#sharp fangs collide

[seb5star]

the grind is on once again !!

[kekewrites]

tw. mention of creampie, size kink, wholesome(?), reader is unable to speak human language + limited vocabulary, mention of abuse, abandonment issues

Imagine being a puppy!hybrid who's been saved by your current owner months ago. He found you wandering the streets alone, cold and starving.

It was pouring hard and the wind was extra harsh that day. Oh, how pitiful it is to see a hungry little pup girl rummage through the dirty trash bins, hoping to see scraps and edible food. That sight of you tugged on his tender heart, unable to walk away from such scene, he approached with quiet footsteps, not wanting to scare your cautious figure.

Your sharp senses have been dulled by fatigue and hunger as you didn't even notice his presence behind. Normally, you would've bolted away, afraid of how humans have treated you, but the way his voice sounded to your alert furry ears made your guard down. It was different from the people who abused and abandoned you. So gentle, the way his voice sounded like a lullaby.

That was the last thing you remembered after your first meeting.

***

You really are the best pet or companion he could ever ask for. Such a baby to take care of truly. He found out how you were unable to speak human language, often babbling and butchering words if you do try to talk. You do understand simple phrases and tones, which made it easier to communicate with you. He's not that knowledgeable about hybrids but he do know how to take care of a regular dog. It's hard to compare you to a dog or a human, you're neither closer to the other.

He severely underestimate how much of an attachment you formed with him.

It's not a bad thing.

But it certainly becomes harder for him to leave you for work.

"Come on... Don't look at me like that."

He really didn't want to leave you alone. Truly, he wants to be with you 24/7 but he needs to work, or else he won't be able to spoil you.

Your small pout and cute begging eyes, along with your droopy ears nearly made him stay. Nearly.

"Baby... I need to go. Don’t make that face," he murmurs, his voice soft as he takes in your pouted lips and droopy ears, tugging at his heartstrings. He gently pulls you up, pressing a kiss to your cheek, trailing to your lips, and peppering your face with soft kisses.

Don’t worry, he always thinks of you while he’s typing away at his lonely desk, his mind wandering to what you’re doing without him by your side. Were you playing just fine? Eating the meals he prepped for you? Being a good girl for him? His heart aches at the thought of you waiting by the door, staring at it just as he left it.

He never anticipated how slow time would crawl as he counted the minutes to the end of his shift, refusing to let a single minute become overtime. The moment he could, he raced through the garage and drove home.

"I’m back!" he calls, dropping his case of files and loosening his tie.

Thump, thump, thump.

Oh, how he loved the sound of your footsteps racing across the floor to reach him. It was the kind of sound that melted away the stress of the day, the kind of sound that reminded him why he hurried home in the first place. But this time, he wasn’t prepared for the way you threw yourself at him, arms flung wide as you collided with his chest.

He stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but quickly steadied himself, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. Your warmth, the way you buried your face in his suit—it all made his heart swell.

"Whoa there!" he said, chuckling softly as he ruffled your hair. "I missed you too, baby."

You looked up at him, your eyes bright with joy, and his exhaustion melted away completely. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you close as if he’d never let go. Moments like this made everything worth it, every long hour and every sleepless night. You were his home, his safe haven, and the best part of his day.

"W-Wel... um," you stammer, your cheeks flushing slightly as your little fangs peek out with each syllable. "Wellum... b-back!"

He freezes for a moment, blinking as he stares at you, his head tilting slightly in confusion. Then, it hits him like a soft breeze, the realization dawning across his face.

Were you trying to say welcome back?

His heart squeezes as the thought sinks in, and a wide grin tugs at his lips. Aren’t you just the cutest? He crouches down to your level, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

"Wellum back, huh?" he teases softly, his voice warm and playful. "Thank you, sweetheart. I feel very welcome now."

You shift nervously, glancing away with a little huff, but your lips twitch as if you’re trying not to smile. He chuckles and taps the tip of your nose affectionately, unable to resist how endearing you look.

"Do you know how much I missed you?" he says, his tone dropping into something softer, almost a whisper, as he pulls you into a hug. "Hearing that from you just made my day, you know that?"

Coming home was the best part of his day, he might quit his work and become a full-time freelancer if it meant spending more time with you.

Then one day came something with you. Your behavior became odd, strange even...

It didn't take too long for him to realize that you were approaching your heat. He read about it while researching about hybrids, the heat suppressants pills already stock in his drawers. The only problem was how uncooperative you were, spitting out the pills, running away when it was time for bathing, and being skittish whenever he was out. You were still his sweet girl, but you'd get moody and have an outburst.

"Come on, it's not that bad... Come here, baby." His voice is soft, coaxing.

Bath time was his least favorite thing to do. Not because he didn’t enjoy the idea of it—cleanliness was important—but because it always turned into a battle of wills. He never liked having to wrestle with you, and yet here you were, backed into the corner of the room like a wary kitten—wait, like a dog your arms wrapped protectively around yourself.

His gaze softens as he takes in your cowering, guarded figure. The way you look at him, a mix of defiance and uncertainty, makes his resolve waver. But the small trail of dirt smeared across your cheek and the strands of hair sticking to your face remind him there's no way around this.

"Baby, you can't stay like that forever," he says, tilting his head with an amused grin. He takes a cautious step forward, his movements slow, deliberate. "I'll make it quick, I promise. No bubbles this time, okay?"

You narrow your eyes suspiciously, not buying into his negotiations just yet. Inching further into the corner.

He sighs dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "This time, no tricks, just a nice, warm soak. You'll feel so much better."

When you don't budge, his grin turns sly. "But if you're going to make me chase you…" He starts rolling up his sleeves, his voice dropping to a mock-serious tone. "Then don't blame me if I catch you."

Your eyes widen slightly, and he sees the tiniest twitch of a smile forming on your lips, your tail wagging despite your best efforts to hide it. In that split second, he lunges forward, scooping you up effortlessly despite your squeals of protest. "Gotcha!" he declares triumphantly, carrying you toward the tub, half-heartedly squirming in his arms.

His smile softening as he presses a quick kiss to your forehead. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, stubborn little thing."

It was a nice warm bath, you placed on his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist for preventing your escape.

"See? Not that bad, hm?" He murmurs, almost groaning at how blissful he's feeling. The warm and comfortable water around him plus your nice, soft and plush figure on his lap made it ten times better than usual.

You were oddly quiet, your ears flopping. Your temperature higher than normal, he can see how you were breathing heavily.

Oh.

It's starting again hm?

Well, he's here to help... just not with the pill.

***

The scent of your arousal filled the air, sweet and intoxicating, making his own body react in kind. His cock twitched, already starting to harden.

"Hey, baby, you okay?" He asked softly, his voice rough with concern and desire. He tightened his arms around your waist, holding you close as you shifted restlessly on his lap. "You're burning up. Do you need me to cool you down?"

Your tail thumped against the side of the bathtub, betraying your excitement. His hands slid up your sides, tracing the curves of your body through the water. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"I can help you feel better. I know just what you need," He murmured, his voice low and seductive. His hands continued their exploration, cupping your breasts through the water. They were swollen and sensitive, the nipples hardening under his touch. His cock was fully hard now. Pressing his hips up against your ass, letting you feel his cock throb with need. He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. Your breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he works you, bringing you closer to the edge.

"That's it, let me hear you," he rasps.

His tongue laves over your pulse point, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Marking you, claiming you. His fingers never stop their relentless assault on your clit, pushing you higher and higher until you're trembling on the brink, teetering on the edge of release.

"Come for me," he demands.

And you do, your back arching, a scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you. He holds you through it, his fingers still working your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and spent in his arms.

But he's not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.

He read that hybrid's heat last long for a few weeks, worst case scenario, for months. It could affect your well-being so he won't take any chances for that to happen.

"Hold on tight, baby," He murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire. With a smooth motion, he stood up in the bathtub, water sloshing around them as he carried you in his arms. Stepping out of the bathtub, water cascading down his muscular body as he made his way to the bedroom.

He'll do anything for his girl.

Anything.

[lacedinweb22]

Intimate ❦︎⊹₊˚ Miguel O’Hara blurb 

nsfw 18+

He's not the type to fuck you mindlessly. He sinks into you. He takes his sweet time. 

He mutters words of importance, beautiful strings of Spanish profanities, complimenting the way your velvet walls surround him. 

His body is heavy, hovering over yours, colliding into yours with every deep thrust. Soft, tan, and scarred skin glistens with sweat—too pretty not to mark up, with bruises, or scratches.

Crimson eyes stare into yours, claws rip the sheets beside you. Every kiss at your neck comes with the threat of sharp fangs, grazing sensitive skin. 

He feels so incredibly filling, his tip squeezing into the deepest corner of you, rubbing your most sensitive spot. 

He knows how to make you feel good, grinds up and into you, one hand at your neck, his thumb caressing your jaw, and the other hand with a thumb against your clit, at a slow and gentle pace. 

Your end crashes over you in waves. Miguel kisses your neck, praising you, “such a good girl,” as his hips brush against yours. His climax is quick to follows yours.

You twirl your fingers in his hair as you watch him take his turn.

You observe the way his jaw clenches, the way his fist grips the sheets, his other hand holding your face, as he kisses you repeatedly, cussing in between. He digs his face into your neck trying to control his reaction to bliss, before coming back up to finish with a lengthy passionate, messy kiss. 

[witchesverse]

ur droolin' for a squeaky

pairing: vampire!wanda x human!femreader

summary: you've been distracting wanda's mind for weeks. she needs to deal with you before you ruin everything for her.

content: noncon, blood drinking, pain, clit rubbing, running from wanda, face slapping, on the verge of tears, begging, stalking.

a/n: shoutout to my awesome gf helping me write this (writers block sucks)

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When Natasha suggested Wanda acquire a human pet, she laughed in her face. It was the most bizarre thought. A powerful, high-ranking vampire does not need an idiotic, useless blood bag.

That was until you. Everything about you reeled her in, making her obsessed. She would zone out in important meetings or events because her mind was filled with violent and pornographic images of you.

"Wanda." Another high-ranking vampire, Carol Danvers, snapped at her. "What is going on? You have been distracted for the past few weeks."

Natasha sneered. "She's obsessed with a little human."

Wanda scoffed; a lie smoothly following. "Humans are below me. I would not become obsessed with such a weak creature."

"I don't care what your problem is, but you need to work it out," Carol sternly said. "I will not have you ruining this for us. Do you understand?"

Wanda nodded. She wasn't going to let a pathetic human ruin this.

-

Your heart was pounding and your legs ached with each step. You were exhausted but couldn't stop running; she would catch you. The trees had gotten thicker causing the sunlight to barely shine through, making it difficult to see.

So, naturally, you had to fall over a rock.

"Shit." You scrawled to your knees, ignoring the throbbing pain of your newly exposed skin and blood trickling down your knee.

There was no point in running anymore. She was already here within the time it had taken you to stand. You squinted, trying to find her in the shadows of the tree.

You couldn't find her.

Some people would think that was a good thing, but you knew it wasn't. You felt her hungry eyes raking over your body. Over the past few days, it had become a game for her. She would have you on a paranoid edge, pushing your fear to the limit, then pounce.

"I know you're watching me." You wanted to sound brave, but you didn't.

Silence.

"You're fucking sick, you know that?" You screamed, hoping that your rage would pull her out of the shadows.

Silence.

"Please," Your voice wavered with emotion. "Stop doing this."

Your heart dropped to your stomach as she emerged from the shadows. Her brown hair was tied in a tight bun and her bright red eyes complimented her pasty white skin.

She glanced at your bleeding knee and licked at her fangs. She smiled as you stumbled backwards, trying to create space between each other.

She was quick to fill that space. She grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her and placing her other hand on your hip to keep you close.

"Are you scared, little one?"

"Does being a monster damage your brain cells?" You snapped, irritated by her stupid question.

Her hand collided with your cheek; her strong and painful slap made your skin go hot and sting. You tried to pull away from her but she kept her grip tight on your hip.

"Are you scared, little one?" She sternly asked again.

"Yes," You answered honestly.

You were fucking terrified. For many days and nights, she followed and hurt you. You tried going to the police, begging for their help, but who in their right mind would believe that a blood-sucking monster was following you? Her saliva would slowly heal a wound so you didn't even have the bite marks to prove it.

She grinned. She pushed her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply and moaning at the scent of your blood. Her fangs lightly brushed against your skin.

"What do you want from me?" You sniffled, trying to contain your tears.

"You." She replied. "You're mine and I want you."

You shook your head. "You don't own me."

She laughed. "Oh, I think I do."

A sharp pain that was like an uncontrollable fire spread across your neck and chest as she dug her fangs into you. You squirmed in her hold, trying to break away from her but her inhumane grip kept you close.

"No, no."

The pain was unbearable until her venom was pumped into your system. You sighed in relief, slumping in her hold. Vampire venom can be used for many things, sex being one of them. The venom makes a human incredibly sensitive and horny, basically turning your brain to mush.

She pinned you against a tree. One hand held onto your waist whilst the other slipped into your panties and rubbed small circles on your clit.

Your blood filled her mouth and dripped down the sides, staining her shirt. She groaned, her grip tightening on your hips and fingers moving faster.

"Please." You whimpered.

Her laughter was muffled. "You don't even know what you're begging for."

You were overwhelmed with pleasure. The venom made everything feel more intense and powerful, even the slightest touch made you squirm.

"Stop." You weakly pushed against her.

She snarled and dug her fangs further into you. She would only stop when she was finished, not when you were.

"Please...” you beg, giving up on physically fighting back. “I can’t-”

The wicked pairing of blood loss from Wanda’s fangs in your neck with your blinding climax washing over you rendered you limp, and you felt your weight drop as your knees buckled beneath you.

Your thighs clamped around Wanda’s fingers, still steadily rubbing circles on your swollen clit, and your stomach began spasming. The little strength you had left was put towards an involuntary whine, your voice full of air as you arched away from her touch. A wince falls from her bloodied lips into the curve of your ear at your blunt fingernails digging red crescents into her pallor skin.

Just as quickly as it came, though, the pleasure melted from your body, and you were reminded of your achy limbs, exhausted from weaving your body through the woods. The edges of your vision began to fade to black, and your mouth went dry.

"Sleep well, little one."

[myjjongie]

☾ BITE ME ── p. jongseong

IN WHICH: the vampire that always crashes at your place saves you from danger. going back to your place, you both finally have a well deserved heart to heart moment.

PAIRING: vampire!jay x human!fem reader GENRE/WARNINGS: lowercase intended !!, one shot, fluff, skinship, kissing, they make out frfr, biting (fangs), slight sexual harassment, mentions of blood once again WORD COUNT: 2.4k ₊⊹♡ EVIE'S NOTE: another morning another early ass post. per everyone's wish i have made part 2. won't say much on it cause i don't wanna spoil things. but i hope i delivered part 2 well. but yes hope you guys like it. btw vampire jay ily PART I

your arms wrapped around your body. hands underneath your arms hoping to keep them warm. the air in the night was cold yet crisp, as you made your way home from work.

you made a turn into the shortcut you first met jay at all those nights ago. once again it was weeks since you last saw him. you instinctively frowned at the thought of him. jay made it seem like he’d be back within the week.

yet here you were again waiting around for him. promising yourself the next time you saw him you’d give him a piece of your mind. that is if he isn’t covered in wounds like every other time he stops by your place…

a deep sigh left your chest, your warm breath turning into a ghostly mist. continuing your trek home the sudden sound of approaching footsteps stopped you for a moment.

usually the shortcut to your apartment was rarely used. only known to those who lived in your building. despite that it was one am at night, no one would be walking home at this hour. your pace quickened wanting to get out of the alley way as soon as possible.

as your pace quickened so did the footsteps behind you, even if they sounded uneven with your own. each beat felt like it echoed louder than the last. a frantic rhythm matching the pounding in your chest.

almost making it to the end of the alley, your body was forcefully pulled back. body turned around to be met with the pungent smell of alcohol.

“what’s a pretty lady like you doing here so late at night?”

the minute the man’s breath hit your nose, bile formed in your throat. you yanked at your wrist in hopes of getting out of his grasp. to your demise even in his drunken state the man’s grip was strong.

swallowing back the urge to vomit you spoke through clenched teeth. “let go of me…”

the man laughed giving you a drunken smile. a chill running down your spine. your life flashing before your eyes in that second. panic soon set in. your mind hurriedly figuring out how to escape from him.

“come on. don’t be stubborn. let’s have a good time together.” his words came out in a slur as his body began to sway.

“go to hell.”

the man’s joyful expression soon twisted to anger. his brows knitted into annoyance. taking note in the change of attitude your body went into flight or fight mode. adrenaline pumped through your veins as you strongly kicked the man in his shin.

you had hoped to kick him with the intent of aiming in the area where it would hurt must. but ultimately fell short.

the man let out a ragged breath, soon cursing out in pain. his grip on you loosened. perfect timing to run away. you turned on your heels and bolted. but only after a few strides, did your legs buckle. sending you to the ground. as you fell to the ground, your palms steadied your fall. turning your head to check on the man you eyed his movements.

noticing him let go of his aching shin. fear dawned on you as he got ready to chase you down. ignoring the stinging of your palms you forced yourself back up. you began to run again. despite the sharpness of the cold air slicing at your skin. you ran, pushing past the stinging in your legs and hands.

tears began to burn into your eyes. the echoing of the drunken man’s yelling frightened you. your vision began to blur from the tears. as you aimlessly blinked and wiped them away, your body collided into someone. your already frantic thoughts worsened. fearing that the man wasn’t alone this whole time.

the new stranger wrapped an arm around your body. his firm grasp was tight as you began to punch at his chest. unable to see who was the drunken man’s accomplice. you began to fight your way out of his grasp.

“yn it’s okay it’s me.”

your ears perked at the all too familiar voice. soon your hands that were hitting at his chest stopped. the firm hold that felt threatening was replaced with familiarity. it was jay.

“jay…” your voice came out weak as you looked up at him. cheeks drenched with your tears as more still fell from your eyes.

you looked into his eyes a habit you formed over the year. the usual burgundy color shifted into a deep crimson. a hue so intense it glowed under the moonlit alley.

“you know i don’t like it when you cry..” his tone was gentle. a soothing hush to calm the constant pounding in your chest.

his lips gently pressed against your forehead. a reassurance to show you were safe. safe with him. “get behind me okay?” obliging to his words you hurried behind him.

your shaky hands tightly held onto the bottom hem of his leather jacket.

“leave..” instead of the gentle tone jay had with you, it was now demandingly cold. jay’s red eyes shined as his voice deepened with the intention of hurting the man if he refused to listen.

you faintly heard frantic breathing. then the drunken man’s voice loudly breaking through the deafening silence. “what are you?!”

instead of the sound of confrontation, the sound of hurried steps instead echoed out into the distance.

“he’s gone.” jay’s once cold voice altered the second he spoke to you.

you eerily peeked from behind jay’s arm, eyeing out if the man was really gone or not. seeing the now empty alley way your panic faded. you gripped the jacket tighter as you softly spoke.

“thank you. if you weren’t here i. i don’t know what would’ve happened.” tears began to brim your eyes once again. jay turned around to look at you. mostly needing to make sure that thing didn’t harm you. he couldn’t help but lift his hand to wipe away the faint tears.

a satisfied sigh left his chest seeing you unscathed. your head raised to look up at him, head tilting at his sigh. when looking at him you noticed his eyes were back to the burgundy color you loved.

remembering the promise of scolding him your brows furrowed ready to scold the vampire. yet before even doing so jay’s breathing staggered. his focus wavered as his senses picked up on something in particular.

“are you okay?! were you hurt before you got here?” your tone immediately shifted to worry. jay’s body soon swayed. causing you to help steady him.

“no. i’m not hurt. there’s a smell that’s. it’s so sweet.” his voice came off ragged as his breathing increased. his desperate breathing reminded you that of a fever. raising your hand to his forehead, it felt hot to the touch. that’s when you noticed it. your palms faintly covered in red. the sweet smell jay was talking about was from you. it was your blood.

“shit.” you couldn’t help but curse under your breath. the only thing you could do now was drag jay home.

finally stumbling through the entrance of your apartment, you rested against the door. a sense of deja vu washing over as you caught your breath. you steadied jay against the wall, preparing to take both your shoes off. before even trying to do so, you were caged against the door. the sudden action catching you off guard.

you looked up at jay. his eyes casted a dark tone to them. his desire once again piling up. every inch of him felt like it was burning with that desire. but he needed to control himself. yet that same control was slipping through his fingers.

“yn..” jay spoke in a husked whisper. almost as if. no. he was yearning for you. how could he force himself to pull away. especially when you were right there. so close to him. his forehead pressed against yours, half lidded eyes studying your features. he needed you.

eyeing the mole he noticed weeks ago. his eyes scanned for face. he had to know if you’d be okay with this. okay with him, his desires, the carnal need to sink his fangs into you. yet there you were standing before him. not a single doubt written on your face.

jay’s hands left the side of your body to hold your face. you melted into his touch. everything with him always felt just right. his thumbs caressed your cheeks gently.

“i… i’ve wanted this for so long…” he murmured. soon his lips gently met with yours. the soft press of his lips sent a shiver down your spine. the sensation was cold yet held a touch of warmth to it.

jay’s hands that cupped your face now found its way at your waist. one arm holding you tightly to his body while the other was planted on the door. as the seconds went by jay’s kissing became more earnest, more heated. his tongue swiped at the bottom of your lip. a silent invitation to deepen the soon intimate kiss.

your breath hitched as your lips parted for him. the kiss deepening as your tongues met together. heat soon rose between your bodies. jay’s hold only pulled you closer to him. the space of distance feeling unbearable. his kissing soon turned sloppy leaving a quiet moan to slip between your lips. to then be swallowed by another kiss.

the kiss between you two was truly more than heat. it was a years worth of silent yearning. mixed with the ache of jay’s fear spilling into this moment. you could feel the entirety of his need. the way his body clung desperately to yours. fearing as though you’d slip away from his grasp now that he had you.

jay finally parted from the kiss. he watched as you gasped softly for air, all while he steadied his own breathing. your fingers burned as you held onto his shirt for support. small jolts of a tingling sensation shooting through your body. jay couldn’t help but eye at how swollen your lips looked in this moment.

he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy this more than he anticipated he would’ve. once more jay leaned back down to kiss you again. but instead of doing so deeply. he began to lay kisses along your cheeks. to your jawline. then to your neck.

once meeting your neck his movements stopped. his head rested on your shoulder as he eyed the side of your face. noticing the absence of his affection you looked over at him. your gentle eyes meeting his regretful ones.

“are you sure…” he sounded hesitant. worried that you weren’t one hundred percent about your decision. “you’re like a moon to me yn. always there for me even when everything else feels dark. you alone bring light to me when i need it most. i don’t wanna lose you to this. this desire of a vampire…”

“you won’t lose me jay. i don’t care about the danger, or the hunger, or the difference in our worlds. i care about you. i love you.” your hand reached up to his cheek. a gentle finger caressing his face in reassurance.

“god. i’ve loved you since that first night.” his voice breathless as he continued to speak. “i’ve always found myself coming back you, all those nights since then.” jay’s hand took yours bringing your palm to his lips. soon kissing and licking away the blood that stained your hand. the sensation was ticklish causing a gentle laugh to come out.

now as both your hands were intertwined jay resumed his original actions. not only did he leave pecks of kisses along the nape of your neck, but faint nibbles. occasionally sucking at your skin leaving a visible mark.

the more he spent his time in the crook of your neck. the more his fangs started to protrude out. once happy with the litter of love bites all over your neck he raised his head.

“i’m gonna bite you now okay?” his eyes still held doubt. understanding if you wanted to back out now before it was too late.

once he has a taste of your blood he would never wanna live without it. that was the curse of his desire he had to live. even if it meant for the rest of his life. a desire he prayed will never hurt you.

“it’s okay, jay. bite me…” your voice was a hushed whisper as you tilted your head more to the side. opening up the crook of your neck more for him.

you squeezed your eyes shut as you braced for the pain. soon there it was. a burning sensation pulsing through out your neck. a whimper left you lips as his fangs sank deeper into your skin. you could feel jay hesitate, ready to stop. your fingers tangled into his hair, easing his worries. signaling it was okay.

finally jay’s fangs settled into your neck. the taste of your blood made his body tremble. the taste was unlike anything he had before. it was sweet yet bitter. something that would forever be distinct to you.

your body began to weaken as he sucked up your blood. noticing the way your legs gave in jay knew it was enough. un sinking from your neck he raised his head. jay couldn’t help but admire the new symmetrical dots that stood out on your neck. a mark that showed you were his.

jay took notice of your groggily demeanor. taking it upon himself, he scooped you into his arms.

now settled into the bed you couldn’t help but sleepily play with his fingers as he patched up your lightly torn palms. once satisfied with his work he got into the bed getting comfy next to you.

“you’re not gonna disappear for weeks on end anymore right?” you stared up at him with heavy eyelids. sleep slowly yet steadily lulling you in.

“of course not. i’ll be here right by your side always.” jay leaned down to place a chaste kiss to your forehead. as he stroked your hair gently.

“good. that means you need a phone so i can get in contact with you whenever—” before you could pester on, you dozed off. your breathing gentle and rhythmic. jay couldn’t help but tuck a hair behind your ear. eyeing your sleeping face as he smiled down at you.

“yes yes. anything for you my lune. sleep well.” his words were hushed as he pulled you closer to him. exhaustion soon weighing down on him as well.

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[lustlovehart]

Oh my gods, I was eating the sick!reader piece UPPPPP. 😩 Already re-read it like 5 times. Especially the Diasomnia part had me so good. Silver is the real MVP here.

Do you think you'd ever be willing to write about what'd happen if we didn't recover from an illness and specifically Lilia & Malleus got their way? I find their dynamic as yanderes always super interesting.

Ahh i’m so happy you liked it <33!!! Silver is basically your prince charming and it’s adorable!! Diasmonia was wayy longer than the other parts because the situation I decided on them was the most entertaining! Everyone else only thinking about turning you… They’re the ones who actually act on their thoughts (unfortunately).

(shh, he actually felt extremely guilty letting them do their thing, because no matter how hard he tries, he feels the same desire of you becoming one of them as well… the only thing that stops him is the fact you’ll be miserable, and he doesn’t know how he could live with that </3)

Pairing: [Monster!Twst] Diasmonia x Reader

Cw: You’re turned into a monster (Up to you what kind of monster, but there are scales and claws), Obsession, Craving Human, Kisses, Implied human eating (not a lot), It’s not said in the text but Malleus regenerates so he doesn’t lose a limb, Silver and Sebeks parts are kinda angsty

In the case you fall for your illness, they’re plans succeed, and you fall into a deep slumber. The last thing you see before your eyes shut, you see Silver, an apologetic frown looking at you as he mouths a silent ‘i’m sorry’. It’s enough to tug at your heartstrings, but the sight behind him immediately cuts any form of forgiveness you have.

Malleus’s cold-clawed fingers tracing up your arm, a soft smile on his face as his nail traces a pattern on your palm, Lilia playing with the bracelets gifted to you by the others on the table, and Sebek staring through the castles window, glowing eyes lighting the dark from his swamp.

“It will be over soon, Child of Hunters.”

…

The moment you jolt awake it feels as if you were forcibly taken from the afterlife, a feint memory of Idia desperately trying to pull you back into his arms before being dragged away. Your head is essentially a living furnace, flares happening every other moment leading to an excruciating headache. Despite the tremble in your hands, you reach up to soothe the thrumming, your fingertips coming into contact with skin.

But, rather than human, you feel pin sharp nails poke at your forehead.

You didn’t notice, not at all, with the blur in your vision it was practically impossible to see, but now with the newfound clearing in your sight you see it. Claws emerge from where your cuticles once rested, scales crawling up your skin. You throw the covers off your bed, the sleep wear concealing your horrific monstrous traits beneath the fabric, but it does nothing to rid the fear of what’s under your clothes.

“Mal… Malleus—!” your words are hoarse when you yell, a sign of your voice being unused for… you have no idea, but you know it’s a long time. “Damnit…! Malleus where are—?!” Your next step has you colliding with a stiff material, arms wrapping around you in an attempt of comfort. A fist is raised towards this entity, prepared to break wretched stone. “What the hell did you do to me Mal?!”

“… I’m so sorry.” the softness in his voice is different from the gargoyles, leading you to drop your hand, the only part of yourself you rest on him is your head, Silvers tough muscle tensing before gradually relaxing.

“… No you’re not.” your fresh fangs bite into your lip, your claws reaching into his bicep and burying them self into the dreameaters skin.

Silver hesitates for a moment, before speaking again, “I really am”. His previous pause has you doubt him, but the way he tightens his arms around you tells you he’s being entirely truthful, unfortunately.

You can feel a sting in your eyes, a familiar feeling of tears ready to burst, yet it’s like your tear ducts burned away with your humanity. But that’s not the thing that disturbs you in this moment, no…

It’s the way your stomach is desperate for food. A food you never wished to eat,

“It seems you’re in desperate need for food, yes?” the voice you were looking for emerges from behind you, a stone hand dragging your sleepwear down your shoulder, placing a hard kiss against your scaly skin. You’re quick to slap Malleus away, your claws cutting a strand of his mossy hair.

“Oh, be careful new one, it would do no good to hurt your potential supplier~” another equally disliked voice enters the fray, Lilia floating right next to you.

“Like hell i’m eating human…!”

“I wouldn’t advise not doing it, you’ll die a more painful death than you did a few years ago.” Malleus interjects, his pleasant smile falling into a much more serious frown.

“That’s better than becoming one of you bastards—” You pause your spiel, your legs buckling at his words, a great shock that has you falling into Lilias's arms, and not even fighting back. “… years?” Lilia's hand pets your head, a pathetic attempt at soothing you that only furthers your despair. “You’re joking… But, everyone else… Everyone else…!” you throw yourself back up, pushing Malleus against the wall, a hard clash sounding at stone hitting stone. “What the hell happened to them?! The monsters… Jack… Neige…!” your eyes burn like you’re crying, but you know you’re not. You hiccup before dropping to the floor, the last name that leaves your lips causing your last shred of sanity to snap. “… Rollo.”

For a moment, Malleus’s eyes glare at you, but they’re quick to disappear when he falls to his knees.

You despise it, you despise how even in your current panic, all you can think about is consuming. You grit your teeth, resisting all desire, but the sound of wind has you knowing something will happen, something that will test your patience. Your eyes are closed when Lilia’s hand takes yours, placing a kiss on your wrist before leaving you with his words of departure. “Do try to not eat all of Malleus, new beastie.”

You can’t question him before his presence disappears, but before you know it, when your eyes reopen, you don’t see stone, only pure human. “Malleus… What are you…?” He lifts his arm to your mouth, your lips attaching to his skin while his forehead rests on yours, looking right into your eyes. You can feel your canines put pressure on him.

“You’re what you are now because my affection for you runs so deep…” his free arm reaches behind you, pushing your head into his limb, “that I will do anything for you to stay alive, and here, together.” his voice is low, your jaw trembling with the urge to eat. But his words gnaw into your soul.

… Is this really living to him?

…

You rest your head on Lilia’s shoulder, his deep voice humming as he wipes your mouth clean. “Did you enjoy it?” your silence tells him not to inquire further, but in truth, you hate the fact… that you did enjoy it. “Hm, well, if you’re not satisfied with just Malleus…” his clawed finger taps your lips, red eyes piercing your soul, “I’ll always offer myself up for you too~”

He laughs at the way you glare at his joke, only continuing to rest yourself on his shoulder.

You stare deep into the swamp as Lilia continues to hum, hoping he will emerge. And he does, but he’s quick to disappear just as quickly as he appeared.

“Why did you want this for me…?” your ask has him pause, his finger pushing your head up and off his shoulder. “I just wanted…” you pause, Lilia patiently waiting for the rest of your sentence, yet there’s nothing more to be said. His thumb swipes across you bottom lift, showing you all signs of you feast had been wiped clean.

“Everyone wants something, whether it be human or immortal.” you bury yourself in your arms, the moon reflective on the mystery creature's pale exterior. “And you want to know why it is I wished for this?” he uses his hand to signal at your body, his smile disappearing, an all too serious expression painted on his features. He leans into your face, a few centimeters stopping him from being directly on your skin.

For a moment, a single second, it’s like his scarlet eyes share every single moment of greed and cruelty in his hundreds of years alive, even moments from before his improved personality. A cruel beast who’s a monster just for the sake of being one… It’s gone in that same second.

“Because you’re so adorable!”

“…Go away Lilia.”

“You’re hurting my feelings… And I thought you wanted a bite of me.” you glare at him again but this time he doesn’t laugh, only smiles, “You’ll learn how mucher crueler the world is as a human… We only wish to protect you.” and with that, he’s gone, leaving you and the creature of the swamp alone.

…

“Sebek?” you dip your hand into the water, splashing the liquid up. But to no avail, he doesn't appear, a different monster answering your calling.

“I don’t know if he wants to see you.” you turn around to see Silver, his eyes looking into yours, but you can tell how hard he’s trying to avoid looking at your new monstrous traits. You can’t fault him though, the sight of your replaced eyes in the water sends chills up your spine.

“It’s not like i’m the one who asked for this…” you throw a stick in the water, hoping maybe it’ll darth through the marsh and poke the beast underneath.

“I— He knows…”

“Great! So what’s his problem?” Silver doesn't reply, but to be fair, you don’t think he knows the answer either. “… He left me flowers while I was dying.”

“He did?” Silver sits next to you, he eyes focused on your rather than the ripples you trace into the water with your claw.

“Mhm. I never saw him do it though.” you can see Silver’s reflection staring at you, but you can’t bear to look back, only continuing to draw on the surface.

“That’s… Nice.” he watches you stop, the waves halting as well, the silence that hangs in the air suffocating. You grit your teeth, turning your head but not looking him in the eyes, eyes that are far too kind for a monster of his caliber. You fixate on the place his heart would be if he was human.

It was meant to distract you, but it instead has you wonder, maybe Silvers's warmth would be much stronger had he had the makeup of a mortal. Such hypotheticals are better left in your head though, and you know this. It doesn’t stop you from taking his hand in yours, squeezing his limb as you force your words out.

“Did you want me to be a monster too Silver?” his stoic expression widens, hesitation evident, before his head hangs in shame when he finally tells his truth.

“I… Don’t know.” he watches you stand up, making no effort to stop you, but very obviously tensing at the prospect of you leaving. “I just… I just knew I didn’t want you to die painfully somewhere we can’t reach you…!” he’s about to jump up to meet you eye to eye, stopped by you placing a flower on his head.

“That’s something I knew would happen, something I signed up for.” you both stay still, only looking at each other. This contact is broken when Silver lets the flower fall, his head resting on your bottom half.

“I know… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t feel this way, but…” he expects you to leave when he feels you shift, but instead, relaxes when you let him continue to rest his head on your lap. All his words die in his throat, but you know what he meant to say. Truth be told though, you don’t know if you’re okay with it.

…

Your bottom half is cold as you sit in the water, staring directly at Sebek under the water.

“Can you come out? I don’t wanna risk being a non-marine based monster and drowning.”

“I don’t think so human, I don’t wan to risk— Er…!” He jolts at the mistake he made in his burgled voice, further burying himself into the water. You lean over, your hand reaching out to dunk one of his flowers beneath the surface, he quirks an eye at the action.

“You never visited me when I was dying.” your words have him furrow his brows, but he doesn’t give you a reply nor explanation. “Why is that Sebek?” a moment passes, a few moments, before he emerges from the water, his large form moving towards you on the ledge. His large arms cage you between the side of his marsh and his body, golden slit eyes staring into you.

“I did not want to see that.” His eyes move down your new form, scales, claws, canines, and all, he sees it all in his mind. “You bedridden… It’s a weak sight. It’s like you were giving in, it was cowardly.”

“Aren’t you the one who said all mortals are pathetically weak?”

“They are! You are!” Sebek pushes back, the water splashing at the outburst. “But you’re not supposed to be!” his tail swings in the water causing a wave to move towards you. “You weren’t supposed to die… You were meant to prove me wrong…” you’re about to move towards him before he stops you, a single outstretched webbed hand in your face. “But now you’re here because you proved me right… Humans are weak, pathetic… evil…” he slowly moves towards you again, wavering clear in the way he slowly places his forehead on your shoulder. “It’s why you can’t be one anymore… you can’t be any of those things...”

There are two directions I think their scheme could end, one where they successfully stop anyone else from the cast from knowing your current predicament, and one where your current state is found out by everyone else. If the latter were to happen, it doesn’t matter where their domain is, they will show up to Diasmonia and demand to see you. A vast majority will wish to have you in their care, while the ones who never wished for you to be a monster, will make sure you don’t fall into the other's hands.

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆

𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒙 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do it interact. just smut, seduction, blood sucking, biting, unprotected sex, little oral (m), praising, etc.

𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia

“Are you going to stake me, hunter?” You breathed straddling his perfect hips. Your sharp nails travelling up and down his naked chest, he groaned under his breath closing his eyes. “Poor Anna.. without protection now because you are here with me..” you smiled, canines growing out as you inhaled his scent. Rubbing your dripping wet heat against his growing cock. His black slacks were loosed, he was sleeping when you snuck to his bed since the Valerian Castle was empty. Thundering outside, you had a perfect opportunity to take what you craved. “I will rip your heart out..” he breathed feeling your tongue on his nipples softly swirling around them. “You would be doing it now.. but you aren’t..” smiling provocatively you straddled his hips again hands on his toned stomach caressing his muscles there reaching near his happy trail. He nearly moaned. “I kill your kind, you’re nothing but all the same” you cooed at his words.

“Why aren’t you killing me now?” You bit your lower lip rolling your hips against his making him moan softly beneath you. He hated to admit that the moment he saw you, he wanted you. Licking your mouth you pulled him up to sit straight. He grunted letting you, licking your way into his mouth your mouths collided in hot kiss. Tongues touching sending needy sensations down your spine. You moaned seductively pulling on his slacks so the belt and buttons opened revealing his hard cock. You drooled at the sight of it “I make you feel this way..” whining your shimmied between his legs wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock sucking on it. His hand gripped your long locks guiding you on his length grunting gritting his teeth in pleasure. “It’s okay to admit.. admit it..” you pulled away with a pop giving him soft kitty licks. He trembled– you pushed him back down and climbed on top of him.

Pulling your black dress up on your waist hovering your naked dripping wet core over his cock slowly sinking down on him. He moaned out, you smiled mischievously “let them hear you sugar..” your hips slid back and forth gyrating your pussy over his thick veiny length. He filled you out so perfectly, touching your shoulders you sped up your movements fucking yourself on his cock looking at him as your fangs grew out even more. He gripped your waist pulling you closer breathing harshly swallowing. “Too bad I can’t carry your angel babies..” you whined tipping your head back your breasts nearly jumping out of your dress as he gripped one in his hand squeezing it. You growled with hunter taking you his thumb between your lips to suck on it. “I-I.. I don’t remember you” he moaned watching your pussy take all of his cock as you rode him.

“You don’t have to sugar.. my master does, he remembers you” moaning loudly you fastened your hips fucking him making him groan and grit his teeth chest heaving in deep breasts hands on your naked derrière squeezing the supple flesh. Tipping your head back your hands combed through his long silky brown hair pulling him closer but he flipped you over lifting your waist off the silky sheets pounding into you. You laughed seductively letting him use you. Curling your legs around his waist, your skins clapping echoed in the empty room. The cold breeze blowing out the candles settling the room in darkness you scratched down his manly back stopping above his pumping ass. “Ughhhh.. more more..” whining spurring him on, your sharp fangs sinking into his neck piercing his veins. He moaned loudly, slamming you down into the mattress fucking into you. You gulped on his blood, clinging to his body nails digging into his shoulder blades. Pulling away to breathe your moans only increased when you neared your orgasm soon he was yelling his orgasm against your neck, you came the same second drenching his mighty length in your essence squeezing him deeply in your core milking him. “Mmmm Mr Van Helsing..” you whimpered, he looked down at you gorgeous hair falling over his face his thumb carrying your lower lip. “You got me under some kind of a spell..” you nodded smiling as your canines grew out again. “Mmmm..”

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happy spooky season 🩸

[libbybee]

TAKEN TO THE HILT — AA

◜pairing: astarion ⨯ fem!reader ◜rating: MDNI 18+ ┊ wc: 0.6K ◜cw: vampire ascendant, predator/prey, piv, rough vaginal sex, bite kink, bodily fluids, masochism, slaps, dirty talk, marking, overstimulation.

▹ summary. “you know you’re the only one i’ll ever have like this,” he snarled roughly, breath ragged. “this cunt exists to be fucked, marked, and claimed by me. no one else could ever do this to you.”

A/N. english isn't my native language, sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

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Your ass slammed back to collide with his hips, skin grinding together, damp with sweat and layers of his semen, which had already marked you inside and out. Each brutal thrust buried him deeper; the stretch was almost unbearable, but you craved it. Every savage inch filling you right to his base was a torment you wanted to last forever. Your pussy throbbed around him, aching with need as he pounded into your cervix relentlessly, your womb aching for every hard push deeper and driving you to the edge just to pull back again.

Astarion was feral, a twisted predator claiming his prey. His nails dug mercilessly into your hips, dragging and tugging, leaving fiery, reddened marks with every drag until he felt certain you'd wear them for days. His crimson eyes glowed in the dim light, more dangerous than ever as he stared at you, thirsty, his hunger overtaking him. The scent of your arousal was intoxicating to his senses, so rich in the air that he could taste it—a dizzying mix of your lust and his own. He could smell it on your skin and feel it in the way you squirmed beneath him and how your pussy was drooling for him. It drove him wild, more insatiable than ever. He couldn’t get enough of you—he needed more; every sharp slap on your ass was a reminder of his claim, evident not just in his hands and words but in the ferociously, almost animalistic way he rutted into you to fuck.

Your cunt was shamelessly dripping, impossibly wet with a sticky mix of your own juices and his, spilling and slicking down your thighs. Every time his balls slammed against your puffy clit, another obscene squelch echoed through the room. The sound was enough to make you flush and mewl, as it was another reminder of how fucked you were and how much you needed him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in close, his lips and breath hot against your ear. “You know you’re the only one I’ll ever have like this,” he snarled roughly, breath ragged. “This cunt exists to be fucked, marked, and claimed by me. No one else could ever do this to you.”

The words, the cold intensity in his voice, sent your head spinning, your entire body shaking. You could barely form a sentence, your lips trembling, every nerve alight as you choked out your own needy words. “I'm yours… All of me belongs to you, Astarion… my pussy, my body, everything…” It was a desperate confession, a cried plea broken by your own gasps and whimpers. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, digging your nails into the fabric as he ravaged you, finding your neck with his mouth to trace hungry slides with his tongue along your skin.

He didn't just kiss you—he bit you. His fangs sank deep into the soft curve of your neck, a sharp, cruel bite that made you cry out and writhe beneath him while your legs opened wider for him. It was a claim, an undeniable mark of ownership, and his teeth scraped against your flesh as he fed on the moment. The sharp sting of his bite sent a wave of heat flooding through your entire body, mixing with the pleasure he forcefully made your pussy receive and making your walls contract around him.

Each savage thrust pulled a new sound from your lips, each movement sending you higher. His weight pressed you into the bed, pinning you down, and you could feel how crudely his cock effortlessly slid in and out from your aching walls. Harder, faster, and punishing—the wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into your drenched cunt echoed through the room just like your desperate cries of pain and pleasure. The heat between you was maddening; the way his hums of delight vibrated through your skin, making your body throb with need. You were his, completely. Every shudder, every desperate cry, every tremble was a tribute to him as he fucked you with the kind of ferocity that left you broken and begging for more.

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[l0vagrend]

sharp fangs collide

[lefteagleblizzard]

Hi there just dropping by to tell you, Vampire Mike Munroe alright that's all hope your having a good day, evening or night 🙂

Mike was already too close, leaning in as you backed against the wall. His body was a breath away, all coiled tension and simmering heat and that damned grin was carved into his face, sharp as his fangs and twice as dangerous.

"You nervous?" he murmured, the words dripping with a teasing lilt, though his gaze was anything but light. Those dark eyes roamed your face, settling on the rapid flutter of your pulse at your throat, his lips quirking slightly wider at the sight as his hand brushed your waist. "Yeah... I can tell."

That little stutter in your pulse felt like music.

He leaned in, deliberately slow, forcing you to feel every agonizing second of the proximity. His face hovered just above your neck and you tipped your head back instinctively, exposing the vulnerable curve of your throat like prey.

The wolfish grin that split his face was nearly audible, a rumble of satisfaction in his chest as he pressed closer. His stubble scraped against your skin, a delicious contrast to the soft heat of his lips that ghosted along the sensitive stretch of your neck.

"Look at you," he breathed. "Already giving in. You're making this too easy for me."

But there was no mockery in his tone—only hunger. The kind that made your body tighten, a heat surging down your spine and pooling low as his tongue flicked out, tasting your skin. It was slow, deliberate, each lap dragging against you like he was savoring the flavor of something exquisite.

"Fuck," Mike muttered, the curse bitten off like he couldn't contain it. His hand gripped your waist, strong and sure, holding you in place as his other hand slid up your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. He tilted your head just so, angling you for his pleasure.

His breath was hot and uneven, skimming over your skin like the promise of something you weren't sure you were ready for but couldn't bring yourself to deny. Your pulse throbbed under the weight of his proximity and he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your throat.

His grip on your neck tightening just enough to make your head tilt further back, exposing more of your throat. His other hand slid to your waist, fingers curling around you possessively, pinning you against the wall.

"Stay just like that," he ordered, his voice thick with hunger, every word a command that left you trembling. He nipped at your skin, not hard enough to break it, but enough to make you gasp. "Perfect."

And then, without warning, his fangs sank in.

The sharp bite ripped a startled cry from your lips, the sting flaring hot before melting into something darker, deeper, as his mouth sealed over the punctures. Your heart stuttered violently and his growl rumbled against your skin, satisfied and feral. He drank deep, his tongue lapping at the wounds with greedy precision.

Pain and pleasure collided, sharp and searing, as his fangs pierced your flesh. Your heart skipped, a jagged, erratic beat that he drank down with a groan that sent tremors through your body.

Mike pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, his lips stained with your blood, his pupils blown wide with lust. "You taste like fucking heaven," he rasped, his voice hoarse, broken with need. He licked at the punctures, his tongue smoothing over the wounds, but it was possessive, claiming. “And you're mine. Got it?"

There was no room for denial. Not when his teeth were already sinking back in, deeper this time, dragging a low, guttural moan from your throat that he swallowed down like it belonged to him.

You clutched at his shoulders, desperate for balance, for anything to anchor you as the world dissolved into the sensation of him consuming you. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he held you in place, his other arm an unyielding band around your waist.

He bit down harder, pulling another gasp from your throat, and you felt your knees weaken as the intensity of his hunger swallowed you whole.

Note: Thanks for this visual. I’ll just… be here, blushing and completely not okay. Thank you for dropping this absolute gem into my day. I hope you’re having an awesome day/evening/night too <3

[prettiinpinkk]

crystalize ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

vamp! arlecchino x fem victim! reader(.nsfw)

synopsis; you decide to go into the woods to prove your not afraid, but get caught by a very attractive vampire, and she decides to turn you into her very own feast.

a/n; hihi! this may seem a bit rushed because it is 2:40 am on a school night, so i apologize!! anyways love youuu and enjoy the story !! 🐰

; fangs, blood kink, vampire, size difference, fingering, pinning, teasing(?), hair pulling, overstimulation, arlecchino has a cock. (MDNI!!)

wc; very long. (too much to copy n paste)

; your head whipped down, the branches collided with leaves underneath your feet, making a loud crinkling sound as you walked. the aura of the dark forest was eerie, sending shivers down your entire body.

you trembled, the unknown that hid behind the tall trees giving you a sense of fear, moving further into the site, a noise was heard from behind you, your head turning back, your breath coming out in sharp pants, a sudden feeling of hands around your waist made you swallow, too frozen to see what it was, or who.

“what are you doing out alone so late doll?, a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be around here..” a deep and sultry voice spoke into your ear, one hand going off your waist and into your hair, moving a strand, as to have better access to your neck. “u’uhm-“ your mind went blank, only being able to focus on the mysterious figure behind you.

you were pulled closer, your back to the others mid waist, towering over you. “mm, your scent..so sweet, mind if i have a taste hm?” the others fangs biting your ear slightly, speaking seductively into your ear. the vampires hand going from your neck to your chin, bringing your head to make eye contact, she had hair that was white as snow, with few black streaks, her sharp fangs catching your gaze.

the others fangs going on your neck, practically salivating, in a low whisper, she spoke “please..just a taste..mm..can’t control myself..” her voice had a slight begging to it, a growl escaping her lips. you nodded, finding this action extremely attractive, which felt so wrong, but so right. Before you could finish mentally preparing, a sharp sensation hit your neck, two hands wrapping around your waist, and deep groans escaping the others lips.

your vision blurred slightly, feeling little pain from the bite, tears pricked your eyes as the vampire drained your blood, a whimper flooded from your mouth, along with a thick swallow. “mm- t’tastes so fuckin’ good-“. one of arlecchinos hands found its way to your hair, holding your head steady.

she pulled away from your neck, licking the excess blood, as you were pushed onto a tree, her huge figure towering over you, kissing your soft lips, you could taste the blood on her lips, a metallic flavor. “g’gonna fuck you so good m’mkay-“ your lace panties were pulled to the side as two thick fingers dug into your tight pussy, your liquids going onto her digits.

you held onto her shoulders, steadying yourself as her fingers moved deeper and deeper inside your aching hole, curling them, her sharp nails hitting your walls, which caused a whimper and gasps to escape from your lips, your head dug into her shoulder, she whispered soft praises in your ear, such as ‘m’look so pretty like this’ ‘atta girl..doing such a good job f’me..’ etc.

you rode her hand, the lewd sounds made your face flush, groaning as you came to your limit, but right as you were going to release, she pulled her digits out, taking out her long, thick cock. you whimpered at the sight, her erection pulsed, the tip was so swollen, a pretty pink color, precum circling around it. she pried your thighs open, holding them with her hand as she slowly pushed herself in, she gasped softly as she felt the tip hit your velvety walls, you were so tight, so warm, it felt like heaven to her.

arlecchino slowly began to push in more, trying to muffle a loud moan, her eyes trying not to roll into the back of her head as she began to thrust in and out, your hips rolling to match her speed. tears fell down your cheeks as she pounded into you, the overwhelming pleasure making you gasp, your body trembling.

the vampire pulled your hair, gaspinf as she felt her release come closer. “mmph..close- s’so close.. lemme fill you up..cmon princess..” her voice was strained, she sounded like she physically needed it to live, needed to fill you up, needed to make her yours. suddenly she came, her thick load filling you up, your release followed, as she pulled out, her milky white liquid pouring out of you, she could cum again just from the sight.

her eyes matched with yours as she cleaned you both up, your inability to walk very entertaining to arlecchino, knowing she was the reason for it, this would definitely not be the last time you came to see her.

[seb5star]

sigh long way to go

[valentine-cafe]

Reluctant help with Alessio 164 and Mama moth!

Imagine Mama was flying by a forest in search for some mushrooms after hearing there will be a huge snow storm! So she needs to get some while she can. However, it seemed she had miscalculated when it will happen, cause as she's picking some out, she can feel the immense chill of the snow already creeping in.

Alarmed, she takes as many as she can and tries to fly away. However the chill had caught up, and as a moth- no matter of divinity, is in deep shit as they cannot stand the cold. So she flies around to find shelter and she comes across Emerald's home.

She doesn't want to ask him for help, she shouldn't! They're on opposite sides!!! But, it's either the winter or him. With a deep sigh she flies over and knocks on the door. A frown on her face is what greets him.

"Look, I wasn't expecting to... suddenly visit you. But it's really cold and my wings won't hold me up longer. So...if you'd be so kind, may I crash here until the storm lessens?"

(If you want to add in that this happens after the lil steamy night they had to add in more embarrassment then go ahead but y'all don't need to)

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˖⁺. ﹙ corrupt sorcerer god  x gn moth god reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . look what we have here !! 🍒 :  sorcerer ˖corrupt god character﹙ verse 164 alessio. ﹚

you made a bad decision to go out in the freezing cold. so you stop and ask your rival if he can shelter you 

"My, and what do we have here?"

The lilt to his voice tightens your fist. If he were not your last hope, surely you would have collided your knuckles straight into that infuriatingly charming smile of his.

Where does he get the audacity?

Alessio seems to read your train of thought. Especially with the way he leans into the cottage doorway. What a lovely home for a being from the depths of darkness.

With his head tilted to the side, one of his black horns adorned in gold chains and emerald jewels nears your face pulled into stoicism. You cannot help but admire him for his appearance. Black robes paired with golds and greens certainly suited the rhytaari of magic itself.

"Do not patronise me." You manage to jitter out. Teeth clambering from the bite of cold that quivers your wings. You swallow your pride and any more bitter words, your gaze lowered.

"If you can offer your aid it would be most appreciated. If not, I would rather you are outright. I prefer not to meddle with your sadistic games."

Silence creeps over, just as frost crawls along the glass of the cottage's windows. A cold reminder of the horrors you might face should you wander back into the woods in this weather.

Why should you expect warmth from him? Your own words speak truth. He is a sadi —

Velvet graces you beneath the chin. Long, dark claws dip below your jaw and raise you to face him. So that you meet emerald hues hung like crescents and a sinister smile that admittedly throbs your heart.

"I am not cruel enough to let a poor, defenceless creature scamper through my woods." The sharp claw at his thumb prods at your chin and with a swift, elegant tug, he jerks your head closer.

Smiling fangs. Crooning cruelty.

"Yet. I do think you would look absolutely stunning if you begged."

[mandowifey]

sis. MIGUEL O’HARA’S FANGS.

That IS ALL. PERIOD.

I gotta agree.

Bite.

Miguel O'hara x Reader

Miguel Masterlist

Warnings; Dark!Miguel, NEEDY!Miguel, consenual biting, blood drinking, teeth, kissing, passing out, reader is not specifically gendered!

(Short drabble)

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Miguel's hand fists into your hair, eyes glowing as he leers at you. He can hear the rapid pattering of your heart, like a bird trying to escape a cage. He parts his lips, brandishing his upper and lower fangs, a string of spit stretching between them.

"Please," you gasp, your eyes closing as you submit to him.

He hesitates, lingering his hungry gaze on the expanse of your throat. You whimper as he forces your head back, exposing your skin bare to him. The man leans in, nosing your neck and breathing in your scent. When he finds your pulse, he presses a delicate kiss there. You hold your breath, preparing for the inevitable.

The sting of teeth entering your skin draws a cry. Your little hands flying to grab at his chest as the warmth of his mouth compresses along your throat. Miguel moans against you, tongue lathing over your flesh as he sucks hungrily. Your taste warms him, and he wraps another strong arm around your hips, securing you against his body.

Stars burst behind your eyelids, feeling yourself begin to relax in his arms. He whimpers, withdrawing his teeth to lap at the punctures they left. His lips seal over them, sucking bruises into your skin. Miguel is gripping you so tight, the prick of his claws a sharp reminder of how easily he could lose control. He mutters against you, and you feel the long drag of his tongue up your throat.

Miguel kisses up your neck, finding your lips and colliding with you. You can taste your own blood on his mouth. His tongue greedily forces between your teeth, licking into you before pulling back and latching to the bite again. One of his large hands cradles the back of your skull, keeping your head from falling back as you begin to lose consciousness.

As you begin to drift, Miguel kisses you one more time, nudging his nose affectionately against yours before you finally pass out.

[yunjardi]

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[click here for this series's masterlist to read previous chapters, general warnings, and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], fluff, DADDY KINK, jake is a little possessive (???), going on a flight, public-ish sex, teasing, spanking, fingering, grinding, handjob, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mile high club 👀, lmk if i missed anything!]

*sorry for any grammar errors

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chapter 13: love phobia

"but you love me because i'm an idiot, right?"

your mind has been racing ever since jake uttered those words.

your stomach filled with butterflies from simply hearing him say the word 'love,' so what more if he told you that he loves you or vice versa? you didn't even fully know if you loved him for real or if he was just so kind, which you weren't used to, that you just think you love him.

love is not a word to use lightly, so you use it sparsely or not at all.

now that you had graduated university, you had way more time alone with your thoughts. the only thing standing between you being completely alone with your thought was your job at the bar which you were now wary of. you would quit your job because of those horrible incidents but if jake ever left and cut you off financially, you would barely have enough money to keep yourself afloat. those tips and your regular salary could only get you so far.

speaking of work, you should be focusing on serving drinks at your first night shift in awhile, but you can't seem to get your head straight, thoughts of jake floating in your brain with seemingly no end.

"earth to y/n," yeji said in a ghostly voice, snapping you back into reality, "your next round of guests are here." she laughed as she looked at your dazed expression.

you quickly got your shit together, unbuttoned your shirt lower to appeal to the guests, and went over to serve them.

"good evening, everyone," you greeted them whilst pulling out your notepad and pen to write down what drinks they wanted to order, "would you like to know our weekly specials or-" your voice stopped itself once you looked up at the group you were serving.

you didn't pay any mind to them until you locked eyes with the one and only sunghoon.

but it wasn't over yet.

sitting next to him was none other than mr. choi yeonjun.

at this point, you were sick of your worlds colliding with one another.

you tried to keep things casual and act like you didn't know them, but sunghoon just had to say something.

"oh hey, y/n," he greeted you with a smirk, his sharp fangs showing through, "you never struck me as the type of girl to work in a bar." you smiled sheepishly and simply nodded, trying so desperately to eliminate the awkwardness. "ah, i'm sure this place keeps you busy, doesn't it?" yeonjun chimed in with a smirk painted on his face, "you should call me whenever you have free time, though." he so casually flirted with you. the rest of the table didn't seem to pay any mind to you and sunghoon though you wished someone, anyone else, would just say something.

"so, um," you started with a painfully awkward chuckle, "is everyone ready?" you asked to which the rest of the table, thankfully, nodded. you took their orders as fast as you possibly could before practically dashing off to your side of the bar to begin mixing drinks. unfortunately, sunghoon and yeonjun both decided to follow you over to the bar like two puppies following behind their owner.

"i haven't seen you in awhile," sunghoon sighed out sarcastically as he rested his chin on his palm, "we should catch up." yeonjun nodded as if you didn't just see him a few weeks ago.

"that's probably not a good idea," you sheepishly laughed as you turned around to pour liquor into your drink shaker, "isn't it a little awkward after what happened? isn't jake literally one of your best friends?" you tried to keep your voice low. "oh yeah, of course he is," sunghoon said casually, "he kept calm around you, but he definitely didn't take the fact that we fucked lightly. he's so adamant about no other guy touching you or whatever. we made up, of course, but it's still a sensitive topic; he'll quite literally leave a room if it's ever brought up. but man, i've never seen that guy be so serious about anything." he shrugged. you were fully appalled at how he so easily talked about the situation.

"i had no idea that you were this kind of girl, y/n," yeonjun pointed out to which you cocked your head in confusion at his statement, still shaking and pouring drinks, "the type of girl who likes to have multiple guys, you know?" your eyes widened. "ah, it's not like that, i promise," you smiled weakly followed by a sigh, "just a coincidence, maybe?" 

"in case you aren't aware, literally every guy who's seen you and jake's little videos wants a taste of you," yeonjun remarked as he took a sip of the drink he ordered. "and rightfully so," sunghoon added under his breath, recalling his time with you at the sex club. 'pervs,' you internally rolled your eyes and scowled as you finally finished making the last of the drinks. 

"i'm not sure you realize how popular you are amongst men," yeonjun said breathily.

yeah, you didn't know and you didn't want to know either. you didn't log onto social media that often, but that messy situation led you to not open it for months; you weren't ready, or ever will be, to hear what the public thinks about you and your relation to jake.

you didn't even exactly understand what all the fuss was about; it was just a few dirty videos, so why were people making such a big deal over something you're trying to forget. like come on, it felt like that situation happened ages ago. 

after mixing the last of the drinks for sunghoon and yeonjun's table, you went over to serve the others who accompanied them and left the situation as soon as you possibly could. 

that's when you remembered that jake was supposed to pick you up after your shift ended, and he, of course, always arrived earlier than he should whenever he'd pick you up.

shit, shit, shit.

you hoped and prayed that he wouldn't think there was something going on with sunghoon and yeonjun if they were still at the bar by the time he showed up, which they likely would be. in your frantic state, you were able to spot yeji across the bar to which you dashed in your direction. she was quick to notice how frantic you were as you walked toward her, putting down the drink tray she was holding to check on you.

"hey, yeji," you started with a sheepish smile, "we have a bit of a situation." her eyes widened. "which is?" she questioned with curiosity. "potential drama alert," you whispered to her, "sunghoon and yeonjun just so happened to be part of my assigned table. do you mind covering from me so that jake doesn't think there's anthing suspicious going down whenever he gets here? i'll go check up on them once last time before i hand them over to you if that's cool with you?" you looked around the room as discreetly as you could just in case. "of course, y/n," she agreed, shaking your shoulder playfully, "the last thing you need in your life is more drama." you let out a sigh of relief as you began to approach the table one last time before officially clocking out.

"is everything okay over here? anything else i can get you tonight?" you asked, hoping with your entire being that they'd say no.

"well..." yeonjun let his voice drift off as he pretended to think, "another cocktail would be nice if you don't mind." you gave him a sheepish smile followed by a nod. 'actually, i do mind,' you thought to yourself, annoyed. "sounds good," you lied, "i'll have that out for you asap." you tried to walk away alone, but of course both yeonjun and sunghoon wanted to come and join you.

you pulled your drink shaker out from behind the counter and began to pour alcohol and ice into it, trying to mix as quickly as you could. "actually," sunghoon started, "i'd like one too." at this point, they were both just teasing you. now you had double the work all because sunghoon wanted to be a difficult piece of shit.

you were fully aware that you probably looked goofy by the way you were trying to quickly mix two cocktails basically simultaneously, but you stopped caring after remembering why you were rushing in the first place. you just let sunghoon and yeonjun keep staring at you do whatever you were doing, but you were soon sent into a panic once you saw jake enter the bar.

'please don't come any closer, please don't come any closer,' you repeated to yourself in your mind, but alas, your begging to the universe was not successful. you could see jake getting closer and closer from the corner of your eye, but you decided to avoid eye-contact until he reached your bartending counter.

"oh," you heard jake start speaking, "i didn't expect to see you here, sunghoon." it was obvious that he was trying his best to keep his composure. "oh, hey, bro," sunghoon reached out to do a weird handshake thing with jake, "i didn't expect to see you here either. here for a drink?" sunghoon questioned. "actually, i'm here to take y/n home whenever her shift ends," jake seemed to brag as he sat on one of the barstools nonchalantly, trying not to seem bothered, "just let me know when you're ready to go, princess." he emphasized the nickname he had for you. "actually," you started as you wiped down the counter one last time, "i'm ready now." sunghoon and yeonjun seemed surprised at your answer considering that you were technically their hostess and they hadn't finished yet.

"don't worry, you two," you tried to seem as reassuring as possibly, "yeji will take care of you for the rest of your time here." you flashed them a forced smile as you untied your short waist apron and headed over to the break room with jake.

once you got inside the break room, you walked over to the labeled hooks on the wall and hung up your apron, but before you could turn around, you heard the door lock.

"jake?" you asked, watching his hand leave the doorhandle. "mhm?" he responded, "something wrong, princess?" he questioned as he approached you. "n-no," you stuttered out, "just wondering why you locked the door is all." jake looked down at you and smirked before beginning to speak again.

"any particular reason those two were making eyes at you while you were mixing drinks at your station?" jake questioned as he cupped one of your cheeks with his big hand. your face grew hot at the tone of voice he used. was he jealous again? "of course not," you responded shyly, "they just happened to be at the table i was serving at and they decided to follow me to my station. nothing going on, i promise, jakey." he stepped closer to you. "hmm," he pretended to think as he let his hands wander your body, "i don't like how flirty they were being toward my princess. you weren't thinking of doing something behind daddy's back, were you?" jake asked amorously with a hint of sarcasm. "n-no!" you shook your head frantically, "n-never." jake smirked at your answer, slowly backing you into the back of the break room's couch. without warning, he lifted one of your legs so that your knee was resting on the back of the couch. slowly, he began running his hands up and down your inner thighs, ever so slightly swiping your entrance with one finger which made you let out a quiet yelp.

"please touch me," you begged him as you looked up at him with your pretty eyes. "what do you mean, princess? i already am," jake responded with sarcasm as he continued to tease you gently, "how do you want daddy to touch you?" you turned your face away from him, not wanting him to see how bashful you were getting simply because of his words, but that was soon reversed when jake took it upon himself to tilt your chin back over so that you were looking at him again.

"tell me, princess," jake repeated, his tone more firm than before, "you know daddy always gives you exactly what you want."

not wanting to verbally respond because you felt too shy, you let your hand trail down his thigh, feeling around until you could feel his hard through his jeans. jake's body grew goosebumps from your soft caresses. he kept on rubbing his big hand on your ass and letting his knuckles brush past your clothed entrance until he worked up enough courage to spank you, earning another yelp from you. 

"daddy, please?" you begged again, "w-want your fingers." jake let out a sexy chuckle as he continued to rub circles on your ass and thighs, eventually pulling your panties to the side to feel how wet you'd gotten for him. "so wet for me already," jake smirked, his accent turning you on further, "do you like when i scold you for letting other men be all over you, hm? do you like making daddy jealous?" jake asked you as he left hard spanks on your ass, making you whimper in pleasure. "n-no," you responded in a squeak, "n-no, i promise."

jake let his hands wander more, eventually cupping one of your tits as he slickly slipped one of his fingers into your dripping wet pussy. you let out a breathy moan at the sensation of him fingering you while playing with your breast. you let out a moan to which jake moved his hand from your breast to your mouth, covering it up. "shh, princess," jake whispered in your ear, "you have to be quieter; no one can hear us in here, right?" you nodded as jake removed his palm from your mouth, gently telling you to hush once more before continuing to finger you again.

"jake," you breathed out as you reached out to grab his wrist, "i need you... please?" you begged him as he let out a light sigh of pleasure at your submissiveness. "i could never say no to you," jake kissed your neck, "but we have to make it quick, okay? and i need you to be as quiet as possible, yeah?" you whimpered and nodded.

you let jake bend you over the arm of the couch, his arm holding you steady as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. the clanking of his expensive designer belt buckle always turned you on further because that noise always meant that he was gonna let you have it until you couldn't remember your name.

"keep quiet, okay, princess?" jake hushed once more before pumping his cock a few times before slowly letting his tip enter your tight entrance. he hissed at the feeling, placing one of his hands on top of yours once bottoming out.

at this point, you were trying to control your moans with ever ounce of your being, but you couldn't help but let a few escape your lips to which jake tilted your head to the side so he could swallow every sound that you let leave your lips. it didn't help that jake was beginning to speed up so you two could finish faster in fear that someone would start knocking.

'no one knock, please,' jake thought to himself as he fucked your tight hole, almost at his high.

"daddy, slow down," you mewled almost silently, "i c-can't control it." the 'it' being your moans. there was something different about being pounded from behind by jake that sent your body into a frenzy. jake tilted your head up to his and gave you a kiss on the lips as he slowed down his pace, not wanting you to get too overwhelmed.

your request may have seemed simple enough, but not many guys would have been respectful enough to fulfill your request, opting to make excuses as a way to manipulate you into agreeing to their ideas/ideologies. jake was not that type of guy, though, making sure that he catered to your every desire whether sexually or generally.

"is that better, baby?" he asked after kissing your lips to which you nodded, still trying to keep your noises to a minimum. after your response, jake continued to fuck you steadily. pumping his cock into your tight pussy at a gentler pace turned him on further, getting to feel every little bit of you.

"fuck, i'm close," jake let out a breathy groan, "where do you want it?" a stupid question for him to ask considering the fact that he always finishes inside you. "i-inside," you mewled as you pushed your ass back at him, causing him to hiss at the feeling. jake wanted so badly to spank your pretty ass, but he knew that it would make you moan out loud so he had to control himself.

it became increasingly hard by the millisecond for you to stop yourself from moaning and crying out for jake as he continued to fuck you at a steady pace. you couldn't help the tiny, breathy moans that subconsciously escaped your lips as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "jake," you mewled ever so quietly, "n-need to cum." jake bent himself down to kiss your neck, whispering in your ear for you to let loose for him before he let his seed leak into you. obeying, you came for jake, your body twitching and quivering from the extent of how much you were controlling yourself.

once jake was certain that he emptied all his seed inside of you, he helped you get cleaned up with some tissues that were stored on a shelf.

"you did so good for me, princess," jake praised you as he assisted you in straightening out your outfit. your face turned warm as jake flashed a smile at you.

"now don't think you have to go around and make me jealous just to get me to fuck you like that again," jake let out a light chuckle as he tightened his belt. "i wasn't trying to make you jealous, jakey," you pouted as you held into the sleeve of his shirt, shaking it around playfully, "i would never do it on purpose."

"i believe you, y/n," jake reassured you with a sweet tone, "but regardless, i don't like when other men touch my princess in ways that only i should be touching her." jake seemed to go quiet for a second, worried that he sounded overly possessive over you, but he just let the words fall out of his mouth without thinking beforehand.

was he implying that he wanted you all to himself?

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as another day came, it meant another day to think about how you feel about jake, another day to think about how jake makes you feel, and another day to ponder if jake was telling you the truth or just trying to get you to swoon over him with his sweet-talk. (which was working like a charm)

you wished that you could stop thinking about jake for just for one measly second, but your mind always had other plans.

you kept letting thoughts circulate in your mind as your fingers toyed with the fabric of the short silk nightdress you were dressed in that, of course, jake bought for you.

he was literally everywhere with you though not being physically present.

the clothes you wore? jake bought them.

the diamonds that lay cold on the skin of your neck and wrists? jake bought them.

the several pairs of shoes that you'd never thought you'd own in a million years? jake bought them.

the vintage accessories from all your favorite brands? jake bought them.

all the money.

all the spoiling.

everything.

everything was because of him.

jake reeled you in with his charm and his money, but why did it feel like something more than just a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship? maybe you were just delusional and blinded by his actions to think straight.

after all, your life had been molded into a fantasy because of him practically over night; something that some could only dream of. you felt like you were living every girl's dream life while barely having to life a finger.

you went from working 12 hour shifts at the bar to barely be able to afford paying for school and your home to being affiliated with one of the richest men in the country.

all because of sex in exchange for a diamond necklace.

some would call you pathetic and a gold-digger, which you often felt like in all honesty, but you knew in your heart that this was something more.

or at least it felt like it was something more.

but in all honesty, you didn't want to feel anymore; you wanted to truly know. you wanted so badly to find inner peace in regards to anything that was related to jake whether it was him admitting that he (allegedly) wants to be more than friends, or, if that isn't the case and he's just been stringing you along all this time, basically leaving everything behind if you wanted even the slightest chance of forgetting about him.

you want jake, but you also feel like you don't or maybe shouldn't.

bzzz...

bzzz...

bzzz...

your ears perked up at the sound of your phone vibrating as you scrambled to find where it was on your bed.

once you found it, you didn't even bother to check who was calling before pressing the green button.

"hello?" you asked once answering the phone, "sorry it to me awhile to pick up." you chuckled sheepishly. "don't worry, princess. i'm just glad you answered," the person responded to which you realized the familiar accented voice.

ah, jake. who else could it have been?

"oh, hi, jake," you smiled as if he could see your giddy expression, "did you need something?" you asked, curious as to why he decided to call you because it's rare that he does so; he usually just shows up to your front door. "hmm," jake's voice trailed off, "i was wondering if i could come see my favorite girl today, maybe pick her up and take her to my house, go out to town with her, possibly have her spend the night?" he rambled on and on. each time he made a statement, you felt yourself blushing more and more until your cheeks became the equivalent of a ripe strawberry.

hearing jake say the phrase 'my favorite girl' made your stomach erupt with butterflies. he made you feel so special, so pampered, so... loved?

wanting to seem as if you weren't trying viciously to control yourself from giggling into your pillow, you slickly responded to him with a flirty tone.

"hmm... maybe drive over to her house and find out."

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the sound of knocking on your door came to the front of your mind after a few seconds of being distracted by fixing your hair. you sped over to the front door from the bathroom to open it up, a bit eager to see jake. you were greeted by jake's smiley face as he held out some luxurious roses that he'd bought for you.

"aww, puppy," you gushed with adoration as you melted into a puddle of bashfulness, making jake blush in return, "so sweet." jake pulled you closer upon placing the bundle of roses onto the counter next to perry's bowl.

"i missed you," jake pouted before pulling you into a kiss, his soft, plump lips sending a swarm of butterflies into your whole body. "jake, we saw each other two days ago." you pointed out with a light chuckle after breaking away from the kiss. "well," he started, "i always miss you when you're not around."

you felt your stomach do a flip upon hearing jake tell you that information. of course, you felt the same way, but you definitely weren't going to voice it because you didn't think you'd physically be able to.

"you don't have to miss me anymore," you smiled against his chest, "we get to spend the whole day together." jake let out one of his excited giggles as he trailed his hands down to your lower back in a somehow non-sexual way; it felt more comforting than sexual if anything.

"well, i have some news before we start our day together," jake announced, his hand trailing up to your chin to tilt it upward, giving you no choice but to look at his pretty face as you nodded for him to continue, "i'm going to japan for a business conference, and-"

"wait, when? when are you leaving? how long are you gonna be there? ... when are you coming back?" your mouth spilled out questions because of unexpected worry, causing you to interrupt jake before he could even finish his statement.

"hey, hey, don't worry, princess. you didn't let me finish," jake reassured you with a pretty smile, "i was gonna ask if you wanted to come with me, silly."

your eyes lit up and widened at the thought of going on a trip with jake. him asking you to come to japan with him felt like a dream in itself.

without any hesitation, you responded with "i'd love to!" to which jake gave you a toothy grin as he held you close, his heart feeling just as eager as yours at the thought of going on your first trip together. he took a second to ponder everything that he wanted to do with you in japan.

going out for walks at night when the city is all lit up, trying out a new restaurant, going to a cute little animal café, shopping (of course), and, most importantly, getting to watch the beautiful cherry blossoms together which is something he's always wanted to do with you.

jake could barely hide his excitement before making you throw on an outfit, that matched his, of course, and dragging you out to buy new clothes for the trip.

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"i think this one is perfect, yeah?" you let out a content sigh, smiling as you spun around for jake to see the pretty garment from all angles. "it's hard for me to give an opinion considering that i think you look beautiful in everything," jake chuckled shyly as he adored you, "besides, you can choose any and all the clothes you want; no limits. so i'm sure we'll find a bunch more things that look perfect on you even after we buy this one."

you always loved going out shopping with jake, not just because you could literally buy everything you laid your eyes on, but also because jake always made you blush with his sweet compliments that never failed to give you a bit of self confidence.

the shopping trip was far from over, and let's just say that you two were about be the best-dressed people in japan for the duration of your stay.

after purchasing the garment, you two moved from store to store all throughout the shopping center until you felt content with all the pretty clothes and accessories jake bought for you. he even took it upon himself to get a few pieces of clothing for himself that coordinated with the outfits you chose. along with everything else the two of you bought that day, jake decided that the last touch should be something matching, so he took you into a dior store and let you pick out a pretty diamond choker then finding one for himself that looked similar to the one you chose.

going on shopping sprees with jake never failed to astound you; it seemed that the final price at the end of the day got higher and higher after every individual shopping session that you two have gone on. were you getting used to it? yes. do you still have underlying guilt for spending that much money? absolutely.

after spending what felt like, and probably was, millions of dollars, there was one more stop that jake wanted to make before going back home.

he led you into a fancy, luxury lingerie store that made you gulp nervously, not knowing what he had up his sleeve. jake was very mischievous when it came to stuff like this, so you wouldn't be surprised if he had some dirty intentions.

jake approached the counter as he waved at the employee who was working behind it. you watched as she blushed over jake once he began to talk to her, making you feel a bit of discomfort at the way jake seemed to talk to her with such finesse. her building flirtatiousness took over your mind, causing you to subconsciously pull jake closer to you. jake immediately noticed your nonverbal action and knew exactly what was bothering you, after all, you two spent a majority of your time together so of course he eventually began to pick up on your body language.

"anyway," jake smiled, "i'm here to pick up and order that i placed a few days ago." the employee seemed to be caught off guard by jake's sudden change in demeanor but still proceeded to ask him for his order details although she had zero time to process why his tone switched so suddenly. she turned around to check the shelf with neatly placed boxes that were tied off with gold, shimmery ribbons to look for the box that was labeled with his name.

"is it this one?" she asked, undoing the bowtie to reveal the contents of the, very extravagantly decorated, box. your eyes widened upon seeing the garments, them specifically being custom lingerie sets. you couldn't control the way your face was beginning to turn bright pink upon laying your eyes on the pretty panties that had 'jake,' 'daddy's girl,' and 'princess.' embroidered on the fabric in shimmery pink thread. you thought it was over, but nope, there was another layer of tissue paper covering more of the box's contents. jake gently moved the tissue paper to the side only to reveal more risqué garments.

pink lace lingerie, thigh garters, sheer bralettes, more custom embroidered panties decorated with cute, tiny bows, basically everything that he wanted to see you in.

jake is such a horndog for buying all this stuff for you, but you couldn't lie and say it wasn't making your stomach jump at the thought of what was going through jake's mind when he was ordering everything.

"yup this is the one," jake smiled innocently as if he didn't do anything cheeky.

once the employee turned the box to face her so that she could tie the ribbon back up, her face immediately turned bright red at the sight of what was inside the box. she scrambled to knot the ribbon and quickly pushed the box back toward jake. you couldn't tell if the look on her face was one of jealousy, flustered-ness, or both.

"you are such a dirty boy," you scolded jake with a light smack on his bicep as he giggled, "i can't believe you actually bought all that." jake couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face as he looked down at you, your face still pink from being flustered. "i can't tell if you're pleasantly surprised or surprised in a shocked sense," he chuckled as he held you close to him while the two of you walked back to his car. "a bit of both," you laughed in response.

"oh, the things you drive me do, y/n... you have no idea."

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you, stupidly, decided to pack for your trip to japan last minute which caused you to scramble around to make sure you had everything you needed before jake came to pick you up.

honestly, it was a lot easier to pack since you had way more clothes and outfits that jake curated for you; digging through your wardrobe for decent clothes to wear on vacation was now a thing of the past. you were done packing before you expected to be, so you had a bit of downtime before jake would arrive.

just before you pulled your phone out of your pocket, you felt it vibrate.

you let out a light chuckle after your little text conversation with yeji ended, but you couldn't help but begin to think about those cheesy things even though they were far from your reality. you wondered if that's how you and jake looked like from an outside perspective.

a couple.

just as you were about to get lost in your thoughts again, the doorbell rang. 'thank god,' you thought to yourself as you ran to answer the door. you opened up the door, surprised to see that jake had suddenly changed his hair color again.

"woah, since when were you blond again?" you chuckled as you pulled jake closer to you, hugging him and letting his cologne blind your senses. "since earlier this morning," jake responded with a sheepish smile, "just wanted to change things up again. d-do you like it?" he asked with a nervous tone to which you giggled. "i love it," you reassured him as you played with strands of his freshly dyed hair, "as much as i love your natural hair, i've missed the blond; it makes you look like a cute fuzzy puppy." jake's ears began to turn pink at your sweet compliment which made you giggle and give him another tight hug.

"we should get going now," jake pointed out as he glanced at his expensive cartier watch, "lemme get your bags for you." you let out a hum in response, a smile subconsciously growing on your face due to jake's gentlemanly gesture. the fact that this was how he genuinely acted without request always made your heart beat a bit quicker than usual.

he's sweet.

jake is so sweet.

getting into the car, jake began to head over to the airport. your stomach couldn't help but feel funny due to a bit of flight anxiety.

odd for you considering you've never been on a plane before.

"i'm kinda nervous," you voiced with a light chuckle, "i've never..." jake looked over to you with wide eyes, shocked at the new piece of y/n lore. "so... it's your first time?" jake joked cheekily, earning a light smack on the arm from you as became red in the face. "yes, it's "my first time," jake," you bickered back jokingly.

"i promise you'll be okay, princess," jake reassured you with a kiss on the cheek while you two waited at a traffic light, "i'll be there the whole time."

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once you pulled into the private parking lot of the (rich people) part of the airport, you were unpleasantly surprised by a decent-sized swarm of reporters with cameras. you looked over at jake with a bit of a concerned expression on your face.

"oh, that," jake smiled nervously, putting one of his hands on the nape of his neck, "whenever one of the company's heirs goes on a business related trip without the head of the company, it's seen as a huge deal. oh and also-"

knock, knock, knock.

jake was interrupted by knocks on the window, startling both you and him. looking over, you saw the face of the man who you'd rather not be seeing at the moment.

sunghoon.

excited, jake opened his door, hopping out of the car to greet one of his best friends. it made you feel rather uneasy to witness them interact; not because you didn't like or sunghoon or anything like that, but because you wondered how things could be so chill between them even though you unknowingly fucked jake's best friend.

were you the only one who couldn't get over it? the only one who still felt gut-wrenching guilt?

jake peeked his head into the car, smiling at you nervously before telling you the not-so-great news that you, him, and his friends would all be flying in the private plane together.

you felt your stomach drop, knowing that you'd be stuck in a floating metal tube with his friends for roughly two hours. and on top of that, it's your first time flying. you just shook everything off, remembering that jake was kind enough to let you tag along. that's all that matters, right?

once you were done freaking out, you opened the car door to step out. you so badly wanted to avoid the paparazzi, not ready for the press to be writing about you and jake again, and it'll probably be worse this time around considering that you're with him alongside his friends. 'stay calm,' you scolded yourself as you walked over to help jake unload the luggages from the trunk of his car.

"don't worry, i got it, princess," jake smiled warmly after tucking some of your hair behind your ear and leaning in for a peck on the cheek. it made you nervous to be kissed by jake with so many cameras around. you hoped and prayed that they didn't get a shot of it because of obvious reasons. people who worked for the private flight company began to load the plane with everyone's bags as you, jake, jay and heeseung (jake's two friends that you'd met previously) and of course sunghoon started to head over to the plane's entrance.

jake held your hand while leading you over to go up the ladder to get into the plane, continuing to hold your hand with every step up you took. you could practically feel the cameras all over you and jake, but he didn't seem to mind for some reason.

and as if the situation couldn't get any more shocking, you were pleasantly greeted by the interior of the private aircraft.

private seating if you wanted to be alone, group seating if you wanted to mingle with the other people who you're on the flight with, and two little closed off cabin rooms which was crazy because you didn't think that was a real thing.

"go ahead and sit wherever you want, princess," jake told you, letting you pick out where you wanted to spend the duration of your plane journey. "can we maybe," you looked down, becoming bashful, "use one of the rooms." you shyly suggested to which jake couldn't help smirk. "whatever my princess wants, she gets," jake remarked, giving you a passionate kiss on the lips, "go ahead and wait in there for me, okay?" you looked into his pretty eyes and nodded, opening the door to reveal a comfy looking bed, overhead storage, and a little window. closing the door behind you, you went to go sit on the bed.

"is this actually my life now?" you asked yourself quietly as you looked around at your surroundings. you still weren't used to it despite all the time you've spent with jake. more often than not, you were wondering how you, a, now graduated, broke college student working at a bar, managed to end up in this situation. you were thankful, yes, but it still left you feeling overwhelmed by everything that came along with living this type of lifestyle. midway through getting lost in your thoughts, you heard the door handle twist, being greeted by jake's pretty face.

"we'll be taking off now, okay?" jake informed you as he walked over to the bed and pulled you close, "i'll be here if you're nervous." you nodded, cuddling up to him while fearing the fact that you were about to be so high in the sky. simply hearing the plane engine start was enough to freak you out. jake felt you tense up as the plane began to take flight.

"hey, hey," jake comforted you, "focus on me, okay? you'll be alright." you nodded though you grew shy from looking at his pretty face. jake chuckled, pulling you on top of his lap and holding your face in his hands. "that's right, my pretty girl."

instinctively, you pushed your hips onto his, prompting jake to bring his hands to your waist. "needy?" jake asked, "in this situation?" he teased. "i-i didn't mean to," you sputtered out nervously to which jake shut you up with a passionate kiss. "well, do you want to?" jake asked curiously as he ran his hands all of your body, eventually trailing them down to your ass. "mhm," you responded, "please?" jake kissed your neck as you continued to grind on his clothed member. you don't know when or how, but your clothes were now discarded to the side, your lips on jakes as you stroked his length with your hand. you loved the groans and light whimpers that jake let out as you pleased him with your hands, and you were eager to let him use your body.

when he felt like the time was right, jake lifted you up and sat you down on his length, causing you to moan out as you held onto his shoulders. "so warm and wet for me," jake spoke lowly in your ear, sending shivers down your whole body. "just for y-you," your voice quivered as you roughly moved your hips on his, wanting to feel him deep inside you. "mhm, all for daddy," jake smirked while squeezing your pretty ass, "no one else but me." you nodded with a whimper in response.

jake pushed your hips further down onto his, wanting his tip to perfectly hit your little sweet spot. you whined as your thighs trembled, already feeling overstimulated from his length. you found yourself glancing to the side at the small window to which jake placed his hand on your chin to face back at him. "focus on me, baby," jake said softly, giving you a peck on the lips and rolling his hips against yours. you gasped and moaned out at the sudden waves of pleasure traveling from your inner thighs to your core.

"turn around," jake demanded after lifting you off of him to which you, of course, complied. you pushed your hips toward him as you arched your back eagerly, begging him to fuck you more. "that's a good girl," jake smirked, teasing your entrance with his swollen tip before fully pushing himself inside. "s-so good," you stuttered out in between moans and whines, "w-want your cum so bad."

jake bent forward to lift you up, your back now against his chest as he thrusted upward into you. you tightly gripped onto one of his forearms while he kissed your neck, your pussy aching. "mmh," you moaned out, "feels so good, daddy." jake groaned for you as he caressed your inner thighs, causing you to shiver. "i know, princess," jake chuckled sexily, "fuck, it feels so good to be deep inside you. it's your first time flying and all you can think about is being stuffed with my cock, huh?" you nodded and whimpered in response. "m-mhm," you managed to sputter out between moans, "always want you s-so bad."

it wasn't long until jake finally let loose, ropes of his hot cum painting your walls white.

putting you down, he gave you some time to catch your breath before giving you a few kisses.

"you're so cute," jake said out of nowhere. "where did that come from?" you questioned with a chuckle as your cheeks turned pink. "just wanted to point it out," he shrugged with a smile, "now go ahead and rest for the remainder of the flight, princess."

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once the flight landed, you were forced to wake up from your nap which you weren't very happy about. upon getting off the plane and into the car that would take you and the others to the fancy airbnb, jake decided to keep you separated from his pestery friends because he knew that they'd only make you grumpier.

you spent the duration of the car ride with your head on jake's shoulder, trying not to fall asleep yet again and wanting to enjoy the view of the sunset over the city. unfortunately, you ended up drifting off to sleep again which jake found cute after watching how desperately you tried to keep your eyes opened. upon arriving to the place you would be staying at for the duration of the trip, jake, still keeping you a good distance away from his friends, brought you into one of the rooms so you could lay down and rest. he assisted you in getting changed into one of his shirts before you laid down on the cloud-like bed.

"you're so cute when you're sleepy," jake gushed as you wrapped yourself in the duvet, "i'll be right outside in the lounge area with the guys; we're gonna catch up a bit before we go to sleep. i'll be here later, okay?" you nodded sleepily in response, grabbing him closer by his hoodie sleeve so that he could give you one last kiss before leaving the room.

your drowsiness was really getting the best of you, causing you to expose your vulnerability and yearning for jake and his presence. you felt queasy at the thought of jake possibly thinking that you were being too needy. you also felt an odd sense of uneasiness from all the intimate moments that you and jake shared throughout the whole day because it felt almost wrong to be so intimate with someone who isn't even your boyfriend. jake isn't your boyfriend, but why do you feel so comfortable giving yourself to him? you began to feel somewhat guilty about your natural instincts when it came to being around him, but you couldn't seem find it in you to stop. why did it all feel so natural?

your thoughts were brought to a halt when you felt jake touch you.

"oh, and one more thing," jake added, "i need you to hold something for me until i get back in here." confused, you cocked your head to the side, squishing your face deeper into the pillow.

jake motioned for you to hold out your hand, and once you did, he gave you a kiss on your palm, rolled your hand into a fist, and let you move your hand back toward yourself.

you couldn't control the way your stomach flipped and the amount of blood rushing to your cheeks as jake flashed his cute smile.

"and you can give that kiss to me later when i come back."

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you found yourself in a haze and half awake after what you presumed was a few hours. jake still wasn't in bed with you, but you could hear him chatting with his friends just outside your room which put you at ease. as much as you tried not to, you ended up eavesdropping on their conversation and were shocked to hear that you were the topic of discussion.

"poor y/n," one of his friends joked as he took a sip of alcohol, "jake really dragged her all the way out here because he can't survive 5 minutes without her." his friends laughed in response as jake's face turned red.

"hey!" he sulked, "i-it's not that." he responded shyly, taking a small sip of his drink.

"then what is it, hm?" another one of his friends questioned with a smirk plastered on his face.

"well, i-i just thought it'd be fun to go on a trip, y'know? s-she's never been here before, so i wanna show her around, right?" jake sputtered out, the mild interrogation being enough to make him sober from the alcohol him and his friends had been drinking, "i already have some things planned out; i just wanna show her a good time."

"a different kind of good time for once," one of the guys joked again, "c'mon, man, we all heard the two of you earlier." hearing one of his friends admit that made him get shy again as they all continued to tease him. "hey, we gotta give jake some credit," another friend chimed in, "he knows what he's doing if you know what i mean. not every guy can make a girl moan like that-"

"okay," jake said with panicked chuckle, stretching out the last syllable of the word he spoke, "i think it's time we all got some rest. after all, it's getting a little late, right?" his friends laughed at his bashfulness but agreed that they really should get some rest. "wait, don't turn off the lights yet," jake said holding out one of his hands, "i need to get a glass of water to put on y/n's bedside table." one of his buddies let out a light sigh followed by a wholesome chuckle. "how do you manage to remember all these little things about her?"

"well," jake's voice trailed off as he poured a glass of cold water for you,

"she's my everything."

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a/n: chapter 13 is finally here after literal months! thank you all for being so patient with me throughout these past few months :,) it means a lot that you've stuck around with me 🩷 now that school and exams are over and it's officially summer break, i'll have an abundance of free time to write for you all! pls look forward to more updates from me 🩷

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𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝟭𝟬𝟬 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 - 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗦𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 -( 1 )

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This is my first LONG PROJECT, so much ideas. I had to shorten

PROMPT : FALLING FOR YOU

TRIGGER WARNING : Graphic Violence, Gore, Murder, Death, Dark Themes

CHARACTER USED : Ronin from Killer Chat!

SUMMARY : You're a shrine keeper, One day you met a strange man with teeth like fangs, Which you thought belonged to the Tengu, There's so much about him. Will you lead into the gift he gives you? He opened the door, You always kept close. Following him is your wish

WORDS : 10947

"Stay still, sweet pea… I promise, I won’t take your life." His voice was a velvety whisper against your ear, his grip firm yet teasing as he held your trembling hand.

"Mm… Forgive me, darling, but I haven’t had a taste in quite some time," Ronin murmured, his lips hovering just above your skin. "It won’t take long… just a little sip." His hungry gaze followed the faint pulse beneath your throat, temptation darkening his black eyes.

"I'm afraid I must decline."

Before he could react, the world twisted—sky and earth flipping as he was thrown backward. Pain erupted along his shoulders, his back colliding hard against the ground. His head swam from the impact, but a sharp thrill curled through him.

Then, your voice, low and unwavering.

"Don't underestimate me… I’m far stronger than you think."

Ronin barely had a moment to react before your fist connected with his chest—a direct, clean strike infused with divine energy.

A sharp crack echoed through the night as he staggered back, breath hitching. Pain laced through his ribs, but his lips curled into a slow, almost blissful smile.

"Ah… That was divine," he purred, crimson eyes hazy as he gazed up at you. "Such strength… such beauty… Oh, darling, you’ve utterly ruined me."

His body swayed, legs giving out beneath him. As the world blurred at the edges, his last thought was that he had never seen anything so breathtaking as you, standing tall beneath the moonlight, fire in your eyes.

Then, with a dreamy sigh, Ronin collapsed, utterly smitten—and completely unconscious.

When he woke, the world was unfamiliar. The dim light flickered against wooden walls, and the scent of incense lingered in the air. This wasn’t the cold embrace of the night he knew—this was a room, warm and quiet.

Something was different.

Ronin’s sharp eyes flicked downward, his brow arching as he took in the strange garments draped over his body. Someone had changed his clothes. A thick futon cradled him, softer than he cared to admit.

Before he could dwell on it, the sliding door creaked open. The one who had thrown him down not long ago stepped inside, carrying a small wooden tray.

"You're awake." Their voice was steady, unreadable. "You should eat something."

Ronin leaned back against the futon, amusement curling at the edges of his lips. "You are offering me food?" His tone was smooth, teasing, but the person merely set the tray before him.

He eyed the simple meal with mild curiosity. A bowl of dark broth, pale vegetables floating within. A small pile of pickled greens. And a white, rounded shape.

"...What is this?" he mused aloud.

"Miso soup, pickles, and onigiri," they explained. "Haven’t you tried them before?"

Ronin let out a soft chuckle, his fangs catching the light. "You realize I intended to make you my meal… And yet, here you are, feeding me?" His voice dropped, slow and indulgent. "How unexpected."

They didn’t respond, only crossed their arms and waited.

A sigh left his lips. "Very well, if only to humor you."

He lifted the bowl to his lips, taking a small sip of the soup.

First, the saltiness hit his tongue. Then, something deeper, layered—earthy miso, a faint sweetness, an umami that lingered at the back of his throat. His brow furrowed slightly.

"It has a… complicated taste," he admitted, rolling the flavor over his tongue. "I can’t say if it’s pleasant or not."

His host exhaled, long-suffering. "You're rather rude."

Ronin smirked but took another sip, curiosity getting the better of him. The vegetables—soft, but with a crisp bite—were unlike anything he usually consumed.

He tried the rice ball next, following it with another mouthful of soup. This time, the flavors settled, the warmth of the broth spreading through him in a way he hadn't expected.

"...It’s actually delicious," he murmured, almost to himself.

A sharp voice cut through his musings.

"Hey. Were you even listening to me?"

Ronin licked a stray drop of broth from his lips, gaze flicking upward with lazy amusement.

"Ah, forgive me," he drawled, "I was rather… distracted."

"Are you a monster?"

The words left your lips before you could stop them, hanging heavy in the dimly lit room. Your fingers curled into tight fists, knuckles white against your robes.

Across from you, the man—no, the creature—tilted his head slightly, as if amused by your question. The remnants of his meal sat untouched before him, yet his crimson eyes remained fixed on you.

"Ronin," he said simply.

You hesitated. "…What?"

"My name," he murmured, voice smooth as silk. "Ronin."

"Ro…nin?" The unfamiliar name felt foreign on your tongue. "Are you… from another land?"

He only smiled.

You straightened, gathering your resolve. "I am Y/N L/N, a miko—a shrine keeper. This shrine is my responsibility."

Ronin exhaled, resting his chin against his hand, watching you with something unreadable in his gaze. "A shrine keeper, hm? How quaint."

His words unsettled you, but you pressed on. "I asked if you were a monster."

His smile widened. "I wouldn’t know." He leaned forward, the candlelight casting his sharp features in shadow. "It’s been… a long time since anyone called me human."

A shiver ran down your spine.

"...I see. I thought as much," you muttered under your breath, unable to tear your gaze from his.

You had thought you were saving a lost man in the woods.

But you had invited a monster into the shrine.

"In general," Ronin continued, his voice a low hum, "people call me vampire."

"Vam…?" You frowned. "What is that?"

"Vampire," he repeated, letting the word roll off his tongue with deliberate slowness.

You had never heard of such a thing. A creature from a foreign land, wandering into the sacred grounds of Sakaki Shrine?

The very thought unsettled you.

The Sakaki Shrine was once a sanctuary of divine power. The gods enshrined here—Amaterasu, the radiant goddess of the sun; Ame-no-Uzume, the bringer of dawn; and Izanagi, the father of creation—had long protected this place.

This shrine had been a refuge for those cast aside, for women seeking sanctuary from cruel families or spouses. In its golden age, it had flourished, a beacon of safety in the mountains.

But that time had passed.

As the people dwindled, so did the shrine's influence. Fewer came to worship, the grand ceremonies faded into memory, and the once-powerful barriers that protected these lands began to wane.

Then, your father—the last chief priest—had passed.

And with him, the last remnants of the shrine’s strength.

Now, the monsters grew bolder. Shadows moved where they shouldn’t. Whispers carried through the trees at night.

And now, he was here.

Ronin had found his way past the weakened barrier.

Which meant your power wasn’t enough.

"As I told you before..."

You keep your voice steady, though the weight in your chest feels unbearable.

You were born and raised in this shrine. The sacred grounds, the endless rituals, the flickering candlelight during prayers—this place has been your entire life.

But now, there’s an intruder.

A monster lounging before you as if he belongs here.

Your parents are gone. Your grandmother, once the head shrine keeper, retired years ago. Now, the responsibility falls to you alone. You’re the last line of defense for a shrine that is already crumbling, its power waning.

Becoming the chief priest should have been the answer, but your father’s will had made that clear:

"Get a spouse, let them take over the shrine."

Disappointment had been a dull ache in your chest ever since.

Your father had been old-fashioned, stubborn. He believed the shrine needed a man to lead it. And if you were to follow his wishes, you’d have to find someone soon.

Your grandmother, at least, had spared you from that fate—never forcing you to obey a dead man’s will. And so, you ignored the matchmaking photos that arrived with maddening regularity, stuffing them away as if that would erase the reality of your situation.

It didn’t change the truth.

It didn’t change the weakness you felt.

You know the rituals. You’ve memorized the prayers, the chants, the sacred dances meant to invoke divine protection. And when people come, asking for blessings, you deliver them with precision.

But the truth?

You’ve never felt it. Never once performed a ritual and known, with certainty, that it had worked. That you had power.

You’ve watched the monsters multiply in the forests surrounding the shrine. You’ve heard their whispers, felt their presence, but you could never see them, never touch them, never banish them.

You never told anyone.

But your father knew.

A sigh slips from your lips.

"Tch. Don’t sigh like that, shrinekeeper."

Your head snaps up. Ronin watches you with that ever-present smirk, fangs barely peeking past his lips.

"It’s because of you," you bite out.

You hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

But it’s true.

He’s here because of you. Because you weren’t strong enough. Because you let the shrine’s barrier weaken.

Because you let a devil waltz right through your sacred gates.

"Tell me something." Your voice is firm, even as you sit before something that shouldn’t exist. "What is a vampire? Are you like the tengu?"

Tengu were known creatures of the mountains—mischievous, yes, but they followed their own rules. If Ronin were tengu, then maybe, just maybe, he could be allowed to remain.

His laughter is low, rolling through the air like a storm on the horizon.

"Tengu? Oh, shrinekeeper… do I look like a bird to you?" He leans forward, the candlelight flickering against his sharp features. "I wouldn't know if we’re the same. But me? I'm immortal."

His fingers trace the rim of his empty soup bowl, slow, deliberate. His eyes never leave yours.

"I drink the blood of the living. The strong, the wicked, the desperate." His smile spreads, dangerous and dazzling all at once. "But above all? I have a preference, you see…"

The room feels smaller. The air thickens.

"I love the taste of beautiful people’s blood, Y/N."

Your breath catches.

"Beautiful?" The word tumbles from your lips before you can stop it.

No one has ever said that to you before.

Ronin hums, as if considering something, before grinning like the Devil himself.

"Oh? Did I say something shocking?" He leans in further, voice a whisper of silk and sin. "You’re cute when you’re flustered, shrinekeeper. It’s almost a shame..."

His fingers brush against your wrist.

"...that I didn’t take a bite when I had the chance."

"Especially."

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Ronin’s fingers traced the delicate skin of your neck, his touch feather-light, just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"These blood veins here… easy to sink my teeth into, darlin’."

Your body reacted before your mind could catch up—your hand shot forward, aiming for his collar, ready to shove him away.

But Ronin was faster.

Before you could touch him, his hand closed around your wrist with effortless precision.

"Tch. Now, now—" His smirk widened as he tightened his grip just enough to make a point. "I won’t be tossed aside so easily, shrinekeeper."

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To a vampire, young blood was the richest feast.

And the young themselves? They were always the most valuable.

Yet, no matter where in the world, they were treated as lesser. Ignored. Discarded.

Ronin tilted his head, gaze flickering with something unreadable.

"Your martial arts aren’t bad, darlin’. You’ve got fire. But the second I grab hold of you…?" He leaned in, voice dropping to something dangerously soft. "You’re still just a weak little thing."

His words stung, but not with malice.

"Don’t mistake me for the kind to spit on you for what you are." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "But don’t waste time regretting what you can’t do, either. Focus on what you can."

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"What I can do?"

The words escaped you before you realized you’d spoken them aloud.

Ronin’s grip loosened.

"Exactly." His voice curled around the syllables like a secret meant only for you. "Forget what’s expected of you—man, woman, shrinekeeper, prey. None of that matters. Just figure out what only you can do, darlin’."

And then, just as easily as he had captured you, he let you go.

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His smirk returned, easy, lazy, ever-dangerous.

"By the way—" He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something wicked. "I’ve got one more thing to ask ya, shrinekeeper."

After Y/N explained the shrine’s history to Ronin, the sun was already dipping below the horizon by the time they returned to the house.

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Y/N suddenly halted.

Someone was standing in front of the building.

"Tch. A visitor?" Ronin drawled, tilting his head.

"It’s just a delivery. But you stand out too much. Can you hide yourself for a moment?"

"Oh? You wound me, darlin’." He placed a hand over his chest, as if genuinely offended. Then, with a low chuckle, he stepped back into the shadows, vanishing from sight. "Fine. I’ll play along."

Y/N approached the delivery man.

"Hello, L/N-san. Got a package for you."

Ronin could hear everything. His senses were sharper than any human’s—the rustling of fabric, the way the man’s breathing hitched slightly. And his heartbeat? Fast. Anxious.

Pathetic.

"B-by the way, L/N-san… do you, uh, like musical theatre? I—I have two tickets for a play and..."

"Oh! Osen from the sweet shop wanted to see that one!" Y/N replied without hesitation.

"Eh? Uh—yes, but—"

"She’ll be thrilled! You two enjoy the play together! And thanks for the delivery!"

Ronin almost laughed. Brutal.

The poor bastard barely had time to process the rejection before Y/N effectively sent him packing. The man hesitated, shoulders slumping, before walking away, dejected.

Only when he was completely out of sight did Ronin step forward, slow and deliberate.

▷

"Shrinekeeper."

Y/N turned.

"Did anyone see you?"

Ronin let out a long, exaggerated sigh. Then, without warning—

"L/N... what the hell was that?"*

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"Eh? W-what? What do you mean?"

"Oh, don’t play dumb with me, darlin’." His grin was wide, sharp, teasing. "That poor man was redder than a fresh kill. He was askin’ you on a date, and you—" he let out a low chuckle "—you shut him down so fast I thought his soul left his body."

Y/N blinked, genuinely confused.

"Eh? No way! That’s impossible!"

Ronin leaned in, lips curling at the corners.

"You really don’t get it, do ya?" He tsked, shaking his head. "That man was desperate to watch that play with you. But instead—" his smirk widened "—you handed him off like an unwanted offering."

Y/N fumbled for words, flustered.

"D-don’t say weird things..."

Ronin watched them carefully, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

"Oh, shrinekeeper…" His voice dropped to something velvety, teasing, dangerous. "You really don’t notice when someone’s hungry for you, do ya?"

The night air was cool, the scent of old wood and fresh earth filling your lungs. You turned away from Ronin, your mind still buzzing from his teasing words.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," you muttered, shaking your head. "I’m not beautiful. I’m just... a person."

Silence.

Then—

"Tch." A soft, amused scoff.

Before you could react, Ronin’s hand was beneath your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

"And yet..." His voice was low, slow, deliberate. "You catch the eyes of men who don’t deserve you. You shine in the dark like a little ember, too stubborn to burn out. You fight battles that ain't yours to win, but you fight anyway." His thumb brushed lightly against your jaw. "And you tell me you’re just a person?"

Your breath hitched.

"You’re pretty, shrinekeeper." His crimson gaze locked onto yours, something unreadable flickering beneath the sharpness. "Might even be beautiful if you ever let yourself see it."

Your pulse quickened. You opened your mouth, but your voice was barely more than a whisper.

"What did you just say...?"

Ronin smirked. "Consider it a riddle, darlin’."

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You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to step back. "I don’t have time for riddles."

"Oh, but you got time to waste your life on a shrine that's rotting beneath your feet?"

Your stomach twisted.

"That’s not—"

"Not what? Not the truth?" His tone was still playful, but there was an edge to it now. "You struggle to keep this place alive. You follow the will of a dead man who never saw you for what you are. Tell me, shrinekeeper—when’s the last time you made a choice? A real one?"

His words slithered into the cracks you tried so hard to ignore.

Your father’s voice echoed in your head. Get a husband and let him take over the shrine.

Your hands curled into fists.

Ronin watched you, head tilting like he was examining something delicate, fragile. Then—

"You have the right to be free, y’know."

Your breath caught.

"Or have you really never considered it?"

The night air was cool, the scent of old wood and fresh earth filling your lungs. You turned away from Ronin, your mind still buzzing from his teasing words.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," you muttered, shaking your head. "I’m not beautiful. I’m just... a person."

Silence.

Then—

"Tch." A soft, amused scoff.

Before you could react, Ronin’s hand was beneath your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

"And yet..." His voice was low, slow, deliberate. "You catch the eyes of men who don’t deserve you. You shine in the dark like a little ember, too stubborn to burn out. You fight battles that ain't yours to win, but you fight anyway." His thumb brushed lightly against your jaw. "And you tell me you’re just a person?"

Your breath hitched.

"You’re pretty, shrinekeeper." His crimson gaze locked onto yours, something unreadable flickering beneath the sharpness. "Might even be beautiful if you ever let yourself see it."

Your pulse quickened. You opened your mouth, but your voice was barely more than a whisper.

"What did you just say...?"

Ronin smirked. "Consider it a riddle, darlin’."

▷

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to step back. "I don’t have time for riddles."

"Oh, but you got time to waste your life on a shrine that's rotting beneath your feet?"

Your stomach twisted.

"That’s not—"

"Not what? Not the truth?" His tone was still playful, but there was an edge to it now. "You struggle to keep this place alive. You follow the will of a dead man who never saw you for what you are. Tell me, shrinekeeper—when’s the last time you made a choice? A real one?"

His words slithered into the cracks you tried so hard to ignore.

Your father’s voice echoed in your head. Get a husband and let him take over the shrine.

Your hands curled into fists.

Ronin watched you, head tilting like he was examining something delicate, fragile. Then—

"You have the right to be free, y’know."

Your breath caught.

"Or have you really never considered it?"

The ornate box sat before you, heavy with expectations. A symbol of a future you never asked for. A future that wasn’t yours.

It was meant to speed up your marriage.

You hated it.

ব

Frustration burned beneath your skin, and before you knew it, you were outside, the cool breeze whispering against your face. The air carried the last chill of winter, a fleeting moment before spring's arrival.

You walked with no destination, only the need to escape.

But you weren’t alone.

"Tsk. It ain’t smart to wander in the dark all alone, shrinekeeper."

You stiffened at the voice behind you.

"I don’t care if a monster attacks me," you muttered, not stopping. "I can handle it."

A soft chuckle.

"Now that," Ronin mused, slipping into step beside you, "is a dangerous thing to say."

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The trees loomed around you, their shadows stretching long in the fading light.

"Before... I could see monsters." Your voice was quiet, like admitting it was a crime.

Ronin tilted his head. "There are monsters in front of you right now, darlin'." His grin was sharp, but there was something behind his eyes—something almost curious.

You ignored him, lost in memory.

The Tengu and fox spirits had once been your friends. Every day, you played together, laughing, running through these very woods. See you tomorrow! you would say. See you tomorrow!

Until your father found out.

Until he was furious.

You shouldn’t let monsters near this place. You shouldn’t become friends with them.

Then, one day, they were gone.

You thought your father had purified them.

But the truth was worse.

You had lost your power.

You couldn’t see them anymore. But they were still there. Watching. Waiting.

You had failed them.

Just as you were failing this shrine.

It was almost weeks now.

"This place… it won’t last past my father’s generation." The words left your lips before you could stop them.

Ronin said nothing. He just watched.

"Was I wrong?" Your voice cracked. "I can’t take over this shrine until I—" you swallowed hard "—until I marry someone I don’t know. Someone I don’t want."

Your hands curled into fists.

"If I had power—"

The words trembled.

"If I was born as someone stronger—"

Your throat tightened.

"Then I could protect this shrine on my own."

The weight of everything crashed down at once.

▷

"Why... why..."

Your breath hitched, shoulders shaking. You gritted your teeth, but the tears came anyway.

You hated this. Hated feeling weak.

"I can’t do this anymore."

And then—

Cool fingertips brushed your cheek. A touch so gentle it startled you.

You blinked up at Ronin.

His crimson eyes gleamed in the dim light, unreadable, but his grip was firm as he pulled you against his chest.

"You said you wouldn’t attack me," you whispered.

He huffed a soft laugh.

"Don’t say that, darlin’."

His arms tightened around you.

Ronin’s embrace was colder than you expected, but solid—too real to be a dream. You didn’t push him away.

And worse?

You didn’t want to.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his coat before you could stop yourself, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping you from sinking.

His breath ghosted against your ear, slow, deliberate.

"Y’know," he murmured, voice laced with amusement, "for someone who claims they don’t need anyone, you sure are holdin’ on tight."

You flinched, about to pull away, but his arms didn’t let you.

"Nah, uh-uh. Don’t run now. That’d be boring."

You could feel his smirk, the sharp edge of his voice cutting through the night like a blade.

"It’s funny, shrinekeeper. You cry about chains, but you’re the one lockin’ yourself up."

His grip loosened—just slightly. A test. A dare.

"Tell me somethin'." His voice dropped lower, slower, dripping with something dangerous. "Why do you gotta suffer just 'cause a dead man said so?"

Your throat tightened. "I—"

"Because it’s tradition?" He snorted. "Because it’s right? Pfft. Whose right? Yours?"

Silence.

You didn’t answer.

Ronin leaned in, his lips just beside your ear now.

"No. It ain't your right."

His words slithered through the cracks in your mind, slipping into places you didn’t want to acknowledge.

"It was never your choice, darlin’. Just another leash wrapped ‘round your pretty little throat."

His fingers brushed against your chin, tilting your head up, forcing you to look at him.

"And the worst part?" His grin widened. "You ain't even the one holdin’ it."

Your breath caught.

He wasn’t wrong.

That was the terrifying part.

You wanted to tell him he was twisting things, warping your thoughts like poison in a well.

But when you looked into those crimson eyes, burning with amusement, with curiosity—

You realized something.

He wasn’t twisting anything.

He was simply saying what had always been there.

"You’re scared." His voice was almost gentle now, but the sharpness never left. "Not of me. Not of monsters."

His lips curled.

"You’re scared of what happens if you take that leash off yourself."

He was playing with you.

But the worst part?

What he said made sense.

"Falling for a monster, huh?"

Ronin’s voice was thick with amusement, but there was something else beneath it—something darker, something knowing.

His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down your jaw, tilting your chin up just enough to meet his gaze.

"Tsk, tsk. What have you become?"

His grin stretched wider, fangs glinting under the moonlight.

"A shrinekeeper tangled up in the Devil’s arms. Oh, darlin’, if your ancestors could see you now…"

You should pull away.

You should shove him back, say something righteous, something to wipe that smirk off his face.

But you don’t.

Because for the first time in your life—

You don’t feel weak.

You don’t feel like something waiting to be offered, waiting to be given away for the sake of a tradition that never saw you as more than a piece to be moved.

You feel wanted.

Not as a duty. Not as an obligation.

As you.

"Look at you," Ronin practically purrs, fingers brushing your pulse. "All torn up inside. You’re askin’ yourself, ‘is this wrong?’"

His lips ghost over your ear, and your breath hitches.

"Lemme answer that for ya, sweetheart—"

His hand slides down, resting over your own, pressing your fingers against his chest, against the steady, unnatural rhythm beneath.

"Of course it is."

His smirk deepens, but there’s something dangerous in his eyes now—something raw.

"But tell me… why does it feel so good?"

Your heart pounds in your chest, your pulse traitorously quick beneath his touch.

"What have you become?"

Ronin leans in, closer, closer—

...

You sighed, the weight of the evening settling on your shoulders. "It's late, Ronin. You should sleep."

For once, he didn’t have a sharp remark waiting. He just glanced away, his usual cocky smirk faltering for a moment before he muttered, "Yeah... guess I should."

Together, the two of you made your way back to the shrine. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable—just different.

Inside, you busied yourself preparing the bedding, laying out the futon for him while pulling a simple mat onto the floor for yourself.

"You can sleep on the bed," you told him. "I’ll take the floor."

Ronin didn’t even acknowledge that statement before flopping onto the futon with a dramatic sigh.

"That’s cute, darlin’. Real cute." He patted the space beside him with a lazy smirk. "C’mon. I don’t bite... much."

You huffed, already turning to grab an extra pillow. "Fine. But only on one condition—"

"Oh, I love conditions," he mused, propping himself up on one elbow. "Do tell."

You tossed the pillow at him. "Pillow barrier."

Ronin blinked. And then—he laughed.

A full, genuine, slightly mad laugh, the kind that sent warmth curling through your chest before you could stop it.

"A pillow barrier, huh? Sure thing, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

You slipped under the covers, keeping a respectable distance, still feeling shy despite yourself. You tried to fill the silence, talking about nonsense—old shrine stories, the way the seasons changed, how the moon looked tonight.

Ronin listened, humming in acknowledgment, his responses laced with teasing but... softer, somehow.

And then, somewhere between your rambling, he did it.

A kiss.

Right to the top of your head.

You froze.

Before you could even react, his arm slung lazily around you, his fingers absently tracing shapes against your sleeve.

"You talk too much," he murmured, voice low, amused.

You tried to find words—any words—but your thoughts had scattered into nothingness.

Ronin took full advantage of your silence, reaching over to lightly bop your nose with a chuckle.

"Finally shut you up, huh?"

Your face burned, your heart betraying you with its frantic rhythm.

And then—he kissed you.

Not rushed. Not teasing.

Just warm, lingering. Real.

And gods help you—

You liked it.

The warmth between you was unfamiliar. Strange.

Comforting.

You weren’t sure why, but for some reason, being close to him—this close—didn’t make you want to pull away. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t hesitation.

It was... something else.

"It’s comforting," you murmured, almost to yourself.

Your hand, as if acting on its own, moved to rest against his chest. Through the fabric, you could feel it—not the steady, rhythmic heartbeat of a human, but something different. Slow. Unnatural. Yet constant.

Ronin didn’t say anything. He just watched you, his gaze unreadable in the dim light.

Then, without a word, his fingers reached up and found the tie in your hair.

You should have stopped him.

But you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want to.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled it free, letting your hair spill down over your shoulders. His touch was light—never forceful. Never demanding.

Just there.

"That’s better," he murmured, more to himself than to you. His fingers brushed through the strands, idly toying with them as if testing their weight.

Your breath hitched.

This closeness, this attention—it made your pulse stutter, made something deep in your chest tighten.

It should have been overwhelming.

But instead—

Instead, you found yourself shifting.

Leaning in.

Your body moved on instinct, drawn toward him like a tide pulled by the moon. Your fingers curled slightly against the fabric of his shirt, gripping just enough to feel the texture beneath your touch.

Ronin didn’t move. Didn’t pull you closer.

But he didn’t pull away, either.

He let you decide.

And gods help you—

You chose.

You pressed closer, the warmth of his body seeping into your own. Your face found a resting place against his shoulder, and for a moment—just a brief, fleeting moment—you allowed yourself to sink into it.

To feel held.

Ronin exhaled, a soft, almost amused sound. His arm tightened just slightly around you, fingers tracing lazy circles against your back.

"Pullin’ me in now, darlin’? Hah... funny how things turn out."

His voice was teasing, but there was something else there. Something softer.

You didn’t respond.

Didn’t need to.

For weeks, Ronin remained hidden within the shrine.

You kept him safe. He healed, slowly—but you couldn't ignore how, with time, he seemed weaker. His steps grew heavier, his voice a touch raspier, his once-sharp movements losing their usual precision.

And yet, he laughed in the face of it.

"Weak? Darlin’, I was weak the day I let you knock me on my ass. This? This is just me bein’… considerate."

Then he would drape himself against you, not quite clinging, not quite dependent, but there. Always. A fleeting brush of fingers against your wrist, an arm thrown lazily around your shoulders, his weight against your back when you sat by the shrine’s steps at night.

It was nothing.

And it was everything.

Strangely, Ronin wasn’t useless.

You expected him to do nothing but lounge in the shadows, teasing and toying with you as the days passed. And, well—he did do that. Constantly. But in between his infuriating grins and sharp-edged flirtations, he helped.

Not in the traditional sense—he wasn’t about to start sweeping the shrine or preparing offerings. No, his help was… different.

He could sense things.

He spoke of rot—of festering energy that clung to certain areas, invisible to your eyes but evident to him. Places of ill intent. Forgotten corners where something wrong had settled. You listened. You told the other shrines.

And with their help—your help—the land was cleansed.

People noticed.

They started whispering of miracles, of a Miko unlike any before. A force of purity, of divine guidance. They called you a blessing.

Ronin found it hilarious.

"Miracle Miko? Cute. Adorable, really." He grinned, sharp as ever. "You do all this cleanin’… but the rot’s still here, ain’t it?"

He tapped a finger against your forehead.

"Right there. Right where it’s always been."

You stared at him.

"What are you talking about?"

Ronin exhaled, his amusement slipping just slightly. His crimson eyes, always so playful, glinted with something deeper.

"You don’t spread the rot, darlin’." His voice was almost thoughtful. "You contain it."

Your breath hitched.

He tilted his head, watching you.

"You really don’t see it, do you?" A chuckle. "That’s the thing about you, sweetheart. Everyone else pretends the world is clean—ignores the filth, looks away from the darkness. But you?"

His fingers brushed your cheek, just briefly.

"You see the dirt, and you try to scrub it away."

A pause.

"But me?" His grin widened. "I just wanna play in it."

Something in your chest twisted.

The air was still that evening, save for the sound of distant, unfamiliar singing.

It wasn’t like the chants of your shrine, nor like the festival songs carried through the village on warm nights. It was... something else. Harmonious, but hollow. Something that had existed long before you, and would exist long after.

Ronin paused mid-laugh, head tilting, brows furrowing just slightly.

"That ain’t from around here, darlin’."

"I know."

You didn’t know why, but you both followed the sound.

It led you deep into the woods, where the air was colder, where the trees whispered secrets to one another, and the light barely touched the earth. There, nestled between gnarled roots and overgrown moss, was a burial site.

A forgotten grave.

You stopped at the sight of it.

Ronin, however, didn’t move.

His grin had faded. His body was still. His crimson eyes—so often alight with amusement, mischief, or hunger—were empty.

And then you saw it.

A statue, weeping, hands covering its face, frozen in sorrow.

And beneath its shadow, a dark face.

A smile.

It wasn’t carved from stone. It wasn’t part of the burial. It was watching.

You inhaled sharply.

"What is this?"

Ronin didn’t answer at first. He exhaled slowly, then chuckled—low, dry. A laugh with no joy.

"Something from my culture."

You turned to him, confused. His expression was unreadable, his body loose, but dark.

"You’re laughing."

"‘Course I am." His voice was smooth, but something in it was... off. "The irony’s just too good, sweetheart."

"Irony?"

He finally looked at you, the glow in his eyes dim.

"Took me hundreds of years to see somethin’ like this again. Ain’t that funny?"

You didn’t know if he was actually laughing or if he just wanted to be.

And for the first time since you met him, Ronin looked... tired.

You stepped closer to him, hesitant but unwilling to let the moment slip away.

"What... happened?"

Ronin didn't answer at first. His head tilted slightly, eyes flicking back to the weeping angel, then to the dark face beneath it. His fingers twitched at his side, as if they wanted to curl into fists, but he only exhaled sharply through his nose.

Then, he laughed.

It was hollow. Bitter. Not the usual amused, teasing chuckle that often left his lips. This was different.

"Ah... they're gone."

Your chest tightened at the way he said it. Like a joke only he understood, like a wound reopened after centuries.

"Because of this bullshit."

His voice was like gravel. Rough, biting.

Then, as if catching himself, Ronin rolled his shoulders back, forcing his expression into something lighter. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling through his teeth, shaking his head as if it didn’t matter. As if it was nothing at all.

"Tch. Forget it, darlin’."

You didn't. You couldn't.

Instead, you reached out, your fingers ghosting over his jaw before cupping his face gently.

"Ronin."

He tensed.

You searched his face, trying to find whatever he was burying. His eyes flickered—just for a moment—before he pulled away, stepping back, putting space between you.

"It's nothing."

Then he turned and walked away, leaving you alone with the statue and the whispering trees.

But as you turned back toward the weeping angel, something in your chest stirred.

It wasn’t just a statue.

It meant something.

And it had everything to do with him.

The walk back to the shrine was quiet. Not the kind of silence that felt empty, but something heavier—like unspoken words lingering in the air between you.

Ronin kept his head down, hands in his pockets, shadows clinging to his figure as the trees parted for the shrine’s lantern light. He didn’t look at you, not once, but you could feel his presence more than ever.

When you reached the entrance, just as you were about to step inside, he moved.

Arms wrapped around you.

Strong. Firm. Desperate in a way that didn’t quite match his usual demeanor.

You froze for a moment, your body tensing against his.

"Ronin...?"

His grip tightened just slightly.

"I don’t know," he muttered, his voice quieter than you'd ever heard it. "I just... want to. I need to."

Something in your chest ached.

You didn’t hesitate this time. Your arms lifted, circling around him as you pressed into the warmth of his body.

For once, he didn’t joke. Didn’t tease.

He just held you.

The night was still. No wind, no rustling trees, no distant voices from the village. Just the two of you standing there, wrapped in the kind of closeness neither of you had ever really known before.

Then, after a while, he finally spoke again.

"Just be yourself, darlin’."

His voice was steady, but there was something behind it—something raw, something real.

"Be true to yourself."

Then, a pause.

"Little miracle shrine keeper."

The way he said it wasn’t mocking, wasn’t playful. It was... warm.

Like he meant it.

The next few days were… difficult.

Ronin wasn’t himself.

He didn’t complain, didn’t joke, didn’t even try to tease you. He just—existed. Weak and quiet, draped across the futon like a ghost of himself.

You had seen him tired before, seen him injured, but this was different. This was suffering.

And the worst part? He laughed about it.

"You’re lookin’ at me like I’m dyin’, darlin’." His voice was hoarse, low, as he rested an arm over his forehead. "Tch. If I could die, I woulda done it a long time ago."

"Don’t say that," you muttered, adjusting the damp cloth on his forehead.

"Why not? It’s funny." He chuckled, but it lacked any real mirth. "Hell, I bet it’d be a sight. The Devil himself, finally kicked the bucket in some shrine of all places. Irony, huh?"

You didn’t laugh.

He must have noticed the way your hands trembled when you pulled back, because his red eyes flickered to you, something unreadable in his gaze.

Ronin had never been gentle—not really. But now, when he lifted a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, it was almost too soft.

"Hey."

"What?" You didn’t look at him.

"You’re scared."

"No, I’m not."

"Liar."

Silence.

Then, he sighed, turning his head away.

"Y’know, I could just take what I need. Wouldn’t even be hard. Wouldn’t hurt you too bad, either."

You swallowed hard. "You don’t have to."

He laughed again, but this time, it was bitter.

"Tch. Don’t have to, huh? That’s rich."

Still, he didn’t push. Didn’t bare his fangs or corner you. He just laid there, pale and exhausted, his body growing weaker by the day.

And yet, he never brought it up again.

Never begged, never threatened.

He didn’t even hunt.

Not because he couldn’t, but because he knew it would scare you.

And for some reason, that mattered more.

You weren’t sure how much longer he could keep this up.

But one thing was certain—if he didn’t do something soon, he would waste away.

And that terrified you more than anything.

It happened just before dusk.

A shadow flickered above you, too large for a normal bat, its wings beating soundlessly against the sky.

You barely had time to react before something fluttered down—a scroll, old and worn, landing at your feet.

Your gut twisted as you picked it up, unrolling the brittle paper.

"Make the vampire sleep… before the red moon."

Your blood ran cold.

You knew exactly who they were talking about.

Without thinking, you turned on your heel and ran, feet barely touching the ground as you sprinted back to the shrine.

Ronin was exactly where you left him, sprawled across the futon, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. He barely stirred as you dropped to your knees beside him.

"Ronin—" You held up the scroll, chest heaving. "I found this outside. Someone dropped it. It’s about you."

He glanced at the paper, unimpressed. Then, slowly, his lips curled into something resembling a smirk.

"Hah. ‘Make the vampire sleep’? Sounds poetic." He yawned, stretching out like a lazy cat. "And? What about it?"

"Ronin, this isn’t funny." Your grip on the scroll tightened. "They’re talking about you. Someone’s after you."

"Yeah? And?" His crimson gaze flickered to you, lazy but sharp. "You worried about me, darlin’?"

"Of course I am!"

Silence.

Something unreadable passed through his expression. Then, he exhaled through his nose, amused but… tired.

"Tch. Cute."

You expected him to say more, but instead, he shifted, swinging his legs off the futon.

"Welp, guess I better get going then."

You stared. "What?"

"You heard me." He rolled his shoulders, standing up with all the grace of a man completely unbothered by impending doom. "Been cooped up here too long anyway. If someone’s got a problem with me, they can come and say it to my face."

He turned toward the door.

You felt something in your chest twist.

"You’re just… leaving? Like that?"

"Mhm."

"Ronin—" You reached for him. "You can’t just—"

"Can’t what?" He glanced over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. "Die? Already tried that, sweetheart. Didn’t take."

Your stomach churned.

"That’s not—Ronin, please."

He paused.

For a second, you thought maybe—maybe—he’d reconsider. That he’d stay. That he’d listen.

But then he just chuckled, ruffling your hair in that infuriating way of his.

"Relax, little shrine keeper." His voice dropped lower, quieter. "I won’t go far. Just gotta stretch my legs a bit."

Your fingers clenched.

Something about this felt wrong.

You knew Ronin played things off, made light of everything, but this… this was different.

There was something in his voice, something in the way he was forcing that smirk.

Like he already knew how this would end.

Ronin had promised he’d be back.

"I’m just hungry, darlin’. That’s all," he had said, ruffling your hair before slipping into the night.

But by afternoon, he still wasn’t back.

By evening, there was screaming.

You ran toward the sound, heart pounding against your ribs. The air smelled of iron, thick and suffocating. And when you reached the clearing—

Your breath caught.

It was a mess of red.

A body—no, what was left of a body—was sprawled across the ground, twisted into something that might’ve once been a person but was now nothing more than a grotesque art piece.

And in the center of it stood him.

Ronin.

His lips were stained red, his fangs bared in a sharp, delighted grin. He licked the blood off his fingers like a man savoring the last bite of a meal.

Beside you, a woman stood frozen, eyes wide with terror.

You turned to her. She was unharmed.

Ronin noticed your stare. He tilted his head, crimson eyes gleaming. "Oh, her?" He gestured lazily toward the trembling woman. "She’s fine. Not my type."

You swallowed. "What happened?"

Ronin stretched, rolling his neck with a satisfied sigh. "This guy was being a bastard, so I showed him a side of me he wasn’t ready for."

You looked down at the remains. It was brutal. It was excessive. But…

You exhaled, glancing back at the terrified woman. She was still alive.

Carefully, you reached for her, guiding her away from the carnage.

"Come with me. It’s okay."

She hesitated but let you take her to the shrine. You helped her clean up, gave her something warm to drink. But despite your efforts, she bolted the second she had the strength, running off into the night without looking back.

You didn’t blame her.

Later, when Ronin returned, he expected anger.

Expected you to yell, to curse, to finally call him the monster he knew he was.

But instead, you just sighed.

"I’m not mad."

He blinked. "You’re not?"

"No." You met his gaze, steady. "Because it’s in your nature. If I asked you to stop being like that, it wouldn’t be true to who you are."

Ronin stared at you.

His smirk twitched, but his fingers flexed, like he didn’t know whether to grab you or push you away.

"So that’s it?" he muttered. "You’re just… fine with it?"

"No. But I understand." You exhaled. "I just need to know… are you full?"

Silence.

Then—

Ronin laughed.

Ronin was getting weaker.

It wasn’t just the occasional stumble or the way he leaned on you more than usual. It was in his eyes—the sharp gleam dulled, the endless energy dimmed.

He still smirked, still laughed, still teased. But now, his voice was quieter.

And that scared you.

You found him slumped on the shrine steps one evening, head tilted back, staring up at the darkening sky. His usual easy sprawl looked heavier, like even gravity was pressing down on him.

"You need to rest," you said, kneeling beside him. "You’re getting worse."

He scoffed. "Tch. What, you worried about me, darlin’?"

You didn’t answer.

Because yes, you were.

Ronin dragged a hand down his face, sighing. "Fine. I’ll sleep." He shot you a lopsided grin. "Like a date with death, huh?"

Your stomach twisted.

"That’s not funny."

"Sure it is." His grin widened. "‘Cause if I sleep now, I won’t wake up for another hundred years."

Your breath hitched.

"What?"

"Y’heard me." He flicked your forehead, smirking at your stunned expression. "Ain’t that tragic? I’ll stick around until your little mortal ass kicks the bucket. Then it’s lights out for me."

The weight of his words hit like a stone to the chest.

Your hands curled into fists.

"So what, that’s it?" Your voice wavered. "You’re just going to sit here and let yourself waste away?"

"‘Course not." He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Not yet, anyway."

And that—that—made something in you break.

You didn’t know what to do.

Didn’t know how to fix this.

All you knew was that the thought of losing him—truly losing him—felt worse than anything.

The shrine was quiet that night.

The kind of quiet that presses down on you, heavy, thick—like the whole world is holding its breath. Like even the spirits that roamed these lands knew something was ending.

You sat beside Ronin’s resting place, watching him as he lay still, barely breathing. He looked so different like this. Always moving, always teasing, always smirking—now silent, motionless.

It felt unnatural.

But it had to be done.

You had decided.

Ronin had to sleep.

And it had to be you who ensured it.

You had spent the past few days preparing, carving out a hidden place within the shrine, somewhere safe, somewhere sacred. You placed talismans at every corner, protective wards woven into the very air. No one would find him. No one would harm him.

He would be safe.

For a hundred years.

And by then—

You swallowed, staring down at the crumpled paper in your hands.

It wasn’t even a proper letter. Just messy ink strokes, emotions spilled onto parchment in an attempt to untangle what sat so heavy in your chest.

"I don’t want this to be goodbye."

"But it has to be, right?"

"I don’t even know why I’m writing this. You’ll never see it. You’ll never read it. But if I don’t get these words out of me, they’ll rot inside."

"You always said first love never ends well. I guess I should have listened."

You sniffed, wiping your face before the tears could fall onto the ink.

"I don’t know what happened to you, Ronin. But I know you hate them—the ones who follow crosses and kneel in stone halls. I read about them. I tried to understand. But I know whatever they did to you, it broke something inside."

"And I hate them for that. Because now I know what it’s like to love you. And now I know what it’s like to lose you."

Your grip tightened.

"You told me once that everything we love gets taken away. That love is cruel. That it ends in betrayal, in suffering, in rot."

"I don’t believe that."

"I won’t believe that."

"Because I love you, and I don’t care if that’s foolish. Even if this love is doomed from the start, even if you sleep for a hundred years and wake up never remembering my name, even if this was all just a fleeting thing—"

"It was real."

"It was real for me."

You let out a shuddering breath.

"But it doesn’t matter now, does it?"

"You’ll sleep. I’ll live. And someday, I’ll die."

"And that will be the end of it."

You stared at the ink-stained page, blurred where your tears had fallen.

Then, slowly, you crumpled it.

It didn’t matter if you wrote it.

It didn’t matter if your hands ached from holding onto something you could never keep.

Because in the end, love was love.

And this love—yours—was meant to be buried.

Ronin stood at the edge of the shrine grounds, his back to you, his coat shifting with the breeze. He hadn’t turned when you approached, but you knew he heard you. He always did.

"You should sleep."

He chuckled. "You always say that."

"Because it’s true."

He finally looked over his shoulder, eyes glinting in the dim light. "Nah, I’ll be fine. Just gotta step out for a bit. Stretch my legs."

You frowned. You knew what that meant. He was weak. You could see it. The way he leaned against the shrine gate just a little too much, the way his voice had lost that sharp playfulness. He needed to rest. But he refused.

Ronin turned fully, reaching out and flicking your forehead with a smirk. "Don’t make that face, darlin’. I’ll be back before you know it."

Then, before you could react, he pressed a kiss to your hair. Light. Fleeting.

And then he turned to leave.

You grabbed his wrist.

"Ronin."

He stopped.

"You have to rest."

"Do I?" He tilted his head, amused. "Has to is a strong word."

You stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "You can barely stand. If you don’t stop now, you’ll just keep getting weaker."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on—"

"Please."

The word left you before you could stop it.

That caught his attention. His smirk faded. His brows furrowed slightly as he finally looked at you. And that was when he saw it.

The tears.

His whole body went still.

"...Shit." His voice was quieter now, a little unsure. "Hey, don’t—"

"You have to sleep," you said again, gripping his wrist tighter. "I— I prepared a place for you."

That made him pause.

You swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "Inside the shrine. It’s hidden. No one will find you. No one will hurt you."

He was staring at you now, something unreadable in his expression.

"...You planned this?"

You nodded.

"You knew I’d be stubborn about it?"

Another nod.

He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "I should be mad at you."

"You should be grateful."

That made him snort. "You are somethin’ else, you know that?"

"I know."

He stared at you for a long moment. Then, slowly, his amusement faded, and something else crept into his eyes.

Something heavy. Something tired.

"...You really want me to stay?"

"Yes."

A beat of silence. Then—

"...Alright, darlin’."

The fight drained out of him. His shoulders slumped, his weight leaning slightly into yours. You didn’t realize how much tension he had been holding in his body until now, until he let you carry some of it.

"...Lead the way."

You nodded, tightening your grip on his wrist, guiding him back toward the shrine.

When you reached the hidden space, you hesitated.

"You’ll be safe here." Your voice was quieter now. "No one will find you."

Ronin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "Yeah... guess it’s not the worst idea you’ve had."

You nudged him lightly. "I don’t have bad ideas."

He huffed a soft laugh. Then, to your surprise, he reached out, pulling you into a loose embrace.

You blinked. "...What—?"

"Just... let me have this, alright?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, then slowly wrapped your arms around him too.

He held you there for a long time.

Just breathing.

Just existing.

Ronin held your hand gently, his fingers tracing along your palm like he was memorizing every detail. His touch was cool, but it didn’t make you shiver—not anymore. You’d gotten used to the way his presence lingered, like a shadow you never wanted to be rid of.

He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the tip of your finger. A small, quiet gesture.

Then, before you could say anything, he bit down on your ring finger.

You gasped softly, more in surprise than pain. His fangs didn’t sink deep—just enough for the pressure to linger, for the act itself to mean something.

When he pulled back, he smirked at the little red mark left behind. His eyes gleamed with something unreadable, something deep and dangerous. "There," he murmured. "Something to remember me by."

Your chest tightened.

Tears welled up before you could stop them.

"...Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "For coming into my life."

His expression flickered. Just for a second.

Then, with a low chuckle, he leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple. "Even though I sucked your blood?"

You let out a weak laugh, wiping your tears away. "Especially because you sucked my blood."

Ronin grinned. "Gotta admit, darlin’... I didn’t think you’d be so sentimental."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

You rolled your eyes, sniffling, and he just laughed again—soft, quiet, real.

For the first time in a long while, he didn’t look like a man ready to disappear. He just looked like himself.

Ronin had been asleep for days now, his chest barely rising and falling, his face eerily peaceful.

You cleaned his face every morning, ran your fingers through his hair, even whispered to him when no one was around.

"You look cute when you're asleep," you murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "You'd probably kill me if you heard that, huh?"

He didn't answer. He never would—not for a long time.

Then came the voices outside.

Loud. Angry.

You heard them before you saw them, their footsteps heavy, purposeful. A pit formed in your stomach as you rushed outside, heart pounding.

And there they were.

Torches. Rope. Men and women you recognized—people from the village.

People who had once called you Miracle Shrine Keeper.

And at the front of them all… her.

The woman Ronin had saved.

"What's going on?" Your voice was steady, but your fingers trembled.

"You know what's going on," one of the men spat. "That thing—that monster—is here. And you’ve been hiding him."

You swallowed hard. "He's not a threat—"

"Not a threat?" The woman scoffed. "Shame on you. He killed a man!"

"He saved you!" you shot back.

She faltered. Just for a second.

But it wasn’t enough.

The people around her tightened their grips on their torches. Their hatred burned hotter than the fire they carried.

"We're burning this shrine down," someone declared. "That monster won’t wake again."

Your blood ran cold.

"No," you whispered.

They stepped closer.

You slammed the shrine doors shut.

Your heart pounded in your ears as you locked it, pressing your back against the wood.

They were going to burn it down.

Burn him down.

And suddenly… you understood.

This wasn’t about Ronin.

It had never been about Ronin.

It was about you.

A shrine keeper who didn’t follow the rules.

A person who refused to be what they wanted.

You were no longer a "miracle." You were a stain.

And stains had to be cleansed.

Outside, the crowd roared.

Inside, Ronin slept on, completely unaware that the world was ready to erase him.

He was right about this world, Everything you believed crumbled.

You held the crumpled letter in your hands, the ink smudged from the tears that had fallen onto it. The letter you had never sent. The words that would never reach him.

Outside, the crowd still raged, their voices sharp as blades, their hatred thick like the smoke they were ready to summon.

You could hear them stacking wood.

They’re going to burn this place down.

You pressed the letter against your chest, your breath shuddering. Your father’s shrine. The place you had been forced to protect, tied to it by a fate you never chose.

But for once—just once—you made a choice.

And that choice was him.

You turned back toward the room where Ronin lay.

His body was still, his breath slow. He looked more like a corpse than a sleeping man, but his presence was there. The same presence that had wrapped around you like a shadow since the day you met.

You walked toward him, slow and quiet, as if he could wake any moment.

And you wanted him to.

You desperately wanted him to.

"Ronin…"

Your voice cracked.

Nothing.

You swallowed hard, then lay down beside him, curling up close. The way you had done before, when he was still awake—when he was still able to tease you, flick your forehead, drape himself over you just because he could.

Now, he couldn’t even hold you back.

Your arms wrapped around him as you buried your face into his chest.

"It feels nice," you whispered, voice shaking. "Making a decision on my own. This shrine… it was never my dream. It was never my wish. It was just something my father gave me. Something I carried because I thought I had to."

Tears slipped from your eyes, soaking into his clothes.

"But you… you were mine."

You clung to him, shaking.

"I don’t care about this shrine. I don’t care if it burns. Let it burn. Let it disappear."

You gritted your teeth.

"Just… let me have you."

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply.

His scent was still there. Something dark, something sharp. A mix of dried blood, incense, and something that was uniquely him.

Your fingers curled into his shirt.

"In the next life," you whispered. "Can we meet again?"

You squeezed your eyes shut.

"Can we love again?"

Your lips brushed against his collarbone, trembling.

"Please... torment me with that devilish smirk of yours again."

A broken laugh slipped from your throat.

"Ha... I hate that stupid smirk."

Memories of it flashed in your mind—his sharp, knowing grin. The one that always meant trouble. The one that always made your heart race.

Ronin—who never cared about rules, who laughed in the face of death, who saw the world for the broken thing it was and decided to break it more.

Ronin—who touched you like you belonged to him, who held you just to remind himself you were real, who spoke in riddles but never lied.

Ronin—who was yours.

A sob tore through you.

You pressed your forehead against his chest.

"I don’t want to say goodbye."

The shrine creaked.

You ignored it.

The shouting outside grew louder.

You ignored it.

The world was falling apart.

But you didn’t care.

All that mattered was the boy in your arms—the boy who should have never belonged in this shrine, in this world, in your life…

And yet somehow, he did.

You held him closer, your breath unsteady.

"Even if you never wake up… even if I grow old and die before you open your eyes again…"

You swallowed back another sob.

"I will wait for you."

The shrine walls trembled with the weight of voices outside.

The scent of burning wood crept through the cracks.

And yet, inside, it was quiet.

You sat beside Ronin, your hand resting lightly against his cold skin. His chest barely rose, his breath shallow. He hadn’t moved in days, locked in that deep slumber—the kind that wasn’t sleep, not really. It was something heavier, something closer to death.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

"Ronin…"

Nothing.

Of course, nothing.

You swallowed, your throat dry.

And then, you sang.

It was an old miko song—one you had learned as a child, meant for the gods, meant to bring peace.

"The river flows, the mountain stands…"

The words felt strange on your tongue. They were meant for something pure, something holy. Not for him.

Not for the Devil.

"The stars will shine, the dawn will come…"

The crackle of torches outside grew louder.

"And even if the night is long…"

You gritted your teeth.

"I will wait… I will wait…"

Your voice trembled, but you kept going.

Your fingers brushed against his cheek, against his jaw—sharp as ever, but softer like this, at rest.

Ronin.

The monster, the killer, the butcher.

The Devil.

Your Devil.

He had told you once—everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of pain.

You hadn’t understood then.

You understood now.

Ronin never pretended to be anything else. He was murder and madness wrapped in a grin, in teasing words and blood-stained hands. He was a storm, and you had walked straight into him.

And now, you were drowning.

Your voice cracked.

"The wind may howl, the waves may break…"

Your fingers curled into his hair, and you leaned down, pressing your forehead against his.

"But I will wait… I will wait…"

A slow, shuddering breath left your lips.

"…so come back to me."

The last note hung in the air.

Then, silence.

A tear slipped down your cheek, landing softly on his.

His face was still, unchanged.

You pulled back just enough to see him.

His lips were slightly parted. His lashes barely fluttered.

Was he dreaming? Could he dream?

If he did, what did he see?

You pressed a trembling hand against his chest.

No heartbeat. No warmth.

And yet—he was still here.

You closed your eyes.

"First love never ends well."

That’s what he had told you once, smirking, his voice dripping with that cruel amusement of his.

Had it been his own love that ended in ruin? Had he been the one left behind?

You wished you could ask him.

You wished he could answer.

You wished—God, you wished.

The voices outside grew louder.

"She’s bewitched by that thing!"

"Burn it down!"

"Burn them both!"

You clenched your fists.

They would not touch him.

You would make sure of that.

Even if it meant everything else burned first.

You laid down beside him, your arm draping over his waist.

"In the next life…" you whispered, lips brushing against his skin.

"Can we meet again?"

"Can we love again?"

"Please…" you let out a broken laugh. "Torment me again with that devilish smirk of yours."

Your fingers curled into his shirt, holding him close.

The fire had spread.

You could hear it—wood cracking, voices shouting, the distant roar of flames consuming everything in their path.

And yet, inside this small, hidden chamber of the shrine, there was nothing but quiet.

Nothing but him.

Nothing but you.

Ronin hadn’t stirred. His breathing was shallow, his face so still it almost hurt to look at. You traced a slow line down his cheek, across his jaw—sharp as ever, even now.

The firelight flickered against the walls, creeping closer.

Shh… it’s peaceful here.

A small, bitter smile tugged at your lips.

How fitting, really.

He had come into your life in the dead of night, all sharp teeth and sharper words, whispering temptation in your ear.

And now, as everything burned, he would leave you in the same way.

Your grip on his shirt tightened.

You had known, hadn’t you?

From the moment you met him, from the first time he smirked at you with that impossible mix of amusement and something deeper, something dangerous.

You had known he was going to ruin you.

You just hadn’t expected to let him.

You pressed your forehead against his.

"First love never ends well," he had told you once, laughter in his voice.

It hadn’t meant much then.

It meant everything now.

The fire was closer. You could feel it.

Heat licking at the walls. Smoke curling through the cracks.

The people outside were still shouting.

"Burn it down!"

"Burn them both!"

Your fingers trembled.

You had never belonged here.

Not to the shrine. Not to its traditions.

You had tried—God, you had tried—to be what your father wanted. To be what the shrine needed.

But it was never your choice.

This?

This was your choice.

You curled against Ronin, pressing yourself into the curve of his body, letting his cold seep into you.

"Shh," you whispered. "It’s peaceful here."

You let your eyes close.

And for the first time in your life…

You felt free.

The fire raged outside, swallowing the shrine whole.

But inside the hidden chamber, nestled in the darkness, untouched by the flames—

A vampire slept.

And in his arms, a shrine keeper dreamed.

Small Song, I wrote for the Prompt! Falling for You based on this fanfic!

The wind calls your name, but you never stay A shadow that dances, a ghost in the gray You laugh like the night, with stars in your eyes But I see the sorrow you try to disguise

Falling for you, like the leaves in the breeze Drawn to your fire, though it burns me with ease Even in darkness, I still see your light Even in silence, I know you're alive

The world calls you monster, but I call you mine A sinner, a devil, yet somehow divine Your hands paint in red, but they tremble with truth Your voice is a weapon, yet soft in my youth

Falling for you, like the rain in the sea Lost in the storm, but you’re guiding me free Even in bloodshed, I still hear your name Even in endings, you’ll call me the same

If you must slumber, then dream me tonight Let me be warmth when you wake in the light And if I must burn just to keep you alive Then light me like candles and hold me in time

Falling for you… falling for you… Though the world calls it madness… I call it the truth.

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Present Day: A Dream or a Curse?

The dream came again.

Smoke. Heat. A voice calling your name, but you couldn’t move. Couldn’t wake up. Couldn’t remember—

Then your phone rang.

You bolted upright, heart slamming against your ribs, fingers fumbling to grab it. The name on the screen made your stomach twist.

Ronin.

Your breath hitched.

“…Hah?”

You barely had time to process before the call connected, and his voice—smooth, teasing, dripping with that goddamn amusement—filled your ears.

“Miss me, sweetheart?”

You nearly threw your phone across the room.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Laughter. Low, dark, delighted.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he mused. “Wait—are you blushing? Damn, I wish I could see it. The things I’d do to—”

You hung up.

Silence.

Your heart was still racing.

The dream was already slipping away, but that name—Ronin—was still burning in your mind.

You stared at the phone.

It rang again.

You swallowed hard and answered.

A dramatic sigh. “Is that any way to greet your boyfriend?”

“You let me kiss you last week.”

“That doesn’t—”

“And the week before that.”

You scowled. “Shut up.”

He laughed again, and something in your chest ached.

Because this was familiar.

Because this felt… real.

More real than the dream.

You leaned back against your couch, rubbing your temples.

“…You’re a serial killer, Ronin.”

“Aw, babe, don’t sound so scandalized,” he drawled. “You knew that when you started writing about me.”

And wasn’t that the real shock?

You had wanted to write about a killer.

You had wanted to understand him.

And somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with him instead.

What a joke.