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Happy Orctober!

Sitting at the hospital with dad, he had a heart attack 😥 (waiting on treatment plan), and this picture is all I have access to right now. But trying to post 'something' to keep my mind busy.

I hope to have more to post if I get home early enough. 😩

Yes! I agree Belle.

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Are you a monster lover?

Reblogging to update,

It is my plan to have to have this story posted by 8pm EST tomorrow, Friday June 14th.

If I'll stop my OCD about trying to make it perfect, the writing would go much faster lol.

[Leo, step back in my mind and allow essy-Mikey drive for a bit...please!]

It's a delicate thing putting a character I've literally dreamed of in the world for others to critique.

Ah, nerves.

Anyhow, wish me luck as I try to polish it up and get it done.

But, 1st pool, exercise, & sun, then writing! Mental health priorities!

Oh...and strangely enough my boss and co-workers ate interested in reading my books once I'm done...so random...so weird....but also encouraging.

Are you a monster lover?

It's 8pm - I'm still writing 😒😂🤣😘

Those who know me, know I'll pick at the story until I'm happy. I'm on page 6 and still writing.

My blue skinned, muzzled "monster" is enjoying his game too much for us to quit now.

The story will hopefully be posted tonight (god, I hope this is less than 10 pages) but as of 8pm I can't post it until his fun is done.

Stay tuned and thanks for your understanding. 😊✌️💕

Until then, here's a snippet...

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The author is detailing the baritone sound of his huffs of exertion, the heated moisture coating his muscles, and how the heroine is enjoying the bouncing rhythmic friction of the chaotic ride just a little too much.

You subconsciously swallow and rub your stacked legs together out of need.  You feel a slight ache in your nether region followed by the tell-tale sign of slick starting to gather at your entrance.  You shift your position, and the bedsprings protest with a squeak and a hiss.

You flip the page in your book, and you are halfway through the first sentence at the top of the page when the thought finally registers in your tired mind, did the bed just hiss?

You lower your paperback book to scan the bed and the dimly lit room.  The fossil-age lamp beside your bed and the sliver of yellow bathroom light illuminates the area around the bed decently enough but they do little to chase away the deep shadows in the far corners of the room. 

Oh, how you hate the dark.  Ever since you were a child, you always felt like the darkness itself was watching.  Watching and waiting. 

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@thelaundrybitch @leoandraphssoulmate

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Bring me a dream...

You stand brushing your teeth in an outdated bathroom. 

The light over the vanity appears to be from the sixties and considering the way the bulb flashes and surges every few seconds with a zz-ut-zhut sound, it may be that old as well.

The light it gives off is yellow and dull; however, you aren’t very sure you’d like a bright view of that bathroom anyway.  The tub, sink, and toilet have more rings than the Olympics logo and the faucets are pockmarked with rust.

The tiny mosaic flooring tiles are missing in random spots and the bold floral designed wallpaper, which you are sure at one time contained bright yellows, oranges and greens, is now a faded façade that is barely clinging to the walls.

You roll your eyes and spit the last of the toothpaste foam from your mouth, “Not exactly the Hilton, but a bed is a bed.”

With a sigh you exit the small washroom, opting to leave on the flickering yellow light and close the door just enough to for it to act as a nightlight.  You are single, traveling alone, and unfamiliar dark rooms are intimidating. The sliver of light from the bathroom brings you some small amount of comfort, no matter the poor quality.

You walk stiffly through the small motel room.  After two straight days of driving, with little rest, your body feels like stone.  In your overly caffeinated, yet insanely exhausted, state you are trying to remember exactly why you thought driving from Georgia to your job interview in Oregon would be a good idea.

Ah, yes, Skinwalker Ranch. 

You started watching the spooky series on the History channel months ago and have become obsessed with the thought of other-worldly portals that connect our world to places unknown.  In a misguided a-ha moment you decided to drive, instead of fly, so that you could pass through Gusher, Utah just to be close to the supposed interdimensional portals. 

You know getting on the actual ranch will be a no-go, but you want to be in the town, as close as possible to the actual ranch, just to see if anyone has tales of their own to share of extraordinary happenings in the area.

So, that is how you ended up in this rundown motel pretty much in the middle of nowhere. 

With a sigh, you pull back the old comforter on the bed, noting the dingy sheets with a shutter.  You hesitate for just a moment, contemplating if you should put leggings under your oversized tee shirt, but your tired body encourages you to tough it out.  Reluctantly, you crawl into the bed. 

Since your last coffee was only an hour ago, a desperate attempt to make it to Gusher before your heavy eyelids forced you to stop, you are a little too wired to just drift off to sleep.  So, you pull out the latest creature-feature romance novel that you’ve been reading and turn to your ear-marked page.  You will read until the caffeine-kick wears off.

The small room is quiet except for the faint zz-ut-zhut from the blinking bathroom light. 

In fact, the whole motel is as quiet as a graveyard.  You doubt any of the other rooms have occupants in them.  The parking lot was empty, and the front desk clerk seemed genuinely surprised to be checking someone into the establishment.

You twist to your left side, trying to get the aged lamp beside your bed to illuminate your book’s page.  You need to see the details clearly; the story is just getting spicy. 

The story’s heroine has been fighting a growing attraction to her Centaur field-guide, whom she hired to lead her through a dangerous forest.  A recent Trogg attack has the suppressed protagonist clinging to the Centaur’s broad equine back as he races her to safety.  The author is detailing the baritone sound of his huffs of exertion, the heated moisture coating his muscles, and how the heroine is enjoying the bouncing rhythmic friction of the chaotic ride just a little too much.

You subconsciously swallow and rub your stacked legs together out of need.  You feel a slight ache in your nether region followed by the tell-tale sign of slick starting to gather at your entrance.  You shift your position, and the bedsprings protest with a squeak and a hiss.

You flip the page in your book, and you are halfway through the first sentence at the top of the page when the thought finally registers in your tired mind, did the bed just hiss?

You lower your paperback book to scan the bed and the dimly lit room.  The fossil-age lamp beside your bed and the sliver of yellow bathroom light illuminates the area around the bed decently enough but they do little to chase away the deep shadows in the far corners of the room. 

Oh, how you hate the dark.  Ever since you were a child, you always felt like the darkness itself was watching.  Watching and waiting. 

The longer you look at the shadows of the room, the more your skin wants to crawl with goosebumps.  You know it’s silly and that it is probably just your anxiety of being alone in an unknown space, but that same feeling of being watched surfaces in the back of your mind.

However, after a moment of observation, nothing seems amiss.  With a shiver and a shake, you turn your attention back to your book.

By the middle of the page, the heroine is reaching her peak bouncing up and down on the Centaur’s back.  You are fully invested in her ride, fantasizing about riding astride the strong creature yourself.  As your mind wanders, your body reacts to the imagery.  Your nipples harden under your nightshirt and your internal temperature peaks causing you to sweat.  You throw off your covers and start to fan yourself with your book, when you hear a muted in-take of breath, like a soft gasp.

In shock and fear, you bolt into a sitting position, “Who’s there?”, you call out in panic.

Your eyes and ears strain for clues.  The only movement and sound coming from the flickering bathroom light. 

Seconds tick by, counted off by the zz-ut-zhut of the old light bulb. 

The stillness growing into an uneasy stalemate.

You shift nervously on the bed.  Preparing, waiting.  Yet, nothing happens. 

Slowly, your racing heart begins to ease.  The muscles around your eyes begin to relax as your body adjusts to burning through the last of your caffeine-high just now. 

As your eyelids grow a bit heavy, a yawn surfaces.  Your face contorts in the yawn, your eyelids shielding most of your vision.  That’s when you see it, a flash of light deep in one of the room’s shadows. 

No, that isn’t right.  It wasn’t a light, there were two.  You saw two flashes of light, almost like the blink of dual fireflies, in the corner across from you.

You quickly stifle the yawn, blinking back the reflexive tears from your eyes, and stare hard at the space.  Only, the lights don’t reappear. 

Was it your imagination?  Is your fatigued brain experiencing hallucinations? 

You focus hard on the corner, and you see something…at least, you think you do.

Is that…a shadow? 

For a moment it’s there and then, with the next blink of your eyes, it’s gone again.  Was something there?

You strain to see.  Your eyes sting with dryness and feel gritty, even as tears from your yawn leak from the corners.  You squeeze your eyes shut repeatedly, trying to lubricate them.  Surely, you’ll be able to blink away the fog that seems to be forming on your pupils, obscuring your vision.  However, no matter how many times you try, your eyes refuse to focus.  You use the heel of your free hand to rub one orbital, in a pitiful attempt to literally wipe away the opaque quality of your vision.

Deep in the corner, the shadow flickers into existence and two glowing orbs reappear.  The orbs aren’t the luminous bottoms of bugs, they are two glowing eyes staring straight at you.

For just a moment, shorter than a gasp, your heart stops.  Pausing in stillness, preparing for the surge. 

Then, with the quickness of a lightning strike, the adrenaline jolts through your system.  Your heartrate spiking, sending blood to your muscles, preparing you for fight and flight.

You instinctually shriek and fling the book in your hand at the tall form in the darkness while simultaneously rolling off the far side of the bed with a resounding thud.

“Tsk, tsk, is that any way to treat a coveted possession?”

The voice that you hear from your hiding spot beside the bed is masculine.  It has an elegant cadence with an accent you can’t place.  It sounds otherworldly, almost ethereal, and yet hollow, like it’s muffled.  The sound of a male voice inside the room with you triggers the third fear response, freeze. 

You are utterly frozen in place on the grimy carpet, your mind racing.  Who is it?  How did he get in?  What does he want?  The sound of soft footsteps interrupts the chaos storming through your mind.  The footfalls are coming closer. 

Over the lip of the mattress, you see a dark hooded figure leisurely making his way around the bed.  You just stare with wide eyes as he comes to a stop at the foot of the bed, stares down at you, and tilts his head to the side inquisitively. 

Is it panic or shock that has your back glued to the floor, your body unable to move, or is it awe?  

The man, no – that isn’t right, it can’t be right. 

The being standing over you has swirling, glowing eyes.  You watch as the color of those luminous orbs shift and twirl in tones of blue, white, violet, and gold.  They are oddly mesmerizing and unnerving at the same time.  Just as your mind starts to get those in their depths, he breaks eye contact, and you watch those shimmering rings of light trace a line down your body, lingering with interest on the peaks of your nightshirt and the exposed swatch of your lacy underwear.

After a long pause at your lacy covered apex, those shining eyes blaze white and lift to make eye contact with you, “My lady, I do believe you are in need of my assistance”.  His eloquent, ethereal voice placing emphasis on the word ‘need’. 

The bedside lamp casts enough light to reveal his face beneath the hood. His eyes aren’t just floating orbs, they are pupils set in a pair of elongated eyes, framed high and tight by steep cheek bones.  His skin, a deep velvety blue with sparkling specks that catch and reflect the light, resembling a starry night sky.  You can only see a small portion of skin around his eyes, and you understand why his voice sounds muffled, he’s wearing a mask over the lower half of his face.

You hear screaming.  It takes you a moment to realize the sound is coming from yourself.  Your voice sounds so far away, like you are having an out-of-body type of experience.

The creature…being…man, whatever he is, raises his finger to his masked mouth and issues a command, “Shhhhhhhh”.  

A glimmering tendril of some type of floating substance, ribbons out from his hand, wafting over you, and stealing your panic.  Like a drug, your body starts to feel heavy and your voice stalls in your throat.

“Allow me to help you”, his foreign accent drawls out from behind his mask.  The shapes of his swirling eyes pinching thin, in what could be a cheeky grin, as he reaches down and takes your delicate hand in his indigo colored one, pulling you to your feet, your body just obeying.

Standing toe to toe it is apparent that this being is tall, at least 6’4” because your petite frame is only reaching the top of his chest. 

You are staring up into those hypnotic eyes when you feel him grip your chin.  His fingers are tipped with dark claws, and he is careful not to stab them into the tender flesh of your face.

“Are you hurt?”, he questions behind his barrier, “Maybe I should check, eh?”

His long eyes turning cheshire-shaped from another impish grin.  You are feeling too dazed to protest when his free hand glides over your shoulders, down one of your sides, and pauses on your hip, gripping into the amp flesh.

“Who-what are you”, your words come out slow and groggy.

“Hmmmm, I am called many things by your kind, faerie, demon, Sonnaya Tuchka, Ole Lukøje, Pesochnyy chelovek, we call ourselves Zeez; however, my favorite is your tongue, what you called me when you were youngling.”

The creature pauses staring at you; your transfixed dreamy stare telling him that you were not processing his words as quickly as he is speaking.  He watches patiently as the information clicks into place in your mind, your eyes widening ever so slightly with the realization that you two have met before.

“You, my desert flower, called me The Sandman.  But, if you wish, you may call me by given name Der.”

Der’s face loses its brash flirtatiousness and takes on a more somber look, his eyes phasing more blue, as he releases your chin to run his outside of forefinger down the side of your cheek.  The action doesn’t feel intrusive or offensive, it feels more familiar…sad.

Your gaze swipes lazily across his face as your mind tries to fight through the haze clouding it.  You take in the colors and reflecting light of his skin, those enthralling eyes, and then your sight slides down to his covering.

“Why do you wear a mask?”

You watch the tall being’s shoulders shake with a huffing laugh, “Always the curious one.  You asked me the same thing when you were much smaller.” 

He lifted a claw tapping the hard mask, the sound telling you it is made of some type of hardened leather or shell of some kind, “This is the burden of my kind, if we wish to remain culturally acceptable and welcomed in our world.”

Your forehead draws together in confusion. 

Der’s eyes twinkle with mischief as he continues, “My kind’s verbalizations can be very persuasive without a filter to cushion its affects.  The other species of my world grew tired of losing partners to my kind’s talented tongues.”, he finishes with a wink.

Ah, his words are as beguiling and seductive as his eyes and the mask acts as his muzzle.  Interesting.

Maybe it’s the fact that you were nose deep in a creature-feature smut book just prior to his arrival, or the fact that you haven’t been laid in longer than you’d like to admit, but your mind betrays you.  An intrusive thought pops up out of nowhere, and your inner voice wonders just how tantalizing a sexual experience with this Zeez would be.

You feel Der’s glowing eyes on your face and, almost as if he reads your mind, the swirling vortexes of his pupils surge from a golden hue to bright white.  You watch the glowing whirlpools circle into ever deeper depths, pulling you under with their currents.

One moment you are standing in a dingey motel room with this otherworldly creature, the next you are sinking in a sea of sand.  The particles rush up your body as you sink further into the abyss.  Your nightshirt is lifted from your body and pulled away by the grit’s undertow. 

Down you slide through the bottleneck of the sandy spiral, landing carefully on a bed of dark mist.  The hooded Zeez astride above you, smiling like a cat who ate the canary, behind his thick face mask, at the sight of your topless form on display for him.

“I have waited a long time for you to ask this of me”, Der purrs in his ethereal accent.  His indigo hand reaches up and detaches the muzzle from his lower face, revealing the remainder of his deep velvet skin and a wide fanged smile framed by a delectable set of dark blue lips.

Feeling self-conscience and exposed under his blazing glare, and his smile that is barely hiding some vicious looking teeth, your arms crisscross over your breasts in a protective manner.

“I-I thought you couldn’t remove the muzzle.”

Der opens his mouth, and a tongue of sand licks the tip of one fang, "Ah, but we are not in my world, my little desert flower, we are in your inner world.  Welcome to your dreamland.”

Without his face mask filtering his essence, the full force of the Zeez’s influence slides over you making you feel heady and drunk with euphoria.  The effect steals the air right out of your lungs, causing beads of sweat to pebble across your skin, your muscles to twitch for release, and your back to arch from the cool dark mist.  With just two short sentences, his words alone have you teetering on the precipice of an orgasm. 

An unguarded moan slips past your lips causing him to chuckle.  The sound of his chuckle, much like that of sand flowing through a wooden cylinder ‘rain-stick’, is its own form of a soothing aphrodisiac.

He leans close and whispers into your ear, as your eyes flutter in ecstasy, “Hold on, my flower, I’ve waited too long for this opportunity to pluck you.”

The inner walls of your pussy twitch in rhythm to his vocal cadence.  To keep from crying out you bite hard into your bottom lip, breaking and bruising the delicate skin.

“Tsk, tsk, is that any way to treat a coveted possession?”, he growls at you in his thick accent. 

You squirm as the slick between your legs becomes so abundant that it is pushing forward, up around your clit, “You-you, sa-said that about my-my book”, you stutter as your mind’s focus splits between talking and the throbbing of the delicate nub in your apex.

Der literally purrs.  His body vibrating above yours, tickling your exposed skin, he’s so close to your ear you can feel his lips brushing the shell with each word, “I was never talking about the book, Love.”

His purring, his lips caressing your ear, along with his declaration pushes you over the edge.  Your inner walls clinch in release.  Your hands forget their mission to guard your modesty and reach out fisting his hood cowl as your body shivers in release.

Der sighs in slight disappointment.  “Next time I will need to keep the mask on until we are further along, you are delightfully sensitive.”, he chides with a salacious grin.

Your release subsides and he slides your hands from his cowl.  As you lay cool in the swirl black mist of your own dreamland, the Zeez releases the clips of his hood cloak, shedding the heavy covering and exposing a torso that you were not expecting. 

Instead of a swath of blue, speckled skin, you are shocked to see short sleek indigo fur coating his neck, the backs of his muscled arms, across his stout shoulders, and down his strong back.  The inner portions of his torso, his chiseled chest, and washboard stomach, sport that starry skin that matches his face.  A face that, now you can see, has a pair of long pointed ears on each side of its head.

Farther behind him a new astonishment swishes through the air, catching you off guard and causing you to jerk in surprise.  A long thin tail with a furry tuft at the end whips back and forth in anticipation.

You are in a state of shock and awe, staring mesmerized at the unique being above you.

“What are you?”, is what slips out of your mouth without going through your internal filter.

That same raspy chuckle of his, slides over your skin like a caress, “I am a Zeez.”

Seeing the lack of recognition, or satisfaction, on your face from his answer, he pauses a moment to rethink his approach.

“I guess your kind would most closely associate my species with your mythical Sphinxes or Manicores. We are timeless creatures with no natural end.  We originate from a cold dark desert in my world”, you watch his eyes dim a deeper hue of blue than you have noticed previously, “but that area is no longer ours.  We now live among tribes and clans of many.”

His long tail gives a sharp whip, creating a snapping sound and breaking his reverie.  Der’s eyes shift back into their golden, white tones as he stares down at you.  His fanged grin grows wide, and his purr returns tenfold.

Suddenly, you feel like a cornered mouse.  Plump and ripe for the devouring.

“You smell delicious”, he rasps out above his vibrations.

TO BE CONTINUED if you want(because it is time for me to catch some Zeez 😘)….

@thelaundrybitch @leoandraphssoulmate @kokosworld95

Author Note: There are three points to know about this story.

1. You may be surprised to learn that Der (and his species) are a MINOR character in my main book series that I'm trying to finish. I wanted a way to expand and explain more about Zeez and this story was born.

2. The book that Der's human is reading in this story will be a vehicle that I will use to introduce other MINOR characters/species from my books as well. So, yes, you will get the read the Centaur's story too, which will feature many of my own creature creations.

3. There is SOOOO much more to Der and his human's story. I am happy to tell it if anyone is interested. The amount of detail and I have created for all the characters still amazing me. (I have no life LOL).

Eh, let's throw a 4th point in here. Der's species was born from an a scene in an actual dream I had. It may not come across as well here in this story, but in further expansions of the story, it explains that humans can only see Zeez when they are tired or sleepy.

Hence the phrase...."catching Z's".

Love knows no bounds. Come join our fun.

A friendly stranger

M!Werewolf x gn!reader

Content: Cheating, drinking, mentions of war and discrimination

I finally wrote something substantial after...years. I'm not gonna lie, I'm tempted to make this third person and make this an actual novella.

@lyonnerileyauthor and @myfanfic-urfantrash thanks for inspiring me to start writing again!

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you stumble into the lit building, and in your haze, you sit at the bar counter. It’s strangely empty at 1AM in a city as big as this. Spotting the tall werewolf behind the counter, you slur, “Boss, can I get your strongest drink please?”

“Hm?” He turns to face you, tilting his head slightly like he didn’t understand what you just asked. “Can you repeat that?”

Sighing, you slap your cheeks a bit and ask again, “Can I get your strongest drink, boss? I need it. Please.”

“Mhm.” He fiddles with a faucet and fills a glass with some clear liquid before setting it down.

You immediately drink it, but your eyes widen and you almost spit it out. “This is water!”

The “bartender” chuckles. “We don’t serve alcohol here.”

“Huh? But you’re a bar…” Sniffling, you wipe your eyes and glance up to see the menu. “Cafe latte, mocha…”

Immediately you flush in embarrassment and stand from the stool. “I’m so sorry!”

Now you get a clearer look at the “bartender.” 

He’s a tall werewolf with dark red-brown fur. Donning a white button-down shirt with a dark vest, he’s pretty well dressed for working at a cafe. It’s clear this isn’t your average chain coffee.

You’re not a good judge when it comes to monster ages, but he seems middle aged.

When he hears your apology, he barks out a laugh and you can hear the rumble in his chest. He smiles, showing off those sharp white teeth. “It’s no problem. Are you okay though? You seem quite distressed.”

“Uh…yeah.” You awkwardly scratch your nose and clear your throat, feeling quite congested. He pushes a napkin dispenser towards you and you take some, blowing your nose quickly. Sighing heavily, you toss the napkins into the bin and explain. “I returned home to find my boyfriend in bed with a forest nymph.”

Unfortunately, you’d gotten a good look at her, and your self-esteem headed for the fucking hills. She was lithe and graceful, definitely able to bend into those crazy sex positions your boyfriend tried pressuring you into. The flowers on her head emitted a heady sweet aroma, and it mingled with the other bodily odors in the room. 

Not saying a thing, you’d rushed back out the door. Your boyfriend didn’t even bother chasing you. You hopped into your car and sped off, not sure what to do, but you just had to get away from there. You could grab your things later, but you couldn’t stand looking at him anymore. 

After parking the car in the city, you started bar hopping. You didn’t drink heavily at any of them, but it was enough to make you start wobbling. When you’d stumbled into the cafe, you expected to keep drowning your sorrows, cliche as it was.

Blowing your nose again, you sat back down at the counter. “And that’s that… I should’ve known. I’m almost thirty years old. I’m sure he wants someone more youthful.”

The werewolf continues nodding as you talk, letting you vent as he works behind the counter. He fiddles with a steamer and asks, “You okay with dairy milk?”

“Huh?” You sit up a little straighter. “Y-Yeah.” 

He smiles at you again and pours milk into the steamer. He lets out a huff. “Well, I’m not sure how long you were together, but I’m sorry for what happened. I know you’re upset, but it’s still not safe wandering around the city alone at night.”

He quirks a brow. “Especially in this part of the city.”

You swallow hard at his implications.

In your haze, you’d entered the part of the city that’s populated mostly by monsters. 

The war between humanity and monsters ended before you were born, and while half the city had a healthy mix of both, other parts of the city consisted mostly of humans or monsters. Tensions were still high in those areas. Humans looking down on monsters as nothing more than unintelligent beasts and monstrosities. Monsters resenting humans for the inhumane experimentation their kin had been exposed to. Still, there were laws against discrimination, so a monster run business could not refuse to serve a human and vice versa. With humanity’s older generations dying out though, the attitude was shifting more towards peace and co-existence. Since the ages of monsters vary so much, it was definitely a mixed bag with them.

This werewolf however seems to have no ill will towards you as he pushes a mug of fresh hot chocolate towards you. When you fish for your wallet, he waves it off. “On the house. Consider this my good deed of the day.”

Void Bois with Scars

Warnings: Implied trauma, physical harm, implied self harm

An idea I had for a bit, I tried to make it as vague as possible so you could insert what kind of scars they'd be. I'm not sure if I succeeded much on that, but hope I did.

Btw, know that you are stronger than you realize. Even if its something small and stupid that keeps you going, if its just for one more day. You're incredible for it, and people (friends, family, even your pets) in your life are proud of you. Keep going, even if its just "one more day".

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Cho'Gath

Cho'Gath never really questioned, much less wondered about why you hid parts of your body.

Did it seem impractical or stupid to wear clothing during the hottest summers in this world? Absolutely and he'd point it out.

It's not exactly gentle when he points it out, he's not intending to be rude or cruel about it. He legit doesn't understand why you're deliberately inconveniencing yourself- or worse harming yourself just to hide your body.

It's not like you're wearing armor or something needed for your survival, and if you are he'd point out how what you're wearing on top of it is not helping.

You'd end up telling him because he was this close to shredding the clothes you used to hide your body, he wasn't going to keep letting you do this to yourself.

He wasn't happy, not at you for your scars or hiding that from him.

He was furious at whatever put you in this situation. Someone who pushed you to this point, whatever circumstance that lead to you getting these scars. He hated it.

You were his solace in this world, whenever the harsh sun started to hurt or his hunger became too unbearable, you brought a calmness into his life that remind him of home. Which is ironic.

Whatever harmed you deserved to be devoured at best. Even if it was yourself, whoever made that an option to you deserved to be eaten.

Your distress for him to not lash out and insistence that it was fine is what made Cho'Gath relent on his rampage. But he promised you that he was not going to let you continue on this path of yours.

You're the only thing that stands between him and devouring the world, and he was going to return the favor by being the only thing that stands between you and death.

Because if Death was edible, he'd do it in a heartbeat for you to keep you in his life.

—

Kha'Zix

Kha'Zix would notice particular mannerisms that most people don't do normally with you. Specifically he would know you're hiding something from him.

He wouldn't bring it up, because if you're making an effort to hide it you'd most likely avoid telling him or lie about it.

He'd try and find the truth on his own, which is basically stalking you until he sees what you're hiding from him.

When it turns out to just be scars he's confused.

For him, scars are something to be proud of- especially as a hunter. It shows you've survived the worse and prevailed.

Kha'Zix doesn't exactly have much grace in approaching the topic, so he'd just walk up and confront you about why you hid the scars from him.

Naturally you'd wonder how the hell he found out, before remembering the damn mantis can go invisible and has the capabilities of being an unhinged stalker if he wanted to be.

It's still upsetting none the less he went out of his way to find out what you were hiding from him, since the scars remind you of dark periods in your life.

When you two do talk it out, and you explain that the scars aren't...exactly something to be proud of. He both understands and doesn't understand.

Seeing just talking about it upsets you, he relents on the questioning for now and just focuses on making the scars change from something negative to positive.

You still survived something awful, regardless of origin.

Kha'Zix would spend more time with you afterwards, giving you his company and attention to ensure you know he cares and wants to make sure you're safe.

He isn't the best at comforting, and he knows it. But he wants to improve it for you.

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Vel'Koz

Vel'Koz also takes notes on your unique behaviors and mannerisms in hiding parts of your body.

He however would outright ask on these behaviors. But when he points out lies or faults in your answers, and you tell him you're just not ready to tell him the truth he will relent.

He will wait for however long it takes for you to be comfortable enough to confide in him.

He will actually provide alternatives to your choice of coverings depending on season/weather, because wearing turtlenecks in summer is not ideal.

Honestly he started to piece together what you were hiding from him after a point, from certain keywords in conversations, similarities in behavior to those who have physical and mental harm, common places where you've covered your body.

He still chose to wait until you came up to him and personally tell him that you were hiding your scars.

How you're ashamed of them, what they represent, wish you could get rid of them, wish you never went through that trauma.

Vel'Koz is a very analytical and logical Voidborn, his whole existence is nothing more than to observe and learn the world he's cross into. Emotions are not wired into his birth.

But this brought an unfamiliar feeling in him, something akin to being physically hurt yet wasn't actually harmed.

His comforting was...awkward. But it surprisingly worked. It was basically him going over definitions and studies over trauma, and following it up that your survival, perseverance and continued existence is a testament to your strength.

Vel'Koz will do whatever he can to help ensure you don't slip up and fall back into negative habits, or break your streak of being clean.

Void Gals with Scars

Warnings: Implied trauma, physical harm, implied self harm

Since I did the void bois, time to do the gals! Lowkey writing for Bel is making me adore her, because I fully believe she'll be the type to burn the world down for you (not like she isn't already planning on doing that to begin with.)

Just like in the previous post, you're stronger than you realize. If something small or "stupid" keeps you going for another day, then you're incredible for it. You might not know it, but a lot of people who care about you are proud of you for that. Keep going, even if its just "one more day".

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Rek'Sai

It would take a while for Rek'Sai to pick up you're hiding something from her, and honestly she's the only one you're comfortable with in not hiding your scars.

It's mostly because she doesn't have eyes to see them, so that's kinda really helpful in that department.

You completely forget about her sense of touch until she noticed the difference of texture of your skin against hers.

At first she was worried the scars came from her, after all she knows she isn't exactly the gentlest. She does try though considering how squishy you are.

When you reassure her that it wasn't her, she then gets worried if its the tunnels getting you scarred up. She does remember hearing the times you've tripped or fallen in her tunnels when you first arrived in them.

Afterwards its if her children are getting too bitey with you, and she is ready to give them a lecture about it.

You have to tell her where the scars came from, and when you do she goes silent.

She questions why, and when you explain further. She's both upset and pissed.

Upset her mate had been hurt in such a way, and pissed at those who drove you to this point

She wouldn't want to leave you unattended, just to make sure you don't get anymore scars. Even with you reassuring her that she'd smell the blood if you were to get a new one, she doesn't want to leave your side now.

She will also have her children not leave you unattended, though that method is more like a dog pile. Can't go anywhere if the kids refuse to let you get up and move.

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Bel'Veth

Bel'Veth takes notice of how you hide parts of your body, or avoid her seeing you unclothed. She doesn't understand why you do it, considering she's been open and upfront with you on everything she plans to do.

She'll ask why you're hiding parts of your body, if she doesn't get an honest answer at first she will continue to pry. She knows when you are lying.

She relents when you mention you're just not ready to open up to her about that, reassuring her that it has nothing to do with her personally.

Somethings aren't easy to talk about for people, she is part human after all. She will wait however long she needs to for you to open up willingly.

When you do open up to her, its not what she expected.

Not that she doesn't understand trauma and its effects on people, but she never imagined you would be a victim to it.

The worse part of it for her, is the fact she can't 'erase' it. Because that trauma had shaped the individual she's grown so attached too, and she refused to alter anything that changed you.

Its the first time you see her really sympathetic, and comfort you.

When she believes you are okay again after opening up to her, she wants to know what exactly caused these scars to be placed on your body.

She won't tolerate it in her world, and she'll be damned if you ever live through that again in her presence.

Don't fight with me

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Konshu (moonknight) x reader

5,013 words

Marc Spector (moonknight) & reader

Marc and the reader are out on a mission, both being godly avatars (Marc having Konshu and the reader having Anubis), they’re expected to be civil towards each other. After spending a month cramped up in a tiny, cheep apartment, the reader has enough and snaps at Marc about cleaning up after himself. Konshu is not happy to hear them shout at his avatar

The last thing I wanted to be doing right now was getting in a fight with the man I was living with. Marc Spector was normally a great guy, a little brash and heavy handed at times but overall really sweet, especially to me. But right now, he was being an utter dick head. I don’t know why he thought ignoring chores was a good idea, but apparently, he did. I didn’t ask for much, I just wanted him to clean up after himself, that’s all. But it was too much for poor old Marc to do.

I didn’t want to shout at him, but he wasn’t willing to listen to a simple request. It was a bad day, I was tired and just wanted a fucking break. But apparently that too much to ask.

“Seriously Marc? You make a mess in the kitchen and don’t clean it up?”

“I’m tired (Y/n), cut me some slack,” he groaned without looking up at me.

“This apartment is barely big enough for the both of us, I just want to keep it tidy so its an easier space to live in.” I could feel anger bubbling in my chest, a scream scratching at my throat to get out.

“Stop being so aggressive about it. Ill get round to it.” This time he looked at me, the pure apathy on his face only made me angrier.

“Y’know what Marc? Fine. Fuck you! If you don’t Wanna clean up after you, I won’t either!”

“Oh, fuck off (Y/n)! I couldn’t care less!”

I didn’t take the time to look at his face, as he said “I couldn’t care less”. So, I opted to just storm away to the only space that was mine and mine alone in the tiny apartment – my bedroom. I just needed a minute alone. Just a little while away from the man in the living room.

And I thought I was going to get that, until the all too familiar sound of wind pierced the silence.

I whipped around, intending to give Konshu a piece of my mind, only to find him already looming over me. I stumble backwards in shock, eventually bumping my back against the wall behind me, but he still doesn’t give me any space.

“You think it’s a good idea to start a fight with my avatar human?” the god loomed over me now, one hand reaching to rest on my shoulder, thumb gently caressing the front of my neck.

“Fuck off, I don’t answer to you.” I had to resist the urge to spit in his face, choosing to sneer at him instead.

Suddenly, his hand was around my neck, the long bony fingers wrapped fully around my neck, squeezing at the soft flesh with just enough force to insinuate a threat. His tall stature bent down to bring the tip of his beak next to my ear, along with his free hand up to your hip.

“You may be tethered to your own god Human, but I am in charge here.” His hands both continued to tighten as his husky voice reached my ears.

“Fuck off Konshu, I’m not scared of you,” I hissed out, prompting him to press me into the wall harder than I was before. I desperately wanted to retaliate, but I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” he growled into my ear “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it’s entirely up to you.”

“I’m not scared of you Konshu, I’m not just going to let you push me around.”

He seemed rather happy that I said that, pulling me away from the wall and pushing me towards my bed. His large hands let go of me once the back of my legs hit the mattress, letting me fall onto it.

It only took a second before he was bending down and placing his hands on the mattress, either side of my body and caging me in. My breath quickened and I could feel a heat rising to my face.

“Well then Scarab, I’m glad you want to do things the hard way.” Both hands were on me in an instant, gripping at my hips, almost painfully digging into me. His fingers ran up my body, hooking into the waistband of my jeans.

Konshu didn’t speak this time, only tugging at the waist band and waiting for me to answer. My heart rate quickened as I froze up, not moving an inch as he tugged once again.

“Are you too dumb to understand a simple gesture Scarab? Do you need to spell it out for you?” His voice was still gravely in my ear, making my face grow that much hotter. “Fine then. Take them off, or let me.” Only when he finished speaking did I realise he had been undoing the button of my jeans.

All I could do was lift my hips slightly while I blinked at him, shivering at his hands as they skimmed down the skin on my thighs. Slowly they were exposed to the air and as soon as my jeans hit the floor, his hands went straight to grope at my thighs.

“I’m not going to do this if you don’t want it.” He continued to slowly massage my thighs, kneading the sensitive flesh between his large hands. I remain frozen, staring straight up at the ceiling and breathing heavily, but I push my thighs against his hands trying to get him to continue.

“No, Scarab. Use your words. Or are you too stupid?”

I let out a small grumble, pushing my thighs into his hands even more and whispering. “I want this.”

“I didn’t hear a please Scarab,” he whispered in my ear, continuing to massage my thighs. I failed to bite back the temptation to growl at him.

“I’m not gonna fucking beg for you K-“ I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence as I felt one finger brush over my clothed core, applying more pressure over the entrance and then pulling away. Konshu chuckled darkly, slowly dragging his finger back and forth across the fabric of my panties.

I still refused to open my mouth, but the god above me seemed perfectly happy to continue going about things his way. Slowly, his finger found my entrance and began to push more firmly against over my panties. I was sure that the sharp tip was going to pierce the fabric as he pushed harder and harder. Just as the fabric reached breaking point, he pulled away. Not even seconds after he did, Konshu’s hands were back on my skin, pulling my panties down my legs and tossing them onto the floor.

Only now did I realise how truly cold his hands were, guess that’s what I get for getting down and dirty with a skeletal bird god. The tips of his fingers scratched at the soft flesh of my inner thigh as they scraped towards my core. Heat was slowly beginning to build in my core as he edged ever closer to actually touching me, only to move back down and start the process all over again.

His hands finally start to skim closer to my cunt, only to move out of the way last second and begin to snake up my shirt. I feel my stomach muscles tense when his fingers ghost my lower abdomen, causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

His hands skimmed behind by back, a gently tug urging me to sit up. Although, I didn’t have to worry about that for long, as I was guided back down again by a gently push to the chest as soon as my shirt and bra were gone. Both pieces of fabric were forgotten as toon as they hit the floor, as Konshu started to skim those sharp fingers of his over my delicate skin once again. Although this time, they weren’t restrained to any one area and instead trailed my entire body.

His right hand made its way back to my cunt, which at this point was soaking. I could feel him trailing a finger around it, watching as my legs twitched and my hips jolted while he did. It didn’t take him long to find my clit, brushing over it with his thumb in such a delicate manner it almost had me begging for more. Slow, gently, feather light circles were traced over my clit for a few seconds before a sudden, sharp push had me gasping for air.

Another chuckle fell from Konshu. I tried to look away from him, but his left hand came to grip my face and force me to look at him.

“You are going to watch exactly what I do to you until I say you can look away, understand Scarab?” before I had a chance to answer, the muddle finger of his right hand was dipping into my pussy. Little by little, his finger moved into me, until it was impossibly deep. Once he could push in no further, he slowly began to pull out. He kept this excruciatingly painful pace for a few seconds before pulling out entirely.

A moan almost left my lips, only to be replaced by a sharp gasp when a different finger was pushed inside of me. He did the same with this one has he did with the other, only pulling out once he deemed it sufficiently wet. Looking up to me to check I was still paying attention, he used the fingers that were now wet with my slick to push back into me.

“Konshu-“ The hand that had been gripping my face moved sharply to cover my mouth instead.

“Tonight, I am your god, your master. You will address me as such Scarab, or you will suffer the consequences.” Slowly, he began to curl his fingers into me, the flat pads pressing into my walls. “But I fully intend to make sure you can’t speak by the end of tonight.” His fingers continued to move, stretching me with a slightly painful burn that made me writhe.

“Oh Scarab, if you can’t take this, there’s no way you’ll be able to take me,” he murmured into my ear, continuing to slowly curl what would be the pads of his fingers into my upper wall before relaxing them. Konshu continued to slowly move his fingers, never changing pace or how hard he was doing it. All I could do was let my eyes flicker shut and hold my hips off the mattress as he did.

A short moan started in my throat but didn’t have time to reach my lips as Konshu pushed the thumb of his free hand past my lips. It pushed down onto my tongue, effectively silencing me as my watery eyes looked up to him.

“Oh Scarab, is this too much for you?” he didn’t give me a chance to answer before his fingers began to curl and relax faster than before. I could feel him slowly begin to pump them as well. The pleasure began to build up very quickly, growing from a warm tingle in my cunt to a tightening pleasure in my lower abdomen. I could feel it surmounting, building to a fast climax. Just as white began to creep into the corners of my vision and a whine built up in the back of my throat, his fingers stopped.

The sudden stillness ripped the building whine from my throat, only now it was a whine of displeasure. I tried my best to show how frustrated I was by biting down on his finger, but with him being a god, it didn’t seem to have much effect. Despite the lack of reaction, I continued my attempted assault on his bony thumb. This still yielded no results – until I felt his fingers sharply push up into my, causing my biting to stop and a desperate moan to tear itself from my throat in its place.

“I really wouldn’t suggest trying to fight me, unless you don’t wish to cum tonight.” I now understood why Marc found him so insufferable. Well, I always had, but now I really knew. In a pathetic attempt to apologise, my lips gently closed around the part of him that was still in my mouth and I pressed the flat of my tongue against it. The god above me seemed pleased with my non-verbal answer and rolled his thumb over my wet tongue.

His fingers began to move inside of me once again, pumping and curling with the same rhythm they had found before. I defiantly wasn’t one to complain, instead continuing to absentmindedly play with Konshu’s thumb using my tongue and moan at the pleasure. Once again, it didn’t take long for the pleasure to begin to bubble up in my stomach, the tension in my lower abdomen began to tighten once again and almost bubbled over – only for Konshu to stop once again. Some part of me was sure that if he could smirk – he would be.

The pressure slowly simmered down, but Konshu never removed his fingers. Just as the pressure ebbed away, leaving me a little frustrated and beyond disappointed, he began to move again. Faster and harder than before this time, his hand was moving almost painfully, but not quite, the feeling of a climax built up much faster than the previous, and I could feel myself tightening around him. He stopped again and I could feel tears bubble up in the corners of my eyes and spill, trickling down my face at the overwhelming feeling.

“What do you want little Scarab?” His voice wasn’t aggressive like it had been before, but it wasn’t kind either. He was taunting me, making fun of me and the state I was in because of him.

I tried to speak, to spit a witty remark in his face, but it didn’t work. My throat had closed in on itself and all I could do was gasp for air and breathe heavily as he chuckled.

“If you want to cum, then you best work for it,” his voice was smoother than ever, flowing like the Nile and making me desperate for release. Despite the humiliation it would normally bring, I felt as if I had surpassed a threshold of some kind and slowly began to try and bounce my hips.

I was quick to find out that it wasn’t working, and settled on rolling my hips instead. Konshu moved in time with me, but put in no more effort than I did. I was effectively fucking myself on his fingers and he was getting off to the idea – I was sure of it. Tears blurred my vision more than before and I couldn’t help but let small whines scratch their way out of my throat. My hips moved faster and with more force as I continued, and despite the effort that I had to put in, my climax began to build up again.

My face burnt with embarrassment as I felt myself tighten around Konshu’s fingers, my hips shuddering as I got closer. The pressure that had been fading in and out to par finally snapped and I came. The orgasm washed through me, back arching with the pleasure as I gushed over the god’s fingers.

I could feel his fingers keep moving as I came down from my high. My body relaxed into the mattress once the pleasure finally ebbed away, allowing my muscles to completely relax. His fingers still didn’t stop moving, gently massaging my walls.

“You ready for more Scarab?” his voice was gravely, sending a shiver up my spine and causing a whimper to fall from my mouth. Konshu seemed pleased with that, finally sliding his fingers out of me and starting to rub gentle circles on my clit.

His free hand moved to his own hip, fiddling with something before returning it to my thigh. His fingers dug into my soft flesh, massaging and bruising it. I couldn’t help but roll my hips up into his hand, causing his fingers to slip in and out of me.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he almost chuckled, finally removing his fingers from me. I whined as the long, almost rough fingers dragged out of me. The pleasure finally faded completely, leaving me with a warm wetness between my legs and partially smeared down my thighs.

My voice seemed to come back once he stepped out from between my thighs, so I propped myself up on my elbows and looked up at him. The god stares down at me as I close my legs and let my face settle down into a deadpan expression.

“So, you’re gonna edge me and leave me huh?” Obviously, my sarcasm hadn’t left me at any point. Although my question seemed like the wrong thing to say at this very moment, as the towering figure leaned in. He would be caging me in if not for the fact that his arms were tucked behind his back.

“Would you like to phrase that differently scarab?” A darkness dripped from the ancient voice that I’ve never quite heard before. If I could’ve swallowed my words right then, I would have. However, intrigue spread through my body and, despite the fact Konshu was a god, I wasn’t going to let him push me around.

“No.” I tried to keep my voice strong and stable, but the way he straightened his posture to stand as tall as the ceiling would allow made my body quiver.

“Have it your way then Human.”

Fuck

There was a rustling and the fabric that had adorned his waist dropped to the floor. It crumpled around his feet in a heap before he stepped out of it. I was drawn to look at Konshu’s face, unable to tear my eyes away.

In a way that could’ve been mistaken as tender, the bony, calloused hands of the god before me once again trailed up my sensitive thighs. Rough bone moved to cup the delicate flesh on the insides of my thighs and – for a second – I thought I had gotten away with that I had said.

Suddenly, his demeanour changed, using his superior strength to snap my previously closed legs open and hold them there. I fought to close them, purely out of spite, but nothing I did fought against the god’s strength.

“If you call me name, my real name, I shall stop… Until then, you are mine to do with as I please.”

A deep pit started to form in my stomach, causing me to tear my eyes away from the almost delicate looking structure around his eye sockets. Lustful eyes trailed all the way down his body, stopping at his crotch.

I’m not entirely sure what I was expecting, but a large, almost translucent and honey coloured member was not it. It was solidly 8 inches long, maybe more, and dripped with what I could only assume was precum. The girth was hard to judge from this angle, but you could understand why he had made the comment earlier.

Nervousness consumed me as I realised there was no way this was going to happen without at least a little pain on your end. Words bubbled up your throat and tumbled over your lips in an attempt to stall him just a few more seconds.

“Don’t you need a c-“ He cut me off, hands holding the underneath of me knees as he tugged me closer.

“No need, you are a mortal. Your fragile little body wouldn’t take it even if you wanted to.”

Questions flooded my mind and the thought of the painfully delicious stretch to come was no longer on the forefront of my mind.

“But aren’t new gods cr-“

A sharp thrust caused his member to glide through my folds, coating it in my wetness.

“Cease your incessant questions. You are a mortal, nothing will happen,” his voice seemed distant, preoccupied on things other than me running my mouth.

Konshu pulled his hips back, removing a hand from the back of my knee to take hold of his cock. Guiding it towards my practically dripping entrance. The thick head pushed against my entrance before slipping up at the last second, pressing against my clit. It’s still sensitive from earlier and the pressure makes my back arch, eyes squeezing shut; the leg not being held by Konshu wrapping around his waist.

Dark chuckling came from above me and the god readjusted, finally pressing into me. Not even an inch in I could feel the stretch, pushing me further open than I had ever been before. Soft whimpers make their way from my lips, spilling out and into the air.

“Hmm, what a wonderful sound,” his grumbling voice dripped with lust, only adding to the way my pussy squeezed around him.

Konshu moved his hands, placing them on the underside of my thighs. For a second, confusion passes over me before he’s pushing my legs forwards, knees practically touching my shoulders. The burn of my muscles sketching is quickly pushed to the back of my mind by the feeling of the god pushing into me. His large hands continued to hold me exactly as he wanted me, pushing his hips to slip his cock into me. Burning pleasure coursed outwards from my core, reaching a high when his pelvis finally pressed into the underside of my thighs.

Despite what seemed like desperation to move, the ancient being pressed into you stayed still, opting only to pull your legs so they laid partially over your shoulders instead. Slowly, the pain from being stretched so much gave way to a most more pleasurable sensation. Although, there was a pushing inside of you that was stranger than anything you’d ever felt.

Managing to raise your head ever so slightly, you looked down and at your lower stomach. There was a slight bulge. Caused by Konshu’s member pushing against the soft, warm walls of your pussy. You wanted to reach down and touch it, push against it and see what it felt like, but decided against it for the time being.

Seeing the way I moved to look at my body, Konshu gave an experimental thrust, pulling out half an inch before sliding back in. My head fell backwards onto the soft sheets as he did, a moan falling from my lips. I hadn’t expected it to feel like good.

In response to my moan, he gave another experimental thrust, then another and another. Slowly, he built up a good pace, pulling out slightly more every time until he was about a quarter of the way out before thrusting back into me. MY pussy began to flutter around him, squeezing his cock while it dragged along my walls.

It almost sounded as if he was growling above me, huffing with each move. I know he was restraining himself for my sake – something I didn’t think the god could do. I reached down, between my legs, to run a finger over my clit. However, my hand was quickly swatted away my Konshu.

He moved his left arm to cross both of my legs, holding the outer side of my right thigh and pressing them both to his chest. His right hand quickly snakes between my legs and a thumb pressed to my clit. Konshu began to rub fast, tight circles with just enough pressure to make my back arch off the bed and I practically screamed for him.

Barely understandable words spilled from my lips as my eyes squeezed shut, but not once did I say his name. “God, Feels so good!” I yelled as the muscles in my back screamed for me to relax.

He didn’t respond, only quickening his thrusts. Languid motions that drew more and more out of me as they sped up. Konshu started to go harder as well, pounding into me with each snap of his hips. Each thrust seemed to have him slipping further out of you as well.

Konshu finally settled into a brutal, bruising pace, slipping all the way out of me before fucking himself all the way back in. I could feel every time the head of his cock came in contact with my walls and, combined with the sensation of the tight circled being rubbed on my clit, it was driving me towards my second orgasm of the night – quickly.

My moans grew in volume and shrillness, until I was practically screaming. Konshu seemed to enjoy this, his hips or hand never once faltering. The knot in my belly grew tighter as he kept going. Despite the fact he never changed pace, it felt as if I was getting more and more sensitive until my orgasm finally comes crashing over me.

White hot bliss coursed over my body, consuming my vison and mind, leaving no room for anything else. Arching off the bed once again, every muscle in my torso and legs felt like they tightened with absolute pleasure. I could do nothing but moan, no words were formed though, just a scream of pure ecstasy.

Once I finally started to come down from my high, I noticed Konshu hadn’t changed his pace at all. Although his thumb was slowing down on my clit, he never actually removed it, and his hips didn’t stutter nor falter. The feeling as starting to get to much, overwhelming me as I finally dropped fully back onto the mattress.

Tears began to brim in my eyes faster than I thought they would’ve. Overwhelming was the only thing I could call the sensation now. The drag of his cock along my sensitive walls.

The hand that had previously been occupied playing with my clit moved to my lower stomach. Suddenly I was aware of what he was going to do. Large fingers splayed out, palm directly over where the small bulge would appear with every thrust, not applying pressure yet.

That changed rather quickly, as his palm pushed down into my belly and the feeling of his cock became accentuated. My previous screams of pleasure turned into overwhelmed sobs. Yet I didn’t want him to stop.

For a moment, just a moment, Konshu seemed as if he wanted to as if I was ok. But even through the blur of tears that cascaded down my cheeks, I begged for more. And the god obliged my pleads.

This was no longer about my pleasure, but rather about him chasing his release. His hips finally began to falter, thrusts becoming sloppier and more pressure being applied to the hand pressed against my stomach. I could’ve sworn I could hear him mumbling curses with the occasional hint of my name, but the ringing in my ears made it hard to know.

Finally, Konshu tipped over the edge, finding his release. His hips never stopped moving nor did they truly slow. Instead, he continued to fuck me hard and fast through his orgasm. Spilling into me hot and heavy, growling out my name. After what felt like minutes of agonising pleasure, his hips finally stilled, pressed into me. He was panting, catching breath he didn’t need to catch.

I shifted, pulling myself out of his grip and off of him, sighing at the feeling of being empty and letting myself go limp against the bed. Konshu’s cum spilled out of me as I lay there, catching breath I actually needed to catch.

A bony hand touched my thigh, gently, moving it to exam it.

“I didn’t hurt you did I Scarab?” I was surprised at how gentle his voice was, especially as his hands twisted me every so slowly, checking for bruising.

“No… Not in a way I didn’t like at least…” I was still trying to suck in breaths and calm my pulse.

I felt the hotness between my legs and inside me dissipate suddenly, feeling as if it was completely gone. Mustering the strength to sit up, I checked myself for the mess I was sure I was going to have to clean up. However, there was nothing there besides my own mess. My eyes flitted to Konshu who, while still missing the garments that usually adorned his lower half, no longer had a dick.

Questions started to materialise in my mind, and I wanted to babble them all out. However, Konshu seemed to beat me to it.

“It’s magic. Anything that comes from it is magic. I can summon it and get rid of it as I please.”

Well… that was all of my questions answered.

I did my best to reach down without falling off the bed, picking up my shirt and using it to gently pat my thighs dry. Eventually, I managed to get myself below the covers without having to get up either.

“You must be tired Scarab, I’ll leave you be,” there was something in his voice that was so much kinder than you had ever heard before, yet somehow it seemed to sound the same as it always did.

“Thanks… Konshu…” I mumbled, pulling the duvet up to my chin and curling my legs towards my stomach slightly. This was gonna hurt in the morning, you could already tell. In an unpleasant surprise that really shouldn’t have been a surprise at all, I realised that I was going to have to get up to flick the lights off, close the curtains and the door.

Before a groan had the chance to escape my mouth, I heard the sound of the curtains being drawn. Turning my head slightly I could see Konshu, making sure they were fully shut. Then, he made his way towards the door, flicking the lights out and turning closing the door behind him without a single word. I know full well he could’ve just dissipated and probably did as soon as he was outside the door.

Warmth from both the actions of the god and the duvet around you started to seep into your body and after minutes, you were no longer awake.

You know what, screw it. Time to be "horny" on main. And by horny I mean... Admitting to another bloody project. And low-key asking suggestions... Over a smut project...

Basically a 75% "hardcore" smut (or at least as hardcore as I can)/25% slice of life/comedy (I have so many memes kicking around in my head over this idea)... Centered on a massive poly ship consisting of monsters (both mainstream interpretations and DND specifically) all/mostly centered on the (fem) human reader. Basically its a set-up similar to Monster Matsune: My Life with Monster Girls, but a healthy... enough... poly ship. In a massive generational house (if you've never seen/heard of one, each floor is basically its own house with 2-4 bedrooms, 1-3 bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and outer hallway to avoid suddenly climbing the stairs into someone's living room).

This is the current list of monsters/races (cause DND non-humans), if you have other suggestions before I start the character development please comment in some way! (Some of them can get away with non-specified gender obviously, but most will be male)

Orc

Kobold

Gnoll

Werewolf

Minotaur

Naga

Lamia

Demon

Elf

Mind Flayer

Tentacle Monster

Gold Dragon (owns the house/land and rents out the rooms)

Aarakocra

Ghost

Vampire

Cambion

Drider

Gargoyle

Harpy

Lizardfolk

Weretiger

Oni

Rakshasa

Satyr

Thri-Kreen

Troll

Yuan-Ti (breaking any semblance of "canon" with shifting between the forms)

: ̗̀➛ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

-`♡´- 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 -`♡´-

-𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒚𝒓

-𝑫𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒓𝒄

-𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆

-𝑵𝒐𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇

-𝑹𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇

-𝑳𝒖𝒌𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇

-𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆

-𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒇

-𝑪𝒊𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏

-𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏

-`♡´- 𝑭𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 -`♡´-

-𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒆

-𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

-𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

-𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒓𝒄

-𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆

-𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏

-𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒇

-`♡´- 𝑮𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒚 -`♡´-

-𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒆

-𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒆

-𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒓

-𝑾𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒓𝒄

-𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒚

-𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏

-`♡´- 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒄. 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 -`♡´-

-𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍

-𝑨𝒌𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒊

-𝑩𝒚𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏! 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕.

OOPS, I dropped my laptop and Kazimier X Reader smut fell out! 😮 🌶 

Fang Kink | Monster X Human | World of 🌐7 Circles🌐

I sure hope the two people who voted for this on my poll don't find it~

And I don't know what I would do if @monstersflashlight knew they inspired me to post my smut directly on Tumblrrr....~

Notice: 18+ interacts only. Explicit sex, Ungendered reader insert, alcohol consumption, references to blood, author unable to resist worldbuilding

[Part 1/2]

You’ve been keeping a secret for a couple months now.

As a human, you’re not allowed into the monster empire, you’re supposed to live your measly life outside its borders in the Outlands. If you ever were to venture into the dark claws of Du’Preve, the closest monster district to your human settlement, you would be executed or worse if they discovered you weren’t one of them.

So you’ve taken extra care not to be discovered.

You could never pass as a vampire, with their red eyes and sharp teeth- nevermind a gorgon or gargoyle. But Liches… those looked just like humans until they put too many magic runes on themselves. A little black paint, and some inspiration from a Lich warning poster in your area, and viola, TOTALLY not a human.

Thus far, you’ve hopped the border just to look around for a little while. Du’Preve has some kind of strange curse over it that dims the sun, even at high noon it seems like late evening. You LOVED it. Something about it made you feel alive- you always did have more energy at night and it was a wonder to experience it at 2pm.

You would walk the dirty streets, trying not to stare as you passed people with hissing hair, barking owners of strange market stands, and old rune-riddled liches mumbling incoherently in the gutters.

You also tried very hard not to squint, to act like you weren’t used to the perpetual darkness. You’d overheard monsters spit that word onto the pavement, ‘Squints.’ ‘Damn Squints,’ ‘Filch-beggin’ no good fuckin’ Squints.’

It has the same other-ness that ‘Fang-Banger’ has back home, a term that’s spat at anyone who gets cozy with a monster, even when it’s not the person’s fault.

You might get called that just for visiting Du’Preve, honestly.

But no one back home knows about your adventures, just as no monster knows what you really are. It’s been working so well that on today’s trip into darkness, you decide to do something a little different.

Du’Preve was known to host all kinds of escapism- drugs, whores, alcohol, you name it. But the most interesting to you were the parties and the clubs that hosted them. Last time you were here you overheard talk of one club in particular, The Club Lascivia, where patrons are generally safe from gang involvement and getting drinks spiked by malicious strangers.

You had gone through what few Du’Preve-looking outfits you had, needing something to wear to a club- eventually settling for something skimpier than you’d usually wear in your excitement to dance the night- or the day, away. You slip through your settlement in an old cloak which you leave at the border, soon arriving at your destination- by all appearances just another monster looking to party.

The scene was electric, with colored lights and dirty music that hummed beneath your skin. You moved between the dance floor, enjoying yourself with your heart racing at how close you were to the monstrous patrons, and simply watching the crowd from the safety of a booth, seeing for the first time how human these monsters really were.

In the booth next to you were two gargoyles, their stone-colored wings slightly unfolded to give a sense of privacy as they gossiped about a third gargoyle between flustered giggles.

You see a male gorgon leaning too close to a disinterested woman at the bar and after a few heated words she throws her drink in his face, causing his snakes to curl back with a hiss.

On the dancefloor you watch a little lich flirting with a stunning vampire, dancing so close, rubbing against one another. The vampire brushes closed lips against the lich’s throat in a dangerous tease and you shiver unexpectedly, drawn to the tantalizing threat.

Hot.

Wait- ‘hot’? What are you thinking?! Are you.. a fang-banger? No but you haven’t-

Before you can really parse out your thoughts, you notice a man approaching your booth with a couple of drinks.

He’s in a leather jacket that he hasn’t bothered to zip up over his fishnet shirt, allowing you to see the shape of his hips and the toned ‘v’ of his pelvis peaking up over a studded belt and artfully ripped jeans.

He stops a pace or so away from you, looking at you through tinted glasses as the lights of the club backlight his mane of curly black hair. Something about the way he looks at you makes you flush. He smiles, as if he knows what you’re feeling, and you see fangs glinting in his smirk.

“Mind if I join ya?" He asks in this brassy yet silken voice.

“Yes.” you find yourself saying, “-You can join me, that is.”

“ ‘Preciate it.” he says, and as he sits a strange thrill buzzes through your skull. “Here, for your hospitality.”

He sets a tall drink garnished with a twist of orange in front of you and your voice of reason momentarily returns. Was this safe to drink? You didn’t see the drink made, so it’s possible this was a sexy trap to lure you into a surprise kidney removal or something, right? You rotate the glass, as if somehow that would help you tell if it was spiked.

As you’re grappling with how to politely refuse the cocktail, his hand and its many rings brushes against yours and he plucks your glass off the table to take a deep drink, smiling as he catches the look on your face.

He sets it back in front of you with about a third less liquid in it and leans back, his arms draping across the top of the plush seating. “You’re smart not to trust a stranger, but I don’t get my kicks at this club from unwilling participants.” he teases, not unkind, but with a hint of what those kicks may be, “Go on then.” he urges, looking at you, not the drink. “If you want it.. It’s here for you.”

You had never been propositioned quite like this. His air was pushy, dominant, forceful even. But in his words and relaxed posture he invited you to walk away. What if you did? He might chuckle as you excuse yourself with a scarlet blush.. but you don’t think he’d follow.

What if you didn’t?

In a streak of boldness you look him in the eye and pick up your drink, draining it entirely as you stare him down. You were a human with enough gall to sneak into monster territory, after all.

“Moxie.” he praises with a quirk of his brow. It crosses your mind that you’re impressing a monster with your bravery and you feel tipsy off that alone. He licks one of his fangs and you can’t take your eyes off him. You think to the vampire on the dance floor and wonder what it feels like to have those sharp teeth on your skin.. on your lips..

“Now that you're done with your drink, you wanna taste of somethin’ else?” He asks, and you blush at his ability to seemingly read your thoughts.

What.. What should you say? Obviously you were getting hot and bothered here but to do anything physical with a person from Du'Preve, to willingly walk into his grasp, that was a much much bigger taboo than taking yourself on a little adventure across the border now and again.

You feel a light touch on your wrist, the man has moved in the semicircular booth to sit beside you. “Hey now..” the man soothes, his fingers barely resting on your skin. “You can be nervous, moxie, or anythin’ between. If we do somethin’ I just need you to want it.”

Your voice comes out as a whisper, anxious and daring all at once. “I want it.”

[PART 2]

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OOPS, I dropped my laptop and Kazimier X Reader smut fell out! 😮 🌶 

Fang Kink | Monster X Human | World of 🌐7 Circles🌐

Notice: 18+ interacts only. Explicit sex, Ungendered reader insert, alcohol consumption, references to blood, author unable to resist worldbuilding

[Part 2/2, See part 1 here]

Your voice comes out as a whisper, anxious and daring all at once. “I want it.”

His lips swallow the rest of your trepidation as they press into your own and you groan at the sensation. He effortlessly takes charge, kissing you like you're something to savor before exploring your mouth with his tongue. Being so close to those sharp teeth makes you whimper and you kiss him back, wanting him to do more to you.

Then his fingers reach under your chin to tip your head back. He kisses along your jaw, lingering at the soft spot below your ear a moment before settling at your neck with a chuckle.

“You like that?” He breathes against your warming pulse. You can feel his smile as he grazes your skin with his teeth, just enough to tease you. Just enough to make you tremble. 

Fuck.

You're struggling to find your words when he speaks your feelings to existence with a gravelly voice.

“You like my fangs, huh.”

He doesn't even phrase it like a question, and isn’t seeking an answer. He simply returns to your neck, kissing and sucking and teasing with his teeth until you’re whimpering for him. For more.

He pulls back with a knowing look, obviously pleased.

“Follow me, I know a place that’ll give us a little more privacy.” he says lightly, but then you find your chin in his hand and he’s staring you down with a more serious expression. “Once we get there, I’ll give you so much pleasure it’ll make your head spin.. but I’ll be hard-pressed to stop in the middle of it. You ok with that?”

You nod in his palm and he smiles, standing and offering you the same hand to take. He leads you through the crowd, the warmth of his skin mirroring the warmth coursing though you, and takes you to a staircase that’s blocked off with a tacky velvet rope and a sign labeled NO ENTRY, VIP ONLY which he untethers and tosses to the side.

You were all for adventure, but if you were caught.. You could be discovered as an Outlander.

“Uh.. should we be-”

“Don’ worry, Doll. I’m the VIP in this joint.” he says with a snicker, squeezing your hand and giving it a tug.

He takes you to the second floor which unfortunately for you and your weak human eyes, is completely dark. You do you best to act like you have night vision, and it’s incredibly helpful that you’re being lead by the hand through the pitch, but you still manage to stumble a little. Hopefully it would be assumed that you were feeling the alcohol or something.

“Here we are..” he murmurs, and you hear a door open, then shut behind you as you’re pulled into this new space. You stumble again as a forceful hand pushes you against that same door. You gasp into his mouth as it reconnects with yours and he hums as if you’re an ambrosia to him. His body presses closer and you realize with a moan that he’s achingly hard for you, grinding against you slowly.

His domineering kiss eases up some and you almost make a sound of complaint before you realize.. he’s inviting you, offering his fangs for you to taste. You feel him smile as you slide your tongue across to feel that canine, gently testing it’s sharpness. Why did it turn you on so much?

You’re a fangbanging slut, that’s why. Your mind supplies, but it only served to turn you on more.

After a moment of reveling in his mouth, he pulls away. “..There’re too many clothes.” He pants, and you can hear the rustle of him stripping immediately. After fumbling with your shoes you’re right behind, but he doesn’t wait for you to fully disrobe before his hands are roaming your body, leaving a trail of pleasured shivers in their wake. He slides his touch across your chest, touching you just right, then down your waist gently until they reach your hips and grip you tight.

He grinds against you again, rolling his hips in a gesture of what’s to come and you want it. Your own hips move involuntarily in his grip and you groan pathetically, your desire dripping down your spine like molten lava to your groin where you’re already twitching for him.

You subsequently lose contact with the ground before roughly making contact with a mattress. Then he’s on you, his mouth ravishing your neck as his fingers slide between your cheeks, teasing you, testing you. He spreads your legs easily and ensures that you're prepared while toying with you, turning you into a moaning mess under his confident hands.

When his fingers leave you you’re so turned on and ready to be fucked that there’s nothing but delicious friction when he fills you to the hilt in an instant, growling in pleasure when you moan loud and clench around him.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his thick cock before he’s fucking you, pulling out most of the way out before slamming back in with a groan, over and over again. It makes you see stars and feel dizzy and high and electric all at once. He fucks you closer and closer to that edge, mouth still at your neck.

When you feel like you’re almost there, his lips leave your throat to breathe in your ear.

“Cum for me, fangbanger.”

It sets you off and he bites down on your neck just right to extend your high as he fucks you harder and harder until he’s pressing his face into the crook of your neck and thrusting deep into you with a rumbling sound of pleasure, filling you.

You’re barely coming down from your climax when he starts moving again inside your sensitive body, making you cry out.

You hear a dark chuckle beyond the ringing in your ears, “Oh no, you’re not done yet.” he says with a roll of his hips. “You’re gonna cum until you can’t for me.”

True to his word, he rails you for what must be hours, only pausing to manipulate your body into new positions, each more pleasurable than the last. He made you cum more times than you even knew that you could. By the time he’s done your limbs are like lead and at the same time you feel like you’re floating. You hardly feel the bed move as he gets off the mattress, too wrapped up in the afterglow.

“Don’ move. You’re gonna need a minute.” he advises, voice slightly gravelly still. The light clicks on, bathing the room in the dim red glow that was pretty common in Du’Preve. It was making you sleepy. One of your hands touches your neck, feeling the soreness of hickies, but no holes, no blood.

“You didn’t drink my blood?” You ask, looking over at him. He’s putting his clothes back on but pauses long enough to shoot you an amused look. “I wasn’t interested in that in the first place, squints.”

Wait… Squints?

“I do gotta get, though. You’re free to take a bit of time, and a shower if ya don’t want to take my souvenirs back across the border, huh?

You flush with embarrassment at being found out, and at realizing your current state with a little more clarity. You have so many questions- about him, about what gave you away, but the one that comes out of your mouth is-

“Why aren’t you turning me in?”

He smirks at you from the threshold, looking back with a glint in his eyes, which without his tinted glasses almost appear to be different colors.

“Maybe I ain’t supposed to be here, neither.”

And with that he’s gone. You take him up on his offer, eventually dragging your body to the shower, letting the warm water reinvigorate you for the journey ahead- you weren’t risky enough to sleep in monster territory.

When you’re finally back in the outlands, tying your cloak back around your shoulders, all you can think about is the next time you’ll sneak away to indulge in your new fangbanger lifestyle. The next time you'll feel those teeth at your throat..

alien x reader

A blue-skinned alien with green eyes and pink hair approaches an erthling. This alien is from a far off place, where the skies are orange instead of blue. When he talks, his voice has a certain high-pitch quality to it as if his vocal cords were made of something different than a human's.

"Welcome to my ship, human!" He says, smiling, his pink teeth standing out from his blue skin.

After spending days on the alien's ship, traveling through space and getting to know him, the reader comes to find himself falling for the blue-skinned alien.

As they continue to bond, the two fall in love. They have a very passionate relationship which is completely different from how love works on Earth. This alien is from a world where love is completely unconditional, whereas the human reader is only used to love that comes alongside emotional baggage.

At first, the human is reluctant to open up to this new world. But eventually, seeing the unconditional love between him and the alien, he begins to loosen up and accept that he can be free from his past pain.

The human and the alien eventually move in together. They share a home, where they are free to express their love for one another. No more baggage, no more secrets or guilt. Just pure and unconditional love.

For years and years they live there, bonded together in love.

Eventually, the human comes to learn about an alien tradition. It is their belief that when two people can experience unconditional love with each other, the next step is to take a leap of faith into something called "eternal love".

Basically, eternal love is when two people combine into one new being, who contains both of the original person's minds, personalities, strengths, etc. It is the ultimate way to show love, because essentially the two people will be one being at all times.

The human, after hearing this, is ecstatic at the idea of eternal love.

He and the alien have a ceremony, where they are permanently fused into each other, becoming one being with two minds and personalities.

From here on out, they experience a new state of consciousness and existence which transcends mortal experience.

They are now one being. Forever.

Marrying so then I can fuck whenever I want

Again on Vamp!Emporer:

He fucked you thriugh the whole night, your pussy was so overstuffed with your combined cum that it trickled down your thighs. Your neck was bitten so many times, it looked like you have gotten attacked by a feral dog.

You were dizzy when he got off you. You were so satisfied, so well-fucked...thiugh you didn't knew how you would get back to your quarters...

The emporer got up and went into his bathroom. You saw it as a sign to get up and leave, you weren't allowed to stay. Usually he would just dismiss you, but you figured he needed to calm down.

On wobbly legs you got up, putting back on you dress and wobbled out of his bedroom. The door fell shut behind you and slowly you made you way back to your quarters. Since the emporer ordered you to him so often, your quarters had been moved closer. The guards followed you silently, they knew what happend and gave you the dignity of pretending you didn't know.

To your misfortune, you heard the other concubines. They were gathered in another one's room with the doors wide open. You had to get past them. You hoped you'd gone by unseen, but you heard them mocking Ad and laughing at you. They thought the emperor took pleasure in punishing you.

You went by as fast as you could with your thighs drenched in cum. Suddenly you heared the emporer:"Where do you think you are going?" He asks, livid. You look at him with wide eyes:"Back to my quarters like always...?" You said softly. He shook his head:"Not happening." He said and lifted you up bridal style. You looked at him flabbergasted. "I went to get some towels to clean you up, I come back and you were gone. If this happens again I shall punish you." He growels as he holds you closer. You blush and nod. He begins to grin:"Naughty thing. I did mean an actual punishment, not what you thought." He purred into your ear.

Now the other concubines were silent when the emporer carried you back into his chambers.