of something red in contrast to the creamy paleness of his underbelly scales.

"My look how excited you've made me," Makki smiled down at you. Like before his tail was coming up to greet you. But unlike before you found it didn't stop at your legs. This time the broad muscly appendage recurled itself around your waist, "You took my tail so well...lets see how well humans breed."

Lifted once more. This time not higher than it took for him to adjust you on his lap. Your body still on fire even after two orgasms. Craving more and you hand no idea how when you felt as limp as could be. You could only hold onto his chest for your own sake as Makki moved you on his own whim.

The same sliminess. Now closer than just your thigh. Instead it slid up your soaked cunt lips. You gasp the second his cock head brushes against your clit. A sensation reminded after he hadn't touched your sensitive bumble once. The lewd reaction bring on a grin to the monster's lips.

Wordlessly the enormous monster guided you onto his cock. Hotter than anything his tongue or tail could produce. Your insides felt like they were melting as the thick knot like base of his cock finally sunk down in you. The twitch of his inhuman cock against your cervix. Certain his cock was pushed all the way into your stomach at this point. You couldn't help pant and grab at the monster's chest as he let you rest on his massive cock for a second.

"You tasted so good....I see why we eat you," Makki's lips brushing against your parted ones. The pleasant fucked out look on your features were adoring. Much like a little pet. He peppered your face in kisses as his massive body began forcing you to move up and down slowly on his girthy cock.

Mind fuzzier and fuzzier with each orgasm. Now when your legs splayed apart on his lap. Cock lodged deep in you with some oddity to his knotted cock bumping your deepest parts. You felt like you were suddenly loosing your mind. Forgetting all about the ship wreck or looking for other survivors. All you could see was the charmed smile in front of your face as Makki guided you up and down on his cock.

"F-Fuck- I- I can't take it-" Your head droops down. Hardly able to keep yourself up as he does most the work and your body just tightens around him. Each time you were pulled down on his cock and it felt almost like too much. Everything was eased with the way your clit grinded against his scaly underbelly. Sending ripples of pleasures through your body and allowing you to take every inch of his cock in your little human cunt.

"Shh you're doing so well," Praise falling from the monster's lips. His own breathing quickening in pace. Coming deeper and more ragged as he moved you up and down his cock quicker. Thankful you were doing so well because he wasn't sure how careful he could be with such a little thing.

Drool leaking past your lips. All you could see was him in front of you. Forgetting the cave. Forgetting everything before this. Consumed by the feeling of Makki's cock stretching you out. Feeling like it was getting bigger and bigger. You had no idea it was as he began thrusting into you harder. Fucking you with each time he pulled you down into his lap. Adoringly your hands cupped his cheeks. Wildingly bouncing up and down on his cock unable to help it. You were loosing control once more.

"Shh not yet....shhh just- just a little more-" Makki's words law. His thrusts growing ragged and his chest heaving in short breathes. You stared up at him in fucked out bliss as his brows pinched together and he loomed over you. Suddenly he was much less scary in the moments his hips shuddered under you.

An inhuman throb inside you. Not once had you noticed how larged his cock had grown until the monster held you down on his cock and the gush of hot flooded your senses. Just the swelling sensation of his eerily hot cum spurting inside you was too much to deal with. Body trembling your legs try to close but his broad lower half keeps you spread and impaled on his cock.

Makki knotted thrusted deep inside you as your third orgasm washes over you. Twitching and spasming around him so hard that simply the amount of cum filling you overflowed around even the bulb of his cock keeping you connected to him. Finally it was all too much. Robbed of every last ounce of energy. You drooped into him. Feeling the monster's cock pump his cum inside you. No idea how much he'd fill you with. Nor caring.

The familiar sensation of his tail curling around you once again. This time with his hand coming down to stroke your cool cheek in an almost sweet gesture. You couldn't move. And you couldn't be bothered to move atop his enormous body. Makki had simply been right all along. It would have been too dangerous to leave the cave. You had no idea the monsters lurking out in the storm. At least in here, you understood the monsters were friendly.

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AN: Part 2 of this mini-series. I don’t know if y’all can tell, but Albuquerque is on my bucket list of places I want to go to. As a heads up, the next part will include smut, so if that isn’t your thing be warned. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this one! 😁

Warning(s): N/A

Your nerves were high all day long, constantly tapping your pen on your clipboard. Your coworkers thought it was the funniest thing they’ve ever seen, gently teasing you about the upcoming date. And you couldn’t wait for this work day to be over. All you wanted to do was go straight home and shower. You stood at the nurses station, finishing your notes from your last patient when one of the RNs approaches you. “So, rumor has it that you have a hot date tonight?”

A heavy sigh escapes your lips, “yes Maria, you heard correctly.”

The older woman smiles and claps her hands like an excited child, “oh how exciting. Tell me about him?”

You look at her, debating it in your mind. But, you know she wouldn’t leave you alone until you tell her something. “His name is Santiago, he’s a Naga, we’ve ran into each other a couple times, and he asked me out in a Target.”

Maria laughs, “he asked you out in a Target?”

“Yeah… He took his opportunity.”

“Well, is he cute?”

You roll your eyes, “yes Maria, because that’s important.”

She shrugs as she walks away, “it helps.” You snicker to yourself as you return to your notes. Although you weren’t really focusing on them, you couldn't help as your mind wandered. The stress of having to get ready was already weighing on your mind. Once the notes were finished you let out a sigh of relief, all you needed to do now was mundane tasks until you could clock out. As you left to clock out you couldn’t help but laugh as the other nurses teased you, practically begging for juicy details tomorrow.

The ride home was uneventful, which you were thankful for. The more time you had to get ready the better. As soon as you got home you threw off your scrubs, got in the shower, and scrubbed like you'd never showered before. Once out of the shower you slathered on the lotion and aftershave cream. Luckily you picked out your outfit the night before. You even made sure it had just the right necklace. And it felt like you fussed in the mirror for an eternity before you were satisfied with how you looked.

By the time you drove up to the Old Town area of Albuquerque your nerves were high. You parked in a paid public parking lot, just like Santiago told you to. When you exited the parking lot you immediately heard a particular Naga calling your name. A blush crawls onto your cheek as he slithers towards you with a pink lily in his hand, “hola.” Santiago stops in front of you and looks you up and down, holding the flower loosely in his hand, “te ves bonita.” He clears his throat nervously, “sorry, I just got off the phone with my mother, and I was still in Spanish mode.”

“It's fine… Te ves hermoso,” you smile as you take your turn to scan him. His hair slicked back, but he luckily used the proportionate amount of hair gel. He wore a teal button up, the color going beautifully with his skin tone, and a black blazer. The shirt was long and designed with Nagas in mind, the perfect length to cover their more private areas.

“You speak Spanish?”

“A little, I took it back in middle school. And once I moved out here I realized I should have paid more attention,” you chuckle and your eyes land on the flower again.

His eyes follow yours and he smiles sheepishly, “oh right, I should’ve given this to you already.” You smile and watch as he breaks the stem, then tucks it into your hair besides your ear. Your cheeks immediately flush again as his fingers brushed against your ear. “My mother was a florist, so if I didn’t bring a flower she would’ve been disappointed.”

“I’ve never had anyone give me a flower before, it’s very pretty,” your fingers ghost along the petals.

"You deserve it… Shall we go," he offers his arm with a timid smile.

"We shall," you tuck your hand in the crook of his arm as you walk beside him. The two of you make pleasant small talk as he shows you around the Old Town. His posture became more relaxed the more and more you guys talked. By the time you reached the restaurant the both of you were more confident, cracking jokes and lightly poking fun at each other. But you didn’t seem to see the new glimmer in his eyes whenever you smiled.

Dinner was wonderful to say the least. Conversation between the two of you flowed freely. You learned that Santiago was the youngest of three, and the only boy in his family. He was raised by a single mother and his grandparents. And that his mother’s profession as a florist is what inspired his love for nature and the outdoors. “I wanted to get a job that let me be outdoors all day. So, now I’m a park ranger at Cibola National Forest.”

“That sounds more interesting than nursing,” you sip your drink as you watch him curiously. “What do you do as a park ranger?”

“Mostly park safety, helping lost tourists, scaring rattlesnakes off the trails.”

“Scaring rattlesnakes,” you raise an inquisitive brow.

“Yes, I go up and down the trails and keep an eye out for them,” he sips his beer. “If I rattle my tail they usually go away because I’m massive compared to them. And if they bite me nothing happens because of my natural immunity. Not saying that it won’t hurt though.”

“It hurts even when a non-venomous snake bites you, and if they don’t get treated properly they can lead to nasty infections. Which hurt more.”

“Most Naga tend to have stronger immune systems than humans, even then I still clean it and make sure it’s bandaged.” The waiter stops at your table, clearing your empty plates off of the table. You were surprised when he refused dessert before you could say anything, watching Santiago skeptically. “Don’t worry cariño, I know just the place for dessert.”

You blush a little at the nickname, “I suppose you would know better than I.” The two of you split the bill, although it took some arguing on your side.

“Alright I’ll allow it, but I will pay for dessert.”

You roll your eyes at his old fashioned ways, “you’ll allow it?”

“Yes… As long as we don’t tell my mother we split it. I try to avoid every lecture I can.”

You laugh as you get up from the table, taking his arm again, “I suppose I can keep a secret. Your mother sounds wonderful.”

“She is, but so are you,” he smirks and interlaces his fingers with yours. You look down at your hands, a little shocked at how forward he was now.

“Sorry, should I not have done that?”

He goes to move his hand but you just squeeze it reassuringly, “no it’s fine.” Santiago smiles wider, his fangs catching the light from all the signs of the storefronts. There were colorful fairy lights hanging from most stores, and there was the faint sound of a mariachi band a few streets away. The Old Town was beautiful, all the buildings were adobes, the decor was colorful, everything was just picturesque. Santiago stops in front of a shop with a neon sign that reads ‘panadería’. You follow him inside and the first thing you noticed was the strong smell of pastries.

“You said you haven’t gotten to try much of the local cuisine, so I figured a panadería was a good place to start.” He keeps you close to his side as he points things out in the cases, and talks to the older woman behind the counter in rapid Spanish. At the end of it all the two you got a small box of goodies to share at the nearby park. You sat together on a bench besides a lamppost from the early twentieth-century, Santiago leisurely wraps his tail around your ankles. “So, which do you want to start with?”

You point to a pig-shaped cookie, “the Cochito sounds nice, and it’s adorable.”

Santiago chuckles as he breaks the cookie in half, “do you want the butt or the head?”

“Either is fine,” you smile as he hands you the head. You take a small bite, the cookie wasn’t too hard or too soft nor was it crumbly. Just like Santiago said, it tasted similar to a gingerbread cookie. But instead of ginger they used cinnamon, “you know, I don’t like cinnamon that much. But, this is really good.”

“We like cinnamon with our sweets, but it is one of the more milder flavors. There are a lot of Mexican candies that have chili flavoring.”

“Not to be rude, but that sounds gross.”

He laughs, “ it’s okay, even I don’t like them that much. However chili and chocolate is a good combination.”

“I’ve never had it, so I have no comment”

Santiago picks up another pastry and tears the sweet apart, “vanilla Concha with lemon icing.” You take the torn piece and smile at how cute it was with the bright yellow frosting. The flavor blend was beautiful, and the lemon wasn’t overpowering at all. It didn’t take long for the two of you to satisfy your sweet tooth, nearly cuddling against each other as you ate. Santiago unwound himself from around your ankles and made his way to the nearby trash can. You couldn’t help but stare at his tail as he moved, fascinated with how the complex muscles looked while he slivered along the pavement.

“You’re staring, cariño.”

“I can’t help it, it’s still so foreign to me,” you fluster a little as he sits back down.

He sets the very end of his tail on your lap, “wanna look at it?” You nod cautiously and run your fingers along the scales, earning a smile from Santiago.

“So this is the rattle, huh”, you apprehensively run your fingers over the keratin segments.

“Indeed, every time I molt I get a new segment. And the muscles that control the rattle are among some of the fastest in the world. They can move about fifty times per second,” he rattles it for a split second. The sudden noise makes you jump, “sorry, should’ve given you a warning.”

“It’s fine,” you laugh a little at yourself. Santiago takes the opportunity to partially wrap the end of his tail around your wrist. “Oh, that is a lot of muscle.”

“Pretty good for never doing a leg day in my life, right?” You laugh heartily at the joke, using your free hand to cover your mouth. The two of you stay like that a while, part of his tail on your lap and at some point you lay your legs across his lap. The more you two talk the more blind you become to everything happening around you. Your peaceful conversation was rudely interrupted by Santiago’s phone going off. He looks at the caller ID and sighs, “it’s my roommate. He must’ve thought I died or something.”

You notice the time on his phone, “wow, it’s already nine thirty?”

“Yeah, time sure flies when you’re having fun,” he interlocks his fingers with yours again. His smile faltered a little as he looked at the clock again, “you should go, you said you had work in the morning.”

“That would be the responsible thing to do… Would you walk me back to my car?”

“Of course, I think you’ll get lost without me anyways,” he snickers as the two of you untangle your limbs.

“Lead the way, ranger.” He rolls his eyes as you tease, keeping a firm grip on your hand as the two of you leave the park. The streets weren’t as busy anymore, and the bars had small crowds outside of them. You didn’t care the some people stared as long as they kept their, most likely bigoted, comments to themselves. Once you made it to the parking lot, the two of you stood at the entrance, not wanting to leave the other. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“So did I,” his confidence faltered slightly as he was unsure of what to do next.

“I… I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

“Really,” his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Really… You’re fun and very sweet.”

“You aren’t too bad yourself cariño,” his trail slowly wraps around your feet loosely. His golden eyes landing on your mouth then scanning the rest of your face as he pulls you closer. “May I kiss you?”

You can feel your face instantly heat up, “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

Santiago’s smile grows as his tail tightens around your ankles, a means to pull you even closer to him. His touch was gentle while he cupped your cheek and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. Obviously not wanting to overstep his boundaries. You gently wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss, much to his surprise. “Easy now cariño, it’s already hard enough for me to hold back,” he laughs and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m sorry for wanting something a little more,” you smirk and playfully pinch his cheek.

“In due time cariño,” he takes your hand and squeezes it reassuringly. “You should go hun, you have an early morning.”

“I suppose,” you pout.

“Text me when you get home,” he begins to uncoil himself. “I want to know you made it home safe.”

“I will,” you look at your hands, holding onto each other by the pointer finger. “Thank you for tonight, I had a blast.”

“Anytime,” he gently takes your hand one last time and kisses the top of your knuckles. “Now run along cariño, don’t let me hold you up.”

You blush again, “not my fault you’re so enjoyable to be around.” With a heavy sigh you let go of his hand and adjust your purse on your shoulder, “well, thank you again… And I’ll text you soon.”

“Looking forward to it.”

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