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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Non / Disney Villains x Reader || Headcanons [PART 2]

More characters, more kinks- I hope you find something here! ^^ A part 2 to this post.

Topic: SMUT- again.

Warnings/kinks: NOT. SFW, I can tell ya that much!! Ruts, panty-sniffing and stealing, somnophillia, sex work, alien fucking, probable size difference, riding, tentacle sex, dub-con roleplay, cybug!king candy/turbo??, legit breeding, referenced non-con (Just saying you couldn't get away if you wanted to), monster fucking, one-night-stand, orgasm denial and edging, dumbification and teasing, hypnotism and possible non-con, voice kink, betrothal, age difference, sexual sacrifice?, Step Mother/Step 'Child' (Not really a child!!!! An adult!!!!!), finger-sucking kink, and manhandling.

Includes: Sheriff of Nottinhgam, Mr Scroop, Captain Gantu, Scar, Wheezy Weasel, Ursula, King Candy, Eris (Sinbad; Legend of the Seven Sea's), Steelbeak (2017), Smartass Weasel, Kaa, Shere Khan, Mr Swackhammer, Shan Yu, Queen Narissa, Prince John, and Oogie Boogie.

Okay, the Sheriff of Nottingham may not seem to be the type to be hounded by his animal instincts but he does indeed experience heats. It starts out pretty tame, he just starts to particularly enjoy your smell when you're around, getting a little more touchey feely with you and perking up when you're around- but then he's taking your underwear to work and visiting you multiple times throughout the day, and finally- he's got his snout buried in between your legs when you wake up in the morning. He couldn't help himself!, sorry.

The next time that Silver's crew turns up at your work (The Brothel), its Scroop that gets to you first. Now 'kind' is not a word you would use to describe this one but he is still experienced- the way that old alien uses your body that night is damn practised. He roughly spreads your legs to the perfect angles to receive his selfish thrusts, the mean smirk on his face punctuates all the awful things he says to you in just a way that has you even more turned on, and the cold way he looks at you sends tingles straight up your spine. When he leaves in the morning, the only tip he offers you is a warning not to leave here- he'll be back sometime.

I know someone has mentioned this before, but riding Captain Gantu?? He is so stressed and just needs to be enveloped by something nice, and hot, and all-encompassing for a good long while. Your cunt/ass is his first choice, so impale yourself on his huge cock and slowly rock your hips. Don't let it go too quick, either- Make it last for hours, just live with the full feeling for as long as you can. And watch the stress leave his body.

Scar's a dom but he expects you to do all the work- And call him your majesty, hm? The only time that he'll service you, is when he thinks you're going to leave him or he wants something from you. Then the manipulative little shit will prove how king-like he really actually is... at oral. His licks dipping into you/leading up your length are lazy but deep, and purposeful, and strong, and he takes his damn time, too- dragging out your pleasure and your perfect orgasm until you're twitching and writhing underneath him. Until he's good and ready (A.K.A, when he's sure you're so absolutely tongue-drunk you'll agree to anything). And oh, he loves the sight of you like this. He thinks, maybe he should do this more often... then shrugs. We'll see.

Another lazy one is Wheezy. You wouldn't think he has much sex drive, and to be honest it is rather low- or was. When he saw you, though, he knew he wanted you. And he wanted to make you feel good. He wont lift a finger until he deems it necessary, those cold eyes just watching you undress while he stands fully clothed and smokes, the tiniest smirk on his face. He might feel tired enough to even just keep standing there and let you suck him off, first. But then he knows he has to give back, though, so lie down now baby. Spread your pretty legs. Or he'll sit down at the edge of the bed himself and pat his lap, getting you to straddle him and ride him. His movements will be slow, but methodical.

And we've reached the tentacle sex and roleplay segment- with Ursula, of course. You get to be the innocent beach-goer and she gets to feel you up like you don't know eachother. Imagine you're relaxing, laying on a rock a little further out from the beach, in the deeper waters, with your eyes closed against the warm sun when something tubular and slimy prods and slips around the confines of your bikini bottoms- enough creeping over you lips. Because she's lubed up quite enough from being underwater and you've been slowly getting wetter and wetter waiting on her, it doesn't take long at all before one fat tentacle is pumping into and massaging your meaty walls, your back arched up, your shaking hands gripping at the rock and the towel beneath you and your moans muffled by the second tentacle gripping and squeezing around your mouth. Your orgasm is silent, explosive, and Ursula promises more later before disappearing back into the depths of the sea..

CYBUG KING CANDY FUCKS LIKE A DAMN RABBIT. Any time and anywhere- you are his mate and sometimes he wants you so bad that he drools... Luckily for him- he's so ginormous that you couldn't get away from him even if you wanted to. So he has you. And he can take you and shove his huge, seemingly eternally hard cock into your tiny perfect hole whenever he pleases- which is very very often. Also every time he mates with you, the intent is to breed, to make a horde of little him's and you's, because you're just so perfect and he loves you and- godddddddddddddddd he wants you so bad. Lay down gum drop, he needs you again now~

Like with Sinbad, Eris makes it no secret that she wants you. It probably wouldn't change her intent to use you and probably ruin your life for some chaos~~ But if you wanted to, she would happily spend a night with you. Unlike Sinbad? You go for it. Her mouth tastes sweet like ambrosia and she kisses deeply, stroking your tongue almost soothingly... before she edges you for hours, denying your orgasm until you cry for her. She's the goddess of chaos, cutie... what'd you expect? She's going to destroy you.

Oh my goodness, Syndrome is such a dick. He has you, his assistant and lover, going about business (At MEETINGS, with important potential BUYERS) with a powerful vibrator inside you that he has the remote for in his pocket. Most of the day its on, but on a lower mode, just steadily turning you on and making you sensitive so when other people ask you for things they find that you act... really nervous, and awkward. They figure its just nerves, though. Syndrome'll turn it up so you're dangerously close to just cumming on the spot when he asks you for something and you'll feel his eyes and smug smirk on you as you go to do that thing, legs shaking and just desperately trying to control yourself. And no- you cant go to the bathroom. This is very important meeting, Y/N. Damn.

Steelbeak LOVES dumbification. Just making you as cock-drunk (1) as fucking possible so he's the smart one, for once. And he's a big guy- so he can absolutely plow you until you're absolute mush. Definitely takes advantage of that, because he just Loves having you whine and not even be able to answer the simplest of questions as he slows down again to a terribly maddening speed and tucks some hair behind your ear- like what's four plus four baby??... What's our address?? Sugar, where we at right now? ... What time is it? ... Heh, no baby that's so wrong! He'll chuckle, when all you can manage is to beg him and call his name, squeezing tight around him. With you grinding against him and clenching him so freaken good he wont be able to hold off from giving you what you want for too long, but- It gives him such a trip and makes him so happy while it lasts. So when he gives you that look at the end of the day... you know you're in for a long night.

On how Smartass listens to Greasy a whole lot more then anyone thought: You thought being with the gangster was going to pretty boring; You know, vanilla. You would get undressed, you'd kiss, he'd get off and you would fake it. But... good lord, you haven't even managed to get all your clothes off and you've already had an orgasm?? And he's not done???? Smartass knows exactly where the erogenous zones are and abuses them relentlessly. He's not gentle, of course, he touches your skin roughly and sneers in your face- but good god the way he uses his tongue is downright disgusting. In a textbook way, because he's not a big fuckboy and he just knows this stuff in theory- but fuck! it works.

Kaa... well I think you know where we're going with this one. You know we had to discuss it. Kaa and Hypnotism~~ Whether you're going into it having asked him for it, having wandered into the depths of the jungle in search for him, or you're just a poor~ unfortunate~ lost soul that accidentally found yourself in his coils- you will be totally at his mercy. This snake has a dark, dirty, demented mind despite the gentle sound of his voice, and he'll have plenty of creative ideas for what you can do for him: Starting with bending over at the waist to pick some flowers for him like a sweetheart while he 'watches over you'~ to holding your own legs open nice and wide for him~

Shere. Khan's. Voice. He knows what his voice does to you, and he definitely abuses the advantage. He loves to prowl up silently behind you when your attentions are preoccupied and speak directly into your ear- making your squeak, or gasp, or sigh. Its just adorable. He also talks a lot during your private times~ together; Giving you directions, like- raise your behind, darling., Open your mouth, would you~ , and Take a walk, darling... lets see if you struggle at all. If not... well we aren't finished with each other, are we?

Imagine being the only other Larger Sized One of the alien species on moron mountain- this is because of evolution. And it means that you're supposed to be sacrificed married to Swackhammer. Become his partner. Now, imagine your wedding night. You don't know him very well, you've barley spent any real time with him... and he's peeling away your clothes and touching you like he owns you. Like you're his. He smokes in your face, too, and presses his mouth to your skin greedily, licking up and tasting you. And yet... you find yourself keening into him, arching your back towards him, moaning into his mouth... is this biology, or do you like this gross old man???

You're a sacrifice to Shan Yu from the people in a village who desperately want to be safe. So they take you from your bed one night, and throw you out into the snow before him in just your sleep-wear. You willingly, though, go with him when he flashes a dark smirk down. You willingly sleep in the same tent as him. And you willingly allow him to take you inside it every night, moaning loud enough to keep the other men awake. Since you were a virgin when you were given over, you know only the pleasures that he can provide to you and you know that makes you the naïve, sweet, innocent one of the group of men around you everyday, and you do get teased (And desired. Coveted. Watched). But when Shan Yu has you moaning like a very common whore in the nights, his mouth worshipping your cunt/cock or his powerful manhood grinding against you- you cant bring yourself to give a fuck.

Oh my lord- Step Mother Queen Narissa!! Your father is a King, and she married him to develop her wealth and power, but you're the one that truly intrigued her. You reminded her of herself, when she was younger... prettier... untouched. Well... mostly untouched. Her fingers are buried inside you/curled firmly around you most every night, but... that's just a little fun between the two of you.

Prince John for sure has a finger sucking kink, for sure. Just tuck your thumb over his bottom teeth while you stroke him down there, or offer your pinky to him while your other slips under his tunic, or have him clean up all your fingers after he made a mess of them. He's quite good at it.

Oogie Boogie and manhandling!!! Yes!!! I've read stuff with this before but I love it. He throws you around like a sack of potatoes! Wrapping his canvas arm around your wrist or your waist and tugging you in quite suddenly against him, shoving you down onto that table so he can 'assess' you~, dragging you to him from across the floor or that table by your leg, grabbing you and twirling you back to him as if its all just a game... Anything to keep you close, keep his face and his chuckles against your neck, his 'hand' pressed against your hot as fuck crotch.

(... yeahhh that pun may have been intended)

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cerastes · 3 days

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quackityposting · 3 months

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alien-hybreed · 2 months

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LIZARD BRAIN

A lab experiment gone horribly wrong, a man transformed into a reptilian monster, has Earth's mightiest hero finally met her match? In a way... yes, she will...

In her attempt to subdue the reptilian monster trashing Downtown, it is instead Captain Meteor who finds herself subdued. Awaking in the creature's nest, she finds herself at it's mercy as her body starts to change and her mind begins to break...

The fractures spreading across the glass containment window let out a low hiss, the thick, bright green goo on the other side pressing against it with unnatural force. The lone lab technician was too slow to react, not hearing it until the glass began to creak and shift. He turned around, opening his mouth to scream. But it all happened so fast.

With an ear-splitting snap and crash, the windows gave way. The thick gunge it had contained rolled forwards with the speed and force of a tidal wave. With no time to react, he was engulfed. Thick goo poured down his gaping mouth, pressed against him from every angle. He couldn't scream, couldn't move, hapless as he was swept away.

When the wave of goo finally ran its course, the lab was drenched. Walls and tables splattered with it, the floor was ankle deep in the pulsating fluid that glowed with an unnatural bio-luminesence. Amidst the sea of gunge lay the lab tech, coughing, hacking and convulsing as the slime spread through his entire body. His eyes rolled and his breath wheezed as he began to glow from within. Fingers twitched as they lengthened into enormous claws, diamond-hard talons erupting from his finger tips as his fingernails and skin peeled away.

He gurgled and wretched as he fought to expel the slime from his stomach and throat but to no avail. His insides felt like they were in a blender as his muscles began to rapidly expand. Slowly pulling himself up onto his knees, he rasped as his teeth began falling from his open mouth. His tongue writhed and squirmed as it grew longer, dancing across the rows of fangs sprouting from his gums.

It was all happening so fast, he could hardly think. His mind raced and yet he couldn't remember his name, where he was, how this happened. He was confused and alone, so alone. With a howl of despair, he clawed at his chest, pulling ragged chunks of flesh and clothing aside to reveal bright green reptilian skin taking its place. His howl turned to a roar as he threw his head back and let his new voice go as loud as it good, his cool blue eyes shifting to bright yellow with vertical slits for irises. He was so alone and that had to change...

* * *

"Mayday, mayday! This is Paladin to all supers, calling all supers! We've got a category 3 monster on the loose in Downtown! Calling all -"

Paladin was abruptly cut off as the creature's enormous tail whipped through the air and flung him aside. Paladin heard the shop windows crash as his world tumbled around. His visor blinked on and off as his suit struggled to maintain power through multiple impacts. He was almost certainly concussed as he struggled out from under the jumble of shelves and clothing racks. Several screaming shoppers fled past him towards the exits. His armour whirred and screeched in protest, at least several major connections and servos were damaged or jamming - prompting dozens of lights to blink on his HUD as they highlighted his damages.

"I-I say again, all supers, please respond. Beware, our Dino Destroyer hits worse than a fucking truck, jeezus" he continued as he broke into a run.

"Language, Paladin!" Chirped his plucky side kick as they rolled under a wide sweep of the creature's talons.

"This could be a baby for all you know. And here you are teaching it bad habits"

Paladin didn't like it when Turbo started to crack jokes. Not because they were terribly lame, but because it meant they were panicking. Their super speed meant that at first they were doing an excellent job of dodging the giant reptile's strikes. Much better than Paladin who had evidently placed too much faith in his silver exo-suit. However Turbo lacked the strength to effectively counter the creature. And with a superhuman speed and metabolism like theirs, Paladin knew they had about a minute before the young hero would become exhausted, start slipping up and would likely be torn apart.

Paladin fired his rocket boots and launched into a high speed, flying kick that caught the beast in the side of its head. With a shriek, the creature sailed into a parked car, crushing it on impact. Paladin hadn't banked on the creature having next to no pain response. It was already back on its feet, its arm swinging through the air to punch Paladin square in the chest. He dropped to the ground with a loud clang, more armour cracking and straining. Turbo tried to intercept as the beast swung its fists down at Paladin, yet at the last minute, the creature changed directions and instead slashed at the speedster.

Impossible! It can't be as fast as me! Thought turbo as the Claw tips tore through their bodysuit and sliced their thigh open, sending them head over heels as they skidded along the street before crashing in a heap. All hope seemed lost.

Then, a meteor blazed across the midday sky before arcing down towards the creature. She was here now and he almost pitied their foe.

* * *

Hayley arrived just in time to see the Godzilla looking thing take out Turbo. Everybody's favourite junior vigilante, crashing in a heap and bleeding out. She wasn't about to stand for this rampage anyway, but hurting Paladin's sidekick? Now it was personal for Captain Meteor.

Flames wreathed her elbow length black gloves as she dove towards the creature like a professional swimmer. Her lithe body cutting through the air as she flew effortlessly down towards them. Despite what her glossy, black bathing suit and thigh high boots would suggest, she wad anything but delicate. Imbued with cosmic powers from a fallen star, her body was impervious to harm and stronger than any other hero in the world. Behind her black masquerade mask, her eyes blazed with golden light as her energy powers charged to their full potential.

"OPEN WIDE!" cried the noble hero as she crashed into the bipedal lizard with a resounding boom. An explosion erupted around them as she punched the creature with enough force to knock a hole through it's muscular chest.

The beast stumbled back, keeling over as it rasped its surprise and dismay. Captain Meteor made a wry smile for those hanging around the fight as she playfully dusted her shoulders. It was always important to maintain her daring, playful facade. Internally, Hayley was panicking for Turbo's sake.

"How's our superstar, Paladin?" She called out as she began strutting towards them before hopping to glide faster through the air. Keep it together Hayley. Grace under pressure, Captain Meteor is nothing but grace under pressure. She thought to herself. To her relief, Paladin was already at Turbo's side, staunching the bleeding with one of his suit's many gadgets.

"You know us ma'am, takes more than that to put us down"

Where she could see his exposed mouth beneath his visor, his smile looked painfully forced.

"You sure about that, Robocop?" She teased with a nervous chuckle, keeping the act going.

"Thanks to you Cap. If you didn't get here when you did-"

Hayley never heard the rest of what the Tech Genius tried to say. Her world was spinning as she whizzed through the air, ground rushing up to meet her and an agonised screech bellowing in her ear. While she'd had her attention elsewhere, she hadn't seen the reptile's chest rapidly stitch itself back together. Or the creature swiftly pull itself upright and bound towards her.

The ground around them ruptured as it slaved her onto the ground with a pile driver that would have shattered every bone in a human body. But Hayley was barely human these days.

With a defiant cry and a sharp kick at its head, she was back on her feet, fists raised like the skilful boxer she was. The creature lurched forwards, knocking her back a couple of feet as it connected with her. Quickly recovering, she lunged back towards it, fists swinging in a flurry of jabs. Swiftly stepping back, the creature dodged all but two blows that caught it in chest and shoulder. It hissed loudly as bones crunched before it lashed out at her in the middle of her strike.

Claws raked across her costume as it spun, it's tail whipping down at her from overhead. Captain Meteor caught the tail mid swing and with a combination of her super strength and an expert judo throw, launched the creature down the length of the street. Wasting no time, she flew after it, a Sonic boom cracking as she went from stationary to breaking the sound barrier in an instant. Hitting the creature mid air, she sent it flying further down the street. They'd almost crossed the length of downtown when she came to a stop, hovering in the air above the creature.

It lay still beneath her as her eyes scoured it, taking in every last detail of the creature. Besides its dinosaur-like face and its huge tail, it's chest and limbs almost seemed... human. Looking closer, she could see an enormous human cock and balls between its legs, blushing as she tried not to stare. Though, oddly, she could have sworn the creature wasn't much bigger than Paladin when she first hit it. Now it was almost the size of a car...

"We done now?" she teased at the motionless brute, flames flickering into life around her clenched fists "or do you want some more of this?"

"Mooooore... want... more... thissss" rasped the creature.

Captain Meteor raised an eyebrow as well as a Fist, threatening to strike. What on earth is this thing's deal? Thought Hayley. It can talk? If this was some sort of lab experiment gone wrong, could it be part human?

"You really don't." She snarled, the flames around her fist beginning to glow white hot as she attempted to threaten the beast into submission. The creature looked up at her, its amber eyes blazing with an animalistic intensity. There was need, hunger... want.

"Your funeral" mumbled the heroine with a nonchalant shrug. As she went to swing, the creature planted its feet firmly in the ground, arched its back and lowered its jaws. She raced towards it, fist first, when a great gout of fluoro green slime vomited forth, spraying her head and body. With a muffled shriek, Captain Meteor tumbled to the ground, stumbling forward as she struggled to pull the sticky ooze from her face.

Pain lanced through her neck as fangs pierced her suit and skin. Impossible! She thought as a cold wave of numbness washes through her. Spreading out from the bite, all sensation seemed to be abandoning her as her arms went limp. Her mouth hung agape, choking and sputtering on the slime as if it were actually trying to flow down her throat. Her knees went weak and as her world went dark, she felt a pair of talons close around her midriff, picking her up with ease...

* * *

Hayley was vaguely aware of her surroundings as her eyes flickered open. They were somewhere dark. All around her she could hear the echo of thick droplets of slime and a sickly wet sloshing. Her arms and legs felt like lead as she struggled to get any feeling in her fingers and toes.

Instead, the first thing she could feel was cool air on her exposed skin and hot breath against her crotch. Two enormous, taloned hands firmly gripped her by the waist as something long and warm flicked against her mons. She tried to cry out, but all that came from her throat was a low whimper as the tongue roamed gently between her folds. Despite how groggy she was, she was keenly aware what was happening to her. With a huff of warm air, the reptile sharply exhaled as it tasted her. It's talons gripping a little tighter as it slowly began working its tongue deeper as it slid back and forth. Hayley wanted to scream, she wanted to cry. Most of all she wanted to fight. Yet, every inch of her felt so heavy and unresponsive. Everything but her vagina which seemed to loosen and quiver with anticipation despite her own revulsion.

This continued for several minutes as the long, warm tongue gently lolled back and forth inside her. Hot drool dripped across her crotch from the creature's maw as it salivated profusely. Hayley shuddered as it probed against her inner walls, arching up towards her clit before plunging back down. Had its bite paralysed her like this? Or was it the slime she'd ingested when it spat at her? Whichever it was, it had left her feeble like nothing she had ever known. She couldn't even muster a spark of energy no matter how hard she tried to. The creature's affection was not helping either. The longer it licked, the closer it was straying towards her g-spot, eliciting involuntary grunts and moans from the stricken superheroine. This seemed to only encourage the beast as its grip on her grew tighter and its tongue began press solely against her clit.

Hayley wanted to scream, to spurn and reject the creature, if anything just to hear herself say she didn't want this. She needed to hear herself say this was wrong. Instead, an involuntary sigh escaped her as she began to arch her back. The only movement she could muster and it had to be this? She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else, the other supers would rescue her soon... surely. Yet, her mind kept drifting back to the tongue. Her jaw quivered as it continued to work its vile magic against her insides. There was no denying the sensation building in her loins, the quickening of her heart, the shallowness of her breaths. Orgasm. It was building her up, making her cum.

She tried to shake her head. To focus on literally anything else. But the rough tongue dragging against her... the warmth... how slick she was with its drool and her own juices. It was too much and the creature knew it. It's grip tightened even more, it tongue began working faster as Hayley began to pant and moan.

"N..nnnn.... ungh. No. Nooo..." She rasped as the organs peaked. A terrible wave of pleasure rolled through her as she felt the creature's tongue take her to a dizzying, forbidden high. It's hands released her, its tongue slid free and yet she continued to gasp and shudder as her nerves were racked with pleasurable sensation. Yet she was still completely immobile, her limbs partly submerged and great clumps of fluorescent ooze.

As her breath began to slow, she opened her eyes to see the creature looming directly above her. Those hungry amber eyes boring into hers as it stared intently. It's taloned hand gently slid around her waist while the other pulled the crotch her suit to the side once again. She could see its massive cock had swollen, erect, throbbing, dripping with fluorescent slime. The horrifying realisation of how it produced the gooey nest she was trapped it in, began to dawn on Hayley as it rested the tip of its cock against her vulva and pushed...

* * * He loved her. Already he loved her, would do anything for her. Anything to please her, to satisfy her.

"N... nooo... s-s-top..." mewed Captain Meteor as his cock effortlessly slid into her warm, soft depths. Anything but that. She didn't understand. Not yet. But she would. Then she would love him. He didn't know how, but he knew this was fact. He growled softly as he slowly pulled his hips back.

"Ah.. ah... ahhh..." she gasped as the bumps and ribbing along his shaft tugged at her insides, her hips bucking up a little as if to try and keep him inside her. That simple little action made his heart swell. With a low snarl, he pressed back into her. Again and again, rocking back and forth as her moans and sighs turned to louder and louder groans.

Releasing his fingers from her suit, he traced the tips of his claws along her cheek and neck. Gently caressing her soft, pale skin as he rutted against her. She squirmed within her bonds, trying desperately to move. It made her breasts strain against the shiny black material of her suit in a manner he found utterly captivating. Leaning down, he ran his tongue over the sleek curve of her bosom. Again, she subconsciously bucked up towards him, sticking her chest out as if to offer her luscious mounds to him.

He growled and gently dragged his teeth against her right breast until he felt the suit snag and tear. Captain Meteor gasped and made a guttural sound as if to plead. Beg him to stop or to absolutely keep doing that? He loved her and she would love him if she didn't already... with that in mind, he slithered his tongue into the tear and began exploring her breast with it.

Captain Meteor whimpered as his tongue slid across the fleshy mound. He delighted St the sensation of her warm, smooth skin against the roughness of his tongue. He salivated, dripping thick strands of slime that his tongue used as lubricant, allowing it to glide and squeeze. All the while, his cock pistoned back and forth against her with gradually increasing speed and force. She sharply inhaled when his tongue found her nipple. He liked the way her face contorted into an ecstatic gasp when he did that. So he did it again and again until she was shaking her head from side to side, groaning softly. He could see a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as her eyebrows began to raise.

Her mouth wide open, gasping as her eyes began to widen. He had her again. She was orgasming from his actions, exactly like his instincts had compelled him to. Her shoulders tensed as her back arched, her hips slapping against his as she gyrated against her will. With a toothy, lipless smile he released her tit and grinned at her. Taking a moment to pause his own thrusting, he savoured the way her cunt clutched at his pulsating member. He felt his shaft lengthening inside her as his muscles began to swell. He was still growing, still changing. It was as if her pleasure was spurring him on, hastening his evolution so that he might be a better mate.

He closed his eyes and roared as he felt a line of bones begin sprouting from his spine. Captain Meteor collapsed, sinking into her gooey surroundings as he pulled his cock free from her. She gasped as the enormous pulsing cock slid out with a wet squelch. She stared at it with morbid fascination as thick trails of bright green cum dribbled from its tip.

"Wwwwant some mmmmore...?" he snarled "Unnn. Ugh... mmmmhm" moaned Captain Meteor with a wry smile "hehe.. cummmm..." she whispered. With a hiss, he obliged. Thick ropes of bright green cum surged from his cock, spraying across the fallen heroine like a fire hose. Without even realising, she ley her mouth hang open, gulping at the mysterious substance as she slipped into unconsciousness.

With a happy snort, he began to stoke her face and body as he eagerly awaited her recovery...

* * *

Hayley felt her insides churn as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything felt hazy, off-balance. Her vision was spinning as if she was massively drunk. A sensation she hadn't felt since her college days, since the crater, the comet and the night she became...what was it she called herself again? Looking down at herself, her forehead creased as she frowned and groaned. Her nightmare had been all too real.

Her black body suit was streaked with thick, green ooze that glowed and pulsed as if it had a heartbeat. The same slime seemed to have caked her forearms and shins to hold her in place. Her right breast protruded awkwardly from a great rip in her suit and the crotch of the shiny, single-piece outfit was still pulled to the side, exposing her vagina completely.

Fear and anger welled up inside her as she again failed to budge her arms or conjure even the tiniest spark.of energy. Her head lolled from side to side as she murmured to herself.

"Noooo... no... can't be real... can't be happennn"

At that, a large taloned finger caressed her chin, tilting her head up to meet the Gaze of her captor. Her heart began to thud rapidly in her chest. As her gaze was steered from his waist to his face, she couldn't help but notice how much he'd changed. He was bigger again, broader, longer in the arms, thicker in the legs. His tail thrashed behind him almost twice as long now. Curiously, his cock and balls had almost completely retracted into a large bulge on his crotch that she caught herself trying to stare at. Was that bigger too? She thought to herself, recalling the reluctant pleasure she'd basked in not long ago. She was trying so hard to collect her thoughts, to steady herself, yet the cool air blowing across her exposed skin made her keenly aware of how empty her pussy felt without that thing inside of it. The more she tried not to dwell on it, the more vividly she recalled its warmth, its movement, how filling and pleasing it had felt at the height of her climax...

The creature made a low humming sound as it nuzzled her cheek. Hayley barely noticed she'd started to drool, her eyes glazing over.

"W-www... want..." she whispered through her quivering lips. The creature looked down at their bodies, tracing her stare back to its crotch. It's other hand moved to caress her thigh, gently tugging it across to spread her legs. Hayley coughed and swayed, involuntarily grinning like an idiot as she watched the bulge split open. The creature's cock was slithering out, bumpier, longer than before. As was the second cock below it. Hayley's eyes widened.

"Ohhh no. Not like that. Nnnot... no... t-t-too m-much..." she stammered as the creature held her hips in place, gently guiding her vulva to the tips of the throbbing cocks. Hayley shuddered and drooled as they bega writhing their way into her slit. Had been long since it first fucked her? She still felt moist, slick, eager.

"Oohhh... uhh uhhh unnh..." she grunted as the cocks prised her apart and pressed into her.

"Mmmm maybe... mmm be wwwant..." she slurred ad she felt the euphoric haze gripping her once again. Stronger this time, drowning out every other thought or need. She couldn't remember why she was resisting, it felt glorious, she wanted nothing else but to climax her way through the strange brain fog clouding her mind.

Slowly at first, her hips rolled back and forth, gyrating against the reptilian cocks embedded in her. She breathed out heavily as the creature slid its tongue over and around her neck. Leaning into it, she rested her head against the creature's snout. Puffing and panting, she watched the creature's body undulating as it relentlessly pounded her snatch. The way it's abdominal muscles flexed, it's thighs bulged, it's movements so firm and steady with each stroke. It was captivating, transfixing even.

"Cu... cu... mmmmm... mmm" she crooned softly as she watched the cocks pulsing inside her. She shivered as she felt them stretching her inner walls, straining her physical limits as they pushed deep and grew harder, thicker. Her upper body quivered as the creature slid down to suck her tit once more.

"Mmm... cummmm..." she groaned as she let her head flop backwards. The squelching sound of her hair pressing into her gooey surroundings made her chuckle as the creature flicked its tongue across her exposed nipple. One of its hands was massaging her left boob, slowly clawing its way through the suit on that side. She couldn't help but smile.

"Mmmm... mm yeah, yeah that's... unnnh" she felt like she was listening to someone else as she murmured her encouragement to her captor. Surely she didn't really want this did she? The creature seemed to be bigger again, its bony spine longer, its skin darker as it began to violently slam its hips against her. Hayley pushed back as hard as she could. She shrieked as she felt her insides squeezing at the monster's cocks. She howled with ecstasy as they pulled free, spewing torrents of bright green cum across her once again. She cackled like a mad woman as she leaned forward to catch it in her mouth. Her long, luscious auburn hair hanging in matted clumps from her head, her face streaked with inhuman cum as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body shuddered and she fell back in an exhausted heap.

Several moments passed and Hayley began to feel her headache subsiding as her post-orgasm rush began to clear. Her vision was steadying, her limbs were still numb, but she could think, she could remember...

"Oh... ohhh oh God!?" She exclaimed in horror as the realisation sank in that she'd willingly fucked her captor this time.

"God, oh jesus, shit. Fuck!? What have you done to me!?" She gasped as she recoiled from the sight of her torn up costume and its extensive coating of gooey cum. If she could pull away from the giant reptile, she would have. Instead she was trapped with its arms around her waist as it nuzzled her neck. "Wannnnt..." it hissed in a low, almost loving whisper.

"Want!? What do you want with me!?!?" Cried the defiant superhero. She noticed it's eye seemed to stare intently at her hand as it gently pressed its snout to her neck as if to kiss her.

Hayley looked at her hand protruding from the ooze. Her shiny black gloves had torn at the fingertips, exposing her long fingers covered in bright green scales and the long claws extending from them. With all her might, Hayley screamed.

* * *

It hurt him to see his love so confused and agonised. Her wails and sobbing cries were distressing, he needed to help her. She needed to be pleased, to be satisfied. Otherwise her transformation would be a needlessly painful process if it was like this the whole time.

Cupping her cheeks in his enormous palms, he tilted her head back and pressed his mouth to hers. She gagged and wretched at first, trying to use her tongue to keep him out of her mouth. Ultimately it was futile. His longer organ was too powerful for her as it whipped around inside her mouth. He could see her new claws flexing and twitching as she slowly submitted to his will, the taste of his saliva making her eyes glaze over as she began to stop squirming.

Groans of protest became groans of pleasure once again as his hands began exploring her body, caressing her sides, squeezing her tits. When he finally broke away to take a deep breath, she was puffing and panting like an animal in heat. The rise and fall of her chest, the strain in her biceps and thighs, it was a beautiful thing to behold. Her skin was even more pasty white than before, covered in beads of cold sweat. The thought of seeing this body covered in scales, her muscles swollen and extended like his. It would have made him blush and sweat if he was able to.

"Mmm mooore..." purred Captain Meteor with the hint of a snarl in her voice. She was staring at his rapidly swelling cocks as they grew erect at the thought of her impending transformation.

"Yessss..." she rasped as he stood tall, bringing his cocks close to her face.

"Cummmm... mmmmorecu-cum..." she continued. Her left eye had already lightened from brown to yellow, faint hits of scales poking at her cheek. He smiled, knowing in his heart she truly wanted this like he did. As if daring her to prove it, he reverently laid his cocks against her lips.

Captain Meteor inhaled deeply, clearly drinking in his scent. She drooled as she laid inert, her jaw quivering. Sensing that she needed his encouragement, he gently placed a clawed hand on the back of her head and pushed. She moaned as his lower cock slid down her throat. What followed was nothing short of primal as she hungrily licked, sucked and deep-throated the large, ribbed shaft. Slowly at first, but within minutes the disgraced heroine was enthusiastically bobbing back and forth while her captor beamed down at her, his fangs bared in a toothy smile.

As if recalling something from his past, the reptile felt compelled to grip his upper punishment, gently stroking his palm up and down its shaft. Captain Meteor seemed to enjoy that, moaning with glee at the sight of her captor touching himself like that for her. Seeing how it pleased his love, the reptile stroked with greater vigour. He hissed with glee at the sight of her tits bouncing as she stuck her chest out. With a delighted rasp, he could feel more of his slimy cum building up in both cocks, any minute now he would cum again.

"Wannnnnt..." he hissed and snarled "waaaa-" he was cut off as he gasped for air, both cocks spasmed and convulsed as a fresh stream of cum broke free. He watched with rapturous intensity as his love greedily sucked on his cock, closing her eyes as his upper cock sprayed her face with the viscous liquid.

Skin was peeling from her arms and thighs as scales began to surface, smoother and finer than his, yet unmistakable. Her shoulders were already wider, her boots cracking open to reveal her swollen, clawed feet. As he pulled his cock from her mouth, she hissed and moaned, writhing in her position as his cum washed over her. When she opened her eyes, two bright yellow reptilian orbs stared back at him with a barely contained carnal desire. Captain Meteor was gone, she was something else entirely now...

* * *

Hayley snarled as yet another tooth wriggled free, a long fang jutting from her gum in its place. She hissed as she leaned back, straining her arms and legs as she writhed and squirmed. Her back was in agony. Her head was pounding. She had to get out. Had to be free. Her lover had been gone too long and she hadn't stopped thinking of his cocks since she'd sucked on them. She needed to taste his cum, to have him fill her, to feel that rush. She needed... escape.

Roaring and snarling she felt her spine clicking and crunching. New vertebrae were forming to elongate her torso and she'd heard her costume rip at least twice. She remembered watching spines grow from her lover's back while he came on her and she growled at the thought. Was it a happy growl? One of desire? Or was some part of her still trying to resist. She wanted this didn't she? Isn't that why she gave herself to him so eagerly? So completely?

She hissed as her arms grew longer, thicker. Her claws were as big as his now. Her feet were longer, slimmer but still sported tremendous claws. She bucked her hips against the air as she fantasised about having his cocks pounding in there one again. Her vulva had swollen, becoming scaly, its inside full of thick ridges that would interlock with the bumps on her lover's cocks. Next time, he would stay in her for as long as she desired. So why did looking at her crotch make her feel so... conflicted? Why couldn't she shake the feeling it was supposed to be different? That she was supposed to be different?

Hayley huffed and growled as her eyelids fluttered, she was feeling weak again. The exertion of trying to break free was almost too much on top of her rapidly transforming body. With a frustrated rasp, she collapses back into her slimy surroundings to rest. Her chest rising and falling with each deep breath she took.

The tears in what remained of her suit were getting bigger as her body continued to grow. Every inch of her itched as her pale skin quickly peeled away to reveal more of her scaly hide. Thick bristles were sprouting from her head and forearms while clumps of hair fell out and disappeared into the pulsing mass of slime. She growled low and long as she gritted her teeth through each click and snap of her bones. Her jaws hung open as her chin and nose slowly extended into a reptilian snout, her mask tumbling to the ground after wiggling free from her monstrous face.

"Cummmmm" she snarled, hungrily licking her lipless maw. She needed him. To taste him, to feel him. Nothing else mattered.

"Cu-cummmm... wannnnt" she hissed as she pulled her arms. To her surprise, her new muscles were responsive, her arms slowly tearing free from their bonds with a wet slop. One foot in front of the other, she pulled her legs free, wobbling on them at first. Gingerly, she stepped forward, her toes splaying outwards to support her as she found her balance. Hunched over and trembling at first, she sighed with relief as the tattered costume of Captain Meteor slid from her reptilian body. Arching her spine, she threw her head back and roared with triumph. A proud declaration to the world of what she was as well as plea to her lover wherever he might be...

* * *

He came bounding back to the basement as soon as he heard her. When she slept, he took the opportunity to further prepare their nest. Tipping over shelves and desks in the office to bar the doors and creating mounds from chairs and similar items for him and his lover to nestle in. But her roar, her summons, oh what sweet music that was to him. He had never heard a more wonderful sound. He couldn't wait to behold her glorious new form.

Sure enough, he felt his stomach and his heart quicken when he laid eyes upon her. She was enormous, easily twice her original height. Her arms and legs were lithe, slender, yet her muscles rippled with each movement, their definition impossibly sharp. Without a tail like his, yet her spines seemed longer, more pronounced and pulsing with amber light. Her teeth bared as her tongue flicked the air, her hands flexing their talons as she sized him up.

A flicker of energy sparked and crackled around her arms as she cautiously began to circle him. The long quills that had taken the place of her hair flared out in a warning display as she hissed. Her chest was moving rapidly, her breaths were shallow anxious. Her transformation wasn't yet complete, a final defiant sliver of her old self remained, trying to wrest control of her consciousness. She needed to be shown that he was her love, to be reminded she wanted this.

Slowly, he moved onto all fours, carefully circling her as he bowed his head. As they orbited one another, he gradually crept closer, closing the gap between them. Realising this, she hissed and snarled at him, the energy around her hands erupting into golden flames as she snapped her jaws and growled. Her eyes roamed his body and her breathing seemed to steady as she took in the sight of her lover. Cautiously she stepped forward. The flames around her hands sputtering out as she reached out to lay her hands on his shoulders.

With a low purr, he rose to his feet, his left hand cupping her cheek while his right rested on the rump of her ass. Her hands crossed behind his neck as their eyes met. There were no words, they had little need of them. In one another's eyes they saw everything they needed to see. Love. Adoration. Trust.

Need.

With a snarl, she leapt up to put her legs around his thighs. His mouth went to her throat and his cocks ploughed straight into her slit. They both roared and howled as they began to rut, their claws groping one another with savage, wanton need. Their jaws playfully snapped at one another, their long tongues tracing lines of green drool across the grooves in the scales on one another's bodies. She roared with glee as her hips slammed against his while he clutched at her ass, all but impaling her on his twin cocks.

Growling with excitement, he dropped to the ground, slamming her onto her back with a gleeful roar. Hissing with delight as gravity took him deeper into her, she stretched out across the ground, basking in her lover's affection as he gently nipped at her neck and squeezed her tits. She groaned happily as she bucked her hips back and forth, her vagina squeezing at his cocks with an inhuman level of strength and vigour. With a gasp, his right claw clutched at the ground beneath while he pressed her close to his body with his left. The sensation of her enveloping him, draining him, it was pure ecstasy.

She braced her claws against his shoulders as her legs clasped around his waist, crossing behind his back. It was his turn to completely submit to instinct now. It was like a switch in his brain had flipped, dropping him into a near-catatonic state. As the walls of his lover's vagina throbbed around his cocks, he felt his mind numbing, all thought and awareness left his brain until there was only the need for release and the blissful sensation of fucking. The irises of his eyes widened, his breathing becoming shallow and ragged as he became slaved to the sensation. As if hypnotised, his shoulders relaxed as his hips settled into a near mechanical rhythm, tongue lolling from his drooling mouth.

Beneath him, she smiled and growled, willing her pussy to squeeze tighter. She would keep him here like this a while longer, she would extract every ounce of pleasure she could before she would drain him of his precious load. In his trance-like state, he was powerless to do anything but serve her. For several long minutes he rocked back and forth inside her, his mind blank and his body unrelenting.

* * *

Hayley traced her claws along his jaw as she took him, moaning with delight as both his cocks reached as deep as they could. Her insides were squirming with delight as her mind began to grow hazy like that of her lover. She wanted control, to keep him like this. But she needed to cum, she needed it more than anything. Slowly her body began to tense as she felt her mind giving way to instinct once more.

Until now, she had been squeezing his cocks so tight that it had prevented him from cumming inside her sooner. But as her mind began slipping into blissful numbness, she felt her hold on him relax just enough to permit him his climax. She was too deep in her own lustful stupor to want or think of anything but draining him. It was as if every cell, every chemical rush in her reptilian body yearned for it as if it were air. She growled and thrashed beneath him as her senses overwhelmed her. Her spines glowed bright yellow as did her eyes, flames flickered around them both as her colossal enetgy powers began to uncontrollably vent.

Gasping and squealing, she slammed her pussy up against his shafts, her entire abdomen undulating as her body compelled her to drain him. To take his seed. To bear his young. He chittered and screeched, his back arching as his spines glowed bright green. With a final ecstatic grunt, she felt him, all of him, pouring into her. He roared with grpund-shaking force as he felt his cum releasing inside her. Snapping out of his hypnotic daze, he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tightly as he groped at her back.

Hayley threw her head back and howled with delight as her body continued its undulating, grinding movements. She could feel it all so keenly. The warmth, the movement, the fluids flowing into her womb and how rapidly it was filling. Her eyes blazed white hot as she let out a final shriek, her body going limp as the cocks continued to pulse and pump. For what felt like an hour, she lay there, motionless and moaning softly as her lover continued to pump an impossible amount of cum into her while they both drifted off into the most blissful slumber either of them had ever known...

* * *

Sureshot squinted as she tried to make out anything further down the stairwell. Her shortbow held in front of her, arrow knocked and ready.

"Still no queen on the chessboard, Paladin" she whispered into the mic on the collar of her purple lycra suit.

"Keep sweeping the area, this building is the last place anyone saw our reptilian friend and he was carrying Cap." Replied a dour Paladin over the comm. Sureshot knew he blamed himself for letting Captain Meteor try to 1v1 what the 6pm news was calling "The Riptor". Sureshot had tried to assure Paladin that losing the Captain and Turbo being hospitalised was beyond his control. Paladin however, couldn't let it go. Wouldn't let it go, not until he knew Earth's mightiest protector was safe.

"Yeah honestly, only a matter of time until she solo'd the wrong villain..." muttered Sureshot off-mic.

"Y'know she's invulnerable right?" Quipped the archer extraordinare as she descended the stairs to the basement. Paladin replied, but she didn't register what he said. She was too busy gawping at what she found at the bottom of the stairs. Dotted around the room, wreathed in trails of glowing green ooze were dozens of enormous, translucent eggs. Each of them was nearly as long as Sureshot's leg. Inside, she could see reptilian shapes rapidly growing as they writhed and squirmed.

"Paladin... there's... it's a full-blown nest." She stammered into the mic. "I need urgent backup, Paladin. It's about to be a goddam Jurassic Park in here"

"What? How? We'd only seen the one, how'd he manage that?"

Cursed Paladin. As if on cue, Sureshot saw how. Slowly stepping out from a pile of eggs, her shapely hips swaying with her stride... was what could only be described as a big, dinosaur woman. Nearly 18ft tall as she pulled herself upright, her body covered in smooth green scales. Her face completely inhuman, yet her body was slender, busty, almost human save for the scales and the glowing spines jutting from her back. With an angry hiss, her hands burst into bright yellow flames and Sureshot's terrible realisation became so much worse.

"Cap..? H-Hayley?" She stammered, tears welling up in her eyes as she took in the enormity of her best friend's new form. "My god, what did it do to you?" Cried the archer, reluctantly lowering her bow.

There was a terrible snarl behind Sureshot and she barely had a chance to turn around before the screaming began...

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interstellar-elf · 9 months

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The Terrans get Cybertronian mechanimal pets

Twitch: A tiny avianoid that she calls Spizwig Thrash: A turbo fox he likes to carry on the top of his head Hashtag: An army of helio-hamsters Jawbreaker: A mechamoth that JB is overly protective of Nightshade: A nitrotiger that only likes the Terrans

#terrans #earthspark #transformers #transformers earthspark #maccadams

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Also will we have any interactions with Lexa and Clarke’s wolf ? Like at one point Lexa approaches Clarke’s wolf and starts to scratch her ear absently (like when reading a book you know, she still reads but goes to scratch her) and Clarke does the thing dog do with her back leg that jumps around and her eyes go up (you know when you scratch the inside of a dog’s ear how they get ??) and Lexa ends up belly rubbing the shit out of her and Clarke’s full on stretch like a cat to let her rub idk I thought it was funny. Also I imagine the wolf and pups plying like dogs you know ? They look at you like fixed, launch themselves on the ground, ass up and get the zoo lies (head high ass under them to get the turbo activated), idk how to explain it I’ll have to find a TikTok of a dog playing like that but that gets me everytime 😭

Omg, absolutely!

It starts with them in the forest with the pups. Lexa's doing the diplomat thing, speaking with Abby while Clarke's playing with the pack pups. Lex and Abby slowly walk back to the others and find Clarke running back and forth, lowering herself and lunging forward, and zips around and does it again. There's a whole group of them chasing her and then they switch.

When they're done playing, Clarke trots up to Lexa who couldn't be more in love if she tried. And Clarke's like go on, I know you want to run your fingers through my fur. Lexa tried to play it off, like she isn't that interested. But she can't get over how soft Clarke's fur is, especially behind her ears and on her chest. Later, when they're away from prying eyes, Lexa asks if she can pet Clarke. And Clarke's cocky and teases her, but shifts anyway. And Lexa can't get enough. Clarke's so soft and cuddly that our favorite vampire's heart melts. Later, when Lexa's pregnant, Clarke starts curling around her protectively in wolf form as they sleep. And Lexa realizes she sleeps so much better with her big fur all mate, all warm and fuzzy. It continues after the pups are born. But the pups are brown, not gray— almost the same shade as Lexa's hair.

She loves cuddling up with Clarke as a wolf. Rubbing her belly, watching her legs twitch when her fingers get that perfect spot behind the ears or when Clarke dreams. And soon, the pups start cuddling with their nomon in wolf form, because they see her do it with Clarke. Lexa realizes there's no better sight than her big furry family playing or cuddling. And maybe, just maybe, Lexa starts joining the zoomies too.

#t answers stuff #f: whims/winds of fate/destiny #clexa #clexa pups #anon ask

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You’ll Always be My Favorite Ghost

Summary: Snippets of life in the penthouse.Daniel Molloy keeps learning new love languages. Daniel Molloy keeps loving parts of Armand he never really saw coming.

Notes: This is saved in my notes app under the title “The A in Armand stands for autism.” So that’s the vibe here. Show universe, but I borrow liberally from the books (mostly Queen of the Damned). I apparently only know how to write fics about Daniel Molloy shedding his grumpy facade and taking care of these vampires. He’s. A bit smitten here. Primarily Devil’s Minion,but there’s some background Daniel/Louis also. I feel like if you’re already autistic and you become a vampire, you get like. Turbo Autism. Autism Squared. Autism 2: Electric Boogaloo. As a final note, these characters are most likely improbably nice to each other in this fic. But I’m here to chew gum and write self-indulgent fanfiction. And brother, I’m all out of gum.

Warnings: Sensory overload, blood, some brief references to animal death.

Louis no longer sleeps in a coffin, but Armand still does. If you ask him how he knows these two facts, Daniel Molloy will tell you to come back with a warrant.

It makes sense, he supposes. Louis clings to every scrap of humanity he can find, and the king size mattress and the bedside table and the sleek lamp that looks like you need a resume and a cover letter just to touch it are all pieces of the elaborate fiction he has created for his own edification. Armand, on the other hand, may enjoy his human playacting for whatever incomprehensible reason, but he is, fundamentally, a 500 year old monster, and old habits die hard.

That’s his theory, at least.

Of the two options, Daniel prefers the bed. He thinks he does, at least. It feels less eternal. Although, all things considered, ‘eternal’ must be how a coffin is supposed to feel. The first time that he shares this narrow space with another, he has to remind himself that Armand is not a bird-boned, fragile thing. The first time that the coffin lid closes over him, he swallows back a stab of panic at the same second as the vampire whispers, “Do you hear that?”

Daniel listens. Listens with human ears, with old ears. Hears nothing. “No.”

“Exactly,” Armand sighs, nearly a purr. All of him seems to relax at once, until Daniel no longer has to wonder how sculptors find softness in the marble statues they carve. His lover is asleep within seconds. Maybe this is what “sleeping like the dead” means.

It’s too quiet for Daniel’s taste. For some reason he finds himself consumed with thoughts of how he’ll know if the fire alarm suddenly goes off. At first he thinks the only sound he can hear is his own heartbeat. Then he lays his head down and finds he can hear another, in near-perfect sync with his. This stillness and softness is foreign. Armand is typically as taut as a bowstring, a mass of twitches and fidgets, apparently on the verge of shaking apart at any second. But here in the quiet dark—where has he heard that before?—there is something like peace.

Daniel sleeps.

There really is nothing on earth that can prepare you for the experience of entering a room to find someone microwaving your smartphone.

It’s the smell, mostly. Something of smoke, something of metal, something of melting plastic microchips. It sends Daniel barreling into the industrial kitchen bellowing profanity. The microwave is sparking and zapping. Armand stands a few feet away, expression wild-eyed and unblinking. He has pressed his fingers over his ears.

Nothing has caught fire yet when he rips the door open, staring at the smoldering thing within. He finds a pair of salad tongs in a drawer and reaches into the microwave with them, removing the charred remains of his phone and dropping it in the sink. It sparks unexpectedly and he turns the water on, sending smoke rising off of it.

Daniel leans over the counter, head in his hands, unable to bring himself to say anything yet. He has plenty of questions but all of them begin with “what the fuck is wrong with you?” and he has learned from past experiences with Armand that this is the wrong response. His final choice of words isn’t much better, as he asks, “You wanna explain why the fuck you decided to put my phone in the microwave?”

The silence from Armand lasts too long. Daniel knows what he will see when he turns around: the hands balled into fists, the tiny, almost imperceptible self-soothing movement of thumbs over knuckles again and again. The heel to toe rocking motion. What had Louis called him? Metronomic? So he hadn’t lied about everything.

He turns. Takes it all in at a glance. “You…okay?”

He’s just had his personal property destroyed, and it doesn’t make any sense that his instinctive response is to gather the the culprit, the monster, the dead thing responsible into his arms and tell him that it’s fine, really, he only needed that for work and for communicating with his doctor and for maintaining contact with the land of the living.

“I’m not—mad.” He offers, half choking on the words. He hopes that isn’t a lie, because he knows Armand can read his thoughts if he wants, “but, yeah, my editor is going to have a coronary when he can’t reach me, so next time maybe find something that won’t—“

He’s stopped short by a tiny, frantic shake of Armand’s head. It takes him a moment to understand what he’s seeing. Ah.

“That’s why we don’t put metal in the microwave,” he explains with a put-upon patience that reminds him of an elementary school teacher. He has to remind himself that Armand is his senior by more than a few centuries, even if he has never had cause to find out what happens when you leave a fork in the microwave on accident. This monster, who microwaves living things and who has developed an emotional bond with the garbage disposal, is distraught over the unexpected light and sound of Daniel’s phone being nuked at 1200 watts.

“Hey,” he says, stepping away from the counter. He keeps his movements slow, his palms open and his hands in view. It never hurts to remember that Armand is a thing made of teeth and claws. He reaches to brush away a lock of dark hair, but gets his hand captured instead. Armand holds Daniel’s one wrinkled hand in his two smooth ones, then lifts it, strokes it against his cheek, smells it.

Some distant, half-dissociated part of him is incredulous at the idea that this is his life now. It fights for dominance with the part of him that is marveling at the smooth coolness of Armand’s skin, at the feel of his lips on every inch of his palm as he continues to explore him. Then Armand nips experimentally at one of Daniel’s fingers and he draws back with an irritated huff, brought back into the moment by the sharp pain.

Armand looks more focused too, less lost at sea, as if he has been re-anchored. He tosses the lock of hair Daniel had been aiming for out of his eyes and says, “I’ll order a replacement, you’ll have it within the afternoon.” He turns and begins to walk away as though nothing has happened.

“You’re paying for it!” Daniel calls after him.

“Naturally.” Armand does not look back.

Daniel goes to wash the blood from his hand.

There are seven different cuts of the film Blade Runner. It inspired a sequel, a series of short films, an anime, a series of tie-in novels (in spite of already being based off of a book), and a handful of projects set in the same universe.

Daniel is pretty sure he has experienced all of these at this point.

Some evenings he wakes up alone in Armand’s coffin, and follows the sound of Blade Runner to find his lover. He’s used to locating Armand sitting with his legs crossed and hovering a few inches above the couch, his eyes alight.

For his part, Daniel is tired of Harrison Ford, tired of Rutger Hauer. He has made attempts to ply Armand with other Ridley Scott films, and none of them have captured his attention so fully.

When asked about it, Louis smiles knowingly and says, “He’ll move on eventually,” with the patience of the saint he pretends to be, “you’re thinking within the confines of human time, Daniel.”

He almost snaps that human time is all he has, last he checked, but he stops himself.

Later he falls asleep on the couch with his head resting on Armand’s lap. The soundtrack is, as usual, Blade Runner. He wakes up to the sound of the film restarting, but also to the feeling of ever-eager, ever-curious fingers combing through his curls as Armand watches the film with rapt attention. And Daniel decides maybe the movie isn’t so bad after all.

It has been a long night.

Daniel is exhausted. Armand has collapsed, limbs all akimbo. It has been an evening of unfocused rage, of discomfort, of bloody tears. An evening where none of Armand’s clothes fit correctly and his hair tickles the back of his neck, and the sound of Daniel’s keyboard has driven him to the edge of despair. Louis has surrendered his bed as a soft place to land and Armand lies on it, looking strung out and unfocused.

Louis is better suited for the task at hand, with his near-silent movements and feather-light touch. But Daniel is the one who enters the room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, setting aside an armload of hastily gathered supplies.

He starts by wiping away the trails of bloody tears. Armand is as cold as ever, but his eyes are fever-wild and he shivers under the cool of the damp cloth.

“Let’s get rid of it,” Daniel suggests. He maneuvers the vampire into an upright position and sets to work on the mop of dark curls, clipping them short with a pair of scissors he found in a kitchen drawer. The knowledge that the hair will all be back in a few hours is the only thing that makes him brave enough to go after it with his perpetually shaking hands. The end result is uneven and nearly alarming. Armand appears shorn. But he also looks as if he can breathe again.

Finally, he redresses him in a pair of his own pajamas, a couple of sizes too big but worn to inoffensive softness and smelling unmistakably of Daniel, in spite of being freshly laundered. He guides his head back down to the pillow. Armand curls back in on himself.

The night is still new. Perhaps later Armand will emerge from the room on his own. More likely, Louis will carry him to his coffin when the morning starts to creep in, and Daniel will share the bed with Louis today, to give him space and silence. Tomorrow night Armand’s soft curls will be back. Hopefully by that time they will again be tolerable. If not, Daniel still has the scissors.

Although Daniel is the only one in the penthouse who needs to eat food to survive, the kitchen is stocked for a family of ten.

It’s also arranged by color.

None of this is Daniel’s doing.

It is a typical evening. Louis is sipping blood from a mug like it’s coffee, and Armand is loading a blender with Twizzlers, tomatoes, and steak, cooked rare. Daniel watches as Armand puts the lid on the blender, starts it with the press of a button, and then rockets to the other side of the room to observe from a distance, ears covered.

Later, Daniel will find himself cleaning exploded insect legs from the microwave. Later the penthouse will sound like Blade Runner again. Later, he’ll probably be coerced into drinking whatever is going to come out of that blender. Later he will hold Armand close and feel him relax in his arms once more.

“How old are you, again?” He asks.

“Five hundred and fourteen,” Armand says, when he has turned off the blender.

Well, Daniel thinks, at least we know it wasn’t vaccines.

Louis chokes on a sip of his blood, or maybe a laugh. Armand turns and eyes them both, his face a mask of curiosity at a statement he does not understand.

“I love you,” Daniel says, without planning to say it.

“Here, try this,” Armand replies.

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