#i hope this is enough to satisfy some of that hunger lol

[pande-monty-um]

Pande..can u drop some jacob and staci headcanons 4 me...im starving💔

Oooo okay!

Here's some more headcanons I have about them 😁 honestly I've got so many different ideas on how their dynamic could be that some of them wouldn't fit together well or need to be left out of a story but that's okay!

Here's just some general ones that have been on my mind recently:

-Staci spends most of his time with Jacob learning everything he can about him. It's obviously a survival mechanism for him and something that Jacob comes to rely on without realizing it.

Staci needs to be useful to Jacob and what better way then to anticipate all his needs. Jacob's pen runs out of ink and Staci's instantly there with a replacement, Jacob misplaced his radio and Staci immediately digs it out of a pile of paperwork, Jacob didn't put his boots by his bed the night before and wakes to them exactly where he likes them, unlaced neatly and all.

If we're following canon then after Staci's "betrayal" he finds himself lifting a hand expecting what he needs to be handed to him, or goes to grab coffee but making it too strong (not how Staci would make it) and it would piss Jacob off because suddenly he misses and feels Staci's absence and relying on someone like that is Weakness! How could he have not noticed how reliant he's become on this one sinner?

-Staci is scrappy, he's not afraid to fight dirty and will use any trick he can come up with to fight someone off, but I don't think he ever throws the first punch. He can be aggressive and stand his ground but if he hit a Peggie first he'd have to answer to Jacob terrifying. Also I think he can't bring himself to be violent towards the other prisoners unless they are first, he feels like he failed these people he was supposed to protect so even when Jacob puts a gun in his hand and orders him to "put them out of their misery" he can't do it. He'll shake and try and try because he needs to show Jacob he's strong but in the end, even when he's under the music box's influence, he can't pull the trigger.

-At first Staci is terrified of the wolves, but after a while of seeing the process they go through he realizes they're not so different from each other.

I like to think that he's one of the only people that actually spends time learning their behavior and starts to figure out their dynamics (much like he does with Jacob) which creates a bond with them. It's not perfect and not all of them are friendly but they clearly show favoritism towards Staci when he's around.

-Staci is a chewer, he'll chew on pen tips and pencils if he's nervous or deep in thought, pull long strands of grass out and nibble on the end, he'd chew on Jacob if he'd let him.

- I have a lil mini headcanon that Staci got his ears pierced during school. He went to Claire's or something with a girlfriend cause she wanted to pierce her ears but she got scared and opted out but didn't want the trip to go to waste so Staci just shrugged and said he'll do it (cause he wanted to look cool in front of her and show how manly he was for not being scared). He wore them regularly for years until the second month of his job on the force. He was answering a call with his training officer and nearly got his ear torn off by a drunk guy resisting arrest.

- which leads me to the next headcanon! Jacob is touchy, he grabs and holds and pats and pinches. So when he saw Staci's pierced ears it was just another thing to haze him with. In the beginning he'd flick his ears and call him names which over time would become more of a sweet and teasing gesture than an aggressive one.

If they were out somewhere Jacob would pull him in by the back of the head or have an arm slung over Staci's shoulders or hold him and talk over his shoulder to whoever had his attention at the time. At first Staci wouldn't be sure if he could touch Jacob back but the first time he initiated it Jacob seemed to be more possessive that day and had Staci glued to his hip.

-Staci kinda ends up acting like a working service dog for Jacob's ptsd. If he wakes from a nightmare Staci would act like a weighted blanket and his even breathing would lull Jacob back to sleep. If he was having a flashback Staci would make more obvious noise and distract Jacob from his thoughts. He'd make tea on rough days and let Jacob hold him as long as he needed.

-on the flip side, I think Jacob feels like he needs to protect someone, and sure Staci's strong and can handle himself which makes Jacob proud but if Staci is sick suddenly it's the only thing on his mind and if someone interrupts his thoughts or care then there'll be hell to pay.

-Jacob never says "I'm sorry" or "I love you" (it's super toxic). He especially won't apologize and doubles down on his bs even if he knows he's wrong, he'll make Staci upset and panicked but later he'll try to make it up to him by his actions (joining him in finishing the dishes wordlessly or making him a meal he likes or giving him a massage at the end of the day). Staci is so used to reading Jacob that he sees what these wordless "apologies" are and accepts it even tho it still frustrates him sometimes that they don't have a proper discussion about it.

-Staci being terrified at first of making a wrong move and being punished for it but over time as their relationship develops, if Jacob tries to pull the same shit as he did before Staci will snap back in a rage. Like how DARE Jacob try to make him feel like that again. Meanwhile Jacob might as well be the equivalent of a cartoon wolf floating after him with giant hearts for eyes and the awooga sound effect.

For more non cult/ not canon complient stuff:

-Jacob sends Staci short king tiktoks and memes. The first one was a psa style video that said "Friends, keep an eye out for your short kings today the eagles ate out." With a badly cgi'd video of a guy being scooped up by an eagle.

Jacob send him a "Be careful out there babe 😔"

Staci just sends back a "???" "I'm 6'0 Jacob"

-Staci in turn retaliates by calling anything mildly outdated "vintage" and makes ginger jokes.

-they argue over who could pick up who better at the bar. It's a long argument. Eventually Staci uses his secret weapon and Jacob folds (it's literally just Staci falling to his knees and looking up at him with big puppy eyes and saying "please-please-please" over and over again)

- On one of their earlier dates Jacob "Mr. Sunny Georgia" Seed once tries to talk Staci into crossing a frozen lake with him cause "it's a shortcut to the cabin" to which Staci promptly gives him a rundown of why that is a Bad Idea and asks him if Jacob brought him out there to kill him cause Staci "knows people" and they'll know where to look for his body (note he did not in fact inform anyone of his whereabouts or who he'll be out with).

-Staci's not born in Montana but he's definitely raised there and when Jacob tries to mansplain hunting and offroading to him Staci just says "no offense (full offense actually) but I've been hunting probably as long as you have. There's not much legal shit a teen can do in a small town, it was either that or crystal meth at the goat house (it's called that cause the guy who lives there always has one goat out front)."

I'd love to hear your headcanons as well!

[starlightsalvatore]

hunger / damon salvatore x reader

i'm back !!! I needed to write a damon one-shot while I work on a new fic and this just tumbled right out of me lol

hunger / damon salvatore x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: everything??? drinking, swearing, blood sharing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, a tiny bit of degradation?? this is self indulgant filth, seriously 18+ mdni

You ran a hand through your hair as you walked back and forth, unsure of what else to do with the restless energy surging through your system as you tried to fight one of your most basic, primal urges… hunger. Your fingers drummed against your thigh as you tried to focus on anything else, find something in your brain worth occupying your mind and switching course from the visuals running through your head. Your recent transition had been a shock to everyone, and Stefan had you on a tight leash to keep you in check… and you’d been on board, at first. You never wanted to cause harm, to be the reason someone else’s life ended, but with the itch in your veins threatening to undo you completely you couldn’t really find it in you to care anymore.

You heard your door push open and your head snapped up to see Damon walking in, two glasses and a bottle in his hand with an unamused expression, “if you don’t knock it off I’m going to have to replace the floor,” he said, setting everything on the dresser before pouring two generous cups of bourbon. 

“Not now, Damon,” you sighed, ignoring him entirely as your feet remained on course.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Not really,” you said as he shoved a glass in your hand, his eyes telling you to drink which you did… all in one gulp and he was a little surprised as he took it to refill. 

“Well, something’s gotta give,” he replied as you finished the second as quickly as the first. “At this rate the bottle will be gone in a minute and I’m not replacing original flooring.” He gripped your shoulders, halting your movements and you huffed, looking up at him.

“I’m hungry, Damon,” you said, as if it pained you to do so and he furrowed his brow.

“The freezer is full- oh,” he cut himself off, realizing that’s not what you meant as a smirk spread across his features. “You want your blood at 98.6,” he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you.

“Will you cut it out?” You poured another glass, hoping at some point the alcohol would subdue your cravings but you knew that was about as likely as him leaving you alone, so you tried another angle. “I can’t… Damon, the blood bags aren’t doing it for me, I can’t think, I can’t sleep… will you please take me out?” For a moment you thought he’d say yes, revel in the opportunity to feed with abandon with someone else, but it wasn’t that easy.

“No can do, sweetheart,” he replied and your brows pinched. “I’ve got enough on my plate without you losing control and giving me more bodies to deal with.” He was right, there was too much going on and you spinning out wasn’t an option, but that didn’t make it any easier of an answer to tolerate. He gave you a once over, it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to take you out… he would have loved to, but you were new and he knew you could eventually get to where he was, one day you’d be able to feed and leave them alive with no memory of what had happened, but that day wasn’t today, you had a long way to go and he couldn’t afford to have you slip up.

But… he couldn’t afford to have you slip up. One look told him you were wound tight, the diet Stefan had you on was restrictive, never enough to fully satisfy, and the less you drank the tighter you spun, threatening a catastrophic snap he could only assume was looming on the horizon with how frustrated you looked right now. He ran through his options, knowing letting you sit in this hunger any longer would result in a much bigger problem, but the only thing he could think of posed another set of issues and would lead to him teetering on the edge instead of you.

He let out a sigh, closing the distance between you and plucking the glass from your hands to discard on the dresser and you looked up at him questioningly, the invasion of space catching you by surprise. His normally bright eyes were dark and swimming with something you couldn’t understand, deep blue pools you found yourself getting lost in as you waited for him to say something. “You need to feed,” he said and your eyes fluttered shut just at the thought.

“I need to feed,” you whispered and he nodded, catching your chin between his fingers and forcing your head back up when you tried to look down and the action had your breath catching somewhere in your throat. 

“You still haven’t felt it, have you?” he asked, voice low and you shuddered. “What it’s like to sink your teeth into something…” you shook your head, Stefan hadn’t allowed you to drink anything that didn’t come from a cup. “Poor thing,” he chuckled, he could feel the tension radiating off you in waves, you were practically shaking beneath him as you fought to retain your grip on your sanity, on your control.

“Damon,” you sighed, eyes pleading and he just smiled as he gripped your hand and brought it up to his neck, the pulse beneath your fingers driving you wild. 

“When you feed you have to be careful… if you bite just along here,” he said, dragging your fingers along the vein, “you can control the flow. It doesn’t have to be messy,” he explained and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the subtle way his skin moved with each beat of his heart, the sight bringing the veins beneath your eyes to the surface, your fangs descending.

“Don’t fight it,” he said, noticing you trying to rein it in, and you were having a hard time focusing on anything with the way his hands were trailing up your arms, pulling you closer. “Go on,” he tilted his head just slightly, “give it a try.” he encouraged and this pulled your focus, eyes snapping to his as you tried to ascertain if he was being serious. You had a lot left to learn, but blood sharing was personal, and you knew that… but all you saw in those dark blue eyes was a fire simmering beneath the surface you were sure was a mirror image of your own.

You slowly reached onto your tiptoes, as if he were a deer in the woods threatening to startle and bolt, but the closer you got the harder it was to resist, anticipation burning through your veins at the prospect of giving in. Your fangs were tentative as they broke the skin just where he’d indicated, but the first drop of blood immediately made you feel dizzy and intoxicated… It wasn't enough. You quickly grew feverish, your hand wrapping around his throat as you surged forward, crashing into the wall behind you and he let out a grunt as his back collided with the hard surface, pinned in place as you fed.

“There you go… that’s it,” he said, leaning back as he relaxed and let you take what you needed. His arm snaked around your waist while a hand brushed the hair from your face, cradling the back of your head as warm blood radiated through your body. A soft groan fell from his lips as you drank from him, and the sound elicited an unexpected reaction from you, your hand tightening around his throat and your body pushing flush against his and despite everything in you telling you to continue, you forced yourself back knowing if you didn’t stop you’d bleed him dry. 

Your eyes were wild and satisfied as they met his, and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants and you were almost surprised when your lips wrapped around him, ensuring you didn’t waste a single drop. His smirk returned when he felt your tongue slide across his skin, “better?” he asked and you nodded, keeping him in your mouth for maybe a second longer than you needed to. The air was charged between you, you’d just crossed a line in the sand and you wanted to push a little further, go a little farther… 

Part of him knew he should put an end to this… stop before it went any further. He knew it before he’d even offered up a vein for you, he knew as soon as he did he’d be teetering on this ledge and he didn’t have that much self control when it came to you. Perhaps, if he really analyzed the situation, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind why you’d been so worked up, he knew what you needed and instead of letting you wreak havoc on the blood cooler he let you push him against a wall and take what you wanted, he let you feed from him in the most intimate way he could think of. 

And when you were looking up at him like that, eyes mischievous and holding an unspoken challenge with his blood still on your plump lips, who was he to resist? Your chest was heaving with anticipation as you waited for him to do something, anything, and the movement was so fast you almost didn’t register his hand curling around your throat, flipping you around and slamming you against the wall with such force you were sure you’d be dead if you were human. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth on yours, searing and frenzied as he connected your lips and kissed you with a hunger that rivaled your own only moments ago. 

You both fought for dominance, neither one of you willing to submit just yet but you were outmatched… he grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, grip so tight you whined as he kissed down your neck, biting into you the same way you’d done with him and you couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as he did. Your hips rolled forward and feeling his hardening length against you gave you the surge of confidence you needed to break your hands free, sliding down his chest to pull his shirt apart, buttons flying and clattering against the floor as you pushed the fabric over his shoulders. 

His lips were greedy across the expanse of your chest as he nipped and sucked the soft skin, tearing your shirt to shreds as he pulled it from you, a mess of fabric in your wake as you surged forward and pushed him into the wall opposite you, regaining your upper hand. Glass shattered on the floor around you as the force rattled the dresser but you couldn’t find it in you to care what had broken as your hands pulled his belt free, fingers quickly undoing the button as you sank to the floor and pulled his jeans with you.

His length stood erect in front of you and you were quick to take him in your mouth, focusing your tongue on his swollen tip as your hand worked what didn’t fit, and you couldn’t help but moan around him at the groan that fell from his lips, “such a good girl,” he cooed, his sweet words undercut by the harsh hand in your hair gripping and pulling you closer, forcing you to gag around him and the sensation had his head falling back against the wall. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sharp pain in your scalp and the way he was hitting the back of your throat, but all you could focus on was the throbbing between your thighs and he didn’t miss the way you clenched them together, desperate for friction. 

You were quickly on your back, too caught up in the moment to bother moving to the bed and you pushed glass aside as he settled between your legs, tearing your underwear off and diving in like a man starved and you could feel his smirk against you at your surprised moan, head hitting the floor as your back arched in pleasure. He switched between your clit and your entrance, not giving either attention long enough to give you what you really needed, and you whined as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging harshly.

“Damon, please,” you sighed, hips bucking against his face and he focused his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue expertly working you up as you shamelessly moaned his name. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew with the way you kept slamming each other against walls and the floor, the breaking glass, and the sounds falling from both your lips someone might come to make sure you were alright, but you couldn’t find it in you to care… not when he felt as good as he did between your legs. 

Your moan changed in pitch when he slid two fingers into your entrance and it went straight to his cock, his head swimming as he watched you come close to falling apart above him. When he crooked his fingers just so your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer as you started to grind against him, “fuck, just like-” you were cut off by your own moan when he started massaging that spot inside you, legs trembling as you careened off the ledge. His touches remained merciless as pure euphoria surged through your veins, your head cloudy as your body trembled. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against you, kissing his way up your body and you tugged him closer to reconnect your lips, tongues swirling against each other as you tasted yourself on him. His hands felt greedy and possessive as they roamed over you, gripping tight enough to leave bruises that would heal before they even had a chance to form, and it was as if neither of you could get enough. You pushed forward, tugging him up with you and all but throwing him onto the bed and his smirk was devilish as he watched you crawl on top of him.

He looked like he was about to say something but you didn’t give him the opportunity as you kissed him, rough and demanding as your hips settled above his, hand reaching between you to line him up at your entrance and you both let out groans as you took him inch by inch. The stretch was sweet, filling you almost to your breaking point as you settled fully and started to roll your hips against him, shuddering at the feeling.

“Fuck,” he moaned as you started to bounce up and down, setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you could feel him everywhere, every nerve ending radiating with fire. He sat up to wrap his arms around you, hips bucking to meet yours in a way that had your head rolling back and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck and you had never felt pleasure like this before. His hand was firm around your throat as your body shook with each thrust and soon you were boneless in his lap, only able to hold yourself upright as he drank you in. 

When he pulled back you licked along his lips, face changing at the taste of blood and he swore he’d never seen anything sexier. Neither of you was going to last much longer, not like this, and he delivered a rough smack to your ass that had you whining and rolling against him. “Oh my god,” you breathed out, letting your forehead fall against his and he smacked again, gripping the tender skin, “Damon-” you tried, but nothing would come out.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he teased, gripping your hair and pulling you back to look at him, “oh, look at you… all cock drunk and fucked out,” he teased and you had nothing to say as a firm thrust had you seeing stars. You buried your face in his neck, fangs sinking into his skin as you felt your release barreling towards you, the mixture of blood and his steady thrusts too much to bear and a streak of red trailed down your body as you came, only able to shout his name as you cried out.

Your grip on him was maddening, pulling him right over the edge with you as you milked him for everything he had, and when you both slowed to a stop you were having a hard time catching your breath, your mind floating somewhere above you as you tried to return to your body. You felt his tongue along your chest, cleaning up your mess as you leaned back and he tried to commit the sight to memory… your hair wild, cheeks flushed, and skin dewy as blood lingered along your skin. 

You still weren’t fully with him, stuck in a haze as you felt him whisk you into his bedroom, and into the bathroom and it wasn’t until you were under the stream of water with him that you hummed contently against his lips as he kissed you softly, “there she is,” he chuckled.

His hands were delicate as they roamed you, and yours slid down the front of his chest as you looked up at him, doe eyed and happy. “That was…” you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to fully sum it up and he placed another soft kiss on your lips.

“Everything you ever dreamed of?” he provided and you laughed as you swatted his chest. 

“Hush,” you replied, feigning annoyance but you didn’t have it in you to feel anything other than bliss. The rest of your shower was spent with wandering hands and sweet kisses, a stark contrast to how rough and domineering you’d been with each other and when he pulled you into bed and wrapped himself around you, you looked up at him as your fingers trailed along his chest absentmindedly.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, and you flushed slightly under his gaze.

“It was more than I dreamed of,” you answered, and he raised a brow in question. “I haven’t… I hadn’t done that since turning, I didn’t know it could be like that,” you explained and realization passed over his features.

“My god,” he chuckled, “no wonder you were wound so tight.” His hand on your back was comfortable, holding you tight against him as he rubbed soothingly, “we’ll go on a little trip this weekend,” he said as you rested your head on his chest.

“A trip?” 

You felt him nod, “away from all the chaos here… we’ll find you some warm bodies and I’ll teach you how to do it the right way, you don’t have to live a life of blood bags forever.” 

“I don’t know, you seemed to do the trick,” you teased and he laughed.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re missing.” 

[biscuitblinkeu]

Mischievous Woman [1]

Kim Jisoo x Fem!reader

Word Count: 7545

Prompt: In exchange for “gifts,” the village of Asakoshi sends a man to marry the female Kumiho residing in the village Highlands. You, a humble florist, take your brother’s place and are sacrificed and forced to marry Jisoo, a Kumiho, who could care less you're a woman or that you deceived her.

A/N: So here’s this— it kinda gives me IOTBS vibes lol. My sister actually requested I make a story like this, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry it took so long to get out! But the picture though?! ❤️

Shallow, superficial, frivolous- Asakoshi

The village of Asakoshi was full of liars, cowards, thieves, and rapacious elders.

It wasn’t always like this. No, not before, when the village was a prosperous paradise (there’s no such thing as paradise, is there?), when people were humble and got by with what they had and could, when people smiled and didn't ask for more. When hearts were thought pure, where order was respected, where hierarchy didn't exist prominently, when the very thought of using weapons made people distressed. But deep down, greed was slowly growing in their hearts. They weren’t satisfied. There was always a need for more, more, more— and it was slowly tearing the society apart.

Perhaps things had become too predictable, too monotonous, and they started looking for excitement. Unbridled, malicious ecstasy. This enthusiasm was deceptive, disguised as a problem that made the people crave power— because power was required to rise and change. The town got addicted to fighting; governments fell apart, kingdoms arose, weaponry became a means of control, and Asakoshi's nature became chaotic.

 In the midst of the chaos, the Kumiho appeared.

The Kumiho were nine-tailed, half-human, half-fox spirits that were dubbed “saviors'' when they first appeared. They ended the fighting, alleviated some of the village's suffering, and came bearing gifts. The concept of gifts was enough for the people to ignore the Kumiho's appearance or their ravenous hunger, their diet consisting solely of the intestines of humans, and rarely, animals.

The villagers were to pay a price in exchange for the Kumiho's offerings, which included money, knowledge, healing, and fertility. The cost was significantly more. The Kumiho were given a sacrifice, which was usually a young boy or girl, or a man or woman. The victim was then thrown naked into the Highland forest, and the Kumiho were said to hunt them for food. And by doing so every several months, the villagers could prevent the Kumiho from slaughtering villagers to satisfy their hunger.

Over the years, the village settled down and the Kumiho continued to bestow gifts, and the humans continued to routinely offer sacrifices. There was a bump in the road; sacrificing two humans once a month was taking a toll on the population. The Kumiho and humans came to an agreement. 

Instead of offering a sacrifice, they would marry with the intention of merging the two races. Human and divine spirits would coexist. This strategy proved contentious since not all Kumihos chose to sustain themselves from eating humans, and not all Kumihos who don’t eat humans like them enough to marry them.

The Kumiho that ruled over the village present-day, looked for another husband. Another, because every potential man sent to marry has disappeared. The village speculates the ruling Kumiho kills them. However, the agreement was still in place, and perhaps the men sent to marry died from unknown, natural causes. 

Nonetheless, every few years a man is chosen to be married to the female Kumiho who lived in the Highland’s mountain forests— the land above the clouds, they called it, because it’s claimed to be so high up you could “walk on clouds,” and this has caused a shortage of young men in the village. Many parents and struggling families were eager to send their sons off to the Kumiho for reputation and to be lavishly rewarded by the village elder, as their decision would result in a new round of gifts from the Kumiho. 

…

In a village like this, flowers were your only escape. 

You were the village florist. You owned a popular shop in the market district where you made floral arrangements for special events and occasionally took on gardening jobs for clients. At home, you were the older sister to your two brothers, U-Jin and Seung-Min. The three of you lived alone due to your parents passing three years ago. Meaning when you were at work, U-Jin was taking care of Seung-Min at home. You trusted U-Jin with your youngest brother, as he was more responsible for his age due to your circumstances.

You were at your shop tending to customers and flowers when you heard horses whinny, you looked outside the window and froze briefly. Stilled, because it wasn’t just horses whinnying, the sound was accompanied by carriage wheels rolling over brick and gravel, as well as a man with a rich accent yelling halt! at the top of his lungs: a carriage man. You knew the elder (or, the village lord) was present. The village elder– a senile, crooked-toothed, balding man in charge of the village and the Kumiho Trade. It was rare, but on some occasions he would parade through the village– you believe he comes when he’s feeling good about something; sometimes gifts, or when he is a drunk fool– collecting debts or…sacrifices. Nonetheless, anytime he was around it meant misfortune. 

He never came out of the carriage, and this is further proved when two herculean guards exit instead. The village elder’s guard were tall, beefy men with stone-cold faces and intimidating stances. They were shaped like warriors– thus the name herculean guards.

The carriage was parked in front of a first floor shop with the owner's home on the second floor. One of the guards stayed back while the other approached the shop. You found it strange that that particular shop has been closed for the whole week, but now you’re sure it was because they had something due and were trying to lay low. The guard rapped on the door and it opened a few seconds later. A rather drowsy-looking man opened it, and the clumsy smile on his face– ready to greet who was at the door politely– disappeared instantly. 

The guard and the man conversed for a few minutes, the man’s bodily motions becoming strained and seemingly angry as time passed. You saw the man shake his head, and the guard handed him a paper. “I can’t pay this– it's twice as much as before!” The man shouted, loud enough for spectators to hear.

The guard stood stiffly as the man pleaded desperately, unwavering. The man rubbed his temples, looking at the paper. “I can’t pay this at this very moment– but– but I can–”

“Insolence will not be tolerated. You have shamed the elder; you must pay.” the guard spoke, his voice clear and bold. 

The man stammered, looking distraught. “No, I’d never shame the Elder– I wouldn't think of it! I-I’ve just been in a tough spot this month–” 

“You know what must be done. You have four days to leave the premises,” the guard finished, and went to turn away only to be stopped by a hand taking hold of his bicep, eyes peering up at him.

“Just give me a few days, please! I swear I’ll — Agh!” In a matter of seconds the man was pushed and thrown onto the ground harshly. He was left writhing in pain as the guard continued to the carriage. 

The crowd that had formed began to whisper and gossip, making the man return to his feet faster. He was flushed red in embarrassment, having been publicly humiliated. His glossy eyes glanced at the spectators before they snapped back to his feet. “Dammit!” He yelled, wiping his tears harshly before storming back inside, the door slamming shut behind him. 

You could only imagine what he must’ve been told. What he owed, and how much of it.

The guard re-entered the carriage after the other, and it bobbed with his weight. He stuck his head out the small window and spoke to the carriage man.

You chapped your hands free of dirt, wiping them on your apron as you watched the carriage man yah! again and jerk the reins with a pit in your stomach. Just like many other viewers and shopkeepers, you had left the store and watched the carriage go to its next destination. You all wondered which unfortunate soul would be next, hoping it wasn’t yourself or family. 

The carriage continued down the street and to the bottom of the subtle hill and you crooked your head to get a better view. The carriage was heading in the direction near your home. Nerves began to make your fingers feel numb. 

You told yourself it would stop before reaching it, that they were just visiting a family near, yet the carriage continued.

It rounded the corner and crossed the rickety wooden bridge, and you could vaguely see its silhouette passing through the trees. When you could no longer see it you were scrambling inside your shop to flip the sign to “closed,” ushering customers out with apologies spilling from your lips. After you locked up, you ran as fast as you could to your house. Your heart thundered in your ears, fear gagged your throat, and tunnel vision clouded your judgment. 

You were one of the two homes in that section of the village. You had to get home. 

Why would they turn the corner and cross the bridge if they weren’t visiting you or your neighbors? You paid your debt for this month — so it doesn’t make sense why they’d visit you.

In the past, in a time of desperation and uncertainty, the month after your parents passed, you took a loan from the elder. A loan that would take you almost a lifetime to pay off if you didn’t have a shop or somewhat steady income. You paid a margin of your debt every month, routinely and sternly to keep the elder away from your family. And on top of that, the costs that come with running a business. Without fail. So why? Has another spontaneous cost been thrown at you that you weren’t aware of? Or was it something worse?

Your home shortly came into view. As you approached you saw that the carriage was parked in between you and the neighbors home, empty, and you were uncertain which home they visited. You prayed it wasn’t yours.

Ignoring the burning sensation in your legs and lungs, you threw open your front door. “Minnie? U-Jin?” You called out breathlessly and received no answer. You opened their bedroom door— empty. You checked in your room, which too, was empty. You peaked out the backyard and there was no sign of them playing. But as you got closer to the kitchen, you heard quiet sniffling from the living room.

“Minnie? Is that you?” You called again and entered the living room.

A small body ran into your leg and let out a cry, short arms wrapped around the limb with a tight grip. You looked down and your heart clenched. Seung-Min’s charcoal eyes swam with tears. “Minnie is scared,” he sobbed, bawling the fabric of your pants in his small fist, his lip wobbling. 

You kneeled down and wiped his tears, frowning at his distress. “Scared of what, Seung-Min? Where’s U-Jin?”

He buried his face into your chest and pointed across the room. Promptly, a surge of anxiety ran down your spine when you directed your attention to where he pointed. You took in a rather sharp breath, unconsciously holding your brother tighter to you when you met sharp, green eyes. They regarded you with mirth from across the room, and on the couch was the village elder’s wife, Dong-Woo. 

U-Jin was being held back by a Herculean guard to her side. You took a step forward, “U-Jin—”

“Not so fast, dear. How lovely of you to join us,” came her croaky voice from her scarlet-painted lips. She was adorned in jewels and garments, her presence even more overbearing with the two herculean guards at her side. How you managed to not notice them right as you walked in made you even more unsettled. “Do not be so tense, child.” 

You stood up straight. “What is this about? My shop?”

"Oh, (Y/n), this is not about your shop’s monthly payment, but slightly about your debt, perhaps. Although, it is good that you keep up with the dates." She chuckled. "Today, on behalf of my husband, I've come to see you and your siblings about your yearly sacrifices." You almost scoffed at that. You knew all about the sacrifices, it's hard not to when the village has a celebration each year based on the sacrifices made and the gifts received. "Thanks for another war-free year!" or "To thanks we've been blessed!" They’d say, and you think it's all nonsense.

You weren’t one of them, never will be. You avoided making sacrifices, having no need for the “blessings” or “gifts” the so-called god in the Highlands distributes. You don’t need wellness, fortune, or anything of the sort (even if such things could help with your debts, get your brothers proper education other than from you, and enable them to eat better). You’re quite satisfied with your life at the moment, despite it not being the best, and your brothers are too. 

"My yearly sacrifices? You've already made me offer one last month." You replied bitterly and Dong-Woo hummed, curling her bony fingers around her cane. "That's right, you have. But I need more from you."

"Then what is it?" You demanded impatiently, frustrated. You just wanted them to leave.

Dong-Woo laughed once more, this time lifting the wooden stick to point at your brothers. "Well, I had a word from one of my guards in the Highlands and it seems our god uphill is looking for a groom this year instead of a sacrifice."

"What does that have to do with U-Jin and Seung-Min?" You murmured to yourself, and then— then it hit you. You looked up with wide eyes, mouth agape. "You can't possibly..."

"Yes, it's exactly that. I am in need of a young man for their groom, and I immediately thought about your sweet brothers."

Your eyes snapped back to a tearful U-Jin and your heart dropped to your stomach. Your brother was chosen? “He is only fourteen,” you stumbled, your shock apparent in your mannerisms and expression.

“I’m aware.” She smiled. You felt sick to your stomach, nauseous at the onslaught of emotions you're going through; strong feelings such as fear and worry. “I’m sure you know we are running out of men of age? They’re all dying on the battlefield or have no debts to me— that’s while we’re looking into a new crop, despite how low quality this crop can be. Those of you in debt are taking on a new role: you are completely suspendable to the Kumiho Trade.”

“He’s still just a boy,” you said stubbornly.

Dong Woo sighed in exasperation. “Listen here, dear. I don’t care. I have a business to run, one that the village depends on. He will marry the Kumiho, and you have no say in the matter,” she finished sharply. Dong-Woo stood up and glanced at her guards. “Take him,” she ordered strictly.

On her command, the guards grabbed U-Jin. U-Jin struggled in their hold, and Seung-Min began to cry harder next to you. You had to do something— anything. “Please! Don’t do this!” You cried. You reached for Ujin desperately, eager to grab him before he went too far away as the guards dragged him away. “I promise I’ll work even harder to pay the debts, just— just don’t take him away! Please,” you struggled to grab his hand through the thick bodies of the herculean guards.

“Get lost!” One said gruffly, trying to separate you from U-jin. You were yanked to the floor, suffering a bad blow to your back. “Stop— please, just stop,” you cried. And then, as your brother struggled in the guards' hold and followed behind Dong-Woo, an absurd thought crossed your mind. “L-Let me take his place,” you whispered helplessly. 

Your quiet voice reached one of the guards, and he paused. In this moment of hesitation, you got up and pushed through them. You ran in front of your brother, hands outstretched in a protective stance. You stared past the guards at Dong-Woo who had stopped because of the commotion. “I will take my brother’s place!”

At your rather loud declaration, the guards froze, Dong-Woo turned around, and U-Jin snapped his head to you in shock. A few tense seconds passed, the air charged with tension.

“What did you say?” Dong-Woo asked, stalking up to you, her guards parting ways for her. She stopped right in front of you. Her green eyes were narrowed into slits that cut into your soul and you gulped. “Speak!” She yelled.

You took a deep breath, leveling your stare with hers. “I said— I said I’ll take my brother’s place,” you told her. Your tongue felt like lead and your heart threatened to break out of your chest, but you would get your point across firmly. 

U-Jin tugged on your sleeve, his head shaking side to side rapidly. Tears swam in his eyes. “No— no (Y/n), you don’t know what you’re saying— I can go. You don’t—”

“Quiet!” She yelled, eyes snapping to U-Jin with a fire in them. He jumped and shut his mouth, but his grip on your sleeve didn’t loosen. Dong-Woo turned back to you, scrutinizing your face and chest. “You, take his place?” She scoffed. Dong-Woo took your chin in her hand, her grip tight, tilting your head side to side. She then took a bundle of your hair. “Too long,” she commented, lips pursed. She dropped it and stepped back. “We’ll have to make some adjustments,” she mumbled. “Are you really going to take his place? No— are you prepared to marry a Kumiho?”

“Yes.” No, you weren’t prepared, not in the slightest. But you were not going to let them take your brother, or let him live in fear, miss all of his younger years, and burden him with marriage, with the worries of death or being killed. You would carry that weight on your shoulders, take all of it from him if you could. You clenched your fist at your sides. “Yes. But in exchange I want my brothers free from our families debts— your protection, your word that you will never put them into the Kumiho Trade. I want them taken care of by a good nanny: fed, clothed, bathed and kept warm, as I will be unable to do those things when I’m gone.”

Dong-Woo didn’t reply for a while. The silence was broken when a chuckle escaped her throat, followed by a surge of hearty laughter. She wiped her tears when she was done. “Amusing! You are so very amusing, you are. Even so…who are you to make demands of me?”

“I am nobody,” you replied simply, eyes trained on your brothers who watched the exchange with wide open mouths.

“Yes; A nobody!” Dong-Woo spat. She moved in closer, her face practically touching yours, and you had to suppress the urge to flinch. You held your ground, refusing to give into her intimidation tactics. She was stronger than you— much stronger. “I will comply, but just know, if you fail to be wedded to the Kumiho things will not go well for your family.”

You nodded.

Dong-Woo smiled crookedly. “But I suppose this could work— having a woman go in the place of a man. It will be an experiment; one that I will bet on— even if it’s absurd.” Dong-Woo retreated to the doorway, throwing her guards a look. “Send a Nanny over immediately. And take care of the rest of her demands; I keep my word. We leave for the Highlands at midnight. We will have to give our “groom” a makeover.” Dong-Woo left shortly, allowing you a few moments with your brothers.

Once alone, save for the guards at the door, U-Jin pulled on your forearm, frowning deeply. “(Y/n) you can’t go. How will I know you’re okay? That you’re not dead? What if they hurt you? I can’t lose you like mom and dad, please.” 

“I won’t let anything happen to me,” you promised, smiling shakily at him. You took his face in between your hands and brushed away a couple stray strands of his unruly bangs. Next to you, Seung-Min shook his head rapidly, his crying breaking your heart. “Minnie doesn’t want you to go,” he whispered. At this you leaned down and kissed his head. “I’ll try to contact you guys, okay?”

“But—”

“If I'm alive, I'll send a letter or come visit when I can within a month. If there's no sign of me or a letter...then I'm probably gone and the Kumiho killed me." You told them both, wiping Minnie's cheeks dry with your sleeve. He didn't say anything but sniffled lightly, nodding at your fifty-fifty reassurance. You pulled him and U-Jin into your embrace once more and then let out a shaky breath, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut as you felt more tears glide down your cheeks. In the background, one of the guards called out a timely reminder of one minute left. At that, you stepped away from them reluctantly, and when you pulled away and let your siblings go, you looked at each of them in turn.

Their faces were red, tear-stained and swollen from crying. Your lips threatened to upturn into a frown then, but you had to stay strong. "I love you both very much, and I'll miss you. Be good and stay safe while you wait for news. Don't worry too much either and make sure not to leave the house unless it's to attend the church or being with your friends." You started going over your rules and worries, things they should know and be prepared for. "And U-Jin, please watch your brother well, be with each other at all times. Right now, make sure you both eat and go to bed—"

"Get moving now!" Came the guard’s deep voice. 

You gave a fleeting hug to your little brother before the guards escorted you out the house. You then entered the carriage, and watched as your home got farther and farther with a pit in your stomach. Your legs shake heavily underneath you as you step out your house and onto the brick street, your eyes averted downward from the carriage you approach. Once you're near enough, the soldiers grab a hold of your wrists and tug you forward. "Come on girl. We don't have all day for this, you have a very important job." He growled, and before you knew it—you were being roughly pushed into the fabric-topped wagon.

…

This “make-over” Dong-Woo spoke of took place in public, just at the village's exit.

All you knew was that one second you were in the carriage, the next thrown out onto the cobblestone. Around you, male and female servants gathered, all holding objects and pales of water and such.

In a matter of moments, they began stripping you of your apron and clothes without a care about the temperature, or how you would feel—disgusted and embarrassed in front of their eyes. You swear there were a few taking you in, shamelessly checking every inch of your body when you were practically naked.

You were then pushed into a small chair, and a maid came up behind you with a pair of scissors. She was going to cut your gorgeous hair. “Don’t, please.” You said weakly. 

The rather old maid appeared startled at your voice before she glared at you. Without a word, she took the scissors and began to cut. With each snip your hair fell to the floor. The result was quite strange— seeing yourself without long hair. Your hair was shorter than before— cut just above your shoulders. 

After, they held you still while scrubbing at your body with harsh cloths, leaving your skin all red and raw, sensitive to the touch.

You squirmed, whined, and cried throughout the process because it was painful. Nothing came of it, of course, your protests and yells were ignored. You were practically tossed around like a doll belonging to a child who didn't know how to take care of it; tainted, changed, and ruined. What really broke you was the fact that they even cleaned, washed, and groomed you in places only your lover would be able to see—all right in the open. They violated you without care or consent, and if they did care, it was only about cleansing the filth from your body.

"You must make yourself presentable, you must be pure." The servants chanted over and over; again and again. It was almost as if they were possessed, really, or in this case mildly obsessed with getting a blessing out of your sacrifice, because even if you weren't accepted as a suitable bride they'd still get something out of it by offering you. Right after the cleaning, a few more of the village servants emerged holding garments, cosmetics, and types of accessories you’ve never seen before.

"Wrap her chest!"

"Attend to her hair!"

"Wash her mouth!"

By the end, they dressed you in male clothes: trousers, an upper garment, vest, and overcoat. A hat was put on your head and a short veil fell from the front, covering half of your face to distract those from the fact you were a woman. As it was custom, they made adjustments throughout and tailored the bridal clothes to make them easily accessible to be removed, or to put back on. (Something you didn't want to dwell on why.)

During the time they did this, they talked loudly about things. They talked about the wedding, of course, and the mysterious Kumiho residing in the highlands, but also about other events taking place during the ceremony. Some of them were scandalous. Others were highly improper. Nonetheless it all proved to make you feel worse. 

When you were done with the makeover, Dong-Woo appeared and you were back in the carriage, on the way up to the Highlands. It was pitch dark.

You sat across Dong-Woo, who was flanked by her Herculean guards. There was a silence after the carriage began to move, and you shifted around awkwardly. It was suffocating, sitting across from them and knowing you might never see your family again. 

Dong-Woo let out a sigh, looking at you. “I believe this might work. Other than your face, you could pass as a man. Besides, men can have pretty faces too,” Dong-Woo mused.

You looked at her and forced a smile, your eyes returning to the small window shortly. You were somewhat toned from yard work, your voice deeper than most women your age. You watched the carriage’s journey up the hill, the sun sinking lower and lower as time passed. As you got higher up, the greenery became more dense, and a fog rolled on the surface of the ground, becoming thicker and thicker. The temperature dropped quite a bit as well.

“It gets worse every year, doesn’t it?” Dong-Woo muttered, shaking her head. She noticed the troubled expression on your face. “Tell me; What is on your mind?”

“…How will I know where to go in this thick fog?” You asked.

“It is a test. You will find the Kumiho– or she will find you.” She said, a slow, grim smile spreading across her lips as she looked out the window. That is, if you survive in the forest long enough to be found. Perhaps if you are found, there was still a chance you’d be mistaken for a meal. It was unclear whether this Kumiho ate humans, after all. 

You nodded and clenched your fist in your lap, swallowing down a stubborn lump in your throat. You opted to not look at the window,  allowing yourself to save your energy for when you were really going to be challenged. You ended up falling asleep, however, it was not long before you were jerked awake by the carriage's shaky stop.

“We are here,” Dong-Woo informed. 

The carriage stopped in a dirt clearing, where a black flag was posted. 

“Out you go,” Dong-Woo said, throwing a dismissive hand in your direction.

When you didn’t move quick enough, one of the guards growled in warning. You left the carriage, and were immediately hit with the cool air outside. You shivered, looking around wearily.

You flinched when the door shut behind you with a clack and Dong-Woo moved to the other side of the carriage. In doing so, she saw the contemplation on one of her guard’s faces.

“What is it? Why the long face,” Dong-Woo scowled, looking at the guard to her right.

“What if the Kumiho becomes displeased with us if she finds out her husband is a woman in disguise.”

“…The Kumiho will accept our sacrifice.”

“But—”

“Hush! It is fine. If the Kumiho does manage to find out she is female– she will be ripped apart; it is but another meal for the god. Do you question me?”

“I wouldn’t think of it, mam.”

“Good. Now, let us go. I have much to do. Much to prepare. Gifts will be coming soon.”

You watched the carriage ride off into the fog with a heavy heart. Now you were truly alone. Left in the bitter cold; in darkness. You sucked in a breath and looked around. The forest wasn’t particularly inviting. The trees twisted oddly, and the branches reached out for you hungrily, almost beckoning you into their depths. The foggy mist made the forest seem alive, a part of nature itself; a living being, breathing. It seemed eerie, as though the forest was preying on you. A gust of wind rustled through the underbrush nearby, sending some leaves skittering over the path you had taken.

You chose to walk in a straight line, so you’d only have to turn around to go back where you started. 

That was the plan until it seemed like you were walking in a circle, each time ending up back where you started. The forest had to be enchanted by the Kumiho. Or maybe you just had no sense of direction in the fog. You simply did not have the patience or energy to deal with this situation calmly. In all honesty you were worried. You could be eaten or attacked by some wild animal, and for worse, the Kumiho finds you and kills you. You’d never have a chance to see your brothers again. 

You tripped on an exposed root, scraping your palms and bruising your knees through your trousers. You hissed, feeling tears threaten to fall. It sucked. It really did. 

Just when you were going to break down and give up, you heard voices. You stilled, listening to the crunching of leaves and twigs: someone walking, and the chatter of two individuals. The voices were child-like, and it soothed your nerves slightly.

 “...will be very angry with us if we don’t find him.”

“L-Let’s just keep looking, alright? I heard something over there…”

Their footsteps began to fade, and in desperation, you followed the voices. You ran in the direction you believed you heard them, but there were no more sounds. No voices, no footsteps, nor animals or crickets buzzing. It was an odd silence, and it made you tense. You continued to walk. Those people couldn’t have gotten that far, so where were they? Were you imagining things? 

The more you looked for the owners of the voices the more you believed you were going crazy. 

Drowning yourself in your thoughts, mindlessly walking, you were startled when two children simply appeared in front of you. A high-pitched yelp left you as you stumbled backwards in shock. 

“Found ya’!” The little girl giggled, clapping her hands as she bounced up and down. The bell in her hair jingled as she did so.

“More like he found us…” the boy muttered, hand wrapping around your own hand gingerly. 

You looked at him, speaking in a slightly lower tone. “Who…who are you two?”

“Ah — me? I’m Keo-woo!” The girl answered, taking your other hand. The girl had black hair, it was tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon. She wore a white mask that concealed her identity, and black lines — much like children scribbling — created a clumsy face: two black eyes and a smile. 

“Jiseul…” The boy answered quietly, peering at you through his dark bangs. He too, wore a mask, except it was cracked open on one side, allowing you to see part of his face and one of his black eyes. The mask was painted with seemingly random black circles and streaks, the color an off-white.

“We’re servants of the Kumiho, sent to find you,” Keo-woo said.

You nodded slowly, anxiety creeping into your bones once again. 

“We’re sorry it took so long to find you,” the girl said, dipping her head. “Jisoo wasn’t feeling…well. But now we’re here!” 

“Jisoo?” You asked. 

“The kumiho; her name.”

“Ah,” you said, nodding. You allowed the little kids to lead you wherever they pleased, they seemed to know where they’re going. 

“You’re oddly quiet,” Keo-woo mused, swinging your arms. “Don’t you have any questions?” 

“…I’m allowed to ask?”

“Yes, silly!”

“Does the Kumiho eat…humans?”

“I don’t know,” she answered. Your stomach lurched. 

You noticed a small trickling sound nearby, a water source. Through the fog, barely visible, it looked like a wooden house, its foggy torches creating a dull glow. 

The children stopped in front of it. “This is where we are to take you,” Keo-woo said. 

“Here?” You asked, slightly perplexed. This didn’t look like the stories you’ve heard, if it was the Kumiho’s home. It looked more like a servant quarters or a small residence.

“What a surprise that you aren’t dead somewhere,” a voice suddenly rang in your ears, far sounding. As the voice spoke, you noticed the Kumiho’s servants disappeared without a sound. They were no longer holding your hands, or anywhere in sight.

"You were crying, darling?" The voice spoke again. It seemed sweet, yet carried a hint of malicious amusement. "Is it because your clothes have been ruined? Fear not, I shall fix it soon enough, but it is nothing more than something to shield you." You tensed up at the sound, almost breaking your neck with how frantically you looked around for where it came from.

There was nothing more than trees and fog around you. But you didn't care about the clothes. Not at all. Although you cared who was speaking. Behind you, you felt arms circle your waist out of nowhere, and you were pulled back against someone's chest. 

When you tried to look behind, squirming in their embrace, a hand was placed on your neck, squeezing at your pulse lightly. A warning. They could snap or puncture your neck within a heartbeat, seemingly, and as you glanced down and noticed slim razor-sharp nails denting against the column of your throat. Not to mention the tips of their fingers were painted a dark maroon that trailed up their wrist. It looked awfully like stained blood.

You swallowed thickly, keeping your head forward. A light voice was heard then, all soft, undeniably sweet, and disgustingly carefree in terms of the moment at hand. "You're being obedient, and I like that. They spoke again, teasingly putting more pressure on your throat to the point you were scared their nails would puncture your skin. 

"I haven't got much time to play with you, sadly. Now, how about I take you somewhere better? I can't have my husband catching a cold. Humans are truly fragile beings." Now that the voice was closer it sounded smooth, slightly commanding, and you felt your cheeks warm up slightly from the alluring tone. In an instant, time seemed to slow and the world around them began to stretch vividly, almost warping, and you found yourself teleported to an empty room.

You fell to the floor once the warp was completed, feeling dizzy and unstable. You looked up, and staring at you was a figure wearing a fox mask that covered their whole face, and dressed in robes of black, gold, white, and red.  

The mask itself was white, and red marks and inscriptions sat below the eye of it, the eyes thin and slanted in a way that portrayed trickery, amusement, or a taunt-like manner. The muzzle of it protruded, and black-outlined lips curved upward into a sneering grin. 

Attached to the Kumiho’s dark hair was a pair of fox ears; white fox ears, and behind their back, nine white tails swished lazily. It definitely was a sight.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you backed up against the headboard behind you, lips parted slightly. 

The figure shook their head disapprovingly at your behavior, crossing their arms. "Why are you so scared, my love?" They asked, tilting their head.

When they took a step forward you grabbed the nearest pillow on the bed, holding it up in defense (even if you know it won’t do much). You didn’t respond, nor make any attempt to talk with how bad you were trembling, and because your voice could give you away. Yet, as soon as you realized this must be the “god,” and the thought of marriage came to your mind again, you released a pathetic noise, opening your mouth. “Please don’t kill me,” you spoke quietly, forcing an unnaturally deep voice that hurt your throat.

“Now why would I when you are my husband? Is that what you’re worried about?” You nodded rapidly, and they laughed. Their tails swished behind them out of pure excitement, almost like a dog wagging its tail. 

They brought their hands up, unclamping the mask and throwing it to the side. You watched it fall to the ground, and your eyes stayed there. Now you were even more scared, because what if their face was more frightening than their appearance? Nonetheless, as they took a step closer to the bed where you cowered, you glanced up at them— and it was a lot.

You were rendered speechless, unable to look away.

They weren’t ugly; they didn't have black, beady eyes. They didn’t have protruding cheekbones or major inhuman features. What they did have, however, was the normal appearance of a female human. Yet, at the same time it was something foreign to you, their beauty was out of this world.

She had dark brown eyes, almost black. Her hair was long and flowy, chestnut in color. Symmetrical beauty marks sat just next to the corners of both her eyes, and her facial structure was the perfect ratio, their skin smooth and honey-like. They had rosy, bow-shaped lips that stretched into a wide grin. If someone didn’t know better they’d call her an angel based on appearance alone.

It’s laughable, if those villagers must've been stupid to believe such, because standing here was nothing close to a deity— or angel for that matter. The only thing that relates is their powers, of course, but otherwise, they should be deemed as a demon; A Kumiho.

As you met their gaze, they smiled, their teeth displaying sharp canine fangs that made you visibly shiver. “It's a shame you think of me like that, because what you should be worried about instead is the condition of your body. “They’ve drugged you, haven’t they? I’m surprised you haven’t succumbed to the full effects yet,” she continued, nitpicking over you, and all the more so came closer till she was standing at the edge of the bed. 

Without warning, your ankle was grabbed and you were swiftly pulled towards the demon, her grip strong and unyielding. You tried to prevent it: burying your fingers into the bedsheets and clawing at them, but they were silk. Of course they were silk. The smooth fabric made it all the easier for the fox demon to slide you across the mattress because you couldn’t grip anything.

You found yourself face to face with the Kumiho. Another whimper left your lips, you were completely terrified. “Wait!” You gasped, dropping the imitated voice in the face of panic. “I was— just fine over there— please stop!” It began to sink in that you revealed your voice, and you froze.

The Kumiho faltered, raising their eyebrows at the change. She brought her hand up swiftly to lift up your veil, revealing your face that was so desperately covered. “Oh my,” she whispered, her voice containing more awe than shock. She was almost enamored, and you shrunk under her intense gaze. “Aren’t you just a pretty thing?” She said, taking in your features. You were mesmerizing, although you weren't the only thing that was. 

Your stomach dropped, and you had the urge, the sudden fight or flight instinct to run. Your hands twitched at your sides, and you were ready to shove— but you didn’t. The grip on your ankle was still there, warm and noticeable, and even if you worked your way out, how far would you even get? You could get lost, too.

Not to mention that the deity in front of you was someone all-powerful, with claws, sharp teeth, and most likely held powers other than teleportation that were unknown to you. Hence, there was no solution. You were really fucked.

Maybe this is truly where you die.

“I’m sorry for lying,” you blurted. “It was the village Lord— I really didn’t have a choice. I’m sorry, I’m really so sorry. I have two brothers to return to, and if I’m gone for too long or if you kill me they’ll get sold off or— who knows what,” you explained desperately. “I know I’m not a man, but please forgive me god—”

"Jisoo," The Kumiho interrupted.

"I’m sorry?"

"Call me Jisoo, if you say my name. Not god, that name is not what I am."

Yes, but what does that matter at the moment? You wondered. Is she taunting you? Making you say her name before you actually die?

"I—"

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes of course. I do. But…Jisoo, are you going to kill me now?"

"I already told you that I wouldn't." Jisoo reminds you, her eyes softening. "Do you wish for death that much, darling?"

You closed your mouth for a moment. You shook your head. “No I don’t,” you answered. “It’s just— I deceived you. Wouldn’t it be right for you to kill me?” You believe you should just shut your mouth, stop talking, but your mind is whirring and you're talking without any care. “You’re looking for a husband, a handsome man— and I’m not a man.”

"It doesn't matter what gender you are, nor how you look. You can still be my husband nonetheless. I rather like you, and I believe you're perfect for the role." Jisoo begged to differ. She reached out to caress your cheek, and you slapped her hand away.

"You know that's absurd." You scoffed, in disbelief.

The demon's fox ears flickered with irritation. "Is it really? Or is that just forbidden in your village?"

"It is," you answered quietly, "If you marry a woman you won't be able to be happy in any sort."

“Well, how do you know you can’t be happy with a woman? Have you ever done it with a woman?”

You bit your lip and looked to the side, eyes flickering everywhere except her. “Of course not,” you replied quietly. 

You had little knowledge on how it was done – as you've never done it before – and would rather keep it so. Being with a woman means you can’t have children; that you would be shunned; it’s considered taboo, and it’s just wrong.

Jisoo seemed to grin at that, much wider than before. She leaned in close, her hands moving up from your ankles before resting on your thighs firmly. “Shall I show you how it is, then, darling? Would you let me be the first to deflower you?”

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 reposting from my other story in case yall don't read that one, but; Wow, I've been gone for two whole weeks without a word. That is totally my bad, guys. If you're by chance wondering why I've been MIA I'm just going to say sickness and seasonal depression and hope that explains enough. lol Nonetheless, my pretties xoxo 18+, MDNI

41- Wrapping Willies and Getting Silly

After years of practice of moving in complete darkness, Jason eventually found confidence in it. When no one could see you there were no worries about what deformities you had or what mistakes you made. Maybe that’s where he got the confidence boost to take nearly every article of clothing off your body while looking at your face. Something he knew for sure he couldn’t do in the light. 

Either way, the sensation of it all had every single nerve in his body on edge with excitement. 

Your hand left his shoulder, and, despite not even being able to see what you were doing, he could hear the fabric of your underwear slowly slide against your legs as you wiggled out of them. Then, your fingers slowly traced from his shoulder back down to his hands. 

“Move this way,” Your command was soft, almost delicate. 

Your free hand wrapped around Jason’s hip as you sat up. With ease, you switched your positions, having him lay back as you laid on him. Satisfied, you asked if he was okay, and Jason couldn’t have said yes faster.

Your hunger for him was given away by your feverish kisses, pressing passionate lines from his lips to every scar on his body. You were making a map of him, something you had yearned to do for so long. The scars felt different against your lips than the rest of his skin. Some of them were softer and others not so much. Jason whimpered at certain ones, but with little light, it was hard to determine if they were good or bad. 

“Are you okay,” You asked, lips pressing into his collarbone. “Am I going too fast?”

Jason’s hand came up on your sides, gliding up under your breasts and then back down to your ass. “I’m okay. Keep going.”

“Are you—”

“Please.”

Jason sounded desperate, and you decided to be brave. Slowly, you moved your kisses further down his body until you felt the hairs above his cock brush your nose. Jason’s breath hitched in his throat, and he made an audible gasp. You were proud of the response. 

Taking his hard cock in your hand, you gave it a pump before experimentally putting your lips against the leaking tip. Jason bucked his hips forward at the sensation, surprising you. 

“Sorry, sorry,” He gasped out. “I didn’t mean…”

Before he could finish, you took the weeping tip into your mouth, sucking gently before taking more of him into your mouth inch by inch. It could have been the hunger or those gorgeous pathetic moans from him for him that pushed you, but either way, you were taking his cock to the hilt. You listened intently since you couldn’t see him, soaking in each and every delicious sound, one right after the other. 

He tasted almost sweet, and you found it fitting. A man as kind as him, it should have been obvious. His cock twitched in your mouth like crazy, letting you know that you’re doing something right. When you pull back up, letting off his tip with an audible pop, you tried to squint through the darkness at him. Still, you couldn’t see anything but his outline. The only way you knew he was there was by his hands on your arms and his moans. 

“Jason,” You say, taking a moment to kiss his thigh. “Talk to me, honeybee.”

“I was so close,” He whined. 

Smiling, you pressed one more kiss to the tip of his cock before crawling back up to feast on his lips again. He welcomed it despite the bitterness of his orgasm vanishing. 

“Can I turn on a light, or open the curtains,” You asked. “I’d like to see you.” 

Jason’s heart fumbled in his chest. He was comfortable with the lights off, especially since he knew he couldn't look you in the eyes when you two were this intimate.  And he didn’t know how to explain why he liked them off without ruining the whole mood. 

“We don’t have to, Jason,” You said after he took too long to answer. “If you’re more comfortable like this for now then that’s fine. Just do me a favor and tell me to stop the moment you want. I can’t see you to know what you’re thinking.”

“I will,” He whispered. 

“Promise?” You said and patted around for his hand. 

You found it and nudged your pinky against his. Smiling, Jason hooked them together. “Promise.”

“Good,” You said before moving. 

Jason heard you feel around the bed, patting the pillow and even accidentally his face, before finding the nightstand. Your hand smacked against the wooden top until you found the drawer. 

“What are you looking for?” Jason asked, lightly biting at the arm against his chest that was supporting you. 

You huffed before answering, “A condom. Ever heard the phrase wrap your willy before you get silly?”

Jason chuckled. “Not from anyone who wanted to get laid.” He ran a hand over your ass then added, “plus, don’t worry, I have one in my belt. I always carry one in case of emergencies.”

You snorted. “Emergencies?”

“Ya know, for the people who need to wrap their willies—” Despite the darkness, you could just hear the shit-eating grin on that pretty face.

“Ha-ha,” You sarcastically laughed. “Put it on.”

Jason, never one to deny you anything, did as you commanded. He slipped it on before sliding in next to you. And you were ready for him. You moved him below you, straddling his waist as you took full advantage of the power you had over him. Yet, he couldn’t let you have all the fun. 

Inch by inch, his hands rounded your thighs until his right hand rubbed over your lower half. He heard your breath hitch in your throat then let out a sigh as his fingers ghosted over the inside of your thighs. When his hand curiously caressed your folds, you shuddered against him with a whine. His fingers dipped between them, stroking slowly until he found exactly what he was looking for. 

He listened to your reaction as he circled your clit, and when you let out a choked sound he paused. “Are—are you okay?”

You huffed as you reached between your bodies to push his hand against you. “Perfect, honeybee. I’m perfect. Keep going.”

Jason smiled at you with such happiness that, if you could see him, you would have thought he won the lottery. Your reaction sent butterflies in his stomach. He continued his languid rounds on your clit until you were mumbling broken, incoherent words. 

Jason was fucking reveling in it. 

You felt swollen and wet against his fingers, and his cock throbbed because that was because of him. 

Then, just as he was about to explore his way down to your entrance, you managed out, “I want you inside me. Please.”

Jason nearly came right then. “I didn’t—” The words died on his lips when he felt your eyes on him. “Okay.”

“Do you want me to top?” You asked, reluctantly pulling yourself off his hand. 

“Please.” Jason wasn’t sure he could be on top and still retain the confidence the darkness gave him. He acknowledged that he was a strong guy, and was worried that he would hurt you unintentionally. One of the reasons you had been on top this entire time. 

Your lips met his again before asking, “You still good to keep going?”

Jason leaned into the palm of your hand that he brought up to caress his cheek and nodded. Pressing one more kiss to his lips, you moved. 

He could feel you move down his legs, adjusting your position so you hovered right over his cock. Somehow, it surprised him when your fingers gingerly wrapped around it to align it at your entrance. As you teased him, letting him poke and prod at you, he could feel how hot you were. When you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock, Jason threw his head back and cried out. Amidst the new sensation of you wrapped around him, he heard you let out a long, satisfied moan that you had to be holding in. 

Sinking down on his cock was nothing short of near ecstasy for you. 

He’d had sex before, but nothing like this. He loved you—trusted you, and that made the feeling of being so fucking close to you taste sweeter. When you were at the hilt of his cock, Jason gripped your thighs as he adjusted to the warmth and tightness of you. Somewhere in between, he thought he managed to gasp out your name. 

“You okay?” You said breathlessly. 

Jason nodded before remembering you couldn’t see him. “Amazing.” It wasn’t exactly an answer to your question, but it perfectly described how he felt. 

Satisfied with his answer, you ground your hips against him. Jason wanted to move, to buck up into you with relentlessness, but the sounds you made as you pleased yourself on his cock convinced him that he needed to let you take everything. 

Your hands moved across his chest, groping every part of his body that you could. Jason copied you as he groped your breasts before his hands fell down over your inner thighs. It took a second since he couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but when his thumb brushed against your clit you nearly fell forward. Luckily, you managed to catch yourself and put both of your palms flat against his pecs. 

He felt warm, sweaty, and fucking hot. You could have told yourself it couldn’t get better than this, but the skin-smacking against-skin sound that echoed throughout the room had your insides on fire.

“Yes,” You sighed. “Keep doing that.”

Jason shifted beneath you and you clamped your thighs over his hips with a squeal. He’d hit that one spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back into your head. Jason bucked his hips up almost as if he could read your mind. The feeling of restraint he was desperately holding on to quickly started to disappear. It felt so good—you felt so good. 

When he started to buck into you, your voice echoed off the walls of your bedroom. You tried saying something, but with your panting and the way Jason’s cock was filling you so damn well it was impossible. 

Jason’s fingers rubbed against your clit as he abused your g-spot with his cock, and you weren’t too far from coming. Still, you tried holding on longer when you heard him whine desperately. Leaning down, you kissed him as you met his thrusts. 

Jason gasped and broke the kiss. “Fuck.”

“I know,” you panted out. “I'm gonna come, too.”

Just as the words left your mouth you cried out again, making sounds that Jason had never heard from you before. You clenched around him, and Jason knew he rather die than let go of your body. Slowing down, he continued to fuck up into your pussy until your body was shaking.

“Jason,” You called as you fell forward onto his chest. 

As he thrust up, he held your hips against his, letting out a low groan before stilling. His lips found yours again, kissing them so feverishly it almost felt like he hadn’t kissed you in ages. When the overstimulation started to kick in, Jason was slow to pull out of you. He did it inch by inch, almost teasing you, and your toes curled at the sensation. 

“Oh fuck,” You breathed. 

Jason huffed let out a chuckle and agreed with you. Lazily, you slowly slid off his body until you were on your back next to him, breathing heavily alongside him. He wasn’t too sure what to do next, because before it was really just sex. It was a clear-cut process that had little to no strings attached. 

He lay there frozen with sweaty skin, jumbled thoughts, and anxiety as he tried to figure out what to do. 

Suddenly, with a long, tired groan you reached up and switched on the lamp. The moment the warm light touched his skin, he felt more naked than he already was. He was a mess in the aftermath and terrified of what you would think. Jason preferred to be a disaster in the dark. 

When you looked over at him, fear doubled down in his chest. Your eyes wandered over him with no shame, drinking up every hickey, drop of sweat, scar, and whatever you had left on him. 

What you said next was soft, and Jason, for once, let himself believe your compliment. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight than you right now, Jason Todd.”

Jason smiled and knew he’d keep the lights on next time.

[daenysthedreamer101]

TVDU Headcanons

Vampirism - Transition

This is just how I think it would feel

A/N: Sorry if it's kind of long lol hope you enjoy it. No chapter this week, exam season is killing me.

Warning: descriptions of blood, obviously

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If you were (un)lucky enough to die with vampire blood in your system this is how I think it would go

Obviously, if you knew about vampires the whole process would be a lot quicker cause you would know you needed to feed, but let's say you didn't and you were in the same position Caroline was

If you died in the hospital like Care did, you would figure out pretty quickly what it is that you craved

You would wake up in the middle of the night, confused and disoriented; for some reason, you felt...different

A strange hunger was seated deep in your stomach; it was a hunger like you'd never known, all-consuming and distracting

Your throat was dry and itchy. You picked up the glass sitting on your nightstand and you drank the stale water - it did nothing to quench your thirst

The next thing you noticed was an annoying beeping sound; it rang loudly in your ears but you couldn't determine where it was coming from

You then focused your eyes on the beam of moonlight peering through the window - you could see the dust particles floating in the air. You were confused, to say the least (especially if you wore glasses as a human)

You looked at the clock - 3:00 AM

Wanting to see more of the room, you turned on the bedside lamp and regretted it immediately. It felt like the light was stabbing your eyes; you cursed and turned it off

Taking a deep breath, you tried collecting your thoughts but the hunger inside you was the only thing you could think about

Remembering your friend sneaked you some snacks the day before you take them out of your bag and eat them but it does nothing to satisfy your hunger

At this point you start getting frustrated with yourself; you get out of the bed and walk out into the hallway - it's empty

As you take a few more steps you start hearing that beeping again. You follow it and are now in front of another patient's room and peering through the window you realize it's the heart monitor

You're just about to leave when you hear something coming from behind you; thinking quickly, you rush into the nearby restroom. You take a quick look in the mirror - you seem paler than usual and the look in your eyes freaks you out

"I just have to sleep it off and I'll be better in the morning" You thought optimistically

You peek out of the restroom and see that a nurse is walking down the hall and pushing a cart in front of her; she walks into the room you were looking at

Taking this as a chance to flee, you walk out of the restroom and rush past the room. But as you pass the cart you are hit with a smell - sweet and heady, it makes your head spin

You turn back and realize that the smell is coming from the blood bags that are stacked on the cart - before you even realize what you're doing, you grab one of the bags and run back to your room

In the privacy of your room you sit on your bed and examine the bag; you focus your eyes on the way the blood sloshes inside the plastic bag and every time you sniff it, it makes your mouth water

You seemed to be in some kind of trance

You take off the protective cap off the tube; "Just one sip"

Taking hold of the thin tube, you put it in your mouth and experimentally take a sip

As you do, your mouth is filled with the cold liquid and your tongue is flooded with the metallic taste of blood

This seemed to snap you out of your trance and you realize what you just did; you cough and throw the blood bag across the room. You wipe your mouth, disgusted with yourself

You quickly grab the bottle of juice from your bag, trying to wash off the taste of blood. But this only made you gag. It's almost like your body was rejecting normal food/drinks

You were once again hit with the scent and this time it was so overwhelming you could not resist it as every cell in your body urged you to take another sip

You pick the bag up from the ground and start sucking the blood from the bag.

In the morning

A couple of hours later, you wake up once again. You thought sleep would help you feel better, but you were wrong. You thought the hunger would go away during the night but it didn't.

It was around 7:00 AM when the nurse brought you your breakfast. You reluctantly ate it, but food was not what your body craved for

Getting up from your bed, you pick up your bag from the chair nearby; after getting the stuff you need, you put the bag back on the chair

As you push the bag onto the chair, your fingers catch some of the sunlight that was peeking through the window - immediately the tips of your fingers start burning and you hiss in pain as you quickly pull your fingers away

Quickly walking to the sink, you put your fingers under cold water to soothe the pain

"What the hell was that about!?" You think as you rub your hands in frustration

You feel anger bubbling inside you; you look up into the mirror, and the longer you look at yourself the more you notice something being off about your face

Then, to your utter shock and horror, black veins start spreading beneath your eyes and across your cheeks. Your sclerae turn red and you gasp as you take in the change.

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief and then you groan as your gums start aching; it feels like your teeth are trying to break through the skin. But you already have all your teeth. So what is this about?

After a couple of agonizing seconds, you are met with the sight of long, sharp fangs protruding from your mouth.

You take in the monstrous appearance of your face and it finally dawns on you

"Am I...a vampire?"

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[heinzpilsner]

Tadadada! Here's the epilogue to my 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' series.

Firstly, let's list some main conclusion theses:

1) Mai became interested in Zuko's problems after he directly mentioned his scar and his relationship with Ozai for the first time, so her final change of attitude does make some sense.

2) The basis for Zuko's irrational jealousy was Mai's annoyed facial expression after he criticized Ruon-Jian.

3) The context of Zuko's jealousy rampage actually leaves a loophole for not-possessive interpretation (yay).

4) Despite how badly Zuko screwed up, Mai somehow managed to screw up even more (yep, still sounds contr-intuitive).

5) Mai actually expresses herself all the time and her "childhood trauma" is a big bullshit.

6) Apart from his inner crisis, Zuko has to fix many problematic attitudes and personality settings before he'll become a decent romantic partner for anyone.

7) So does Mai.

Something like this.

And now, a bit of old good boring and inaccurate psychology lecture mistake correction.

I think that I misinterpreted Zuko's side of "bring me food" scene, actually. You see, I saw it as conscious submission in order to avoid conflict with Mai, but...

It actually looks more like Zuko genuinely didn't realize that Mai's demand was not okay. He wasn't exactly eager to please her*, but he also didn't see her attitude towards him as problematic.

(*Not catching Mai's "I'm hungry" initial hint is kind of an indicator of Zuko's cool-off towards her. I mean, acts of service is his typical way of showing affection, which makes his sudden cluelesness pretty notable.)

Basically, Mai and Zuko in this scene demonstrate opposite facets of locus of control problem. Simply put, they both believe that Zuko is responsible for something he really isn't - in this case, satisfying Mai's hunger.

Later, though, it's Zuko who believes Mai owes him something - namely, to give him affection and meet his emotional needs. In his head, he gives responsibility for his emotional well-being to Mai and scolds her when she "ignores her duty" by not being "passionate" enough.

(But while Mai doesn't owe Zuko anything formally, she made a mistake of severely underestimating Zuko's contribution into relationship and his real value for her. This resulted in her coldness and lack of gratitude in response to his affection, which is quite a big relationship screw-up.)

Okaaay, and with that part out of the way, it's time for my final personal reflections.

In general, I have no doubts I made lots of other mistakes during my analysis. I tried my best, but to dissect relationship conflicts correctly, you need to have good feeling of personal boundaries and empathy of your own. And... Well. It's not exactly my forte.

I compensate for some things with theoretical knowledge, but my mind is a mess, so... Yep.

I feel like I have to go and read more psychological theory after this.

Also, I kinda tried to do an entertainment out of this, and roasting format doesn't exactly mix good with being objective. So, yep. It seems I got some kind of useless Frankenstein monster in the end, lol.

And finally... Perhaps I had to make it clear much earlier, but...

I have nothing against Maiko shippers or Mai fans. Ta-da!

I'm sure they have a lot against me now though, pffft.

I realize what I wasn't exactly restrained in my roasting, so it's natural for you to dislike me. But my goal wasn't to tell you what your preferences are inadequate or something. I mean, I myself ship much more toxic problematic shit (and have a weak spot for all sorts of flawed characters). It isn't supposed to be about being rational. You like it, I don't, it's ok.

Dunno, maybe someone needed to hear this.

That's all, I guess. If you were reading this series - thanks for your attention. Despite everything, it was a rather interesting experience for me, and I hope you found something useful for yourself too.

I wonder what I should analyse next >:D

I ignore all notifications, but maybe I'll make an exception soon. Ta-da! What a cliffhanger.

[glowingbadger]

Just saw you’re taking some requests! I’m fairly new to your blog and so I’m not too familiar with how you like to receive requests - specifically if you prefer them to be super detailed or open-ended - so feel free to just look at the character and number and go with what you think of and ignore my thoughts on possible plot. Your writing’s so much fun to read it doesn’t matter what comes out tbh

If it floats your boat, Claude with #11 (daddy kink) would be fun to read (his timeskip design does Things to me). I’m not sure if he’d get a thrill on being called daddy, but if he found out it was a turn on for his SO, I see him exploiting that endlessly because he’s so damn good at teasing. Any gender reader is fine.

I'm glad you enjoy my work, dear Friend Anon! And for sure, I mean, Claude absolutely is daddy, so it's only fair~ And I actually don't think I've ever written a daddy kink before? Anyway, I enjoyed this one, and it's actually the length I wanted these kink prompt drabbles to be for once lol

Claude (FE3H) x AFAB Reader

Kink prompt list #11 - Daddy kink

NSFW 18+ V

"Ohh... Mm, fuck, Claude..." you try to hush your breathless moans, but your body tenses, your touch quickens, and you can feel you're close- just a little more, "Daddy..!" you gasp, trying to smother your voice in the pillow that smells so perfectly like your lover, "Daddy, please, gonna- gonna..!"

~

Claude's hand is firm as he cups your ass from behind and fondles it while you lie exposed beneath him. You bite at your lip and glance over your shoulder at him, only to be met with a gaze that drips with hunger, yes, but also the same cool confidence you've seen on him during strategy briefings and diplomatic negotiations. Remembering the compromising state he'd found you in brings a flush of hot humiliation to your face. Your fingers slick between your thighs, your heart racing, and worst of all, Claude's name and more spilling from your lips.

"Come on babe, you know that if you're feeling lonely, you can come to me about it," he would sound rather generous if he weren't purring his words into your ear, "I'm always more than happy to give you what you need."

The head of his cock presses to your opening, your slickened lower lips parting around him. But he doesn't enter you just yet. Instead, he runs his tip between your labia, coating himself in your juices, occasionally even rubbing firm along your aching clit.

"Didn't... wanna bother you... all your- your meetings and..."

"I'm never too busy to spoil you a bit," his teeth graze the shell of your ear, and you shiver. His hand comes to hold fast at your hip, and when he speaks again, you recognize that teasing lilt in his voice.

"Still, there is one thing I just can't seem to get out of my head," he pauses as though gathering his thoughts, but you know he's stalling merely to torment you, "I know I heard my name while you were, well, keeping yourself busy," he gives a low laugh that tickles the back of your neck, "But you said something else, too. I wonder what it was? I hope you don't have some other guy on your mind..."

"No-!"

Claude chuckles at your frantic response. The head of his member pushes against you, granting just a bit of friction, the slightest bit of pressure as your body longs to receive him.

"Alright, alright," he says, "You'll just have to tell me what I heard then, so there's no room for doubt. Come on, I'm all ears."

"Claude..." you whine his name, glancing back at him with pleading eyes. That lopsided smirk of his makes your heart thud heavily, but it's simply too embarrassing. Then, you gasp aloud as he pushes his cock into you- just a little, nowhere near enough to satisfy. Just enough that you feel the ridge of his crown rubbing gradually in and out of you as he waits for your reply.

"Come on, babe," he whispers, his tone the slightest bit more insistent while his thumb rubs fond circles at your hip, "Let me hear you say it."

You bury your face in his pillow and mumble,

"Da... Daddy..."

Claude's cock throbs. He groans, leaning over you, his warm and toned body pressing you to the sheets.

"I can't hear you, cutie."

"Daddy! I- I said 'daddy,' okay?"

"Mmm, that's my good little Y/N," his voice is husky at your throat, but before you can reply, you're filled all at once as Claude drives his length into you to the base. Your body arches against him, you whimper into the pillow. It's too good- he's so thick, stretching you perfectly around him, and the skillful yet impassioned sway of his hips has him grinding into you at just the right angle.

"Why don't you say that again for daddy, hm? Nice and loud, now."

You're already panting for him, trembling as he pistons into you. Each stroke of his thick member sets sparks off in your head, and you're clinging to the bedsheets for dear life. Still, you force the words out.

"Daddy... ohh..! Puh- Please, daddy, it feels... so good-!"

"Mmh, that's it, baby," his hand squeezes at your hip, his thrusts coming faster, deeper, "Just be good and take daddy's cock. I've gotta make up for being too busy to take care of you properly, afterall."

[lestvt]

"Night Island Sacrament" >> Ch. 11 *TEASER*

AN: i've been sitting on a half-written chapter 11 for a while now, and its literally over 15,000 words. so, since i still have little to no time/motivation to write, and because it's been over a year since chapter 10 was posted, i've been debating with myself about putting out a teaser over the last few months... ultimately, the only reason i didn't post one sooner was because as an author it felt wrong for me to share any part of the ending before it was actually finished in my eyes. but its been so long now that i decided to just say fuck it and put my arbitrary preferences aside... y'all have earned this lol hope you enjoy!~ xoxo

Excerpt from Ch. 11: "Rinse, Repeat"

“Do you remember the first time I saw someone shoot you?”   

Lestat halted in his search for a victim to look at me. “Of course,” he said, sounding just a bit cautious of his answer.

“He was a soldier,” I recalled. “You chose him because you liked his cleanliness and the way his uniform was fitted to his shoulders. I hung back when you approached him; I’d warned you that it was a bad idea, and I was right. He must’ve been the superstitious type, because as soon as he turned and saw the hunger in your eyes, he shot you square in the chest. It came out the other side.”  

“You tell the story like I wasn’t there.” Lestat couldn’t hold back his self-satisfied smirk. “I barely flinched.” 

“But you did, and I shouted your name without thinking. It drew the man’s attention to me. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but then you threw yourself at him, and he cursed at you instead.”   

“He had no flavor,” quipped Lestat. “And he ruined my favorite coat. Such a waste. I made sure his death was painful.”   

“Yes, that’s exactly what you said when it was over. There was a gaping, gory hole in your chest, and you were ranting about how you would explain it to the tailor, as if you’d done something terribly embarrassing rather than a cold-hearted murder.”      

A laugh. “What made you think of that?” he wondered, expression trapped somewhere between amused and uncertain. Then, as an afterthought, “You could hardly bear to look at me for the rest of the night.”     

“I was trying not to think about the wound.” What I didn’t mention was that when he turned his back, I was unable to tear my eyes away from where it had exited his body. 

“So sensitive... Were you worried?” he teased. 

I shook my head. “I knew it would heal through the day. Still, it seemed so… wrong. The human in me was screaming that it was unnatural, that you should be lying down dead. When we returned home, Claudia took one look at my face and broke out in hysterics.”    

Lestat hummed thoughtfully and peered into the distance ahead of us for a while.

“Well, you’re wrong about one thing,” he muttered, uncharacteristically subdued. 

“What's that?” 

“I didn’t flinch because of the bullet. It was hardly the first time I’d been shot.” He paused, exhaling through his nose. “I flinched because you cried out for me.”  

I stared at him, unable to find the words to respond. 

We continued to walk like that for some time, quiet, not necessarily uncomfortably so, but not easy either. 

Eventually we wound up by the pier; it was a week night and late enough now that most sensible people were at home in bed. A few harrowed souls remained however, inhabiting the man-made island as though it was their natural habitat. I suppose it was in a way.       

Lestat took an abnormally long time to choose our victims that night. More than once he seemed to have made up his mind on some handsome older man or rich mistress, but right when I expected him to make his move, his gaze would shift away, as if he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Until at last we came upon a young man smoking outside a bar, completely average in appearance and dress. For him, Lestat did not hesitate.    

The alleyway we took him to would not have been my first choice, but along with my sense of shame, it vanished around me as soon as my fangs were in his artery. Distantly I was aware of Lestat caressing my hair and whispering to me in a low tone, but I could not focus for long on anything other than the pure contentment of blood searing its way down my throat and a great sense of relief. 

At some point the whispering stopped, and as I pulled back slightly I realized Lestat had begun to drink alongside me, practically cheek to cheek. His proximity only served to enhance the sensation.  

We shared three lives that way, all unremarkable, unmemorable, except for in what they provided for us. Eventually, in the middle of taking our third victim’s life, it dawned on me that Lestat was choosing them precisely for their blandness, so that their true use as catalysts was ever more apparent in contrast. And as that final life drained away beneath my tongue, I found I was not wrought with guilt, but with a burning sort of gratitude.  

Only when he released me did I realize Lestat had been gripping my arm, fingers so tight they might’ve bruised me, had I been mortal. As it were, it served as an anchor. When he pulled away and I watched him dispose of the evidence of our assault, the truth of it fully struck me. It seemed as though if he did not come back soon, I would float away. 

But I didn’t. I remained where I was, with my feet planted firmly on the wet, gritty concrete. 

Then at last he returned to me and, hand-in-hand, we began in the direction of home. The walk was silent, same as before, but as soon as we made it to the beach, Lestat wrapped his arms around me and took to the sky once more. I held onto him just as tightly as he'd held me, both from fear and desperation, neither of which were related to height.  

We landed on the roof of the coven apartment all too soon after, using the access door there to descend the sterile white and gray stairs to the floor which held our separate rooms. As we approached mine, Lestat swung the door aside using only his mind. At the same time he maneuvered me with his hands to face him. 

I gave him a curious look. 

He leered back. “Do you have something you want to say?” When I didn’t immediately respond, he pressed on. “That’s your problem, Louis,” he scolded, though it came out as a joke. “You have all the right questions, but none of the confidence to ask them.” 

“Or none of the confidence to ask you,” I countered. 

Lestat simply chuckled at this. He leaned in and kissed my cheeks, then my nose and forehead, and finally he gave me a gentle shove into my apartment. I scowled at him, but allowed it nonetheless, still too wary to speak against him. 

“Be good.”  

So he ordered, but as the door clicked shut and locked at his will, something dark and lacquered in guilt bubbled up inside of me: thick, pulsating, pungent disappointment. Just as quickly I wanted to swing it back aside, to throw myself into the hall, screaming. Instead I simply walked to my room and laid down in my bed, certain he’d done this to me on purpose.

With Lestat just next door, I suddenly longed for my hideaway more than ever. Beneath the blanket, I felt uniquely cold, bereft. Even with the heavy curtains still drawn from days before, I was exposed.

To put it bluntly, I felt rejected.

He was right there. And he wanted me, clearly, but for some reason he didn’t want me. And none of it made sense. Had I done something wrong? I was as compliant as I’d ever been tonight. So, why wasn’t he taking what we both so obviously craved? Surely he didn’t expect me to initiate.

But he was waiting for something, that much was frustratingly clear. Otherwise the day would not have come for me so soon…

[recoverywithgh0ul]

Soooo, what i eat in a day, day 3 now! I know it’s not so many days, but honestly keeping a routine with this, has been really helping me honestly, so even if no one reading this, at the end of the day it’s beneficial to my mental health. So that’s all that matters honestly. >.<

Last night was thankfully much better than the night before, hunger wise, and today I’m going to actively be okay with eating outside “allowed times” I’m just going to be eating when I’m hungry, and not going to make myself adhere to rules that 1. Don’t work for me and 2. Make me feel stressed and guilty about literally just nurturing my body. This is of course my approach, if food schedules work you should definitely use them in a safe and healthy way :>

Breakfast~

Today i had a yogurt bowl with a mini doughnut, and some apple slices.

(Today i was craving doughnuts, so i decided to have a mini one with breakfast to satisfy that craving. Breakfast was overall really nice, and i really enjoyed it, especially in a mental aspect. I was able to have what i was craving, without feeling the guilt of binging a bag of tiny doughnuts or something. The most. Beneficial thing I’m learning in my recovery, is everything is okay in moderation, and if it’s apart of a healthy diet. I know that sounds basic, but in practice, it’s so true.)

Lunch~

So, for lunch, a repeat of yesterday *0* , honey turkey wrap, bbq kettle chips, and mini sweet peppers with a side of ranch and spicy garlic sauce, also the drink will be at the bottom where it usually is,,

(was so good tbh, maybe even better than yesterday, and I’m really proud off myself for enjoying a meal, feeling satisfied, and not feeling like shit. So whooop)

Snack~

So for a snack since i was just kind of peckish and going to have dinner soon, i still had some leftover saltines and PB from the other day, so i had the last two of those, and i also had the last of the little bit of yogurt i had in the container from this morning

( no pic because, eh, but i got a mediocre picture for dinner though lol)

Dinner~

So for the main, i have leftover spaghetti and some frozen Aldi meatballs, and a side of BBQ spicy honey Brussels sprouts and broccoli

(Today has been not the most productive day for me, and I’ve been kinda of craving comfort most of it to be honest, so being proud of myself for the little things is definitely going to be the theme for today. I can’t really say anything is really going on lol, I’m honestly kinda having a good mental day? And honestly that’s amazing. If you’re reading this, i hope you’re having a decent day, and if you’re not, please remember to be kind to yourself. Especially on days when it’s the hardest to <3 )

Snack~

So for a night snack i had, some mini bell peppers, some chips with a side of cream cheese, and two star burst things

(No pic of the starbursts but they were indeed eaten, i was craving something sweet, so i nabbed em. The ending of tonight was interesting, haven’t been feeling the most valid in terms of the fact that im unwell enough i guess. Bottom line is, i was and am struggling, and I deserve to have a good day. And if anyone is reading this, you do too <3 )

Drinks~

Iced coffee

Water throughout the day

Low carb energy drink(not for ed purposes, just because I like the taste >.<)

Another day, conquered. Sometimes, some days can feel the equivalent to slaying a dragon. I’d imagine anyway, idk. But i got through it, and that’s all that matters. I hope anyone reading this that’s struggling, remembers they are worthy of food, and are deserving of recovery. You can love yourself, you’re allowed to, i promise~ until tomorrow. <3

[goldthroughthefire]

Ashes From Beauty

    Aloha everyone! No, I'm not in Hawaii! I'm hoping to go there someday though! It's on my bucket list! How is everyone doing? I can't believe it's been a week already! It seems like it flew by! Have you guys been anywhere lately? My last big trip was to the Dollar Store with my Dad. I may have went a little overboard there! We were out $50 later. Hey, a girl's gotta spend! I bet my Dad was kicking himself for suggesting going to the Dollar Store! He thought I couldn't spend much! Don't worry, I proved him wrong! LOL One item though, I regret buying! I have been redecorating my room and I saw this decal for the wall. It was of the Eiffel Tower with French writing and pink flowers. I was in love with it at first! My Dad thought it was tacky, but I thought I absolutely needed it. I wanted a little more color to my room and at the moment, I thought it would do the trick because I didn't see anything wrong with it. I overruled my Dad and bought the decal. Kids, just for the record, please listen to your parents! I wish I did on my shopping spree! LOL My friend put it up a few days later and when she left, I would keep glancing at the Eiffel Tower decal. Do you know how some things look great on paper, but then it might not be as great when put into action? Yeah, this was one of those times. The decal looked beautiful on the paper, but when it was put up on my wall, it looked like someone threw up on it! LOL Every time I looked at it, it got uglier and uglier! I had to have my Dad take it down! It wasn't even up for 24 hours! Yeah, my Dad might have said I told you so a couple times. LOL It's weird though! How can something that looks so beautiful at first turn out to be the ugliest thing you've ever seen? It got me to wondering, isn't that sorta like sin? Any sin can look so great at first or beautiful! It can even make you think you need it or that it will satisfy you. Eventually though, things get ugly. Maybe you were at a party and had a few drinks trying to loosen up. All of a sudden, you're drunk. Doesn't seem like a big deal, right? You're just having fun or trying to take off the edge. When you get behind the wheel though to go home, you're so drunk that you swerve and get in a major accident. You're injured and have to go to the hospital. How did things turn around so quickly? You were just trying to loosen up a bit to enjoy yourself and having a few drinks seemed like a good idea. Sin always has consequences though. It might look good in the beginning, but soon enough, it will rear it's ugly head. Why would a loving Father keep us from something that would make us feel good? Our Father sees everything and knows when something will harm us. God is our Protector.

    A Doctor says, "An apple a day keeps the Doctor away," but what if the apple was poisoned? A lot of people know the story of Snow White. Near the end, her stepmother in disguise offered her a wishing apple. It looked desirable to Snow White at first, not only because it looked delicious, but because she thought it could grant her what she thought she needed or wanted. She didn't know it was really poisoned though, ultimately costing her something. What is your poisoned apple that satan is trying to tempt you with? Is it one more drink to help calm your nerves or a one night stand because you want to feel wanted? He'll do it with any sin saying it's just a little bit of fun or it'll be worth it. That's because he wants us to be separated from God. The enemy will try to do anything to get us to turn our backs on God and give into temptation. He's been doing it since the beginning of time. It's the oldest trick in the book. Make sin look like everything you need or want, when it's really not.

    God knows what's best for us though and if He says sin isn't good, then I'm pretty sure we should listen to the One who loves us! Not the one who wants to destroy us! He is the only One we need and who can fully quench our thirst or fulfill our hunger. John 6:35 says, "Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty!" It's been proven time and time again that sin is not good! Just look at the father who is now divorced and can't see his kid every day because he had an affair or the person who struggles with addiction and loses everything. Those things looked good in the beginning, but in the end, it cost them everything. That's because satan is the father of lies. You can look it up in John 8:44. Satan never tells the truth and if we're not careful, we'll listen to him because our flesh is weak. That's why we need to pray often and be in the Spirit. Matthew 26:41 says, “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” King David was one of the greatest kings of all time! It even says David was a man after God's own heart in Acts 13:22. Just like the rest of us though, David let temptation get the best of him. He was supposed to go to battle, but decided to stay back and let the army handle everything. One evening, David got up and went to the roof of his palace. There, he saw this beautiful woman, named Bathsheba, bathing on the roof. He was taken aback by her beauty and stared at her. Satan saw an opportunity to strike and he did, hard! All of a sudden, David wanted Bathsheba to sleep with him. The problem though is that she was married to one of the troops in David's army, Uriah. It didn't seem like a big deal though. All he needed was one night to do the deed. Uriah was off to battle anyways. He would never know. Besides, David was the king, so he could have anything he wanted, right? So, David sent for Bathsheba and they slept together. He knew deep down it was wrong, but he didn't care. It looked so right in the moment. Sin usually does. He sent her off after he was done with her. Everything seemed good to David, but sin always comes back to bite you in the butt. Some time later, Bathsheba finds out she's pregnant by... Who? You guessed it, David! Not a big deal though, right? David thinks he'll just bring Uriah back home and he'll sleep with his wife, thinking the baby was his. David sent for Uriah and he came back to the palace, but he never went to his house. He wouldn't go home while his men were in tents still fighting in the war. David tried everything to get Uriah to go home. He even got Uriah drunk. Uriah still didn't go and sleep with his wife. David realized he was in trouble and started to panic. The sin wasn't looking as great right now. The only thing David could think of to possibly right the wrong was to get rid of Uriah. He sent a letter to Joab, the commander of the army, to put Uriah in the front line and draw back, so he would be killed. When Uriah went back to battle, David's instructions were followed and Uriah was put in the front line. He was struck down and killed. Problem solved, right? David took Bathsheba as his wife. His sin came with consequences though. He broke up a marriage and his child died. David knew it was wrong and that it displeased God, but he didn't care because it looked good in the moment. His flesh was weak and he let temptation get the best of him. It ultimately cost him his baby. Later, he realized what he did was wrong and repented. God forgave him, but David still had to go through the consequences. Just like any loving parent. If you break the rules and later apologize, knowing it was wrong, your parents will forgive you, but you still have to face the consequences. You can read the story of David and Bathsheba in 2 Samuel 11-12. This is why it's so important to put on the full Armor of God every day and pray. Otherwise, you won't be able to fight temptation when it comes. The devil will whisper in your ear saying it's ok and you might listen. It will always have a consequence though. What about cursing? There's nothing wrong with it, right? Matthew 12:36 says, "You will have to give an account of every Idol word you speak on the day of judgement." You won't see it in the moment, but you reap what you sow and harvest time is coming. Is it really worth risking an eternity with God?... Everyone might be doing it, but that doesn't mean it's right. Especially, if God says it isn't. That's why we're not supposed to conform to the world. We don't know everything. Instead, look to God and know His commands. Stand up for what's right, even if everyone else is doing it and even if it looks desirable to the eyes. Romans 12:2 says, "Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will - HIS good, pleasing and perfect will." We'll all slip sometimes of course, but we should always do our best to walk a Godly life. Repent and God will  be faithful and just to forgive. Always stand firm in your faith and next time you're tempted to do something that you know is wrong, I pray that you will seek God and His infinite wisdom. Always remember He is everything you need! Well, I'm out for now friends! That was definitely a book! LOL Until next time!

Lauren

[sugawarassoulmate]

Kenma x attaboy!! 🍑 My baby boy Kenma with lactation kink too 🤧🥺 Want him begging and crying 😢

hahahha i made him a bit of a switch lol i couldn't help it 👉🏾👈🏾

words: 610

cw: fem!reader, dom!reader, switch!kenma, lactation kink, breast feeding, mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, mommy/daddy kink, restraints, minors dni

“more please,” he slurs, wishing he could reach up and touch you. he hated when you tied him up like this. he was a good boy, he could control himself. why couldn’t you trust him? he tries to get more of you, wants your body touching every part of him. “please, mommy, more…”

after you had given birth to your daughter, there were insecurities brewing in your head that kenma might not be as attracted to you anymore. you definitely felt unsexy in the months after childbirth, your body had changed in ways that made you self-conscious with your precious baby needing constant care, you didn’t put much effort into your appearance anymore.

but somehow your husband found you even more attractive to the point where he couldn’t keep his hands off you. when your breasts started ballooning up near the end of your pregnancy, they became kenma’s personal playthings—especially when you started producing breast milk.

in the weeks before kaho was born, you complained about how full your breasts were from all the milk you had. you didn’t want to start pumping before she was born but you constantly found yourself in tears from the pain.

enter kenma who, out of curiosity, wondered what your breast milk tasted like. so he latched onto your sore nipples and it turns out he couldn’t get enough of your sweet nectar. since then, he was ready to help whenever your tits became too heavy.

kaho was born a few weeks later and she’s a big drinker, always getting fussy when she hasn’t been fed in a while. kenma loved his little girl more than anything but now he’s finding himself having to compete with his daughter for some personal time with you. you would put her down for a nap and kenma would slither behind you, hoping to get some time under your shirt, but you were so worn out most days that you had to turn him down.

but kaho was with your mother this weekend which means your body belongs to kenma once again.

“do you think you deserve it?” you ask, grinding on his lap while he feebly tries to get his mouth on your soft mound. kenma mewls underneath you, breaking into a sweat because all he wants is to drink from you.

“i’ll be good,” he says, golden eyes welling up as if the tears are about to flow. you take pity on him, brushing the hair out of his face to bring your tits to his mouth. and like a moth to a flame, kenma attaches himself to you immediately, drinking from you as if his life depends on it. “thank you.” he grunts, milk spilling from his lips.

he treats you as if you’re his last meal, sucking and biting at your chest like he won’t get another chance. in the meantime, you’re rubbing your clothed cunt against him, knowing any second he’s going to burst. “gonna cum for me?” and kenma nods against your breasts, not wanting to tear himself away for even a second. it’s so cute. “cum for me, baby boy.”

kenma practically whimpers against your tits, humping into you like a dog before he cums in his pants. it doesn’t stop his lips from abusing your chest. you finally push him off, your essence falling from his mouth. even now, kenma doesn’t look completely satisfied even though your nipples are red and raw from his lips on them.

“you taste so fucking good, mommy,” he breathes, the submissiveness leaving his voice with every second. with hunger in his eyes, kenma fights against his restraints. “now untie daddy so he can fuck you.”

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[astatia-ghast]

And now, the second thing I wanted to talk about--

Clockwork's Odyssey Returns

I believe I am finally, finally, ready to get back into writing "Clockwork's Odyssey." The burnout was killer, but I've had a few months to rest, and "The King's Quest" helped me get back into a fun and carefree frame of mind. I feel upbeat about it now, and I'm excited to jump back into it!

I'm going to ease back in to working on it throughout February. No ETA yet on when chapter 3 will release because, frankly, I'm not sure how long it's going to take. The chapter is partially written, but I wanna put some parts through a shredder and reconstitute them into something I'm more satisfied with, sooooo we'll see. lol

Sometime this month, I'm going to post my behind-the-scenes stuff on chapters 1 and 2. I'll set up a navigation page so that it's easier to find, but going forward, make sure to check out the Clockwork's Odyssey tag if you're interested in seeing that stuff!

And, the best part -- I also have an excerpt from this for you today! :D Because why not two somethin'-somethin's?!

Below the cut is the first scene of chapter 3. This one is in the second-draft stage, so it's more polished than the "King's Quest" scene was. Some edits are still going to be made for sure, but it's much closer to what I want.

I hope you enjoy! :D

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True to his word, the portal drops Danny into the exact same time and place from whence he came. It's strange, somehow, with its dull lockers and scuffed floors, devoid of the masses that normally fill it with their din. It's too real, like he only just woke up from a dream he didn't realize he was having. He has to take a moment to wonder if the events in Clockwork's tower really happened, and then what "reality" even is.

Reality doesn't grant him a soft re-entry, however. With reality comes the hunger, reasserting its unwelcome place in the core of his being, where the ghost is and the human isn't. Now that the Ghost Zone (or Clockwork, he tries to stop himself from thinking) isn't there to sustain him, all the pains gradually settle back in, leaving him with the beginning of a headache. Or really, an everything-ache.

He really needs this, doesn't he?

Dread settles in his gut as he begins to walk toward the exit. The dread, coupled with the shell-shock of having been force-fed a feast in the shape of a treat, is consuming enough that it takes him a few steps to remember that he is in his ghost form. He only realizes it because of the way gravity feels more like a choose-your-own-adventure novel than a basic law of the universe.

With a jolt, he shifts back. Through clenched teeth, he samples the air, but it reveals no shock -- only pity and a kind of resigned annoyance, which tells him that Lancer hasn't noticed Amity Park's #1 hungriest ghost boy lurking just a few paces from his classroom door.

Phew. He relaxes his jaw and soldiers on.

He was supposed to play video games with Sam and Tucker, but that suddenly doesn't seem so enticing anymore. All leisure and play pale next to the draw of Clockwork the Ghost Zone. How is he supposed to pretend that everything is normal? When it has already been so hard to pretend these past few weeks?

He's tempted to cancel. In fact, he's already pulling his phone out of his pocket and spinning up some half-baked excuse. But… no. Sam and Tucker have been with him through thick and thin. He needs to tell them about this and get their advice.

Just… how does he do so without bringing up the hunger?

Well, the good news is that he has the entire walk home to think about it. He does just that, maintaining a much slower pace than normal.

Hey, folks! I have a couple things I want to talk about today.

The King's Quest Continues

First, I want to offer a huge thank-you for the response "The King's Quest" has gotten. When I wrote this story, I didn't have the broader audience in mind; my only goal was to write something @hailsatanacab would enjoy. So when I woke up to a flood of kudos and comments the next day, I was truly taken by surprise.

And then they just kept coming. "The King's Quest" still gets a couple kudos every day, and some of the comments I've received have been just... beyond flattering. They all mean so much to me and fuel my drive to write. So really, thank you from the bottom of my heart!

As a token of my appreciation, I wanted to give you all, and particularly hailsatanacab, a little somethin'-somethin'.

I have a sequel in the works. It'll be about triple the length of "The King's Quest," and it's primary purpose will be to explore why Clockwork made the decisions he did. And I want to share the first scene with you today!

For full disclosure, I'm not 100% sure this sequel will be finished or how quickly it will be written, because I'm drawing a blank on some sections, and I have other fics I want to work on, too. But I would really like to see it finished this year. I think it would be a fun companion piece, especially since Clockwork's behavior raises so many unanswered questions in "The King's Quest."

So here's the first scene! Fair warning: this is in very early draft stage, so it won't have the polish my published fics do. But I hope you still enjoy. :)

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Clockwork drapes a cape over Danny's shoulders. It is thick and soft and heavy, made by the yetis of the Far Frozen as a coronation gift. The outside is a sleek black fabric, and the inside is fluffy white fur.

Clockwork smooths out the wrinkles on Danny's shoulders, and then his hands just stay there. It reminds Danny of when he did the exact same thing all that time ago. The weight around his soul grows heavier.

"What do you think?"

Tears well in Danny's eyes. They are plastered to his reflection in the mirror, which is slowly being adorned with all the regal clothing and treasures that will mark him as King. His coronation is around the corner, and the whole of Clockwork's tower, usually so silent, is now bustling with ghostly allies working to prepare. They sing and laugh, but Danny shares none of their mirth.

Gently, Clockwork turns Danny around and sinks to eye level. He is handsome today; his hair, white like Danny's, has been pulled back into an elaborate array of braids. He gently brushes a strand of hair out of Danny's face.

"Remember: you just need to get through today." Clockwork's voice is low and soft, meant for Danny's ears only. "Get through today, and the Council of Ancients will take things from there. And then you can focus on your mortal life until you are ready."

Danny feels like he should say something, but he can't; he knows that the moment he speaks, those tears are going to fall. Except then, in a cruel rebellion, one tear falls anyway. Clockwork procures an embroidered handkerchief, and with remarkable softness, he wipes the tear away. Danny puts up with the first dab, but when the second one comes, he pushes Clockwork away.

Clockwork doesn't fight him; he stows the handkerchief away. He seems to be teetering on the verge of action, but he stays still, keeping his hands in his lap. Danny turns away, trying to wipe his eyes as casually as possible, even as he knows there is literally no point in pretending. Frustration grows inside him as he wills himself to stop crying, but the tears only fall more steadily.

Fuck the mirror. Fuck the cape. Fuck this coronation.

A yeti peeks his head inside the room and asks Clockwork a question about something or other. He answers his question and follows up with, "We'll be just a minute." The yeti nods, peering at Danny curiously, as Clockwork closes the door. At once, the tower is quiet again; Danny is thankful for the privacy.

A necklace settles around Danny's neck. He jumps, thinking Clockwork has soldiered on with his preparations and dropped his own coronation gift around Danny's neck, but then he notices that it's just a normal time medallion. He looks up at Clockwork in askance.

"Take all the time you need," he says. "I will be waiting right outside when you are ready."

Clockwork opens the door, revealing yetis frozen in the midst of carrying streamers and delivering food, and closes it behind him.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Hey bestie congrats on your 1k. I just thought of something tho, could you write a hard dom jaehyun x pregnant sub reader. I’ve been thinking about it for some time and it’s slowly killing me lol what you think

Pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: dom/sub, degradation, cum kink, breeding kink, pregnant sex, unprotected sex

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: i think it's a great idea :) hope you like it, and thanks for sending it in!

As soon as you told him you were pregnant, your boyfriend, Jaehyun, never looked at you the same way again. Loving looks turned seductive in the blink of an eye, soft touches turned sensuous in a heartbeat.

As your belly grew, so did his lust for you. He’d always been dominant in bed, but something about your body’s fuller curves, your belly round with his baby, that made him go feral.

“Strip,” he’d commanded one night, stalking into the bedroom where you were sitting on the bed checking your emails for work.

“Give me a minute, babe, I gotta check…” he didn’t let you finish, closing your laptop and pulling it away from you.

“Now.”

You looked up into dark, hooded eyes, swimming with desire, and you couldn’t say no if you tried. Instead you obeyed, and as every article of clothing came off of you, his look of hunger grew more and more intense.

“Lie down,” he continued in a commanding voice, when you were finally bare to him, his eyes raking over your naked form. You did as you were told, and he hovered over you, still fully clothed, his erection tenting his sweatpants.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, just taking you in with his eyes, and you couldn’t believe how aroused you were just from him looking at you like that. “All knocked up with my baby.”

A deep sigh escaped your lips when he finally started sucking on your nipple, cupping your full breasts with his hands as he rolled his tongue around your hardened bud.

“Oh,” you moaned, your hands threading through his soft locks, “oh Jae, that feels good.”

“Mm, you’re a good little slut for me, aren’t you,” he breathed, blowing air on your wet, perked nipple, “letting me knock you up, letting me fill you with my cum over and over again.”

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter at his words, and he finally leaned back and took off his clothes. You’d seen him naked many times, but his nude form took your breath away every time. You reached for him, but he pinned your arms to the bed, attacking your neck with harsh kisses that were definitely going to leave marks.

“You’re gonna be a good little cumslut for me today, okay? You’re gonna take all of my cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.”

He slid his cock in easily with how wet you were, but it still made you cry out, your pregnant body so sensitive to stimulation.

“Oh fuck! Jaehyun!” you cried, and his grasp on your wrists got tighter as he built up a rhythm, pounding into you, your entire body shaking from the force of his thrusts.

“You love it, don’t you? Tell me how much you love my cock,” he growled, his hand now going to your neck and squeezing. The restricted airflow made your eyes roll to the back of your head, but your arousal was amplified, the feeling of his cock stretching you and hitting you deep overwhelming your senses.

“Yes I love it!” you struggled to speak, but he squeezed harder.

“What do you love? Say it,” he commanded, eyes dark and intense as he looked down at you.

“I love your cock, I love how you fuck me with it, I can’t get enough of it,” you choked out, but it satisfied him as a smirk crossed his lips.

“Good girl,” he said, before he flipped you onto your hands and knees, entering you from behind with no warning.

“Ah! Jae, oh fuck!” you screamed, his hands gripping your hips as he fucked you. This position had him hitting you so deep you could feel your orgasm coming on super fast. You could barely speak to warn him, just needy whines escaping your lips as the pleasure coursed through your entire body.

“You’re a fucking needy little thing, aren’t you? You just want my cock, you want my cum inside you,” his voice was low, raspy, and you were about to respond when you felt his hand land with a resounding smack on your ass. You yelped, pussy clenching around his cock as you started to reach your high. Jaehyun pumped even harder as you milked him, grunting low in his throat as he squeezed your hips, fingers digging into your flesh.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, wanna watch it spill out of you,” he was close, you could feel him tense up, and he suddenly pulled you up to him, your back flush against his chest, hot and sweaty from the exertion of railing you. He put one hand back up to your neck, fingers enclosing your throat, while his other hand caressed your swollen belly. “So fucking sexy knocked up with my baby,” he murmured before he came, his body jerking into you as he spilled his load. He pumped a few times, and you knew you’d be so full of his cum it would be dripping out of you, just like he wanted. When he was done, he finally released you and you were about to collapse onto the bed, but he made you stay in your position.

“Stay like that,” he ordered, and on wobbly knees you obeyed as best you could. He just knelt behind you, watching as his cum trickled out of your pussy and down your thigh. “So sexy,” he repeated, smacking your ass and making your pussy clench, forcing more of the opaque liquid out, making a glistening trail down the skin of your thighs.

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Thank you for 1k!

[suckishima]

thoughts on oihina? (not romantically just their dynamic and parallels etc)

Oooo, I'm assuming you're talking about manga stuff that hasn't been animated yet so I'll put it under the cut

The Oikawa/Hinata dynamic is something I never really considered happening in canon, until it did—it was so surprising and then so satisfying, I hope I can make all of my thoughts make sense lol.

I genuinely think that Furudate deciding to bring them together in Brazil was so so smart, especially because it was unexpected.

The Brazil arc starts off so lonely. Hinata can't manage to connect with his roommate, he's constantly getting lost, he doesn't really speak the language, he loses his wallet that was gifted to him by his sister—he can't find a piece of home anywhere. The only thing that's familiar is volleyball, and even then he's essentially starting over because he's putting most of his focus on beach.

And then, of all people, Oikawa fucking Tooru shows up.

Which, first of all, is hilarious lmao. Just Oikawa's reaction to seeing Hinata and being like "how is this even a thing" and then Hinata yelling the famous "the great king??" (i can already hear hinata's voice even though it's years away from being animated lol).

But then, pretty quickly it transitions from being funny, to just being a relief. Finally Hinata has some piece of home. And I love this, I love how Furudate does it—because first it feels like a relief because Oikawa is Japanese, so they can share language and culture and Hinata can feel a little less alone, even though we know it's temporary—but then as the scenes go on, we realize that Oikawa and Hinata are actually connected by more. They eat together. They play volleyball together.

Not only is Hinata not alone in Brazil for a few days, he realizes he isn't alone in his hunger for the game. He isn't the only one crazy enough to travel across the entire planet just to play volleyball. He's not alone, and he can do this.

And then at the end of their little arc, the relief transitions again, and we get this declaration of respect from Oikawa to Hinata, but also a challenge. He's gonna come back and take them all down. And it feels so earned! They both just spent all this time bonding and understanding one another, which is great in and of itself, but then it makes them both realize just how good the other is going to be when they play against each other seriously. They know exactly how badly the other wants it, because that desire, that hunger, is their own as well.

It's fucking brilliant.

And then on top of that, it completely subverted Oikawa's character for me. I didn't like Oikawa at all pre-timeskip lol. I thought he was a fine character, I admired his work ethic and drive, but I found it harder to respect those things because of how petty he was. But by the time he meets Hinata in Brazil, a lot of his pettiness seems to have mellowed out. And instead of us seeing how different he is from Hinata (high school era Oikawa wanted to win, high school era Hinata wanted to play), all we see now are similarities.

They both keep talking about how scary each other is—in a good way. And instead of Oikawa being afraid or angry about people who are like that, like he used to be, now he embraces it. Starting over is fun.

And I just think it's so smart. Oikawa has been one of the biggest "villains" of the story up until this point—and while he was usually depicted as being pitted agains Kageyama rather than Hinata, when he shows up, we still have this immediate reaction of "oh no, here's an antagonist, what will happen between him and Hinata?" But he's really just another guy who is crazy in love with volleyball. So much of Oikawa's (the "antagonist") journey ends up paralleling Hinata's (the protagonist) journey.

I think this is one of the things Haikyuu!! does so well, because in the end, the emphasis is on connections. How people are the same despite their differences, how passion and drive unites us, rather than tears us apart. Volleyball forces you to connect with people on both sides of the net, not just your own. And in the end, it's all about their shared love of the same thing.

(also it's just a lot of fucking fun to see two characters who had minimal interactions suddenly hang out for three chapters, play together, eat together, be kind of bad at the sport together. their actual interactions and dialogue are so so good and fun)

[askuemki]

Maybe it's dehydration or hunger? hope it isn't anything bad

There's like so much I wanna do, but I don't have the motivation or I just don't know how to do it (or it feels like a 5 page essay) Personally it kinda does seem terrifying, no lights or whatever in the dark where bad people lurk Praying tell it'll get fixed eventually I do sweat sometimes... but idk I like the warmth more than the cold Maybe Edward has those Victorian (or maybe it was 1900's) preferences of ankles and knees lmao A tiger?? It looked like some bear to me lol Rollercoasters are kind of scary for me.. I wouldn't go on anything w/ a loop or a really steep drop, but maybe those safe roller coasters for families, I wouldn't mind Irk, I don't see why they both could just get headphones?? Or I dunno lower the volume?? Or if it HAS to be that loud for whatever reason, don't play it around people (coughs me) who could be annoyed by it I wouldn't know how to crack the system even if i wanted to lol Think im satisfied enough w/ the stuff i have (for now) i have a terrible habit of saying I want to change or get things, but not really doing the research for it.. so nope not at all I was going to say genshin was my first open world, but nah it's probably minecraft honestly, I don't think tlou's gore is too bad You're still in third person when fighting people, and besides implications of wounds you don't really see any terrible mangled humans (less you'd count the clickers) But what's worse? Those mlp animations with the tiny screaming puffle(?) creatures, poor things always get tortured for some reason I'd recommend staying naive to it, but search at your own risk Even now I rush to my room when everything is completely dark, I don't wanna find out what's lurking there I guess so?? Think 5'2 is a bit small for the average person, from what i keep hearing Maybe it's just the guitar my dad has, but it's so uncomfortable to hold it and trying to strum all the strings I can't do something where it's a first try kind of thing, but i appreciate it tho !!

@vivgst new thread <3 (I have the cut so it won't be a pain to scroll lol)

I've never watched Death Note, but I guess Ill just say L is my favorite since we share a name (technically) Honestly? my answer is simple w/ what animal Id be Almost ANY cat (not the flatfaced or folded ear ones though they can have some bad health issues :( ) Like if you're a domestic cat, you have the stuff to survive both in the wild, or in someone's house. You have super scenes of smell, night vision, claws, sharp teeth, AND probably enough smarts to not get eaten by dogs or smth. On the other hand with humans, at least 70% of the population would adore you, and maybe even take you in to pamper you. It would be very easy to get them to do your bidding since you'd be just some animal, and perhaps put above your caretaker's needs. Pets? Affection? Just act all adorable and stuff and they'll give it to you, cling on to them and they'll say they're your human now. On the other hand (or paw) there's the wild cats!! Still very cute. Still very cool. Now your defenses are upped by a ton, and people still find you cute. Though with how shitty environmental conditions are, and with the bigger cats slowly going to extinction :( , I may or may not just stick to domestic cats But hypothetically.. It would be neat to be either a snow leopard, tiger, or a jaguar. I love snow leopards for their big fluffy tails, and it would be cool to be able to roam through snow and stuff, but that seems to get a little boring from time to time. Love tigers for their stripes, I don't think they can roar..?? But that doesn't change anything. Think Tigers and Jaguars are both pretty efficient in survival, but I'd pick Jaguar just for their athletics and HUGE bite force (least from my 1st search). Or maybe, maybe not because there's an outfit/skin or two of Valeria's that are based on jaguars.. (or leopards, but ill go w/ jaguars) im obsessed w/ this woman man hdwhadwjadawnk OH ALSO ON THE TOPIC OF BIRDS??? AS FUN AS IT WOULD BE TO BE A MALE BIRD AND SHAKE YOUR COLORFUL BUM AROUND, THERE WAS A WHOLE ASS WAR W/ EMUS AND AUSTRALIA Honestly who wouldn't wanna be a relative of a dinosaur, but smaller and just as fucking scary Also for vacation.... I don't like going on vacation. I just like being in my sad little room, on the internet or drawing my ass off But, Id love to visit Japan and see their Ghibli Studio museum, it's so cool... Or even just go to a few hotels or smth here and there, I love their stellar technology, I love how everything is so cute or neat there, oh and I especially LOVE the social rules there, I'm a goody-two-shoes at heart and perfectly agree with being "nice"... Like yeah sure I may not like you or the opposite, but at least we can co-exist without biting our heads off (unlike the fucking us) and japan seems open to their culture being explored by others, so I'd totally love to (respectfully) participate in some traditions here and there OR I could visit Europe. Like not even a specific country? Just Europe. Cuz the US is like really fucking big, and a country like France is apparently as big as Texas. And it would be cool to take a week trip just exploring cultures and stuff (well everything except food, I'm a terrible picky eater ugh) Vacation in the US scares me tho, I'm fine where I'm at rn Maybe id be a little open to going to canada.. but bc of how they're treating the Palestine genoside rn maybe like later in life if they redeem themselves, but like the us? Fuck them too I think crocodiles r cute, but I wouldn't wanna go near one :3 Most of my relatives are either in the Philippines or Maryland, I barely know abt them now Never thought I'd be the one to be the gay cousin, ngl

[maomao-words]

OOOO thank you :D!(also dw I’m a sucker for angst too but I can’t with hurt/no comfort so your fics hit damn hard :’)

Okay, now for the request

We all know that the boys gotta have some enemies

Luke cos he’s a 707(might want to sreenshot and draw on that part cos SPOILERS)

Marius, he’s a ceo, do I need to say more?

Artem?lawyer gotta have some big powerful enemies

And vyn, come psychologists jealous or smth idk about him brain ded rn

And now imagine those enemies taking it out on mc.

It’s not a wow idea, but I don’t know if you’ve read/watched hunger games, but they kind of torture the main character with the pained screams of their loved ones (which was just fake, they just took their voice and modified them so it sounded like they were being tortured and screaming for help)

Now imagine the enemies inflicting said torture on mc?

Maybe not with them being tortured (but if you do so, I’m not saying no you’re the writer you decide lmfao), but maybe saying some horrible things, starting from gentle loving words to slowly berating and downright shaming them, attacking their deepest insecurities. For days the voice plays while they’re trapped in a room and forced to listen to it, food and water delivered to them from a lil hole and basic things for human necessities but they can only focus on the Voice

Again, you can choose what the voice is saying or screaming, I’m okay as long as it hits hard and is horrible and makes cry(see? I might be more angst lover than you lmfao it’s my lifeline)

Then ofc they either get the mc back to the boy’s house like a nice lil gift or the boy destroy everything searching for them and when they find them…oooo mc might not be okay rn might wanna check on her

Also, each boy separately if I wasn’t clear enough lol

Pls pls pls try happy end I’m begging you on my knees 😭😭🙏🏻

Oh my, your request hits some good angsty spots ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

I adjusted your request a bit, but I hope I will be able to satisfy you all the same.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, wounds and injuries, physical and mental torture. Overall, the following content may be highly distressing to individuals. Caution is advised.

(Tears of Themis): Torturing the boys with Dark!MC: 

Marius Von Hagen:

A soft click echoed in the dead silence of the room, successfully alerting a half-unconscious Marius and forcing him to open his weary eyes. The youth gritted his teeth in agony as he struggled to straighten up, the still-bleeding gashes on his stomach making the simple action a living hell. But Marius didn't pay attention to the blood endlessly dripping to the floor. It was time for 'that' again.

The monitor in front of his eyes flickered open and your now-familiar image, bound and strapped to a chair in a similar position as Marius, came into view. 'Those psycho fuckers-' Marius clenched his jaw tight, as rage and mental weariness started to creep upon him within seconds. He tried to pull himself together and prevent his mind from sinking into despair, but weeks spent in the torture room simply conditioned the young CEO to dread seeing you in that monitor.

At first, Marius screamed. He raged and yelled and threatened to erase his kidnappers from existence if they so touched a hair on you. He tried talking to you, gaining few weak words in response that allowed him to slightly relax. In the few first days, Marius held on to his sanity as he woke up on your gentle tone telling him to “hang on tightly, baby” and that “we will definitely go home soon.”

Even when Marius' skin was burned with cigarettes and his flesh was torn apart as the familiar-looking bastards took their time torturing him, he still kept himself together because you were there for him, whispering “it's going to be alright, it's going to be alright” over and over again in his ears.

Once the first week-mark was reached, Marius started to detect eerie wariness and despair in your tone. Your usual “I love you” turned into curt “please leave me alone” and “I don’t have the energy to talk at you, you’re not worth it anyway.” But Marius didn't mind. He didn't mind if you ignored him and remained silent as he begged you to respond. Marius only crumbled down when you pleaded to him to leave you alone, that “nothing you do will fix things, no amount of money will turn back time.” You blamed him for all that has happened and sarcastically thanked him for ruining your peaceful life.

That is when Marius snapped. His life did no longer matter for him. All he wanted was for them to stop hurting you. He was even ready to offer his onw neck if that made them satisfied enough to leave you alone. But those fuckers were never satisfied. They made you sob and scream and hate Marius even more as they forced him to see and hear it all.

Marius wished for death for the first time in his whole life.

Vyn Richter:

Vyn’s chest rose and fell as he took a few deep breaths. His mouth twisted, fresh blood dripping from his lips, despite his efforts to remain motionless. The woman in the white lab coat turned to glance at him, her beautiful features wriggling quickly into a look of disgust seeing Vyn’s calm face. Eventually, she clicked her tongue and carefully cleaned the tools sitting on the table before exiting the room in a foul mood.

Vyn took another deep breath, his eyes slightly trembling under the harsh light of the room. It was time for ‘that’ again.

Vyn could feel his heartbeat speeding up at the mere sound of the monitor being turned on. He clenched his jaw, mind conjuring up every sound and logical argument he could think of to persuade his own self to keep calm. But the human mind was such a terrible thing, Vyn were aware of that, and his breaths came out quick and short despite his best efforts. Anxiety was slowly settling in. The monitor in front of him hummed once again before a broken murmur echoed in the room; a quiet “I hate you” reached Vyn’s ears for the umptieth time that day.

“Nothing can shake down Dr. Richter!” Vyn remembered your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you exclaimed a long time ago. That was an undeniably truth. Or at least, was an undeniable truth. From the very first days, Vyn had already formed doubts about the hunched figure strapped to a chair he was viewing in the monitor. Hearing you weakly mumble his name and desperately asking for him to reply had a significant effect on him, but did not manage to make him crumble. The possibility of this all being a mere sadistic game set up by whoever kidnapped him was too high for Vyn to simply lose his calm and allow his heart to be broken by your helpless yells.

Only when your voice, or the voice pretending to be you, told him in a clear and slow manner “I hate you” did Vyn began to feel his sanity slipping away. 

Ever since then, the voice changed. It no longer shouted in pain or howled in anguish. Instead, it began to drip in venom and spout poison. It mocked Vyn and picked at each one of his insecurities like it was nothing. “Did you really believe I loved you?” you, no no the voice, told Vyn one morning. “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? It’s incredible how low I had to pull my standards down for you,” you whispered in the middle of another night.

At each of your words, Vyn kept his face as neutral as possible, hoping that no one sees that his heart was what was actually bleeding.

Artem Wing: 

“You’ve never been loved, I can tell.” Your voice rang out in the eerie calm of the night; carrying a hint of undisguised hatred. Artem slightly flinched, his chest rising up and down in obvious difficulty, as he turned his gaze away from the monitor. “Is that why you easily believed I cared for you?” a haughty laugh followed your words, making Artem’s hunched figure shiver once again. Few seconds passed as the attorney brought his breathing back into control and clenched his jaw tight. He will not crumble down completely. Not yet.

The kidnappers, the sickest people to ever exist on this planet if Artem had to judge, carefully thought this out. Artem was known for his calm rationale and steel nerves. They were aware that mental torture would not have yielded any results if they didn’t select ‘something’ important enough for Artem to panic.

For the first few days, Artem intensely studied what was supposed to be his lover’s voice and judged it to be fake with certainty. But knowing something and not reacting to it were two completely different things. Artem knew it was a trap. Knew it was all for the purpose of forcing him to break down and to bring him down to his knees. But hearing your voice, dripping with raw hatred, picking at each one of his insecurities and mocking his affection for you proved to be more draining than one could ever imagine.

Secrets he has only ever divulged to you, precious childhood memories, his deepest regrets and pettiest doubts were all dragged into light and exposed. Every word shook Artem’s once stable-core and made him doubt his own judgement. Questions (is it really you? are these her true feelings?) haunted the older man day and night, bringing him to the brink of madness.

And the voice never really stopped. It was always there, waiting, watching and looking out for openings to fully bring Artem to his knees. Physical torture never truly bothered the attorney. He was able to handle it; the pain and the blood. He was able to grit his teeth and bear it all. If only the voice remained silent for one day, then Artem would have been able to collect his wits and remain sane.

But his sole wish never came true. For the voice actually stopped echoing a long time ago. It was just in his head now instead.

Luke Pearce:

“Fucker.” Luke heavily panted as he leaned on the wall. He raised his left hand and harshly wiped the blood dripping down his lips. The laugh that rang out at that second, as if its owner was precisely waiting for Luke to curse her out, made the young agent frown more intensely. “Fuck-” Luke cursed once again.

In fact, it was quite impossible to keep Luke under control for long. Three days were all that took for him to unlock his restraints and escape the gloomy basement he was being kept at. But even as Luke made him way up the complex hallways of the building he was brought to, comfort never really filled his heart. His kidnappers were careful; way too careful in fact. Taking into consideration Luke’s exceptional abilities, they prepared for his escape. Instead of trying and failing, to restrain him, they opted for another alternative. Mental torture.

When he first heard your voice, desperately calling for him for help, Luke froze for an entire minute with his eyes trembling before he finally got back into control. The possibility of his kidnappers faking your voice in order to toy with him was too high for Luke to simply lose his bearings. But slowly, the pain became too harsh to bear. For the simple cry for help was just the beginning of the real torture. 

“You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.” Once the words were uttered, Luke froze in his attempt to destroy the electronic lock on the door in front of him. He heavily swallowed and closed his coral eyes, desperately trying to regain his composure. His hands started to move again, albeit more slowly this time, and the voice did not miss this opening. “We are never going to have a happy ending, just remember that,” you whispered in half-broken words and Luke’s hands stopped once again.

Oh, how much he wished he could escape your voice. But the building’s security proved to be much harder than Luke originally anticipated. Without his proper tools, Luke’s progress through his escape was too slow. Too slow to salivate his sanity.

The voice accompanied him, all day and all night, never growing tired and never really yielding. All it did was scratch at all of Luke’s hidden wounds until they bled, left them alone so they can fester, before picking at them again. Throughout it all, Luke simply took one step forward, gritting his teeth all while not knowing what do you with all of his broken pieces of his heart.

He had to go home to you. 

Author’s notes:

I got my inspiration for the ‘voice’ dialogue from these prompts here and here! Who knew being mean to someone was this hard?

The request specifically asked for a happy end, but I usually write Hurt/No Comfort better ಥ_ಥ

Buuuuut, for those who reached here and still want a happy end, I will let you into a little secret. The voice is not MC’s, in reality. She was not kidnapped nor tortured. After few weeks, she manages to locate her lover (with the extensive help of Darius and Celestine) and successfully rescues them. They do eventually get better with MC’s help and assistance (and lots and lots of therapy, y’all).

If I do have enough inspiration, I might add the rescue scene to these headcannons.