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onirique-amaranth · 1 year

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⎮The magnificent bird and the golden cage⎮

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: implied yandere, implied manipulative behaviour, toxic relationship

⏤ Summary: Who is the magnificent bird in the gold cage, and who keeps it locked there.

Part 2 → Ryusei Shido, Jyubei Aryu, Rin Itoshi & Sae Itoshi

✖︎ He tried to lock the Lammergeier in a golden cage, but ended up chaining himself to you.

✷ Shidou is an interesting and crazy man, he seeks to enjoy life to the fullest, and you became his new goal, along with playing football.

✷ His obsession with you started when he noticed how you were playing, as you were just like him and could make yourself along with others 'explode'. Shidou desperately wanted to play with you, knowing you could make him feel complete.

✷ Almost immediately, from the first interaction, he was open friendly and affectionate, also overly sexual with you most of the time. Whenever he was watching you, or when he was playing with you, his body was reacting in a violent and sinful way. Even during the time he played with Sae, it was never this powerful.

✷ He had to play with you, to be the only one getting your passes. It was a primal urge, the need to mark you as his and keep you for himself.

✷ You wouldn't leave his mind, at practice especially, he couldn't keep his eyes away from you, and tended to get violent with the ones trying to get too close. You couldn't even imagine his frustration when he got locked up for violent and aggressive behaviour.

✷ When he was released, he calmed down but would find other ways to scare others, putting some distance between you and them. It seemed like it was never going to stop, until you started to praise him. You would pat his head after a good goal, and praise him whenever he managed to play with his teammates.

✷ Everyone would think one thing: you tamed Shidou.

✷ Shidou would do anything to stay by your side, and even though he tried so hard to keep you for himself, locking you away… He was the one ending up at your feet, desperate for attention and love. Though, don't forget that he is a wild bird, he will not always behave and will certainly try to piss you off to see what you will do.

✷ With him by your side, you can forget about personal space, peace and a good night of sleep. But, you'll get a loyal man that won't let anything happen to you.

✖︎ You are the peafowl, and he is the falconer.

✷ Aryu is what we can call a pretty boy, most of his efforts go into his training and his routine. He is really hard-working, though he tends to get distracted sometimes.

✷ In the same way it went with Chigiri, Aryu got attracted by your appearance first, asking questions about your routine, and being overly touchy, but without bad intentions. Yet, even though he was pretty, and nice, being touched by an unknown man was weird and uncomfortable.

✷ When you slapped his hand away, asking for him to put some distance between, it was rather bizarre to see the male blush strongly. Instead of being mad or indifferent that he got pushed away, the man seemed to get flustered by it, and only wanted to be closer to you.

✷ At first, it was rather embarrassing and downward annoying to have someone following you around, but after a while, you got used to it. At some point, you weren't even noticing him by your side, only when he would touch your neck or massage your shoulders.

✷ Slowly, you would let him do his thing, do your skincare routine for you, massage your body, choose your clothes or change your diet depending on your habits. Without knowing it, Aryu was taking more and more place in your life, becoming someone you were relying on.

✷ It seems like he reached his goal, which was to have you for himself but without damaging your beauty or mental health. Aryu was rather proud of himself for this, knowing that as more time passed by, the more you would rely on him and let him have more control.

✷ He gently and nicely locked you in a golden cage, not wanting for the most beautiful bird to get tainted by anyone.

✖︎ You are the nice and gentle falconer, while he is the Steller’s Jay.

✷ You met Rin quite late during Blue Lock, and just like with anybody else, he did not care about you. He is not the kind of person to respect anyone, and not even acknowledge his own teammates, so you were just strangers.

✷ It took a few weeks to get acknowledged by him, and it was mainly because you were using the gym at the same time. The first time, he left immediately after, but after a few times, he started to get used to your presence.

✷ You never tried to talk to him, just throwing your water bottle his way when his own bottle was empty, or wordlessly helping each other if one is using heavy weights. It became such a habit to work out together, that Rin started to do the same exercises as you at the same time, copying you and incorporating them into his own workout.

✷ There was one time when you were unable to come to the usual routine of aftercare at the end of the day, since you promised Isagi to train with him. You thought it wouldn't matter, as you weren't friends or anything, and you certainly didn't expect to see Rin go search for you, frowning when he saw you training with someone else.

✷ Unbeknownst to you, Rin became used to your presence, the end of the day is the most relaxing moment for him, and he found it disturbing when you weren't here. So, uncaring of what others would think, whenever you weren't here at the usual time, he would come to find you and drag you away, whatever you were currently doing. He also wouldn't allow anyone in the room when you were both in here.

✷ At one point, you accidentally let out one compliment while he was doing an exercise, and since then, he would wordlessly beg for praise. Even in the middle of a practice match, you could feel his eyes on you, not looking away until you would look at him and nod, or smile.

✷ Then, it went to another level. By being together most of the time, Rin moved to your room, and having the same routine, you became the perfectly synchronized partner on the field. Rin did not only want to become the best striker in the world and beat his brother anymore, he also wanted to reach the top with you.

✷ He did not care if he became dependent on you, nor if he had feelings for you, and even less if he was out of character. You gave him the attention and care he needed, and now that he had it, he won't let you slip through his fingers. You were his emotional support, the only one he needed, so he will keep making you proud so you could stay by his side.

✷ Rin keeps you close, and makes sure you don't walk too far away from your shared path. But you still have control of the relationship, he's just a person begging for your attention and can't imagine you acting this way with anyone else.

✷ Your relationship is not necessarily toxic, but if you aren't paying enough attention, it may turn into unhealthy possessiveness.

✖︎ You are the Stresemann’s Bristlefront, and he is the falconer.

✷ After the match between Japan U-20 and Blue Lock, Sae couldn't shake off that something was missing. Playing with Shidou awakened something in him, the fact that someone could throw themselves into the match and let him control almost everything was a peculiar feeling. He needed to feel this sensation again.

✷ Unconsciously, he started to search for a player that could fit his criteria, but no one was good enough. Until he met a street football player, the kind of person that didn't seem impressed when they saw him for the first time.

✷ Sae was set on making you his player.

✷ He would purposely pass by your usual spot to see you play, doing this multiple times a week until he made a move, waiting for you to be alone before coming forward, stealing the ball from you. You played like this for a little while, only stealing the ball from the other, and Sae couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

✷ After this, he came to play with you multiple times, observing and mentally writing down information about you, going as far as asking your teammates. He had an entire set of notes only about you, your habits, preferences and playing style. Sae knew you could perfectly fit every criterion he had.

✷ Convinced that you were the one, he offered you a contract that you couldn't refuse, and also rushed you to sign quickly, so you couldn't see some clauses. That's how you found yourself following him around, as you could only join a club he was in, and had to follow him when he travels. In other words, you were always together.

✷ The first time you played together in an official match, the result was truly breathtaking. If Sae and Shidou were making a good team, you two were a match made in heaven. You were unpredictable and could still perfectly follow Sae, making you fast and impossible to block.

✷ Sae has never felt that way before, and was ecstatic, though, he refused to show you his satisfaction or happiness.

✷ On your side, you were in love with football, and Sae's game was letting you have all the fun you want to while guaranteeing a win. So, you were set on following him until you get bored, feeling complete by his side.

✷ As time passed by, you got more comfortable and affectionate, not caring if the man wasn't giving it back. He was known to be cold and serious, so you never expected much from him, and would never complain or be too close. At the same time, you also got more comfortable and flirty with your current teammates, as you tended to go to them when Sae was busy. It was obvious that you had a good relationship with all of them, a really good one.

✷ When Sae noticed what was happening, it was time to pull on the leash and put you back in your place, at his side. There wasn't anyone that was as perfect and synchronized with him as you, or anyone that could make him feel complete. So why were you spending so much time with other people?

✷ Now, Sae had the urge to keep you for himself, so he changed the clauses of the contract, hiding it behind a renewal. It was clear to him, you should only be his teammate, and your sole focus should be on him only too.

✷ Sae doesn't lose his mind, he's too smart and serious for this. But, he is completely against sharing what is his, so he doesn't hide his dissatisfaction when someone is supposedly taking you away.

✷ It takes him a really long time to figure out his real feelings, but when he does, don't even dare think about leaving him.

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megu-nya · 11 months

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★·.·´ CHAPTER 1 — SWEET ESSENCE `·.·★

★ ¦ ft: vampire!aryu jyubei x gn!reader

★ ¦ tw: nsfw :: dub-con (?) :: (little) porn with (much) plot :: blood kink :: blood sucking :: fingering :: penetration

★ ¦ summary: The silly idea of your friends to visit an abandoned mansion, partying there and go drunk ghost hunting turned into a massacre like the ones seen in a horror movie upon the owner finding out there were intruders in his precious home. Unlike your pals, you weren't able to die quick.

★ ¦ previous :: book I :: next

Ruby red blood was dripping down the pale, almost white, slender fingers adorned with black, almond shaped nails, the little crystal-like drops falling into the mouth of a predator, passing white shimmering fangs, landing on a pink but yet reddish tongue, the adams apple of the man moving with every swallow of the sweet liquid until there was nothing left. But he wasn't satisfied yet. He needed more.

"Oh, this one's still living", he said, his orbs moving to the corner of his eyes to catch a glimpse of your fragile form trying to escape from this massacre, looking like a crime scene out of a bad horror movie. You flinched, feeling his cold stare on you, body freezing in place, unable to even lift a finger. You felt like a deer in headlight, too stunned to be able to do something, only able to accept your fate.

In the blink of an eye, the man was in front of you, looking down on you, eyes glued onto all the bite marks he previously had left on you, thinking they were enough to take all of your life force, but this time he was wrong. For the first time in his hundreds-of-years-old life there was a human being that was able to survive getting feasted on by him. He truly was intrigued as to why this happened.

"Tell me your name, little thing", he said, flashing his fangs with every word spoken, remanents of the blood he sloppily drank earlier dripping out of the corner of his mouth but quickly getting caught by his tongue gliding over his bottom lip, the sight of it sending a shiver down your spine, your hands getting cold and sweaty, your brain telling you to run away but your muscles refusing to move even a millimeter.

"I said: tell me your name", he growled, seemingly annoyed at you not doing as he wished, being able to say a word, yet even your own name, mind all occupied with fear for your own life. His hand reached down and settled under chin, right around your neck, sharp nails digging into the sensitive flesh, ripping open the wounds he had left earlier with them, picking you up with a choke hold as if you weighed nothing, as if you were light as a feather, demonstrating his prowess to you and who was in charge of this situation.

"I won't repeat myself", he said, a hue of deep red shimmering in his otherwise yellow eyes. Your hands found their way onto his singular one groping your throat, choking you just enough to make you unable to wiggle away, as if you could, but still enough to take the air out of your lungs, mind getting all fuzzy and dizzy, starting to spin of the lag of oxygen reaching your grey cells as you tried to get rid of the hand around your soft flesh.

When the man noticed your body going limp, about to pass out from his strong hold he let you go, letting you fall onto the ground with a loud thud, watching you as you held your hand at your throat, coughing as you finally regained your senses and the good that your body desired so much finally returning into your system. "Speak, human", he demanded, growing even more impatient than he was before.

You glared up at him through your eyelashes, chest moving heavily up and down, trying to regain your strength. As mad at him and as disgusted you were of him, your desire to survive this situation overshadowed your broken ego, giving in and telling him your name, a satisfied huff leaving his pale lips. "See, wasn't so hard", he mocked you, eyes wandering up and down your body, mischief in his mind turning his cold features into a cocky smirk. Only the gods knew what he was thinking of in this moment.

"You're quite an... exception", he began to say. "Nobody has ever survived being fed off by me. I am really curious as to why", he continued, eyeing you thoroughly, even more thoroughly than he did before. "I'm very intrigued by you, my dear. How about we test out how long you can survive my... Ministrations", he smirked, not waiting for your response and picking you up, draping you over his should as if you were a sack of potatoes.

You squirmed around, kicking your feet against his stomach and slamming your fists into various parts of his back and shoulders, but in vain. Unfazed by your laughable tries of getting free he continued to walk until he reached his destination, opening the big double door. You couldn't see where he had taken you to until he let you fall onto something soft and silky. Blinking a few times you finally realised where you were — a bedroom.

"It was foolish of you and your little friends to think that this was an abandoned mansion you could use to party in", he chimed, amused by the look on your face when he took both of your wrists into one hand and pinning them above your head, not giving you even the slightest second to think about standing up and running away, tall frame looming over you, flashing you fanged grin.

Strands of his long, raven hair fell out of its low ponytail and into his face, building a contrast to his otherwise almost white as snow face. Within a second of having restrained you he leaned down, mouth hover right above the expanse of your neck, cold breath fanning over the sensitive flesh, making your shiver and goosebumps adorn your skin, trying to squirm away from his ice cold lips touching you.

A sharp, stinging pain ran through your whole body, making you tense and mewl in discomfort, his fangs breaking your skin and reaching their desired depth, drawing blood from the small wound, the encymes in his salvia mixing with your blood in order to keep it from clotting and closing the wound so he'll be able to feast as long possible, death always being his victim's, or rather prey's, only way out of this gruesome situation.

Only for a split second did his mouth leave your neck, latching onto it again to start suckling on the wound he has left on your delicate skin, lapping up your sweet life essence, groaning at it sliding down his throat, it's scent filling his nostrils and it's taste his mouth, overstimulating all of his senses, mind going hazy, unable to concentrate on anything else than the delicacy underneath his very own fangs.

For the both of you it was like a fever dream, so unreal and yet so real at the same time. Lost in your taste and scent, Aryu started to lose his composure, letting go of all that held him back, legs suddenly parting yours and aligning his crotch with your own, starting to rut against like a feral animal, sweet moans getting muffled by his mouth still working on your neck wound, mewls of pain and pleasure leaving your parted lips, eyes pressed together and a frown grazing your features.

But he couldn't fully feast on you, at least not yet. He needed to take his time if he really wanted to enjoy you to your full potential. "I apologise", he said when he got up and looked at your flustered face, cheeks and ears a deep red, tears at the swell of rolling down the apples of your cheeks, his chest heaving up and down as much as yours did, back of his hands wiping away the savlia that was about to drip down his sharp jawline.

"Normally I wouldn't let myself do something like this, but your taste... It's... Indescribable", he murmured, almost to himself. Aryu needed all his strength to hold himself back right now. The need to feed off of you and to fuck you senseless was equally strong. Never in his long life has he ever felt something like that, especially not towards his meal. He only knew about such a thing existing due to acquaintances of his experiencing it and telling him stories about it, but he never expected it to happen to him — a human who was fitting to be his bride.

"So the others were right. This really is a whole new sensation." His slender and cold fingers were running up and down your thighs and the side of your body, grazing the skin that was exposed ever so lightly, but still enough to make you shiver from the coolness of his. You raised an eyebrow at him, not understanding the gibberish he was talking about, eliciting a chuckle from the tall male.

"My dear", he spoke, softening his grasp on your wrists, letting go of one hand but still keeping the other in his own, bringing it up to his mouth and gently placing a featherlight kiss on the back of your hand, your cheeks heating up from his actions, making you all flustered all over again. "Let me make you mine in every way possible and I'll become yours for eternity."

You wanted to say no. You wanted to run away. But you couldn't. Something in you saw the man who was about to suck you dry in a totally different light. His features became attractive instead of being frightening. His voice became soothing instead of causing discomfort. Little did you know those changes in your attitude towards him were a side product of what caused the man above you to ask you to become his.

Vampires do not multiply by turning humans into their kind, but at the same time they are unable to mate with both, the living and the undead — or at least all of them except for one. For every vampire on this earth there is one human being that is destined to become their spouse, a fated mate one might say, but it has a twist to it.

It might take a vampire hundreds of years to find the human that belongs to them and once they did their blood becomes the sweetest and most delicious thing they have ever tasted in their life, never getting enough of them until they either accidentally kill their partner or fall so madly in love with them that they turn them into a vampire. This is the only time a vampire will be able to create another and after that being able to get pregnant or impregnate.

Aryu just knew that you were said "fated mate" for him, the way you tasted and the way he immediately became obsessed was enough evidence for him. Oh and the way you looked at him with your big doe eyes, tears grazing your waterline but being unable to roll down your blushing cheeks, made his heart and dick throb. He wanted to take you right here and now, continuing sucking your blood while blowing his load into you, not caring whether you'd be able to bear his child or not, alone the thought of it made him almost lose all of his self composure.

"Darling, please say yes", he almost whispered, words coming out breathy and like a plead, eyes pained from the urge to just fuck into you, but needing to hold back for yours and his sake, mouth watering at the sight of your chest heaving up and down heavily and the bite he had left on you, a little bit of blood still trickling down your delicate skin. His mouth was hanging agape, breathing through it and trying to calm himself down, his fangs showing from behind his lips, still covered in your blood.

You didn't know what overcame you when you finally gave in after an awfully long two minutes of not saying anything to agree. A spark of joy rushed through all of Aryu's body and right down to his dick, tip leaking even more with pre-cum and staining his underwear, but he was quick to get rid of it, as well as the rest of his clothes and your own. Once he saw you being fully naked he halted whatever he was about to do and just looked at you, eyes scanning and admiring your body.

"You're beautiful", he breathed out, cold hands landing on your chest and fondling with it, nipples hardening at his touch and making you squirm, a light chuckle coming from the tall man. "My apologies", he said and retreated his hands from your sensitive upper body, fingers landing on your lips and pressing down in an attempt to ask for permission of entering your wet cave.

"May I?", he asked, wanting to verbalise everything he said, even if you'd get the gist he still wanted to fully state his intents, after all he was a predator and you were his prey he now would toy with. You almost whispered a shy 'yes' as you opened your mouth and granted him permission, his cold digits finding their way into your mouth, sending a shiver down his spine at the warmth of your tongue against them. It's been a long time he has felt such a warmth engulf his body... Or has he ever?

But now was not the to reminisce about his hundred of years long past, he should now concentrate on what, or rather who, was before him, making his life long wish come true. You scrunched your face at the feeling of his ice cold fingers laying heavily on your tongue, your saliva gathering in your mouth upon the sudden intrusion, but soon this cold turned into a lukewarm mixture, tongue cold as well as hot, not quite only one of those temperatures.

Aryu's gaze darkened at the sight of you taking his digits that well, feeling how your tongue worked around them as if they were a lollipop, wondering how it would feel to put your mouth to use for pleasuring other parts of his. A satisfied hum left him when he started to slightly and slowly thrust his two fingers in and out of your mouth, your mind and body immediately complying to what he wished you to do, sucking on his digits as if your life was depending on it.

"Such a good one", he purred and petted your head with his other hand, retrieving his fingers out of your wet cavern and turning you onto your stomach with a swift motion of his, making sure not to waste your fluids surrounding his white skin, making them shine and glimmer in the dimmed light. "But as much as I'd love to toy with you even more, darling, I am, after all, a man — quite an impatient on, if I may say", he told you and until you felt his fingers prodding at your hole you didn't really understand what he meant with it.

But even if he was as impatient as he said to be, he still did care about you and wouldn't do something you didn't give your permission to, so he waited. He waited until you gave him consent, a small and shallow "yes", before he pushed his two wetted digits into your hole, stretching you out so deliciously but still causing some pain due to your tight muscles not being used to such an intrusion.

Yet Aryu was skilled. As soon as he recognised the discomfort written onto your face he was quick to rub your lower back, telling you it's okay and that he'd give you time to adjust. Even if he said it he wanted nothing more than to devour your whole being, he wanted to make you his in every way possible on this god forsaken earth. He wouldn't mind burning in hell for all the sins he has done in his life if it means to get a piece of what's supposed to be his — and that being you.

It didn't take you long to adjust to his fingers resting between your tight and warm ring of muscles, but it still felt for him, a creature that roams the earth century after century, like an eternity had passed and he was more than eager to see your from pleasure contorted face. Not giving further thought to it he started to move his digits, slowly gliding in and out of you, trying his best to get you accustomed to them. If you were already writhing in pain from these few centimetres alone, he wondered how you'd react if something else of his were to replace them?

As soon as Aryu noticed the pleasure taking over you, your breath becoming more raged and little mewls and moans leaving your pretty lips, he picked up the pace and started to curl them, trying to find this one particular spot that he hoped would make you lose your mind. In a good way, of course. But he was skilled. Soon he had you made putty in his hands, thighs shaking from the pleasure, moan after moan being muffled by the pillows you hid your face in, walls clenching tightly around his fingers, sucking him like it was the only thing you were able to do.

"That's it, just like that", he cooed, praising you for being such a good one to him, his dick painfully hard, laying heaving against his abdomen and twitching every time you would moan, what was practically almost every second, pre-cum oozing out of his reddened tip and rolling down his shaft. You may be putty in his hands but the way you drive him crazy made him think otherwise.

"Oh, that was a really hard one", he chuckled at a certain clench of your walls and he fully knew what that meant. Even if Aryu was a cold blooded and hundreds of years old predator it didn't necessarily mean he wasn't skilled in the act of pleasure. To be honest, in his time as a very young vampire, around the he first century of his life, did some, or rather many, things he wasn't proud of but those taught him how to handle a beautiful and delicate, compared to him, creature like you.

"W-want to...", you stammered, barely audible for the man above you, making him tilt his head and lift an eyebrow, but you were unable to speak, mind and head filled with nothing but pleasure. "Hm? You have to speak, darling", he teased, fully knowing the side effect his ministrations had on you and your body, but yet again you didn't have any strength in your body to talk, so all you did was tilting your neck and showing him the spots on it he hadn't bitten down on and he got the gist — you wanted him to feed while pleasuring you.

"I might kill you", he said, voice as cold as his touch, frowning and wondering if you really wanted it or just said it in the heat of the moment. All you gave him was a weak nod and he sighed. He wanted it, he wanted it so bad but why did you want it? To make him happy? To escape the situation and hope for your death? Or did you feel the same way as him...? The same devotion as him, the same urge to do everything for his significant other and give them nothing less than the world?

Even if Aryu didn't know the answers to these questions he still complied, after all he was a hungry beast that never gets enough, no matter how much he'll feed on. So he retrieved his fingers from your core without further warning, making you groan in displeasure of the sudden feeling of emptiness, but soon it got replaced by something bigger, something heavier than his fingers, pulsating inside you just like you did around him.

"My apologies, but I just can't resist if you're such a tease", he whispered into your ear, cold tongue licking over the expanse of your neck and wetting the spot he was about to bite, his hips beginning to move and he groaned against your skin at the feeling of your warm and tight walls hugging him deliciously. He never wanted this feeling to end. He wanted it to last for eternity.

You just shook your head, signaling him it was okay and he let out a small chuckle, finally gaining the confidence to slowly start moving his hips, shaft leaving and entering you over and over again, razor sharp canines grazing your skin and making your shiver. It was all too much for Aryu — the way you felt around his dick, the sound of blood pulsing through your aorta right next to his ear, your warm skin pressing against his cold one.

And thus he lost all of the self composure he had left, hips snapping against yours in a fierce pace, teeth sinking into your skin and doing their work, starting to suck the blood out of you once again, but this time... There were over 7000 languages spoken around the world and several he was capable of understanding and speaking himself but none would be able to describe the sensation he felt right now in this exact moment, hips slamming into yours and the sweet iron taste of your blood sliding down his throat with every hard swallow.

It was all so much, he could feel himself getting closer to his high in less than a minute but for him it felt like hours or even days had passed, his movements beginning to stutter and becoming uneven. Your breath was raged and your moans a high pitched, but nothing beat the sound of the mewl your let out when his tip hit that one certain spot that had you seeing stars and letting your mouth hang agape in a silent scream when you came all over him, staining his white skin with your fluids.

And the way your walls clenched down on him drove him insane, the knot in his stomach becoming awfully tight before finally snapping after a particularly harsh thrust, his seed spilling into your core and filling you up, mixing with your own fluids on his abdomen and v-line. He cursed under his breath, muttering sweet nothings into your neck, telling you how good you feel and other things that became more and more inaudible with the blood leaving your body, mind becoming blurry before your vision faded into black, unable to hear, see or register a single thing around you.

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