#its minor right now in my left knee and my right knee is not quite there yet but showing signs

[lunarflare64]

So. Osteoarthritis. That's a thing I have apparently. I'm 22.

[latenighttalking00]

A Work of Art

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader

Summary: You are a Marchioness from france and your mother is adamant that you wed. She is a very close friend of the Dowager Vicountess Bridgerton who has so generously agreed to be your sponsor for the season. Perhaps in doing this, she has unknowingly found her son's perfect match as well.

Warnings: slow-ish burn, friends to lovers, smut, 18+, minors dni, hair pulling, possessive/dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving). This is just porn with a plot.

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: Hi! This is my first time writing, so apologies if it's a bit rough; English isn't my native language. Hopefully, you all absolutely drool over Benedict the same way I do. enjoy!

Once the social season had begun its approach, you and your family make haste on your return from france. Due to your newly given title, you are projected to be quite the diamond this season indeed.

As a close friend of the family, the Dowager Viscountess, Violet Bridgerton kindly offers to sponsor your debut this season, meaning that it is now of the utmost importance to arrive promptly at the Bridgerton home in London before the season is to begin.

As you sit in the drawing room, awaiting the next potential suitors you will inevitably send on their way, the clear and evident dread in your expression does not go unnoticed by your mother. A quick swat to your knee from her fan catches your attention, a visible look of warning on her face as your eyes meet hers.

"I do hope that attitude of yours is quick to dissipate." She sighs, "Men will find you quite inadequate to wed if you are to continue this ridiculous behavior. It is quite unladylike." Your mother's words cut right through you as if she had taken a hot paring knife to both of your ears. Not being able to withstand it any longer, you quickly stand from your seat and interrupt her.

"Mother, this gown and the line of men outside the door are quite suffocating enough; no need for your incessant nagging as well." You take a moment to pause, regaining your composure.

"I believe I am feeling quite faint; perhaps I've seen enough suitors today." You threaten rather than suggest, "I will return to my chambers and perhaps get a bit of rest seeing as the sun has already began it’s departure from the sky."

You bow and quickly excuse yourself before making haste out the door, walking as fast as your feet can take you, right past the men who are practically begging for just a minute of your attention.

You race directly to your bedroom, entering quickly and not even fully shutting the door before you are pulling down the zipper of your gown and letting it fall to the floor. "This retched thing must come off immediately," you mumble to yourself as you pull at the laces of your corset, loosening them just enough to slide off your body. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you slip off your stays and slip on a beautiful white nightgown you purchased from one of the most talented modiste in france.

Shortly after the maids come to collect your gown, you are quick to wander down the halls in search of a cure to your relentless boredom. you find what appears to be an art studio and you are instantly overjoyed. you quietly sneak in through the door left ajar.

Art was your pride and joy; your sketches and the ability to produce beautiful works on canvas were the only things keeping you from becoming a mad woman.

Unbeknownst to you, Violet's second-eldest son and the owner of said art studio had just returned home from the gentleman's club. As he makes his way down the hall, prepared to return to his studio and peacefully finish up some things he started the night prior, he is met with complete and udder surprise at the sight of a woman flipping through his sketchbooks.

He feels as if the air has been knocked right from his lungs. Never once has a woman looked so real, raw, and simply ethereal to him in nothing but a simple yet elegant night gown, the pages in between your delicate fingers, the way in which you sit, your effortless and beautiful features, and the way they change and turn to show your focus, the true and utter intrigue at the charcoal etched on the paper is more than enough to bring a man directly to his knees.

He watches as you adjust your position, your nightgown sliding up your thighs as you cross a leg over the other. He feels as if he might faint.

“those are from my time traveling.” he points, making his way in to the room.

So lost in thought, you are quickly brought back by the sound of the deep and sultry voice coming from the hallway, it sends chills down your body, you are unable to fight the butterflies in your stomach and are completely unprepared for what you’re eyes are met with the second they dare to leave the pages in front of you. He is perhaps one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen, the way his features darken in the dim candle light could cause scandal merely on its own.

As he makes his way over to you, you scramble to find any sort of words to not appear as a complete and udder fool. “désolée, my Lord. All this beautiful artwork caught my eye and i could not help myself.” your voice only making his new found attraction grow even stronger.

“Benedict Bridgerton..” he says just loud enough for you to hear. He is quick to take your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Miss y/n y/l/n” you respond, a blush creeps over your cheeks as your eyes meet his. Your name and accent are both very quick explanations as to why a very random beautiful woman was wondering in

his family home.

“Ah yes, the Marchioness from France. My mother has done quite a bit of boasting upon your arrival, i can now see why she was so keen on you being the diamond of this social season” he chuckled lightly “merci, Lord Bridgerton.” you offer him a warm smile as you place the sketch book in his hands.

Your hand grazes his and you feel as if your body is set aflame. You quickly fumble to stand, attempting to leave before any further scandal is to happen. he is quick to catch you by the arm, his light grasp more than enough to keep you in place.

“Please, stay as long as you’d like.” He offers, taking a step towards you, but you are quick to shake your head, knowing staying any longer may very well affect your title and rank during this very precious season.

“You are more than kind.” you place a hand over his and squeeze lightly. He leans even closer, your face mere inches from his. his scent fills your nose and you cannot control the heat that consumes your body, the sheer need you have for him in this very moment. “I must- i uh-..” he raises an eyebrow at your words. though his proximity fogs your brain, you attempt to compose yourself. “Perhaps i can show you some of my art in the duration of my stay here.“ he smirks, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he nods “if what you create is half as beautiful as you, my art will never hold a candle to yours.” he compliments.

Your breathe catches in your throat as his words. “..Benedict- Apologies, Lord Bridgerton..” you quickly correct yourself, the use of his first name not going unnoticed by him. “I’m sure both your and my Mother will have quite the earful if i am found in here, i must go.” Before he is even able to protest, you are gone.

As the days pass, You begin to consume his every waking thought, the sound of your voice, the feeling of your skin on his is burned in to his memory and he cannot shake his want for you.

Anthony is quick to notice his admiration, the wandering stares and close proximity immediately become apparent in Anthony’s eyes. As the family settles in the drawing room, Anthony is quick to pull His younger brother aside “You’ve grown quite close with Marchioness” Anthony offers his younger brother a warning glance and Benedict simply smirks in return “Brother, are you suggesting that i’ve compromised Miss y/l/n?” he laughs. Anthony in no way finds this amusing “See to it that your intentions are well thought out and you are thinking with your brain rather than something else. She is a Marchioness, toying with oversea affairs may be more than risky, even for a Bridgerton.” Anthony notes, the clear and evident weariness in his voice wipes the smile right off Benedict’s face

“Brother, do remind me. Did you not ask for one Sharma’s hand in marriage and then proceed to marry the other? You need not inform me on scandal for i am more than well aware of what i am doing.” he place a hand on Anthony shoulder and squeezes light before walking away.

time skip

Benedict does everything in his power to gain every fraction of your attention when it is available. The two of you spending more time together than any of the men attempting to court you. This new grown fondness blossoms quickly and Benedict soon becomes one of your most trusted friends. Spending late nights in his art studio, promenades in the garden, pall mall with his family. You’ve never felt more at home than with your dear Benedict and his lovely family. This fondness grows very quickly to something much stronger. Knowing Benedict’s stance on courting and marriage in general, you shake the thought. Knowing your dear friend will never see you as anything but.

While enjoying another late night in his studio, you can’t help but feel different. You both are well aware your time together is coming to end. Suitors begin growing impatient and proposals begin rolling in faster than the tide.

“I quite like Lord Lumley, he is handsome and he finds interest in poetry.” Benedict is quick to laugh “Lord Lumley is a dimwit after nothing but your title.” you wince at his words “Clearly he’s much more of a gentleman than you.” You tease, crossing your arms over your chest. “Excuse me?” he asks, the change in his tone sending heat right between your thighs. He rises from his place on the stool and saunters over to you, his large frame towering over yours.

“Repeat what you said.” he orders

“Ben i was merely kidding i-“ you stutter, his proximity making your skin feel as if it were on fire.

“Do not make me ask you again.” he warns, a smirk on his face

You are a bit taken a back by his demeanor but the insatiable desire in your body fills you with a sudden surge of confidence. “Lord Lumley is more of a gentleman than you, Lord Bridgerton.”

Benedict lets out a low chuckle before leaning down, his mouth right by your ear.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps Lord Lumley isn’t plagued by the same un-gentleman like thoughts that fill my head the moment you step into a room.” he sighs, his breath on your skin only making matters worse.

Your hands find his half buttoned shirt and you press your hands lightly to his chest “Benedict.” you warn.

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes with his own. Your noses practically grazing as he speaks. “Tell me now that you do not desire me.” His hands rest on either side of your face “Simply speak the words and i will respectfully withdraw and allow you to be with whomever you like but first you must tell me you do not desire me and you wish for me to leave you alone.”

“Ben.” You mumble quitely. Every feeling or emotion that the second eldest Bridgerton has ever caused immediately rises to the surface. At a complete loss for words, you do what you feel is right in the very moment and you bring your lips to his.

The kiss quickly fills with passion, weeks of hidden adoration and care comes bubbling over the surface.

“Marry me.” he say breathlessly as he breaks from the kiss. “You have shown me what is it truly like to admire a woman. To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much so that all of her defenses crumble and that you would willingly take on any pain or burden for her. To honor her being with your deeds and words. You make me feel what only a true poet describes." his works nearly bring you to your knees as tears threaten to escape your eyes. “I would move the heavens down to earth for you if i knew it would make you smile.”

“Benedict.. Je vous aime.” you reassure him “I love you mon chéri, more than the moon loves the night sky. You are my everything, my best-friend. I would give anything to be your wife.” He pulls you back in for another kiss which very quickly becomes heated.

He trails hot kisses all over your jaw, neck and bosom. “My beautiful Fiancée.” he mumbles, his wandering hands sliding their way up your thighs, threatening to breach the hem of your nightgown. You are immediately reminded of your current location and you push the dark haired boy back “Ben.. not here” you breathe out, The second Bridgerton son just smirks before kneeling down in front of you.

Unsure of what he’s planning, you remain silent, eyes trained on his as he begins trailing kisses up from your ankle to your inner thigh. His hands trail up the back of your legs, giving your ass a playful squeeze as he reaches it, causing a gasp to escape from your lips.

The mere sight of him like this sends heat directly between your thighs, all logical thinking thrown out the window as he begins to tug your panties down your thighs. A blush creeps over your cheeks and your hands find his hair, tugging lightly. Benedict continues with no hesitation, pressing light kisses all over your inner thighs, leading right up to your aching core. You’re unable to fight back the sounds that leave your lips as you feel his tongue pressed against your clit. “Christ Benedict… you’re going to be the death of me.”

He wastes no time, lapping, kissing and sucking at your soaked heat as strong hands grip on to your thighs, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. You lean against his desk to keep yourself upright while quiet moans and whimpers escape your lips, your hands pulling and tugging at his messy black hair, only encouraging him more. He pulls back only for a moment to look up at you “You taste fucking divine, my beautiful work of art.”

He is quick to return to your soaked heat. As his tongue works relentlessly on your clit, he slowly pushes two fingers inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust before slowly thrusting them in and out. Shortly after, you feel an unfamiliar knot form in the pit of your stomach and Benedict is aware immediately due to your incoherent mumbles and the way you clench around his fingers. “That’s my girl..” he says breathlessly “just like that..” After hearing his words, you completely unravel, shaky moans escape your lips as one hand grips on to the table and the other with a tight hold on your Fiancées hair.

Once your body has relaxed, he gently pulls your panties back up before standing to face you. You watch as he brings his fingers to your mouth “Open.” he commands and you immediately oblige, opening your mouth as he slides his fingers past your lips. The unfamiliar taste and the sheer sight in front of you causes a blush to fall over your face. He removes his fingers with a groan and offers your a smirk “You, my dear Fiancée are going to be the death of Me.”

A/N: Hi guys! I really hope every likes this :) if you have any request, feel free to send them to me :)

[ma1dita]

its 2am and im delirious im so sorry but

jealous! (and maybe clingy!)luke x apollo!reader when he sees the same couple of campers constantly coming to you for medical attention over small scratches or feigned illnesses just to get your attention..and reader is just so kind to everyone they’d never refuse to treat anybody no matter how minor the injury, but it drives luke a little mad teehee 🤭

🐥 also happy (late) birthday jo!!

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x gn!apollo!reader

a/n: i will never get tired of bf!luke.

wc: 947

“Be with you in a second, sweet boy!”

Your hands were fiddling with gauze as you brush past Luke sitting on the only empty bed left in the infirmary. And you weren’t even talking to him! Your words were directed to his half-sibling and with all the others waiting for you, it was obvious that you weren’t leaving your shift anytime soon despite his plans for your date night.

“Doc, what about me? I feel sick too,” he mutters into your neck, big hands pulling at your waist and playing with the smock tied around your frame.

“What’s the matter, my love?” You coo, brushing back his mop of hair and looking into his honey sweet eyes. He grins and it’s a bit boyish and quite sinister, all Luke with a definite trick up his sleeve. 

“My heart hurts…. because I pulled a few strings to have dinner with you at the lake and we’re not there right now,” he sighs, hot breath tickling your earlobe, “And I need you to fix me up too.” Cheeky asshole.

You bite your lip and slowly pull yourself away from his embrace, not without kissing the corner of his mouth before the fluttery feeling is weighed down by the reminder of your responsibilities at the sound of a scream from across the infirmary.

The room was filled with campers of all ages vying for your attention and waiting for your gentle hands to tend to everything from a scraped knee to a rising fever (though if you ask Luke, he’s so sure he saw Bradley from cabin 9 standing over the forge in the armory trying to break a sweat earlier).

It was sickening. Someone ought to tell these campers to get in line. Connor Stoll almost skips–excuse me, limps, (now that you’re watching him again) towards Luke with a shit-eating grin at his moody disposition at the fact that he has to fight for your attention.

“Beat it, loser.”

“Baby! Don’t be mean or I’ll ask you to leave. Get up, Connie needs to get his knee wrapped,” you say with a furrow in your brow. Your eyes dart around the room wondering where the rest of your siblings have gone to help you heal these campers, but unlike you, they’ve already clocked out for the day. It’s a wonder how many kids at Camp Half-Blood get brutalized, maimed, or both on the daily, but it’s all in a day’s work of being a child of Apollo.

“Yeah, move it bighead!”

Luke grumbles, rising to his feet and shoving Connor a bit harder than what’s brotherly, so much so that the preteen falls face first into the cot. (Luke thought it was dumb that the kid was acting like a baby since the idiot scraped his knee jumping off the roof of the dining pavilion because Travis and Chris dared him to.)

“OWWW!” he groans, and before you can react, Bradley’s asking for another cold towel and little Lila from cabin 4 starts crying about her sun poisoning from being out in the strawberry field—your shaking hands and wide eyes let Luke know you’re at your limit so he ushers you behind a curtain for examinations.

“Honestly, you’re overworked babe. Take a break,” he says sternly, but softens as you look up at him with a pout and a whole lot of love. He smooths your hair down and hands you a glass of water.

“Just need to see the rest of the patients for the day and send them on their way. I don’t want anyone to be hurt,” you mumble through sips, leaning against the wall and shutting your eyes. To Luke, it sounded like the quicker you get through this the more time he spends with you— and so he moves so quickly that you barely process what he’s doing until you hear various complaints from campers (who are annoyed that their new nurse isn’t as pretty as you and dons a fierce glare and curls that hang over his forehead like a dark cloud).

Nurse Luke models after what he’s seen you do here countless times, but in a way that’s very much his own. He gives out ambrosia and nectar, cleans up booboos where needed, tells Bradley to fuck off and take a cold shower, tapes Connor’s mouth shut, and awkwardly jokes to a kid from cabin 6 that he probably shouldn’t be the one doing stitches or he’ll get a scar that looks like the one running down his cheek. They agree to wait until later, holding bloody gauze to their chin.

By the time you’ve calmed yourself down, you pull back the curtain to see an eerily quiet infirmary (and you’re not sure if they’ve been threatened into silence) but everyone is bandaged, fed and watered—to the best of Luke’s ability. It brings up a sunny smile on your face that reminds him of the first rays of morning light which is a view he never gets tired of, and you finally throw in the towel when Leo and little Will come in for the evening shift. 

A resounding sigh is heard from the infirmary’s patients as you leave with your boyfriend, to which you don’t think much of as you look at Luke like he’s the answer to all of your problems. He kisses you in the doorway like its a cure, whispering sweet nothings and promises of a nice dinner at the lake even if it’s pitch black outside now.

It also serves to those damn kids as a reminder that he’s the one who gets to fuss over you and though he doesn’t like starting fights, boy, does he love ending them, in his own little way.

[zafrinaxyz]

The Bet

Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina Reader

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ synopsis Neteyam cheats in a game of dice in order to have his way with you

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wc short read

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ tags toxic / manipulative!neteyam. betting (?) soft blowjob / oral ( m receiving )

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ note super random . probably won't make sense . sorry if its confusing . this is my first drabble ? oneshot ? please be gentle with me 😂

enjoy x

໒꒱ ‧₊˚. NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"A six. How unlucky" Neteyam smirks as he picks up the things he calls dice, small foreign objects he showed you from his dads home planet

"But why is it unlucky? You still haven't even explained the game!" Sitting in a kneeling position, you pout- growing more and more confused by the second

"Because I said so" Staring at you intensely, making you nervous and uneasy. You were both on an empty beach, on the opposite side of the Metkayina village. For some odd reason he didn't want anyone else to join you with this particular game, wanting it to be just the two of you. He said the game would be fun, not too many rules and simple to follow. But, he also said he couldn't tell you the rules, only he was allowed to know. How were you supposed to know if you won or not? He said he would tell you if and when you did- telling you to trust him

"Okay so now what?" You motion to begin to stand, legs aching from being in the stiff position for so long

"Ah ah , remember what you agreed to" He begins to rise too, making sure you don't start making your way back

"If I lose, then I would have to help you with something" with a pinch in your brow, your face is flat and annoyed, this game from earth was... awful

"Right.. So get back down on your knees and close your eyes" He was a few inches from your face, talking lowly

Your ears pinned back, eyes darting back and forth between his. You swallowed, then made your way back down into your original position, hands placed on your legs

"Neteyam, what am I do-"

"Shh, close your eyes. I won't say it again"

Your upper lip quirked, and with a deep exhale, you obeyed. "Perfect tanhi. Now open your mouth for me." What the hell is he doing? What kind of favor required all of this? You slowly opened your mouth, your brows pinching together even more than before

"Be really still for me" he breaths as he places his left hand on the side of your face, gently cupping your cheek and using his thumb, stroking your skin. Using his right hand, he slowly guides his shaft closer to your lips. He places the tip on your bottom lip, softly dragging it side to side

"Good, now stick your tongue out" Eyes still closed, You slowly extend the pink muscle until it connects with his tip. You retract instantly, precum covering your taste buds with a slight sourness

"Neteyam what kind of fruit is this?" Swirling your tongue around in your mouth, completely clueless. He lets out a breathy chuckle, "The best kind... now open wide"

Re-opening, he instantly begins to slowly slide his length in your warm mouth with a low moan. You began to whimper, the vibrations sending chills up his spine with his mouth agape

"Sssss , uh eywa" His right hand removed from his shaft to the back of your head, lightly fisting your hair

Your eyes finally pop open, unable to keep them shut any longer. They grow bigger with the realization of what's happening. You jerk back entirely until his entire length pops out, surprised look plastered on your features taking short quick breaths

Neteyams head shoots down with the loss of feeling, brows pinching together due to the instant cold

"Neteyam what the-"

"Remember the bet. You can't go back on your word"

You were in disbelief and shock. He never mentioned doing this. And now you can see why. But instead of getting up and leaving, you stayed put. It was actually quite.. exciting. Blinking a few times and without a reply, you take him back into your warmth and wetness, sucking on him firmly. You can feel every ridge with your tongue as he begins to harden even more. Moaning louder than before, he throws his head back in pleasure, overwhelmed by how amazing your mouth feels

"Fuck tanhi, you’re gonna make me cum" Struggling to speak, his face pointed towards the sky, eyes screwed shut trying to last just a little bit longer

You whimper at the praise, gradually increasing your movements. You raise your right hand and wrap it around his length, simultaneously sucking and stroking while your left hand lays flat against his hip.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he huffs out, his breathing being very labored, nearing his release. You begin to twist your wrist and swipe your tongue over the tip, making his hips spasm. He grips your hair tightly before gripping completely, freezing his movements as he shoots his cum down your throat. you swallow quickly trying not to choke

"Shit .. you are absolutely gorgeous" removing himself from your mouth and catching his breath. He begins to come down from his high as he looks down at you with a haze and partially closed eyelids

you faintly smile up at him and he comes down to connect his lips with yours

maybe this game wasn't so bad after all

[glitterjay]

ー manspreading

minors DNI

jay x fem!reader

warnings pet names (darling, baby and such), humping, a few cuss words lmk if i missed any other thing

it was a normal saturday night. the movie dates that started off as a thought from bored-ness became a habit. jay was sitting on the couch, browsing through netflix with a bored expression on his face. just as you walked into the living room, the sight in front of you made your knees weak. there he was, manspreading on the sofa, his dick visible from the thin sweatpants he was wearing.

this drove you crazy. just how spacious his lap was. it was like an open invitation to sit there, and so, you did. he didn’t take this as something weird, as you often cuddled like this. a random movie was on, and you both enjoyed the closeness of each other.

it was until the night progressed that you started feeling needy. jay kept innocently rubbing your lower abdomen with his thumbs, and it made you close your eyes every time. the feeling of his hands being close, but not quite where you needed them drove you to madness.

your hips started moving on their own in circles, not being able to hold still anymore. to your surprise, your boyfriend didn’t react. in fact, he moved his hands from your stomach to your hips, pushing you down more, and adding pressure to your heat. “someone’s being naughty, i see”.

you couldn’t help but let out a tiny whimper. jay moved his hips along yours, adding even more friction than before. “fuck baby, you’re moving so right”. his words made their way to your cunt, which was throbbing and clenching onto nothing, screaming for more action.

seeing your pace become sloppy, jay took actions into his own hands. he made you get and turn around, sitting you back on his lap. both of your legs on his sides, startling his fully clothed cock. first he left soft and wet kisses along your jawline, going down your neck, and sucking the sensitive skin on your chest.

your hands found their way to his shoulder for support, as you kept grinding on him. the sighs and whimpers that came out of you were music to his ears. he bucked his hips up, sending an electric feeling throughout your entire body. “mmgh! d-do that again”.

your wish was his command. he kept doing what was asked, as his hands roamed around your body. “you look so sexy all worked up, grinding on my cock like that”. he bucked his hips up harder. “ah!” “all those pretty noises just for me”

his hands found the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and throwing it god knows where. his dick twitched when he saw you were wearing nothing underneath. “was this what you wanted this entire time, darling?” you nod frantically, not making up exactly what he said, your mind being fuzzy due to all the things you’re feeling at once.

jay’s mouth found its way to your chest, nibbling and playing with your skin. it was just enough to send you over the edge. you threw your head back, still holding onto his shoulders. the sight before him could’ve made him cum right there and then, and so, he took your hips into his hands, pressing you down hard as he bucked his hips up.

your sensitive bud was in pain. but i was a good type of pain. the overstimulation made you scream at any type of contact. “you’re doing so- mmgh! so amazing baby”. a last groan was heard as he bucked his hips up again, making you claw your nails on his hair, pulling it as a reaction to a second orgasm just as he reached his.

“maybe saturdays should be like this from now on”.

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hellooo, it’s me again <3 i know im still behind so bare with me. in the mean time, enjoy day 2 of kinktober with enhypen! feel free to leave any ideas in my ask, anonymously or not, anything is accepted (again, minors dni). lmk what you think of this! i need motivation </3

[heartfullofleeches]

Dea [Worshipper God] comforting an upset Darling before Bed

Word Count: 1.2k. Commission 2/2. 

Warnings: None besides some mild hurt/comfort. Pure fluff 

No Pronouns for Reader. He/she/they used for Dea

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“Penny for your thoughts, my grace?”

The slackness of your shoulders. Vacancy in your gaze. The incurious disposition to their cheerful greeting. All signs your vigilant adorer searches for upon being blessed with your return. As your most faithful and presumably sole devotee, Dea is forbearing to your woes - granting you time to settle in and breathe before airing their concerns.

A short walk to the couch with your hand in theirs, not another word spoken as the deity cautiously directs their touch to your shoulders - ushering you to the sanctity of the cushions. They proceed by relieving you of some of your burdens - peeling the damp coat from your arms and draping it over their right. As if this day couldn't get any worse for you, the beginnings of a storm had caught up to you right before you made it through the door. Dea knew they should have been more persistent when encouraging you to carry an umbrella with you, but the selfish part of them knew it'd serve to hasten your journey home. 

Thankfully, aside from your jacket and hair, the rest of you was almost entirely dry. The deity excuses themselves to carry your coat elsewhere - returning seconds later with a towel in hand. Warmth radiates from the cloth as it's delicately placed atop your wet scalp. Only when her ears catch that awaited sigh of relief passing through your tight lips does their question reach you. 

“Sure…”

It's pained - debilitated. There's that familiar, heart-rending sting swelling behind their eyes at the utter defeat in your voice. How he longed for the tears obscuring their vision to be sobs of joy… No- they mustn't cry when you are the one in turmoil. Dea waves a hand over their eyes, conjuring a small coin from their robes with the scant turn of their wrist. Taking your palm in theirs once more, the deity firmly places it in its center - closing your fingers around the offering with a tender kiss to the backs of your knuckles. 

Upon first glance, it's simple to tell it's no ordinary penny. For one, it was significantly larger than one of typical size. Gold plated as an alternative to the common copper tinge. As your nails scrap over its surface, a thin line splinters the golden finish. You pick at the film with your nails until you're left with a white, faceless coin. You hold it closer to your face, sniffing curiously. No scent. 

Hesitantly, you wedge the small disk between your teeth - biting down. 

The coin breaks away as smoothly as butter whilst remaining firm on your tongue. As you chew, it makes a moment for any flavor to register. What you presumed to be white chocolate turned out to be… something else entirely. It doesn't quite taste like it anyway. This taste.. It reminds you of something. The first bite of a sweet you haven't had in some time. Did you eat so much of it that you grew bored of it? Was it not being sold anymore? Was it still in stores - and just didn't taste the same anymore?

Swallowing, you sigh. Where do you begin? Do you tell them about the falling out with your friends? Your troubles at work? How everytime it feels like you're taking a step forward in life, you're knocked three back? Your mind is racing, yet the rest of you feels so drained. It's all too much. At least for one night. 

“I'm just… tired, Dea. That's all.” 

Dea’s lips remained sealed - expression one of contemplation. It softens, fingers tucking a now dry strand of hair behind your ear as they hushedly mutter. “Thank you for being honest.”

The deity slides a hand beneath your knees, the other positioned to your neck as they lift you up from the couch, heading towards your bedroom. “I would appreciate hearing the minor details in the morning, but for now I believe some well deserved rest is what you are in need of most. Come morning, I shall have a bath for you prepared soon as you wake. How does that sound?” 

Had they possessed a human heart - it may have combusted upon the weight of your head falling to their shoulder. “That sounds… actually kinda nice…..” 

Dea pushes the door open with their foot, adjusting you in their arms as they enter your bedroom, trailing leisurely towards the bed. The blankets had already been peeled back, awaiting your fated return just as she had. The god places you upright on the mattress, kneeling as they lift your foot into their lap. Dea unties the laces of your shoe, gently grasping your ankle as they remove the footwear, setting it on the floor beside your bed. They repeat the process with your other shoe, carrying both of them to your closet to be safely stored away. 

Joining your side yet again, Dea helps you into bed - arranging your legs comfortably beneath the sheets before rolling them up to your chin with a corner left untucked for them to easily slide into once finished with their mission. 

“I am so proud of you, My Grace.”

Your voice is muffled by the layers of blankets swathed over you. “For what?” 

‘Just for being you. It's not easy - being human, facing so many hardships throughout such a short time on this earth. I wish I could take it all away. Keep you from those who may harm you. As much as it pains me, I am aware being with others of your kind is a necessary part of life… It's what allows me to grang you the freedom to run off into this cruel reality with me everyday….”

Dea pauses.

“N-not that you need my permission! It just kills me to see you hurting… I've probably talked your ear off enough for one night- Goodnight, My Grace.”

“Dea?”

Your voice is even harder to make out than before. 

“Yes?”

“....Thank you….”

The stinging behind their eye makes it return, but isn't as melancholic as before. “It is my pleasure, Y/n. As always.”

The deity shuts off the lamp beside your bed, snuggling up next to you with a protective arm projected over you as exhaustion takes hold - your eyes drifting close to the soothing whispers of your eternal admirer. 

“Sweet dreams, My Grace. Know as you fall asleep that I will always protect you. As your faithful disciple, and the one who cherishes you ever so dearly in my heart.”

[millionsvash]

do you ever think about cockwarming for knives while he plays piano? and after a while, he stops playing and just grabs your hair and starts fucking your mouth, making you a drooling and crying mess until he cums down your throat and then just goes back to playing like nothing happened? cause i think about it a lot. i am also very normal about knives (has a literal meme made in my gcs about my Knives Rant that i send people) - knives anon

Oh sweet anon. I think much nastier thoughts about Knives than just this. Things some people would find concerning. Doesn't stop me from writing this though. Make sure to check at the end of the fic as I propose an idea that me and my discord server discussed. 👀 If enough people like the idea, I'll write it as a part 2 to this.

Characters: Millions Knives & Reader Pairing: Millions Knives x GN!Reader CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon(?), Face fucking, degradation, cock warming, hair pulling, grinding, swallowing. Sex of reader is left ambiguous. Taglist (ask to be added/removed): @chubbyghostt, @l4nk4d43, @fruitsoxs, @vashfantasy, @sortatiredartist, @tetraharmonic, @duerme07 Reblogs > Likes 💕

PLANT//CEST SHIPPERS DNI WITH THIS POST AND MY BLOG

Chords hung in the air, filling the empty space of the round room. Skilled hands pressed keys with delicate touches, letting each note ring out with a pleasant buzz. The last note faded out, leaving silence once again.

"Did you enjoy that piece, darling?" He asks you: Cold eyes slowly glance down to meet your gaze. He is expressionless and appears bored.

You glance into those piercing eyes, swallowing back the mixture of fear and arousal his gaze brings.

You aren't sure how long you've been sitting there on the floor. It'd been long enough that your knees were hurting, but you knew better than to move. All you could do was continue to shift your weight to provide relief.

He grasps your chin with two firm fingers, the left corner of his lip tugging up gently into a satisfied smirk. "You look divine, dear. You were made for this."

All you could do was make a sound of acknowledgement. Knives' cock had been resting in your mouth for a while. It was usual for him to demand that you warm his cock while he indulged in his music. He wouldn't let you move your head. You were supposed to sit still and listen. Perhaps, if you were good, he would reward you.

Lately, he hadn't. You'd warm his cock, and he would walk away when he was done. You would whine only to be quickly reminded of your place. Sure, Knives liked you, but at the end of the day, you were an obstacle to his eventual goal.

It is for that reason that he was going to get the most value out of you, and your body had its worth.

He gave your cheek a very light smack to get your attention. "Don't start daydreaming now; I have more music to play."

It took all your willpower not to whine as he began his next song. You remained quiet, clutching your pants gently.

Knives softly chuckled in amusement, proud of your ability to stay quiet. Perhaps a reward was in order. With his right foot tapping the pedals, his left foot moved between your legs and pressed against your sex.

"You may grind." He said it firmly, making a demand rather than an offer.

Desperation for affection and friction compelled you to grind your aching sex against him, moaning around his cock as each drag of your hips provided you with the stimulation you'd been looking for.

You could see Knives' mouth twist a bit every time you moaned. The sound sent vibrations down his cock that he quite enjoyed. It surprised you how the act caused him to miss a note. He was a perfectionist after all; a wrong note was unacceptable in his eyes.

"Damn whore..." He muttered, removing his hands from the keys in frustration. "You made me miss a note. Could you not contain your moans? Are you truly that needy?"

Two strong hands grip your head and shove you forward without remorse. You gag loudly as Knives forces his cock into the back of your throat.

"I'll make use of that needy mouth then."

He pulled your head back, only to slam forward again. He stood from his seat, pulling you up with him as he held your head in place. He was merciless. His hips thrust at an unrelenting pace as his cock used your mouth like a toy.

"That's it. You're much prettier when you're being useful to me." A cocky smirk comes across his face as he speaks. You aren't allowed a moment to think as his cock ravages your mouth.

Drool and spit pool out of your mouth, dripping to the floor beneath you in a small puddle.

"Drooling over my dick? You're so fucking pathetic."

You whine of need and annoyance. It would be so much better if he was slamming into your hole like this. You gag and cough each time his cock goes down your throat. He seems to get enjoyment out of it.

He changes his position, choosing to grab a fistful of your hair and yank it hard as he fucks your face even harder.

"You're going to swallow every single drop of cum I give you. If you let even a drop escape your lips, you can forget about being allowed to cum for the next month."

He speeds up, making you moan and gag before he finally gives one last harsh yank, burying his cock down your throat as he groans in desire. His cock twitches as his warm seed drips down your throat. You frantically work to swallow it all, using your hands to keep it in your mouth.

Once he gets the last drop out, he releases your head. His eyes scan carefully as saliva floods out of your mouth. "Hmph, good enough." He is pleased to see you swallowed it all.

"Get up. I'm hardly finished with you yet. We aren't leaving this room until you're bred like the whore that you are."

Hope this was to your liking! As for the idea....

Yes? No? Anyone interested??? Let me know. 👀

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 6: Black Rope and Blades (Shibari)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sniper shows off his skills with knot tying, among other things

Tags: Shibari, bondage, knife play, fear play, overstimulation, safe word negotiation, toys, blindfolds, aftercare

Word Count: 2.9k

The Masterlist

This was not how you expected to spend your afternoon, but you certainly weren’t complaining. When Sniper had asked you to help practice a ‘hobby of his’ after work, you didn’t bother to ask what exactly the hobby was, since, well, you were dodging gunfire at the time. Now you were seated on the small couch in Sniper’s camper, watching as he wrapped another loop of rope around your legs, silky smooth and ebony black woven cords stretching across your body. So, this was why he wanted you specifically to help.

While Sniper was certainly displaying a level of skill with those ropes that must have taken weeks to achieve, you had a feeling there was an ulterior motive behind his decision to make you his model. Even so, he seemed thrilled to finally show off his abilities. Your arms were already bound behind your back with rows of rope. Your legs were in a similar state, bent at the knees and tied to themselves to prevent you from straightening them.

The final touch would be on your chest, a harness. You watched Sniper's fingers work through ties and knots, stringing lengths of rope across your body. You drew in a breath whenever his fingers grazed your breasts. When he was finished, you were left with a star pattern crossing its way over your skin, perfectly framing your chest.

“It’s finished,” Sniper said, looking more than satisfied with his work. He picked up a nearby mirror, holding it up to you. “Have a look, doll. What do you think?”

You had thought you would feel a little self conscious, bound in rope without a stitch of clothing on, but you actually found that you felt quite confident. You took your time to admire the look. The rope pressed into your body, squeezing thicker parts in a way that was quite alluring. Nothing felt too tight, though. “Damn,” you whispered. “I look hot.”

“You sure do,” Sniper chuckled. “Now, ready for the next step?”

That sent a shiver of anticipation up your spine. You nodded, an enthusiastic grin spreading over your face. This was the part you were truly looking forward to. Sniper mirrored your expression before reigning himself in.

“Alright, but first, remember your safeword, darling. Say it to me.”

“Wallaby.” You could barely keep the giggle out of your voice. It was fitting that Sniper would choose the name of a cute little marsupial as a safeword.

“Good. Now, let’s get on with it.” Sniper retrieved a blindfold in the same black color as the ropes. The silk fabric was cool and soft as he tied it over your eyes, plunging your world into darkness. “Shake your head. I want to make sure that’s secure.”

You shook your head back and forth, rather ferociously. The blindfold didn’t budge, however you suddenly felt as if you were about to fall. The sudden movement coupled with the lack of sight left you dizzy, swaying a bit despite still being sat on the couch.

“Woah, you don’t have to shake that much!” Sniper said, laughing as you rocked slightly. He placed his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. “Looks like that blindfold will hold just fine.”

You laughed, an adorable sound that almost made Sniper feel guilty about what he was about to do, even though you had explicitly asked for it. He took a deep breath, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. It was time for the fun to truly begin. You felt his breath as he moved to kiss along your jaw, letting his teeth graze the skin every so often, teasing you with the possibility of a bite, but never delivering. Eventually, his lips were right beside your ear.

“Are you my good girl?”

His voice was low, with a rough growl to it that seemed to spark a fire within you, heat pooling between your hips. “I am,” you stammered, suddenly feeling very shy. “I’m your good girl.”

“You’ll do exactly what I say?” Sniper continued, now letting his hands feel their way up your thighs, over the rope and supple flesh. You already trembled at his touch alone.

“Yes,” you said, barely able to keep your voice from shaking.

“Perfect.” You heard Sniper moving around the van briefly, anticipation peaking when he finally returned, letting you stew in the silence for a moment. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding when he finally spoke. “Now, I need you to stay perfectly still.”

As if you had a choice. The ropes bound you securely, and although they weren’t too tight, they certainly didn’t allow for any movement. It soon became clear why you wouldn’t want to make any sudden movements, even if you could. The metallic edge was cold against your skin, making you gasp. It was against your thigh, barely exerting any pressure, yet you immediately recognized it.

“Feel that?” Sniper asked, letting the metal press against the soft flesh of your leg ever so slightly. “That’s my kukri, my knife, up against those lovely thighs of yours.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, your voice trembling as both adrenaline and arousal rushed through you. The combination was almost intoxicating.

The pressure of the knife remained steady, just enough to make your heart race without drawing any blood. “I know you trust me not to cut you, doll,” Sniper said. “But I also trust you. I trust you to tell me if this is too much.”

You didn’t have to see his face to know he was being genuine. His tone of voice said it all. Despite the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you felt safe with him. “Green,” you whispered, just loud enough for Sniper to hear. The stoplight system was always your go-to method when he wanted to check in on you, and it worked like a charm.

Sniper didn’t respond, but you did feel the kukri beginning to trail up and down your thighs, tracing mindless designs on one leg before moving to the other. The knife’s edge made you shiver, as it seemed to always be so cold. The moment you thought you had adjusted to the feeling, the blade moved upward, delicately tracing its way over your soft stomach.

You noticed a quick, repetitive noise, only to realize that it was your own breath. You were panting, lips parted slightly. Beneath the blindfold, everything felt so intense. The blade seemed sharper, and the texture of the ropes that looped around your body only emphasized your helpless state- and you were loving every minute of it. As contradictory as it was, you could almost say feeling so powerless was liberating.

The blade traveled upward, further and further still. Your chest rose and fell beneath its sharp edge. When it grazed your collar, your breathing suddenly picked up, a renewed rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. You tried to stay calm, but your brain screamed danger, primal instincts being alerted despite your conscious self knowing that it was all play. It was all you could do to keep from shaking.

“Deep breaths, darling.” Sniper recognized the first signs of panic. The blade withdrew immediately and you felt his hand on your face, calloused and familiar. His thumb stroked your cheek until your breathing evened out and you were able to remember that this was all a fantasy.

You took a deep breath after several minutes, having grounded yourself. “I’m alright,” you said. If it weren’t for the blindfold you would be looking Sniper in the eye. “Let’s keep going. Green.”

Sniper nodded, despite knowing you couldn’t see him. “I’ll pick up where we left off,” he said. The kukri returned to your collar, and this time you held your composure. Your breath still shook, but now it was

from arousal instead of fear. The blade continued to trail down your arms and then back up again, remaining there until the grand finale, the climax.

“I’m alright,” you whispered, breathing deep. “Keep going, please.”

The blade trailed back up your arms, along your collar again, until it was against your throat. You felt Sniper tilt your chin up, exposing more of your neck, sliding the edge of the blade along it slowly, letting you stew in the adrenaline. “That’s it, keep your head up,” he whispered. “So delicate and vulnerable. You love being helpless to me, don’t you?”

“I do.” Your voice shook, and you no longer tried to hide it. It was no use to even try.

“You’ve done so well.” There was a soft metallic sound. Your neck was still craned upwards, and it was only when Sniper tilted your chin back down that you realized the sound was the kukri being set aside. No longer was there a blade pressed to your neck. You breathed a sigh, still trembling as the adrenaline began to wear off. “I have a treat for you. Just give me a moment.”

You nodded, vaguely in the direction of Sniper’s voice, hoping you were facing the right direction. You heard some shuffling from a corner of the camper, as if he was searching for something, before a soft buzz overtook any other sound in the room. It didn’t take a lot of deduction to realize what exactly Sniper had retrieved, and a giddy smile spread across your face. Still, you startled a bit when you felt Sniper’s hand on your thigh, so focused on the sound of the vibrator that you didn’t notice his footsteps approaching

“Easy now, love. You’re alright,” Sniper said, rubbing your thigh and gently tracing the lines of rope as he did so. “Would you like me to take the blindfold off?”

“No, I’m okay.” You had grown to enjoy the blindfold. Plus, if a lack of sight could emphasize the fear that came with an adrenaline rush, you were excited to see what it would do for more pleasurable sensations.

“Alright. We can still stop whenever you want,” he reassured you again. “Now, I’m going make you feel good. You’ll feel this against those gorgeous breasts of yours first.”

You nodded, hearing the vibrator as it came closer. You let out a shaky exhale when you felt it against your chest, more specifically, on your nipples. You bit your lip, but were unable to stifle a soft moan.

“Oh, you’re real sensitive there, huh?” Sniper teased you, pressing the vibrator against you more firmly. “You jumped when I touched your chest with my blade too. I can hear you whimpering already. Let’s give the other one some attention.”

He continued to tease your nipples, watching them pebble beneath the stimulation. Sometimes Sniper would press the vibrator against one and pinch the other with his free hand, making you squeal and moan. As much as you enjoyed this, you were starting to get impatient as heat flared between your thighs, a need that was desperate to be sated.

Eventually, it seemed you got your wish, as the vibrator was easing down the center of your chest, over your sternum. Even further down it went, over your stomach and torso until it finally reached just above your clit. It hadn’t left your skin once in the journey from your chest to between your legs. “You’re still shivering, doll. But it’s not because of fear anymore, is it?” Sniper asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice. He wanted to make sure you were enjoying this.

You shook your head with a short laugh. “No, it’s definitely not fear.”

That made Sniper grin. “It’s anticipation, isn’t it? Just rushing through your veins, making you all shaky, waiting for me to do this.”

Sniper pressed the vibrator to your cunt suddenly, making you cry out and buck uselessly. Your muscles tightened and you pulled against the ropes that bound you all over.

“Bloody hell! You know this is the lowest setting, right?” Sniper said, chuckling as he watched your reaction.

“Mundy, you’re teasing!” you whined, aware of how pathetic you sounded, but not caring in the slightest.

“That’s part of the fun, doll.”

You tried to squirm. Under the restraint of handcuffs, you could move and buck your hips, at least a little. This was different. Your hips could only move a few centimeters without risk of falling off the damn couch, and your limbs were only able to uselessly strain against their intricate bindings. You were completely at the mercy of Sniper.

The vibrator began to circle your clit. You were already getting close, and if he kept this up, you would be right on the edge in no time. “I’m gonna-” You could barely finish your sentence, cutting yourself off with a high pitched moan when Sniper pressed the vibrator directly on your clit.

“Are you going to come, darling?” Sniper asked. You didn’t even need to see his face to know that he was smirking. You could hear it in his voice.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck!”

“Go on, come nice and hard for me.” You felt his breath on your ear as he whispered, too focused on the vibrations to realize how close he had gotten. You weren’t sure if it was his words or the relentless stimulation from the vibrator that pushed you over the edge.

You let the feeling consume you, moans spilling freely from your lips. Without the privilege of sight, you felt as if you could only focus on the intensity of your pleasure, even the aftershocks sending shivers up your spine and making you arch. You were left feeling limp, tired, wanting nothing more than to relax- except you weren’t given the chance to relax. The vibrator continued to press against you, and with a jolt, you felt Sniper turn the settings up a notch.

“Fuck!” you cried, letting out a brief slew of curses before you could manage to say anything coherent. “Mundy, fuck! It’s too much!”

“You can give me one more, doll.” His voice was soft and sure, whispering encouragement. You could barely focus on his words. Through the shaking and shivering, you couldn’t even tell the moment when the overstimulation gave way to pleasure. You were already so sensitive, and your orgasm came much faster than before. It wasn’t as intense, but you were still left trembling and begging for some respite.

Your head fell back to rest against the top of the couch when the vibrator was finally pulled away and turned off. The absence of that ever-present buzzing left the camper feeling oddly quiet. You couldn’t speak, far too overwhelmed to even try. It felt good though, so very good. It was almost like a high.

Sniper could tell that you were in no condition to talk. Still, he walked you through his every action, making sure you weren’t startled by anything. “I’m going to take the blindfold off now,” he said, slipping his fingers through the knot in the silky fabric.

When it came loose, he could feel that it was damp with tears. You hadn’t even realized you had been crying. Sniper glanced between the blindfold and you, watching as you blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the light once again. When you met his gaze, you gave a soft smile, just enough to reassure him that your tears were not born of distress, but rather simply an emotional release to accompany the physical one.

“I'm going to untie you,” he said, reaching forward to free you from his ropes. Black cords were unwound with care, freeing your arms and first before getting to work on your legs. You still shivered slightly when he touched you, his fingers brushing against your skin. “Sorry, I know you’re still sensitive. You did so good, doll, so good.”

“I never knew how skilled you were with that knife.” It was the first sentence you said since your climax, and Sniper immediately perked up at the sound of your voice. “You applied just enough pressure to seem threatening while avoiding cutting me. I mean, I don’t even have a scratch!”

Sniper chuckled, eventually devolving into full blown laughter. “Oh, doll, I was using the dull side of the blade! I wouldn't dream of risking any real injuries.”

Your eyes widened at that. “But I thought- I could have sworn…” you stammered, quite surprised by this revelation. It had all felt so real. It seemed the mind was a powerful thing when you took away some of the senses, especially one's sight.

“The ropes are untied. Now, let me look you over.” Sniper examined you, looking over the red lines that marked your skin, particularly in places where you had strained against the ropes. “Everything looks good. These rope marks will fade. Stretch your arms and legs, you might be a bit stiff.”

You stretched out on the couch, flexing your muscles and working out any sore spots. Your eyes were drawn to the rope marks on your legs. “It’s a shame these will fade. I kinda like having a reminder.” You shot Sniper a playful smirk. “Maybe next time we should take pictures.”

“Let’s not get too excited.” He said it as if to brush you off, but you could tell by the look in his eyes and the faint blush on his face that he was considering it. “There are some other ties I want to practice, though.”

Your smirk widened. “So what I’m hearing is, there’s going to be a ‘next time.’”

“Oh, you should see the look on your face! You are too cute, doll,” Sniper said, moving to join you on the couch. You squealed as he began to pepper you with kisses. Yeah, we’re definitely gonna do this again, but for now, let’s get some rest.”

[kaidalark]

Loki Smut x (fem)Reader

Summary: You and Loki prove you belong to each other to a pushy human female who won't take a hint.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Semi-public sex, Exhibitionism.

Word count: 1360

I watch amused as the busty blonde across the room attempts once again to seduce Loki. Currently running a finger down his chest throwing her head back as she giggles. This entire trip she has not left Loki alone, flirting at every chance even when I am stood right next to him. But he is mine and I am his, there is no jealousy. Well perhaps a little but I know he is as loyal as I am if not more. Loki's magic reaches out for mine wrapping around it gently 

My love, please come back quickly. 

I'm coming.

I can feel his smirk I prefer when you say that in a different scenario. 

Loki!  

He turns shooting me a wink If I could my love I would fuck you right here, right now and prove to this Midguardian that I am well and truly taken. 

I clench my thighs at the thought while sauntering my way to his side his arm finding its place around my waist "There you are my love. Are you ready to retire for the evening?" I smile up at him "Yes, thank you I feel rather tired." the blonde laughs fluttering her eyelashes "I'm not tired, stay with me for a drink?" Loki clenches his jaw managing a polite smile "No, I would rather accomany my fiancee to our room." 

She sighs "I would be much more fun. You are welcome to join me in my room, I could show you how a woman should satisfy a man." I bite back my smirk playing back memories of mine and Lokis many dalliances. Her mortal energy would never match ours.

Perhaps we could give her a visual of how I keep you satisfied? 

What did you have in mind my love

She doesn't seem to believe what we tell her perhaps we should show her. Allow her to accidently stumble apon us. Perhaps we could take a stroll on the beach, I am feeling rather warm.

Loki smirks his grip on my waist tightening "On second thoughts, I feel like a walk. Excuse us." I shoot the blonde a smile while Loki leads us outside and out the hotel grounds to the private beach, a secluded area with large rocks rising out of the sand. The woman follows slightly behind her thoughts loud as day, she plans on getting Loki alone relying on my tiredness causing me to retire back to the hotel. Well she is going to get a lot more than she bargained for. 

I stop walking and shove Loki against the nearest boulder crashing my lips into his palming him through his trousers. Growling against his lips "Your mine." he grins tugging at my clothes "And you my love are all mine." I take a step back and drop to my knees tugging his cock free stroking it gently a few times before wrapping my lips around the tip swiping the underside with my tounge. I'm going to show that stupid woman just how well I can please my husband to be. 

Digging my fingers into his thighs Loki groans low one hand bunched in my hair hips bucking slightly as I continue my movements. I reach out with my magic nails scratching at his toned abdomen Don't be quite my love. He groans louder this time fisting my hair "Fuck darling, treat me so well." 

I deep throat him bringing one hand up to stroke what doesn't fit in my mouth while he makes a deep gutteral noise. "Fuck love, I'm not going to last long." I smirk focusing my attention on his tip stroking him gently until he cums hips stuttering as moans spill from his lips. I don't let up my movements continuing to suck and stroke while his hands grip my hair tightly "Fuck sweetheart. So good too me." 

Once I'm certain he's finished I pull away licking my lips clean before standing smirking broadly while Loki stands chest heaving "Not sure she got the point darling. Come here." He flips us around so my back is pressed against the rock bringing my legs up to rest on his hips one hand dipping down between my thighs "So wet for me baby."

Groaning he lines himself up capturing my lips with his as he bottoms out hands gripping my hips tight enough to bruise"Fuck darlin' so good for me." We both moan and I tangle my fingers in his hair moaning into his mouth "Fuck Loki." he smirks hands snaking around to my ass groping and massaging. Gasping I open my eyes raking my fingers down Lokis back smirking when I lock eyes with the blonde bitch poorly hidden in the trees.

I stare right at her before peppering kisses down Lokis neck biting down on his pulse point sucking a dark mark onto his skin. Smiling triumpently I pull away locking eyes once more with the blonde while Loki smirks stealing my gaze "Is she watching?" I nod moaning loudly as he quickens his pace one hand coming up to settle around my neck squeezing gently "Show her how I make you cum then darling." I groan throwing my head back as he uses his magic hold my legs in place while his spare hand moves down my clit rubbing harsh circles onto the sensitive nerves making me wimper "I'm close... Loki I'm gonna." he grins lips pressing against mine "Cum for me."

I scream as I cum raking my fingers down his back as I cum thighs shaking from the power of it. Loki continues to thrust harshly not moving his fingers from my clit "Cum for me again love, you can do it." Moaning loudly I let my second orgasm come crashing down, writhing under his grip as pleasure takes over. Lokis hips stutter as I squeeze him tightly moaning into his ear "Cum for me my prince. Fill me up with your seed." he groans deeply hips stuttering to a halt as ropes of cum paint my insides some leaking out around his cock.

Locking eyes with him I reach down and run my fingers around his base collecting a mix of our cum before bringing it to my lips licking then clean. I hum reaching down for more "Want to keep it all inside me. Go to sleep full of your cum." he chuckles and slowly pulls out replacing his cock with an emerald green plug making me moan happily.  I drop my feet to the floor before sliding down too my knees taking his cock in my hand starting to lick it clean kitten licking the tip as small beads of cum spurt out. "F-fuck sweet heart so good to me."

I take him fully into my mouth making sure I get every bit of cum before placing a kiss to his tip and standing once more where he crashes his lips into mine "I think she got the hint." I smirk and glance over at the womans hiding place she is still crouched there ashen faced as though in a state of shock. Smirking I pull my dress into place before bending over to check my shoes giving her a nice view of my cum stained thighs and green toy buried between my folds.

Loki chuckles fixing his trousers "Back to our room for round two my darling?" I smirk tangling my fingers with his "Lead the way my love." We walk hand in hand straight pass the blonde whom Loki offers a sickly sweet smile "Sorry didn't see you there, can't stop I'm in the mood for something sweet." he squeezes my ass by no means hiding the action or the sultry tone of his voice. She stands straightening the front of her skirt heat filling her cheeks "You umm. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves." Loki chuckles darkly "Oh we never minded having an audience. My fiancee in fact loves claiming me as hers and I her in return."

The woman flushes and splutters before turning on her heel and stomping away. Loki smirks licking his lips "Now darling I'm hungry for something that isn't on the menu."

[silverdune]

dental floss | one. silk thread

"now your eyes are just like mine!"

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character(s): park seonghwa, kim hongjoong (ft. jeong yunho, jung wooyoung)

tags: vampires, non-romance, blood (injury, drinking), graphic descriptions of metamorphoses, detailed descriptions of teeth, violence, gore, explicit language, emotional hurt/comfort, anxiety, brief moments of hostility, flashback (past tense), lots of emotions, gratuitous use of fledgling, onions and potatoes get too much of a spotlight (yes), wy has an impacted canine - if i missed anything, please lmk!

word count: 7.8k

summary: seonghwa looks back on the moment his life changed forever, as well as the man who came to the rescue and the odd new invention in his pocket.

a/n: ahhhh i am genuinely so hyped to finally write the vampire fic i have always wanted to write; thank you to peony and anne (@bikerjongho) for all your hype and support, as well as my friend @scarletdemoness22 for all that you do; i love you all 🫶 now.. here we go!

Seonghwa remembers the first time he got new teeth.

All the history books he'd ever read on vampires told him that it was the most painful part of the process- somehow. Surely, Seonghwa thought, between the back-breaking work of having your entire life shift in thirty seconds and the time it would take to adjust to the immortality, two little teeth protruding through wouldn't be so bad..

Oh, how wrong he was.

There he sat, cradling his jaw like he’d never had teeth in his life. It was the penultimate step in the process before the inevitable blood thirst kicked in: the veins shift through the body, the heart restricts and stops its beat, the eyes turn a brilliant shade of gold and the internal temperature drops to subzero. Then, a pair of honed canines push their way through the regular ones.

Seonghwa wasn't prepared for how utterly excruciating it was going to be.

This was back in the autumn of 1882 when he was turned for the first time. He had suffered an attack from a group of well-known vampires who’d been around for centuries, and left for dead in an alleyway down the backstreets of Seoul.

Enter Kim Hongjoong.

×-×

“You ought to thank me, you know.”

Seonghwa couldn't speak, think or move for anyone, let alone himself. He was scrambling to form a coherent thought so the idea that this man- whoever he was- was expecting a thank you out of him was absurd.

In the seconds it took him to get in the most bearable position, he tried to get a sense of where he was exactly. Everything had happened so fast that he couldn't get a glimpse of even a centimetre in front of his face, and the only sensations were pain, pain and pain.

It was gravelly beneath his palm, and his back was against something quite rough. Distant noises of chatter and music were becoming much clearer and louder and smells were hitting like an intoxicating wave.

All Seonghwa could manage to figure out was that he must be on the ground. The area to his right was dark, and there was light beaming to his far left. He was incomprehensibly dizzy, and could just about see the figure standing over him; the man who’d spoken earlier.

Without much preparation, the man came right up close and Seonghwa could taste his scent in the back of his nose. It made him grimace, and in knee jerk fashion, whack the man a good one so he fell back on his ass.

Upon hitting the ground, the man let out a yelp. “Jesus- what was that for?”

Seonghwa struggled to talk through the immense pain all over his body. He puffed the words out between each breath he could muster, “K-Kindly.. st-stay.. out of my.. face!”

A brief pause was followed by a scoff as the man got to his feet. “Not too grateful, eh? Well.. I suppose I can't give you too much hassle. You are in the middle of a very aggravating process.”

That word caught Seonghwa's attention. “..Process?”

“Yeah!” replied the man, plainly. “Right about now.. you should be hitting ‘intermissione cordis’..”

“What does- eurgh!” Seonghwa gripped his chest hard; he swore he could feel each individual ventricle.

“Ah, there it is..” said the man wistfully. “Stopping of the heart.”

Every noise fathomable punched its way out of Seonghwa as he braced his hands on the ground and got on his knees. “Oh my-” He cried out, but no tears formed in his eyes.

Beside him, the man crouched down and tilted his head to the side. Seonghwa felt his presence but couldn't move his head. He wasn't sure he wanted to look at this person anyway.

“Any second now..” said the man, dragging out each word as the seconds ticked by. Eventually, the aching subsided, and Seonghwa lifted his chin as his eyes shot open. A beat passed, and Seonghwa found himself falling back to a seated position, back resting against the brick wall.

Before him, the man sat cross-legged with a smile. Seonghwa wondered why he carried such an expression, and was about to ask when the man spoke again.

“Now your eyes are just like mine!” Reflexively, Seonghwa lifted a hand to the underside of his eye, about to poke at it when the man stopped him. “I wouldn't.. do that, if I were you.” Seonghwa slowly dropped his hand. “They're still very sensitive.”

The man watched as Seonghwa placed a hand back on his chest, trying to feel for a beat. He saw his eyebrows twist and contort as he almost dug his fingers into his skin, desperate for something that would never be there again.

A bewildered Seonghwa let his hand fall to the side. He gazed up at the man in front of him. “What.. has happened to me?”

Finally, the man exhaled, dropping all pretence. “You have been turned into a vampire.”

The world came to a screeching halt.

“I beg your pardon?”

“A vampire, sir,” the man reiterated.

“I know what you said, could you please elaborate, perhaps?” Seonghwa demanded, and the gentleman put up his hands in defence. It was only then that Seonghwa really took any notice of his appearance.

Curly, brown hair, sharp features and a pair of golden eyes.

Now your eyes are just like mine!

“Wait.. you said my eyes are just like yours..” He began to rack his brains for an explanation. “Are you- a vampire.. yourself?”

The man smirked as he put his arms down. “Kim Hongjoong. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Well, Seonghwa thought, that answered his question.

“I.. I don't understand..” Seonghwa winced, the side of his head having begun to pound. He pressed a palm into his temple and groaned. “H-How..” His eyes found the man’s- Hongjoong's- unwavering expression and all of a sudden he went completely numb. “Did you-”

Hongjoong was quick on the pulse. “No! No!” The smirk immediately dropped from his face and he let out a sigh. “It was not me.. The group of vampires who attacked you were responsible.”

“Group of.. vampires..?”

Hongjoong rubbed his face then said, “Okay, let me try this: what's the last thing you remember?”

Seonghwa glanced up at him. The air around them was incredibly cold, but he couldn't feel anything from his own person. The question had caught him off guard, but once it clicked, he hummed and averted his gaze to see if he could mentally retrace his steps.

He had gone out mid-afternoon to purchase some groceries. The local market is a mere ten-minute walk from where he lives, if he uses the shortcut down the side streets. Seonghwa didn’t want to be out too long, as the sun had begun to set much earlier, so he had taken said shortcut and wound up at the exact stall where he needed to go.

Hongjoong looked around as Seonghwa explained, and found a small, ripped paper bag a couple metres to the right. From where he was, he could see two onions and three potatoes.

“So.. I’m guessing this is the alleyway you take to get back home?” asked Hongjoong. Seonghwa nodded his head.

“I must have only been twenty seconds down the path when I was grappled and pulled to the ground. It was.. swift. I will give them that.”

A sympathetic half-grin appeared on Hongjoong's lips as he moved to sit beside Seonghwa. “What were the onions and potatoes for?”

Seonghwa stilled for a moment. “Stew.”

“Thought so. That market has good food. Good prices too.”

Seonghwa let out a passive noise, not really sure he was fully present for these pleasantries, though he did have one thing on his mind. “So.. where did you eventually spring from?”

Hongjoong snorted, “You make me sound like a jack-in-the-box.”

“Well, forgive me, sir-” Seonghwa shifted a little, trying to ease as much tension as he possibly could. Most of the aching was concentrated in his lower back and legs, and each inch of movement proved to be much harder than the last. “It is- gah- not.. mmph-”

Hongjoong noticed how challenging it was for Seonghwa to adjust, and he stretched his hands out, just in case he needed something to fall back on. Seonghwa didn't exactly reject this notion, but he didn't seem overly accepting of it either.

“Careful, fledgling..” Hongjoong got on his knees, almost resting one hand on Seonghwa's shoulder. “This is all still very new to you. Don't do anything that will cause more damage.”

“Ha-” Seonghwa exhaled. “As if I could.”

There was a bite to that statement. Hongjoong laughed to himself.

Once Seonghwa got into a position that seemed the most comfortable - a miracle in the current circumstances - he rested his head against the brick wall and let out a deep sigh. “So.. as I was saying..”

“Where did I spring from?” Hongjoong repeated, an almost charming half-grin on his lips. Seonghwa saw it in his peripheral vision and a chortle left his throat.

“That. I was going to add that it was not like you had made a gentle introduction.”

“Well..” Hongjoong sat back beside him. “I couldn't exactly stroll on down with a smile and a wave and say, ‘hello, I’m Hongjoong!’” A laugh wheezed out of Seonghwa's chest. Hongjoong looked over and knit his brows briefly. Then, he faced forward again and dropped his shoulders.

The question of where he had sprung from was not one he was sure he wanted to answer, as much as he knew that Seonghwa should be told. For a moment he wondered whether he could try and skirt around the truth, tell it halfway.

Seonghwa tilted his head to the right with a curious expression. “So.. where did you appear from? How did you know that I was being attacked? Do you know the people who attacked me?”

Seonghwa was persistent, much to Hongjoong's chagrin.

Hongjoong gazed over at him. Sweat had built up all over Seonghwa's face, and his veins were protruding through his skin. His lips had become cracked, and his eyes were shimmering beneath the light. Hongjoong worried over why the next part of the process hadn’t begun yet, but figured it was due to the effects of the attack; all the pressure had surmounted anything he could bearably withstand at the moment, so the stamina had to be rebuilt from the ground up for the transformation to continue.

“Let me put it this way.. I have a history with the people who got you.”

That piqued Seonghwa's intrigue enough that it shone through the cloudiness of his temperament. He could see the growing discomfort on Hongjoong's face and instantly recognised that need to be reticent.

“I suppose you are not at all willing to tell me the full story.”

A deep inhale led to a long exhale; Hongjoong was in for a long journey with this one. “You would be right.”

For some reason, Seonghwa felt the corner of his lips tilting up. “Park Seonghwa. I am forever in your debt.”

The second the name registered, it hit Hongjoong that he hadn't even asked.

“Oh my God-” He covered his face in embarrassment and another laugh punched out of Seonghwa. “You know, through all of this I’m surprised I didn't think to ask your name.”

“You are forgiven. Too busy informing me of our identical eye colour to inquire that information,” Seonghwa poked, a smirk now sitting firm on his face.

Hongjoong glanced over once again. This fledgling was full of surprises.

He truly was in for a long journey.

“Well, Mr. Park Seonghwa, you have yet to go through the most excruciating part of the process, and I must warn you: it’s going to be rough.” Hongjoong shifted to his knees in front of Seonghwa, then pulled something out of his left jacket pocket. Seonghwa knitted his brows together as he watched Hongjoong unravel what looked to be silk thread. “I’m not sure if you’re aware but, there’s a new invention that is said to help with cleaning one’s teeth. I read about it in a newspaper some weeks ago - apparently it only became widely available this year!”

Seonghwa’s mind was still foggy from everything he had been through with this metamorphosis but he was alert enough to recognise what Hongjoong was referring to, both in terms of the next stage and this new invention held before him. He too recalled hearing some whispers about it, but he didn’t know more than the basics. Now that Hongjoong had briefly explained it, it started to make sense.

“I am aware, yes.. I was uncertain of what it was for, I had only heard some murmurs here and there.”

Hongjoong nodded in understanding as he wound a part of the thread around his forefinger. “It’s quite the happenstance you’ve become a vampire at the same time this newfound tool would come of use. I’ve been testing it myself and honestly? Works a charm.”

Seonghwa stared at Hongjoong and lifted a brow.. then the other part of his earlier comment came back to him; his eyes widened and his face stilled.

“Oh, wait.. My teeth..” Seonghwa poked at his jaw. “That is odd, why has it not happened yet?”

Hongjoong glanced up. “My theory is that your body has had so much taken out of it with the first part of the process that it needs time to settle down before it can cope with the next part. Each step requires so much energy and stamina, it’s no wonder it’s behind.”

Seonghwa hummed. He was not sure that he was prepared for this. His anxiety had begun to grow when he thought about what all the vampire handbooks had said on this part of the procedure. Seonghwa had always been in denial about those claims, for he couldn’t possibly believe that between all the more life-altering changes, a pair of sharp teeth pushing through would be that painful.

Now a vampire was sitting before him - someone who had been through this himself - who had just told him that it would be excruciating and that it was going to be rough.

That same vampire was preparing a piece of silk thread, invented for use on teeth. Seonghwa was now more curious than anything.

“What does that piece of silk thread do, exactly?”

“Ah, so,” Hongjoong sat cross-legged and twiddled the material between his thumb and forefinger, “they call this floss, that's what the dentist who came up with it calls it anyway. He explained that you put it between your teeth and pull back and forth, tugging it across the gums so that it cleans out any excess dirt.”

It seemed straightforward enough on paper, and considering Seonghwa’s only memories of being to a dentist involved every possible reason to never return, this felt new, simple and honestly welcomed. Anything that made dental hygiene a relatively painless process to sitting in a chair wishing the blacksmith would keep his scalding hot tools away was always a brilliant idea.

But then his forehead wrinkled with confusion. If this was supposed to clean teeth, then how did Hongjoong plan to use it on him?

“So.. that is all well and good and fine, but..” Hongjoong tilted his head a little. “How does this help with what you have told me is a terrible experience of the highest order?”

Hongjoong chuckled. “I’m so glad you asked!” He held out one end of the thread, telling Seonghwa to take it. “Wrap that around one of your canines, really tight so it won’t go anywhere, pull it across your incisors, then wrap more around the other canine so that it’s really secure.”

Seonghwa followed the instructions, but good lord he had no clue how this was going to solve anything.

It took a bit of trial and error, but eventually he managed to wind the silk thread around his teeth as described.

“And now.. we wait!”

Hongjoong sounded so excited.

Seonghwa really was not looking forward to this.

The thread was so incredibly taut around his teeth that it made it hard to move his jaw. There was an undue amount of pressure around the upper lip and he could feel the strain across the roof of his mouth. Though challenging to speak, Seonghwa managed to choke a few words out, “So-” He spluttered, and Hongjoong grimaced; he could tell Seonghwa to stop trying to talk or else risk the thread coming loose, but he gathered from their previous exchanges that Seonghwa was quite stubborn - perhaps equally as stubborn as himself. “S-something tells me-” Seonghwa’s voice carried a lisp and the ends of the thread were sticking out of his mouth. “-this is supposed to be a support of some kind?”

Hongjoong just about understood him, and his face lit up. “Exactly! Since the new teeth are supposed to push through the regular ones, it acts as a sort of brace to keep the stinging to a minimum.”

Seonghwa nodded mildly, as movement wasn’t exactly easy or recommended. A faint throbbing began to develop in the back of his head, and so he pushed it off the wall behind him to press a hand to it in a feeble attempt to get it to go away. Hongjoong recognised that; it typically started there.

“Just around the corner, I’d hold the other hand under your chin if I were you.”

Seonghwa listened without any argument. He realised he must look odd to anyone who would pass by right now, and a few individuals did in the seconds that followed, who either looked on in bewilderment, or paid zero attention and carried on walking.

Not before long, Seonghwa sensed a dull ache appearing behind his nose, shooting across his cheeks and down towards his neck. He let out a disgruntled noise and screwed his eyes shut. God, he hoped this would be over soon.

Hongjoong drew nearer and willed Seonghwa to look up at him. Eventually, Seonghwa mustered the energy to open his eyes and stare directly at the vampire before him. “It’s nearly here, breathe through it, you’re doing very well..”

Breathing was a struggle and a half and didn’t Seonghwa know it. He could just about keep his eyes open, but all other senses seemed to fly out the proverbial window.

Even still, as the aching centred itself directly above Seonghwa’s upper lip and grounded itself in the very canals of his teeth, he couldn’t fathom how this would be any worse than what he had to deal with in his chest.

And then.. scream.

Excruciating could not begin to cut it.

The teeth were honed in such a way that they drilled through the gums, pushed down through the canines and split the bone in two. It was like the teeth were impacted and had just now emerged, but instead of there already being a gap for the canines to grow through nicely, they were ploughing through an already existing tooth.

“You’re okay, deep breaths, I know..” Hongjoong’s gentle voice came in like a breath of fresh air. He placed both hands firmly on Seonghwa’s shoulders and pressed down. Tears almost inexplicably began to well up in his eyes; he had never personally watched someone go through this experience since he was turned, he only vividly recalls the first time it happened to him. Hongjoong tucked a single hand under Seonghwa’s jaw, allowing him to remove it and clutch onto something else for dear life, that being Hongjoong’s jacket sleeve.

The remaining part of the old canine melted into what became a new set of keen ones. Seonghwa could see blood dripping from his mouth and he closed his eyes. The taste filled every part of his senses and he began to billow out tears. The silk thread was steady and secure around his teeth, and despite his doubts, he could honestly feel the support it was bringing to this injury.

The floss did indeed act as a brace, not just during, but after the fact. The tension somewhat diminished the pressure of essentially having a set of knives grow in his mouth, and plus it was a bandage for all the blood in the aftermath.

Seonghwa could only imagine what this experience would have felt like had the silk thread not been there.

Out of his jacket pocket, Hongjoong pulled a handkerchief. He held it under Seonghwa’s chin and dabbed around his lips and nose, causing red to flood the material. Seonghwa let out a disquieted groan with each press. Hongjoong apologised under his breath.

“Awful, isn’t it?” Hongjoong subtly joked through the pool in his eyes, if only to lighten the atmosphere. Seonghwa couldn’t move his head. The aches were fainter but still very persistent. Hongjoong swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t dare remove the floss just yet in order to give Seonghwa a moment to rest.

Taking out the spare handkerchief he had, Hongjoong tossed the dirty one aside and used the fresh one to collect any stray bits of blood.

That was when Seonghwa gazed up at him. Lidded, golden eyes that were brimming with an ocean. Hongjoong sighed heavily. “You’ve done extraordinarily well. I know that wasn’t easy.”

To Hongjoong’s surprise, Seonghwa gurgled out a question. “Is this.. j-just.. a one.. time.. thing..?”

The query made Hongjoong’s heart lurch. “It.. It gets..” He saw the way Seonghwa’s eyes slowly closed then opened, manually, as though every thought was being put behind the action. “It gets better.. with time..”

Seonghwa processed the answer, then fell back against the wall with a soft thud. It did not placate him the way he hoped it would, but he supposed getting better with time was a cut above it getting any worse.

Hongjoong let a long, drawn out sigh go. “Let's get rid of this floss, shall we?” He leaned forward and placed a finger under Seonghwa’s chin. Seonghwa let his jaw tip open for Hongjoong to extract the thread, who was trying his best to be attentive to the aching.

With gentle pulls, the thread was out of his mouth. Seonghwa felt like he could breathe again. He ran his tongue across the front of his teeth and it made him hiss. When he swallowed, it tasted of nothing but blood.

“The thirst will start to kick in now, but I suggest we get out of this alleyway and get you to shelter,” explained Hongjoong.

“Thirst?” asked Seonghwa, brain still muggy.

“Yes, silly. You are a vampire now. Vampires need blood.”

Seonghwa flicked a brow. That part.

“Do you drink.. human blood?”

Hongjoong thought about it. “It's preferable. It makes us stronger than animal blood. But animal blood is still perfectly fine, and honestly, a lot of vampires do tend to drink it over human blood.”

Between all the books Seonghwa had ever read on vampires, he wondered what would be the hardest to get used to. The immortality, the lack of a heartbeat, the teeth- the teeth- or the thirst for blood.

The teeth still ranked first place, but the bloodthirstiness came a close second.

Hongjoong got to his feet, then hurried over to collect the onions and potatoes. “Don't wanna leave these behind..” He went to pick them up, but then saw that the paper bag was well and truly ripped and not serviceable to carry anything. “Hmm..”

As he thought of a solution, Seonghwa tried to get up of his own accord. Hongjoong quickly noticed and stopped him. “Hey! Careful.. Let me help you.”

“I am perfectly fine, no need to assist,” Seonghwa assured, but as he got to his feet he almost stumbled forward directly into Hongjoong, who caught him at the last second. “Oomph-”

“Whoa!” Hongjoong braced Seonghwa by the shoulders, then tilted him back against the wall. “That's why I said to let me help you..”

Seonghwa went to wave him off, but then huffed and murmured a thank you instead.

Hongjoong smiled, “You're welcome. Now.. As for the onions and potatoes..”

Oh.

Seonghwa glanced down at the vegetables strewn across the ground. Minutes ago he had bought those vegetables to take home and make a lovely stew.

Now he was a vampire.

Such is life.

He rubbed his face and laughed into the palm, but came to regret that straight away as it caused a bad rippling in the roof of his mouth. “Ah-”

Hongjoong sucked in a breath, “Ooh, yeah, I would advise not doing anything around your mouth area for now. Talking, eating, laughing, smiling, frowning..”

“Breathing?”

Hongjoong chuckled at that. “You joke, but you're technically not breathing anymore, so..” He shrugged, and Seonghwa just stared at him blankly. “Anyways! I don't have a bag with me, but if I get the potatoes, you can get the onions.”

Seonghwa's back was still against the wall and every single part of him hurt to some extent. The thirst was lying dormant in the back of his throat, just waiting for the moment to wreak dry havoc in his mouth.

Hongjoong bent down to pick up the onions and hand them over to the reluctant fledgling, who took one in each hand with a groan. Hongjoong then got the potatoes and cradled them in his arms before saying, “Right.. are we ready?”

“You might be. I am as I ever will be..” Seonghwa scoffed.

Tilting his head to the side, Hongjoong exhaled. “Believe me. I get how.. challenging all of this is. No one is asking or expecting you to get over it in a flash. I just hope you can find comfort in knowing you're not on your own. I’m here now, and when I get you back to shelter, you’ll meet others who have gone through it too.”

Seonghwa's heart felt incredibly heavy. He could not ignore how nice it was to have someone here at least, especially someone who seemed as knowledgeable as Hongjoong. They began walking down the alleyway, and as it gradually got darker, Seonghwa realised that his vision had improved to be able to see in the dark.

As they strolled, shoulder to shoulder, Seonghwa felt compelled to ask, “Say, how long have you been a vampire?”

Hongjoong paused.

In the back of his mind, he knew this was going to come up at some point. This entire ordeal had given him a perpetual sinking feeling that hadn't gone away since he arrived. When he was asked about the group who attacked, he was thankful that Seonghwa didn't press on, and realised that there was a lot of history Hongjoong was unwilling to unpack at this time.

But this.. this was an innocuous query to the new fledgling.

Just a simple question of how long he had been a vampire.

Hongjoong swallowed. If only it were that simple.

After a disquietingly long pause, he answered his burning question, “Almost exactly a century.”

Seonghwa's jaw dropped reflexively, which made him hiss a little, but he rose above it quickly.

Hongjoong hesitated. “I was turned back in uh.. 1782 so.. Yeah, it's been 100 years since I was turned..”

“Wow..” Seonghwa muttered. “And how old are you? As in, what age were you turned?”

Hongjoong tensed up. If only it were that simple. If only Seonghwa would recognise that this was not a good topic just like before. If only he was not merely a curious fledgling. “I had.. not long turned 25.” If he kept the information to a minimum, maybe Seonghwa wouldn't-

Seonghwa almost gasped. “I, too, am 25 years of age!”

Hongjoong looked over at him. What he hoped was coincidence had now turned to cold ash in his mouth.

“Oh, really? Well, is that not quite the coincidence,” he laughed dryly. “When is your birthday?”

“April 3rd.”

Hongjoong tried to relax. “Oh? Mine is November 7th.”

“I see.. So that means you would've been born..” He racked his brains for a bit. “1757! Exactly 100 years before me!”

Hongjoong looked away. Curse the man for being so.. earnest! Hongjoong nodded, “That does check out. I suppose it's fate, then.” He had become very solemn in those seconds. His eyes became fixated on the ground, and he didn't dare look over at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa noticed this rapid shift in demeanour, and tried to place what could've altered it. His mind began ticking over, the pieces were falling into place.. and then he came to the shocking conclusion.

His eyes found Hongjoong's side profile. “You were turned.. on this day.”

Hongjoong stopped dead in the middle of the alleyway and screwed his eyes shut.

Damn this fledgling.

Seonghwa looked back at him. A thunderstorm had swept Hongjoong's features.

The dryness in Seonghwa's throat became so much more apparent. “I- I am so-”

“Just.. forget about it, okay?” Hongjoong's voice had gone three octaves lower, and carried a tidal wave on its shoulders. “Let's just- get back to the house.” He didn't look up at Seonghwa as he passed by, and hurried on ahead of him, not leaving much room to catch up.

Seonghwa figured he should keep his distance for now, anyway.

As they carried on through the backstreets, the tension had started to ease in Hongjoong's shoulders and he realised something important: he could not project this fear and anger onto the new vampire. How was Seonghwa to know of anything related to this? They had never met before, Hongjoong could not hold him to that standard.

He exhaled, then stopped briefly to wait for Seonghwa.

Seonghwa stopped behind him, unsure if he should walk by his side.

Hongjoong glanced back. “Come on.” His tone was much lighter. Seonghwa still looked uncertain. His eyes began to brim.

Hongjoong almost felt like crying.

Turning to face him, Hongjoong calmly explained himself. “I deeply apologise for my attitude earlier. I know you were just asking a harmless question, and really, I shouldn't hold it against you when you are not aware of what has happened.” He watched carefully as Seonghwa patted the corners of his eyes with sleeve of his shirt. “I am not upset with you, in fact it is entirely you who should be upset with me..”

His attempt to conciliate was eventually met with a sigh. “Please, do not feel you have to apologise. I understand that this is a sensitive subject and I should have held my tongue the second I realised your reluctance which.. was sooner that I like to admit. I am sorry for being so.. rash.”

Hongjoong managed to brush it off. If anything, to show Seonghwa that he knew no harm was meant by the inquiries. “It is more than okay. Now..” He sighed. “Onwards to the house before the sun rises again so we can get you something to drink!”

It was partly a joke, as the sun was not due to rise for quite some time, but if they stayed out any longer it really would be just over the horizon.

As for the thirst.. Seonghwa had begun to sense something tickling the very base of his throat, though he tried his best to ignore it. Soon enough, he knew that would be impossible - there wasn't even any saliva to placate him - but he tried to circumvent it by not thinking about it at all.

The situation had been mitigated enough that Seonghwa felt reassured in walking by Hongjoong's side again. Things remained quiet between them for the majority of the journey, though it was quite comfortable for all that it was worth.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but think of how much he had yet to learn about vampirism. He’d been taught so much already, but the history was so rich, and there was plenty yet to understand. The dental floss was new to him, but it seemed new to Hongjoong as well, judging by how it only became more available that year. Everything was new and fascinating, and so daunting at the same time. Seonghwa was at odds with his own feet, like he was learning to walk again and needed to stare at them just to remember how to put one foot in front of the other. Hongjoong glanced over at him every so often, seemingly forever concerned with what he was doing and how unsure he looked of everything. Seonghwa met his eyes every few seconds, just to remind him he was still there. Hongjoong was always relieved, and Seonghwa relaxed, feeling safe in his presence. Despite their earlier skirmish, it appeared they would learn to get on just fine, and maybe even become good friends in the process.

Seonghwa was at the very least thankful he didn’t have to go through this alone; Hongjoong even mentioned other people. How many other vampires does he know? Does he have friends he is sharing a dwelling with? Only time would tell, as Seonghwa didn’t permit himself another query for the time being. Besides, they were both thoroughly enjoying the silence between them as they strolled through the now deserted market streets of Seoul.

Night had arrived and the moon had risen well above the trees by the time they got to the other side of town. Seonghwa was about to open his mouth and ask how much longer their journey would take - not out of impatience, just curiosity, though his intensifying need to quench this thirst would argue otherwise - when Hongjoong answered his unasked question. “Not too much further now. Just a couple more side streets to go down and a short walk through some woods.”

“Ah,” came Seonghwa’s curt reply. “I actually wondered.”

“Ha, well now you know. My house is kind of tucked away among some trees, it’s pretty hidden.” Hongjoong had stuffed the potatoes into his jacket pockets some time into the journey, figuring he had a bit of room to spare. He felt the weight of them and it made him wonder, “Are you still up for stew when we get back? I’m not the best cook but I at least know how to help throw one together.”

Seonghwa laughed in his throat, which made him cough a little. “I won’t say no, though I worry that it’s getting late..”

Hongjoong paused on the spot and stared at him. “Seonghwa, you’re a vampire.”

Seonghwa stopped beside him and mused on this for a while. Oh, right. He was a vampire now.

Sometimes he needed reminding.

“Indeed.. Indeed I am,” he hummed. “Isn’t that funny?”

Hongjoong scoffed a laugh. “Getting late to us is sunrise. The moon is our sun, the night is our day, and so on and so forth..”

Seonghwa nodded. They carried on, sauntering this time. He found he had more things he wanted to know. “So, do vampires need sleep?”

“In a strict sense? No. But in a roundabout way, yes. We still need to conserve energy, just as we did when we were humans, but we don’t really sleep anymore. If anything, we just.. hibernate.”

“I would argue those two things are synonymous..”

“Yes and no. When we go into temporary hibernation we don’t exactly sleep so much as we just close our eyes and let our energy recharge itself.”

Seonghwa flexed a brow. “That sounds an awful lot like sleep to me.”

Hongjoong stared at him disapprovingly. “You’ll get it when you hibernate for the first time.”

Seonghwa briefly tilted his head to the side, unsure if he really bought the difference between sleep and what Hongjoong proposed as temporary hibernation, but he let it go after a while and faced forward once again.

Hongjoong did so too, “All lessons learned will come in due time, fledgling.”

Fledgling. Hongjoong was getting used to calling Seonghwa that. He recognised the term, but it was starting to stick as a personal epithet. Seonghwa smiled. “I hope to acquire much knowledge, mentor.”

Hongjoong snapped his head to the right. Mentor? “Oh, you will.” He could not help a smile himself. Perhaps there was room for them to become good friends.

Speaking of friends.. “I should inform you, Seonghwa, that I share the space I call home with two other vampires."

Seonghwa’s ears pricked up at that.

By this point, they had reached the woods Hongjoong had mentioned before. Seonghwa had already been fairly nervous, but the confirmation of his earlier thought that Hongjoong was living with other people made those nerves steadily creep up his spine until they eventually reached his neck. He was sure they were now within reach of Hongjoong’s home, and the various emotions he’d begun to feel were now piling on top of each other to the point he came to a standstill in the middle of the woods.

Hongjoong paused and looked back. The panic was clear on Seonghwa’s face. “Hey, don’t fret, okay? They’re really kind and I know they’ll welcome you with open arms. One of them will for sure.” Seonghwa tried to remain calm, even in the face of his growing anxiety. Hongjoong closed the distance with his arms outstretched. “I’m sorry, I should’ve mentioned this at the very start. God, what am I doing..” That last statement was more to himself than anything. He made eye contact with Seonghwa. Hongjoong didn’t know everything about him yet, but at the very least, he was picking it up as he went along. “I’ve known one of them for the last seventy years and the other for the last thirty. I trust them with my life, and I know they’ll be understanding.” Seonghwa took deep breaths. This was okay. He was going to be okay. Hongjoong smiled faintly. “Everything will be fine. Let’s just take this slow, okay? No need to rush.”

With a measured nod of the head, Seonghwa appeared beside Hongjoong again, and allowed himself to be escorted towards the house, the outlines of which could be seen in the near distance. Hongjoong treaded lightly; it was by far the most leisurely part of the trip, but that was okay.

When they made it to the front door, Hongjoong took out his set of keys and placed one in the lock. Seonghwa couldn’t get a good enough glimpse of the keys to understand their designs, but he considered that a novelty that could wait a while.

There were more important matters at hand.

The sound of the door unlocking and opening was an alert beyond remarkable.

The moment Hongjoong stepped through the door, he was greeted by loud footsteps plodding across the wooden floors and a distinctive voice calling from the room he knew was the kitchen.

“Hongjoong? Are you finally back, I was wor-”

Hongjoong closed the front door. Seonghwa was standing behind him.

The man who entered the hallway came to a standstill. His eyes flickered back and forth between the pair, his jaw completely detached from the rest of his head.

“Wha- Who- Hongjoong-”

Hongjoong put his hand up. “Before you say anything, Yunho, just know that this was a rescue mission.”

Seonghwa glanced up at the man several metres away. Yunho.

Yunho eventually sighed, only a bit disgruntled. “Right." He stood to one side and gestured vaguely towards the kitchen. “Come on.”

Hongjoong took that as a sign to bring Seonghwa into the kitchen so they could all sit at the dining table in the middle of the room. He beckoned Seonghwa with a simple jerk of the head, and the new vampire followed him and Yunho into the other room.

Hongjoong and Yunho sat down almost at the same time, leaving Seonghwa to stand awkwardly at the head of the table. Hongjoong then drew back the chair next to him, “Come, sit.”

Seonghwa lowered his shoulders then took the seat beside Hongjoong, placing the vegetables on the table. Yunho’s eyes were boring into him and it was making him feel rather unsettled, but a brief, sharp kick to the shin made Yunho avert his gaze.

So much for being kind and welcoming. Seonghwa stared at his nails. The veins in his neck were becoming more prominent. Hongjoong dug his fingers into the table as he watched the effects of Seonghwa's growing thirst become more apparent. They needed to get this conversation out of the way.

“So,” Yunho began, clasping his fingers together as though they were conducting a business meeting, “what happened?”

Hongjoong explained the entire story, from witnessing the attack, to helping Seonghwa through the transformation, to showing him how to use the dental floss. Yunho listened intently, brows furrowing together as he covered his mouth with his hand. Every so often he’d look over at Seonghwa, with alarm more than anything, and when Hongjoong had reached the end, he lowered his hand with an astonished sigh.

Hongjoong kept some parts out, like the revelation that Seonghwa was of the same age or that he had his suspicions about the not-so-coincidental occurrence, but Yunho knew him well enough to recognise the telltale glint in his eyes.

“I’ll be the first to say it,” said Yunho, after some time, “fucking hell.” Hongjoong nodded in agreement. Seonghwa lifted his head at that, quite amazed at the exclamation. Yunho glanced over at him. “Apologies if I seem intimidating or something. It's not that I don't trust Hongjoong-”

Seonghwa interrupted him, “Truly, no need to apologise. I understand my intrusion is perhaps not.. favourable.”

“Not favourable?” Hongjoong repeated in surprise.

Yunho recognised in that moment where he might have slipped up, “Oh, sir- Seonghwa, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Seonghwa-” Yunho put both hands on his chest in defence. “You are perfectly welcome to stay here, I think I just come across a little stone-faced at times.” He chuckled through that statement, and it produced such a dazzling smile. Seonghwa was internally bewildered. The difference was uncanny. “Honestly, it's just that Hongjoong never stays out that long so when he's been out that long, I know something fucked has occurred. I certainly didn't expect to see a new vampire with him.”

Seonghwa tried to feel at ease with this explanation, but if he was honest with himself, he wasn't entirely sure if he should stay.

Hongjoong noticed this shift in features, “Seonghwa?” The fledgling looked over. “For the love of God, stay.” He tried to make a joke of it, “Don't pay attention to Yunho, he’s just a bit of a bastard sometimes..”

“Hey! A bastard who dragged his knees through the mud for you!” argued Yunho, light-heartedly.

“Something I am forever grateful to you for,” said Hongjoong, making full eye contact with him, before he looked back over at Seonghwa. “Besides, there's someone else here who, like I said, will welcome you with the most open arms imaginable.”

“Literally. He enjoys a good hug,” remarked Yunho. Seonghwa was trying to keep up with all these waves of information, when the train of thought was broken by movement coming from upstairs. They all glanced up. “Speak of the devil.”

“Hongjoong!”

“In the kitchen!” Hongjoong shouted.

Seonghwa looked to his left.

A man appeared in the doorway. His eyes widened and his lips parted in what looked to be sheer joy.

“Hi!” said the man, excitedly. Seonghwa quickly realised that he was the one being spoken to, and went to stand up when the man rushed over and sat down to his right. One cursory glance and Seonghwa saw the man had his chin in his hands with a curious expression. “I’m Wooyoung-” He held out one hand. “Nice to meet you!”

Taken aback was an understatement.

“Yes.. this is Wooyoung,” said Hongjoong, his lips tilted up.

Seonghwa took Wooyoung’s hand gently, but was caught off guard by Wooyoung shaking his hand rather violently.

“So, are you a fledgling?” asked Wooyoung, stars permeating his already resplendent eyes. Seonghwa's breath hitched, and he confirmed Wooyoung's question. “Ah! I’ve been a vampire for thirty years or so.. I’ve got an impacted canine!” Wooyoung pushed a finger into his upper lip to show him what he meant, but the confusion was prominent on Seonghwa's face.

“..Impacted canine?”

“Wooyoung, give him a moment, okay?” said Hongjoong, trying to hide a laugh in his throat. Yunho couldn't suppress a smirk.

Wooyoung let his upper lip spring back and sighed. “Alright, alright..” He got up and poked Seonghwa’s shoulder. “So, what's your name?”

“Um, Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa.”

“Well, make yourself at home, Seonghwa.” Wooyoung passed by with an amicable grin on his face, making sure he gave Seonghwa a pat on the back before heading over to a set of cupboards on the other side of the kitchen. He asked openly, “What's for breakfast?”

Seonghwa was suddenly reminded of the onions on the table.

Hongjoong’s face lit up. Seonghwa understood and gave a nod that granted him the necessary permission.

With that, Hongjoong stood up to make an announcement. “For breakfast tonight, we will be having stew, thanks to the vegetables Seonghwa bought at the market today.”

Wooyoung turned on the spot. “Oh?”

“Are you sure?” wondered Yunho, brow raised.

Seonghwa exhaled, then stood beside Hongjoong.

They shared a glance that said something of note between them.

Seonghwa had much to learn. Better to do it with people than without.

“..What better way to thank you all for your hospitality? And you specifically for helping me.”

Hongjoong breathed for what felt like the first time that entire night. Yunho folded his arms, lips cocked up in a smile. “And so, three becomes four.”

Wooyoung cried out, “Yes! This calls for a toast!” He ran to the cupboard where bottles of animal blood were stored, and took one out before he realised something. “..We only have three glasses.” He was ashamed to admit it.

“That's fine, give Seonghwa the whole bottle,” teased Hongjoong, to which Seonghwa scoffed. Wooyoung laughed, then took one out and opened it before passing it over to the fledgling. Seonghwa thanked him and waited for the other three vampires’ glasses to be filled, and when they were all standing around the table, he let out a gargantuan sigh.

Hongjoong lifted his glass to the air and said, “I’d like to make a toast.. to silk thread!”

They repeated the phrase in unison, after which Seonghwa drank from the bottle. His thirst was quenched almost immediately but it wasn't enough, and so he kept drinking until the veins on his neck started to relax.

To silk thread, he thought.

It was no surprise to him that Yunho and Wooyoung knew exactly what that meant.

×-×

“‘To silk thread’.”

“Hm?”

“The toast you made the first night I arrived. ‘To silk thread’, you said.”

Hongjoong hums. “I did, didn't I? God, how long ago was that?”

Seonghwa absent-mindedly pokes the thread-looped needle through the hole in his shirt and pulls it taut. “You know exactly how long ago that was.”

Hongjoong dons his cheekiest grin. “142 years ago.”

Seonghwa smiles at the fresh mend. “How time flies.”

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Kinktober 2022, my own prompt list and it's a secret, will be revealed as I post, hopefully everyday.

day 1 Size Difference Kink

First day already feels like a failure because my notepad closed on its own and I lost my thing without it being saved, the pain T-T Ive tried to rewrite it but changed my mind with some stuff and here we are.

tumblr now allows to mark stuff as mature so I'm doing it, but obviously, minors DNI.

You've never felt truly small compared to anyone. That was until you met him. 

From the very first second you saw him, you felt impossibly small and that stirred new emotions, you'd never expect to feel towards someone that held you a prisoner. 

You swear you could watch him for hours, when he was sitting on his enormous throne, his arms resting on his lap, while one was supporting his head. It didn't help that he had four arms. Large, veiny, with perfect, godlike sculpted muscles. You could almost picture what his hands would feel like around your throat when he was ripping his prey apart with his extremely sharp, long nails. His one hand could wrap around your throat with ease. 

His figure dwarfed you whenever you were standing next to him. He was twice your size, at least. It wasn't hard to imagine your self kissing down his chest to his stomach and that perfect V line that was presented to your eyes nearly all the time, since he liked to wear his kimono down. 

He was so big. You got claimed as his "personal" helper, you got to keep him well fed, helped to keep his body clean and from time to time you could catch a glimpse of what was hiding below his waistline. They were bigger than anything you'd ever seen. You always wondered what he'd think if only he knew. What would he do if he knew that you fantasized about him daily. 

You swear that sometimes you caught him looking at you as you were doing your work and the thought of him watching you was even more arousing and made it harder to keep your little secret. 

But he knew. He knew it from the very beginning but left you oblivious for quite a good time.

Sukuna also was obsessed with how small you were. The fact that he could practically grab you like nothing with just one of his hands made him feral. You were so small and he could break you, he could ruin you, oh how he wanted to... But he was patient. He wanted to see when and who was going to break first. Who will make the first move? He was waiting... Of course it was you.

Now, your knees are burning and you're choking on one of his cocks, barely able to take half of it on your first time. It was euphoric to Sukuna how quickly you became addicted to him, to his touch. How quickly you began to beg for him. How cute you looked now, between his thighs, struggling to fit him in your mouth. He couldn't wait to see how well you're going to take him when he bends you over.

Two of his hands knead your breasts, one wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly and one at the back of your head, setting a pace to your ministrations. Your hands wrapped around the shafts of his cocks, helping where your mouth couldn't reach. 

He grabbed you by your waist, lifting you up and placing in his lap, your pussy "accidentally" brushing the tips of his leaking cocks. Sukuna slowly drags his sharp nail from your bottom lip, through your neck, chest, stomach, stopping right before your pleasure bud. "Tell me how much you want it" he whispers to your ear, as his finger starts circling slowly on your clit.

@tsukiyohanayome 2022

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  A Drop in Time

The limits of your own mind might be the blessing you never knew you needed.

Vampire!Megumi x reader (fem body/pronouns)

notes: haha oops it’s been a month. not gonna say sorry cause i spent the majority of it sick and recovering, so there was nothing to be done, but i am really happy to be posting again! My beta deserves all my appreciation and some damn good soup bc they edited this so fast :’) Easily my favorite chapter so far, so enjoy!

warnings: attempted murder, blood, tiny bit of gore, pain, Satoru Gojo is its own warning, vampire stuff, a little peek of my lore

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⋆⁺₊⋆ Ch. ii. ☪︎ Masterlist ☪︎ Series Warnings ☪︎ Ch. iv ⋆⁺₊⋆

As Satoru absconded with you to the edge of your village and beyond, he made no further threats nor any attempt to harm you, but that didn’t leave you any more hopeful. His chest is firm against your back as he rides you south, your fingers tight on the saddle’s edge and teeth clenched to avoid biting your tongue over the harsh pace he sets on the poor creature carrying the weight of two.

The night air is hot and sticky leaving you miserable at your choice of attire, but the thick smell of rain promises the heat will be brief. Hours pass in silence. The terrain changes from sloping plain to a small woodland, then to the small neighboring town around which Satoru gives wide berth. Eventually you no longer recognize your surroundings. 

It’s still dark when Satoru stops the horse by a nearby stream and dismounts with enviable grace. Long, slender fingers close around your waist and you tense and resist as he makes move to help you do the same. 

Satoru raises an eyebrow. “The horse needs a break before we move on, and you need to stretch your legs unless you want to be as stiff as a board tomorrow.”

Without the heavy plod of hoofbeats in your ear you finally take note of harsh panting of the animal beneath you. Feeling a flash of pity for the creature you relent, and he lifts you from the saddle with terrifying ease. Your knees buckle when your feet meet solid ground and you come to realize that he is quite right. You’re already sore now; you can’t imagine how much worse it will be tomorrow. You shuffle your feet and do your best to flex your muscles, trying to appear uncaring under Satoru’s cryptic gaze. It’s a relief when he turns away, approaching the mount that had wandered to the stream’s edge and is now drinking eagerly.

The imposing vampire checks the saddle’s straps, and pulls something from the attached bag, his back towards you.

You’re unsure what to make of him now that he’s not directly threatening you. The danger has not passed, but with the way he is now maybe there will be a chance for you to slip away. The stars glitter above your head and you’ve seen enough summer nights to know that there’s a couple more hours of darkness left. Satoru intends to cover more ground, but maybe when day breaks there will be a chance for you to slip away without his notice. Do vampires even need sleep? You pray they do.

You sit, trying your best to keep your dress from getting dirty out of habit, and try to keep your expression clear. You let your eyes drift close and relax your jaw; maybe he will assume you’re sleeping. The night has been long but too much has happened, and you’re sure in any other situation, you might be exhausted…but the flame of survival still flickers within you, and you pray your body won’t fall lax until you’ve had your chance to escape.

Something nudges the outside of your calf and you jump violently, eyes snapping open to see Satoru standing over you. You hadn’t heard him approach and now he seems to be doing his best to hold in a laugh. 

You bite back the instinctive desire to snap at him and instead quietly ask him what he wants. 

Satoru crouches and holds something out to you. “Drink.”

Tentatively you reach out and your fingers close around a wooden cup, slowly realizing he’s drawn you water from the stream. You gaze up at him, weary from trying to understand his motives, wondering what use this kindness is.

Satoru sighs as you continue to sit there, fingers shifting around the cup’s edge. Shadows linger around his face, the night making it difficult for you to read the true depth of his expression. “We’re not stopping again until sunrise, and I have no food for you. It was good enough for the horse, so either drink it or don’t. Just make sure to give that back.”

He stalks off and you squint at his retreating back, wondering to the gods what he has to be so affronted about. Are all vampires so indecipherable? Here he is transporting you to your death and he has the gall to take insult at your denial? It’s beyond madness.

Yet still, it’s only a few moments of his back turned until you bring the cup to your lips and drink, so maybe his sanity isn’t the only one in question. Your stomach is a hard knot, but you drink greedily in the awareness that it might be the last. So many lasts come into mind. Your last hug wasn’t your mother’s, it was to little Yachi. The last tea you drank had been sage and peppermint. Your last meal…you can’t even remember what Toshi put in the stew, but you do know you might never have another. So many simple things that no longer seem simple, but instead full of meaning that you should have grasped in the moment. Panic brings a smile to your face because this doesn’t feel real and it makes you want to laugh at the absurdity of your approaching death.

But you don’t. 

Instead you sit, carefully holding on to a wooden cup that a demon made a point to tell you to return. 

You wake to a sharp pain radiating inside your mouth, moaning at the bitter taste of iron. After nodding off, you find you’ve bitten your own tongue under the bounce of the horse’s steps, and your fingers tighten on the saddle as you realize an even graver mistake.

Wildly looking around, dread tingles down your spine because you have no recognition of your surroundings. A glance up shows that the stars have dwindled so your only mark of direction is the sun, not quite risen but pinking the skyline on your left shoulder.

“Good morning, lambkin. We stop soon, though there won’t be much comfort.” Satoru’s voice rises over the beating hooves. “I made it farther that I thought I would. Hope you like the woods.”

You want to shriek at him for making any comment about your comfort but you’re too busy trying to pay attention to the terrain, looking for cover, harsh ground, places to avoid. Your chance to run is fast approaching and you need to be ready. Daylight will be on your side.

Pink is catching like fire on the tops of the trees as Satoru urges the horse into a thick copse. Your chest feels tight as he secures the horse to a low branch only a stone’s throw into the shade. It’s an easy distance to cover with only a few roots making the ground uneven, but any other debris that might have gotten in your way was trampled down by the vampire’s mount. Your heart plummets, however, as Satoru approaches you with a grim set to his jaw, another set of ropes in his hands. 

There’s no fighting him as he seats you on the ground, binding your hands firmly behind your back. “I’ll be awake before the sun sets, and then these won’t be necessary. I assume you realize that I can’t simply trust you.”

You don’t waste your breath to respond, turning your chin from him and making a show of trying to get comfortable as you angle away. Wind airs through the trees as you try to think of what you’re supposed to do now; you twist subtly at the bindings to find them painfully secure, jagged and harsh against your soft skin. 

“What am I supposed to do all day?” you ask rather petulantly.

Satoru raises an eyebrow at you and shrugs, not committing to a response. “I’m going to sleep.”

“It’s too hot for me to sit like this all day, couldn’t I just walk around instead? I wouldn’t go far.” You wheedle insistently but he rolls his too-blue eyes at you and stands up from where he’d been resting against a nearby tree. You try to shuffle away from him as he crouches in front of you, the white-haired vampire ignoring your indignant huff as he pulls at the layers of your skirts.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, scandalized, as he shifts the fabric over his palms. You receive no response other than the sound of ripping cloth as he tears out the lower layer of your dress. 

“That’ll help.” He grins at you, letting the ruined piece of the dress land in a sad pile next to your feet. “Now relax and enjoy the shade, lambkin.”

You glare at his retreating back grumbling about his indecency, but he pays you no more mind as he settles back in, his head tipping back against the tree and exposing the smooth column of his throat.

And so you wait, your nails making whatever tears they can at the ropes. You wait until his breath deepens, until his fingers slacken, his eyelids twitching under what appears to be an unfortunate dream. You watch him curiously, as his chest rises and falls, wondering what could ail one who seems so…unworldly. But another rub of pain as you test your bonds reminds you to be uncaring, tears pricking your eyes at the sharp chafe. Your fingers and wrists ache from the angle you bend them in to reach, and your hands thankfully find a small stone when you stop to ease the burn. Relief burns bright in your chest as the rope finally begins to fray and when it mercifully snaps you rise unsteadily with all the silence you can muster and sneak to the edge of the trees before taking off at a run.

To your utter dismay, you hear a howl of rage after you’ve barely taken a handful of strides. Your heart explodes like thunder in your chest and you run faster, praying that the short distance into the sunlight is enough to keep him from you. The footsteps behind you are tale of yet more of God’s disregard. There is no force, divine or otherwise, that could stop the sob tearing through your chest as you feel his weight lunge into yours, tackling you to the ground into the shade of an ash sapling.

You’re flipped harshly onto your back, his hips heavy over your waist as he pins your arms to the earth, grip unforgiving. You’re granted the view of his face, once fair skin now splotchy and red as if burned. Ice blue eyes are crazed, and in the daylight you can see his lashes are the same startling white as his hair. Satoru chuckles airily but the moment his voice meets your ears, you feel as if your very life is surrendering to his rage and draining from your body.

“I have expended time. I have expended effort. Magic. Goodwill far beyond your precious understanding. Have you even half a wit in that darling little mind of yours, then hear me now, Rumi. Yes, I know your name,” he sneers at your shocked expression. 

His fingers dig into your cheeks painfully and you’d cry out if your breath weren’t so shallow from fear. The angry sores on his skin are already beginning to lighten, but they do not fade entirely. 

“If Megumi did not need you, I would drain you myself here and now. I am under no orders to retrieve you unharmed. In fact, I’m under no orders at all. I can do whatever I wish with you, and all I need is for you to remain alive. I would not test my lenience again, for you will find it no longer remains. Rather, it’s your choice. We could have some wonderful fun together, you and I. Does that pique your interest, lambkin?” 

You see nothing but manic bloodshed in his eyes and find yourself terrorized into submission by his blinding smile, cowering in the dirt and allowing him to scoop you from the ground with no protest.

He adjusts you in his arms and lowers you both to the ground once more, shifting until he’s comfortable.

You now sit, pinned to his chest, legs framed by his own under the miniscule shade offered by the young tree. The position is intimate, terrifying, and you cannot help but wish that fate had given you any other misfortune than this one. 

“Be still and silent, if you know what’s good for you,” Satoru warns quietly. His silky voice is tattered with pain and exhaustion, but you have no sympathy for his situation, eclipsed by your own. He slumps heavier against the tree and your body naturally shifts with the movement. “When the sun sets, I’ll retrieve the horse. Behave the rest of the journey, and I will pretend this never happened.”

If only you could as well. You fall into a daze, watching the sun climb higher into the sky as the day continues like hell hasn’t encroached the earth. Clouds pass over the sky, light and unaware of the darkness that approaches. Birdsong fills the air with a merry tune, all while evil snores softly at your back. The most beautiful hands you’ve ever seen shackle your wrists, your personal grim reaper to escort you to the underworld.

Despite the many times you bemoaned to your mother as a child that there was nothing for you to do only to be shunted off to your lessons, you’ve never truly done nothing. Time drags its feet in such a way that you’d think it was frozen if not for the way the sun inches its journey across the sky. You’ve nothing to distract yourself with and can’t move about in fear of waking the sleeping monster. Your backside aches from your own weight, and your stomach is finally beginning to realize how hollow it’s grown. You’re now thankful for the water Satoru gave you even after your tongue begins to feel dry, your throat clicking at your intermittent swallows.

Midday is the hardest, the heat sticking to your skin and coating you in an uncomfortable damp. But salt and slick is nothing compared to the way the shade shortens, making your heart patter as the light creeps closer to Satoru’s feet. You wonder if the sun would affect him through his clothing, or would he safely slumber until the sunlight laps at his fingertips? You resist the urge to flex your wrists, wondering how he holds you so tightly in what appears to be a very deep sleep. 

Your chest rises and falls with his. With nothing to occupy your mind, your eyelids grow as heavy as the thick gray clouds that roll in from the skyline. Not even the rain wakes you as to drift into fitful sleep. 

Wakefulness comes slowly as you feel the earth beneath you shift and lull. There’s a saltiness in the air, and a dull roar on the wind. You open your eyes to see moonlight beaming down on a grassy cliffside in the distance. 

“Are we…?” you mumble, still trying to rouse yourself.

“The southern seaside,” Satoru answers quietly, slowing the horse to a stop. “You sleep heavily for a lady. I thought I would have to carry you down the cliffs.”

“Carry me down the—why are we going down the cliffside?” you asked, alarmed at the prospect.

“We are close to my home, a long forgotten entrance if you will. We won’t be bothered on this path.”

You look around but see naught but plains and sea, wondering what of this place he might call home.

Satoru swiftly dismounts taking you with him, and you watch with wide eyes as he faces the horse to what you assume is west and urges it on alone with a light slap. It takes off at a gallop and Satoru doesn’t even watch it depart, turning to you. “Come, we shouldn’t linger here long. We don’t need the attention.”

He takes your arm and as he drags you along with him towards the cliffs, an old memory plagues your mind. A story one of the elder sister’s of the church had told you. Be it far from you to remember the story in particular, but you remember its lesson with sparkling clarity: vampires cannot pass over moving water. You’ve never met a vampire to prove its legitimacy, but you can’t imagine a church would teach lessons untrue, and so your heart hopes.

The roll of the ocean is loud in your ears, filling you with the encouragement of one final chance. You begin to tremble; it could save your very life, but if you fail…pain beyond your reckoning is sure to follow. You cling to the sleeve of his tunic even as your other hand refuses to leave the earthy wall of the cliff. The path he leads you down is safe to all with sensible mind and those who know where it leads, but your fear is elevated. It feels like breathing wrong would send you tumbling to the same fate you’re planning out for him.

Satoru’s hold on your arm had slackened to that of a guide, not the same iron shackle it had been. Now would be the moment while you’re still close enough to the rise to make it back. You grit your teeth as apprehension makes you hesitate. 

Do it, just do it. What are you scared of? Pain? You’re going to die if you don’t, what mercy is it for it to be less painful?

At that thought your feet come stumbling to a stop, sending a spray of loose earth over the edge of the path. Satoru has barely turned his head before you’ve ripped your hand out of his grasp and planted your hands under his shoulder blades in a harsh shove. He lurches, then he’s over the edge, and that’s it. There’s no shout, no fanfare to compliment the horrific thing you just did, but you can’t even stop to let it sink in. You don’t peer over to make sure he’s fallen; you’re turning and retreating, breath caught in your throat as you lunge for your freedom. You reach the top of the rise and your feet tear at the earth in your haste to make it to the treeline in the direction you came. 

Dizziness enters your mind harshly and suddenly and you crash to the ground. You stare stricken, fingers curling tightly into the grass and dirt as you try in vain to steady yourself. Force, pure and white, shoves its way into your mind, solid and tangible, and the urge to empty your barren insides what of little you have left wracks your body like a fever. Your belly is pressed to the ground, fingers tearing at the grass as you shake and writhe, clinging to sanity by the barest of threads. 

There is no explaining what’s become of you, but for some strangely clear reason you just know you’ve failed. You can feel him: things about him you never wished to understand. His barely contained rage; an endless void of frustration and impatience; deep swirls of panic; aching loneliness; righteous fury; a frantic, frantic devotion. All of it swirls together in your mind: pieces of memory dropping like shards of glass around your consciousness, voices you’ve never heard echoing inside your own mind until you’re not sure you can remember your own.

As the pain continues you wail to the stars, covered by the clouds as if even they have turned their back to you. Through the feverish haze you register footsteps and your body slumps, submitting to every stimulation wracking your body that you just know is his doing somehow, instilling a deep unease within you on top of everything else.

Satoru glowers at you, water droplets from his soaked hair dripping down his snowy strands, sparkling at the ends until he shakes his head and scatters them. Through the tremors it’s almost as if his eyes are glowing, shining blue and bright, but you brush it off as a hallucination from the pain.

The sensations ease and then fade and you slump in exhaustion, one last dry heave shaking your frame. 

This is it. 

He’s going to torture you. He won’t kill you, but you know you’ll beg him for death far before he’s done with you. You don’t have the heart of legends, but that of a mouse in the face of this nightmare. You close your eyes tight, unable to face your own demise. 

Instead of the chilling laughter you expect you hear a deep exhale, and your eyes flutter open to see him glaring daggers at you as he gathers you into his arms again. 

“Not that I expected you to know any better, but that tale is naught but a myth. It would take a lot more than water to kill me.” Satoru's sodden clothes soak into your own. His smooth voice is quiet, reluctant, but firm. “Your tenacity is…unwittingly admirable, and as much as I want to beat it out of you, we’re too close for me to waste any more time. Hold on to me unless you want to plummet to your death.”

You gasp as he turns with you in tow and begins to run back to the cliffside. The air on your skin is cold now, colder where his wetness melts into your own, and it only gets worse as he starts down the path again moving at a pace that terrifies you. You’re sure both of you will pitch to your deaths, and let out a weak moan for him to slow down.

“Can’t, thanks to you. Now we’re racing the tide.” Satoru gives you a short glare and continues the journey downward.

As you near the bottom, an opening in the cliffside appears. Your fingers claw into his tunic as Satoru leaps several feet downward to the mouth of it, feet digging into the wet sand with the combined weight. Immediately you’re squirming to get down, only for him to huff and readjust his hold on you.

“Not yet.”

“Put me down!”

“I said, not yet,” Satoru hisses vehemently, beginning another run. The air inside the cavern is damp and sour, smelling of countless years’ worth of salt and brine. The deeper he goes, you begin to realize the cavern is actually a tunnel, sloping downwards in a path that makes you shudder when you realize goes much deeper than the waterfront. Now you understand his hurried dash, dread striking your gut when you wonder how much time you wasted.

“We’ll drown!” you gasp, twisting to look up at his face, the grim set of his lips.

“That we will, if I don’t make it far enough. So be still, won’t you?”

His breath is coming heavier and you helplessly try to heed him for the first time this entire nightmare, remaining as still as possible in his arms. His arms must surely be aching from carrying you this way so far, and you think back to the way your father used to carry you when you were a child, exhausting yourself at the markets. You quickly tap his arm, and he looks down at you, then forward again.

Annoyed, but heart still thumping, you tap him again and raise your voice. “You could carry me on your back, I’m sure that’d be faster.”

“I’m sure it would too, if I could trust you that close to my neck.”

“I’d rather not drown in an underground tunnel,” you snap breathlessly, fear too prominent to send him much attitude.

Satoru hums, and his pace slows a little but he doesn’t stop. 

“I’ll behave!”

“Fine!” Satoru snaps, jerking to a stop and letting your feet touch the floor.

He crouches and you’re quick to gather what's left of your skirts and clamber onto his back, shivering—despite this being your idea—as his burning hands cradle the undersides of your thighs. You inhale sharply as he takes off at a run once more, arms clasped tightly over his shoulders, the increase in his speed enough for you to feel it in your stomach. Closing your eyes, you rest your head on his back, trying to relax into his movements in order not to hinder him any further. 

After a time Satoru’s movements begin to strain and your eyes flutter open at the change, blinking harshly as you realize how dark it’s gotten. The tunnel has widened significantly and is now sloping sharply upward. You cling to him tighter as force drags you backwards, and his hands grip you more firmly in response. Eventually the ground evens out and he slows to a stop.

“The water never passes here. Down,” he says roughly, and you scramble down as he makes move to drop you. “We can rest a moment, but not long.”

“How much farther?” Your voice echoes down the rest of the tunnel and Satoru shoots you a nasty glare. Your arms ache from being locked around his neck, and your body feels stiff and frail. You try not to think about how hungry you are.

“Quiet. We’re not trying to tell everyone we’re here.” 

Fear lances through you like a blade. “How many more of you are down here?”

“Oh lambkin, all of us are down here.”

 His tone is snide enough to give you doubt, but the idea of it being the truth frightens you. You stiffen, trying to appear more confident than you are, whispering. “And where is here?”

Satoru glances at you, gesturing for you to follow as he begins striding down the path again. “These tunnels lead to a city deep underground, our solace from the sun. We don’t have to worry about humans as a nuisance down here, just the ones we want to deal with.”

It’s getting more difficult to see; you can barely see Satoru’s silhouette in front of you, and you find yourself clinging to his tunic to keep him from getting too far in front of you. The air is getting heavier too, still smelling of dark and damp, and you find yourself struggling to breathe. “You said this was a forgotten way in?”

“Forgotten by most. Only the outcasts still live near the tunnels, which is why you need to stop raising your voice,” Satoru returns curtly, a pointed edge sharpening his tone. He moves to the left and you realize the tunnel has split off into several different paths. They all look the same to you, and you can’t help but wonder if he really does know where he’s going. 

“Sorry.”

“If you’re sorry, don’t speak until I tell you so.”

Feeling oddly chastised you fall into silence, walking behind him for what feels like hours as he leads you through several twists and turns, more forked pathways, until you’re certain you’re both lost beneath the earth. Throughout it all Satoru never offers you another word.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, you finally tug at his clothing again. “Are you sure you know where we’re going—”

“Who’s there?”

A loud voice echoes off the walls and a warm light flickers suddenly down the tunnel. Satoru gives a soft hiss of irritation, looking side to side frantically before pushing you down a side path that you hadn’t seen in the shadows.

“Not a sound,” he breathes into your ear before he disappears, leaving you alone. The light you’d seen recedes after a moment, pitching you into darkness.

Motionless except for body shaking shivers, your ears strain for whatever sounds you can make out, breaths coming shallow as you come to the conclusion that this is somehow far worse than walking side by side with the unpredictable vampire. 

Your eyes slam shut as a pain filled scream echoes loudly down the tunnel, cut off quickly in an awful retch. You crouch, arms wrapped around your legs in an attempt to make yourself as small as possible. You lean against the damp rock of the wall and try to control your shaking, feeling oddly panicked at the thought that something killed Satoru and now you’re truly alone down here.

Your whole body tenses as your ears pick up the sound of quiet footfall. 

“We’re almost there.” Satoru’s voice washes over you softly, flooding your mind with weary relief that you struggle to reject. You hate the idea of finding yourself dependent on this creature, but you aren’t sure what other choice you have.

He leads you through a couple more dark paths, before you come to a wooden door that’s taller than even Satoru. He pulls it open and ushers you inside a room, lit well with soft candlelight. There’s a bed in the center, but before you can take in much more of the room, you’re jerked back behind your guide.

“Yuuji, what are you doing here?” Satoru’s voice has taken on an uncertain edge for the first time since you’ve met him. You cling to him; he wasn't expecting someone to be here. That can't possibly bode well.

“I came to look in on him and he wasn’t in his chambers. Then I found him here like this. I’ve been waiting for you to come back for two days.” The new voice sounds frightened and angry, and you resist the strange urge to peek from behind Satoru to get a look at him—he sounds just like any of the other young men from your village. He could be Shouta’s age for all you knew. “How could you leave him like this by himself? He’s barely breathing. What happened?”

“I don’t have the time to explain this to you right now—”

“Who’s that?”

You stiffen in fear and Satoru makes a sound of protest, standing taller as if that would hide you from the inquisitive pair of golden brown eyes that peer around his frame to look at you. He has a curious mop of pinkish hair, and an even curiouser sun-kissed complexion. He looks far more muscular than Satoru, a rugged beauty to the taller’s fair.

You shrink back as this Yuuji makes a low sound of exclamation. “Why do you have a human girl with you?”

“I will explain later,” Satoru hisses impatiently, finally shouldering his way around the stocky younger male. “For now you need to leave.”

“I won’t.” Yuuji’s eyes flash, a bolt travelling up your spine at the crimson color that quickly fades back to brown, making you wonder if you truly saw it. Satoru tenses at your side, his grip on your arm tightening until you wince in pain and he immediately slackens again. “Not until Megumi wakes up.”

Satoru seems to be weighing something in his mind, but after a moment he releases a frustrated sigh. “Fine, you may stay. But you must keep this to yourself. If your brother hears of this I won’t forgive you.”

“Okay,” Yuuji responds, curiosity heavy laden in his voice. He glances at you speculatively and your fear rises to a high point as Satoru drags you towards the man prone on the bed until you’re staring down at a man you can only describe as lovely.

The first thing you note, strangely, are his eyelashes: dark and thick and full, long enough to cast a shadow over regal cheekbones. His hair is as dark as raven down and matted with sweat, and his lips look soft despite being a little cracked and dry. His skin is pale; not fair like Satoru’s but rather sickly, and you note his shallow breathing and the dark circles beneath his eyes. He truly looks as if he is resting at death’s door.

This is the deadline prince? You’re so caught up in his poor health that you almost forgot your role here. You startle as Satoru takes your arm and turns it, a small bronze dagger in his other hand. 

“It will be over quickly, Rumi,” Satoru says quietly and your breath is in your throat as he takes the blade across the soft skin of your forearm. You whimper in pain as crimson pools out of the wound.

“Satoru?” Yuuji questions, pupils expanding as the scent of blood fills the small room. You blanch at the hungry expression sharpening his face.

Drops of blood drip down onto the sleeping man’s face, his lips, and Satoru watches him raptly, with a desperation you don’t want to see. The memory of Satoru’s psyche flickers like hot coals in the back of your mind.

“She’s his blood match,” Satoru whispers softly, sounding reverent as Megumi’s lashes begin to flutter.

There’s a beat of silence so tangible that it’s as if you’re choking on it.

“That’s not possible,” the other protests sharply, his expression torn. “You must be mistaken—”

“Don’t question me. I would not have gone through all this trouble if I weren’t certain,” Satoru snaps, cold and harsh.

Yuuji is shocked into silence, stepping closer to the bed to watch.

Your arm throbs as more blood pours down, your lashes clumping with tears you’re too exhausted to stop from falling. Still, you shriek as hands close tightly around your arm and yank you downwards, your knees landing heavily in surprisingly soft down bedding. You catch a glimpse of gleaming emerald eyes before you begin screaming in earnest, the prince’s teeth buried in your open wound. He rips the wound wider and you’re greeted with the horrid sensation of his tongue laving at the gap in your flesh. 

“Megumi, no!”

“Satoru—she’ll die!”

Your eyes roll back and your ears are bathed in what appears to be the shouts of Satoru and Yuuji rushing to restrain the feral vampire who is all but trying to tear your arm from your body. Your consciousness swims out of reach as you succumb to the pain and blood loss, expedited by your fatigue from the rushed travels. Darkness mercifully claims you and you go willingly into its embrace, simply ready for this nightmare to end.

You drift in and out to the sound of voices, to the crackling of a fire, and people moving around nearby. Your entire body aches and your arm is on fire, swathed tightly in cloth. Your lips feel cracked and you desperately need water, but a deep unease and even deeper fatigue keeps you from announcing your consciousness. Your eyes remain closed.

“I’m not sure how fond of her you’ll be, she’s quite a terror,” Satoru sniffs delicately. “Defied me every step of the way—ran from me, twice!”

“Why would she run from you if she…” Megumu trails off tiredly before a few moments pass and his voice drops in irritation. “Satoru, I thought she agreed to come.”

“She did! After some encouragement,” Satoru defends easily.

Megumi groans and there’s the sound of wood creaking, as if someone sat heavily. “And I suppose your encouragement came in the form of no soft threat, now didn’t it?”

“It might have.”

“Tell me exactly what happened.” It’s no request, it’s a flat demand with no compromise—a true tone of royalty.

Their voices flit softly between each other as Satoru recounts the scene from your bedroom, broken by clarifying questions from Megumi. It’s strange to hear even pieces of it retold; it already feels like a memory from another life. You’re not even a little bit surprised to hear him glossing over just how harshly he spoke to you at times, or softening details to his own benefit. In fact, you rightly expect that behavior of him by now.

“Curse you.” The prince sighs in defeat after everything is recounted.

Satoru chuckles. “I’ll take to threatening some poor little human girl and her village over your death, now and every time.”

“You do realize,” Megumi drawls, satiric amusement laced with sharp annoyance, “that at no point did you promise her her life. You didn’t explain or even mention the blood match. For all she knew, death was all that awaited her. And you fault her for clinging to life? I would have run from you too. You never think, Satoru.”

Satoru scoffs. “You tried to kill her the moment I got her to you. If Yuuji hadn’t been here, you might have succeeded. He restrained you while I kept her alive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so…brutish.”

Confusion swims brightly to the surface of your foggy consciousness. So they don’t intend to kill you? That seems even more unlikely than the white-haired demon treating your wounds. 

“I have no explanation for my behaviour,” Megumi admits reluctantly, a heavy pout to his tone that you imagine is tightening his delicate features. “The moment I tasted her—I wouldn't have believed you about the match if not for the feeling. I've never felt such…”

He trails off, a hush broken only by the crackling of fire stretches between them.

“Her breathing is getting stronger,” Satoru comments casually, as if filling the gap of the other’s unnerved silence. 

There’s a swish of fabric and you feel a hand on your unbandaged arm, too tired to flinch away from the couple of warm fingers pressing into the crook of your elbow.

“But her pulse is getting weaker,” Megumi sighs, frustrated. “We’ll need to call someone to treat her more than you can, Satoru.”

“I’d like to avoid that if possible.”

“If possib—did you hear me?”

They break into a low argument and their change in volume, muttered back and forth to each other, makes it impossible for you to follow further. Satoru says something about your stubbornness, or maybe he’s speaking of Megumi? It matters not, you’re too tired and hungry to concern yourself with any of it. You fall asleep dreaming of a warm stew, maybe rabbit or venison, with countless vegetables and a thick, creamy broth.  

a/n: ok maybe “meet” was a bit of an exxageration lol

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[eldritch-spouse]

I just stumbled across your dash and I love Morell so much already! I was curious what he would do if his piglet offered him a juicy part of themself (chunk of a thigh or stomach perhaps) to actually cook and eat?

[Cum his pants on the spot- Fem reader.]

(Minors dni)

TW: Morell is his own warning. Romanticized cannibalism, graphic descriptions.

It doesn't matter why you do it. Maybe it comes from a place of genuine fear. You think, with your stress-fried brain, that perhaps offering the large human-eating monster a part of yourself to eat could grant you freedom.

Morell certainly speaks of you as if you're the most divine-tasting creature to ever walk this Earth- Yet he won't risk eating you. He's told you you're too good to eat, because he won't find another one quite like you again. If you solve Morell's conundrum and give him just a tiny piece of yourself without a fight, could that be your ticket out of this hellhole?

Of course not, who the fuck are you kidding?! But you still tried anyway, didn't you?

Because it's your only thread of hope left. Without it, you'll break. You're not ready to give up, you have to try something. It's that wild animal desperation that prompts you to speak when Morell brings you out of the warehouse during closing hours.

" W-What if you just t-took some of my thigh? " You begin meekly while the mushroom giant tidies random cutlery. Morell freezes, back turned to you.

" Y-You like that part, r-right? I promise I won't fight, if- If you let me go afterwards... " The lack of reaction is raising bumps all across your body. He's just... Standing there, still as stone. You know he heard you, the kitchen is quiet, no one would miss it. " M-Morell? "

You hardly ever use his name. Maybe that's what kickstarts the macabre chef into action. In a blink, those large spotted hands dart for his cleaver and he's crowding your curled up form against the wall.

You've never seen such a wild look on his face before. His pupils are dilated to the point where his eyes are nearly all black. The edges of his toothy grin stretch past the chunky pink scarf around his neck and lower face. The monster always looks at you like a wolf at a chicken pen, yet the gaze he's sparing you now reveals nothing but pure sickness.

The monster crouched in front of you grabs your cheeks between his thumb and index, forcing your head forward, inches from his own. " Aw piggy, that's just so nice of ya. " He chuckles. " Wantin' ta gimme a taste? Yer too sweet... " The monster places a mock kiss on your own forcibly puckered lips, chuckling.

The moment Morell peels back, you get to see the massive shape tenting his smock. Oh God, he's getting turned on by this. Of course he is, this is his thing, he likes eating humans, what the fuck did you expect? Still, even if you have to humor his sick fetish, it might be a way out. However small the chance of that being the case is...

He definitely caught you looking. The large monster brings one palm to rub teasingly at himself while the other grabs onto your knee, yanking your leg up with such brutal force that you yell out in terror, of being dragged so easily as opposed to the pain itself. The chef rests said leg against his front and gropes its length greedily.

" This 'ere thigh? " He claps a palm over the meat of your limb. The force behind it spreads tingles on your skin. " All fer me? "

What the fuck kind of question is that? How are you supposed to respond? " Y-Yes, all- All for you. " Your fear-addled brain supplies, confused.

The predatory glint in his eyes brightens, it's not long before the mushroom monster is fumbling with his pants to fish his engorged cock out. It's... A peculiar looking thing, you'll admit. Certainly big enough to scare. You try to not stare and keep calm as Morell begins lazily stroking himself to your words.

The lustful chef grabs his cleaver and brings it to the rags on your chest- They can't really be called clothes after the tears and blows they've taken. In a flash of silver, there's a cut through the middle of said fabrics. Your breasts bounce free for your captor's hungry eyes. You want to cover yourself, scream and hit and call him every name in the book, but... But maybe this can still work?

" And if I wanted ta cook yer juicy cut, would ya be a good piggy? Do it with me? " He rumbles, breath heavy with his own enjoyment of the fantasy.

You shudder at the thought of having to cook part of your body for his pleasure, hesitantly nodding with a pained grimace on your face.

" Well I'll be damned... " Morell groans, squeezing himself lewdly. " Since yer bein' so good, I'll let ya pick the seasoning! Sound good, piglet? "

You can barely force yourself to nod this time, chest heaving in horror as soon as you feel the blade of that cursed meat cleaver rest on the smooth expanse of your bare upper thigh. You can see it in the monster's eyes, he's already calculating what part to take and how to do it cleanly. The way the chef practically steams with lust is grotesque, bringing his tongue to lave at blunt yet powerful teeth and tinting his cheeks a dull ocean blue.

" Oh, one last thing honeypie- " Morell begins anew after his silent evaluation, thumb spreading precum over the tip of his fat cock. " I need ya to sit down at the table and eat it with me too. "

The way he says it, so giddy, as if such is the most romantic thing the two of you could ever do together- It makes something deep inside you shrivel up in unadulterated repugnance. He's seriously considering it, making you cook your own flesh and eat it with him?! Just because... Just because it gets him off. The way he's quietly grunting in pleasure at the mere thought of it kills you inside. He's going to come from this alone. You can't- You can't do this. It's too much, it's horrible, you don't want to-

" Well then, let's get'cha on the cuttin'- "

" No! " You cry out, starting to sob in barely repressed panic. " P- Please please- I'm sorry no- "

" No? " Morell taunts, a colder glaze to his hues.

" Mm'sorry- Please Morell- I d-don't wanna- "

The chef shakes his head and snorts, starting to chuckle under his breath. " Knew ya were bluffin' piggy... " He coos, stroking his knuckles over your cheek tenderly. As tenderly as a human-eating monster can really.

" Ya know what they do ta liars where I'm from, pretty pig? " The mushroom monster growls, grabbing your wrist tightly, ignoring your frightened cry of pain. " Cut 'em fingers off one by one. Till they got no more. Then... Then they take the tongue. "

" PLEASE- I'M SORRY- " You don't know what else to say. He's gonna cut your fingers off, he's going to bite them off, swallow them forever oh God fuck why did you even do this-

" Sssshh- Hush, hush now. 'S okay... " The giant shroom soothes, petting your hair with his other, dirty hand. You don't even care, you just need to calm down. He edges your trapped wrist towards his exposed groin, still standing at attention in spite of- Or perhaps because of, your distress.

" Now fix yer mess. And don' make promises ya can't keep next time... "

[strawberry-nugget]

the void you fill

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima / reader

Summary / author's note: shameless self ship fic that i wrote about a helpless situationship with kirishima

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex(kinda? they do have sex but its not that graphic), smoking. kirishima is kinda an asshole bc hes a libra man. All characters are over the age of 20, minors do not interact

Word count: 4 k

You've ghosted him for a month when your doorbell rings at 2 am on a Wednesday night. It's not like you count the days, but it's not like you don't either -because when the sudden sound makes you jump from your spot on your couch, almost causing you to drop your plate and all its fillings, you find yourself hoping, praying, that it's him. 

You tell yourself that it's an atrocious thought at least, that he's a guy you got to spend time with, got attached, never even dated and now you have to get over, but your plate lays forgotten on your sofa nonetheless, bread crumbs and some of the oregano you've sprinkled on your yakitori, pooling all around the plate. 

It's almost frightening to take the steps to your intercom, and a million thoughts run through your head at the speed of light -who could this be around such an hour, or even what would they want. For a second you think that maybe it's Kyouka or perhaps another friend of yours, that it's an emergency, but then that thought gets sucked into the back of your brain when you press the button of the intercom. 

No one seems to answer and your heart is set at ease again. Maybe it's food delivery and they've gotten the name on the doorbell wrong. It happens, though not very often, but it never fails to give you a rush of anxiety. 

And everything's fine, until it's not.

Everything's fine until the intercom buzzes again. Everything's fine until you realise that whoever rang your bell was indeed there for you and everything's fine until you almost fall to your knees when you hear the voice that calls back to you from the little speaker of your intercom. 

"Heyy, it's me, Eijiro"

He speaks as if he doesn't have a single care in the whole world. As if he's so carefree and always kind, it's so typical of him that you almost forget it should be freezing outside. Is he ever cold? You wonder. You havent heard his voice in so long it almost sounds fake, like a dream. One like those youve been repeatedly having.

"Can I come in?"

"Ah sure I guess" -lies- you don't want him to come in, you want to be left alone, but your tongue is faster than your brain

"Floor?"

"Fifth"

…..

Kirishima fills a weird space in the void of your apartment. You're not quite sure he fits into place, too tall and bulky, too happy go lucky for the moodiness of everything that makes this house your home. 

It's perhaps your first impression of him going through your door, barely fitting in doing so, or how he looked as dumb as a fish when he got out of the elevator, searching for your apartment at the right side of the elevator when he could clearly see you were -waiting with your front door almost all the way open- to the left. 

You don't know why he's here and by the looks of it he doesn't either. He looks around a lot and you assume it's because of the new space that lies around him. Small house, not much to see, except for your posters and maybe the pile of cigarettes on the ashtray in the middle of your coffee table there's nothing that could give away your life -oh maybe the collection of beer cans by the sofa should be a candidate on that list as well. 

"You're going through it"  Is the first thing he utters to you and it feels like he's going to run away. You'd hate to be in his place. You've avoided being in his place for oh so long and now it's come to bite you in the ass. 

"how do you have my address?"

"I asked jiro" And you're supposed to trust her after that. "I just really wanted to see you" 

Kirishima wants and you give. It goes like this on the regular. On days you're not even feeling yourself, you end up wanting to reach out, to be human, to show that there's an ounce in you that cares for his well being more than you care about your stupid ego. And youre not quite sure you get your point across. tha t youre sweet. That you give when no one wants to take that your empathy is something everyone should admire and for that they shouldnt let you go. 

Youre not even sure sweet old eijiro thinks of you as the angel youre trying to present yourself as, youre not sure he cares. You feel annoying most of the time. Wrapped up in feelings you shouldn't have, covered by a thick blanket of denial -eijiro doesn't want you, your friends say, or perhaps he does and he can't handle you- and you don't know what of these two is more confusing.

And him being here right now, feels surreal. Theres no clue that point to him caring about you and yet hes visiting you out of the blue, like its something that he does every single day, so casually and easily played. 

Played.

The right word for it. Cause that's what youre being right now. Played. And even though you know it, nothing makes you want to kick him out. The longer he stays, the longer his smell will linger into your apartment, and maybe that will even stop you from smocking. The sullen sulking in your living room, wrapped in your fleece blanket, crying your heart out over the man that stands before you this very second. Youve already pictured it.

“Why did you want to see me?”

He doest reply directly, only because he sees you fidget with your fingers -he knows youre nervous, hes nervous too- and he knows youre looking for your pack of tobacco. So its a notice more than a sentence thats nicely worded when he opens his mouth to say “well i was wondering how youve been”

Your heart sinks a little by the time theres a filter tip stuck between your lips. He could have texted. Its been so long. He could have called or texted if he wanted to show you that cares. Hell, he could have announced he was on his way to your house in some kind of way so you wouldnt have to go through this right now. Yet there's joy and emotional fulfillment at the thought of him taking this extreme measure.

“Ive been good, thanks” your reply dryly and he chuckles again

“Well I'm not a random off the street. Elaborate.”

“Ive been doing great. Drowning in homework but otherwise ive been well”

He looks at you and then he looks around. Theres a sunken misery in your space that he cant quite name. A hint of him being unwanted, youd like to think that thats the vibe your emitting and if its not, you hope the first drag of your cigarette takes your thoughts away. But nothing shut your brain down.

“I see that” he says and his lips run to the side of his face “you shouldnt smoke inside”

Now its you who wont reply, not out of spite, but just because you lack the courage to stand up and tell him you just cant find the strength to walk to your balcony. How could he ever understand that at the mention of his name your legs go numb and your heart palpitates? How could he know that and not run away?

Its best he doesnt know. 

That it's over bearing being in the same room as him, now that he’s not touching you , now that hes not placing chaste kisses on the insides of your wrists. Now that things have grown so complicated that you dont know how to act. 

You dont even look at him. Not when you dust off your cigarette at the ashtray, not when take another drag with your head facing your ceiling- maybe now he knows hes over bearing. A burden to your heart. Someone you should have never met because this is so fucking awkward.

From the other side of your couch he cant take his eyes off of you, though, he doesn't seem to want to talk. With one cheek painfully red and the other trying to catch up, his movements look like they're in slow motion until he sees you put out your cigarette. You wouldn't pressure him to talk, you wouldn't pressure him to even stand in the same room as you if that was something you could do. 

You tell yourself a man like kirishima doesnt know how to act. Hes fun to hang out with -or so youve been told- hes smart, hes effortlessly cute and-

“Im sorry i pulled away” and he apologizes too much for things he chooses to do. “Ive been swamped with chores and life has been killing me lately, i couldnt possibly find time to message you on the regular. Theres been so much that i had to do and im so sorry if you fet like im an asshole. I probably am.”

Your bad side wishes its him appreciating how good of a person you are, that his guilt is eating him. But it also tells youthat you mean absolutely nothing to him for him to feel this way. 

Then why is he here? 

Why are you letting him in?

Because theres not a bone of critical thinking in this body of yours when youre in love. And following an unfortunate series of events youve come to the conclusion that youre in love with him.

“You dont have to apologize for things you knowingly do.” you say nonetheless and there's a voice in you that cheers you up for that. Youre a big girl who can stand up on her feet

Him, in turn, is out of words, and when enough time passes by you go for rolling another smoke. Maybe its because you dont wanna fidget anymore, or because you cant be even more nervous, or even because you want him to care; he does- he takes the tobacco off your hands, gently, and his fingers touch your so featherly that you barely even feel them. And theres no electricity, no big thunderous moment that makes you stop and stare into the eternity of his eyes. Yheres familiarity. Comfort. The sole thing that made you fall for him more than anything else. His touch feels natural on you.

Maybe thats his way of showing you he cares. Showing up here unexpectedly, subtly trying to check on your health.

“Are you eating properly?” he asks next, like theres a sack of questions and hes pulling them out one by one. No context whatsoever.

“Im doing the best i can”

“Uhh, want me to uh, cook for you?”

He looks around again and smiles nervously, spasmodically. Like his cheeks cant make any movements on command. And you look away from him as you imagine what itd be like to take another drag of a cigarette right now. 

“Why do you care so much?”

“Youre uh, human i guess” he mutters, unsure of how you’ll take this response. Hes said so many shitty things tonight, you probably dont even have to give him any more answers

Youre silent again, uncomfortably silent, sitting on your very small corner on your own couch, curled up so you wont take space, pointing your whole body away from his so you wont violently enter his field of vision, so you wont bother or annoy him. Youre fine as long as he doest catch up to your tactics, you tell yoursel, but if he doesnt then that means he doesnt care about you, ad if he does your anger will only ever boil more in the pit in your stomach.

You only look at him again when he gets up; its only then that words leave your mouth, because you havent thought them over, the blurt our of you like vomit

“Youre leaving?”

“I uhm, wanted to… cook…”

“You dont have to cook”

“Then should i leave?” he asks and looks at you, as if youre supposed to have a default reply to that. Like you know whether you want him to stay or not 

“I- i dont really have an answer for that” you sigh, in the time hes taken to get up youve already rolled a cigarette, youve already started smoking it as well “i dont mind”

“Its a simple question. Do you want me to stay, or do you want me to go?” the slight temper in his tone is painted on his cheeks, in red, like his hair, like the details on his shirt. Its cute- you think, to have another chance to see him like this, especially when he huffs, frustrated, embarrassed to be in the position that hes in.

You never would have guessed your next meeting would go like that. Itll be entertaining to look back to this moment when youre over him. Yet for now your heart is set on beating at the speed of light at the sight of him walking to where hes taken off his shoes.

“Stay” you mutter, embarrassed just like him, with smoke coming our of your mouth; you must look horrendous, funny even and even though you doubt he ever heard you, you dont miss the way he looks at you, with one shoe in his hand, before he drops it and walks to his side of the couch again.

“We could watch a movie” he suggests as hes sitting down “would you like that?”

You nod, not finding it in you to utter another word to him. Maybe you should have said that. Maybe he did want to leave and now hes feeling guilty over you begging him to stay like that, maybe the space he takes on your couch isnt enough for him and you need to make yourself smaller for him to fit because hes breathtakingly close to you

“I dont wanna keep you here if you wanna go, i wasn't ordering you to stay, of course you can go anytime that you wan-” 

By the time you realize that hes kissed you to shut you up, hes far away from you again, eyes looking anywhere but in yours, his hands still lingers on the top of your shoulder, after having fallen from your face. You dont kiss him back. You feel too embarrassed to dive into his face and kiss him again. And while making the first move for something that you wants isnt something you should be ashamed of, it hurts to think that your kiss will be unwanted.

Youve somehow convinced yourself it will be. 

The movie you chose to watch is silently agreed on. Something you both enjoy. There's no time for arguing over what to watch. You need comfort in familiarity, to feel the warmth of something that you've known, something that'll never change no matter the time and place.

So when you put on the last Jedi there's no second thought about it. 

Interspace fights and romance take you away for a good thirty minutes before there's an interruption to the tune of galactic laser. 

“I'm sorry about our fight" 

You mumble an -almost- inaudible sound. It's so overpowered by the anxiously loud beeps of Star Wars. Kirishima doesn't pause the movie to continue speaking. It's better this way. The noise of the movie fills the void between his sentences. 

"I don't know why I got so fucking mad. I don't even know why I said what I said to you."

"It's okay"

"It's not. Stop pretending that it is. Listen-"

"You don't have to apologize for something that you meant to say"

"But I didn't mean it. I should have never told you you're making me not want you"

"Then why did you?" You pause the movie at this and uncomfortable silence fills the room again. 

It should have been a simple question. No malice behind it but the tune in which you deliver it carries an endless sorrow with it. You're really just asking him why he hates you this much so he can have this temper with you and never feel like he should keep his mouth shut instead of hurting you. 

"You wanted to hurt me, Eijiro. You wanted me to feel defeated. You wanted me to feel bad."

"I wanted to hurt you" He says, his eyes stealing away from yours "but only because I felt hurt too."

It's true. He doesn't know who's with you at nights where he's not. It's more frequent that he's not around and the thought of someone else taking the place he feels like he's earned is killing him. The thought of you seeking out romance in someone else is gut wrenching to him. How could he possibly believe that you're not doing this when he's not offering you what you want? 

He wants to hurt you for hurting him. It's childish. More so when you know you never actually did anything to hurt him. It's his own head that's killing this. His jealousy, his insecurities. The thought of you having all the freedom in the world to find someone else, to fall for someone else. The times you've spent with kirishima aren't numerous, you can count them with one hand and still he- he feels as if letting you go isn't an option. 

"I'm tired of people wanting to hurt me when I've never done anything to hurt them"

"I don't like this. It's fucked up to speak like this to you and I'm sorry. "

You would have accepted his apology. Had it not been for him mastering his most monotonous voice you'd already be on your knees, trying to apologize instead of him. But you won't take that role for now, as much as you'd like to be the one to take the blame for everything you just can't. 

"Kyouka said I shouldn't talk to you about this, that you'll get mad. But your words and actions do hurt me. I want you. It's hard for me not to care about how you choose to act towards me."

He scoffs, of course he scoffs, and buries his head in his palms. You wouldn't know about the lamp in his throat, you wouldn't even know about that anxious feeling in his gut. Same way he doesn't know about yours. He doesn't know that you feel as if you've made the worst mistake of your life for uttering the words you did. He doesn't know you're about to make it worse. 

"I don't wanna lose you"

"What's there to lose?" He asks and you beg to repeat what you said. 

"I don't wanna lose you"

The words in his brain are reduced to none. There's neither a simple nor a complex sentence that can be woven in his mind. His spit is dry in the back of his throat, but a sound, even the one that comes from cleaning your throat, is prohibited. 

There's no reply to your words and your confession lingers in the air uncomfortably as he unfreezes the movie. Maybe the cure for this could be his hand that comes to wrap around you. To bring you closer. Closer and closer until he's pressing your head into his chest -even that's a little bit uncomfortable on the physical realm- so much you can hear his heartbeat. 

You know this sound. It left you in awe when it wouldn't slow down around you. It had once made you feel special. Now it's an indulgence you allow yourself to fall into. A way to calm your crazed mind down, maybe, maybe, if you closed your eyes you'd cherish it even more. You'd hear it better -since it's already overshadowed the sound of Star Wars in the background- you'd imprint it in your brain. 

There's no complaining coming from your side or his. With the way you're curled up on each other, there's no actual space between you, therefore, no space for your insecurities to hop in between. There's no wondering whether he wants it or not, whether he's cuddling you for his enjoyment or to shut your pestering up. You're just living in this moment, all sleepy and mushy and still in his arms. 

Eventually your head slips onto his lap. Your heavy eyes squished between his thigh and the hand he brings to ruffle between your hair. The circles he rubs on your head feel so soothing that it's unreal; how even sleeping they make you. You don't even believe this isn't a dream. Not like there's room in your head to doubt anything. When you look up at him his eyes are already wandering across your face, gently, as his eyebrows are raised. 

And then he kisses your forehead. Then your eyes, your lips, for as brief as a second lasts, and then your chin. Not another second passes in the time he takes to look you in the eyes once more before he's attacking your mouth again and again, this time feverishly, like he's a man starved. 

You don't even realize where your both of your shirts have gone by the time he picks you up and takes you to your bed, you only give in to the feeling of his chest exuding warmth, like a furnace and the fact that he's on you like an animal the second he places you on the bed. 

Eijiro- who wouldn't even try to kiss your neck otherwise- has launched an attack to the tender skin of your neck. And there's no stopping in the way that he's handling you; kissing, sucking, biting every single spot his mouth can reach while his fingers have wiggled their way inside your panties, pressing right onto your clit with force. 

"Eijiro s-slow dow-" You say, grabbing his hand to indicate where do you want him to slow down and even if he listens to you, your speech is cut in half by his lips on your again. 

He's onto kissing your chest so feverishly, mouth finding your nipple and sucking so hard he could leave a hickey, he's sucking every bit of skin his mouth can find, just like he did to your neck, before he's trailing even lower. The kisses he places on your belly are so soft, it's unlike any other time you've fucked, they don't make you feel insecure about your body -not like they used to- and if you could think right now you'd ponder over this go-back and whether it's actually good for you. 

Notice: It's not. But you want him so much that you cant stop yourself.

 And the way he works around you makes you melt. When hes pushing you face down that mattress or when he looks you in the eyes while rocking into you. You're not sure how you'll ever recover from this and maybe its good that you won't. Your feelings for him have resurfaced again and so they do with every feverish touch, every embrace he's taking you when you come, or the ones he takes you in when he does in turn. 

The body to body, skin to skin contact fills in that void you've been feeling. It makes you forget about all the times you've fought before you stopped talking to him, it makes you feel like you can look at him now and smile again but it hurts like you been shot through the heart. It's unreal that something that makes you feel so good makes you hurt so bad.

There's this everlasting pain in your chest that makes you unable to breathe. You're not sure you can watch him walk out of the door to your apartment and you cant put your trust in the thought that he might come back again just like he did today. So when he falls asleep with you in his arms, you hope you wont be awake when he leaves. 

Your eyes hurt as they finally close, teary as they can get, only when the first rays of sun peek through your curtains. You hope he cant feel the tears that have bled over his chest, because if he does, youre sure he’ll leave earlier than he should.

[grineerios]

Meet Crux (pronounced CREW-s or CREW-ks), my Solaris OC! (and his Kubrow-)

Crux is the primary spokesperson for a remote ice-mining detail of Solaris in Neptune Proxima. He leads, five, maybe six other Solaris, and often acts as a mediator between them and the ten-ish Corpus that oversee the operation.

Crux has quite a few augments- the most notable of which replaces his right arm and shoulder. A modified Shockwave MOA leg, imbued with experimental Arson Eximus technology- bought off a black market, of course- makes punching or crushing ice trivial, an ability that's saved the lives of both Solaris and Corpus on occasion. He lost his left leg (below the knee) as a down payment on his augments. Additionally, he has a few minor strength augments on his right leg to make heavy lifting easier.

Not much is known about his past, since he doesn't like to talk about it- but there have been rumors passed around about him being a failed archaeologist, or treasure-hunter.

On one of the rare occasions that Crux left Neptune Proxima to trade on Earth, he met Master Tesonai, who sold him a Kubrow puppy, who very quickly became the unofficial mascot of his group of Solaris, much to the chagrin of the Corpus. Crux named her Auron, after the golden metal in the region. She's around a year old at the moment- still very much a puppy. :>

Crux is fascinated by Orokin artifacts, and will hoard or steal any that he finds, regardless of the consequences most of the time.

Not that he faces many- the Corpus he's stationed with tend to live in fear of him, even though they hold more authority than him. Given that under Crux's leadership, work is done efficiently, and that their spokesperson has a fucking eximus arm, the Corpus are forced into a position where they have to put up with Solaris bullshit, occasionally- lest Crux make them into Dagath imitations. (that is to say, punch a hole clean through their heads.) This does bring peace between the groups, but it's an incredibly tense truce. On very rare occasions, though, the Corpus and Solaris do get along quite well.

Crux is aware of Solaris United, but isn't involved due to the remote nature of A) being in a Proxima region and B) the closest planet being Neptune. He may also have minor disagreements about the way SU handles things, but that's neither here nor there.

He has a pretty simple design. Six lights on a rectangular panel make up his "face", and he tends to dress plainly, with a very worn hat that he feels incredibly self-conscious without, and bandana. He has a repeating dovetail tattoo that (on his organic arm, his left-) goes from his shoulder to the back of his hand. Occasionally, he gives his bandana to Auron to wear. or chew on, let's be honest. He also has a single glove, with a two-bar design on its back.

His MOA arm has replaced up to, and including his shoulder blade, and has Orokin-esque proportions, with a significantly longer "forearm". His "hand" has three "fingers", and can be superheated at will.

He was initially meant as a warframe universe persona for myself, but things very quickly spiraled out of hand when I started coming up with lore for him. He's really his own thing, now.

Bonus: His name is derived from the word "Crucible", keeping with his running theme of gold.

[trin-gvf]

S.F.K - Morning sex

3.1k words minors DNI

sub!sam x fem!dom

WARNINGS: mommy kink, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap), overstmulation, slapping, degradation

this is very smutty hope u enjoy 😙

your face contorted as you felt wet licks to your cheek. you furrowed your eyebrows as you soon realized it was rosie coming in to give you morning cuddles.

"awww hi baby! hi ms. rosie! good morning, pretty girl!" you said in your baby voice, petting the dog that was atop of you. she gave you licks and kisses as you laid there, waking up before deciding to walk and try to find your boyfriend.

"alright rosie, cmon girl let's go" you said, letting her outside the sliding glass door you guys had in your shared room. you didnt bother to stay and let her back in, knowing she would come in through the doggy door in the livingroom.

once you shut and locked the door, you looked down at your body, seeing the marks and scratches you had gotten due to the events last night. you looked around, not quite wanting to put clothes on just yet. you decided on a satin robe you had recently bought. it was an emerald green robe with a floral print around the shoulders and down the sides of your body. you tied it up to where you could see the cleavage of your boobs, but your nipples just shy of showing. it didnt do well to cover your ass, about half of it was still out but your could care less.

it covered your pussy in all the right ways, just barely revealing it when you walked. as you finished admiring yourself, you walked down into the kitchen. you smelled the aromas of pancakes, oatmeal, coffee and vegans eggs and sausage.

you sneakily made your way and wrapped your arms around his stomach, kissing his bare back.

"hi sammy" you said as he put his hand on your two hands.

"good morning, my love"

you both swayed to the vinyl playing in the back. it was your favorite song.

"all this for me, sammy?" you questioned, still hugging him from the back.

"i wanted to surprise you" he said, you didnt even need to see his face to know a blush had crept onto it.

"you look good, baby" you whispered, barely loud enough to hear.

"thank you, love" he said

you kissed his back once again, feeling the muscle under it relax as you pressed your lips to it.

"so pretty for me…" you said as you took small nibbles at his skin. it caused goosebumps to spread across the exposed skin. you nibbled up to his shoulders, the spot where his neck met his shoulders and finally his neck. it was a more a mix of wet kisses, your tounge swiping across his sweet, sweet skin and lastly those nibbles that made him fall to his knees for you.

"y-y/n..im cooking breakfast-"

"oh? youre cooking breakfast? too bad." you said as you left his skin cold, walking away. you leaned against the table. giving him a good, great view even of your body through the robe.

"wait y/n- ohh my god" he gasped as he turned towards you.

his eyes sunk into his head, he froze in his spot and nothing but whimpers were coming out of his mouth.

"sammy, baby? whats wrong?" you questioned until you heard a small "drip"

oh. my. god.

he just came in his pants. he actually came in his pants.

"wh-when did you…i- well uh…when did you get that-...that uh robe"

you walked up to him, touching his bare chest.

"its brand new, baby, pretty isnt it?"

you took his hands and let him untie the robe, letting it fall to your sides, exposing your breasts and your now soaked pussy.

"yeah..yeah its really pretty.."

"yeah? you think so? pretty enough to make you cum on the spot?"

you both looked down the very visible wet spot running down his leg and the white sticky liquid that was now on the floor.

"i-i couldnt help it! you look too good."

"tell mommy how pretty she is." you whispered as you nibbled on his ear lobe, kissing down his neck. as he rambled those stupid fucking words to you, you stuck a hand in his pants. his pants were flowy and a pretty floral design on them. you pulled his cock out and got on your knees.

"mommy youre so gorgeous, dont wanna do anything but worship you. could look at you for hours and hours- oh- oh fuck!" he was interrupted with your mouth on his cock.

you teased him by sucking on just the tip of his cock, giving it the softest kitten licks. you finally put the rest of the tip into your mouth, sucking off the cum that was left from what the poor boy had just done.

"you dirty boy. came just at the sight of mommy. what am i going to do with you?"

he went to answer but before you could, he let out a cry. you shoved his cock all the way down your throat and massaged at his balls.

he put a hand into your messy bed hair and tried to move your head, leading you to pull off of him.

"look at you, youre like a whore trying to cum any chance he gets. is my baby a whore?"

he stood stunned for a second before you stood up and pulled his hair.

"i asked you a question, mister. you better answer me."

"yes! yes mommy!"

"whose whore are you?"

"im-im yours!"

being satisfied with the answer, you fell back to your knees.

"i think mommy should get these icky things off her baby." you said, more talking out loud to yourself than him. you pulled his pants off and watched as he stepped out of them.

you kissed his thighs, causing your poor boy's legs to shake.

you put your two hands on his ass and looked up at him.

"gunna be a good boy for mommy?"

he nodded.

"use your words, samuel."

"yes mommy im gunna be so fucking good for you"

you smiled as you licked the underside of his cock, watching it jump as your tongue traveled it. when you got to the tip of it, you gave the top side small kisses. you finally took him into your mouth. you took about half of him yourself, the lower half being pushed into your throat by your hands on his back side.

you watched his mouth fall open as he looked down to watch you swallow his dick. his hair fell perfect around his face, framing it in an almost angelic way.

you pulled away, gasping for air as you stayed on his cock for too long. once you felt you were stable enough, you lowered your mouth onto his cock once again. this time you bobbed your head. every other time you came up, you would find some degrading thing to tell him.

"you sound like a fucking porn star. such a shame only mommy's ears get to hear it."

samuel had a kink for getting caught. he would wish that just once you would be loud enough for his brothers to hear while theyre spending the night. or he would try to pull a move on you in movie theaters, loving the thrill of it all.

when you came up once again, you spoke sinful words towards the boy.

"mommys little slut, your stupid whimpers are pathetic. couldnt even hold yourself together seeing me this morning."

as you placed your lips back down to his cock, bobbing your head, wet noises and gags were heard all through the livingroom.

"mommy please 'm gunna cum!"

you kept going, eye-ing him to give him the permission to cum. you watched sam release his cum down your throat. the man above you didnt know what to do because he felt so good. his arms were shaking and moving positions every other second because he just felt too good.

you pulled off of him, a string or two of spit still connecting between your lips and his cock.

you stood up and gripped the back of his hair, pulling his head closer to yours. you pulled him in for a kiss as he tasted the sweet, sweet cum he had provided you with.

he placed his hands on your hips as you guided both your bodies down the hallway back to the room you just woke up in. sammy sat at the edge of the bed, watching you.

you ever so slowly let the robe fall down your body. you giggled as you watched sams dick jump again.

"aw what, your cock isnt gunna cum for me again? untouched? like a fucking 14 year old?" you watched him try to act like your words didnt go straight to his cock.

you let your hand fall down to your chest, squeezing your nipples. it caused you to moan and arch your back against the wall.

when you opened your eyes back up, you saw sam with his dick in hand.

you walked up to him, smacked his cheek and then his hand.

"did mommy say you could touch yourself?"

"no mommy..no you didnt"

"so why are you fucking doing it?"

"it hurts, i need to cum again mommy." he loved using mommy in every sentence. ot gave him a sense of who he belongs to.

"oh yeah? you need to cum again? watch yourself before you say something you regret, my sweet boy." you gave him and soft slap to his face and took a couple steps back. you pulled a chair over, one you kept in your room for this reason specifically, and sat on it.

"now. youre going to watch mommy make herself feel good and you arent going to do a damn thing about it."

"yes mommy.."

"good boy. so good for mommy."

you took your middle and ring finger of your left hand and licked the pads of them, getting them wet enough to circle your clit. once you felt they were wet enough you looked sammy in the eyes as you began to touch yourself. you used your free hand to touch your tit, you sped up your left hand and started to buck your hips.

"ohh fuck sam, oh baby" you moaned, knowing itd get him going.

as you got closer and closer to your orgasm, your fingers went fast and the hand gripping your tit got tighter. you finally tipped over the edge when through your moans, sams little whimpers hit you like a ton of bricks.

"oh fuckfuckfuck" you moaned, eyes still on sam. you squeezed your thigh together and slowly took your hands off your body.

"youre so pretty mommy.." he said.

you hummed in acknowledgment before going over to him. you took the two fingers that were used to fuck your cunt and placed them in sams mouth.

"see how good i taste." you said, sitting in his lap. you made sure his cock was laying flat against his stomach while you did so. you used your free hand to wrap around his neck and looked down at him through hooded eyelids.

"pretty baby.." you cooed as you watched him suck your fingers clean.

you removed your fingers from his mouth and slowly moved your fingers down his torso, down to his cock once again.

he gasped as your fingers swirled around his precum.

"sam, my sweet boy. guess what mamas gunna do for you?"

"wh-whats mama gunna do?"

"im going milk your pathetic little balls until you have nothing left to give me." you whispered in his ear.

a shiver went down samuels spine as you spoke your words.

"are you going to be a good boy about it?"

"im gunna be a good boy mommy. i promise."

you leaned down and kissed his neck as you rutted your wet pussy against his painfully hard cock.

as you moved your hips, wet sloshes came from the two of you. you both had been so wet for each other like never before.

you rubbed your clit against the head of sams cock, causing you to moan against his neck.

sam helped with the pleasure, moving his hips in a perfect way with yours to get the best angle.

"yes yes yes mommy just like that dont stop im so close!" was all you heard before another spurt of hot liquid was spilt over the two of you. sams body has started shaking, 3 orgasms being a lot so far.

you didnt give him anytime to come down from that high before you lined his cock up with your pussys entrance, pushing him into you. sammy tensed up as you did so.

you slowly sunk down, letting his cock bottom out and stretch you out oh so wonderfully.

you gave him small praises.

"such a big cock. fills me up so good. doesn't it?" he just nodded as you were speaking. it wasnt enough for you and you decided to get the answer you wanted.

"tell me how good you fill me up. i want to hear your whiney voice while i fuck onto you." you demanded as you started grinding onto his cock. he hesitantly brought his hands up to your hips, not sure if he had the permission just yet.

"go ahead baby boy, touch mama. mark me up"

with that, he dug his nails into your hips, his eyes starting to water.

"cmon. i wanna hear it. tell me how good i make you feel." you said, keeping a steady pace.

"f-f-feels so good- oh my- and mommy is- fuck- mommy is so tight around- oh my gosh! so tight around my cock!!" you smiled at how much the poor baby struggled to speak. you watched his eyes as the tears started to spill over his water line.

you wiped the tears as you rode closer to your second orgasm.

"come on baby, make mommy cum. cum on your pretty little cock" you moaned out, getting more aggressive with your movements.

as sam got closer to his next orgasm, he leaned down and bit onto your shoulder.

you felt his hot tears the same second you felt his cock twitch. he came for the god know what time, as you came for your second.

you pulled off of him and ordered him to lay down all the way on the bed. he did just that but laid against the headboard some so he could watch you do whatever you were about to do.

you swiped up the cum that fell from your cunt and sucked it off your finger.

"you taste so good. its almost addicting." you said to him, letting a low laugh slip as you watched him shake and cry under your frame.

"whats your color baby?"

"green" he managed to say.

"oh you poor thing. nothing but a needy whore. look at you, shaking, covered in your own cum and you still want more."

more tears managed to find their way out of his eyes.

you didnt know how on earth his cock was still hard but you werent going to complain, this was possibly the hottest thing youve ever experienced with him.

you stroked his cock a couple times before sitting back on his cock. he yelped when you did so, due to his cock being more sensitive than it ever has been before.

"two more times baby. cum for mommy two more times."

he nodded and grabbed at the sheets as you moved against his cock. you took turns between grinding on it and hopping on it. when you would hop on it, he would watch your tits bounce up and down, almost like a kid in a candy store.

he tried to fuck into you, but you wouldnt let that happen.

"don't you dare. mommy didn't give you permission." you scowled at him as you gave his face a slap.

" 'm-m sorry mommy!" was all he was able to say.

"you fucking better be."

you decided to stick with hopping on his cock, feeling his dick twitch and move on its own once again.

"cum for me, cum with me." you said as you felt the rubber band in your stomach snap. you shook on his cock as you felt hot cum fill you up once again. you watched sam as he came, he was basically sobbing at this point but told you to go on. he begged you to go on.

"mommy please please one more time" he said through choked sobs.

"okay. but youre fucking me. mommy was so kind to fuck you and now its your turn."

you knew he couldn't do it. you knew his body was too sore and fucked out to do it but you wanted to watch him struggle as he tried.

he shakily lifted his hips before letting them fall back down.

"mommy- i-i cant…'m too-too.."

"fucked out?" you completed his sentence for him.

"how funny. just a second ago you were begging mommy to let you fuck her. youre nothing but a dumb puppy in heat. aren't you?"

you hopped off his cock as you went down to finish him off with a handjob.

"if you cant fuck mommy then I'll use my hand." you were fully satisfied, you just wanted to watch him squirm once more before you were done. when you felt the cum drip down your thigh, you took it on your fingers and into your mouth. you climbed back onto him once more, opening his mouth and spitting his cum into it.

"taste how good it is."

he swallowed and moved his head, saying that he wanted a kiss. you gave him what he wanted and gave in to a kiss, one full of passion, heat and lust. your tongues swirled as your hand made it was down to his cock one last time. he sobbed into the kiss and you moved your hand up and down. he barely fucked up into your hand as he was already on the verge of cumming his final time. he was so sensitive just came in less that a minute.

you pulled away from the kiss and watched his cock shoot a blank for the very first

"oh look at that. mommy kept her promise. i milked your cock for everything it had."

he caught his breath as his whole body shook. you wiped the tear stained cheeks he collected through this whole process. as he came down from what just happened, you cleaned him and yourself up. there was an ungodly amount of cum on his stomach and stuffed up into your womb. you even cleaned the bit that fell to the floor in the kitchen.

you wobbled around the kitchen, with the same robe on as earlier and fixed a plate for both of you, heating it up and bringing it into your bedroom.

you kissed his forehead and you watched him eat and drink orange juice.

"my sweet boy."