#The Stranded and the Scaly

[ozzgin]

I've kept my promise and returned with dino smut. Switch it to a dinosaur hybrid if you're too afraid of the full package. Content: gender neutral reader, NSFW (gangbang), monster dinosaur smut

"You've got to be kidding me."

You kick the wheel and walk away, trying to steady your breathing. This can’t be happening. Behind you, the guide continues to tinker with the car engine. He has a reassuring smile plastered on his face, but you can tell from the cold beads of sweat that he’s just as terrified.

You are stranded in a desert filled with dinosaurs. Scientific miracle? Sure. Presently your death sentence, too.

“Don’t walk too far from the vehicle, (Y/N), otherwise I can’t reach you in time if something happens.”

“What, you have a black belt in dinosaur fighting or something?” you scoff at the man.

“Now listen, do you think we didn’t anticipate these scenarios? I am equipped with this little guy here”, he says, pulling out a small, electric device. “Has enough juice in it to shock a T-Rex.”

Maybe he has a point. The Jurassic Park proudly dons a reputation of flawless service and guaranteed safety. Surely they must be equipped to deal with something as insignificant as a car breaking down in the middle of a guided tour.

You attempt to smile back, gathering some courage. In your newfound peace you didn’t really notice that the massive rock behind the car has moved, or that it was never a rock to begin with.

A wide row of razor teeth engulfs your official tour guide, and the enormous mandible closes with a loud snap. The upper half of the man detaches in a surreal, surgical cleanliness. You stare, mouth agape. It takes you a second to process the execution you’ve just witnessed, but the ear-shattering screech swiftly wakes you out of your trance.

Escaping from an entire pack of ancient predators feels rather futile, but that doesn't stop you from crawling up the steep hill, hoping the damned creatures can't follow. Had you known your comfortable car ride required survival skills, you would've worn a different pair of pants.

What's even more ridiculous is the nature of your perpetrator. Of course, you tell yourself, you had to trust a company that can't differentiate between the Cretaceous and the Jurassic. What's one or two million years? What's one or two dead humans in the grand statistics of their park?

You finally reach the top of the hill, and trip over some overgrown roots. Your collapse is cushioned by the scarce bushes patching the ground. Suddenly, you feel the branches vibrating against your burnt cheeks. Dear Lord, futile indeed. The heavy, bulky legs of the Carnotaurus approach you in a chaotic trample, nonchalantly stepping over your last bits of hope.

Knees scraping against the rocks, you close your eyes and shield your face, bent over like some beggar awaiting punishment. You're petrified. Did the guide feel anything when his innards stretched and tore under the unforgiving mouth?

The rough, scaly skin of the monster brushes against the back of your thighs. There it is! Flesh coming undone, bones giving in to the...wait. What are they doing, exactly? You subtly tilt your head, trying to catch a glimpse of the strange event.

It seems that your resigned position has given them different ideas. The horned beasts investigate your scent with peculiar interest. A brief altercation ensues, in which they lock their horns together and their tails swing around threateningly, nearly crushing you in their blind aggression. You cry out and try to distance yourself from the thundering scene, but a clawed foot pins you back into the ground.

You suspect your present captor is the winner of the conflict, standing above you triumphantly as the others wait aside. Is this the part where you become a grand meal? Its enormous teeth graze your clothing, and the threads come undone.

In a most unexpected turn of events, it's you who ends up stuffed. You don't know what pain to focus on: your back hurts from the rhythmic swaying, bare skin grating against the parched earth; your privacy is burning from the sudden, invasive stretch, as the creature buries itself deeper with each hungry pound.

Eventually, a familiar knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach. The thrusts become smoother, your legs weaker. Shameless moans begin to roll out of your drooling mouth, and you hold onto the Carnotaurus' rugged hips. Its mouth is slightly open, panting and groaning, blowing hot air against your already feverish body.

Your own high is interrupted by a thick, hot wave of fluid abruptly crashing against your inner walls. The beast detaches itself from you, leaving you heaving, dripping and sighing in disappointment. The least you could've gotten from this erotic absurdity was a decent orgasm.

Your naked body is suddenly shrouded in shadow. You look up to see a different member of the pack positioning itself between your legs. Glancing at the others, a horrifying, perverted thought occurs to you: they're taking turns, fucking you relentlessly.

Perhaps you will get your chance, after all. Or multiple.

[deunmiu-dessie]

royalty!reader who's on the run from their tyrannical uncle who is hell-bent on taking the throne for himself. royalty!reader who's the sole surviving royal descendant. royalty!reader who finds themselves without shelter as the unforgiving winter of the north looms closer. royalty!reader who's stranded in a big, dark cavern, struggling to stay warm. royalty!reader who delves deeper into the cave, unknowingly awakening a sinister creature lurking in the shadows. dragon!lover who's large in all aspects. dragon!lover who can't help but tease the royal by threatening to eat them. dragon!lover who sleeps atop mountains of gold. dragon!lover who always runs hot. dragon!lover who blows smoke into your face constantly. dragon!lover whose voice literally rattles your bones. dragon!lover who begrudgingly allows you to stay in the cave. dragon!lover who figures, he'll put your body to good use during the winter as payment. ˙ᵕ˙

"you do not scare me, dragon."

with a quivering exhale, you feel the dragon's firm touch from behind, his warm lips caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. despite the cold draft in the spacious den, caspian burns with the intense, thick, molten fire that swells within his chest.

the aroma of smoke and the biting winter blizzard that howls just a few steps away permeate his scaly skin, a tantalizing combination that sets you aflame, igniting a fiery surge of warmth in the depths of your belly; leaving you intoxicated and dizzy under his searing touch. your nerves tighten like a coiled spring as his lips tantalizingly brush against the tender curve of your ear. "you should be scared."

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[storiesoflilies]

a touch of salt, a taste of flesh

synopsis: in which toji cannot decide whether or not he wants to eat or love the pretty little human he saved from drowning. w.c: 2k.

pairing: merman!toji fushiguro x f!reader.

warnings: mature themes! mentions of gore and blood, mentions of drowning, open ending. sfw but MDNI!

a/n: if you saw me post this yesterday no you didn’t. please don’t let the fic flop this time lol. heavily inspired by this delicious art!

divider / ao3

the ocean loved to keep her secrets.

she coveted every single one of them, for each was a precious pearl of knowledge about her soul. to know even a single one was to be doomed to a life of fear, to be at the mercy of her passing whims, because you could never tell when she would decide to punish you for it and bash you into pieces.

she didn’t think she knew anything at all about the ocean.

but here she was, coughing up salty secrets trapped deep within her lungs.

again.

while a pair of green eyes watched her.

they were always watching her.

“why do you continue to tempt the sea?” he purred, a slight smirk touching his lips. “little human”

little human.

because that is what she was, and what he most certainly wasn't.

it was in the way he smiled at her – cold and dark and cruel as the smothering sea that had tried snuff her out, curling around her throat like tendrils of seaweed.

a dark, shark-like tail rose from the sea as the creature tilted his head, wet strands of his black hair dripping to the side. he winced every time she coughed some more, as if it were far too loud for his liking, and looked down at her like she was a grain of sand stuck between his scales.

she probably was nothing.

especially not to something like him.

“do you really need to know what it’s like when death creeps up on you?” he continued, dismissively waving a clawed, scaly hand at her. “i could always just tell you how it feels.”

she sucked in a shaky, pathetic heaving breath of sea air into her chest, still gasping and sputtering onto the white-washed sand. the coarse grains scratched her palms painfully, and she tried to calm herself, breathing in and out with the rise and fall of the tide.

his eyes narrowed playfully, thin slits of green in the night. “there, there. you’ll be just fine.”

she didn’t feel like she would be.

there was nothing comforting about him at all.

he was a predator.

his teeth were just that little bit longer than they should be – sharper, pearlescent, and flashing dangerously in the silver moonlight. even though this was the third time he has saved her from succumbing to the depths of the sea, she still didn’t know why he had saved her, or why he still continued to.

but it had to be for something.

or else, he wouldn’t have saved her the first time. he would have let her fingers disappear beneath the waves forever, let her sink to the bottom of the darkest ocean. he wouldn’t keep on watching her from the shoreline, circling round and round the island like a shark drawing ever closer to its prey.

waiting to strike, ready to bite.

“why?” was all she could muster in a hoarse voice, sand tickling her throat.

“why?” he repeated, that saccharine smirk playing on his lips again. “why what, little human?”

“why do you keep on singing?”

the green slits widened a fraction, and he started to laugh. her heart hammered against her chest, and she was afraid she might have said the wrong thing.

“is that what you would call it?” he asked incredulously, a sprinkle of offense creeping into his voice. “singing?”

she gulped.

what else would she call it?

that was what it sounded like to her. she would sit beneath a gnarled tree at the cliffs’ edge, where the earth dipped sharply towards the sea, its rocky face curled over the sea like an old man’s wrinkly hand. there, she would listen, trying to make sense of the strange words wafting from his tongue in the salty breeze.

she would’ve started a war for him.

would have shoved her arms into the bodies of the bent and broken, rummage through all their bones to offer him their still-warm, unbeating hearts.

but there was something in his haunting baritone that made her want to cry, to surrender to the sea, naively believing she could somehow help save him from his own restlessness. to block out the echoing memories that, in that moment, were blurred together and she wasn’t sure if they belonged to him or her.

there had to be some kind of magic involved.

because tonight was the third time she had heard his haunting song.

and the third time she had mindlessly wandered into the arms of the ocean and her false welcome, full of promises she had no intention of keeping.

despite knowing full well that she couldn’t even swim.

his laughter died with the wind, a low, lilting hum lingering at the edge of his words. “maybe you shouldn’t be listening so closely,” he murmured, his eyes heavy with something that looked like hunger. “the sea doesn’t sing for humans.”

he drifted a touch closer to where she was lying, slicing through the shallow water like a blade. she sat up straight, digging her heels into the sand to scramble away from him.

“and yet, here you are,” he said, amusement curling his lips. “again.”

she licked the salt from the cracks in her lips, stuttering, “i-i don’t k-know why.”

maybe it was her obvious helplessness, or perhaps he could smell her hopeless desperation like rotting flesh, but his eyes softened.

“it’s the call for my���” he trailed off, smacking his lips as he searched for the word. “heart.”

he said the it disdainfully, like he didn’t really want to believe he had a heart at all. she couldn’t imagine that he had one either, or that it wanted for anything beyond his most base desires.

flesh and blood.

“your heart?” she repeated in disbelief.

he glowered at her, his tail flicking through the water in annoyance. “yes,” he said, adding much more quietly. “and it seems i’ve found it.”

run away, now.

“w-what?” she sputtered, salt-coated sand flying to the back of her throat.

the creature grinned widely, mischievous fangs glinting, “oh, you know, little human.”

she did know; she just didn’t want to admit it.

“i-i never– i don’t understand.”

“no? then why do you keep trying to swim to me?”

she didn’t know what to say to that.

it was silent for a long time, the sweeping sea moving backwards and forwards like the ebb of time between them. she could see more of him too, even though she knew better than to look.

and he was beautiful.

his tail was longer than she thought, silky smooth and gray like a shark’s was, marred with pink scars and rakes as deep and painful as the ocean. it curled high above his head as he lay belly down in the sand.

oh, but his eyes.

they were a chest of shimmering emeralds, locked onto her every minuscule movement. but his pupils were infinite, a black hole of mysteries and knowledge of ancients city that had come and gone, of seas of blood and red misery.

yet, he was here, on this unremarkable beach at the edge of the world, calling for his heart – for her.

and she’d somehow answered.

“what’s your name?” she blurted out.

there was a strange rumble in his chest before he replied with, “toji.”

toji.

it reminded her of the cold kiss of winter, the inevitable conquest of snow over the trees and blooms, covering everything in its white death. he belonged to the ice-covered seas of the north and south, definitely not from places where the sun and joy pierced through the waves.

there was no doubt that toji was king of those icy seas, reigning supreme over the darkness found within the kelp forests of the deep trenches.

“how old are you?”

toji tilted his head curiously, completely silent as he pondered and searched for an answer.

“how long have humans sailed the seas?”

how very lonely.

she knew she shouldn’t feel anything for toji, least of all feel sorry for him. but here she was, itching for him to take her hand and drag her into the depths he called home. maybe that was what his song meant; perhaps all he wanted was someone to share in ruling over the ice and sea.

how ironic that she couldn’t even swim.

he drummed his sharp fingers against a closed fist, slow and irritatingly suspenseful. “you’re bleeding, you know?”

she frowned and looked down at both sides of her palms, between her pruned fingers, and then further down.

oh.

there was a small stream of blood beneath her left foot, trailing toward the sea before being swept away with the tide.

straight towards toji.

that was when she saw the dangerous twitch dancing on his scarred lip, and she realized just how long he had been holding back for.

“i’m sorry,” she whispered breathlessly, and she truly meant it.

toji’s eyes narrowed again, but there was a spark of anger in them this time. “don’t apologize,” he hissed. “never– not for that.”

for that, for bleeding.

would a shark thank her for covering up a wound?

she didn’t think so.

toji asked for her name, and she offered it freely, willingly. he repeated it loudly, the deep baritone of his voice starting to sing her name in an increasingly agitated-sounding tone.

mine, mine, mine.

her name wasn’t her own anymore.

he was looking at her now, like he wanted to slice open her chest, pull out her heart, and play with the strings that made it beat. to shove his fingers into her aorta to say that he had been really inside her – his – heart.

mine, mine, mine.

and then, his cold hand was gripping her ankle, claws lightly digging into her skin.

she let out a yelp as toji dragged her toward him, the sea rushing over her cheeks and into her ears. he was on top of her, the wetness of the sea bleeding into her, his weight heavy and suffocating, pushing every bit of air out of her fragile lungs. his fingers dug deep into her thighs, just about to pierce through the plush skin.

she beat against the hardness of his chest, “t- cough! toji, please, stop.”

but he wasn’t really there, caught somewhere between the whispering blood ocean and the misty memories haunting his soul.

a pearly tear slipped down his cheek.

“i ca-ah! can’t breath.”

the same deep sound rumbled from his chest, and toji lifted himself up from her ever so slightly. she sucked in great gasping breaths, her eyes teary and blurry as she looked at him through lashes laden with salt.

another milky tear fell from his left eye and dripped down onto the curve of her cheek.

“would you slip away?” toji whispered, his voice rolling over her like the tide, but he sounded far, far away. “into the sea, for me.”

she didn’t want to.

but then he started to hum low and sweet, his wet lips pressed to her neck, and she was ready to.

she could see through the mist and blood now, far above the clouds and the sky and the sun breaking through the horizon. her heart was burning with salt and secrets – secrets she didn’t know she possessed.

until now.

that she was one with the sea, and maybe always had been. so, she didn’t mind all that toji was slowly pulling her towards the depths instead of away from them.

a flash of brilliant green lit up the sky.

was it toji’s eyes or a farewell from the sorrowful sun?

she didn’t know; she didn’t care anymore.

she was his to keep now.

ི♡࿐

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[velvet-n-lace]

A Lemurian's Proposal 🩵🫧

Series: Love and Deepspace

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.4k words

Pairing: Lemurian Rafayel x Female MC (no pronouns mentioned)

Warnings and Tags: Porn with Plot, size kink, size difference, Lemurian Rafayel, breeding kink, ovipositing, double penetration, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, (spoilers) Rafayel has two dicks.

A/N: I feel kinda bad for posting this cuz Raf’s birthday gacha is so wholesome and… this isn’t, oh well :T

Under the setting sun by the shore, the sea breeze brushed against your face as you walked past a shallow lagoon. You saw him, a Lemurian man washed ashore and tangled in cheap fishing nets. You remembered him so clearly, his wide eyes locking onto yours as you cautiously stepped closer. You didn't want him to think you had set those traps.

You've heard the myths before: Lemurians could be two stories tall, their iridescent scales could shimmer even in deep waters, or their tears could harden into pearls. They were beings worth worshiping so long ago, yet seeing one up close was like stepping into a hidden mythology. This particular one had appeared in your dreams, so it was no wonder he looked so familiar. His tail flicked weakly in the shallow water, and in your rush to free him, you stumbled and fell against his broad chest. 

A deep blush crept up his cheeks and ears, and you couldn’t help but admire his face; his eyes gleamed beneath his damp strands of purple hair. You could barely straddle his waist and held onto his firm muscles like they were your lifesaver. The thin line where the smooth, human skin faded into his shimmering blue tail caught your gaze, especially on that scaly slit, wondering what he had to offer in his anatomy.

Rafayel was his name. Hearing it come from his mellow voice was like sparks igniting; it was the name of an angel. As you were about to give your name, he quickly vanished into the waves as distant voices neared the shore.

Was he even real? Or just someone you dreamt of after a long day at the beach? Rafayel lingered in your mind day in and day out. His voice, gaze, and Lemurian form felt all too real to be a mere illusion. It even dawned on you that he said he came to the surface for a reason but disappeared into the waves before he could fulfill it.

It felt like forever since that day. You sat by the dock, gazing at the restless sea. The tides grew stronger as the sun dipped lower into the horizon. A look around confirmed that it was just you, the breeze, and maybe a few passersby enjoying the sunset. It was time to head home.

. . .

“Mortal.”

A familiar voice called you from behind. As you turned back, a tuft of purple hair emerged from the water, followed by those deep purple eyes you’ve been dreaming of.

“Rafayel!” You rushed back to the dock, dropping to your knees to get a good look at his face. “I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Keep your voice low,” he ordered gently yet firmly.

“Sorry,” you murmured, “but what are you doing here?”

He looked calmer, far from the frantic, distressful merman you freed from the nets weeks ago. His soft expression drew you closer, and his lips curled into a bright smile like he was your long-distance boyfriend.

“I brought you something. Come down here.” He gestured toward the shore below the dock. You followed him down to the sandy beach; your bare feet brushed against the cool, damp ground. The tide lapped gently at the shore, but you hesitated a bit.

“I don't want to get wet,” you laughed.

He let out a small, dramatic sigh. “But you are wearing a bathing suit. Also, I came all this way, and I suffered worse when I was washed up to shore in those filthy nets.” He pouted slightly before extending his hand. “Come, just for a moment.”

Ignoring such a request was impossible, like a siren’s call. You stepped forward, letting the water swirl up to your ankles. The breeze sent shivers down your spine, but Rafayel’s hand was warm in yours.

You sat on the damp shore under the dock, hidden from wandering eyes, while he knelt to your level. With careful hands, he lifted a delicate necklace with shells and pearls woven and arranged in an intricate pattern.

“You made this?” You asked in awe.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

“Yes. It’s beautiful.”

“May I?”

You nodded and adjusted your position so he could fasten the necklace at your nape. It gleamed under the setting sun, casting tiny reflections against your skin. It looked so small in his grasp, but it was the perfect size made just for you. Warmth crept up your cheeks as his fingers hovered over your neck.

“It looks beautiful on you,” he murmured, his lips grazing your shoulder in a feather-like touch. A shiver ran down your spine; it wasn’t from the breeze.

“I have more to tell you,” he continued, his voice growing lower, almost nervous, “but it may come as a shock.”

You turned to him, noticing his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

“Let me hear it then,” you said, offering him a reassuring smile. “I doubt anything could shock me at this point.”

He took your hands in his; they were huge compared to yours but firm and desperate. His long, slim fingers tightened around yours, and his manicured nails pressed lightly against your skin.

“I’ve been searching for so long,” he murmured, “to find a woman who can carry my seed, one who will continue my legacy to the next generation.”

Your heart pounded, and the sudden announcement made everything go silent. Even the bashing waves grew around you, like the tide had come and swept you away.

“This necklace is my ‘proposal,’ as you humans call it, to breed you.”

Your eyes widened as his face was serious. Would you offer your body to him just like that? Just because he asked?

“I… um…” You were at a loss for words. That tight grasp on your hands kept clinging with desperate need until a few seconds passed.

“If you do not wish to breed with me, I will leave.” His voice was soft but filled with sorrow. “I apologize for coming all this way to offer you this.”

His fingers loosened their grip, and his body sank back into the sea.

“Wait! Come back!” you shouted, hoping he heard your cry. To your relief, his head popped back up. Before he could react, you dove into the water, crashing into his arms and sending you both tumbling in the waves. You held your breath hard as the water enveloped you. He caught you in his arms and pulled you back to the surface, gripping your soaked body close.

“I’ve waited far too long for you just to leave and never come back,” you proclaimed, gazing into his eyes, those endless, shimmering pools of vivid colors. You reached up, brushing a few droplets of seawater from his face. In the fading light, they sparked like flames against his skin.

“I don't know why, but you’ve captivated me since that day. I couldn't stop thinking about the moment I found you tangled up in those nets, so vulnerable and flustered…”

Your breath hitched as his hands held you steady, and his gaze landed on the seashell and pearl necklace he placed around your neck.

“This was meant to be; I never stopped thinking about you, mortal,” he murmured. “That’s why I swam up to shore the last time.”

Your heartbeat pounded like waves against the shore. His foreign yet familiar touch sent warmth flooding through your senses. Your hands traced where the smooth flesh met his iridescent blue scales.

“I’ve waited far too long,” he murmured again, laced with longing. He swam you back to shore to pin you to the sand underneath the dock. The thin outline where his skin and Lemurian tail met rubbed up against your thighs; the sand was coarse behind your back.

His tail, a shimmering blue, brushed against the shore. Your back arches like a bow, the grains of sand dug into your skin as you attempt to grind where his boner should be, but in place, there is only that scaly slit.

“Do you know how Lemurians breed?” He asked. You just shook your head.

“Then I will guide you through this new sensation, but let me know when you've had enough, for it can be too much for a mortal human like yourself.”

He hoisted you up, letting his forehead rest against yours; his lips were just out of reach. He stared into your eyes like a needy boyfriend. “Will you kiss me?”

You gave in to his request, and all that hesitancy faded in the distance. Your trembling hands ran up his neck, outlining each smooth scale as he kissed you back vigorously. His hands slid down your sides until his large thumbs knead your breasts through your bathing suit. That sweet kiss you loved so much only lasted for a while. Rafayel’s fangs nicked your lips, forcing his calloused tongue inside your mouth. He pushed you back into the sand the more his brutal kisses started to overtake your pleasure. His huge mouth could almost drown you already, probably swallow you whole if you let him. You squirmed beneath him and moaned the more he teased your clit with his finger.

You looked down, ready to glimpse at his fine package, only to let out a hard gasp. “AH!”

Spit strings clung to your lips as he pulled away; he caught you looking down at what sprang out from that scaly slit.

“Oh, are you surprised?” He asked, reaching down to grip them, “Never seen Lemurian cocks before?”

He expected you to recoil at the sight of them. His two iridescent cocks twitched in his hand, grabbing your attention and leaving you speechless. His tail flicked from the water like he suddenly reminded you of his species.

The sizes intimidated you, much less seeing two of them poking up and prodding at your thighs like tentacles; it left you wondering how you would take them.

“These are quite the sight…” You finally spoke up. Upon a further look, they were growing semi-hard already. 12 inches seemed to be a decent estimate, but inches grew as he stroked them. He grew relieved as you only stared in awe at his strange anatomy; at least you were not backing away.

He leaned closer to ask, “Do human men also possess such sights?”

You swallowed and nodded, “Not like yours.”

“Human males are not possessed with two members?”

“Nope, only one, and only at a certain length.”

“Fascinating,” he smirked proudly. His cocks continued to lengthen the more he rubbed them together; they were already slick from the seawater and leaking an inhuman amount of precum; you almost thought he came just making out with you.

“Well, mortal, you may touch them before I breed you.” He blushed as he approached you slowly.

His hands guide yours to his cocks, now fully erect and glistening with his natural lubrication. So smooth and soft, a subtle, warm pulse surged through them. As your fingers found their way to grip them, he let out his pleasured sigh. Your hands stroke both shafts in a steady rhythm, soon becoming erratic.

Shivers run down Rafayel’s spine, clearly enjoying your touch. Both his cocks twitch the more you quicken your pace; the smooth and silky texture of his scales and the firm yielding flesh beneath, his voice kept dripping with lust.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, and he nodded his head like a desperate pet.

“Mh~ Lemurian women are as tall as me; they can take both members at once.” He glanced down at you, imagining you easily taking both lengths. His body shivers again before positioning you beneath him. The sand scraped against the sand as the cool seawater brushes against your ass.

His two enormous, slick cocks hover mere inches from your face as he grinded them against your stomach and breasts. His precum was seeping into your bathing suit, already leaving it drenched. You peeled it off your body and tossed it aside, laying naked beneath him.

“You seem ready; prepare yourself,” he whispered as his cocks brushed against your inner thighs, leaving glistening trails on your skin. He positioned himself, his hands spread your thighs open, exposing your two holes. “Perfect,” he smirked.

“Both holes?” You gasped as he notched the dripping tips against your entrances. Your body instinctively tensed and resisted the penetrations.

"Shh, just relax," his voice a low, soothing rumble.

His members rubbed against your small, sand-coated holes possessively. Despite his natural lubrication, you still tensed up as they poked and prodded at your skin like soft kisses. 

He gripped your thighs and spread them wider, notching one thick head against your dripping cunt, and to your surprise, your tense body arched as he slid in with ease. You underestimated how well you could take one 12 inch Lemurian cock. If only he could slam it all at once to make you squeal; the thought of it was tempting, but your painful whimpering had him thinking twice.

Once fully sheathed, he paused, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion. He kept an eye on your face, gauging your desperate cries as you struggled with his massive size. Each second it throbbed and pulsated through the inner walls of your cunt.

“Breathe, mortal,” he groaned, “that’s one down.” He gripped his other cock, ready to prod at your forbidden opening.

He ignored your desperate cries as he tried pushing his tip past your ring of muscle. It only contracted in protest at his massive size before he grabbed your ass and spread you wider. The overwhelming dual penetration had you clenching him harder as his cock slowly inched deeper into your anal walls. 

With one more powerful thrust of his hips, he forced both massive members deep into your quivering depths simultaneously. If you hadn't covered your mouth, you would have screamed loud enough for someone to hear.

His scaly slit rested against your stretched holes; they grind slowly letting it stimulate your clit. At each soft thrust, that obscene bulge in your stomach had you gasping for air.

“Mortal, how do you feel?” He struggled to say. He held you in place as you tried desperately to get used to his size, but little by little, that pain you were squealing over was beginning to dwindle. Your breathing was calm as the lengths seemed to relax you despite them pulsing in your warm flesh.

“Calm now, yes? Haha, my precum, as you call it, offers itself as a natural aphrodisiac once inside my mate.”

“Oh… I see.” The size is still overwhelming; it poked at your cervix like it wanted to go deeper. You ran your hands down your stomach, feeling it bulging from inside you. The one nestled in your ass was pulsing with anticipation like a time bomb. Even as the aphrodisiac coursed through your body, your sensitive flesh scraped against the sand.

You find his eyes again; all glazed over with lust the more he fucked that aphrodisiac deep in your system. That pain faded into the sea as he rocked his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. First one inch, then two, until you were moaning for more and tightening around him. 

“Rafayel… Fuck…” You cried out as his thrusting grew harder. The scaly outline of his cocks dragged against your sensitive flesh, and every ridge and vein coursed through your velvety walls. As you dug your fingers into the shifting sand, the tide was beginning to rise, letting wet, slapping flesh mix with your guttural moans.

That bitter pain you were so dependent on for safety became nonexistent. If it weren’t for your competitively smaller body, you’d order Rafayel to destroy you to the point that someone might just break. 

“Right there!” You gasped hard and inhaled your intermingling heat; after a groan of confirmation, he relentlessly hit that G-spot like his life depended on it. He broke your mind; he'd destroy both precious holes next.

"You love these new sensations my massive Leumurian cocks give you?" He asked, but you only nodded back.

His eyes roll back as your admission, jolts of euphoria had him nailing your womb and asshole brutally. 

"Say it, say you love them better than a human male’s cock!" He demanded.

“Yeah! So much better!! Ah~” Your jumbled responses had him reeling; only stranded words of lust rippled from your drooling mouth. Rafayel had been careful before, but even he underestimated the pleasure Lemurians give to their mate. Your body greedily swallows his thick, gelatinous mounds of precum like you’ve been thirsting for it for centuries, overflowing in you like a flood.

 "Do you hear that? Your sweet human holes stretched around me?" He growled. His tail splashed a bit for better leverage.

His members swell thicker inside, pumping countless ropes of thick, pearlescent seed into your belly. "You're taking it all, aren't you? My entire brood would fit inside your human stomach!"

“Yeah, I’m ready for that.” You moaned back.

“Yeah? Are you ready for my eggs?”

“Eggs?!”

He nodded and snarled possessively; his massive body kept you locked in place and indeed a bulge began to widen deep in your cunt. With a forceful pulse, it would all unleash like a bursting dam. An extra mass pushed past your folds and his engorged shaft. It popped out with a wet squelch, and a rush of fluids gushed from your overfilled holes. His first egg rested inside your womb, ensuring maximum fertility.

It was a new feeling having something nestled inside you. Despite your trembling state, he continued rutting into you with reckless abandon. Just a glance up at his face and he was drowning in euphoria, the pace increasing like he was experiencing a human climax. 

“That’s one; please bear it longer!” He warned.

Another slimy egg emerged from his shaft; this one slid deeper into your womb, nestling between the first and your cervix. Each egg had Rafayel moaning like a needy boy, and by the third one, you're already looking pregnant.

“The rest are going down here.” He gripped your ass and lifted your body slightly, pressing his hips against you. His engorged cock expanded as two slippery eggs popped out from his cock, letting both nestle in your ass.

He held down your spasming body filled to the brim with his spawn. Some had begun slipping out even with his cock still buried deep inside. He’d lost count by that point, but he knew damn well your body could only handle just as much as a Lemurian woman.

Your quivering walls loosen around his shafts, milking out the last drops of his creamy seed.

“Ahh~” He sighed of relief, placing his hand on your stomach, marking you as his breeding vessel. "You're mine now... forever..."

You could feel the heat of his release flooding your insides, your stomach visibly distending from the sheer volume.

He panted heavily above you, his massive body still shuddering from the intense orgasms he'd had. A lazy smirk spread across his handsome face as he felt his eggs shifting inside your stuffed holes. "Congratulations, mortal. A Lemurian has bred you.”

His smirk widened as he watched your stomach bulge even more, the eggs expanding and growing inside of you. "You're now carrying my children... and you'll keep them warm for several months." 

He pulled out softly, his massive members still throbbing as ropes of white hung from your gaping, dripping holes. His cocks, now half-flaccid, spill some remaining seed like a gardening hose.

You looked up at him, laying there on the sandy shore, all spent in a puddle of sperm and seawater. The tides swam up to your hips, and the sun finally set in the distance. Even in the twilight, Rafayel’s eyes and beautiful face ignited your vision. That necklace he gave you still sparkled like the sun.

He pulled you close to his chest, his massive arms encircling you protectively as the gentle laps of the shore and your heavy breathing echoed in your ears. Your body was sore and aching, practically on the verge of birthing, but deep contentment washed over you, mingling with the afterglow of your intense mating. You rested your head on his broad shoulder, feeling his steady heartbeat thrumming beneath your cheek.

"Mine... you're mine now..."

He noticed your blush and gently nipped your earlobe with his sharp fangs. "Your scent has already changed. Carrying my offspring suits you."

He laid a gentle kiss over your lips. His hand wrapped around your waist, holding you possessively, sensing the now-developing eggs implanted in your body. "Do humans... usually like being bred by inhuman beings?"

“Hah, I only speak for myself.” You nodded and smiled.

A deep, pleased rumble echoes in his chest at your admission. "Good... because you're mine now, mortal. My mate, my breeder, and my everything." He captured your lips in a soft, possessive kiss, sealing your eternity.

[these-lovely-monsters]

The Dragon's Pretty Treasure - Part 1

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!dragon x f!reader

Content: kidnapping, mild dub-con, inhuman anatomy, size difference, two dicks, dp, tail action, fluids, koala bear fleshlight

(Note: part 1 is just the setup and only contains kidnapping - aforementioned cws are for the whole story)

Series complete: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

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Opening your eyes, you blink a few times, trying to adjust your vision to the darkness surrounding you. There is a faint glow that gently illuminates the space around you but everything else is mostly darkness and all you can make out are vague shapes and shadows. Looking around, you see that a small bit of light is coming from some embers in a dying fire next to you. This is definitely not your tiny studio apartment back home.

Where the hell are you?

As you sit up, you rub your eyes, groaning at the stiffness in your joints. From the aches in your muscles, you must have been asleep for a while. Looking down, you realize that you are lying on a bed of what seem to be soft furs or pelts of some kind. A cool breeze drifts in from somewhere and you shiver, realizing that you are also naked. 

What the fuck happened?

But before you can try to rack your foggy brain to figure it out, a giant yellow eye the size of your head blinks open at the edge of the darkness across from you. Yelping in shock, you scramble backwards as the eye rotates to reveal a second one just as large and luminescent. Both eyes have giant slitted pupils and seem to glow in the darkness. Before you can get far, something smooth and cool wraps around your waist, holding you in place. Heart pounding in your ears, you glance down to find that it is a dark green, almost black, appendage covered in scales. Extending from the darkness, it winds around your stomach with the end coming to a tapered point near your navel. It squeezes gently, hard enough to hold you firm but not enough to hurt.

Holy shit, is it a tail of some sort?

Too terrified to move further, you hold your breath and look back up at the giant yellow orbs peering at you from the shadows. Slowly, they begin to draw closer, and you hear heavy, measured thuds echo off the walls. As the eyes approach the dying fire, a massive snout comes into view and then a head the size of a car follows. Your eyes bug as you take in the scaly surface of a face, with ridged brows and a line of spikes running in increasing size from the tip of its snout up and over the back of its head. Two large horns protrude from above its brows and curve backwards towards where you assume its shoulders would be.

When its snout is a few inches from your face, you tremble as its nostrils flare and it inhales deeply. Then it exhales with a low rumbling sound as its hot breath fans across your face, blowing strands of hair off your shoulders.

It’s…sniffing you!

You nearly jump out of your skin when a deep, inhuman voice booms through the cavern and you have to cover your ears from the sheer volume.

“You are awake.”

The voice continues to echo off the walls for a few moments and then silence settles again, apart from the monster’s deep rhythmic breaths and your pounding heart. Slowly, you lower your hands from your ears and realize, belatedly, that it hadn’t moved its mouth when it spoke.

Had it projected its voice or are you just going crazy? Probably just going crazy.

“Where…where am I?” you manage to stammer out.

“My cave,” it rumbles again, softer this time, as if it realized its voice was too loud.

Oh fuck, you are going to die here, cold and naked in this cave.

Beginning to hyperventilate, you start to struggle in the grasp of its tail. 

“Please don’t eat me!” you shout. 

You need to figure out a way to get out of here!

It lets out a low, chuffing sound, which must be a chuckle and says, “I don’t plan to eat you.” And before you know what’s happening, its jaws part slightly and a giant, tapered tongue slips between massive, razor sharp teeth and licks up the side of your neck.

Shit, this monster definitely wants to eat you.

“Why am I here?” you squeak, utterly terrified but trying to keep it talking in the hopes you can figure out an escape plan before it decides it’s done playing with its food.

“I wanted a pretty treasure for my horde.”

A pretty treasure?... Does he mean you?

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I promise there will be smut in part 2!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Bonus: here is a size comparison if you're wondering just how big this guy really is...

[delirious-donna]

tw: Kafka Hibino x female reader, monsterfucking (kinda?), face sitting, dirty talk, pussy drunk Kafka, partial Kaiju transformations, squirting

The first transformation was subtle, so subtle that your brain tried to trick you into thinking it was purely your imagination.

Your fingers tightened around the cool metal frame of the headboard, listening to the filthiest slurping noises you had ever heard whilst electricity zipped through the length of your body.

Kafka was always an enthusiastic eater, and this was no more apparent than when his face was buried between your plush thighs. For once you had indulged his persistent desire for you to sit on his face so he could drink down every dribble of your arousal as he worked you over with gusto.

His tongue circled your clenching hole, the tip slipping inside only to dart out again when the muscles tried desperately to pull him deeper. His nose rubbed back and forth, side to side and in messy circles atop your pert clit until you were throbbing all over, barely holding onto your ability to think straight.

Your thighs tightened around his ears and that’s when you felt it…

The warm wet muscle pushed deep into your cunt, far further than should have been humanly possible. Perhaps… no, surely not.

You glanced down at the dark mess of hair, peering at his eyes screwed tightly shut and wondered again.

Kafka wouldn’t transform his tongue into Kaiju form… would he?

“Kaf?”

He grunted in reply, nosing firmly at your swollen bud and grinding you against his mouth. The scruff of his chin scratched your perineum deliciously, puffs of hot air exhaled from his nose and his tongue writhed inside your walls, massaging every possible pleasure spot simultaneously.

The slippery muscle wriggled and seemed to thicken and pulse. You squeaked; sucking in great lungfuls of air in an effort to steady your breathing. Never had you felt so full from being tongue fucked before. If you didn’t know better you could be forgiven for thinking it was his fingers or his thick cock plugging you up right now, not his tongue!

One hand let go of their perch, sinking your fingers through his midnight hair and fisting the strands until you could feel his hips buck against the bed behind your back. You wanted to turn, to look over your shoulder and see his hand curled around his cock. Pumping the generous length and watching thick pearls of precum leak from his tip and over his knuckles. Except Kakfa had other ideas.

His palms came up to where your knees were perched on either side of his head and yanked them wider apart, rough callouses dragging up the insides of your thighs to where your skin shivered from the hungry touches.

He growled, head rising from the bed to practically suffocate himself in your sweet, sticky cunt.

It was too much stimulation for your poor brain to cope with, the synapses crackling and shorting out entirely when the dam burst on your restraint.

Your head flew back, thighs trembling at the strength of the orgasm racking your body. That curiously long tongue prodded and poked at your engorged front wall with careful precision, forcing you to ride out the high without a moment to catch your breath.

Without thinking you had risen to your knees, taking the weight off Kafka’s face and allowing him to speak for the first time since you had settled yourself over his eager face.

“Sit,” he said with annoyed huff, swatting at your backside lightly.

“Hey! I’m heavy, just giving you a moment to come up for air. Let me just move a little so I can brace myself some more,” you countered, shuffling back towards the headboard to spread your weight and leverage yourself better.

That was when it happened again.

His hands had travelled from your thighs to your backside and up to your hips then waist. They went from roughly calloused fingers and warm broad palms to long clawed fingers and scaly palms.

“I said… sit.”

Kafka was rarely demanding but the authority in his gravel-laced tone forced your eyes to widen and your pussy to flutter and drip. Sharply tipped claws bit into your skin, just the right side of pain, and forced you down onto his face once more.

You squirmed; moaning wantonly at how turned on you were by both his loss of control of the instincts running rampant in his mind and the skilful precision that he could keep the transformation controlled and limited to where he wanted it.

There was no room left for argument as the whole of your weight spread across him. This time his lips smacked wetly at your pretty puckering hole before moving to suckle around your already abused clit.

Your eyes were glued to the kaiju hands holding you in place. He could tear you apart with those dangerous claws but the care in which he demonstrated had your heart pounding all over again.

Yes, a monster dwelled within him, but this was Kafka Hibino. Your Kafka, the man you entrusted with your safety and your heart. You loved him and the otherworldly presence inside.

Carefully you let go of your useless grip of the headboard, running the pads of your fingertips across the rough scales and towards the smooth skin at his wrists. You gently touched the tips of his claws, gasping when they kneaded into your plush skin like a cat making biscuits.

“Fuck, Kafka…” You whined and bucked, hips working into a rhythm with his help so you were riding his face with fervour. “I’m gonna lose it!”

“Do it,” he rasped, sounding drunk and giddy. “Wet my face, baby. Need it. Need it so fuckin’ bad. Then you’re gonna take my cock, right? My good girl is gonna sit right on my dick and ride it like you’re doing to my face. Wanna watch your tits bounce… fuck. I’m too close.”

He was babbling, totally intoxicated by your cunt, but the words only heightened your pleasure and careened you towards the edge of oblivion.

You had never squirted from oral before, not until that very moment. The warm gush took you by surprise, but Kafka was ready. The freakishly long tongue returned to catch as much as possible, lapping at your swollen folds from end to end whilst his strong hands held you steady.

“You’re so good to me. Taste like heaven… could drown in your juices. Fuck, I love you.”

That was the first time Kafka partially transformed in bed… it was not the last!

[marlynnofmany]

Sledding

The architecture in this alien city was strange: undulating concrete all over the place, with some buildings underground and some set on top. Everything was painted in wild colors. It reminded me of a skate park. I was curious about the history behind it all, and whether the local Heatseekers had worked with any other species on it. I hadn’t seen the little lizardy folks build things like this before.

Zhee didn’t know. He also didn’t care, more interested in getting our delivery done before the distant rainclouds arrived. He clicked across the concrete on his many bug legs, hissing at me to keep up and not drop the package.

He probably would have liked to be the one carrying it, but I’d grabbed it first. My hands were more suited to carrying this size box than his mantis pinchers were anyway. I walked faster. Getting caught in the rain didn’t sound like a good time to me either.

Then we rounded a corner and topped a hill to where there was more ambient noise, and hmm: problem. It looked like the previous rainclouds had made for some unexpected flooding. A valley with high sides was filled with rushing, muddy water. Heatseekers stood on either side with their own signs of commerce, debating how to get across.

“Can’t we just go to the bridge?” one asked, sounding like she knew the answer already. Her purple-blue scales clashed with the orange vest she wore.

An older female in a similar vest shook her head. “Too far. The bosses want this fixed an hour ago.” She rapped scaly green knuckles on the hoversled holding tightly-strapped-down machine parts. “Traffic’s going to pick up soon, and the rich and powerful will be complaining.”

A truly ancient male with patchy blue scales peered at the contents of the sled. “Are you kids here to fix the water lock?”

The middle-aged female gave him a look that was part amusement, part exhaustion. “We are. Unfortunately it’s on the other side of the water.” She waved toward the gushing current.

Several other Heatseekers stood on the other side, three in orange vests. One cupped hands to his snout and yelled, “Ride it across!”

The younger female winced, shrinking back from the water far below. The older one sighed.

The old male cackled with the glee of an elder who was about to watch someone else do something he wouldn’t be expected to. “This should be good!” he declared, stepping to the side and waving at a couple newcomers who were just arriving behind us. “Step back, everyone! The mechanics are going to do something dangerous!”

The green female sighed again and rubbed her face, scales clicking along with the sound of water. “Thanks.”

Puzzled, I looked from the sled to the water and back. The slope wasn’t very steep. Were there predators in the water or something? Or was she worried about running out of momentum and getting stranded in the middle? That model of hoversled didn’t have an engine. Oh right, and Heatseekers were coldblooded. That could actually be a problem. But only if she didn’t go fast enough, right? These big halfpipe slopes ought to work just fine for that.

The younger Heatseeker looked terrified. “Please don’t make me,” she whispered.

“I don’t want to either, but it’s got to be done!” the older one snapped. She looked over the gathering crowd. “I don’t suppose there are any volunteers?”

It really didn’t look dangerous to me. Kind of fun, really.

When I turned to look at Zhee, I found him staring at me with his antennae angled into a judgemental expression. He rotated his pinchers and plucked the box from my hands. “This one volunteers,” he announced. “She’ll even enjoy it.”

Now everybody was looking at me, with more than a little hope in their eyes. “It really doesn’t seem that scary,” I admitted.

The young one snorted. “Okay!”

The older one addressed Zhee. “Is your friend right in the head?”

“Hey,” I said.

Zhee spread his mandibles in a creepy Mesmer grin. “As right as her species ever gets. Humans evolved swinging through trees, and they’ve never gotten over it.”

The elder cackled loudly at that, and the middle-aged one shook her head. “All right. Do you know how to steer this model?” That part was aimed at me.

I stepped over for a quick rundown of the controls. It was simple enough; this type even had built-in speed controls that required two hands to override. They couldn’t just give it a kick and hope for the best; someone really did need to ride it to make sure it coasted all the way across the water.

(Which did not have alien turbo-crocodiles or whatever lurking under the surface. They promised.)

There was no more reason to delay after that. The two mechanics held the sled stable while I climbed on and found a position that was mostly comfortable, with my legs wedged under the straps. I put both hands on the controls. Then they let go and gave it a push.

“Woooo!” I cheered, sledding down the hill. The hover mechanism was a good one, not even jolting at the transition between concrete and water. I skimmed across the surface with the smell of muddy alien river water in the air, then all too soon I was scooting up the opposite slope. I remembered to engage the brake before I slid back.

The mechanics on this side rushed down to meet me. “Thank you!”

“My pleasure!” I said, tugging my legs free of the straps. “That was a lot of fun.”

“Fun??” one asked in disbelief, pausing in the middle of removing one of the machine parts.

“Sure!” I said. “I haven’t ridden a slope that good since I went sledding as a kid. And this time I didn’t have to wait in line for a turn!”

The Heatseeker looked quietly horrified. He didn’t say anything, just going back to freeing the bit of machinery and hustling away with it.

“We appreciate the help,” said the one that seemed to be in charge, while others took the parts through a door that I hadn’t noticed until now. “How convenient that you enjoyed it. We should be able to get the water diverted very quickly, now that we have replacement parts.” He frowned at the door as if he could see through it to where various clanks and swear words could be heard over the river. “Honestly, that whole section was supposed to be replaced last year. Anyways! We’re very grateful.”

“Happy to help,” I said. “Say, will you need to take the sled back that way when you’re done with it? I could ride it back again.”

He picked up one of the last pieces and tucked a strap away. With a chuckle, he said, “I don’t think anyone’s going to stop you.”

“Excellent.”

The water level was already going down by the time I took off, but that didn’t make it any less fun.

“Wahoooo!”

I could see Zhee shaking his head from here.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[yuamusuzuran]

The Dragon & the Foreseer who loved him - pt.6

Pairing: Sylus x Zayne/ SnowCrow

Chp word count: 2840

MINORS DNI/ EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!

Chapter tags: Zayne on top, riding, hungry Zayne, smut, explicit sexual content, love-making, premonition of the demise, nicknames, fluff, comfort, angst, trauma-sharing, Zayne POV

Previous chapters: CHP1, CHP2, CHP3, CHP4, CHP5

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ENJOY!

CHAPTER 6 - Why do you call yourself a beast so frequently?

For the first time in many years, Zayne woke up and felt warm.

With his eyes still closed, the Foreseer slowly moved his sore body, making sure to feel every single sensation: a slight tingle on his shoulder, a dull yet familiar pain in his lower back and abdomen, overall tiredness and tenderness of his every muscle… and a pair of large, scaly arms wrapped around him like a comforting shield.

Zayne blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the dim, morning light that shone inside the cathedral. But as his eyes focused, he realized he was lying face to face with his captor… and a beast that made sweet love to him previous night.

Feeling his heart a beat, Zayne moved his arms; both of them nestled comfortably on the dragon’s chest. Sylus was still seemingly asleep, his beautiful features relaxed and dreamy as he let out deep but somewhat fast breaths.

Taking a moment to admire him a little longer, Zayne pressed against the other’s chest again, one of his hands gently gripping onto the crystal in the middle of dragon’s chest while the other one flattened out right above his heart.

His heart was beating so much faster than Zayne’s, even now when the Foreseer could feel the familiar sensations of want and desire stir inside him, threatening to melt away his organs. His body was much warmer than Zayne’s as well, but even though he had an affinity for cold, Sylus’ embrace was more than comfortable for him.

“Good morning…” the dragon suddenly said, his voice raspy and deeper than ever. He smiled, mischievous chuckle escaping his throat with a seductive purr: “And you seem rather interested in my body”

Zayne gasped silently, pulling both of his hands away in order to prop himself on his elbow. Yet, he didn’t move his legs, which were still intertwined with Sylus’, nor did he look away from the dragon’s sleepy form.

“And why are you surprised by my curiosity?” Zayne whispered, his head hovering over dragon’s face as his own amused chuckle escaped him “You made love to me so many times last night, touched every part of me… It would be fair of me to at least examine you to some degree”

Sylus’ eyes widened for a moment only for his lips to spread into an even wider smile, a guttural laughter making his chest shake.

His scaly, clawed hand then rose from beside him; it’s rough outside gently caressing the Foreseer’s face. Zayne leaned into it instinctively, noticing a rather tender gaze the dragon was giving him “Then… you may examine me for however long you want…”

Zayne let out another quiet chuckle, allowing himself to lower his head and do as he pleased, nudging at Sylus’ soft lips before the dragon completely melted into the touch.

This time, the beast allowed his captive to lead, strands of Zayne’s long hair falling over his bare shoulder as the intensity of their kisses increased with every passing moment. The Foreseer could feel his desire grow, the dragon’s hands descending from his head and upper arms to his waist and hips.

“Starved for more, sweetheart?” Sylus whispered into the kisses, prompting Zayne to shut him up instantly before straddling him.

He winced as a tinge of pain shot up his spine, something he knew Sylus would notice… but he wasn’t about to stop in the middle of this. He had tasted the sweetness of this desire, and now he wanted more…

Once on top of him, Zayne looked down at the rather amused dragon, although his prideful expression had certain sweetness to it, his eyes shining in the way Zayne had never seen before.

He leaned forward, one of his hands once again leaning against the dragon’s beating heart while his other hand inspected his backside. Still soft enough…

“Where did you learn that word?...” Zayne asked, his words slowly becoming a needy, desperate whisper.  

He could feel Sylus’ claws digging into the skin of his waist, but the light pain only amplified the sensations that were nearing their peak. His other hand, however, was nothing short of gentle as he raised it up to caress the Foreseer’s lips.

“Which word?” Sylus asked through a purr.

With his impatience getting the better of him, Zayne found his lover’s manhood rather quickly, slowly guiding it towards his most throbbing spot as he slowly lowered his body.

Unlike the first time, their bodies connected instantly, Sylus’ shaft disappearing in the warmth of Zayne’s inner walls.

The Foreseer let out a loud, desperate moan, the sensation so intense and sweet he had completely discarded his own imaginative pride, modesty and morals. The dragon had a complete grip and power over him… and Zayne didn’t want it to end. Any of this… he didn’t want it to end.

The Foreseer arched his back before looking down, Sylus’ eyes glowing with gentle red as he murmured “Sweetheart… where… did you… nghh… where did you learn that?...”

Zayne’s hips started to rock and move on their own, the human chasing a well-known pleasure whilst his hands gripped and dug into the scales and soft skin of Sylus’ chest and stomach. His breaths grew labored and deep, the sweat instantly coating every inch of his body as a familiar and tingly sensation overtook his lower abdomen.

“Do you like it when I call you that?...” the dragon asked, his question barely audible from his own huffs, his perfect lips parting as he panted and as his heart threatened to pierce through his ribcage and Zayne’s open palm laid over it.

The Foreseer nodded, his hips starting to pick up the pace, completely unashamed of his following answer: “Yes… please, Sylus- ahhh!”

Once that needy moan escaped him, the dragon’s body moved swiftly and strongly. The beast had promptly sat up and captured Zayne’s lips once more, their hips starting to move in a perfect rhythm.

Every breath, every moan, every needy yelp was swallowed by Sylus’ lips, Zayne clinging onto him as if his very sanity depended on it. His thoughts, his feelings, everything started to melt away as their bodies continued to move, the Foreseer soon being unable to think or realize anything beyond the ecstasy and sinful paradise he was plunged into.

The climax came quickly and strongly for both of them, Zayne completely unaware of anything else as his body convulsed, tensed up and then relaxed, soon making the space for the merciful yet sweet exhaustion.

His legs were shaking, his breath was shallow, and his entire body had refused to do what it was supposed to, only his hands clinging around the dragon’s shoulders.

He could hear Sylus whisper sweet nothings to him, every word hazy and inaudible between the gentle kisses and licks.

And yet, only one word seemed to break through Zayne’s ecstatic fog, echoing in the very core of his being.

“Sweetheart… My sweet Zayne…”

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Zayne had no idea when he had fallen asleep again, but when his eyes opened, he realized it was already evening.

This time, however, he was laying alone, his robes wrapped around him to provide him a needed comfort.

Zayne took his time to sit up this time around; very aware of an even more intense pain than the one he had felt this morning. But, even though his body remembered, every inch of him was cleaned and wiped down, not even a scratch left on him to remind him of last night and this early morning.

The Foreseer somehow managed to get back on his feet, using only his outer robes to cover himself before leaving the niche of the cathedral he had used for his sleeping spot.

He felt a lump in his throat as he realized he was all alone in that vast space, but the cawing of the crow family above his head did give him a sense of comfort.

As the night breeze caressed the bare skin of his chest and his loose, dark hair, Zayne’s thoughts started to run rampant.

On one hand, he had no regrets for what he had done nor did he want to blame himself for falling into the trap of his own desire, something he was taught to never succumb to.

But… for the first time in his life, or at least in a very long time, Zayne felt alive. Every painful scratch and bite, every movement of his body whilst led by Sylus, he regretted none of it, recalling them in such vivid detail he could feel his heart soar in his chest.

And yet, on the other hand… a dark pit had grown in his stomach. Be it the leftover of his clairvoyant powers or just his gut, he couldn’t shake off this awful feeling.

His bond with Astra was completely severed. He could feel it clearly. He was now Sylus’ possession to use… but not even this loss of autonomy scared Zayne the most.

He had served Astra for centuries, he knew his god well. Too well, some might say.

No one dared to harm or steal what belonged to that god without suffering immerse consequences… and even though Zayne had seemingly escaped his retaliation in a way, there was one other person Astra could turn towards for his vengeance.

Even though he was a powerful beast, a dragon that had also lived for centuries, Astra could still find a way to hurt him.

Zayne clutched onto his robes, a sudden shiver running down his spine.

Sylus…

“You’re awake”

The flap of majestic wings followed the sound of that familiar, gentle voice, Zayne unable to contain a candid smile once the dragon landed before him.

Immediately, Sylus lowered his head and closed the gap between them, planting the sweetest, most tender kiss on the Foreseer’s cheek.

“I didn’t think you’d be this affectionate” Zayne mumbled, looking up at the dragon’s glowing crimson eyes.

Sylus chuckled, the Foreseer convinced the tip of his nose and ears had turned bright shade of red for only a moment.

“Only because you are now bound to me” he admitted, gently removing a stray lock of hair from Zayne’s shoulder “We are caught in this new contract out of convenience… but I’ll at least try to make you feel comfortable, using my limited knowledge from my time in the human world”

Zayne frowned “You lived among humans?” he questioned “Or are you speaking of the time you were held in the dungeon?”

The dragon chuckled, a cheeky grin prominent on his handsome features. He moved swiftly, not giving Zayne any time to react once he used his scaly hand to prop the human onto his forearm and lifting him up.

The Foreseer’s heart dropped at the sudden loss of balance, but Sylus’ other hand was right there to hold him in place, Zayne now being the one looking down at the silver-haired dragon.

“Still very curious about me?” Sylus purred, slowly walking with Zayne in his arms.

“Yes, very” the Foreseer remained direct and resolute, allowing his body to relax in Sylus’ arms.

Their stroll was short, the dragon bringing his captive towards the middle of the cathedral, right where the old altar was positioned. Carefully, Sylus lowered the Foreseer down; making sure his robe covered most of his still very nude body. He then sat next to Zayne, his wing and tail bringing the human closer.

“What do you want to know?”

Zayne was stunned with a question for a moment, but not because of this rather direct query.

It was Sylus’ expression, his usually cheeky smile not reaching his eyes, those crimson orbs suddenly darkening with the emotion Zayne was unable to read.

Taking the initiative, Zayne reached for the dragon’s much larger hand, intertwining their hands whilst he softly demanded: “The nickname you like to use for me when we make love… you couldn’t have learned it from being locked up, correct?”

The dragon hesitated, but nodded eventually, his eyes drifting somewhere far.

“It was a word… I learned from someone I had considered my mother” he murmured, the usually seductive purr in his voice seeming rather strained.

Zayne opened his mouth to ask more questions, but the dragon was quicker with his explanation: “I don’t remember how I ended up in that human family, but apparently, some soldiers found me right here, as an infant. And because I looked so much like a human child, they thought the dragons planned to consume me… at least, that’s what my mother told me”

Zayne’s blood had ran cold, a certain paragraph from “The Book of Dragons” he used to read a lot whilst at home coming to mind: despite their appearance in their adult age, dragon babies came in variety of shapes and sizes, some of them coming out fully as lizards, some half-human, half-lizard, and some… completely human-looking.

“How did you learn… you are actually a dragon?” Zayne asked, already suspecting that the family he was with had no idea what he really was.

Sylus let out a bitter chuckle, now completely avoiding Zayne’s gaze.

“I grew large horns around my tenth birthday…” he admitted “But even that didn’t deter that foolish human family from keeping me with them. Keeping a dangerous beast among clueless sheep…”

The Foreseer’s frown had deepened, his hand squeezing around Sylus’ so much his palms ended up being stung by dragon’s scales and claws.

“Why do you call yourself a beast so frequently?” he demanded, his voice sterner, but Sylus only chuckled louder, as if someone had told him a cruel joke.

“Because I know myself…” he whispered “Dragon’s nature… with all its intelligence and grace is ultimately nothing but that of a vicious beast… and just with one teenage tantrum… I ended up burning it all. My whole life as a human… and the family that had accepted me…”

Zayne gasped at the confession, but not for the reason Sylus might think…

The Foreseer could clearly see small, shiny droplets barely clinging to the dragon’s fair lashes, his unfocused eyes glistening with sadness as he re-lived a memory he had just unraveled.

Zayne couldn’t do anything for him in that moment… except to gently take his chin between his fingers and turn his head.

The dragon’s gaze focused on him instantly, dilated pupils turning into thin slits as Zayne whispered “I know it’s hard… but, the fact that this event eats you up even five hundred years later shows that you’re not beastly at heart. You never were…”

“I killed them, Zayne” Sylus closed his eyes, a crack in his voice making his tone much shakier and more desperate “Because I couldn’t control my power… I killed them…”

“You didn’t know how…” Zayne reassured, very aware that this type of guilt will never leave Sylus’ consciousness, for as long as he lived.

It was traumatic, the Foreseer could only imagine.

Extinguishing lives of the people you considered family, running away from it for years… only to be captured and held in the dungeon like a  trophy and for your own healing blood to serve the people who had condemned you-

Zayne gasped.

Why… do I know this information?

He gulped, trying not to react too obviously, but the dragon’s focused gaze had already caught onto it, and he didn’t need to be told twice.

“Were you able to see my past just now?” he questioned, his tone curious.

Zayne could only nod, not understanding how or why.

“I thought… I’ve lost my ability of foresight…” he mumbled, rubbing his own forehead as the images of Sylus’ past played right before his eyes.

No, this is wrong… I shouldn’t be able to see this-

The dragon chuckled breathily, his features once again becoming soft as he brought their intertwined hands to his chest.

“Maybe your foresight was your power all along, and not something that bastard had given you”

“But-”

Sylus shushed him with a gentle peck on the lips “You’ve seen it… and understood it. And the fact that it was you who had seen it, makes my burden only slightly lighter…”

Zayne had no idea what to say, but the pure adoration the dragon gazed at him with made his whole body tremble with so many emotions he quickly felt overwhelmed.

But… there was one thing he still had to declare.

“Sylus…” he called out, voice determined “Don’t ever call yourself a beast in my presence. Understood?”

The dragon seemed stunned by the request, but Zayne didn’t give him the time to protest as he pulled him even closer with a strong tug.

“If my powers are back… then I’ll be able to be of use to you” he declared, a proud and relieved smile spreading on his face without him noticing “And I’ll be able to protect you…”

Sylus chuckled at the last part of the sentence, but he didn’t protest, his face closing the gap between them only for their noses to rub on one another.

“I will count on it, sweetheart…”

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[hirschkuh-traumvoll]

Breakfast with my love

the plot is: waking up and having g breakfast with alastor

words ≈ 2.9

warnings: slightly suggestive by the end but all in all very fluffy; alastor is a bit ooc

author's note: it was published before on my shadowbanned blog, and i'm SO SORRY @kikihikaru if it was not visible for you that i tagged you 😭😭 it was a great pleasure to write this work and i hope you like it 🥺🥺

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Alastor tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. With the back of his hand he gently brushed down your cheek, his arm slid to the small of your back and in your sleep you clung closer to him. You huddled up, snuggling closer to Alastor under the blanket, as if you wanted to melt in his warmth. He softly chuckled, he liked this time of day, these morning hours, when you pressed yourself so tightly to him, avoiding your waking up. Though you used to complain how much you hated mornings, Alastor wondered if you were honest about it, because, judging by the genuine smile adorning your face when you left your sweet somnolence, all you felt was quiet happiness. Your eyes radiated tenderness, your voice spoke sweet greetings to him, arms weakly embraced his waist. No, since you had moved to Alastor's room, you felt no hatred for awakenings, nor for mornings, nor for hell itself. And Alastor was glad he was the reason making you cherish the hours you once cursed.

But wasn't it too long for sleeping? Alastor glanced at the clock above the fireplace, it was almost breakfast time. Alastor sighted and patted your head, his claws just slightly brushed your scalp, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned sleepy and hid your face in his chest.

“Darling. Darling, wake up.” He whispered in your crown. Though he hadn't been sleeping, his voice sounded husky after keeping silent for the whole night. “Darling.”

“No.” You muttered in his pajamas, and Alastor felt how you clenched the fabric of his shirt in your small fists, clinging even closer.

“Darling, it's breakfast time.” He pronounced a little louder but still softly enough not to break the morning peace. “We’d better go downstairs, dear.”

“No.” You refused again and nestled your leg between his, throwing another leg on his hip. You showed how stubborn you were in your attempt to prolong the cosy morning. Alastor was so warm, his arms on your body were so heavy, and the static noise he made lulled you back to sleep so gently, how could you resist? No, you didn't want to leave bed even though now you could feel not even Alastor's tummy-rumbling but yours as well. So unnoticed by you, you fell asleep again. Alastor understood it as he heard your faint wheeze. What a sleepyhead you were!

You stayed in bed for some time. Alastor enjoyed the landscape of the morning bayou shrouded in haze, he kept you close and listened to your heartbeat. But as he felt another annoying grumble in his stomach he took his eyes away from the woods and looked down at you. You were sleeping so peacefully.

Alastor tucked you tighter in the blanket, put his hands under your waist and knees, and lifted you with the blanket he wrapped you in. He left the room with the sleeping cocoon you turned into.

The first sinner he met was a tall and awkward snake, who nervously waved at him and stuttered, “G-good morning, Mr. Radio Demon Ssssir!” and stayed at the door he had just locked. Alastor glared at him, baring his gums in a grin, worried that the shout of this idiot could wake you up. The sinner pressed his body to the wall, heavy blush on his dark scaly skin, as Alastor passed him by.

“And good morning to you! Ah, ow, she's sleeping, I'm ssssory.” The snake man put his hands on his mouth, finally realising that his exclamations only disturbed and were not wishful. But who it even was..?

Alastor narrowed his eyes at him…

Ahh! The one who ruined his coat! Well, that sinner didn't deserve his attention. But perhaps only…

“Good morning, my friend!” Alastor expressed his scorn in the sharpest grin of his yellow fangs and low whisper. The lights in the room went dimmer, making the red glow of his eyes brighter and more ominous.

The sinner gasped, pressing even closer to the wallpaper behind him and swallowed hard. The scones lit up again and with a smirk Alastor went forward.

You woke up because of a strange rocking feeling, as if you were drifting somewhere in the waves. You lazily opened your eyes, the so familiar corridor with maroon walls and carpeted floor stretched forward, rocking up and down before you.

Immediately you realised that you were being carried in the arms. You were still wrapped in the soft blanket, strong arms tightly held you, and your head propped against the shoulder of the only one who it could be. You looked up at your beloved. Alastor smiled down at you with a mix of pride and tenderness as every time he held you this style. But this was the first time when you were a cocoon wrapped in a duvet, while he was carrying you down the corridor. Well, it was even better than when he just carried you bridal-like. You smiled at him, lay your head on his shoulder and felt how he pressed his cheek to yours just for a few seconds.

“Oh my Satan, good morniiiiing!” You looked in the direction of the cheery voice. Charlie, of course. For your standards Charlie’s energy in the morning was rather frightening, but Vaggie's frown, piercing right to your side, was even more intimidating, as if it was your personal fault that morning was so disturbing. Well, perhaps there indeed was a little bit of your fault — her gaze was concentrated on the hands holding you and it was common knowledge how much Vaggie disliked Alastor. You felt your cheeks blushing, understanding that you were in Alastor's arms in front of the girls and it seemed he wasn't to put you down, moreover he slowed his pace as he reached the couple and stopped in front of them. His smile became more smug.

“Good morning, my dear.” He said to the princess, who brought her palms under her face, cocking her head in adoration, watching you two.

“Oh, you look so good together. I've never thought-!” Charlie interrupted herself, panicking she chose not really suitable words, but immediately continued her short eulogy with the same passion as in the beginning, “Oh, I mean, I-I always believed… but I also always doubted that it was possible for you, Alastor! But look at you now! Both are so lovable and sweet! Tell them, Vaggie!” Charlie shook Vaggie's shoulder, waiting for her response. Charlie's eyes radiated rapture, her shining smile infected you, and you couldn't help breaking into a shy smile, imagining how cute you looked wrapped in the blanket, carried in your beloved's arms.

Alastor seemed not very impressed with the speech, but nevertheless nodded to Charlie, thanking her, not really knowing for what exactly but considering it was expected from him. As much as he loved being with you, holding you, kissing you, talking to you, he loved to share these moments privately.

Vaggie raised one brow and sighted,

“Can't you walk yourself?”

“C'moooon, Vaggie, aren't they adorable?” Charlie threw her head back in frustration. But before you could give a proper answer, Alastor pressed you closer to his body and purred, looking directly at Vaggie,

“Of course she can but why would she need it when there is a gentleman like me nearby? Right?” And he winked at you. Vaggie crossed her arms, looked at you. She never trusted Alastor and always worried about you. And now there were doubts in her look but also something glimmering as hope. And you gave her a smile, a sincere and the one you'd been suppressing all this time. You also let yourself relax in the arms holding your, loosened your embrace around Alastor's neck, let your head fall on his chest. Vaggie's eye widened and she lowered her head, hiding a forming smile. She looked up at you again,

“Alright, lovebirds, we will be downstairs soon. Don't drop her!”

“How funny.” Alastor hissed through his grin and passed the girls by. You chuckled at how Alastor twitched at Vaggie's sudden ‘lovebirds’. You followed with your eyes: Charlie bent to her girlfriend and whispered to her something with blooming cheeks, her angel only nodded at her and, seeming to feel your gaze on her, cast you a look. Then she turned to Charlie, replying to her something, and next second the hotel's corridor filled with the cheerful “Hooray!” of the princess.

Your face lit up with a smile again and returned your look to your beloved. What a handsome man he was! You simply couldn't take your eyes from his face, adoring his profile, lips, hair, eyelashes… everything. The flickering lights fell on his face, giving his ashen skin a warm hue as if he was in the sun, and these lights reflected in his crimson eyes. You could discern thin raspberry lines raying in his irises, as if the red sun was caught in his eyeballs. So many shades of red were in his eyes… His profile was something too perfect to belong to a sinner from hell. He had a high forehead, a pointed up nose with a smooth bridge and thin nostrils, thin and pale lips adorned his face in a self-confident smile, and looking how his chin jutted out you couldn't suppress your desire to leave a quick kiss there. Immediately you were rewarded with a strict sideway glance which looked so funny with a pinkish blush on his cheeks. But a joke forming in your mind had to be forgotten because of a sudden and indeed loud rumbling of your stomach. Alastor cocked his eyebrow at you,

“Was that peck an attempt to have me for breakfast?”

The dissatisfaction of your belly became louder, and you clung closer to your man, cooing against his neck,

“I really want to eat, Alastor…”

“Want to eat me?” He dramatically raised his voice, making a shocked face and then shook his head, “Darling, you can only hope.”

It wasn't your intention to make your statement sounds equivocally, but played up to Alastor anyway,

“No, I'm so hungry, I'll literally devour you!”

“You can try.” He purred, giving you that look which made your cheeks burn brightly.

“No, that's too much for morning.”

You and Alastor turned to the low voice. Husk sent an accusing glimpse at your side and closed the door of the room, before he could make a step out of it. Alastor narrowed his eyes at the door as if attempting to burn a hole in it and right into the cat's back. But there was another grumbling, causing you to roll up more in your cocoon.

“Let's go, Al, or I'll really eat you up.”

“Would you like to have some beignets, dear?” He continued the way.

“Mmm… I adore them, you know.”

“Very well.” He whispered close to your ear, so close you could feel his wet breath on your skin.

On your further way down the corridor you met Angel. He'd just left his room and was heading to the stairs when noticed you. He froze with his arms outstretched and his mouth opened in a yawn, lips immediately curved in a smirk and arms fell on his hips. By the way he cocked his eyebrow and crossed his arms under the fluff of his chest, you knew that you would hear some obscenity now.

“The night was so rough, can't even walk now, babe?”

“Enough.” Alastor stopped.

All he wanted to do is make that morning delightful for you, but why on earth (or hell) did everyone think that this was their business as well? As if their ridiculous commentaries could gladden you, as if their waves and smiles could rejoice you more than his ones. Nonsense! Your happiness was only his, Alastor's, business.

A huge shadow raised from below as if appearing right from the air and enveloped you and Alastor from head to toe until your vision completely dissolved. In cold darkness you still felt Alastor's hands on you and only that let you not to surrender to the increasing panic that pounced at anyone who travelled through the shadows. You gave in to the heat radiating from Alastor's body, closed your eyes, though all you could see was darkness anyway. And when the static noise in your ears died away you opened your eyes and found yourself in the hotel's kitchen. Cold slid from your limbs away.

Niffty, standing at the table and preparing breakfast for the residents, heard the familiar popping of white noise and turned around. Alastor had just put you down in a soft armchair. He conjured two wingback chairs and a round coffee table in a corner of the room especially for you two. It was sweet how he built secluded islands for two of you to bask in intimacy away from prying eyes.

It was pretty hot in the kitchen, so you let the blanket slide from your shoulders, and Alastor left a little kiss on your shoulder, promised, whispering in your ear, that breakfast would be very soon. You watched him coming up to Niffty, greeting her with a simple “Good morning” at which she responded with a wide smile. Perhaps a little demoness was the only person in the hotel he didn't mind meeting now. She was the only one who didn't react to his relationship with you, and it was just what he wanted everybody to learn from her. She took this relationship as self-evident and didn't stress (unlike others) what kind of gaze Alastor gave you, or how you touched his hand, or how he carried you to the kitchen when you were still too sleepy to move your legs or anything else. In her eyes you and Alastor were just what you had to be and there was no need to create a buzz around it.

Less than twenty minutes later Alastor put two plates on the table, and Niffty placed two big mugs. You breathed in the bitter aroma of black coffee, blended with the sweet scent of fresh beignets.The powdered sugar melted on gold buns and you hastened to take one in your hand. Seemed like Alastor used his magic powers to fry the dessert so quickly, but you absolutely liked it, because you felt dying for the second time of hunger.

“Bon appetit!” Niffty wished with a shining eye, and you barely had time to thank her with a mouthful before she slipped off to the dinning room where the hotel crew had already gathered. The hubbub and loud laugh reached your hearing as Niffty opened the door, and you mentally thanked Alastor for always finding a quiet place for you. The door softly closed, muffling the uproar, and Alastor took his place in front of you, crossing his legs. He placed his chin on his hands, feasting his eyes upon you. He swung his foot and it touched your calf as if accidently, but by the playfully smile on his lips you knew he was doing it on purpose. And he only stopped when you ran your foot up his calf.

“Hm. You know, my dear, we will never go through these corridors again.”

“But why?” You chuckled at him. Of course you knew why, but wanted to see how Alastor would explain it. He always looked annoyingly sweet justifying his decisions.

He took a sip from his mug and said,

“Because in the morning, my dear, I want to hear only your voice, and I want to see only your face. And I, if I may go as far, want to have a tete-a-tete with you.” He added, placing the mug on the table and leaning forward, “Can we arrange that? After breakfast, of course.”

“S-sure.” You said with a little cough. You almost choked with coffee you drank under his ogle.

“Marvellous!” He started eating but looked up at you again as you spoke,

“You know I loved this journey so much. It was so good to be in two of my favourite places at once.”

“How's that?”

“Under my blanket and in your arms,” You smiled coquettishly.

“Hmm.” Alastor tapped his chin with his forefinger, as if thinking about something thoroughly. “And I thought there was another place pleasing you.”

“And what is this?” You tilted your head.

Instead of answering he tapped his lap.

“No.” You laughed, feeling the air in the kitchen becoming hotter. Or perhaps it was your cheeks.

“Why not, my dear? We're alone now.” And with a roll of his eyes he added, “Finally.”

You cleared your throat and left the armchair to slowly come up to Alastor and sit on his lap. Immediately his hand found your waist, pressing you closer.

“Don't tell me, you'll feed me.”

“Oh, I will.”

And nothing disturbed you from each other while you were having breakfast, Alastor being leaned back in his armchair, and you leaning against his chest. You insisted on feeding yourself, but a compromise was letting Alastor bring a beignet to your lips so you'd take a bite. Everything was peaceful with Alastor's palm on your waist, with his breath fanning in your hair, with your hands bringing him his mug of coffee, with your back against his beating heart. Indeed it was the morning worth awakening.

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[heart2sea]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ below the waves (read on ao3)

word count: 1.7k

tags: rafayel pov, angst & hurt/comfort, seamonster!raf, raf's lemurian form, graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of killing and death, throwback-ish to his seething flames card, two fools in love

summary: it shouldn't have happened this way. Never like this. It should've been under his control. But now she sees him, scaled and long and like the merciless predator he is, and he spirals.

It shouldn't be embarrassing, not really. It should be pride, a moment of glory and the sweet smell of a homecoming. To no longer be restrained by the slightly-too-tight, always a bit too-warm shape of humanity; how wonderful and sincere, to be embraced once again by the ethereality of the luminescent scales—a gift by birth—and the comfortable weight of his tail.

But not like this. Never like this.

Because as Rafayel sits pitifully within a bathtub, chest heaving, pearls scattered throughout the cold marble floor (a beautiful sight, were not the terrifying circumstances of the familiarity of the new shape asphyxiating him), he refuses to meet her gaze. Her eyes, so wide, so full of concern, glimmering with awe and previously fear, and he can not return it. How delightful the banter they'd shared just a few hours ago, simple and devoid of complicated feelings beyond a very deep, almost hidden to the untrained eye, subtext of sensuality. But now her nightgown is all wet—not in the way he would want to, and her fingers tremble with the effort of not touching him due to foolishly thinking she'll hurt him.

Because she could hurt him and has. But not in the way she thinks she would.

"Are you... are you feeling alright?" She speaks, her voice too soft. He wants to scoff. He knows she is purposely avoiding the elephant in the room, seemingly preoccupied with his well-being and conveniently ignoring the meters long tail just brushing past her thighs. It's a game they both know too well; dancing around the main issue, vaguely referring to it without diving straight into it. Other ways are passè. Too on the nose. Whatever dynamic they had come up with is much more exciting and keeps everyone (including him) guessing, a tension that hurts him deliciously, akin to applying pressure to a sore muscle. He isn't sure if she feels the same way.

He simply nods at her question. His eyes close, trying to think about anything but her drenched, warm presence that was now chattering her teeth due to the open window. She doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know how to react. They are truly a perfect pair.

But then she reaches to the fin sprouting out of his human ear, and stops for a moment as if asking for permission to continue. Her hands envelop the scaly skin, caressing it with a devotion that's most certainly more curiosity than concern, her eyes roaming through his face for any sign of discomfort. The water makes a sloshing sound with her gentle movements, a stark contrast to the petrified form of her lover. Water should be his element, it's true, but it's water that smells like salt and foam and the rotting carcass of Lemuria on the seabed, not the filtered, vanilla scented water of the bathtub.

And yet, it seems his body cannot distinguish the two. He doesn't know what happened. He's no longer in control. The tides have shifted and receded and left him beached and stranded at her feet. Again.

"Do you need to go back to the sea?" She asks and he feels like crying. Does he? He does. But not really. Would she follow him there? What would kill her first? The lack of oxygen? The pressure unbearable to the human body? Perhaps, almost comically, a too-hungry killer whale.

Rafayel finally looks up and drinks her in. She always wears her emotions on her face, and it takes every ounce of willpower to not grab her face between his hands and kiss her senseless; not because he's full to the brim with melancholy and a deep sense of forlorn—which he is, but because for creatures like him, kissing always evolves in devouring.

She thinks she knows how that goes. That his passionate kisses always end up on her neck, her chest, her abdomen and lower. That his insatiable mouth latches onto her core like a man possessed and starved by a demon of lust and hunger until she's squirming, as scalding hot tears leave her blissed-out eyes, overstimulated, then he plants more kisses in a trail upwards until they end lost in her mouth again.

But she definitely does not. Despite the erotic, vivid imagery, that is the fairytale version of what he does not dare to tell her. That despite her complimenting the softness of his lips, there's a dark grey void in his anatomy that is always looming, slowly cornering Rafayel in an attempt to intimidate him into giving in. And sometimes, it almost works. Like now.

"No." Rafayel answers, his voice raw and distorted. He's careful to not gesticulate much so as to not scare her with the glittering sharpness of his teeth. He doesn't know where the full extent of her Evol lies—all he knows is that, somehow, it just saved her life. It stopped her from becoming another human skeleton in the depths of the sea.

It would be easy. Far too easy. And that's what scares him. In his nightmares, he has played the scenario over and over until he simply decides sleep is not important. He would lure her in with the promise of the sunset over the sea, of making love between the waves. Maybe be a bit too rough; nibble her neck and collarbone with enough force to tear apart the flesh just slightly. If she asks, blame it on passion.

Then, when she's weak with the afterglow of her orgasm, look at her hopeful, living eyes one last time and drag her into the depths. Watch her struggle to breathe, claw her throat, her lungs, his arms. And then, as some sort of psychological horror poetry, a callback to the gentleness of his love bites, he would tear her throat apart with ease and munch on it. The water around her would stain itself a crimson red, signaling to all the other predators that this prey already has an owner.

But it's not what he wants. It's what's written under his skin, flowing in his veins, but his heart is carved in the shape of her, forcefully overriding his animalistic instincts. How could he do that to her?

He wants to believe she still has time. That she can still run away and find a much more gentle, unassuming lover. Someone whose caresses are not one sea storm away from ripping her in two; someone whose kisses stay as kisses and not a gaping hunger consuming them.

But as she forces him to stare at her, her eyes full of love and worry and a million emotions about to spill over, he knows it's way too late. For her. For him. Even if she wanted to leave, her heart holds the leash of his soul. He would swim behind her, always at arm's distance, watching as she embraced someone else, silently hoping his instincts take over and rip her paramour apart. But never her. Gods, never her.

And it's like she can sense him spiralling, losing himself in the dark pit of his restless mind when she draws closer to him and traces a delicate finger on his cheekbone.

"I like your scales." She says, a nostalgic throwback to times where, for the first time, he didn't think himself unlovable. Small, vulnerable, half-dead—merely a larva, not quite grown into his tail, his teeth not finding their sharpness just yet. Does she remember? Or is it just the depths of her consciousness gasping for air, begging to see the light of the day like it does every once in a while? He just laughs. A shaky, uneasy laugh that quite frankly does a terrible job hiding his inner turmoil. Rafayel always believed he was a master at wearing masks; with her back in his arms after centuries of longing and waiting, he's not so sure anymore.

"Don't say that." He manages to croak, as if pleading with her to not draw him closer, to please stop ensnaring him any further. Because yes! There's always a looming threat that he could hurt her, kill her even. But gods, she hurts too. And it's addictive. And she would hurt like him, too, if she just remembered.

"Why not?" And oh, she laughs, the corner of her eyes crinkling. He wants to paint that scene in his mind for the rest of eternity. "It's true. Did they call you the most handsome fish in the school?"

And there it is. Her way of trying to lift the fog in his heart. Something she learned from him—humor; but it has to be that particular kind of silly, almost childish humor. She thinks they're his favorite jokes. He knows it's to soften his own edges for her.

And he hates how it just fucking works, because he now has a stupid, goofy smile plastered on his blue-scaled face. She smirks, victoriously, knowing she just lifted him from the void he was being swallowed in, and he has a mind to wipe off that smugness from her face. With a kiss or two. He attempts to cover his mouth as to not show her his teeth, but she grabs his arm with the excuse to inspect for injuries. She finds none, of course. But it's her way of saying I'm here, despite what you think.

She kisses his nose and he wants to melt into a puddle at her feet. The spirits of the sea have shunned him away long ago for surrendering his soul to a human woman. But Lemuria has long crumbled away, and there are no courts to sentence him and hold him accountable—it is now his own burden to bear, if it could be called that, because it is a weight that he enjoys being crushed on. It's a weight that whispers him awake in the mornings and nuzzles him when thunder strikes too loud and appears in the evenings with a box of warm food when she knows he hasn't eaten all day. He couldn't care less.

He clings onto her like a barnacle, embracing her. He wants to say sorry for almost killing you, but he knows she'd just roll her eyes and swat his hand away. It's almost cute how she's just unafraid, perhaps due to being a Hunter. Or maybe she simply does not mind death.

Whatever it is, he won't dwell in it. He gently encircles her with his tail and sighs into her shoulder, his claws mindlessly playing with her scalp. She shivers at the feeling and he knows, much to his dismay, that she's tethered to him in the exact same way he’s to her.

It’s almost ironic how much hope he can find in this hopeless situation.

[ozzgin]

Based on The Lighthouse (2019) movie, because I feel like it would make a nice monster romance. Isolation, vivid dreams of sea creatures, and a tentacle beast hiding in the top room? Come on.

Content: gender neutral reader, same gendered captain (homoerotic tension), monster romance (merfolk and tentacles), dubious consent, absurdism, horror, NSFW

“Y’know, the others…they don’t make it to the six month mark.”

Your captain continues to eat, unbothered by the ominous statement they just made. You fiddle with your cutlery, slowly digesting your present circumstances.

You’ve been shipped to this island as the lighthouse keeper. It’s you, the captain, and the tall, crashing waves. A boat will pick you up and bring you back to land in a few months, if everything goes well.

If everything goes well.

You drag your feet upstairs, to the small, cramped room you share with your higher up. Your hands search underneath the pillow, until they eventually pull out a wooden statue. It’s a monstrous human donning a chiseled fish tail instead of legs; the merfolk. You’d found the trinket on the day you moved in, stuffed in your mattress.

When did your vivid dreams start? Probably around the same time as your discovery. You opened your eyes to a pale, deformed creature thrusting into you. You could hear the wet, sloppy sound of its claspers ruining your hole, the waves breaking against the rocky shore, and its breathy giggle as it observed you. You tried to slap it off you, but your arms were mush, flailing without aim. Your gaze lowered to its long, scaly tail, spasming and curving to the rhythm of your defile.

One morning, you woke up outside, sprawled on the sand with your tongue dried up and your skin scratched all over. Your fingers relaxed, revealing a clump of translucent scales.

“You must’ve sleepwalked”, the captain declared at the time, stroking your hair with one hand and holding their smoking pipe in another. They reminded you of your parent, yet the nostalgic feeling quickly vanished once their bony fingers slid up your thigh.

You sat in their lap, quietly accepting the flaccid explanation. Then, you wondered whether to bring up another dilemma: at night, you can hear them sneaking away, up into the locked room you are forbidden from seeing.

“No one but me has a key to it”, the captain huffed. “It’s where we keep the light. It’s the heart of the lighthouse.”

You followed them once, much too curious to remain in your chamber, silently pacing yourself to their heavy, limp step. Through the cracks of the attic door, you could see enormous tentacles swirling around, engulfing the burning lamp. You ran back to your room, hiding under the blankets and praying for an ounce of clarity. In your slumber, you met the kraken once more. It throbbed and slithered, calling out to you alluringly.

“I dreamt of a beast with many tendrils”, you finally confessed, squirming within the firm hold of the sailor.

“It does have a thing for pretty ones like ya!” the captain joked, releasing a loud, strident laugh.

You place down the statue and flip through the pages of your work journal. Only a few more months to go. Then you’ll be away from the bizarre visions, and the strange yearnings, and the isolation. You’ve touched yourself one too many times to the uncanny silence.

“Dumbass!”

The captain sways in, visibly drunk. They notice your thick, little binding of pages and chuckle.

“The boat was s’pposed to arrive yesterday. You missed it. Matter of fact, it never showed up.”

No. They’re lying again. They always feed you nonsense and fake promises!

Your ears pick up a faint sound coming from outside, millions of suction cups rapping at the old tile of the lighthouse, trampling down to your window.

You’re not stranded here. It can’t be.

[More Monsters]

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Headcanons: 10th Doctor x Autistic!Reader with a Special Interest in Dinosaurs

Anon’s request: “Hi if its no trouble, could you do headcanons for the tenth doctor x an autistic reader whose special interest is dinosaurs? Tysm, I love your work!!”

A/N: Sorry for the horrifically long delay! ^^; If the anon who requested it is still around, I hope you enjoy it.

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: None.

Needless to say, the Doctor’s happy to talk about dinosaurs with you – and potentially show them to you, too!

He likes having something to talk about that you can fully understand and keep up with him on – doubly so that it's something as cool as dinosaurs. He enjoys when you get excited and infodump about them.

Considering how much humans’ understanding of dinosaurs can evolve and change over time, you’ll likely have some beliefs about them that will later turn out to not quite be true, or some gaps in your knowledge in general.

The Doctor is sure to let you know when this is the case, to the point that, soon enough, you know more about them than any specialist back at home!

The TARDIS most likely already has books about dinosaurs in its library – ones from way ahead of your time, at that – so you can read up on them as much as you want.

You room on the TARDIS has some dinosaur figurines and plushies. Althogether, they cover any textile sensory stims you might have - the plushies are soft and nice to squish, while the figures have varying textures, ranging from scaly, to bumpy, to smooth.

As mentioned, he’ll definitely take you to see them in person – he asks you what your favourite dinosaur is, and takes you to see it, specifically, first. He parks the TARDIS in a spot that’s fairly out of the way, but has a good view.

Since there wouldn’t be many options to help yourselves if you got stranded there for any reason, he takes some precautions to ensure that it doesn’t happen. There’s absolutely no way, whatsoever, that anything could go wrong…

…yet, knowing your luck, a bigger adventure likely ends up happening, anyway. While it is more overwhelming to be stuck there, rather than having control over the situation, you otherwise feel safe enough with the Doctor – you know he’ll get you home somehow.

Thankfully, the TARDIS didn’t get eaten by a T-Rex before you both made it back!

Despite whatever struggles you may or may not endure, being able to wander through a world full of dinosaurs ends up being your favourite adventure with the Doctor by far.

[sultrysnail]

My Favorite

Monsterlist Here

Word Count: 1,500+

Themes: merman x gn!reader, no prior relationship, first kiss, sign language, favoritism, swimming, holding breath beneath water, sfw, romance.

Notes: Divider by @/firefly-graphics. Putting on a wet wetsuit sucks. I always think about the way sounds work differently in water, so I thought I'd follow suit with "The Shape of Water" and incorporate sign language into the equation.

Venturing deeper into the aquarium, the false light from the climate controlled tank flittered against the rounded glass and made the water turn a radiant blue. All soft and hard corals and began to glow beneath the blue hue, vibrant displays of neon greens and bright purples eclipsing the backdrop of brown rock to the back of the aquatic display. 

Walking towards the glimmering surface of the pool, you slowly dip your reef-socks against the surface and dampen the bottom hem of your wetsuit. Looking down into the water, you spot the outline of a scaly tail swatting at the sand in a bored flap of petulant displeasure. 

“Where’s my favorite?” you hummed down at the water, lowering your voice in a soft coo as you sat at the water’s edge. Almost immediately the water splashed and revealed the form of your web-handed, scale-covered, aquatic companion wearing a disgruntled pout on his features. Hovering over to the edge beside you, he motioned with several gestures on his hands without moving his lips. 

“You are late,” his hand gestured, his top lip curling back to reveal his jagged and pointed teeth, “Not your favorite.” You smile at him, shaking your head and softly reaching to caress his cheek. He flinches away from your touch and glares up at you through his eyelashes. 

“Oh, come now,” you scold him with a laugh in your tone, “I was maybe ten minutes late, fifteen if I’m pushing it.” He scoffs and gestures to the large analog clock plastered against the wall with his right hand before fluttering his webbed fingers back at you. 

“Twenty-five,” he informed you, his eyes narrowing and glaring at you through his lengthy eyelashes, “Twenty-five minutes. Not your favorite.” You slouch your shoulders and shake your head at him, gently kicking your feet beneath the water. Looking over to the clock, you notice that he was correct: you were a full twenty-five minutes late in meeting with your favorite merman.

“Look, I’m sorry,” you huff out your apology in a soft whisper, “I got caught up with getting the silly wetsuit on. The one I usually wear was borrowed by the other linguistics worker before I started, and you have no idea how hard it is to squeeze these things on when they’re damp.” He swam over to you, shaking his head and glaring at you with rounded eyes. His damp hair clung to his face in patchy strands, prompting him to swat it away from his eyes.

“You want forgiveness?” he asked you with his hands, a condescending glare to depict his attitude was plastered on his face. You nod at him in response, and he scoffs at you immediately thereafter.

“No forgiveness,” he gestured at you, prompting you to lull your head on your shoulders and groan at him. He tapped at your knee to draw back your attention to him and continued to scold you with his hands, “Not your favorite. Have other Aqua here more favorite. No more favorite. I wait long, you here late.” 

“Please,” you ask him, gently clasping your hands over his scale-covered wrists to halt his ranting, “I promise I tried to get here as fast as I could. You know how much I adore you, and you are my favorite.” He pouts and shrugs your hands off his wrists before slotting his torso up between your knees and glaring deeply into your eyes. 

No matter how long you have known this merman, you always forget how much larger he is than you. He is tall, his shoulders muscular and broad, his biceps and forearms lean but holding an otherworldly strength you had never seen meet its equal. His face was topped with slightly raised divots and welts in the shape of glimmering scales to his forehead, jaw and cheekbones that tracked down the outside of his arms, over his spine and ribs and down to his tail. 

You widen your eyes as you slowly take in his appearance closer, his scowl morphing to an expression of confusion and curiosity as his gaze darts all over your face. 

“Why face?” he gestured with his hands before pointing to your eyes, “Eyes big. Have fear? Nervous?” You close your eyes and attempt to stifle your fluster and embarrassment. 

“No, not fear. You’re just-...” you attempt to bite back your desire and hide the flush pooling in your cheeks. Looking back up to meet his eyes, you decide to bare your heart in the name of inter-humanoid relational cooperation and be honest with your aquatic counterpart, “...You’re very handsome, and you’re very close to me right now.” 

He cocks his head to the side before moving in closer to you, his scaled hips slotting between your thighs and drawing the two of you even closer. 

“Handsome?” he gestures, his digits gesturing to himself before waving his dominant, webbed-hand between you both, “Attraction?” You suck your lips into your mouth and slowly nod in a soft, bashful bob. He places his hand on your face, the webbed skin and scaled fingertips feeling foreign on your features. 

“Kiss?” he gestured to you before he smirks at you with a cocky grin. His sharp teeth glinted in the blue light as he bobbed his head in a playful wiggle to taunt you before signing, “Kiss forgiveness?” You huff out a soft laugh at him, shaking your head and giving his shoulders a gentle shove. 

“That would not be very appropriate,” you giggle at him, looking down to where your hands remain on his torso and noticing how his aquatic pectorals seem to dwarf you. Your fluster grows further as he grips your wrists in a soft circle over each side and caresses your skin with a circular gesture. 

He looks down and lowers his head to chase your gaze as you attempt to avoid him with your eyes. Bobbing his head down, he nudges your chin with the crown of his head to move your eyes up. Meeting his gaze once more, he smiles genuinely at you and moves forward to brush his nose against yours playfully before releasing your wrists. 

“Kiss,” he signed with a soft nod, gripping your wrists and manipulating your hands to sign them along with him, “K, I, S, S. Kiss. Want kiss. Kiss forgiveness, kiss means favorite.” You laugh at him before shaking your head and using your own hands to gesture with his in the same way he did with yours.

“You want a kiss in payment of your forgiveness, because you need assurance that you’re still my favorite?” you witness him enthusiastically nod, his tail flickering beneath the water’s surface in gleeful anticipation. You sigh with a soft smile and bite back your inhibitions with a simple confirmation of, “Okay. I’ll kiss you.” He immediately releases your hands from his and places his webbed digits on your thighs to hoist himself up further. 

A small squeak is all you manage to release before his lips capture yours beneath his. His lips feel cooler than yours, his coarse tongue immediately darting out to brush with yours in a deep oscillation. Rolling his chin, he mouths at you and is careful in displaying his raw emotion against your much smaller and more delicate frame. 

His jaggared teeth threaten to puncture your lips as he sucks and licks at you with passion and longing depicted in every motion. Your hands hastily draw themselves up to find purchase against his shoulders, as he forces himself upwards to compress himself as tightly as he could against your chest. His body encumbers and overwhelms yours with his sheer size, his hands darting around your hips and gently lifting your body off the edge of his pool towards him.

You sucked in a sharp breath as he lowers the both of you beneath the water, your lips never breaking as your body adjusts to the compression and swelling of the water covering your head. He breathes into you, his lungs expanding yours and releasing his oxygen to keep you with him longer. He angles his chin to switch positions, spinning you gently beneath the waves as his tail flickers around you in complete joy. 

Pulling away, you look at him as he releases you from his embrace and allows you to become comfortable wading beneath the surface. Your feet slowly peddle to hold you close to his eye-level, your hands gesturing between you and signing to him beneath the water. 

“Am I forgiven for being late?” you ask, holding your breath as you anticipated his response. The deep baritone of his chuckle echoed within the water, his smile painted across his lips offering such a softness as he reached out to caress your cheek.

“I forgive you,” he spoke, his lips moving and propelling a soft expulsion of soft bubbles from his lips, “Need air?” You softly bob your head, expecting him to swim you both back up to the surface. In lieu of flicking his fin and drawing you back up, he swims closer to you and captures your lips with his once again, expanding your lungs with oxygen and smiling against your lips. 

After pulling away, he gazes longingly down at you and asks you sweetly, “Am I still your favorite?” You nod at him with a soft smile on your lips, your hands gesturing to him enthusiastically.

“Yes. You are still my favorite.”

"Good," he responds in kind, pinching your chin in his thumb and webbed fingers, "Because you are mine too."

[bitethedevil]

A House of Hope (Modern!AU Raphael x Tav): Chapter 3

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Fic summary: Tav lives at her mom's place after a tough break-up with her former boyfriend. Rent isn't cheap anywhere, but one day her mom finds her someone online who presents a tempting new living situation that won't break her bank account.

Tav moves into the Haven estate and becomes a part of Raphael's House of Hope project: a project that helps unfortunate souls to get back on their feet. Although, something is not quite right about the house and her fellow tenants. That's not to mention her odd landlord who seems to be hiding something...

AN: There's smuuuut.

WARNING: NSFT Content, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Oral

Tav felt hands move slowly up her legs and then settle on her hips. She was still half asleep.

The hands moved up under her shirt. They were delightfully warm, making her utter a content moan. The fabric of her shirt was pushed upwards, and she felt equally warm lips press against the skin of her stomach. Her breath hitched ever so slightly.

Kisses trailed up to one of her breasts. A hot tongue licked at her nipple, making her shiver and arch her back. The owner of the tongue took the hint and lowered their mouth over her breast, sucking and nibbling at her skin. It felt amazing.

Tav’s eyes only fluttered open when her nipple was released with a wet pop. They quickly fluttered shut again when she suddenly felt lips against hers.

Whoever it was, they smelled better than anything she had ever smelled before.

Almost instinctively, she parted her lips for them, eager to taste them too. Their tongue invaded her mouth. The taste was sugary sweet.

When they broke the kiss, she almost whined at the loss and her eyes finally opened to see who this mystery person was.

It was Raha, the beautiful woman she had briefly met the day before.

Tav’s mind was too hazy now to think it was odd. Raha gave her a toothy grin, flashing her sharp canines. Tav couldn’t pry her eyes away from her sharp teeth.

“I thought you might appreciate a warm welcome,” Raha purred.

“Hmhm…” Tav responded with something between a drunken moan and a hum, still mesmerized by the young woman’s sharp teeth.

Raha spoke again, but this time an entirely different voice came out of her mouth when she spoke.

“Shhh-shh-shh. Just relax, darling,” they said in a voice that sounded exactly like Raphael’s, though the tone was all wrong. “You’re home~”

She looked up at Raha’s face and found that it was no longer a young woman hovering over her. It was a devil with orange, glowing eyes and huge horns. The features were Raphael’s. Tav began to squirm, a sense of panic pushing its way through the haze of her mind.

Raha-Raphael shushed her once again and lowered themself between her legs. The second their tongue found the wetness between her thighs, her panic faded into the background of her mind as pleasure took over instead.

Her eyes fluttered shut once more and her breath grew shallower as they hungrily ate her out. The hungry groans of the devil between her legs mixed with the sound of their tongue exploring her dripping wetness were downright sinful.

Tav felt a strand of hair tickle her now sweaty brow. She absentmindedly moved her hand up to brush it out of the way.

Although…her hand got stuck on something foreign. Something hard and almost bone-like was protruding from her head. She grasped at it, yanked at it and found that it was a part of her.

Her breathing got quicker as the panic started pressing its way to the forefront again.

“No, hey…mm…stop, what—” she mumbled. “What’s happening?”

Tav moved her hand to stop the devil between her legs. She froze when she saw her own hand. Her skin was scaly and red, and her nails were sharp, dark claws. Her mind became crystal clear just like that.

She was suddenly able to take in her surroundings.

The bed she was in, and all of the furniture around her, was red and gold like most of the furniture at Haven but she had never seen this room before.

Her eyes were suddenly caught by the landscape outside. She could see it over the railing of the balcony: a barren, hellish landscape.

She screamed.

Tav woke up in a pool of cold sweat, breathing hard. She quickly noticed that it was a bit too bright outside and picked up her phone.

10:26

Slight panic rose as she realized that she should have been at work over an hour ago. Her alarm should have gone off at least three hours ago so that she had time to figure out how to get into the city. She must have slept through it somehow.

She quickly pulled on her clothes and ran a brush through her hair, before running to the main house.

She knocked on the door and John opened it shortly after.

“Morning, John,” Tav said with a quick, polite smile. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. Is Raphael still here?”

John gave her a nod and opened the door for her.

“Alright, great,” she said hurriedly. “Where?”

John made a gesture for her to follow him. She held in a frustrated groan. She had hoped she could just find him herself instead of following John’s snail pace around the house.

She was led into a room that was brightly lit by the sun. It had big windows that you could see a good part of the garden from. Raphael was calmly painting something in the middle of the room.

“I thought I very specifically said that I did not want to be disturbed,” Raphael said in a tight, but still calm tone, not even moving his eyes from the canvas.

“Maria wished to speak with you,” John said in a quiet, apologetic tone.

That made Raphael turn his head. His eyes lit up when he saw her and the tightness of his features at getting disturbed vanished in a heartbeat. Tav was bouncing on her legs, eager to get a move on.

“Tav, dear. What can I do for you?”

“I’m really sorry about barging in like this, but I really need to know how to get back to the city from out here. I slept through my alarm, and my shift started at 9. I heard there was something about a bus?”

Raphael made a dismissive gesture.

“I’ll drive you,” he said. “It will get you there sooner than the bus. Give me a moment to change my clothes and I will be right with you.”

She let out a small sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much…”

She watched as he wiped his paint-stained fingers on a rag behind him and then unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. She couldn’t pry her eyes off him as he shook it off. She got a good glimpse of his bare back.

Her thoughts involuntarily went back to the dream.

Raphael was handsome, there was no doubt about it, but he was definitely not the usual type she went for. He was too old and took himself too seriously for her tastes. Still, that odd, terrifying dream must have awakened something in her.

She adjusted her gaze when he turned to face her.

“Come,” he said with a smile.

He gently put his hand on her shoulder when he passed her, sending a slight jolt of something through her.

She watched as his long fingers moved over the screen of the GPS, typing in the location. She followed their movements as they started the car and then gripped the steering wheel. The car purred and came to life.

“A kindergarten, hm?”

She snapped back to reality. She suddenly noticed that she had been staring and looked out through the window instead.

“Yeah.”

“Surely there are no children being sent there on a Sunday,” Raphael said.

“No, but I don’t work on Fridays,” she explained. “The mess from the week luckily stays put until Sunday.”

“It seems slightly unsanitary to leave said mess over the weekend, no? Children can be…”

“Disgusting? Yeah. They are.”

Raphael chuckled.

“Good thing is that the staff who with the kids usually cleans up a bit too,” Tav explained. “In the weekends I mostly do the floors, walls, windows…Any kinds of surfaces, really. Those little buggers put their hands and faces on everything…”

“I can only imagine,” he said, his nose crinkling in slight disgust at the thought. “Will you get in trouble for being late?”

“Probably not,” she answered. “I rarely get a visit from my boss and there’s no security cameras to prove that I was there or not.”

“I see.”

The small talk came to a lull. Tav looked out the window as they drove. She could not get that damned dream out of her head. It wasn’t unusual for her to have some odd dreams every now and again, but this one had been so vivid.

“You seem tense, dear,” Raphael noted, pulling her from her thoughts. “I hope that I am not overstepping any boundaries, but is it only about the job?”

She looked at him in the rearview mirror. He looked back with a glint of something in his eyes that didn’t seem like worry, but something else entirely. She brushed it off and looked away.

“Just…some weird dream I had…”

“Ah, I see,” he said. “Those are not uncommon amongst the residents at the estate, I hear. I believe it may have something to do with the sounds the house makes. It does something to the imagination.”

“Yeah,” Tav mumbled. “Must be that.”

The car stopped outside her workplace.

“Here we are,” Raphael announced. “When are you off from work?”

“Around two.”

“I will send a car to retrieve you then,” he said with a smile. “Have fun with your cleaning.”

She gave him a bright sarcastic smile, followed by a genuine one before getting out of the car.

“Thank you for this.”

“You are very welcome,” he purred. “Any time.”

She shut the door, and he drove off. She dug out the keys to the building from her bag and unlocked the door. Just as she swung it open, her eyes met with the disgruntled face of her boss who had come to visit.

Just her luck.

She was exhausted. Not only had her boss been over her like a hawk while she worked, but when she got home her mother came with her things and hovered over her with the same intensity while she unpacked.

She had finally got rid of her and was granted a moment of solitude, when she heard a knock on her door. She made a long, frustrated whine and then opened it.

It was Linda.

“I made too much food,” Linda said. “I gathered that you might not have had the time to fill your fridge yet, so if you want some, you can join me.”

Tav smiled and rubbed her face tiredly with the palm of her hand. She hadn’t had a moment throughout the day to even think about feeding herself. She suspected that the offer might just be an excuse to have some company, but it was a really nice thought regardless.

“I’d love some,” she muttered. “Thank you.”

Linda led her into her apartment. It was surprisingly homely. All of the red and gold furniture had been replaced with Linda’s own, she noticed. The new furniture wasn’t fancy by any means, but it looked comfortable.

“Just sit wherever. I’ll bring you a bowl.”

Tav sat down on the soft, turquoise couch and melted into it immediately.

“Love what you’ve done to the place.”

Linda huffed, thinking she was being sarcastic.

“Oh, no-no, I mean it,” Tav quickly said. “It’s really nice. Homey. I haven’t bothered making my place my own yet. I just kept the furniture it came with.”

“Yes, well,” Linda said and filled a bowl with stew. “When you’ve haven’t had a home for as long as I, you learn to appreciate being able to choose your surroundings. Everything here, I’ve bought with my own hard-earned money.”

She had wondered what Linda’s deal was. Everyone she had met seemed to have something that made them end up at Haven.

“You were homeless?”

��For most of my twenties through my forties,” Linda replied and handed her the bowl. “Here.” She sat down beside her. “Raphael found me and offered me a job and a home. Who could refuse that?”

Tav smiled. The stew smelled great, despite her not really being able to discern what it was. She took a spoonful of it and blew on it before taking a bite.

“Do you like it?”

Tav nodded eagerly and her smile widened.

“Good,” Linda said. “It’s my mom’s recipe. It’s cheap to make too. I can teach you.”

“I’d like that,” Tav replied. “Cheap is good…Especially since I might soon be out of a job…”

Linda dug into the stew herself.

“John told me you were late this morning,” Linda said. “For someone who can barely remember his own name, it’s impressive how gossip sticks to that man’s brain. If all else fails, you can work with the rest of us. God knows I could use help with the cleaning of this place.”

“Yeah I’ll…think about it,” Tav mumbled.

There was a moment of silence. Tav noticed a distant sound of some kind of ruckus coming from the main building, which made her ears perk up a bit.

“What is that?”

“Raha and Raphael,” Linda explained tiredly. “They fight like cat and dog constantly. Give it half an hour though and they will be making up loud enough for the whole estate to hear.”

Another vase flew past Raphael’s head and smashed against the wall. He gritted his teeth and looked at them.

“You give me the same lousy excuses for not going home every single day,” Raha hissed and picked up another vase. “’Soon Haarlep, have patience Haarlep, I don’t like it any more than you do,’” they said, mocking Raphael’s voice. “Which we both know is a lie! You are right where you belong, aren’t you, darling? We are really indulging in that human side of you.”

“Mind your tongue, Haarlep,” Raphael said in a low, dangerous tone. “Lest I cut it out.”

Raha threw another vase in response. This one almost hit him. Their aim was getting better every day.

“Why? Isn’t that what we’re doing? You are not even playing pretend at this point! You are fully like them. Driving cars, doing taxes, checking your phone, using hours on the fucking Face-thing!”

“Facebook,” Raphael corrected tiredly, having tried for months to convince Haarlep to blend in more by using the technology available in this realm.

Another vase flew by his head.

“What are we doing? Did you forget why we’re here? We were supposed to go home ages ago!” Raha hissed at him.

Raphael walked over to them. He was towering over the form of Raha that Haarlep had taken.

The real Raha had been dead for over a year now, strangled in the dead of night when she did not prove as malleable as Raphael had thought her to be, but not before Haarlep had taken her form.

“I do not need to explain myself to you,” Raphael growled at them. “A dog does not need to understand the motives of its master, it simply needs to obey his whims, or it will be deemed useless. Useless pets get put down, my dear.”

“Oh, you are fucking one to talk, dear,” they countered in a mocking tone. “That’s why we are running from daddy, isn’t it? So, he doesn’t steal back your new toy and put you down. And here we are: two useless strays running in circ—”

Raphael’s hand shot out to close around their throat. They narrowed their eyes at him and changed into their usual shape of Raphael’s cambion form. Now they were towering over him with a challenging look in their eyes.

A flash of fire surrounded Raphael as he changed into his cambion form too. He pulled them further into the room, away from the windows. Haarlep got a lot less cocky at that. Raphael turned them around and shoved them hard against a wall, face first.

There was a low growl in his chest with every breath he took. Haarlep knew that he was pissed. He leaned in until they could feel his breath against their ear.

“We are done here, when I say we are,” he growled into their ear. “If you want to return to Avernus, that won’t be a problem, Haarlep. Just say the word, and I will happily send you home,” he said in a mocking, lighter tone. “Who knows? Perhaps the demons of the Abyss might recognize you as kin and spare you when I drop you off at the front lines. Or perhaps they won’t…”

Haarlep huffed in defeat. Raphael let them go.

“You are not to use that form here,” he reminded them. “Do not let me see you in it again unless we are in private. I will not tell you again.”

Haarlep sneered and turned around to face him. They took a couple of deep breaths, gritted their teeth, and tried to control their temper.

“What form would you prefer tonight then, master?”

Raphael gave them a satisfied smirk at their change in tone. He transformed back into his human form. He sat down on a plush chair that was facing the bed.

“The new one,” he said and made a lazy gesture to the bed behind them. “She intrigues me. Let us see her.”

Haarlep crawled onto the bed. Their orange eyes turned light brown, and their sleek dark hair turned into Tav’s thick and unruly mop of brown hair. Once they had transformed, they stripped themself of their clothing and threw it on the floor beside the bed.

Raphael was watching their every move with dark, dilated eyes.

“How was she?” he asked.

“Surprisingly eager, even before she tasted me,” Haarlep purred back in Tav’s voice. “I didn’t get to fuck her, but she tasted delicious.”

Raphael gave a hum as he was feasting on their bare form. Haarlep smiled and teasingly spread their legs a little bit, earning them a low growl from him. He got up from his seat to look down at them. They looked from the very obvious bulge in his pants to his face with a smile.

“Spread them wider,” Raphael commanded.

Haarlep laid back and spread their legs fully for him, giving him a full view of her physique. Raphael looked at them with heavy-lidded eyes. A smile tugged on his lips as his attention was caught by her piercings.

“Quite a naughty girl, isn’t she? Our dear Tav,” he muttered.

His fingers brushed over one of her pierced nipples and slowly traced them down to the piercing she had through her clitoral hood. Haarlep made a show of uttering a breathy moan at his touch.

Raphael lowered his head between their legs. He dipped his tongue into her and slowly licked upwards until he reached her clit. He closed his mouth over it and swirled his tongue around the piercing there for a moment before moving back from her form.

“Mm,” he said in a deep hum of satisfaction. “Change back. Tempting as she is, let’s not risk scaring her away. I have plans for her.”

They had just finished eating. Her and Linda had been chitchatting when she suddenly felt a shiver out of nowhere. He nipples hardened and she felt herself grow wet. She squirmed a bit in her seat and cleared her throat. Linda noticed her odd demeanor.

“Something wrong?”

Tav quickly frowned and shook her head.

“No, no,” she said. “Go on. there was a breeze or…something.”

“It’s the ghosts,” Linda said completely serious. “This place is haunted, I’m telling you. Do you know that when I got here—”

Linda kept speaking but Tav was busy trying to ignore whatever the hell her body was doing. She physically jumped from her seat and gasped when she felt something move between her legs.

“I need to go, I think,” Tav said suddenly in a high-pitched voice and shot up from her seat. “Thank you for the dinner!”

Linda looked at her with a puzzled expression as she hurried out the door.

Tav practically ran to her own apartment, almost dropping her keys in her eagerness to be in private. She unlocked it with some difficulty. She leaned her back against the door when she got inside and took a deep breath. She stood still. The feeling, whatever it had been, seemed like it had passed.

This had been such a weird day.

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Hi hi! It's me again, i love to that i can be here for your beautiful work, now hear me out, what if, we think out of the box and look out of the animals that were familiar with, do you know what i haven't found yet? Mythical and folklore 141, a bunch of tritons falling in love with a surfer? A pack of wendigos that had been hiding until they want to be seen by dear reader? Omg such an abundance of mythical creatures to choose from! I hope it could help a bit, with love and care

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Hello, love! Thank you so, so much for your kind words and the amount of inspiration you gifted me!!! I'm sorry I respond so late, I was actually thinking about your ask a lot. I wanted to collect some recommendations for you, but realized I actually don't know any fics like that? I somehow felt that I did, but either I forgot and will only remember later, or I made it up. BUT I do have one recommendation! It's not folklore, but I think it can count as mythical? It's this monster!au fic by @brineoffire that is inspired by @bluegiragi 's very famous monster!au (which I also absolutely love and recommend, but I feel like everyone already knows it lol). I also know that @forestshadow-wolf has some yummy kelpie!Soap, which duh, of course kelpie and selkie Soap fics are the finest.

However, this made me realize that I want to make a masterlist of recommendatons! So thank you for pushing me in that direction :3 Also - and that's for everyone - feel free to send recommendations of your own! I'll be happy to read and share! Self-recs are also very very needed!

Coming back to your ask directly, I actually skimmed through it at first and thought you meant tritons as amphibians and was like "hmm why not axolotls?" and then realized you're talking about mermen xD Which are always on top of my list of mythical creatures because I (in case anyone didn't notice yet) LOVE sea. And everything it holds as well. And also mermaid-adjacent oviposition.

By the way, a long time ago I saw this painting (TW!blood and gore, so not putting it here directly) by Sergei Kolesov of a whale-sized mermaid and it has been on my mind ever since, even moreso after I saw the Drowned Giant episode of Love, Death & Robots. What if they actually were of a monstrous size? If a normal, human-sized tritons/mermen with a surfer feel like a fresh, light, summery and full of laughter and sun romance, these abyssal creatures and a whale researcher (stranded in the midst of an expedition, perhaps?) would make for a hauntingly beautiful, thalassophobic story. A tiny human coming to terms with their insignificance in the face of the eternal, bottomless ocean and at the same time learning what's it like, to be loved by the abyss itself - to be cradled in hands as big as their little boat, to look in the huge eyes of a horrifyingly powerful creature and see mirrored reverence. To soothe scars left by something you'd rather not know existed, if it can harm these giants. Size difference who?

Surfer!reader and tritons/mermen of smaller size would be so fun tho. So much space for mischief and playfulness, strong tails flipping the board over, sunscreen smell mingling with salty seaweed. Drifting while you wait for a wave and feeling something brush against your hand submerged in the water - only to get grabbed by your legs next, because someone just can't leave you alone. Getting shells brought to you seemingly by the sea surf if you don't surf on a lazy waves day and stay on the beach, making sand castles. Being the wind to their waves, kissing the sunburns away from their noses, not used to being out of water so much. Making love on the beach and SUFFERING from sand everywhere. Laying on the board on your stomach and kissing the most beautiful creatures surrounding you like curious dolphins or sea otters, heads sticking out of water, scaly fingers in your hair, webbed ears fluttering adorably.

I would actually love to write a selkie story, since they are one of my most favourite sea mythical creatures and I've written multiple fairy tales about them (including a biopunk take, which I am still proud of), but I am SO sure I've seen someone metion that someone's already writing it... I'll put it in my recommendations list 100% when/if I find it. Also plugging this precious thing by @the-shotce-newsletter since I look at the chonky seal Soap almost every day for happiness boost.

(CW! dark themes including cannibalism and such in this paragraph)

I am a little hesitant to touch on the wendigos yet, since I am not sure I have enough cultural knowledge on them and I do not want to add to the harm done by popculture depictions of them, but I am a sucker for intertwining love, lust and cannibalism. Isn't one type of love exactly that - a desire to merge into one whole with your loved one, unable to be separated on atomic level? To consume, devour and celebrate the strength they gave you? Or - to give up yourself completely, to be devoured, to become that strength by burning in an insatiable stomach? What is oral sex if not cannibalism of sorts? The erotisism of letting someone to touch your heart not metaphorically, but quite literally... and the long, drawn-out way leading up to it, coming to terms with the initial horror until it blossoms into sincere desire? That is something to think about.

There's definitely a lot more to dig up in folklore. For example, the legend of Herne the Hunter? The antlers-wearing ghost keeper of Winsdor Forest, that is often linked to Celtic Cernunnos in modern re-tellings? Is reader seeking spiritual liberation in neopaganism, catching attention of the forest spirit in its hunting grounds? Or are they just enjoying the nature, not knowing yet that they're kept safe by a power as old as the oldest trees in this forest? Or! Maybe they're in a world similar to the Robin of Sherwood series (I fucking LOVE that series and I WILL cry every time I hear Clannad's theme song play)? An archer blessed by the Hunter (why not make it four Hunters? there aren't just deers roaming the forests, after all! but if I had to choose one, I'd say it's very Price coded) to fight for what's right?

Or maybe they're trolls? Cave-dwelling brutes, enchanted by your beauty so much that they take the first opportunity to steal your child, replacing it with a changeling, just to have at least some part of you close to them? What will they do though, when they find out that there's so much kindness in you that you're ready to raise the changeling, protecting the innocent troll child from the wrath of your husband that blames you for your newborn's kidnapping? Of course they have to make everything right. And also - take you away from the man that dared to be cruel to you. You'll find out that being a troll princess is much better than it seems.

Somehow I couldn't remember any suitable slavic entity that wouldn't have some already well-used counterpart (like vampires, water or forest spirits - somehow every single other one I recall is a female entity, wow, that's interesting). But I'll think on it. I like the general image of paradise birds with human faces, like Sirin, Alkonost or Gamayun (which are all female. also, I encourage everyone to check out this short animated film about Sirin, I saw it on a short animated film festival and absolutely fell in love, it's a beautiful work of art. english subtitles available!!!). So maybe the boys are of same species? Powerful, prophetic human-birds, capable both of luring anyone and bringing destruction with their voices. And you, coming to learn your destiny from them, or - offering yourself in exchange for salvation of your village. They won't take your life, but they will make you theirs. Every bird needs someone to sing to.

I do like presonifications of winds, too - not from any particular mythilogy, but just in general. After all, it's wind and sun we're caressed by the most in life, isn't it? And there are four of them, so you'll never be lonely, whatever direction breeze blows today. Living somewhere on a hill, where there's always wind rustling in your curtains, playing with your hair and drawing gentle swirls in the dust under your feet. Cool, breezy kisses on your cheeks - or pranks, when they bring a singular pocket-sized cloud to hold over your head and rain specifically on you? Do you dare to learn just how loyal the winds can be?

I think I went a little too serious, solemn and dramatic route with this. Maybe I should look into some little shits that just cause harmless chaos. But I will definitely put pins on every single idea I wrote out here - and everyone is welcome to tell me, which one you find the most interesting, what would you like to read the most; maybe you wanna expand on some of them? Or you have some completely other view on some of them? Everything's welcome! I loved thinking about it. Thank you so much for asking <3

I will also think about other COD characters in such AUs. Heh. My brain looks like a Chritmas tree right now, so many pretty lights glowing. Many tasty thoughts.

A bit of a later addition, but I suddenly remembered the Sandman (Sandmann) legend/stories/interpretation, and I am actually incredibly fascinated with him (I'm a little bit of a Hoffmann fan and I'm not talking about the Saw character for once, even though that's my babygirl too). I love the complicated relationship of humanity with sleep, dreams, nightmares and death he embodies. And honestly the eye imagery always gets me even though I don't think I mastered using it myself. Anyway, I think task force 141 as four different sides of this entity (sweet, calm sleep with nice dreams; insomnia and nightmares; heavy, restless, hot sleep like with fever/just too intense but not bad (potentially sexy) dreams; and finally, the eternal sleep, death) would be an interesting concept, but obviously it would be more fair to seek one of the German/German-speaking at least characters to take on this role. Can't really see König in this, though. But Krueger and Golem don't really strike me as Sandmann material either... and I don't remember any other German speaking guys...

We also have Orla "Banshee" Murphy in game already (one of my hardcore crushes btw, she's so my type), so, like. There's your banshee hahaha. I actually would like to try writing a banshee in special forces... or maybe IRA... they'd make a powerful enemy I think. With her destructive tendencies (I told you she's my type) that would suit her so well.

Also on the topic of my operator crushes (help, I'm really trying to stay on topic here) I am literally obsessed with Raptor (Natalya Orlova). I don't know what folclore entity she could be (well, could always make her Baba Yaga, but I'm afraid I see our little Yaga as too harmless of an entity, all those films I watched in childhood made her too lovable to me), but she would be fucking terrifying. She's from Kamchatka, and I am unfortunately not too well-versed in the mythology there, but my quick research told me that in that region people have a six-legged white bear demon Kochatko - considering that her bio states she single-handedly killed a white bear proving her hunter father wrong, that would honestly be a great ballad of a hero slaying the monster to take its place. Like Schwartz's "Dragon" play, but this time we spin it as a good thing, empowerment and reclaming of identity and shit. I'm already so far in this yapping aren't I.

There are so many other operators from so many regions I am not even remotely familiar with in terms of culture and folklore... so many opportunities... mm...