#an evening of dark lost lust on moon soon landing

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Kaku Vibe: NSFW Yandere / dubcon AU: Canon Prompt: Caught in the Act Gift Giver: @mamaalpha

Summary: Going off to secluded parts of the Galley-La ship yard to deal with your own horniness, turned out to be a bad idea.

Content Notes: breaking and entering, blackmail, dubious consent, coerced consent, forced exposure, outdoor masturbation, dark content, yandere kaku, mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

THIS IS EXPLICITLY STATED OTHERWISE

Your stomach was in knots. The sun was down and the work yard was empty, no one else was around. There weren’t any guards for the Galley-La shipyard. No one would dare, and in the last ten years there’d been nothing to prove otherwise.

It was so quiet.

The reason you were even here was because of a letter left in your apartment. There was nothing in it except a time and place to meet and a photo. Warehouse eight, 11:30pm.

The photo is of you, some days ago, pants down and lost to pleasure back behind the same warehouse. The intentions of the letter had been obvious, and if you didn’t go during the appointed time you were going to be exposed. At the very least you wanted to be able to face whoever was blackmailing you like this.

More than the photo and the threat, you didn’t like that you’d found it inside your apartment. You kept your doors and windows locked out of habit, but nothing had been out of place. That kind of skill unsettled you more than anything else.

Coming around to the backside of the warehouse you glance down at your watch. There’s barely enough of the moon to see by, but you guess you’re a couple minutes early. Stepping toward the middle of the warehouse, deciding you want to be able to see whoever approaches, you look around.

There’s not much open view back here, it’s one of the reasons you’d chosen it when you’d been too turned on to take it anymore. Piles of lumber and rope closed in the small patch of grass, and gravel on the sides of the warehouse were enough of a warning for anyone coming back into the little used area.

As the minutes tick by your anxiety and concern transforms into irritation. You’re starting to expect flood lights and some weird ass surprise with the entire crew gathered around. Which would be utterly ridiculous, and there would’ve been far better ways to set it up. Clicking your tongue in irritation you decide to leave, but as soon as your back leaves the wall of the warehouse someone lands behind you.

Working in the shipyard made everyone there strong, and dealing with pirates made everyone a decent fighter at minimum, and you were no exception. The person behind you, however, was far above you in skill and before you could react your arm was twisted and pinned against your back, your chest and face pushed into the warehouse itself.

You grunt in surprise, and huff when you realize you’re pinned. You struggle, but your assailant locks his leg against yours and leans his weight in, holding you in place.

“You’re late.” You grumble, still struggling. All you need is enough of an opening and you can get free.

The heady sigh that slips over your ear sends a strange chill down your back. There’s need in the sound, and heat in the breath. The kiss against the back of your neck was sweet and gentle and you had to bite your lip to stifle an involuntary noise.

“You had your back to the warehouse,” he says in a voice low and dripping with lust. Despite the unusual demeanor you recognized it. “You’re a good enough fighter I wanted a proper opening.”

“K-Kaku?” You stammer. The idea of it broke your brain. Of all the people in Galley-La you would’ve expected Paulie before you suspected Kaku. He was always so cheerful, and bright, and he seemed like someone who hadn’t even held hands with someone else before. “No. Wait, what’s - haaaah!” You cry out as he places another tender kiss against your skin.

It had to be the adrenaline making you so sensitive. The nerves of having come out here. The distraction of knowing someone had broken into your home to leave that note. The sheer disbelief that it was Kaku.

“Watching you is nothing compared to this.” He murmurs into your skin, pressing against you enough you can feel his desire heavy against your back.

“Kaku, please stop.” You can’t help the gasp from his wandering hand, but no matter how he moves or you move, you can’t break free. “If you… If you liked me you should’ve just said so.”

“Came back here once to confess,” he admits, his free hand wandering under the hem of your shirt. “Found you in the grass masturbating like your life depended on it.” His hand wanders down, fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants.

“Flushed, shivering, and panting. You were beautiful.” He husks into your ear. “I have hours of video.” You flinch, going still in his hands. “But it’s not enough.”

You were caught between several emotions at once. The idea that Kaku had video of you masturbating, and you never even had an inkling that someone had found you and your spot. The fact of him watching you. He was cute, hot even, and you can’t deny that you’d fantasized-.

You flinch and can feel Kaku smiling against your skin.

“Can you say my name like that right now?” He questions, as if he can read your thoughts. “Let me hear it fall from your pretty little lips.” His hand slips a little further down and you shake your head, getting him to stop.

“N-no… not, not like this Kaku. Ask… ask me properly tomorrow, please.” You gasp the words, struggling to keep your voice level.

“Now or tomorrow doesn’t matter, little filly.” He insists. “I’m not going to race you to Iceberg’s office. You’re not that fast.” Kaku moves quickly, pulling your shirt up and turning you around, using the shirt to pull and hold your arms behind your back. His leg is braced between yours, and he’s looming over you.

“You’re so turned on I can smell it.”

“No, I’m - I mean, it doesn’t matter.”

“Your breasts are so cute.” He interrupts, eyes leering over your chest before he looks back to you. The smile he flashes is the same one you’ve seen before. Bright, charming, not a hint of anything behind it. He looks like the boy next door. Harmless. “Say yes, little filly. I’ll make you feel so much better, and if you say yes, no one will ever know.”

The tangle of emotions in you had dropped like a lead weight at the implication. “You… you’re going to tell everyone if I say no?”

“Tell?” Kaku laughs and it sounds so light and clear it’s unsettling. “Golly no.” He insists, still smiling brightly when he looks at you again. “I’m going to share the whole video, little filly. All of Water 7 will see just how beautiful you are.”

His smile doesn’t falter as the icy understanding settles in your stomach.

“Once the whole city knows you’ll be far too embarrassed to face anyone, hm?” He leans down and nuzzles against the side of your face, speaking gently into your ear. “I’d keep all those eyes off you. All to myself. You’d never have to face those knowing stares unless you wanted.”

“You do so enjoy being wa-.”

“Okay.” You say it quietly, but Kaku stops talking. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting patiently for clarification. “You can,” you swallow thickly, “make me feel good. Tah-take me here.” You feel him lean back and you keep your eyes on his as he straightens up. “Don’t let anyone else see that video.”

There’s a dark look on his face, and you look away, trying to look and sound as shy as possible.

“I don’t want anyone else to hear… or see me… except you.” You say softly. There was truth in it. You absolutely did not want anyone else to see or hear you masturbating. Certainly not the whole of Water 7.

“Ah, that’s how it is.” He brightens visibly. “I’m happy to keep you all to myself then.”

Gently he cradles your face, guiding you carefully as he leans in. “Don’t worry, little filly, I’ll make sure you’re so satisfied you’ll never have to spend your lunch break, or your nights, alone ever again.”

[ellaa-writes]

Star Crossed Lovers

author notes: I am so beyond happy for this series. I'm such a huge fan of Elliot Knight and don't understand the blatant hate and disrespect he gets. He's such a lover boy and I hope I can portray it right. Anyways, this is in The Beast Within world. So happy to finally be expanding it. Simon's series here. Part 1 obviously. Enjoy!

cw: a/b/o dynamics. mature themes. violence, death and misogyny ideas ahead. each chapter will have its own warnings. this one is very tame as most of them will be for Kyle's series. Not proof read or edited.

The bond between the sun and the moon was profound, birthing generations of celestial descendants. The brilliance of the sun overshadowed the moon's gentle glow, yet their offspring celebrated each radiant dawn. However, as the sun's light waned, fear of the moon's darkness gripped their progeny. Nights became a time of retreat, as the moon's illumination sparked unease.

Despite the moon's efforts to illuminate the night, its light was met with disdain. Over time, bitterness consumed the moon, turning its love to envy. In a fit of jealousy, the moon cursed its children with lust and greed. Heartbroken, the sun countered with blessings of fertility and love upon their offspring.

The discord between the sun and the moon poisoned the world, bringing forth plagues and sorrow. Mothers wept for stillborn children, while sickness ravaged the fertile Omega population and drove strong Alphas to madness. Chaos reigned as violence spread, leaving scars upon the earth and its inhabitants, a testament to the anguish of celestial lovers.

Being born into a breeding farm, you never knew anything other than the inside of this facility. These boring white walls were home, sadly but truthfully. Your whole existence not of your choice, to keep the population flowing and the Alpha's happy.

You never knew love, being ripped from your mother soon as you were born, not even a suckle at her teet. Caged like an animal, tested and expirmented on. Trained to be submissive, receiving. On how to please an Alpha and bare his seed. It was a miserable life indeed. You dreamt of the unknown beyond these walls, the vast world surrounding you. Of somehow growing wings and taking flight like a bird at night. Soaring across the land and away from the confinement within these walls.

That's how you ended up here, tied down with a cage over your head. It was punishment, for being a dreamer, and for also biting the arm of an Alpha that touched you a little too long. It was suppose to be humiliating and you guess it was. Unable to move, put into the optimum breeding postion. To remind you of your worth, of your only purpose. To breed.

Your lucky you are still in training, unproven to be the perfect specimen. You had anger problems, your file stated. Violet outbursts, emotions too high. It's why they pump you fully of hormones, hoping that it'll tone you down. Your arms went numb hours ago, your back strained in the uncomfortable postion. The dull ache of your muscles etching themselves in. This isn't your first time here and probably won't be your last. It was so quiet you'd believe to be alone but the occasional murmur of voices letting you know they are always watching.

You could hear the low whispers, how they talk with such vemon. All you need to a rough fuck from a top Alpha, someone to put you in your place. Others say that maybe this life wasn't meant for you, to put you down quick and without a fuss.

Settling in for the night, you knew you'd be here for a while. Closing your eyes and clearing your mind. Getting lost in your imagination, slipping into the void of your own reality. The first sounds of shouting and gunfire so far away that you don't hear. Either that or you so deep into your mind that you can't hear the screaming.

Red light illuminates around you, casting the small room into a dark hue. The sound of alarms startles you to the surface. The sound of pounding feet marching into battle. The cries and whimpers of the wounded. This can't be real, you must still be dreaming. This must be what a nightmare is, something you never experienced. Bullet fire opens up close near you, the sound of the sharp metal bouncing off the steel walls, echoing around you.

All you can do is lay in this unnatural postion, like a juicy mango ripe for the picking. You can hear the voices, unknown to you. Shouting out commands and orders, responses and copy that's. The door to your room shaking under the thunderous pounding.

The metal screaming has whoever was on the other side tried to penetrate. Finally weakening, the door flung from its hinges, now laying off to the side. The dark room filled the shouting voices and beams of light, words you couldn't understand.

It must have been a hell of a sight. A fresh untouched Omega, beant over and bound, begging to be fucked. If they weren't trained for this, and pumped full of suppressants, one of them would have went in for the bite. Lowering his weapon Kyle lead the charge. Barking out commands as he slung the gun across his back. Unsheathing the knife on his thigh, cooing at the poor whimpering thing in front of him.

He never understood it, the need for dominance. Might be genetic after all, born a Beta male. He slipped his knife under the binds, watching as it sliced through them with ease. Letting her know he's not here to harm her, none of them are. Easing his hand on her lower back, slicing through the rest of the binds. Pulling her into a kneeling postion with himself to the side of her.

"It's all going to be alright love." hoping his words eased her. One of his men handing him a fleece blanket, he wrapped it around the shaking thing. "Do ya think ya can stand?" he asked. Finally turned her around to get a proper look at her, she still had the bag over her head. The damn thing was padlocked on, he called out to one of his men. "Anyone know how to pick a lock?" a small lanky Beta approached. Hands up in a nuturel positions, showing that he was no harm to the frightened Omega.

"Get dis thing off of her. Make it quick" he held you in place has the other male Beta began working of the lock. You flinched with every movement, whimpering out in fear. Trying to understand what was happening, was this still apart of the nightmare? The lock clicked and sprang open. The smaller Beta wretching it off you as Kyle ripped the hood from your head.

Sucking in a deep breath of air, feeling your lungs fill and burn. Your senses flooded with the smell of the men around you. All Betas to your surprise.

"Easy, easy their." Kyle tried pulling you to your feet. But after hours of being bound tight, your muscles relented and cried out in pain. Causing you to cling to him and hiss, you won't be able to use your limbs for a while. Kyle didn't hesitate lifting you up by your knees, bracing his other arm across your back. Carrying you past the other man and out the door. You were thankful for the blanket, the warmth helping to keep you calm.

"Close ya eyes." it was a command and you didn't dare disobey. Snapping them shut and burying your face into his chest. "It's all gonna be alright." you hope he was telling the truth, you had no other choice but to believe his words. He carried you past the destruction and towards the safety of outside. Trucks lined the block, stations and tents set up along the roads. Kyle looked out and saw his Captain carrying two young Omega girls, no older the six.

He was is disbelief and disgust, these poor Omega girls, locked up like cattle. This was only the third raid, after being tipped off of the inhumane practices. The shocking bombshell articles plastered all over the papers and morning new stations. The only good thing coming out of this mess was the cure.

He carried you to one of the medic tents, setting you on an empty bed. Female and male medics shuffling around trying to treat all they could. Two female Beta medics came to your aid, immediately checking you vitals. Kyle stepped off to the side, to give them space and to return to the mission. You reacted out of panic and fear, lunging forward and gripping onto his arm. Your nails digging in deep, drawing blood. "Please!" you croaked out. Eyes wide and pleading, filling with worry and tears.

He didn't know what to do, looking at the medics for support. The lead medic pushing him onto the bed next to you, "Keep her calm" she ordered out as she flashed a light in your eyes. Your breathing eased and your grip loosened.

He didn't leave your side the whole time, staying with you as the medication they gave you started to take affect. Consuming your body with sleep, closing your eyes one last time that night.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his nostrils flaring with each breath. He's been doing this for so long, has been all over the world and seen the many cruel ways of his kind. But this, this hit him hard.

His mind kept wandering back to you, but it's just all part of the job right. Right?

"Fuck" he spat out, pushing off of the vanity as he finally left the bathroom. Making his way down the hall to the kitchen, it was too early in the morning. Most still sleeping and the few awake else wear. He opened the fridge, his stomach doing flips making the idea of food unmanageable. He needed some air, opting for a run outside instead.

Allowing the crisp morning air hit his face, the burn in his lungs and the ache in the legs. He loved the feeling of freedom. Opening field, just loving life. Nothing but a good run to clear his plauged mind. Turning back around to head towards the compound, he noticed a familiar shape resting up against a tree. Captain Price.

"What's up?" he asked out of breath, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. "I know it's your day off but theres a problem." Kyle knew the look in his Captains eyes. He wouldn't be asking if he didn't think Kyle could handle it. "Go on." he instructed. "It's about the Omega you brought out last night. She's been unconsolable, unresponsive. She in a lot of stress, keeps asking for the Beta that rescued her." Kyle's heart dropped, he didn't bother to finish listening to what Price had to say. Walking off towards the direction of the parking lot, he'll deal with his Captain later.

All he could focus on was getting to you.

[humphreybubbles]

allhallows'eve doomlit trolleywalk

[honouredsatoru]

JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

[baepsaesbae]

Eclipse

Pairing— Day Fairy!Hoseok x Night fairy!reader    

Genre— SMUT, fae au, angst, idiots to lovers

Warnings— Oral (F receiving), nipple play, explicit unprotected sex, hair pulling, both praise and slight derogatory dirty talk bc I can’t make up my mind, slight swearing

Word Count— 3.3k  

Summary— The summer solstice is here and it’s time to celebrate. Your favorite part of the solstice is that you get to see Hoseok, or rather, the love of your life. It’s too bad you haven’t told him how you really felt, even though it has been centuries. Maybe this year will be different. 

A/N— This fic is part of The Fabled Collab hosted by @joontopia, @kimtaehyunq, and @whipped-for-kpop-fics. Hoseok is my sunshine, so I just had to write about him! Thank you to @s0seo and @taegularities for giving me motivation to write. Lastly, huge shoutout to Eden from @thebiasrekkers​ for making this awesome banner for me! As always, let me know how you guys like the fic! My askbox is always open <3

Fae clans have many holidays and rituals, but solstices are by far the most celebrated. Solstices mark the pivotal event that shifts the seasonal responsibilities between the sun and moon clans. The summer and winter solstice are always the biggest events of the year, with about a week of festivities leading up to the final event. 

Sweat ran down your spine as the sun beat down on you. You’ve been holding up a stupid banner for what felt like an eternity.

“Okay wait, you’re gonna hate me but I think we should put it back to where we originally had it,” Sunghoon said with furrowed brows.

“That’s it. We’ve been doing this all morning. Figure this out yourself,” you angrily threw down the banner and stormed off before Sunghoon had the chance to yell at you.

You ignored the friendly calls from other fae that were setting up decor nearby. It was way past your bedtime. Cranky and drenched in sweat, you were definitely not a happy night fairy. Heading straight to the pond, you derobed and found comfort in the cool waters that  washed away your stress instantly. You gazed up at the blue sky while floating on your back. The day truly was beautiful, you couldn’t deny that. However, nighttime was better in your very much biased opinion. The dark sky littered with countless stars that glittered like diamonds was an unbeatable sight. 

“Hey there sunshine!” a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts. You dipped back into the water and turned to the source of the sound.

“Hey there, perv. Care to join me?” you beckoned.

“I wish I could, but I need to go finalize some plans for the handoff ceremony--”

“It’s the same EVERY year. C’mon Hobi, you don’t need to go,” you whined.

“I’ll meet you back here at sunset, how does that sound?” he tried to appease you.

“Midnight. I’m already exhausted, I don’t wanna wake up early,” you blew raspberries into the pond.

“That’s fair. I’ll see you then okay?” Hoseok waved before flying off.

On top of parties filled with indulgences that would blow the mind of any feeble human, Hoseok was the added bonus that made you eager for each solstice. Admittedly, you two have had some sort of flirtationship going on for the past few centuries. Your friends always teased you about how madly head over heels you were for him. As much as you wanted to believe that he loved you in the same way, something always felt off.  

Hoseok always reciprocated your flirtatious advances, but it felt more like a game between friends rather than something substantial. You’ve even observed his interactions with other fairies, and it didn’t seem like he gave you any special treatment. He was simply a good friendly guy that everyone loved, but not the way that you loved him. 

You were dying to know how he truly felt about you. All these years of playful banter had been fun, but they had also been simultaneously eating away at you. There’s no way he doesn’t know that you love him. At the same time, what if he thinks you’re just a good friend? You needed to know for sure, and you intended to confront him about it at midnight.

“Good evening,” you greeted Hoseok shyly as you approached the pond’s bank. 

“Good day to you sunshine,” Hoseok called back as he kicked at the water.

“How’d the meeting go?” you asked.

“Boring as always. You’re right, it’s the same every year. But the elders still want to go over everything again to ensure that the ceremony is perfect,” Hoseok sighed.

“Thanks for coming to hangout with me even though you’re so busy,” you said, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been looking forward to this all day! You’re the perfect person to unwind with after a long day,” Hoseok smiled. There it was. The radiant smile you fell for the first time you ever met him. 

“You sure I’m the perfect person for that? What do you do when you’re back in your own land surrounded by other day fae?” you prodded, hoping to steer the conversation onto the ‘what are we’ topic. 

“I have my friends there for sure, and I appreciate them too. But it’s different with you. Maybe because I can only hangout with you twice a year. You’re like my super special friend, yaknow?” Hoseok tried to explain. 

“Uh yeah, for sure. Like a special playdate kind of thing huh?” you tried to hide your hurt feelings.

“Exactly! You get it. It’s like you’re my favorite dessert that I can only have twice a year,” Hoseok nodded.

“Right…” you whispered softly to yourself. You spent the rest of the night listening to the unfruitful discussions Hoseok had during his meetings. All the excitement over the festival had drained from you. Now, you just wanted it to be over so you can go sulk in peace. 

“You’re awfully quiet,” Hoseok observed, “You haven’t interjected once about how stupid our traditions are or how you’re looking forward to having long nights again.”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m just tired. Sunghoon really worked me to the bone yesterday, that damn day fairy,” you faked a yawn.

“Hey, be nice! Wasn’t it you who volunteered to help us anyway?” Hoseok shook his head.

‘Yeah, because I thought I’d be able to work with you,’ you thought.

“It was a bizarre streak of altruism, that’s all,” you shrugged. 

“Nah, I know you’re a kind fairy deep down!” Hoseok playfully nudged your shoulder. Normally you would welcome this type of physical affection, but for right now it served as a painful reminder that you were merely seen as a buddy. 

You actively avoided Hoseok for the remainder of the week, counting down the hours to when it would finally all be over. You made up some lame excuse to not hangout with Hoseok every time he approached you. He must have caught on by the final day, either that or he was extremely busy. Afterall, he was the MC for the entire ordeal. 

Apparently, your abrasive reputation preceded you because no one wanted your help with anything. As soon as they saw you coming, they would randomly find themselves very preoccupied with something that made them too busy to talk to you. The only person who would put you to work was Sunghoon, who was one of Hoseok’s best friends. You wondered why he was always so nice to you even when you complained the entire time you helped him.

“That’s the last table! They all look great, thanks for helping with the set up,” Sunghoon gave you a thumbs up.

“You know it’s pointless setting up all these tables. Most of the fairies are just gonna be dancing or fucking all night long, no one is gonna be sitting down,” you said.

“Are you gonna be one of the fairies partying?” Sunghoon inquired.

“Definitely not,” you answered curtly.

“Then I’m happy at least one of these tables will be utilized,” Sunghoon nodded, “Try to enjoy yourself tonight okay?”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

The entire forest seemed to come alive that night. The trees swayed with the enchanting music while cheers of merriment erupted around the party scene. You sat alone at a mushroom table with your third (or was it fourth?) cup of berry wine. You glared at the fairies who had lost themselves to their pleasures, whether it be the wine or the toadstools, or perhaps even both. Fairies who had given into their more lustful urges could be seen on the outskirts of the dance floor, some in the innocent stages of kissing and others entangled full fledged fornication. Scoffing at the obscene orgy, you stumbled off to get another cup of wine. Even though you weren’t really participating, you had to admit that fairies knew how to throw a party. 

“Hey ___, I noticed you’ve been by yourself the whole evening. Want some company?” someone asked behind you as you filled up your mug to the brim. You turned to see two Sunghoons merge to become one hazy Sunghoon in the blink of an eye. 

“F-ffuck off Sunghoon,” you slurred.

“I wanted to thank you for all the hard work you did for this year’s summer solstice,” Sunghoon continued, unfazed by your harshness, “Wanna dance to celebrate?”

“Nope,” you answered as you pushed him aside.

“Yeah she seemed pretty pissed dude,” Sunghoon said while taking a large swig.

“At you or in general?” Hoseok inquired.

“Dunno man, she’s always been like that. However, she seemed more aggravated than usual, which is hard to imagine,” Sunghoon chuckled, “Did you do something to her?”

“No! I’ve been replaying everything we talked about at the pond but everything seemed fine! I even told her that she was my super special friend and---oh shit,” Hoseok’s face fell.

“Idiot,” Sunghoon tsked. 

Both fae clans had gathered by the main stage, intently listening to the same speeches that the clan leaders have spoken for centuries. You watched apathetically as the everlasting flame was being formally handed over. The crowd roared as the flame changed from a deep crimson red to an icy silver color with a blue hue, signifying that the solstice had come to pass. 

If the festival wasn’t wild before, it had only gotten more out of hand after the official ceremony. Seeing the other fairies go wild in every sense of the word made you nauseous. The noise level intensified as you watched your fairy brethren engage in rather promiscuous activities. Someone even beckoned for you to join in the fun, but you just walked away. The only person you wanted to have that kind of fun with was Hoseok. It infuriated you that your thoughts always drifted to him. You filled up your cup one last time and walked away from the ruckus, towards an empty grove. Hopefully you would be able to wallow in self pity in peace there. 

The stars twinkled above you, and dim moonlight speckled the ground around you as it shone through the trees. You could still hear the party, but it was much fainter now and served as nice background noise to keep you from drowning in your thoughts. With a deep exhale, you fought to hold back tears. You felt so foolish. Too many years have been wasted in vain for an unrequited love that you should have seen coming. It was so stupid of you to hold onto a sliver of hope that Hoseok would like you back. 

“The party is that way,” a familiar voice called out to you.

“Then why aren’t you there?” you didn’t try to mask the annoyance in your voice.

“I saw you walk away, I wanted to check up on you.”

“Why the fuck would you even care?” you sat up and hissed.

“Why are you being so hostile? You’re the one who has been avoiding me all week!” Hoseok raised his voice.

“I’m sure you didn’t have much time to spend with me anyway,” you huffed.

“That’s not true. I spent every moment of my free time looking for you, only for you to turn me away. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Hoseok calmed down.

“Fine. I’m in love with you, okay? How fucking embarrassing. It hurt when you said that I was your super best friend or whatever. Seeing you afterward just reminded me of how dumb I am,” you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“Oh sunshine, I’m the idiot. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re my special friend because I like you too. I wanted to spend every second with you this week. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that, I’m so sorry ____,” Hoseok got down on his knees and pulled you in for a hug. You were stunned.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner then!” you pushed him off.

“I thought it was obvious from the way we flirted!” he argued. 

“You’re nice to everyone, it was hard for me to tell,” you pouted.

“My apologies for not being a sourpuss like you,” Hoseok laughed.

“So...what now? It wasn’t really a romantic confession but I guess our feelings are out in the open now,” you whispered as you leaned against him.

Suddenly, Hoseok pushed you back to the ground, straddling your hips. His dark hair nearly covered his eyes as he looked down at you. He was beyond beautiful, his white iridescent wings glittered ethereally in the moonlight. 

“Remember when I said you’re like a dessert I can only have twice a year? I’d like to make that a reality,” Hobi smirked. He bent over to kiss you. It was soft at first, his plush lips pressing up against yours. He gently cupped your face with one hand while the other wandered to your chest, undoing your blouse. Lust overtook the both of you as the kiss deepened and Hoseok fondled your breasts. You let out a small gasp as he played with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.  

“Spread those legs for me, sunshine,” he demanded.

You complied, slowly exposing yourself to him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him while in such a compromising position. Hoseok gingerly kissed a trail along your inner thighs towards your core. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm under him in anticipation.

“So impatient,” he chuckled, “Let’s play a game. You have to make eye contact with me while I eat you out. Every time you look away, I stop.”

“You’re evil,” you huffed before reluctantly looking at the beautiful being perched between your legs. 

“That’s my girl,” he purred approvingly before spreading your folds with his fingers. His eyes darkened with lust as you watched him lick tantalizingly slow stripes. He could feel your need for more, so he moved up to focus on your clit, giving it special attention as his tongue swirled around it. 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, gripping him tighter as he licked your clit faster. All your composure was lost as you looked down at him with pleading eyes.

“What is it? Need more?” Hoseok teased as his fingers traced your entrance.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” Hoseok feigned ignorance

“Please touch me,” you said softly.

“We need to work on your begging, but you’re so adorable I can’t say no,” Hobi dove back into stimulating your clit as he slipped a finger inside of you. He smirked at how easily he went in, and immediately added a second finger. The new feeling had you throwing your head back as he grazed your g-spot. Right as things began to feel good, he retracted everything.

“Hobi!” you cried out in frustration.

“You looked away. Remember the rules to our little game?” Hoseok chided. You glared down at him as he immediately picked up where he left off, not giving you time to readjust. Fighting back the urge to close your eyes, soft moans escaped from your lips.

“Ready to cum, my dear ___?” he asked sweetly as his fingers dipped to directly attack your g-spot.

There was no time to give a proper response. Your back arched and your toes curled up as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Drenched in your juices, Hoseok glistened under the moonlight.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Hoseok praised, “But I’m not finished with you yet,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

He unbuckled his trousers, releasing the monster that dangled between his legs. You willingly spread your legs for him, eager for more.

“So needy, you haven’t had enough yet?” Hoseok tsked as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds.

Finally, Hoseok began to bury himself into you. He took his time, relishing how your warm walls squeezed him. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, focusing on feeling every inch of him. Once he bottomed out, you wrapped your legs around him in an attempt to bring him impossibly closer. The dark lust that swam in his eyes broke for a second, replaced by the warm smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place. He bent down to kiss you, and you happily reciprocated. 

Hoseok moved his hips slowly as he fucked you at a deep yet gentle pace. Mouths still colliding, you shyly licked at his lips. Taking your hint, Hoseok’s tongue met yours. As the kisses deepened with more saliva being interchanged, Hoseok’s thrusts became harsher.    

“You’re so fucking sexy. Lemme see that ass baby,” Hoseok growled as he flipped you over.

He smacked your ass twice and watched it jiggle in awe before placing a firm grip on your hips. Almost animalistically, he bucked into you. Your body jolted forward with each thrust. You had never been fucked this hard before, and it was heavenly. Hoseok’s control over his body movement was insane. Your moans grew louder as his hips continuously rolled into you. 

One of Hoseok’s hands formed a tight grip on your hair, roughly bringing your head up off the ground. You couldn’t stop your wanton moans from filling the open air. 

“H-Hoseok,” you cried out.

“What is it? Is it too much for you?” Hoseok cooed in your ear as he brought your head back even closer to him.

“Mmm-no,” was all you could make out.

“I knew you could take it all, such a good slut,” Hoseok praised as he let go of your hair.

Unable to hold yourself up, you immediately fell back onto your chest. Your fingernails dug into the dirt as you could feel another orgasm swelling up inside of you. 

“I’m gonna cum again,” you wailed out.

“I’m almost there, wait for me baby,” Hoseok instructed.

With perfect timing, Hoseok let out a guttural moan as he spilled his seed inside of you. Sounds of pleasure bounced around the grove as you came in unison. Hoseok’s cum dripped down the sides of your inner thighs when he pulled out. 

“How did I do, sunshine?” Hoseok asked jovially as you laid on the ground before him.

“You knocked me out. I don’t think I can move for a while,” you weakly answered with a smile.

“Not a problem, we can just stay here for a while, sunshine,” Hoseok laid down beside you, beckoning for you to rest atop his chest. 

“I like when you call me that,” you yawned.

“Sunshine?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah, that. It makes me feel special,” you nodded.

“Is that so? I’m glad it makes you feel special, because you are. You’ve always been the spunky night fairy that everyone knows but is too afraid to approach,” Hoseok laughed.

“What! I am totally friendly! Just not to those who piss me off,” you defended, “Which...I guess is a lot of people so I suppose I see your point. What made you want to be my friend if everyone thought I’m scary?”

“You treated me like everyone else. It always felt like people put on a fake facade around me since I’m the chief’s son. They’re nice to me to try and curry favor with my father, or maybe flirt with me to try and gain some special sort of status. I don’t know. I’m just me,” Hoseok shrugged. 

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re my sunshine,” you hugged him.

“That makes me feel great. I’ll do my best to see you more than twice a year, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“I guess I can clear my schedule and come over to visit you too,” you giggled, “Or maybe we can run away and make a clan of our own.”

“Are you serious?” he asked, “Don’t tempt me. I’d love to go somewhere where no one knows my name or expects anything from me.”

“How about we go to where the day meets the night?” you offered.

“Like what? An eclipse?” Hoseok said as he gazed into the night sky.

“Precisely. We can make an eclipse clan. We only have to do festivals for eclipses, and those are kinda rare,” you giggled.

“Sounds like a good dream, sunshine. Let’s seriously discuss it in the morning when we’re both more sober,” Hoseok kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight, my sunshine,” you whispered into his chest.

Published July 23, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

[soullessmocha]

men after midnight || part two

{ poly!the lost boys x fem!reader }

|| part one || part three ||

rating: explicit

word count:  4814

chapter summary: the lost boys have caught their fun for the night. they take the reader back to the cave to continue their endeavors for the night.

warning: smut, 18+ reader only please, lewd language, fem!reader, mentioning of female genitalia, foursome, voyeurism, cunnilingus, female body parts, use of tobacco, use of liquor, use of marijuana, hints of blood, bodily liquids, blood kink, vampires fucking a human, this has not been proof read, first time really writing a smut chapter, and dirty talk.

a/n: i have been so hesitant on releasing this chapter. this is my first time writing something explicit for a long chapter. please do not read if you are not comfortable with female body parts and bodily functions. other than that ENJOY!

“Are you sure you don’t need me for the rest of the night?” You ask the bride concerning, you were the maid of honor after all you felt like shit for just leaving like this. Yet she seemed more than happy to let you leave with the band of misfits that stood waiting for you by the stairs of the boardwalk. Jennifer could only shine you a grin. “Come on, I mean when are you ever going to be invited by a group like that. Plus it’s finally time someone gets in your pants and lets you have some fun! You have been just as stressed about this wedding and it’s not even yours. Go on, get some!” Jennifer teased tugging on your belt loop of your jean shorts. You could only roll your eyes at her statement. However, you bit your lip to hide your excited smile. As you turned over your shoulder Jennifer landed a righteous smack on your bottom, which caused you to jump and hurry further away from her. 

Once you approached the guys you could feel your cheeks starting to redden once again. God what were you doing? You aren’t in high school anymore! What if they kill you? You have a wedding to run! The snaking of an arm around your waist distracts you from your further endeavors of freaking out mentally. “So babe, which one are you riding with tonight?” Paul asks slyly as he pulls you closer to his side, you could feel his jacket ornaments pressing into your bare skin. You couldn’t help but clear your throat, “I think I am going to tag along with Dwayne, no offense, but you two seem a bit wild.” You start as you pull away from the wild blonde to the brunette who was smirking down at you in a silent victory. There was a gaggle of chuckles coming from the boys. “Oh you have no idea,” Paul snickers walking up the steps leading the boys to their bikes. You swallow as you watch them the sudden frigid of anxiety causing your body to stiffen at just the sight of the motorbikes. Yet once again to coax you with a chilled hand on your back, “It’s okay, I promise I will be careful.” Dwayne whispers in your ear before shuffling to his back which he so effortlessly gets on. He hikes his tight jeans up to get more comfortable. The small action caused you to swallow. “O-okay.” You whisper as you mount his bike. Carefully you wrapped your arms around his waist. A chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled you closer and wrapped your arms tighter, “You’re gonna want to hold on tighter, I said I would be careful, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t be going fast.” He claimed, smirking at your over his shoulder, “Hold on tight,” he kicked his bike to life and revved the engine. You could feel your body vibrating from the machine below you. It almost made your teeth chatter from the amount of power it had. After that line of reeves you heard hoops and hollers from the other men who zoomed off. The two of you were last to follow them soon a squeal leaving your lips as the bike was jolted forward.

You look around in the cave the men have lowered you into. The cave seemed like the breathed life itself, yet you didn’t question them on how they lived. It was interesting to hear the backstory of the place and how it once used to be a resort. It seemed like it would’ve been beautiful. Yet once again you were lost in your thoughts when Paul kneeled in front of your tense form. His hands splaying across your exposed thighs, it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You snapped to your senses. The sudden smell of a familiar skunk like smell that was accompanied with a melody of soft rock in the background. Each boy was doing their own thing around the cave, talking amongst themselves or picking out music. “Did you want a hit?” Paul asks, holding a burning joint between his fingers. Jeez when was the last time you took a hit off of one of these? “Why the hell not,” you mumbled attempting to take the joint from the blonde but he only pulled it away. Tsks left his lips and he shook his head, “No, part those pretty lips,” he directs you, squeezing your thigh lightly. You swallowed at the direction before parting your lips. Paul smirked up at you placing the end of the blunt between your lips. Once you inhale taking a short puff he trails his hands to the end of your shorts giving a light tug, “Good girl.” He praises which causes you to choke on the smoke. 

“Damn, Paul, we don’t want her to die on us.” Marko chimes from behind you moving your hair from your neck to help you cool down. Yet his hands sweep your hair to the side and his fingertips trail over the curve of your neck. “Plus, we don’t want her to be only choking on some smoke tonight,” Marko adds to the teasing which causes your face to turn red. Holy shit. What is happening?! “Knock it off,” David chimes from his wheelchair, his leg hiked up as he chain-smoked from his cigarette. The giggling boys backed off but of course not without Paul giving you a wink. You give a grateful nod to David as you lean back on the couch trying to calm your racing heart that wanted to escape your chest. You notice David only gave a smirk at your startled state in response. Yet Paul sat next to you sharing his joint with you. You never realized how fun these guys actually were. They were so relaxing to be around. Or was that the joint finally hitting you?

“What rude hosts of us!” Marko piped from the other side of the cave, “We haven’t offered Y/N a drink yet.” A devious smirk grew on his lips and you could only perk up trying to figure out what he was planning. Your legs slightly moved off of Paul’s lap as you tried to see what Dwayne was off to get. Paul pulled your legs back onto his lap and traced endless lines and shapes into your soft skin. You could only giggle mindlessly at the ministrations that caused goosebumps to raise on your skin. Your once tense nature was long gone by now. The mind high had taken over, investing your head with calm behavior. As you started to have a giggle attack come on you felt a chilled hand wrap around your throat from behind you. The hand tilted your head back effortlessly. You look up to see Dwayne and a bottle of liquor, you furrow your brows confused at his stance and his intentions. “Open up, sweetheart,” Marko chimed as he sat next to Paul. Your eyes flicker between Dwayne’s strong, dark eyes, searching for what was happening. However, you comply, you open your mouth slightly but Dwayne’s thumbs tilts your chin down to open your parted lips more. He leans down and parts his lips as well, the amber liquid falls into your mouth from his. Holy shit. Was the only thought that ran through your mind as he did this. You swallowed the alcohol and a drop cascaded down the corner of your lips threatening to fall off your chin. Dwayne dipped in time and latched his lips to yours, sweeping his tongue to steal the drop. You gasp into the action but relax once his lips mold to yours into a tender heated kiss. The kiss tasted of the liquor and of him. Nothing but him filled your senses, you didn’t even notice Paul’s hands massaging your thighs to trick your legs apart. 

Dwayne inhales sharply from the kiss and pulls his hand from your throat and down your chest where he teases the hem of the cropped shirt. He tugged on it before pulling away and pushing you up to face Paul who practically pulled your into his lap. The sudden move made you dizzy but the alcohol made you feel warm the second it hit your system. You pant against Paul’s features, your eyelids heavy with lust and desire. You feel your hands crawl up his neck to his jaw where you pull him into a fiery kiss. This kiss ignited another level of desire. You were buzzing with want. You wanted more, you wanted everything, you wanted them. Chuckles echoed off of the cave walls as you made out with Paul, they continued as your hips instinctively rolled against Paul’s instantly causing him to pull away with a groan. “So eager.” He whispers against your lips with a grin. “I wouldn’t be if you wouldn’t stop teasing me.” You reply breathlessly connecting your forehead to his.

“Teasing?” Paul questions loudly, which causes Marko to giggle behind his fingerless gloves. “Marko! Is that what we’re doing?”

“I don’t know Paul, why who thinks that?”

“Y/N thinks we are teasing her.” Paul smirks and faces you to Marko who leans closer to you with his arm behind Paul.

“Is that what she thinks? She hasn’t even scratched the surface.” Marko whispers ghosting his lips over yours, coaxing you to lean closer to him. As if you were in a trance you crawl off of Paul’s lap towards Marko. Your hands press into the velvet of the vintage couch to balance yourself. “Then show me.” You commanded which caused the curly haired man to present his signature Cheshire grin. 

“You think she can handle it?” Marko asks the Lost Boys, his head tilted as he leans back as your body starts to lean over his. You trap him between your arms with you leg between his. 

“She can handle it. Why don’t we give her what she wants,” David starts from afar, no longer visible from the spotlight of the moon on his chair. The only thing visible was his turquoise eyes from afar. “Give the lady what she craves the most. Fill her every need.” David orders. With your eyes glued on him in shock at him accepting the situation. Yet that was all it took for the three men to start their endeavors. Marko’s lips instantly attacked your neck, causing you to gasp and grasp onto the back of his head as he pushed you up to kneeling on the couch. Before your eyes could flutter close you could see David flicker his lighter to the dead end of his cigarette, his bright eyes practically glowing in the dark. In the second you closed your eyes you could swear you saw the orbs turn a tinge of yellow. That didn’t matter.

So many hands were splaying across your body, feeling you up and down, over your clothes some dipping below the frail pieces of fabric. Your fingers get lost in Marko’s curls as he finds the secret spot on your neck that causes you to elicit a delicate moan from your parted lips. A single hand dipped into the back of your shorts in an attempt to pull them down as lips delicately kissed your exposed back from the crop top that was already halfway up your torso over your breasts. With your eyes screwed shut you could feel delicate fingers unclasp your bra from behind. The freedom caused your ears to burn and tension making your spine go frigid. 

“Don’t be like that, relax, let us take care of you.” Marko whispered against your neck before pulling away and swiping your shirt off of you, tossing it aimlessly through the air. You blink at him as he admires you as if you were the most captivating thing he has ever laid eyes on. The expression caused your neck to grow red and a ball to tighten deep in your stomach. His head tilts up to kiss your sternum, slowly making his way down the line of bone to the crevice between your breast. There he nipped with a smirk as he mused at your gasp. He didn’t hesitate to take a breast into his mouth. The pressure of his mouth on our nipple caused your moan and threw your head back into a hand which grasps your hair. Your eyes widen slightly at the sudden tug on your roots but relax against the stubble and smooth lips of Dwayne. The teasing was already causing a heat and a tight ball to coil deep in your core. You could feel yourself already soaking through the thin garment of your underwear. The sudden pinch of Marko’s fingers and the sliding of Paul’s fingers over your clothes slit caused you to moan into Dwayne’s kiss. He only swallowed the moan and pressed deeper into the kiss, his long brunette hair tickling your features as he leaned over the couch.

Paul manages to unzip your shorts with the help of Marko’s action of unbuttoning your shorts. Dwayne ended the kiss with dragging your lower lip between his teeth. You whip your head as Marko switched to the lonely breast and licked his way around the areola before sucking on the perked nipple. The sight caused you to whimper and tug on his curls. Marko growled in response and pushed down your shorts and panties without hesitation. “Stand up,” Dwayne commands from the shadows behind the couch. You comply and stand with the help of Paul lifting you so Marko could tear the useless clothing off your body and throw them somewhere in the cave. Paul swiftly takes you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and starts to walk towards an end of the cave into one of the few tunnels. Not caring you push his hair to the side and start to ghost your lips against where his pulse point would be. Before you could actually kiss your neck he lets you down on a mattress where you fall on a mountain of blankets and pillows. It was a nest. It was so soft under your exposed skin, just the sensation of the fabric enough was to stimulate your senses.

The room was dark, only lit by a few white scentless candles and nothing else. Four dark figures circle around you on the bed. All looking down at you with hunger and lust in their eyes. In a split moment you felt like it was too many eyes on you. You go to cover your chest with your arms as you sit on your heels turning to see who was at what side of the mattress. Paul in front of you, Dwayne behind you, Marko to your left and David to your right. Your pulse was skyrocketing as you covered your chest uncomfortable with the silence. However, hands wrapped around your wrists from behind you, “Don’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you, we only want to pleasure you,” Dwayne whispers from behind pinning your hands to your sides. His hand pinches your chin between his fingers to tilt your head to look towards him. He nuzzled his nose against yours before dipping in for a kiss, the kiss was reassuring and comforting, yet his opposite hand trailed down your abdomen landing just above your core. You moan into the kiss and Dwayne pulls away and makes you face Dwayne as he trails his hands down your neck and your back as he watches you crawl to Paul. Your fingertips pull Paul towards by the belt hanging off of his hips on his white pants. Your fingers work at the belt in a hurry, fumbling with the complicated belt. As you did you felt Dwayne’s fingers graze your ass dipping to the back of your thighs. You slip down Paul’s white pants surprised there was no zipper or anything and swallowed that he wasn’t wearing any underwear and that his free member sprung free with anticipation. Your big eyes looked up at Paul and smirked at you and gently caressed your cheek in encouragement, “Don’t be so shy babe, show us what you can do.”

With that encouragement you grasped his shaft gently before pressing your lips to the side of it. You teased around with your tongue, spit, and your lips. Paul hissed and grasped your hair tightly with a groan, “Damn, don’t be teasing me now.” Paul grumbles with one eye closed in pain as you continue your teasing. Yet his reaction was enough for you to take the tip into your mouth. You slid your tongue around and on the slit of the head that was swollen with arousal. Paul stripped off his jacket and shirt and kicked off his pants as he held your head steady as he carefully thrusted into your mouth. “Fuck yes, good girl. Yeah, take all of me in your dirty mouth,” Paul moans tugging on your roots. With hollowed cheeks you moaned as Dwayne’s finger grazed your slit, taking in your wetness on his two fingers, amused by how wet you were. His lips started at the low of your back, teasing you as he continued lower and lower, your moan was muffled by Paul pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You inhaled sharply through your nose as his cockhead touched the back of your throat slowly causing you to gag and your eyes to prickle with tears. Paul was quick to pull out and Dwayne was quick to dip into your heat. Strings of saliva fell from your mouth as you gasped for air. Yet the gasps were inward moans as you felt Dwayne suck on your needy clit. Paul grasps your chin before you can look down and places a few chaste kisses on your lips and pushes the hair out of your face. You moaned into the kisses as Dwayne swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud soon dipping towards your entrance. Paul soon stands and presses the head of his cock against your lips asking for entrance once again. You agree and take him once again into your mouth sucking and massaging the rest of his shaft that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You try your best to focus and breathe through your nose but you yelp around the flesh in your mouth as Dwayne slips a finger in your entrance pumping a steady rhythm.

The sound of a chair shuffling in the room causes your eyes to shift to your peripheral where you see David take a seat gracefully and keep a sharp eye on your sinful actions. Paul snickers at this and thrusts into your mouth, “You like it when other people watch? Such a dirty girl. Isn’t she?” Paul asks and tilts his head back moaning as you moan around his cock. “She is, such a slut to be fucking three guys at once. She likes it when other people watch too. Look at her blushing. It’s so cute.” Marko joins and shifts himself on the bed. Just then Dwayne adds another finger causing you to moan as he stretches you out with his fingers. Scissoring his fingers to massage your cunt and stretch you out for any of them. After a moment he hits a spot in your heat that causes your body to surge and for you to pull away from Paul’s shaft with a gasp. You heave for fresh air as Dwayne hits it once more kissing your lower back as he continues his fingers against the sweet spot in a quicker rhythm. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You yell out curling your toes and clenching the blanket below you. As your moans get louder Dwayne goes faster and kisses your ass quickly biting down, you yelp at the action feeling a sharp pain that soon turns into unimaginable pleasure. With that last push of pleasure you are pushed over the edge, not noticing the fact that something warm was trailing down the back of your thigh. As you came your body twitched and your chest fell to the mattress so your ass was right up in the air. Dwayne helped you ride out the high and gave a sweet kiss on your back as leather clad palms flipped you to your back. Marko was now in front of you, “You think you take more?” He asks, tilting his head, he had his pants unbuckled and below his groin, his cock restraining against the fabric of his underwear. The only response you can give is a hum and pull him close with your legs wrapped around his waist. You moan as his clothed dick pressed against your wet throbbing core. Paul and Dwayne dipped their way on the mattress splaying their fingers on your body, touching every inch of your skin with passion to stimulate your mind. 

Marko was swift at pushing his underwear out of the way and he pushed his jacket off as well, tossing it and tying his hair into a low ponytail before leaning over you. You grasp his shaft and line him up, “Holy shit,” you whisper feeling just how girthy he was. Marko smirked down at you and placed a passionate kiss on your lips to distract you as he pushed his cock into your warmth. A high pitched moan left your throat as you felt him stretch you out filling every inch of you. You pull away to gasp as he bottoms out in you. “Holy shit,” you repeat breathlessly and arch your back. Marko slowly thrusts to start you off and you can’t help but moan every time he pulls away enjoying the pleasure of the pressure in your pelvis and the tightness of his hands pushing your hips down into the mattress. As his speed picks up and your moans become louder you open your eyes to Paul and Dwayne each attached to a breast. “Oh God!” You call out grasping both of their heads, entangling your fingers in their hair. “Oh shit, babe! You feel so fucking good!” Marko gasps as he hardens his thrusts pulling you in with each thrust. 

“Fuck, oh fuck!” You yell out as you feel the coil build up in the pit of your stomach once more. This one feeling more powerful than the last. Paul lets go of your nipple with a pop and kisses up your neck, “Keep yelling like that babe, it’s so fucking hot. Louder.” Paul mumbles against your skin between hickeys and nips. The encouragement caused you to moan with each stroke of Marko’s power. With your loud moans fingers find your swollen clit rubbing it in patterns you couldn't recognize but it sent your mind through another universe. Your legs tighten around Marko’s waist as his thrusts begin to get sloppy as you feel Paul’s teeth graze your neck, along with something sharp that wasn’t his blunt teeth. Goosebumps raise on your skin and your toes curl as he bites down on your neck. The pain was distracted by the pleasure as the filthy actions continue on your clit. Energy surges through your body as the coil begins to snap. As you feel yourself going over the edge and a string of curses leaving your lips all the men pull away. You whine out of irritation and you are flipped around within a blink of an eye. Kneeling on the bed and with both of the blondes by your side you couldn’t use your investigation skills as your world was spinning. Dwayne lines his cock against your entrance and slips in with ease causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure. “Oh my God,” you breathlessly moan into the air. as he thrusts shallowly into you. 

The rustling of leather causes you to snap your eyes forward to see David squatting in front of you. His eyes admiring your disheveled state, drinking you in with each second that passes by. Each moan and yelp causes his sly smirk to grow bigger by the moment. His leather clad hand reaches up to your forehead and pushes back the hairs that stuck to your face from the perspiration that surfaced. “No God has anything to do with this, sweetheart.” David whispers; his cold breath hitting your features causes you to flutter your eyes closed. “Such a good girl, look at you. Obedient, taking all the pleasure,” David starts and trails his hand down your neck swiping the warm liquid that was falling from your chest. When your eyes opened from Dwayne thrusting once again against you sweet spot you gasped against David. He held a finger in his mouth sucking off whatever was on it. “Oh kitten, you taste so sweet. Let go, come for us. Let it all go.” He whispers and wraps his hand around your throat, giving it a steady pressure that caused your eyes to roll back and close. “Let go.” He whispers as Dwayne erratically thrusts from behind you, pressing you further into David’s hand. “Let go, come for us.” One last graze against your g spot sent you spiraling and David was the one to catch your moans and gasps with his lips. The kiss was hard and dominating as his tongue clashed with yours, wrestling for dominance. To ride out your high Dwayne rubbed your clit quickly and with passion to get you over the edge faster.

Dwayne groaned and pulled out spilling his seed on your back. You could hear Paul and Marko as well moan in unison from what you can puzzle from them pleasuring themselves. You felt more liquid hit your back and sides. David pulled away gracefully leaving you to ride out your high with loud moans and gasps as your body convulsed with pleasure. Your body wanted to collapse against the bed but strong arms held you by your waist. Your eyes closed for a moment, causing you not to pick up any recognition of what was happening. You blinked in and out of the punks cleaning you up. Even Paul dressed you in a large band t-shirt and your underwear. You only could remember the feeling of fingertips brushing over your features and a pair of cool lips pressed against your forehead. 

Your wild night concluded you were entangled with four bodies of strangers you met that crashed the bachelorette party. Each one took care of you in a different way. Each one touching your body one way whether that be by their hands, legs, or feet. You all were piled in one bed. The soft and warm nest lulled you to a deep sleep that would seem eternal.

You wake up with a shift in the bed as Paul pulls you closer to his bare chest. He held you delicately as Marko had his arms wrapped around Paul's waist but holding your hand. Dwayne had a hand on your thigh as he laid on his back as with David by his side with his head resting under his own arm no longer wearing his layers. You blink at your darken surroundings. You try to shift but your body screams with anger and protest as it was sore and worn out. You inhale sharply trying not to wake the boys as you sneak out of their grasps. Standing on the bed you shift to your feet. For a moment you admire the sight in front of you. How peaceful they all looked sleeping. Then it hit you like a brick wall. You did not just do that!! As you tiptoed around the bodies to hop off the mattress a strong of whispered curses left your mouth as you struggled to find your way out of the tunnel. Once you reach the main area of the cave you search for your shorts. Eventually finding them you turn off the radio that was still playing the soft rock from last night. As you put on your shorts stiffly you struggle to find a mirror to make sure you look presentable. Yet there were no mirrors. Who the hell does not have mirrors?! This was going to be worse walk of shame in the history of sex.

You sweep your shoes from the ground and on your feet. With a struggle you find your way out of the cave and on top of the cliff. Holy shit was it bright out. Your whole body was beating you up as you just had climbed up flights of stairs to get on the dirt path. Hudson’s bluff. You haven’t been out here since high school. And that was to buy from a sketchy dealer and get drunk in the little bit of forest. “Holy shit, I can’t believe I just did that.” You grumble rubbing your face looking out at the horizon of crashing waves. A huff leaves your lips as you straighten out the oversized shirt, “Well, time to be in a wedding.” 

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Musashi: Fallen Swordswoman

WARNING:This story is a work of fiction and contains many mature elements. Please do not continue if you are unable to handle such content. NOTE: This is a continuation from that messed up fanfiction that I wrote, but you do not need to read it to understand the context. This can be read by itself. The characters in this story are based on their depiction in Fate Grand Order which is developed by Delightworks and based on Type-Moon’s Fate franchise. I am not a lore expert, thus some terms and information used may be inaccurate. Sorry for any weird English or grammatical mistakes.

Previously��

It was summer and everyone was enjoying themselves at the beach. I was supposed to be out there having fun and I even had something planned with Jeanne. But I ended up stuck in a room, having to help Jalter with her work. After finishing with her work, I headed out to look for Jeanne, as she had promised me to introduce me to her dolphin, Reece. I eventually found out that the sweet and innocent looking Jeanne was just a façade. I could not believe my eyes from what I have seen. I lifelessly walked away from the horror that was before me. I want to erase that out of my mind…

Now

Loud cheers and noise could be heard throughout the beach. All the Servants are out on the beach, enjoying themselves, having fun, oblivious to the horror that I have just witnessed. “Master, join us!! Master, what’s wrong?” Many of the Servants called out to me, trying to invite me to join them in their games. But I just could not hear them. I could not process any more information. I lifelessly continued walking back to the resort, ignoring all the Servants. Was the beach this big? Why is the walk back this long? After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it back to the Chaldea holiday resort. The resort was established as a rest-stop for Servants to take a break during the summer. Now, it felt like a quiet place where I can just drink my sorrows away and forget everything I have seen. Due to most of the Servants being out at the beach enjoying themselves, I managed to take a mini-fridge full of beer back to my room without any major interruption. I planned to drink all my sorrows away. I planned to get so drunk that I will erase that image out of my mind.

Back at the Beach

“Is Master alright? He ignored all of us…” “He looked like a zombie, do you think he was overworked by Jalter?” “Hey, stop reminding me of work!!” Noticing my zombie-like appearance, many of the Servants began to gather around to discuss what has happened to me “Do you think there is anything we can do? Musashi, what do you think? Did you notice anything?” Being the last person I spoke to, Musashi was shocked by the drastic change. She could not believe her eyes that the energetic and carefree Master that greeted her a few minutes ago has turned into a lifeless zombie. “I… really don’t know… But… I don’t think… it is… anything… I said…” Musashi tried to figure out what had happened to me. “But… I will find a way to cheer Master up!! Especially since I was the last person he spoke to. I don’t think it is my fault, but I have the responsibility to cheer him up!” Musashi ensured the other Servants that she will try to cheer me up, before making her way towards the Chaldea holiday resort. “What should I do? I know… When I am down, Master always cooks for me a bowl of udon. I should cook him a bowl, maybe he will cheer up…”

In my room

“Why!!! Jeanne!!! Why!!!” I was sobbing in a corner while downing cans of beer to drink away all my pain and sorrow. Empty cans of beer littered around the room. It was said that being drunk would let you forget all your pain and suffering. But no matter how much I drank, I could not get drunk. No matter how much I drank, I just could not forget about it. Suddenly, the door to my room opened and I was blinded by the bright light radiating from the outside corridor. A silhouette appeared at the door, blocking the bright light. As the silhouette entered the room, the door closed, returning the room into complete darkness. “Come on Master!! Just look at yourself, you are barely functioning. I have something for you… Here, have some freshly made udon!!” The lights to my room flickered on, and the silhouette was revealed to be Miyamoto Musashi in her Berserker-Swimsuit form. She was donning her Stars and Stripes bikini complemented with her red and blue shrug. “I don’t know what you had been through but look at this mess!!” Musashi placed the bowl of udon on the desk before proceeding to clear the empty beer cans that littered around my room. “Master, go and have some udon while I clear this up. You will feel better once you eat it…” I sheepishly smiled at her words. Come on, Musashi, not everyone is like you. If udon can solve everything, then we don’t need to do all fighting anymore. We could just gather around and eat udon… But I will give her props for trying to cheer me up. Even though udon will not solve what I just been through, at least it would mean something to her… I fumbled my way up and slowly made my way towards the desk. Whether it was the alcohol kicking in or just pure coincidence, I will never know, but as I slowly made my way, I accidentally tripped on one of the empty can that was littered around the floor. “Bang!!!” “Uhm… Master… Can you get off me?” Instead of banging headfirst into the cold hard floor, I landed on the soft back of Musashi. Was her skin this soft and tender. Did she ever smell this nice? I don’t know whether it was the effect of the alcohol or my pent-up emotional stress or both, but Musashi was looking irresistible. Her warm body feels so enticing.

“Come on Master! Stop playing around, the udon is getting… Hahhh!!” With each passing moment, I was gradually taken over by lust. I knew I should not do this to the female Servants, but I could not control myself any longer. I gave in to the temptation and embraced Musashi in a tight hug, catching her by surprise. Without giving her any time to react, I slide my hands into her bikini top, around her beautiful curvaceous breasts and began to play with her nipples. “Hyahh… Master… please… Ahhh… stop… Argh…” Musashi tried to get me to stop, but with each moan she made, I grew even more horny. I quicken the assault on her breasts and her erected nipples and start to nibble all over her neck. Gradually, Musashi’s body began to relax and gave in to all the pleasure that she was experiencing. Seeing that she had relaxed, I took the opportunity and removed the shrug and the bikini top that were covering her beautiful assets. Turning her over, I was taken back by the mesmerising figure that was in front of her. Her irresistible breasts were a sight to behold. “Stop… Master… I am… shy about this…” Musashi tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but her blushing face just made me even more horny. She had awakened something in me. A desire of lust. I pounded onto her and pinned my lips onto hers. Initially, Musashi was taken back by the kiss, but soon she returned it passionately. Our tongues began to fight for dominance in each other mouth. Of course, my hands also wanted some of the action. As I continued kissing the beauty lying underneath me, my hands started roaming around her exposed breasts and began marking every curve with their fingerprints. Whenever I flicked past her nipples, an erotic moan could be heard emitting from Musashi’s mouth. Gradually, she gave in to her own desires and her hands started hugging around me as we lied on the floor, kissing like long-lost lovers. “Musashi?” I stopped kissing her and stared into her beautiful eyes. Musashi was taken back by the question. I can feel she wanted to continue our passionate kissing session. “I feel… we should… proceed… to the next stage…” “What… is the… Hyahhh!!!” Before Musashi could clarify what I meant, I had already slid my left hand into her bikini bottom and began caressing her nether regions. It was unbelievably wet. As my left fingers entered her pussy, Musashi started to resume her moaning. “How are you this wet?!? You are such a dirty woman!!” “Ahhh… I… am… Arghhh… not… dirty… Hahhh… I… just… never… Aaahh… this… much… Huahhh… before…” “I bet you use your swords to pleasure yourself every night” I continued to tease Musashi while fingering her and kissing all over her breasts. My left fingers scraped the walls of her tunnel and played with her clit, while my right hand continued to explore her body. “… No… Arghh… swords… Hhaah… are… Ahhh… for… fighting… “ Musashi squirmed and moaned underneath me as I continued my assault on both her nipples and her pussy. The strong warrior that had accompanied me in my daily missions had become a horny woman, losing herself to all the stimulation her body was receiving from my hands and mouth. “… … Master… I…” Before long, I could feel a wave of fluid gushing out of her pussy, covering my left fingers with her sticky substances. As Musashi lied breathless on the floor, panting from her first organsm, I slowly took off her drenched bikini bottom to reveal her wet, but beautiful vulva. “… Master… don’t… look… it’s… Hyahhh!!” Musashi tried to cover her nether regions with her hands, but I easily swept them aside. I lowered my head near her pussy and started licking her. Her wet pussy tasted like a sweet drug that I could not stop devouring. “AHhhh… don’t… Hyahh… lick… Arghhhh… it… is… dirty…” “No, it is not!!” I continued to lick her while my hands roamed and played with her beautiful cleavage. “You taste delicious, do you want to try it…” I stop my oral assault in her pussy and proceeded back to kissing her lips that were screaming for action. With all the pleasure she was

experiencing, Musashi gradually returned to a state of heat. “Musashi, how do you taste?” I stopped my kiss and caressed the face of the beautiful woman that was drunk on her own pleasure. “… I… taste… beautifully…” “Then shall we continue with the main course?” At this point, lust has completely taken over my mind and I wanted nothing more than to fuck the bewitching piece of art that was lying in front of me. I took off my clothes and my undergarments and revealed my cock to Musashi. “… Master… wait… what’s…” The Musashi that accompanied on the field would be brave and resolute, but right now, she was acting like a shy girl, blushing, and covering her eyes, trying to avoid the sight of my penis. I slowly lowered my rod near her enticing pussy and started rubbing it along her vaginal entrance. How I love to just ram it into her, but I want her to enjoy it. I want her to enjoy every moment, every inch, every movement I made. Erotic moans began to emit from Musashi’s mouth with every rub I made along her wet pussy. I could feel her body slowly relaxing and succumbing to her sexual desires. “… Arghhhh… Master… Hahhhh… please… stop… teasing… Hyahh… just… Ahhh… do… it…” “I can’t hear you through your erotic moans… do what? Can you repeat it loud and clear?” Ignoring Musashi’s pleas, I continued rubbing my penis along her entrance. At this point, all forms of reasoning had evaporated from my mind. I only seek to fulfil my own sexual desires. “… Master… Ahhhh… please… put… Hyahhh… it… in…” “Put what in?” “… Put… Ahhh… your… cock… Hyahhhh… into… my… Hahhhh… pussy… Ahhh… please… fuck… me…” Whether she uttered those words consciously or do so due to her subconscious desires, as soon as I heard the strong Musashi said out those words, I positioned my cock and started to insert it into her pussy. Even though her wet pussy was well-lubricated from all her fluids, I can feel that Musashi was taken back by the initial pain that came from my cock stretching her tunnel. I had deflowered the Flower of Tengen. Ignoring her squirms, I gave her a passionate kiss on her lips to distract her from the pain. Slowly, her body began to relax and gave in to the pleasure. With every movement I made, with every inch I inserted into her, loud erotic moans could be heard from her. I could not control myself any longer. I readied my cock and began to thrust it into Musashi. With each thrust I made, moans and shrieks could be heard coming from the horny girl’s mouth. Thanks goodness the walls of the room are soundproof, otherwise every soul in the building could hear her loud moans. “… Master… I…” Before I could react, Musashi wrapped her arms and legs around me and gave me a passionate kiss. All our moans were silenced by the passionate kiss we were having. Before long, I felt her tunnel tighten up on my cock. A wave of fluid could soon be felt enveloping my cock as Musashi succumbed to her orgasmic pleasure. As my cock became covered by her fluids, I also found myself at my limit. Hugging Musashi tightly, I could feel my penis hardening and releasing a wave of cum into her tunnel. Thanks goodness Servants do not carry the risk of STDs and can’t be impregnated. As our bodies relaxed from our intense ejaculation, I slowly broke away from our kiss and withdrawed my cock out of her pussy. Drips of fluid could be seen lingering on my cock and dripping out of her pussy. We lied on floor panting, our naked bodies on each other, covered with each other sweat and bodily fluids. “… Musashi… how was it?” “… … It was… nothing… I had… ever… experienced…” “… Don’t you think… I should… get a… reward… in return…” “… …” Musashi looked at me puzzledly, confused by what I have just said. Seeing her confused face, I slowly stood up and positioned my penis near her face. “… Since… I licked you… maybe… you can… clean… me… off…” “… Alright…” Musashi positioned herself and kneeled in front of me such that her face was millimetres away from my cock. She sticked out her tongue and start to lick my flaccid cock clean. As I gazed

at the beautiful Musashi licking my penis, I started to feel aroused and horny again. “…Uhm… Master…” Musashi was taken by back by my erected penis. “He became hard again because of you, Musashi…” “Because of me?” “Yes… because of your seductive body… maybe you should take responsibility for this…” Musashi brightened up as soon as I mentioned it was her body that made my cock hard. She continued licking my fully erected penis before putting the whole cock into her petite mouth. Musashi, renowned as the strongest swordswoman in Japan, is giving me a blowjob in my own room. Even though the feeling of my penis in her mouth feels different when it was in her vagina, it felt so good, so pleasurable. I instinctively placed my hands on her hair and started to bobbed her head back and forth. As I aggressively deep-throated the swordswoman, I felt my penis hardening from all her licking and sucking. “… Musashi… I am cumming…” Loads of cum erupted from my cock into her mouth. As I removed my cock from her mouth, semen could be seen dripping from my cock and her mouth. Before I could apologise to Musashi for ejaculating into her mouth without permission, she sat there like a seductive slut and began to swallow all my fluid. I always thought heart-shaped pupils were a work of fiction, but if I could describe the scene before me, I would say Musashi had been completely taken over by lust. Her eyes were full of sexual desires. “… Master… I am wet again… Is your cock hard again… please fuck Musashi again…” The woman who appeared in front of me was not the brave swordswoman that fought countless beasts. She was a lewd slut who just want to be fucked. Like any horny person, as soon as I heard those words, my penis immediately became erect again. I lifted Musashi from the ground and threw her body first onto my bed. The naked and erotic Musashi was on my bed, her voluptuous ass tempting me with her every sway. I could not resist it anymore. Once again, I positioned my cock at her entrance. Instead of slowly teasing her like before, I immediately thrust it in and pounded her from behind. Her well-lubricated pussy and my fluid-coated cock made each thrust smooth and effortless. With each thrust, erotic moans could be heard coming from her mouth, filling the room. “… Arghhhh… Hyahhh… Ahhhh…” “… You should… look at yourself… you are… such a… slut!!” “… Yes… Argh… Musashi… is a… slut… Hahhh…” “… Whose slut… are you?” “… Hahhh… Musashi… is… Ahhhh… Master’s personal… cum… dump… Hyahhh… slut…” Hearing those dirty words coming out from the once strong-willed Musashi made me even more aroused and horny. I quicken my thrusts into her, which in turn cause her to erupt into more moans and shrieks. I hugged Musashi’s erotic body and leaned in for a passionate kiss. As we embraced each other, I felt her vaginal walls tightening on my cock. I knew she was near her limit. As I expected, fluids began gushing out of her. As my cock become covered with her fluid again, I felt my penis hardening. I was near my limit as well. However instead of cumming into her pussy, I decided to try something new. Taking Musashi by surprise, I pulled out my cock from her wet pussy and turned her body around. I positioned my cock towards her body and immediately after, a barrage of semen shot out of my penis and sprayed across her seductive body, her beautiful breasts and her lewd face. After my third ejaculation, I fall on the fluid-covered Musashi, trying to catch my breath while reflecting on everything that has happened. I could not believe I just did all of that. As I rested on Musashi, distracted by my own thoughts, I was taken back by a sloppy kiss. The lewd girl has returned to a state of arousal and wanted more… “… Master…please… fuck.. me… again…” The once strong and resolute warrior had been defiled into a slutty girl addicted to sex. I am so glad Chaldea demanded all personnel to train on their personal fitness, otherwise I definitely would not be able to keep up with the sex-craved demon lying next to me. I willingly

gave myself to Musashi’s temptation and began to ravage her again. The room was soon filled with loud moans and shrieks of pleasure.

The next day “… …” I groggily opened my eyes. I could feel a splitting headache and my groin regions were aching badly. “… What… happened…” I looked around and tried to piece everything together. A sleeping beauty Musashi was lying naked beside me. My bed was in a complete mess. The floor was littered with beer cans, and there was a pile of what appeared to be some of my clothing and Musashi’s bikini at the side. There was also a bowl of udon on my desk. “… Oh…” I start to recall what had happened the previous day. What I had saw. Why Musashi was here. I also remembered how we fucked each other. How we tried different sex positions, How we explored each other body. Even though I did not taste your handmade udon, I tasted something even better. Thank you Musashi!!!

Epilogue

At the beach “Master!!! You looked much better today!!” I was chilling at a seaside bar enjoying the warm sun and the sea breeze when I was interrupted by some Servants that came to check up on me. “Thank you for your concern. I was having a bad day, but Musashi cheered me up!!” “Speaking of Musashi, where did that girl go? She promised us we will join us for the watermelon-breaking competition today. Did she get distracted by udon again…” “You know that girl, always having a craving for udon… Or maybe, she found something better than udon…” “Not a chance… it is going to take a miracle for that girl to something other than udon on her mind.” The Servants laughed at what they assumed was my joke. I smiled and wished them luck on their search for Musashi and for their competition. As they walked away, I petted the lewd girl that was sitting below me hidden away from their eyes. My personal “cum dump slut” Musashi was busy licking my cock like her new favourite food. “… So Musashi… did you find anything better than udon?” “Yes!!! Master’s cock is better than udon!!” I smiled and petted her hair with approval. A day ago, she was Musashi, brave swordswoman. Now she had became Musashi, sex slut. Maybe the only way to forget about what I had experienced was through sex. Maybe the only way to convince Jeanne of the errors of her ways was to fuck her, to let her experience what Musashi had gone through… End.

Author’s Notes:

You can put someone into horny jail, but you cannot take the horny out of him/her. So, yep, second fanfiction I have written. Don’t judge me ok, I am just writing my horny away. How do NSFW artists even get the inspiration and energy to pump out those works? Before someone come out and point out how unrealistic this is (and ask me to go outside), firstly, this is a work of fiction. It is not meant to be realistic. And secondly, I know I am projecting some of my kinks and fetishes onto this piece of writing. But aren't all doujin artists and writers just projecting their own kinks? For those who had read my first work, firstly thank you for supporting this horny degenerate, secondly, I know it was messed up. Fortunately, I doubt I will ever venture into that weird territory ever again. All subsequent works should be as straightforward as this. (Well, this isn’t that vanilla but you get the point). And lastly, like my previous work, I was inspired to write this based on a art/meme. This time it is a NSFW Musashi art that I saw on Reddit. So blame the original artist, karakari, and the translator, posted by u/hades334, for this thing (both will be down in the references) As usual, please give some feedback and of course, you are always welcome to create fan art based on this (I know some of you horny artists are reading this). And if there is a talented or experienced doujin artists reading this, you are always welcomed to make a doujin based on this. I would love to see the type of degenerate content people might create.

References:

applekun [@applekun]. (2021, July 11). 水着武蔵ちゃん. [Art]. Pixiv.

FGOcomics [hades334]. (2021, April 20). Musashi's New Favourite [karakaritouge] [Online forum post]. Reddit. https://www.reddit.com/r/FGOcomics/comments/mud096/musashis_new_favourite_karakaritouge/

Karakari [@からかり]. (2020, September 17). もちもちむさしちゃん. [Art]. Pixiv.

Miyamoto Musashi (Female). (2021, July 10). In TYPE-MOON Wiki. https://typemoon.fandom.com/wiki/Miyamoto_Musashi_(Female)?oldid=206464

Unfairr [@unfairr]. (2021, July 13). catalyst. [Art]. Pixiv.

[operation-619]

Siren’s lullaby

Geralt of Rivia x WOC/reader

Summary: (Y/N) seeks the Witcher to help her capture the woman that shed the blood of her family. She may have the voice of an angel but her intentions are far from heavenly.

Warnings: Blood, violence, murder, torture, language, nudity, discrimination, abuse/assault  your media consumption is your own responsibility, you have been warned 18+

WC- 1.6K

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The ocean flourished under the caress of the afternoon sun; waves lulled softly against the side of the ship as they foamed back into itself, the voices of the men drowned out the song of the birds as they ran about fixing sails and tying ropes. A man sat on the railing of the figure-head and watched carefully as the water rippled around them. His tanned skin glistened with sweat under the sun as he sharpened his knife, his eyes and mind were elsewhere.

A whisper of lust and flesh floated in the air, dancing around his head as he looked of into the distance, his hands worked independently – sharpening the knife on the flat stone he found in the hull of the ship, the motion came naturally to his body after years of repeating the same motion. The whispers grew quietly into a song of men floating to the treasure at the bottom of the sea, where gift beyond men were to be found. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought a ghoul was sat beside him, lips pressed against his ear and lulling him with unforeseen riches.

His eyes casted downwards, watching as the blues and greens mixed together creating an illusion of a fantasy that was always told in fairy tales. A lost city and civilisation of merepeople. He remembers the stories he use to hear from the elders, the upper-body that of a human, and the lower half was that of a fish with tails almost twice the size of their body, decorated in intricate scales and colours, with a fin at the end that helped them propel through the waters. Their hair a celadon-green and nipples of light-green. He remembered how many elders and others of his race were enamoured with their looks calling them nymphs of the sea, singing about their looks and the great power they hold.

But he was a child then, naïve, and simple-minded. Now he’s a man and the branding on his left forearm reminds those he crosses paths with that he is a dangerous man.

“You never think you are going to fall in sir?” his accent catches itself on the syllables, making it seem more pronounced and thicker. The man in question looked over his shoulder, throwing a hearty laugh to his crewman he put his knife back in it pocket and swung his body around before jumping back onto the deck.

“You insult me Mayarnde, all these year on this beauty and you still think I can’t balance myself right.” With a slap on the back, he moved towards the centre of the ship giving orders, joking with his men. The hour of peace brought clarity to his mind, something he needed from the past two moons. He thanked the stars for the peaceful journey, but deep down he really knew the reason, he would be foolish to deny it.

He made his way to back of the ship where the door to his quarters stood red wood splintering with age and the constant battle from the sea. It looked like it could do with a new glaze. The money he was getting paid after this trip would be enough to completely redo the entire ship and there would still be some left over.

“Maybe a visit to a brothel, the men could use the release.” He scratched his head as the thought occurred to him, he hadn’t laid with a woman for two moons. None of his men had, usually when they make a quick stop to grab some previsions, they have time to visit a whore or two. But their current guest was adamant on getting to their destination as quickly as possible. And god was he suffering.

He shut his door behind him and looked over his quarters, the desk was covered in parchments and writing utensils, the table in the middle of the room was completely covered by the map – markings plotting their course and other annotations that made little sense to him, his windows were open letting the warm breeze dance around. The parchments on the dark wooden walls fluttered as the wind gently swayed by, the sound of scribbling told him that someone had awaken.

Taking off his coat and throwing it onto the back of a chair, he wandered over to the map and observed the new markings, a thick circle marked out the city Cintra telling the man that was their final destination. It caused his eyebrows to raise, all this time and not once had he seen any city marked like this one.

“So, he is here then, the one you are looking for?” his violet eyes looked up to the woman hunched over the desk, reading new parchments that had only just arrived by raven. Her (H/C) hair was set free, coiling around her face and down to her navel, her deep-toned skin shone with a light sweat as she sat in the embrace of the sun. He watched her for a second noting the strange celadon-green highlights that would catch the sun every once in a while.

“Mhmm, Minoa told me that she heard talks of him in the area. Last, I know is that no one had seen him for weeks.” She shrugged her shoulders, not once looking up at the man in front of her. “But if Minoa said he was in the area that he is. It kind of her thing.” Her voice always brought a strange sensation over the man. He couldn’t exactly place it but, it felt relaxing almost peaceful.

“When do you want to dock because I saw land. So, we can reach there by the end of tomorrows light.” He rested his hip against the table, his sole focus on the woman. He only now notice that she was wearing his tunic with her trousers. It suited her, it suited her really well.

He really needed to visit a brothel soon.

“We can dock tomorrow, let the men rest, fuck a few whores and drink to get their shit back together. But I won’t leave the ship for a few days.” The language that came from her mouth never ceased to amaze him. When he first met her, he was taken aback by the way she dressed – tunic and trousers but the way she wore them made it seem perfectly fit for her. Her gaze was captivating and pierced his soul as she spoke to him. It trapped him in a trance. She had the air of a regal and noble lady, but the mouth of a sailor. It helped his men feel at ease.

The past two moons had been hard, the constant stopping and starting that only she knew the reason behind. But she helped his men through it, she had plenty of coin to keep their bellies happy throughout their trek across the great sea – meat and drinks that only the finest in life would eat. She was stronger than everyone thought too, she didn’t slink away into the quarter and stay there for the past two moons, she slaved away like the rest of the men. And her fighting skills were beyond anything he’d ever seen.

And he has seen some shit.

She finally looked up from the parchment and held his gaze, her plump lips spread into a soft smirk as she watched the man in front of her dumbly nod his head.

“Sorry Captain Saria, I forget you are not used to a woman using such language. I keep forgetting that, and I will most certainly need to fix my tongue once we land in Cintra.” She puffed out a laugh and bit her bottom lip. It had been some time since she’d been around people. Her life was normally quite and simple, in her term anyway.

She pressed the heel of her palms into her eyes, letting them rest for a moment. She didn’t even remember blinking in the last few hours.

“(Y/N), what exactly are you looking for?” his violet eyes bore into her figure, he waited with bated breath for her to answer. And when her eyes met his, it took everything in him to not falter. It always amazed him how magnificent her eyes were, they could be the most tantalising feature throughout her entire being. One eye a breath-taking colour of (E/C) and the other celadon-green. It did give him some comfort, knowing that there was another out there from an ancient race. Throughout most of his adventures around this world he hardly saw anyone who looked like him, his elven bredrin had become scarce on this harsh world.

He was lucky with the life he has now.

“This man, he.” She put the writing pointe down and stood up from the chair she had been in for the past hour. She came in font of the desk and swiftly pulled herself to sit on top of it. She watched as Captain Saria looked her over, his violet eyes gazed at the shoulders that became exposed when the tunic slipped down.

“We have a lot in common, we are two beings that aren’t accepted in this world, Saria, he is going to help me find the woman that killed my family, my blood.” She brought her left arm forward and used her right hand to slowly roll up the sleeve of the tunic. An angry, jagged scar set itself along the expanse of her forearm. she delicately traced it with her fingers, a light mummer of pain made itself known. She had ran from her past, detached herself from everything she knew and it had worked. She became something she never dreamed of, she doesn’t even recognise her own reflection. (Y/N) looked back up at Saria, his eyes were dull, the sympathy felt mocking to her.

“I am the only one left out of my colony, I had to flee my home and become something I hate because my own home is unsafe. She took everything from me, and I intend to make her suffer.” (Y/N) let her arm flop back down. Her eyes clouded with the memories of her past, the laughter and pain, the children, Her blood.

Her people.

“And the Witcher is going to help me find her.”

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Kerensa

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Parting Is such sweet sorrow

There was just over a week before Keanu was due to head home. He was browsing in the Round House Gallery on the Harbour front for gifts to take home - he’d already bought an oil painting of Tresco from there for himself, arranging for it to be shipped home.

At the counter, a flyer advertising a production of “Romeo and Juliet” being staged at the Minack theatre caught his eye – The Minack is a famed open air theatre carved into the dramatic clifftop above Porth Curno. He took a flyer back to the cottage and showed it to Kerry suggesting they get tickets.

The night arrived and, at her suggestion based on previous experience, they took a couple of cushions to sit on and a rug for their knees to guard against the cold as night fell. The weather is mild in Cornwall but it was still only late May and temperatures would drop as it’s still cool at night.

Before the start, they bought some hot Cornish pasties and a bottle of red to share. The wine came with little re-usable cups with a cute image of the theatre printed on them that they could take home afterward as a keepsake. With pasties eaten, it was time for the rug which Kerry tucked around them both and they settled down, knees pressed together, to enjoy the show. During the show, Kerry could see Keanu silently mouthing some of the lines, especially Mercutio’s - he explained during the interval that it had been one of his earliest roles, aged at 21 for the Leah Posluns Theatre in Ontario.

The show ended to rapturous applause under the spotlights and with the moonlight sparkling on the sea below it was really a breath-taking spectacle.

They lingered a little in their seats while the crowd made its way up the steps to the exit. When it had cleared a little Keanu suggested they take in the beach before heading back to Sennen. They had a little time before their taxi came which they’d booked knowing they’d be having a drink and that the Cornish roads at night did not favour a driver with even just one drink inside them!

They stood on the sand, gazing up at the cliffs and stars - Kerry was tilting her head back so much she nearly lost her balance! You could see the main constellations really clearly and it was fun to name them. Keanu was enthralled by her wonderment - she looked so beautiful gazing up at the midnight blue sky and the clifftop theatre, her face lit up by the moon. She shivered a little with the cold breeze off the sea and he took the rug from her hands and threw it around her. As he tucked it around her, they smiled at each other. Her eyes had a twinkle, one he recognised from their time in Tresco when they’d got a bit giggly drinking in the New Inn and he remembered the same look when he’d said goodnight to her after they’d got drunk in the pub at Sennen with her sister. Her guard was down and the affection she felt was clear in her eyes. He stepped closer to her, still holding the edges of the rug in each hand. A voice in his head said this was rash but he couldn’t help it. Scrunching the rug up and using it to pull her to him, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. His arms slipped around her and the kiss deepened but just as their tongues touched and he felt virtual fireworks going off in his head, she pulled away, pushing on his chest and breaking their kiss.

Swallowing thickly and clearly holding back tears, she blurted out:

“No stop, we can’t, I can’t, I’m sorry, I just can’t - you’re going home soon and this, this will make it hurt even more”

She looked down at her feet, shoulders slumped, then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, I know shouldn’t have done that, it’s just, God, you’re so beautiful tonight and I feel so much for you and it all just came spilling out, you know, in the moment.”

She took his hand in hers, softly rubbing his knuckles with her thumb.

“Thank you” She sighed heavily “I feel so much for you too - just protecting my poor old heart I guess.”

He nodded, his expression as sad and wistful as hers. They were quiet on the climb back up to the car park from the beach. It was steep and a bit treacherous in the dark so she relented on one aspect of physical closeness and let him hold her hand up the path, dropping it when they got to the car park where the taxi was just pulling in. On the way back to Sennen she took the front seat and he the back. Keanu cursed himself for his impetuousness whilst also pondering that it had surely been a long time since a kiss had made him feel something so intensely. Once back in Sennen they said their goodnights with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Keanu slept terribly, tossing and turning all night, dreaming of Kerry, of kissing her, of Kerry naked rising and falling above him, taking him inside her, her hair cascading over her shoulders. He woke with a start, grateful he hadn’t had a wet dream, then relieved his pent-up lust in his morning shower, pressing his head against the glass after he’d cum, finally letting tears of regret fall.

For the next two days, he didn’t see Kerry at all. Usually, they saw each other every day somehow or other but she was obviously avoiding him – he guessed she was taking Scout for super early walks knowing he wasn’t a naturally early riser.

On the third day and his last in Cornwall, he set an alarm for 6 AM and listened out for her leaving the house, then scrambled to get dressed and head out himself. He looked down the beach and could see she’d gone that way today so he’d be able to catch her up or meet her on the return leg of the walk. He had to apologise for the kiss.

In the end, he caught up on the outward leg as she’d stopped by the shore to let Scout run in and out of the waves and was just staring out to sea.

“Hey there!” he called.

“Hey” she said, her voice expressing her surprise.

“You’ve been avoiding me” he stated “So I set an alarm to make sure I could speak with you. Listen Kerry, about the other night. I’m so sorry, I know it was stupid and I’m sorry, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you – I was just so caught up in the moment, the beauty of it all. The play, the moonlight, the sea and the stars.”

“I know, and I know you’d never hurt me. You’re too kind for that” she smiled but it was with sad eyes.

“And I should be saying sorry too, for sneaking around avoiding you. I’ve been a coward. And I promised myself I would stop that behaviour, you know, after the divorce. I said I’d be true to myself and honest with people and I need to stick to it.”

Up to this point Kerry had been mainly looking down, almost talking to herself but now she drew in a shaky breath and looked him in the eye.

“I could fall, no let’s face it, I am falling in love with you and I know there’s no future for us and a fling or a one nighter would be wonderful in the moment but would just be too painful in the end so that’s why I’ve avoided you! And I’m sorry for that, there I’ve said it now”

She blew out another long breath and let her shoulders droop, relieved to have said her piece.

Keanu was taken aback. Half thrilled and half devastated. Why did this have to happen now and here, over 7000 miles from his home?

“I’m falling in love with you too” he said quietly, sadly “but you’re right my life’s back there in LA. I have to go, I have commitments ……….. meetings, another location shoot. I’m sorry.”

She moved closer, took his hand and kissed it.

“Just one of those things, huh?”

He nodded and pulled her into a bear hug, she pressed her face against his heart which he knew was beating a little faster than usual.

“Come on let’s go walk it off, up on the cliffs, let the fresh air clear our heads.” he suggested.

They headed off up the beach and onto the coast path towards Lands End. They walked mostly in silence, each thinking about what was around the corner for them, each heartsore that the other wasn’t part of their futures.

“You know, I’d like to stay in touch” Kerry offered as they paused for a while on the path when Scout went scurrying off after spotting a rabbit.

“I’d like that too” he paused “but maybe not too much, too soon, you know. I guess we both need some space to let this be a friendship we cherish and not something that makes us sad.

“deal” she said sticking her hand out to shake on it.

“deal” he smiled back but like hers, his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

The next day, Keanu left for home. She came into the cottage to tell him the taxi was out front.

They shared a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“We’ll keep in touch yeah?” he said.

“Yeah but remember not too much, no mooning!”

He laughed

“I’ll have you know I’m a veteran mooner” and he turned away from her pretending he was going to do the other kind of mooning, making her laugh. At least that broke the tension and he picked up his canvas hold all and his carry-on bag and with that, he was gone.

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[etherrealoblivion]

Fireworks

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 2,760

RATING: MATURE

Category: fluff and smut

Request from @eforrester : “Hi! Could you possibly write some awkward Spence (like season 1/2ish) and reader? It’s so cute, love your writing”

A/N: Thank you so much for 300 followers! I can’t believe how fast I’m gaining! I sometimes get a bit behind on writing so I’m sorry. Here’s a treat!

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“Just gimme your cheapest scotch in your nearest glass,” you muttered to the bartender, taking out the bobby pins that littered your hairdo, your curls bouncing down onto your shoulders.

The little black dress you were wearing was far too formal for the run-down bar you’d managed to find. It was the only place still open after midnight on the Fourth of July. Everyone was either at the Mall or the white house, watching the fireworks. The only reason you weren’t out celebrating was you had no one to celebrate with. At least, not anymore.

Fifteen minutes ago, the guy you’d been seeing for a couple of weeks ended things between you. Over text. Right before you were supposed to meet. On Independence Day.

No love lost there.

The problem was, you’d wanted to go and watch the fireworks, but now it seemed there was no point. So, here you were, drowning your sorrows in alcohol, wishing this would have happened on any other day.

“Hello,” a lanky man wearing a sweater that was far too thick for the heat plopped down two stools away from you, addressing the bartender, “I’d like a glass of water, please.”

You couldn’t stop the snort that left your mouth, drawing the man’s attention to you. His cheeks tinted pink and he lowered himself in his chair, adjusting his glasses. You frowned, you hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. Especially because, judging by his, well, everything, he was the only one as lonely as you right now.

“Sorry,” you muttered, thinking he probably wouldn’t hear.

He did.

“It’s okay. What’s-um-what’s got you here? I mean not that you have to…. I understand if you don’t want to—“

“No, it’s cool,” you moved to the stool next to him, bringing your drink. “I got broken up with. Twenty minutes ago.” he sucked air through his teeth and you laughed lightly. “What about you?”

“Oh! I’m not exactly…. I-I’m not the fireworks type of person exactly. The-the noise is…. Yeah.”

His hands twitched slightly as he spoke, as if he wanted to move them more but was trying to hold back. You took a moment to look over him a little closer. His eyes were hidden behind thick glasses which he kept pushing up on his prominent nose. Very little of his skin was visible but you could see the veins in his hands move as they did. You found your gaze lingering on his lips, surprised by how plump and pink they were. His cheeks had turned pink and when you met his eyes, you saw he had been watching you watch him.

“Sorry.”

You laughed, “What are you sorry for? I’m the one ogling you in a bar.”

But that just made him turn pinker, mouth dropping open and hands fumbling, knocking his glass of water smack dab onto your lap.

“Oh, shoot, I’m so sorry,” he grabbed some napkins from a dispenser, knocking it over in the process.

“Hey!” the bartender quickly wiped up the spill on the table and directing his frustration toward the man next to you. “You gotta get outta here, man.”

“Of course, I’m so—“

“Hang on!” you jumped up, grabbing your purse and, to your own surprise, the stranger’s hand. “He spilled his drink on my lap. You can’t kick him out for that. However, we’re done here anyway. We’re leaving. Come on,” and you pulled him out of the bar into the dark empty street.

There you stood in front of him, breathless from the way he looked at you.

It was strange how drawn to him you found yourself. His hand was warm where you held it, the heat seeping into your skin.

His eyes widened as he realized neither of you had spoken for a moment. His hand slid from your grasp, coming up and rubbing against the back of his neck, averting his eyes.

“Sorry.”

You chuckled.

“You apologize a lot.”

His cheeks turned pinker than you thought possible.

“Sorry. I mean--!”

But you just laughed harder at his flustering.

“Hey, it’s okay.” The sides of your mouth turned up into a pleasant smile, the man’s following soon after, his grin filling you with warmth. 

In the soft light of the streetlamps and the near full moon, his features were more distinct. You could see the deep brown color of his eyes and the sharp jut of his jawline. He was rather handsome.

The alcohol must have emboldened you because before you knew what you were doing, you stood on your toes, very gently bringing your mouth to his.

A small gasp left his lips the moment before you pressed yours against his. His mouth was warm and cold at the same time somehow, no doubt from the glass of water he’d been nursing earlier. 

Wanting to deepen the kiss, you swung your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. To your surprise, his hands delicately landed on your waist, pulling you closer ever so slightly. Then, in a flash, he was gone.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t…. I’m not…. I should go,” he said, rubbing his hands together and pursing his lips like he was trying to get back the feeling of the kiss.

“Wait, what?” you asked, reaching out and holding his arm to stop him from bolting. “Why?”

He didn’t seem to have an answer to that. So, slowly, slower than you thought possible, you reached your hand out to his, grasping it and bringing it to your face. Your eyes closed at the contact and you sighed at the feeling of his large hands against your cheek.

Instantly, his lips were on yours again, tongue gently swiping between them, begging for access. He hesitated, about to pull back and probably apologize for the millionth time. You weren’t having that. You placed a hand on the back of his head, pulling him flush against you, surprised by something hard poking into your hip.

Pulling back, you smiled at him devilishly, wiggling your eyebrows and gently grinding your hips against his.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

He flustered, looking away for a brief moment before meeting your eyes again.

“Both?”

Your smile dropped. Glancing down at his belt, you were extremely shocked to indeed see the outline of a gun under his sweater, right where the something hard had poked you.

A thousand thoughts rushed through your head all at once. This wasn’t the kind of guy to carry a gun around. Unless the whole nervousness thing was an act? But you were the one who pulled him out of the bar. There was really only one explanation.

“Are you a cop?”

He reached into his pocket, withdrew his wallet, and showed you a shiny badge with the letters FBI printed on it in blue lettering.

“You’re an agent?”

“T-technically I’m a doctor. But yes. I’m a special services agent. Um.” He held out his hand, putting some space between you. “I’m Spencer.”

Flabbergasted, you took his hand, shaking it lightly. It hadn’t even occurred to you that you didn’t know his name.

“Y/N. So…. So you’re in the FBI?”

His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at your tone.

“Yes.”

There was a crack in the distance followed by a huge smattering of sparks lighting up the sky. Spencer jumped at the noise.

“I-I, uh, I really should be getting home. It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

He turned around and started to amble down the empty street, hands buried in his pockets, hanging his head.

“You said both?” you called out to him, making him freeze in his tracks and slowly spin around.

“Pardon me?”

Closing the distance between the two of you, you reached out to his hip, fingers dancing down over where the gun was and lower.

“I asked if there was a gun in your pocket or if you were just happy to see me.” Feeling a surge of boldness at his lustful expression, your hand gently ghosted over the bulge that was now rapidly growing between his legs. “You said ‘both’.”

Spencer swallowed hard, eyes blown wide from the way you were touching him.

“Now, Spencer. As luck would have it, we’re standing right in front of my car.” You were. You had a rule about always parking right in front of bars so that no one could intercept you. “You can either tell me you aren’t interested, and I’ll back off, maybe we can go get coffee sometime or something…. Or,” you leaned in, bringing your mouth to his ear and whispering lowly, “just say the word and I’ll pull you into this car and make you a lot more pleased to see me.”

You pulled back to wait for his reaction. He stood there, hands hanging at his sides, mouth agape and blubbing like a fish.

Getting impatient, you prompted him, “Well?”

He gulped again, clearing his throat harshly.

“The-thesecond…. Ahem. The second one sounds good.”

And that was all you needed. Your hands flew to his face, dragging him down into another kiss, pulling open the car door simultaneously. You pushed him into the backseat, jumping into his lap, and placing his hands on your hips, urging him to move them.

He did. Immediately. 

A groan left both of your mouths as his bulge made contact with your panties. You couldn’t stand not feeling his skin for a moment longer. In one swift pull, you lifted his sweater over his head as he did the same with your dress.

His chest was as you’d expected. Scrawny and delicate-looking. It might have been off-putting if not for the fact that you had a thing for wiry, nerdy guys. His prominent clavicle and lean body only added to your desire.

A faint blush had appeared on his torso and you looked at him. He looked … embarrassed. Well, that wasn’t right. You needed to rectify that, and quickly.

Planting a soft kiss to his neck, you slowly made your way down so you were kneeling in the small space in front of him. Ever so slowly, holding eye-contact the entire time, you undid his belt and pants, pulling his boxers down along with them.

Oh my.

Well, this was a nice surprise.

“Fuck, Spencer.”

And you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue on his tip and bobbing your head, delighting in the moans that escaped him.

His hand flew to the back of your head, not quite pressing but keeping the rhythm you’d created. 

“Oh, god. Y/N…. Stop, stop. Stop!”

He yanked you off of him and you jumped back into his lap, bringing your mouth to his. He moaned into your mouth hands finally exploring your chest, snapping off your bra, and kneading your breasts.

It was suddenly very clear that you couldn’t take another second of him not being inside of you.

In one swift motion, you yanked your panties to the side, raised yourself up, and slowly sank down on his throbbing cock, both of you gasping at the sensation.

The look on his face when you started to bounce was delectable. His eyes were blown wide as if afraid to close, mouth open into an ‘O’ shape, and eyebrows furrowed so harshly you though his face might cramp up.

He was much more … vocal than you’d anticipated. Little gasps and mewls coming quickly with each thrust. After a while of you taking the lead, you led his hands to your hips and brought your mouth to his ear.

“Fuck me, Spencer,” you whispered, biting his lobe as you pulled away.

And, as instructed, he did.

His strong hands dug into the meat of your hips, lifting you up with ease and pulling you back down hard, bringing his own hips up to meet yours roughly.

A very loud moan left your mouth and if anyone had been walking by, you were sure they would have heard.

Somehow, he was lifting you up and fucking you with only one hand now, as the other explored your breasts.

The way he played and tugged on your nipples was amazing, far too amazing for someone with little experience. But you needed more to get your release. 

“Here,” you gently moved his hand to your clit, practically screaming as he began to circle the bundle of nerves.

“Yes! More, please!” you begged, bouncing harder onto him, trying your best to ignore the strain in your legs.

His soft pants and gasps were turning into rough grunts and deep moans. He seemed to have aged years in the span of minutes. Even his expression looked more distinguished. More in control. When he spoke, it was deeper than you’d heard all night.

“Fuck, Y/N…. I’m gonna….”

“Me too, Spencer.”

You slowed down your movements ever so slightly, tilting his chin so you could stare into his eyes. His pupils were blown so wide his irises looked black. The desire so apparent on his face.

A small smile graced your lips and he mirrored it. A closeness passing between you that was far deeper than some random hook-up.

And then you increased your pace, maintaining the glorious eye-contact, delighting in the way he looked at you and scraped his nails over your ass.

You were so close, Spencer no doubt almost there as well, and following a sudden gut feeling, you tilted back ever so slightly, changing the angle at just the right place, feeling him hit the perfect spot inside you. Pleasure coursed through your body and your eyes went wide. You felt the coil that had building inside of you suddenly snap, waves of pleasure coursing through you as you came on Spencer’s cock, moaning his name in his ear.

He thrusted harder, falling over the edge moments after you, returning the favor of moaning your name as he spilled inside of you.

Panting and exhausted, you leaned forward and rested your head on his shoulder. His dick was twitching inside of you, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Noise from the outside world slowly returned the sound of celebration and sparklers and fireworks in the distance.

You pulled back to see his expression, his eyes closed and mouth open, trying to catch his breath. His hands were still holding your hips very tightly despite his exhaustion.

“Hey, Spencer?”

His eyes opened slowly, a mix of emotions behind them. Fear and worry were the most prominent.

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

You smiled as warmly as you could, booping his nose.

“Happy Fourth of July.”

He smiled back, worries relaxing slightly. Then, it came rushing back as he looked down at where you were still enjoined.

“Oh my god, we didn’t….”

You rose off of him, groaning slightly at the sensation of the mixture of your fluids dripping down.

“Fuck,” you muttered, “I didn’t even realize. I was just so…. And you’re just so….”

He chuckled.

“It’s not often that I’m not the one stuttering.”

You smiled, burying your face in his neck and mumbling.

“Okay, I’m on the pill and I haven’t had sex since the last time I got tested. Um. What about you?”

It was awkward but it needed to be asked. You felt stupid for not remembering a condom but for some reason, you trusted him.

“There is absolutely no way I have an STD,” he said all too surely. You were about to ask him to elaborate when a burst of light lit up the car.

Both of you looked to the window and watched as a huge yellow burst of sparks lit up the night sky. A red one followed suit, erupting much bigger and much brighter.

You looked at Spencer. 

“You’re not flinching anymore.”

He looked at you and you could see the reflection of the lights in his eyes.

“Nah. No reason to.”

At your confused expression, he elaborated.

“I’ve seen so many fireworks tonight, I’ll never flinch again.”

Your heart leapt and your face lit up brighter than the sky, bringing him into another kiss. It quickly became much more heated and you climbed back into his lap. You pulled back, a devilish expression on your face.

“Wanna see some more?”

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I wrote this very quickly sorry for any spelling errrors. <3

[jenonctcity]

Tease

[3:19am]

Na Jaemin – Smut

Non-idol!Au

Word Count: 800

Warnings: Fingering, Dirty talk.

 Late night adventures with Jaemin became one of your favourite things to do within your relationship with him. Although most of the time they turned into really early morning adventures. He would stop by your house and pick you up in his car, often taking you for food before taking you to secluded places. Today after he’d filled you both with pizzas, he’d driven to an old car park that was a complete ghost town. The two of you had both moved to the backseat of his car, his arm slung over your shoulders as you’d cuddled for hours, talking about everything the both of you could think of. You wore one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of black leggings, feeling comfortable and warm cuddled up close to him. He also had on a hoodie which made it even better for you to snuggled up against him. The car had become silent after you’d made a comment about how hot he looked with his hair bleached blond and grown out. A smirk etched across his face as he stared down at you, his eyes trailing over your face before landing on your lips.

“You think I’m hot?” He asked, his voice low and quiet.

“Obviously.” You rolled your eyes and huffed a laugh, turning your face away from him. His hand reached up and gripped your jaw tightly, forcefully turning your head back to face his own. He didn’t say anything as he leaned down and moulded his lips to yours. The kiss started off slow, the love he felt towards you seeping through the gap between his lips and infiltrating your own. But it soon turned needy, slowly getting more lust filled as his tongue slipped into your mouth, fighting for dominance with your own. You let him win, snaking your hands up his neck and lacing your fingers in his hair. He bit your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling on it before smirking and letting it go.

“Is this hot?” He whispered against your lips, pecking them once more with his own then moving down to attach them to your neck. He sucked on one spot, it becoming tender as the blood rushed to the surface, creating a large, dark purple bruise. All you could respond with was a long sigh, your eyes involuntarily closing in your euphoric state. “I can make it hotter baby.” He placed a large hand on your thigh, slowly starting to trail it up the inside of your leg. You felt butterflies do backflips in your stomach, your body already reacting to his advances as you feel your panties getting wet. The car windows had a layer of water vapor over them from the warmth of your steamy exchange heating up the cold glass. Jaemin slipped his hand down the front of your leggings and panties, sliding a finger up and down your slit repeatedly, spreading your wetness up to your clit. A gasp left your lips, Jaemin quickly catching your lips between his own again, not hesitating to suck your tongue between his lips. He pushed two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out of your velvet walls.

“Oh my…” He pulled his face away from yours, smirking at you and watching your facial expressions as he sped up his fingers.

“Like that baby?” His whispers sent a shiver down your spin, your eyes making contact with his, the light of the moon making them sparkle in the darkness of the car. You didn’t respond, grinding your hips up against his hand and forcing the pal of his hand to rub against your swollen clit. Your face screwed up and head lolled back against the headrest of the seat. Your orgasm knotting up in your stomach, getting ready to snap at any moment. “Gonna cum on my fingers babe?” Jaemin licked a stripe up your neck, moving back to your lips and mashing them against your own as your orgasm pulsated through you. Your moan getting lost in Jaemin’s mouth, his fingers slowing down then slipping out of you. He rubbed up and down your slit, his fingers coated in your cum. You had no words, giggling against his lips as he pulled away from you and sucked his fingers into his mouth. “Mmm.” He smirked again, dropping his eye into a wink.

“My turn.” You winked back at him, moving your hands to his jean zipper. He grabbed your wrists with both of his hands, shaking his head to stop you.

“Not tonight baby, I have to get you home.” He chuckled, nuzzling his nose softly against yours. You bottom lip dropped into a pout that he was quick to imitate. “Tomorrow I promise. I’m gonna fuck you so good.” His voice dripped honey and lust. And he always kept his promises.

[punkandsnacks]

Between Wolves & Doves, Chapter Eleven; Reveal.

Author: @punk-in-docs​ & @adamsnackdriver​

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Trigger Warnings: !!! major blood gore/violence/death !!! in this chapter-

Synopsis: Vampire!Kylo x OC love story. Inspired by BBC’s Dracula. Also inspired by Austen’s Pride & Prejudice.

He’s been stalking this earth long since civilizations can possibly fathom. Before records even began. He sneers at the fact that this pitiful young world has only just begun to see his reign of it.

He’s dined with moguls, emperors, princes. He’s consorted with bloodthirsty ruthless Queens in their courts, and whispered into the ears of powerful King’s, whose names still echo through millennia.

In his myriad of centuries gifted to his immortal self he’s been many many things. He’s been a lowly pauper. A crusading knight. An assassin. A sell sword. A soldier. A wanderer. A simpering suitor and a voracious unyielding lover. Aimlessly lost in time- besieging this earth. Ripping it apart and drinking what’s left.

He was made in the hinterland between snow and dirt and pine trees. Crusted with ash and blood and gouged from battle. Born anew. Sired from the hell-mouth of war. He was made in 789 AD.

He’ll come undone, one bitter winter night, in England, in 1816.

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 Another week in the life of a soon-to-be-wedded young woman perched delicately upon the dizzying precipices of matrimonial bliss; for she had to suffer yet another outing with her intended huffy Sergeant.

 They were bid to the local theatre three towns over, this eve, to take a the comedic operatic of a show. A paltry pastime perhaps, Hux was not keen, where Iris entered the evening determined to have some share of joy in it.

 She’d often found a healthier outlook far more substantially bearable, than that of a venomous one. A better application of her energy as far as she’s concerned; her determination to enjoy such things outweighs the scope of misery she could place upon her evening.

 She’d be sat down upon a comfy seat. In the dark. Not conversing. That sounds like some sheer brazen luck to her; she won’t have to interact with Hux or his overbearing unctuous mother. But then her mind callously interjects that she’d have to spend the rest of her life married to the man. So one night’s reprieve was almost sadly tragic. A happenstance to be mourned.

 Pitied. If she had anyone who could so pity her in that manner.

 They could certainly pity her now. Sat in a dark coach. Travelling and clunking along to the theatre house.

 Hux sit’s opposite inspecting the quality of the shine of his boots. Besmirching his  valet’s hand no doubt.

 She sits opposite. All wrapped up in her velvet cloak and another silk dress he didn’t compliment her on looking so becoming in.

 A better man might’ve atleast called her pretty. Might’ve atleast made her feel just the tiniest bit flattered that he has her on his arm. No such luck with the loveless Armitage Hux.

 Moody silence sits with them. Almost as if a completely intrusive third passenger. Heralding the frosty silence that’s colder than the light of the icy moon outside tonight. Catching on all the snow. Shining over brown-frosted hills and dead winter trees.

 They come to the gaiety of the theatre. Even as the coach pulls up, Iris can see numerous men and women flocking there. Driven in by the chill and the desire for the show. The name of which is emblazoned above the door. And in peeling posters all along the torch lit front of the stony theatre building.

 A creamy edifice of domineering cotswold stone. The sleeting snow, like mush and rain and ice, patters and melts into the roof and seeps soggy into the dirty pavements. Spitting gloopy down from the heavens.

 The weather is a foul as Hux’s somber mood. He barely looks at her just as he barely offers her a hand down from his coach. She had wounded his ego most sorely the other night. With the carriage and the wolf debacle.

 Iris has never known such frailty or scorned derision greater than that of a man’s bruised ego. Softer than eggshell.

 She would be more incensed at his sullen mood. If she wasn’t already suffering in other ways. A persistent headache had taken up residence in her temples. It pinched and hurt and her tolerance for annoyance had furiously lessened.

 They cross the steps up the foyer, and cut through the bustling crowds to come to the gathering of their family who await them. Their carriage preceded their own by mere minutes. Maratella rewards herself being so sly and forward thinking in sending Hux to fetch Iris in their second coach whilst the rest of her family rode on with her and Brendol.

 She fancied she was giving the budding lovebirds a moment alone; probably imagines they’d steal a kiss or gabble excitedly about their wedding plans. Hopes for the loving future ahead. She wasn’t to know they were barely on speaking terms.

 Hux catches her elbow before they reach their assorted relatives. Brings her to a stop.

 “Might we endeavour to appear civil, tonight Iris?” Hux speaks lowly into her ear. Stooping over her. Looking as if they are exchanging some lovers secret from a trysting moment.

 “I should like to set an example of gentility for yours and my families interests. For we both know what is at stake if we are, after all.... destined to be wed.” He tells with a note of dullness to his voice.

 Be still my swooning heart, Iris remarks to herself dryly.

 “There is no quarrel between us, Sergeant. And if there is, I assure you, it is certainly not being offered from my quarter.” Iris insists. A veiled comment meant to remind and remark how annoyingly taciturn he was behaving.

 Without mistaking her utter joy at correcting a gentleman’s behaviour and the out-coming matter of it being inherently satisfying; she’s more vexed at how he can seem so displeased with her conduct.

 He does have the gall to look the tiniest bit ashamed to that confession. He offers her a flicker of a curtly guilty smile. Nodding. “Very well.” He adds.

 Iris looks down and gently takes his offered arm. He stands straight. Peacocking, puffing his chest out in his scarlet uniform. They stride across for their families with perfectly false smiles pasted on their faces. An air of geniality seeping out of every pore.

 Posy and Flora are the first to not so subtly comment at their sister and the titian haired Sergeant being left alone together for an entire carriage ride. Again.

 Her mother leans to Maratella and smiles something unto her friends ear. If her relatives get any the more transparent, Iris strongly suspects she’s going to scream and start tearing out her hair.

 Iris nods a hello to the Huxs’. Brendol is in attendance tonight. A man of late age, little hair. Thinning russet red that hints at his sons colouring. He is portly and acts and speaks as if he disapproves greatly of everything in his path.

 The man is merely eyeing her with the same bored indifference as his son. Mutters something to his wife about getting to their seats before too long. Looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else. Bedecked in his army uniform too. The heritage of proud soldiers, the noble and gallant Hux ancestors. Men with soldiery and lust for war and medals and honour in their blood, dating as far back as the Normandy landings, most likely.

 She felt something then she never fathomed she’d feel for Armitage- she pitied him.

 Growing up with a father who domineered and controlled his interests as much as her mother had controlled hers. She was raised and bred for marriage? Hux was raised and bred for the glory of war. No matter if he wanted it or not. Anything to continue the proud heritage. She suspects they are perhaps more alike in that regard than she first thought.

 She however, cannot pretend it makes her love him any the more. Respect him slightly, possibly. But her heart and feelings are still sworn away to another man.

 “I’m very much anticipating the performance. Maratella you are very generous to invite us all to take use of your box. Such a fine view.” Iris insists to Mrs Hux. She had even said that it would not be so prudent for Iris to start calling her ‘her second Mama’ if she so wished. For they are almost connected as family already.

 “Indeed. Miss Ashton you are most welcome. My dear friend and I jointly share the box for the season. I think mayhap you know of her? Lady Spencer...” She preaches jovially. Loudly enough for everyone around them to hear. Whether by design or accident- Iris cannot say.

 Iris nods. “Indeed ma’am. We were at her ball at Cavisham House, just last eve.”

 Maratella’s face falls with comedic over-exaggeration. “Oh we did most want to attend. Alas so many parties and assemblies we are promised to at present!” She gushed.

 “Armitage and I got caught up at the Countess of Whetherby’s assembly last evening. Hux took dances with many fine young ladies. But I dare say he missed you something most acutely awful my dear.” She winked at Iris. Reaching over and patting her hand in mock comfort.

 Her levity didn’t lessen the barb of insult that struck through her heart. She’d waited on Hux being in attendance all evening, and he thought so little of her, he took dances with other women.

 Now atleast she knew where she stood. No matter Maratella’s telling her otherwise. That pity she spoke of before, quickly dried up. The well of her good thoughts for Hux quickly dried up. As it usually does mere seconds after prevailing herself of his company.

 She rather wants to drop the arm of his she’s now holding in fake mannerly affection. Only she doesn’t get the chance too. Maratella is already rabbiting on and boasting about something else.

 “Alas, I had word from my poor friend Lady Spencer just this eve. She sent me a missive. I chanced on its arrival just as we made ready to leave. She so hates to decline an invite to the theatre. But she is struck down with pains of the chest. A nervous compliant I fear.” She admits sadly.

 “She did say she sent a certain gentleman to take her place. I believe you are of his acquaintance, Mrs Ashton. He claims one with you...”

 Mrs Ashton frowns most keenly. “Pray. Who might that be?” She comments.

 “That would be me, I believe.” Interjects a new deep voice into their conversation.

 Iris’ skin crawls. And not in any sort of horrible way. But the very best way. That smoke and whiskey-molasses voice that sets her bones quivering is like manna to her ears.

 So sudden his appearance that all the blood in the upper half of her body rushes suddenly to her face. Heating her cheeks. And she’s never been more aware of her spine being a column of thrashing fizzing and excited nerves.

 Their party turns around and sure enough, there is Lord Ren. Stepping out of the shadows of the nearest hallway. He looked oddly at home amongst the scarlet blood walls, the shadows, and the cloaking velvet curtains of the nearest entryway. Hands behind his back. His impassive figure cuts a handsome image.

 Black coat and breeches and boots as always. An ivory silk waistcoat the colour of old bones sits on his top half. A searing white cravat knotted at his neck. Collar tipping under his chin. A monochrome monstrosity. So monstrous because he’s so beautiful Iris can liken no other sight in the world like him. He was truly a wondrous beast.

 He appears so opportunely. As if summoned by the devil. Sculpted out of thin air. In a great rushing shift of air he brings with him the cologne that’s almost as tantalising as his very handsome looks. Sandalwood, rich dirty earth and something cold and opulent, fragranced, like frost crusted on mint leaf.

 Iris takes great pleasure in knowing his mere presence grits her mothers teeth to dust. She’s biting back her tongue. So as not to be uncivil in front of Maratella. Showing up her host was the height of rudeness.

 “Lord Ren.” Maratella gasps excitedly. Preening and fussing with her appearance. Kylo looks over at Iris warmly. Sets her soul on fire with those honeyed black eyes before he smoothly rolls his look across to Mrs Hux. His second host for the evening.

 His vampiric charms and hypnotic influences seep out of his every pore. The aids to the ultimate predator. He can enchant anyone. Even the vapid likes of Mrs Hux.

 She’s reacting to him - blushing and fluffing her hair curls. Even in her late age. Humans are always so susceptible to him. He never has a problem attracting interest. He’s tall, dark and far too beguiling. The weak mortals - of either gender - throw themselves at his feet and fawn into madness that he might dare look at them.

 His eyes are however, set upon one prize. And at that very moment; Kylo’s ultimate prize has her hand hooked on another insipid man’s elbow. That won’t do.

 He eyes the contact with fleeting derision as Mrs Hux flatters and compliments him every manner. As if her tongue simply drips honey and sugar.

 “... Indeed. We are all so honoured you will be making up our merry party this eve. Lord Ren.” She wheedles.

 Kylo tips his smirk across at Caroline Ashton. Who looks ready to spit venom at him past her forked tongue. She was reddening with rage. Clutching her hands together like she wanted to break bone.

 “I am excessively happy to make up the party.” He smiles. Hoping it would be a dagger in Mrs Ashton’s scaled skin.

 “Lady Spencer simply begged the acquaintance on me. I couldn’t possibly in all good grace refuse it.” He shows off.

 He sees Caroline flinch and watches the veins strain at her temples. He will torture her for every second. Tenfold. For what she’s putting her daughter through. Making her suffer the attentions of a arduous prick, who thinks himself the finest soldier England has ever produced.

 That makes Kylo scoff. He known soldiers like Hux: men who flock to the uniform, quick to put it on. Not so quick to honour its pride and meaning.

 Men like him; fighting men like him are one’s born out of centuries and generations upon generations of soldiers forced unto the army life by their domineering and stuffy fathers. Kylo casts an eye over Mr. Hux who boredly inspects his pocket watch. Doesn’t so much as even turn his head toward Kylo.

 He’s seen a hundred men like this. And they flee from battle. Unable to take the horror of being cannon fodder. They think themselves above it. Better. Superior. They don and peacock their red coats but when it comes down to committing the savagery of fighting in battle, they run.

 Kylo’s slit the throats of a thousand deserters in his day. He’s sure when the next war comes - and it will - he will be called upon to do more of the same.

 He’d take ten peasants with the will of iron and guts to defend their homeland with their bare bleeding hands, warring to the bone, over a thousand preening dandy officers like Hux. Ones who picked the lint and specs of dirt off their uniforms. Bragged about their commissions and then would doubtlessly abandon good men to die when battle finally came.

 “How long have you known Lady Spencer sir?” Mrs Hux asks.

 “Not at all until I met her at the ball last Eve. Mrs Hux. She was most grateful for my ousting an awful drunkard who was causing insult to her guests.” Kylo explains.

 Mrs Hux looks amazed. Iris blushes. Posy and Flora look all flirty up at the tall Lord. Mrs Hux looks ready to swoon.

 Armitage appears bored and annoyed. “How very gallant of you Lord Ren. Did he offer you insult perhaps, snub your grand title? Laugh at your boots?” Hux sniffs with derision.

 Kylo locks eyes with the redheaded cur who dared to offer him, the landed peer, an insult. The ember warmth leeches from Kylos eyes and his smile drops. His stare hardened to black frost. His eyes glitter darkly in the lowlight. Like shiny, scuttling black beetles wings.

 “Actually, Sergeant, he offered foul mouthed insult to your beautiful fiancée. You would know of this, had you not left her unattended all evening.”

 Hux sneers and his lips twitch to snarl an ugly response. Kylo looks nonplussed. Though behind his back, his knuckles crack white where he curls his fist. And he feels the veins in his arms and his biceps strain, itch and tense not to retaliate.

 Sensing the men bristling over Miss Ashton. Maratella suggests they all take to their seats for the performance begins soon. The Ashton’s walk off with Brendol and she takes the time to turn around and hiss at her son. Her sugared smile disappears and coldness takes its place.

 “Armitage. Remember your manners. Don’t be so uncouth in front of Iris. And especially not to Lord Ren.” She shrilled at her son, before she takes her leave.

 Hux cups over the back of Iris’ hand where it rests on his elbow. Kylo stays stood opposite. Glaring at the man. Seeing his hand on hers made his blood itch for terrible violent things. He aches to reach across and twist Hux’s stupid neck til it crunches into pieces.

 What’s worse... is that Hux doesn’t love her.

 He will never love her. He is using her for show and want of connection and that is all. Instead of appreciating the beauty on his arm... he’s using her to manipulate the emotions of another man he detests.

 Kylo so very much wants to dismember the sad prick. The animal in him claws at its confinement’s. Slobbering maw baying at the gates of his temper. He swallows and keeps it tamed - for now.

 “Hux. Please. I beg you. There is no cause for incivility here.” Iris insists.

 Sensing the bristling and enflaming of masculine tempers flaring up around her. Kylo looks calm. Hux looks snotty and more and more like a spoilt brat not getting his own way. The poncy Sergeant barely turns his head to her when she speaks.

 He’s fraying on the last ragged rope holding Kylo’s inner beast in check. In his time he was raised to hold women in high regard. They were warriors. Mothers. Strong farmers, and skilled craftspeople. People worthy of alignment with men. In this rabid society? They are merely goals and dowries to be won. It sickens him.

 Hux looks like he wants to stomp his foot and stroppily exclaim that Lord Ren started it. He eyes as the crowds about them thin away. Off to their seats. He snatches his arm off her. Steps forward.

 “Do not dare think to correct me, woman.” Hux says lowly at her. Before he turns his head to Kylo. Still addressing her. But his eyes stabbing into Kylo.

 “Lord Ren should be apprised of speaking so discourteously towards me.” He warns. Thank goodness he wasn’t isn’t full ceremonial dress and had his sword strapped to his side. He might have run Kylo through.

 Lord Ren raises one sardonic brow. Really, there was an advantage to his lofty peerage ranking as a Lord. It meant he was always in a position to arch a sardonic brow. His smirk tips up on one side too.

 “You offer me threat? Sergeant?” Kylo asks. He’s twice the man’s width. And three heads taller.

 There’s no question who the real power is. Kylo’s itching to show how much. Slam the pathetic boy up against the nearest wall. Feet off the ground. He could choke him there with one hand. It would be no more to him than swatting away a stray flea.

 “I do, Sir. Maybe your foreign ways make you unaware of the standards here in our polite society. But understand me; it is in very poor taste to try a poach a man’s intended from him.” He snarls. Voice reedy thin.

��“In my foreign experience...” Kylo digs at his poor choice of words. “I seldom recommend that senseless men such as yourself leave their beautiful ladies unattended. Who knows what may come to pass...” Kylo suggests.

 He wouldn’t allude to their kiss last eve and bring her mortification and embarrassment. Hux recoils to spit some more venom but Kylo steps up.

 “Perhaps if you bore an ounce of gallantry and backbone you’d be better placed to deserve a woman like Miss Ashton. A curious intelligent woman, whom you can overlook and subjugate at every turn. She deserves a far better spouse than some coward in a uniform.”

 “I would call you outside if I believed you had any honour with which to meet me.” Hux seethes.

 He was challenging Kylo to an illegal duel. Not over Iris’ honour. But rather his own. How typical. Lord Ren’s amused face quickly turns into the most terrifying expression she’s ever seen. Such fury steeling his handsome features.

 “Don’t dare talk down to me, of honour.” Kylo cautions. Iris’ mouth gapes. Such wounded fury in his eyes.

 “You believe that because you don a pretty red coat that you are the most valiant warrior to ever set foot on this earth? I’ve seen such carnage and bloody fighting that it would make you shudder in horror and scream out in your dreams. I’ve fought in more wars than you can ever name, boy.” He spits in gross insult.

 “I gladly lack many things your fetid society seems to value. But don’t you dare accuse me, of lacking honour.” Kylo seethes.

 “I will not waste my time listening to more of this effrontery.” Hux straightens his back. Pretends not to be undignified and stalks off towards the box after his family.

 Iris sighs in his wake. It appears he’d forgotten to escort her. She wasn’t entirely sure that was a bad thing. She didn’t wish to spend time with such a spoilt brat of a man, who can’t look behind his own ignorant scope.

 “I detest many things. But a man such as he who so readily and openly snipes to others and thinks himself loftily superior, is not something I can pretend to stomach.” Iris offers to Kylo. Chewing lightly on her lower lip in trepidation.

 He walks quick across to her and gently plucks her hand up to kiss it. Putting it on his arm thereafter. If her own idiot of a fiancé won’t escort her, he sure as hell will. Damn the cur for making less of her.

 “I’m so sorry for his conduct Lord Ren. And any insult you offered you. ” She offers. Even though he’s trembling with anger and rage, entwined with disgust for that man. He doesn’t let her see how close he came to loosing his temper. A hairs breadth.

 He’s sure to look stern. But his eyes are warm. “Your apology is not needed. Iris. He formed and spat those words. You did not.” He tells her seriously. He lets the bitter bile of rage slip off his tongue. She calms him.

 Her beauty soothes the beast.

 She looks ashamed. Ashamed of being connected to such a low example of man. “A woman is supposed to support her intended in every manner...” She says with perturbation.

 “Well. He makes that venture impossible.” Kylo admits lowly. She smiles a little. Agreeing. Though she dare not speak such terms aloud.

 “If I might add, You look very handsome tonight. Miss Ashton.” He flatters. Where her cloak was taken some time ago by the porter, the exquisite nature of her dress came into view.

 A soft teal blue silk. Simple cut. He’s seen it on her before. The one with the low back and the sweeping train. He admired it on her before, and he will do so again. She shouldn’t be made to feel plain or boring in her dresses when she really did look truly beautiful in each one.

 Tonight there is a thin necklace with some pretty sparkles and paste gems of some blue stones set around her neck. He watches the broach of it raise and sink with her breathing. His eyes run unhindered along her collarbone. Watches the jitter of her pearl drop earrings.

 They walk up the narrow little carpeted stairs, and come along the hallway. Selecting their door they join the others in Lady Spencer and Mrs Hux’ box. The theatre was not exactly a grand one. Though the building was magnificent in its Georgian architecture it was a small country place of not much elegance. Candles flickered low, and the gloomy edifice is only made bright by the stage lights blinking upwards towards the painted scenery and the backdrop of draped red curtains.

 The rest is lost to darkness. Ladies and gentlemen mill about in their seats, shifting in the rows of seats below. The upper circle opposite is populated too. As busy as the rest of the place.

 The show is shortly to begin. Kylo doesn’t have time to admire the look on Caroline’s face seeing him deliver Iris to her seat. Glaring at Hux sharply, who gave him his own acerbic look right back. They watch the big impressive Lord stride down the box toward his seat.

 Hux leans into her. “I make no such apology for my exit. I cannot stand a man who thinks so meanly of brave soldiers, such as I.”

 Iris sighs to herself. Of course he overlooked the fact that he was the one who started the tirade of insults in the first place. He turned Kylo’s chiding the Sergeant onto a martyrdom for all English soldiers.

 “I understand.” She says dully. Her head is throbbing. Temples hurt.

 If she says anything else she’d get too incensed with him. He didn’t even defend his poor actions. Kylo was directly correct about Hux; he really did have no backbone or honour where she was concerned.

 The curtains pull apart. The play begins. Lord Ren settles in his seat. Down the far far end of the box by Maratella and Brendol. Iris finds it not at all ironic or unsurprising that there’s a box length of people between them. Doubtless that was her mothers doing.

 Kylo knows it too - he catches her eye where their seats are set back. A wry grin tugs at his lips. Despite herself, Iris blushes at it. She looks down into her lap. Hux turns to the side and catches her blush. Sees how Lord Ren turns away. Smug and smiling. It piqued his interest.

 Iris tries to concentrate. But it appears the niggling headache she began to suffer earlier was pounding incessantly at her temples. She’s reminded of it every time there’s sharp clapping or the pitching whine of a violin chorus. The room suddenly feels much too much. Too hot. Too stifling.

 Her dress feels too sticky - clinging to her back and her chest. She forgot her fan and she wished she would have remembered it. So she wouldn’t now be gasping for air.

 Another thundering round of applause sharply rippled through the theatre. She shuts her eyes and winces at it. How it stings so at her head.

 Hux continues clapping beside her. Elbows jostling her. Kylo frowns at the idiot not even sensing she was unwell. He doesn’t applaud. He looks her way with a frown of interest. Brow creased with concern.

 It wasn’t long til the intermission now. Barely a half of an hour. Kylo watches her face crumpled in pain. She stands and says something idle and quick to Hux. He nods and she slips away. Out the darkened door. Into the shadows of the dimmed theatre.

 Kylo turns his head back. Tries valiantly to concentrate on the insipid comedy play. But he finds he can’t. Especially not as a moment opposite catches his eye. Draws his eyeline to the opposite box. Where a dark coated man with golden hair slips out the door. Smirking directly at Kylo. Piercing eyes stabbed into Kylo’s nonexistent soul. He knows that smirking face.

 Viscount Eversleigh. The most foul letch on two legs. The drunkard he had thrown out of the Spencer’s ball last night.

 He couldn’t leap up and go after Iris. It would look planned. He had to leave it as long as possible. He tried to think that the perfidious and indocile Eversleigh had gone to fetch a drink. Yet he seemed like the kind of man to order someone to do it for him.

 Kylo’s worries and paranoia seeps heavy through his blood like rotten sticky tar. He hates this sickening feeling. He prayed that Eversleigh’s exit wasn’t fuelled by Iris’. He really did.

 He has no such blind faith left in mortal men. He may be the darkest foulest creature, but it’s nothing to some men’s filthy aspirations. Some were truly vile. Especially those men gone on drink and snobbery who view the world as quite their own.

 Kylo launches out his seat. Hot in pursuit. So quick in fact it rattled back on its far legs as he rose out the thing so quick. Storming for the door. He almost yanked it off - ripping it clean of its hinges, like matchwood. If Hux wouldn’t care for her, the task fell to him. To protect his little Dove.

 Iris made her way down the stairs. Stopping before she got to the foyer. She needed air and in search of it, she rounded the stairs up to the boxes and found a narrow dingy hallway which snaked out onto a dark alley.

 The door was left wide open and cold slushy grey of night and the scent of damp and dirt spilled inside. Seeping onto the cold wet stone doorstep. Darkened by the spitting slush of rain.

 She takes deep lungfuls of the bitter air. It hurts her lungs but the cool feels so soothing on her skin. Her skull still echoes with the nasty pain of headache. But the air helps aids her.

 She no longer feels so suffocated. Stifled by this evening and her dress. Forcing herself to be civil to a heartless man she doesn’t want. It takes it toll of her already sore shoulders from carrying the weights if other people’s expectations.

 Oddly enough, when she’s talking to Lord Ren, her worries and all those bothersome fretting’s leave her mind. For a second, she feels like someone sees her for the sheer value of herself. See’s and cherished her as a whole. It’s an awfully heady feeling for the likes of her; who always felt sought after merely for marital status and connection. She who was always made to feel like an example of regency gentility for marriage. And never having any dreams or aspirations beyond.

 She sighs. Crosses her arms over herself. Hears the silk rasp. Feeling how the cold nibbles savagely at her arms. Stings her chest and turns her necklace to savage ice resting around her throat. Before she starts to shiver, she shifts herself from the doorway and turns to go back inside; entering back into her paltry monotonous existence.

 The one that made her chest seize up in panic, the same thing clawing through her blood. The one that made her want to run fleeing every chance she got.

 Damn family reputation. Damn propriety and society. She could run for the coast with the meagre pin money she has saved. Hidden behind the loose skirting in her bedroom. Behind the door. She’s gotten used to stashing the odd sixpence in the velvet pouch therein. She has a neat little sum tidied away by now.

 She could go for the coast. Where no one knows her. Down and across to Dorset and seek for work. Or maybe Plymouth? Perhaps give herself a new name. Invent a dead husband who died in the war, invent a past that wasn’t at all true. Wear a wedding band that represented nothing more than a falsehood.

 She may yet find work in some great grand house for a noble family. She has a good brain and much knowledge, she could be a Governess well enough. Teach young girls or young masters in the nursery. She was so vastly tempted by the idea. Atleast that way she’d have a life she could control.

 She’d almost run away so many times. She was merely ten and four the first time she tried.

 Barely longer in the tooth than Flora was now. And she’d wanted to bundle her meagre possessions into a carpet bag, and go scrounge together a life earning a measly palm full of pennies in some dirty gin soaked tavern on the outskirts of London, where no one would know her. Anything was a desirable alternative to staying and having her head bitten off day in day out by her mother. Always ready to find fault with her eldest.

 Caroline Ashton’s fears of propriety and want for connection completely ate her up. There was no affection in her of any sort.

 There wasn’t anything else there in the woman behind that porcelain front. Iris remembers learning that the day her mother clipped her across her cheek in a harsh slap for not getting the practiced dance steps right. That was the first night she dreamed of running away.

 She regrets the memories now. They are no more than barbed reminders of her failed hopes. She’s never been brave enough to run. Her penance for her spoilt dreams. She’s stayed. She’s the biggest coward she knows of. Never could quite summon the guts to do it.

 She sighs deeply. Turning and heading for her seat; the intermission began soon. She wanted to avoid the crowds if at all possible. She makes it just to the corner of the dingy hallway.

 And where she’s looking down at her feet, when she looks up she’s gasping and jolting backwards at the sudden apparition of the man before her. Blocking all discernible light from the hallway beyond.

 Stood there with his foppish mane of honey curls. His sapphire coat and his biscuit coloured breeches. Viscount Eversleigh. He stands. Smirking. Twiddling the golden sovereign ring around around around on his little finger. Anticipating her.

 So suddenly she shrunk back with a gasp. “Lord Eversleigh.” Iris timidly greets him. Her back hits the wall where she stumbled.

 “Iris. Isn’t it?” He seeks. She doesn’t care for the fumes of whiskey on his breath and on his jacket. Or his attentions. His manners. His looks. She didn’t care for anything and everything about him. And if he had a dog too? Well. She didn’t care for that either.

 “We are not intimately acquainted.” She dismisses. He would never have known her first name.

 He chuckled and stalks slowly towards her still. Backing her into the wall. She had nowhere else to go. Her hands scrabble against the smooth cold plaster. She can hear her heart hammering in her ears. Aware her chest is heaving and he notices this too.

 “We could be...” He smarms at her. Smile tugging up. There’s a glazed look of something she can’t quite read in his eyes. And it’s bright and awful.

 “Tell me, my dear, how long have you been lifting your skirts for Lord Ren?” He coos. Flattening her to the wall. His coat brushing her chest. “How long has he been fucking you?”

 She’s mortified. And scared. Her mouth gapes. Such insulting speech. “I beg your pardon...” She gasps.

 “Don’t be all missish. My dear. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way he pays court to you. Holds your hand. Much more than that redheaded prick does.” He scoffs. The shock of his foul language lands on her skin like the lashes of a cracking whip. They leave her sore and reeling.

 “Indeed you are mistaken, Sir. And you are drunk.” She holds firm but her voice wobbles. She recoils from his breath as he stood over her. Intimidating. Hands flat to the wall by her shoulders.

 One either side. He’s enclosing her. Trapping her. She turns her head to the side. Repulsed. He watches her neck corded, straining with each breath.

 She feels the heat of his breath roll down her skin. “Please move...” She ushers lowly.

 “How often does he get you under him? Hmm? Every day? Every week. Do you scamper over to his estate under the guise of running errands. Get on your back for him. Knees spread to the sky.” He drawls. “Bet you look a pretty picture... lying out under him, ready to be rutted.”

 Iris glares up at him. She grits her jaw. She’s dealt with the foul four legged creature of fangs and venom that is her mother. Like a Greek harpy. She tries not to let this entitled man scare her.

 “Get off of me.” She bites in a lethal little whisper. Full of rage and grit teeth. She almost shakes with it. He was making her feel lesser than her worth. She won’t stand for that. Not under any condition.

 He smiles more. His hand skims down for her hip. Brute fingers rasping the silk. He grips the side of her thigh. Hard. He licks his dry lips and she wants to empty her stomach contents onto his shiny brown boots. “A man like me could make good use of such a gorgeous plump arse such as yours, Iris.”

 She’s had more than enough. She brings her hand up, striking quick, she slaps him hard across the cheek. He’s too drunk and stupid to respond quickly. He had none of his wits about him.

 She wriggles out from under him. Gathers up her skirts as a bundle in her arms and dashes away. She hears the commotion of him. His boots clack the tiles. He shouts and barks after her slurring. He sounds like he was following. Pursuing her.

 And then it stops. It all stops.

 There’s a garbled yell. Muffled and the yelling. And then, silence. Nothing but the sleeting rain pattering down on the stone doorstep where she was just stood. The wind howling down through the open door. Bringing the bitter frosty cold with it. Howling desolate down the eerily silent hallway.

 “Turn back.” Comes that silvery honey voice in her head. The ancient one she can’t fathom to whom it belongs. It’s almost as if it’s always been there. Always croons sweet melodic things at her. The silvery voice that swims in her dreams.

 “Turn back around. You’re perfectly safe little spark. There’s something you need to see...”

 Something terrible is ringing dark and violent down in her bones. It makes her slow to a stop.

 She doesn’t know why. But something within her along with that voice, calls upon her body to stop. And she turns back.

 He wasn’t there-

 She thinks she’s descending into madness. That she dreamt him. Or made him up. But then again, the fumes on his breath were far too vile for her to have conjured them up. Foul breath and sloshes of Scottish malt whiskey. She saw a stain on his collar where it had dribbled onto his chin. Down onto his cravat. She couldn’t have made up such an unnecessary detail as that.

 She treads cautiously back down the tiled corridor she just fled down. Eyes flitting all over. She must be taking leave of her senses. Venturing back into the place where the man she ran from is residing.

 She comes to the corner. Puts her cold hand to the wall to steady herself. The rain is louder. The wind howls more vicious. The cold pricks her skin like a ream of dressmakers needles rasping her  into pain. The hair on the back of her nape stands to vulgar attention. Black nasty fear rotting in her veins like cloying syrup. Her heart feels too loud.

 A whimper leaves her throat. Her chest pounds ragged with a shaky breath that leaves her in a tremble.

 For there’s a handprint smear of blood and spraying droplets dribbling down the pale yellow wall just ahead.

 Her gaze is drawn to the tiles of the floor, where little crimson drips shimmer in the half light, leading out the door. Into the raining and the dirt and the foul smog of the open brick alley way beyond.

 Through the rain and the dark. She focuses on the big dark shape she can identify as a man. Hunched over. Her gaze is drawn downwards to the pair of wet brown boots. Dripping with something viscous and black.

 Scarlet-black. Blood. 

 Those lifeless legs and limp arms lay prostate against this humungous dark shape. Bowed over the soon to be corpse. Dark head bowed. Iris recognises the scent of the cologne fading in the air. Mint leaf. Sandalwood. And rich dark earth.

 And she can hear slurping and groaning.

 Her eyes cannot help but leak tears. Sheer fear bubbling up in her body.

 She almost can’t comprehend what she’s seeing. Her eyes must be traitors. They’re lying to her. She can’t possibly be seeing this. This must be the death of her sanity. Throw it in a grave and cover it with soil. Mourn the loss of her saneness.

 There’s a slick thud as the dark shape drops the figure in its arms. Bloodied pale hands, big wide hands, drop Eversleigh’s blue coat collar. The limp man looks comically small against this dark beasts proportions. He’s dropped to the mud and dirt of the alley floor. Strewn into the filth where he belongs. The dark shape puts one hand to the brick wall. Crimson cakes it’s round yet sharp fingernails. It’s human hands.

 It turns its shaggy head back to her. It’s not a beast. It’s a man. With gold eyes ringed with garnet.

 Lord Ren.

 And there is blood smeared raw and dripping down his mouth. Over two sharp fangs protruding from his plump upper lip. Staining his teeth. Running in sticky red rivulets over his handsome chin and dribbling down his white silk waistcoat.

He looks right into her. Pierced into her eyes and stunned her brain, persuading her not to move so much as one muscle.

 She can’t know how long they stand there gazing at each other. Kylo stalks in to her. Sleeting slushy rain dotting on his hair. On his shoulders. On his blood stained front. She shrinks to the wall. Tears silver in her shimmering eyes.

 She wants to speak. She can only stare. He’s nearing the doorstep.

 “Little dove...” He seeks. Panting. Her eyes catch on the way that even his usually white teeth are bleeding crimson. It sticks in the cracks between them.

 “Wh-what...” She seeks. Shakes her head in disbelief.

 “Iris. I will not hurt you. I offer you no threat. Believe me.” He pledges. Reaching out a steady bloodied hand to her. Raising them both. Showing her he means his word. He means no danger to her. Never to her. 

She doesn’t know if she’d rather sob, or run or scream- her brain cannot choose which.

 “There’s this voice in my head.” She begins in a sob. Shakily pointing at her throbbing temple. 

 “And it’s telling me to..to... trust you.” She cries. Conflicted by the blood lusting monster she sees in the man before her. Caught in those haunting eyes and the blood and the gore of this shocking moment. He’s the same, yet so different. its painful.

 Kylo is moved by the fact Iris can hear Draegan in her head. Ever the lenient one. He was reaching out.

 “You trust that voice?”

 She nods. “I must be mad.”

 “You are not mad.” He soothes. “What I am is as real as you or I, standing here right now.”

 As real as the bee stings of cold rain he can feel on his cheeks. The wet stickiness of his tamped down hair. The wind on his skin. And Eversleighs blood in his throat. Tasted like warm metal and whiskey spice.

 Her eyes drift back to the slumped man in the dirt on the alley floor. “Is he?” She gasps. Seeking as to his state of life.

 Kylo doesn’t tarry in his answer. But he keeps his words soft. “Yes.”

 For the way he assaulted her, Kylo should’ve taken his head clean off. He’s done it before.

 Hearing the vile thoughts in the drunkards perverted head about all he wanted to do to her when he got her alone, it well justified Kylo’s ridding the earth of the bastard letch by ripping his neck out. He turns back, nudged the tip of his boot into the man’s head. Turns the bastards throat away so she wouldn’t have to see the gore.

 When he twists back, Her gaze sticks on the harsh glare of gold that was his eyes that were usually the deepest handsome shade of russet. Such savage eyes.

 A terrible thought clicks in her head like snapping bone. “All those deaths of late... the wild animal attacks. It was- you?....”

 “I’m afraid so.” He answers her curious questions.

 She gasps anew. “It all makes sense now. And that Wolf...” She begins. “The one with the golden eyes.” The pieces start slotting together.

He nods. 

 Her mind can’t make sense of this insensible thing.

She expects to wake up any minute and this be the dizzying reaches of some far off, fantastic fever dream. Scrabbling first her bedclothes as the dream fades from her imagination.

 “D-Do you wish to kill me, Kylo?” She whimpers.

 He looks agonised. “No. Iris.” He pleaded to her so honestly.

 “No.” He croons.

 “In fact if anything happened to you, it would most likely kill me.” He assures her.

 Her mouth gapes again. He watches those rosebud pink lips part. There is nothing but majesty and integrity on his face. In his features.

 “I hardly know what to say...” She admits.

 “I didn’t intend for you to find out the nature of what I am, in such a manner as this.” He confesses.

 “You were going to confide in me?” She seeks.

 “Yes I was. But when I saw this stupid drunk sneak after you. I had no choice. My hands were tied upon the matter. I could not have you hurt.”

 “You did it to save me.” She comments.

 “Of course I did, my dove.” He explains.

 “I-“ She’s so moved she can hardly form words. Questions zip and crackle around her head like a crackling roaring fire. Like splintering logs fluttering with sparks.

 She’s so dazed and enchanted. She almost doesn’t hear the applause come from inside that signifies the start of the intermission.

 Kylo’s voice snaps her out of the stunned haze that swims in her mind like a pool of thick dark black treacle. She can’t free her arms or legs. The thick of it is swallowing her whole. His voice manages to finally disturb her out of it.

 “Iris. You need to go. Now.” He tells. Eyes flicking upwards, hearing the clamour from within of footsteps and clattering doors. Crowds are descending. They can’t he found like this.

 She barely summons the energy to move. “How will you-“ She looks back at the lifeless corpse of Lord Eversleigh.

 “I’ll take care of it my Dove. But you must not spare a worry for me. You must go now.” He orders gently.

 She slips around the corner and walks quickly away. Quitting the scene. Kylo watches until she moves out of sight. Her blue silk skirts trail away. He watches her as she moved back into polite society.

 He looks down at the corpse and the blood seeping into the dirt. His pretty gentle Dove is back into the folds of politeness and civility.

How fitting;

 The beast is out here. Confined out into the filthy muck and the snow and the blood, where he belongs. Outside, banished to the shadows.

  ~ ~ 🥀  ~ ~

[vergilthelibrarian]

Lovesick Angel.

Yandere/Angel!Taeil x Male!Reader x Joshua

Taeil breathed in slowly, taking deep breaths as his eyes stayed on Mark.

“Taeil. You have sinned one to many times.” Mark started. “Before I let you go… I just want to know why? You were one of our most powerful angels yet you let human emotions control you… Why is that?”

Taeil smiled dreamily.

“It’s because I’m in love.”

“Love? Your love should be with God.”

“My love is far more worthy than God herself.”

Mark’s jaw clenched, anger contorting his features.

“You have lost your mind...” and Taeil nodded in agreement.

“So I have...”

“Whoever this love is better be worth it. Taeil, I deemed you banish from Heaven.” Mark spat and Taeil began laughing. At first it was just a giggle but it turned manic and as Taeil leaned backwards to fall, Mark caught a glimpse of the madness that was in Taeil’s eyes and shuddered.

Whoever caught the now fallen angel’s attention was a goner he thought and he prayed that God would protect them.

~~

You giggled with your boyfriend Joshua as you 2 baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

The doorbell to your apartment rang and Joshua went to go answer it.

He came back, a quizzical look on his face and a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands along with a yellow envelope.

“It’s for you Y/n.” he said handing the flowers to you.

You got up from the chair you were sitting on and took the flowers and the envelope.

Curious, you set the flowers down on the table and opened the yellow envelope, taking out a letter.

“What does it say?” Joshua asked standing next to you, trying to peak at the letter.

“Dear, Y/n.” you began. “You may not know me but I’ve known you for a very for a very long time and slowly I’ve fallen for you, figuratively and literally. Just recently I was able to start a brand new chapter in my life and I plan on having you in it. We will meet soon, love your guardian angel.”

You stared at the note, frowning.

“Well, that’s not creepy at all.” Joshua remarked and you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, this is pretty weird.” you sat the letter down on the table.

“The flowers are pretty though.”

“They’re your favorite too. Hmm… Seems like you have a secrete admirer.” he said, picking up the letter to read it for himself.

“I’m gonna get a vase.” you said, walking off to the closet.

Once you got to the closet, you opened the door and grabbed a vase that was decorated with painted bees. You closed the door, turn around only to scream, nearly dropping the vase.

You saw a shadow standing not far from you only for it to vanish as soon as it appeared.

Joshua came running out the kitchen.

“Whats wrong?! Are you okay?!” he asked, coming up to you, worry in his eyes.

You were visibly shaken.

“I just saw this huge black shadow standing right there.” you pointed in front of you.

Joshua looked behind himself then back at you.

“Have you’ve been taking your medication?”

“I have.” you sighed. “Maybe I need to start a new medicine...” you said sadly, smiling when you felt your boyfriend hug you tightly.

“It’s okay babe. I’m here. No shadows demons are gonna kidnap you.” he laughed causing you to giggle.

Joshua always knew how to make you smile.

~~

You awoke in a cold sweat, your breathing harsh and your heartbeat fast.

Shaking your head, you try to get the mental image of your dead boyfriend out of your mind but you couldn’t

Lately, you’ve been having the same exact nightmare, of your boyfriend being murdered by a black winged man. You didn’t tell Joshua about the dream because well, you didn’t want him worrying about you too much. But the dream was getting to you and you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something dreadful was going to happen soon.

Sitting up, you gulped loudly, noticing that your throat was dry and decided to go to the kitchen to get a drink.

As you walked to the kitchen, you noted how cool the apartment was.

Turning the faucet on to cold, you grabbed a cup and watched as the water poured into it. You turned off the faucet and drunk the whole cup in one go. Sighing, you put the cup down, your hands gripping the sink.

That’s when you heard a melodic voice coming from somewhere.

Your heart shook as you listened to the voice humming.

Turning around, you cursed to yourself as you realized you didn’t turn on any lights and was in the dark.

Gulping, you walked out of your kitchen, only for the voice to grow louder.

Looking to your right, you saw that your balcony door was open which was strange because you made sure you closed it before you went to bed last night.

The light of the moon shined upon your living room, giving you some light.

Walking to the balcony, you notice that the humming was coming from there.

Alarms went off in your head. One part of your mind was yelling at you to run into your room, lock the door and call the cops but the other told you to check where the humming was coming from and as much as you wanted to run away to your room, you legs seemed to be moving on it’s own as you stepped closer to the balcony.

Your foot touch the cool concert and your head poke out to the side.

You were met with the back of a person in an all white outfit. They didn’t wear any shoes and their head was up, looking at the stars of the night sky, their hands resting on the balcony ledge.

You noticed that the humming had stopped once you got on the balcony and you nervously asked, “Who are you? What are you doing here on my balcony?”

You heard a chuckle and a deep sigh.

“You know… I use to live up there. I was one of God’s most powerful angels. I loved her and she loved me.” the stranger said causing you to frown in confusion. “But then one day, while on patrol, one of her creatures caught my eye. A human… He was crying because he had fallen off his bike he’d had scraped his knee. Poor thing wouldn’t get up. His own father had to carry him back to his grandmother’s house to be patched up.”

Your eyes widen.

That happened to you. That exact scenario happened to you when you was about 7 years old. How did they know that?

The stranger continue.

“I would watch the human as he grew up. And as I watched him grow, I felt things, things I never felt before.” his fist balled up. “Love. Greed. Envy. And lust to be exact. Those were the things I felt for him but he had no clue because well, God didn’t allow non guardians to be near humans.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, wondering if this was just the drunken ramblings of someone who broke into your house.

“But I wanted to be near him so bad.” the stranger ignored your question. “I needed to be near him. And that need, that hunger grew and grew. My passion for you grew to where that now I am too far gone. I can’t be saved. And neither can you my love.”

You grew scared as the stranger turned around.

The man looked at you with a dreamy look on his face.

“I grew so tired of Heaven and I know you’ve grown tired of Earth. Run away with me.” he said walking towards you, your mind going blank.

The man grabbed your hands, his eyes scanning your features.

“Run away with me and you’ll never be alone again. I’ll worship you like the God you are, just say yes to me.” it felt as though he was speaking directly in your mind as he spoke out loud. His voice had an echo affect.

“W-who are you?” you asked nervously.

The man chuckled, his eyes turning black.

“I’m Taeil. Your guardian angel.”

You fainted.

~~

You woke up in bed, your head pounding.

Before you could even wonder how you got it bed, you remembered the event of last night and wondered if it was all a dream.

It had to be.

There was no way that what had happened was real but yet you couldn’t shake the thought away of it being real.

You sighed checking your phone.

20 missed calls from Vernon

“What? Why did Vernon call me twenty times?” you thought out loud, pressing the calling icon to call the man.

You were answered with a hysterical Vernon who was crying so much that he couldn’t properly string words together.

“Vernon calm down. Take deep breaths.” and he listened, breathing slowly.

Once he was a bit calm you asked him to tell you what was going on.

“It’s Joshua. He’s dead! They found him in the baseball field near the lake with claw marks on his body and his heart missing! I’m so sorry Y/n.” and he broke down again.

You dropped your phone and ripped out a heartbreaking cry of anguish.

No.

No this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening.

He was just here with you yesterday and now he’s gone.

Just like that within a blink of an eye, he’s gone…

You picked up your phone.

“I’m gonna come over.” Vernon said and you shook your head.

“No. I… I need to be alone for a few days.”

Vernon didn’t press you, understanding that you wanted to grieve and soon you 2 said your goodbyes and hung up.

As you cried, you heard a humming and without a thought, you legs moved on it’s own to where it was coming from, this time in your living room.

You sniffled as your eyes landed on the man from last night, Taeil, sitting on your couch, his white clothes and mouth covered in blood.

He smiled upon seeing you.

“Honestly… who would’ve thought becoming a fallen meant I’d get taste for human. Strange really.” his nails were razor sharped and all of his teeth seemed sharp as well. Compared to last night, he seemed unhuman.

“You killed him.” you whispered and he smirked.

“Of course I did. How can I let the man I love attention be on some other man? I can’t have that.”

He got up from the couch, walking to you and as much as you willed your body to move, it just wouldn’t budge. It was like you were glued in place.

You looked at him before moving your attention down to the floor, not wanting to look at him, tears drops falling from your eyes, hitting the ground.

“That look in your eyes. I hate it.” he said, his bloody hand caressing your cheek, his face so close to yours that his nose was skimming your forhead. “Do not fear my love. For I am a messenger of God.” his voice echoed in your mind.

Suddenly you found yourself enclosed tapped between him and his black wings.

You wanted this to be dream.

You wanted to wake up and have this be all over but as you finally, slowly moved your head up to look at the monster, your heart sunk as you met his charcoal colored eyes, a lovesick grin on his lips.

“Only I can worship you.”

[starrybethany]

Pierre Engvall: Rewind by Rascal Flatts

Word count: 2331

Music video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPcASvgb7yg 

Lyrics link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LEJRDWJYG8 

Wish I could reach up and reset that sun

Reverse these wheels go back and re-pick you up

Went by so fast, oh, so sweet

Make me wanna remake a memory

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were working today,” my co-worker squeals excitedly as I walk into the quaint coffee shop.

“Yeah, my plane landed yesterday,” I inform her, pulling my apron over my head and yanking my hair out of the strap.

“How was Sweden?” She asks.

I know I could tell her so much. I could tell her about the beautiful weather and how my classes were so informative and how the culture is just so amazing.

But I also just want to tell her about one person who made the whole experience perfect.

The one person who could convince me to avoid my responsibilities and stay in that foregin nation for the rest of my life, the person who I could stare at forever without noticing the sun rising or setting.

I could tell her about how he would pick me up from my host family’s house to go to the bar at night in his expensive little convertible and it would make my host dad shake his head and laugh and my host sister smile with jealousy.

Or how he would push me on the swings at the park practically every night and would tell me all about his hockey team in Canada and funny stories about how stupid his teammates are.

“Y/N?”

I snap out of my thoughts, remembering her question. I don’t want to tell her any of those things. I feel like my relationship with Pierre is too personal to spread around- I want to remember him intimately.

“It was good. It was really, really good.”

Wish I had me a time machine

Oh, I float the moon back up in the sky

Put a cork back into that sweet red wine

Put your midnight hair back up

So you can let it fall one more time

“2012.” He squints those brown eyes that I spend too long looking into at the bottle, reading the label.

“You spent $200 on red wine from 2012?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Well it’s from France.”

I laugh at that and he cracks a smile, popping the cork and holding the bottle out as an offering. I hold my glass out towards him, watching as he begins to pour.

“Pierre that’s too much,” I giggle as he pours practically half of the bottle into the glass.

He laughs himself, pulling the bottle away and giving himself half of what he’s given me.

“It’s like you’re trying to get me drunk or something,” I tease.

“Or something,” he repeats, watching as I take a sip. “Can I braid your hair?”

“What?” I ask, confused by the sudden question.

“Can I braid your hair? I’ve just always wanted to try and your hair is so pretty.”

I can tell he’s becoming nervous by my delayed response so I nod, turning so my back is to him. I tug my locks out of it’s loose ponytail and ask, “Do you know how?”

“I can figure it out,” he answers. I can feel him move behind me and the Swedish music he put on to ‘cultivate me’ as he put it, becomes distant as his fingers grip my hair.

I lean back into his hands, closing my eyes and enjoying this moment of the two of us together. I don’t know how many more moments like this I’ll get. I have to leave to go back home in a couple of months and I don’t know if I’ll ever see Pierre after this.

It’s a summer love kind of thing.

His hands move to rest gently on my shoulders as my hair rests down my back.

“It’s not working,” he says in a hushed voice.

I hum in response, just enjoying the feeling of his company in mine. He lets it happen.

Untouch your skin

Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em again

“I used to be obsessed with astrology when I was younger,” I admit, staring up at the stars.

“Do you remember anything?”

“Um,” I point up at the stars and feel Pierre’s burning skin on my own as his hands slide down to grip my waist. “Do you want to know where the stars are or do you just want to fondle me all night?”

“I can do both,” he replies, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. I laugh in response.

“Do you see that bright star, right there? Follow it down and there’s the Big Dipper. And where the Big Dipper is the Little Dipper is.” My eyes scan the sky as Pierre squeezes my waist, mumbling something quietly to himself.

It takes me a while to focus but as soon as I locate the constellation I light up. “To the right and down is the Little Dipper.”

“What about, uh, Halley’s Comet?” He questions, leaving a kiss on the back of my neck.

“Babe, Halley’s Comet comes once every seventy five years,” I tease, turning around in his arms to face him. His arms slither to rest on my lower back loosely and he leans forward, connecting his chapped lips to my own.

I will never get over kissing Pierre. Everytime we kiss it feels like the first time and I could live with that feeling for the rest of my life. He pulls back and smiles at me, brown eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Then he gives me a kiss. And another one. And another one.

So good, so right,

This is one night I'm wishing I could rewind

“I hate to end this,” I mumble into his chest. “But I have class early in the morning so I should probably sleep before then.”

“Or you could just pull an all-nighter,” he suggests, tugging me tighter into him.

I grin. “If I pull an all-nighter you won’t be seeing me tomorrow night.”

“Then let’s get you to bed,” he responds, holding his hands out to help me rise to my feet. Our hands stay interlocked once I’m stable on my feet and they stay that way during the walk to the car.

I turn back that radio dial re-open your door,

Try to talk George Strait into giving us an encore

“Oh, a gentleman,” I tease as he opens the passenger’s door for me. He rolls his eyes but waits until I’m seated in his car, closing the door and running to the driver’s side.

“Are you going to play some more of what we were listening to on the way here or are you going to switch it up?” I question.

Pierre likes to put on a Swedish singer whenever we’re in the car to educate me on how many talented people come out of Sweden. I’m aware of it already since plenty of NHL players, including him, come from this nation but I don’t mind listening to music so I don’t say anything.

“Let’s change it,” he decides, “Have you listened to Avicii at all?”

“Only the songs that they play on the radio,” I admit.

“Oh, he has a lot more hits than that.” I watch as he pulls up his Spotify, smiling secretly to myself as I see his ‘Y/N’s hits’ playlist. I didn’t even know that he made a playlist of songs that I like. I wonder if it’s songs that I said I liked or if it’s just songs that we listened to together that I said that I like.

‘Wake Me Up’ begins to blast through the radio and I comment, “They play this a lot on the radio.”

“Then you have to sing along,” Pierre demands, beginning the drive back to my host’s home.

“Only if you sing too,” I protest.

“Y/N, I don’t sing.”

“Well, then I’m not singing,” I cross my arms as if to prove my point.

He gives me a look and sighs. “Feeling my way through the darkness…”

Re-spin you around

Replay that sound

Of you laughing when we hit the ground

“What are you doing?” I squeal as he pulls my door open and tugs me out of the car.

“I didn’t know I was lost,” Pierre sings along, wrapping an arm around my waist and gripping my other hand in his like we’re ballroom dancing to the song we’ve been listening to on repeat the whole car ride. “I didn’t know I was lost.”

He picks me up, gripping my waist and twirling me around, chuckling as I squeal in surprise at the action.

“Pierre!” I giggle as he continues to twirl us around. Finally he sets me on my feet and I’m laughing so hard I have to lean into him, too high off of life and love to be able to stand properly.

I can see it now how 'bout we

Float the moon back up in the sky,

Put a cork back into that sweet red wine

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. His lips ghost over mine as he says in a hushed voice, “I think you’re about to get in trouble.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.

He pulls back, nodding his head towards the front door of my host family’s home. I follow his eyeline to see my host father standing on the porch, arms crossed, but a fond smile on his face.

“I guess that’s my queue.” I kiss his cheek, a tradition we’ve started since he first picked me up at the beginning of summer. “Thank you for the wonderful night and the delicious wine.”

“Thank you for educating me on constellations,” he teases, kissing the back of my hand.

I roll my eyes at his gentleman-like behavior, giving him a final wave before walking up the sidewalk and stepping past my host father into the house.

“Don’t say a word, papa,” I warn him lightly.

“Young love is beautiful,” he tells me, ignoring my words.

 Put your midnight hair back up

So you can let it fall one more time

Untouch your skin

Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em again

“I love your hair, it’s so much longer now,” my coworker snaps me out of my daydreams once again, brushing a hand through my long locks.

“Yeah, thanks,” I tell her, pulling it back behind my shoulders. Everything in me is telling me to fight the urge but I can’t help it as I begin to French braid my hair, pretending my fingers are Pierre’s.

It seems like a pointless act because as soon as the braid is perfected, I let it go.

So good, so right,

This is one night I'm wishing I could rewind

I wanna re-fall and re-fly

Baby, re-live this night

“Do you remember when we went to that museum and saw that painting of that woman without her top on and you said that your boobs looked exactly like hers, and then didn’t  show me your boobs so I could agree or disagree? The nerve,” he shakes his head.

I smile, watching him drive. I know he’s trying to get my mind off of my plane ride home and the fact that I’ll probably never see him again. Our whole relationship has been based off of teasing and lust, so he’s just helping me the best way he knows how to.

“And then you spilled your drink on my shirt to try to get me to take it off,” I continue, causing him to nod.

“I wanted to see them titties.”

I snort, leaning over to shove his shoulder. He jokingly swerves like I caused him to do so with my push and I squeal, not expecting it.

“That was a good date,” I mumble, sitting up and suddenly remembering that a date like that is never going to happen again.

Pierre doesn’t respond but reaches his hand over the center counsel, gripping my hand in his gently and raising it to his lips, leaving a kiss. It’s enough for me.

Float the moon back up in the sky,

Put a cork back into that sweet red wine

Put your midnight hair back up

So you can let it fall one more time

“Why did you have to book a nighttime flight? I’m so tired,” he yawns dramatically as he pulls my suitcase out of the back of his car, holding out his hand for me to grip as we make our way into the airport.

“So I could sleep on the plane. Let me remind you that I didn’t know you when I booked the ticket home, I thought my host father would bring me back to the airport.” I try to bump my shoulder into his shoulder teasingly but hit his arm instead because of our height difference.

“Well, you got something better,” he responds, stopping at the check-in station.

We face each other and he pulls me tightly into his arms, squeezing me like he’ll never let go. I’m not sure I ever want him to let me go. My arms wind around him in return and I grip him as close to me as possible, savoring the last few moments we’ll get together.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you a goodbye gift,” he mumbles into my hair. “I was going to get you some red 2012 wine but I completely forgot when I was at the store, if I’m being honest with you.”

I laugh into his chest. “I couldn’t even bring it on the plane with me, babe.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he pulls back, gripping my shoulders, “American customs and all.”

He gives me a fond smile, leaning in for one, last, passionate kiss. We suck all of the air out of our lungs before he pulls away, pushing me jokingly towards the counter. “See you later.”

“Yeah. See you later.”

Untouch your skin

Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em again

So good, so right,

This is one night I'm wishing I could rewind

The door chimes and I look up from the counter I’m wiping, freezing once I see who stepped in. It couldn’t be- no. Why would he be here, in America? I thought he played on a team in Canada? He stops once he sees me and I watch him for his reaction.

A smile beams across his face and he practically skips over to me, ignoring the questions that the boys he’s with are asking him.

“Hi,” he breathes out.

“Hi,” I repeat. I watch as his eyes flicker all over my face, from my eyes to my nose to my lips. They stay on my lips, the lips he’s kissed so many times.

I feel electric now that I’m in his presence again. I feel alive, like something left me when I left Sweden and is now coming back now that I’m with Pierre again.

(Float the moon back up in the sky)

I'm wishing I could rewind

(put a cork back into that sweet red wine)

I wanna re-live this night

So good, so right

“I never thought I would see you again,” he confesses, reaching up to sheepishly rub the back of his neck.

“Yeah, me neither. What are you doing here?” I question.

“We’re visiting the hockey team here.”

“This city has a hockey team?” I ask, bewildered.

His laugh rings through the small coffee shop. It’s a beautiful sound that I haven’t heard in a long enough time.

“Do you maybe want to go out tonight? And get some dinner and drinks and just catch up?” He suggests nervously.

“I would love that.”

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 7

Demon! Kim Taehyung x chubby reader

The tales purpose - you accidentally summoned the prince of darkness and now he wants something in return, so he makes you his fiance to trick his father Hades into giving him the crown.

summary - Taehyung doesn’t like the feeling of his new profound emotions but you still contemplate yourself in the presence of the demi-god of love

Genre’s - romance, fantasy, comedy and angst

“Where is she?” Namjoon asked curiously, his large framed glasses sitting neatly on the bridge of his nose as he grasped his books with security, composing himself and then examining his tucked-in button-up “a greeting would have been much delighted” Taehyung snarked making Namjoon internally groan, never missed you, he thought. The comment making Taehyung pout dramatically.

Their figures were drowned out by the population of mortals desiring a decent coffee to begin their day, Taehyung chuckled knowing all too well that most of the coffees sold here were absolutely disgusting but due to the aesthetically pleasing look of the cafe catching the eye of everyone, they assumed it was delicious, wrong.

“Well that wasn’t very nice Namjoonie”

“You guys fought didn’t you” Namjoon fixed his glassed that began to slip, smirking to himself as he watched his friend looked anxiously away and for the first time Namjoon witnessed something other than lust and rage coursing through his demonic friend “I dare not call it a fight maybe somewhat a disagreement” Taehyung cooly played off what clearly was an argument.

“Disagreement in what term?” Namjoon questioned, thanking the waitress who set his iced coffee down onto the table, Taehyung gagged at the smell “the indecency is bewildering, honestly if you can’t make a good coffee why open the shop” he complained completely off task, “focus!!” Namjoon ordered snapping his fingers in the air sassily, gaining a raised brow from the demigod, “someones grew some balls overnight” this sly comment had managed to snap Namjoon catching even himself off guard, he calmly inhaled the fresh scent of coffee beans and untensed his shoulders.

“Why did you call me?” he politely asked taking a sip of his coffee as he hummed in pleasure, the young demigod rubbed a finger between his brows too eager to hide whatever he was supposedly hiding so clearly in his mind yet he couldn’t submit an answer to even himself “you like the girl don’t you” Namjoon blurted.

Taehyungs eyes widened and then he stood up in a hurry “why would you assume such a thing, a mortal, PFT. That’s low even for me Kim Namjoon” Taehyung rambled on and on continuously making up excuses as to why his liking to you was zero to none and all Namjoon did was wait patiently, something he’s good at, analyzing Taehyungs posture, the way his body moves when he speaks. Searching for signs.

“...even the way she frowns when she’s curious just, ugh” he sat back down running a hand through his thick locks so desperate to find the cure to his unknown feelings, Namjoon smiled, not in a condescending way but more in a way where new life and plot was found, in a way that he was beyond happy one could barely measure and it was all because the thought of angsty love softened his heart.

“I’m fucked aren’t I” Namjoon patted his back in reassurance “you’ll be fine plus she doesn’t meet your father anytime soon, it’ll give you more time to assess yourself” but taehyung gazed up at his friend, gazing into his glasses examining his thick lashes all while narrowing his eyes “she meets him tomorrow” He revealed stupidly. Namjoon gasped releasing a loud laugh bounding in fits of wheezy laughter “in more poetic words, thou shall see thy partner in the depths of flames” Namjoon had tears pooling in his eyes as he slapped his thighs turning them light pink.

During his laughter he heard a crack emit from somewhere, opening his eyes as he saw a smug Taehyung through the lens of his cracked glasses “seriously!!, you know your incredibly petty” Namjoon snapped “can’t help it” Taehyung shrugged, Kim Namjoon was once mistaken as a god, even Taehyung couldn’t differ the difference between the intelligent mortal and his own kind due to his own inability of seeking past Namjoons fabricated walls of spells and protections.

They sat in silence for a moment watching the mixture of emotions the little demon phased through, biting and itching at his skin for a few seconds before growling and replacing his lost puppy look with a darkened glare “fuck it” he spat, gripping at the sides of the table hunching his back over it to bend down to his friend who seemed more than disturbed with the outcome of this extremely small talk.

Namjoon shook his head “you can’t go to her in this state Taehyung you must let her be” Namjoon commanded in hushed tones, trying to settle his friends raging feelings “why should I!?! It’s all her fault” The witch shook his head, sighing in a disapproving way as he tilted his head down before gaining the will power to stare into his obsidian orbs once more.

“You have to remember that you, Kim Taehyung, Son of Hades. Let a mere mortal overcome his emotions when all he had to do was his daily duties, one can’t control fate but the past was your mistake she is not to blame but this” now Namjoon stood, strong and powerful, poking at Taehyung’s chest with his middle finger “this thing you call a heart is to blame, you fell before she even had time to know your name” and with that, he left, thanking the barista as the bells chimed upon his exit.

Taehyung breathed heavily, glaring so harshly into the table that began cracking under his fingertips unaware of the crowd of people who gasped as a shaky waitress stumbled her way over to Taehyung, placing a soft hand against his shoulder making Taehyung snap his head in her direction fighting the urge to throw her body across the cafe “sir, a-are y-you alright?” she tried but Taehyung shoved her hand of wincing at the contact.

“I’m fine” he swore harshly, rushing out of the cafe to find you.

……………………………………………………………………….

You walked in the middle of the forest, following the deep muddy path which was created by the multiple cars racing through at odd hours of the day which you weren’t bothered about, you only came here to clear your head of these aching thoughts, the forest did a great deal in this, admiring the tall trees rooting deeply in the earth just like you, who had already removed your shoes palming at the damp floor with your toes as you refreshed your mind.

Although you wished time was no longer a thing, you cursed knowing that it was as the flap of a wing could be heard not too far from you and yet it wasn’t a bird, definitely not, this thing sounded large and the wind blew harshly as it landed just beside you “Hello” a high pitched voice said, out of shook you opened your eyes quickly with the mild pace of your heart racing like it was on a track.

There standing in front of you was jimin, a cute smile on his lips “H-hey” you replied, flinching away from him with a suspicious gaze noticing the effect it had on him, feeling your emotions as if they were his own, he frowned “I’m not a threat, y/n” he tried to place a reassuring hand on you but you continued to flinch causing him to feel a trip of guilt erupting in his stomach “I won’t be too sure about that” you muttered unconsciously, remembering the outburst which happened last night causing you to go through a series of vivid nightmares which still shook your core.

All because Taehyung believed you.

“I assure you y/n, I won’t hurt you I-i just don’t have many people to tag along with so I thought I could possibly tagalongwithyou?” he rushed the ending with his hands crossed neatly behind his back, his eyes no longer existed but moon crescents took their place instead “well if you wanna stand in the dirt with me, then please, feel free” you lowered you guard feeling that he wasn’t, in fact, a threat.

You began to notice his white wings stretching behind his back which brought a gasp from your lips “what is it?” jimin yelled, looking behind his back only to see his own wings of purity behind him “oh, those”

“I didn’t see those at the party” your tone was now laced with curiosity, “just a trick I learnt from my friend to hide them away, some mortals are quite far gone within hade’s underworld that my wings would be cut off and show in pride if I was to show them out in public,” Jimin said sadly, stripping himself of his shoes and digging himself into the cold damp floors just like you “mortals are hilarious” 

Jimin looked at you knowing deep down that those feelings of love were because of the person you were thinking about, getting him all excited after all he was the son of aphrodite “is something, Taehyung would say” he finished for you making you hum in enjoyment.

“What does it feel like?” you blurted out, eyes shut tight with anxiety crippling at your insides but you cleared your thoughts replacing those once dark thoughts with innocence, spiritually holding mother natures hands in your own as you began to relax again “you mean love?” he already knew what you were going to ask, one of his many gifts.

“Yeah” 

“well it’s like a deep intense feeling of warmth, some may not know their in love, some may only come to the conclusion when it’s too late but I’m not too good at explaining it?” you silently agreed with every word.

“Well, now I can admit that I’m glimpsing in love and I don’t know if I wanna fall deeper or run”

(I’m back but not for too long cause I’ve had this in my drafts for a while soo I thought why not also happy new years, my loves, following this chapter will be another chapter for our water spirited friend Jeon Jungkook, please comment and or reblog I’m not too fussed if you don’t at all, xoxo.)

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[sirsharp-a]

My Conscience is Clean. ❜

Summary:  Edgar can be an idiot but God was a bigger one this time around. Warnings:  Brief mentions of abuse/sexual assault, though nothing in detail Parts:  Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3  |  Part 4 ( here! )  |

    His grief was insurmountable.

    “I trust you have made your peace with the end,”   Raku said as tentatively as he could, small form gradually sinking until he could sit next to Edgar at the edge of No Man’s Bluff.  The ground was cold.  The moon, round and full, gave off a ghostly glow.  Their silhouettes looked borderline comedic beside one another, one tall and distinctive while the other was a short stubby mass.

    The lye was silent for a while, black eyes affixed on the abyss in front of him.  To him, it was like staring into a mirror.  In a voice filled with vitriol:   “... rest assured, there will be no peace.”

    I will linger in the void as a ghost.                                My spite will blacken your name, enter your blood as venom.

    “Edgar…”   The deity sighed, eyes closing tiredly.   “This is the best way forward.  You know that I do not want to do this.”

    “I don’t want to hear it,”   he spat.  In the moment, his words were more poisonous than he was.   “Just get this over with.  There is nothing I can do.  Screaming and crying about it will only make me look weaker.  I am not weak.”

    The last thing he wanted to do was sit there and accept it, but he knew deep down that there was truly no way to avoid this outcome.  The God had already made up his mind, and he was powerless to stop the chain of events that would ultimately result in his demise.  He had spent millennia outfoxing the smartest of people:  white collar criminals who had the money to buy their freedom whenever they screwed up;  threatening organised gang units who didn’t fear the law; other lyes that were, at least on surface level, ‘more’ than he was.  This, though…  this was a fight that he could not win.  There was no element of chess, no wit to be challenged  -  there was fate, and there was a cold chasm, and that was that.

                                                                                                    Grace…

    Every time her name resurfaced in his brain, his heart began to ache all over again.  It hadn’t stopped since their last night together, her touch both soothing and scalding as he revelled in its undeniable purity, but thinking of her made it hurt more.  Though he tried ever so hard not to, he couldn’t help but yearn for her.

    How could I let myself fall in love again?     How could I let my feelings be returned?     How could I even think about leaving her behind?

                                                                     There has to be  SOMETHING  I can do--                                                                                       -- there’s  nothing  I can do.

    An ear twitched as his maker’s voice drew him back to the present.  He found Raku floating in front of him, held aloft by unbridled power, short black legs slightly bent as he relaxed above the open pit as if suspended by string cast down from the Heavens.   “... pardon?”

    “Kneel,”   he repeated, gesturing to the ground with his head.  

    After a moment of hesitation, Edgar realised that he was on his feet.  He didn’t remember getting up, nor did he recall having the strength to do so.  This entire thing has taken a toll on me.  I’m not weak but I feel it.  I feel so wrought with depression and anguish that I don’t want to move.  Every time I need to get up, there’s a great ache in my bones that won’t dissipate.

    Edgar shook his head.   “No.”

    He felt it then:  a steady pressure making a home on his shoulders.  It was light at first, though the longer he remained standing, the more harsh it became.  Eventually, he was trembling with the effort it took to remain upright, legs wobbling like jelly before a final barrage of metaphysical energy saw them giving out beneath him, knees hitting the cold rock formation beneath him with a dull thud.  A flush of shame coated the back of his neck, teeth bared in a furious snarl as he glared up at the deity.

    “I said kneel.”

    “Fuck what you said,”   Edgar growled, bile transforming into a tiny ball of molten venom. Without thinking, the lye spat it at the saviour, eyes flashing a menacing white as he did.  It shot a clean hole through the deity’s robe, material fizzling with raw energy, and the shocked sound that he made sent a bolt of pleasure through Edgar’s core.   “I won’t ask for forgiveness, even though my end is nigh.  I don’t require it.  My conscience is clean.”

    I’m not your bitch.  I’ll never  be  your bitch.                                     You may take my life but you will never take my rage.

    He zoned out again.  Even when the God glowed a bright white light that hurt his eyes, he remained unresponsive, refusing to give him even an ounce more of his acknowledgement.  How dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get?  You don’t deserve my tears, or my pleas, or my apologies.  I’ll never--

    “Stop!”

    -- stop, I’ll never stop, I’ll--

                                                                                       … stop?

    As Edgar’s head slowly inclined, he realised that Raku was no longer looking at him but off to the side, large blade seemingly crafted out of pure  light  held stationary above his head. Gradually, Edgar’s line of sight followed suit, landing on none other than Grace.  Could you feel my longing?  Is that what led you to me?

    Simultaneously:

                                   “Who are you?”                                    “Grace…”

    When she was close enough to the scene, her form shifted, golden hair and striking blue eyes replacing her animalistic visage as she skidded to a stop beside her lover.  Even on his knees, he was more than half of her height.

    “What’re you doing?”   the Alpha asked through clenched teeth, feeling a searing pain blooming in his chest.  Not only was it shameful to be seen in such a defeated position, he couldn’t bear to make her watch him die.  You seeing me take my final breath…  it will change you.

    “I read your stupid letter--”   she seethed, looking at him with such scorn that it burned. Though he opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off:   “How could you address that to me?!   You idiot--”

    “Grace--”

    “YOU IDIOT--”   She had a funny way of making him feel  grateful  for having his intelligence demeaned, but in this case it only wounded him.  It wasn’t even the insult to his pride that stung-- it was the  tears  welling up in her eyes, the strong woman that he knew crumbling at the seams. He couldn’t enjoy her misery in the same way that he could other peoples’.  Grace Adler in tears was a heart-breaking sight to behold, one that chewed at what little was left of his heart.  Please stop.  Please, please don’t cry.

    Grace sank to her knees in front of him, ignoring Raku completely, trembling hands reaching up to cup the sides of Edgar’s face.   “You can’t go.  You can’t.”   She fought against the gentle coil of his fingers around her wrists, refusing to allow him to guide her away from him.   “Y-You can’t confess your feelings to me and then just vanish…  y-you can’t do that, Eddie… please don’t do that to me…”

    “I don’t have a choice--”

    “You have a choice!”   Beneath it all, she knew that what he was saying was true.  She just didn’t want to  accept it.   He’s wonderful, powerful, smart as can be…  but that’s nothing to a God.  Bitterly, fingers lightly digging into his skin:   “I  won’t  forgive you if you do this to me.  I won’t.”

    The change in his face shattered her in two.  She witnessed the last little spark of hope in his eyes die, brows arching as he stared at her wordlessly, helplessly.  His dim gaze averted sullenly from hers, focused on the dead rock beneath him.  In a tight voice:   “...  I suppose that is what I deserve.”

    “Edgar…”

    Her ears swivelled the opposite way when she heard shifting behind her.

    “Grace…”   Despite his self-righteousness, Raku’s voice was soft.   “Please step aside.  Don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”

    “I refuse to leave him alone,”   she hissed, glaring daggers at him as soon as she’d turned her head.  Though she could feel Edgar’s hand pressing gently against her side, as if urging her away from him, she remained adamantly in place.  Teeth were bared in a defensive snarl, venom pooling at the corners of her mouth.   “I  WON’T  let you take him from me!”

    That seemed to startle the deity somewhat.  Slowly, his weapon was lowered to his side, glowing blade matching the pallid white of his robe.  The hole that Edgar had made was now gone, no evidence of his defiance left behind.

    “I understand that you’re angry...  but you don’t see the big picture, Grace,”   Raku began solemnly, stance now more open and patient.   “His continued existence is dangerous.  He is living on borrowed time.  He--”

    “I DON’T CARE.”   The woman stood up with a stomp of her feet, fiery indignation threatening to burn her alive.  Even in her fury, she knew that she was behaving rashly.  This was her creator…  her  maker;  the one she would answer to when all was said and done.  Nevertheless, her life was as good as over if she lost Edgar now.  It had been so long since she had been granted happiness;  whether his behaviour was birthed out of lust and a desire to meddle with her feelings or not, it didn’t matter.  The end result was something real;  something that, now that she’d felt it, she couldn’t live without.   “A-All of your excuses…  every single one of them, they’re not good enough for me.  CHOKE  ON  THEM!”

    As much as she resented it, she could feel herself getting emotional.  Her eyes burned;  her throat felt tight;  her heart ached so fiercely that she felt it would burst.  Arms wrapped around herself, squeezing her frame tight as she tried to resist the urge to scream--  to jump off of the edge of the bluff--  to hurl herself at her lord and saviour and send them  both  spiralling into the dark below.

    “It feels like you don’t see the big picture,”   she uttered ruefully, voice wobbling, nails digging into her arms as she shook.  Though Raku was barely over a foot tall, his effortless hover made her feel small in his wake, like an ant staring up at an incoming boot.   “If you did, you’d know that killing Edgar is just as dangerous.  It tells me that you don’t  UNDERSTAND  all that he’s done for so many people!  It shows me that you just want somebody to be the villain, and of course it would be a lye.”   She wasn’t stupid;  she knew that Edgar wasn’t perfect.  On the contrary, she knew all too well that he was a sadistic creature that longed only for his own entertainment…  but he had always been good to her.  To his creed.  To his friends. And, as far as she was concerned, they were the ones who mattered.   “Business…  all the people that needed help and he was there to offer them it--”

    “Through abusing his abilities--”

    “It doesn’t matter!”   Grace exclaimed fiercely, teeth grit tight.   “He was there, and he was honest.  Those people needed help and he gave them it.  He didn’t need to use his powers for that but he did.  He helped the weak.  The defenceless.  Those that were trapped in horrible situations and couldn’t do anything about it themselves.  Abuse victims. Homeless people.  Young children.  Poor people.  All people who were suffering the weight of this place.  The place that you made.”   She didn’t wait to see if Raku had opened his mouth to rebuke her, nor did she look behind her to discern whether Edgar approved of her running her mouth or not.   “They’ll all be out a hero.  And his creed…  they’ll be out a leader.  You made lyes, right?  You know what happens when they’re gone.”

    “...”

    “Aléjandro Murphy.  He told me all about the time that you revealed yourself to him and a handful of others.  He’s a huro you look up to very much because of the family that he belongs to;  he’ll be out a dear friend.  Deeana Braav, a woman who treated you with extreme kindness while you were busy hiding from war;  she will lose the man who killed her abusive ex, the man who freed her.  Ivan Mox, the one I call my brother, will lose a steady beacon of support.  Huron will be out one of the first inter-species establishments that has existed.  And I…”   She felt a sob slip past her lips, even in spite of how vehemently she was trying to hold it back.   “I’ll lose all that makes me happy.  Y-You’re God…  you know the life I’ve lived--”

    “I don’t know,”   Raku interjected.

    “Then let me educate you.”   I refuse to let you take control of this conversation.  When all is said and done, you have the last call anyway.  This is the last and only chance, and I intend to take it.   “I was taken advantage of.  I was beaten and battered by my first Alpha;  raped and bred by my second.  It’s funny to me that the Alpha you want to kill off is the one that gave me everything.  Even when I was rude to him.  Even when I bared my teeth and insulted him.  Even after I acted like a little brat, because I didn’t know h-how to--  h-how--”   She paused to sniffle, furiously wiping at her eyes.  Don’t start crying now.  Don’t you  dare  lose it now.   “... h-how to deal with my--  deal with all that I’d been forced to live through…  a-and endure…  and he was  STILL  THERE.”   She’d long since learned that tears burned much like shame did.  As they trailed down her cheeks, she found that she could do nothing to stop them. How is this justice?  How does killing him resolve anything?  It’s your fault he’s even here again in the first place.  You  unleashed this ‘evil’ yourself.  The weight of the situation was steadily crushing her, an uprising surge of panic and grief threatening to submerge her.  After snivelling meekly, she doubled down, feet planted firmly on the ground, hands curled into defiant little balls.   “I won’t leave him behind.  If you want to get to him, you’ll have to go through me.  ”

     Could you do that, Lord?  Could you damn an innocent soul just for acting earnestly?

    “Grace…”   The God’s blade vanished, the small creature floating closer to her.   “You have to understand, this is for the best.”

    “For WHO?!”   she shrieked.   “For YOU, that’s who.  Not for me.  Not for him.  Not for the hundreds of people he’s helped.”    Everything  hurt.  Her chest ached every time she took a breath.  Her vision blurred a little more every time she blinked.  The tremors wracking her body left her feeling frazzled and exhausted.  In a more resigned tone:   “If he goes, so do I.”

    “Grace…!”   She turned back to see Edgar staring at her, wide-eyed and urgent.   “Please step back.  Don’t say th--”

    “I’m tired, Eddie,”   the scout interrupted, voice worn and weary as she looked down at him. Her hands reached out, gently touching the sides of his face again.   “... I’m so tired of living so precariously.  I want to be happy.  I want to feel stable.  I get those things when I’m with you.”   She smiled a weak smile, sinking to her knees before him once more.  Though she couldn’t stop crying, she nestled her face into his chest, relishing in the warmth, in the familiar scent.   “I always respected you for giving me choices.  I’d like to be allowed to make this final one.  If Raku takes you away, I’ll be close behind.”

    “... how…?”

    “We’re on the edge of a cliff, Edgar.”

    His arms wound tightly around her then, like an anaconda threatening to squeeze the life out of its prey.  She didn’t resist;  only nuzzled closer, his warmth soothing the terror inside.  You can’t fix me.  You never could.  But you can make things better.

    The God stared wordlessly at the couple, their wholesome embrace sending a chill down the length of his spine.  The whole time he’d thought to pursue this line of action, he hadn’t considered the possibility that Edgar was in a genuine, loving relationship.  The deity knew very well of Edgar’s sweet nothings;  of his momentary fascinations with ‘perfect’ women, only for it to sour when they displeased him in some way.  A hopeless romantic--  but a twisted one, too. One obsessed with fairytale-esque connections  -  and one who grew angry when the picture-perfect moment was soiled.  One argument was all it took.  One little blunder that most didn’t even consider a mistake…  but there was no faking the hurt on his face.  The way he clung to her was nothing short of desperate--  as if she was all he had.  Perhaps that was true.

    Was I…  wrong?  Did this little crusade of mine go too far?     Was there some element of truth to this murderer’s outrage?     Was the idea to raise damned souls from the dirt a twisted one after all?     Why do I feel like  I’m  the bad guy...?

    It had never failed him before.  Edgar was the first and only example of a hybrid lye far out-lasting its given time.  But just because his methods had succeeded in the past, itdidn’t mean that they were necessarily ethical.  A bad man Edgar Romero had been…  but a tortured one too.

    Would you have travelled that same path had you not lost everything?     Could I have done something?

    Briefly, he thought about all the positive things that he had accomplished during his first life. He’d done all he could for his family, bent over backwards to work and provide for them;  he’d been a fair, honest businessman who hadn’t resorted to trickery or fraud;  he’d incited positive political change, both as a protestor and as a public figure.  Saying ‘no’ to those above him when he felt that they were wrong…  he’d always done that  -  even before he’d lost his family.

    Are you saying ‘no’ to me in that same fashion too?

    “Perhaps…”   The God hesitated, before sinking to the ground.  Small black feet were soundless as they touched the rock below.  I honestly don’t know if I have the  bottle  for this regardless.  Killing somebody willingly...  it’s a horrifying concept, even if it’s for the greater good.  I was never too good at the ‘punishment’ part, was I, Al?  Though neither of the lyes turned or looked up to regard him, both sets of ears had swivelled in his direction.  They were listening, even if they were doing so begrudgingly.   “... perhaps there is another way.”