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nialovessatoru · 18 days ago

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Baptized in Fear

accused witch! reader x king’s investigator! geto

mdni!

content: 1600’s historical au, smut, explicit sexual descriptions, misogyny (not from geto), mentions of witch trials, religion, death, violence, false accusations, geto has a strong sense of justice

word count: 2.7k

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you don’t know what their last straw was.

was it when you corrected that one man about the berries being highly poisonous?

was it when you told a few drunkards to leave that poor lady alone?

or was it maybe when said lady turned on you a few days later, claiming you had bewitched her husband?

it didn’t matter, in here, not with the cold, humid, hard stone you were sitting on in the dark cell with only a single, barred window to allow a glimpse of light inside.

you sat numbly, awaiting a trial you knew would fail you the same way it has any woman before you.

it’s not that you weren’t scared at all, but what was the point of fear, if there was no hope?

you may aswell just resign and not give anyone the satisfaction of breaking you down mentally before they did it physically.

the sound of boots clinking against the hard, stone floor echoed down the corridor. the steps didn’t sound like the heavy stomps of the guards, or the hurried shuffles of a priest coming to pray and spray you with holy water, as if you were a misbehaving cat.

these steps were deliberate and confident. whoever this man was, he moved like he was in control. which, you supposed, he probably was, if he was walking to your cell at this hour.

you didn’t look up when his keys unlocked the door, didn’t look up as he stepped inside, only lifting your head when his oddly soft and alluring, albeit firm and decisive voice broke the silence. “you are the young woman they call satan’s underling.”

it was hard to distinguish his figure in the dark cell with no daylight shining through, only scarcely lit by the candle in his hand. you only make out his long black hair, framing what seemed to be a handsome face from what you could make out and his tall statue, looming over your form on the floor. you spotted what looked like a badge of some sort, seemingly indicating a higher rank. it didn’t intimidate you, your fate was already sealed. you merely responded with a low hum.

“so they say.”

“indeed.”

there was a pause, in which you concluded, he must he some sort of official. higher ranked than any guard, lesser than the priest, although his presence seemed as if it were able to command even the bringer of the lord’s words.

you didn’t beg, or cry, or curse at him, only asked if he believed in them.

“i’ve met them. you’re not one.

the real devils are not amongst the women striving to survive, they’re the men tying them down. the same ones calling themselves a devoted follower of our lord, while they burn down the women they vowed to protect.”

his words resonated deeply with you, making you pause. he said it with such assuredness and a sense of righteousness, sounded so disgusted by the men he was talking about. you wondered if that’s why he was here. if he came to serve justice.

“so what are you then? the executioner or a savior?”

his lips curled slightly, not quite a smirk, more of a tired smile.

“neither. but you’re free to see me as you will.”

“did you come to assess if i shall be subject to being burned at stake, being drowned as the town cheers or merely public harassment and shame?” there it was, your voice sharpening slightly, tinged with sarcasm and full of mockery. the same tone that made them call you wicked.

“i came”, he didn’t. didn’t even flinch or raise a brow in disdain at your defiance. his voice was steady, measured, contempt shining through with each word uttered, “to ask why the accusations are conveniently always beautiful women not obliging men, and in fact, why the guilty are never said debauched men themselves.”

leaning down, he cut the ropes on your wrists with a knife and helped you up, despite your reluctance. his warm hands were a welcome comfort to your frigid body.

“i’ll get you out. follow me, before the real devil’s apprentices demand for you to do the same.”

you did. maybe he was lying, maybe he was just as much of a scum as the men he seemed to loathe. but you didn’t have anything to lose. though, something (perhaps it was the little naive splinter of hope left in you) told you he was being sincere and it ignited a familiar spark of curiosity.

“will you tell me who you are?”

outside, with the moonlight illuminating the village, you were finally able to properly see his features, which made you hold your breath for a moment. he was gorgeous. turning to look at you with his lips in a small smile, purple eyes crinkled lightly with it. fair, flawless skin framed by dark, silky strands of hair, tied into a half bun.

“Geto Suguru. investigator for the crown. i am looking into the rising number of witch trials in this area.”

the number was indeed rising rapidly. you believed you were the third case in your immediate neighbourhood in merely two weeks.

“how many have you saved?”

you could see his gaze shift to the floor, expression bitter as his fist clenched.

“not nearly enough. the people tend to disregard justice in the name of fear or the anticipation of a grande spectacle. they dare sully the name of the lord for their heinous crimes and never face consequences. such blasphemy and blatant evil all because they cannot fathom a free, unrestrained woman.”

his jaw was clenched, even after silence had settled over both of you, while he was leading you— somehwere you noticed, you hadn’t cared to ask in the small glimmer of hope that wherever it was, you would be safe there. you understood his contempt better than anyone. but you were wary. he was a man. one in power just like them. there was no guarantee that he was sincere, even if you desperately wanted him to be. defiant as you were, you could easily try to push him to reveal his true colors.

“you speak boldly for a man in their pocket.”

“i am in no one’s pocket.”, he paused slightly, voice firmer, but not unkind, resuming walking, “i answer only to the crown. and even then… not unconditionally.”

your lips parted to retort something but the words died on your tongue when he continued.

“the law is futile and corrupt, if it fails to protect all of its subjects, as is any ruler enforcing it. i strive to protect the ones i can to the best of my abilities. and one day, the monsters shall be punished and the people freed.”

you both reached a carriage and he opened the door for you.

“so no, i am not in their pocket. i would not fit in.”

despite your instincts telling you to be wary, your doubts slowly dissolved. any man who wanted to chain you down, simply would have done that. there was no need for these carefully crafted lies, this act. and he was unlocking the chains, not tightening them. giving you freedom to get into the carriage or run and be on your own.

so you got in.

not because you trusted him, but because you wanted to believe him. needed someone to share your hatred and anger at the injustices that make this world rot to its core.

his home was larger than any you had seen before, warmed by a fire and sparsely furnished, clean and practical.

at first, he didn’t say anything, only removed his coat and watched you with a certain softness in his gaze. it wasn’t quite pity, more like understanding what it was like to disguise your pain as pride.

after a few minutes of having left into another room, he came back and told you that he had prepared a bath and some clean clothes for you. but you kept standing there, staring at him for a moment.

he took your hand in his, not grabbing it or squeezing it, only laying it loosely in his warm one as if to reassure you.

“you can rest here. i promise you, no one will harm you. i will not do anything, should you not wish for me to.” with that, he let your hand drop to your side again and you forced a small nod, heading to his bathroom.

you came back outside, dressed in the thin linen cloth, clinging to your damp skin, hair still dripping.

he looked up from where he was sat at the fire and motioned for you to sit wherever you wanted to. you picked the spot on the chaise lounge next to him. both of your curious eyes fixed on eachother, yours guarded, his unwavering and tinged with softness.

“what is it you want from me?”

“nothing.”, he tilted his head at you, looking over your form, fixing onto the spot where your thighs almost touched. “not unless you want something from me.”

“and if i do?”

his eyes snapped back to yours, filled with something intense, but reluctant.

“you only need to ask.”

as you moved closer to him, your thighs touching his, the linen clothes that were too big for you slipped from your shoulder, and you let it.

his hand came up, brushing the skin of your shoulder so light, it was barely even a touch. it left a trail of fire under your skin, over your neck and collarbone, resting there when you leaned in, face only inches from his.

“say it.”, he whispered, voice low, “if you want this.”

you didn’t. only took his hand in yours and brought it to your breast, pressing his palm against the soft flesh while looking into his eyes.

you could hear his breath hitch as he slowly trailed his fingers over your nipple, sending surges of pleasure through you, but he shook his head, leaning closer, his breath ghosting your lips. “i need you to use your words, beautiful.”

“i want you.” you began, making him breath in your words as you already brushed his lips with yours in a soft kiss. “touch me, geto.”

and he did, allowing his hand to finally squeeze your breast, his other hand hoisted you into his lap by your hip. “it’s suguru.”

grinding down in his lap, feeling his hardening cock against your core through the thin layers of clothes, you repeated his name. the sound of your breathy voice whispering his name into the hungry kisses you shared, drove him crazy.

involuntarily he bucked his hips up into yours, you could feel the delicious friction of his large cock against your needy cunt and grinded down against him harder.

his hands roamed over your figure and stripped the rest of the linen cloth off of your form, your own hands were fumbling with his clothes.

he layed you down on your back and removed his clothes, your breath hitched and thighs clenched together when you saw that his form was indeed broad and not only due to his attire, his muscles defined, skin littered with scars, a few small ones and two big ones over his chest.

and then there was his lower half, his erect cock thick and long, the tip flushed with arousal and coated in precum, which he used to stroke his length for a few times before climbing over you.

instead of his cock, however, you felt two fingers collect your slick, rubbing it along your folds and then sinking in, making you gasp, while he groaned, “you’re so tight…”

his fingers started thrusting into you slowly, curling just right, making you moan his name, “s-suguru”

he murmured against your collarbone between kisses, “i know. just relax.”

your back arched off the chaise when he pulled his fingers out to rub your clit, mouth falling open in silent moans.

he kept circling it even after the first high had passed, making your legs twitch slightly, “tell me you want me.”

and you did, hands clasping his bicep as he kept the rhythm of his ministrations up, threatening to push you over the edge again, “i- i want you— ah— please, suguru.”

he chuckled and removed his hand from your cunt and instead you felt his the tip cock sliding into your wet cunt, stretching you out.

he groaned, “you’re so tight..”, lose strands of his silky black hair hanging down from his face, your hands tangled in them on the back of his head as he nestled the entire length of his cock inside of you.

a shaky moan escaped your lips when he bottoms out and sunk back into your cunt. he repeated the movement over and over in an agonisingly slow but deep manner, each thrust knocked the breath out of your lungs. one particularly deep thrust made your hands involuntarily pull on his hair, to which he increased the pace, his hands held your hips in place as his cock slid right back inside your cunt with obscene squelching noises from your arousal.

after few more thrusts you could already feel yourself clenching around him again and he pressed a palm flat over your stomach, “fuck… do you feel me? feel how deep i am inside of you?”, his hands applies the slightest pressure, “right here.” and it made you see stars as you fell apart on his cock with a soft cry, your pussy spasmed and clenched around his still pistoning cock.

he followed right after you, pulling out just in time to release his warm, sticky cum over your thighs.

he let you catch your breath, peppering kisses over your cheek while you did.

eventually he cleaned you up and carried you into his bed.

you laid in his bed, limbs tangled under his sheets, embracing eachother for a while.

his hand was gently stroking your back when he broke the silence first. “i’ll clear your name.” his voice was quiet but certain, “you’ll be free again.”

you stayed in his hold, it sounded too good to be true. “they’ll find new reasons.”

he was silent for a moment, the hand that was stroking the skin of your back stilled.

“you could stay with me.”

you lifted your head go look at him, mouth agape, but he spoke before you could.

“my living quarters are large enough, you’d have your own space. i won’t ask anything of you.”

his hand found your cheek, cradling it in his palm. “you wouldn’t need to hide. you’d barely even have to see me if you don’t want to.”

you allowed yourself to lean into his palm. “why would you do that for me?” he’d done more than enough already.

“because you shouldn’t have to live in fear and poverty.”

about to retort that you didn’t want his kindness due to pity for you, when he already added, more firmly, “it’s not because i feel sorry for you. i admire you. for keeping your head held high and not mincing your words even when the situation was hopeless. you’re strong. stronger than any of them could ever dream to be.”

your breath catches in your throat at how sincere he sounds.

“you frighten them because they can’t own you. and i want you to know that i have no intention of trying. the choice will always be yours when you’re with me.”

the defenses in your heart lowered the slightest bit, not because you believed in safety or salvation, but because you believed him.

and you yearned for what he offered. even if you barely knew eachother and maybe never would, even if this is the closest you’ll ever get to freedom, still formally under a man, even if you’d forever be restricted in certain ways, you knew he was the only option you had to even come close to freedom or fairness or control.

so you nodded slowly.

“i’ll consider it.”

and if— when you stayed, you’d embrace every privilege he granted you, use every opportunity to speak your mind, make your own choices and voice your anger, unashamed and fearless

for all the women who never could.

and he’d let you.

grieve and seethe with you for every woman he wouldn’t be able to save.

and if the world would end up burning you regardless, at least you wouldn’t be alone.

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ateezscupid · 4 months ago

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─── FEB FILTH FEST: Baptized in Fear - VAMPIRE ♡

SUMMARY / Living in a deeply religious village where sin is feared, and anything supernatural is considered the devil's doing, you can't fight temptation upon seeing these two.

warnings ✩ SMUT, DOM/SUB dynamics, catholic themes, dom!hongjoong, dom!jongho, sub!reader, fem!reader, human!reader, vampire!hongjoong and jongho, 1800s au, vampire au, average religious girl x demon trope, reader is a serious catholic, unprotected sex, slight corruption kink, size difference/kink (both are bigger than reader), reader is a virgin, oral (f), fingering (f), praise and degradation, pet names (angel, princess, my love)

word count ✩ 4,28k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @shinebyeoli @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia @aurorasjoongie@seonghwaswifeuuu

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

You hummed a song under your breath as you strolled through the forest, your fingertips grazing the velvety petals of wildflowers. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. It was your sanctuary, a place where you could escape the whispers and stares of the village that had become increasingly suffocating. The tune was one your mother used to sing to you, a lullaby that had always brought comfort, even in the darkest of times.

You bent down to pluck a particularly vibrant bouquet of blossoms, their colors stark against the emerald sea of grass. The flowers whispered secrets to you as they danced in the gentle breeze, secrets that only the forest knew and was willing to share with those who took the time to listen. As you straightened, you felt the first twinge of awareness, a tickle at the back of your neck. You turned, expecting to see a deer or a fox, but instead, your eyes met the unblinking gazes of two figures standing at the edge of the clearing.

You squint assuming they were taking a stroll through the forest, as one does, but as you took a closer look, your heart skipped a beat. The figures that emerged from the shadows were not the village folk you were accustomed to. Their skin was pale, almost translucent, and their eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light that sent shivers down your spine. They were vampires, creatures of the night, and in the folklore of your village, they were the harbingers of sin and temptation.

You gasp softly hoping they didn't notice you, your heart hammering like a drum in your chest. The vampires stepped into the sunlit glade, their movements as graceful as the shadows they usually inhabited. Their clothes, though tattered and aged, clung to their figures with a hint of the grandeur they once had. They approached you with an eerie calmness that seemed to silence even the chirping of the birds.

"Oh my," Hongjoong grinned as he stepped closer, his fangs glinting in the dappled sunlight. "A mortal in our midst. How utterly… charming."

"She's so small." Jongho observed, his voice a soft caress in the quiet of the forest. "Why is she alone by herself?"

You almost dropped your basket of flowers in surprise as the two vampires emerged from the shadows, their eyes locked onto you like predators spotting their prey. The song on your lips withered into a gasp. Your heart thudded in your chest like a wild animal trying to break free. You knew the stories, you knew the horrors they could inflict, and now you were face-to-face with them.

You started mumbling a prayer under your breath. "Wh-what do you want from me?" You took a cautious step back, your eyes darting for an escape route.

"Not much," Hongjoong examined your outfit, messing with the headscarf you had on. "Religious, I presume?"

You nodded, your voice trembling. "The village… they'll come for me soon."

"What kind of village sends you into a forest by yourself with no protection?" Jongho wondered aloud, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"What are they going to do? Spray us with holy water?" Hongjoong laughed, the sound echoing through the forest like a sinister bell.

You took another step back, your heart racing faster. "Please, don't hurt me," you pleaded, clutching your bouquet tightly. The vampires exchanged a knowing glance before Hongjoong leaned in closer, his breath cold against your neck.

"We won't." Hongjoong tilts his head. "Too beautiful to bite."

Jongho smirks. "Unless you're more tempting than you look."

You swallowed hard, the bouquet of wildflowers shaking in your grasp. "I… I don't…" you were so conflicted. They were, quite literally, gorgeous. But you knew the horrors of what they were capable of. "What do you mean?"

Hongjoong's smile grew wider, revealing his sharp fangs once again. "We can sense the purity in your soul," he whispered, his breath sending a chill down your spine. "It's like a beacon in this dull, lifeless world."

"I'm saving myself for my husband." you say firmly, hoping your voice didn't betray your fear.

Hongjoong's eyes flashed with something akin to amusement. "Ah, a virtuous one," he mused, stepping back. "Fear not, we're not here to claim you as our meal. At least, not without your permission."

Jongho stepped forward, his gaze intense and searching. "Your fear is delicious, but your purity is what truly intrigues us. Tell us, why do you roam here alone?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "I… I was sent to gather herbs for the village healer." The words came out in a rush, your eyes never leaving the vampires. "I offered to help."

"Ohh, our girl is a helper." Hongjoong's eyes lit up, his curiosity piqued. "Well, that makes you even more interesting." He leaned in closer, his gaze searching your eyes. "What's your name?"

You didn't answer, taking a few steps back. The vampires watched you, their interest growing with every moment of silence. "It's… It's Y/N." You whispered finally.

"Well, Y/N…" Hongjoong placed his hand on your cheek. "Will you allow us one bite?"

You froze, the coldness of his touch seeping into your skin. "N-no," you stammered. The thought of being bitten by two vampires was terrifying, but at the same time, they were…very hot. Your mind was plagued with so many nasty and unholy images.

But Hongjoong's touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the horror you've been taught about their kind. His thumb traced the line of your jaw as he studied your face. "One little bite," he coaxed, his voice as smooth as silk. "It won't kill you, and it might just change your life."

"We could be your first," you didn't even see Jongho appear behind you, his hands on your waist. His breath tickled the shell of your ear. "Your first taste of something forbidden."

You felt trapped between the two of them, their cold, yet strangely comforting, bodies. The vampires weren't attacking you, but they weren't letting you go either. Their eyes bore into you, as if they were looking into the very depths of your soul.

"I-I can't," you whispered, trying to pull away. "It's a sin."

"All can be forgiven." Hongjoong's eyes searched yours, the light in them seeming to dance like candle flames. "Especially when the sin is as sweet as your blood will be."

You felt a strange warmth spread through your body, one that didn't just come from fear but from something… else. The vampires' proximity was intoxicating, their otherness a siren's call that whispered of experiences beyond the stifling confines of your village. Jongho's grip on your waist tightened gently, his breath hot against your neck. "We're not asking for much," he murmured.

You closed your eyes, trying to remember the scriptures, the warnings of the priest. But their touch, their words, it was all so… tempting. "I don't know if I can," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "What will happen to me?"

"You won't turn. We'd have to… indulge much more for that to happen," Hongjoong spoke with a smirk, his thumb brushing your pulsing vein. "We just wish to taste the innocence that flows through you, a taste of your skin, your innocence…"

The warmth grew, becoming a tingling sensation that spread through your body like wildfire. You felt your resolve wavering. The idea of being bitten by a creature of the night was sinful, but the thought of feeling something other than fear and duty was… tempting. "Just one bite?"

"One," Jongho promised, his voice a seductive purr. "And we will leave you untouched, your purity intact."

"What if…" you gulp. "W-What if we went further…?"

"Then we'd be having sex in the middle of the forest, my love." Hongjoong's grin was wolfish.

That sent a heat flash straight through your body, your thighs instinctively rubbing together. The thought of losing your virginity to these…things was not what you had planned. "I-I… I shouldn't." But your voice was weak, the words barely leaving your lips.

"It'll feel so good," Jongho whispered, his hands moving from your waist to your shoulders, his thumbs brushing the bare skin at the base of your neck. "You won't regret it."

You bit your bottom lip, the temptation almost too much to bear. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Jongho's gaze. He leaned closer, his breath hot on your neck. "Let us in," he whispered. And before you knew it, his lips were on the skin of your neck, not biting, just… tasting. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you felt your knees go weak.

"That's it…" Hongjoong's voice was a dark whisper, his hand sliding down to your wrist, feeling the pulse that quickened with every touch. "Let go of your fear, and let us in." His fangs grazed the tender skin of your neck, sending a jolt of terror mixed with an inexplicable thrill through your veins.

You couldn't help but moan, Jongho's hands reaching dangerously close to your chest. You felt the fabric of your dress tighten against your skin as your breath grew shallower. Your thoughts swirled with confusion and temptation. The vampires' touch was like nothing you've ever felt before—exciting and terrifying all at once.

"Y/N," Hongjoong whispered your name, his breath cold and tantalizing. "Do you truly wish to be with us?" His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt or fear.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," you breathed out, the word leaving your mouth with the sweetness of a forbidden fruit.

Hongjoong's grin grew wider, his fangs sharper. He leaned in closer, his breath cool and sweet, and then you felt it—a pinprick of pain as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your neck. A gasp escaped your lips, but it quickly turned into a moan as a wave of pleasure washed over you, the likes of which you had never experienced. The pain was fleeting, replaced by a sensation that was both heavenly and sinful.

Jongho watched with hungry eyes as Hongjoong's mouth worked gently on your neck. He could see the bliss etched on your face, feel the pulse of your blood speeding up. He leaned in, unable to resist the temptation anymore, and took your trembling hand in his, bringing it to his own mouth. He kissed your fingertips, his eyes never leaving yours. The gesture was tender, but the promise in his gaze was anything but innocent.

You gasped as a new sensation of pleasure shot through you, your hand shaking as you felt his fangs graze the soft skin of your palm. The vampire's eyes were full of a dark yearning that sent a thrill down your spine. "Do you feel that?" He murmured against your skin. "The power you have over us?"

You nodded, your breath hitching as the tip of his fang pierced the delicate barrier of your flesh. A warm, metallic taste filled your mouth as a single drop of blood beaded up. You watched, entranced, as Jongho licked it away, his eyes closing in ecstasy. "Your blood is like liquid fire," he moaned.

Hongjoong pulled away as gently as he could, his eyes never leaving yours, a drop of your blood staining his bottom lip. He looked at your neck, the small wound already starting to heal. "You taste like the purest spring water," he murmured.

He kissed over the wound, slowly moving down your body as Jongho released your hand, his eyes locked onto your face. You felt the warmth of his mouth on your collarbone, and the pressure of his fangs was almost imperceptible as they grazed your skin. The vampires moved in tandem, their touches feather-light, yet filled with a power that sent shockwaves through your body.

"You're so warm," Jongho murmured, his hands sliding up to cup your face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips were cold, but the passion behind them was like a flame. You felt yourself leaning into it, your own fears and inhibitions melting away under the onslaught of sensations.

Hongjoong lifted your dress slightly, his hands cool and firm on your thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of terror and excitement that made your heart race. His fangs grazed the inside of your thigh, and you felt a shiver run through your body.

"You're so warm," he murmured, his voice filled with a hunger that was palpable.

Jongho pulled away from the kiss, holding your chin and forcing you to look down. "Look," he whispered in your ear. Hongjoong's fingers traced over your underwear, the fabric damp from your arousal. "You want this."

You couldn't deny it. Your body was betraying you, responding to the vampires' advances like a creature in heat. You felt your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "What… what are you doing?" you breathed, your eyes wide.

Hongjoong only grinned, gently pulling your underwear down and placing them beside you. He lifted your leg and rested it on his shoulder, his eyes never leaving yours. The coolness of his skin was a stark contrast to the heat building within you. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but instead of fear, you felt a strange sense of power.

Within the blink of an eye, an intense sensation ran through your body. Hongjoong's lips were around your most sensitive spot, and the coldness of his tongue was an unexpected delight. You gasped as he began to kiss and lick you, the pressure building in waves. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure, your hands fisting into the fabric of your dress to keep upright.

You threw your head back, the bouquet of wildflowers falling to the forest floor, forgotten amidst the sensation of Hongjoong's mouth on you. Jongho held you tight, his hand sliding up to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds of pleasure that you couldn't hold back. His eyes burned into yours, a silent challenge, as he leaned in and whispered, "We could make you feel so much more."

Hongjoong sucked gently on your clit, the coldness of his mouth making you shiver in delight. You felt your legs start to wobble, and Jongho's grip on you tightened, his other hand sliding down to cup your breast. His thumb brushed over your clothed nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned into his palm, your eyes squeezed shut as the vampires worked their dark magic on you.

Your thoughts were a blur of lust and confusion, your body responding in ways you never knew were possible. You've never felt anything like this before—so raw, so primal. It was as if every nerve ending was on fire, begging for more of their touch.

Jongho's hand slid down to the hem of your dress, his cold fingers tracing the soft skin of your inner thigh. He watched your reaction, a smirk playing on his lips as he inched closer to your core. "You're so wet," he whispered, his voice full of dark amusement. "Your body knows what it craves, even if your mind resists."

Hongjoong looked up at you, his eyes gleaming with hunger and something else, something deeper. Something that made your stomach flip-flop in a way that had nothing to do with fear. You felt a strange connection, a pull towards these creatures that were so different from anyone you've ever met. You nodded, unable to speak, as Jongho's hand slid further up your thigh.

"Is my princess close?" he whispered in your ear, Hongjoong's fingers prodding at your entrance. He watched you, his eyes full of dark anticipation, as Jongho's hand moved away from your mouth.

You couldn't speak, only nodded, your breath coming in gasps as the vampire's mouth worked wonders on you. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter, until it was too much to bear. You bucked your hips, a silent plea for release.

Hongjoong took the cue, sliding a finger inside of you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moved with a practiced ease, his eyes never leaving yours. The feeling of fullness was alien, yet it brought with it a wave of pleasure that had your toes curling in your boots. Jongho leaned in, his fangs grazing your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "Let go," he murmured. "Surrender to us."

The words were like a key unlocking a door you didn't know existed. With a cry that echoed through the forest, you climaxed, your body shaking in the grip of a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. The vampires held you as you rode the wave, their eyes filled with a mix of triumph and something softer, something that felt almost… affectionate.

Jongho's grasp on you helped keep you upright while Hongjoong's mouth continued to kiss your inner thighs, the aftershocks of your climax still rippling through you. You felt a warm trickle of fluid escape you, and the vampires' eyes grew darker, hungrier. Jongho leaned in, his fangs scraping against your neck, the promise of his earlier words sending a fresh wave of heat through your veins.

"Oh, what's this?" Hongjoong smiled noticing the little trickle of fluid. "Well now I need to test further."

He plunged his fingers back inside of you, moving them in and out once again. You felt a second wave of pleasure start to build, your body still quivering from the first. Your eyes rolled back as he explored deeper, finding a spot that made you cry out. Jongho's mouth found yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans. His fangs scraped against your skin, the pressure building, making you wetter, making you ache.

"Cmon, give it to me…" Hongjoong smiles, holding your hips still and sucking on your clit once more. That's what did it. Within seconds, spurts of liquid started to come out of you, your moans matching with each amount that spilled out. It was like a waterfall of sin, and you didn't care anymore.

"That's it, let it all out…" Jongho murmured against your lips, his grip tightening as he felt your body convulse with the intensity of your release. You could feel their hunger, the way their eyes grew darker, their fangs longer. But instead of fear, all you felt was a burning need for more.

"It's…it's too much," you panted, your legs trembling. But Hongjoong just chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as he brought his hand up to his mouth. He licked your juices from his fingers, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "You taste like heaven," he groaned, before moving his mouth back to your pussy to drink straight from the source.

"Was that your first time squirting?" Hongjoong asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement and hunger. "How delightful."

You nodded, your cheeks burning with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Your body felt boneless, your mind racing with the realization of what you had just allowed—what you had just enjoyed. But the vampires didn't seem to care about the sinfulness of your actions; they were too busy devouring the sight of your arousal.

"Who do you want to be your first, angel?" Jongho's voice was a seductive whisper, his fangs grazing your neck once more. "Do you want it to be me?"

You couldn't form words, your body was a live wire of sensations, but you managed to nod, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. He grinned, his fangs elongating before he sank into your neck, his bite sending another wave of pleasure through you. You felt the warmth of your blood mingling with the coldness of his mouth, the sensation making you moan.

You felt him fumbling with something behind you and finally, you felt it. You felt his cock pressing against your back. You were still in a daze from your climax and his bite, but the feeling of his hardness sent another jolt through you. He was so…large. You weren't sure if you could handle it, but the thrill of the unknown was too tempting to resist.

"Help me lay her down." Hongjoong's voice was strained, his eyes gleaming with desire as he took in the sight of you, trembling and exposed before him.

Jongho obeyed, his own hunger evident in his eyes. Together, they gently lowered you to the forest floor, the soft moss cushioning your fall. Your eyes remained locked on Jongho's, his gaze burning with intensity as he positioned himself over you, his fangs still embedded in your neck. You could feel the warmth of his cock pressing against your back, and a fresh wave of excitement washed over you.

He pushed your torso down and lifted your hips, kissing you deeply, his cock still pressing against your back. You could feel the precum leaking out, lubricating his member. Your pussy was still spasming from the intense orgasm, but it was already greedy for more.

"Ready for me?" He murmured, his eyes full of lust and darkness.

You nodded, unable to speak, your body a willing plaything for these two vampires. As gently as he could, he pushed the tip inside and you winced. Hongjoong moved in front of you, lifting you and letting you lay your torso on top of him. He held you in his arms, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings as Jongho took his time, pushing inch by inch into your tight, untouched hole.

"Agh," you gasped as the pain of the penetration overwhelmed you, your nails digging into Hongjoong's arms. He kissed your forehead gently, whispering soothing words that seemed to melt away the agony, leaving only the intense pressure behind.

"You're doing so well," he cooed, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back as Jongho began to move slowly, letting you get used to his size. Each stroke was deliberate, filling you more and more until you were stretched to the brink.

"S-So big…" you whimpered into Hongjoong's neck, your body stretching to accommodate Jongho's length. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust before pulling out and sliding back in, his movements now smoother and more deliberate. You felt every inch of him, the fullness inside you unlike anything you could've imagined.

Hongjoong kissed your forehead, his fangs retracting. "It'll get better," he promised, his hands running down your spine to cup your ass, guiding your movements as you began to rock back into Jongho. "Just let us take care of you."

You nodded, trusting them despite your better judgment, as Jongho's hips picked up the pace. The pain began to subside, replaced by a feeling of fullness that was quickly turning into pleasure. You felt your body start to respond, pushing back against him, urging him deeper.

Hongjoong watched with a hungry gaze as you lost yourself in the sensation of being claimed by the vampire. His hands roamed your body, teasing and caressing, as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "You're so beautiful, so perfect."

"…f-feels s'good…" you couldn't even form coherent sentences anymore. The pleasure was too much, your body moving almost on its own, urging Jongho deeper. You didn't know what was happening. Your brain was foggy. All you could think of was being taken by the two.

Jongho groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he picked up the pace, his fangs grazing your neck once again. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice strained. "So perfect for us."

"Good girl," Hongjoong whispered, his eyes shining with a predatory light as he watched you move with Jongho. His hands slid down to cup your ass, his fingertips brushing against Jongho's thighs. "Take him," he encouraged, his voice a soft growl that sent shivers down your spine.

Jongho's hips moved faster, the sound of your wetness filling the clearing as he claimed your innocence. You could feel the tension building in your stomach, a pressure that grew with every thrust. The vampire's hand snaked around to your clit, his cold fingers working in time with his movements.

You gasp and cling onto Hongjoong as Jongho's movements become more urgent, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the quiet night. The forest around you seems to hold its breath, watching with bated anticipation as your body moves in a rhythm dictated by the vampires. Their eyes never leave yours, their touches growing bolder with each passing moment.

"I-I'm--" you stuttered, your body tightening around Jongho's cock as the pressure grew, "I'm going to--"

"Yes, come for us," Hongjoong encouraged, his voice thick with lust. "Let go."

You felt yourself teetering on the edge of something incredible, something that seemed to shake the very foundation of your world. With a cry that was a mix of pleasure and pain, you reached your climax, your body convulsing around Jongho's cock. He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he followed you over the edge, his cold seed filling you.

As your tremors subsided, you felt Jongho's fangs retract from your neck. He pulled out of you, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned down to kiss you softly. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that you never thought could come from a creature of the night.

"Princess? You okay?" Hongjoong lifts your chin, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress. You nod, still lost in the aftermath of the most intense experience of your life.

"Good," Jongho smirks, licking the last of your blood from his lips. "Because we're not done with you yet."

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A Sign From God?

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Religious themes, noncon, fem reader, fem terms, Reader is Christian/Catholic, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk (???), church sex, desecration of religious site (???), overstimulation, size kink (???), kidnapping (???).

Monstertober/Yantober Prompts: Local Folklore/Fate

Pairings: Male Rougarou Monster x Fem Reader

You were a devoted thing. Always going to church, always studying your Bible, always paying tithes. As a child you always when to church camp and as an adult you became baptized. The older you were however, the more the church seemed to call you in more and more, demanding to give more of yourself to God Almighty.

You found yourself wondering if you should become a nun. And that's how you ended up in your local church in the dead of night, on your knees and praying to God.

"Please God. I feel torn. I want love. I want a husband. But I also feel called to the nunnery. Please Father, I don't know what to do. Please. Give me a sign." You prayed, bowed over the stairs that led up to the podium. It wasn't long before you heard a growl.

Your breath caught in your throat at the noise as the animalistic growl ripped through the cathedral. Your body stiffened and you felt your blood run cold as the predatory noise made you very much aware that you were not alone in the church.

"You wish a sign from God?" A voice came, the sound of it low and gravelly, his Cajun accent thick. "I'll be your sign." You felt a figure loom over your body as you trembled in fear. You felt a large clawed hand grasp your skull with ease and force it down to the ground as he licked his jaws.

"Such a pretty little thing." His voice came, wolf jaws sniffing over your body, tongue sneaking under your tongue to lap at the skin of your thighs. You shudder and tremble in fear, but despite what you wanted, your body responded differently. You felt heat pool in your core, tears welling in your eyes as you body called to the sin despite your heart trying so hard to cast your cares on God.

"I can smell your fear, little girl. You afraid of the big bad wolf, cher?" He taunts and he presses his snout up your skirt and To your inner thigh, hot breath fanning over you and adding to the heat of your core before he lets out a raspy laugh. "Maybe it's less fear than it is... arousal. Maybe you're afraid I'll devour you whole... but maybe that's also what you want."

You let out a whine of protest, tears starting to spill from your eyes as he lapped closer to your cunt before his spare hand tore your panties away, claws shredding the fabric and flipping your modest skirt up to expose your cunt to the cold air of the cathedral.

You yelped and tried to close your legs but his hand kept you firmly spread out for him, a low predatory growl leaving his maw and making you freeze in fear once more again before his long canine long lapped at your slick cunt, making you whine out. Whether it was in protest or pleasure, you weren't completely sure.

He continues to lap at your cunt, licking at your clit and lipping it inside you, trying to drink more of your sweet nectar as you whine and keen on the stairs. He seems almost feral, not being able to get enough of your sweet cunt as he eats you out like a man starved. You gasp as you start to feel a knot form in your gut, your orgasm cresting within you. The beast seems to notice you too, giving an almost puppy like whine as he presses his tongue onto you harder, working harder to get you to orgasm on his tongue.

You try hard not to, to stave off your orgasm, to not give this sinful beast what he wants but its all in vain as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. You cry out as you cum, you nerves kind of feeling as if you bit into a star as the beast laps greedily at the sweet honey you released.

"So fucking good." He rumbled and you give a small strangled noise as he continues to lap again. "Again." He growls out, lapping at your cunt once more, trying to get you to cum once more on his tongue once more, loving the way your pussy juices tasted.

You moan out with overstimulation, tears streaming down your face as he works your sensitive cunt with with lycan tongue. You sob and moan as he laps at you greedily, working you to another orgasm.

It doesn't take long for that familiar knot to return. You let out a strangled noise as he presses harder to drive you over the edge once more, desperate to taste your sweet cum once more.

You cry out, sobbing as you're forced to cum once more. Your vision blurs and your ears are ringing from the intensity of your orgasm. Your whole body trembles as you're kept in the position, the man lapping happily at your cunt like he was a puppy who just got his favorite treat.

Eventually you feel his tongue retreat and you give sigh of relief as your poor cunt is given a moment of rest. But large clawed hands splay themselves over your hips and sides and you feel him shift. Your blood runs cold.

You feel his cock nudge at your entrance but before you can protest he thrusts forward, spearing you on his cock and stuffing you full as he shoves his large throbbing cock into your sopping wet cunt. You cry out, giving a strangled moan as he stuffs you full and stretches you out. It feels so good and you feel so guilty. Like you've sinned.

He growls and snarls as he starts to piston in and out of you, wasting no time with setting a brutal pace in you. It took you a bit to shove through the pleasure and hear his muttering. "You asked for a sign from God. I am your sign from God. You are mine now, little gir. My mate. My everything. We are bound together. Bound by fate. My beautiful fated mate. God has chosen you to be my wife."

You can't believe what your hearing. You would have retorted, told him he was wrong, crazy even. But the way his cock was fucking you on the floor of the cathedral kept you from speaking anything legible. Only slutty moans and keening whines left your throat as he drills into that wonderful spongy spot deep within your velvet walls.

You start to panic when you feel his hips stuttering but shows no sign of pulling out. You weakly squirm but he keeps you firmly in place, one of his hands dropping to rub you already abused pearl once more. You cry out once more, loud noises being ripped from your throat as he tries to drive you over the edge once more, this time with him.

You scream as you cum once more, shuddering as the man lets out a vicious snarl and shoves his cock as deep as he can, pumping a large load of cum into you. You both pant heavily as the two of you attempt to climb down of your orgasms. Eventually he pulls out, cum spilling from your pussy and onto the cathedral's floor.

You collapse onto the floor, whining softly as everything hurts. Moments later, the large beast scoops you up but your vision is too blurry to really make out much. But you do hear him. He's returned to his rambling. His deranged muttering about how you're his fated mate. Fate brought you together. God led him to you to take you.

Finally he's no longer alone.

Ik, ik. It's late. Shoot me.

This one was actually kind of special to me bc I'm Cajun and I don't see a lot of representation when it comes to my culture so it was nice to share a piece of my culture with all of you guys!

Taglist: @ozzgin

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