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yikimiki · 1 year

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Can I please request;

King eren who's been lusting after his personal maid for the longest time. Smut when he has her clean every inch of him during a bath and tells her to clean his cock with her mouth.

I LOVE fantasy aus, this was heaven-sent. Note! Eren is older here, around his early 30s, and I imagined reader to be around early/mid 20’s (though age isn’t specified). Also this is LONG! I don’t know WC Bc I wrote on tumblr but i guess around 4-5K!! 🪦

>> of marble and gold

⚠️ warnings: smut, obvious power imbalance/abuse (so dub-con), dark content because Eren is… obsessive, heavy objectification/degradation of reader (“whore” and such), oral, creampie, bruising/marking

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The brown leaves twirl to the ground as a new season begins, and King Eren’s patience — and self-control — has reached its limit. After almost fifty years of the Jaeger family negotiating with the neighboring kingdom, the new ruler broke tradition like it was nothing more than a frail wax seal. The message is clear: no more commercial settlements, no more food trade, until they returned with the treasure they had stolen nearly a century ago. Until the vaults are full, and his people are once again able to enjoy their own crops, friendly conversations are off the table.

Surprisingly, it works. After panic has subsided and a tense meeting is scheduled, the threat of an upcoming war is larger than the power of negotiation — with that, a new system is at play, and the table dips a little more towards Eren’s kingdom.

It’s one of the easiest years in a long, long time — plates are full, the people are happy, and the small economy is finally blossoming into something more substancial. Eren is constantly surrounded by all types of people who seek to impress him (or take his newly found riches), little annoying flies buzzing around him during the day, then trying to enter his chambers at night.

But Eren is difficult to impress. He’s a serious man with serious goals, and a short dress skit or an inviting deal isn’t enough to make him pay attention. However, amidst all that calamity, you manage to make him double take.

The influx of people to his lands came with the news of a fruitful economy, so it isn’t a surprise that he doesn’t immediately recognize you. There are countless new servants in the castle, some of which are constantly out of his sight, so your random appearance is, in a way, expected. And, yet, amongst so many faces, his gaze stills in yours.

Once again, Eren is a serious man with serious goals — and with even more serious needs and desires. The switch of your position (from a kitchen servant to his personal maid) is swift and direct, leaving no room for objection. It’s not typical for women to assist royal men in such personal affairs such as bathing or clothing — not officially, at least — so he expects that the change with cause a little fuss. But no one has the guts to go against him.

The first time you see King Eren, he is a giant in front of you, watching closely as you kneel in front of his throne. There are dark shadows over his face and his green eyes shine with amusement, long brown hair falling like a cascade over his features. There’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he tells you to stand, and countless scars on his hand as he holds yours and orders you to be at his chamber at nightfall, so you can help him bathe. You agree and leave hurriedly, heartbeat booming in your ears.

Eren is a handsome man, that much you knew. But what you didn’t know is how massive and overtaking his very presence is — well, you suppose that is expected of any monarch, but it’s different when you witness it yourself. He is the center of the galaxy and everyone else, yourself included, is simply gravitating around him, moving aimlessly through life until he, even if briefly, gives meaning to it. To have someone so great, so respected, to personally chose you amongst so many to serve him… is strange.

You’re not naive — the years being both a commoner and a woman have taught you more than most maids in the castle would’ve dreamt of living. You know what men want, especially powerful ones like Eren, and you know your position is extremely delicate. Even if, now, you don’t wish to deny any of his advances, you know that the mere possibility would mean death to you. So you accept, even knowing you’re placing a noose around your neck. Even knowing you’re only getting out of this if he loses interest or, somberly, dead.

The first night you spend in Eren’s chambers you know that the first option is nearly impossible. He looks at you like you’re a mythical being, the finest piece of art, watching your movements closely as you help him bathe — your hands moving up and down on the water, keeping the circle of wetting the rag, cleaning his skin, and wetting it again. You’re strictly professional, never staring at his body, especially the parts beneath the water. From your peripheral vision, you see his defined muscles and deep battle scars, but don’t dare to look at it directly.

“Where did you come from?” He asks eventually, scaring you and making you drop the piece of soap in your hands. Eren’s voice is deep and commanding even in such intimate situation, and you feel yourself shrinking. “You’re not from here.”

The second part isn’t a question. “I came from the East, my king.”

Eren isn’t satisfied by your answer. “Why did you come?”

“My family’s farm was burnt down and I needed to work, my king,” you tell him, placing the dirty rag aside as you move to reach for the soap. Thankfully there is a layer of bubbles on the water now, and there is nothing else to see. “So I came here.”

He hums, laying back against the cool material. “Look at your king,” he orders. You blink, overwhelmed, and do as he says. His eyes are looking directly at your soul, one wet strand of hair glued to his forehead, and you squeeze the bar of soap so tightly that your nails dig to the surface. “Better. What is your name?”

You tell him.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. You gulp and sit back against your heels, watching as his hand moves closer to you, pushing your hair behind your ear. Shadows and candlelight reflects on his face like a dream. “It’s quite obvious you’re a foreigner. We don’t have women as beautiful as you.”

“T-Thank you, my king.” You look down. Your heart hammers like a caged bird against your ribcage, your lungs fight against expectation. His touch lingers. “I believe your bath is finished, your highness, do you wish for me to help you into—“

“Finished?” He raises one eyebrow, and you feel the noose around your neck tighten. “It is not. You forgot a place.”

You lower your head. “My deepest apologies, your highness.”

He hums, then startles you as he abruptly rises from the water. You use all your force not to look up at him. “Come. Dry me.”

You blink. “My king, what about…”

“Don’t argue, sweet girl. Your king commands you,” Eren says. There is poison dripping from his lips and you nod, getting up to your feet. “Dry me.”

You swallow. “Yes, my king.”

The pace in which you dry Eren’s body is torturous, your gaze glued to your own hands as you move the dry towel over his skin. First his face and hair, where he stares at you intently, then moving down to his chest, his arms.

Eren himself is enthralled, unable to cut his thoughts of you. Up close, you’re flawless, divine. Every movement you make is perfect, even the way you bite your lip and blink at him makes him dizzy with desire. He has never seen someone as beautiful as you, a young maiden with plump breasts and a delicate face; someone who listens to him so closely yet keeps their distance, respectful and fearful of their king — as all should be. He must have you. More than this, more than as a worker, he must have you, body and soul.

Your body arches as you move closer to his abdomen, touches becoming clearly more clumsy as your hands approach his private parts. The mere anticipation of having you so close makes Eren’s cock grow, thick and heavy, until it’s almost fully erect and you pause, startled.

“There, love. That’s where you missed a spot,” Eren says. You gulp and look up at him, wide eyes searching for something in his expression. He signals towards his erection with a movement of his head. “Clean it.”

“M-My king,” you speak, nervous. “Do you wish me to… clean you? There?”

He nods. “With your mouth. Be a good girl and clean it all up.,” he says. You lick your lips and look down at his large member — you knew it would come down to this and, yet, you are taken off guard. You didn’t think it would be this way. “And it’s Eren. These titles are making me mad with rage.”

You kneel in front of him — Eren realizes he is quite fond of that position. “Yes, my- Eren.”

Your hand seems so small against his cock, now fully erect, barely taking him halfway before your lips touch his crown. Eren is both long and thick, throbbing in your hand as you suck on his head, humming around him before daring to go a little deeper. The size makes you choke up slightly, but you prevail. You want to pleasure your king, and if this is the way, so be it.

“Don’t be afraid to put it all inside, love.” He sighs. You do as you’re told, fighting against the tears as you push more of his size inside your mouth. It touches your throat and you gag, but you don’t stop. When Eren starts to moan, a deep groan in his throat, you start to set a rhythm. “There it is, there’s my obedient whore. Just as perfect as I had imagined.”

There’s wetness building between your thighs at his filthy words, a growing desire inside you as you look up at him. Eren is a god above you, made of marble and gold, looking down at you like you’re nothing but a hole for him to use. The defined muscles of his abdomen are contracting as you suck him harder, his eyes focused on your stretched-out lips as you struggle to take him.

“Fuck… what a perfect little mouth you have,” he breathes out. You close your eyes and take him even deeper, making a string of curses and threats fall from his mouth. His large hand meets the back of your head and pulls a handful of your hair, moving your face as he likes on his cock. “Good fucking whore,” Eren moans. “My fucking whore from now on. No one will fuck you. Only me.” You gag around his cock, but he doesn’t stop. Eren fucks your mouth until you’re sobbing, until he’s about to spill inside it — and then he pushes your head away. “Get on the fucking bed. I’m going to make you mine forever.”

You’re so overwhelmed that you barely process the walk between his bathroom and the large bed — in fact, you don’t even have time to think about how that is the single largest piece of furniture you’ve ever seen before you’re thrown on the bouncy mattress. One second you’re standing next to your king, and the next Eren is looming over you, kissing you like you’re the air that he breathes, like your mouth is made of honey. His hands are all over your body, literally tearing and ripping your dress in a desperate, animalistic attempt to get you undressed.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles before he latches onto one of your breasts, sucking as his hand squeezes the other one. You’re fully naked now, lying in a bed of rags — rags that used to be your dress.

Eren marks you up with his hickeys, spanks the skin of your thighs until it’s bruised and you’re whining for him to stop. You sob and cry, but he shuts you up with another kiss just so he can tear those pretty sounds from you again.

“M-My king, please,” you beg. The wetness between your legs is embarrassing, and your body is all marked up by the time Eren is done with exploring it. He is lost in the mission of making — of marking — you his, barely even hears what you say. “I need…”

Then something clicks. He holds your face in his hand and pushes it closer to his, squeezing your cheeks together. There is fire burning at the bottom of his eyes, and you know you’ve said something wrong. “You don’t need anything, you don’t request anything. Understand? I’m your king, and you’re my whore. Act like it.”

You swallow — your throat hurts. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be.”

Eren is a serious man and a man of his word. You can’t even think about what to say to redeem yourself before he starts pushing his cock against your pussy, rubbing the tip against your folds once, twice, before slamming himself deep inside you. You sob at the feeling, walls fighting to adjust to his size, but he doesn’t even let the burning sensation subside before he starts fucking you.

“What is it? Did you not need this?” He coos. You half-nod half-shake your head, not even sure of it yourself. Eren sneers at your pathetic situation — all teary eyes and messy hair, holding onto his arms as he drills his cock in and out of your tight hole. And, yet, he still thinks you’re the most heavenly thing he has ever seen. “Your pussy feels so fucking… so fucking good.” He moans. “I’m going to fill it up every night. Get you all full with cock and cum every chance I get.”

Your eyes roll back at his words, as promise feels like a dream. You’d like that — after so many years of struggle and hard work, you would love to be a brainless little hole for your king to use and abuse whenever he wishes. You’d love to be dressed in the finest of silk and kissed with fervor, be treated like royalty, even if it isn’t true. You would love it with all your heart.

“Look at me when I fuck you, whore. Look at your king,” Eren brings you back to reality. You do as he says, meeting the savage look in his eyes as he fucks you harder, deeper, hitting all the sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. “Who do you belong to?” He asks, frowning. “Tell me.”

“Eren— I belong to you, Eren, my king,” you answer without hesitation. Your cunt squeezes him tightly as you cum hard, moaning loud and unashamed. You’d regret it in the morning but now… now you’re made of gold and marble too.

“You’re your king’s. Remember that,” he says. You nod, barely aware of the world around you as you dive deeper into pleasure. “Going to cum,” Eren strains. Forget that — now he looks like a god. Muscles tensing and jaw clenching as he uses your body however he pleases, plunging his cock inside you again and again until your wet pussy milks him dry; cock throbbing as he cums inside you. “Fuck, fuck,” he moans, hips faltering as his cock releases inside you again and again. “God, that’s so much fucking cum.”

A whine escapes your mouth as you feel it soak the sheets beneath you, but you say nothing. You dive into the moment like it’s your last one on earth: a moment in which you’re monarchy, loved and fucked into bliss, not a care in the world but the feeling dripping between your thighs. Though, the illusion never lasts long — you watch as Eren finishes and then rolls around next to you, staring at the ceiling with a sigh.

Even after everything, it feels wrong. Like you shouldn’t be here. “M-My king,” you speak after a second of silence, “should I go?”

He turns to you, somber as always. You can’t decipher his tone as he answers. “Not yet,” Eren speaks. “Only when the sun comes up. If I’m done with you by then.”

#aot smut #eren smut #attack on titan smut #eren x reader #eren x you #snk smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger x you #king eren #eren fic

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Kusuriya no Hitorigoto Part 1A: OP1 Hana Ni Natte

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The first eight flowers in the anime's first opening "Hana Ni Natte" correspond to brief, individual story arcs in the first cour of season 1...

-> 1.1) Rhododendron

The 1st flower depicted in the opening is the Rhododendron (Rhododendron sp.)—which is also featured during episodes 1 and 2. In Japan, this flower is called shakunage (石楠花). It symbolises majesty, danger and caution in hanakotoba. The Rhododendron’s symbolism of “majesty” is believed to be derived from its beautiful, bountiful flowers while its symbolism of danger and caution stems from the poison in its leaves. Rhododendron plants contain toxic compounds known as grayanotoxins, which, if consumed, can be dangerous to humans and cats. The symbolism of the Rhododendron in other countries is similar to that in Japan. In Western floriography, it represents danger, caution, and suspicion. In contrast to this, the flower also represents beauty, fragility, and grace due to its intricate shape. Pink rhododendrons in particular represent self-love and compassion.

-> 1.2) Cotton Rose

The 2nd flower featured in the first opening is the Cotton Rose (Hibiscus mutabilis)—also called the cotton rosemallow or confederate rose. Cotton roses were featured in the third episode of the anime and are canonically associated with Princess Fuyō who shares her name with the flower. Notably, in the opening the double-flowered variant of the Cotton rose was used rather than the standard version used in the anime. In Japan, cotton roses are called fuyō (芙蓉). In hanakotoba, it symbolises delicate beauty and gentle love—likely derived from its flowers which evoke a delicate, soft feeling. This flower exhibits a phenomenon known as floral colour change, in which the blossoms are white in the morning, pink around midday, and red by nightfall. Cotton roses can be toxic to humans, potentially causing skin irritation and burns if incorrectly handled. Cotton roses are most commonly symbolic of eternal love, devotion, and affection in Western floriography. It also represents sacrifice and resilience—and is historically tied with the American Civil War. The flower's capability to change colour from white to red has made it a symbol of the transformation and adaptability that individuals and communities endure during times of conflict and transition.

-> 1.4) Violet

The violet (Viola mandshurica) is the 4th flower depicted in the first opening; they also appear briefly in Episode 5. While generally not harmful to humans, some violets contain substances that can harm cats if ingested. In Japan, they are called sumire (菫). In hanakotoba, violets symbolise honesty, humility, sincerity, and small happiness. Purple violets in particular represent chastity and love. Their representation of humility and honesty is probably derived from their profound blossoms, which thrive discreetly by the roadside or in the grass. In Western floriography, violets symbolise modesty, faithfulness, intuition, spiritual wisdom, harmony and balance. Purple violets symbolise daydreaming and “you occupy my thoughts”—while blue violets symbolise honesty, love, trust, commitment and devotion.

-> 1.5) Montauk daisy

The Montauk daisy (Nipponanthemum nipponicum) is the 5th flower depicted in the first opening, and additionally, they also appear briefly in episode 6. Some daisy varieties can be mildly toxic to humans—causing irritation if consumed—but poisonous to cats. In Japan, they are called Nippon giku (日本菊) and represent faith, peace, hope, chastity, beauty and facing hardship in hanakotoba. White daisies in particular symbolise innocence. Its symbolism of beauty is derived from its Latin name while its symbolism of hope is derived from the property of its flowers to open when light shines on them. In Western floriography, daisies symbolise chastity, beauty, rebirth, new beginnings and hope. This is because they are usually the first flowers to bloom in the spring. White daisies represent purity and innocence; whilst pink daisies represent gentle admiration, affection or adoration. Daisies also represent loyalty, love, simplicity, humility and the ability to keep a secret.

-> 1.6) Toad Lily

The 6th flower depicted in the first opening is the Toad lily (TricyrtIis hirta), which also appears in episode 8 of the anime. Although toad lilies are not regarded as being highly toxic, they are poisonous to cats. In Japan, toad lilies are called Hototogisu (ホトトギス)—which coincides with the Japanese name with the lesser cuckoo bird. This is because the markings on its petals are similar to those on the bird's chest. consequently, the "Little Cuckoo" lullaby sung by the courtesan in episode 8 and Fengxian in episode 23 shares the same name as the flower. In hanakotoba, toad lilies symbolise loyalty, friendship, hidden thoughts and “forever yours”. In Western floriography, toad lilies symbolise elegance, beauty, and fertility. In Buddhism, they symbolise wisdom, strength and compassion.

-> 1.7) Nandina

The 7th flower depicted in the first opening is Nandina (Nandina domestica)—often called heavenly bamboo or sacred bamboo. This plant is also featured in episode 9 of the anime but is depicted as a fruit rather than a flower. In Japan, the Nandina is called Nanten (南天) and symbolises “good family” and “my love only grows” in hanakotoba. Nandina blooms with small, white flowers in early summer)—before developing little fruits that gradually redden as winter approaches giving rise to its symbolic representation of "My love only deepens." Additionally, Nandina's symbolism of a "good family" stems from its abundance of fruits, which are interpreted as a symbol of prosperity for offspring. On New Year's Day, the nandina is also considered an auspicious tree to ward off catastrophes. In Western floriography, the nandina represents good luck, fortune, and prosperity. This is due to the Nandina being considered a lucky charm in Japan, which has recently led to it becoming a popular housewarming gift. Despite its positive meaning, Nandina is highly harmful to birds and mammals. However, it is widely regarded as non-toxic to humans.

-> 1.8) Azalea

The 8th flower depicted in the first opening is an orange azalea (Rhododendron japonicum). Additionally, red-pink azaleas appear during episode 11. Aside from its beauty, the azalea is known for being extremely toxic—it contains andromedotoxins in its leaves and nectar, including honey made from the nectar. Given that its nectar is equally hazardous, Japanese beekeepers avoid gathering honey during its flowering season in areas where it grows naturally. In Japan, these flowers are called renge tsutsuji (蓮華躑躅) and represent patience and modesty in hanakotoba. Orange azaleas symbolise passion and constancy—while red azaleas represent temperance and "burning thoughts". In Western floriography, azaleas represent temperance, prudence, caution, love, passion, and romance. Since azaleas symbolise temperance, which refers to self-restraint—particularly when confronted with temptation—they are considered a representation of moderation or the balance of different elements in one's life. Orange azaleas specifically symbolise vitality, excitement, encouragement, adventure and discovery. While red azaleas represent love, beauty, passion, and desire, as well as a woman's tenacity and defiance. Additionally, azaleas can represent fragile love as their blossoms easily come off from their stem upon the slightest touch. Consequently, the flower is used to signify a fragile love that can still persevere into a lasting one. Due to the Azalea's toxicity, in certain cultures, giving someone a bouquet of azaleas in a black vase is taken as a death threat.

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Part 1A│ Part 1B │Part 2

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[A/N: Please check out part 1B and part 2 as well! Since I've only watched the anime but haven't read the manga or light novels and thus cannot comment on how everything ties into the overarching storyline or character development—I didn't go into too much detail here... Also, since there are so many flowers featured, this post would grow way too long if I did lmao.

If anyone has any ideas on what anime/anime theme song I should cover next in this series please lmk✿ Also, if you liked this post, check out my other hanakotoba analysis posts...]

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words-writ-in-starlight · 11 months

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Hello, I came across your Kencyrath rec post and I am tentatively intruiged. That said I wanted to ask about a trigger before I dive in. Suicide is pretty strong trigger for me. I can handle it if it's mentioned, but detailed descriptions of the act or a lot of time spent in a suicidal character's head/thoughts dealing with suicidal ideation would not be. Is this an issue in the Chronicles of Kencyrath, and if it is, do you have a different recommendation?

Okay SO.

The Kencyrath exist in a honor/shame society, in which going against the code of honor (lying, breaking your word, etc) is considered a sin that can only be forgiven through an honorable death. Sometimes this takes the form of going into battle without the intention to come back, generally without armor, but it also takes the form of ritualized suicide with a specific kind of knife. I would call it a very specific kind of suicidal ideation, in which it doesn’t come so much from a depressive headspace as it does from a kind of rigidly religious one. There isn’t a ton of time spent in the heads of characters actively pursuing ritual suicide, nor what I would call traditional depressive suicidality, but it IS a very present element of the society, including people freely making choices with the understanding that they will be expected to take their own life afterward, or people being forced to take their own life as an alternative to being dishonored. Think samurai rules or Imperial Chinese rules and you’ll be in the right ballpark. Ultimately I can’t know the inside of your brain, but if onscreen suicide discussion or aftermath is a concern, I might table this series until you feel more ready for it.

In terms of alternative recommendations, buckle up, I have a list based on what part of the Kencyrath pitch you were into. These recommendations are made with the assumption that all the OTHER content warnings for the Kencyrath are not a problem, but I’ll note any really major ones and include a broad rating according to AO3 rules. Anything with an asterisk by it heavily features the big Chivalric Devotion vibes of the main Kencyrath dynamics. I read a lot of that.

Sprawling politics:

The Unbroken* (drafted soldier impresses daughter of the empress, they try to stop a war, full of double-crossing schemes and gallant ladies, cw colonialism, M for violence, sex, and extremely real colonialism)

The Captive Prince* (dethroned prince is sold into slavery under his mortal enemy, definitional enemies-to-lovers content, cw sexual assault, E for a very sexually relaxed culture in a bad way)

A Taste of Gold and Iron* (unambitious prince gets tangled up in a currency fraud scheme and gets a shiny new bodyguard, E for a very sexually relaxed culture in a good way)

October Daye series (starts out classic urban fantasy, rapidly becomes Blood Magic and Politics The Series, for those committed to a long series, T for violence)

Pulp fantasy adventure vibes:

Hero and the Crown/The Blue Sword* (classic sword and sorcery fantasy, for DnD lovers and people who read Horse Girl Books as kids, General Audiences)

Silver Under Nightfall* (vampire couple teams up with vampire hunter to cure a magical plague, the polyamorous murder romance you need in your life, cw coercive assault and body horror, E for gore and numerous threesomes)

Heaven Official’s Blessing***** (translated Chinese novel, very old fallen god returns to Heaven and Does His Best, for those committed to a LONG book, currently on volume 8, T for violence)

Witch King (body hopping demon tries to solve his own murder with his found family in tow, perfect standalone book, T for violence)

Spicy magic systems:

The City We Became/The World We Made (sentient cities and extra dimensional invaders, for everyone who read a lot of Avengers In NYC fic back in 2012, cw racism and survival sex work, M for sex)

Gideon the Ninth/The Locked Tomb series***** (everyone knows about this series, it’s the one with the lesbian space necromancers, cw for just the craziest flavors of abuse, M for violence and cannibalism I guess, also fits the below category)

The Gilded Ones* (what if all the misogynists who said women were demons were absolutely correct, and it was fucking rad, cw for SO much sexism and also religious indoctrination, T for violence)

A Soul to Keep* et al (okay oKAY LOOK THIS IS MONSTERFUCKER CONTENT BUT I RECOMMEND IT, local cursed woman gets forced to marry a demon, they argue a lot and the sex scenes are REAL bizarre, cw kidnapping and the second book deals with a character coming out of a severe depression, HARD E for monsterfucking, obviously)

Interpersonal relationships that are just SO fucked up:

A Dowry of Blood (a letter from Dracula’s first wife to the man himself, cw domestic abuse, M for adult themes and sex)

Remnants of Filth/Yuwu* (translated Chinese novel, loyal general becomes the jailer for his traitorous ex-lover, cw slavery and discussion of sexual assault, E for sex)

The Salt Grows Heavy (homicidal Little Mermaid and plague doctor wander through an apocalypse together, actually read everything Cassandra Khaw has ever touched, the absolute pinnacle of horror, cw all her stuff for really creative violence and body horror, M for violence and gore)

Anyway if you have any other book recommendation questions and/or you read any of these and enjoy them, hit me up, recommending books to people is genuinely one of my great joys in life.

#Kencyrath #book rec #chronicles of the Kencyrath #hooooo boy howdy let’s get into these tags huh #the unbroken #the captive prince #a taste of gold and iron #October daye #the blue sword #silver under nightfall #heaven official’s blessing #tgcf #witch king #the city we became #the locked tomb #Gideon the ninth #the gilded ones #a soul to keep #a dowry of blood #remnants of filth #Yuwu #the salt grows heavy #cassandra khaw #listen i fucking L O V E recommending books #i AM the person who will ask what you like about your favorite books and recommend five things off the top of my head #i flatter myself I’m quite good at it #oh the other cassandra khaw book i recommend is hammers on bone #which is about an elder god working a day job as a private investigator #and has the vibe of a magnus archives Meat Episode(TM)#but that one doesn’t really fit the kencyrath tone except a couple niche scenes in the master’s house and jame’s nightmares

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Marmoris (Chapter Twenty Two)

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The rehearsal is over, and you are in search of your boyfriend. You spot him a few seconds after saying goodbye to all the other girls but your sister. Sarah wants to stay with you and spend the day together once you say goodbye to JJ as well. After crossing the room to get closer to him, he lifts his head and makes eye contact with you. You smile brightly, waving a little, but he does not return the smile or wave. Instead, he looks away, his jaw clenching, before he hustles away to deliver drinks.

“That was weird,” Sarah mutters. Her face scrunched up in confusion.

You nod, a confused look taking over your facial features. “Jay!” You call when he starts to head for the kitchen. But again, he ignores you, and the double kitchen doors swing shut after he has disappeared through them. “Do you think Rafe said something to him?”

“No, but even if he did, I don’t think JJ would take his word for it.”

You frown and fish out your phone. You text him quickly and watch as three bubbles pop up before disappearing again.

“Hey! Look who it is!” Kelce’s voice calls out as he approaches. Topper hangs back, annoyed with having to be around either of you. “The Cameron twins.”

“Hey, Kelce,” Sarah smiles tensely, but you look away. “Golfing?”

“Of course! A summer tradition, right?”

She nods, glancing at you before turning back to Kelce. “Well, we are heading out.”

“Right.” He agrees before looking at you, but you do not meet his gaze. Instead, you are focusing on the kitchen doors, waiting on JJ to emerge again. “Everything okay, y/n?”

“Fine.”

Your response is clipped, but you know Kelce, and you know that any inch you give, he will take and run with it.

“I heard you were dating that pogue.”

“You heard right,” you respond, your tone sharp, and this time you meet his gaze head-on. “Since the start of summer.”

He smirks. “Rebel.”

You roll your eyes. “No, just insanely happy.” You hook your arm through Sarah’s. “Come on, Sarah. We should go.”

Kelce opens his mouth to speak, but you ignore him while Sarah and you both leave him behind.

“What is going on?” She asks, leaning into you.

You frown, shaking your head. “JJ is ignoring me, and I don’t know why.”

“Do you want to sneak into the kitchen?”

“No, let’s just go home. Maybe he needs space. We’ll see each other later tonight.”

A faint smile paints her lips before she sighs, and you leave the Island Club behind together.

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By nightfall, you are both at the Chateau. You had to sneak out due to your grounding, and Sarah and Wheezie agreed to help you. Wheezie promised to cover you while Sarah drove you to the Chateau after you climbed down from your window.

“I still can’t believe you did that!” She laughs, watching you as you look at your scraped palms.

You shrug, lifting your head to look for JJ as you enter through the front door. Kiara and Pope smile at you when they see you together.

“Hey!” Kie smiles.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” Sarah asks before you can say hi back.

“Yeah, I think so.” Kiara goes into the kitchen, and Pope crosses the room to look at your palms.

“What happened?”

“Slipped during my escape mission,” you mutter, exposing your palms to him. He winces at the sight. “But I didn’t fall.”

“What is it?” John B asks, coming in from the backyard.

“She slipped on the roof.” Sarah crosses the room to him, and you smile faintly at her. “She didn’t fall, though.”

You laugh before shaking your head. “I’m grounded for sassing Rose.”

“Oh.”

You nod, glancing around the house. “Where’s JJ?”

“Back yard,” John B hooks his thumb over his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

You shrug. “Why?”

“He seems moody.”

Sarah and you both shake a look before you exhale and start to go.

“Wait!” Kie stands up from looking in the cabinet under the sink. “Here!”

“Thanks, Kie. Can you guys give us a minute?” You whisper and take the kit before going into the backyard. JJ looks up from the hammock he is sprawled in to see you. A frown passes over his features. “You okay?”

“Fine.”

You frown at him once you are closer. “Something is up with you.”

“Why do you have a first aid kit?”

You look down at the kit tucked under your arm. “Oh. I umm… well, I wanted to see you, so I climbed out of my window since I’m grounded.” You look down at your palms. “I slipped on the roof and cut my hands up a bit.”

He shifts, pulling your hands closer to him. His ocean eyes inspect your hands before looking up at you. “You should have just stayed home.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out before you slowly retract your touch from him. “I’m sorry…”

“Come here,” he mutters while getting out of the hammock and leading you to a lawn chair. You sit, and he takes the kit. You watch him quietly at first as he works to open it and pull out what he needs. “I wanted to see you after not saying goodbye this afternoon.”

He stays silent, working away at your injuries.

“Jay, what is going on?” You probe, your hand flexing around his touch. “Please talk to me. Was it Rafe? Kelce? Topper? My dad?” You want to touch him, force him to look at you, and tell you what is going on. But his intentions are clear as he remains silent and cleans the cuts before putting bandages over the deeper ones. Your gazes lock when he is finished. “What happened?” You whisper, afraid of the haunted look in his eyes. “Talk to me, Baby.”

He shrugs. “John B and Sarah are together.” You are mute, waiting for him to continue. The indifference in his tone tells you where this is heading, and it scares you. “So… our plan worked.”

“It did.”

“There’s no point of this continuing any further then.”

You recoil from him, pain flashing through you. Your exact fear is coming to life. He is breaking up with you. “You don’t mean that.”

“Why not?” He asks, standing and taking a step back. “We had a plan, and it worked. There is no reason for us to continue. It was all for them to get together. You said it yourself.”

“Jay…” You stand and reach for him, but he moves further away from you. You did say that in the beginning, but it has progressed so much since then. It is so much more, and he knows it, or at least you thought he did. “A-are… are you breaking up with me?”

Hurt flashes across your face, and he sees it. His chest aches, and he looks away.

“We did what we wanted to do, y/n. They are happy together.”

You exhale, glancing at the Chateau. Four faces stare back at you both with worry. “And I’m happy with you.”

JJ laughs, and it is not his usual carefree laugh. “Are you, though? You could have any kook you want, and you want to be with me, a pogue? You want to be with a pogue to feel free again. There are plenty of other pogues you can date now. I don’t want to be your excuse to walk on the wild side anymore.”

Tears well in your eyes, and his words cut deep. “Okay,” you whisper before closing the distance between you. Your hands brace on your shoulders as you lean up and press your lips to the corner of his lips. He wants to touch you, to pull you against him, but he stays rigid, barely breathing until you pull completely away. “I guess I will see you around.”

“Maybe.”

You turn and walk away, tears flood your vision, and a muffled sob escapes from you. The need to escape, to get away from the prying eyes and the boy who has cut you so deep flares to life, so you run. You run past the Chateau and down the driveway, only stopping when Sarah screams your name.

After you are out of his sight, JJ kicks a beer can across the yard angrily. A screwed up look on his face as he berates himself over hurting you. John B follows Sarah without a word while Kie and Pope both know to take care of JJ and figure out what has happened.

“He broke up with me, Sarah!” You say sharply, reaching for the car keys once she is within a few inches of you. “I’m going back home. I don’t need to be here.”

“Wait, please!” She begs, clutching her car keys in her hand. “We should at least talk about it. JJ is being crazy.”

“No!” You snap back, reaching for the keys again. “He said what he feels, and I have to respect that.”

“He is being an idiot,” John B cuts in as he joins you both by her car. “We all know that.”

More tears flood your vision, and you have to look away from them. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I just want to go home.”

“Y/n, please. JJ is being stupid.” John B moves closer to you. “He doesn’t know what he is doing.”

“He doesn’t care about me like I thought, John B, that’s it. I’m done.” You reply sharply and turn to Sarah. “Haven’t I been through enough?”

Sarah shakes her head, trying not to cry as she watches all of your progress these past few weeks crumble. “Please stay.”

You shake your head, lift your chin, and set your boundary firmly in place. “Either give me the keys, or I walk home.”

She shakes her head, looking at her boyfriend. “I can’t leave her alone tonight. I’m going to take her home, okay?”

“Yeah,” John B agrees, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “I’ll try and talk to JJ.”

You get to the passenger door and pull it open while Sarah kisses her boyfriend goodbye. Your heart aches, and you avert your gaze from them. It does not take her long to climb into the car and pull away. Pain spreads across you when the Chateau disappears from your sight and JJ with it. Sarah grasps your hand tightly on the drive back to Figure 8. But you can only think about how bad it feels to have your heart broken once more.

(Chapter Twenty Three)

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Interview with Park Jimin

✏️Vampire Jimin x Yoongi x Reader🔞 ✏️fluff, angst, smut ⚠️Warnings: biting, blood, vampire attack, death of two characters, marking, double penetration, oral both male and female, light male masturbation.⚠️ 📖WC: 7,283

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“Y/N, wake up. We’re here.”

You opened your eyes to see the van sitting in front of a large iron gate with the name Park on it.

“You made it before nightfall?” You asked your favorite cameraman and bestfriend, stretching in an attempt to remove the kinks from your stiff neck.

“I told you I could get us here in time,” Yoongi answered with a proud smile.

“Do you see an intercom or anything?”

“No, can’t you just call him?”

“Greg said he doesn’t have a phone.”

“So how are we supposed to let him know we made it?” The two of you froze when the van filled with the sound of the gate moving.

“I guess he knows,” Yoongi said while you both watched it open. “Are you ready for this? Because once I drive through that gate, there’s no turning back.”

You flipped down your visor so that you could look at yourself in the mirror, “As ready as I can be to interview a vampire.”

Yoongi nodded and put the van in gear. “Alright, here we go.”

While Yoongi drove up the long driveway, you looked over the notes of questions your boss wanted you to ask. Greg might be the head of the studio, but he knew nothing about giving an interview. He was more worried about the ratings and less about educating the viewers.

When he’d brought up the idea of doing this for a halloween special, you laughed at him. There was no way he’d actually get one of them to agree. If you knew anything about them it was that they liked to be left alone. You were skeptical when he said he’d found one to interview, so when he asked for volunteers, you and Yoongi offered your services. The two of you figured if it turned out to be fake at least you'd get a mini vacation from the busy city.

You both leaned forward, heads tilted to the side and looked out the windshield as the giant house came into view. The house, along with everything around it, looked as if it was stuck in the Victorian ages.

“Is it possible to be turned on by a house?” Yoongi asked, putting the van in park.

“Knowing how much you love your architecture, for you it is.” You laughed as you took off your seatbelt and got out of the van.

“Look at it, Y/N. It’s fucking beautiful!” Yoongi stood beside you and put his arm around your shoulders, “Do you see those peaks?” Your eyes followed his hand as he pointed out all the features of the house. “Look at that molding and the windows! It’s like they just built the place. You don’t see many gothic Victorian houses that have all their original features like this.”

“The most modern thing here is the electricity. I’m trying to keep it as similar to the day I built it as possible.” You both turned your attention to the man who was standing on the steps by the front door. “You must be Y/N and Yoongi?” He stuck his hand out, “I am Park Jimin.”

You looked over the man as the three of you greeted each other and made small talk about the house. You were still very skeptical about him. He didn’t look at all like you’d pictured a vampire to look. He looked young, maybe in his mid to late twenties. His skin looked sunkissed and not pale like you’d imagined. To you, vampires were cold-hearted creatures with blood red eyes that would always have a look of disgust on their faces. His chocolate eyes and his bright smile were warm and friendly.

“You two must be exhausted from your trip. Why don’t we go inside? I’ll show you what rooms you’ll be staying in, then we can eat dinner and I’ll go over the rules before it gets late.”

“You eat real food?” You asked, taken aback by his mention of dinner.

“No. Normal food does nothing for my body. But you two are my guests and it would be rude of me to not join you.”

With Jimin’s strength and speed it took no time at all for the equipment to be unloaded from the van. You thought Yoongi was going to faint when the three of you stepped through the front door. The inside of the house also looked like it was trapped in time.

“How do you keep it so authentic?” Yoongi questioned while he slowly spun in circles with his mouth open.

“I built this house by hand and I don’t allow anyone else to do anything to it. I’m also extremely picky when it comes to who may enter and what they do. Now let’s go see your room, it’ll be nightfall in a few hours,” Jimin said, starting to ascend the stairs.

“Why did you want us here before nightfall?”

Jimin stopped at your question and looked at you. “Because, my love. The man you see before you is not the same as the beast that comes out underneath the moon.” A shiver went up your spine at the bone chilling smile that crossed his lips.

Still absorbed in the architecture of the old home and unaware of the conversation happening around him, Yoongi grabbed your wrist and pulled you up the stairs with him while he continued to ask Jimin more questions about the house.

Dinner was delicious with a lot more food on the table than either you or Yoongi could eat. Jimin apologized multiple times as he drank his concoction of wine and blood of the venison you were eating. He wasn’t used to having humans around and forgot how little some ate.

During dessert, Jimin went over the rules for the house. For someone who said he was picky about what people did while there, the rules were pretty simple. Don’t leave your room at night for any reason, he hunts during the night and has less control over what he’s doing. Don’t go exploring without him, the house had many tunnels and secret rooms, he didn’t want you to get lost. Lastly, if for some reason you must leave your room, do not go outside and do not go into the basement. He, along with other vampires, hunted in the woods near his house and he came in and out through the basement so that he wouldn’t get blood and dirt all over the house.

When the sky began to admit a fiery glow from the setting sun, Jimin hurried you along to your rooms. He wanted to make sure the two of you were safely in them before it completely set.

The morning came quicker than you liked. Your sleep was restless. You stayed up later than you should’ve writing new questions, and when you’d finally called it a night you were woken by the slightest noise. So, by the time Jimin came knocking to let you know it was safe and your food was ready, you practically flew out your door.

After breakfast you assisted Yoongi with setting up the equipment before you went and got ready to be on camera. This was the part you hated most about your job. Your boss insisted that all on camera personnel follow a dress code. For the men, it was a freshly ironed suit and tie with a pair of dress shoes. For the women, it was either a suit with a skirt or a dress, knee length to mid thigh, top needed to be a V cut showing just a hint of cleavage and a pair of heels. When it came to the mens hair, he was a little more lenient than he was with the women, who had to have theirs in a perfect bun.

Once your hair, makeup and clothes were perfect, you slowly went downstairs to join the other two in Jimin’s office.

“Five years and you still haven’t figured out how to walk in those?” Yoongi joked from behind Jimin as he hooked his mic up.

“Nope and I still hate the outfit,” You answered, removing your mic from the case.

Jimin cocked his head to the side and looked you over, “Then why do you wear it?”

“It’s part of the dress code. Hair up, makeup on, clothes perfect. Always be camera ready.” You repeated your boss’s motto.

“That’s a shame. You could’ve changed it while you’re here,” Jimin said with a tisk.

“Why?” You asked, fishing your mic through your shirt.

“I’m not sure it’s appropriate for me to say.”

You looked at him after clipping your mic. “Just say whatever it is, Jimin. I want you to feel comfortable enough to say what you want while we are here.”

“I can feel how uncomfortable you are. But I can’t tell if it’s just from the clothes or if it’s a mixture of them and me.”

“Well, I won't lie. It’s mainly what I’m wearing, but the fact that I’m showing a vampire my whole neck is a little off putting.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, you have a very beautiful neck.” Jimin smirked when he heard your heart skip a beat at his words.

The sound of Yoongi clapping made you jump, “Ok, let’s do this.” He said, guiding each of you to your chairs, before adjusting the cameras one last time.

You adjusted yourself and took a deep breath. “Are you ready?” You asked Jimin.

“Yes I am.” The vampire grinned and cocked his head to the side, “Why are you suddenly so nervous?”

“What makes you think I’m nervous?” You fidgeted with your skirt and blouse, avoiding eye contact with him while you made sure you weren’t showing too much skin.

“I can feel it and I can tell by the sound of your racing heartbeat. Is it because I said you had a beautiful neck?”

“Yes,” Yoongi answered from behind the laptop before you could. “She finds you attractive and you compliment her. She now doesn’t know what to do with herself.” You turned and sent Yoongi a death glare because of how easily he spilled your secret.

Jimin laughed and looked at him. “Interesting. How come she’s not the same way with you? You’re a good looking man and I’ve seen you compliment her a few times.”

“Oh, that’s because we’ve already-”

“Alright, first question,” You interrupted Yoongi and redirected the focus back on the interview. “Jimin, how long have you been a vampire?”

“713 years,” He answered, still smiling from the previous conversation.

“What age were you when you were first turned?”

Jimin looked to the ceiling for a second as he thought, “I was 20. I’d gone out drinking with some friends and ended up being attacked by a rogue vampire on my way home.”

“What do you mean by a rogue vampire?”

“A rogue vampire is a vampire who doesn’t have a coven or family and is alone.”

“Do you have a coven?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

“How can you tell the difference?”

“A rogue vampire is what humans normally think all vampires look like. They’re very sickly looking from a poor diet, thin, skin so pale it’s almost translucent.”

“Truthfully, I was shocked when I first met you yesterday. You don’t look at all like I’d pictured. You are so friendly and if I were to pass you on the street I’d have thought you were just like me.”

“I am like you in a way. When you become a vampire everything is stripped from you. Your life, your humanity. I just so happen to be one of the lucky few who was able to find a coven and get help quickly enough.”

“How did they help you?”

“The leader of my coven found me within a few hours of me being attacked. He brought me to the main house where I was taken care of and watched over. Because I wasn’t given the choice to be turned, once I was coherent enough I was given the option of either staying a vampire or dying. I was still young and wanted to live. So I made my decision to continue ‘living’ as a vampire. The following day I met with the coven’s witch and the rest is history.”

“A witch?”

Jimin let out a small laugh and nodded. “Yes, a witch. Every good coven has one. I won’t tell you how, but they give us protection. That’s how I’m able to be out in the sunlight for a certain amount of time and why I still look fully human during the day. And in return we protect them and help them in any way we can.”

You spent the next few hours sitting in Jimin’s office and walking around the property just casually talking. The piece of paper that was full of questions had long been forgotten the longer you chatted and learned more of his story.

You noticed a change in Jimin the later in the day it got. His normally chocolate colored eyes began to get a hint of red to them, and his usually calm composure started to crack.

“I think we can safely end the interview here,” You said as the three of you exited the garden. “The sun will be setting in a few hours and we still need to eat dinner.”

Jimin looked at the sky. “Huh, I didn’t even realize how late it was getting.”

“You might not have realized, but I can see the change in your body.” You said absentmindedly following Yoongi through the patio door.

Before you could blink Jimin was standing in front of you with a teasing smile on his face. “You’ve been paying attention to my body, Y/N?” he asked, walking backwards as you continued forward.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you said you could notice the change. Which means you’ve been paying attention.”

You stopped walking and sighed. “Your irises are starting to turn red, which means you need blood. I noticed it last night. But they weren’t as bad because you were drinking some. Your hands are also starting to shake, and your mannerisms are becoming less friendly and more mischievous.”

“Do you prefer the friendly side or the mischievous side?” Jimin asked, and leaned in before whispering, “Pick your filter, Y/N. Because I can be whatever version you want me to be.”

You quickly stepped back and changed your direction to the kitchen. “Nope, nope, nope,” you repeated as you got a glass of water.

“Hey, Jimin? I have a question.” You thanked your lucky stars for Yoongi and his perfect timing. “It’s kind of personal so you don’t have to answer if you don't want to.”

“Please ask away,” Jimin encouraged, turning his attention from you to the other human in the room.

“What’s sex like as a vampire? Or do you guys even have sex?”

The water you were in the process of swallowing shot out of your mouth. Luckily you were still standing over the sink so what didn’t land on you went in it.

“Yoongi, I think you’re the first human to ever ask me that,” Jimin said, handing you a towel. “But to answer your question, yes we vamps do have sex and it’s a hundred times better than human sex.”

“How so?”

Jimin gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you when you tried to leave. “Stay for this, Y/N. You might find it interesting.” His tone was a mixture of playful and demanding. Strangely, you found yourself doing as he said. “As a human you are limited by what your body can handle, which isn’t very much. As a vampire there isn’t much that can kill us so we can be more creative. As a human you are only allowed to feel, smell and hear what your weakened senses will let you. But as a vampire our senses are heightened. We feel the slightest bit of movement, the slightest bit of touch, we can hear even the smallest of whimpers and the way our partners heartbeat changes when they are enjoying themselves. Not only does our high stamina make us last longer, but our strength and speed open up so many more possibilities.”

“I’m going to go edit before I get some sleep,” You said, finally able to step away from Jimin when Yoongi began to ask more questions.

“But what about dinner?” Yoongi asked when you grabbed the laptop off the island in front of him. “I still have snacks in my bag from the car ride here. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Let her go Yoongi. Judging by the change in her heartbeat and the wave of emotions coming off of her, she might not seem like it, but she’s very much enjoying this conversation. Let’s get you something to eat and have a drink while we continue to talk.”

You didn’t even have to look at Jimin to know the vampire was currently wearing a mischievous grin.

You looked at the vampire while he stared out the window and drank his concoction of coffee and blood. Something was off with him this morning. His usual cheery and flirtatiousness was gone, he seemed distant and distracted.

“Hey, Jimin.” you said, trying to get his attention. “Do you mind if I interview you some more today? I thought of a few more questions last night.”

“That’s fine with me.” he answered, not looking away from the window. “But it can’t take as long as yesterday. Tonight is the harvest moon and I need to head out early so that I can get to the coven house before night falls.”

“What’s the harvest moon?”

“Have we started the interview already?”

You were taken back by the irritation in his voice. “No. But if you give us a few minutes we can get set up and ready.”

“I’ll meet you in the office.”

You and Yoongi watched in confusion as the vampire walked away, “What the hell was that?” Yoongi whispered once Jimin was out of sight.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Maybe he didn’t have any luck hunting last night.” Yoongi finished his coffee and stood up. “I’ll go get everything ready. You might want to hurry and get changed. I have a feeling his mood is just going to get worse.”

You nodded in agreement then got up, grabbing both of your dishes and taking them to the kitchen.

After setting a new personal record for doing your hair, makeup and getting dressed, you grabbed your shoes and sped walked to the office. Jimin was already mic’d up and waiting when you quickly entered the door.

“You shouldn’t run in someone else's house,” Jimin admonished, brushing some lint off his pants.

“I didn’t run,” You bit back, taking your mic from Yoongi.

“Whatever, let's just hurry this along.”

You looked at Yoongi and rolled your eyes before clipping on your mic and taking a seat.

“We’ve already had the introduction, so I’ll just get to the questions.” Jimin took one last sip of his drink before placing it on the floor. “But in order for it to look good could you please be less grumpy?”

“I am not grumpy.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Could you be a little less of a moody and sassy vampire. Please.” You gave him a tight smile and nodded to Yoongi that you were ready.

Jimin straightened himself and put on a happier face, “Better?”

“Yes, thank you.” You cleared your throat and crossed your legs, “What is the harvest moon?”

“It’s the busiest time of year in the supernatural world. It’s when we are at our strongest. It’s when our human side is the furthest away. The blood we drink tonight will be the richest. It is also the time of year when more of us are created by force. The rogues will be crawling out of whatever hole they’ve been living under and go out hunting for food. So those of us who aren’t feral will not only have to take care of our needs, but we’ll also have to keep our eyes and ears out for any humans being harmed.”

“What does that mean for mine and Yoongi’s safety? Are we safe here or should we leave?”

Jimin’s face turned serious, “The two of you will be fine if you follow the rules I established. As I told you earlier, I won't be here to make sure you’re in your rooms before nightfall. So I’m trusting you to do it yourselves.”

You nodded and gave him a soft “okay” before going to the next question. “We all know that werewolves have mates. Do vampires have them?”

“We aren’t dogs, Y/N. We don’t mate. But some of us are bonded, yes.”

“Are you bonded to anyone?”

“Why? Are you interested?”

Your heart skipped when he smirked and his eyes flashed red. “I..I..” you stuttered, trying to figure out how to answer him. “Do vampires sleep?”

Jimin laughed at your outburst. “Yes, Y/N. We only need a few hours for our bodies to recharge after feeding. So it’s more of a nap.”

You did your best to get through your questions as quickly as you possibly could, but due to Jimin’s ever changing mood it took longer than needed. He was out the door and on his way to his coven the moment you finished up; you along with Yoongi had reassured him you’d be in your rooms by nightfall.”

You and Yoongi decided to have your dinner on the patio overlooking the massive garden. It was your last night in the house after all and you didn’t want to spend it cooped up inside. So you grabbed your food and drinks with the intent to be back in once the sky began to change colors.

But after some drinks the two of you lost all track of time as you walked around, drinking your alcoholic beverages. Before you knew it the sun was almost set and you were in the middle of the maze at the furthest end of the garden.

“Yoongi, I think we should just start climbing the shrubs.” You held his hand tightly as the two of you turned yet another corner.

“We are almost to the entrance, Y/N. I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I remember that statue from when we first came in. Plus the lights from the house are getting brighter.” he pointed over the tall bushes.

“They’re getting brighter because it’s getting darker, Yoongi.” Your voice not hiding how frightened and worried you’d become.

“Y/N, look at me.” Yoongi took your face in his hands, “I’m going to get us out of here and inside safely. Okay?”

“Okay.” Yoongi grabbed your hand and placed a comforting kiss on it before he started walking again.

By the time the lights of the garden and the entire house came into view from the entrance it was dark out. You were shaking from both the chilly night air and the sounds coming from the woods around you.

“Here’s the plan.” Yoongi said, stopping the two of you just short of your freedom. “We run from here. Don’t let go of my hand until we are inside safely.” He waited until you gave him a nod before he started to count. “1...2…3!”

The two of you took off running, hand in hand, towards the house. Your feet just hit the steps of the porch when you were thrown to the side, ripping your hand from Yoongi’s grip.

The moment you were able to catch the breath that had been knocked out of you, you were on your feet. “Yoongi?” Your voice was low at first as your body tried to recover. “Yoongi?” Your voice was louder and your legs shook as you looked around for him.

“Get inside, Y/N!” He yelled running from the side of the house.

You wanted to run. Everything in you was telling you to, but you couldn’t move. Your feet were cemented in place the closer he got to you. You could see blood on his white shirt and he looked extremely pale. But you weren’t sure if it was from fear or the loss of blood. “Yoongi, what happened?” You asked.

“Inside now!” The second the those words left his mouth he was being thrown to the ground and pinned down.

A scream ripped through you as you watched the creature sink its teeth into his neck.

“Get off of me you son of a bitch!” Yoongi screamed as he tried his best to get the rogue vampire off of him.

You watched in horror as Yoongi grew weaker. He looked at you one last time and mouthed “go” before losing consciousness.

Something inside you finally snapped and you took off running for the door. But just like before you weren’t successful. Before you could get the door open a pair of cold hands dug their long nails into your arm and flung you to the ground. The vile creature's weight was on you before your body could register what happened. Your nostrils filled with the stench of death. It let out a hiss and you screamed when you felt the sharp pain of its teeth piercing your skin, and it began to suck every ounce of blood from your body. You tried to fight, but the rogue was strong and you were weakened from exhaustion and the blow to your head.

You could see a silhouette of someone coming around the corner of the house, just as your vision began to dim and your breathing shallowed. In a flash the rogue vampire's weight was off of you, you didn’t have the energy to see where it and the figure from the side of the house went.

The muffled sounds of fighting and yelling filled your ears while you laid there, waiting for your death to come. With your final breaths you could see five more figures beside the house. The figures grew larger as they sprinted their way over, one kneeling beside you and taking you in their arms.

You felt something warm press against your lips and somehow you could clearly hear the person say, “Drink.”

The next thing you knew you were waking up in your bed with a scream at the amount of discomfort you felt. Your senses were in overdrive, your head was pounding and your body felt strange.

Frightened, you curled up in a ball at the top of your bed when a man with broad shoulders entered your room. You couldn’t hear a word he was saying over the sound of his footsteps and beating heart. He tried his best to give you a comforting smile as he held up a note for you to read that said:

“This is Jin. He’s the coven's witch. He won’t hurt you. Drink what’s in the glass, it has a potion mixed with blood, that will settle your senses and pain. Meet us downstairs when you’re ready.” ~Jimin

Jin handed you the drink and carefully sat on the foot of the bed. The relief was almost instant after two drinks of the thick, warm liquid.

“Yoongi?” was the only thing your shaky voice would allow you to ask, feeling the relief of all the noise and discomfort.

“Yoongi is fine, he woke up two days ago. He’s downstairs with the rest of the coven.”

“How-”

“How long have you been asleep?” Jin urged you to drink some more while he finished your question. “You’ve been out for three days. Your body struggled with the change. For a while there we weren’t sure if you’d make it.”

“Who saved me?”

Jin sucked in a deep breath and gestured toward the cup, “Drink up and I’ll let you know what happened. We’d just gathered at our meet up location so that the vampires could switch out, the group that’d been hunting was going with me to continue surveillance while the group that’d been with me went hunting. We were chatting and trying to figure out our next move when we heard a scream.” he paused for a second and tilted his head. “Or should I say, they heard a scream? My hearing is nothing compared to theirs. Anyways, when the second scream rang out, we realized it was coming from the direction of Jimin’s house, so we took off. I am not as fast as the rest of them, so I hopped onto Jungkook's back. Jimin got there before the rest of us. They could smell the rogue the closer we got. So when he sped up and broke away from the group, we knew it was you who’d screamed. In all the years that I’ve known Jimin I’ve never once seen him so scared and angry like he was. By the time the rest of us made it to the house Jimin had already knocked the vile creature off of you and was in the process of ripping its head off. You and Yoongi were both on death's door steps when we first laid eyes on you. They only had a few seconds to act. So Namjoon slit his wrist and ran to you, while Hoseok did the same and went to Yoongi. You only needed to get a few drops of their blood in your system, which thankfully you did.”

“So we’re dead?”

“In a way, yes. You as a human are technically dead. But you as a vampire are still alive.”

“I think I’m ready to go downstairs.” you said finishing off the drink.

“Okay,” Jin stood up and helped you out of the bed. “Your body is still a bit unsure of what to do with itself, so just lean on me and I’ll do the walking.” he said putting your arm around his neck and wrapping one of his around your waist. “It will get better once you’re able to drink more. I promise.”

The walk to the where the group was in the dining room took a lot longer than it did when you were human. Jin was right, your body was still trying to adjust and you needed to stop a few times to rest.

“Y/N!” a loud thud filled the silence of the room when Yoongi stood up and knocked over his chair. “I am so sorry.” he whispered in your ear after taking you from Jin and hugging you tightly. “I should’ve been more vigilant. I should’ve run faster.”

“It’s okay.” you said trying to soothe him. “I’m just as much to blame as you are. We both made mistakes that night.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat reminded you two that there were other people in the room. “Oh, right.” Yoongi broke away from the hug and picked you up. “Come meet the coven.”

You studied the four strangers' faces as Yoongi carried you to a seat and sat down with you on his lap. He wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.

“It’s nice to see you awake, Y/N. I’m Namjoon, the leader of the coven.”

“You’re the one that gave me your blood?” You asked, causing his dimples to show when he smiled.

“Yes, yes I am.” he adjusted in his seat. “May I introduce you to the rest of my coven?” he asked, before pointing out and giving you the name of each vampire in the room. “This is Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook,” each of them gave you a smile and a hello in return,

“and of course you already know Jimin.”

Jimin didn’t say a word when you looked at him. He just sat there with a blank expression on his face.

“Don’t mind him.” Taehyung said, waving his hand toward Jimin. “He’s still trying to sort out his emotions.”

You looked at the vampire a few seats away in confusion. “His emotions about what?”

“You left the house when I told you not to,” you turned your attention back to Jimin who didn’t look at you as he spoke. “I trusted the two of you. If we’d been somewhere else or a second later…” his words trailed off and he stood up. “I’m going to the basement to get ready”

The seven of you watched wordlessly as he left the room.

“A lot has happened in the past three days.” Hoseok stood up, “Now that you're getting better he’ll settle down soon.” he added before going after Jimin.

“He needs to get his shit together now.” Jungkook grumbled, crossing his arms. “He should be here for this discussion. Whatever she decides will affect him and Yoongi way more than it will affect the rest of us.”

“What decision am I supposed to be making?” you asked, looking at Namjoon.

“Rather or not you want to keep living as a vampire. If you choose not to then…well.” Namjoon squirmed in his seat as he tried to find the words. “There’s no real gentle way to say it. If you choose not to… then Jin and I will make sure you feel as little pain as possible.”

“You should tell her the rest, Namjoon.” Jin spoke from beside the kitchen door.

“No, I don’t want it to sway her decision.”

“She’s already made her decisions. Unlike you, I already know what the outcome will be and we can all already feel a change in the coven.”

You shifted on Yoongi’s lap so that you could look at both Jin and Namjoon. “What is it? What do I need to know?”

Namjoon sighed, breaking the intense eye contact he was having with Jin. “If you choose to remain alive, our coven and its members will become stronger, because you won’t be just a vampire. You will be a bonded vampire.”

Your eyes widened in shock, “Bonded? With who?”

Namjoon shook his head, “I won’t tell you that or explain anything further. Not until you give me your decision.”

That was five days ago.

You and Yoongi chose to live your lives as vampires. For the past few days, you’d spent your time inside the house. The two of you were itching to go outside and be able to see what your new vampire bodies could do. But, because you were newly turned, you weren’t allowed out until you learned to control yourselves.

Yoongi sighed and looked out the window of the living room again, “How much longer?”

You rolled your eyes and turned the page of the book you were reading, “He’s only been gone a couple of hours. You know it takes him a while since he’s hunting for the three of us.”

“Has he said anything to you yet?”

“Only a few words. But according to Taehyung, he still has a lot of frustration.”

“That vampire needs to learn how to communicate better. The three of us could’ve been working on our bond if he wasn’t so stubborn.” Yoongi sighed and sat in the chair across from you.

“And you need to find a way to ease your restlessness, before you drive me insane.”

“I’m not restless.”

You closed your book, placed it beside you on the couch and looked at him, “You spend your nights pacing, waiting for him to return with a fresh supply. I, along with the other members have told you that you need to find a way to release all that energy or else it’ll be a problem when we can actually go hunt.”

Yoongi leaned forward, clasped his hands in front of him, “You find me attractive right?”

“You know the answer to that,” you replied curiously, wondering what he was thinking about.

“I think I know a way to get out some of this pent up energy we have.”

“What are you getting at?”

Yoongi stood up and slowly stalked his way toward you, “You know how, when we used to get bored while working and would sneak away to the supply room, or how sometimes when we had nothing better to do we’d end up at the other person's house?” He put your book on the coffee table and sat down beside you.

“Are you trying to tell me you want to have sex?” You asked, voice full of amusement.

“I’m saying that we should try. We knew each other's bodies pretty well while we were alive. It might be a little awkward at first because we’ve changed, but it’ll be fun to see what we are capable of now.”

Your eyes and ears scanned to see if anyone was near the house. You made sure the coast was clear before answering him. “Okay, let's try it.” you put one leg on the couch so that you could face him. “Let's take it slow. And we both need to pay attention to make sure Jimin doesn’t walk in on us.”

“We could always just ask him to join,” Yoongi quipped with a mischievous grin as he slowly leaned toward you.

You both froze when your lips brushed against each other, neither of you were expecting such a strong feeling from such a light touch. You took your time sitting there and exploring each other's fully clothed bodies. Every intimate touch felt orgasmic and it made you both wonder what an actual orgasm as a vampire would feel like.

After what felt like an eternity you grabbed the back of Yoongi’s neck, pulling his lips to yours. Your body's reaction was stronger than either one of you ever expected. The two of you became lost in each other as you kissed, nipped and let your hands explore further than they’d done before.

Yoongi, irritated with your shirt, used his strength to tear it off of your chest. You laid back on the armrest, arched your back and softly cursed at the feeling of his soft tongue circling around your nipple. The two of you were in a field of ecstasy and you knew if you didn’t pace yourselves you’d both cum way before you wanted to.

The second your hip began to move, rubbing your covered core against Yoongi’s abs, you felt a hand gently tilt your head back.

“Easy, love,” Jimin whispered in your ear, “or you’ll finish before the fun even starts.”

You couldn’t speak. You laid there panting and looked down at Yoongi who was still exploring your torso with his hands and mouth. Yoongi’s eyes landed on Jimin and then back at you with a smirk as he kissed, nipped and sucked his way to your panty line.

“Just fucking rip them off,” you said breathlessly.

The feeling of Jimin’s hands on your chest as Yoongi tossed your underwear to the side and kissed his way up your inner thigh made your eyes roll back when the most intense feeling of pleasure you’d ever felt spread throughout your body.

“Make her cum, Yoongi,” Jimin’s breath fanned across your neck as he spoke. “Don’t hold back. I want her to feel what it’s like to be fucked as a vampire.”

Your body was about to explode with the mixture of pleasure and pain that flooded your senses. Yoongi didn’t hesitate and quickly began his attack on your womanhood with his mouth. While at the same time Jimin attached his mouth to your neck, the feeling of his extended fangs breaking your skin before he began to gently suck was its own thrill.

You came harder than you ever had, screaming and cursing both of their names. You could hear the fabric of the couch begin to tear as your nails dug into it.

You opened your eyes the second Jimin’s fangs left your neck. Before you could catch your breath, he used his strength and speed to position you on all fours the moment Yoongi moved away to sit on the arm of the sofa.

You took Yoongi’s stiff cock in your mouth while Jimin adjusted your legs on the couch. You let out a muffled moan when Jimin’s hand smacked one of your ass cheeks before he slammed his cock inside of you.

Pleasure coursed through your body along with theirs as you took both men at the same time. Using Jimin’s movements to your advantage, the harder and faster his thrusts became, the harder and faster your mouth moved over Yoongi’s cock.

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” Yoongi hissed and moved your hair so that he could see you better. “God, Y/N.”

Jimin, not too far from his own orgasm, reached one hand under you to rub your clit before picking up his pace.

You were the first to cum with the men quickly following.

Once again before either of you could recover, your positions were switched. Your body wanted more. It needed more.

This time it was just you and Jimin on the couch. Yoongi moved over to the chair he was sitting in earlier. He stroked himself and watched you both as you chased your highs again.

The house filled with your moans and pleas while Jimin thrusted into you as hard and fast as he could. At some point you put your hands on the arm of the couch behind your head to use as leverage. When that broke under the pressure, Jimin scooped you up in his arms and laid you across the coffee table.

You turned your head to the side and watched Yoongi, sitting on the edge of his seat, biting his lip and stroking himself at the same pace as Jimin moved. His knuckles whitened and his breathing quickened as you let one of your hands roam his bare chest.

Jimin's hand gently touched your cheeks and turned your attention back to him. “Don’t you ever die on me again. You hear me,” he said, not slowing his pace. “You are ours!” He looked at Yoongi before continuing. “You are both of ours.” He then motioned for Yoongi to get closer. “We are going to mark you so that everyone knows who you belong to.”

A new feeling of excitement took over your body as you nodded in understanding.

You replaced the hand Yoongi was using to pleasure himself with your own, allowing both men to have a hand free to roam your body. Both of their mouths moved to your neck. You moaned at the feeling of their mouths.

The second the pleasure inside your bodies came to its breaking point the two of them sank their fang into your neck, marking you as theirs.The feeling of the connection coming alive left the three of you speechless for a few moments as you laid there.

“Just so we are clear,” Jimin whispered breathlessly in the crook of your neck. “You know what we just did right?”

“Yes,” you answered, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as the comfort of being near both men took over. “I now wear the markings of our bond.”

The three of you moved to the floor where you laid and just enjoyed the feeling of being close to each other.

“Come on you two.” Yoongi said, standing up with a stretch after almost an hour. “I’m hungry.”

You opened your eyes when you felt Jimin’s weight leave your body, “I think I worked up a small appetite.” You grabbed the hand Jimin offered, helping you up.

“If your appetite is only small, then we can keep going to work up a bigger one,” he smirked.

“Jimin, our bodies aren’t as used to this as your’s. How about we slowly work up to the all-nighters,” Yoongi retorted, wrapping the throw blanket from the back of the couch around you.

Jimin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

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thethistlegirlwrites · 8 months

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Paid in Full

Josefina stands outside the loading bay door and watches moths flitter around a flickering lamp. Drawn to danger, even if it burns them. Even if it kills them.

She hopes it’s not an omen.

This is the address that was scrawled on a napkin and slid along the bar to her with a shot of cheap tequila. The one man in this town who will take her and her siblings across the border for the paltry amount of cash still tucked away in the bottom of her purse.

And for a little something on the side.

All she could find out about that was that their transport is a secretive sort who doesn’t like people talking about his business.

She’d borrowed garish pink lipstick and the scuffed red heels from another woman in the tent city they’re calling home right now. It can’t hurt to make herself seem a little more appealing. They have to get to Tía Patricia in Los Angeles, so they can get a doctor for Olivia, a good one whose hands aren’t dirty and who isn’t half doubled-over from a smoker’s cough.

The door creaks open, and a figure steps into its frame.

“Step into the light.” The lisp in his words makes his English even harder to understand. She steps under the lamp, ignoring the moths that now try to tangle themselves in her hair.

“I need to cross the border. Three people.” She doesn’t tell him two of them are less than 18. The less a sleazy man like this knows about her family, the better. “They gave me your name at the Soledad.”

“Show me your arms.”

She frowns, but holds them out. What he wants from this, she doesn’t know. Maybe he doesn’t like to take his chances with drug users. Not with everything someone can get from a needle.

“They tell you my price?”

“They said you’re the only man in town who’ll do it for a hundred.”

“Not just the money.”

“Yes.”

A hand, nails long and grease-stained, shoots out of the doorway and drops a piece of paper in her palm. “Be here tomorrow at nightfall. Bring this with you.”

When she shows up, Mauri and Olivia’s hands clutched in hers, the sunset is painting the semi-truck parked outside the warehouse in blood-red. She knocks on the door, but no one answers, and instead, she paces the length of the cargo trailer for several minutes, wondering if this is all some kind of trap. If she’s led her siblings here to die, or worse.

Just as the sun dips below the mountains, the door opens again. The same hand she saw the night before, twisted and clawlike, is extended, and she hands back the folded paper.

The stranger, a grease-stained hat pulled low over sharp features, opens the back of the truck and settles them in behind a false front of the trailer. The space is small and stuffy, and even though Josefina can see the occasional street light through the few breathing holes, and smell the engine exhausts from passing cars, she feels like she’s been buried alive.

Olivia is shaking. She’s taken her meds already, but this can’t be good for her. Josefina pulls her close, resting her sister’s head in her lap and stroking her tangled, greasy hair. She hums softly, a song Mami used to sing.

She stops only when the truck does, at the border. There’s lots of yelling in English and lights flashing around them, fists banging on the sides of the truck. She covers Olivia’s ears so she doesn’t panic and scream from the sound, and she sees Mauri covering his own.

Then there’s another thud, and the truck rolls forward. Josefina releases a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

The truck travels on through the night, finally stopping somewhere pitch black. The doors are opened and then the false front too, and Josefina looks up, blinking in the dim moonlight. It feels too bright.

The warehouse is almost a carbon copy of the one she visited in Mexico. Blacked out, boarded up windows, a lamp over the door surrounded by fluttering wings.

The three of them stand on shaky legs, Olivia blinking awake as Josefina moves her off her lap, and stumble out of the truck.

“This is as far as I take you,” the driver says. His voice sounds strange, the lisp even more pronounced. “And now, you pay.”

“I pay for all three of us,” She says, firmly, not that it will do any good. He’s wiry, and taller than her, and she’s cramped and stiff and tired and weak from hunger and fear.

“Of course.”

“They don’t need to see this.”

He nods. “They can sit in the cab. Your boy might like to pretend he’s driving. The girl will probably sleep.”

Mauri is, as predicted, ecstatic about sitting in the driver’s seat, reaching for the horn pull and frowning when the driver unhooks it before he can make it make sound, but eventually content to pull on it and make fake honks himself. Olivia looks at Josefina sadly as she’s settled into the seat.

“Te vas?”

“No te estoy dejando. Cinco minutos, mi luz del sol.”

Olivia leans back against the seat, breathing evening out, head falling sideways to rest on her shoulder.

“Okay. Time to go.” The man leads her toward the warehouse door.

Josefina takes a shaky breath.

This is for her family. This is how they survive. What happens to her doesn’t matter. It can’t matter.

She’s not quite sure what happens next. Only that between one breath and the next, hands have closed around her wrist, and then teeth, and then there’s a sharp pain and the hot wet sensation of a mouth locked around her arm.

She barely has time to realize she’s misread the entire situation before her world narrows to the pinprick of light, and then it’s as if a whole swarm of moths collects around it and plunges it into blackness.

When she wakes up, it’s to sunlight beating on her face, feeling like it’s scorching her eyelids. She rolls over and groans. Everything hurts.

Mauri. Olivia.

She tries to call out for them, but the sound comes out of her dry mouth as a croak. I left them with that monster. That madman.

She’s failed. She wanted to protect them. And now, she’s lost them.

Burning tears slide down her face, searing her sun-inflamed skin.

“Jose!” someone shouts.

She knows that voice.

Small hands tug and pull at her blouse and hair.

“Mauri?! Olivia?!” She reaches for them both, but her arms don’t seem to be working. “Dónde estabas?”

Mauri holds up the canteen he was given at one of the camps. “Necesitabas agua. Encontramos un arroyo.”

Water. She does need it. She doesn’t care where it came from. She feels parched. Like someone drained the water from her body like pulling the plug from a sink.

The man. The teeth. Her blood.

She looks down at her arm. It’s wrapped in a strip of cloth with dried brown stains.

Who was he? What was that? What is this?

She can hear a highway in the background, but faintly. Not as close as they were last night.

She needs several sips from the canteen before she can ask Mauri if he knows how they got here. He tells her the man from the truck said she was tired, and that they needed to take her somewhere else. Mauri had followed him, holding Olivia’s hand, and they’d all walked to this place, some kind of field. The man had said something about the sun coming, and that they should walk west from here, follow the highway, and there would be a town with a building that had a red chicken on a window. He’d said there would be people there who could tell them where to go.

It’s all too strange. Josefina can’t understand what happened at all. She’d imagine she dreamed it, if not for the pain in her arm and the paper blowing across the field with its English words in black bold headlines.

They’re in America.

But somehow, she feels like she’s crossed a border into another world entirely.

Because now that she can think, there’s only one thing that makes sense of what they encountered last night.

The man who brought them across the border was no man at all.

Un vampiro.

(You can read this story, as well as others from this universe, on my WorldAnvil here!)

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Blood - Chapter 1

A vampire story that will feature many characters on either side of the divide between life and death.

Here's the first chapter...

Words: 1,3k

Warnings: a little unsettling, a tad suggestive...it's a vampire story, what did you expect :p ?

Chapter 1: Thranduil

Aggie touched a tentative hand to the back of her sore head; she had fallen hard onto the cold ground, veined with tangled roots, and covered in sharp stones that mercilessly dug into her tender flesh.

Struggling to her feet, she blinked a few times but the uncanny impression of having been thrown into a flat, painted scene didn’t abate; everything around her – the forest, the hard-packed earth beneath her feet, the dark sky overhead – struck her as uncomfortably static.

It was as if time simply stopped existing in the pervasive shadow of the tall trees that stood motionless around her, like malevolent sentinels.

As she narrowed her eyes in distrust and confusion, her gaze was inexorably drawn to a narrow path winding through the impenetrable obscurity ahead; it was akin to a faint ray of light cutting through a menacing labyrinth and her body moved towards it before her mind could even clear completely.

Weary and more than just a little scared, she pressed on tirelessly, her eyes glued to the forest floor – littered with dead leaves and tiny twigs – until she suddenly could feel the silver moonlight pour over her head like a shower of light.

She had no idea where she was and how she had managed to stray so far from the route she had mapped out in her head prior to her departure; ever vigilant, Aggie had of course heard tales of the man-eating forest she’d have to pass by and had resolved not to set foot into it if she could help it.

“Don’t even look at it,” the elderly aunt she had visited had warned her, “strange things happen within that wood!”

Starting early and making good time, Aggie had been confident that she’d reach the small village on the edge of the vast woodlands before nightfall, but somehow, she must have gotten turned around.

It was only then, after musing pointlessly about her uneventful and tiring day, that she realised that she had been walking for many an hour and that she had reached a clearing, bathing in a pearlescent shimmer that told her that it was the dead of night and she was no closer to finding her way back than before.

At the far end of the slightly oblong space, the boughs of the old trees seemed to tangle into a sort of natural awning that plunged the ground beneath them into inky blackness.

For a moment, she thought she heard the echoes of a song and the hint of woodsmoke caress her tired senses and – once again – she was set in motion by forces beyond her own reckoning.

Not long after, she reached a stair braided out of old, creaking roots that led ever downward.

Every fibre of her being objected to being drawn under the earth never to surface again, but a leaden fatigue descended upon her now and the idea of finding shelter for the night became so overwhelmingly appealing that she ventured on.

As soon as her nimble right foot touched solid earth again, lights flared up as if her mere presence had ignited the torches lining a high corridor that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

“No,” she mumbled, but – even to her own ears – her voice sounded feeble and muffled by the ambient silence that had a positively physical weight to it as it settled on her shivering frame.

Aggie knew not if it was her weariness or a trick of the light, but the corridor seemed to contract and shorten before her very eyes; she now could make out an intricately carved and richly decorated double door and – despite her better knowledge – she hastened towards it.

As if they had sensed her approach, the doors swung open noiselessly.

Stumbling once more, Aggie found herself in a dimly lit room – cavernous and huge – that was as devoid of life or movement as the rest of this accursed forest.

“Hello?” she called tentatively and shrank back as she caught a movement ahead.

Stepping into a pale ray of light falling through an opening in the dark ceiling that seemed comprised of roots and packed earth, the most marvellous creature she had ever beheld extended his arms as if in welcome.

“Good evening,” the being said in a voice that reminded her of the terrible wrath of an unleashed river, “little one. I am Thranduil, Lord of these Halls.”

Thranduil, Aggie thought with a shiver of apprehension, was as white as if someone had poured pure starlight into the approximate shape of a man; his long, gleaming hair flowed like water down broad shoulders and his piercing eyes shone with a cold light.

From this distance, everything about him seemed unnaturally pale; he looked colourless as if someone had drained him of all the usual signs and tokens of life and there was something distinctly frightening about the stiff elegance of his movements that gave the impression that he was holding his breath to avoid moving so swiftly that he’d blur like lightning cutting through the darkness.

“You look tired,” he went on when she didn’t reply, “allow me to offer a humble repast to a very welcome traveller.”

Aggie felt herself nod – amazed and entranced – and step forward at his discreet beckoning motion.

Servants materialised out of the shadows, laying out a marvellous feast on a low table that she had not seen upon entering the ever-shifting room. Candles were brought in and lit by eager hands, but Aggie’s mind was cloaked in an obscuring fog.

“Come now,” Thranduil urged, “and tell me of the world outside.” The way his eyes – grey as an overcast sky and yet iridescent with reds and violets – flitted over the bare skin of her wrists and throat made her flinch, but she was overcome with a ravenous hunger such as she had never known before all of a sudden.

Everything about this place terrified her and yet, she could not muster either the courage or the will to stand and leave.

Moreover, Thranduil was compelling in his motionless, rapt attentiveness so she told him more about herself, her movements, her family, and her village than was rationally advisable.

An orphan, an unmarried woman, lost and alone in a strange forest, she all but screamed her own vulnerability at him.

“Indeed,” he purred, leaning forward eagerly. “You will make a great addition to my coven. If you would be so good as to follow me to my rooms; I have some truly excellent wine set aside for situations like this one.”

“Will I die?” Aggie asked brazenly, struggling against the supernatural sense of calm and comfort radiating from the sharply smiling creature. If these were her last moments of motion, sound, and colour, she would embrace the frantic beating of her heart and savour every second of blood-curdling fear if that was all that was left to her.

“Die?” Thranduil laughed, revealing sharp teeth that glittered like blades in the flickering candlelight, “oh no! Everything but that. I will make you mine. I will steal you.”

“Steal me?” Aggie echoed in a hollow voice; she was nobody’s property and she had made that quite clear, or at least she thought that she had.

“You’re one of theirs,” Thranduil smirked, “and I will poach you, if only to see which one of those terribly distasteful monsters they’ll send to retrieve such a treasure.”

Curiosity now drove Aggie to follow him; not only was she almost certain that he was some unholy demon – frozen in time forevermore – but she had apparently been rubbing elbows with his kind before.

She had a good idea who, in her immediate vicinity, could be meant by his cryptic words and she was desperate to find out if she was right.

So, that was the first chapter...Stay tuned to see how this goes on!

-> Chapter 2

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geeknik · 11 months

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31 Days of Halloween: Day 25, The Lizzie Borden House

Welcome to Day 25 of our spooky sojourn. Today, we traverse to the infamous Lizzie Borden House in Fall River, Massachusetts. The chilling lore of axe murders and ghostly hauntings beckon, as we delve into the dark history of this eerie abode.

Historical Background

Nestled on 230 Second Street, the Lizzie Borden House is a grim landmark known for the unsolved double murder of Andrew and Abby Borden, Lizzie’s father and stepmother, in 1892 . This quaint Victorian home, which once witnessed a family’s twisted tale of resentment and alleged parricide, has now become a symbol of America’s gruesome unsolved mysteries.

Haunting Tales

The sinister aura of the house is said to be nurtured by the restless spirits of Abby and Andrew, alongside other spectral entities. Visitors and paranormal enthusiasts report eerie occurrences, with some claiming to encounter the restless spirits of the Bordens, along with apparitions of children from a neighboring tragedy. The sinister past echoes through the halls, with tales of ghostly appearances and mysterious sounds that send a shiver down one’s spine. The murder scenes are particularly noted for their haunting vibes, where the spirits of the past seemingly linger, rendering a bone-chilling experience to those who dare to venture.

Exploring The Mansion

The Lizzie Borden House now stands as a unique bed-and-breakfast, offering a blend of historical insight and spooky adventures to its guests. The property operates daily from 10 am to midnight, featuring a variety of experiences including historic house tours, ghost tours, and ghost hunts. The house not only tells a tale steeped in historical truth but also embraces the macabre, beckoning those keen on exploring the enigmatic paranormal aura enveloping the place. Those brave enough can embark on a ghost tour, venturing through the house under the veil of nightfall, possibly encountering the eerie remnants of the Borden family’s tragic past.

Conclusion

As we wrap up Day 25 of our journey, the Lizzie Borden House stands as a chilling testimony to the dark side of familial relations, intertwined with unsolved mysteries and ghostly presences. It invites the curious and the brave to step into its haunting past, explore its eerie present, and perhaps, encounter the restless spirits that linger within. Delve into the chilling narrative, explore the spectral grounds, and immerse yourself in the spine-tingling tales of the Lizzie Borden House - if you dare.

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chrisshehanart · 2 years

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If you’re new to my work (which you might be because I’m new to Tumblr), I’m a comic artist. Biggest comics I’ve drawn so far are:

The Autumnal, a nearly 200 page horror comic by writer Daniel Kraus (The Shape of Water), myself, and colored by Jason Wordie, lettered by Jim Campbell, and published by Vault Comics.

House of Slaughter (Vol 1), a spin-off of critically acclaimed series Something Is Killing The Children, written by James Tynion IV and Tate Brombal, drawn by me, colored by Miquel Muerto, and lettered by Andworld. Published by BOOM! Studios.

I’m currently working on 2 comic series that are coming out monthly, also from Vault and Boom:

Nightfall Double Feature is a horror double feature, 2 ongoing horror titles in one book each month. 60 pages of comic in each issue. The story I’m doing in that is called Denizen, it’s written by DB Andry and Tim Daniel, colored by Jason Wordie, and lettered by Andworld. Published by Vault Comics.

Specs is a horror comic by writer David Booher (Canto), drawn by me, colored by Roman Stevens, and lettered by Jim Campbell. Published by BOOM! Studios.

Other than that, I’ve contributed to anthologies like Young Men In Love, Bi Visibility Vol 2, and I’ve done covers for almost every publisher.

#comicartist #comicart #queer comics #horror comics #comics on tumblr #artists on tumblr

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gokartkid · 2 years

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the part in the pacific rim au where daniel experiences max’s nightmare/trauma about his family

omg pacrim!!!

its a bit long so under the cut lol

“Neural handshake, initiated.”

The robotic voice is the last thing he hears before it feels like his brain is being sucked out of his skull, thrown backwards into the blue haze of the Headspace. [in pacrim the transition into the headspace is always rlly funny their faces look like theyre sucked inwards so just wanted to write that feeling] He spins through images, his own memories, squeals of children running through feels, his mother’s voice saying something muffled, his own pealing laughter. [wanted the feel of smashcut movie-isms here]

Already, it feels better than before, his vision clear when Daniel opens his eyes and looks around.

He’s standing in a room, darkened by nightfall. He can hear a faint sobbing noise, coming from somewhere, a darkened closet. [scene setting, wanted it to be pretty dreamlike. like, there are only specific details that daniel is catching. fuck the rest of the room lol.]

When Daniel looks to his right, in the real world, vision double-layered, he can see Max frozen looking into the distance.

“Max,” he shouts, voice echoing back in the dream and the pod, “Max, snap out of it.”

He’s unresponsive.

Daniel walks carefully through the room in the Headspace. There’s another, hitching cry and he opens the door of the wardrobe to see a boy, clutching at a blanket and sobbing, round red cheeks and a scrap of pale blond hair. [hes a little guy 😭 the littlest guy]

“Mama!” He’s sobbing, tears coming too quickly for him to be able to see, soaking into the collar of his shirt, down his neck. Daniel watches as he wipes them away, futile, little chubby hands digging fists into his eyes. [that feeling kids get when they are literally overwhelmed by tears. no self soothing skills. hes been crying for so long his shirt is wet...]

“Hey, hey, Max.” Daniel drops to his knees and starts shushing him, like he did his nieces and nephews at home. [uncle daniel feature! also... lightly touching on like. he never gets to see the kids but he always is thinking about them...] “Hey, come on.”

He lets him fall forward into his chest, little fists clutching at the grooves in his armour. [the contrast between his child hands, and the harsh lines of daniels armour-- the reminder he is here for a purpose]

“Shh, that’s alright, shh,” he murmurs. Daniel feels little-Max tense as the muffled sound of shouting comes from another room, distant in the house. Looking around, he’s starting to get an idea of where he is. [creeping suspicions, WHY hes upset, but daniel still doesn't want to assume anything. all he cares about is that max is upset, and theres danger]

“This isn’t real Max.”

The best way to wake someone up from a drift-nightmare is to tell them, calmly. That’s what Sebastian had told him. [rlly wanted to emphasise the way seb was a mentor for him and even in their short time together they rlly connected. daniel saying 'thats my friend' abt him driving past 😭]

“Calm and collected, you don’t want to scare them more,” He’d said, gesturing into the air, “but you have to wake them up, quickly. Otherwise things can go very wrong. You just have to keep telling them until you can continue the handshake.”

It’s hard to not feel nervous though, when you’re confronted with the maybe 5 year old version of your teammate.

“I want my Mama,” he says tearfully into Daniel’s chest. There’s more shouting, a crash from somewhere, all muffled like the soundwaves are travelling through water.

“Yeah, yeah buddy,” Daniel nods, pats at his head and down his back. “It’s alright. This isn’t real, you just have to wake up, alright?”

“It is real.” Even as Max says it he seems to come back to himself, slowly, “my mama and my sister, they’re sad and I’m going to have to go away-“ [max's brain is going between being a kid and being himself, adult max, and so its like moments of illogical logic... still the thoughts of a kid but able to deliver it more and more like an adult, and he knows whats going on too that this isn't real]

He wails and Daniel bites back a curse, just puts his hands on his shoulders, smooths them down.

“I’m sorry Max but this isn’t real. You have to wake up, and then everything will be fine.”

He casts about for things to say and settles on- [daniel's child comforting skills/child rearing skills in videos are... um... i was rlly thinking about that one where he's just laughing at his nephew falling over lol so hes obviously feeling a bit ?!?!?! here]

“Come on, okay, just breathe with me, alright? In-“ he sucks in a deep breath, watches Max’s cheeks puff up [literally his round cheeks in baby pics] as he struggles to breathe in smoothly, chest hitching with hiccups. “-and out.” An exaggerated ‘whoosh’ out of his mouth that makes him giggle.

“Good job, in, and out.” Daniel moves into the wardrobe, and shuts the door on them, as if to protect them. [again, not talking about what is happening. they dont need to talk about whats happening. the only thing is max feeling more okay!] They repeat that, and then Daniel starts to feel the telltale tug in the bottom of his stomach that they were leaping through again, Max’s face going funny.

He gives his small, chubby hands [BABY MAX. AGAIN.] a squeeze before-

ask me for directors commentary!

#my fic #asks #mv33 #dr3 #maxiel #pacrim au #tyyy i love doing these

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thevaultcomics · 2 years

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We saved it all for Christmas! Today is your last day to preorder: Barbaric: Hell To Pay #1! Barbaric Vol 1 and Vol 2 TPBs! Bonding! Giga #5! Nightfall: Double Feature #2! West of Sundown #8! Be your own Santa, call your shop and order today! https://www.instagram.com/p/CmW4q-fPY9N/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#1 #5 #2 #8

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challengerscomics · 2 years

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NEW for WEDNESDAY, October 26, 2022 A bunch of new spooky reads are here to creep up your Halloween week: IT TOOK LUKE by Chicago’s own Mark Bouchard! DAMN THEM ALL by Simon Spurrier and The Walking Dead’s Charlie Adlard! LOVESICK by Bolero’s Luana Vecchio! The MOON KNIGHT ANNUAL (co-starring one Werewolf by Night)! DEAD MALL! NIGHTFALL DOUBLE FEATURE! ETERNAL DESCENT! Not to mention new issues of CREEPSHOW, HOUSE OF SLAUGHTER, and DC VS VAMPIRES! But if horror’s not your thing, we’ve got the big finale of Marvel’s big ol’ AXE JUDGEMENT DAY event! RIDDLER YEAR ONE features the comic-writing debut of the Riddl—er, actor Paul Dano! And PUNCHLINE gets her own mini-series by Excalibur’s Tini Howard! A new STAR TREK ongoing stars The Sisko and features characters across all Trek eras! It’s a great big release week for comics that will chill and/or thrill! #newreleases #newthisweek #newcomics #newgraphicnovels #shoplocal #keepreadingcomics #challengerscomics #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovels #new #dontmissout (at CHALLENGERS Comics + Conversation) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkLkoR_LL2g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#newreleases #newthisweek #newcomics #newgraphicnovels #shoplocal #keepreadingcomics #challengerscomics #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovels #new #dontmissout

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cybercitycomix · 2 years

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Top New Misc Comic Releases for the Week of October 26th, 2022.

A Guardian #1,

American Jesus Revelation #1,

Damn them All #1,

Dead Mall #1,

Eternal Descent #1,

Lovesick #1,

Nightfall Double Feature #1,

Return of Chilling Adventures in Sorcery #1,

Ricky & Morty #100,

Sara Lone #1,

Star Trek #1 +

Stuff of Nightmares #2.

#comics #comic books #new releases

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graphicpolicy · 2 years

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Prepare yourself for a first look at Nightfall: Double Feature #1

Prepare yourself for a first look at Nightfall: Double Feature #1 #comics #comicbooks

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#andworld design #chris shehan #comic books #Comics #daniel kraus #david andry #jason shawn alexander #jason wordie #jim campbell #kurt michael russell #maan house #nightfall: double feature #tim daniel #vault comics

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eirakairos · 2 years

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Beg and Talk, Agent

Pairing: Franky x Fiona (Fionky)

Warnings: Explicit as heck I mean look at these tags lol

An enemy lieutenant finally caught the spy he wanted.

This is also is in AO3.

Note: I made this for a friend (who REALLY loves Franky) who was complaining that there is no Fionky fics so I went out of the cave and somehow wrote this during my work breaks. It's been months since I last write so apologies in advance! This was created with one overworked braincell lol

“Are you sure you’re okay in doing this?” He asks as he ties her down. In her thoughts, Fiona appreciated his double checking. They did talk about this some time, of wanting to try a sort of roleplay. They wanted to spice their relationship up… But with a bit of a twist.

“Huh? You wanted me to WHAT?” Franky exclaimed after almost choking while eating his toasted bread. Gladly they have been staying in a rented flat since they got together. “Yes, I wanted you to capture and play with me tonight,” Fiona said nonchalantly but her heart was racing the whole time. “Okay, okay,” he breathes out, probably his mind is starting to wonder and having such racing thoughts already.

“Honey, you don’t have to wear the mask,” Fiona says as she is being tied up on the chair. Franky makes sure the rope isn’t too tight. He is already mesmerized seeing Fiona in her suit attire, but she is wearing a short skirt, for… Easier access. He scowled. “Let me be handsome this once,” he said. Fiona just hummed. He is already amazing and attractive to her eyes but she lets him be. “There,” he said as he stood. He adjusts his uniform, which is the SS uniform, for this play. He likes what he sees, his precious lady tied up to his mercy.

“Ready, babe?” He asks her once more. Fiona nodded and looked at him. In her demeanor she looks so icy, but her eyes show otherwise. She loves what they are going to do. “Okay, just one more thing,” He says and moves closer for a kiss. It is soft and warm, she loves it but Franky has to part away before it goes off the rails, as they have to play first. They were panting a bit when he parts away and stood up to adjust, making himself ready to act.

“What do we have here?!” He sneered leaning closer to the stoic woman. “Finally I got you, Agent Nightfall, after such a long, long chase!” He cackled maniacally. He looks like a deranged lieutenant to her eyes but he’s her lovable deranged idiot. “Hmm? Still no word from you huh?” He walked and looked down on her, the light bulb shining behind him. “I’ll make you talk, baby doll.” Nightfall, or Fiona, looked at him when he said that.

“Hmm? You like being called that?” he chuckled and placed his thumb on her chin, making her look at him more. “Well? Still not going to talk?” He gazed at her before letting go. “You know, you are very pretty Nightfall. If you can’t talk…” He looked at her with the light shadowing his features. “Maybe I’ll use that mouth for something else,” he smiled. “I know all about you, Nightfall,” He says as he gently unbuttons her suit. She moved her torso, pretending to resist. “I would take that as no talking then,” He still continued unbuttoning her. “You better talk now, or else I’ll do such things,” He continued. Fiona is stoic but she is definitely flushed. The lieutenant hummed and saw her undershirt. “Your body tells me otherwise,” His hands went to the sides of her breasts, enjoying the sight of her nipples peeking out of the thin shirt. His thumbs went on them, gently pressing, making Fiona moan softly. He placed his hand behind her head and pushed towards him for a kiss. He is always gentle when doing so, until lust gets ahead of them. She is always the one initiating to go more deeper and intense, which he is obliged to do. His hands went on to massage her breasts more, making her moan in his mouth.

She tried to wiggle to touch him but she was bound by hands and feet. Franky smirked then kissed her more, raising her shirt to feel her flesh directly. She moaned louder, feeling his cold fingers slowly going down to her torso and to her legs. He parts again for air and gazes at her as his hand goes under her skirt. He gently touches her inner legs before grazing his fingers on her dampened panties.

“Someone is soaked,” He hummed as he continued kissing her, placing his hands on her hips to move it towards him for more access. “Mine, all mine,” He says. He moves towards kissing her breasts as he removes her black panties, letting it dangle on her leg. He places hickies on her neck while his fingers playing her clit and starts to slowly insert his finger. Fiona jolted slightly, letting out a groan. She instinctively closed her legs but he went closer, keeping her legs apart. He watches her closing her eyes and whimpered as he inserts another finger. “Beg for me to make you come, baby,” He stared at her with intent. She can feel his fingers going faster, arching to hit that spot. She moaned louder. “Beg,” he said and stopped moving. Fiona looked at him, a bit pissed off but he only grinned in response. “I told you, Agent, beg,”

She wanted it so bad, her eyes showed her want. Fiona is a straightforward person but not much in intimacy like this, as well with the roleplay they are doing. He went to lick her nipples but his fingers are still inside, not moving. She bit her lip, she can often stand this but not for him. She can tell he is nearing his limit, seeing his bulge down there being so visible and starting to strain him.

“P-Please,” she whispered. “Please make me come,” He tilted his head and smirked. He continued to move his fingers in and out. “Now, that wasn’t hard, wasn't it?” She got louder the faster he went. She squirmed and panting as she tried to squeeze her legs together again, shaking as she came. He slowed down, kissing her then to her neck. “Still not talking, Agent? Well, you really aren’t going to talk about what I’m gonna do to you,” He whispered as he removed his fingers inside her, feeling her slickness inside. She is still dazed from what happened, she felt it was a lot intense in roleplay.

He stood up while kissing her, hearing the sound of him unbuckling his belt. She saw the straining of his bulge when removing his pants. He pulled his boxers down, his hardened cock sprung out. He stroked himself first for immediate relief, he held her head, staring down at her. “Suck it, Nightfall,” He ordered. He placed the tip closer to her lips. She looked up to him and opened her mouth wide. He moaned softly in feeling her warm mouth. Her head bobbled forward, letting out sucking and soft moans. His hand is guiding her head, slowly taking control of his thrusting in her mouth and she lets him. She lets out choking noises as he moves his hips faster and deeper. Franky grunted and moaned, feeling that good sensation because of her warm mouth. He is holding her head while she is trying to accommodate his member.

He slowed down eventually as he felt he was nearing his peak, but not yet. He tilted his head and looked at her to check if she was okay. Fiona is nearly in tears and he was worried he might have gone too far. He slowly pulls out so she can breath and take a bit of a break though he is still raging hard and leaking. Fiona coughs a bit but is easily stayed still. He went to touch her again, feeling her folds are wet and leaking as well. “Agent, you are a feisty, stubborn one,” He glared at her. He loosens the rope a little in her arms and legs then grabs her off the chair. “I’ll make you sing in no time,” She groaned as he moved her, forcing her to walk and laid her upper body on the study table. Franky was glad he didn’t accidentally slam her or else he would be kicked in a second. He lifted her skirt, seeing that nice ass and legs. He squeezes them before slapping it, making Fiona yelp. He leaned forward and whispered. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you, Agent?” Fiona moaned in response, as he slowly inserted the head of his cock. “Such filthy lady,” He said again before going fully in. She moaned louder, wanted to hold onto something but she was still bound.

He started to thrust, loving the responses she made. She felt so indecent, being on the table with her breasts exposed and being under Franky’s control. She can’t stop moaning, as she always feels pleasure whenever he does it with her. The table rocked with her as he thrusts, Franky chasing the euphoria and how warm she is around his cock. He gripped on her hips and raised a bit off the table. Fiona gasped and started to moan louder, he knows the spot she really loves. “Can’t talk unless you’re being fucked real good, huh?” He says, being to his roleplay persona again. He slowed down a bit when he felt that she was going to come, to edge her a bit. Fiona turned her head, wanted to be annoyed but is still feeling that sexual high. Franky hummed. “Well? You know what to say, Agent. I won’t let you till you say it,” He whispered to her ears, his hands both cupping her breasts. He still continued thrusting to her deeply, but slow.

“L-Lieutenant…” She says softly. “I’m c-close,” She panted. Frankly blinked and grinned. “Filthy lady, if I give you what you want, you’ll talk?” He says, his thrusts starting to gain momentum again. He didn’t hear any answer, he pulled her hair and yanked back towards him. “Agent, answer me,” He hissed. Fiona started to moan again. “Y-yes, yes,” she said. Franky started to gain momentum again, the table moving and started to hear slapping noises. Both of them chase that feeling again, but to Franky, he knows she is going first. He slapped her ass with his other hand. “Ah, ah! Franky, I’m going to-” She whimpered as she finally came, her legs shivering. She is a mess and sweating, being sexy and indecent to Franky’s eyes. He slowed down so she could feel it more.

He started to move his hips again, as he felt close as well. He grabbed her hips and went faster. Fiona moans again, feeling warm and his precum and hers leaking out. “I’m going to use you so badly. Maybe coming inside so you’ll know your place,” He panted. They did have the conversation beforehand, they agreed to try. “N-No, you can’t-!” She said, pretending to struggle. Franky shuddered and went deeper, moaning as he came inside, filling her. He is panting harder and feels his knees shaking, feeling he will fall. He gently grabbed her hips to lift her off the table as he fell softly on the floor with her. She yelped then groaned, feeling his cock upon impact as it was still inside. Fiona looked at Franky, wanting to be angry, but he is still in that orgasmic feeling. She swiftly removed her ropes around her hands to embrace him. He looked down and kissed her.

“Are you okay?” He asked. She smiled that despite his situation, he still seeks her welfare the most. It is now the hour of the afterglow, despite being a bit dark and the sex was intense, it is now full of love.

“I am okay, you did good, Lieutenant,” “Nice that you’re talking now, Agent.”

#fionky #franky x fiona

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