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forgingfires) wrote2023-08-24 02:01 am
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Spicynoodles Dreams
Red Son hasn't slept much since the full moon. Mostly because he was determined to use every bit of time left to help Saya, but there was an extra concern. MK's actions as the WereMonkey had been...questionable at best.
And extremely targeted for a lot of his instincts.
It hadn't helped the other random thoughts he's had of the Noodle Boy. But eventually, he had to sleep for more than an hour and....well, the thoughts caught up.
The dream starts hazy, a mix of places. The enrichment room, MK's apartment, mountain castles, MK's room in his own house, before settling on a large nest, much like the enrichment room and elements of MK's oersonal nest, the room larger, made of cut stone, with a balcony that overlooks the side of a mountain.
And the night sky, especially the Moon.
Candles were scattered all over the room, a warm glow filling the room.
Red Son sits up in the nest. In his usual night robe, hair a loose halo around himself. He slowly gets to his feet, looking around in confusion. "Where....?" He looked out at the sky and froze.
"Oh. He didn't." Surely the Noodle Boy hadn't taken him again. To a nest.
Alone.
One part thought it meant nothing.
The currently more dominant part really hoped it meant something. Wanted it to mean something.
And extremely targeted for a lot of his instincts.
It hadn't helped the other random thoughts he's had of the Noodle Boy. But eventually, he had to sleep for more than an hour and....well, the thoughts caught up.
The dream starts hazy, a mix of places. The enrichment room, MK's apartment, mountain castles, MK's room in his own house, before settling on a large nest, much like the enrichment room and elements of MK's oersonal nest, the room larger, made of cut stone, with a balcony that overlooks the side of a mountain.
And the night sky, especially the Moon.
Candles were scattered all over the room, a warm glow filling the room.
Red Son sits up in the nest. In his usual night robe, hair a loose halo around himself. He slowly gets to his feet, looking around in confusion. "Where....?" He looked out at the sky and froze.
"Oh. He didn't." Surely the Noodle Boy hadn't taken him again. To a nest.
Alone.
One part thought it meant nothing.
The currently more dominant part really hoped it meant something. Wanted it to mean something.
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His eyes were glowing gold, that feral grin on his face, and he moved with purpose. He closed the distance between them before he leaned close. He breathed in Red Son's sent and purred for his courtnapped captive. He grabbed Red Son with a large hand and pulled them close, flush against the fur and bulk of his body. No distance between them now. He breathed in her scent again and growled playfully.
"Mine~" He said with pride, not hiding it in a whisper this time.
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Funny how the Noodle Brain proved he had more thoughts than the previous attempts.
He turned quickly at the thud, staring as the other approached. Looked up as the other towered over him, and doesn't fight as he's pulled close. The candles flare briefly as that word curls around her mind, face flushed, hands going to grip his arm and hand. "You know, I burned down the home of the last person who tried this," they said. More conversational than a threat. More a paltry try at a protest.
They didn't have the anger of that time. The frustration and insult. They fought MK before and lost the fight, but there was no resentment or....disappointment that it may have led here.
He wanted to be here.
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"You won't burn me," He said. Full sentences suddenly and in that same growly voice. He sank his teeth into Red Son's neck. One hand settled on Red Son's lower back as the other ran claws through his long hair. No hesitation or worry. The weremonkey knew what he wanted and it was Red Son. He had fought, he had captured, and now he would claim.
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But then the gesture is soft and there's some thought in these monkey brain, at least enough to call Red Son out because he doesn't. He doesn't want to burn him.
And then there was teeth in his neck and the gasp was loud, his grip tightening on the other as his knees felt momentarily weak, the fire of the candles flaring brightly. His breathing was heavier as the pain pleasure shot through him, letting go of his hand to grab at the back of his head. "Such a bold Noodle Boy," he said. Then he tugged at his hair. "You're lucky you're cute."
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"Sexy too," He said with an eyebrow wiggle. He picked Red Son up, hand grabbing Red Son's ass and just letting her almost sit in his hand.
"I want to kiss you so bad. Are you going to bite me if I do~?" He asked with a rolling purr.
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A wanting look he wanted to keep seeing, especially as the mark throbs on his neck.
There is a bit of a squawk as he's lifted up, the red getting rose, before he huffed. "Cheeky monkey," he growled, tugging at his hair, as his bull tail appears, wrapping around his wrist, ears shifting to their more animal like form along with his horns.
He leans closer at the question, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, Noodle Boy. Of course I am," he said before tugging his hair to pull him close as he leans forward to give him a hard kiss, fangs nipping at his lips.
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MK wasn't going to leave any part of Red Son unexplored.
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But the bigger part is taken in with every touch. The grope getting a squawk, and a shudder, and pressing harder into the kiss. His hand feels like a brand even though she knows her body temperature is hotter. Each nip pulling small noises from her, feeling consumed between his tongue and teeth and hands.
She wants to give in, but at the very least, she doesn't intend to be passive. She wants to consume as much as be consumed.
There is a mewl as she feels claws at her back, and her hands move to grip his hair, tugging testingly, as her legs wrap around him. Growling into the kiss as she opens her mouth for him, moving her tongue against his, wanting to taste more of him.
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The weremonkey moved them toward the nest finally. MK sat down and still help Red Son close. The kiss broke with another purr. Finally a hand grabbed Red Son's head and pulled the demon close. He tilted his head, offering his neck to the royal bull demon. Allowing Red Son to bite and mark him in return. An equal claiming.
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He presses closer as they settle on the nest, breathing heavy as the kiss finally breaks, eyes a little dazed, lips bruised from the nips and rough kissing. Moving with the pull, eager to kiss him again when he offers his neck instead.
Her eyes narrow in on his neck, the fire flaring in response. Her hand reaches up to grip his hair tight, to keep his head angled away as she presses her face to his neck. Kissing and licking over his neck, a few light teasing nips as her mouth explores him. Nuzzling over his pulse and a purr. Before finally opening her mouth wide and biting down hard with a needy growl.
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It was a wonderful moment between them. This amazing feeling.
"Mine. And I'm yours."
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A scary, dangerous thought, and one he is all too eager to indulge in right now. He wants this closeness, his touch, the feeling of his bitemark that twinges with every shift.
She sucks hard over the bitemark under her teeth, wanting to leave one that would linger a while, groaning against him with every grope and move of that tail, her hips rolling into the feeling. Feeling the heat pulling inside her, fire flickering in response. A hand remains in the Monkey's hair, tugging tightly, to keep his head angled so she still has access to his neck. Finally releasing the bite to kiss and nip the column, harder than before. Her other hand, trailing down her front, wanting to feel more of him.
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The weremonkey. lowers Red Son down to sit properly in his lap. He pulls the robe off and tosses it aside. No need for that. Then off comes his shirt, tearing it off without care. He purrs loud in his chest and flexes those chest muscles. Showing off this build as he leaves his pants to Red Son.
"Handsome and beautiful. My demonic ruby. Tell me what you want. I wanna hear you say it~"
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There is a soft groan as she feels the arousal beneath her, a hard shiver going through her, biting her lip. Finally pulling his head away to look down, face a deep crimson, but wanting all the same.
He looked up at the weremonkey, the crimson getting deeper, a soft whine at the compliments and pet name. Licking his lips, hands moving to the top of MK's pants. There is a shuddering breath. "You kidnapped me and I haven't escaped yet. So." He gripped the pants, pushing them down so he could see all of the weremonkey. "Claim me. Make me fully yours."
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"As you wish, my mate." He said before he picked Red Son up and pinned her down in the nest. His mouth found her neck and bit hard again. Leaving another mark on the other side. Hands roamed down her body, sliding to her hips and lifting them up. He pressed between his legs and purred.
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Only to be pinned down with those words in her ears and teeth in her neck. There is a sharp gasp followed by a loud moan as her hands clutch onto his back, tugging at fur, claws digging a bit into the skin. It's a stark reminder. She has experience, but it's minimal and even with how aggressive Saya can get, there is always a certain level of control to them both. This? This feels so much more primal. Speaks to a base part of her. A part that burns and threatens to consume her.
And she wants it to.
Her legs wrap around him easily at the tug, and it probably means the pants are getting torn, but she can't bring herself to care. If anything, she wants that rough desperation as she gives in. "Mine," she growled, hips grinding against him, groaning at the friction against her clothed arousal. "All mine." Her claws run down his back, not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough for him to feel it. "My mate. Make it so I can't forget who I belong to."
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"All yours," He mirrored and licked his lips. "I am all yours. Forever, if you want me." He said as he leaned in. He kissed Red Son hard, passionate, and demanding. This was their moment. One that was going to cement something they both wanted. Perhaps needed.
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He kisses back, just as hard and hungry, fingers buried in his hair. Tugging him close as teeth nip at his lips, tongue eagerly tasting his mouth. Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, grinding against him with a deep groan. Previous hesitation melting away as he just wanted.
"I want you," he growls against his mouth, tugging his hair harder. "I want you to be mine." Ducking his head down, mouth pressing to his neck, only a few kisses before he bites down hard. Wanting to leave more marks on the other, evidence of a mutual claim.
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Slowly the weremonkey lined himself up and started to press inside. Slowly but surely. Nothing too rough or fast. Not for this moment. Not yet, anyway. The weremonkey lifted his head to expose his neck to Red Son could leave more bites and evidence of this night.
"Mine~ Yours~ My mate~" He purred as his hips kept pressing forward.
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He feels the other push in, claws digging into his back, head falling back with a gasp, eyelids fluttering closed as the pleasure of being filled hits him. Fire flaring from the candles brightly as a deep, loud moan spills past his lips. The sound turning to a keening whine as he pressed in and in and in, as pleasure made her tighten around him. "Fuck, MK~"
Red Son half opened her eyes to look at him, sees his exposed neck, growling with need before moving up to kiss and nip sharply over his neck. "Yours-all yours-feel so good~" She panted against his neck, hips angling to help him push in easier.
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Yet MK changed. His shoulders grew slimmer, his arms less bulky, and his fur a little less ragged. He pulled back to look Red Son in the eye. MK, now more demon monkey than werecreature, grinned down at Red Son. Sharp fangs glistened as those golden eyes met Red Son's. He purred at her as he captured her lips in another hungry kiss. Teeth nipped until he could push his tongue inside to explore once more, to taste. He chuckled as he pulled back moments later, his hips stilling for a moment.
"You are all mine. And I'm yours. And you're mine," His hand moved to entwine their fingers with their right hands. "I knew I had to have you the moment we met. The more you tried to kill me, called me names, the more I wanted you. And you came to want me too. You wanted the Noodle Boy, right? The hero. Did you have fun naughty thoughts of capturing me, maybe? Proving I belongs to you?"
His hips rolled as he pushed in deeper, almost to the hilt now. "And then your thoughts turned to me courtnapping you. Proving to you I can take care of you. That I will. That I want you," MK grinned as he pushed in until their hips were flush.
"You know, all you have to do is pin me to a wall and I'll give in. I'll make cute noises as you bite me. Touch me. Hold me. Like you're making right now as I do all of that to you~"
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But that likely wouldn't have been so appealing if it hadn't been MK. Her eyes widening. Flushed face getting more so in the face of MK looking....well, his monkey self. A self who was definitely more self aware. A keening whimper as she's kissed, kissing back just as eager and hungry, but opening her mouth to him. To let him have all he wants.
The lust had been there from the start of this encounter, but the burning in her veins turns to a thrumming warmth around her heart as MK takes her hand, as he speaks the thoughts Red Son fights to keep to herself. Breathing getting heavy, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she's filled with every roll of his hips, as she confronts why MK effects her so.
"I wanted you. I wanted you under me, wanted to see you submit to me," she breathed, grip tightening on his hand. Thoughts she would entertain deep in the night. She had wanted to destroy MK, but MK was also powerful and handsome, and thoughts of conquering him another way had been appealing, regardless of her distaste for actually forcing someone. It had been a fantasy, and that was it.
Then MK had gotten under his skin. Offered mercy and trust and help in a world where Red Son never expected those things. Then friendship, kindness, affection. The fantasies felt too dangerous then. Too easy to hope for something he could not have.
But dreams don't listen to attempts to guard oneself.
Red Son's head falls back as she felt their hips connect, exposing her neck, a heady moan spilling from her lips. Legs tightening around him, to keep him still as she just savirs the feeling. "I want you to want me. I want you to dote on me, take care of me, as much as you interrupting my work vexes me, the fact you worry makes my heart ache," she murmured breathlessly. She squeezes his hand and raises it to her mouth to kiss the back of it. "I want to make you feel so good. I want to take you to pieces, my Noodle Boy."
Her legs loosen so he can move, her free hand moving to run through his hair, the smile on her face adoring. "I want you to love me, MK."
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The monkey moved to press their foreheads together after the kiss to his hand. He stared onto her eyes, His glowing ones dimmed a little. Not so bright with power but still quite golden. They shined with the emotions running through him and somehow were hazed over with the desire for more. He brushed nose to nose gently before he spoke. A soft intimate gesture.
"I love you, Red Son. I love you so much. I would gladly submit to you. Give you my body, my heart, my mind. Give you my everything and trust you'll keep it warm and safe. Know I would be in good hands as you enjoyed me. I wanted you in all the same ways.
I fantasized about fights becoming something else. You pinning me to a wall and me wanting to just give in. Something, anything, to tip this into what we both want and need. I want you to love me too. I don't want to be the wingman. I want to be the one you know you can stand beside for the next thousand years. The one you want to eat meals with at night. The one who you know will always be here because my heart if yours. That's what I want. So...are you going to give it to me?"
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She listens as he speaks and its everything she wants to hear. The thoughts she barely allowed herself to ponder for fear of getting in too deep, to want for something she can't have, to ruin this happiness she already has.
Her free hand moves to his cheek, leaning up to kiss him briefly. "I want that. I want your trust. I want to keep you safe. I want to help you be happy, take care of you, help all that stress and fear you keep buried melt away," she said, voice soft.
"I want the excitement of fighting you, until we wanted something else. I want this, these moments. I don't want help getting someone else at the bar, I want you. I want quiet nights, and slow breakfasts," she murmured and there is another kiss, this was deeper, slow and unhurried, but wanting. "I've known for a long time now that part of me would always belong to you. Even when I thought it was doomed, I knew that I was never going to get that part back."
He was always going to be MK's, no matter how the chips fell. "I love you. I love you so much that I want to be better, be kinder," he said, voice shaking, giving him a watery smile, tears falling. "If it made you happy, I'd do anything."
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"You never have to change for me to love you or be happy. All I want is for you to be you. You know that. If you want to change, I'll support you. I'll stay and love you and help. And if you want to stay as you are, I'll always love you. You are perfect just as you are to me," MK said. This his face turned into a more feral grin.
"Though...what would make me happy, is hearing you." He pulled out nearly all the way. "Scream." He thrust back in hard. "MY NAME!"
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He did want to change. He wanted to be better, to be deserving of this love. He didn't want to be the end of the world, and he didn't want to be the one to make MK sad. He had no intentions of becoming a hero or a goody-two shoes, but he could do being someone who made things a little easier for MK.
"Then I hope I can keep being perfect for you," he said, thumb tracing over his cheek.
And then she sees that feral grin, and her breath catches in her throat, eyes widening because there is a promise in that grin. A gasp as he pulls out, the feeling of emptiness the last thing she wants as she listens to him-
And then he thrusts back in hard, and it feels almost like the air is punched out of her, back arching, eyes closing tight, hand clutching at his hand, her other, moving to grip his shoulder as a loud moan follows. "Oh fuck-" Not a scream, but certainly not trying to be quiet. "A-again. Keep going," she demanded, eyes opening partway. "Make me scream. Make me yours."
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Its by the third one that the loud noises have definitely starting peaking, loud cries echoing in the room, just a hair away from proper screams. Inner walls tightening around his length as he pounds into her, leaking precum between them as the pleasure starts to mount quickly.
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She sounded beautiful to his ears. The fires burned as the wax on the candles melted from all the heat. They would be puddles soon at this rate. MK's other hand moved down to grip Red Son's hip strong enough to bruise. He angled the leg up a little more to push in deeper. He was letting go with the speed and strength he was using. Good thing they were in a nest and not a bed. That poor bed would be creaking and slamming and possibly break at the pace MK was setting.
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"M-make it last," she begged as he bit down harder. A part of her hoping monkey teeth meant it would scar, that it would stay. Sounds taking a keening whine at the tight grip, the faster pace, harder, and roughly moving over that spot. She has to let go of his hand, for both hands to clutch at his back, claws leaving red arms as she moves to meet those thrusts as best as she can. Cries of his name, begging words for more, for all of him, heat and electricity thrumming through her. "C-close! Please! Please MK! D-don't stop, please don't-!"
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MK didn't stop. His hips kept slamming into Red Son, no sign of slowing. Even as he grew close, he kept up the brutal and fast pace. He somehow didn't lose his timing at all. He aimed to slam into that spot now, just to help push Red Son over that edge. He released his bite to moan in Red's ear.
"Cum for me, my mate. Let go. I'll always catch you. I'm yours. You're mine. All. Mine."
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Her hips moved to meet him as best as she could, but it was hard to keep up the brutal pace, and she didn't ever want it to stop, and yet desperately wanted to reach the end she was so close to. Jolting each time he slams into that spot.
And then there is that whisper, those promises, and its too much, its all far to much, her body arching, head flying back with 'mine' ringing in her ears, screaming cutting out partway as she screams herself hoarse, cumming hard as white splatters between them, body tense and tight as intense pleasure rocks through her.
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The monkey pressed close and buried his mouth against Red Son's ear. His growling groan of release emitted from him as he let the afterglow wash over them both.
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Red Son held on tight for several long moments after their orgasms, eyes staring at the ceiling without being able to focus, pleasure thrumming through her, each spark of pain making it spike. A purring sound in her own throat as she slowly goes limp under him, body feeling like cooked noodles as the tension unwinds. "Yours..." A hoarse whisper, eyes closed as her hands slowly card through his hair.
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"You know. This could be real. If you just did what you wanted to. Pin me to the wall. Claim me. Get me to submit and make me yours. You're the son of the Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan. Who are you to wait?" He asked as his voice shifted. It warped with a strange noise behind it. Red Son's alarm started to blare out of his mouth.
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And then the alarm startled her awake, eyes snapping open to stare at the ceiling. No heavy weight in her arms, pinning her down. Left with a sort of emptiness she wanted filled. And...extremely wet and sticky pajamas pants.
Slowly Red Son wakes up more and realizes what happened. Candles that had been flickering now shooting up with strong flames as she clutched at the blankets.
A wet dream. An extremely intense wet dream of the Noodle Boy. And not just sexually. That wasn't...new, persay. The attraction. But the emotional aspect...that was less so.
His face burned and he-
He couldn't-
He swallows the lump in his throat and gets up. He desperately needed to clean up.