#or vampire!mc/reader whatever I can get my hands on

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Ugh… right in the vampire kink… that was so hot and for what? It’s revolting how easily he can manipulate me.

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Era of Kings

vampire!viserys iii x vampire!twin!sister!reader

Summary: Viserys thinks he’s found an answer to win him the Iron Throne. He takes you across Essos to an unlikely city to find what he seeks. 

Warnings: 18+ viserys iii has dialogue and when that man opens his mouth 🫣, threats, blood, death(not mc), time skips, bathing, loss of virginity, oral(f), p in v

Authors Note: mans gets put in his place fr 🤗 literally asked my friend to give me a hotd man to write a vampire ff thinking he was going to tell me maegor but instead we got viserys iii - we still may get a vampire!maegor too like idk just something about him bathing in the blood of his enemies while drinking a chalice of blood 🧎🏼‍♀️ n e ways it’s halloween time and i wanted a vampire ff so this is what i got for rn :) 

Word Count: 7.5k idk sry

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I clench my jaw shut as I’m tugged out of the red door as he seals Dany inside. I hate that he’s having us leave her behind while we travel across Essos. I tried to ask him many times if we could just bring her with and his only response was to not anger him. I left her whatever coin I had left and promised her I would return. I’ve always tried to protect her from our brother but when he gets in his moods no one is safe. 

“Viserys-“ 

“I’ll hear no more of Dany on this trip.” he cuts me off waving his hand. He lifts me up onto a large black stallion and takes his place behind me, trapping me between his arms. “If I do hear another word, I’ll throw you off this horse and leave you.” he whispers in my ear. 

“Must you always be so mean, brother?” I murmur. 

“You know I would never.” his voice is unusually soft. “You’re to be my wife soon and rule over the seven kingdoms with me.” his words make my heart beat faster. He’s talked about wedding me for years and he says after he gets what he’s seeking he’ll have me after. 

“You’ve been saying that for-“ 

“Do you think I will not rule? Do you think I will not be king?” his voice is back to having its bite. 

“I know you will rule.” I keep my voice docile as I nod my head. I don’t know what we’re traveling to seek but I know it will change everything. 

“I wish Dany could understand like you do.” he sighs brushing my hair back. 

“She’s just a child, Viserys.” he pulls my hair at my words.

“Then she should heed my words.” I simply nod my head knowing fighting with him will get me nowhere.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask for a larger company to attend to us on our travels.” I hum trying not to think about the sun beating against my face. The only other companions we have are two white mares carrying packs with supplies. 

“Illyrio said that I need to prove myself on this journey or I won’t be able to have what I seek.” he starts to slowly braid my hair allowing my neck to feel the soft breeze. He’ll never let anyone see this side of him. Not even our younger sister. He’s always so harsh and strict. 

“Do you wish for me to braid your hair as well?” I turn back to look at him and he shakes his head. 

“No, sweet sister. I’ll be fine.” he places a kiss on the back of my neck and we keep looking at the endless sea of grasses and sand.

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First Week of Travel

There’s been no reprieve of shade or even a breeze in the past two days. My thighs are aching from the constant riding and the sheer fabric of my dress is sticking to my skin. Viserys only allows us to stop at night for a couple of hours before we’re back on the horse. I don’t know if it’s heat sickness but I think I can see a city on the horizon and I will do anything to get us to stop there. 

“My brother,” my voice is scratchy and dry from the heat. “My king, please.” I turn to Viserys. “Please can we stop in the city. Just for the night.” I hear him sigh from behind me. “Please Viserys, please.” if I had more water in my body I would surely be crying at this point. 

“Hush now, there’s no need to get so worked up. We have to get more supplies and we can stay for one night. That’s it.” he rubs my back in an attempt to soothe me but all it does is make me hotter. 

“Thank you.” my voice cracks as the city starts to come closer to us. The sands know how to play mind games. The city which should’ve only been thirty minutes away was actually three hours of travel. My legs have been screaming at me and the moment Viserys helps me off the horse I collapse to the ground. 

“Get up. People are staring and you’re embarrassing me.” he hauls me up by my arm and I lean on him for support. “Gods must I do everything for you?” he grits out through his teeth. 

“I’m sorry.” I look up to him with defeated eyes. He leads us and our horses to the nearest inn and ties them up outside before starting towards the door with a remark of saying he should tie me up outside with them. At this point any place I can lay down will be like the soft embrace of our mother. He gets us a room and brings us up the stairs before pushing the old wooden door open. 

“Then go lay down while I go get us supplies.” I know I should go with him but my legs won’t allow it. I collapse on the bed and I hear him scoff as he sets some bags down. “I don’t even know why I brought you with.” he slams the door behind him and I pay no mind to his hurtful words. I sit up on the bed long enough to remove my dress from my still heated skin and collapse back onto the bed and allow sleep to take me for however long Viserys will allow. 

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“Wake up.” I jolt awake by Viserys’ harsh tone. “You couldn’t even unpack a bit before you just went to bed? While you slept I was out collecting supplies for us.” I wipe my eyes trying to wake up but my body is begging to lay back down. “Are you even listening?” he storms over to me on the bed. 

“I’m sorry, Viserys. I’m just so tired.” my eyes are focused on the cup of water in his hands. 

“Is this what you want?” he taunts shaking the cup in front of me and I look up to him pleading. 

“Please,” my voice cracks as I reach out for the cup. 

“What have you done to deserve this? Hm?” he tilts my chin up to him. 

“My king,” using his preferred title has always softened him. “Please, I beg.” my chest heaves just wanting a sip. 

“What kind of king would I be if I didn’t give my queen what she wanted?” his smile is serpentine as he puts the cup into my outstretched hands. “After you’re done, put your dress back on. It’s indecent, anyone could walk in.” he looks around the grungy room unimpressed. “Men here would just take you and not care about your protests and I won’t have a sullied bride.” I ignore his words and drink the water down. 

I nod my head at him and set the empty cup on the rickety table. I pull the sheer fabric back over my body and start to walk over to the bags he left. I don’t see why I must unpack if we’re leaving on the morrow but I’m not interested in facing his wrath. He watches me set out a fresh pair of clothes for him to change into in the morning and I begin to try and make the room to his liking as he sits on a chair and watches me. I look around and let out a small sigh that I’ve done all I could and make my way back to the bed. I fall back wishing the fabric wasn’t again sticking to my skin but I don’t want to anger him. 

“What are you so upset about now?” he shakes his head watching me as he sets out bread and cheese. 

“I’m so hot, Viserys.” I turn on my side to look at him. 

“We are the blood of the dragon. The heat shouldn’t bother you.” his eyes linger on my body before looking at my eyes. “Do you just want to flaunt yourself in front of me, is that it?” his lilac eyes darken as a smirk forms on his lips. 

“No, I would never.” I shake my head sitting up. “I didn’t mean-“ 

“Enough,” he waves his hand at me. “Come eat and then we’ll go to bed. We’re leaving at first light.” I sulk out of the bed and come sit at the small table with him. We eat in silence and pretend we don’t hear each other's stomachs roaring. The bread and cheese are quickly gone and he’s pulling me to the bed and I’m thankful for the reprieve of sleep. 

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Third Week of Travel 

The insides of my thighs hurt so terribly I cry myself to sleep most nights. Viserys turns his back to me under the stars and I try to cover my mouth so he doesn’t hear me. I dread the sunrise everyday. When the sun rises so does his temper as he sets me back on the horse and ignores my pleas of us taking another day of rest. 

“If you keep up this crying I’ll have you walk behind the horses.” he turns my head to look at him. “You think your legs hurt now sister, it can be so much worse.” a muffled sob leaves my lips and he stops the horse. He dismounts and holds his hands out for me. 

“Viserys, please.” I shake my head trying to steady my voice. 

“Get off. Now.” he pulls me down and I fall into his arms. 

“I’ll be quiet.” I look up to him pleading. “I’m sorry, Viserys. Please.” I jut my lip out and hold on to his arms. 

“Go get the blanket. We will rest for the rest of the day.” I pull him into a hug and he pulls my arms off. “Go before I change my mind.” 

“Thank you, my king.” I place a kiss on his cheek. I run and grab the supplies off our mares and he begins to erect our makeshift tent. It’s small and flimsy but it shades us from the sun. I crawl into the shade and spread our blanket down. I lay back on it and sigh with a smile. 

“And I’m sure you want for water and food and to take your dress off..” he trails off, tossing a skin of water and some dried meat into the tent. He crawls in through the flaps and starts to lift off my dress. I lay back once I’m bare and freed from the sticky fabric. “You’re absolutely indecent.” his fingers dance up my side making me squirm. 

“I’m sorry.” my words breathy. 

“Are you?” he leans over and brings the water skin to my lips. His moods change so quickly and as of late it’s been even worse. I just let them run their course and hope for the best. The water trickles down my neck and he chuckles, setting the water skin aside. He brings the meat to my mouth and begins to feed me and I chew slowly watching him. “Do you like when your king dotes on you?” he brings another piece of meat to my lips and I nod. 

“I do. Thank you, my king.” I hum looking up at him. 

“Shall I fan you off? You’re still so flushed.” he smirks as his fingers trail across my heated skin. 

“Viserys,” I whine squirming under his touch. 

“You tempt me every night.” his words low as his eyes devour my body. “In the middle of the night you press yourself against me.” he hovers above me. “You let out the softest whimpers and pleas.” he groans as his hand brushes under my breast.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be quiet.” my chest heaves as his fingers continue to dance along my skin. His hand engulfs my breast and his deft fingers roll my nipple pulling a whine from me. 

“You can’t even be quiet when you’re awake.” his voice taunting as he continues to pinch and tease my hardened peak. He releases my nipple and trails down my navel and I shut my thighs quickly. “Not yet, sweet sister.” he hums rolling off of me. “Get some rest. I want to be back on the road before dawn.” he grabs the water and meat for himself and starts to eat while I drift off. 

I turn my back to him and shut my eyes dreaming of our feather bed back in Pentos. The abundance of food and water we had. The servants who would fan us off or let us sit in a chilled pool when we got too hot. I try not to think of Dany or I'll get too sad. I’m thankful she’s not with us because this is no easy journey and our guide is no easy companion. 

“How long until we’re there?” I sigh, keeping my eyes closed. 

“If you don’t keep making us stop every other day then we can be there by the end of the week.” his words clipped. 

“I’m sorry.” I mumble before cuddling more into the blanket. 

“I’m sure you’ll have us stop again anyways.” I can feel his eyes on my back as I keep it turned to him. His words are harsh but his touch is soft and he gently kneads his fingers into my muscles. “Go to sleep.” he hums as he continues to massage me as I drift off. 

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Arrival in Valyria 

I look upon the ruined city of our ancestors and gape. I would give anything to have seen this in all its glory before the doom. I’ve heard all sorts of stories of why no one can travel here but Viserys has uncovered the truth for us. As we make our way to the heart of the city I start to see things out of the corner of my eye and turn my head quickly. 

“Stop jumping so much.” he scolds and I mutter out an apology. I crane my neck looking at the crumbling stone in complete awe of the architecture. I hear fast approaching steps and turn my head but no one is there. “What did I say?” he whispers into my ear and my spine goes straight as we approach the building. I can feel eyes watching us but make no attempt to try and find the owner of those eyes. He jumps off the horse and helps me down. We walk up the ruined steps hand in hand and as we go to push open the doors they groan open on their own. Viserys looks in and doesn’t see anyone and turns to me. 

“How strange.” he shrugs, pulling me along with him.  

“Viserys, I’m scared.” I whisper looking up at the great ceiling. 

“There's no need to be afraid, child.” my spine straightens at the voice in high valyrian. 

“Show yourself and bring to me what is owed to me.” Viserys’ voice echoes throughout the hall. 

“Viserys-“

“What is owed to you?” the voice laughs. “Tell me your name.” it demands. 

“Viserys, third of his name, rightful-“ 

“No, not you. Her.” I see a silhouette whisk in front of the giant stone hearth. I offer my name barely above a whisper. 

“Never mind her. I’m the one who has traveled all this way for you. She is merely here for my pleasure.” he walks up to the ghostly woman in front of the flame. 

“Viserys, wait.” he grabs my hand and pulls me along with him. 

 “Both of you kneel.” I kneel down on the stone that licks through the fabric of my dress. I keep my head down and steal glances at Viserys who is squinting trying to figure out who stands before us. “Are you ready?” I see the bare feet in front of us and I go completely still. 

“Oh yes,” I see Viserys tilt his head up and I look over to him in horror. 

“The era of kings has passed, we now enter the era of queens.” the voice caresses my ears and before I know it she breaks a vial over my mouth and its contents spill down my throat. 

“What have you done?” Viserys shouts into the now empty hall. The person before us has disappeared and I feel.. I feel. I can’t explain it. “Get up.” Viserys drags me up from the floor and looks at me. 

“Come to me, my child.” I jump as the voice speaks directly into my mind. 

“He won’t let me.” I shake my head as Viserys looks at me like I’ve gone mad and maybe I have.

“You’re faster than he is now. Run up the stairs and come through the third door on your left.” she instructs me. 

“I don’t want him to be harmed in my absence.” the voice chuckles in my mind and goes silent. I open my mouth to say something to Viserys but the smell of him floods my senses and I feel my gums splitting open. 

“Come upstairs or you’ll be the one to harm your brother.” I feel the tears start to pour over my face as my mind races. 

“Viserys, I’m so scared.” I step back from him as he stares at me in a trance. “Viserys?” he just stares at me so I dash up the stairs. I shake my head trying to figure out how I got to this door so quickly. It creaks open and I look inside before entering. 

“You’re safe, my child.” the voice doesn’t offer me any semblance of comfort but I’m thankful it’s out loud and not in my head. “Ask the questions floating around your head.” the woman comes out of the shadows. 

“Am I going to die?” she brushes her silver hair over her shoulders as she chuckles and I’m rendered speechless at her beauty. 

“You will never have to fear death again.” she hums lounging across a chaise. 

“What happened to my teeth?” she chuckles and points to the mirror. I’m in front of the cloudy glass the next second. I open my mouth as gasp when I see the two fangs jutting out of my gum line. I look over my features and see that they’re more defined and prominent. I turn back to her and she’s smiling. “I’m..” I grab my throat. 

“Mm, I almost forgot.” she claps her hands twice and another like her comes out with a young man in tow. “Have a taste.” she gestures to the man and the other person lingers by the door watching. 

“How?” I look at the woman with worry. She’s next to the stunned boy and tilting his head to the side bearing his neck. She nods to me as her fangs press out and she sinks them into his neck. She releases him just as fast as she bit him and gestures for me to come. 

“You can kill him if you wish. You don’t have to stop.” I’m taken aback by her words but I ignore them unlike my thirst. I press my teeth into his sink and the second his blood hits my tongue I’m lost. The boy goes limp in my arms as I continue to drain him. I pull back panting heavily as I watch him collapse to the ground. “Feeling better?” she smiles at me. 

“Who are you?” I ask tilting my head. 

“No one of importance.” she waves me off. “Ask your other questions so we can return to your brother.” Viserys. He completely slipped my mind. 

“I didn’t want this. My brother did.” I shake my head stepping back from her suddenly too aware of the blood dripping down my neck. “Can I share this gift with him and my sister?” I look to her hopeful. 

“You can, but I’d suggest making your brother prove himself first.” she hums with a slight frown. “All he needs is your blood and for you to will it so.” I'm relieved that there’s a way for me to keep them safe and with me forever. 

“So we can’t die?” I watch her walk over to me. 

“You can, but no one knows how.” she links her arm with mine and we begin to walk down the hall. As we descend the steps it’s like I’m in a brand new hall as I take in all the detail I missed before. I sigh in relief when I spot Viserys in the same spot I left him, unharmed. 

“There’s another gift that you received. It’s mainly used in the common tongue to help settle your meal, but can be used whenever you deem fit.” she smiles wickedly. “Come, Viserys.” he walks over to us as we get off the last step. 

“You speak the common tongue?” I furrow my brows. 

“Of course, child.” she laughs, throwing her head back. “But we’re in our homeland, why would we speak the tongue of those lesser than us?” 

“Can this other gift be used on people like us?” I tilt my head. 

“Only by the person who made you.” my anxiety spikes at her words. “Worry not. I never leave this place and have no intention to do so or use it against you.” she offers me the first reassuring smile I’ve had in years. “It takes a little more strength to get it across but you can.” she nods at my brother before us.

“Did you make him stay down here? Why is he like this?” his silence is deafening. I’m waiting for him to yell, to throw something, or to drag me out of here. 

“I did. Try to undo it.” she smiles while watching me. 

“Break free of her words brother.” he has the same look on his face and I frown. 

“Try again.” she nods at me. 

“Viserys, please hear me.” my voice threatens to break. “Break free of her words.” I plead and his face instantly crumples. 

“How dare you take what is mine?” his eyes narrow on me. 

“I didn’t.” I shake my head stepping back. The woman next to me watches us with an amused expression. 

“After all I’ve done for you?” he slowly starts to walk towards me and I stay where I am finally realizing I have the upper hand. 

“And I have done a lot for you.” he offers me a wicked smile. 

“Is that so?” he tilts his head studying me. 

“I’ll be around,” the woman sighs as if she’s bored. “There’s some more food for you out in the back stables.” she offers me a nod and disappears. 

“How does it feel then?” he stalks around me and I feel his gaze on every inch of me. 

“Intense, overwhelming, freeing,” I shake my head trying to pick the most prominent emotion. “Powerful.” I nod. 

“Will you change me, sweet sister?” he stands in front of me once more and I purse my lips studying him. 

“We can discuss it.” I reply feigning a yawn. “For now I’d like to rest. It’s been a long journey.” I start down a hall and hear him trailing behind me. 

“You want to rest here?” he looks at the castle that is slowly being reclaimed by the elements. 

“I’m sure there’s a feather bed that’s not in use.” I crack open the first set of doors and find the kitchen. I shut the doors with a groan. “Do you know of the being that I am?” I glance over my shoulder at Viserys. 

“I know everything there is to know.” I hear his heartbeat accelerate and scrunch my brows. 

“Liar.” I fully turn toward him. I study his face as his heart races. I glance at his neck listening to his blood flow. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” his voice wavers and I think this might be the first time I’ve seen him frightened. 

“Not even just a taste?” my nose is against his neck before his next breath. I should be embarrassed at being so crass but I can’t help it. The smell of him and how fast his heart is beating pull me in. 

“Let’s go find you a bed.” he nods at me pulling out of my reach. “I could even go fetch some of your food.” he offers and I smile revealing my fangs. 

“I would like that very much.” I hum and turn to continue on my search. Viserys finds me suitable chambers with a large dusty featherbed that he’s been spending the past ten minutes cleaning off for me. I look around and see that everything has been left untouched since it was abandoned. I make my way over to the window to look upon the bones of the once great city that have been left. 

“I wish to try something.” I hum and turn to him. 

“What?” he stands up quickly. 

“Come here.” he walks over to me instantly and his brows furrow. “Back to the bed.” I lift my chin and watch him walk back. 

“What is this?” his anger makes a slight breakthrough. 

“Come back over here.” I softly smile. 

“Enough of this.” he says through his teeth. “I will-“ 

“Kneel.” he goes to his knees before me. 

“Sister.” his tone is bold for his position. I dip down and cup his cheeks and look him in the eyes. 

“I want you to know that even if I do change you I will still be able to do that, because I made you. You will never hold that kind of power over me again.” his heart skips. 

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One Week Later

I was thankful to see that our horses were well cared for and are ready to make the journey. She was kind enough to have a covered carriage repaired for us and has our horses linked up to it. I gathered more information from our host and she told me I will always be welcome back. She was kind enough to offer me a couple skins of blood until I could make it to the next city. I watch as Viserys packs our bags and supplies. Once he’s done he helps me in and closes the door behind himself and sits with his back to me as he holds the reins and the carriage jumps into action. 

“Are you nervous to leave?” he turns back to me as we trail through the city. 

“No. I want to see what it’s like out there now.” I feel such a sense of safety knowing I’m no longer the prey.

“Do you think you’ll change me?” I watch his hands tighten on the reins. 

“We can discuss it on the road.” I smile to myself hearing him groan. Leaving the city is completely different than I thought it would be. “I’m thankful we have shade on the journey back.” I sigh lounging back in the seat watching as we pass through the last of the stone gates.

“Let me know when you need to stop and refill your skins.” he looks over his shoulder. 

“Do you think I look different, brother?” he hooks the reins to the carriage and turns to me with a smile. 

“What do you mean?” he tilts his head letting his eyes trail over me the same as they always have. 

“Do you think Dany will be able to tell?” I nibble on my lip. 

“If she does, we can just blame it on the journey.” he reaches across and cups my cheek. “Sister you were beautiful before but now.. Gods.” his voice soft as he shakes his head. 

“Viserys..” I watch him study every inch of me. 

“That woman was right saying we were in the era of queens.” his eyes find mine. “Everyone who sees you will bow to you.” I have no idea what’s gotten into him. Maybe he’s genuinely scared of me now or is just doing everything he can to make me want to change him. 

“You’re never this soft with me.” I search his eyes. 

“Do not start with that.” he waves me off. “I was always the kindest to you.” a laugh bubbles out of my mouth at his words. 

“On the journey here you threatened me at least ten times a day.” he winces as my voice raises. 

“I will make up for it. I promise.” he nods his head. 

“Trust that you will.” I hum and settle back into my seat. 

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First Week of Travel

I smile as our carriage comes to a stop outside a cities walls. I slowly stretch out as Viserys starts to take some of our bags out. He opens the door for me and offers me his hand as I step out. He’s been uncharacteristically polite over the past week and I know it’s because he wants me to change him sooner rather than later. I like the idea of making him wait but I’m selfish enough to want to look at his beauty forever. 

“Your friend didn’t happen to give you any coin, did she?” he whispers in my ear and I chuckle. 

“We won’t need coin anymore.” I pull him in the direction of a nice inn. As we step through the front door we’re greeted by smells of hot food and ale. I walk us up to the innkeeper and offer him a simpering smile. 

“What are you doing?” I brush off Viserys words. 

“We require the best room you have. Along with a hot meal and clean water to bathe.” the innkeeper looks us up and down and clears his throat. 

“And how are you paying for this?” his voice weathered from too many years. 

“We are your honored guests for the night. We won’t be paying for anything.” I keep my voice steady hoping this will work or we’re going to be kicked out of this city. 

“Of course.” the man nods his head and calls a small child over. “Take them to the room at the top of the stairs and see to it that all their needs are met.” the boy furrows his brows. 

“Aren’t you staying in that room already?” the child tilts his head. 

“Not tonight. Freshen up the room for our honored guests.” he smiles at me and Viserys. 

“Thank you.” I hum. 

“No, thank you.” he offers us to sit at a table and dine while our room is prepared. I pick at the food on the plate and push it around so it looks like I’m eating but I’m looking around trying to find an unsuspecting victim. 

“Your room is ready and the bath is currently being filled.” the boy comes up to our table glancing at me. He escorts us to our room and comes back a moment later with soaps and oils for the bath and disappears. I look around at the small room and I’m just thankful it’s clean. 

“Do you wish for me to bathe you?” Viserys asks from the bed. 

“I will never tire of you doting on me.” I sigh as I start to untie my dress. 

“Allow me.” he comes behind me and slowly pulls the strings undone. His heartbeat is steady as his fingers trail across my skin. As the dress pools at my feet I can hear his uneven breath. 

“Do I still tempt you?” I turn and face him with a smile and watch as his eyes travel over every inch of my body. 

“Very much.” he swallows as his eyes linger at my breasts. “My queen.” his eyes snap up to mine and I study him. 

“Mm, I quite like the sound of that.” I hum, turning and walking to the bath. I dip in the steaming water and let out a moan as it engulfs me. I watch with low lids as he walks o e froth the soaps and oils. He stops to grab a cloth before kneeling beside the tub. He adds in the floral smelling soaps and oils and I relax further back into the tub. 

“May I?” I nod watching him wet the cloth. He starts with one of my arms and his touch is gentle and unhurried. I let my eyes close as he starts on my other arm. He prompts me to sit up and starts to wash my hair. I let out soft sighs as his works the soap into my hair before letting the warm water wash it out. His fingers linger on my skin and I smile to myself at his tantalizing touch. 

“I wish to get out now.” I rise and look down at him still on the floor. His gaze is hungry as he stays on the floor looking up at me. I step out of the tub and stand in front of him. He reaches out for my dripping body and I step back with a smirk. Ever since I was changed I’ve had this new sense of confidence and an insatiable desire. “Will you help me dress?” he nods quickly before rushing to the bed to retrieve my dress. 

“Do you wish to go find food?” he helps me lift my dress up and begins to tie it. 

“Unless you’re offering yourself?” his heartbeat quickens as he stills. 

“Could you eat without killing me?” I can hear the slight shake in his voice as he finishes tying my dress.

“I could. You could be my personal source for the rest of our journey.” my fangs split through my gums at the thought. “You smell divine, Viserys.” I turn to him.

“Try it.” he nods at me. I walk over to him as slow as my hunger will allow and I inhale deeply at his neck. I trail my tongue across his skin and I feel my fangs throb in anticipation. I slowly sink my teeth into him and we groan in unison. As his blood flows down my throat I hold him closer. The taste of him is overwhelming. I have to coax myself to let go of him and lap against the marks. “Was that okay?” he pants looking me over still in his arms.

“Perfect.” I lick my lips and watch his eyes darken. “I want my dress off, I'm hot.” I look up at him and he glances at my lips. He makes quick work of my dress and he brings me to the bed. 

“I’ll find something I can use to fan you off.” he starts to walk away but I grab his wrist. 

“Lay with me?” I tilt my head pulling him back over to the bed.

“I want to- I need to touch you.” his eyes search mine and I raise an eyebrow at him. 

“What happened to not wanting a sullied bride?” his nostrils flare at my words.

“You’re to be my bride. My queen.” I chuckle at his words. They help me remember that I’m still making him prove himself after everything. 

“Mm, never mind.” I wave him off. “Go find something to fan me off with.” I crawl into the bed and lay back. I hear his slight scoff as he rummages around until there’s silence, followed by a cool breeze. A shiver trails through my body and I rub my hands against my chest and I hear his heart race. “It’s gotten chilly.” I graze my fingers against my nipples and squirm. My legs squeeze shut as he looks down at me. 

“Do you want me to stop?” his voice low as he watches me. 

“No.” I shake my head as I let my hands trail down my torso. “Viserys,” I whine as my hand dips lower until his fingers wrap around my wrist. 

“Enough. Go to bed.” he tosses a blanket over me and slips into bed next to me fully clothed. 

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One Week Away From Pentos

We lay out under the stars and I listen to his steady heartbeat. I turn to him and admire his beauty in the pale moonlight. We still have stopped at a couple cities so I could fill my skins. He’s been eager to offer himself to me but with the high temperatures I don’t want to risk him as my only source. Tonight all I can think about is how sweet he tastes. 

“Viserys,” I hum rolling over onto his chest.

“Yes, my sweet sister?” he smirks at me as his fingers dance up the skin of my back. 

“Can I have a taste?” I scoot up his body to rest my mouth near his neck. 

“Of course,” he tilts his neck and holds my waist. 

“Viserys?” I murmur against his skin. 

“Hm?” he helps me settle more comfortably atop him. 

“Why do you sleep fully clothed?” he chuckles at my question. 

“Do you wish to see me?” I hear the smile in his tone. 

“I do.” I purse my lips sitting up. I start to lift off his tunic while he looks at me in amusement. I unlace his trousers and yank them down his legs and take in his lean form. “Mm, you are quite handsome.. well endowed.” I tilt my head as my eyes roam over his body. 

“And what would you know of that?” he props himself up on his elbows. 

“Talk among the ladies and staff is quite scandalous, brother.” I chuckle crawling back on top of him. “I’d still like my taste.” I lick against his neck and he pulls my body flush against his. 

“Quit teasing,” he growls, digging his fingers into me. 

“You are in no position to make demands.” I sink my teeth into his neck and he jerks his hips into me. I press myself closer against him as my tongue lashes against his neck. I pull off of him letting my tongue trail against his skin. I press soft kisses across his throat as he holds me tightly. I lean back and look down at him. We’re both breathing heavily and he searches my eyes before pulling me back down against him. 

“You are divine.” his words and eyes are filled with devotion as his hands travel up my sides. 

“Let me change you and wed you at the same time.” he furrows his brow. “We have dragon glass in one of our bags.” I push off of him and walk over to the carriage. I come back with the small blade and see him sitting up. I sit across from him and offer him the blade. 

“There’s no maester or witness.” his words hushed. 

“We’ll know.” I nod my head. He presses the blade against his lip and his palm before handing it to me. I mimic his movements and clasp our hands together. We repeat the vows and he presses his lips to mine. I taste our blood mix and it sends my senses into a frenzy. 

“Change and stay with me. Forever.” I don’t know if the words flooded from my mouth or directly into his mind but I felt the shift. His hands dig into me harder. I feel his fangs scrap against my lips as blood smears across our face. Our hands roam across each other leaving trails of pink from our cuts. 

“Can I taste you?” his voice strained as he waits at my neck. I nod and a moan tears through me when he sinks his teeth in. I shutter in his arms as he gently lays me down. He hovers above me still lapping at my neck. He rolls his hips into me and small gasps spill from my lips at the friction. 

“Viserys,” I whine as he stays attached to my neck. His hand slides between my thighs as I gasp as he drags a finger up my slit. He finally lifts his head up and I see my blood dripping down his chin. His lips crash to mine while his fingers continue to brush against my wetness. 

“Shh shh,” he shushes against my lips as he swirls his fingers around my bud. “Let me take care of you.” he kisses back down my neck. “My queen.” he kisses across my chest. His soft words and touches have me squirming in his arms. 

“Viserys, please,” I whine as he kisses across my chest. 

“Mm, what are you begging for? What did those scandalous talks tell you to beg for?” he taunts sliding his fingers down to circle my core. 

“A kiss between my thighs.” my cheeks flush as he grins. 

“Then that’s what you shall have.” he snakes down my body and I look down at him between my legs. He places a soft kiss against my bud and looks up to me. “Like that?” I shake my head. 

“More.” I furrow my brows. His lips encase my bud as his tongue starts to swirl against it and I gasp and whine above him. He holds my legs open as his tongue lashes against me. “Yes, I-“ my stomach tightens as my fingers dig into the blanket. His tongue moves even faster and I begin to roll my hips against him. “Vis-“ my voice breaks as I burst across his face. He continues to lick at me as my hips jerk against him. 

“Can I try something else?” his fingers slide through my wetness brush against my sensitive bud. 

“Yes.” I nod my head watching him with pleasure filled eyes. He dips a single finger into me and I let out quick gasps as he pumps. I quickly get used to the intrusion but it doesn’t stop my squeak when he presses a second long finger into me. “Viserys,” I cry out as he starts a slow rhythm. My hips roll into his hand as he continues to push his fingers into me. 

“Gods you are so wet.” he groans, starting to move his fingers faster. Moans pour from my mouth as he curls his fingers and I try to squeeze my thighs shut. “Does that feel good?” he chuckles, leaning down to whisper against my neck. I nod my head as I chase my approaching high. His teeth sink into me and I combust around his fingers chanting his name. “The sounds you make are so beautiful, my wife.” he hums, pressing his lips against my neck, removing his fingers. 

“Please,” I whine as he moves its tip through my wetness. I tremble as he presses against my bud before coating himself in my pleasure. He slowly presses into me watching my face. With every inch I think it’s the last but he keeps filling me. “Viserys,” my voice a breathy plea. His hips finally rest flush against mine as he stills inside of me. 

“Hold still.” his fingers dig into my hips to stop my squirming. I start to relax around him and he starts to move. My breath is stolen from me as his pace quickens. He wraps my legs around his waist and I raise my hips to meet his. He leans down and our lips clash as our tongues push against one another. We take and give pleasure to one another and right as I feel myself about to explode I sink my teeth into his neck and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He fills me as my name falls from his lips before he collapses next to me on the blanket. 

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Back in Pentos

When we walk back through the red door Dany is sitting on the couch with the same bright smile so remembered. When she sees us she runs over to us and pulls us into a hug. I was so nervous she would notice we were different than before. She eyes Viserys skeptically as his attitude and demeanor are much more different than before. 

“What has gotten into you?” Dany looks up at Viserys as he places a kiss on her head. 

“Your sister and I finally wed over our journey.” he smiles at me. Dany looks to me alarmed but I give her a reassuring nod. We’ve decided to tell her of our marriage but we don’t wish to tell her about eternity yet. She’s only ten and we want to protect her for as long as we can before offering her to pause in time as a child. 

“I’ve found a way to keep us all safe.” I pull her into my embrace. “When you’re older I’ll explain everything but for now just know that you are safe. Your brother and I will protect you.” I hum and she hugs me tighter. 

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OMGOMGOMG KAIT YOUR VAMPIRE RAY CONTENT JUST GOT MY HEAD BUZZING WITH BRAINROTS AND IDEAS HHHH okayokay so i dont remember which media is this from but its also related to vampire stuff where the vampire gave a locket with a few drops of their blood in them as a sign of courting to their significant other. what if we reverse that? what if mc gave the locket with their blood to ray as a keepsake or something?

I am so happy to hear that it's got your brain buzzing with all kinds of ideas! I love Vampire AUs. I've played around with it before in the past but this is the first time I've written one for Readers to enjoy the idea first, instead of me with my CMC content. Now, I've seen this idea in a few different pieces of media before but none of the ones that I've consumed firsthand.

So, so far, with everything that I've established in this specific universe, your blood is better than anything else in the world to Ray. It is so strong that he cannot go too long without it, because for whatever reason, you are the sweetest treat to ever come close to him and he is utterly insatiable after he gets to have a taste for the first time.

Even being away from you for long periods of time it's difficult because it’s not just your blood that haunts him. It’s your scent. The more time he spends away from you, the more his entire body begins to twitch and tremble, begging for the smallest piece of you to float his way. 

The desire inside of him grows stronger and stronger the longer he's away from you, and if he's kept away from you just long enough, it physically pains him. You are everything to him, and no amount of trying to drink other blood will erase that fact. So, in this case, would having a bit of your blood on hand keep him under control? That's an interesting thought piece. 

Because, on the one hand, having that around could help him in a pinch, and it might be just enough to keep him going so he doesn't show any sign of what you really are to him in front of his savior; On the other hand? What if that amount only serves to make him want more? What if it's just enough to make him lose control?

Because, he would do everything in his power to make sure he would never do such a thing, but if his instincts take over, there's only so much he can do to stop himself. And if he put you in a position where you got hurt because of that, he would never ever be able to forgive himself. Ray brought you to this place because the very last thing he wanted to happen was see you in misery. 

So, I think at the end of the day, it's going to come down to your choice. If you think it's a good idea to give him something that will give him the ability to tide himself over no matter how long he has to stay away from you, then you should do it. But, if you see that it's only making things harder for him, try and take it away. He might not let you do that.

It's not that he would want to tell you no, it's just that the idea of not being able to be with you at all, even with a part of you, feels wrong. He would do everything in his power to not drink everything in that vial, but it's possible he might just crack now and again and you'll have to refill it for his sake, even if he tells you not to, because you're just that kind of that person aren't you?

[ruiningsalads]

While I am a Howe/Cousland fan, I have to know more about Vampire Trash. XD It pulls to me. For your Ask game! Of which I'm scouring my WIPs to participate too.

LMAO I figured this would be the first one I'd get an ask about!

I think I was in my cozy mystery phase when I worked on this. I wanted a story with a lighter tone, so I thought "what if the love interest is a vampire, but the MC doesn't believe it?"

Like, everyone else fully believes it, but she stubbornly denies it for the entire story. Aaaaand there was going to be lots of fuckin', hence the "trash" part of the name.

Alas, I never got very far, but here is a snippet (under the cut for length -- also I very obviously never got around to editing, so reader beware):

“Are you going back this year?” Liz’s back was still to her, so she couldn’t see the grimace Emily made.

“I don’t think so.”

“Not surprised. This place doesn’t pay me enough to afford it, either. Thankfully, my parents are helping me so I can graduate next year.”

“That’s nice of them,” Emily said, hoping she sounded genuine.

“Yeah, I guess. They won’t let me get an apartment on campus, though.” Liz huffed.

“Don’t they live like ten minutes away from campus?”

“Yeah, but I hate driving. It’s not like it’s that much more expensive to live on campus, but whatever.”

Emily bit her lip to hold back the string of insults she wanted to hurl at the other woman. What she wouldn’t give to have her family helping her with her college expenses, even if it meant living at home. She busied herself under the counter, organizing the shelves, and didn’t see who entered when the bell over the door tinkled. She heard a rush of sound, of rain and passing traffic, then Liz’s customer service voice as she chirped “Welcome to Morton’s Books! I’m Liz, let me know if I can help you find anything!” There was a low reply, followed by Liz’s fake, flirty laugh.

“Emily!” she heard Liz hiss from above. She emerged from under the desk to find Liz staring at her, wide eyed and grinning. “Look at the guy who just came in! He’s a babe!”

“Ah, I’ll see him when he checks out,” Emily said uncomfortably. Liz had a habit of trying to date the customers, and often the relationships didn’t last longer than a week. Emily had a feeling her next victim had just entered their lives.

Ten minutes later, Emily finally got a look at him as he placed two books on the front counter. He was tall and slim, dressed in dark clothes and a rain-splattered trench coat. His long hair was wet and slicked back out of his face. He was so pale that Emily thought he might be sick, and his gleaming eyes looked almost feverish. His smile was charming enough.

“Did you find anything alright?” She asked as she rang up his purchase. He was buying second-hand copies of Of Mice and Men and Brave New World.

“Yes, thank you.” He looked around the small store. “This is a lovely shop. You can’t find many small bookstores anymore.”

Emily smiled as she made change for him. “That’s true. This is the only one I know of in the whole city.” She placed the books in a plastic bag along with his receipt and handed it to him. “Hopefully we’ll see you again.”

He stared at her for a long moment, then smiled. “I think you will.” And then he was gone, disappearing into the rain.

“Oh my god! He was flirting with you!” Liz squealed, bouncing up and down. “Did you see his teeth? I think he could be a vampire!”

A snort escaped Emily before she could stop it. “Sorry, but you know Twilight isn’t real, right?”

Liz rolled her eyes. “No, vampires don’t actually glitter, but how can they not be real? And he very clearly had fangs!”

Emily shook her head and moved to the back of the store, where a small coffee and tea station was set up. As she made herself a cup of Earl Grey, she mulled over Liz’s words. Emily herself had gone through a vampire phase where she read all the vampire books she could find. There was a time in her life where she would have wanted an Edward Cullen or a Bill Compton, but now, at the age of twenty-three, she felt silly even entertaining the idea. Even if there were such a thing, it would be incredibly irresponsible to involve herself with such a person.

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love to hate

wc: 5.2k

pairing: hunter!haechan x hunter!reader

cw: supernatural!au, smut, fem!reader, ex friends/fwb to enemies to fwb again, angst, sex pollen, dubcon(?), weapons, violence, gore, character death (non mcs), masturbation (reader receiving), alcohol consumption, fingering, teasing, pet names, unprotected sex

song rec: hypnotic by zella day | if you let me by sinedad harnett | love me up by etta bond | crave by tove lo

"You want me to what?!"

"Come on, there are worse things," Taeyong tried talking you down.

"I'd rather Lilith drag me to hell herself."

"Okay, now you're just being dramatic. Haechan's not that bad."

"Oh, no, he's just an annoying, pompous asshole."

"I-" before he could get in another word, you cut him off.

"Why can't you just send Sungchan? He's one of the newbies. The experience will be good for him anyway."

"I sent him and Shotaro to Oregon with Yuta to take care of a crossroads demon."

"Jaehyun?"

"Vampire nest in France with Jeno."

"Renjun?"

"Shapeshifter in Morocco."

"Kun?"

"On vacation," Taeyong sighed. "Look, you two are some of the best hunters I know, and I really need you on this case. Both of you."

You knew you couldn't keep standing here bitching over this when the real problem was still at large. People were still getting hurt, and you couldn't let your feelings of anguish toward him get in the way of your job.

You rolled your eyes before sighing, "When do we leave?"

"Been waiting on you."

Looking over your shoulder, you glare at the man standing in the doorway of the room designated to be Taeyong's office. Haechan smirked at you before winking. You scoff, turning back to Taeyong. 

"You're gonna owe me," you tell him. 

"Wouldn't have asked if I wasn't expecting to," he handed you the file, "Safe trip, you two," Taeyong smiled.

"We're leaving in fifteen," you told Haechan, "And we're taking my car."

Haechan held up his hands like he wasn't gonna argue with you about that, which was surprising, but you quickly brushed past it and Haechan out of the room.

"Haechan." Taeyong called him before he left, "Please don't kill each other and make it back in one piece."

"No promises," Haechan said before leaving. 

. . .

The first hour was filled with tense silence between the two of you. Every time Haechan tried to start a conversation, you would shut him down, not wanting to hear anything he had to say.

It wasn't until he picked up the file from Taeyong sitting on your dashboard did you finally let him get some words in since he was actually saying something helpful. 

"Says there have been four victims in the last five weeks."

"All the same motive?" 

"Yeah, all four of them were drained of their blood. Completely."

"Vampires?"

"No teeth marks were found. So, it's no looking likely."

"Any connection between the victims?" 

"No, not that I can tell. Aside from living in the same area code, none of these people had anything in common."

"Great, this makes our job much easier. What about a vengeful spirit? Or demon?"

"Could be. But can't say for sure until we get there."

Haechan closed the file and threw it into the backseat.

He sunk into the passenger's seat, about to change the song playing on the radio before you slapped his hand away.

"My car, my music."

Haechan sucked his teeth, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine. I was gonna try to take a nap anyway."

"Whatever gets you to stop talking."

Glaring over at you one last time, Haechan shifts in the passenger's seat, turning his back to you and shutting his eyes.

Hours have passed, and you've been driving on the dark road with no cars ahead or behind you for miles now. The only thing accompanying you in the darkness was the low hum of music coming from the speakers and Haechan's soft snores. 

It didn't even register you had been driving for so long until you started seeing the sun rising from behind the horizon.

Haechan woke up with a stiff neck to find the car at a stop, and you were no longer inside with him. Taking in his surroundings, Haechan realized you had stopped for gas. 

You were so spaced out you almost didn't hear him getting out of the car, the slamming of the door bringing your attention to him. 

You looked over at the Gemini, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn. 

"How much longer do we have to go?" Haechan asks.

"Three more hours."

"Okay, you should let me drive," He tells you. 

"No-"

"You've been driving all night. It won't do any good if you fall asleep at the wheel and kill us before we can even get there."

He's right. It irks you, having to admit he's right.

You took the pump out of the tank once it was filled and closed the hatch.

You held out your keys, Haechan ready to take them, but you retracted your hand before he could. 

"Be gentle with her. This is my baby."

"Baby," he scoffs, "You know I can be gentle when I wanna be," he says, taking your keys and getting into the driver's side.

You were blaming your lack of sleep on the way his words had an effect on you.

You shook the thoughts away and got back into the car, your eyes shutting almost instantly before Haechan could even pull out of the gas station.

. . .

"Oh, you gotta be fucking with me."

Now, this was an upgrade from your usual shitty motels. There was a couch a full bathroom, a minibar, and a queen-sized bed. One queen-sized bed.

And you have no doubt in mind who was probably responsible for this.

"I'm gonna fucking kill Johnny," you mutter.

"Get in line."

You were expecting to have to flip a coin or something.

"You can take the bed. I'll be fine with the couch," Haechan says, settling his things down.

"Suit yourself," you said happily dropping your things and heading towards the bed practically calling your name.

"I'm gonna shower. Then we can head over to the coroner's office?"

"Fine with me. Wake me if I'm not up in an hour." you say resting your head on the pillow.

The bathroom door closed, and you got comfortable on the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable mattress, the bed springs digging into your back, but you've had worse, so you weren't gonna complain. The sound of the water running was the last thing you remember hearing before your eyes fluttered shut, and you drifted off to sleep again. 

. . . 

You walked out of the morgue, thoroughly annoyed. And feeling Haechan's unbothered presence was pissing you off even more. 

Bad enough that Mark thought it would be a funny enough fucking joke to give you fake badges with the same last name, leading the coroner to assume you were married. And instead of correcting her, Haechan thought it would also be funny to play along and act as if you were.

So while you were actually working, examining the bodies, and trying to figure out what was responsible for the deaths of those four people, Haechan was talking up your fake five-year marriage on the spot with the coroner. You know he's good at this part of the job, but there's no reason for him to be this good. 

Haechan loosens his tie walking in tow with you back to your car after you finish your questioning. 

"See, that wasn't so bad," Haechan says, and you roll your eyes at him. "Alright, when are you gonna pop this hate boner you have for me?" he asks. 

You scoff, "Whenever that big ass ego of yours deflates." 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Like you don't fucking know," you mutter. 

"Yeah, I fucking don't. So why don't you stop acting like a pouty little brat and just tell me."

You didn't say anything, and Haechan sighed. 

"I thought you said you weren't mad about that."

"I'm not but that doesn't mean I have to like you after you did it." 

"It was two years ago!" 

"And it was fucked up. But it's funny enough you keep showing up whenever you think I'm in need of saving."

"Need I remind you I am the one who quite literally saved you from being that werewolf's late night snack?"

You grumble at him under your breath, walking away. 

He tries to keep up with your steps, following you to the car.

"Look, I'm sorry," he said, and you finally stopped, "For everything. I didn't mean to shut you out. I was just...scared," he admits 

"Of what? I thought we were both very clear about where we stood."

"And I still cared about you. You know what it's like getting close to something in this line of work," Haechan tells you, "And I wasn't just gonna let you die for the sake of your own ego. You're too good of a hunter for us to lose." 

You didn't even think you still held this much anger towards him until now. You didn't want to anymore, seemingly taking this long to get over it. And it would make this job a lot less painful if you weren't stuck thinking about the past. 

"Don't try to flatter me now, Donghyuck." You say, a phantom smirk playing on your lips. "You're still an annoying, pompous asshole," you say.

Haechan snickers, putting his hands in his pockets and walking up to you. 

"And you're a heartless, whiny little brat," he smirked at your offended expression. He then stepped back and asked, "Wanna grab breakfast?" quickly changing the subject.

"You really wanna eat now?"

"Can't work on an empty stomach," Haechan says, "I'll buy," he offers. 

"Fine. But, after, we're going to the crime scenes." 

"Yes, Mrs," Haechan teases, laughing when you shoot him another death glare. 

. . . 

"You okay?" Haechan asks as he enters the run-down house.

"Yeah," you shake the unsettling feeling and follow in behind him, "We're getting close."

"But we still have time. We just need to find her heart and kill her. Simple."  

Yeah, simple. 

The one thing you hate about witches is how difficult they make it to hunt them. Using glamour spells to appear as whoever they want or hexing five random people as a part of some ritualistic sacrifice trying to raise something much more malicious back from the dead. They're always unpredictable. 

"I'll check upstairs," you tell him. 

Haechan nods, heading towards the living room to check the first floor, "Hey, Haechan."

"Yeah?" he turns around.

"Don't be stupid and get yourself killed," you say.

He nods again with a smirk, "You too." 

Reaching the top of the stairs, you held up your shotgun as you crept down the halls, carefully checking every room you passed. The floorboards croaked under your weight with each step you took. 

It was deathly silent; your ears started to ring. You couldn't even hear Haechan downstairs as you reached the end of the hallway.

You pushed the last door open with the barrel of your gun and started looking around. Different plants and herbs were scattered all over the room, and you made sure to stay a safe distance away, not sure what some of them were.

When you found the room was clear, you lowered your weapon and looked around, finding a book that you could only assume was her grimoire, opened to a page.

Careful flipping through the pages, you find the ritual she was trying to perform, only needing a few more things, including one last victim, before it's complete.

Supplies and ingredients were laid out all over the table, most of the things looking unfamiliar since she was using an older method of magic. 

Among the items, a box unlocked. The box holding the witch's heart.

"Now, who's the heartless one," you mumble.

"That one's still up for debate," the voice sent a chill down your spine.

You turn around, aiming your gun, but it's too late.

In her true form, thin skin stretched across the witch's face, baring rotting teeth. You could barely see anything else as she wore a tattered black cloak, the hood covering most of her face. 

She grabbed the barrel with long bony fingers, making you miss your shot, and shot the wall behind her instead. Before you could reload, she held out her hand, blowing the contents sitting in her palm in your face.

A floral scent invaded your senses, and your nose felt tingly as you inhaled whatever powder she possessed.

You heard the sound of Haechan calling your name, his footsteps rushing to your location as your body hit the floor.

"You both have been very entertaining to watch. You looking at him when he's not paying attention, and him looking at you once you turn away. Ugh! it's just someing about the secret pining that gets me everytime. So beautiful yet…so painful," the witch looks off dramatically into the distance, "But don't worry now, child. I have freed you of your misery." she speaks, smiling widely.

Before Haechan could get a shot, she moved faster than you'd expect, and she's a lot stronger than you's think for a few centuries-old witch. 

"Haechan," you weakly called his name.

He was quickly disarmed and he couldn't seem to be able to move.

"Ah, I get what all the fuss is about. He's even cuter up close. I might save him for myself," the witch wickedly grinned, "You'd make a perfect vessel," she caressed Haechan's face.

Her skeletal fingers wrapped around Haechan's throat, squeezing his airway. 

Using all the strength you could muster, you reached for the box with her heart. She fell to the ground, weakly crawling toward you to try and stop you as the shard of glass in your hand pierced through the rotted tissue. She cursed at you as she wailed out in agony.  

"You'd do it too, for love," was the last thing she said before burning to ashes. 

"Call us even now," you teased Haechan before you toppled in pain.

"You okay?" Haechan rushes to your side.

"No, something's very wrong. It hurts," you whine.

"What? Where?"

"Everywhere. I don't know what the fuck she did to me."

"Okay. We gotta get you outta here," Haechan slung your arm around his neck, helping you to your feet.

You clung onto Haechan, stumbling over your feet, leaving the house with Haechan's arm around you, keeping you upright. 

You squirmed in the passenger's seat, the pain getting even worse.  

"Haechan, I can't. Everthing fucking hurts," you cry. 

Haechan's knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the wheel, applying more pressure to the gas, rushing back to your hotel. 

You felt like you were burning inside out while simultaneously being stabbed. Yet you were thinking about how hot Haechan looked. Maybe the end is near.

Haechan's face was set in a hard line, his jaw clenched as he did about 30 over the speed limit. You found your eyes drifting over to him, distracting yourself for a moment. Haechan's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arms rippling under his skin as he held onto the steering wheel. From the dark brown strands falling over his eyes to the jeans hugging his thighs so deliciously you couldn't resist the urge to press your thighs together. 

Your pain subsided for only a second before you shook those thoughts from your head, and your nerves returned to screaming in agony. 

Haechan could care less about how badly he parked the car before running over to your side and helping you out of the car, rushing you into the hotel. Thankfully it was late, and no one was in the lobby other than the receptionist you slipped past without detection. 

The moment you entered your room, you pushed Haechan away and locked yourself in the bathroom. You were taking a cold shower to bring your temperature back down, but you couldn't shake the thoughts of Haechan out of your mind. How good he smelled, how his body felt against yours with you tucked into his side, the genuine concern he showed for you-

You didn't even realize you had your hand between your thighs until you finally felt relief, stroking your clit. You bit your lip, trying to conceal any moans threatening to spill out of your lips. You desperately rubbed your clit, feeling the strongest need for release right now. 

Your eyes were closed, and all you envisioned behind closed eyelids were Haechan. His face, his voice—everything was overwhelming.

You were already so close to cumming, as you thought of Haechan's fingers instead of your own. 

You scraped your nails down the tiled walls, that knot inside you so close to breaking. Until you heard a knock on the door. 

"You okay in there?" Haechan asks from the other side. 

You snap out of it, opening your eyes as guilt and pain washed over you.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah. I'll be out in a second," you yelled to him.

The shower only helped temporarily. You were lying on the bed, half-naked, a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body.  

You tried to wait for Haechan to come back after getting off the phone and hopefully with a solution to this. You were exhausted but still in too much pain to even try sleeping.

Your body jolted, alert once again, hearing the door slamming. 

"Haechan?" 

He didn't hear you calling his name as he flipped through the pages of the witch's grimoire you snagged from the house before leaving. Once Haechan stopped turning through the book, his eyes bounced around the page, reading whatever was written.

"Haechan?" you call him again. 

He tore his eyes away from the page and met your gaze. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

For once, it seemed Haechan was at a loss for words. And his silence was beginning to scare you.

"Haechan, please just tell me," you pleaded.

He sighs, "If it's what Jaemin think's it is, it was phoenix's blossom she hit you with. It's pretty high grade and usually associated with spells of desire." 

You thought this information would've clarified at least a few things, but you were more confused, leaving you with even more questions than answers. 

"Okay, then why the hell does it feel like I'm dying?" 

"The neglect of the heart's desires will ignite the eternal fires from within. Scorching the soul along with it," he read from the pages. 

Fuck me. 

You manage to roll out of bed and over to the minibar, pouring yourself a shot of whiskey.

If you're going to die before you're 30, you're going to at least have one last drink if it really is the end. 

It was like you could feel Haechan's eyes on you as you poured another drink, the alcohol not being enough to eliminate your pain but numb it enough that it became bearable for you. 

You didn't even notice Haechan had moved until he was standing next to you, pouring himself a drink.

He didn't say anything, just sipping on the amber liquid, carefully watching you. He looked at you blankly, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You were only starting to focus on how much prettier he looks up close. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask him, annoyed with the wordless staring. 

"What are you thinking?"

You scoff before downing the rest of your drink without as much as a wince, "What am I thinking? How pissed I am some old hag got the jump on me like this. How I'm gonna haunt Taeyong's ass from beyond the grave. How I'm never getting those twenty bucks Chenle still owes me." you half-joked. 

The feeling of Haechan's fingers reaching out for your hand made you finally meet his eyes. 

You sighed, "How angry it makes me to look at your face sometimes. How bad I wish things didn't get so fucked up because you were still my friend," you didn't notice he was slowly pulling you closer, "And how badly I miss the way you used to touch me." 

He cupped your face, staring into your eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Why should I?"

"Cause I'm tired of looking at your stupid face," you didn't try too hard to push him away. 

Your skin burns under his touch when Haechan grabs your waist, "Ah. Was this the same stupid face you were thinking about when you were trying to get off in the shower?" 

Haechan teased you when embarrassment took over your face.

"You think I don't remember what you sound like even when you so desperately try to keep quiet."

Haechan cups your jaw, bringing your face closer.

"You don't think I miss the pretty noises you'd make for me." 

You could feel the flood of arousal throughout your body, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

Haechan's eyes are dark, and when you bring your hand to his cheek, you feel how warm his skin is compared to yours. 

"Haechan, you're-"

"I know," was all Haechan said. 

The residue of the phoenix's blossom on his clothes was evidence enough. 

"This shit feels like poison coursing through my veins. And it is unbearably fucking hot in here. But I can't seem to pull myself away for you," Haechan pulled you flush against him.

"I wanna hear you say it," you stop him with your finger on his lips. 

"I want you so bad, it's killing me," he said light-heartedly.

With that, your lips were on his. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, weaving your fingers in his hair. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed your body into the bar behind you. 

You swipe your tongue along the seam of his lips, tangling with his before fighting for dominance. Haechan's hands were all over your body. He cupped your breasts over your bra, softly rubbing your sensitive nipples through the material, making you moan against his lips. You push the both of you away from the bar, Haechan blindly leading you to the bed. 

His legs hit the bed, and you push him down onto the springy mattress, climbing on top of him. Haechan's hands guided your hips, grinding into his cock, your shorts, and his jeans being the only thing between you. His hands kneaded your ass firmly as you dragged your hips against his. 

"Hyuck," you breathe his name. Haechan groans, even more blood rushing to his dick from the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue. 

You started pulling on Haechan's shirt until you got it over his head and off his body, now lying on the floor. You trail your lips down his jaw, nipping his skin between his teeth, leaving openmouthed kisses on the side of his neck. Haechan slid his hand over the curve of your ass, sliding up your back, reaching for the clasp on your bra. He couldn't keep his hands off you. Haechan flipped you onto your back before he slipped one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking the perky bud with the tip of his tongue. You arch into Haechan's touch, his saliva covering your areola as he gives the same attention to the opposite one.

Haechan starts kissing down your body. He sinks his teeth into your skin, taking in how responsive you are to him. 

Placing one last kiss on your hip, Haechan hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tearing them down your legs along with your soaked panties. 

Haechan's intense gaze made you want to close your legs out of embarrassment, but he didn't allow them, keeping them apart with his hands. He runs a finger through your folds, coating his fingers in your slick.

Your hips instantly lift against his hand, and he takes amusement in the way you pouted when he drew his hand away.

"Fuck you," you whine.

"We're getting there, baby. Patience." Haechan doesn't hesitate to bring his fingers to his lips, licking your essence off his hand. 

He hums, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. You could've sworn you watched his eyes grow darker; you could barely tell they were brown anymore. 

"Taste as good as I remember, angel," Haechan licks his lips. 

Bringing his hand back between your thighs, Haechan sinks two fingers into your cunt, easily breaching your walls from how wet you are. Moans bubbled up in your throat, the feeling of his fingers curling against your gummy walls eliminating the excruciating pain you were in.

You grab onto his wrist, rolling your hips into his hand.

"Haechan..please fuck me." 

A sound resembling a growl rumbled in his chest, hearing you beg for him. 

You pathetically whined when Haechan left you empty and untouched as he started to take off the last thing he was wearing. Kicking his jeans off, letting his boxers be the last to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, Haechan strokes his cock in his hand. Your mouth waters as you press your thighs together at the sight of him. 

"You know it's been a minute, baby, and I haven't properly prepped you. Think you can take it?" he teases. 

You wrap your hand around his length, squeezing your fist around him, making him curse lowly.

"Can you?" you raise an eyebrow.

Haechan pushes you back onto your back, giving you no warning before slamming into you. 

"Oh, my fucking god, Hyuck!" you cried, your nails painfully digging into his shoulders.

"You're so wet—shit. Pussy feels so fucking good." Haechan groaned, thrusting into you.

You roughly grabbed his hair, smashing your lips into his, and Haechan's pace started to pick up. He dropped his head to watch his cock slip into your heat easily, every time he eased out of you just to fill you up to the hilt again.

Haechan sat back on his haunches, still fucking into your messy pussy. Haechan was in awe of the sight beneath him. The way you tried to move your hips to match his movements but had a hard time keeping up because of the pleasure fogging up your mind.

With his hands still on your waist, Haechan pulled you up to sit in his lap, sinking down even further on his cock.

You threw your head back, moaning shamelessly. You held onto him, gyrating your hips against his. Haechan grabbed your ass, lifting you up before letting you sink back down, the tip of his cock brushing your sweet spot.

"You're so hot," Haechan's eyes were glossed over as he looked at you. Your walls clenched around him tightly, humming in agreement as you studied his face.

You gripped his chin between your fingers, squishing his cheeks together before you planted a kiss on his lips.

"I want—I need more. Please, Haechan," you pant against his lips. 

The corners of his lips curled up mischievously. Haechan pushed you back onto the bed, leaving you empty. He then manhandled you onto your hands and knees. You kept your hips raised in the air as he easily slipped back in, bottoming out. You moaned into the sheets, gripping them, feeling Haechan's cock stretch you in the most delicious ways.  

"Fuck, angel," he rasped.

Haechan's fingers gripped your body, bruisingly tight as you matched his rhythm and moved your hips, your skin meeting in sharp slaps each time. Haechan grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks and watching your sopping pussy swallow his cock. You could feel the slick dripping down your thighs, probably making a mess on Haechan as well. 

"You feel so fucking good, Hyuck," your words were muffled by bedding beneath you.

"Poor baby. So desperate to cum," he started stroking your clit, making you squirm. "Good thing you have me to help make you feel better," he pressed a kiss below your jaw.

"Unfortunately, you're the only thing that can," you tease.

Haechan scoffs as if he took real offense to those words. But oh, was it the best decision you've made all night.

He forced your head back into the pillows, deepening your back's arch and fucking you relentlessly.

"Yes, yes, yes. P-Please—Haechan!"

"You feel that? How good I'm making you feel. Have I already fucked you dumb, sweetheart?" he said in a condescending tone, "What was it you said before?" he asked. Haechan knew you didn't have half a mind to think about anything from even two seconds ago, too consumed in the euphoric feeling of him blowing your back out.

"Hyuck..." was all you could say, and he proudly smiled.

"That's right, baby. Say my name. Remind yourself who's fucking you this good."

"Please, Hyuck. I'm gonna cum."

"Me too, angel." He snaked his hand down between your legs, rubbing your puffy clit. 

You cried into the sheets. The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis mixed with your muffled whines and Haechan's breathy moans. 

"Let me feel that pretty pussy cum around me," he said in your ear. 

Your pussy had a vice grip on his cock, nearing the edge. Your walls pulsed around his length, your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

"Haechan, Haechan, Haechan," you chanted his name, riding out the wave of euphoria. 

If it wasn't for Haechan still holding your hips up, your body would have collapsed to the bed. He kept pounding into your heat, your pussy enveloping his cock as he fucked his cum into you. 

You whined, feeling overstimulation begin to overtake you, but Haechan continued to lazily thrust into you. His cum started to leak out of you, dripping down his length and your thighs. 

Haechan's cock finally went soft, leaving you empty, the sticky white substance now coating your folds and inner thighs. 

Haechan rolled you over onto your back, looking into your glassy eyes. The tension filling the room was only accompanied by your heavy breathing.

You brushed his hair out of his eyes before slapping him across the face. Haechan cursed and rubbed his stinging cheek.

"Sorry," you apologized, "Had to make sure."

"Well?"

"Spell's broken," you tell him, sitting up.

"How do you know?"

"Cause I can go back to feeling like I hate you without being in pain again."

Haechan laughs, "You still hate me?" 

"Maybe just a little less," you smile before you kiss him. Haechan wasn't expecting it, but he kissed you back immediately.

"Thank you."

"Are you sure I'm not already dead and in heaven?" 

You laughed, "I'm pretty sure."

. . .

"You sure you're okay?" Jaemin asks over the phone. 

"Yeah."

"And Haechan?" 

You heard Haechan singing in the shower and bit back a smile.  

"He's fine too," you say. "You think the witch knew what she was doing?"

"Of course, she did. She could probably sense the sexual tension between you two the moment you were in town."

"What are you saying? That that was her own twisted way of playing matchmaker?"

"She's a pretty powerful love witch, that's pretty much her specialty."

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you guys sent us here on purpose."

"We did. Just so you guys reconcile whatever was going on between you. But none of us thought this would've happened. You two could've died."

"But we didn't."

"Yeah, you didn't. What're you gonna do about that now anyway?"

"That is something we can figure out on the drive back." 

a/n: now i’m ngl i may have self inserted a little too hard with this one except we actually have a happier ending 🙂

[luna-the-moth]

Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving S/O (SFW)

I accidentally deleted the ask, but here’s what was requested: @hey-its-spades : Hello! For Levi, Lucifer, and Satan if you dont mind uwu . Mc has a knack for plants and has taken it upon themselves to put plants everywhere. ( hanging from ceilings,crawling ivy on outside walls,in the kitchen, library, even luci's study.) All the rooms look a liytle greener and None of them say anything but the student body is saying that it makes the old place look alive and home-y. It makes mc really happy.       

Oh I adore this ask! SFW, with a GN! reader. I’m assuming by student body you mean the HoL residents? Since almost nobody outside the household residents visit there. I got really carried away with Levi and the Lucifer angst as well-

My vampire poll for the OM characters

My ask box is open, but please read my rules and guidelines before requesting! Please send them in my ask box, as I can keep track of requests better.  Reblogs, likes, and comments are greatly appreciated!

Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving Reader (SFW)

Prologue/basics for all of them:

Ever since you came to the HoL, you decided that it was too....lifeless.

Sure, there were bright candles lighting the halls, but the house was devoid of any life, besides the brothers and Henry.

So you took it upon yourself to decorate, of course!

While many human world plants didn’t fare well in the Devildom due to the poor soil quality, Lord Diavolo had agreed to bring you enchanted soil, guaranteed to grow any plant.

Regardless of temperature or sunlight needs, whatever plant grew in that soil would flourish to its upmost potential.

Asmo had a great deal of amusement with you decorating, advising you on what colors would fit specific areas of the household, and what species of flowers would bring beautiful symbolism as well.

In the house’s entryway, you left a pair of Strelitzia nicolai (giant bird of paradise) plants, as they added a subtle flair.

With long, stemmed leaves, it contributed a touch of elegance and flair.

On the a few windowsills, you had placed Begonia rex-coltorum (Rex begonias), their dark, vivid, colors standing out.

You had planted crawling ivy on the outside walls, making the house seem more inviting.

Lucifer:

Lucifer hadn’t minded your redecoration, as it had matched well with the house’s aesthetic, adding to the beauty.

In fact, he had quite enjoyed seeing you pore over catalogues and books, deciding which one would fit the space best.

Over the next few weeks, he watched as the House of Lamentation became brighter, more colorful.

It was a nice change, he thought.

However, he was surprised when he had woken up in his study, rose bushes in the corners of his study.

Deep, red roses greeted him as he surveyed his study with a pleased smile.

It was no secret Lucifer adored roses, and he was appalled when he had first arrived in the Devildom, as the soil quality was so poor, it could hardly grow anything.

Which meant he couldn’t grow roses, one of his favorite flowers.

The fact that you had thought about him, and wanted to gift him such a beautiful display, greatly moved the stoic demon.

Making his way to one of the bushes, he took off his gloves and knelt down on one knee.

The soft, sweet fragrance immersed his senses, filling him with memories of laughter, smiles, serenity, and Lilith.

Roses were her favorite flower.

As the memories flooded his mind, Lucifer suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of longing, and his vision became blurred.

He remembered the way Lilith used to brighten up when helping him with his garden, an eager grin ever-present on her face.

The way she would make him a colorful bouquet of roses whenever Michael had given him more stressful tasks than usual.

He quickly wiped a stray tear that had fallen from one of his eyes, and calmed himself.

Taking one of the velvety flowers in his hand, Lucifer gently brought his lips to the flower head, leaving a soft kiss, almost as if it was Lilith’s forehead.

The next time you went over to his study for some tea, he brought you into his arms, bringing you close to him.

Kissing your cheek, he lets a small smile break through his usually-serious facade.

“Thank you for the roses, my love. They compliment my study’s aesthetic nicely.”

Placing a small kiss on your neck, he smirked.

“Perhaps I can thank you with a date tonight?”

Leviathan:

Levi actively enjoyed watching you redecorate the HoL.

It was like one of his favorite games, The Grims! (Yes that was a terrible pun for The Sims.)

He had listened with interest as you went off on the best plants that would fit his aesthetic, and would match well with water.

What caught his attention, was when you brought up the topic of bio luminescent plants.

Of course, they weren’t naturally grown in the human world, but scientists had recently found a way to genetically modify tobacco plants.

In doing so, they had spliced the genes with four fungus genes related to bio luminescence, then carefully cultivated them.

From a seedling to maturity, the plants presented a small glow, visible to the naked eye.

The gene modification had no harmful effects on the plants, and the only difference between the lab-modified plants and wild plants, were height.

The entire time you had explained the plant’s origins passionately, Levi sat in awe, watching as you had gestured your hands in an excited fashion.

So this is what you meant when you had said you enjoyed him being so passionate about an anime or game.

At first, Levi had thought you were merely exaggerating to cheer him up, but as he looks at you now, eyes shining with delight, he understood.

You decided that since you were decorating the HoL, you would decorate Levi’s room as well.

You didn’t have access to the bio-luminescent plants, but you decorated his rooms to the nines nonetheless.

So, you had pooled together your money and resources, to create a mini lily pond for him!

You had miraculously gotten him out of the house, for a cosplay con, in which you had ‘accidentally’ forgotten to buy yourself a ticket.

Which we all know is a lie, you had just not bought one for yourself in order to stay at home, assembling the pond with Solomon’s help.

It was small, enough to fit around 6-7 lily pads/lotuses.

You had carefully grown the lily pads in your room, watching as they eventually bloomed into light, almost ethereal flowers.

By the time Levi came home, you had just finished cleaning up, getting the mud washed from your hands and arms.

Upon seeing the lily pond, Levi’s eyes were wide with amazement and shock.

You created and did this, for him?

Absolutely sets down his handfuls of merch, (gently, mind you) and silently steps over to you.

He does his best to hug you like in anime, wanting you to know how much he appreciates this.

Yes, it may be awkward, but it warms your heart knowing that he stepped out of his comfort zone, just to thank you.

He’s too embarrassed to say it while looking at you, but you can hear his voice as he rests his head against yours.

As he pulls away, a blush is evident on his face, his head turned to the side as he awkwardly places his hand against the back of his neck.

“T-thank you, Y/n. It’s a b-beautiful lily pond.”

Satan:

He fully supported your botanical excursion

After all, he’s always had an affinity for plants.

Whether it be for potions, poisons, or mere decor, Satan had a green thumb, through and through.

If his room weren’t full of books, scriptures, and all sorts of literature, he’d fill it with various plants.

So when you had announced that you were going to re-decorate the HoL with various flora, he was buzzing with excitement.

He gathered every human botanical book he knew of, and started leaving them for you on your desk.

Within a week, you had stacks upon stacks of books, knowledge ready at your disposal.

And so you began to research.

Satan was considerate to leave footnotes in a few of them, like what type would pair well with what color schemes, etc.

You smiled while reading through them, seeing Satan’s elegant handwritten flow across the pages.

Within a few weeks, you had skimmed through the books, thoroughly reading a handful of them.

After ordering the plants you wanted on Azukon, (courtesy of Lord Diavolo’s credit card-) you were eagerly anticipating their arrival.

Especially because a few ‘special items’ were in the package.

After all, you wanted to thank Satan properly for his help.

When the various flora arrived, you had carefully cultivated each of them, encouraging their growth.

Satan had assisted you, monitoring their progress, and making sure none of his brothers ruined them.

The following weekend, Satan had a student council meeting planned, as did the rest of the brothers.

Which left you with the perfect opportunity to set up Satan’s gifts.

In his room, you had placed Senecio rowleyanus (string of pearls) plants, their bright green globes spilling over the bookshelves.

Along with that, were lavender candles, with dried lavender crushed inside.

After all, Satan had always (usually) been the most level-headed out of his brothers, despite his title.

He’s much more than the avatar of wrath, and has gone through painstaking time and trials to overcome that.

That’s why you had picked lavender, which without a doubt, would be noticed by Satan.

When he had come back from the meeting, he was already in a pissy mood, as things didn’t go as planned, ending in an argument between the brothers.

However, when he stepped into his room, seeing lavender candles lit, and garlands of plants over the bookshelves, he immediately broke out in a smile.

A real, genuine smile.

Seeing you sitting on his bed, lavender candles lit, plant garlands stringing down from the bookshelves, it was almost like one of the romance novels he had read...

Quickly, he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you until you were laughing for him to stop.

Finally setting you down to gently kabeddon you, he playfully kisses the corner of your lips.

“Thank you my love, these are absolutely beautiful. I shall preserve these for all eternity.”

[brownandblackpearls]

🦇𝒯he  𝒱isitor (Alucard Tepes x BlackReader)

 PART 1 SUMMARY:

While trying to escape the clutches of criminals and cutthroats, you stumble across a castle beyond imagination. The corpses staked at the front aren’t enough to keep you out. But after entering, you begin to wonder what you got yourself into, and what the castle is hiding within its walls...

─── Alucard x black female reader

─── imagery + fiction

─── explicit smut

─── TW// slight gore, general mentions of rapists// Fantasy, vampires, hurt/comfort, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, magic user, cute bats, gardening, cooking, cottagecore MC, castlecore Alucard.

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You fight through the underbrush of the woods, hurrying as quickly as your feet will allow.

They’re on your trail.

You’ve been evading these criminals from the last town you’d passed through, but they just keep stalking after you. They’d been all too eager to see a lone, beautiful woman traveling with no companions, no guides, and no guardians. 

They had tried and failed to corner you alone several times in the town and on the roads, but you haven’t made it this far on your own without some learned skills. A finger-bolt of lightning at one’s eye, a fire-heated palm tight on another’s wrist, swings of sharp dagger at all of their torsos, their throats. 

Anything and everything to escape. It’s not your first sticky situation, and it probably won’t be your last.

You know how to be quiet. How to hide. And when it comes down to it, you know how to swindle and how to fight, if need be. You try not to resort to that, not out of compassion or concern for the heathens that try to best you...no. You just know that you’re not as skilled as some of the rigorously trained ex-militia and rogue bandits that prey on loners in towns and off the roads.

You don’t know exactly what they want. A woman to toss around between themselves and torture before they descend on you like wolves? A new girl to sell on the black market? A pretty decoy to get carts and wagons to stop on the roads, allowing them to abush, raid, rape and kill as they please?

Whatever it is that they want, you’re not giving it to them.

‘They’ll have to catch me, first.’

You duck and dodge branches, bobbing and weaving through the trees before the forest finally begins to clear. You keep your hand on your dagger’s hilt, just in case.

Who knows what hides in the woods?

Finally, you come to a clearing run through by a small creek. The dense woods have seemed to disperse here, and now all that you can spy are peaceful glens and swaying flowers. Deer jump away through the grass, hares run into their holes, and fish shine from the stream. 

It feels…safe.

But you’re not one to be foolish, and so you continue on. Hoisting your basket closer, you can’t help but spy a garden as you pass through the glen.

Fat tomatoes hang on vine, bright orange carrot tops sprout from the soil, green onions, zucchini, berries and fruits….

…Someone has made a garden here. Hopefully if they’re the gardening sort, then they’re the safe sort. You quickly fill your basket with a few items, tuck some coins hidden near the stalks in apology for your ransacking, and carry on.

Finally, the glen ends, the forest stops entirely, and you stumble upon something entirely unexpected.

'A castle...? Out here in the middle of nowhere...?’

A grand, gothic castle of castles, spirals up towards the clouds in the sky. You gaze up at it in awe, sure that there is nothing else in the world quite so large or so spectacular. You’re certain that had the woods not been so oppressive and thick on the way in here, so wide and strenuous, that you would’ve spotted the castle for what it was miles and miles and miles ago.

You whistle low, impressed as you step forward. You take only a few steps before you stop.

A ripple in the wind draws your eye.

Two barely clothed bodies impaled on stakes tower before you, death etched onto their faces. The spikes go through them, hidden by the soiled shifts they wear and rising high up and out through their mouths. It is a grisly sight indeed.  Unfortunately, you’re no stranger to ‘grisly’ in these lands.

You move slower, more carefully than before.

Assessing the bodies, the blood is long dried on the stakes and the petrified flesh. Most of the meat is gone, pecked away by crows most likely, and the flesh that remains is hard and dried out. 

You have dealt with your fair share of monsters, but you’re not too sure you want to risk running into the one who did this. It was done with malice, strength, and a raw fury. A nonchalance for human life, it seems. Much like the same nonchalance shared by the evil men you run from.

You hear faint voices call from the trees. 

They’ve tracked you. And they’re coming closer.

“We can’t come here. It’s cursed ground. Don’t you know who this castle used to belong to?”

“Yeah, and they’re dead. No one’s seen em’ for ages. But I see little footsteps. Have a feeling the lass went this way.”

You freeze, glancing between the bodies, the huge castle door before you, and the mouth of the forest.

It’s the castle and its possible hidden horrors, or the men on your trail.

“Skin like ebony, that one. Pretty mouth, doe eyes. She’d sell for a pretty penny.. We wouldn’t have to raid for months.”

“…Or we could keep her to warm the cold nights.”

Your mind races, trying to choose. 

You could fight the men, still. But there are many of them, and just one of you. Your magic is somewhat abysmal without knowledge to guide you, and your dagger won’t measure up to prove the little sword skills you do possess. Your words will probably not get you out of this one, either. Not this time.

“I’d rather make her scream.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you Macon? But you did that to the last one, and now we’re out here hunting a new lass instead of enjoying the old one.”

‘That’s it,’ you decide.

The castle it is.

You sprint away from the woods as fast as your billowing cloak and dress will allow, ignoring the foul smell of decay and passing between the bodies. You feel as though you’ve irrevocably crossed a line that shouldn’t be crossed, a decision made that can’t be taken back.

You will live with it, you decide. Better that, than capture.

Racing to the front of the grand doors, larger than the largest buildings you’ve witnessed in life before this day, you bang raptly against the wood and stone.

For a moment, nothing happens and you feel as though you will be caught right at the footsteps of this castle.

Then, you hear a doldrum, a creak and whirring of machinery and mass movement. The door shifts open just slight enough for you to slide through, making a gigantic noise in it’s wake. 

Quick as wind, you push through and fall to the floor, turning to see the grand door begin to shut closed behind you. 

The men stand before the staked bodies, unwilling to pass them and watching you as the doors close you out of their sight.

“You’d be better off with us murderers and thieves, woman!” One shouts futilely. “For even our hearts aren’t as black as the monster’s in those walls!” 

The door shuts him and the rest out. You harrumph and stand, wiping the dust off your dress and looking away.

Fuck him. And fuck his threats, and fuck his horrible little friends. Any black-hearted beasts you come across, you could handle well enough.

At least…that’s what you tell yourself to keep a brave face. Better that than nothing.

You look around.

The inside of the castle is larger than life, grand, and dark. Everything is clean and without dust as you would’ve expected from such a structure…an army couldn’t keep this clean…yet it feels unlived in.

For a moment, there is nothing but heavy, oppressive silence. You listen for a breath, a sound, but can hear nothing outside of your own increasing heartbeat.

You turn, looking to the top of the staircase.

Your eyes tell you there is nothing there, but your instincts tell you something else.

Suddenly, the lights of a thousand candles sweep on throughout the grand hall, illuminating a massive stone staircase and a figure standing at the top of it. You have very good sight, but the room is so large that you can barely make out the figure, even with the candlelight.

Nothing is said, the figure is motionless, and you begin to tremble. This must be the one who lives in this place…not an intruder or a vagrant. You don’t know how you know, but the figure is too large, too looming, and too confident even in its vagueness of detail for you to assume it to be anything other than the owner. 

The one who likely staked those unfortunate souls outside the walls.

You feel as if the mysterious figure is waiting for something, and you don’t know what to say. But something must be said.

Your voice is as steady as your fear will allow.

“My name is ———. I come from afar. I am…I am seeking refuge…if you will have me.”

“Refuge from the men outside.” 

The voice carries through the empty hall, lilting, low, and deadly. You hear hints of refinement in the speech but they are not enough to hide the white hot lethalness you sense underneath. A rage that you cannot even begin to place or name.

“Y-yes,” you stumble embarrassingly, affected, “from the men outside. They followed me here. I have nowhere to go.”

“And so you feel entitled to my protection.”

“No!’ You exclaim, shaking your head. You stopped expecting assistance from people long ago. The life of a lonely wanderer is just that...lonely. “I inconvenience you, and for that I apologize sincerely. Just…just refuge. I can be on my way after they depart.”

“To where...?” The disembodied voice says as calm as a pond at night, yet you feel the ripples that lie beneath.

“Nowhere,” you breathe.

“…And you come from?” The figure disappears like a mist, yet the voice remains.

“I…nowhere,” you gasp honestly, truly afraid now.

“Lies.” The voice spits viciously, sounding closer then far away, as if it’s bouncing around the space of the great hall.

“It’s t-true!” You insist, your trembling hands reeling in towards your chest in a futile attempt of protection from the unseen danger. “I hail from nowhere! I belong to nowhere! I have little. Just refuge, sir. A night, even!”

“I could grant you refuge,” the voice assumes, “or I could send you back out to those men and be bothered with none of you.”

“You wouldn’t,” you breathe, daring a chance to hope.

The voice chuckles humorlessly, dry as dead leaves.

“Perhaps,” it toys. “But I also wouldn’t allow a mysterious woman of mysterious origins to stay in my castle, learn of my ways, only to run back to the outside world and send a horde of farmhands sprinting over to slay me. Wouldn’t be the first time. No, I think I’ll keep you instead. Are you willing to make that bargain with the Devil?”

You pause, your mind blank. You search for an answer to reason with this...this...your thoughts race.

“Look, I know I’ve come into your abode unannounced and rather…rather rudely, making demands, but I must implore you—“

“—Answer me!” the voice barks, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

'That’s it.’

“You’re a prick, you know that?!” You blurt.

“…” You can hear the confusion in the empty air. “…Pardon?”

You push on, figuring that if you’re going to be staked by the unseen castle-owner or given up to the men outside, or toyed with any longer by any of this nonsense, that you may as well speak your mind one last time.

“You know good and goddamn well that I am not running into a fantastical, creepy castle of myth decorated by corpses on the front porch for the fun of it! As if I care or even believe some farmhands could handle much less defeat you when you can clearly impale full grown adults and work such a place as this—!”

“...”

“—And how dare you tease a woman scared out of her wits, can you even pretend to try to put yourself in my place?! Do you know how long I’ve been running from those idiots? If I had your strength I’d’ve staked them myself and added them to your lovely, little welcome collection as a visiting gift, because believe me, I’m sick of running from morons and monsters! I’m not above spilling blood! But as I said before, I possess little, and come from nothing, and journey towards nothing. From that, you can figure I can’t do much in terms of protecting myself besides running into large, spooky places and begging their arrogant owners for some rest—”

“.....”

“—So, I’d very much appreciate if you stopped toying with me and make your decision on whether you’re going to kill me, kick me out, or keep me, because I’m tired of trying to figure this all out by myself and I’m tired of the anticipation. So what’ll it be Mr. I-Like-to-Leave-Corpses-Outside-My-Castle-and-Harrass-Visitors?”

You huff after your rant, waiting.

The voice is silent for a long, long moment, before an accusing tone reverbs back to you.

“You’re the one who barged in—“

“—You’re the one who opened the door!” You return, throwing your hands out in frustration.

“I didn’t, the castle did.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then. I suppose I ought to thank the ‘castle’ and head back out to let those hoodlums try their worst. So long, strange sir! It was interesting, arguing with you.”

You turn on your heel, over this entire day, and knock at the door raptly. You tap your foot as you wait on the castle, arms crossed and dagger in your hand to strike the nearest hoodlum that likely awaited outside. What a day, you couldn’t believe this shit.

The machinery whirs once more and the door barely opens before a large, leather gloved hand reaches past your head and slams the towering door back, closing it shut. The strength the act takes is incomprehensible, you think. 

Inhuman, you realize.

The hairs at the back of your neck raise long after the presence behind you appears. You feel no breath on your neck, yet you know someone stands behind you. You can’t look away from the large, gloved hand on the door. You’re afraid to see exactly who stands behind you.

A man...? Or something else entirely….?

You try to speak but gasp instead, short and shocked.

Silence reigns before you get a hold of yourself and choke something out.

“Y-y-you’ve made your decision then…I presume...?” You stammer into a squeaking volume, your anger long gone and replaced by fear once again.

“Don’t make me regret it…” The voice sneers, close enough for the breath of it to shift your hair and the baritone to reverb over your skin. A chill runs up your back and you can do little to hide it. You feel as though the figure behind you is impossibly tall, imperceptibly assessing, and spying every single thing you do. 

You feel the presence lean in over your shoulder, a mouth right next to your ear.

“…or you will regret it, visitor. That, I can promise.”

You gulp loudly, nodding your assent without turning around. You feel frozen to the spot. The hand withdraws and your shoulders unclench only a fraction. You feel as if a predator had been standing behind you, and has decided not to destroy you...for the moment.

You wonder if you are right, and why your cheeks suddenly feel so hot when your heart is beating so fast in terror...?

“I’m going to clean the trash off of my porch,” the voice states eerily. “Don’t touch anything until I return.”

As quick as a blink, the presence disappears entirely. 

You finally turn around, alone and confused.

There is nothing but the large castle hall, looking back at you.

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[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Ok, thank you very much

Can I request like a headcanon or oneshot whatever you choose, of isaac sucking blood of his s/o or mc

It’s fine if you don’t want to answer this ask

Hoooooookay! You guys really want this huh. Alright. I don't really write nsfw, because in my opinion...I suck at it, but this will have some. However it is mostly fluff maybe a little angsty bc I just love drama and putting characters in horrible situations. I have a problem. Anywho! I hope you enjoy!

⚠️Warnings⚠️: slight nsfw, vampire bite, mention on blood

Note: If you are not comfortable with the topic, please do not interact, I will put the the story under the cut, please take the warning seriously

Only you

~Isaac x reader (Oneshot)

Dating the famous Isaac Newton was not always easy. He was always hogging the books. And of coarse, being the good and understanding girlfriend that I am, I didn't bug him about it and just accepted it. But I'm not going to lie. Sometime it drove me crazy; and this night was not different.

Dating the famous Isaac Newton was not always easy. He was always hogging the books. And of coarse, being the good and understanding girlfriend that I am, I didn't bug him about it and just accepted it. But I'm not going to lie. Sometime it drove me crazy; and this night was not different.

You crept into the library late at night. You walked around the first big bookcase and headed for the window in the far left of the library. Your lovers favorite spot. And as you suspected, he had his telescope propped on the floor and he was looking through it. He hadn't noticed you yet, so you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in the crook of his neck. " You've been sitting here all day." you said softly. He just grunted and continued his work. "You're avoiding me." your voice carried a hint of betrayal. But yet again all you got from him was a grunt.

Y/n's PoV~ What do I have to do to get a reaction out of him. I love him, but this is starting to get very annoying. Why does he have to avoid me like this. All kinds of thoughts swirled in my head. But none of them where more painful, then the thought of not being good enough for him. Did he lode interest in me? Is this just him telling me he doesn't want me? I shooed the dark thoughts away and took another loo at my dear Isaac. The longer I stared the more apparent his stiff position became. I actually did not notice it at first, but he was sitting bolt upright, clutching his pencil so hard I thought it would break. Then an idea popped into my head. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly tracing my fingers over his chest. He stiffened up a little more and dropped the pen. I was content that I finally got some sort of reaction from him, until I heard a low growl escape his throat. The next moment I was pushed up against the book self. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Isaac looked down on you, and you couldn't help but squirm. His eyes where dark, pupils blown wide and was staring at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. You like pray. Cornered, trapped, but there was also something exciting about it. Isaac dipped his head and licked a long streak along your shoulder and up your neck. You bit your lip stifling a moan, but it wasn't too successful. It only seemed to annoy the hungry vampire. Isaac grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. " I'm really sorry about this, Y/n." he rasped, before he sunk his fangs into the side of your neck. The pain was quickly replaced with pleasure. Isaac let go of your hands and you grasped at his back. You moaned his name one more time as you felt your knees give out. Then suddenly, everything turned black.

You woke up in your bed with a very guilty-looking Isaac next to you. He was holding your hand gently, but was looking at the wall. You gently squeezed his hand and he looked at you. Just as you where about to say something, he cut you off. " Look Y/n, I'm very sorry about hat happened. I-I didn't mean it, I swear it's just you are so tempting. I wasn't trying to avoid you, I was just trying to control myself, but the troth is that nothing cuts it anymore. Only you can help quench my thirst, as bad as that sounds, and I know it does, but hear me out..." You smiled softly at your lovers frantic apology. You spoke his name and he immediately looked at you. You could see that the great scientist was panicking. " It's quite alright. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm not mad. But "quench my thirst" does sound cringy" He looked at you, utterly confused. "It sound what?" "Oh sorry, it's a 21st century thing" "Of coarse it is" ~End Thanks so much for reading! I'm very, very sorry btw. To me it sounds so bad, but I hope you enjoyed it. And if you didn't well I shall apologize again. But anyways, I wish you a wonderful day or night, wherever you are and take care!

~Lia

[catharsistine]

To Write A Good Villain

TW: loss of control, hallucinogenics, dr*gs, sc*rs, venom, bl*od, death, defeat, s*x, god, volcanoes, pr*dtors, m*rder, j*alousy, smoking, ab*se, cheating, sl*very, oppression, servitude, vampires, destruction.

Technically, I'm here on Tumblr as a writer. So. It's time I contributed my itty bitty bit.

Many things make a good story. Some claim it is world-building, some think it the cast of protagonists, some the vivid descriptions. All of those elements, however, will seem lacklustre, if your story does not have a good villain. What use is an MC with glorious superpowers or magic, if there is nothing to oppose them? Can there be any victory without a great evil?

In real life? Perhaps. In any fictional world? No. The readers tune in for awesome conflict, so we writers must provide, and enjoy ourselves while doing so.

So what does make a great villain?

Before we explore that, let us review the types of villains. Most important to remember is that a villain need not be human. In literature, there can be many types of discord:

- Person Vs Self: Often used as a compelling subplot, this kind of conflict is valid when a person needs to do something that is opposed to their inner self, something they find morally, emotionally or intellectually repulsive. Eg; A scholar forced to indulge in activities that are unscientific, like smoking when they know it is bad for their health. A pacifist who is forced into a war situation and must commit murder to save their own or their family's lives. A person seeking enlightenment struggles with jealousy when their guru finds a new favourite. (IMPORTANT: Feeling conflicted due to one's morals is acceptable. Hating oneself due to a mental disorder is not. Please do not use mental illness as a plot point.)

- Person Vs Person: Often used as a primary plot point in standalone stories and movies, this kind of conflict is valid when a person bears a personal grudge or hatred toward another. Eg; A wrestler hating someone who defeated them in the ring through sabotage. A child-hating the murderer that orphaned them and their sibling. A person hating their lover who manipulated, gas-lit or cheated on them. (IMPORTANT: Ensure that abuse and abusers are not romanticized, that the healing journey of the character does not lead to them forgiving their abuser. Forgiveness is not a prerequisite for closure. Please do not encourage abuser-abused relationships.)

- Person Vs Society: Often used as a primary plot point in dystopian stories and movies, this kind of conflict is valid when a person aims to fight against a law or a government that systematically oppresses them. Eg; A womon fighting against the law which considers them as lower-class citizens. A PoC fighting against slave laws. A member of the working class rebelling against the bourgeoisie. (IMPORTANT: If you are not a minority, do not presume you are qualified to tell their story. Our stories belong to us alone, and taking away from us the privilege of sharing our trauma when we feel comfortable enough to do so is the worst kind of representation. Please remember if you occupy a position of power, you have no right to speak on our behalf. Already we are often silenced, do not participate in that further if you claim to be an ally.)

- Person Vs Machine: Often used as a primary plot point in science fiction stories and movies, this kind of conflict is valid when any man-made object gains enough intelligence to be considered sentient and becomes a threat to humanity. Eg; A machine that acts as a maid desiring to be free of the bonds of its servitude. An AI which does not have empathy and value for human life. A robot that attempts to destroy mankind. (IMPORTANT: These conflicts are often intricate, and can be spun anyway. Perhaps a human tries to teach a robot to love, and the result is embarrassing in a comedic way. But do not try to equate people on the asexual and aromantic spectrums, people with mental illness or people with severe trauma to these AI. They are extremely discriminated against. Please, do not contribute to the stigma.)

- Person Vs Nature: Often used as a compelling subplot, this kind of conflict is valid when a person is pitted against fauna and flora in a vulnerable state. Eg; A captive who has escaped their bonds only to come upon a harsh landscape. A person with severe allergies visits a place that is opposed to their disposition. A person with a grudge against a famous wild animal who bit off their leg. (IMPORTANT: In many such stories, a trend is that a character comes across a hostile tribal group. These tribes are portrayed only the negative attributes of certain PoC cultures. Doing so is blatantly racist and highly offensive. Please refrain from representing us in such appalling ways.)

- Person Vs Fate/Supernatural: Often used as a primary plot point in fantasy and YA stories and movies, this kind of conflict is valid when a person is threatened or working against a force that is outside nature. Eg; A person coming across a magical artefact belonging to a god, and the devil's henchmen are after it, but it has bonded to them. A lower-level employee working in a tampon factory accidentally discovering their boss is a deadly vampire. A person falling in love, only to discover their partner is heir to a clan of selkies, and their younger sibling plans on overthrowing them. (IMPORTANT: Oftentimes, the villains are given physical and cultural attributes exclusive to PoC and their culture, like the antagonist having dreadlocks or enjoying food that lies outside white cuisine. Please realise that is racist.)

How to create a proper villain:

1. Motive.

Arguably the most important factor in a villain is motive. Their end goal must be reasonable(depends on their moral compass), achievable(depends on their means), and must cause moral conflict in the protagonist.

Eg; Due to childhood trauma, a villain feels weak and unsafe in their own skin. Adopting a terrifying persona, they seek to control everyone around them, and by extension, the world, through a potent hallucinogen. Considered worthless until they design a new identity, the villain is only considered a threat when they overthrow a monarchy/gain obscene amounts of money/create a giant machine. The MC knows that the villain is wrong in their actions, but understands that their henchmen are drugged, and must choose a different course of action than brute force to defeat them.

2. Power/Skill

Expanding on the earlier point of a goal being achievable, a villain must have the capabilities to obtain the prize they desire. If they perform actions outside their means, the entire premise becomes boring and unrealistic. Unless the villain is playing pretend for a future plot twist, humble the antagonist before they get out of hand.

Eg; A machine cannot destroy the world if they do not have an intricate base code if they are not linked to machines around the world. An animal cannot be famous unless its existence is questionable unless it is more mythical than real unless it possesses some quality (a missing tooth, a scar across their eye) that the others of its breed do not have. Kindness cannot be a source of a moral dilemma if it is not shown in many actions of the protagonist.

3. Appearance.

Contrary to popular belief, the way a villain looks contributes greatly to their story. If the appearance of an antagonist does not match their other attributes, the villain may fall flat and feel one-dimensional.

Eg; If a person comes from humbler beginnings, them wearing designer clothes is not feasible. A wealthier person should at least maintain the appearance of being well-groomed, but a few things out of place, such as a tie clip, messy eyeliner, or stubble are acceptable, perhaps due to lack of respect for themselves, or mania from unfulfilled desires. If a plant is secretly venomous, let insects keep away from it. If a werewolf is known to violently transition, let them have a feral look in their eye, larger canines and stronger jawbones.

4. Presence

Outside of appearance, the overall vibe of the villain is of the utmost importance. Their aesthetic instils fear, inspires awe, which is one of the primary things that cause audiences to secretly root for them. Their smooth delivery of scathing, savage lines makes us fall in love with them. Having a stellar, scary presence amplifies whatever the villain does tenfold.

Eg; If a villain wears a daring dress, different from the style of their era, it will make them seem much more impressive. Fresh after a murder, if they have blood splattered on their face, it will make the ghastliness of their actions more resounding. If they're haunting little children, having grotesque features instead of sharp ones will terrify the kids more, and the readers.

5. Backstory

Why did the villain become a villain in the first place? This is perhaps the most important question when it comes to antagonists. Not only do backstories help us understand the villain's motives and reasons better, but readers may also root for them if they glimpse a part of them reflected in the villain, making the tale more painful to read.

Eg; If a bully has been abused at home, it explains their actions. If a villain was in a situation where their body was not theirs, their actions may be born out of a desire for control.

Things to avoid:

1. Do not make them a caricature. Avoid toxic and dull stereotypes such as "catty ex-girlfriend", "sex-crazed womon", "evil old pr*dator" etc. Not only are these caricatures cartoonish and overused, but they also make a villain hollow and lifeless. Villains are humans too, give them quirks, bad habits and things they enjoy, beliefs of their own. (Eg; They enjoy watching cat videos, smoke or bite their nails, enjoy mixing drinks for fun, and think God is a hoax.)

2. Avoid coding them as PoC or LGBTQ+. If you have a diverse cast of various races, ethnicities, sexualities and genders, then it is completely alright to write another such character as the villain. However, if your only minority character is the villain, that is highly problematic.

3. A backstory does not equate to sympathy. If the villain's actions are extremely reprehensible, including and not limited to; r*pe, g*nocide, ab*se or s*rial murder, please do not try to redeem them. Understanding someone's motives is wildly different from making the audiences sympathize with them. Do not romanticize their flaws.

4. Lastly, humble them. A villain will always entertain the audiences if they suffer a bit too. Instead of constant angst and pain, add lighter moments, moments where they stumble, trip, are tired or bored. This would make their eventual death/defeat burn even more, and the audience will definitely mourn the loss of a wonderful antagonist.

Like a volcano, a true villain leaves ashes in their wake, but their fire forces the protagonists to solidify into stone. Let their actions echo into the age.

[seokoloqy]

Oh, Little Dove | kth (m)

➳ PAIRING: vampire!taehyung x reader x vampire!yoongi

➳ GENRE: smut, perhaps the tiniest bit of plot

➳ WORD COUNT: 2.8k

➳ WARNINGS: taehyung is a sadistic fuck and a huge asshole and I hate him, MC honestly hates him too lol, cursing, dubcon, hair pulling, a single tit slap, master/sir kink, oral (f receiving), biting, blood drinking, double penetration by some thicc boys jfc give me strength

➳ SUMMARY: Taehyung returns from a trip North and is feeling generous enough to finally share you with one of his brothers, Yoongi. However, when his treatment of you proves to be too much, Yoongi decides to change your fate.

➳ A/N: vampire Tae makes a comeback as a present for @strawbxxymilk <33 and you might notice a reference to another familiar story + if you haven’t read the previous 3 vampire Tae drabbles I suggest you do the links are in order here, here, and here

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“Hello, little dove, did you miss me?”

The low mischievous voice whispers in your ear. His cold hand comes to rest on your bare shoulder, stroking your skin. If anyone were to see they’d think his touch was tender, a loving gesture to greet his lover, but they’d be wrong.

The vampire whose fangs ghost over your neck and haunt your nights is far from a lover.

His hands send a chill through you. The sickly sweet voice of Taehyung that you dread has returned after weeks away. You were just beginning to enjoy your temporary freedom from his demanding fangs.

He had been away with some of his brothers visiting a kingdom to the North for business. Apparently their army of vampires was searching for new recruits because of an upcoming war. Taehyung was more eager to learn more about their endless supply of blood volunteers than engage in any discussions about battle.

Besides the endless supply of food, the only thing Taehyung could enjoy on their trip was eyeing the kingdom’s princess. She looked absolutely delectable and he would have sunk his fangs into her the moment they were alone. If only her personal guard wasn’t by her side every second and sending warning looks every time Taehyung stood too close to her.

Their visit was only for a month. You wish it were longer.

“Hurry up and take your dress off. I want you naked and in bed. Now,” Taehyung commands with no room for objections.

“Yes, master,” you reluctantly obey, shedding all your clothing until you’re bare. His hungry stare watches you all the way to the bed like a wolf stalking his little lamb.

“You didn’t answer me earlier. Did you miss me?”

No, you want to answer. You didn’t miss him at all. You didn’t miss his beastly fangs digging deeply into your body, sucking your blood until you had tears in your eyes and felt too weak to fight.

“I always miss you, master,” your sweet, but empty response is only to please him.

It doesn’t matter if you mean it, as long as it makes him happy, he accepts it. You think it’s a little pathetic how easily excited he gets from such a simple compliment. He has no one to love him so he forces whoever he can to pretend. Whenever you look at his face you want to sneer and call him pathetic.

”I knew it,” he smirks, moving toward the bed and resting one knee on the edge. His finger traces around your ankle lightly. The featherlight touches are nothing compared to how he touches you in bed, rough and commanding. “You love being my slut, don’t you?”

“Yes, master, I love it.”

Taehyung flashes you a smile, revealing his sharpened canines and a hungry desire reflecting in his maroon eyes. He grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed until your legs hang off. His knee comes to rest between your legs almost touching your heated core.

You can’t help but shiver. You hate Taehyung, but god, you love being touched by him. Feeling his hands all over your body, bringing you close to euphoria each time you’re together.

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, leaning over your body to nuzzle his face in your neck. His hot tongue licks at his favorite spot on your neck, getting you ready for his fangs to enter. “Now tilt your head, my dove.”

You move your head to the side, bracing for the pain by clenching your fists. His teeth lightly scrape your neck, dragging along your jugular to tease you.

The waiting is torture. You just want it over with, but he likes to take his time when he’s in the mood.

Taehyung pulls away, one of his mischievous grins on his lips, and gets off the bed.

“Close your eyes,” he orders, then adds an additional threat, “if you open them I’ll make you sleep in the woods again.”

That causes your blood to run cold. You momentarily lose your breath. The last time you disobeyed Taehyung he forced you deep into the forest and left you there until sunrise. The woods at night are a place no defenseless human wants to be.

In the dark with no shelter from whatever creatures lurked, anything could easily rip you to shreds. Monstrous beasts worse than Taehyung lived in those woods. That was the lesson that taught you to never disobey Taehyung ever again.

You shut your eyes tightly, reminding yourself over and over not to open them again until Taehyung orders you to. You hear him open the door and then footsteps approaching again.

“Keep your eyes shut,” Taehyung reminds you, then you feel his lips pressing kisses on your thighs.

His kisses are a lot more timid and slow. It’s unusual, but you ignore it and focus on keeping your eyes closed.

Then his finger makes a trail from your navel to your nipple, swirling around the puckered and sensitive bud. You let out a shuddering breath. Your entire body is already scorching hot, aching for more.

“Should I touch you more?” His infuriatingly sweet voice usually irritates you, but when he touches you like this you can’t help but want to hear it more.

“Mhm,” you whimper when he kisses your inner thigh, his cold hands spreading your legs further apart to allow him access to your glistening heat.

“Use your words, dove,” Taehyung snaps, giving your left breast a sharp smack, leaving fiery tingles to blossom across your chest. You yelp, squeezing your eyes tighter to avoid peaking at his face between your thighs and his lips barely grazing your glistening cunt.

You bite your lip before whispering, “yes, master. I want you to touch me.”

Once the desperate words leave your lips, his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking the sensitive bud eagerly. The jolt of pleasure you receive from the first lap of his tongue accidentally forces your eyes open as you gasp.

The first person you see is Taehyung, nowhere near your aching core, lingering by the doorway with a sadistic grin and arms crossed as he watches another man pleasuring you. For a moment you fear he’ll lash out at you for disobeying his command, but his eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he looks at your blushing face. It seems like his threat was empty—this time. Your body floods with relief knowing you don’t have to worry about spending the night in the woods tonight.

Then your curious eyes travel downward where a blonde head is buried between your thighs fervently licking your leaking arousal. You recognize it as Yoongi, the second eldest of the noble vampire brothers. He acts cold and distant with you around the others, but he secretly looks out for you when Taehyung becomes too rough.

“I felt a little generous after our trip and I know how desperate you are to whore yourself out to my brothers, especially Yoongi.” Taehyung says, growling at the end, recalling the time he caught you and Yoongi in this same position without his consent. “I’ll let him touch you however he wants, but you don’t get to cum because you’re mine. Only I can make you feel that good.”

His words make you whimper. Yoongi’s tongue lapping at your core is enough to make you unravel, but knowing Taehyung, if you disobey him he’ll punish you. For now, you’ll have to hold back to keep Taehyung happy, but you wish you didn’t have to. You wish you could thread your fingers through Yoongi’s blonde hair and ride his face until you’re cumming all around his mouth and in complete, utter bliss.

“Yes, master,” you moan as Yoongi begins to delve his tongue into your leaking hole. He dips the slick muscles in and out of your pussy, making the lewdest noises as he groans from the taste of you. You can feel the vibration of his groan resonate through your entire body, sending chills throughout your limbs.

Taehyung moves to the edge of the bed, watching your expression carefully to make sure you aren’t on the verge of cumming. He settles himself next to your head, letting his empty hands find entertainment on your breasts. His head dives down to latch around one of your nipples. His fangs digging into your flesh, but not enough to draw blood, just to scratch and pinch.

Yoongi’s finger dips into your cunt, teasing you by only inserting the tip and your hips struggle to chase the rest. You whimper his name, threading your fingers through his soft, honey locks and giving them a sharp tug, telling him to stop teasing and give you what you need.

Luckily, Yoongi understands and pushes the rest of his finger inside your needy walls, stroking and thrusting his finger at a quick pace almost as if he wants you to cum despite Taehyung’s rule. His tongue works on your clit, swirling around the sensitive nub, amplifying the pleasure between your legs as you tremble.

You’re beginning to feel the start of something coiling up in you. Your breaths become shallow pants as your hips ride his mouth desperately.

Taehyung, knowing exactly how you are when you’re on the verge of cumming, releases your nipple from his mouth and glares at Yoongi for trying to disobey him. The only one who gets to please you fully is him, not one of his useless brothers.

“Stop it,” Taehyung barks, grabbing Yoongi by the hair and tugging him away from your cunt, cutting off your high. His red eyes, seemingly glowing, glare at Yoongi. “I said you’re not allowed to make her cum, you fucking bastard.”

“Like you can do better,” Yoongi hisses, ripping Taehyung's hand off his head. The challenge is evident in Yoong’s eye as he glares at his cruel younger brother.

Your hazy mind isn’t sure how or when it happened, but somehow you ended up on your knees being sandwiched between the two brothers completely bare, feeling every shift of their glistening bodies ignite an even hotter flame within you. Taehyung behind you and Yoongi in front. Their thick cocks are both stuffed inside your tight cunt, barely able to move without you almost screaming and falling apart around them.

It’s Yoongi you’re leaning on for support, clutching his shoulders, nails digging in deep until you’re almost drawing blood. You whimper into the crook of his neck, alerting the elder vampire to stop moving.

“You alright?” Yoongi grunts, resting a hand on your shoulder to soothe you.

“She likes it. Don’t you, dove?” Taehyung chuckles, tugging on your hair sharply to pull your head against his shoulder. He grinds his hips against your ass, licking along the outer shell of your ear. “You like being filled up like this, huh?”

You’re breathless, painfully stretched out by both men, but you are enjoying being stuffed by their cocks. It’s so good, you could never tell them to stop.

You’re able to look Yoongi in the eyes to reassure him with a nod of your head and that seems to put him at ease and he begins rocking his hips again.

“Ah, please,” you sobbed, falling against Taehyung's chest as Yoongi begins moving inside your suffocating walls. Taehyung starts his thrusts in a more frenzied manner compared to Yoongi.

For Taehyung, sex is about him getting you off so when he sinks his fangs into you he doesn’t have to hear you whine as much.

The sounds of skin against skin resonates throughout the room mingled with your cries and their low grunts. You feel every inch of them sliding inside of your walls, still getting used to being filled so well.

Taehyung licks along the column of your neck, marking his favorite spot to bite you. You tense, waiting for his fangs to sink into you and you clench around the two men.

Yoongi releases a low groan close to your ear, murmuring, “you feel so good.”

“And she tastes even better.” Taehyung then looks at Yoongi, his cold, possessive eyes warning his elder brother. “But her blood is mine only.”

Finally, Taehyung sinks his teeth in you. The searing pain runs all the way to your fingertips and you almost scream if it weren’t for Yoongi’s lips that come crashing down on yours.

He forces your cries back with his tongue, pushing it between your lips. One hand cradles your cheek gently as the other rubs your hips to soothe you while Taehyung eagerly sucks at your neck.

You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching as their thrusts become even more determined. Your chest arches into Yoongi, tugging on his blonde locks as he kisses you deeply.

Taehyung laps at your neck, selfishly savoring the taste of your sweet blood. He greedily drinks and drinks until you feel your eyes fluttering shut. You’re already weak from the strain of two men inside you, but Taehyung refuses to stop.

Yoongi pulls away from your mouth when he feels you beginning to go limp, warning his brother, “You’re taking too much!”

Yoongi pulls out of you and you want to cry from the loss, but you’re too weak. Your arms fall limp at your side and you can only rely on Taehyung to hold you up.

Taehyung releases your neck for an instant to reply, your blood coating his sneering lips, “she’s mine and I’ll take what I want.”

The momentary release from Taehyung’s fangs is short. He sinks his teeth into you once more and your head begins to spin as darkness overtakes your vision. But before you give into that darkness, the last thing you see is Yoongi. His brows are pinched up with a frown playing on his lips. Is it worry, sorrow, regret?

—

The soft sound of bells gently rouses you from your sleep. Somebody embraces you tightly as they carry you bridal style, your face buried in their shoulder. Your clothes have been put back and you feel a phantom ache between your legs and on your neck.

Each step they take, there’s a sound of dry brush crunching beneath their feet. The forest. Is it Taehyung carrying you into the woods as punishment? You don’t know what you did wrong this time.

A small son escapes your lips and you’re about to plead for Taehyung to grant you mercy.

“Shh, you’ll be safe now.”

The reassuring voice belongs to Yoongi. You’re not sure what he means or why he’s carrying you off. If Taehyung learns you’re gone without his permission…

“I’m taking you to the sanctuary.”

“Sanctuary?” You echo, pulling your face away from his neck. The tinkling of bells grows louder despite the lack of wind. You watch Yoongi’s stoic face, giving nothing of what he’s thinking away. Maybe you’ll never know.

“Hunters,” he responds, “they have a sanctuary here in the woods for humans who get lost. Just follow the wind chimes.”

That must be the bells you’re hearing. You look around, noticing the delicate glass wind chimes strung up in the trees, swaying in an imaginary wind.

“They’re ringing, but there’s no wind out here.”

“They ring because of me.” Yoongi stops walking when he sees the building he’s looking for beyond the thicket. It’s as far as he can carry you without being caught and slaughtered by the hunters. “These wind chimes sense evil.”

Your mouth twists into somewhat of a frown. Evil. That's what you would describe Taehyung as, but Yoongi… you’re not sure.

“This is all I can do for you, ___,” he whispers, peeling you away as he gently sets you down against a tree.

You still don’t understand what he’s doing. Is he letting you go? Are you finally free from Taehyung? It’s too good to be true. It brings burning tears to your eyes. Free of Taehyung finally? You thought you would die in that estate, die in the arms of that sadistic vampire, cold and alone. But you’re free now because of Yoongi.

Yoongi crouches at eye level with you, gazing into your eyes—his still giving nothing away. “I’m sorry.”

“Yoongi, wait,” you cry as he stands again.

Quick footsteps approach from your right. A line of what seem to be swordsmen by their silhouettes cautiously approach, hands reaching for their weapon.

“You must be a fool for coming here, bloodsucker,” one of the swordsmen sneers.

Yoongi doesn’t respond, calmly turning his red gaze to stare down the line of men.

One of them draws his hand up, “wait, he’s a noble. Stand down.”

“But he’s a beast!” another protests.

Yoongi is already beginning to walk away from you without a goodbye. He doesn’t think he deserves one. After all, he’s been selfish for not helping you escape a long time ago. He wanted to keep you close to him, even if it meant letting you be hurt by Taehyung.

But he can’t watch it anymore, he has to let you go.

You weakly try to crawl after his retreating figure, but the swordsmen are already surrounding you, questioning if you were attacked by Yoongi and helping you towards the sanctuary.

Your head turns back just to see Yoongi fade out of sight, nothing but the gentle sound of wind chimes follow after him.

[adonis-koo]

Lust • pjm

↳ Summary: The village of Incúrsio has always said to be plagued by a demon, to keep its evil at bay they must sacrifice a young virgin to its hunger every year. You assumed that was a certain death, by what means? You didn’t know. Becoming the the mate of the Prince of Hell to keep his brother away from you? That was never apart of the folktale.

↳ Genre: demon!au, supernatural, smut, strangers to lovers

↳ Word Count: 11k

↳ Pairing: Jimin/Reader

↳ Tags: MC is thirsty as hell, thigh riding, multiple orgasms and I mean a LOT, eating out, overstimulation, virginal sex, mutual masturbation, sub/dom overtones, finger fucking, creamiepie, unprotected sex, jimin has a big dong

Last installment

Note: Second installment to Halloween!verse !! I this is technically edited but I’m probably still gonna go back and tweak a few things, just a heads up. You don’t have to read the last installment for this series but there is a loosely followed plot :)

Incúrsio was right in the middle of the most used trading route in the whole realm. You’d often met people from many walks of life and there was never a dull day with so much life flooding your village. Incúrsio however, did come with its faults. And now laying in bed sleepless over the past twelve hours, you briefly wondered if those faults were even justifiable.

You see, Incúrsio, was home to the demons curse. An old folktale in your opinion to scare children. Your village, however, took the curse as serious as they came which opened the door to the ceremony held each year to pick the unfortunate virgin girl who’d be used as the Offering.

The virgin girl, had become you.

You believed in a lot of things. But demons were not one of them. At least not until today. Not until you were chosen from the bowl of many names, what would happen to you? You had grown up your whole life watching them drag girls kicking and screaming into the woods only to disappear and never be seen again. Would they just kill you right there?

Thoughts rolled throughout your head as you stared at the ceiling, the wood had begun rotting last year and you were surprised by the last bad storm that had rolled through the village hadn’t caused the roof to cave in on you. Maybe it would right now, you’d prefer it over whatever fate laid ahead.

The door to your room opened wide causing the early morning light to stream inside as your caretaker Grelda opened the door. Twenty two years all to be thrown away on one single piece of note with your name written down. Anger flooded your veins but your mind was numb as you wordlessly rose to your feet as followed her down the small crooked hall.

Most mornings were spent through banter while helping her make breakfast, she had been so kind to take you in when you were nothing but a small helpless child, you filled one another's lives with joy. And yet it was all absent today, the last you’d ever spend together.

Grelda had prepared you a bath, it was the first time all year you had sat down in warm water and she had even helped clean your hair. It was all in name of the celebration of the demon not destroying your village another year. The village would even throw a whole celebration that night after your death. You knew because you had always gone in previous years.

Only now did you realize just how sickening it was.

Your hair had been scrubbed near clean and the dirt from under your nails had been picked, the skin you had long since was used to have a layer of dirt covering it was polished like fine china and standing still in the dainty long white dress. The one you swore you’d wear on your wedding day- you felt as if you didn’t even know who you were any longer.

Hearing the loud knock wrap against the old unsteady door of the entrance made your heart drop into your stomach, it was time.

Grelda quickly finished the long braid in your hair before leading you to the door, stopping in front of it only to turn around and pull you into a tight hug, “I love you, my child, no matter what,” Your eyes were already stinging at the choke in her voice, her own quiet anger quivering before forcing it back, to stay strong for the both of you, “You will be okay.” She pulled away and pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead as a louder, more demanding knock rapped once more.

You could only muster a single nod as your eyes threatened to water before glancing down at your feet.

Grelda quickly opened the door to reveal the head townsmen and a few other volunteers stood stoically, as if anticipating you’d put up a fight as most girls did in the last few minutes of their life. Being sleep deprived and emotionally exhausted from your long night, some hours spent in rage while others spent in tears. You couldn’t muster anymore emotion as you stepped forward. Letting them clasp your upperarms tightly, a man on either side of you as you began to walk forwards.

Incúrsio really was a quaint place, most wouldn’t suspect it of being under such a horrid curse. The fog in the early morning gave it a haunted but enchanted feeling and a single candle stood outside of everyone’s homes, a silent mourning of the one who would be lost today. Your eyes set on the road ahead where you noticed guards were on rotation.

They must’ve arrived last night from the Kingdom up north. The Jeon Dynasty had always been too kind for their own good and you felt a brief surprise fill your face at the sight of them. Hysteria had been setting in with the Offering so close and talk of the town was the Blood Moon pack had been spotted scouting your village not too long ago.

Werewolves, were a fickle kind and often temperamental by nature but the Jeons had just signed a peace treaty with them. Surely they wouldn’t break it, right? Regardless and for whatever reason they had went ahead and sent guards anyways.

Biting against your lip you could only wonder what went through the royals heads.

You were quickly forced from your thoughts as the townsmen suddenly yanked you along forcing you to stumble slightly while attempting to keep in line with their steps into the woods where every other girl before you had also went.

Would they kill you now? Or would they just leave you lost in the woods for a blood starved vampire to find? Or a crazed werewolf to eat? Anxiety began to spike through your mind and briefly, it felt as if your life had flashed before your eyes as you began to approach the odditie ahead.

It looked like a pegan altar of sorts, the stone head like a gateway to nothing and the large black burnt circle free of any tree’s sat at it’s entrance, oh my god you were going to be literally sacrificed weren’t you? Your breath had become hitched and unsteady as you passed through the stone hedge and stood in the middle of the circle, the head townsmen forced you to kneel and then silence set in.

One second went by, then another. And another. What was supposed to happen? You could tell this was an unusual sight as the volunteers began to fidget from side to side their eyes darting to one another and you could see the hysteria getting to them as well. Swallowing you forced your eyes shut once more as your exhale came out shaky and timid.

Another minute had to become five eventually and just when you thought perhaps you'd be spared over this year one of the volunteers finally spoke, “This- This isn’t normal! Let’s just kill her and go! The demon can still feed on her afterwards!”

His words was the only spark needed to cause everyone to snap in anxiety as they began to fight among themselves. Someone determined to keep you alive while others agreeing with him and wanting you dead. Before you could blink blood had been spilled and the hysteria was becoming thick and crazed before a sharp knife was suddenly being hurdled at you in the hands of a volunteer.

You scrambled back onto your bottom before harshly closing your eyes with a whimper as defeated tears finally slid down your face. You waited for the sharp, burning puncture to set in only to timidly open your eyes from the odd silence. A tall, dark figure stood in front of you undisturbed and regal before humming, “That won’t be necessary.”

Your lips had parted as you breathlessly gaped at the figure of a human until he turned around. Dark magenta eyes like you had never seen before, too dark to be a vampire and too pink to be a werewolf. A large, almost demented smirk coiled on his lips wrapping you in a spill of darkness making your head light and your body weak as the void filled around you both leaving everyone behind.

“Don’t worry,” He leaned down, grabbing your chin, “You’re safe now darling.”

Your head was light, and briefly you wondered if the hysteria got to you as well. Your vision was beginning to spot and before you could even speak your body finally collapsed.

Groaning your body felt weak and briefly you could feel a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead, god you were so hot. Did you have a fever? Your mind was hazy and had a dull ache as you forced your eyes open, anticipating the old rotting ceiling of your bedroom.

Instead your eyes were met with a the black silk canopy and the plush bed beneath you sunk against your body brought it’s ache a small relief.

Had you the energy you would’ve shot out of the bed with a scream at where the hell were you.

But your movement was sluggish and forced you to lay there, still and in a dazed wonder, “You’re awake,” His voice was like silk, soft as an angel but the magenta eyes were anything but, “Don’t try to move,” He turned to face you, his face slim and cheekbones chiseled and high, the odd silver hair making him look ironically angelic, “You’re body is still in shock from traversing the first time.”

Closing your eyes you swallowed thickly, trying to keep the whimper from escaping your lips before forcing your timid voice to rasp, “Aren’t you going to kill me? Rape me? You’re a demon.” He was in the perfect position to do as such, you weren’t even sure you could muster a scream right now, your body was so dull and it was difficult to even wiggle your fingers.

His lips curled slightly in amusement as he walked to the bedside, pulling out the chair from his desk as he sat down, “Even demons aren’t as bad as they’re made out to be,” He clacked his tongue, a playful myrth in his eyes as he continued, a little more serious, “A demon must have consent, without it we’ll turn to dust.”

“Oh,” You breathed, glancing up at him wearily before back at the silk canopy hanging above you while muttering, “So you’re going to kill me.” If you had the energy, you’d be interrogating the supposed demon already while wielding a pillow for your defense but instead you just decided to dramatically accept your fate.

He clacked his tongue once more causing your gaze to shift back to him as he replied, “Is it so difficult to assume I’m not going to harm you?”

“...Yes.” You replied after a moment of silence making him chuckle as you frowned, “I was dragged out into the woods and almost killed only to be transported to hell with a demon. Is just killing me too much to ask?” His laugh only continued as he shook his head.

The amused smirk pulling on his lips as he leaned back in his seat, setting his foot against his other knee as he answered, “I’m afraid so darling. I’m in need of a mate, you were getting ready to be killed, it’s all very convenient for the both of us. You’re alive, and now I don’t have to search through the whole realm for a mate.”

Your lips parted and closed several times before your voice rasped in defiance though it only came out cracked and half whispered, “I didn’t agree to that!”

“Yes well…” He shrugged, not looking shocked by your resistance as he continued, “I didn’t agree with that either but here I am. I could always send you off to my brother like originally intended.”

You weren’t sure what that was supposed to mean. But going off any indication of his trailed off words, his brother must’ve not as been such a gentlemen as himself. You huffed, glancing back up to the canopy. When you woke up that morning, you had intended anything but this to happen. But he was right, you were alive and you most definitely would’ve met your untimely fate if it weren’t for him, the last thing you were going to do was pick a fight with the man who had saved your life. Demon or not.

Being his mate? Which in human terms was likened to marriage? Outrageous and you weren’t about to let that happen. But you’d cross that bridge when the time came as he didn’t seem set on genuinely mating you and there was always a chance he was just teasing you, as you quickly found out. For a demon, he seemed awfully light hearted.

“What is your name?” You muttered, glancing up at the soft silk. Was this how the royals slept at night you wondered? You had always tried to imagine falling asleep in such luxury at night only to wake up in the grunge of your bedroom.

But now, if there was anything you could appreciate, it was the aesthetic and pleasure of the room.

“Lust.” Your eyes shot back to his figure in mild panic and horror as his smirk curled into a more seductive one, his eyes brighter than before as he introduced himself before he chuckled, his body relaxing once more making a scowl twitch on your lips at his teasing, “Formally, on the surface I’m simply referred to as Jimin. You may call me as such if it’s more comfortable.”

Jimin laughed once more at the constant twitch of your lips as you fought the scold that continuously tried to twist further onto your face, “Y/n.”

He gave a hum as he plucked your hand up from the bed, your arm felt like a heavy weight but his plump soft lips felt like a caress of clouds against your skin as he kissed the knuckle of your hand, “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Y/n, circumstances aside.” Jimin set your hand down before standing up, “Now get some sleep darling. The effects of the traversing will wear off soon.” Despite your ruffledness you found yourself listening to him as your lashes heavily fluttered closed, you could barely register the blanket being covered over your body as sleep took you once more.

The next time you woke up your head was clear from it’s pain and your body was as light as a feather. The first thing you noticed were the lights of the room had been gone leaving it dark and you wondered if it was supposedly night? You weren’t actually in Hell, right? You had been overdramatic earlier but surely that wasn’t the case. Hell was, well....Hell, endless torture. You established that this definitely was not it as you turned to face the other wall.

Instead you were faced with the sleeping demon, who had stayed respectfully on his side of the bed, but just registering that you were in his room, of course, had you yelping in surprise as you tumbled out of the bed.

Your body instantly throbbing as it hit the ground making you whine out. The bed aboved shifted as you watched him peer above you with furrowed brows and messy hair, expression twisting with amusement as he asked, “Do you enjoy sitting on the floor? You always seem to end up there.”

Anger brittled through your veins as you gave a huffy indignant whine, fumbling as you stood up while stomping your foot, pointing a finger down at him menacingly as he leaned back against his hands, not looking the least bit threatened, “I…! I demand to be let go! I am not staying here!”

Jimin rose his brows before he let a small smirk curl on his face shrugging as he waved his hand, allowing his upper body to collapse against the bed. His silk black sleep shirt only held together by a single button parting to reveal his warm toned skin beneath, “Then leave.” He said it so easily, not even looking as if he truly cared, making you scold further.

Wanting to get a reaction from him, you assumed he’d at least put up a fight or maybe his eyes would go pitch black and his voice would go demonic telling you to never leave the room. Instead the infuriating man looked as if he already won the battle as he dismissively waved a hand to the door.

Stomping your foot once more you huffed before turning around and going for the door, you weren’t going to question his motives and all you needed to figure out was where to find the exit and how to get back home. Maybe the whole village would burn you at the stake for being a witch? Even if you weren’t alive by magic they didn’t know any better and it had been outlawed punishable by death.

But you’d rather take your chances there, then stay here with such an insufferable person.

Opening the door you felt a vague sense of unsurety run through you, the halls were lit in red and darkened by black silhouettes, the large crystal chandelier above head held by black candles that flickered dimly litting the hall as you stepped outside the room hesitantly.

Frowning you gently shut the door as you glanced around, suddenly swallowed by anxiety, you had never seen so much grandiose in your whole life, what was held in these halls? Were there more demons like Jimin.

Surely not all were as nice as him...Groaning you ran a hand through your hair as you tried to muster the courage to just walk down the hall and find the exit. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the door opening not to far down the hall making a gentle whimper escape your lips before fumbling with your own door. Not even realizing what you were doing until you shut it, back into the safety of Jimin’s room.

“That didn’t last long.” He hummed out, eyes still closed with an infuriating smug smile pulling on his lips.

You glared down at his figure with the strong urge to stomp on his pretty throat, you had never met someone so audacious and annoying in your whole life! He sat up finally as he opened his eyes, his smile turning a little more sincere as he raised his brows, “I’ll take you down to the kitchen, I’m sure you’re hungry after everything that’s happened.”

You were demanding to leave and this…! This fiend (literally) was going to act like you hadn't tried to run away and was now going to offer you food!? You were about to snap only to be stopped by the wail of your stomach. You may not have been interested in a late night snack, but your stomach most definitely was.

You could feel the blush began to creep it’s way onto your cheeks as your lips angrily frowned while Jimin laughed, standing up as he walked towards you. Grabbing your hands as he opened the door, “You humans are too cute.”

“I…!” Your nose wrinkled in anger, as you harshly glared at his soft hold on your hand. You would fight this man with your bare fists if he’d only put them up against you, “I don’t want to be here!”

Jimin sighed as he paused, turning to look at you as he raised a brow, “You don’t want to get a snack?” He looked as if he was talking to a toddler making your easily flared temper further as he snickered, always teasing it seemed.

The hallway had only turned into more and Jimin must’ve known his way around here well as he weaved so effortlessly through the...this had to be an estate, or maybe a castle? It was so big, “What is this…? You finally asked, your voice soft and curious as you glanced up towards the ceiling that sat so high up it could surely be mistook for an odd evening sky as the black candles flickered.

Opening the two large doors to the kitchen, Jimin glanced back at you as he encouragingly tugged on your hand, “The palace of course, where else?” His words made you stop in your track as your brows furrowed, parting your lips but now words came out.

This time he tugged you inside before shutting the door and allowing you to sit on the bench at the sturdy wooden table, “You’re in the heart of Hell darling. The Dark Lord resides here in the palace as well as his children. There’s six others but none too pleasant I’m afraid.” He pulled out the roll of leftover bread before cutting into it, “You could try to leave if you’d like but I doubt you’d get anywhere. Except perhaps took by one of my brothers,” Jimin’s shoulders stiffened slightly as he curved a brow, a more annoyed smile twitching on his lips as he finished cutting into the loaf, “Which believe me, for as insufferable as I am, my company is better then there’s.”

You frowned, glancing at the table from his words, still not quite registering the severity of them. Perhaps you assumed hell would be more...hellish. Maybe it was, this was the palace, naturally it took on a regal atmosphere but still, “Can’t you just taking me home…? You didn’t have a problem bringing me here.” You murmured quietly, shoulders sinking slightly as you felt a small quiver in your lips.

Jimin sighed, setting the large chunk of bread in front of you as he pulled out a goblet from the counter, pouring you a cup of water as he replied, “I wish it were that easy darling,” He set it beside the bread before taking a seat across from you, “You’re the yearly sacrifice from Incúrsio. Your kin,” He paused, his brows furrowed and a small odd smile pulled on his lips, “Have an odd perception about us cursing your village. That is not the case. Incúrsio, just so happens to be one of Hell’s transversing portals causing demonic energy to run strong. Virgin sacrifices are, vitally useless given there is no demon interest in destroying your village if they don’t ‘repay’ us once a year.”

Your frown furthered as you tilted your head, now curious more then anything at his words, finally you pulled a piece of bread off as you bit into the soft substance, “But the girls...they never returned afterwards. If a sacrifice isn’t needed, then where do they go?”

Jimin sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, face twisting into mild irritation that wasn’t aimed at you, but more his words, “Well it isn’t needed but it’s still gladly took by one of my brothers. Greed is always looking for another girl to add to his collection, his cardinal nature often gets the better of him. He looks at the yearly sacrifices as his. If I were to take you back, Greed would hunt you down without hesitation given you’ve become- in his mind apart of his harem per say.” He finally concluded as he glanced towards you.

You had parted your lips several times and yet you remained speechless, before ultimately deciding to nibble along the edge of the thick crust of the bread you held. So even if Jimin did take you home, you still wouldn’t be free? Dejection casted over your eyes as your shoulders sank slightly. At least you had a stroke of luck to have Jimin intervene with the Offering when he had then. His brother, Greed, didn’t sound the kindest and while Jimin did annoy you it was nothing more than your childishness coming out. He genuinely wasn’t all that bad of a company.

“So this is it then…” You sighed, finally speaking as you met his gaze, “I’m stuck with you?”

Jimin finally gave you a cheeky smile, tossing a wink your way that forced your lips into an unimpressed quirk, “I make great company after so long I can assure you.”

You clacked your tongue as you curved your brow, “Somehow, I doubt that.” And just as before, he only laughed, never seeming to take your sour words serious.

Jimin’s company, really wasn’t terrible. He teased you constantly and you’d sourly stomp your feet at him while complaining. You had spent most of the day in his bedroom though you’d be lying to say you weren’t curious to go out and explore, Jimin had duties to attend to- as apparently being a Prince of Hell held just as many duties as a regular Prince.

You couldn’t imagine how but you often decided to just not think about it. He promised to take you out and let you explore a little bit of the castle once he returned.

And so you waited, fiddling with the white dress you wore as you’d occasionally pace around the room. You’d poke around his bookshelf and attempted to read- except you never learned how. Furthermore the book must’ve been in latin as none of the wording seemed even familiar.

Eventually you had laid back down on the plush, soft bed of black satin and silks combined, you wrapped your arms around the fairly firm pillow as you sighed.

The smell of cedar and a distinct hint of ash mixed together, but often times this had began to bring you a sense of comfort. You almost jumped out of bed at the door to the room being opened Jimin appearing in the entry as he raised his brows, “You haven’t gotten cabin fever already, have you?”

“A little,” You admitted, feeling a bit sheepish at your words as you glanced away from him. Avoiding his cheeky smile as he gestured you over, laughing at your quick steps as you almost pounced over, excited to finally get out of this stuffy room. You had been a fair bit nervous of a tour. It wasn’t every day you were in the palace of Hell after all.

Jimin offered his arm out to you causing you to pause, glancing at it with a little suspicion as he chuckled, watching your childish weary expression before reluctantly hooking your own arm around him. Jimin instantly tugged you outside the door as he gave you a small smile, “It’s really not as intimidating as it sounds. The palace is beautiful and as long as you stay around it’s realms you’ll be fine. Any further and you’ll start stumbling on the souls here.”

He cringed a little at his words as he guided you through the long hall way that had you sheepish the first time you stepped outside of his room.

It still made you a little fidgety, something about it’s low lit red lights and black candles had your stomach churning, perhaps you’d get used to it eventually.

But this was going to take time, you were already beginning to miss the sun and the smell of the grass after it had just rained. What you’d give to see the blue sky above again rather than the black voidless ceiling of the palace. You’d imagine the outside wasn’t much better, you genuinely were in Hell.

It could be worse, you kept repeating those words to yourself. Because it really could be worse, you could be dead for one. Jimin could’ve killed you with the flick of his wrist, or so you imagined. You had never seen a demon obviously, and therefore had no idea what type of power they held. But you still imagined it was a lot, for a Prince of Hell no less.

You had passed by several people, all with disarrayed facial features and gruesome boils and abnormalities, their skin ashen and horns appeared from their head, just the sight of their black soulless eyes had you almost hiding behind Jimin. It only took one look from him for them to sudden scurry back to whatever they were doing. Jimin had referred to them as mere servants, often times taking their true form here when they were not present on the surface of the earth.

Regardless you weren’t sure you’d ever feel comfortable walking without Jimin by your side as he seemed completely stress free, and you supposed it made sense, he was their Prince after all.

All had been fine until you arrived at the throne room. It was vacant but massive and the large fire roared in its place didn’t need tending too as if it was a natural fire spout, or so Jimin had called it. The large chandelier hung over head in all it’s grandiose, the large iron throne standing on it’s own without a chair beside it. Glancing towards Jimin you could only wonder where his mother was, or if he even had a mother. How could a demon be born?

You had parted your lips, intending to ask instantly gaining Jimin’s attention. The large doors of the throne room however, were shoved open and in a fiery blaze all of the low lit candles roared and the fireplace near exploded sending you into a yelp as Jimin’s arms quickly wrapped around you, pulling you closer.

Contrary to Jimin the man that stalked in was tall and his own magenta eyes were bright and glaring down with hells fury and his black hair wild and dusting over his wrathful gaze, forcing a whimper down your throat as Jimin quickly squeezed against you reassuringly, his eyes as cold as ice in contrast as they stared back.

“You disgusting fiend, why don’t you take something that isn’t already claimed.” The man hissed out, the fire all around you burning darkly and the room at been lit up and the temperature had risen.

Jimin’s brows pressed together as he glared back, not phased at the man before as he replied, “I don’t remember your claim on Incúrsio’s sacrifices, Greed you have several mates, your cardinal sin is showing.”

You swallowed thickly, shrinking closer to him as fear overrode your body. So this was Greed? The man who’d hunt you down personally if you were to ever return to a normal life on the surface of earth unmated. You watched his jaw clench and it’s line sharp enough to cut, his eyes burning dark as he sneered, “And this one will become my mate just as the rest, you can’t hide her forever Lust.”

Jimin’s jaw clenched to match his brothers, his grip on you tightening as they stared one another down. The realization on why it was so important for you to stay with Jimin now finally hitting. It didn’t matter where you went, your soul belonged to Greed now and even if you could go back to normal life he’d still bring you back.

His glare harshened and his eyes suddenly glowed in color matching his brothers as he hissed out, “You can’t mate what’s already mine. Now go before you do something you’ll later regret.” Greed only gave a growl but you watched the flames in the room die down a little as he snarled, “Mark my words Lust, you’ll regret this.” He snapped around and walked out the doors leaving the room a few degrees cooler but it wasn’t the air that was making your body shake.

Jimin’s glare didn’t leave the door until Greed was out of sight, finally he seemed to register your shakiness as his grip on you loosened, thumbs soothing rubbing against your skin as he sighed, “Do you understand why it’s important for us to remain together now?” He asked with a hushed murmur, gently pressing a kiss into your hair, “If I could take you back to your old life I would, and I can. But it will only be a matter of time before Greed finds you there.”

It was silent for a minute and you hadn’t even realized how tight you were gripping his black buttoned shirt until you watched the blood drain from your knuckles, “Do...do we have too?” You could barely manage a whisper, your lips quivering at the thought as you tried to unclench your fists.

“As long as you remain unmated even staying in my room is a danger. Being mated to Greed isn’t necessarily bad,” Jimin sighed, as if realizing perhaps you did want to be someone else's, “But there’s a lot of strife between all of his mates and you’re guaranteed to never leave the lodge of his harem.”

His hands sat on your waist before he murmured, “I’d never do that to you, never to my mate. We could roam the earth together and see it’s every corner, you’d be free to go as you wish as long you returned to me. We’ve only just met now, but I need a mate Y/n, and you need one as well if you value your freedom at all.”

Your lips were quivering as you swallowed once more, you weren’t sure what this meant. But in terms of both Vampires and Werewolves a mate, was the equivalent to marriage and it sounded close to the same for a demon as well. The idea had your head spinning but just the memory of Greed’s fury ridden gaze had you quivering in fear, he was right.

If you wanted your freedom, you’d just have to trust Jimin’s words. They were so soft, and he had given a lot of promise in his words. Could he really take you back to earth, would you truly see the sun and the sky once more?

“Then we shouldn’t wait any longer.” You finally murmured, your gaze still downcast and your lips still quivering until you felt his hand cup your cheek, his fingers tracing along your jawline as he murmured soothingly, “Demon mating isn’t the same as other earthly creatures, it’s an intense but doesn’t require sexuality as most do.” He had already started leading you down the hall and by the familiarity of everything you could tell he was taking you back to his room.

You didn’t understand his reason for needing a mate but you wouldn’t deny him when he was your only option. You had just met Greed but you could tell you didn’t want to be his mate, he had several others and you’d be locked away for eternity.

This was your only option now.

Opening the door to the dark room Jimin seemed to lose his imperative rush as he gently closed it, letting you go to walk further into the room. Your body was still stiff and you were nervous, he said sexuality wasn’t required but...just how would this mating be performed?

You paused as you wearily glanced at Jimin, he had brought a black candle out of his dresser before turning to you, “Go ahead and sit down, this won’t take too long,” His voice was soothing as if noticing how quiet you had become, your banter being replaced by stiffness at the serious situation.

You’d be permanently bonded to him after this, you knew you had a choice. But this was clearly the better one, and he wasn’t terrible company...atleast not completely.

Shuffling you sat down on the edge of the bed, your hands folded meekly as you watched him set down black candles on the floor, forming a circle around the bed. Honestly, you felt like you were about to be sacrificed in a cult ritual, maybe this wasn’t far off…

Seeing Jimin pull out the silver plated knife with what appeared to be a latin incantation on it you couldn’t help the anxiety that shot through your whole body. Holy shit, you were definitely about to die. Was he gonna turn you into a demon? You had to swallow your anxiety as you fiddled with your fingers.

Seeing such a curved, wicked knife in his hands had you nervous though he wielded it so delicately, with a snap of his fingers the candles around the bed suddenly flickered with light, the light however matched the candles with a pure black flame that gave the room an odd silvery glow, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” Jimin offered a tiny smile as he kneeled down in front of you, knife still in hand as he continued, “I just need to put a nick in your body so I can place a blood sigal. It’ll just feel like a little pinch.”

“Wh...where are you gonna place it.” You curled slightly in weariness as you kept your gaze steadily on the silver blade that gleamed so beautifully under the lights. You had heard about both vampire and werewolf mating and it all had to do with biting, you supposed it made sense that demon’s would be different but still.

“Anywhere you’d like,” Jimin replied steadily, “Typically most go for the neck as it’s the most common mating mark, but it’s not necessary.” You watched the way his long slim fingers grazed against the edge of the blade, careful to not apply too much pressure or else he’d cut himself.

You swallowed thickly, your fingers unconsciously grazing over your neck before you shook your head. You always had a fear of possibly being drank dry by a vampire, even if you had never knew one well enough before, anything around your neck made you too squeamish.

Hesitantly you held your wrist, feeling a little more comfortable if you’d be able to watch the process take place, “Would my wrist work…?” Your lips quivered slightly and your shoulders sunk as you let your eyes flick away from his gaze.

He took hold of your wrist delicately, stroking over the skin covering your artiary as he nodded, “Perfect,” kneeling down he let the knife graze over your skin, the chill of the metal causing goosebumps to form over your skin as your breath hitched slightly before giving a small whimper at the nick skillfully cut to avoid your artiary. Setting the knife down on the bed Jimin clasped your wrist delicately before glancing up at you, “Just relax, mating is an intense practice but will be easier if you trust me. Okay?” His thumbs gently rubbed against your skin soothingly as you swallowed back another whimper before nodding.

Letting his eyes flutter shut Jimin placed his tongue over the cut, gently lapping up the blood before a bright glow casted over his eyes just as it did earlier when he spoke to his brother, his eyes flicked from you back down at your skin before you yelped, his tongue suddenly burning like fire on your skin as you tried to pull away.

Jimin kept your arm locked in place as he kept his tongue still, tears were beginning to gloss in your eyes and your vision was beginning to spot and darken as your senses became overwhelmed, fire licking at your skin as it felt like it was being melted, “Ow! It-It hurts!” You cried out weakly, the faint smell of ash and cedar filling your scent until you could smell nothing but those two notes.

Jimin said nothing, letting his tongue move gently over the mark, this thumbs rubbing against your skin soothingly as your breathing had become shallow, your vision of the room nearly dark and you couldn’t tell if you were crying anymore, every breath you took was the woody and light, yet smoky smell of cedar and your lungs choked with the burnt smell of ash.

Your senses were beginning to numb and the burn of his tongue was beginning to subside as your body weakly collapsed onto its side as Jimin closed his eyes. Your vision was beginning to go in phases and faintly the glow of his eyes had become red balls of light and you could feel your body beginning to overheat.

An odd wet pool beginning to set between your legs and your hair was beginning to stick to your neck as you let out a soft whine, your body becoming hypersensitive to every lick of his tongue against the soft skin of your wrist.

Opening his eyes he pulled away from your wrist, only letting go of you for a second before a loud whine suddenly escaped your lips, the sudden need for him to be close to taking over your body as you choked out a whimper, “Shhh,” Jimin murmured, gently sitting up on the bed as he pulled you into his chest, “The after effects are what make the process so intense, you take on the demons cardinal sin so it’s going to be a long few hours.”

Your body was burning up and you were rubbing your thighs together, uncomfortable at the stickiness between your legs as he soothingly stroked through your hair.

You couldn’t focus on the soothing gesture though when you sat in his lap, his thick muscular thighs bulging against his thin pants that had arousal soaking through your panties as you let out a breathy whine, “J..Jimin…” You could hardly stay still and your mind was groggy, then encased in his smell and focus was hazy with only one line thought in mind, “Pl-Please…”

“Shhh, that’s just the lust talking. I’m not going to do anything you’ll later regret,” You nearly cried at his gentle words, your body’s need becoming near unbearable, “We’ve become mated without becoming properly acquainted with one another, we have the rest of eternity Y/n.” Those were the words that made soft tears stream down your face as you shifted in his lap to straddle him.

Just the slightest graze of his pants making you jump with a breathy moan, “Please, you- you can’t just do this to me and then make me suffer.” Your hips instantly grinded down over his thigh, your gorged, hypersensitive clit dragging against the material as you moaned once more, pressing your face into his neck almost too overwhelmed by the sensation.

Jimin sighed, his grip on your tightening as if restraining himself before he replied, “You’re so stubborn.” His hands sat on your waist making you jump as you whined, grinding your hips harder on his thigh, a big wet mark forming over his pants as your slick arousal slipped off your folds, an insatiable desire forming in your body.

Noticing he hadn’t stop you your hips quickly beginning ride against his pants with little stifled whines and moans, your fingers tangling in his hair as your clit pressed down, rubbing into the soft fabric as your breath hitched, your body building it’s release at a fast pace that made your head dizzy and vision begin spotting again.

“Are you going to cum so soon?” Jimin murmured against your ear, his voice like honey but darkened a tone making you whine with a nod, his thigh suddenly bouncing against your soaked folds, rubbing into your little nub as you cried out, your release suddenly washing over your body as you cried softly, the wetness of your tears dripping into the crook of his neck as he soothingly rubbed your back, “Is it not enough darling?”

You rapidly shook your head, your hips already wanting to ride against his thigh once more as your hormones spiked once more your body nearly burning in pain at the need for your next release. Jimin suddenly picked you up making you cry out as you struggled to get out of his grip and back on his body as he gave a soft laugh, “Shhh don’t worry darling, I’ll help you just be patient.”

Your mind was hazy at the idea and you were still kicking about as you whined, “You! You made me like this- please!” Your impatience getting the better of you as Jimin sat you down on the bed unbuttoning his shirt, “Undress.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you fumbled with your dress, pulling it over your head and pushing down your panties.

Jimin had let his shirt fall from his shoulders as he rounded the bed, pulling his pants off nearly made your mouth water at the sight of his girthy length.

You had never seen anything so big, his bulbous head was a pretty pink and precum was beading from it’s slit, the slight curve of his cock had your body clenching around nothing as he sat against the headboard, ignoring his massive swollen cock that rested against his chiseled abdomen, hair messy and looking like pure sin, finally with a smirk and glowing eyes he commanded, “Come on little girl, you asked for this.”

Arousal was sliding down your thighs and your body was burning with need as you quickly crawled over, straddling him once more as he caught your hips, “You wanted my thigh that’s what you’ll get.” His eyes were dark and left no room for debate as you whined, settling against the warm skin of his thigh, your wetness dripping down against him as he let a crooked smirk pull on his lips, “You’re making such a big mess on my thigh doesn’t that little clit need relief?” He cooed out making your hips instantly buck against is thigh, your sticky wet pussy parting against his skin as your nub rubbed down making you moan.

Your body already hypersensitive but your mind was clouded by insatiable pleasure as you continued rocking your hips into his thigh. Jimin’s eyes stayed on your body as he licked his plump lips, finally he grabbed his fat cock as he began to stroke it making you whine, “Mmh! Please! Let me ride it! Please- please Jimin- please!” He said nothing in return but the sadistic smirk twisted on his lips, enjoying you suffer as you continued riding his thigh.

Your gorged, sensitive clit continuously rubbing in just the right spot that had your body stiffening and your words babbled and moaned as your next orgasm quickly spiked through your whole body, your hips tremored and a whine escaped your lips as Jimin kept a steady pace on his cock.

As soon as the euphoric feeling passed your body you were already wanting another, your body burning harshly and fresh arousal dripping from your folds and your inner thighs nearly coated, your cheeks were red in embarrassment as Jimin laughed at the sight, letting go of his members before grabbing your thighs. Forcing your back to hit the bed as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders, “So needy, you really are the mate of Lust huh.” His eyes were so pretty, glowing in the dark of the room in that intense color of magenta, his tongue dragged against your thigh, licking up your arousal as you whined, hips quickly lifting towards him as he forced them in place.

His tongue was hot and his own wetness mixed with yours as he sucked up all of the stray arousal on your thighs, licking his lips as he glanced down at you, his face truly that of angel with such a wicked smirk on his lips, you felt like nothing but prey under his gaze, your eyes lidded and timid as you shifted against his shoulders, “Watch.” Jimin commanded as he let his tongue place at the entrance between your slit making you cry out at the odd sensation, his tongue swirling and delicately pressing against your little hole teasing it as you obediently watched.

Your face burning brighter with each moment as he held your gaze so confidently, his tongue dragging up your wet folds before swiping across your sensitive clit making you throw your head back with another small whine. His hands suddenly gripped your ass tightly as he growled, “I said watch, don’t disobey me.” Whimpering you glanced back up, your cheeks on fire as he ate you alive, tongue lapping up your clit as you left out a breathy moan, trying to keep yourself from collapsing your head back against the bed, “Mmm! Feels so good- please! Please Jimin-”

Your hips rocked against his tongue that he stretched past his lips, letting your hips take over as his tongue flattened over your hypersensitive nub, crying out at the pain of your sensitivity, pleasure continued to wave through your body as you let out another moan.

With one more flick against your sweet spot your toes curled at the orgasm washing through your body, letting out a sob at the pain that washed with it, your head becoming dizzy from the pleasure but Jimin ignored your whimper as he coated his fingers along your folds, “Such a pretty girl,” You whined, squeezing your thighs as you watched his middle finger push inside you.

You had been told a first time was painful and yet you could hardly even feel his finger slide inside as he pushed another snug in your walls, “So wet for me, I could just fit my whole cock in this little hole without any preparation couldn’t I?” The effects of his cardinal sin over your body could probably let him do it with zero trouble, your walls clenched immediately at the thought, squeezing around his fingers making him chuckle, “Lust looks so good on you darling.”

Jimin pushed a third finger inside you before he began to drag them into the spongy little spot that had you crying out, head finally dropping against the bed and your back arching as your body rapidly clenched around him, “F-fuck please! Please!” Your legs were shaking and you weren’t sure if your pleas were for him to stop or to keep going, your body was demanding another fill of pleasure though as your hips obediently rocked in sync with the fingers he pumped into you with such ease.

“My little mate, so needy.” Jimin let his tongue flatten back over your clit making you let out a near scream at the electric shock of pleasure he provided, fingers nearly digging into your g-spot as your little walls rapidly clenched and relaxed around him, his tongue dripping spit mixing with your wetness as he lapped over your abused clit.

The lewd sounds spilled throughout the whole room, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as the loud relieved moan escaped your lips, a loud squelch of your body clenching roughly around him fingers as the next orgasm washed over your body.

Your hips nearly spazzed as he kept going, your thighs shaking like leaves as he ruthlessly glanced down at you, tongue still rubbing over your clit making tears fall down your face as you cried, the pleasure your body craved so intensely nearly overwhelming you. You were unable to do anything but take what was being given to you as he took your little clit into his mouth, his fingers slowing down as they pumped inside of you, lewd squelching sounding through the room with every thrust of his fingers inside you.

Your voice was rasped but moans wouldn’t stop flooding your lips as the raw feeling of your gorged nub being ate alive and Jimin continuously prodded his fingers against the soft spongy spot against your walls enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes, “Go on, cum again I know you want too.” Jimin instantly attached his lips back to your clit as you cried out the orgasm that had quickly built up obediently released on his command as you sobbed gently your body still hot and aroused as he pulled his fingers out of you, delicately setting your thighs back down.

Your lower body was completely shaking and yet fresh arousal was already beginning to slide down your legs against the bed making you choke out a quiet sob, you were so aroused and yet unsure if your body could even handle anymore. Jimin gently shushed you as he wiped your tears away, “It’ll be over soon darling, do you need my cock?” You couldn’t even form a proper sentence as you nodded, he cooed once more wiping your tears before pressing a kiss against your forehead, “It’s okay my love, I’ll take good care of you.”

Your hips ached dully as he spread your thighs, the cool air of the room hitting your wet slick folds once more as you let out a breathy whimper, the intense hormones washing over you again as Jimin grabbed ahold of his cock pumping it slowly before letting it’s curve fit against your folds, dragging over your clit as he coated himself in your wetness.

Bucking your hips you let out a raspy moan as repeated the motion again, letting his fat girth drag over your gorged bud once more, “You like that sweetheart?” Jimin purred out, his own eyes lidded with pleasure as he dragged his length back down your folds, grabbing ahold of his bulbous head as he circled it over your clit making you mew out as your back arched, “Please! Please Jimin!” You whined making him lick his lips as he guided his head to your entrance.

Carefully he pushed his head in making you tense up for a moment, the horrid first time you had always heard about wasn’t anything you had anticipated. Your cunt was practically split open by his large head and yet all you felt was a mild discomfort, wetness dripping from your stretched hole as he stroked your hips, “Does it hurt?”

“N-no,” You shook your head with a rasp, needily bucking your hips to get him to push further in, “Just- uncomfortable, a little weird?” You fumbled with your words, your cheeks bright red but he only laughed, for a breath moment he looked endeared at his new mates innocence.

Slowly he eased his cock inside you making you both string out moans, pausing as he let his whole cock sit and stretch inside you, your warm velvety walls tight around him as he purred, lips pressing into your neck, “You feel so good sweetheart, so tight and pure just for me to taint.”

Letting out a small whimper your walls clenched around him, legs quickly wrapping around his waist and his words ignited your horniness once more as you tried to bounce your hips against his, “Don’t tease me! Jimin please start moving…!” You whimpered, cheeks becoming hot again and your body craving another release despite it’s hypersensitivity.

On command Jimin quickly began thrusting, his cock stretching your small walls perfectly, shaft rubbing into that soft spot that had you moaning, back arching and eyes fluttering shut, “You’re just too easy to tease though darling,” He leaned down, hips rolling fluidly and the wet sounds your body made filled the room as he dragged his tongue over your neck, “God you feel so good around my cock.”

Feeling his fingers drag down your body back to your clit forced a cry from your lips, walls clenching around him causing a loud embarrassing wet squelch that had him moaning.

Pleasure was thrumming through your body once more as you breathed out cracked moans, his cock throbbing inside you, hitting into your g-spot with every stroke, fingers deftly rubbing over your swollen abused bud as your body twisted and withered, moaning with a cry as you felt your eyes water up, “One more time kitten,” Jimin nipped at your neck encouragingly, “I know you can do it.”

It was all you needed before you let out a loud cry, moaning with it as your body became wrecked with pleasure, you could barely even notice Jimin throwing his head back with a moan at the way your walls tightened around him, eyes burning magenta as he let his cock cream deep inside you, his release nestling inside you and with it the burning of your body began to cool down, suddenly whimpering at the slightest of touch against your skin.

Jimin pulled him softening members from you as he peppered your neck in kisses, “You did so well darling.”

With each little kiss came a stifled whine from you, the full effect of how sensitive your body was beginning to wash over you, Jimin had fully drained the life force from your body and you hadn’t realized how tired you had become until your eyes closed, letting your consciousness take you at the sound of the praise Jimin gave.

Your body was in pain, your hips were stiff even just laying down and the ache between your legs had you wincing as soon as you opened your eyes, you were without a doubt sore from what had taken place. Your face felt hot at the memory and your mind was throbbing in a dull headache as you groaned, shifting a little at the feeling of the warm body tucked against you.

It was then that you noticed the hand that was stroking your hair with a delicate hum, shifting slightly you winced once more before glancing up at Jimin’s wrecked appearance, his neatly styled hair had been wild and ridden with oil, still just as naked as you were though he didn’t appear to care, “Are you okay?” He gave a small smile, tenderly let his hand run down your back as rested your head back against his chest, listening to quiet beat of his heart, “A demons mating ritual can be very taxing for humans.”

“Everything hurts,” You answered dully, making him give a small laugh, hand still comfortingly running down your body. You couldn’t help but wonder as silence took over the room, why did he need a mate? Remembering his words when you first woke up in this bed made you shifted a little before softly speaking up, “Jimin.”

“Hm?” He hummed out, releasing you from his hold as you struggled to sit up, glancing down at his laid out figure as he raised his brows.

You fidgetted a little, feeling an air of self consciousness you didn’t have before under his cardinal sin at the feeling of your nipples perked, crossing your arms shyly to hide yourself you looked away, “Why did you need a mate?”

It was a valid question you had never thought of until this moment, but since you had met, Jimin made it clear this wasn’t out of pity for you or for some sort of twisted goal, he simply needed a mate though you had never asked and he never offered.

Jimin shifted slightly before sitting up as well, letting his back rest against the headboard as he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he answered, “If a demon isn’t mated before their thousand year mark their cardinal sin becomes amplified to the point of no return. I’d be like a starved incubai for the rest of my life, never sated and constantly rutting into someone or something. It could be worse but my time was running out, I have too many important responsibilities both in Hell and on the surface to let my cardinal sin run me. It just worked out that you were in need of a mate as well.”

It became quiet once more as you shifted against the soft mattress, you supposed it made sense, becoming unsated for the rest of your life did sound miserable and with the way he put it, it sounded as if he’d constantly be in a rut, even if this was an unlikely duo.

You’d make it work, Jimin wasn’t bad company and at the very least you could’ve ended up locked away in Hell for eternity mated to Greed or worse, you could be dead.

Jimin reached out, letting his hand brushed the hair over your shoulder, his touch warm and soft making you shudder slightly at the cold nip of the room, unable to resist you could feel a warm bond in your chest tightening as you felt the urge to coil in closer, “For what it’s worth, I think you’re a lovely mate.” Jimin teases lightly, making your cheeks dust pink as he tugged against your arm.

Without any protest you scooted closer to him, allowing his arms to wrap around you as he set his chin again your shoulder.

You felt weird at this new sensation, aware that it was your mating bond but still odd nonetheless on how innate being close to him at suddenly became, “I don’t have a problem with your reasoning, mine wasn’t any better,” You replied dryly before shrugging a little, ignoring the ache that continued to remind you of the event that had taken place earlier, “I was just curious why it was necessary for you.”

Jimin pressed a kiss into your hair, the odd light bond in your chest thrumming happily as you curled into him closer, “Well you have an answer, I just wish we could’ve had more time to properly form a bond before hand and I could explain what would take place. I’m sure taking on my cardinal sin wasn’t pleasant.”

He soothingly let his hand run down to your thigh, the pads of his fingers brushing over the skin delicately, “But at least down we can properly become acquainted without any looming threats, we can even visit your family on the surface as soon as you can properly walk.”

You slapped his arm making him chuckle as you glared down at the mattress, your gaze however softened after a moment and your chest stirred as you sighed, “That would be nice…I’m sure my guardian would love to host for a demon.”

Jimin seemed to notice the way you attempted to keep your voice level and upbeat as he let his hand run back up to your hair, petting against your hair before murmuring the question you had been expecting, “Guardian? Has your family passed on?”

“I don’t know.” You murmured with a sigh, the room had become quiet once more and Jimin was patiently waiting for you to continue, it wasn’t a pleasant memory by any means but your bond was almost making you feel obligated to go ahead and share it.

“I was young when it happened,” You explained while leaning against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head down before you felt a soft peck against your hair once more, “I don’t even remember much of any of it anymore. But…” You paused for a moment, pressing your brows together, “We were in a carriage and it had come to an abrupt stop, I don’t remember what my father had said but the next thing I knew the door had opened and I was the first to be pulled out.”

The memory was vague and brought you nothing but grief your whole life ripped away from you in just mere seconds, Jimin soothingly curled his arms around you listening patiently, “They were like a cult, black robes and faces hidden behind hoods, one had some sort of dagger in his hands, I thought he was gonna kill me but they ended up throwing me off to the side. I had to have bruised or broken something because it hurt to breathe and I could hardly stand.”

Sighing you let your fingers trace a pattern against his warm skin before you gave a small shrug, “And then they took them, my parents, kicking and screaming trying to fight. My sister was left in the carriage, she was just a newborn at the time and I tried going back to her, but…” you could feel guilt fester in your stomach as you sighed, “I ended up passing out and next thing I knew I woke up at my guardians house, she had been out along the rode searching for what herbs hadn’t withered from the cold when she found me. We went back just along the road outside of Incúrsio where our carriage was to find her but we were too late,”

You sighed, guilt would be useless now but still even as a small child you couldn’t help but take on that burden, she was your younger sister and you couldn’t even remember her name anymore, “She was gone, I don’t know if they came back for her, or if something…” You shuddered at the thought making Jimin give you a little squeeze.

“Perhaps she’s still out there, your parents could be alive as well.” Jimin offered softly, his thumbs rubbing into your skin soothingly, a mates touch relaxing you unlike you had ever known despite not even truly knowing the man that held you, “In fact, Incúrsio is right along one of the largest trading routes, I’m sure someone found her.”

You heart felt a little more at ease at the idea of your sister out there somewhere, perhaps living a more normal life then you, maybe she was living in the luxury she deserved, you could only pray she was, “I just hope she’s happy, wherever she is.”

Laughing softly Jimin pressed a kiss against your neck, “Well I’m sure she is, and the same could be said for you as well. Maybe we can find her in the future, we only have the rest of eternity together.”

You couldn’t help the smile that curled on your lips as your nose wrinkled at his words, pulling away as you raised your brows, “I can’t believe I really agreed to something so...indefinite.”

Snorting his own laugh Jimin let the smile quirk on his lips as he replied, “But you’ll come to love me anyways, I’m absolutely confident.” He sent you a wink making you roll your eyes, the bond between you both once more thrumming happily.

Perhaps he was right, maybe, just maybe, you would come to love him, regardless of what may come you doubt you’d ever admit it to him, even for the rest of eternity you refused to give him the satisfaction.

“We’ll see Lust, we’ll see.” You clacked your tongue, both smiling at each other and though mating was always done out of love but he sure did make one hell of a great friend too.

[we-be-writing-bts-stuff]

Tainted Pt. 1

Pairing: TBD (fem!reader)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2845

Plot: Being a vampire is hard and confusing

Warnings: lot of talks/mentions of vampiric feeding, lack of eating/nourishment (she doesn’t like to feed), mc lowkey/highkey has something similar to an eating disorder, blood, injuries, mc is not happy with her life and expresses it, talk and mentions of death, mc’s death is described, guns, self-loathing, self-hatred, mc has a lot of internal issues due to being a vampire and all that comes with it, this is kinda dark and will delve into dark things, mc's death scene/how she becomes a vampire,

A/N: This is fully a self indulgent fic for me. I want you to look through the warnings carefully before reading. This is not going to be a light read. It will be heavy and dark and the mc will have a lot of self-loathing and hatred for herself. She is in a constant fight with herself about her vampirism and what that means. If you do tread forward with this story, I hope you enjoy. Thank you for giving it a chance. All of the members will show up at some point in the series ~Bagel

The chill from the winter air nips at your exposed skin. Snow was beginning to fall and you were stuck once again trying to find a place to stay for the night. It was definitely an option to stay outside, you didn’t feel like doing that tonight. You could feel the exhaustion settle in from the lack of feedings and sleep that you’ve been putting yourself through. It was your sign to find someone and eat even if that was the last thing you wanted. You hated devolving into the monster that you knew you were. The longer you went between feedings, the more human you could feel and sometimes you could convince yourself that you weren’t a vampire. That everything that happened that fateful night was a dream. That everything in your life after you met Yoongi was nothing more than a hallucination.

With a sigh, you take out your cell phone from your coat pocket. You couldn’t stay out in the cold for the night. Clicking through the various screens until you got to the contacts page. You didn’t have many numbers in your phone so it was easy to find who you were looking for. Your finger hovers over the name and you try to convince yourself to call. With a deep breath, you press down and bring the phone to your ear.

“Jin. Can I stay with you tonight?”

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It doesn’t take you long to arrive at his shared apartment. It's a timid knock from you that alerts Jin to your presence. It was late and the snow had only gotten worse as you walked to the building. The snowflakes stuck to you and refused to melt until you were inside. The tall male smiles warmly as he opens the door and sees you on the other side. He brings you into a hug before you can register what is happening. A soft smile forming on your face at the seldom felt affection. Your arms wrapping loosely around his waist before he pulls away and gestures for you to enter the home. You’re immediately hit with three different masculine scents. Which made sense since three brothers lived in this space. But if you focused further you could pick up on at least two more feminine scents that still lingered. Although those ones were old and it had been a few days since they were last here.

Jin takes your coat from you to hang it up as you take off your shoes. Sighing in content at finally being able to relax. Your backpack filled with your few possessions was put near the couch which would serve as your bed for tonight.

“So, how are you? Have you been taking care of yourself?” He asks carefully. You knew him well enough to understand what the underlying concern of his was. You knew he meant well, but you hated that he was dragged into this to begin with. Let alone worrying about your feeding schedule.

“Jin, I don’t want to talk about myself. Calling you to stay here for the night was hard enough. I don’t need you to worry about my feedings as well.” You tell him. Trying to shut down the conversation before it can really begin.

“Well, I want to talk about it.” He says. Arms crossing over his chest and an eyebrow raising. “It’s been at least a month since I’ve last seen you and I know you fed not too long before then. I truly hope you’ve gotten something since.”

“I said I’m not going to talk about it. I just need to sleep. That’s it.” You push once more to end the talk before he pushes it further. Your patience wore thin and your voice was tense.

“Y/N,” his voice softens along with his expression. Reaching out to rest a hand on your shoulder. “I can tell that you’ve been starving yourself. Your face is gaunt and you’ve been looking at me like I’m a five star meal. You can’t blame me for being worried about a friend.”

“Get off my back! I’m fine. I’ve been telling you that I’m fine since I’ve gotten here. I will be fine for another week before things get dire.” You snap at him. Pushing his hand away from you. Your temper had always been short and due to your hunger it was even shorter. Jin’s constant pushing and refusal to stop causes you to break.

“You know you can use me. I don’t mind you taking my blood every few weeks so you aren’t starving yourself. Hell, you could live here if you wanted to. I know you won’t be a burden or a nuisance.” He offers. You’re shaking your head before he can even finish speaking.

“I’m not going to drink your blood again Jin. You’re a friend and shouldn’t even know about me being a vampire.”

“You have in the past and clearly haven’t hurt me. And we both know you wouldn’t kill me. Why not do it again?” He asks. “I don’t like seeing you hurting like this.”

“Enough! I will walk out this door if you don’t drop this right now Jin. I am fine for another week. Please just drop it.” You warn. The threat being enough for him to stop pressing you for now. Raising his hands in defeat.

“Okay. I’ll leave you be.” He begins to walk away. Gesturing to the pillows and blankets that he had grabbed when you first called him. “The offer is still on the table and you know where to find me if you change your mind. Good night Y/N.” He says softly. Turning to walk down the hallway to his room. You watch as he leaves your line of sight. Closing the door most of the way, but leaving it open just in case.

You sigh and grab one of the pillows. Placing it at one end as you gently lay yourself on the piece of furniture after turning off the lights. Closing your eyes as you place your head on the pillow. You could hear the soft snore of one person and the soft hum of a video coming from another room. You could also hear Jin walking around his room and doing whatever it was that he needed to do before sleeping. With a deep sigh you push away any thoughts or feelings that were lingering around. Finally getting comfortable enough to drift into sleep. Your mind turns off and you begin to dream.

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The night starts like any other. You were walking back to the home you shared with your family. It was late and you were tired from the long day you had at work. The weather was beginning to cool down and you had to pull the jacket you had closer to your body to try to retain more of your body heat. Heels clicking against the stone of the side paths as you walked in near silence. Just the far off noises of the city filling the air as you made your way home as fast as possible.

It started out with muffled yelling off in the distance that you almost didn’t notice. You knew that you shouldn’t have followed it or tried to figure out what was happening, but your feet were moving before you could stop yourself. The path brought you farther and farther from the safety of the city lights. The voices became clearer as you moved closer. You were soon looking into the alley with several men. One was on his knees and bloody with a gun pressed to his head, as a handful of other men circled him. You couldn’t understand what they were saying nor did you care much by this point. The sight was too shocking to focus on what was being said between them. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth in an effort to hide any noises.

That didn’t help the scream that left you when the gun went off. The back of the mystery man’s head splattered against the brick wall as the gunshot reverberates around you. You’re frozen in place until a sharp pain hits your chest. A gasp falling from your lips as you fell to the ground. Your body collapsed painfully as you connected to the concrete. Another cry leaving you at the added trauma.

“What the hell?”

“What?! She saw us kill this fucking man! What was I supposed to do?” You hear the bickering between the men as you laid there. Beginning to feel warmth spread through your body despite the snow and wind. The world around you quickly becomes fuzzy and quieting down. The voices sounded far off in the distance. Flashes of your family filled your mind.

“Hey! What’s happening?” This new voice boomed in the quiet but chaotic atmosphere. Causing the men that shot you to curse and scramble to run away before they were caught. Leaving behind you and their other victim for whoever was continuing to come closer.

You heard the person curse when they found you and felt when they shook you lightly to get you to respond to their question. Trying to speak only made you mutter out something slurred and unintelligible. Your eyes barely open to see a man kneeling next to you. The brim from his hat shielding his features as he tried to assess the damage. His mouth turned into a tight and pained line before he reached forward to feel your weakening pulse. A sharp intake of air filled your lungs as you registered his freezing hands pressed against your skin.

Your gaze became unfocused as you fought against losing consciousness. The male biting into his own wrist and pressing it to your mouth. Begging you to drink from him before you began to fade fully into dark. The last thing you remember is the piercing feeling from his teeth as he bites into your neck as you scream into the night.

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You wake with a start. The pain in your neck is still lingering by the time you sit up. Gasping out for breath and hand moving up to your wound. Eyes flying around the room to try to figure out where you were. Light was filtering through the room and there were sounds of someone in the kitchen. You calm down when you remember the previous night of calling Jin and making your way to his place. There was a blanket sitting bunched around your waist due to you sitting up so suddenly. A soft frown on your face as you try to figure out where you had gotten this blanket. The noises from the kitchen stop and you hear soft footsteps move towards the living room. The middle brother soon fills your vision. He was still in his pajamas, hair mused, and glasses perched on his nose as he held a mug of coffee. Pausing and smiling when he noticed you were up.

“Good morning Y/N.” He says. “I thought you might have been cold so I gave you the blanket.” You nod and look down at the fabric. Nodding and looking back up at him.

“Uh, thanks. You didn’t have to Joon.” You tell him. A soft and forced smile gracing your face. “I’m sorry to take over your space. I needed a place to stay and I knew that Jin would be willing to help.” You begin to explain. The male shakes his head before he sits in front of the impromptu desk he made out of the coffee table. His laptop opened up to something you weren’t sure of and several papers scattered around the surface.

“You don’t have to apologize. You’re a great person and I’m happy that we can help you. You’ve always been willing to help us when we need it.” He tells you. A sharp pang of guilt shot through your unbeating heart at that. It only felt like you were taking from them and never giving as much as they did. Hiding so much about yourself from all of them over the time that you knew them. “Do you want some food or some coffee or anything? I can grab you some.”

“No. Thank you for the offer but I’m okay. I’m not hungry when I first wake up, but I would love to steal the shower for a bit.” You tell him. Already standing up to grab your bag and walking to the bathroom once he gave you the okay. Sighing and relaxing when the door closes behind you.

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The bathing and primping that you were putting yourself through wasn’t really necessary, but it always made you feel better. Helping you to clear your mind and mentally prepare for the upcoming days. Especially when you had flashbacks to the night you were turned, times like these were vital to recover from the hard memory.

You were staring into the foggy mirror at your reflection. You look sickly and tired. Your eyes were sunken in and the dark circles were prominent under them. Your hair hangs limply against your face and water droplets drip against the sink. You had been avoiding looking at yourself for the last week. You knew you looked bad, but not this bad. Prolonging your feeding for this long wreaked havoc on your body and this is how it manifested. Making you face the truth and start to figure out how you would fix this problem. A knock jostles you out of your thoughts and forces you back to the present.

“Jin! I need to shower! Get your ass out of there!” The deep voice from the other side calls out to you.

“It’s not Jin!” You call back. You could almost feel the embarrassment from the youngest male through the thick wood as he goes deathly silent. The soft grumbling coming from him even ceases after he hears you. With a hum, you open the door with a soft smile. “Hello Taehyung. Did you sleep well?” A soft lilt to your voice as you look up to the man.

He clears his throat and nods. Straightening his back before answering you. “Yeah. I slept fine. Did you? I didn’t know that you were here.” He admits.

“Yeah. It was fine. The bathroom is all yours.” You tell him. Brushing past him to make your way to the others. “Enjoy your shower.” You call back before the door shuts a bit too forcefully. A soft giggle leaving you as he mumbles to himself once again.

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“Well, I’m going to head out boys! It’s been great and thank you for letting me stay the night but I need to get going.” You announce to the older brothers. Namjoon frowns and looks up from the book in his hands as Jin opens his mouth to begin to argue with you.

“Nope. You are staying here. You look like shit and I will not let you go. Not with all the snow outside.” Jin says firmly. Grabbing your bag before you can.

“You know better than anyone that I’m fine and that I’ll be fine Jin. A little snow is nothing.” You brush off the concern with a wave of your hand. Reaching out to try to grab your bag back from him.

“I know you’re beyond capable, but I have to agree with Jin. You really should stay. At least for a day or two. The weather is supposed to pick up after that and then we won’t feel as bad.” Namjoon tries to reason. Standing up after placing his book to the side and walking towards you.

“See! Two to one. It’s settled, you’re staying here.” Jin says. A huge grin on his face as he reaches out and spins you around to guide you back to the couch. “And while you’re here, maybe you can help Namjoon with his research. It’s about folklore with an emphasis on vampires.”

The mere mention causes you to tense up and your eyes widen. Your head snapping back to look at the man pushing you currently. The grin was still there and his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You really don’t have to but it would be nice to have another set of eyes to look over it at least. Jin keeps saying that you are knowledgeable about all of this and as much as these two try, it's not the same as having someone that knows something about the material checking the paper.” Namjoon explains. You could hear him trying to justify the older’s statement and you felt any walls that you may have still had crumble around you. The academic was too cute as he became flustered and began to explain the premise of the thesis.

“Joon. It’s okay. I’ll help how I can. Although I don’t know how much I really can. I’m not nearly as learned as you are.” You tell him as you sit back down and lean over to look at the words he had written already. Settling in for the rest of the day.

[etherealluminescence]

NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPT 2020

Prompt : 『Dessert - “Is it too sweet?”』 DAY O3

Pairing : 『Napoleon x MC/Reader』

Note at the bottom!

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It was lively as ever in the residential mansion for cheers and congratulations were being said in the dining room as everyone huddled up together to watch the birthday boy. A certain charismatic vampire was sat in the middle of everyone smiling as he opened his gifts one by one.

“You seem really happy, Leon.” You whispered in his ear. Well, the very suggestion to throw this style of birthday party was by his dear nunuche, so of course he would be happy. Napoleon chuckled from how cute you were being and ruffled your hair, causing you to pout.

“I’m sorry, but I really am happy.” Napoleon replied, only to gain a big smile from you. If he liked his party so far, just wait until he gets his final gift from you! You spent hours trying to learn how to bake cake just for him. He always treated you well and fed you and gave you the time of your life, with occasional teasing, so you wanted to give him back tenfold.

A few hours passed and the celebration soon came to an end. Some, Arthur, were drunk while others were tired and wish the two of you a nice night. With only you, Napoleon, and Sebastian left after cleaning up, you hinted to Sebastian to give you two some time alone.

After he left, you practically threw your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his neck. Now that it was just the two of you, you were starting to feel embarassed. Was the cake okay? Would he think it was selfish of you to not share the cake with everyone just because you wanted it to be for him and you alone? Did he even like cake? Questions buzzed in your head the longer you spent holding him.

“Nunuche, are you okay?” Napoleon asked, brushing your hair to the side and patting your back. Lifting your head off of his neck, you put on your big girl face and explained.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, but don’t laugh, okay?” You went around to the kitchen and pulled out a neatly decorated one layer chocolate cake with strawberry rose swirl buttercream all around it. Carefully, you put the cloche on it and brought it back to Napoleon.

“What’s this?” Napoleon asked, causing you to smile triumphantly. Normally he had the upper hand, but now you were going to be the bold one. Forgetting all your past worries, you lift the cloche and presented the cake to him.

Napoleon stared at you for a good second before asking, “Did you make this?” You pouted. Was your baking skill really that bad that he didn’t believe you could make a birthday cake?

Replying with a quick yes, you go and grab two plates, some cutlery, and a big knife. Returning, you cut the cake before he could tease you and put it on the plate. “Today’s your birthday, and you’re always doing so much for me that I really want to thank you. You’ve made me so incredibly happy, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Leon. So until midnight, let me take care of you.” You managed to say, albeit with an extremely flushed face.

It was Napoleon’s turn to blush. Never had he thought his Nunuche could be cuter than she already was, but here she is saying something so adorable. Smiling, Napoleon opened his mouth as you fed him a piece.

The happy moment was short lived by Napoleon twisting his face. Quickly, you grabbed some milk and poured him a cup. All your worry from before cams flooding back to you. Did you really think you could bake? Or course you can’t become a master in two weeks, you should of tried earlier.

Seeing your mood change, Napoleon patted your head and placed you onto his lap. “It’s not bad Nunuche, but it was a bit sweet.” He tried to console you.

Taking a bite of cake yourself, your face twisted in disgust from the amount of chocolate, frosting, and whatever extract you put in that cake. Maybe next time you’ll measure the ingredients properly, you completely understand where Napoleon was coming from.

“Is it too sweet for you too?” He chuckled placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Blushing from embarrassment and the kiss, you stuck your tongue out at him and went to put the cake back in the fridge. Maybe Theo would eat it, who knows how he eats that much sugar.

Returning to Napoleon’s room, the two of you spent the night cuddling in each other’s arms whispering sweet nothings and praises of each other. “You know, you could do one last thing to make my birthday better, right? You said you’d please me until midnight.” He teased.

At least he will be eating something sweet that night.

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👉👈 I saw this on @kissmetwicekissmedeadly blog. I really wanted to attempt this, as I’ve been meaning to get into ikevamp writing, and I have played his route 👀 I think it was my 3rd? Or 4th-. So I can at least semi confidently say I know his personality.

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to write this on the day of his birthday or not, so I just chose his birthday. I know this is bad but I really wanted to participate. 🥺 I hate my writing style now have a good day

[ddaenggtan]

666 Butterfly Kisses | ksj | m

The Most Unedited™️. I wrote this straight in Tumblr drafts like a heathen so I barely got a word count for y’all. Entirely here because @personawife loves 666jin despite having known nOTHING about him and also because @minyoonkeeks is the biggest jin stan ever and deserves jin smut on her our birthday, even if its the unedited trash this is dammit, so happy birthday keeks, i hOPE it isn’t awful and lives up to the Jin Standard

-note: this can be read as a standalone, but is part of my 666verse, with the same MC as the other two, which I really should make a masterlist for at this point. This is set somewhere around Renaissance Italy, but like, not really. I know nothing about history except what I know from Assassin's Creed so.

Warnings/Genre | vamp!reader, fae prince!jin, historicalish, sword fighting (not an innuendo), oral: female, throat riding (yes, you read that right), unprotected sex (you are not a vampire or a fae or in renaissance Italy, but you cAN get stis and babies, plEASE use condoms), creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, praise, slight blood drinking mentions at the end but nothing graphic

pairing | ksj x reader

word count | 4.7k

Cool air brushes your shoulders as you strut onto the balcony. The ballroom is crowded and loud and hot, especially with the several layers to your dress. The twilight air is soothing against your heated skin, and you do your best to ignore the way the lace at the edges of your mask tickles your skin.

You only stay outside for a minute; there's too much to do for you to keep to yourself for longer than a moment. Your friends - if you can call them that; you have no doubt they would stick a knife in your back the moment it became beneficial to them - are still suspicious and on edge. Not without reason, either. Tonight would be the best night for an assassination; crowded and masked and distracting as the ball is, it's almost too easy to sneak inside.

As proved by the man wandering in from the courtyard.

Your eyes stay on him as he enters the ball and begins to mingle; whatever fabric his clothes are made of is transcendent. They sparkle in the candlelight and ripple like water as he struts around the room, accented by the golden accessories and trim. His mask matches, a beautiful gold with black around the edges designed to mimic a butterfly, and it all sets off the tan of his skin in a most beautiful way.

It's curious; you would know if you'd seen him before, you're sure, yet someone as starkly noticeable as he would be a terrible assassin.

Nevertheless, you're here to do a job and gain a favor, so you make your way back into the ballroom. You catch his eye for a brief second, sending a coy smile before curtsying lightly and disappearing into the throng of dancers.

The dancing of this century is much more structured than before; it brings you comfort to know that so long as you know the steps, you can't make a fool of yourself. Your partner for the moment is a well-known merchant. He's not particularly handsome, or charismatic, but he's kind enough, and his hands don't wander.

Still, you catch the mysterious stranger's eye several times as he joins the dancing himself. The light catches on his jeweled throat-piece nearly much as it catches on your own ruby that's situated on your chest, just shy of being proper.

The partners change, and you catch his eye once more. You bite back a smile when you see him dancing with Lady Montilyet, a sweet girl who knows more than she should about you but never fails to get flustered when you wink at her. Her cheeks tint when you catch her eye, and the Butterfly looks intrigued when he next looks at you.

Too soon your partners change again and you lose track of him, distracted with keeping wandering hands away from the dagger stored in your bodice and the poison stashed in your hollowed ring. They're there as precautions, of course, one can never be too careful, but there are a handful of people here who are acutely aware of just how willing you are to use them, should the situation arise.

"Someone is deep in thought." You blink and smile when you find Butterfly before you, bowing deeply for the start of the dance.

"I was," You agree as you curtsy in return. "Surely you don't wish to hear about a lady's idle thoughts, though, good sir."

"You may call me Farfalla," He says easily, taking one of your hands in his and leading you in the steps. "May I have your name in return?"

"You may call me whatever you wish," You tell him; it's habit at this point. You don't think anyone there knows the name you were born with, and it's been so long ago that even you only remember because you force yourself to do so.

"Well then," Butterfly - Farfalla - says with an amused grin, "I shall call you Fiora. All butterflies are attracted to flowers, are they not?"

"Some," You agree. He spins you in the air in time with the others and you ignore the rush of elation that comes with it. It's a new feeling; you're usually better than this at remaining impartial to potential assassins. "Now what is a butterfly such as yourself doing in a garden such as this?"

"I could ask the same of you," He counters. "I'm sure I've never seen such a beautiful flower. Not in a Medici garden, for sure."

"Is a Medici garden somehow lesser?" You ask, surprised. He may as well have just spat in their faces, at their own event no less. Your allies have their fair share of enemies, but none so bold as to insult them so obviously.

"Not at all," He says as he steps back into a deep bow. "Merely an observation that they tend to choose their blooms for popularity, when the most stunning of gardens are cultivated for the rarity of the blossom and the beauty of the petal."

You dip into a curtsy but before you can ask him anything else, he's whisked away by the giggling wife of some beaurocrat and you're left to politely decline the invitation to continue from someone in a swan mask. Instead you turn and make your way carefully towards the back of the room, where you know Niccoló is lurking, and you oretend you can't feel the weight of the Butterfly's eyes on you the whole way.

--

The night is calming down slightly. The drunkards have either passed out or left and now all that's left is the hundred or so people who have actual business to conclude. You can see Giovanni near the doors to the balcony, chatting amicably with Leonardo. At least, it looks amicable. You never know with Giovanni; he tends to smile while he watches people drown.

You run your palms over the skirts of your dress, cursing the fabric. It's the softest silk available and yet it still feels coarse to the touch after feeling the Butterfly's garments. Even if he is an assassin, you really need to find out who his tailor is, because snyone that can stitch the night sky together and drape it over someone's shoulders like that needs to be in your employ. Speaking of the Butterfly, your eyes dart around for the millionth time, doing their best to spot the tall man amidst the crowd. It's curious that you haven't been abke to, because he's done nothing but draw your eye all night. He's proven charismatic and charming, always ready with a witty quip or a perfectly chosen compliment, and you wish it didn't make heat roll under your skin.

The waning candlelight has you nervous; the wicks are burned nearly to the base, and the smell of it always makes your stomach turn. It also adds to the shadows in the room, providing ample areas to hide away. It's useful for you, of course, but also for anyone else.

Particularly butterflies.

With a sudden gust of air, the balcony doors burst open; the scent of camellias drifts in with them and you frown at the familiarity of it. You're already moving, taking advantage of the way everyone has stilled as half the remaining candles have blown out. You remember where Giovanni and Niccoló were, for the most part, and when you get close, you can only just catch the glimpse of gold darting away.

When you get there, Niccoló is cradling Giovanni on the ground and waves you off.

"He's fine, just startled, go, now," Niccoló tells you. You bristle slightly at being given orders from a mere human, but you also know that he's right. You're off down the halls without another moment wasted, chasing the twinkling stars kf fabric down the halls. It's pitch black and you're glad for your superior vision as you run, otherwise you'd likely have lost your target long ago.

You turn the corner into a long entryway and barely duck out of the way as an ornately carved dagger flies at your face. You pull your own out and tuck it against your arm.

"I see this butterfly bites," You call. There's a stifled laugh from the room, and you hate that you're endeared by the sound.

"Says the flower who hid her thorns," He calls back. You dart inside and behind a column, avoiding another dagger in the process. A careful peek around the stone shows that he's had a similar idea; you can just catch a glimpse of his soft brown hair peeking out. The glint of light against steel catches your eye and you realize he's picked up a sword somewhere. That won't do at all, not when you've just got a dagger. You look around and smile when you catch sight of two of Giovanni's rapiers mounted on the wall.

"Did you really expect me not to have thorns?" You call to him, tiptoeing your way around the column and towards the one beside it. Your footsteps are muffled against the marble floor, and you're hoping your voice does more to distract from them.

"No, flowers that pretty always have thorns," Butterfly says with a laugh in his voice. You can hear him moving as well, and you dart towards the rapiers as another dagger slams into the stone where your head was.

You rip the blade off the wall and duck behind a column again, doing your best to ignore the fire burning under your skin. No one's gotten to you like this in a long while, and you'll be damned if you let a would-be assassin do so.

"So tell me," You call into the echoes of the hall, ears straining to hear if he's moving. "Why would a butterfly want to kill one of the de Medicis?"

A noise almost like a scoff echoes around you, bouncing off the marble. You can't pinpoint where he is, and your eyes strain to see him even with your enhanced vision.

"Why would a flower?" He whispers into your ear. You jump and turn, dagger swinging wide toward where his voice was. It's a useless attempt, too easy for him to dodge as his own rapier slices through the air towards you. You parry and step back, doing your best to regain control.

"Flowers can be poisonous, but only to those who treat them wrong," You tell him, attempting a thrust and jab only for him to sidestep.

"Butterflies are the same, and yet I'm left with no real answers." He attempts his own jab that you quickly deflect, and the banter quiets for a while as you both focus on the swordfight. He's a skilled opponent, definitively better than you are; he moves with a grace and fluidity you've never seen before, and it only makes the heat in your belly that much worse. The hunger begins to seep in as well, and your vision clouds as your mind wanders to what he might taste like.

It's a poor thing to think, especially since it gives him the opening he needs. Moments later he has you against the wall, the blade of the rapier balanced carefully against your throat. You bite back a curse, but he can no doubt see it in the twitch of your nose and curl of your lip.

"So do I get an answer before you kill me?" You ask him. "Why would you want Giovanni dead?"

"Me?" He asks, a laugh in his voice. "You're the one trying to kill him." You cock a brow, barely visible over your mask.

"I assure you, I am not. It's a terrible businessman what kills his customers."

Butterfly frowns and his eyes narrow slightly. He reaches a gloved hand up and runs his thumb across your cheek, a light touch that makes you shiver nonetheless. It's only a breath later that he's tugging your mask off and studying your face.

"You," He says softly. "Vampire?"

"Yes," You say, letting your mouth hang open slightly so he can the fangs at each side. "And how do you know of me and mine?"

He grins, amused and secretive. "I trust you aren't one to bite the hand that feeds you, then." The wink he sends almost has you laughing at his joke.

Almost.

"No promises about the hand that has a blade to my throat," You warn. His lips quirk in an unvoiced laugh and he steps back, sliding his rapier back into place on his hip.

"I'm not trying to kill Giovanni," Butterfly says. "I owed him a favor that I'm repaying, much as I suspect you are, by being a watchful eye at his events for the time being."

It makes more sense than him being an assassin. He'd be a terrible assassin; he draws too much attention.

"You were running because...?"

"I thought I saw someone run this way. And then I was being chased, and assumed you were trying to kill me instead now."

"Fair assumption, I suppose." You can still feel his chest against yours, the scent of peach blossoms on the air around him. He hasn't stepped away at all, and your mouth is watering with the need to taste him.

"You look hungry, petal," He whispers. There's a laugh in his voice and you have to admit, it only makes him more attractive. A vision appears, him sprawled underneath as you taste him, but he steps back a ways before you can. "Go get dinner. I'll tell Giovanni and Niccoló that there was nothing to worry about tonight."

He's gone before you can protest. You didn't even see him move; one minute he was there and now he's not, no sign that he even existed save for the mask at your feet.

Your hands tremble slightly as you pick it up, and you don't know why but you hold on to it the entire way to your home.

---

Weeks pass. You haven't seen him again, not at any of the parties that Giovanni throws or the meetings that Niccoló organizes. Nowhere, no matter how much you look.

You mourn that fact as you sit at your vanity, silk sleeping gown cascading down your crossed legs. Your mirror is useless; its made with silver and offers no reflection, and you hope that there will be something better in the next hundred years so that you can stop relying on your maids to make you look respectable.

The window to your room clicks open with a breeze, the scent of peach blossoms strong on the air before he appears. You watch it happen in the mirror; the swirl of shadow and mist and flowers before he steps inside completely.

"At least I ask for an invitation first," You tell him. "Imagine the scandal if anyone were to know you sneak into an unwed woman's rooms at the dead of night."

He steps forward and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Apologies," He whispers. "It did take me a fair while to find your abode, though. And I am a very busy man." He looks up into the mirror and smiles at where your reflection should be. He's even more gorgeous without the mask; full pillow lips, soft brown eyes, bone structure that humans would kill to be born with.

"I suppose the fae prince is indeed a busy man." The way he stiffens only confirms your suspicions, and the fact that you were right just spurs you on. "I can't imagine what he would be doing here with me."

"Maybe he likes not being treated like a prince for once."

"Maybe he should tell me what he wants so we can make an arrangement that will suit both of us."

"Is it not enough that I want you?" He groans, burrowing his nose into your neck and inhaling. "Won't you give yourself to me?"

"No," You tell him simply. He pouts as you stand, but he doesn't fight you as you push him towards the lush bed at the far end of the room. "But I will give you this one night."

"I'll take it," He says.

His lips are on yours in a heartbeat, sealing your deal and encouraging the fire between your legs. You push him back until he sits on the bed and you climb up to straddle him, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs to keep you steady.

"You're radiant," He tells you. "Breathtaking in so many ways."

"Stop talking," You respond as you dart down to suck a bruise onto his neck. You've not been able to stop thinking about it; marking it, drinking from it, his throat has featured in nearly every fantasy that you've had lately and you're more than ready to taste the real thing.

He goes without resistance when you push him onto his back, pulling your hips down to grind against the tent in his pants. Your wetness is already seeping through the silk of your gown and you can't find it in you to be embarrassed.

"On my face," He says, panting. "Want you to ride my tongue." Heat hits you again and you nod. You like to think you're always graceful, but you know how you must look, scrambling to hike your gown up to your waist and plant your knees on either side of his head.

He isn't afraid to tease, giving soft kitten licks to the sensitive skin of your thigh before darting in to lap at your folds for real. Your moans can't be contained so you don't try; you've had several bed partners, but none have felt like this between your legs.

"Christ, Butterfly-"

"Jin," He says, hands gripping your ass to lift you up. "You can call me Jin tonight." He's back to work in no time, tongue dipping into your tight heat to swirl around before licking up to your clit so he can suckle on it.

"God, Jin, yes!" Your hands grip his hair tightly and he moans into your folds at the feeling. It only spurs him on, sucking hard on your clit before he starts to fully fuck you with his tongue. It's a glorious feeling and you nearly cum just from that as you grind yourself down onto him. It's been too long since you had a partner as enthusiastic as you are, and it shows with the way your legs tighten around his neck.

A strangled choke comes from between your thighs and you lift off him immediately.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No," He interrupts. With a brief scoot, he's watching you with eyes blown black, your wetness dripping down to land on his neck. His chin is already soaked, but something about seeing yourself on his neck - something you've already fantasized about tasting - has your hips moving in aborted thrusts.

He notices and cocks a brow. It only lasts a moment before realization creeps over him, eyes turning impossibly darker as his grip on your thighs tightens. He moves one hand to the small of your back, guiding you carefully down until your folds rest against his throat.

"What...what are you-"

"Ride," He commands. There's power in his voice, an authority that even you can't question, so you do. Your hips are guided by his hand on your back, and you can't lie, it's heavenly. His throat is thick and firm against your heat, and provides the perfect amount of pressure to your aching clit. His Adam's apple hits you just right, and you're moaning before you can even register the sound. Jin himself is clearly into it; the hand not on your back has disappeared, and if you cared enough to pay attention, you might look back to see it rubbing gently at his hardened length.

As it stands though, he's gasping for breath against your weight and the way it makes his throat clench makes you clench in return. You grind hard against his throat and he moans - loud and unabashed; the vibrations go straight to your clit, and the heat inside of you nearly explodes at the feeling. It's one thing to hear someone moan, and it's another thing to feel them moan while they eat you out. But to feel their throat vibrate with pleasure as you ride it?

Transcendent.

You raise slightly to allow him to breathe, hips still grinding mercilessly against his skin for any sense of friction. He pushes you back down and gives you a taunting smile.

"Are you close, petal?" He asks, vibrations from his voice making you whine. "You're so close just from grinding on my throat. I wonder what would happen if I touched you right now. Would you cum for me so easily?" You whimper and nod.

"Please, Jin, I want to cum," you gasp. Something about it strikes a nerve in him, because he groans again. You're already half-gone, but then he swallows; his Adam's apple hits your clit hard and your orgasm explodes through you.

Jin waits until you're finished spasming on top of him before he flips you around, carefully laying you back on your bed before stripping out of his shirt and unlacing his leather breeches to pull himself out.

You'd heard rumors about the fae, of course; everyone said they were supernaturally gifted in certain areas. You'd previously thought that was all a trick, one of the many ways they use their magic to goad humans into selling their souls. Looking at Jin, though, is a learning experience. There's no magic in the way that he weighs down his hand, or the throbbing purple of his head. Not in the way he strokes it slow and languid as he settles between your thighs.

The stretch as he slides into you is all too real, and has you quaking around him.

"Oh my god, Jin," You gasp, hands darting up to grip his broad shoulders. "Fuck, you're huge."

"Thank you," He chuckles, continuing to press his length into you. It isn't hard; you're soaked and relaxed after your orgasm, and all too willing to take every inch he gives you. When he finally bottoms out, you both groan, your pussy contracting around his thick shaft.

No one that big had ever been inside you, and he was reaching places nobody else ever had.

"Fuck, my pretty petal," He whispers as he slides halfway put before pushing back in. "You're so wet for me, petal. Did you like that then? You liked riding my throat so hard you came on it?" You moan and your walls flutter around him, and he takes the opportunity to speed up.

It doesn't take long for him to begin really pounding into you. Your legs are hitched up around his waist, ankles crossed over his lower back as he slams into you over and over again. The curses you spew are in so many languages you can't count them all, a mixture of all the ones you've learned in your time on this earth, and Jin sounds like he's praying, the way he's moaning softly above you.

It's minutes before you can feel the string inside you growing taut once more. Jin must notice because his palms push at your calves until your knees are as close to your shoulders as they can get, and suddenly he's that much deeper inside. You can feel him up to your cervix, fucking hard and fast into you, and he watches as you bring one hand down to tease circles into your clit.

"Beautiful, petal. Love watching you touch yourself for me, watching you cum for me. Come for me, let me feel you come on my cock, give me another and I'll give you all the seed you could ever need. Does that sound nice, petal?" You nod, fingers speeding up as his thrusts become more pointed, searching.

It takes four. Four thrusts for him to find that spot inside you that makes universes bloom behind your eyelids. You scream when he does, pushing down hard on your clit so that the constant pressure might distract you, might prolong the feeling.

"Oh no, sweetheart," Jin tuts gently. He drops a hand to push yours away from your clit and resumes the teasing himself. It's different when it's him; where you had been keeping rythm with his thrusts, he doesn't bother, instead moving slowly and teasingly against the bundle of nerves as he continues to pound hard and fast into your heat. "No, I want to feel this sweet pussy come around me. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock, and then I want to fuck you full of my cum. Will you make that happen for me, my sweet petal? Will you be a good girl for me?"

You don't even get a chance to warn him before you're coming, contracting so hard around him that you're worried he might get pushed out.

It doesn't stop him though; he continues his thrusts. He changes it though, shifts so he's sitting back on the bed and you're in his lap, propped up against his chest so he can thrust up into you. His hands are on your hips, lifting you up just to pull you down to meet his hips as they fuck harder into you.

"Very good, petal," He murmurs. "You were so good, so now it's my turn, right? I get to use your pretty pussy. God, you're too fucked out to even speak, aren't you?" You manage a quick nod and he laughs, sweet and lilting, and pinches at your nipple. A third orgasm rushes through you and you're jolting against him, riding the waves as he continues fucking you through the overstimulation.

"Fuck, you're so good for me, the perfect flower. Can you give me one more, petal? One more orgasm. I know you can do it."

"No," You whine, even as your hips grind down to meet him. "Can't, I'm, too much."

"Okay, petal, okay," He whispers, massaging the muscles in your back as he fucks you. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet, the perfect pussy for me. You take it so well, like you were made for me."

"Was," You mutter, too high on your own orgasms to manage proper words. "Made...just for you..." There's more you want to say, like how the smell of peach blossoms has always been your favorite and how you've never seen anyone handle a dagger or a rapier like he does, but it won't come out.

It seems to do the trick though, because a minute later, you can feel him coming inside you. It triggers a fourth orgasm, both of you shuddering as you ride the highs. You pant ass he slides you off his dick and lays you back; he groans as he watches his cum slide out of you and stain the sheets underneath.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful like this," he whispers as he throws an arm over you and pulls you close. You don't respond, already half-asleep. "I'll have breakfast ready when you wake up, petal. You rest."

You manage a nod, a mumbled 'thank you' barely making it out before you're asleep.

--

When you wake the next evening, the scent of peach blossoms hangs in the air. Your thighs are almost as sore as your pussy, the bed is cold next to you, and there's a beautiful woman sitting at your vanity, brushing her hair. You frown at her, rubbing your face. She hears you moving and turns with a bright grin.

"Oh, you're awake. The Prince mentioned you might be hungry when you woke, so I'm here with breakfast." She stands, the silk nightie leaving nothing to imagination as she slides into the bed beside you.

"And where is the prince?" You ask her, already leaning forward to press kisses to her neck.

"He left you a - ah! - a note," She says as you sink your fangs into the tender flesh of her neck. You drink until you're sated and refreshed, and you wave her out after she's done cleaning herself up.

There is indeed a note left on your vanity, in the quick scrawl you imagine is Jin's.

Thanks for a good time, petal. I won't forget it. -Butterfly

[rokutouxei]

guardian stars

ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark 

gen | isaac newton/reader | 1759

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20241049

homesick, you look up at the stars for comfort. | pining isaac if you squint. yes I took liberties on the history of astronomical knowledge so suspend your disbelief, won’t you?

anonymous requested: Could I request some IkeVamp Isaac x Reader/MC? I don’t really have anything specific in mind, just something sweet?

19th century France isn’t half bad, you try to convince yourself, sitting out in the mansion’s impossibly large back garden. You sit on a bench, looking up at the shining stars. Light pollution in France at this point in history couldn’t possibly match to the cities you’ve so gotten used to. Here, the night sky seemed… alive, vastly different from that which you knew. It was near unfamiliar: you try to take in as much as you can of its glossy blackness, its deep blue, accented by the multicolored stars and planets, and of course, the shining moon.

Then, from your left side: “What are you doing out here?”

You jolt from the sudden noise and immediately swat whatever was there, and it takes you a moment to realize that you’d just slapped Isaac Newton right across his arm. He presses one hand where you hit him rather defensively, but the contact had hardly made any noise you knew it didn’t hurt. You smile awkwardly.

“Sorry,” you say, still obviously shaken. “Didn’t notice you there.”

“You should go back in,” he says, arms crossed in front of him. He looks concerned. “It’s late and dark out. It’s dangerous here, even if we’re in the middle of the woods.”

“It’ll be fine.” You point up to the sky. “Just stargazing a little… why are you out?”

“To clear my head,” Isaac says. He hesitates, for a moment, thinking if he should invade the space, before asking, “Mind if I join you?”

You shake your head no, scooting over in the bench to make some room. But Isaac moves a couple paces past you, crouching to press his hand against the grass to check if it’s wet, before taking a seat on the ground. He doesn’t seem to mind that he looks overdressed to be sitting on the ground. He leans his weight backwards against the heels of his palms for a moment, but then he eventually relaxes into a lying-down position.

You see the stars reflected in his eyes and feel ever so lonely for a moment.

Stuck where you’ve time-slipped, for a moment you think of just about how lost you are—how lost you have been. You’ve even gotten to the point where you’d found your way into a mansion two centuries into the past, through some door in the Louvre Museum that should DEFINITELY have been marked with some sort of “DO NOT ENTER” sign or something. You feel without trajectory, and in this unfamiliar place, you feel like you don’t have both your place to return to, and your place to go to.

“Do you ever get homesick?” you ask, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Huh?”

He turns his head towards you, and when your eyes meet, you swallow anxiously. “You know, being in France and all,” you say softly, suddenly feeling bad about having asked at all. “Don’t you miss where you’re from?”

“Not really,” Isaac answers, turning his attention back to the stars. “It’s the same wherever I am.”

“Oh.” You try not to sound as deflated as you feel. “Well, that’s good.”

The both of you are quiet for a moment, but in a heartbeat, Isaac has picked up.

“Are you homesick?” he asks.

“A little,” you say, but that’s a lie; you’re so homesick it hurts everywhere. Pain hiding in the back of your mind, the joints where your bones meet. It seems even your body knows this isn’t where you belong. You also miss your friends, you miss your phone (!), you miss your work, you miss the plumbing (!), you miss the bustle of the places you call your own. No matter how friendly 19th century France has been to you, this was not home to you.

(Not yet.)

Isaac purses his lips for a moment before speaking. “Has astronomy changed much where you’re from?”

“Changed?” You’re no astronomer, there’s really little you actually know in detail, but “A little, I guess? There are these huge telescopes, so we can see very far away from us now. And we’ve left the planet, you know? We’ve sent these little… machines to far, far away. Humans have even gone to the moon. Left footprints and all that.”

Isaac chuckles, finding it hard to believe. “The moon.”

“Yes, the moon!”

“That’s… amazing,” he mumbles idly, turning back to the stars..

“But you know, a lot of it is thanks to you, I bet,” you tease, a smile making its way to your lips. It hurt a little to smile when you felt so lonely, but it was a start. “We learn about you in school, you know. They even call you the Father of Modern Science.”

“Okay, stop with that embarrassing stuff now,” Isaac sighs dismissively. You only chuckle. Somehow, you know that if the garden was any better lit, you’d see how red his face is. Somehow, Isaac is transparent to you.

But to him? You’ve always caught him off guard. In the few days you’ve spent in the mansion, you’ve managed to somehow surprise him at every turn. Always forward-facing, always “give it your all”, always doing this or that as if you couldn’t just sit and keep still. As if you didn’t want to. You were always so out there that Isaac had lingering thoughts about needing to keep watch over you wherever you are just in case something goes wrong.

There was a time Theodorus was carrying out some paintings and he’d joked for you to carry some for him, but you actually did, nearly falling over as you lifted one that looked double your weight. What about that time Dazai nearly coerced you into trying to enter the mansion through a window like he does? And don’t let Isaac start on the multiple times Arthur had finessed his way into teasing you—the list won’t end!

The point is, you had so much brightness in you that sometimes Isaac had to look away.

So to see you look so forlorn and lost like you were right now just shattered him. Isaac knew—that he had to do something. That’s why he’s talking to you right now. That’s why he insisted on staying even if he’d usually come out to be left alone to think—or in this case, rest from thinking. He couldn’t just leave you alone.

Isaac’s voice quivers a little. He turns his head to the side, but not enough to look back at you. “Come over here for a bit, won’t you?”

“S-Sure?” you say, getting up from the bench to lay next to him on the ground. The grass is cool from the night but not damp, and you settle next to him, careful of your clothes. You put your arms behind your head to cradle it before looking up at the vast canvas of the deep blue night sky. “Woah.” You are breathless. “It looks different from down here.”

“Right?” Isaac hums. He points upwards, directing your attention to him, then to the light. “You can’t get homesick like this, you know,” he says, nearly off-handedly.

You turn to him. “What do you mean?”

“Assuming the theories are still correct…” he says, voice trailing off into a whisper. He raises one hand to his bangs, twirling a lock of hair as he continues. “Do you want to listen a bit about astronomy?”

You shrug. “Yeah, sure.”

“When you look up at the stars, you do something similar to time traveling. The light you’re seeing isn’t the actual light it’s emitting right now. What you’re seeing is light they emitted a much longer time ago, depending on how far away the star is—because of the sheer distance it needs to travel to get to, well, your eyes,” he explains, gesturing with his hands. “Some of the light you see are from billions of years ago, maybe, from stars probably billions of years old. Older. The newest-born stars probably haven’t been around long enough for their light to reach us.”

You nod, unable to respond, your head slowly wrapping itself around the concept. What you do know for sure is that you find the lull of Isaac’s voice very relaxing.

“My point is,” Isaac says, clearing his throat, “the starlight you see here are from the same stars you see from where you are from, two hundred years into the future. The starlight they’re emitting is headed forward in time, just like you are. Moving forward, from far, far away.” He pauses to let the thought simmer. “And when you go back to your time, you can look up at the stars again and think, ‘this same light has been over France once, too.’ Doesn’t ‘home’ not feel as far like that?”

You feel small, and yet so infinitely loved by the universe. “Is this what you think when you get homesick, Isaac?”

He only shrugs.

You nestle in the solemn quiet as you let the words Isaac said sink in. He’s so kind; in his own little, peculiar, nerdy way, when he didn’t really have any duty to, he’d reached out to you to try to comfort you, to distract you from the doubts and fears that were filling your head to the brim.

Nodding your head, you smile. “You’re right. With these stars out there, home doesn’t feel that far at all. Because we’re looking up at the same sky.”

“In a way,” Isaac agrees. He watches your eyes’ dim light brighten. 

“Could I… could I treasure what you said? So that when I start to feel that way… I can keep that in my thoughts. Maybe I should just think of the starlight—and how I’ll get where I’m supposed to be eventually.” He doesn’t answer, just turns back to the night sky quietly, as you clear your head of the gloomy anxiety. You reach out the hand closer to him to find his own, and twirl your pinkies together when you find it.

“Wh—”

“It’s like suddenly you’ve given me all these guardian stars,” you say. “Thank you, Isaac. I feel a little bit less homesick now.”

You turn to look at him, into the stars in his eyes, and for the first time since you’ve gotten to the mansion you feel less alone. Like you’re suddenly home. You turn back to the open sky.

Gently, as if shy, you feel Isaac’s pinky tighten around yours.

“Guardian stars that keep watch over you wherever you are,” Isaac mumbles, ears red, lost in thought.

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Tell Me Pt.2

Notes: So Part 1 got some attention so I’ve decided to write a part 2 rather quickly cuz I hate the wait of angst fics when I’m the reader. So the link to pt.1 is below so read that first (obviously) so the storyline makes sense. I hope you enjoy I still think this writing and storyline is trashy. 🥺🙈 This chapter is kinda really short but I’m trying my best to make the next one longer than I can usually make my fics. I’m sorry 🙈

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)

As the coffin opens Amy steps out, her breaths are fast and he legs are wobbly and she begins to fall. Kamilah rushes to catch her and Amy falls into her arms.

“Why? Why have you done this...? You think you can do this to me and all is forgiven? You think I want anything to do with you after all of this?” Amy pushes her way out of Kamilahs arms and looks her in the eyes. She speaks coldly and without and sign or warmth and emotion. She glances at the brand on her leg and he eyes harden with anger.

“I don’t. Stay away from me. How dare you.” Amy turns to leave and spots Adrian, Jax and Lily standing in shock with unreadable faces.

“I’m sorry you all had to see that. Lily can you come with me..? I don’t want to be along right now. It’s nothing against you boys I just need a girl to listen..” Amy says with and apologetic glance.

“No problem. I fully understand.” Adrian says as he pats Amy’s shoulder. “Do you need blood..?”

“No.” Amy says, “no thank you.” As she walks up the stairs with Lily following closely behind, turning to shoot Kamilah a look.

“Lily. I can’t stay here. I can’t be near Kamilah she...” Amy stutters, “She couldn’t even tell me she stopped loving Gaius...” a single hot tear falls from her eyes. Lily pulls her in for a tight hug.

“Shhhh..Amy...it’s alright. It’s all gonna be okay. Deep breaths. Come on, we need some sleep. Stay here for a few days? You know it’s not safe with Gaius around.” Lily tugs on Amy’s arm and she follows Lily to a bedroom.

“Lay down. I’ll stay on the couch. You’re safe okay? But eventually you should talk to Kami-“

“No. I want nothing to do with her. She...she..” Amy begins to cry.

“Amy, you never cry. You cry because you still love her. She loves you...she really does...if you just give her one more chance I know she’ll do everything and anything to prove it to you...do it for me and Adrian and Jax..? If not for yourself..” Lily moves to give Amy a hug and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

“....okay...one more chance but only for you and Adrian and Jax.” Amy lets out a sigh. “Can you get her though...I don’t want...I don’t know if I can hold up long enough to walk somewhere private...” Amy looks down, ashamed.

“Of course. Give me a few minutes.” Lily says as she stands and heads for the door with a slight bit of speed and a grin on her face that Amy can’t see. As soon as she steps outside the room she takes her arms and does a celebratory dancew hole mumbling “yes yes yes” to herself. She turns a few corner to Kamilahs office.

“Kamilah..? Are you busy...” Lily says as she opens the door to find Kamilah lounging in the office couch, without her blazer on, barefoot and with slow tears rolling down her face.

“She...she’s willing to talk to you..” Lily moves to sit next to the sad vampire and gives her a reassuring look and pat. “Whenever you’re ready. She’s in the bedroom.” Kamilah looks up at her and slowly nods after a few seconds of thought.

“I hope...I hope i can fix this..” Kamilah let’s our a sad sigh. It’s almost a whimper. She stands up and fixed her blouse and puts her black stilettos back on.

“Thank you Lily. Whatever you said to her, it means a lot to me for you to try.” Kamilah gives Lily a hug.

“Wow. Never once have you hugged me for anything. I’m gonna write the date down and frame it.” Lily does a small victory pose.

“After this. You can do whatever you want with this memory but I need to see her. If you’ll excuse me.” Kamilah goes to the door and walks out.

She meets the bedroom door and goes to knock but stops herself. She hears Amy whispering to herself, “be strong. Be strong. Don’t...don’t cry Amy...damnit...” Kamilah begins to cry and realize how much she hurt her. She knew the initial argument hurt but she’s never heard such a broken voice before. Kamilah gently knocks on the door.

“Amy...please let me in...” Kamilah says softly but with enough voice Amy hears it and cracks the door open ever so slightly.

“Kamilah... I don’t know what to believe from you. I trusted you. I...I loved you..I still do and it seems to not be enough. I need you to tell me you don’t love him. I need to hear it or I can’t be with you. My heart is breaking every single time I hear his name. The flashbacks make me cry...I can’t do this if I know you still...” Amy begins to cry hot and salty tears.

“Amy. I...part of me will always belong to him, but it’s not a good part of me. It never was. I was brutal, vindictive, angry and just a horrible horrible monster. That’s the part that loved him.” Kamilah moves and sits next to Amy on the bed. She takes her hand and uses her other one to tilt Amy’s head towards her. “The part of me that loves softly, wants humanity to thrive and survive, the part of me that would die for you, that wants to give you everything I have...that part belongs to you and you alone.” Kamilah let’s out a sigh.

“I know I hurt you...” Kamilah leans closer to Amy, “but I’ll do anything to fix it. To prove to you I love you more than I’ll ever love Gaius. To prove to you that the brand on your thigh is an eternal promise.” Kamilah let’s out a shaky breath.

“Amy...you haven’t said anything...please. Talk to me. Tell me how you feel..” Kamilah says as Amy opens her mouth to speak.