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“Come on, baby! Just a few more sips!!”

Your enlongated, multi-legged freak of a boyfriend scuttled behind you, following you around every corner and through every doorway. He had such a pitiful plead on his face, like a dog begging for that one little piece of bacon left on your plate. But what he wanted was much more risky to give.

“No!” you spit at him, annoyed, “You promised you wouldn’t bite me, and yet again, you DID!”

He winced at your anger. He never meant to test your patience nor your temper. Yet he never denied that his self control, especially with this form, was weak and always cracking.
“But..honey..!” He whines, slamming his upper humanoid torso onto the floor before grabbing you by the ankles, causing you to stumble forward and land on your hands and feet on the floor with a thud and a grunt.

“DANIEL!”

You snap your head back to scowl at him, and he just stays as pathetic as every crawling above you and pinning your arms down out by your sides before trying to make a point of who the hell cares.

“I really miss cuddling with you like we used to..” He sounded genuine enough, but he did not try to restrain that weird worm of a tongue that he now had. It flicked and twitched towards the general direction of your neck even while he attempted to speak to you like a normal person. This made you take whatever he was about to say with a grain of salt.

“Look, you can hold my mouth shut, LOCK it shut even, I don’t care how! I can, like…uhm…”

He pauses in thought, looking around the once-vacant apartment living room you both now shared. His brows were crinkled with worry, and his eyes followed suit. It was definitely cute to see him display serious emotions still, you didn’t doubt.

“I can keep my head under the bed or something…”

While pondering, his strangely textured hands and fingers fidget uneasily with your arms that he held down in his grasps. You weren’t afraid really, but you were definitely getting fed up being trapped down onto the floor with him.

“OR!”

His eyes open wide as they’re accustomed to doing, and that all too familiar Dan grin crept back up into position.

“I can use some snacks or something to keep my mind and tongue off of your bones!”

You roll your eyes and sigh, looking up at him with an annoyed but affectionate huff. You knew he didn’t want to kill you, and so far the worst that he had done was make you feel a little woozy, but you had friends that helped you out of that situation, and they could probably help again. Still though, Dan’s “thingy”, as he called it, indeed hurt. Badly. And on Dan’s end, he enjoyed the sensation of bone marrow flooding his proboscis and throat so much that he sounded more and more like a manipulative partner each day. He would say things that promptly made you feel a sense of danger and looming misfortune.

“Please? Just a little bit more! I promise that you’ll be fine! Don’t you trust me? Your handsome and funny boyfriend?”

“Hey, if you just give me a little bit more of your delectable marrow, I’ll let you…uh…Look, it would be the nice thing for a partner to do!”

“Well, it feels good to ME, and wouldn’t you love knowing that you’re making your man happy?? Is that not enough??”

It made you shudder. You honestly had no idea why you still felt like staying with him. Did you somehow still see the heart and soul of the original nerdy goofball in there? Or were you just freaky?

“Pleeaaaassee!!”

He snapped you out of your thoughts by shaking your body slowly but deliberately enough to get your brain out of its focus.

“I…Dan..”
You can only look up at your giant insectoid partner and hope he listens to your pleas and lets you go.
“You really need to grasp just how dangerous your feeding habits are, babe. I only have so much of it, and too much sucked out too quickly is VERY MUCH able to end me quicker than we could get me to help.”

Dan immediately interrupts with a response to try and save himself.
“I WON’T KILL YOU-“

Bless this weird man. This man-child, more like.

“I DON’T WANT TO. I’D END MYSELF!”

It wasn’t his fault that he had become what he was…except for the fact that it is. He looked outside of his own accord, which is again, more evidence of his unpredictability and danger levels. You literally had to be cautious with him now because he was barely different from a wild animal. He could be so soft and cuddly like a circus bear. As affectionate as a cat and as loyal as a dog. But, like all animals, especially wild ones, he could never be trusted. Unless one wanted to risk death by testing just how safe a wild-blooded animal would be, testing him was not smart. You hated all of this, but you had to stay vigilant. You didn’t want to leave him and you surely still loved him. It was all always a big eternal torment.

“I know you don’t want me to die, but don’t you admit that you’re still a huge risk to my life regardless?”

A few deep whimpers from his throat were his responses at first. He once again returned to glancing everywhere as he panicked and struggled to calm himself down. It was actually pretty adorable and attractive just how desperate he was to keep you with him in this relationship. You really must be his world for him to keep trying to fix and restrain himself.

“I don’t want..t-to…”

He relaxes his facial structure, now simply bummed. His ribbed chest expands and deflates with his deep breath, and he releases you with little reluctance before sitting himself on the floor. As you worked yourself back up to regain your footing, you actually nearly smirked seeing this huge monster man sitting so awkwardly. That, and you were genuinely relieved and surprised that he just let you go like that without further arguments. He doesn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he hangs his head down in sorrow and grabs his own face, his voice now muffled by his palms.

“I don’t know what else to say…You’re tastier than any food I’ve ever had..You’re like, the best desert ever..”

You swore he sounded like he was nearly in tears.

“I love you so much!! You’ve loved everything about me, made me feel like something important for once..Made me feel like there’s something else in the world other than video games and whatever other hobbies I have-I really love you-I don’t want to kill you…”
He freed his face from his hands and meets your gaze once more. His eyes were wet and his teeth were bared as he produced small hiccup-like sounds from the bellowing depths of his throat.

“It’s so hard…So fucking hard…”

Seeing him so down like this hurt you too. Maybe, just maybe, there was some fool proof way to be able to safely stay with him. You truly hoped so, for he also made you ecstatic and worth more than you first thought you were. You put your mental foot down, ready to finally put as much thought as you can into a solution for the both of you.

“..We will think of something. Maybe Leigh could help? Since she’s part monster and seems to be ok at controlling herself…unlike you-“
You stifle a giggle, and even though he was relieved to hear your sheer determination to keep the relationship alive, he still had to remind you that he’s a silly dude with a genuine “HHRR-!” of an embarrassed snarl.

“Shut uuuuppp!”

He slams his two primary fists into the floorboards below, his other limbs kicking and stomping as means of releasing his pent-up frustrations. You simply cackle at him. You love this guy so much.