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debonairprincesposts · 1 day ago

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Stroke Inducing Grammar

Summary: Where reader loses their mind over bad grammar and Jason does his best to take their mind off it. (Seriously it’s a nightmare)

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Jason lounged on the couch, the soft glow of a lamp casting a warm light over the living room. He held a book in one hand, but his gaze was drawn to you, nestled against him. You were scrolling through your phone, your brow furrowed and lips pursed in a way that made you look like you were about to burst.

‘What’s going on in that pretty head of theirs?’ he thought, internally chuckling at your intense expression. He could almost see the gears turning and the frustration radiating off you like heat from a fire.

“Hey, sweets. You doin’ okay?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, laced with genuine concern. He shifted slightly to face you, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was causing you such distress.

You glanced up, your eyes wide with exasperation. “The grammar of this damn article is so bad that it’s physically painful for me to even read another word!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “The terrible writing doesn’t make any sense, and it’s making me physically cringe!”

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle at your passionate reaction. It was one of the many things he adored about you—your ability to get so deeply invested, even in the little things. ‘Adorable,’ he thought.

Without missing a beat, he gently took the phone from your hands, setting it aside on the coffee table. “How about we take a break, hm?” he suggested, his voice softening as he pulled you closer to his chest. He felt the tension in your body, and he wanted nothing more than to ease it.

As he wrapped his arms around you, he began to massage the back of your neck, right under your skull. He could feel the knots in your muscles, and he focused on working them out, hoping it would help you relax a little. “Just close your eyes and focus on me,” he said, his voice a calming whisper.

You obliged, your eyelids fluttering shut as you leaned into him. Jason took a moment to appreciate how close you were, the warmth of your body against his. It felt right. He could feel the weight of the world lift slightly as he held you, and he wanted to share that feeling with you.

“Okay, so let me tell you about this one time my teammates and I got into some serious trouble,” he began, his tone light and playful. “We were all out on a mission, right? And B’s detective instincts kicked in. He decided to investigate a lead at a karaoke bar—of all places.”

You opened one eye slightly, the corners of your mouth twitching as you fought back a smile.

“Yeah, I know. What were we thinking?” Jason continued, grinning now. “We thought we’d blend in, but it turns out I can’t carry a tune to save my life. I ended up butchering ‘I Will Survive’ so badly that I think I left half the crowd in tears. But not the good kind! I think I actually lost my street cred that night.”

At that, you let out a soft laugh, the tension in your body slowly melting away. Jason felt a rush of warmth in his chest, knowing he was bringing you some joy amid your earlier frustration.

“And then there was the time we tried to do a stealth operation in a library,” he continued, his voice animated. “I swear, the librarian had ears like a bat. She caught us sneaking in and kicked us out faster than you can say ‘shhh!’” His smile widened at the sound of your giggles.

Jason leaned back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he prepared to share another story. "Alright, babe, here's one that'll really get you laughing. It's about the time we had to infiltrate a high-society gala," he began, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"So, we're all decked out in tuxedos, right? Me, Dick, and Tim. We figured we'd blend in with the crowd and gather intel on some shady dealings happening in the upper crust of Gotham. But it turns out, none of us really know how to act at a fancy event."

You shifted closer, intrigued, your earlier frustrations forgotten.

"First off, Dick tries to impress everyone by ordering the most expensive champagne on the menu. You know how he is with his charm. So, he's chatting up this socialite while Tim and I are standing awkwardly in the corner, trying to look sophisticated. But then, Dick leans back, trying to look all suave, and—bam!—he spills the champagne all over the lady's designer dress!"

You burst into laughter, picturing the scene. "No way!"

"Totally," Jason continued, chuckling at the memory. "The look on her face was priceless. She was ready to toss him out on his ass, but instead, he just starts apologizing profusely, making it worse. Classic Dick, right? Always smooth until he isn't."

He paused for effect, enjoying your reaction. "But wait, it gets better. So, while Dick's trying to salvage his dignity, Tim decides it's a great time to show off his 'master of disguise' skills. He found this ridiculous fake mustache and thought he could fool everyone by pretending to be a waiter. He even practiced his 'may I take your order' line."

"No!" you exclaimed, covering your mouth in disbelief.

"Oh yes," Jason laughed, shaking his head. "He walks up to this group of ladies, mustache all crooked, and asks if they need anything. But instead of playing it cool, he trips over his own feet and spills a tray of hors d'oeuvres everywhere! It was like a scene out of a comedy movie. Food flying, ladies shrieking—it was chaos!"

You were practically in stitches now, leaning against him as you laughed.

"And the best part?" Jason added, wiping a tear from his eye. "The host of the gala was a known crime boss. So, when the food went flying, he stood up, furious, and threw Tim out of the event. We barely escaped!"

You looked up at him, still giggling. "You guys are a total mess!"

"Hey, what can I say?" Jason shrugged playfully. "We might be heroes, but we can't do everything right. Sometimes, you just have to laugh at yourself—and try not to spill any champagne next time!"

You chuckled again, this time more freely, your laughter a sweet sound that made Jason’s heart swell. “Are you an angel?” you teased, your voice light and playful.

He smirked, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Nah, just a guy trying to keep his love from losing their mind over bad grammar.”

As he spoke, he could feel you relaxing against him, the tension fading like mist in the morning sun. He loved these moments—the little pieces of life where he could be there for you, bringing comfort and laughter.

“Just remember,” he said softly, “sometimes you’ve gotta let the bad writing go. Focus on the good stuff, like this,” he added, gesturing between the two of you. “This is what matters.”

You sighed contentedly, your body sinking into his embrace. Jason felt a sense of fulfillment wash over him. He would do anything to see you smile, to ease your worries, even if it meant sharing embarrassing stories about his own life.

In that quiet moment, as you nestled closer against him, he knew he’d always be your anchor, ready to pull you back from the edge whenever you needed it.

Fluff. Yummy nummy.

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estellesdoll · 1 day ago

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　𓈒. the comfort of you . 𝜚 . m. sturniolo

ᡣ𐭩﹒𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Y/N and Matt enjoy a lively Halloween celebration with his brothers, filled with laughter and treats.

ᡣ𐭩﹒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : older!matt x pregnant!reader

ᡣ𐭩﹒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.5

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The camera flickered on, filling the screen with the cozy, festive glow of the Sturniolo kitchen, all decorated for Halloween. It was one of those rare days when I joined Matt and his brothers, Nick and Chris, in front of the camera. Matt kept his arm around me, his warm smile making me feel at ease amid the Halloween chaos surrounding us.

Nick practically bounced with excitement as he took his spot on camera, his energy contagious as always. “Alright, everyone! Welcome to the Halloween special you didn’t know you needed!” He gestured toward me with a grin. “Today, we’re lucky enough to have my brother’s gorgeous girlfriend, Y/N, joining us!”

I laughed, feeling a little shy. “Hey, everyone! Ready for some fun Halloween treats?”

Chris grabbed a particularly odd-looking treat and examined it with a theatrical grimace. “Y/N’s got the right idea. This stuff looks terrifying. I’m not sure if this is a treat or a straight-up prank.”

Matt chuckled beside me, taking a piece of candy from my hand with a grin. “Guess I’ll be the one to test it first. I mean, someone’s gotta be the brave one around here, right?”

Nick feigned offense. “Oh, brave one, huh? Alright, let’s see you tackle this one.” He held up a neon-colored candy that looked suspiciously like it had been through the apocalypse.

Chris snickered, waving it around like it was some kind of rare artifact. “Matt, if you can survive this, I’ll believe anything.”

With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, Matt took a tiny bite and immediately scrunched his face. “Oh, that is…not right. Okay, I take it back—no one should eat this.”

Before I knew it, I was laughing so hard I could barely stand straight. Their energy was electric, and I loved being part of it. Even if Matt kept a careful eye on every treat I tried, making sure I only picked the safest ones, I could feel the warmth of his care.

Chris, never one to be outdone, suddenly leaped onto the table and began striking poses, rolling his shoulders back and flipping his hair like he was on a runway. “Look at me! I am the Halloween masterpiece!”

Matt laughed and shook his head. “Chris, get down from there before you break something, or worse, kick someone.”

But Chris was on a roll, doing exaggerated model poses while Nick threw candies at him. He raised his leg dramatically, accidentally swinging it close to my baby bump, and I instinctively took a step back. Before I could blink, Matt was in front of me, placing a protective hand on my shoulder and throwing his other hand out to steady Chris.

“Chris, seriously! Watch it!” he scolded, half-laughing but with a clear protective edge in his voice.

Chris backed off with his hands up in mock surrender, his expression mischievous. “Relax, relax! Just showing off for the fans.”

Nick shook his head, pretending to be the voice of reason. “Dude, you are chaos incarnate.”

After Matt made sure I was okay, he let out a small sigh, his hand still resting lightly on my shoulder. His protectiveness sent a warm, comforting feeling through me, and I couldn’t help but reach over to squeeze his hand.

The taste test continued, the guys daring each other to try the most suspicious-looking treats while throwing in jokes and snarky comments. At one point, Nick shoved a particularly ghastly-looking candy my way with a grin. “Y/N, how brave are you feeling?”

I eyed it skeptically. “I’ll pass, thanks! I think that’s all yours, Nick.”

“Smart move,” Matt said with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and squeezing me gently. “Trust me, there’s no need to prove your bravery here.”

The candy tasting carried on, with Nick and Chris engaging in an ongoing competition of who could eat the worst treat without gagging. Every few minutes, Matt would check on me, his concern showing through the playful chaos. And every time he gave me that gentle smile, I felt this overwhelming sense of comfort and happiness.

Toward the end of the video, Chris decided to “close out” by dramatically flinging himself onto the counter in a final, extravagant pose. “Thank you, thank you!” he announced, waving at an imaginary audience. “I know, I’m fabulous.”

Nick scoffed, playfully shoving him off the counter. “That’s a wrap, people!”

As we wrapped up filming, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for being part of such a lively, warm group. Matt turned to me, a gentle smile on his face. “You ready to get some air?”

I nodded, chuckling as he took my hand and led me down the hall. “Be right back, guys!” he called, leaving his brothers still bantering over which candy had been the absolute worst.

The sounds from the kitchen faded as we stepped into Matt’s room. He shut the door behind us, creating a peaceful cocoon from the lively chaos we’d just left. I looked around, taking in the soft light and the cozy space that felt so uniquely Matt’s, every part of it familiar and comforting.

He turned to me, pulling me into his arms. “Finally, some peace and quiet,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I love my brothers, but sometimes…”

“Sometimes you need a break?” I finished for him, laughing. “I totally get it.”

He nodded, leaning his forehead against mine with a soft smile. “Exactly. I was actually thinking…maybe we could take a little holiday, just the two of us. Somewhere quiet, away from everything and everyone.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? You mean, like a getaway?”

He nodded, his blue eyes shining with warmth. “Yeah, a cozy little place where we could just relax and spend time together before everything changes with the baby. Maybe a cabin somewhere, or a beach if you’re up for it. Just us, no interruptions.”

“An escape from Nick and Chris’s constant pranks?” I teased, grinning.

“Something like that,” he laughed, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “Mostly, I just want time with you.”

His words sent a wave of warmth through me, and I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You know, that sounds perfect. I’d love that. Where were you thinking?”

“Honestly, anywhere. As long as you’re there, it doesn’t really matter.” He gazed down at me, his expression soft. “We could just be by ourselves for a while, you know? Just us.”

I felt a blush creep up, his words melting my heart. “Then let’s do it. Wherever you want to go.”

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “I just can’t believe how happy you make me. It’s like…everything’s right when we’re together.”

I rested my head on his chest, letting his words wash over me. “I feel the same. Being with you, it’s like everything just falls into place.”

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You know, I thought I’d never be the kind of guy to want to settle down, but with you…” He trailed off, his gaze growing tender. “I feel like I could stay like this forever.”

His confession made my heart race. I looked up at him, unable to hide the smile on my face. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

We stood there in silence for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading away. He gently took my hand and led me over to his bed, pulling me down beside him. We lay together, fingers intertwined, just soaking in the warmth of being close.

He turned to me, his gaze filled with affection. “You’re everything to me, you know that?”

I smiled, brushing my fingers along his cheek. “And you’re everything to me. I can’t wait for our future together.”

His blue eyes softened, and he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” I whispered, my heart feeling full. The moment felt so perfect, like everything had led up to this. Just him, me, and the endless possibilities ahead of us.

As we lay there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, I couldn’t help but imagine all the adventures we’d have together—the quiet moments, the laughter, and the joy of sharing our lives. And in that cozy, private space, with Matt’s arms around me and our future stretching out before us, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

I felt a smile grow across my face, and I snuggled closer, laying my head against his shoulder. As he wrapped his arm around me, I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my fingers. I sighed, letting my eyes drift closed.

He gently ran his fingertips along my jaw, drawing my attention back up to him. His eyes were dark with longing, and I found myself holding my breath as he leaned in. His lips barely brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, and I pressed my palm against the warm skin of his back, pulling him closer. He deepened the kiss, and my breath caught in my throat.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, until my lips were swollen and my pulse was racing. As we finally broke apart, I saw the desire written plainly on his face, and I felt a flush creeping up my neck.

We both laughed at the same time, and I felt a blush spreading across my cheeks. I shook my head, pressing a kiss to his chest.

I pulled away, smiling at him. "It's funny how things change, isn't it?"

"It is," he murmured, his eyes sparkling. "But it's the best kind of change, isn't it?"

"The best."

I smiled and lay my head on his chest, feeling a strange fluttering in my stomach. We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, and I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was. I never could have imagined this back when we first met.

As I looked up at him, I saw the same look in his eyes that I'd seen before. The look that said he loved me.And I knew that no matter what the future held, we'd face it together.

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potatomountain · 1 day ago

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Prey

🩸Pairing: Vampire!JongSang x fem human reader🩸Summary: After the death of dracula, humans still weren't safe but even you tried to fight where you could. Unfortunately that piqued the interest of a vampire who attacked your village, and decided to make a different kind of prey out of you 🩸WC: 4.9k🩸AU: Castlevania au, vampires, medieval🩸Genre: horror, pwp🩸Warning(s): 18+ rating, dark themes, death of minor characters, mxm, mxfxm, blood play, biting, marking, predator/prey dynamics. mean dom!Jongho, dom!Yeosang, slight degradation, rough handling🩸Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society 🩸AN: A Castlevania collab with @flurrys-creativity , @daddyfordaeddy, @mingsolo and @sanjoongie || this honestly didn't turn out as dark as i expected but thats okay i still loved it. Might do a second part? 🩸dividers and Banner by me! Ageless blogs that interact with this piece, even a like, will be blocked INSTANTLY, no exceptions.

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Red eyes, bloody lips and protruding fangs. That's what you noticed the most about the man- no creature- in front of you. He was certainly dressed like a man, like a noble, but the fact he had just ripped up your dearest neighbor, a man twice your size, in half with his bare hands proved he was not human.

The way he crushed Mr. Johnson’s head like a grape was just unnecessary in your opinion, but it was intimidating. Did you run like he no doubt intended? Like the many others of your small village? The woman screaming, children crying, and the men having rushed in to try and protect what they could- all before running in hopes to spare their lives.

It never worked with the night creatures, the crops around the humble buildings were long burned to a crisp to try and protect themselves, the men weak from the limited rations to try and survive this winter. They all still had better self preservation instincts than you did, staring down this being as if you weren't afraid in the slightest.

He laughed darkly, the sound somehow the loudest in your ears drums over the screams and death of all you had known. Mrs. Johnson had been his meal before her husband had poorly attempted to rescue her.

So what were you doing? Lifting your sword to chin level as if you were going to attack this creature and play hero to your dying village?

He seemed to find your heroism amusing, circling you like he was trapping you in, or appraising you, but you were nothing more than prey.

“Where did you learn to fight?” He called out, momentarily distracting you. He was in front of you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and twisting it enough the sword fell from your hands.

You bit back the cry of pain, not wanting to show too much weakness. Why he didn't just break your wrist was beyond you, considering he had the strength. “My father. He was the village guard.” A position you had tried to fill, but there was little to protect alone. So you just became one of the many who fought off the bandits and night creatures.

“Did he teach you to be so dumb?” He asked curiously, licking the blood from his lips and eyeing your neck.

“No- he taught me to be realistic.” And fearless apparently, your knee connecting with his groin before you dipped out of range, grabbing your sword and swinging without hesitation. You didn't think you could win, not against a vampire, but you were determined to go down fighting and not like cattle to the slaughter.

He grabbed your sword with his bare hands, blood spurting from the wound as he ripped it out of your grip and sent you flying face first into the dirt.

“You think you can win against me?” He snarled out, foot connecting to your side to send you flying several meters, rolling around in the dirt in the process. It was an effort not to eat any of it, or groan in pain. Still, nothing felt broken, just bruised.

He was toying with you.

“No.” You pushed yourself onto your knees, coughing as you tried to catch your breath. “But this way someone gets away.” You stood up, ready to charge at him, at your death, when he was behind you suddenly. Before you could react, the world went dark.

Coming back to consciousness was the last thing you expected. You should be dead. Why didn't he kill you?

Apprehensive you didn't open your eyes or move a muscle, instead listening to your surroundings and taking in what you could feel. Oddly enough, it felt like a bed. A nice bed. With silken covers and soft pillows under your head.

There was a crackling fire to your right, close enough you could feel the heat on your bare calf- you were naked.

The realization had your heart rate picking up, just to hear something stir to the left of you. The bed shifted, something was climbing onto it, holding itself up on either side of you if the dips of the bed were any tell. Was it human? No, maybe shaped like one, but you doubted the vampire had just left you there to rot.

“I can tell you are awake.” A deep voice rumbled above you, close enough you could feel their words hit your cheek. “Stop faking.”

Hesitantly you opened one eye, then both in shock at the ethereal man before you. Black hair as silky smooth as raven feathers, pale skin, and features that were the epitome of beauty. The visage was marred by a beauty mark by his left eye, but it made him seem less like an apparition from your deepest dreams and more tangible and human.

But he wasn't human, the flecks of yellows and greens in his dark eyes telling of the being that he was- as well as the fangs he showed off with his parted lips.

“Are you not afraid? Why are you looking at me like that?” The man pulled away, sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in a white silk shirt that was left open and simple black breeches, something about the way he sat was almost feminine. “Well? Answer me human!”

“Thought I was dead and you were an angel. Angel of death seems accurate.” You mumbled, glancing around the room to try and get your bearings about you. It was lavish, warm, but the decor was almost dark. You spotted the fireplace, above it a portrait of the man next to you- but also who you assumed was the vampire that attacked your village. He was staring at the other with a hint of a smile on his face, while the beautiful one looked carved out of marble but happy. The clothing they wore was much older than you were familiar with though.

“Angel of death? Ha! Jongho was right, you do have a few screws loose for a human.” The man stood up, garnering your attention once more. “Get dressed, I have already bathed you. You shall be fed before Jongho's ‘game' begins. Whatever that is.” He motioned to a sheer chemise on the end of the bed, heading for the door to give you privacy despite his words.

You were clean, cleaner than you could get with your well water and home made soaps back at home. Even your hair felt silky and strong, lacking the oils you were used to. Your body was nearly hairless, even between your legs lacking its natural fur. He had done all this, while you were unconscious, but was giving you privacy to put on clothes?

“Odd…”

One vampire had attacked and killed most of your village- if not all- and another had cleaned you while you were unconscious to such a state you hardly recognized yourself. You did weigh your options as you dressed, marveling at the material and how it felt on your bare skin. These were luxuries you could never afford no matter how much you worked and saved as a peasant guard.

You wished you could just enjoy it, but you were well aware he had mentioned a ‘game’. So you would be toyed with more, and then probably killed once it was over. Mentally you noted to ask why you should even play along for the game, especially if it required your active participation like you suspected.

Once dressed a mask servant brought you a tray of dinner. You ate it by the fireplace, letting the warmth soak into your bones as a form of comfort. The food was better than anything you could have made, or that could have been made in the village no doubt, and you wanted to savor every bite. Easier said than done since you had practically been starving yourself so the rations would last longer. Therefore the food was gone before you knew it.

Meaning the game was going to begin.

It hadn’t been explained to you, aside from a note on your tray. Once you were finished with your food, you were supposed to set your tray out; then when you heard a knock on the door you were to leave the room and would remain so until the sun rose. You had no idea what time it was, nor where you would go once you left the room… you just knew you were prey. Really, it was unfortunate you were left in the dark, hoping for some answer to what you were surviving for. With no time to try and figure it out before the knock was heard, you looked around the room for something to be useful, but only the fire would be. With a bit of hesitance you stepped out into a dark stone hallway that seemed to stretch neverending in either direction. There was a bit of light on the wall in glass lanterns connected by what appeared to be string, but you didn’t think that was the case. It fascinated you for a moment, like it was magic, but a chill passing down the hall reminded you of just where you were.

Bare feet on the cold stone, you chose a direction and followed the string connecting the lanterns. The hall did end, splitting off in two more directions: one appeared to head upstairs while the other headed outside where it looked like a thunderstorm was raging out there. A loud crack through the air as the hall lit up from lightning to reveal a figure just inside the doors.

Your breath caught in your throat, a split second of fear rushing up your spine just before the adrenaline kicked in. You ran for the stairs like your life depended on it- because it did. You didn’t even know if the figure you saw was a danger, though your gut said it was. The stairs weren’t the best idea in hindsight, you just thought of putting as much distance between you and the figure as you could.

The endless maze of stone and lanterns was no help though. Your heavy breaths and the pounding of your feet on the stone are the only sounds you could hear. No other life.

The storm flashed through the windows on your right, doors on your left as you turned another corner. Your heart was in your throat, sparing a glance to find that you were being followed: it was the other vampire, Jongho. He was casually following your steps, heels clicking on the stone as he hummed a lullaby tune you recognized over the rain. A hunter’s lullaby.

The game was cat and mouse, and he was still toying with you.

Frustrated, you ran down the hall with the stained glass, the sound of the rain pelting against it almost as loud as you were. You were no hunter, you couldn’t silence your racing heart or heavy pants- you could only run.

Maybe you could dip into a room, hide, and backtrack. You just knew you couldn’t keep running all night, especially if you couldn’t even tell when the sun would rise with the storm still ongoing with no signs of it stopping.

Yet could you outsmart a vampire in his own home? At his own game? Was it just him or was his lover involved? The image of the vampire who had bathed you flashed through your mind, recalling a sadness to his features that had you second guessing that thought. He almost seemed as if he was tired down to his bones, like there was no fight in him. Except when he laughed.

Now was not the time to be intrigued by the beings that held you captive while one of them was chasing you like cattle. The need to clear your head and attempt a game blame had you slipping into one of the rooms around a corner, softly shutting the door as well as you could without making any noise. Surprisingly there was no click of the handle or creak of the hinges, and there was a fire going in the room that would hopefully swollen up the sounds anyways. Taking a deep breath you backed away from the door, looking for any signs he was on the other side. You couldn’t hear the lullaby through the thick oak and the pounding of your own heart in your ear drums, but that just made you more alert. Not enough it seemed, as a throat clearing from behind you had you jumping, a hand over your mouth to muffle the scream that wanted to come out. A glance behind you and you had to fight off the urge to run right out the door once more.

The other vampire was sitting on the other side of the room in a tall deep velvet chair, a book in his hand as he sat in front of a fire. The room seemed to be a library of sorts, a small and private one, with two chairs in front of the fire and a chaise lounge among the stacks further to your right. He seemed confused by your presence, setting the book aside and standing up slowly. “What are you- did you just shush me?” Why yes, yes you did. Your eyes flickered back at the door, hand over your mouth now as you could what the lullaby. Quickly you looked around the room, hoping for a hiding place, but you knew it was futile. So a weapon? There were a pair of swords above the fireplace but you would have to climb up there and also get past the other vampire.

You didn’t have time to decide, only to act, as the door creaked open and there was the vampire from the village: Jongho you presumed. He tilted his head, eyes red as he stared you down before glancing at the other. You noticed the way he visibly softened when he saw him, and you took that as your chance, throwing the nearest book at his head. Just as he caught it you were rushing forward to dip out of the way and circle back the way you came. Outside you had a better chance to get away than in here with limited space anyways. Who knew just how big this place was and you had already covered quite a bit of distance already. Your quick thinking was quicker than your feet however, as you didn’t make it past him before his hand wwas around your throat and he tossed you back onto the floor, arms flailing out and knocking over one of the nearby stacks of books on top of you. You grunted in pain, head dizzy but nothing was broken. “Jongho, not in here please.” The angelic vampire sighed, his words halting the one advancing on you. “I don’t want to risk the books you know. Blood stains the pages too easily.” “I apologize Darling, I had hoped she wouldn’t run in here.” Something about the way he smiled told you that was entirely his intention. Something else was going on that you just weren’t privy to knowing about apparently. “Would you like to join me?” Fear sparked in your heart, knowing damned well there was no way you could outrun two vampires in these halls especially if they got serious. In another effort to escape, you rolled out from under the books, throwing a few more but in other directions to cause some havoc: knock over a few more books, one hit Jongho, and the other went flying towards the fire yet the other vampire caught it. You didn’t stick around to see how he reacted, this time escaping through the open door and backtracking the way you had come. A second rush of adrenaline was pumping through your veins, your chest pounding with each step you took. You had to think, find a weapon, something.

One glance behind you and you were ready to give in. It caused you to stumble and roll, bashing your knee on the stone beneath you in the process. It wasn’t the only place you were now bleeding you realized, feeling a bit of the liquid warmth on your neck.

The way Jongho was licking his fingers had you shivering, well aware it was your blood that had him now grinning like an excited maniac. The fact his lover was now walking with him, hand in hand, a tension in his jaw that was concerning, just frightened you even more.

You weren’t above being afraid, well aware what this situation meant for you. They taunted you by just staying in view, with enough distance that you could feel like you were shaking them off, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

Running for minutes, back down the stairs, the doors you had seen before to the outdoors were just in sight. In sight and suddenly blocked off by the nameless vampire. “You’ll get sick out there.” He growled out, attempting to sound concerned. Like you could believe him.

Quickly you turned to run elsewhere, just to run face first into a chest. Jongho’s hands stabilized you by your biceps when you stumbled back, once more with a strength that didn’t hurt you. “Ah, your heart is racing little mouse, can’t have you exhausting yourself before we get to the fun part. I tell you what, we’ll end the game early- tsk tsk, you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep hitting me.” He didn’t even flinch as you kicked and punched at him, trying to squirm free out of his grasp. “What do you want?” You hissed out, just to be turned roughly in his arms and pulled back against his chest. He forced you to look at the other vampire who was watching you like a predator. The tension in his jaw, the furrowed brow, chest heaving with controlled breaths- but it was the fangs he barred that reminded you of just what he was. “I want my Darling to feel alive again. Your little struggle in the library worked wonders. Chasing you, despite the fact you knew you weren’t winning… so entertaining.” He licked up your neck, then released you. “Yeosang, Darling, let’s give her a head start to the bedroom. If you catch her first, you can do anything you want with her- tell the little mouse what that is.” You stood frozen, eyes locked on the now named vampire as he licked his lips. “Want to taste her…” “Her blood?” Jongho prompted, holding your forearm to keep you from running. “That too.” Yeosang adjusted his breeches, indicating he was excited in another way. Jongho laughed, grabbing your attention as he yoinked you closer. “Back up the stairs, past the library, two double doors. If you make it there before Yeosang grabs you… well then maybe you’ll have a say in how we fuck you.” Well… that was a twist you weren’t expecting. He waited until you nodded to let you go, laughing as you booked it in the direction you had come. Despite how vast the halls were, you remembered your path pretty well. Part of you wondered why you were running at all, excited at the idea of what the two vampires could do to you. Maybe dying right after wouldn’t be a bad way to go.

Your village was gone, and if it wasn’t well- it might as well be. Your parents were long gone, no other family that you could think of, no other experience you had to really survive out in the current state of the world. You were a mere human, a peasant with no skills to protect yourself from the dangers Dracula had unleashed onto the world. It was sheer spite that kept you going up those stairs. Your knee ached, your lungs were struggling to take in oxygen, but you pushed on. Still it was no surprise when you did collide with a stone wall, pushed up against it hard enough the wind was knocked out of you. It was by your own quick thinking that you had braced yourself enough your face didn’t smack into the stone.

Yeosang was pressed up against you, panting like he was the one who just ran like his life depended on it. His hands gripped your hips, running his nose against your neck where Jongho had nicked you with his claws earlier. “I didn’t think you would be much more than food when he brought you to us.” He admitted in your ear, pulling your hips back until they were pressed against the hard on in his breeches. “Hearing your heart racing, smelling your fear, all while you feebly attempted to run from him- but it was what he told me that ignited the fire I have missed.” He grinded himself against you, the chemise you wore getting pushed up around your waist. You weren’t a virgin, but you knew no peasant man would touch you like this normally. As if his need for you was eating him alive. It was turning you on. In fact… the chase itself had been exhilarating to an extent. If you had known this was their intent from the beginning you were sure the chemise would have been stained with your arousal. “He told me he got so turned on fighting you that I’d surely enjoy it. Seeing my lover enjoy a chase, I was so curious. Then the more you ran from us, the more excited I got. I even thought you enjoyed it.” He murmured so deeply against your ear, his voice practically a drug that had you wetter by the second. The drag of his fingers against your pussy had you biting back a whimper but he groaned so sinfully the sound escaped you anyways. “I was right. Crazy little human, do you still think I’m an Angel now?” “Ye-AH!” Your reply twisted into a moan as he pushed his fingers in, spreading your walls a bit roughly. “Angel of death.”

You could feel him smirk against your neck, licking up the drying blood there while he pumped his fingers inside. Nothing about his behavior was angelic, and last you saw of his expression it was twisted with predatory intent.

“Crazy crazy human. I could kill you right now, like I've killed hundreds before, and yet you're fucking yourself on my fingers in the empty halls of my castle.” You hadn't realized it until he whispered it in your ear but you were pushing yourself back on his fingers, even spreading your legs to be inviting. “I've wanted to eat you up since I cleaned you up; but that was his intent you know. Dangle you in front of me as if I'm prepping his meal. Clean and trim you up to serve you on his platter. Unfortunate I'll be eating you instead right here-”

“Yeosang Darling.” Jongho called down the hall in a singsong voice just as you felt Yeosang’s fangs scrap your neck. “Don't you know it's not nice to play with your food.” There was a teasing lilt that even you could hear despite being so turned on you could hardly think. Everything Yeosang said just had you dripping around his fingers more, eager for the impending climax his expertise was pushing you towards.

So when he pulled them out, you glared at the other vampire, verbally protesting with a hiss. He laughed, closing the distance in a flash to lean against the wall with his shoulder. “In a rush to be devoured, little mouse?”

“When it feels this good… yes I am.” You deadpanned, gasping out at a sudden intrusion to your hole that had your head rolling back. Oh he was thick, his two fingers barely prepared you for his girth. “Fuck!”

Yeosang's deep groan against the shell of your ear had goosebumps rising down your back. “Been so long since I've fucked a good pussy. Forgotten how amazing it feels.”

“Oh am I not enough?” Jongho teased with a chuckle.

You didn't care for the banter, pulsating around the dick buried inside you and it was the only thing in your head. You just wanted it to move, wanted more, so you started squirming.

The groan falling from the lips of the vampire behind you almost had you smiling in triumph. Almost. If not for the widening smirk on Jongho’s features and his hand reaching out to grab your throat. “Easy little mouse, you don’t get to do anything but take what we give you. That’s your punishment for losing the race. Though I had expected Yeosang to take you to the bed- you’re usually more proper with these things my Darling.” Yeosang shifted you, twisting you sideways and pulling one of your legs straight up and holding it to his chest; you didn’t think you were so flexible, but the angle pushed him a bit deeper and showed off your conjoined privates to his lover. “I must have lost my edge then.” The next sounds were the slapping of skin as he started pounding into you at such a brutal pace it echoed through the hall. You were held perfectly still by the nails digging into your thigh and hip, while Jongho kept your head still with his hand on your throat, his gaze glued to the way his lover’s cock slammed into your tight cunt over and over again with reckless abandon.

Neither grip, or the force of his thrusts, were enough to truly harm you. Bruises were going to be left behind, their claws breaking skin to draw blood, but no muscles torn or bones broken. This knowledge was at the forefront of your mind very briefly before it was dashed away by the pleasure they were giving you now that Jongho had a finger rubbing your clit, egging on his lover. “Can’t even make her cum with just your dick, you have gotten too rusty my love-” “Shut it.” Yeosang growled out, snarling his teeth at the other who just grew even more cocky. “You’re even too blissed out to give a proper response. So cute. I missed seeing you like this. Come on Darling, you know she’ll taste the best with an orgasm pulsing through those pretty veins of hers.” Jongho taunted more, twisting your neck to expose the small punctures from his nails, displaying it for Yeosang.

Their energy seemed to be contagious, the muffled moans and whimpers that had been falling from your lips turned to pleas. “Please bite me- want it. Wanna come too. Please please Yeosang- AH!” The feeling of his teeth sinking into your neck had your pussy clenching down on his cock, legs trembling as your climax assaulted your senses. Through hooded eyes you could make out an almost proud look on Jongho’s features: proud of you.

Cotton filled your head with a thousand buzzing flies, just the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain wrapping your mind and body and diluting all other thoughts and senses. You could barely register being filled with Yeosang’s own climax, his deep groan vibrating down your neck as he sucked greedily.

It was Jongho that pulled him away, now holding both your heads by the hair. His eyes flickered between the both of you before forcing you both to look at each other. Yeosang looked just as blissfully fucked out as you felt, and if it wasn’t for their grip on you your legs would have given out beneath you.

As Jongho captured Yeosang’s lips on his own, their grips did fail and you slumped against the wall, whining as you slipped down the stone, Yeosang’s cum slipping out of you now that he was no longer inside. You didn’t entirely mind, staring up at the two as Jongho pulled his lover against him. He was licking your blood off his lips, groaning in pleasure while he pulled the shirt off Yeosang. He was truly a sight to see, toned muscles, thin waist, his softening dick now growing once more.

The flashes of lightning behind them through the windows illuminated their features in an eerie but beautiful way, Jongho just as breathtaking as he climbed to his knees and cleaned your cum off the hardening member.

You would have never found such a tantalizing sight living as a human peasant, and even if you died tonight you swore you could consider this a good way to go. You were eager to get a taste as well, sitting up and reaching out before you knew it. Jongho slapped your hand away, pulling his lips off Yeosang’s cock to smirk at you coldly. “Seems like our little pet wants some more Darling. What do you say? One more chase to the bedroom?” Your heart lurched in excitement at the idea, nodding even before the vampire agreed. “Y-yes. Want you to catch her now, my Bear. You always look so gorgeous in a chase.” With a finger under his chin, he guided Jongho onto his feet, stealing a kiss. “Run little mouse, the night has just begun.” Despite your trembling legs, your throbbing pussy, and how lightheaded you were from the blood loss: you stood up and began to stumble down the hall. You remembered Jongho’s directions, and while your speed was greatly effected from your exhaustion, the bedroom was in sight before you heard them.

You dared to glance back, both walking hand in hand at a steady pace, sadistic grins on their features, and cocks standing tall.

Whether you died by the morning or not, it didn’t matter. Being prey had never felt so good.

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╭ ㅤ⿻ ･ HOLY IS THE LOVE THAT SAVED ME ( part iv. )

HOW DELICATE LOVE IS , THIS EBB & FLOW OF SERENITY.

-ˋ ♡ ◞ kazuha ･ zhongli ･ itto. genshin impact. title cr : juniper vale. repost. ଓ.°・・・part i. part ii. part iii.

❀ ﾟ. ༄ kazuha

& just as the sea intertwines itself into the earth's existence, so do the storms that weave themselves into the crevices of a vagabond's heart. kazuha clings to the idea of peace and a love reborn and carried, knows this to be his truth and idea of survival in a world where chaos and tranquility go hand in hand. there is always an ache, a hiraeth ; how it flows just as the wind does, coming and going, embraced and felt nonetheless.

under the skies there is a kindness that is meant to be felt and shared ; from the heavens to the earth, to the flux and flow of the calm waves, and to the hilt of his sword, he knows that there is love in the fight for the greater good. he shares this love with you, understands it wholeheartedly, and how fortunate he is to experience such a beautiful thing, this wanderer with origins that have long faded into oblivion.

it is storming. the rain falls gently, graces your home with a semblance of white noise that calms the nerves. you lie with kazuha, palm against palm as he finds amusement in your fascination at the difference in the size of your hands. calloused are his fingers, worn from many battles won and lost, and somewhere there is affection that lingers in his touch.

"the sun was so beautiful earlier." you absentmindedly murmur, shifting your hand just the slightest bit so that you may lace your fingers with his, grinning when you squeeze his hand. "you've never really been one for storms, have you?"

"there is nostalgia in every raindrop that meets this earth." kazuha smiles, brings your hand to his lips before pressing a kiss to it. "the storms remind me of both the hardships and victories i've faced in my life."

there is a quiet pang in your chest that resonates in the gentle words spoken. you find yourself speechless, guilt pouring into your veins at the inability to comfort your lover. but the curve of his lips never falters, and he holds you closer to him, allows you to listen to his heartbeat.

"i will always be grateful for the rain. it brings you and i together, doesn't it?"

now, you are the one who smiles. you laugh, kissing him ever so gently in a goodnight, i love you.

"it does. i am grateful for it, too."

❀ ﾟ. ༄ zhongli

to live as a mortal is a strange phenomenon-- one zhongli must learn to adapt to, even though years have passed since the fall of rex lapis. liyue flourishes in his absence, and somewhere he thinks there is a longing for what once was. but on the balcony of the home he once built, he looks to the sky for the comfort of new beginnings. this place blooms without him, the civilians starting anew and becoming even stronger in the absence of a god.

it is a precious thing, their resilience. humans are prideful beings, aren't they? to grieve and continue forth, to come out of the flames even brighter than ever before.

"do you miss it?"

zhongli senses your presence. you step forward, stand by his side. you inhale sharply, shoulders rising and falling with your breaths.

he does. but there is an end to all things, and no longer is he needed.

"it would be selfish to answer so honestly."

"you held the weight of their lives for countless of years, love. i think it's okay to be selfish now."

but is this not enough, his selfishness? to announce his goodbye in such a manner, to test the waters and see if survival ran in the bloodstream of his land? to rescind his godhood and live normally for once? to fall in love with you and live the rest of his days in peace?

is this not selfish enough?

zhongli smiles. it is bittersweet.

your hand rests on his shoulder, eyes meeting amber. you need not speak the words, but as silly as it may be, he certainly would find comfort in hearing them.

"you can live for yourself now. they continue to grow, even without your guidance. they're doing just fine, and surely they send their prayers to you in the hope that you are, too."

"it is never easy, is it?" zhongli muses wistfully. he knows you are right, but perhaps all the logic in the world would not allow his emotions to find reason.

you turn to face him, gesture him to do the same until you are looking at each other.

"things never are, but we can make it easier." you tell him, hands cupping his cheek. "we can start out this way : tell me what i can do for you."

zhongli blinks, takes a few moments to register the newfound determination on your features. he laughs, and suddenly, it is almost as if his exhaustion has dissipated.

"you have always amused me, my dearest." his hands cover yours. "may i ask that i always stay by your side?"

you laugh, press a kiss to his nose.

"what a foolish god you are, asking something you already know the answer to. i'll always be with you, whether near or far."

❀ ﾟ. ༄ itto

the hardships of the oni are never forgotten. itto remembers his past with traces of bitterness and hardship, but in those memories, he remembers the warmth of family found. how time has passed and how things have changed so drastically. he recalls such times more often than he would like, and it is almost as if he relives them.

itto has a good heart, undoubtedly so. he is rambunctious, carefree, and in his blood there is the pride of his family. but personalities mean little when others judge on appearances, and so itto understands the fear and wariness people cast upon him for his mere existence. it doesn't mean anything, doesn't hurt-- is what he tells you, grinning as he brushes off your concern, but it builds and builds until he cannot ignore it.

it is a constant reminder, and as much as he would like to move on, as much as he knows that what others think doesn't matter, it hurts in the end, even if he doesn't want it to. but you are there-- you're always there to defend him, even when the words sting the most, even when he takes them to heart.

"don't worry about it! i don't wanna cause anymore trouble, so it's no big deal."

itto can practically feel the anger radiate from your body. it's an aura, an ungodly one, really, and he wonders if he's ever seen you seethe in such a way before ( yes, even when he released all the beetles in your house ). it's almost a routine by now; he's typically successful in getting you to calm down, but you don't even respond this time. you stay silent, your back towards him. he approaches you, thinks of more silly jokes to crack, thinks of anything that can ease the pain and anger that you feel on his behalf.

your shoulders tremble. you turn on your heel, meet gazes with him. there are tears in your eyes, and it burns.

"it is a big deal, itto! everything they say about you is never true. you're not scary, you're not frightening-- you're not going to hurt them and you never would. they should know that. just because--"

"whoa, whoa, whoa--" itto's mouth is running a mile a minute, and instinctively, he holds you in his arms. you're crying much harder now and you shouldn't be-- how silly that he is the one who suffers yet you are the one who laments. "don't cry— i'm fine! it doesn't matter what they say, 'cause it's not true. i only care about what you think. that's what happens when you're in love, right?"

your sobs stifle immediately at such an innocent question, the lump in your throat still very much there.

"you're too nice, itto."

itto wipes your tears away, grinning when he feels how warm your face is.

"and?"

"and i love you."

he hums, kisses you on the forehead.

"i love you, too. see? nothing to worry about, as long as it's you and me, okay?"

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