pairing: vague monster/amab listener petnames: Delicious. Treat. kinks: guided masturbation, praise kink, fear kink, hand job. Script: -fan in background- -night time noises (summer time maybe?)- -bed creaks- -sheet ruffling- Keep quiet delicious, don’t want to get caught, do we? Don’t want your roommate storming in here when you’re supposed to be alone. According to the rules, the ones you follow because you’re such a good little thing, right? You always listen to the rules. The ones about nobody in the apartment during the week, about not feeding the strays, not even when they beg. And oh of course, of course you listen to the one about the monsters under the beds, right? Because you don’t really believe in the boogieman but you’re such a goodie good that you’ll follow whatever your roommate says, even if you think it’s bullshit. So no strays and no guests and no reaching under-under the bed for something that’s definitely not there. No letting it catch you by the wrist and drag you under. And. Most Certainly. No –creak- inviting it –creak- into your–creak- bed. -soft laugh- Isn’t that right? No letting yourself fall for that pretty voice crooning at you from the dark corners, no accepting the pawing hands from the closet. Even if it does feel so nice to be adored, to be important to something. Ohhh your roommate should’ve warned you better, shouldn’t they have delicious? To watch out for just how pretty the words could be and how soft the touch. No shhh, quiet delicious, quiet now. Don’t want them hearing you, not even a little bit of you. Though, wouldn’t that be fun too? –clothes rustle- To have them slam open the door and find you here, in our bed. No blankets –pulling sheet- and no pants just you in your rumpled shirt with your pretty prick out. And half hard, and already aching. Mmm throbbing too, delicious? Desperate to be touched by hands that aren’t just yours? Like you were touched last night, and the night before, and all those other nights before. When you just couldn’t help yourself, because oh it was so easy. To let yourself feel good, mmm like this. What was the harm in it? Your roommate told you I would be a monster, with big teeth and claws, with shadows like whips and a voice that chills the blood. They were right, of course, but what’s so wrong with that? Hmm? You love the feel of these teeth sinking into you, biting and marking your sweet-sweet skin. Always so good, tastes divine. And oh the drag of claws down your back, the dig into your thighs that you can’t break. Not when you buck into my mouth or grind yourself senseless on my tongue. -creak- Just can’t help yourself, delicious. Even when you should be scared. Like now, right now. There’s a monster in your bed but oh, no no no, the monster isn’t the scary thing. Scary’s the thought of me riling you up, all the way up, but not giving you a inch or a bit. Scary is the slow slide of my hand up-up your thigh but only your thigh. Isn’t it? Mnnn listen to that heart beat away in your chest, and the taste of fear in your blood. Ohh delicious, you spoil me. And, because you’ve been so good, so still, maybe I won’t leave you high and dry. Though it would be fun to watch you paw at yourself, riled up too hot. Poor thing. But mmmm nnno, only my hands tonight. On your hip now, holding you still, though my treat knows how to hold their breath and wait, don’t they? Catch breath, held breath as shadow cold knuckles barely brush your aching cock. Ohh it’s almost a shock, isn’t it? A shudder up your spine, against my chest, oh yes, yes delicious. Squirm for me. -bed creaking- Just one little touch but you’re already panting, aren’t you? Breath run ragged oh but I’ve barely touched you. A swipe of knuckles is nothing, poor treat, here let me give you more. -bed creak- mmmmm warm, aren’t we treat? Warm and wwwet, and so-so tasty. Could eat you whole, gobbled all down. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Teeth tearing into you, claws ripping you apart. You’d be such a tasty meal, sooo good, oh but then you’d be done. All gone. And I’d have to find another treat that wouldn’t be as delicious. Which is why you’re still here, even though your roommate said you wouldn’t be. See me once and you’re gone. Ohhh but my delicious is gone in a whole other way, aren’t they? Can barely think when my hand’s on your cock, can you? Already lost in the up-down slick-slide of shadow smooth skin, aren’t you? And the teeth at your pulse, the danger of it, oh you love it. The claws and teeth and monstrous me. Oh you love every bit of it. So much, too much, not enough, all at once. More? I can give you more. –bed creaking- is this more? Is this gooooddd? Go on delicious, fuck into my hand, harder, harder~ let me feel you. Let me taste you~ Come on, come on~ Can’t you give me more? Don’t you want to? Make mess for me treat, give me a reason to come back again. Cum for me delicious, cum for me please~ There’s a good treat.