I had fun writing this one! I hope y’all like it as well 💖
Warnings: Biting, unprotected sex, Ceto has a tentadick because personal hcs, probably typos
Enjoy~
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My heart soared as I swam through the ocean towards the shore. A grin spread across my face as I broke through the surface of the water and saw her waiting for me.
My mate, my heart.
It had been a year since she moved into the cabin the nice old lady used to live in. A year since I courted her and a year that was filled with happiness.
I swam closer to the shore, happy to see her again.
“You’re here!” I chirped, scooting as close on the shore as I could. She smiled at me and leaned over, giving me a kiss.
“Of course I’m here. I always come, you know this.” She said, smiling sweetly before putting down her bag. I watched her as she laid out a towel and took out food. She’d taken to bringing and eating her meals on the beach with me. Sometimes I would fish for her and the next day she’d bring food with said fish in it. It made me happy, being able to provide for her.
She handed me what she called a “tupperware container” with food and a “fork”.
“I made your favourite.” She said, a hint of red on her face. I smiled my teeth bare and I saw her eyes flicker down yo them. Her face got redder for some reason.
“You’re very sweet!” I said, digging into the food without hesitation. It was a meal with fish I’d caught and land foods. Things she called “vegetables” and “rice”. I had no idea what exactly these things were but she made them so I ate them.
We talked while eating. I listened to her while she talked about a pesky “client” at work. “Clients” seemed like an annoying breed to deal with. Either they were really nice or complained about everything. Part of me was glad I lived underwater so I wouldn’t have to deal with them.
“-and then he just hung up! I spent an hour with this asshole on the phone and he just- ugh!” She sighed, putting her empty container aside. I’d finished mine a while ago and copied her.
“He sounds bad.” I said, putting a hand on her leg.
She nodded, the tension in her shoulders dissapearing.
“Thank you for listening, Ceto.” She said, leaning down and kissing me. I kissed her back, squeezing her thigh briefly.
I noticed her tense up and drew away from the kiss, worried.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, not moving my hand. My mate was even redder and I got worried.
“Everything is fine. I just… Want to try something.”
I tilted my head curiously, watching how she put her hand over mine and slid it up, over her leg, tummy and ending on her breast. My eyes widened a little as i gently squeezed the soft mound.
She was wearing little under her tanktop, it seemed. I felt her nipple harden against my palm and moved my hand so I could run my thumb over it.
She let out a shaky sigh, reaching for my other hand and putting that over her other boob.
“These feel nice.” I said, scooting a little closer so I was sitting as close to her as I could.
“You touching them feels nice too.” She said. I tilted my head and smiled curiously. I removed my hands and took the hem of her top, pulling it up over her head and exposing her chest to me.
My eyes roamed her exposed torso and I felt something odd and primal in me. Something in the back of my mind that urged me to touch her, to taste her.
“Can I-?”
She nodded before I finished asking and i leaned in, my mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking gently. She let out a soft moan, one that hit my core and amplified this feeling i had.
One of my hands found its way on her leg again, sliding up her thigh until my palm rested flat against her clothed sex. I felt her grind against me and i nipped gently at her nipple with my teeth.
“Ceto. Ceto I need- fuck.”
I drew back and saw her face twisted up in need and arousal. My pupils widened and my instincts almost completely took over. I needed to mate with her.
I grabbed one of her hands and guided it to my slit, dipping two of her fingers into my core. She let out a moan as she started moving her fingers in me.
“I have to have you.” I said, my accent a lot thicker. “I need to mate with you. Mark you. Make you-” I let out a moan of my own as she curled her fingers in me. My tail thrashed, my hand that was resting over her crotch pulling away. I removed her hand from my slit and tugged at her bottoms.
“I need to have you.” I said, impatient. She bit her lip and slid off her bottoms, spreading her legs for me.
“How do- Uhm…” My mate eyed me for a second, seeming a little more unsure about everything.
“Mermaids,… We have both.” I said, reaching down. I felt a little insecure as she watched me, her eyes followed my hand as I fingered myself, a small tentacle coming out of my slit. My mate’s eyes widened.
“…oh. Oh that’s-”
I smiled at her, crawling between her legs. I pressed a gentle kiss against her cheek.
“Can I?”
She nodded as I reached down and lined myself up with her, gently pushing in. My mate gasped as I pressed in fully.
The tide seemed to be rising as the water washed over her feet and my fin.
I gently thrusted, pressing kisses up her neck and shoulders, grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin.
My love moaned my name and it sent a primal spike of need running through me. My dorsal fin flared as my thrusts picked up speed and my teeth pressed into her right shoulder.
She moaned under me, legs wrapping around my waist. I felt the water slowly wash over us further but we were both to far gone to care.
I snarled as her fingers tangled in my hair and pulled slightly. She ran her nails down my back prompting me to bite harder. I tasted blood as my hips slammed harder against hers, instincts taking over completely. I felt my orgasm come dangerously close, every fiber of my being wanting to claim her.
“Ceto. Ceto! Cetocetocet-” she cut herself off by moaning. I felt her cum around me, the final push I needed to follow her over that threshold.
I came in her, snarling and throwing my head back. We both came to our senses as a wave crashed over us completely.
“Fuck! Cold!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at my mate as she squirmed out from under me, shaking slightly.
“The water is cold, yes.” I joked. “Just as we got warm.”
My mate gave me a half hearted glare as she walked around on shaky legs and putting her clothes back on.
“It was nice though.” I said, watching her. Her face turned red again.
“It was. Very nice even.” She walked back over to me and kissed me. “I’m going back home really quick and get some warmer clothes. And look after… This.”
She tapped her shoulder where I bit her. The wound wasn’t super deep but she was bleeding a little.
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I wouldnt say I have a fear of spiders- just a large discomfort with them. So looking up wolf spiders for the pic collage was… a challenge. Especially at night. Sorry it took so long! (Its also a bit short but aah like??? 6 am now so I need sleep haha)
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Your voice echoed back to you from the cave walls as you hummed, swirling your finger absentmindedly in the water. Daylight flooded in through the hole in the ceiling and cast dancing lights across the stream and the cave. The way the light played across the ripples in the water was mesmerizing.
A soft breeze rustled your (h/c) hair, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Being in this place, away from the many stresses of the world, was your favorite pastime. Besides talking to him, of course.
You glanced up, eyes scanning the dim corners for him. He oftentimes stayed away from direct light, claiming it strained his eyes too much, but as it came to be that you were finding it harder and harder to visit him after dark, he made an acception to his “no sunlight” rule.
Sharp clicking and the sound of many footsteps echoed around you as he edged towards you, making sure to stay clear of the spotlight shining on the floor.
“(Y/n),” he sighed, bending at his waist to get closer to your eye level.
“Valzen.” you smiled warmly.
“You seem distant today.” his brows furrowed.
“Hm. I sold all my wares today.” you admitted. Valzen straightened, smiling.
“But that’s great! You’ll be needing more silk, then, I take it?” he lowered to the ground, still towering over you even as he sat.
“Mhm.” you nodded, gaze drifting back to the water. Valzen frowned and brought his hand up to your chin, tilting your head to look at him.
“What troubles you, love?” he asked. Many would never expect such a creature to hold such vast emotions in their eyes and yet, here he was, looking at you with so many feelings flickering behind his gaze.
“People keep asking me where I get my fabrics for the clothes. I always say that I get them from a merchant out of town, but… I fear that they’ll catch on at some point” you sigh.
You were always careful when you visited him and would stop frequently on your route and backtrack in case you were being followed. This didnt stop you from worrying, though. You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to Valzen.
“Nonsense. If anyone finds my den, I will just eat them.” he shrugged his shoulders as if what he said was normal.
“Valzen!” you gasped, lightly shoving him. He let out a low chuckle.
“You know I’m joking- bipeds are too stringy.” he shoots you a cheeky grin. “In all seriousness, though- should anyone come here, I can hold my own. I handled intruders just fine before we met and I haven’t gone soft yet.” Valzen wrapped his arms around your shoulders, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Alright, I believe you.” you hummed. “Thank you, love.”
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“I think it’s very amusing that nobles are wearing attire made of stuff that comes from my backside.”
“Valzen!” you scolded, coiling the silk as he handed it to you. His laugh reverberated around the cave and made the air almost vibrate.
“What? They find my kind to be disgusting menaces and they’re walking around, wearing my ’protein fiber’.” he grinned, placing a bundle of silk into a basket. “Its just ironic, is all.”
“Hm, well I find it ironic that you dont wear clothes and yet you are working with a seamstress.” you poked at his bare stomache.
“I have no interest in your garments, woman. I love you for your weaving.” Valzen shook his head. You smiled to yourself and continued your work. Valzen had expressed his feelings toward your occupation on many occasions. He always joked that it was fate that you wove your own fabric and stumbled into his life. It was a rather funny, albeit fitting, pair; a spider and a seamstress.
“Once I save enough money, I can move out here with you. Maybe even reinforce the den- add some furniture, too.” you promise.
“I don’t understand the big deal with beds and whatnot. The cave floor is perfectly comfortable and I can even make you a hammock if you desired it.” Valzen quirked his mouth to the side.
“What about chairs? It’s not good for my bones to sit on the cold stone all the time.” you chimed.
“Rubbish. You have a mobile seat right here.” he turned to pat the top of his abdomen.
“Valzen!” you cried, breaking into a fit of laughter. Once you calmed down, you sighed. “As nice as that sounds, I just think this place could use some livening up, you know? A woman’s touch.” you froze when you saw his mouth crook into a mischievous grin. “Wait- no!”
Summary: You get a surprise gift from your friend, Blake.
Really short, kinda awkward. Anyhow, first (modern) orc story!
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The bell above the door rang as you stepped into the small shop. The smell of incense hit you before the warm glow of the atmosphere. All around the shop, small string lights and lanterns were hung up in lieu of using the florescent light panels on the ceiling. The general vibe of the place was just… serene.
You weren’t really one to buy gemstones or sage and rave about chakras- you had nothing against it, but it wasn’t for you. No, you were here for one specific aspect of this little store. The records.
“Back already?” a familiar voice said behind you. You turned to see Blake behind the counter, leaning forward to look at you. His brown eyes were lazily opened and his mouth quirked to the side around his tusks in a relaxed smile. He almost embodied the mood of the store, always calm and carefree. If he looked more alert, patrons would likely become intimidated. He was an orc after all.
“Hey, Blake! Yeah, I just got my paycheck and I thought I’d blow it all here.” you shrugged shyly, your eyes coming to rest on the music section. Blake chuckled behind you.
“I don’t mind. Everytime you blow your paycheck, I get to see you, so it’s nice.” he smiles.
“You get my money and my exquisite company? Sounds unfair to me.” you pick up one of the vinyls.
“Is that to say you don’t enjoy being here?” Blake asked, resting his chin in his hand. You peered up at him through your eyelashes.
“Of course not, this place is great. It always mellows out my mood after a bad day.” you sigh, choosing another album. “It’d be nice if you guys had some beanbag chairs or something laying around so people could hang out here.”
“We have some in the employee’s lounge in the back.” Blake offered, raising his eyebrows.
“Maybe another time. I’ve got to go home and feed Gizmo before he eats my shoes or something.” you slide the albums onto the counter and retrieve your wallet. You set the cash on the counter and look at the rack of sunglasses whole Blake bags everything up. Your hands graze briefly when he gives you the bag.
“Enjoy your purchase.” he gives you a genuine smile that you can feel all the way to your bones and your cheeks darken.
“You too.” you instinctively say. You immediately start to stammer and facepalm. “I-I mean- I wasn’t. Uh-”
“If this is your way of inviting me to your apartment to listen to music, you’re doing pretty bad.” Blake laughs. “But I believe in you. You’ll get it next time.”
You flush more and lock your eyes onto the ground as you quickly leave, waving goodbye. That’s the worst thing that could ever happen between two individuals. ‘You too’ you huff as you open your car door and settle into your seat. God, what awkward planet were you from? Blake didn’t seem to mind too much, though.
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You get home and feed your cat, much to his delight, and start rifling through your bag for some music to put on while you cook. You freeze in your spot. A braided bracelet rests at the bottom of the bag. Did Blake accidentally put that in? Maybe one of his fell off? He did wear a lot of them. Oh shit, you unintentionally stole this.
“Oh shit.” you curse out loud. Picking up the bracelet, you rush out of the door. Hopefully Blake hadn’t left to go home yet.
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You catch him right as he’s locking up the front door, key still in the lock.
“Blake!” you jog up to him and he looks up, surprised.
“Oh! (Y/n), what are you doing back here?”
“Uh, this found it’s way into my bag. I wanted to return it.” you hold out the bracelet to him. He looks down at it, something flickers in his eyes.
“You… you don’t want it?” he asks.
“What? Wh- no no that’s not. I-” you look around, feeling lost. Fucking words. “I thought I stole it on accident.” you admit. Blake looks almost relieved and attempts to hold back a smile.
“No, you didn’t steal it. I put it in there. It’s yours.” he nods to it.
“Mine? Why?” you bring the bracelet to your chest.
“I wanted to give it to you. You always seem to like my bracelets so I made you one.” he cautiously reaches for your hands. “You can add whatever you like to it- charms, jewels, beads.” his eyes dart to the side at that and he pulls one of his braids out of his chaotic mass of hair. Carefully, he unbraids the end and slips off one of the ornately carved beads. Then, he picks up your bracelet and threads it through the bead. “There, see?” he holds it out to tie onto your wrist.
“Blake, you don’t have to give me this!” you shake your head. Blake frowned down at you.
“Are you going to make me rebraid my hair and throw away your gift?”
“Wh- no. I just… you don’t have to go out of your way to make me things.” you fidget with your sleeves.
“Don’t worry about it. Just take the bracelet.” Blake orders. You hold your arm out so he can tie the bracelet to you.
“Thank you.” you mumble.
“Mhm.” Blake hums, his fingers lingering around your wrist before he retracts and clears his throat. “Uh… have you had dinner yet? I’m starving.”
“Ah, no. I was just about to when I found this.” you twist your hand, bouncing the bead.
“Oh. S-sorry.” Blake rubs his neck, averting his gaze. “Let me buy you something to eat.”
“Blake, if you keep buying me gifts, I’m going to have to start spending more time and money at your shop.” you sigh, following him to his car.
“That’s the plan.” he smiles, opening the door for you.
The car ride to the diner is filled with light conversation and good music. It was hard for you to find a kindred spirit that shared your taste in music. You noted the fact that Blake’s car smelled like vanilla and smoke- a more concentrated version of him, you thought.
“M’lady.” Blake bowed as he opened your door.
“God you’re a nerd.” blush dusts your cheeks and you take his hand as he helps you out of the car. You don’t need assistance, per say, but it would be rude to deny holding his hand momentarily, right?
The two of you sit at one of the many empty booths and order your food from a waitress that had worked there for longer than she’d have liked.
“Jewelry, dinner… if I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying to woo me.” you say idly, looking at the small menu of desserts. When you hear nothing, you look up and see Blake staring at the tabletop with wide eyes and furrowed brows.
“You okay there, Blake?” you ask softly.
“What if I was?”
“Huh?”
“Trying to woo you. I-I mean courting you wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to say something, but you’re interrupted by the arrival of your food.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Blake nods to the waitress, flashing her a crooked smile. He returns his gaze to you, heaving a sigh. “Ah… sorryabout that.”
You feel compelled to stay on the topic, but get the sense that Blake would rather not. The two of you spend the rest of dinner in awkward silence.
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Blake insists on walking you to your car, even though its ten feet away from where he parked. When you get to your door, you pause.
“Um… is it ok if I stop by tomorrow?” you look up at Blake.
“Yeah, of course. You know when the shop is open.” he nods.
“I mean, like, to hang out. The two of us.”
“Oh. Y-yeah. I’d love that, actually. You can finally see the foretold beanbag chairs.” Blake grins. You find yourself smiling too and lean up on your tip toes. You have to grip his arm, both to pull him down to an accessible height and to stabilize yourself, but you manage to place a kiss on Blake’s cheek. He flushes a darker shade of green. “U-uh can we redo that? I wasn’t ready.”
You laugh, placing your hands on the sides of his face and bring him down again, this time kissing his lips. He sighs and melts into it, bringing his arms around you.
“You just skipped four steps in the courtship.” he rests his forehead against yours.
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