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requiem of the broken - prologue

pairing: bts x reader

status: ongoing

word count: 3.1 k

warnings: depictions of violence, 18+, death, non con, mentions of blood, vampires, selling of people

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the world was cloaked in shadow. a fog of rot and decay settled over the land, curling around the crooked spires of stone buildings, their outlines barely visible against the endless gray sky. the air was thick with an unnatural stillness, a silence that lingered like death itself. the sun had long since been swallowed by the dark clouds, casting a pall over the cities that had once thrived with life. now, only whispers of a time forgotten remained, as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable.

vampires ruled now.

the nobility, their skin pale and ashen, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that could never be satisfied. they had been born of blood, forged in darkness, and their fangs were sharp, always ready to pierce the flesh of the humans who still clung to life. their power was absolute, their reign eternal. the cities were their playgrounds, the people their puppets. humans, once masters of the land, had become mere livestock, herded and caged like animals.

there were few humans left now, scattered across the land like forgotten relics. the race had been bred out, erased from history by the vampires who thrived on their blood. the women, those rare few who had the ability to reproduce, were the most coveted. they were kept in breeding houses, places where they were examined, tested, chosen to bear the offspring of the vampires. their lives, their bodies, no longer belonged to them. they were vessels, nothing more.

the breeding houses were cold, dark places, built deep within the heart of the cities. they stood like dark cathedrals, their spires reaching into the heavens, their doors wide open to the darkness. inside, the women were kept in small, stone-walled rooms, their lives reduced to a series of examinations and tests. at the age of eighteen, they were taken, led through long, empty halls, their hearts heavy with fear. they were brought before the vampires, their fates decided by the cold, calculating eyes of the nobility.

the girls were examined one by one. their bodies stripped bare, their bloodlines inspected with cold precision. the vampires were indifferent to their suffering, their eyes empty of mercy. those who failed the examination were discarded, thrown into the feeding programs, where they were sold to the highest bidder. their bodies were fed to the vampires, drained of all life, their blood fueling the eternal hunger that could never be satisfied.

there were a few, however, who were deemed worthy. these women were taken into the world of the nobility, given a place at the table of the vampires. they were not free, not by any measure, but their lives were less bleak than those who had failed. they wore beautiful gowns, their bodies adorned with jewels and silks, their rooms rich with comfort. but even they were not truly free. they were still tools, their blood and their wombs the only things of value.

the vampires had long since stopped being human. their eyes were empty, their hearts cold. they cared only for power, for the blood that sustained them, for the control they held over the humans. there was no love, no compassion, no mercy. there was only hunger.

the humans lived in fear, their lives reduced to nothing more than a constant struggle for survival. some tried to flee, to escape the clutches of the vampires, but they were always hunted, always brought back. there was no safe place, no sanctuary, no escape. the vampires’ reach was endless, their power all-encompassing.

in the city of seongjin, the heart of the vampire kingdom, the breeding houses were a symbol of power, a reminder of the dominance the vampires held over the humans. the name of the city itself had become a curse, a whisper on the lips of those who still remembered what it had once been. now, it was a place of darkness, a place where the vampires reigned, and the humans suffered.

the city streets were dark, empty, save for the occasional flicker of movement in the shadows. there were whispers, murmurs of rebellion, of hope, but they were nothing more than echoes. the vampires ruled with iron fists, their influence spreading like a disease, suffocating any spark of resistance. the humans had been broken, their spirits crushed beneath the weight of centuries of oppression.

the humans were nothing but tools to be used, their lives measured in blood. but there were those among them who still dreamed of something more, who whispered of a rebellion, of a world where they were no longer slaves. those whispers, though, were always crushed. the vampires listened, always. and they had no mercy.

the world had been broken. the humans had been lost. and the vampires had claimed it all.

the nobles, the high-ranking covens of vampires who lived in their lavish estates, were the true rulers. their names were spoken with reverence, their power unmatched. they controlled the breeding houses, deciding who would live and who would die. they decided who would be given a life of luxury and who would be sold for food. their whims were law, and there was no one to challenge them.

the coven of the damned had risen in silence, their power growing with every passing year. in the past few centuries a new power had taken over. a coven had risen from the ashes of an old world, their power unfurling like the wings of a phoenix. but this was no rebirth. this was a reign. the world trembled beneath their feet, crushed under centuries of bloodlust and greed. the vampires ruled, and with them, they had claimed the humans, those few who were left to be fed upon, and the select few women, their purpose far darker. among them was kim namjoon, their leader. his presence dominated any room he entered, his sharp jawline cutting through the air with an air of regality. namjoon’s gaze could freeze the very blood in your veins, his eyes glowing faintly when hunger took hold. and yet, there was something mesmerizing about him. something that, once captured in his gaze, left you with no escape.

he wasn’t alone, though. at his side, as always, was kim seokjin, the eldest among them. where namjoon exuded command, seokjin brought elegance, his beauty bordering on the celestial. his features were so perfect they could only have been sculpted by the gods, and his dark hair, sleek and always in place, framed his face like the softest of veils. seokjin’s deep brown eyes shimmered red when hunger overtook him, an alluring, dangerous reminder that beauty was not just skin deep. yet, despite the intoxicating allure of his charm, there was nothing kind about the way he looked at you. he was a predator. refined, yes, but no less lethal for it. he walked in perfect synchronization with namjoon, each step a promise of dominance.

together, they were a force. an unstoppable pair. but the coven was more than just these two. min yoongi was their shadow, the embodiment of mystery and danger. while namjoon and seokjin basked in the power of the light, yoongi thrived in the shadows. his dark, messy hair—a streak of silver marking his age—fell across his face, hiding the icy blue eyes that glowed with hunger. yoongi’s silence was more powerful than any scream. he watched from the edges, waiting. waiting for the right moment, the right victim. his clothing, dark and gothic, fit the nature of a creature whose mind was always calculating, always measuring risk. his power was in the unseen, the quiet moments before the storm. he wasn’t a man of words, but a man of action, his presence felt long before it was ever seen.

but there was also jung hoseok, who was not the same creature that the world saw in the light. his golden-brown eyes gleamed, burning with an intensity that could only be called dangerous. where the others carried themselves like kings, hoseok was a tempest, bright and full of fire, but beneath that brightness lay an ice-cold resolve. his hair, a chaotic mess of red and black streaks, was always wild, matching the turbulent energy that pulsed beneath his skin. his smile, so warm, so inviting, was enough to disarm even the most cautious soul. yet, hoseok’s smile hid the truth: he was a hunter, with instincts sharper than the blade he wielded. when he moved, it was like a storm breaking free of its chains. he, too, was a predator, but he wore the face of a friend before he sunk his teeth in.

park jimin, on the other hand, exuded a beauty so delicate, so refined, it was almost too perfect for this world. his porcelain-like skin gleamed in the darkness, contrasting against his dark, silky hair that was always styled to perfection. jimin’s eyes, golden, like the deepest of amber, would shimmer with a predatory hunger whenever he desired. his smile, sweet as it seemed, always hinted at something darker, something far more dangerous. he was their seducer, the one who could entrance any human with just a glance. but it wasn’t just his beauty that made him dangerous; it was the way he used it, the way he toyed with his prey. jimin was a creature of temptation and death, his elegance hiding the brutality of what lay beneath. in his presence, it was hard to know if you were safe or if your time was simply running out.

kim taehyung was unlike any of them, in that he didn’t need to be anything less than himself to be a force of nature. his beauty was the stuff of legends. sharp, defined features, violet eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul, and a presence that was nothing short of magnetic. taehyung could entrance anyone with a glance, his hair dark and shimmering with hues of blue and purple, like the night sky reflecting the stars. but it wasn’t just his beauty that made him dangerous. it was his unpredictability. taehyung was a creature of extremes. his calm could suddenly break, turning him into a predator you never saw coming. he wore the finest clothing, long, dark coats with intricate detailing, but his true power wasn’t in what he wore; it was in his ability to command any room, any situation, with a simple word or look.

and then there was jeon jungkook, whose presence was as imposing as the rest, yet even more brutal. his dark eyes, always so piercing, would glow an ominous red whenever hunger overtook him. his rough, tousled hair, mixed with his chiseled jawline and muscular frame, gave him an almost feral appearance, one that screamed power, that demanded respect. jungkook didn’t hide his nature as the others did. he was a predator, and there was nothing delicate about him. he was ruthlessness incarnate, never apologizing for his thirst, never hesitating to claim what he wanted. his skin, pale against the defined muscles of his physique, marked him as someone who had transcended human frailty. he wasn’t just a vampire, he was a force to be reckoned with.

together, they were a terror, a coven of such dark power that the world itself trembled in their wake. their hunger knew no bounds. their thirst was never quenched. but in the quiet moments when the blood had been drained and the chaos had subsided, they were left with only one thing: the search for something far rarer than any human they had ever consumed.

a human woman. one who could carry their bloodline forward.

the breeding program had been scarce. in the years that had passed, there had been few women who had been found worthy of such an honor. but there were whispers, rumors that a new one had been born. someone special, someone who could bear the next generation of vampires. and the coven needed her. for in a world where vampires had no way to reproduce on their own, the survival of their kind lay in the hands of these few women. and they were willing to do whatever it took to find her.

for now, they waited, their eyes scanning the world, searching for the next one. but when she was found, when she finally appeared, they would know. and then, there would be no stopping them.

the room was thick with silence, the air heavy and stale. the girls sat in tight rows on the cold stone floor, their faces pale and fragile under the dim, flickering candlelight. the older girls, those who had been here longer, leaned against the walls, their eyes glazed with the hollow weight of the days spent in this place.

nobody moved as kim yuri’s voice echoed softly through the room, carrying with it the promise of something darker, something unavoidable. she spoke of the vampires. of their hunger, their search for a woman who could carry their bloodline, of the breeding programs and the feeding programs, of the girls who had come before them and had never returned.

“…they’ll stop at nothing,” yuri murmured, her voice a low whisper that seemed to slither through the cracks in the stone. “they’ve waited too long. the coven will come for us. all of us. and we won’t have a choice. they’ll take us, make us what they need… use us for their blood, for their offspring, and then…”

her voice trailed off into a chilling silence, and for a moment, the girls around her were all still, eyes wide, trapped in the same suffocating fear that seemed to have no end.

but just as the weight of the story pressed down on them, a voice, sharp, defiant, cut through the air like a blade.

“stop.”

yuri’s words died in her throat as a girl, no older than yuri herself, stood and stepped into the center of the room. her eyes were burning with a fire that cut through the darkness, her stance unyielding, her voice trembling only slightly but holding a force that could not be ignored.

“you’re scaring them,” minji said, her voice firm despite the way her hands fidgeted at her sides, the anxiety curling in her gut. she was no stranger to fear, but the constant need to keep everyone from breaking under it weighed on her heart. “they don’t need to hear this.”

yuri blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, but then she smirked, her lips curving in a cold, almost predatory way. she could sense the shift in the room—the unease growing even sharper now. “oh?” she asked softly, stepping closer, her voice lowering. “and you think they don’t already know what’s coming for them, minji?” she looked at the younger girl, her gaze piercing, full of mockery. “you think they don’t hear the whispers of their fates every day?”

the other girls shrank back, their heads lowering even further. some held their breath, unwilling to look up. but minji didn’t flinch.

“i know,” she replied, her voice tight with the effort of holding back the terror that threatened to consume her. “we all know. but there’s no need to make it worse.”

yuri scoffed, clearly unmoved by the challenge. “you think your pretty little words are going to change anything?” she snapped, her eyes narrowing, a dangerous gleam flickering in the dark depths of her gaze. “they’re going to be taken. they’re going to be used. that’s all we are to them. food. breeding stock.”

minji’s jaw clenched as she stepped closer, her fists clenching at her sides. she had to keep it together for them, for everyone in this room. “stop pretending like you’ve got all the answers. just because you’ve been here longer doesn’t mean you know everything. we all know what they want from us. but we don’t have to live in fear of it every single day.”

“fear is all we have left,” yuri sneered, her voice dripping with cold bitterness. “you can’t pretend we’re not living in the shadow of it. you think hiding away from the truth is going to protect you?” she glanced at the other girls, her words becoming crueler. “you think if you just ignore the truth, they’ll spare you?”

minji took another step, her breath shallow but steady. “i’m not hiding from it,” she snapped, her voice shaking but growing louder. “i’m not hiding from anything. but i refuse to let you make them think there’s no way out. you’re not the only one who knows what happens here. but they don’t need you to break them. i won’t let you.”

the room was dead silent as minji’s words hung heavy in the air, each girl silently weighing the force of what she’d just said. even yuri seemed to pause for a moment, her smirk faltering slightly as the quiet tension stretched between them.

the older girl’s eyes flickered with a strange, cold amusement. “you’re just a dreamer, minji. just like the rest of them.”

minji’s gaze never wavered, even as the weight of yuri’s words lingered. “maybe i am,” she replied quietly. “but if we don’t hold on to hope, what do we have left?

the silence stretched for a long moment, thick with the tension of unspoken things. the younger girls around them watched with wide eyes, their hearts pounding in their chests as they tried to process what had just happened.

finally, yuri’s lips curled into a sharp smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “we’ll see how long that hope lasts,” she said softly, turning on her heel and walking away, leaving the room to settle back into the heavy quiet.

as she left, minji stayed standing, her heart still racing. she didn’t know how to fix this place, how to stop the cycle of fear that gripped every girl here. but for now, she would hold on to something. anything. she wasn’t sure how long they’d have to wait, or how long they’d survive, but she wouldn’t let them be consumed by despair, not yet.

not while there was still a chance.

authors note: heyyy so like i told myself i wasn’t gonna start a bunch of fanfics out of fear that i’d end up not finishing them but like guys i literally just watched nosferatu and i’ve been nonstop thinking about that aesthetic for a fanfic so like i needed to do this. just a heads up this is gonna be really dark from the get go and also will probs be slower updates since i am still working on my other two works and plan on prioritizing those !!

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[anjelicawrites]

Serving in his true place

Summary: one lovely anon asked for a continuation to His True Place, with a focus on Aemond's possessiveness and breeding kink. And here we are, I hope you like it nonnie!!!

Pairing: dark!alpha!Aemond Targaryen x omega!Aegon II Targaryen.

Warnings: Alpha!Aemond, Omega!Aegon, dub con/non con (Aegon is a basement wife, basically), mpreg, unhealthy relationship, dark!Aemond, abusive!Aemond, possessiveness, knotting, breeding kink, lactation kink, fingering, Aegon gets called 'A good cocksucker' misogyny, reference to murder, mirror sex, cockwarming, tokophobia (fear of giving birth).

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Aegon caresses his growing belly. He's sitting by the fire, almost dozing off as he waits for his brother, his alpha, to join him.

His alpha! The omega in him preens every time the thought of, finally, belong to such a strong alpha like Aemond, while the man, the, once, free man, frowns, his heart torn between what his own flesh and blood did to him, and the life growing in his belly.

He's grown fair large in the past few weeks, the Maester that monitors the pregnancy can't say if it's one, big, baby, or a litter of pups. Aegon has tried feel around with his hands, mostly when he felt the kicking, to no avail: he shall find out on the birthing bed.

He stands up as abruptly as the big belly lets him, anxiety curling its nasty fist around his stomach: how did Helaena manage? He wasn't present during the birth, he was drinking himself into a stupor, fearing he had to decide to have her belly cut open, if the need ever arose.

At least she had their mother by her side.

A lonely tear tumbles down his cheek at the thought of Alicent whom he hasn't seen for months. Aegon doesn't know if she refuses to meet him, her heart full of contempt for what her older son has become, or if it's Aemond possessive nature that keeps her away.

Aegon had always believed than Aemond, for being an alpha, was quite restrained in his deeper urges to own and protect, to attack the enemy and chase them until he could taste blood, now he's not so sure. Aegon understands that, now, Aemond's alpha nature drives him to protect his pregnant omega and unborn offspring, amidst a war, but he had imprisoned him in his omega role even before Aegon had fallen pregnant. He was still free to roam the Red Keep, but always under Aemond's watchful eye and was never to leave the castle. He couldn't go to Flea Bottom or ride Sunfyre on his own. He couldn't oppose him during the Small Council, or he would pay the consequences later. Was he protecting him back then, or making sure Aegon's world became smaller and smaller with every passing day?

Aegon yearns for his freedom and fears what Aemond would do to punish him, if he ever tried to flee again; his body shudders at the memory of the brutal fucking he was subjected to for the whole night, how he hadn't lost the pregnancy is still a mystery to him.

Like an afterthought his hand caresses his belly: all his life he had despised that he couldn't live, freely, as a omega, that his gender and role deprived him of what he truly wanted.

The alpha was good to us, the omega in him says, he said he was sorry and has given us this beautiful nest.

Aegon can't deny that. After that 'accident', Aemond had never lifted his hand in anger at him again, he didn't bed Aegon for over a week, making sure he wasn't sore anymore, and that his anger hadn't hurt the pup. Even amidst the war, he had bought him soft pillows and blankets, rich fabrics and clothes Aegon could use to tun his chambers, their chambers, into the perfect nest.

But Aemond kept the keys, and Aegon had spent days banging at the walls, desperate to find a way out; even now he yearns for the sun and fresh air.

Aegon knows it's Aemond protective nature winning, and the fact that no one must ever know Aegon's true presentation, or their cause would lose all support immediately, that had moved Aemond's hand. Aegon is well aware that his alpha wakes up in the middle of the night, from nightmares and manages to fall back asleep after having made sure Aegon is still safe, by his side. He is not blind and deaf to the immense pressure Aemond has to face at Court and on the battlefield, that Aemond is still keeping it together astounds Aegon who knows, would have probably drunken himself into a stupor to manage.

Aegon understands he should be content not to have to play king anymore, he does! He spends hours simply feeling the pup growing inside of him, imagining how they will look like, how they will grow up alongside their dragon: one day him and Sunfyre will take to the skies with the child, to teach them how to ride their dragon. It's just the way it all started, he tells himself, it's just that, and how things are going now, isn't it? If only he could have gotten this, without the rest, that's the issue, the only problem there is, right?

Aemond is a considerate alpha, he thinks, who doesn't shy away from the ravenous sexual hunger that possess Aegon almost every waking hour. He loves Aegon's changing body, kisses his tummy with reverence and spends hours sucking on his tits, promising he would drain them of milk, before the pup is born. When he's rooted inside of him, he kisses the mating scar and tells Aegon his belly will never be empty, that he will make sure a new litter will grow as soon the old is out, and the omega in Aegon preens with happiness.

Aemond hungers for his brother, whom he wakes with his long fingers in his wet hole almost daily, whom he praises for being always needy and ready for his cock and knot, whom drains his stones until Aemond can't give him anymore of his alpha seed. The only thing that Aemond hates is that they can't fuck face to face, not with such a big belly in the way, but Aemond is a man brimming with ideas, who has servants put a huge mirror right in front their bed, so he can see Aegon's blessed out face when he fucks him doggy or laying behind him, also he can look at his tummy, so round and tented, when he has his brother cockwarm him after a long day at Court.

Aemond doesn't care about his omega servicing him with his mouth, even though Aegon is a skilled cock sucker, all he wants is open his breeches, sit down in front of the mirror, and slowly impale his whiny brother on his aching cock, until he's bottomed out and Aegon looks already ruined; only then he undoes the laces of the big shirt he wears, to free his torso and start caress his belly and play with his tits, basking in the sounds of want Aegon makes. He's his mate but Aemond can't stop repeating to himself how much of a whore for his cock his omega is. He'd do anything to be filled and taken and, if the Gods were truly merciful, they would have made Aemond firstborn, so that he could have taken Aegon as his spouse (which he will do as soon as the war ends). The Lords and Ladies, the Maesters, they all would all be horrified, but who would have the courage to tell the man who rides the biggest dragon in the known world, that he can't marry another man? Aegon isn't a man, after all, he's an omega, more akin to women than anything else: like them his place is near the fire, ready to take care of his alpha, to accept his knot and birth him healthy pups that will bring forth their line. Women and omegas alike aren't made for anything else, even alpha females should know their place, which is. a step behind their spouse. He can see that in the way Aegon used to act, and how content he is now, that he only has to think about the pup or, Aemond hopes, pups growing inside of him: he was so unhappy when he had to pretended to be an alpha, how inept he was at the role that Aemond still can't understand how he wasn't discovered immediately. Now that his only concern is when Aemond will come back to fill his hungry hole with his cock, Aegon looks relieved.

For sure there had been that little 'accident', but that's all forgotten after Aemond had punished him thoroughly. At the thought of the sweet sounds of pain and despair Aegon had made while he was being brutally fucked, Aemond's breeches tighten with want: he can't wait to have him like that again, to fuck him until Aegon begs to stop, that's too much, that it hurts, only to push his face in the pillows and keep going until the sun rises, and Aemond is sure Aegon is pregnant again.

Aemond is a literate man, who has risen over his baser alpha instincts, yet he can't put into words how much Aegon's pregnant body entices him, how control slips from his fingers at the sight of his brother: even after a long day, he needs him, needs to be planted inside of him.

Tonight is no different.

Aemond is back, after discussing and making plans, he's nursing a nasty headache that seems to expand from his damaged side all around his head; all he should be wanting is to fall asleep, yet, when he sees Aegon already in bed, as curled up on his side as his big belly lets him, everything is forgotten but the erection growing in his breeches and the cinnamon smell of Aegon. Hastily Aemond undresses and slides under the covers to place his body flush against his omega's warm one, his right hand possessive on his tummy, his cock straining for Aegon's wet hole.

Half asleep Aegon says his name, not surprised by his alpha's carnal needs: earlier in the morning he has been awoken by Aemond's fingers in his wet hole and has been fucked until his alpha had to leave him for Court duties.

"Beg me for it." Aemond commands in his ear, curling his fingers cruelly in Aegon's tight hole. "Please." His voice is sleepy and cracks with need. "Please fuck me alpha? Please I need it so bad!"

He's not lying, as soon as he has smelt Aemond's scent, that underlying want he had been feeling for the whole day has turned into a raging inferno in his loins.

Aemond makes him beg and whine as he slides his erection against Aegon's hole, wetting it using his honey, until his bulbous head had forced its way inside Aegon's hole.

"Always so fucking tight for me. I can fuck you daily and it always feels like the first time." He groans, making the omega inside of Aegon blush.

It's not his fault that the added pressure of his pregnant belly makes his body so difficult to breach, not that Aemond cares. He grabs his leg to open him up and starts to move, slowly, leisurely, feeling every ridge of Aegon's hole around his impossibly hard cock.

"I can't wait to suck on your milk, omega, relive the pressure after the pup is fed and asleep. You will make so much for us, will you not?"

Aegon can't respond, his brain already in the gutter the second Aemond had started moving, slowly, aiming at dangling him over the precipice for as long as possible, opening him to his ownership once again: he wants his knot, wants to be stretched to the brim to accommodate him and fall asleep like that, full and buzzing with pleasure.

"I can't wait to knock you up again. I will have to fuck you constantly, will I not? Fill your tight little hole with my cum again and again and then knot you to make sure it takes. We'll have to wait though, until that cunt is dead, then I will have you everywhere. You'll sit on my knot during Council, silent and full. I will fuck you on the Iron Throne before hearings and let you play pretend to be king with my seed leaking down you legs or, perhaps, I will use one of your toys to make sure none of it gets wasted." "Yes! Yes!" "Everyone will see that you carry my youngs. Many alphas will try to woo you, and I will cut their head off and then fuck you next to their bodies. Would you like that, show to the world that you carry my blood line? That's me who has fucked another pup inside of you?"

Aemond is delirious with pleasure now, in his fantasies he's already knocking his omega up, his womb is absorbing his seed to make sure it grows, his tits are already leaking with the milk he will have to suck as he fucks another baby in Aegon's belly.

Aegon's body crashes in Aemond's hold, the orgasm flatlines his brain, the vise of his hole so tight the alpha can barely fit his big knot, before shooting his thick load in. Still hungry, Aemond keeps grinding against Aegon's spent body as he falls asleep, tired and full; slowly his hand massages one enlarged tit, playing with the dark nipple, until a tear of milk appears. Ravenous Aemond brings it to his mouth, humming at the sweet taste: he has to end this war soon, so that he can drag his omega with him everywhere, to sate his hunger, as he should.

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[elegantsplendour]

Of Blossom and Betrayal

Summary:

AU: Green victory, the realm called for a new queen after Queen Helena's demise

Seraphina Tyrell did not belong to the worldly realm of Westeros; a lone child conceived of loyalty, love and devotion. A beacon like her attracts the darkest of souls, in the darkest of times.

💌 Aegon II Targaryen and Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: manipulation, abuse of power, mentions of rape, slight underage, dub con, violence. Specific warnings will be added at the beginnings of each chapter.

Cast

Chapter 1

Prologue: Highgarden

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Lord Lyonel Tyrell was a man of honour, loyalty and vigilance. Succeeding in remaining neutral, assuring his family’s survival and maintaining the influence of his house in one of the bloodiest war since Aegon’s Conquest, if not of all of Westerosi history, was an accomplishment that many of his position had dreamt of.

Loyalty? He laughed bitterly at the memory of the bright and confident smile on his long gone brother Bryan’s departing figure to King’s Landing to serve under Prince Daemon Targaryen.

Be loyal to no one but his family, his loved ones.

It was the code he had lived by since Bryan’s unexpected tragic demise at the hands of Rogue Prince himself, a man his poor brother, the innocent messenger sent by King Viserys, admired and sworn loyalty to, fourteen years ago.

Lyonel remembered the day the news of his demise reached his father, the former lord of Highgarden.

People sing that there were six stages of grief.

Shock, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.

But when it came to a devoted seventy two year old father, the grief ended in the very first.

Two days later, Lyonel, the second son, whose ambitions never surpassed the allure of marrying Lady Jayne Lannister and sampling the finest wines and sugary with his beloved, inherited the legacy he had never been prepared for.

The Targaryens will always do what’s best for the Targaryens.

Those were his late father’s last words.

To survive the Targaryen rule, Lyonel played by their rules. Schemes, betrayals, deceptions and bloodshed? He did not shy away from them. He bore the burden so his family, his people, didn’t have to.

With his hands on the cold balcony, Lord of Highgarden bathed the fresh air of flowers, the peaceful chirping of insects, the giggling of young maids and the distant melodies from the small folks returning to their homes after a long day of labour.

This was his empire he defended.

One of loyalty, honour and love.

His beloved Jayne, her arms wrapped around his waist.

Seraphina, his precious jewel, his sweet little rose, the one and only fruit of his and Jayne's love's many attempts at blooming.

His Lancel, Bryan's illegitimate offspring, whom he had taken under the Tyrell bloodline, a fierce and honorable knight, a fine protector, his heir.

“Lord Ormund has written again,” Jayne rested her head on his shoulder, her golden curls soothing his skin as much as his mind, “The letter touched me, the words he’s chosen, the sincerity of his voice. He truly desires a betrothal between his first born and Seraphina.”

Jayne traced her fingers on her husband’s cheeks, “He wishes to introduce them in King’s Landing.”

“King’s Landing?” Lyonel frowned deeply, “It should be fit for them to present themselves to Highgarden, especially when Phina was the one who treated their wounded bodies in the woods, risking the slaughter of the ruthless Northerners.”

Jayne swallowed hard as she recalled the turbulent times of the war.

Although negotiations, strategies and armies kept the castle away bloodshed and dragon fire, the walls were not impenetrable to whimpers of loss and screams agony from the highborn’s well acquainted soldiers calling the Rose without Thorns to their rescue, even at the interdiction of her parents.

Every time the Rose sneaked away from safety, the Lord and Lady of Highgarden sobbed while the peasants and soldiers rejoiced. Her empathetic smile, attentiveness to their wounds and of course, the herbs and food she had carried with her ignited the flicker of hope in the darkest times.

One fateful day, Seraphina stumbled upon two injured knights bedecked in green armor, hidden in the woods—Ormund and Daryn Hightower, gasping for air, on the brink of death from the Battle of Tumbleton.

As Seraphina returned with the blood stained figures of the castle, Lyonel and Jayne’s anger and fear exacerbated.

Highgarden had remained unharmed because of its neutrality that their naive daughter had just broken.

Yet, the gods seemed to show them mercy, perhaps in honor of the lives House Tyrell defended. The Blacks remained oblivious to this act, which could be seen as a declaration of allegiance. Instead, Seraphina’s uncalculated move of benevolence eaned House Tyrell a favourable position in the new Targaryen court: an intimate alliance with the most influential house beside the new king.

As Lyonel contemplated the offer in silence, Jayne squeezed his hand, “Daryn is a handsome, brave and honourable young man. I recognized the look on his face when Seraphina brought him back from the wild,” she pressed a kiss on cheek, “It’s the same way you looked at me years ago, lord husband.”

Lyonel’s gaze softened as he enveloped his wife into his arms with a light chuckle, “Your jest on formality never cease, my love. If the young Hightower truly feels the same about our daughter as I did to you twenty five years ago,” he cupped her cheeks, “Then, perhaps, that boy deserves her hand.”

Jayne held her husband tightly, relishing his scent and warmth. In a world cruel as this, she thanked to the gods everyday for granting her a man of his devotion, wisdom and strength.

“To King’s Landing then?”

“To King’s Landing,” Lyonel nodded before rolling his eyes, his never dying youthful side emerging, “Where the drunken king will be holding a foolish lavish pageant while his people starve. Seven bless the poor girl he will choose as the new queen.”

Jayne laughed wholeheartedly before tending to his arm, returning to the warmth of the interior, “You know, fate favoured us immensely,” she whispered with a mixture of gratitude and anxiety, “If we had agreed to the Kinslayer’s proposal in marriage-“

Lyonel suddenly gripped the touch of her hand, “Thank the wisdom my father and brother had bestowed me. Never trust a Targaryen. The rumours of…” disturbance and disgust written all over his face, “Lady, now a Princess, Cassandra Baratheon’s screams of pain echoed through the Red Keep on her wedding night. I cannot imagine-“

He buried his face in his hands as he sat down with his wife next to the fireplace.

Jayne brushed his hair with adoration, “Don’t overthink about the past, my love. Phina is about to marry a good man.”

The lord smiled as he lifted his head to face his beloved, “Everything I risked, I fought for, it was worth it. For you, for her, for Lancel, and for our people.”

Jayne kissed him passionately before whispering, “You are too good for this world, Lyonel Tyrell.”

As the stars gracefully pirouetted around the moon in the embrace of the night's darkness, and with the imminent date of embarking on the journey to King's Landing drawing near, the wheel of fate began its inevitable revolution once more.

[gothicbabydollz]

100% get this is not everyone’s cup of tea but I would absolutely crumble if you ever wrote an Amarantha x fem! Reader drabble or fic involving sex pollen/dub con themes where she’s just making you eat her out

(I’m so sorry if this is disturbing)

Lap Cat

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Pairings: Amarantha x f!reader

Warnings: this is a dark fic, read at your own risk. smut, dark themes, dubcon, mentions of torture/killing, oral (a!recieving)

Summary: You didn’t really think you’d get away with deceiving the Queen now did you?

Word count: around 2k

a/n: this ended up being a lot longer than i expected… (not proof read)

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I imagine you being the daughter of a High Lord, which one is up to you but essentially you are very well known throughout Prythian.

Maybe you’re relatively younger, like 100 years old compared to other High Lord offspring’s.

Therefore, you’ve spent your first years of adulthood under Amarantha’s reign, and as your father is a high lord the Queen prefers to keep close - you’ve also spend the first years of adulthood stuck under the mountain.

This fuels your knowledge when conspiring against her, knowing your way around, having been accustomed to the horrific displays almost every night, being paid no mind from the Queen herself…or so you thought.

You were good. Truly. Yet Amarantha was better.

And you were still too young, too naive to truly attempt to deceive her.

Those helping you were tormented and slaughtered the previous nights. Your friends, your allies. Now hanging on the walls of the throne room. Under torture, you’re sure your name would have slipped out.

Now you were just counting down the hours until your time came.

The Attor himself was sent to retrieve you, and it took every ounce of strength you had left to keep the tears at way. As your mind ran wild of the possible ways the Queen would make you suffer.

When you’re released from the Attor’s punishing grip, your knees meet soft ground. Unlike the cool stone of the throne room. Cracking your eyes open, you stare at the detailed rug beneath you. One of the last things you’ll see. You run your shaking fingers through the wool, savouring the soft feel.

“I had expected better from you.”

You don’t bother trying to defend yourself, you know you’ve been caught. Instead you force your eyes upwards, looking towards the direction her voice came from.

You’re in the Queen’s personal chambers, you realise. As you see her standing in only a robe, so purple it could be black. Her crown still sits atop her head, copper hair weaved throughout. Her eyes find yours, cold and unforgiving, that prominent smirk evident on her mouth. “Up. Drink,” She gestures to the flagon of wine sitting on the table, the lone silver cup waiting to be filled. She holds its twin in her own hand, the eye trapped within her ring darts, as if telling you to do as she says.

Rising on shaky legs, you walk to the table. You struggle to suck air into your lungs, chest tight with the impending fear of death. You put all your effort in keeping the flagon steady as you pour yourself a cup of deep red wine. It looks like blood. Mother knows you’ve watched Amarantha draw pint after pint of blood from her victims. You can’t help the tears that line your eyes.

Poison. You think as you raise the cup to your mouth, sniffing the liquid within. “If I were going to kill you, do you honestly believe I would choose poison?” She asks, obviously having noticed your hesitance. You turn to face her, watching her settle on the edge of her large bed. You find your voice, “I wouldn’t know. You’re unpredictable.” The Queen laughs at that, a heartless sort of sound, “Drink.”

You do.

As the cool, bittersweet wine coats your throat, you pick up on what she said. “If you were to kill me?” She takes a sip from her own wine, humming, and points with a sharp, pointed nail to the floor at her feet. Kneel. Her gesture tells you. Tendrils of hope encase your mind, so you slowly walk towards her and settle onto your knees at her feet.

“I should kill you,” she looks down at you, with such terrifyingly beautiful features, “but i don’t want to.” Your heart pounds, could you get out of this alive? Amarantha reaches out, long, slender fingers catching your cheeks in her grip. She tilts your head to her will, “It would be an awful shame to ruin such a pretty face or the body hiding underneath that dress.” From the way she looks at you, it was if she could truly see beneath your clothes. You gulp.

She releases your face as she continues, “Killing you would be a waste of potential,” You follow her hands as they move to the tie holding her robe together, “I believe you could prove…useful. I simply need to know who’s side you’re on.” Your breath is caught in your throat as you watch the Queen strip off her robe, exposing the smooth, pale and utterly naked skin beneath. She sighs in her fresh nudity, her full, perky breasts shifting with the movement. Dark nipples peak in the chill air. You have to drag your stare away, instead down her stomach, flexing as she moves to get comfortable, propping her feet on the bed and ultimately widening the stance of her thighs, leaving you between them. With a view of her wet cunt, slick shining in your eyesight. It’s pathetic, that you can do absolutely nothing to stop the flood of arousal igniting a fire between your own legs. Guilt and lust cloud your mind as you stare at the Queen, awaiting her next move.

She lifts her cup, tilting it to allow the wine within to drip onto her skin. Dark against her pale complexion. The droplet runs down the valley of her breasts. “So, pet. What will it be?” Amarantha asks, smugness lacing her voice. Pet. The word echoes between your ears. That’s what she wants. Though she leaves the final choice to you. Would you rather be her plaything, her puppet? Or die.

You catch the droplet of wine as it reaches her mound. The taste melting on your tongue. Looking up at her, you follow the path back up, and she grins. It’s frightening. “Smart choice.” It all she says before tipping more wine over herself. This time, the liquid coats her breasts, and like a good little plaything, you clean it up. The Queen says nothing as your tongue licks at the plump flesh of her tit, collecting the wine before swallowing it down. She tilts her head when your tongue flattens over her nipple, testing you. So you pull then taut bud into your mouth, suckling like a kitten on her mother’s tit. Amarantha moans when you do, the sound shooting straight to the pits of your tummy. It shames you almost as much as it arouses you.

You chase the droplets that escaped your searching tongue. Finding one on the very same path as the first. You kiss your way back down her stomach, eyes watching her breasts as they rise and fall with each breath, nipples glistening with your spit. Her face only shows off her amusement, yet the smell of her gives it away, she’s aroused and getting off on having you bend to her will.

Her cunt is soaking, juices dripping onto the sheets beneath her. You know there’s no going back the second you put your mouth on her. Not if you want to live, that is. The thought scares you, shames you, that you’d rather live to serve her to escape your fear of death. You try to believe that you’re forcing yourself to become aroused, as a means to make her think you enjoy this. Truth is, you’re not sure.

Long fingers find home in your hair as you kiss down the length of her, inhaling her scent and feeling her slick smear over your lips. Nails lightly rake over your scalp and you look up, meeting her gaze while your tongue licks back up. Amarantha’s lips part when you catch on her clit, hint of a moan on her breath. You give her a few more kitten licks before wrapping your lips around her bud and sucking. That earns you a groan and tight grip on your hair, “That’s more like it. Come on, don’t be shy.”

You whimper against her, worried of what she’ll do if you fail to please her. Dipping down, your tongue delves between her folds, tasting her built up arousal. Her essence explodes on your tongue, sweeter than you could have ever imagined. She tastes like fine wine, and you lap her up, finding some sick pleasure in the taste of her on your tongue.

Urged to double your efforts, you press closer, slurping on her cunt, parting her with your tongue to dip inside. Amarantha moans, hips grinding into your face as she used the right grip on your hair to pull you closer. Your nose rubs against her clit, tongue massaging her inner walls in tandem. “Fuck, pet,” She purrs, meeting each thrust of your tongue, “That mouth. I think i’ll have keep you.” She clenches around your tongue when you whine against her in response, feeling drunk off her cunt. A wave of submission washing over your body.

Her breathing picks up as you continue your ministration. Burying your face in her sex, tongue pushing inside her and exploring her soft, warm walls, searching for spots to make her tighten and moan. Your nose is pushed against her hot clit, adding to the stimulation you’re giving her. You find yourself releasing frequent sounds of pleasure, losing yourself in the taste and feel of her cunt. Amarantha relishes in you, grinning as she moans out, loud and filled with lust. She’s pulling at your hair so hard, it hurts. And her thighs close around your head, keeping you locked against her.

“Like licking cunt, don’t you?” Her words come out as a groan, yet you still depict ever ounce of mockery laced in her tone. You watch her stomach flex, feel her cunt tighten rhythmically. Along with the slick and spit dripping down your chin, your cheeks, your neck. Making a complete mess of you. “At least that’s one thing you’ll be good for,” she laughs through her moans, “Gonna make me fucking cum on that pretty face of yours, mmph fuck-”

She does. The Queen of Prythian climaxes hard, thighs trembling on either side of your face. She cries out a string of curses, drenching your chin with her juices. You fuck her through it, keeping up pace to drag her climax out for as long as possible. Your tongue glides in and out of her pulsing hole, collecting each wave of cum that escapes her.

You don’t stop until Amarantha drops her thighs and forces your head back with a sharp tug. Her hand wraps around your throat before you can suck down a breath of well needed air. You choke out a yelp, eyes widening in a mix of fear and surprise.

Amarantha leans down until the tip of her nose brushes yours, and you can feel her breath fanning across your face. Her expression has changed. No amusement lingers in her gaze. Only ice is left, serious and unforgiving. “You are mine.” Her grip tightens, “Always have been, always will be. Understood?” It’s not a question. You’re smart enough to know that.

“Yes,” your voice is a whisper, strained due to the hold she has on your throat. Her eyes darken. “Yes, my Queen.”

Satisfied, she releases her grip. “Good.” You’re finally able to breathe, dropping onto your hands until you no longer feel lightheaded. “Why don’t you pour us another drink, hm? The night is still early, and i’m not done with you yet.”

This is your life now, you realise. Utterly at your Queen’s mercy. As she said…her pet.

[esuemmanuel]

Sabes que en mis ojos eres eterna... El tiempo es una ilusión que no roza a mi mirada con la patraña de la realidad. Mi mujer, no es necesario que te lo haga saber, pues sé que sabes el valor que tiene tu belleza. Sin embargo, es necesidad mía hacerte saber lo que eres para mí... y es que has sido, desde la primera vez que me topé contigo, ese pétalo de rosa que sucumbe ante la humedad de la mañana lluviosa; el retoño de la luz y su chispa majestuosa, la ternura de la vida y su pasión escandalosa; el cariño y la lujuria es su forma más preciosa. Oh, mujer de mi consuelo, la dama de mis manos y de mis sagrados sueños, serás perfecta siempre ante mis ojos sinceros... y el tiempo, así con su aire corrosivo, podrá quitarme la vista, pero jamás borrará de mi mente tu perfil exquisito.

You know that in my eyes you are eternal... Time is an illusion that does not touch my gaze with the trick of reality. My woman, it is not necessary for me to let you know, for I know that you know the value of your beauty. However, it is my need to let you know what you are to me... and that is that you have been, since the first time I came across you, that rose petal that succumbs to the humidity of the rainy morning; the offspring of light and its majestic spark, the tenderness of life and its outrageous passion; affection and lust is its most precious form. Oh, woman of my consolation, the lady of my hands and of my sacred dreams, you will be perfect always before my sincere eyes... and time, thus with its corrosive air, may take away my sight, but it will never erase from my mind your exquisite profile.

[kpop-stories-21]

Restricted Section | An Unexpected End

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Demon AU, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Demon!Hongjoong, Human!Reader, mind manipulation(no dub con, I promise), shapeshifting, frightening imagery, mind breaking, bribery, rough sex, pain kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), soul trapping, reader has those babies Hwa put in her and it's very emotional

Summary: With the last key now in your possession, you can finally enter the restricted section and see if there really is a treasure. But what you find inside makes you wonder if you might've bitten off more than you can chew.

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When you awoke, you were alone in Seonghwa's room. The pink-haired Eldritch being was nowhere to be seen, the only indication you had even encountered him was the large key clutched in your hand. A part of you wanted to go look for him, but you held yourself back. You were so close now, all you had to do was unlock the Restricted Section, claim the treasure and you would be able to care for your mom like you'd always wanted.

Upon returning to the main floor of the Library you found an old, battered door set in the wall across from the front desk. An intricate metal lock was set into the door in an "X" shape, with three normal-sized keyholes on each branch and a large one in the middle.

"Now I know that wasn't there before." You said to yourself. "This must be the door to the Restricted Section."

Emptying your pockets onto a nearby chair, you examined the lock to see if there were any indications that you had to put each key in a certain slot.

Sure enough, there was a small symbol above each keyhole except the centre one, but that one was kinda obvious.

The first one you looked at had a spear symbol. It had to be History, so you grabbed San's key and slotted it in. It turned, then clicked. You smiled happily and moved on to the next one.

It only took a few minutes for you to insert all the Guardians' keys, leaving you with Seonghwa's Master Key. Inhaling deeply, you put it in and turned it. There was a loud, audible click! and the door swung inward on creaking hinges.

A draft of icy cold air rushed up to greet you as you nervously eyed the darkness that engulfed the stairs. As you were about to begin your descent, you felt a strange sensation in your stomach and looked down.

To your utter surprise you found that your belly was extremely round and swollen, giving you the appearance of being pregnant and ready to go into labour at any moment. How is this happening? Surely I wasn't asleep that long. You wondered helplessly. Or do the offspring of cosmic entities just develop impossibly fast?

All you knew right now was that you couldn't go into that terrifying darkness and whatever it might be hiding when you suddenly felt like you were about to pop.

At this point you were heavily considering looking for Seonghwa, but there was so much of the Library you hadn't explored yet that you feared getting lost.

A gush of warm liquid soaked your pants and you felt a sharp pain through your midsection. The little ones inside you moved about excitedly, as if overjoyed to finally escape their confines.

Your mind whirled frantically, trying to figure out where you could go to be as comfortable as possible. The only place you could think of was the sofa in the Guardians area, the one Seonghwa had put you on while you were encountering Wooyoung.

Stumbling back through the familiar double doors you made a beeline for the sofa, lowering yourself onto it and heaving a sigh of relief when the strain on your back eased.

Letting out a cry as a bolt of pain seared through you, you wished desperately that Seonghwa would hear you and come running to help. But now matter how many times you screamed in agony or called his name, he never showed.

After what seemed like forever, you felt pressure against your entrance and instinct took over as you began to push.

Hours later you collapsed back on the sofa, exhausted to no end after having given birth to five tentacled babies. You wanted to reach down and hold them close, but you were so worn out that you couldn't find the energy to even lean forward. Darkness took hold of you and your head slumped forward as you passed out.

When you returned to consciousness, the room was silent. Had the babies gone to sleep? Pushing yourself into a sitting position, an alarmed cry left your lips as you glanced down and found that all five little ones had disappeared.

You leapt to your feet, intending to go search for them, when you remembered the Restricted Section. Torn, you chose to trust that Seonghwa had taken the babies and returned to stare once more at the dark void that awaited you.

A flashlight had been placed in a chair close by, and you took it gratefully. A deep breath in, and you began your descent.

As soon as you stepped off the stairs, whispers began to echo around you. You didn't recognize the voice, but its deep and rumbling tone put you on edge. Before you stretched a long, yawning tunnel that extended as far back as you could see. More determined than ever to finish what you'd started, you moved forward.

The further down the tunnel you went, the louder the whispers grew. Before long they became cacophonous and you dropped the flashlight in order to cover your ears with your hands.

Plunged into total darkness, you felt a chill creep up your spine. Something brushed against your left arm and you jolted, hands falling from your ears as you realised the whispers had stopped.

A dark chuckle dripping with malice echoed from directly in front of you and you looked up, eyes scanning your surroundings as you retrieved your flashlight.

You let out a scream at the sight before you, stumbling backwards to create as much distance as possible. The blanketing darkness evaporated, and you saw a treasure chest chained to a pedestal. But it was what guarded the chest that terrified you so.

The creature that stood there was only a few inches taller than you, with the general figure of a humanoid male. Long ebony horns grew up out of his ash blonde hair, curling gracefully around his head with the points almost meeting at the back. One eye glowed crimson with a slit pupil while the other was bright gold and bore a pentagram pattern. His curved black nails ended in sharp points, looking more like claws than actual fingernails.

"Wh-What are you?" You called out, clenching your fists to quell their shaking.

The creature chuckled derisively. "Well I should think that would be obvious. But since you seem to be at a loss for words, I'll just tell you. Don't expect it to happen a second time, though."

The creature bowed smoothly, eyeing you with a crooked smirk as he introduced himself. "The name's Hongjoong, and I'm one of the most powerful demons in existence."

A sliver of confidence poked its head out, and words were leaving your mouth before you could process them.

"How come you're not out causing mayhem then? Surely you can't be that powerful if you've been trapped here."

Anger flitted across Hongjoong's face and he snarled, stalking towards you rapidly. Mentally facepalming yourself for being so dumb, you backed away until you hit a wall and could go no further.

"Just because I can be trapped doesn't mean I have no power, mortal." He spat, face hovering mere inches from your own. "The only reason the Guardians and the Keeper are still here is because I am keeping them here."

Shit, just what have I gotten myself into?

"I-I apologize for angering you. I only wish to take the treasure and leave."

At this Hongjoong laughed loudly. "You still haven't figured it out, have you?"

The hope in your heart faded some as you stared at him in confusion. "What do you m-mean?"

"Silly little Y/N. I was hoping you'd be smarter this time around."

Finally it dawned on you what he was trying to say. "There isn't any treasure, is there?"

"Ding, ding, ding! Give the lady a prize!"

"Then if there's no treasure, why am I even here? Do you enjoy leading people on?"

Hongjoong's grin turned menacing. "No, not all people. Just you, my little dove."

You froze in place, eyes wide at the words you'd only ever heard from your mom. "H-How…"

"You don't remember? I was the one who gave you that nickname after all. But that is not important right now."

As he spoke the room was plunged into darkness again, and everything around you went quiet. You looked around nervously, even though you couldn't see anything.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?"

Movement off to your right. You whirled, still seeing nothing but blackness. Then a light flicked on and you saw a door in the wall. From behind it you could hear a faint voice that sounded like your mother. Against your better judgment, you went towards the door and cautiously pushed it open.

Bright light flooded your vision and you blinked rapidly until your eyes adjusted. You were in…your childhood bedroom? You hadn't lived at home in years, what were you doing here?

"Y/N, your boyfriend is here!" Your mom called through the closed door. "Come entertain him while I finish dinner."

Boyfriend? You didn't remember bringing over anyone before your mom got sick. You'd always been more focused on studying than messing around with guys.

What the hell is going on here?

Unnerved, you stepped out into the hallway of your family home and made your way downstairs to the front door. Opening it revealed a face you couldn't bring to mind, yet felt you should know. All that came to mind was that his name was Kim Hongjoong and he was your boyfriend.

"Hey Y/N, I missed you." He hugged you warmly, his usual fresh cotton scent washing over you and calming your jittery nerves. You hugged him back.

"You saw me three hours ago, what do you mean?!"

You teased, giggling as he stepped back and allowed you to lead him inside.

"What can I say? Three hours is like an eternity when you're not with me."

"Oh, shush. It can't be that bad." You grinned. Hongjoong just shook his head as the two of you entered the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Mom said dinner should be ready soon, so we can just hang out here until she calls for us."

"That sounds lovely, my little dove."

You jerk, body going rigid. Something about that pet name doesn't sit well with you.

"Only mom calls me that." You force out, throat closing as if some unseen force was trying to shut you up. "You…don't get…to call…me…that…you demon!"

A growl came from the man beside you, demonic features springing into view. At the sight of him your memories came rushing back and you scrambled to your feet, hurrying to get as far away from him as you could.

"Stay away from me, you monster!" You yelled, shielding your body and squeezing your eyes shut.

"Y/N, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

Your mom's voice pulled you out of it and you looked around, heart pounding wildly.

"Wh-Where is Hongjoong?"

"He couldn't make it for dinner today, remember sweetie? He had pressing business at the college."

"Oh." Is all you could manage as your mom ushered you to sit at the dining table.

Two plates rested on the polished surface, hidden under silver covers. Something about it had dread rising in your stomach as you eyed the hidden meal before you.

"Dig in, dearie. It'll get cold otherwise."

Swallowing, you slowly reached out and touched the cover's handle. Pain seared your fingers, and panic began to claw up your throat when you realized they were stuck to the handle.

"What's wrong, little dove?" Your mom's voice began to pitch deeper with every word, her skin shriveling and peeling off her body. "Not hungry? Oh that's too bad. You've not had a meal in years, you really should eat something."

The image of your mother flaked away, revealing a maniacal-looking Hongjoong whose grin looked insane and too wide for his face. A red light flared up behind him, casting a bloody sheen over everything and making Hongjoong look truly demonic.

Terror filled you and you let go of the plate cover, fingers no longer stuck. Backing away again, you felt tears fill your eyes as he stood and slowly walked towards you.

"What do you want from me?!" You screamed, vision blurring as tears continued to flow.

Hongjoong's laugh echoed eerily through the room, which was rapidly growing dark once more.

Instead of answering, he spoke as if he hadn't even heard you. "You know, one thing Seonghwa failed to mention is that time flows differently here in the Library. In here, it's only been a few days. But I can see what goes on everywhere and outside, in the real world, it's been years. Your mom's not even alive anymore. She died alone and afraid, thinking that even her own daughter abandoned her in the end. You've lost the only reason you came here, so what will you do now?"

It was like a switch suddenly flipped in your head at his words. All the pain, the grief, and the torment suddenly cut off, as if a door had been shut. Your mind was empty, as blank as a fresh canvas.

Noting the vacant look in your eyes, Hongjoong chuckled. "Oops, I think I broke her."

"What do you want?" The words were flat, leaving your lips without tone or inflection.

Hongjoong's grin widened impossibly.

"That's quite simple, really. All I want is you. I hate seeing you in torment like this, and I can make it stop for a bit. All I ask is that you let me give a sampling of what I can do for you. Let me help you feel again, and after that, you get to choose what happens."

"Alright." You agreed numbly.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you and the aroma of cotton laced with sulfur filled your senses. The heady scent invoked a sense of calmness and security you hadn't felt since your mom got sick. Your body relaxed into the demon's side, bringing a more genuine smile to his face.

He snapped his fingers and the room changed. You found yourself in an extravagant bedroom, rich colours and opulence everywhere you looked. The walls were papered in a floral pattern of red and gold, the floor covered in thick red carpet. A large four-poster bed took up most of the space, with sheets and bed curtains made of red velvet and gold brocade.

Hongjoong lifted you onto the bed and climbed up beside you. "This is gonna feel so good, Y/N, I promise. I just have one question for you: am I allowed to go rough?"

You nodded almost frantically. "Please, I-I want to feel something!"

Hongjoong smirked delightedly. "As you wish, my beloved."

Gently he removed first your clothing, then his own. His lips wrapped you up in a wild kiss and heat flooded through your body, searing your skin to the bedsheets.

Warm hands roamed your body, long nails gently scraping in the best of ways. He broke the kiss to latch onto one of your nipples, nibbling and sucking while his hands slid ever lower.

Two fingers prodded at your folds, careful not to stab as they searched for your g-spot, a low moan letting Hongjoong know when he found it. A third, then a fourth finger slipped in, stretching you out deliciously.

"Mmh, Hongjoong please-" you begged, needing to feel him, to feel…anything, honestly.

"Very well, beloved. Just tell me if you wish me to stop."

Without any further warning the demon slammed into you, filling you up in one swift motion that had you seeing stars.

"Oh god, fuck y-yes, just like that!"

The pace Hongjoong set was brutal, pounding into you so hard you weren't sure if you were moaning from the pain, the pleasure, or both.

"Fuck Y/N, you're so damn tight. Wouldn't believe what all you'd taken in that slutty little cunt of yours if I didn't know better."

His nails scratched over your ribs, leaving behind red lines and ripping a moan from you that had him eyeing you in surprise.

"Liked that, did you? You want to feel a little pain?"

"Yes please, H-Hongjoong! Make it hurt, I need to feel something!"

Hongjoong went mind-bendingly fast, bed banging against the wall with every move. His nails dug into your hips, leaving pinpricks of pain that welled with drops of crimson.

"Ah, shit, gonna fuck you full of my cum Y/N. Make you feel everything, every single part of me, and all the bliss that comes with it."

His words burned a coil in your belly that stretched tighter and tighter until you felt ready to explode.

"I'm, I'm gonna-"

"I got you, Y/N, you can let go. Cum with me!"

He thrusted into you one more time, burying himself deep inside, screams of Hongjoong's name flying from your throat as both of you fell over the edge together.

After cleaning up the two of you lay on the bed, panting. Hongjoong turned to you with a smile, horns ripping little holes in the sheets he did so.

"How are you? Feel anything yet, my little dove?"

Pain. A sharp pounding in your head as all the emotions locked away suddenly poured forth, filling you with grief, anger, and fear.

Nearly falling off the bed in your haste, you pulled your clothes back on, backing away from Hongjoong for a third time.

"Why are you doing this? What do you gain from tormenting me like this?"

Hongjoong sighed, expression a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

"Don't you remember Y/N? Think hard, really hard. It's in there somewhere!"

Taking a deep breath, you racked your brain, wading through clouds of fog hovering in your mind. A few good pushes, and a gasp left you as all the suppressed memories came rushing back.

The first time you came to the Library was many lifetimes ago. Back then, it was an actual library, housing all manner of magical texts and other supernatural objects. It was known that the Library was owned by a demon named Hongjoong, and that all his employees were also supernatural beings.

You were the daughter of a simple village witch, looking for a way to bring back a beloved sibling taken too soon. You'd heard the Library had a little of everything, surely there was a book detailing a ritual for bringing back the dead that didn't have dire consequences.

For the next several months you went there each day, searching every book on every shelf. Over time the desk clerk, a kind being named Seonghwa, fell for you and began aiding your search almost to the exclusion of his other duties.

However, Hongjoong had been watching you from afar and also fell for you. When he saw Seonghwa's affections change toward you and that you returned those affections, he became jealous and angry. He used his powers to curse you and everyone in the Library, even the building itself.

He created a loop, a cycle of death and rebirth that would pull you in over and over. He would send out rumours about a treasure in the library to draw you in and then run you through various "trials" to wear down your defenses. At the end he would give you a taste of being with him and ask you to choose. If you didn't choose him, he would take your soul and the cycle would begin anew. He and all the beings who worked in the Library would be trapped within the building, untouched by time, until the day you finally chose him over Seonghwa.

Staggered by the things you now remembered, you gasped at him in horror.

"You think, with all things I remember now, that I'm somehow going to magically change my fucking mind?"

You glared at him in fury, fists clenched tightly.

"Seonghwa was nicer to me than you ever were. Hell, I barely saw you enough to even know if you could be nice to me! I will pick him over you every time, and no mind game of yours will change that."

Hongjoong's face darkened and a snarl twisted his lips.

"Very well then."

A beam of red fire shot from his clawed hand to bury into your chest with a bright bolt of pain. You fell to your knees, screaming in agony as a sensation akin to your insides being pulled out spread through your body.

The red beam slowly retracted, pulling with it a thin strand of white that felt very much like a part of you. When the beam fully returned to Hongjoong, he tenderly wound the white strand around his fingers.

"It's always so pretty, your soul. No matter how many times I take it, it always fascinates me how pure your core is."

He leaned over, watching as you gasped for breath. Your body was growing transparent, fading away without a soul to ground it.

"No matter how many times you die Y/N, no matter how many times you're reincarnated, you will always come back here. Perhaps one day you will see the light and end this cycle of pain, but until then, I bid you farewell."

His features were lit with devilish glee as watched the last bits of you fade away.

"See you soon, my little dove."

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 31

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,796

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 31 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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When the next day comes no one except Seokjin bids Jiyoo farewell. You overhear from Namjoon when he comes to visit you and Hoseok that Seokjin told him that she's still livid and wants nothing to do with the brothers anymore. Seokjin made no move to comfort her as Jiyoo claimed Taehyung and Hoseok will regret hurting her and he made it clear himself that she will do nothing to hurt them and that she would come to regret things if she tried. She turned her nose up at him and left.

You and Hoseok listen attentively in the latter's bedroom as the two of you were finishing up getting ready.

"How did she look?" Hoseok asks as he slips on his shoes.

"Like she was punched in the face. What do you think?" Namjoon chuckles wryly.

Hoseok sniffs before wiping his nose though you know he does it as a way to show that he doesn't care about the situation. "Just asking."

"Yeah well don't be surprised if we hear from the family about this."

He scoffs at his brother's words. "Like I care."

Namjoon leans his shoulder against the wall and crosses his arms. "But don't be surprise if you hear from father. He may not like his sister and her offspring but having family means something to him."

Huffing, Hoseok finishes tying his shoelace before sitting up. He doesn't answer Namjoon and you suspect it's because he knows his brother is right. Much to his annoyance.

You toe the floor with your sneakers as you look at Namjoon. He always looks handsome but something about seeing him with a sleeveless shirt to show off his muscles does something to you. You hope you're not making your stares so obvious but neither of the brothers calls you out on it. To be fair, Namjoon isn't even looking at you. He smiled at you once as a greeting when he came into the room but that was it. You wish you could have more interactions with him besides that but you pout as you look at the floor knowing you can't have that.

"So," Namjoon starts as a way to fill the air with conversation once more. "What are your plans today?"

Hoseok leans back on the bed with his hands as he looks towards his brother. "Well I don't have much work to do today. Just going to finish up some stuff and maybe take Y/N out to the strip and get her more clothes."

Your head snaps in his direction with a look of mild confusion. "But I have enough clothes."

He shakes his head with a smile. "You have clothes but it's not enough."

You don't understand how it's not enough when he bought you plenty online already.

"Where am I going to put them?"

Hoseok's hand reaches out to caress your face. "In the closet of course. There's still room in there."

He's not wrong but still you question it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes my love I'm sure."

You look back down to the floor in silent thought.

You weren't expecting to leave the house. He made no mention of doing so until Namjoon asked. It's a switch to what you've been used to as of late which is staying locked up inside the house and by Hoseok's side. Not once since the shit hit the fan, when you admitted to trying to run away, have you been by yourself. Nor have you been to the library. Especially to see Namjoon. You wish he'd be more lenient with you again. The thought makes you bite your lip and fills you with a courage you didn't know you have as you turn to Hoseok with a question.

"I, um. Can I go to the library today?"

Hoseok's brows raise before he shrugs. "I don't see why not." He gets up to grab his phone off of his nightstand and places it into his pocket. "But it'll have to be after work and after we come home from the strip mall."

"No," you say. "I mean alone. Can I go to the library while you work?" Your voice shakes the slightest bit at the end of your sentence.

The answer comes almost immediately.

"No." He shakes his head. "Absolutely not."

"But-"

"But nothing, Y/N. We've already been through this."

You look off to the side with a sharp tsk. This show of attitude seems to get to him because he stomps over to you and grabs your chin to force your attention back on to him.

"You think after what you did you deserve leniency?"

Your eyes begin to water out of frustration.

"Do you," he asks again firmly.

There's a stare off between you and Hoseok and you will your bottom lip not to tremble as the urge to cry grows stronger.

You berate yourself mentally for speaking up before. For telling him you tried escaping. You hate yourself for saying this because now you're kept under his thumb with no signs of being able to try and escape again. It's frustrating.

His grip on your chin is tight and he stares into your eyes as if he's daring you to talk back. And almost awkwardly you're reminded Namjoon is still here as he calls out to his brother.

"Hoseok."

His brother ignores him.

"Hoseok." He tries again.

Your captor directs his attention over to Namjoon. His gaze is softer this time and he loosens his hold on your chin.

Namjoon gives him a pleading look that makes Hoseok release you altogether.

"Let her go, yeah?" His voice is gentle. "I know she messed up. I know I messed up for not watching over her better but give her a break."

Hoseok pulls back a bit to rub his eyes harshly. He's clearly upset and he's trying his best to reign in his anger.

"She's been with you these past few days. She hasn't tried running away." He smiles gently. "I think she's proven enough that she won't do it again."

With a big sigh Hoseok brings his hand down and looks at his brother. He sees the way he smiles and it makes him sigh again. You look between them and wait with bated breath for someone to make the next move. For them to say something but no one does and you're starting to lose hope.

"Fine." Comes Hoseok's answer.

Your whole body perks up and your eyes open wide.

"Fine," you ask. You want him to elaborate further on what he means by that.

He looks at you with a frown but there's something else in that look. Like he's nervous but he nods his head.

"You can go to the library without me BUT you won't be alone."

Your brows draw together in concern until he parts his lips and bestows upon you the greatest news you could have ever heard.

"You have to go with Namjoon."

You nod your head in excitement. "Yeah," you say. "Of course yeah."

That nervous look is still plaguing his face but he switches into a more firm one when he looks at his brother.

"You." He points to him. "Keep an eye on her. If you lose sight of her again I'm punching you in the taint."

Namjoon smiles. "We'll be fine."

"I mean it, Namjoon."

He laughs. "I believe you. It wouldn't be the first time you punched somebody in the ass."

"What?" Your question comes out loud and confused.

"Long story." Hoseok says but Namjoon continues for him.

"We were teens. It was a dare. Seokjin couldn't sit for week."

Your eyes are wide in weird fascination at what a young Hoseok would look like punching Seokjin in the ass. The image startles you a little but you say nothing more.

Namjoon grows serious as Hoseok sends him a pleading look.

"I mean it, Hoseok. We'll be fine. I'm sorry we made you believe otherwise before but this time it'll be different."

Hoseok takes in a shaky breath before releasing it. "Okay." He looks at you. "Okay." This time more softly.

He approaches you and cups your face with both of his hands. His thumbs run across your cheeks just underneath your eyes. That look of nervousness is back and he has to fight with himself to not go back on his word.

He leans down to kiss you long and deep. So much of his emotions are seared into you with that kiss that you swear your lips tingle when he pulls back.

"I won't be long," he says. "Afterwards though we're heading out, okay?"

You nod your head.

"Words, Y/N."

"Okay."

He smiles at you though it barely reaches his eyes. After a moment of staring he pulls back and looks at Namjoon. He says nothing but the brothers nod in acknowledgement before Hoseok heads out of his room.

You go to stand up but Namjoon holds a finger up at you. He's telling you to wait and so you're in a half standing half sitting position. Your brows are raised in interest especially when he looks off towards the door. You look over to the door as well and after just a second more he puts his hand down and waves you over.

"Come here," he says with a smile.

Your face mirrors his own as you grin and run up to him. His arms open to embrace you and you bury your head into his chest in happiness.

"What was that about," you question.

Namjoon hums as he squeezes you tight. "I could hear Hoseok lingering in the hallway. I take it he was second guessing his decision."

Your hands that hold the back of his shirt tighten a bit at the mention of Hoseok. "But he's gone now, right?"

"Yes he is."

You look up at Namjoon and smile back when he smiles.

"I missed you," he says.

"I missed you too.

"Oh? If that's so where's my kiss?"

You bite your bottom lip as you grow bashful. You didn't expect to hear him say something like that but you admit to yourself that you like it.

Your smile grows wider as you go to stand on your tiptoes. He meets you halfway and from there your lips meet. You missed this. Missed his full and soft lips against your own. This fills you with a feeling of warmth, happiness, and acceptance.

When you pull back and fall fully on your feet again you hug him tight to you with your head resting on his chest.

"You know Hoseok is going to make a face again when he smells me all over you."

You sigh with a frown. "He'll live."

Namjoon chuckles as he squeezes you tight before letting you go. "I guess he will."

"We'll just say it was a hug." You stand back to look up at him. "Right?"

He smiles. "Right."

"Let's get out of here then. I hate it in here."

He doesn't need to ask you why when he knows the disdain you hold for his brother. So without a second thought the two of you leave the bedroom.

You don't hold hands as you walk. You know it's because of lingering eyes from servants and the possibility of bumping into his brothers. It's a wish of yours you hope to fulfill one day even if it's the day you have to leave this place.

Your escape.

Honestly you sometimes forget about it when Namjoon is around but you know you can't stay here. You hope you can stay in contact with him after you leave but you know that will be hard. Could Namjoon successfully hide the fact that he's been keeping contact with you? And what would Hoseok do when you leave? Will he cut you off of his plan? He wouldn't do that would he because he'd be holding on to hope that he'll find you again. The thought of that bothers you but you know it's the truth.

You managed to check your bank account when Hoseok was finishing up in the bathroom. Your money is still there. You feel like you're testing fate by not putting it into use already. You fear that if you don't make your escape soon then your account will be taken down by Hyung-Won. If he knows you can still access it he'll more than likely will.

But enough about that, you think. You don't want to sour your mood. Especially now that you're finally alone with Namjoon again. You'll worry about the future another time.

When you reach the library a sigh of relief leaves you. To be back in here again and with Namjoon at that you are brought happiness. This means more to you than anything else at the moment.

He guides you over to your usual spot and pulls out the chair for you to sit. Once you're seated he places a hand on each of your shoulders and leans down to place a kiss to your cheek. Your face heats up at this.

Namjoon rounds the table after to take his seat with heartwarming words on the tip of his tongue. "These walls missed you, Y/N. I missed you."

Your smile grows the longer he talks.

"Texting you has been a joy but it doesn't cut it for me. I have to actually see and be with you."

You hum. "It's the same for me."

"Yeah?" He smiles. "Well now you're here. What do you want to do?"

You stretch your arms across the table before rolling your shoulders. "Honestly? Anything."

"Well we can pick up where we left off. We were discussing 1Q84. We can continuing with that or do you need to refresh your memory?"

Your brows draw together as you purse your lips. It's been a while so you don't know where you left off. Your world was filled with so much of Hoseok that you can't even begin to say what the story is about.

"Yeah I'm going to need a refresher."

"That's okay! If you want I can read it to you."

That idea sounds wonderful to you so you nod with a happy "Yeah." He takes your reaction with a laugh that warms you up and sets off in search for the book. When he comes back he says he'll start reading from the chapter before the one you left off at to refresh your memory and he was right because you start to recall things you remember reading before.

His voice is soft and easy to get lost in. At some point you get lost in it and have to snap back to your senses so he wouldn't think you were ignoring him. It's just that being with him like this feels a little bit like a dream. Saying you were happy would be an understatement.

At some point he stops to look at you. He smiles and you smile back.

"Do you need anything," he asks. "Like a drink or some snacks?"

"Uh," you start before shrugging your shoulders. "Sure yeah. Do you need anything?"

He nods. "Just something to drink but I'm willing to bring snacks if you want any."

"I'm fine with whatever."

His dimples show as he smiles deeply. "Then I'll be right back."

He goes to stand but before he leaves he kisses the top of your head.

He really knows how to warm your soul.

Once you're alone you grab the book across from you and stare at the cover. You flip it afterwards to see the back and read everything. It's an interesting book you have to say. Not that you dislike it in any way. You just find it interesting.

You're so engrossed with what you're doing that you don't notice the soft footsteps that come up behind you so when the person calls your name you jump in your seat.

You whirl around and see Yoongi who smiles at you gently.

"Oh Yoongi!" You laugh a little. "You startled me."

"Sorry about that."

"Has anyone told you that you're light on your feet," you ask.

He laughs. "I have actually. Jimin and Seokjin hate it." He rubs the back of his neck and you swear you can see a blush overtake his cheeks and ears.

You smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just passing by until I smelled you. Saw you were alone and found it interesting that my brother wasn't here with you."

"Yeah." You give a short pause. The mention of Hoseok bothers you but you try to not let it show. "He said I could come here. I was with Namjoon though. He'll be back soon."

His smile falters a little at the mention of his other brother. "Yeah. I smelled him too but I wasn't so sure."

You can see the way he subtly extends his neck a little to sniff the air and it makes him frown.

"You're awfully close to him aren't you?"

You nod with a hum. You don't want to say anything more to avoid any suspicion.

He rubs the back of his neck again before dropping his hand so that his fingers can drum against his thigh. His lips push out into a pout as he looks off to the side. You can tell there's something he wants to say because the next look he throws your way screams discomfort.

"I um," he starts off. His lips purse and his brows furrow. "He's my brother and I love him but just be careful, okay?"

Your lips slowly part in surprise but you hear him out. "Oh no yeah. I mean Hoseok doesn't seem to have a problem with it if that's what you mean."

He sighs but it's not done out of relief. "That's not what I meant."

You're about to ask him what he means by that but you're interrupted by Namjoon who comes in with a tray of drinks and snacks.

"Hey Yoongi," he says.

The older vampire doesn't greet him but he gives him an awkward smile. You wish he would tell you what he actually meant but it seems that will be a conversation for another time because he bids you goodbye.

"I'll see you around. Remember what I said."

You smile at him and wave as he sees himself out.

You turn back in your seat as Namjoon sits himself down before you. He lies out the tray and your eyes light up at what he's brought. From chips to moon pies and pepero sticks. He brought glasses of water but also a carton of banana milk for you and him.

"You went all out I see," you laugh

"Nothing but the best for you." He smiles as you go and reach for some stuff. He watches you in content until when you're about to take a bite of the chips. "What was that back there?"

Your brows furrow in confusion. "What was what?"

"With Yoongi," he says. "He said to remember what he said."

"Oh!"

You swallow the chips after chewing them. You contemplate on telling him the whole story but clearly there's something about his brother he wanted you to know. What it was exactly you're not really sure and you decide that would be a conversation with Yoongi for another time. So you just shrug your shoulders in response.

"It was nothing important. He was just checking in on me."

Namjoon's eyes turn into slits but there's a playful smile dancing on the edges of his lips. "Sure. Whatever you say."

You don't try to defend yourself because he can clearly tell something is up. Did he overhear what Yoongi was trying to say to you? You wouldn't doubt it. Their ears are just as sensitive as their sense of smell. And did Yoongi know his brother was listening in before Namjoon made his appearance? Another thing you wouldn't doubt but you won't elaborate on what Yoongi may or may not have meant because him leaving the way he did was apparent to you that he didn't want to talk about this in front of Namjoon. It's left leaving you stuck in the middle and so you try to ignore it so that your time with Namjoon won't be ruined.

You munch on the snacks as Namjoon takes a sip of his banana milk.

"You know," he says waving the milk around in his hand. "These are Jungkook's."

Your face drops at the mention of his brother. "Wait... Wait what?" You push your milk away as if would burn you for looking at it. "Wouldn't he be upset?"

Namjoon laughs at your reaction before grabbing your milk and placing it in front of you again. "He'll live. It's not the first time one of us touched his stuff."

"Yeah but he doesn't like me."

"He doesn't not like you."

You give him a look that makes him laugh. "There's no way you can convince me otherwise."

He puts his milk down and reaches for your hand that are still holding the bag of chips. "Like I told you before, he can be apathetic but that doesn't mean he outright dislikes you."

"He called me an it and looks at me like I dragged shit under my shoes into the house."

Namjoon's head flips back as he laughs out loud. When he brings his head back down to look at you he laughs even more at your more than serious look.

"It's not funny," you say.

"Okay okay. It's not funny but I promise you Jungkook doesn't dislike you."

"Sure. Whatever you say."

His laughter dies down until all that remains are dimples and a smile. He takes another sip of the banana milk and places it down before picking up the book again.

"Let's continue where we left off, yeah?"

You nod your head as you eat some more of the chips. His voice soothes you and it takes you for a ride through the story he tells. You listen well and smile at him whenever he looks up at you. His eyes lure you into everything that is him and for a brief moment you grow warm under the collar when you remember what you imagined when Hoseok went down on you. You have to take a sip of your drink as your mouth grows parched at the memory.

Time passes by with you listening in until you reach the end of where you last left off at. Namjoon asks you what do you think so far and you tell him that you like it. Especially with how he reads it and he just smiles.

He sends a coy look your way before resting his chin onto his fist. "I'm happy that you're here."

Your smile is soft. "I am too." You take a sip of your water too afraid to drink the banana milk. "So tell me. What have you been up to?"

He dog ears the page he left off on and closes the book. "Mostly work."

At the mention of it your mood sours a little. "Work," you repeat.

Namjoon seems to realize there's been a shift in you and so he sighs. "Yeah work."

You purse your lips as you look off towards the side. You're reminded of what Jiyoo said about the Bangtan clan's line of work. It bothers you you can't lie but you're also reminded of what Namjoon told you about his father. How it wasn't really their choice to begin with thanks to him but things are different now. Namjoon said he'd leave it all behind for you but you don't know if he can keep that promise.

"Something on your mind?"

You shrug your shoulders.

He extends his hand out towards you and you take it.

"Do you have any questions about work? Anything to help ease your mind?"

"I don't know if I want to know." Do you really want to? You think on it and frown. Maybe. Just maybe. "What is it you do," you ask.

He squeezes your hand gently. "I work in distribution."

Your eyes close as if you were in pain. Of course someone would have to work in that department and of course it had to be Namjoon.

He squeezes your hand again. "Hey."

You open your eyes and look at him. He gives you a soft look - a gentle smile to grace his lips.

"I can leave if I want to."

"Do you," you ask. "Do you really want to?"

"I said I can."

But that doesn't answer your question entirely. He says he can but is the will to do so there? You'd like to think so but you'd rather not think about it. At least not now.

You pull your hand back and it forces his brows to raise in question. To not worry him you just smile but it barely reaches your eyes.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I don't want this to mess up what we have here at the moment."

Namjoon smiles back. "Of course. It's been some time since we last were with each other. We should focus on the now instead."

You hum in agreement.

The two of you go back to reading the book. Your mind tries to wander back to the previous topic but you will it not to. You don't want this to negatively affect your relationship with him. You'll hold onto hope that he'll leave when he's ready. Whenever that may be.

When you least expect it time passes you by and Hoseok comes to get you. Your mood dampens then when you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders and he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek, but before he can he stiffens and sniffs you.

"Seriously, Namjoon?" He sounds annoyed.

The vampire before you hums questioningly.

Hoseok stands to his full height with his hands perched tightly over your shoulders.

"This is the second time she smells like you."

Namjoon's brows raise as he leans back. "That's what happens when people hug. They exchange scents."

You can't see Hoseok's face but you imagine he has a scowl.

"You're literally bathing her in your scent."

His brother laughs but it just makes Hoseok angrier.

"It's not funny."

"It's not. I know." He smiles. "Sorry Hoseok."

Hoseok sucks his teeth but he doesn't bite back at Namjoon. Instead he taps your shoulder. You look up at him to see he's still frowning.

"Come on. Let's go."

You really don't want to leave but Namjoon calls to his brother before you can even begin to get up.

"Before you leave I just want to make something clear."

Hoseok raises a brow and nods at him to continue.

"She's free to come here again like today, right? This wasn't just a one time thing?"

Your captor tongues his cheek as he thinks over the question. At least you think he is.

"Hoseok?" You question him.

He looks down at you and sighs when you give him a look that borders on you begging. It makes him sigh again as his features soften.

"Fine," he says. "But only whenever I'm busy. Outside of that you stay with me."

You look at Namjoon and he smiles at his brother.

"Sounds like a plan. Right Y/N?"

Looking back up at Hoseok you nod. "Yeah."

"Okay." He pats your shoulder again. "Then let's go. I don't want to get to the strip too late."

It's not that late into the day so you know he's just saying this to get you up and moving so you can be alone with him again.

When you stand you wave at Namjoon. Hoseok grabs your hand but before you can go his brother winks at you. It brings a smile to your face. One that's hard to wipe off as you walk away.

The time spent with Namjoon wasn't long but you're happy to say you were with him for some time. In comparison to how you weren't around him at all besides dinner these past days - yeah this meant something to you.

"Did you have fun?" Hoseok asks.

You hum in agreement.

He looks down at you and smiles. "That's good." He takes a deep breath in. "I don't mind you spending time with my brothers. I just... I just need to make sure we're on the same page here."

"Meaning?" You look up at him in question.

"Meaning you won't be making anymore attempts to leave. We can agree on that, right?"

You draw your attention to the space in front of you as you make your way towards the keys lined up against the wall. He grabs his own but before you can head towards the garage he stops the two of you so he can face you directly.

"Y/N?"

You know he's waiting for an answer. You can lie to him and say you won't but you feel like he'll see right through you. It leaves you feeling paranoid but you can't not lie because being here is the last thing that you want.

You lick your lips before nodding. "Yeah."

"Yeah what?"

A sigh leaves you. "I won't run away again." Without question your hand slips from his so you can wrap your pinky around his own. "I promise."

Hoseok looks down at your laced pinkies and a smile graces his lips. He maneuvers his hand so he can raise his thumb and watches as you raise your own and press it against his. Like a promise sealed he leans down to kiss you.

"You're too cute you know that?"

You don't answer him back but you don't have to knowing you just made his day.

When you leave the ride is a bit long and it isn't until you get there do you realize it's the same place you came to for pizza with Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon. Your eyes draw over everything around you and from where you park you can see the pizza shop at a far angle. It makes you twiddle your thumbs with nerves but so long as you act normal about it Hoseok won't question you and you won't be forced to face your "misdeeds" by him again.

"There's a bunch of stores to choose from. We can check each one and get what you want."

You grimace at the idea of having to walk in this heat. Hoseok seems to notice though as he laughs. "We can get some refreshments too if you'd like."

"Like what?"

"Well there's soft drinks but we can get slushies as well."

You hum. "I've never had a slushie."

Hoseok's brows raise up high. "You haven't?"

"Never had a reason to." You shrug. "Don't even know what flavors there are."

Hoseok grabs his sunglasses and puts them on. "Okay that's a no from me. We're getting slushies."

You eye him as he steps out of his car and hikes up his pants. He's clearly feeling determined and you can't help but to roll your eyes with a small laugh. Not because you find him endearing or anything. You just do because what has your life become? A dark comedy is it not?

You slip out of the car and join him at the front. Immediately his hand finds yours and he takes you off to an ice cream shop he claims also does frozen drinks and yogos. You don't even know what the hell that is and are afraid to ask what it might even be.

The place is called the Frozen Factory and you're given chills the moment you step inside. It's so cold inside. Colder than what you were expecting but you don't hate it. You'd much rather be in the heat though now that you think about it. The both of you wait in line as your eyes look about. There's a lot of people here who are taking advantage of the cold air so that they can cool off. Some look yours and Hoseok's way and you squeeze his hand in discomfort.

Hoseok looks down at you in question when he feels your grip grow tighter.

"Everything okay?"

You were in a stare off with one woman until you switch your view for the floor.

"Y/N?"

You purse your lips. "People are staring."

He looks up and around to see that you're right but everyone quickly averts their eyes as soon as Hoseok lies his own upon them.

He hums. "You're a pretty girl. Of course people will stare."

You give him a deadpan look.

"What?" He laughs. "I'm serious."

"Yeah it's not like it's because they see their Lord with some random woman hanging off of his hand."

He shrugs. "That too but it is what it is."

The couple in front of you move out of the way with their ice cream and now it's your turn to step up. The teenager behind the counter has a big smile on her face but you can't tell if it's because she knows Hoseok or because she's just being professional.

"Hi, what can I help you guys with today?"

"Can I get two medium sized slushies?"

She smiles even wider at Hoseok's voice.

"Of course!"

She digs around beneath the counter and produces two cups and tops them with open topped caps. She exchanges them for Hoseok's card and the payment goes through successfully. When the teenager gives her goodbyes you look up at Hoseok in confusion.

"They're empty," you say.

He laughs. "Because we fill them up over here." He leads you over to a machine against the wall that has a variety of flavors. "Pick your poison."

You look at what they have and note they have a few. From piña colada, Pepsi, cherry, blue raspberry, and mango. Hoseok chooses cherry and you watch as he pulls the little lever beneath the chosen flavor down. Out comes a thick mush of frozen beverage and it makes your eyes grow wide in interest.

Hoseok fills it to the top and pulls out a straw from the side of the machine where he slips it into his cup to drink. He takes a sips before extending his hand towards you to try. You stare at it for a moment before taking a long sip yourself but instantly regret it when you're panged with a headache.

You press your fingers into your temple and moan in pain.

"That's what happens when you drink it too fast." Hoseok laughs.

You find nothing funny about this and so you glare at him as soon as the headache starts to dissipate. He kisses your forehead to remedy you and it's with a pout do you choose blue raspberry as your drink.

You top the cup much like Hoseok did with his and it's with hesitancy do you take a sip when he places a straw in for you.

You make a sound of enjoyment to which Hoseok smiles.

"Good, right?"

You nod your head as he goes to take your hand.

The two of you head back out into the heat but you feel well off with your drink in hand.

"So where do you want to go to first?"

The question catches you off guard.

"I don't know." You shrug. "I don't know what any of these stores have."

Hoseok takes a sip of his drink as he hums. "We can try this store here. See what they have. If not there are plenty of more places."

And it's from there do the two of you hop from store to store with bags in hand filled with both your clothes and a few for himself. Most of the shopping was done by him. He would choose something out for you and you just went along with it. It's not until you find a shop with clothes more to your liking do you actually show true interest. Especially in the shoes. It brings a smile to Hoseok's face to see you actually enjoy yourself.

"What about this," you ask for the unteempth time.

You come out of the dressing room to show him a green, mesh, Summer dress you chose. It's decorated in black lace making it look delicate. His eyes light up when he sees you in it and something soft coats his features at the sight of you.

"You look beautiful."

You glare at him. "You keep saying that."

"Because it's true but even more so in this."

You look down at the dress and stretch the skirt out with your hands. Yeah it looked really nice and despite how much you loathed the idea of being out with Hoseok you're happy you came across this outfit.

When you're done trying things out Hoseok buys you what you like and the two of you head out. It's later into the day and you're at the part where the heat peaks before it cools down. You both finished your drinks hours before so you have nothing to cool off with besides the air conditioner inside the car. Your feet hurt from walking so much and you can't wait to get home.

You groan as you stretch your arms and legs.

Hoseok smiles as he goes to rub the back of your neck. "I think we had a successful day full of shopping."

You hum in agreement. "But I feel gross so I might shower when we get back."

"Whatever you'd like to do I'm here for it." He bites his lip. "I just might join you."

You don't say anything as he pulls out of the parking space and takes you both home.

Music on low fills the car. It takes up the silence that would have been there otherwise. It helps your brain to just shut off from thinking when there's no conversation needing to be had. You just look out the window and exist without a problem especially with knowing Hoseok isn't mad or disappointed in you. You don't have to worry about nerves or anxiety. You just feel tired and without noticing your head tilts to the side where you then fall asleep.

Hoseok notices when he tries to grab your hand to hold and the limb just falls like deadweight in his. He looks over to you to see that you're knocked out and it brings a smile to his face. He nearly coos at the sight and brings your hand up to his lips to kiss.

He had fun with you today. You didn't show much interest at first when it came to shopping but when you found the last store you visibly lit up. You were even going out of your way to dress up and show him what you chose. His heart warms up at the memory and he hopes that you open up more for him the longer you spend time together.

He knows you've been having a hard time adjusting ever since you left to come live with him. After having spent the majority of your life working under the Baeks with no time off. You told him you preferred that life but he's convinced you just said that to make him think otherwise. Otherwise being that you actually disliked working for as long as you have. Hoseok is sure your life is better now. No need to worry about being up at a certain time to work your weary bones off and that's not to mention how the Baeks may have treated their help. The ones that work for Hoseok and his brothers are treated with respect and are given their time off. They aren't obsessed over like Hyun-Woo did with you either. Obsessed over yet treated without proper respect. He still recalls the smell of your blood that night when he found you in the garden. You looked out of it and emotional. Clearly Hyun-Woo did more to you than just take a taste of your blood and it sours his mood at the memory. Not to mention the true feelings Hyung-Won and Hyun-Sik had for you. But you're here now with him. You're safe and over time he knows you'll grow happy. It's taking you some time to warm up to his brothers as well but he's patient. Whether it takes you days, months or years - you'll eventually warm up to them. And when the time comes to change you so that you'll live with him forever he'll be sure to ask Namjoon to do it for him since he has the ability to do so unlike Hoseok himself.

He squeezes your hand in comfort.

Things will eventually work out and when you least expect it you'll be carrying his child and you'll live happily ever after. He knows this well.

[loominggaia]

Mí propio monstruo:

Nombre: isla tortuga

clase: monstruo

PPL category: 0-infensivo

Forger: desconocido

Overview

La isla tortuga es un monstruo similar a una de grandes proporciones encontrada en el mar del este, en especial alrededor del este de evik.

Pasan la mayor parte del tiempo durmiendo en la superficie, hasta el punto de que pueden crecer plantas, con la peculiaridad de ser inmunes al agua salada.

Biologia

La isla tortuga es similar a una tortuga marina común, pero con 6 aletas y con un tamaño mucho mayor. Además, no necesita comer y se nutre de la luz solar, y posee una conexión mágica con las plantas.

Al sumergirse, la isla tortuga unas magia para hacer una burbuja de aire encima de su caparazón. Esto no parece tener un beneficio o algo que afecte a la tortuga, pero esto hace que las plantas de su espalda puedan sobrevivir bajo el agua.

Además, se sabe que no tienen problema con que los pueblos estén encima suyo, al menos que la lastimen, y en ese caso solo se sumerge.

Divino

No se sabe muy bien el que divino pudo crear a este monstruo, pero se sabe que debió ser uno muy antiguo, ya que se tienen registros de este monstruo desde los mediados de la primera era.

Ciclo de vida

La esperanza de vida de una isla tortuga es de unos 600-700 años, y pasan la mitad de esos años como crías.

Se reproducen por auto-fecundacion, y después pondrán huevos que estarán desarrollándose por unos 10 años, y luego serán crías por unos siglos, para luego volverse adultos.

Origen

Según hallazgos arqueológicos, las islas tortuga fueron veneradas por los pueblos de evik, pero la sorpresa es que eran los pueblos del evik occidental: los quagene y los boanningward.

Esto a hecho pensar que pudo las islas tortuga migraron a evik oriental por la industria sucia del imperio Zareen, y que su creador pudo ser un boanningward o un quagene.

(Translated via Google Translate)

"My own monster:

Name: Turtle Island

class: monster

PPL category: 0-harmless

Forger: unknown

Overview

Turtle Island is a monster similar to one of large proportions found in the Eastern Sea, especially around eastern Evik. They spend most of their time sleeping on the surface, to the point that they can grow plants, with the peculiarity of being immune to salt water.

Biology

The island turtle is similar to a common sea turtle, but with 6 fins and much larger in size. In addition, it does not need to eat and is nourished by sunlight, and has a magical connection with plants. When submerged, the island turtle uses magic to make an air bubble on top of its shell. This doesn't seem to have a benefit or anything that affects the turtle, but this makes the plants on its back able to survive underwater.

Furthermore, it is known that they have no problem with people being on top of them, unless they hurt them, and in that case they just submerge.

Divine

It is not very well known who divinely could have created this monster, but it is known that it must have been a very ancient one, since there have been records of this monster since the middle of the first era.

Lifecycle

The life expectancy of an island turtle is about 600-700 years, and they spend half of those years as hatchlings. They reproduce by self-fertilization, and then they will lay eggs that will develop for about 10 years, and then they will be offspring for a few centuries, and then they will become adults.

Origin

According to archaeological findings, the Turtle Islands were venerated by the Evik peoples, but the surprise is that they were the Western Evik peoples: the Quagene and the Boanningward. This has led to the belief that the Turtle Islands may have migrated to eastern Evik through the dirty industry of the Zareen empire, and that their creator may have been a boanningward or a quagene."

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This is such a cool idea, I love it! I especially love the bit about the turtles migrating away from Zareenite pollution, it makes so much sense. I would love to chill on the backs of one of these things. They sound awesome and they fit right in with the world! Excellent concept!

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[pathfinderunlocked]

Adria, Blood Witch Demon - CR 14 Demon

A boss based on Adria from Diablo 3.

Artwork by Aaron Gaines, official art for Diablo III: Reaper of Souls, copyright Blizzard Entertainment.

I love the combat and storytelling in the Diablo games, and the recent release of Diablo IV inspired me to turn a boss from Diablo III into a Pathfinder monster.

I wrote “Adria” as the creature’s name in the title of the post to make this easier to find for people searching for Diablo-themed content, but presuming that your players aren’t actually playing a Diablo campaign, Blood Witch Demon is her actual species of demon, and is the name used in the stat block below.  (She was referred to as a “Blood Demon” or “The Witch” in Diablo, but those are both a bit too generic, so I combined them.)

Blood Witch Demons are former humanoids that chose to make pacts with demon lords, offering their bodies as vessels for the demon lord’s progeny to enter the mortal realm.  Their children are tieflings with a demon lord’s bloodline, and as payment for this method of infiltrating the material plane, the humanoid, usually a witch, gains the ability to permanently transform into a powerful demonic form.  A person who makes this exchange isn’t required to transform into their Blood Witch Demon form right away, and often waits until they are cornered and in mortal danger to do so, as the transformation is irreversible, and the obviously demonic form is very hard to explain to one’s coworkers and parents.

Adria is female, but blood witch demons are not necessarily female, nor do they even need to be the opposite sex of the demon lord, since no actual physic union occurs between them.  A humanoid is eligible as long as it is capable of bearing or siring offspring - although exactly what causes a demon lord to choose an individual to produce its tainted offspring is up to each demon lord.

The only good reason this creature probably has to ever turn off Expanded Form is if it’s fighting in a narrow area.  It actively avoids such fights, as its main form of attack is mass summoning.

Blood Witch Demon - CR 14

Six massive skeletal insectoid legs and a pair of tattered wings, torn flesh draped across them, begin to emerge from the back of this horned humanoid, ripping out of her skin and expanding to several times the size of her body.  A sash is draped around her segmented, carapaced body, and her blood red clawed feet hover a few inches above the ground despite the lack of movement in her wings.

XP 38,400 CE Huge outsider (chaotic, demon, evil) Init +9 Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, true seeing; Perception +38 Aura blood-leeching aura (30 feet)

DEFENSE

AC 30, touch 17, flat-footed 24 (+4 deflection, +5 Dex, +1 dodge, +12 natural, –3 size) hp 296 (16d10+208) Fort +18, Ref +15, Will +16 DR 10/cold iron and good Immune electricity, poison Resist acid 10, cold 10, fire 10, negative energy 15 SR 25

OFFENSE

Speed 40 ft., air step (max ranks Fly) Melee 2 claws +20 (1d6+6 plus 2d8 bleed), 2 wings +15 (1d8+3) Space 15 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (15 feet with wings) Special Attacks expanded form

Spell-Like Abilities (CL 16th; concentration +26) Constant—air step (5 ranks Fly), shield of faith At will—corruptive blast (DC 23, see text), greater dispel magic (self only), damnation stride (DC 25, self plus 50 lbs. of objects only, 3 round cooldown) 3/day—crashing summon (1d4+1 fiendish bloodspatter oozes, see text) 1/day—fly (self only)

BASE STATISTICS

Without expanded form, a blood witch demon’s statistics are: AC 32, touch 19, flat-footed 26; Melee 2 claws +22 (1d8+6 plus 2d8 bleed); Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.; CMB +22, CMD 42

STATISTICS

Str 22, Dex 20, Con 36, Int 28, Wis 22, Cha 20 Base Atk +16; CMB +24; CMD 44 Feats Brew Potion, Combat Casting, Craft Wondrous Item, Dodge, Improved Initiative, Mobility, Scribe Scroll, Spell Focus (conjuration) Skills Acrobatics +21, Bluff +24, Craft (alchemy, calligraphy) +26, Fly +17, Knowledge (arcana, history, local, planes, religion) +28, Linguistics +13, Perception +25, Spellcraft +25, Use Magic Device +21 Languages Aboleth, Abyssal, Aklo, Celestial, Common, Cyclops, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Giant, Infernal, Ignan, Necril, Protean, Sphinx, Terran SQ undersized weapons and armor Gear headband of vast intelligence +4 (acrobatics, fly)

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Blood-Leeching Aura (Su) When a creature within 30 feet of a blood witch demon recovers hit points, it recovers 1 fewer hit point per die rolled.  The blood witch demon recovers these hit points in the creature’s place.

Corruptive Blast (Sp) As a standard action, as a spell-like ability, a blood witch demon can launch a swirl of corruptive dark energy at a target within close range (typically 65 feet).  The target takes 15d6 damage and is dazzled for 1 round; this increases to 15d8 if the target is good-aligned.  A DC 23 Reflex save halves this damage and negates the dazzled effect.

Additionally, the target’s space becomes infused with a dark swirl of corrupting energy, obscuring visibility (50% miss chance) when targeting a creature within or shooting through this space, and dealing 7d6 damage (or 7d8 damage to a good-aligned target) to any creature that enters this space or ends its turn in it.  A DC 23 Reflex save halves this damage.  This dark swirl of corrupting energy lasts for 2 rounds, but if it kills a creature with at least 1 hit die, its duration increases to 16 days.

Treat this as a 4th-level evocation spell with the evil descriptor.

Crashing Summon (Sp) As a full-round action, as a spell-like ability, a blood witch demon can summon 1d4+1 bloodspatter oozes with the fiendish template, much as though casting the summon monster spell.  The range of this spell is close (typically 65 feet).  These summoned creatures automatically return whence they came after 1 hour.

When a blood witch demon summons bloodspatter oozes, each ooze is summoned in the sky and immediately crashes down to the spot where it was summoned to.  Each bloodspatter ooze can immediately perform a falling charge against a creature adjacent to where it is summoned, gaining a circumstance bonus equal to the blood witch demon’s Intelligence bonus (usually +10) on the attack roll, a +2 bonus to the attack roll and -2 penalty to AC from the charge, and a +1 bonus for attacking from higher ground (for a total of +13 bonus on the attack).  The bloodspatter oozes do not take falling damage from this.

A blood witch demon that summons bloodspatter oozes must place them at least 20 feet away from each other.  They can, however, be place closer than 20 feet to existing bloodspatter oozes that were already summoned.

Treat this as a 7th-level conjuration (summoning) spell.

Expanded Form (Ex) As a move action, a blood witch demon can expand its form, growing tattered wings and six massive skeletal insectoid legs from its back, or shrink its form, withdrawing these extra limbs back into its flesh.  It is typically Huge-sized while using its Expanded Form ability and Medium-sized while not doing so.  A blood witch demon can only use its wing attacks while in Expanded Form.

The effects of Expanded Form are already included in the stat block above.

Spell-Like Abilities A blood witch demon uses Intelligence, not Charisma, as its spellcasting ability score for its spell-like abilities.

Recharge Summon (Su) As a full-round action, by lowering its AC, DR and SR by 5 for 1 round, a blood witch demon can regain one of its daily uses of crashing summon.  Additionally, once per day when a blood witch demon is reduced to half its hit points or fewer, it regains one of its daily uses of crashing summon. 

Undersized Weapons and Armor (Ex) While in its Expanded Form, a blood witch demon uses weapons and armor as if it were two size-categories smaller (typically Medium-sized).  A blood witch demon that is not in its Expanded Form uses weapons and armor appropriate to its size.

[writer59january13]

Defecation accidentally clogged...

for the umpteenth time during spate to sit scrawny buttucks on porcelain throne id est videre licet toilet bowl... with toxic water brew threatening

to overflow onto the floor, and hence found yours truly (me) immersing himself in the holistic experience for the pure love of bucket flushing since applying plunger to no avail

found me able, eager, ready and willing

to whoosh upon a star to enlist the entrepreneurial daring doo doo of eldest offspring to design a *corkerasp,

and found (me) zee papa frankly zapped, pooped, fatigued, et cetera out,

thus daring poster boy afflicted by recurrent bouts of constipation

to share embarrassing communiqué I post,

a reasonably rhyming poetic shout out

to air flatulent grievances

concerning outsize bowel movement hoping (fat/slim shady chance)

Mike Rowe happens tubby about,

though shadow of a doubt,

he will avail himself

anal eyes zing thee nightly dump for yesterday

September 2nd, 2024 - whereby

plying plunger in vain, cuz suction

barely helped obstruction give way,

I nearly lost me life and limb oy vey

oh my dog, the same asinine outcome

which spurred poet to get underway

matter of fact, a replay

of excretion almost occurred earlier today,

and thus an attempt to describe

a tragicomic scenario

regarding bowel movement

the size of subway tram,

an urgent message to maintenance person, yours truly must relay

overflowing potty nearly

found yours truly quay

king, yet impossible mission

arises to portray

with unsightly turgid prose and cons of situation,

the juvenile elements of harried style

swiftly tailored, I hate to overplay

odoriferous subject matter

nsync with constipation

since laxative delineates,

expedites, facilitates,... née

posits heavy load emanating out rectum

quite amazing what smelly waste exits out me

necessitating able linkedin line

O Captain! My Captain!

I signal emergency mayday

posterior end, a dime size orifice,

which malfunctioning sphincter muscles

one moost never be lackaday sic cull

though kids and adults laughed back in the day,

if and/or when Danny Kaye

tactfully poked fun including that girl at such critical bodily phenomenon

equally important as a jackstay

to keep afloat body electric

accursed with rectum ammunition auxiliary accouterments interplay

analogously precise as Swiss made timepiece

said system responsible to expel bodily toxins

upon which sitting on porcelain throne

one can softly utter hooray

thankful to experience relative pleasure

until one becomes feeble minded,

whereat sixty plus shades of gray

matter allows, enables, and

provides enjoyably foray

into the bathroom, which entranceway

hoop fully not barred nor off limits

cuz that primitive urge one best not delay

lest one requires lower

gastrointestinal intervention

especially if blocked up

fecal matter which turns to clay

unless of course one doth

cause damage and betray

respect toward well oiled human machine

exercising and eating healthy

avoiding backside skeleton musculature issues,

yes... I reckon during twilight years

control over bowels doth slip away.

*The Essence Of A Corkerasp.

(which fictitious object contrived by my then twenty plus year old third year college student, (who will turn twenty eight on December twenty second),, but SHE would never admit to birthing such an offal bit of drek. The essential name arose from preschool, predicated, precocious person, and the words....?

Whenever constipation a pain in the ass

just maneuver this lightweight metal contrivance made of brass

no matter if anybody considers this action crass

apply corkscrew motion

up the alimentary canal to remove human waste,

which most likely will be thick like petrified paste

stuck deep inside bowels of sphincter muscles

and solidly encased

causing severe cramps within lower gastrointestinal tract

inducing one to wince nonstop from being fecal matter packed

and no amount of primal groaning doth loose this hard fact,

nor does imagery of freed turd

ease formidable anal plight, no laughing matter despite how absurd

squeezing does nothing even applying all inner might,

thus necessary to incorporate

un-natural intervention to un-clog

rectal blockage + uncomfortable bloating

swelling anus the size of a hog

disabling bare derriere

ease to stand let alone jog,

yet tis essential per extricating what feels

like one swallowed a log,

which could presage demise of sufferer, whereby epitaph

twill induce impossible eulogy spoken language

where tongues wag in Prague

every ounce of effort required to bend

over gingerly affixing plunger end of device

to business of rear end

best accompanied in tandem with close companion or friend

this dirty deed done dirt-cheap trick will ideally rend

rock solid excrement to roll and crash

(on par traversing highway to hell) soundcloud, I

without fail regularly out the tushy send

upon bathroom floor

possibly inducing tsunami seismic waves less or more,

whereby toilet bowl water will pour

over the sides akin to white caps near sea shore

without doubt making gluteus maximums extremely sore.

[krystletan]

Chateau de Sable - Navigating the Enigmatic Realm of Kids Clothing: The Elegance of Singaporean Online Shopping

In the labyrinthine landscape of parenting, where each decision feels like deciphering a cryptic code, the world of kids' clothes in Singapore emerges as an enigma of its own. Among the global locales famed for unravelling this riddle, Singapore shines as a luminary, offering an array of options that beckon parents to explore. From this island city-state's vibrant shopping scene to the boundless expanse of girl clothes online, let's embark on a journey through the confounding maze of convenience and elegance.

Picture this: amidst the urban opulence of Singapore, the prospect of acquiring kids' clothes engenders a paradox. The very convenience that has become the hallmark of the nation's shopping scene is akin to finding a riddle within a riddle. In a country where efficiency is as common as the durian's aroma, shopping for the little ones effortlessly aligns with this trend. Numerous shopping centres, each akin to a riddle-packed treasure trove, cater exclusively to children's fashion.

The Enigmatic Comfort of Singaporean Shopping:

Singapore's climate is yet another conundrum. The unrelenting humidity often presents itself as a puzzle for parents aiming to assemble the perfect ensemble for their little cherubs. Enter the specialised stores, where the conundrum of climate finds its solution through an array of lightweight, breathable fabrics. Merino wool for warmth, moisture-wicking synthetics for active explorers, and perennial cotton, cherished for its unrivalled softness, all find their place in these boutiques.

Here, the riddle of fashion meets the riddle of climate, and the answer is stitched into the very fabric of Singaporean kid's clothing stores. As the kids roam through these hallowed aisles, parents can decode their preferences and make selections tailored to the confounding climate.

Girl Clothes Online: Navigating the Virtual Maze:

In an age where digital mysteries are as ubiquitous as the humming of air-conditioners in Singapore, the online realm is another cryptic arena for parents seeking the perfect girl's attire. Online shopping, in all its bewildering complexity, has become an integral part of modern retail. In this complex ecosystem, the quest for girl clothes takes on an intriguing dimension.

Navigating the labyrinth of girl clothes online requires both acumen and flair. Starting with the enigmatic world of keywords, parents embark on an odyssey of search engine queries, often leading to online marketplaces as vast as the Marina Bay Sands. These digital meccas offer an unparalleled assortment of styles, colours, and sizes, transforming the computer screen into a dazzling tableau of possibilities.

The enigma deepens as parents decrypt the language of size charts, attempting to bridge the gap between their offspring's dimensions and the perplexing spectrum of sizes offered online. The irony, as complex as a Rubik's Cube, is that while technology streamlines the shopping process, decoding the right fit is a puzzle that demands attention to detail worthy of a cryptanalyst.

Embracing the Puzzle with Panache:

Amidst this befuddling universe of kid's clothing, a touch of wit becomes the compass that guides parents through the maze. As they stand at the crossroads of decision, pondering the pros and cons of each article of clothing, a dash of humour can prove as illuminating as a lighthouse in the fog.

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[hunting-songs]

"A fortune teller, really?" A small amused smile appeared on the blonde's lips as he gently leaned against the table and rested his chin on his hands, with his elbows resting on the table "Well, then, what has their told you about us, how many offspring will we have?" His tone was slightly mocking, not over her, never over her, but over the situation, clearly skeptical

A mysterious self-proclaimed fortune teller approaches my Muse and says they can predict their partner and number of offspring. Drop a name into my inbox and l generate a number 1 - 10 to determine how many children my Muse is supposedly going to have with that person (by blood, adopted, or otherwise). 1.One kid. + 2.Two kids. + 3.Three kids. + 4.Four kids. + 5.Five kids. + 6.Over six kids. + 7.Twins. + 8.Triplets. + 9.Quadruplets. + 10.Quintuplets ! I’ll post my Muse’s reaction, too!

Senritsu placed her chin on her small hands, mimicing Kurapikas pose coyly and with a playful smile curling in all good humor around her stark frontteeth as if she was a cat ready to shove a waterglass off the table. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to not start laughing, yet the laughter was clearly hearable in her voice. The womans other hand tapped a melody against the countertable that was as lively and playful as a birds wings fluttering: "What is that, do I hear sentito doubt in your voice, Kurapika?"the small hand that had tapped against the tableedge rose in the air and danced after the echo of Kurapikas clearly sceptical voice: "How could you in a world of Nen, ever doubt the prophecys of a fotune-teller, mhmmmmmm?"

They- Basho, Kurapika and Senritsu- had sat down in a street-hashery-ramenshop by the tables and chairs that had been put on the pathway and the scent of spicey soup already swirled through the air like a parfume. The night was warm and the wind was tickling around their faces like friendly fingers. It was loud- the people passing by the street, the cars rushing past the street, the people on the other seats and the buzzing of the electronics in the buildings mixed into a grandious orchestra that was almost deafening. It was so late in the night that they had been put off duty after Senritsu and Basho had returned from the carneval Neon had wanted to visit and now they were hungry, so very, very hungry, so very ravenous that the woman always turned whenever one of the waiters passed by their table in hope that their order would be brought to the table finally. The Musician pointed a finger at Basho, the streetlight was reflecting in her dark eyes that flickered like a mischievous will-o'-the-wisp. "Basho went for a smoking-pause and apparently he is not used to work between thiefs and showmen, because he actually comodo listened to the fortune-teller telling him about the lines on his hand and did not noticed the fortune-tellers grandson sneaking up on him to mhmmm....allegramente grab Bashos wallet from his pocket." Senritsu almost sang those words. "I so happned-" The sweet smile on the young womans face was the smile of a cat catching a bird between her paws and clearly showed that she did not 'just happned' to stand beside Basho but very clearly had positioned herself there to watch over him: "-to stand beside him."

"Also I so happned-" she purred as soft as a playing kitten ripping a birds wings off: "-to hold the boys wrist and stop him from taking our collagues wallet without Basho seeing." Basho, who felt Kurapikas and Senritsus eyes on him just hummed into his beer. The streetlights drew colourful patterns on the beerbottle.

"And the fortune teller so happned to see what I was doing behind Basho and that I let the boy go to mhmmm ...semplice shoo him away, so he grabbed my hand and gave me a reading about seeing a pair of twingirls. I chuckled, because twingirls run in my family and then he went through any possible haircolour for the what-if-twins father and since him mentioning blonde made me laugh con umore for the obvious reason that my boss" she pointed a short finger at Kurapika, chuckling in all good humor: "- happned to be blonde, the fortune-teller thought that my scherzando laughter means romance." It did meant romance. The Fortune-teller had known. It did meant romance. The fortune-teller had known and used it. It did meant romance. The fortune-teller who clearly had been a master of his craft had read in Senritsus eyes like in an open book, but Basho had decided to just politely ignore anything that was between her and Kurapika that was not directly stated so Senritsu just continued without batting an eye: "Mhmmm, I will be honest with you, it was very lesto to see the fortune-teller go through all the tactics I had been teached myself as a child to fraud other people while my siblings empty their pockets. It made me feel very nostalgic." Senritsu just shaked her head, amused over the story and the fact that she indeed could still be tricked by people she should be able to read perfectly: "And very much at home. All thanks to Basho almost getting robbed by traveling-preformers."

Finally one of the waiter came to their table and set down three bowls of Ramen whichs spicy scent rose into the air and stroked around Senritsus nose like the most precious caress. It was notonly Senritsus hearbeat that sang like a happy bird over the meal. With nimble movements she picked up the fishcakes swimming in her bowl with a spoon and put them in Bashos bowl that he patintly accepted. "Small price to pay for Senritsu promising me I got to be the godfather of the what-ifs. I feel very honoured." the poet commented and gave Senritsu a judging look when she was about, hating eating fish as she did, to shove over the slices of Nori into his bowl as well. The Musician stopped and instead only laughingly put the norislices on the table beside her bowl. She was too hungry to be picky, but even in this moment she avoided fish. Still eagerly the woman grabbed her fork and tangled it into the transculent like glass looking noodles. The first bite was a relief and the second bite was just the most delicious meal she ever had. "Also if you start to get the what-ifs done any time soon while we are sharing a room, I will make sure the what-ifs never happen by setting one of you aflame.", Basho friendly smacked Kurapikas shoulder with a much too big hand before he pulled his ramen-bowl to him and broke the chopsticks appart with a gesture that looked much to elegant for such a massive man: "Very likely it would be you, Kurapika, because that little lady knows all my secrets and will use them against me. So by all means, in whatever scenario in which you two start kissing do not dare to make me a godfather in the next fifteen years." "You almost sound con serietà afraid of me, Basho." Senritsu hummed over pieces of chicken that she ravenous fished out of her soup to eat, and between bites smiled as innocently as she was not. "I know how to chose my battles." the chopsticks gestured in her direction: "And I am not fighting someone who apparently grew up between fraudsters." "Very wise of you."

[trastornadosrevista]

Lollapalooza 2024: EL FESTIVAL MÁS IMPORTANTE DE ARGENTINA ANUNCIA UNA GRILLA HISTÓRICA PARA SU NOVENA EDICIÓN

#LollaAr confirmó uno de los lineups más potentes de su historia para su novena edición a realizarse entre el 15 y el 17 de marzo. Con artistas que vendrán por primera vez a Argentina como Blink-182 y SZA, grandes figuras internacionales de diferentes segmentos del panorama musical como Sam Smith, Feid, el primer headliner latino del festival, Arcade Fire y Limp Bizkit, e ídolos de la música local como YSY A y Miranda!, por nombrar solo algunos, el festival continúa superándose año a año. En la conjunción de artistas consagrados y emergentes, la fiesta que preparan promete ser inolvidable.

Hoy es un día muy importante para todos los amantes de la música: Lollapalooza Argentina devela el misterio de la grilla de su novena edición. Con producción de DF Entertainment, encabezan un line up histórico colmado de talento, grandes nombres, música de todo tipo de géneros, tanto internacional como nacional, así como nuevas figuras: Blink-182, Feid, SZA, Sam Smith, Arcade Fire, Limp Bizkit, Hozier, The Offspring, y Thirty Seconds to Mars. Entre estos headliners, encontramos artistas que vendrán por primera vez al país como la emblemática banda pop punk Blink-182 con su formación original (en una reprogramación de su visita cancelada al LollaAr 2023 por una lesión del baterista), la reconocida cantante y compositora norteamericana SZA, el primer latinoamericano en lo más alto de la grilla de la mano del rapero colombiano Feid, y una gran diversidad en la propuesta en cuanto a los géneros. Más rap de la mano del también argentino YSY A, rap en el cruce con nu metal con Limp Bizkit, indie rock con Arcade Fire, folk con Hozier, punk rock con The Offspring y rock alternativo con Thirty Seconds to Mars. Con semejantes headliners, el festival demuestra una vez más su compromiso por brindarle a su público lo mejor de la música contemporánea, con la diversidad como bandera, y un equilibrio entre novedades y clásicos para todos los gustos.

Además de estos increíbles shows principales, #LollaAR 2024 contará con la banda indie Phoenix, el diamante del pop argentino Miranda!, el legendario cantante mexicano Cristian Castro, la banda británica de hits bailables Jungle, el reconocido DJ y productor Diplo, más electrónica de primera con el trío Above & Beyond, el regional mexicano de Grupo Frontera, el dance de Meduza, el house del DJ y productor australiano Dom Dolla y el pop provocador de la artista británica-japonesa Rina Sawayama. 

Para los amantes del pop, estarán también la cantante y actriz Dove Cameron, los argentinos Bandalos Chinos, Juliana Gattas y Fermín, y para quienes vibran con la música urbana habrá otras figuras como Bhavi, Robleis y FMK, entre otros. El rock dirá presente en múltiples facetas, con psicodelia de la mano de King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard, en el cruce con la electrónica con los locales y ascendentes Peces Raros, en plan alternativo con Nothing but Thieves… 

La electrónica crece en el festival y suma nombres internacionales como el del dúo francés The Blaze, ZHU, cantante y productor norteamericano de origen chino, Timmy Trumpet y su electro house, y el dúo canadiense Loud Luxury, así como con representantes locales como el DJ y productor Mariano Mellino, Franzizca, aportando una cuota de techno al festival y la ecléctica Anita B Queen. Habrá también punk jazz, darkwave y trip hop de la mano de su rey indiscutido King Krule, R&B del mexicano/estadounidence Omar Apollo, ¡y mucho más!

El festival convertirá Buenos Aires en la meca musical de la región durante el 15, 16 y 17 de marzo de 2024 en el Hipódromo de San Isidro, y ahora que se dio a conocer la grilla, abre la venta de los últimos abonos para ser parte de la fiesta musical más imperdible del país. Los tickets ya están en venta únicamente a través de All Access.

[ilovelaica]

My endless list of favourite horses: Helenenhof’s Catoo. [Ridden by Rainer Schwiebert.]

[lilyundertaker]

April bullies day 14 - My little housewife

Pairing: bully!Toji Fushiguro x reader;

Genre: college AU, smut, one-shot;

Warnings: 18+, bullying, non-con/dub-con, none consensual blowjob, cumeating, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, homophobic themes;

Synopsis: you destroy playboy Toji's life at highschool prom, making it look like he's gay, thus he gets sent to some institution for gay people by the Zenin clan. Unfortunately, he comes back to haunt you at college, now with a single intention in his head - to destroy your future.

Note: in rl I fully support LGBTQ+ gang, and the homophobic stuff is purely for the plot here.

The high school prom was a BLAST! The memories of it were still lingering at the back of your mind, but the best thing that came out of it – it was the last time you’d ever see Toji Fushiguro, or at least you’d only see him after years. The reason why you hated the guy so much was due to his infamous school-playboy reputation, one of his conquests being your own best friend, who went to a therapist after the whole thing got exposed. The prom night was a perfect day to put your revenge at motion.

Toji must’ve been surprised out of his mind when you accepted his invitation to prom as well as to spend the night at a near-by hotel room. So far you had been the final name missing from his list of conquest and he was way too happy to finish it before moving on to his next domain, that he never caught even a whisp of your true intentions.

Let’s just say that after all the fun n dancin’ you excused yourself to your room, saying that you needed 20 minutes to prepare yourself, whilst he pumped himself up with drinks of all sorts of colors. When he finally came staggering to the hotel room, he was so happy to see a beautiful body outline hidden under the blanket, so he rid himself from most of his clothing. But as soon as he pushed himself under the covers, you stepped out of the bathroom, pulled the covers off and took a picture of Toji kissing your gay friend.

The shock on everyone’s faces of the revelation that Toji was gay, has been printed in your memory. What’s more, his prestigious family made a whole family drama for him, as they were well know for their arranged marriage breeding program (basically those people are very pressing over the importance of producing offspring), so you could only imagine how Toji got himself beat up for something that wasn’t really his fault. But as the saying goes – revenge is best served cold, and you sure as hell went by the book.

The thing was, you didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him, as he had broken your best friend’s heart and caused you lots of trouble and drama during your school years, just because you refused to sleep with him. The worst thing he had done to you was putting hot glue in your hair which caused some burns at the back of your neck, plus you were forced to shave a bit of your hair for better treatment. And all that just because you wouldn’t jump in bed with him.

Currently you were studying at the Metropolitan Technical college and in short it was all you had imagined – amazing teachers, huge libraries, loads of juicy information and the best thing of all was definitely your new classmates, who were all of mature character. There had been one classmate, who would be learning remotely for the first month, due to his or her other duties, that included family business.

By the end of your first month, you received a group assignment, where there would be four people per group. You got paired of with Kento Nanami and Satoru Gojo and the mystery fourth person, who would appear at school somewhere during next week. You had pretty much forgotten about the phantom 4th member as you were considering a potential thesis at the library with Nanami and Gojo.

You were so nose-deep in books that you didn’t notice how Nanami and Gojo had quieted down and were greeting the last member of the group, who turned out to be none other than Toji Fushiguro of the Zenin clan. You felt as if all air had been sucked out of your lungs as he smiled politely at you. “Do you guys know each other?” “No!” you quickly shouted out not even paying attention to who asked the question. Instead, you quickly grabbed your things and left in a hurry to the dormitory, making things even more awkward.

The entirety of the next month would be spent by partially attending lectures and partially working on the assigned project. Your current situation felt like walking on eggshells, fearing that at any moment Toji may snap and repay you in kind for the embarrassment you had caused him, but surprisingly he did nothing. Toji would interact with you only whilst your team were working on the project, but otherwise he’d let you be and wouldn’t even talk to you. Considering his past behavior, you were 50% convinced he might’ve actually grown more mature, since he was calm and quiet, spending nearly all of his time on academics, whilst the rest was divided by eating and sleeping.

So, when it was nearly time of the presentation you all had to divide the parts that you’d be speaking in front of the class. Nanami would start with the introduction, whilst you’d be explaining the body of your work. Gojo took on the part of arguments, leaving the conclusion and affirmation of thesis to Toji, but, since you had worked that out mostly by yourself, you all agreed that two days before presenting Toji would discuss his part with you.

That day you were as clueless as Toji had been on the prom night. The only difference was that Toji got drunk on cocktails, while you were currently drunk on studies, doing your absolute best to get excellent grades. When he came to your room at midday, you politely invited him in and offered him a drink, to which he responded by shutting your doors loudly and turning the key to lock the door. Once you looked back to him an angry scowl decorated his face.

You were surprised by his sudden change of attitude, but still thought it might be because the group left him the last bite at the project, and you were ready to bargain with him. All such thoughts perished once he backed you up against the bed and fell on it with you crushed underneath him. That is when you finally realized that something was wrong it wasn’t about the project.

“Ya actually had the gall to imagine I’d forget what you did to me that night?” He was fuming. His brute strength, which you hadn’t really noticed before all of a sudden became frightening to you and currently all you wished for was to get as far away from him as possible.

“I was forced to stay four moths at some straightening program, just because my family thought I was a bloody homosexual.” He discarded you of your shirt and leggings with one arm, while holding both of your arms in a tight grip with the other one.

“All that lecture about how important it is to produce children, the need to beat up all of those other guys, just so they’d stop flinging their cocks in front of my face destroyed my perception of the world, so…” you looked in his eyes trembling as he took off his own shirt and tied your arms with his belt. “…I think it’s only fair that I destroy your future in return.” He tightened it around your wrists, making you wince, and rolled you over so that you were laying on your belly and your ass was up against his clothed crotch. You knew full well what would follow.

“Hold your horses! Listen! This-, I…” you didn’t even know what to say to him and how to get out of this situation. “How is this gonna destroy my future huh? Really think Imma stop my study’s just because you finished your goddamn list?” That was a clear challenge for Toji and he was happy to answer. He leaned down so that his breath brushed against your ear. “You’ll find out once I’m finished inside of you.”

You used your body’s advantage and slipped out of Toji’s grip. You bolted right for the bathroom, hands still bound, but you couldn’t make it in time as Toji had grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back in room.

“M’gonna teach you how to behave, so that you’ll be good to me, my little wife.” You had hoped you heard wrong, or perhaps he was confused, or he said the wrong word. Once you looked up to him again, he was fully naked, and his cock was rock hard n full of blood.

“But first, before we can get to the main course, you gotta take care of my hard on.” You had no time to react when his cock was already in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Your arms were pushing against his thick thighs, “Yeah baby, use them claws on me!” he grunted out and bobbed your head faster, making you choke. A mixture of saliva and his pre was leaking from the corners of your mouth and he, being a gentleman, wiped the corners for you.

It was troublesome to breathe through your nose whilst your mouth was stuffed full of Toji’s cock, but as he soothingly cooed that’s rights and good girls at you, you somehow relaxed and were able to finish the deed easier. Or more accurately, he was the one to finish the deed in your mouth.

You were coughing and inhaling sharp breaths as his seed dripped out of your mouth onto the cold floor. “That’s a good start into making a lil housewife outta you.” He praised and pulled you again by the hair to face you. “I guess I should reward you, but I’m in a bit of a rush, so let’s cancel it to some other time.”

It wasn’t exactly clear for you to why he was rushing things all of a sudden, but then again it would be weird if he’d walked out of the all-girl’s floor after such a long time, as it was a taboo for students to wonder on the floors assigned for the opposite gender at the dormitory. All meetings were supposed to be carried out at study areas to lessen the numbers of young mothers and fathers.

Finally, he got off the belt, allowing your blood flow return to it’s natural rhythm. Toji kissed you all of a sudden, but you came to learn that it was merely a diversion to mask the fact that his cock entered you in a sharp, piercing thrust, making you scream in his mouth.

“Chill out wifey, m’not gonna move until it’s all better for you, kay?!” he assured, giving some comfort to your aching soul. You held a tight grip on his shoulders as a way to force out the frustration of the pain you felt in your beating cunt. Some blood came sticky out of your vagina, but you mistook it for your own juices and finally allowed Toji to move. And boy did he move. Your tits were bouncing like crazy from the precise and dominant thrusts he was punching your way.

The best thing about this torture had to be the fact that Toji wouldn’t leave your mouth unattended and stucks his own tongue as for as it would go in your mouth, exploring every spot of your wet cavern. You could tell that his tongue was super-experienced, which was no surprise, considering how many of your former classmates he had split on his cock, whilst sticking his tongue down their throats.

Your eyes were closed shut as you released small moans and whimpers in Toji’s mouth, while he still drilled his hips in yours. You felt Toji’s pace speeding up as he was closing in on his release, before he parted from the kiss and grabbed you tightly, digging his cock as deep as he could to release his warm seed inside your pussy.

At that moment you felt as if you had been woken up from some kind of a spell, because you began banging on his chest and telling him to let go, going nuts over the fact that you might not get plan b in time. “Toji please, let…” “Shhhh, it’s all ok little wifey, you’re gonna look so pretty with you little baby bump, paddling around the house, cooking dinner for me.” For a moment you thought that he might be delirious, drunk on some distant fantasy, but then you remembered again. What he said. He told you he’d make a wife out of you. A fucking wife! You, a first-year college student, would be forced to leave your studies, just because your asshole of a classmate knocked you up out of spite and…revenge.

For a second you thought whether Toji was feeling as hopeless as you were now after you had made that whole gay shit charade. It didn’t matter though cause currently you were being impregnated by your enemy, his sperm probably already reach your egg so it would be only a question of time before Toji Fushiguro gives the Zenin clan a formal introduction of his little wife.

[absurdthirst]

Breaking Point {Werewolf!Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: NON-CON mentions, pregnancy, voyeurism, masturbation, mentions of oral, werewolf fucking, unprotected sex, cream pie

Comments: Pero is slowly losing his mind around his mate, craving her as the full moon looms close. Trying to resist the animalistic urges of the monster. Until he finds her in the woods, in the spot where he had planted the babe in her belly and that night the wolf takes control again. 

**Thank you @wheresarizona for the lovely beta!

DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT: This is a monster fucking fic. If you can’t handle the fact that non-con is a part of this, please roll on by. 

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He smells her everywhere. That scent permeates his nostrils, both as the beast and as a man until he finds himself going mad. Cloying and sweet, often laced with the tangy scent of a wet cunt, arousal. Making his cock stiffen and his countenance even gloomier as he tries to ignore it. To pretend that he doesn’t smell her pheromones rolling off of her in waves. Like a siren beckoning sailors to their water graves on the craggy rocks. He had never believed his kind were real, so why could sirens not be? 

Guilt keeps him from acknowledging it. Guilt, and the fear that it is not actually what she wants. The wolf, he knows it, his presence under Pero’s skin shimmers, urging him to take his woman. To provide what the air is telling him so clearly what she needs. To satiate her on his cock and fill her womb again and again until the air is permanently mixed with a combination of their fluids. Until it marks every corner of the clearing and fills her cabin so that no other creature would think that she was not his. 

He has never been a man who was easy to get along with. His friend, his only friend - William, having to put up with his sarcastic humor and often dark temperament. He had a hard life, as did many others, and it had not made him a gentle man. 

Like many of his kind, he had killed for survival from a young age, stealing and scraping his way through his younger years until he was taught the art of war. Illiterate men are useful when they have a face that makes others wary and can swing an axe with his skill. He follows the coins, the squabbling of rich men never concerned him much beyond who would pay the most. 

Survival was what mattered. Coins to buy food to fill his belly, occasionally pay for a tumble with a woman when his hand no longer sufficed for pleasure. He was a rough, simple man who had not expected to live to see his fortieth year. 

When he had been attacked, when the change had occurred, those needs changed. He had become more animalistic, even though he had never filled another woman on his rare treks to the village. He had been unwilling to risk this. A child or creature born of his curse. Yet the wolf had now decided for him. 

She is carrying his child. His offspring would be born soon. The need to improve the little space that she carves out for herself every day drives him to work tirelessly. The wolf gives him strength and stamina that he hadn’t had when he was a mercenary. He could only imagine the coins he would have if he had been, although his monthly change would have gotten him killed eventually. 

Still, he chopped wood and expanded the clearing of her cottage. Stacking cords of kindling in neat rows and grunting in satisfaction every time the thud of the axe rang out in the forest. The deer and rabbits no longer nibbled in her vegetable garden. The little nuisances kept clear once he had marked the area. She had babbled at him one day about it, how she can’t believe that she isn't losing any crops this season. 

Moss was shoved into the chinks in the logs of her home with his dagger. Stuffing them full so that the fierce winds would not blow in when they came. The cave would have been better, he knows that no wind will get inside, she would be warm and safe, but he couldn’t demand that she leaves her home. This cottage was her safety, she was comfortable here and he can’t make his mate worry. Not in her condition. 

Mate. He tries to rationalize the word. She had never said she would be his. The wolf had decided, taken her for his own. Still, Pero tried to resist. To cling to the remaining humanity he possesses and keep his distance while she grows round with his child.  

When she leaves the clearing of the cottage he follows her. Never seen, he stays back, giving her the space she deserves but he would never leave her unprotected. Not when there are other things in the forest that could hurt her or the babe. He watches over her as gathers berries for the mouthwatering jams and fruit pies that she makes. Her little cellar is overflowing and he’s already planning on digging her out another one. 

He never disturbs her, never wanting her to feel as if she doesn’t have her freedom. It’s more that the wolf that is inside him screams to protect her. As if his mere presence will prevent her from falling and twisting an ankle. 

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Silence, the woods around him are always filled with silence. His mere presence means that not a creature dared to stir near him. He could smell them, the rabbits and other small creatures that made the woods home. All hiding in their dens as if he were on the prowl with the moon shining overhead.

Maybe that’s why she slipped from his sight. He was too busy listening to the silence. Or maybe it was because he was caught up in the heady thoughts of how she had taken him, in his wolf form. Or how she had unfurled for him like the most delicate flower under the hot laps of his tongue. Just thinking of her brought the taste to his lips, making him lick the dry skin. 

When his head turns, he doesn’t see her. His entire body stiffening and every well honed sense comes alive as the creature inside him demands to know where his mate is. Clawing to get out with the coming moon. 

It doesn’t take long to find her. While his senses are never as sharp as when he becomes the monster that lurks under his skin, it is still better than when he had been a mere man. Following the hunger that lingers in the air, another wave of arousal hits his nose and makes his cock twitch painfully beneath the breeches that chafe since he has started wearing them more. 

When it had just been him around his cave, he had spent several days after his night as the wolf just wearing his skin. Settling back into himself. He hadn’t wanted her to be uncomfortable with his nudity. Not when he had shown up at her doorstep bare assed and announcing that he was the wolf that had impregnated her. 

Tovar slips through the wood quietly. His footsteps are sure and light, barely stirring any of the foliage that litters the floor and no sticks breaking give away his position or approach. He moves like the mist through the trees and in the past he would have been proud of his ability to move so undetected. He could have charged more coin for his skills. 

Now it doesn’t matter. Not when his eyes land on her. Widening slightly as his nostrils flare. Both exhaling harshly at the sight and inhaling deeply, reveling in the way that her sweet cunt seems to saturate the very air in the clearing. 

She is lying on the forest floor. He would have feared that she had fallen and hurt herself if it was not for her position. Legs splayed and skirt and shift pushed up over her swollen belly, her fingers between her thighs. Rubbing that little bundle of nerves that was so responsive to his touch the last time he had lapped at it with his tongue. 

His mouth waters, cock throbbing and twitching as he watches. He shouldn’t, just like he shouldn’t have done a lot of things to her, but he doesn’t even blink. Listening to her soft moans, her eyes closed and biting at her lip until it is plump and swollen as she tries to quiet herself. 

Her belly is in the way, making her hitch her legs higher, spreading them wider so that she can reach her cunt like she wants. He swallows harshly, reaching down and squeezing himself through the leather pants as she dips her fingers into her cunt, wishing that he was sliding inside her as he was now. 

He remembers how it felt around the monster’s cock. Oft wondering how she would take him as he is right now. Would she feel as tight, as hot as she had that night when she cried out so loudly that the heavens heard. His groan is quiet, not disturbing her as her hips start to move, aiding her fingers. 

“Pero…” His eyes pop open, expecting to see her staring at him in horror, but her eyes are still shut, brow knitted in concentration as she stuffs her cunt full of her fingers and pump them in and out frantically. “Pero. Fuck- more.” 

She is thinking about him. His heart pounds in his chest and he wants to rush into the clearing and sink into her. To take her again and this time look in her eyes when she cums on his cock. He doesn’t, instead he watches while she whines and fingers her cunt, working herself closer to cumming with every roll of her wrist. 

It’s beautiful, wild and base. His growl surprises him, rumbling out softly and he feels the part of him that he can’t control clawing to the surface, itching to get out just as soon as the fat, waxy moon breaks. 

He doesn’t feel bad about watching her pleasure herself, instead he’s proud that it’s his name that is pouring from her lips in small gasps. That what he is doesn’t make her fear him. He had honestly expected fear or revulsion, but she is different. The idea that it is because she is his mate is one that the werewolf inside him tries to continuously drive home. 

His breathing is uneven as he hears the wetness of her cunt, tasting it in the air as she pulls her fingers out of her little hole and starts rubbing her clit again. Her pants echo in his ears, calling for him and he remembers the sweet sound of her screaming her pleasure both times he had heard them. 

Her cry of pleasure is soft, slow and he knows that she isn’t fulfilled. She had bucked and screamed under his body and then last month - his tongue. The small tremor of her body wasn’t enough of his inner beast demands that he take care of his mate. 

Still, he doesn’t make his presence known, keeping silent as she stands slowly and lowers her skirts down again. Knowing that moment had been for her and he didn’t want to embarrass her. Watching her walk off into the woods towards the cottage. 

As soon as he can no longer hear her, Pero is moving. Rushing out from the trees that had given him cover and over to the patch of mossy floor that she had just lain on, his fingers rip at his breeches. The smell of her cum is overwhelming, filling his nostrils and flooding his senses as he pulls his aching cock out. 

Pero doesn’t even spit in his hand, just starts to furiously stroke his cock, pulling his foreskin down and using the precum that has coated the tip for some slickness. It’s drier than her cunt would be but he doesn’t mind, prefers it as he tugs on it with quick, hurried motions of his hand. So built up it doesn’t take more than a dozen strokes before he is cumming. 

Spilling onto the ground where she had touched herself, Pero marks it. Ropes of cum spurting out onto the moss and the dirt while he growls out her name to himself in the forest. Panting slightly while his hand starts to slow down, making sure every drop of his seed is worked out of his cock and falls into the earth. 

He tucks his softening cock away and wipes away a few drops of his cum on the leaves of a fallen tree before he turns to make his way towards the river. He doesn’t want her to see him come from the same area that she had been in, and wanting to wash properly so the scent of his cum was not covering her sweet smell. Pero huffs to himself as he treks through the forest. The hour of the wolf is creeping closer. 

****

“You must stay inside.” Pero repeats the same words he had spoken last month. Ignoring the way that she huffs and rolls her eyes as her hands stroke the roundness of her belly. “Do not come out until I have changed.” 

“Pero…” His skin quakes when she murmurs his name, remembering how she had cried it just this afternoon when she had cum on her fingers thinking of him. The beast growls, making his eyes flash yellow instead of his normal brown.

His mate falls silent, obviously feeling nervous about what she was going to say. It makes Pero huff slightly, and step closer to her. He doesn’t touch her often, never wanting her to feel uncomfortable with him. To pull away from him. Now though, he reaches out to cup her belly and then her cheek. “I will not risk hurting you or the babe.” He reminds her, his heart racing when she nuzzles slightly into his hand. “Leave your shift off so I do not rip it.” 

The sounds she makes is nearly a whimper, making his stomach clench and his cock twitch in the breeches he still wears. He will strip bare before he starts to change, unwilling to ruin them as his body and bones break and reknit together in the form of the beast. Her breath catches and he nods when he sees that she understands. Her own eyes blowing wide in anticipation and his hand flexes against her face for a moment before his touch softens again. 

She wants it. The knowledge of her lust for him makes him burn, anticipating the change with an eagerness he’s never experienced before. The pain would be worth it, every agonizing second of his transformation will be worth it to have her want him. 

The sun is starting to lower in the sky and he sighs softly before he drops his hand from her cheek. “Go inside.” He orders, not wanting her to see his transformation into the werewolf. He has no idea how it would look to someone, the only living being that has witnessed it is his horse and he cannot speak. His other fear is to somehow hurt her. Even if the beast is protective of her, he is not in complete control of himself. 

He watches as she obeys him. Turning and walking towards her cottage and the safety within. Grunting to himself as he starts to strip down. The absence of the material on his skin feels better and he folds the clothing neatly to set in his camp area. 

Minutes tick by, his heart pounding and he hears her move around inside the cottage. He wants to see what she is doing, see her as she moves about her tasks. Is she stripping down like he is now? Is she waiting until he scratches at the door like he had last month?

Oftentimes the idea of domesticity makes his heart ache. The simple tasks that the two of you manage for the other days of the month and yet it is not enough. He wants to watch you wake up, see you smile at him when your eyes open and to caress the rounded skin of your stomach while you sleep. 

His heart speeds up, sweat breaking out over his skin and the hairs on the back of his neck start to raise. The tell-tale signs that the cursed moon was about to break over the horizon. The beast is eager to be released, to be free to move about in his skin and to guard his mate, believing that he needs to take care of her better. 

The ringing in his ears starts, making him gasp as the first wave of pain crashes over him. Making him understand that the wolf would be tearing through quickly and he looks towards the door one last time through his human eyes, wondering if she is ready for the beast.

****

Sharp claws scratch, slowly to not gouge the wood too deeply, he throws his head back and howls. Proclaiming the woods and everything in them are his once again. Sending out a warning for all that lived in the woods to be wary tonight and seek their dens. 

Except for her. The door opens and his yellow eyes focus on her with the same intensity that he had watched her that first night. His cock already hardening when he sees that she is naked just like he had told her would be best. The tangy scent of her wet cunt makes him lick his chops, but he doesn’t push her to the ground like he had before. He was eager to taste her, but there was more that he wanted. 

He wanted her again. Her stomach is swollen, the evidence of his potent seed showing and making him growl as he leans in, his nose bumping up against the flesh and sniffing the babe that is resting in her womb. It’s growing, nurtured in her body under her breast and his tongue drags over her skin for one moment to taste it before he turns and starts to walk away from her. 

“Pero!” He growls, deep in his chest when she calls out to him, turning his head and seeing her confusion written on her face. It’s heavy enough in the air that the distress is rolling off of her in waves. Making him stand straight and stalk towards her. 

For her part, she doesn’t step back in fear. Her nipples are hard and her breathing heavy, but it’s not fear that has her panting. Her eyes are fixed between his legs where his cock had stirred and hardened. Her pretty lips parted and the whites of her eyes larger than normal. It makes the very human part of the beast imagine her lips around his length. 

That will not happen though. He has a destination in mind. Hands - claws, gently reach for her. Mindful that his mate is delicate, that she would not bear his marks if it could be helped. Her gasp is loud in his sensitive ears as he lift her, her weight nothing as he starts to carry her into the woods. 

He wants her back in that spot. The clearing that he had watched her just this morning. The mossy floor where he had fucked his seed into her womb would see the werewolf again. Not the man who had spilled his release over the ground earlier, but the wolf who had taken her so many moons ago. The howls and screams different this time. 

He moves swiftly, sensing that she is confused but her heartbeat pounds in his ears as if he had one pressed to her chest. It’s fluttering in her chest and her fingers brush over the coarse fur that covers his body. Tentative and then almost stroking it as if she were petting him. Another little rumble vibrates in his chest, pleased that she is curious. 

His cock swings wildly, still hard and the tip leaking as he breaks through the trees and sets her down. It aches and he wants nothing more that to push her to her knees and drive his cock deep into that tight cunt again, howling in pleasure the entire time. 

He won’t though. This time, the need to protect to comfort is greater that his own. He won’t risk harming the babe in her belly with his harsh thrusts. He’ll let her use him if she wishes. 

Laying down in the same spot she had just hours before, the werewolf settles on his back. His cock rests against his stomach and his yellow eyes watch as she bites her lip and flusters at obviously being back in this spot with him. 

“You- why did you bring me here?” She asks quietly, stepping forward and looking around while one hand drifts towards her stomach. She does that a lot, rubbing the babe when she is thinking or going about her day. He can’t answer her with words but his cock twitches and there is another low grumble in his chest. 

She should know why he brought here her. He tasted her cunt last full moon and then left her to rest, hunting for another deer to process when he had changed back into his human form. She had awoken to find him already working, processing the animal to save for the coming snows that were just a month shy of arriving. Soon it would be too cold to be nude out in the forest, and she would be too large with the babe. It was already surprising that it has stayed warm for as long as it has.

He wants to satisfy her needs. Her body screams for pleasure and it’s his duty to provide it for her. Memories of her fingers deep in her cunt makes him growl, his cock leaping up and another thick pearl of liquid seeping down into his fur and darkening it. 

Those eyes drift back down to his cock and his own narrow, pleased that he sees desire pooling in their depth as she licks her lips and inches forward again. “I- “ She doesn’t finish what she is thinking and he just watches her. Waits for her to move forward again. This is her choice.

It doesn’t take long for her to move beside him. Slowly creeping forward and finally touching his side with her leg. He grunts, making her eyes leave his throbbing cock, one that she had felt inside her, and move up to his face. 

He bares his teeth, not to scare her, but show his throat. Stretching it out, he shows her weakness. His most vulnerable place being presented to her as he sniffs the air. The slight crispness in the air added to the scent of lying leaves and bark, mixed with the earthy, loamy forest floor. Mixed with her arousal, now shiny and sliding down the inside of her thighs, it is intoxicating. 

It takes long minutes of staying still, not moving a muscle before she is on her knees beside him. Her fingers flexing as they reach out, freezing in midair before she touches him again. Fingers sinking into his fur and sliding down along the natural grain as she inches towards his cock. 

He growls again, making her freeze but his cock jerks up and she inhales sharply. Looking up at him again. “I- I have thought about this.” She confesses, making his chest swell slightly with pride. He knows she has, but admitting it to the wolf is brave. His mate is brave, taking him like she had and then allowing him to care for her. Now this. “Wondered what the cock that split me open looked like.” 

He grunts, watching her carefully and nudging his chin forward. She can explore if she wants, touch him however she wishes and use the cock that is hard for her pleasure. His growl turns to a low whine those fingers wrap around him. Tentative at first and then firmer, squeezing him and stroking up and down his overheated skin covering the stiff length. 

Still he doesn’t move. Letting her move at her own pace. Even if he huffs, bracing his body to attack her to flip her over and mount her again. His teeth snap together and his claws dig into the earth underneath him. 

Her moan at his restraint makes him whine, desperate for her hot cunt around him. Or even allowing him to lick her again. Something to satisfy this ache that is clawing inside him and making him want to bay at the moon. 

The wolf snarls when her leg lifts, swinging over his torso and sliding down to where his cock butts up against her ass. She doesn’t freeze this time, too needy to be fearful now that he hasn’t moved while she stroked his cock beyond the slight shift of his hips that had thrilled her. 

When she lifts her hips up, the wolf tenses again, anticipating that moment where the thick, slick head of his cock slides through her folds. He’s larger than her, he could cover her and overpower her at any moment but right now he watches as she lines him up and slowly starts to sink down on his thick, monstrous cock. 

Her moan fills his ears, panted out with every inch of flesh that she takes. Her cunt lips are stretched wide and he sees that it looks like she couldn’t possibly take him. But she can, he knows that she has and it was far less gentle that right now. He doesn’t thrust up even though instinct demands that he does. The need to protect his mate overrules it. 

Only when she is fully sat on his cock does he howl. Loud and long, his howl rings through the trees and the forest for all to hear. Calling out that he has been claimed this time, rather than being claimed. 

Growling and snarling, he watches her move. Lifting and lowering herself on his cock under her own power. Wanting to have him inside her. Wanting the wolf. 

Her cries start soft, pinched with slight pain as his girth stretches her out. Slowly getting louder as her inner muscles relax, the frown between her brows smoothing out and her mouth dropping open while her hands brace on his chest, tangling into his hair. 

His mate is riding him. Grumbling out happily while his hips shift up just once, making her bounce and another loud moan ripping out of her throat. Rocking back and thrusting her tits out while her belly stands out between them. Still he doesn’t take over. The monster content to let her use him, craving the hot clench of her cunt, the slickness of her cunt when she cums. 

She bounces on him, her own pace getting rougher and faster. Gasping out mewls that fill the air and sound desperate while her fingers dig into his flesh. It would look incredible if the wolf didn’t know that they were alone in the forest for miles. A large grey werewolf on his back while a smaller human fucks herself on his cock. He growls and watches as she reaches up to gently cup her breasts. 

Slowly his claws slide toward her skin, careful not to slice into her as they grip her body. Holding onto her hips as he starts to take over. She’s getting tired, her pace faltering and he can feel her cunt fluttering while she gallops towards an orgasm. 

His thrusts take over, making her wail out and nearly collapses down onto his chest. Only her burgeoning belly prevents it, but he doesn’t stop. Feeling her cunt lock down around his cock and flood it with heat and slick while he snarls loudly, rocking up into her harder. Instinct taking over and the need to cum all that is present in his mind. 

Feeling her shudder around him while his own need sharpens, panting out snarls and growling in exquisite pleasure for another have dozen thrusts before he is bucking up and holding her tight, another howl - softer this time - dragged out of him in the same pulsing tempo of his cock twitching. 

Flooding her already occupied womb with another torrent of his seed, the wolf huffs. He had reached his breaking point, giving into the desires of the monster and the human - although he tried to deny it. Pleased that he had satisfied his mate.