#and I’m really into the whole biting and drinking blood from human loved ones too

[annwayne]

Vampire stories: The allure is the bite! The intimacy of a vampire drinking your blood! Watch as all our relatable main characters get bitten and enjoy it!

Me: But what if, main character’s blood is poisonous to vampires?

#and I’m really into the whole biting and drinking blood from human loved ones too #I just I got a character idea and it’s happening #Eric will never get to nom on Awyn #opps will that cause jealousy down the line 👀 #true blood #eric northman x oc #eric northman/oc #true blood oc

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『consequential』 — satoru

— pairing: satoru x afab!reader — wc: 5k — content: mdni, nsfw; vampire au, college/university au, jealous/possessive satoru, blood drinking, vampire bites (chest, neck and arm), alcohol, mutual pining (a distant relative of idiots to lovers), piv sex, love bites (heh literally), standing/sex against the wall (he holds you up the entire time because he's actually insane), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming,he's a bit of a simp really idk if that was planned — notes: got possessed by the Horny Spirit, also not proofread. enjoy? also be gentle with me I haven't written smut in over a year

prompt: ["Oh, don't be cute."] + [“you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”]

While slightly spiteful, your plan had been simple and had about a 50/50 chance of succeeding, with minimal loss to you if it didn’t.

Two weeks ago Gojo Satoru had— after months of asking for it and being denied by you— finally gotten your permission to drink your blood. So he’d gone ahead and bitten you, you’d loved it and probably fell even more annoyingly head over heels for him as a result of the oddly erotic experience, and the way he had acted during the whole ordeal gave you a decent indication that he most definitely felt the same way you did.

You’d expected things to finally change between you after that, hell you’d actually been excited for it.

But instead of leaning into the shift in the dynamic between you, Satoru had instead decided to pretend you didn’t exist and proceeded to completely avoid you for the last two weeks.

(Which is actually quite the feat considering how much overlap there is between your friend groups. But you’re not impressed. You’re mad.)

To say you were upset would be an understatement. Your pride was wounded along with your ego, and you felt foolish and embarrassed and stupidly angsty. The unfortunate reality is that you’re not very good at processing those feelings, so in your time of need you turned to your most faithful, long-time friend: spite.

You know for a fact that Satoru likes the way you smell and taste– it’s one of the many things he’d let slip when sucking the blood ever so gently from the puncture he’d made in the soft flesh of your inner forearm. So you decided to wait until the prime part of your cycle, where the supernatural consensus said humans smelt their best, and you’d procured a tincture from your witch-in-training friend that would accentuate the natural appeal of your blood for certain creatures of the night (she’d assured you it was safe, but you have your own means of defending yourself anyway so you aren’t too worried.)

Then, you’d waltzed your way into a party that was being held at his shared accommodation and made it a point to have fun. The real goal of your plan, besides sticking it to him in the most subtle-not-subtle way ever, was also just to feel better about yourself. Your expectations being upended regarding how you’d hoped things would develop with Satoru had been a big blow and would take some TLC from yours truly to recover from.

You’ve had fun so far, you’re only a drink or so in and pleasantly buzzed, and you’re getting a lot of compliments on your perfume. You can’t exactly tell them you’re not wearing anything but eau de spite, but it does feel nice nonetheless. Each comment is like a balm to your poor, chafed ego. The only wrench in the works is that as expected, not long after you arrived, Satoru noticed you.

And then proceeded to continue in his efforts to avoid and ignore you. He’d disappeared into the throng of people on the other side of the house before you could even blink.

It takes a strongly mixed cocktail, courtesy of Shoko who you’re not sure isn’t trying to kill you with the alcohol content of these drinks, for you to settle your fuming. This is stupid— no, he’s stupid. Stupid sexy vampire with his stupid pretty eyes and stupid pretty face. How dare he let you make a fool of yourself by thinking there could be anything more between you! You never should have let him bite you. At least then things would still be the same and you wouldn’t be so torn between throttling him and kissing him.

Angrily, you take a hearty gulp of your drink. Despite the superficial fruity flavour it burns on the way down, unsurprisingly, and you have to breathe slowly through your nose so it doesn’t come back up. You’re no longer uncertain; you’re confident this cocktail is an attempt on your life.

It’s as you’re nursing that drink and leaning angstily against a wall in the corner of the room, that you sense someone approach you. Your eyes take a moment to adjust as you look up, surprise filtering through you once you register the figure by your side.

“Hey.”

Your brows shoot up, a small grin tugging your lips. “Oh? Long time no see, Mei Mei. What cave have you crawled out of to be here tonight?”

The snow-haired woman rolls her eyes, lips twitching. Her tongue darts to swipe over the tip of a pointed canine.

“Oh, you know, every homebody has to come out to play every once in a while.” Her nose twitches, and she leans forward slightly to inhale. Her eyes flutter wide in pleasant surprise. “Well, don’t you smell absolutely divine tonight. Special occasion?”

Kind of, but you’re not about to tell her that. Mei Mei can be a decent enough acquaintance so long as you keep her at arm’s length.

“I’m trying something new,” you answer simply. She hums, and when her body angles towards you again ever so slightly you become aware of the most odd, prickly sensation. It tickles the hairs at the back of your neck, and you fight the peculiar urge to turn and look around. All you’d see is dancing bodies and stumbling drunks, anyway.

“It suits,” Mei Mei purrs with a smile that makes you a little nervous. Music throbs against your body so strongly that for a moment you’re not sure whether the beat you’re feeling in your chest belongs to your heart or the song. “Though you ought to be careful going on campus smelling like that. You’ll lure in every bloodsucker in a five-mile radius.”

You suppose that means the tincture is doing its job. The way her eyes are appraising your pulse points keeps you feeling nervous, though. Perhaps… it wasn’t the best idea to make yourself smell so scrumptious after all. There are more than a few loose canons in the area.

It’s a little too late for regrets now, though. At this point you just gotta double down and own the decision.

“Noted,” you say, taking a hearty sip of your death-in-a-cup. The burn is now a pleasant distraction. You smile at Mei Mei and feel that prickly, hot feeling increase tenfold. What is that?!

The sensation has your heart rate elevating slightly, and it must make the aroma of your blood a little stronger because the vampire before you lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering shut. Almost like it’s instinct, she takes a step closer and leans her head towards the crook of your neck. Your startle is almost imperceptible, and you’re thankful that the top you opted for is one that saved the neck exposure for a well-placed boob window instead. The fabric covering half the expanse of your throat is probably the only reason you don’t freak out at her actions.

Her nose brushes your skin, dragging up the column of your throat until it flirts with the bottom of your earlobe. Your heart skips a beat before tumbling into a full gallop. It’s different to how it felt with Satoru— you don’t like this nearly as much. Your legs tense with the urge to leave.

“Really,” she says, purring your name. “You’ve got me feeling quite peckish. Won’t you let me have a little sn–“

A grip winds around your wrist like a vice, not painful but certainly unforgiving. Startled, you look up and see the person of the hour, the vampire you went to all this effort to torment in the hopes he would want you again. Wow, it doesn’t sound great when you think of it like that. The alcohol is certainly not helping your self-esteem right now.

Satoru’s pretty baby-blues are dark, pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen before, and his entire body is riddled with tension. He almost looks like the slightest pressure would have him snapping in half. His jaw is locked tightly, and he hisses through clenched teeth and descended fangs.

“Come with me. Now.”

You don’t get the chance to bid Mei Mei farewell, not that you really want to, and the last thing you see as you’re dragged out of the room is her waving a manicured hand your way, mouthing a playful ‘goodbye’. She looks far too amused for your comfort.

Right now, Satoru is nothing like the cheeky, carefree, shit-stirring bastard you’ve come to know and love. That isn’t to say you’re completely opposed to it, because the way he looks like know is a pretty big turn-on. But still – the difference is startling. You’re not sure how to navigate the situation.

Before you know it you’ve been unceremoniously relocated to his bedroom, and he is pressing you against the door the second it closes behind you with a heavy, loud THUD.

For a moment, the only sound that fills the space is that of the music beyond the wooden barrier. The bass is no longer indistinguishable with your heart beat – the stuttering rhythm that echoes against your rib cage is all you.

Satoru inhales deeply as though to calm himself down, only to let out a long, low groan immediately after. The sound affects you more than it probably should, heat winding pleasantly up your spine.

“What was that?” He demands, brows snapping together. It takes you a moment to realise that he’s most likely referring to Mei Mei being horny on main just before. His massive frame boxes you in against the door in such a way that you’re almost embarrassed by how much it makes your tummy flutter.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you breathe, chin tilted up as you hold his gaze. Something feral flickers through his expression.

“Oh, don’t be cute.” The words snap into the air, causing your breath to hitch. Satoru’s eyes flick to your forearm, where the slightest bruise still remains from the last time you were in close quarters like this. He swallows, piercing gaze returning to your own.

“I told you.” Satoru’s words leave in a snarl, his fingers firm against the flesh of your hips. His own body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat of it, the tingle of electricity that arcs between you. “That I would be able to smell it if another vampire so much as breathed near you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you getting chummy with one in my own home?”

You can easily recall him saying that to you almost a fortnight ago, when he had been commenting that he could tell you hadn’t been bitten before thanks to his sharp senses and all that. You didn’t think he was lying. You are surprised that he cares, though. Something like indignation bubbles beneath your lungs, because how dare the bastard spout that shit when he just spent the last two weeks since your ‘encounter’ pretending you didn’t exist.

“Not sure why you give a shit,” you retort, squashing down a whine that begins to rise in your throat when his hips begin to press into yours. “Seemed like you were done with me after you finally got that taste you wanted so bad.”

His brows scrunch together, appearing confused for a second amongst the agitation on his features. You decide to fill the gap in the conversation on his behalf.

“I really was just a Sip ‘n’ Dip to you, huh,” you scoff, letting your head fall back against the door. His eyes snap to the column of your throat, more of which is now exposed. “At least now I know the only thing you want from me is my blood. Really saved me some grief there, Satoru.”

“Excuse me?”

When your eyes slide back to his face, he looks like you’ve physically struck him. His fingers dig into your hips almost out of habit, just shy of being painful. Anger still bubbles beneath your sternum, and you glare at him.

“By the way, as far as I’m aware, biting me once doesn’t give you any exclusive rights to my blood, so where the hell do you get off getting so shitty because someone else took a whiff–“

Satoru snaps.

“I don’t just want your blood,” he snarls, lips curling away from pin-prick sharp fangs. He has the nerve to look insulted. “I want you, you stupidly oblivious pain in my ass. All of you.”

He then leans in, erasing any foreign scents lingering on you and replacing it with something of his own, whatever pheromone bullshit vampires do. You’re too busy trying to stop your heart from having palpitations to focus on it too much because what the fuck did he just say—

“Do you have any idea how close I am to losing myself to a frenzy, like a fucking fledgling?!” His lips brush over the pulse point at your neck, and then teeth, razor-sharp and full of promise, drag over the skin of your clavicle, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. You shiver, flushing with heat and desire. The threat of another bite is already enough to have your body reacting in memory of how the last one felt. You want him, god you want him so, so badly.

“I haven’t fed since then because I can’t get the taste of you out of my head, and I can’t stomach anything else. I can’t stop thinking about the noises you made when I sank my teeth into you, and the scent of absolute desire that filled the entire fucking room the second the venom kicked in for you.” Satoru’s words are punctuated by a prick just below your collarbone, the brief sting eliciting a gasp. Warmth begins to trickle thinly from the site and is quickly staunched by a press of his tongue, and he moans. You’re so painfully aroused that it nearly makes you dizzy. He groans, long and suffering. “Just like now.”

He moves lower and lower, hauling you off the floor and completely into his hold so his mouth can reach your chest without stooping. Suddenly in the air, you can’t help the way you yelp and wrap your legs tightly around his hips – which, in turn, presses the heat of your core against the very prominent bulge there. You both echo a groan.

“Coward,” you manage to pant, out of sheer spite if nothing else. “Stupid idiot. I clearly want you. I literally could not have been any more obvious, you’re so –“

His teeth sink into the exposed top of your breast, retracting once they puncture deep enough to get a good flow. Then, he latches firmly onto the flesh, sucking it into his mouth. The act startles a moan out of you, the venom from the initial bite already transmuting the pain into heady pleasure and sending heat through your veins, all while kicking your heart into an even faster beat. Perhaps one of the best perks of the venom is that after that first dose settles in, the only part of the process left for you to feel is pleasure.

Even while you’re unable to help the way your hips roll into his own, and unable to ignore the feral, sinful moans vibrating against your chest as he suckles the wound he made and drinks from you, you manage to continue insulting him.

“You’re so stupid, why the hell did you avoid me for two weeks huh?” A moan breaks up your complaint as he swipes his tongue in broad movements over the bite, his hips snapping into yours and pressing you further into the door. The wood creaks, but neither of you pay it any mind. You can barely function around the incredible sensation of his cock grinding against you through layers of clothing. “All you did was send mixed messages and piss me off and, ngh fuck–“

He pulls back enough that you can see the flush in his face, the feral gleam in his eyes and the smear of blood over swollen lips. His brows are furrowed, but he’s too besotted by the taste of you to have as much heat behind his glare as he did previously.

“There are some things you can’t take back,” he grits out, tongue coming to clean the red from his lips. Your heart stutters, pulse thudding in your ears. “Especially for my kind. If I didn’t stay away, I probably would have ended up doing one of those things.”

Your core positively throbs with need, clenching around nothing. The extent to which you want him right now has you more irritable than usual. “Satoru, I wouldn’t have let you drink from me if I wasn’t interested in everything else it would entail—“

“You don’t understand,” Satoru groans, freeing a hand to rip at the material of your shirt. Clawed fingertips slice through with ease, taking out the bra straps underneath as well. He makes quick work of the band beneath your chest and the underwear is then torn from your form and thrown somewhere in the background. The material of your top remains, and he yanks it down below your aching breasts, watching with rapt attention as they bounce free heavily. Barely allowing you time to moan, he lifts you higher in his arms and dives down to drag his teeth over the swollen globes. He nips and nibbles across the sensitive skin, eliciting all sorts of sounds from you and an unbearable amount of desire that shoots straight between your legs. You can feel slick arousal trickling from your aching cunt with each new miniscule bite Satoru delivers, but honestly at this point you’re too horny to be embarrassed.

“I already want everything you can give me, and more.” He bites the inside of your breast and the flesh gives easily beneath the razor-sharp point of his fangs. One of his hands comes to grip the other side of your chest while he laps and sucks at the blood welling in the wound. Your nipples are painfully hard and you feel like you could cry in relief when his long, nimble fingers begin to deliver them some much-needed attention. “I want every single part of you and I don’t want to share. This is the way I am built. I can’t do this with you again and let you go afterwards. I want you to be mine.”

You probably shouldn’t find that as romantic as you do, but aren’t really in a position to psycho-analyse your response right now. It’s not all that surprising, either, since you recall someone mentioning to you before how strongly vampires bond with their partner when they finally make their choice. As it happens, his confession serves to not only make your heart soar but your pussy throb. You’ve been pining for this man for years, so even amongst the haze of lust clouding your mind you don’t have to think about how to respond to it.

This is, after all, the solution you were hoping for two weeks ago.

“I don’t want you to let me go, or take anything back. Please bite me again, mark me up–” You pause to gasp, Satoru having shoved your skirt up to bunch around your hips. Your panties are gone a split-second later, likely discarded in the same manner as your bra, and the hand that was at your breast is now trailing your slit and gathering all the slick that has pooled there. His middle finger dips in, causing a stutter in your breath. You lean forward to whisper in his ear, snowy strands of hair tickling your cheeks as you do so. “And please, please fuck me, Satoru.”

Something snaps in him, and he doesn’t need to be told twice.

A feral snarl escapes him, a gravelly “fuck” the only warning you get before his teeth sink down just above your nipple, fangs retracting once blood wells to the surface, and he pulls both the wound and your stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking hard. There isn’t a single ounce of pain, only the white-hot pleasure that shoots to your clit and has you keening as a result, hands scrabbling for purchase along his broad shoulders. That free hand that was at your slit has made quick work of his pants and is now guiding his scalding member to slap against your clit, and then press against your entrance while you recover from the shock of pleasure.

You expected him to be well-endowed, and you’re not at all disappointed. Satoru’s cock is fat and long, and with one roll of his hips it spears right into you. There is no resistance, you’re far too aroused and wet for there to be any, but the feeling of being split open by such a monster quite literally knocks the breath out of you. You hardly recognise the noise that escapes you as one of your own, hands gripping the vampire’s hair and shoulder so tightly you’d be worried about hurting him if he was human. He isn’t, though, and without even noticing your grip continues drinking from you while latched to your breast, tongue pressing and rolling your aching nipple all the while.

A second is all you get to adjust to the foreign length inside you before Satoru rolls his hips back with a moan, the fat head of his cock dragging against your walls as he does so, and then slams it back in. He builds a rhythm immediately that is almost animalistic in its desperation and fervour, each thrust firm and hitting so deep inside that you honest to god think it has you seeing stars. Whines and moans tumble from your mouth, no longer able to be held back when the only thing your brain can comprehend is the sheer pleasure and ecstasy that burns and sparks along your limbs. He begins to hit a certain spot when he fucks up into your heat that has you clenching around him, slick gushing forth.

“FUCK.” He rips away from your chest to tilt his head back in a rough, stilted moan, his hands gripping and digging into the meat of your thighs where they melt into your ass. In the absence of his mouth, blood begins to dribble down the swell of your breast. His crystalline eyes are hazy and blown out in lust, brows drawn together and expression twisted in pleasure, his breath coming in pants. He is visibly barely holding it together, completely drunk on the taste and feel of you– and it simultaneously is the hottest and sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. “Yes, fuck, squeeze me just like that.”

You oblige, relishing in the full-body shiver that tears through him in response. He bites your name out amidst a tortured groan, hands shifting to your hips. His mouth returns to clean up the mess he left on your breast, lips latching around your nipple to suck and pull once more, and it’s almost enough to distract you from the way he suddenly begins to lift you by the hips and drop you back down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Almost. You have to bite back a scream at how fucking good it feels, the pressure and pace and just how full you feel. You can feel yourself rapidly beginning to come undone.

With the combination of his venom’s aphrodisiac effects and the sheer amount of time you’ve spent longing for this, you don’t imagine you’re going to last much longer. If the unforgiving pace of Satoru’s hips is anything to go by, you estimate the same to be the case for him.

He groans into your chest, releasing your breast to bounce in time with his thrusts, the action accompanied by an almost audible pop, and shifts his hold to free a hand. The pressure of two fingers against your clit has you crying out, body jerking at the sudden rush of pleasure – your head whips down to find him already looking at you, gaze swinging from the juncture of your thighs to your eyes. Evidently pleased by the expression he finds on your face, he continues his circling of your clit and leans his head down to trail kisses from your already-healing chest, up the column of your throat, across the line of your jaw, until he finally arrives at your lips.

“Mine,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours in a feather-light caress. His baby-blue eyes are lidded heavily and almost dazed, coherent thought lost to the throes of pleasure and his most simple instincts. He nicks your lip at the same time as he angles a particularly wonderful thrust, the head of his cock hitting against that spot that makes you see stars and release a loud, wanton cry. “You’re all mine.”

You pull back to nod rapidly, unable to form words when all you can think – all you can feel – is the throbbing pleasure of his cock splitting you open with each heavy thrust. His head follows, lips seeking your own once more. The kiss is hot, and needy, and his oversized canines scrape your bottom lip more than once, and yet all you can do is return the fervour in between moans and whines. His hand is still at work between your legs, and you feel in your bones that you’re really not going to last much longer at this rate.

Satoru releases your mouth with a final nip, and moves his head to nestle it in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He groans, low and long, and the vibration turns to a shiver as it travels over your skin. His lips begin to move.

“Say it.”

You struggle to think let alone figure out what he wants, lost in the current of your rapidly approaching orgasm. His fingers pick up speed, aided by the generous amount of arousal still gushing from your pussy in between thrusts. It takes everything you have not to scream, your hips bucking.

“Say it,” he says again, an oddly uncertain note infiltrating his rumbling gasp. He utters your name while nosing at your throat and you feel yourself melt. “Please, say it.”

Realisation as to what he is looking for hits you at the same time as your orgasm. “Fuck! I’m– I’m yours, all yours! God, fuck—“

Satoru’s pace stutters, undone by your pussy clenching and throbbing around him in a fight to keep him inside, and it takes him a moment to recover before he begins to fuck into you again in earnest, movements growing sloppy and frantic but no less punishing. It all serves to prolong the wave of absolute bliss you’re riding in the wake of what has to be the strongest orgasm of your life. Those vampiric toxins are no joke.

You wind your arms around his neck, clutching him close and trying not to lose your mind as he fucks up into you, the drag of his cock against your walls somehow even more delicious than before. He mouths at your neck, hips beginning to stutter once more. You clench around him, and he breaks. There is barely enough time for a curse to escape his mouth before its clamping on your neck, teeth digging in deep— deeper than he’s ever bitten you before— and tingling heat spreading out from the puncture sites. He gives one, two, three final, dragging thrusts, body trembling and muscles taut, before his cock throbs and he buries it inside you, spilling into you with a deep, rumbling groan against your throat.

Soft, panting moans escape you as his hips continue to roll into you softly, riding out his orgasm, and you bite back a wanton groan as you feel his cum beginning to trickle out around his softening member. As soon as he comes back to his senses to a degree, he has the presence of mind to navigate the two of you to the bed before he loses strength in his legs, his mouth slipping from your neck after he laves his tongue over the wound to seal it. Unceremoniously, he drops the two of you against the mattress, but surprisingly keeps you snugly in his hold and his length still buried inside you. Ignoring how hot that is, you decide to view the action from a purely romantic light and nearly melt into the mattress.

Vaguely, you register the thumping club beats still booming beyond the confines of the room. Evidently the party was still ongoing.

“This wasn’t how I planned for today to go,” he admits, after a few beats of contented silence. He nuzzles his face to your chest, dragging his nose across your collarbone. “I was going to talk to you tomorrow morning.”

You snort; that’s likely.

“… This is how I planned for today to go, though.”

He huffs a laugh before pressing his lips together, clearly trying not to enable you further. He allows for another few moments to pass, and in that time you let your own eyes flutter closed.

“You can’t change your mind, by the way,” he says suddenly, tone odd. You open your eyes and turn to see his crystalline gaze directed to your neck, where the latest of his bite marks sits proudly. “I may have done one of those things I can’t take back.”

You’re not sure how to tell him it’s not as bad of a thing as he thinks it to be.

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[vivalabunbun]

Let's Look Over The Garden Wall

Summary: One wants an easy meal and one wants to play house. 

Word Count: 9.9k

Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Smut(r18+), MDNI, Modern AU, Vampire AU, Contract Marriage, NSFW, Fluff, Heavy Angst, Unrequited love?, Vampire! Alhaitham, Dom! Alhaitham, Human! Reader, biting, pet name? (calls you good girl) TW: Blood & Blood drinking, TW: Death, Terminally ill! Reader, slight orgasm denial, slight corruption kink, wedding night, temperature play? He falls hard, slow fic, tragedy

Authors note: This whole fic was a challenge since I wanted to write it kinda from Alhaitham’s pov. I’m not really knowledgeable about vampires, so in this fic they’re just a type of monster and not undead, and vampire blood can turn humans into monsters. Enjoy!

Side note: Here is the other side, Finale

The secretary had just arrived at the office not too long ago, shift starting at six pm and going until midnight. The typical hours for a creature of the night. 

Like a sweet breeze that blew stray leaves through his office’s open window, a stranger came gallivanting through the boundaries of his door, contract in hand. Faruzan, the office receptionist trailing after you with your proper introduction. 

“Secretary Alhaitham, this young lady here would like to make a blood contract with you.” 

He certainly wasn’t expecting this when he walked through the sliding doors of the building. The biggest company in Sumeru, the firm that specialized in such dubious pacts. 

In an age where humans now outnumber vampires, with new technologies and weapons that can now threaten the once untouchable creatures, immortal beings now have to play by mortal rules. One such rule, vampires can no longer drink human blood. 

Animal substitutes were of course inferior in both taste and satisfaction, any vampire would know this. However, there’s a loophole to this law. Vampires can’t drink human blood legally unless it’s consensual by both parties, established through contracts. Business exchanges for money, power, or glory. 

Of course, this practice is heavily regulated. Hunters who uphold the balance ready to rip the hearts out of those who dare make an unfair deal. Alhaitham is the simple secretary who files these contracts, not one of the agents tasked with such things. 

Still, he’s intrigued. Even in this office there are many who have yet to see the face of this elusive vampire, how did this human identify him? He was looking for an excuse to stray away from dull lines of files, might as well entertain your musings. 

The ashen-haired immortal pulls out a seat for you, nodding to Faruzan sending her out of his office, giving you privacy. Alhaitham ambles to the other side of the polished wood, settling down on his plush office chair.

“The process for filling a contract is straightforward, even though this consultation wasn’t planned, if negotiations go well you’ll then undergo a psychological evaluation.”

You nodded your head lightheartedly, posture relaxed in the chair. 

“So,” he begins.

“What are your demands?” 

“Marry me.”

Dead silence. He certainly wasn’t expecting a proposal this Monday night. Were you wasting his time with a joke?

You must’ve read his unfazed mask. Quickly pulling a pen and notepad from your pocket.

“I’m being serious, I want you to be my husband.” Hands swiftly jotting sentences down on paper.

In your graceless handwriting, you listed all your qualifications. Age, name, blood type, and financial status. You also detailed some self-prescribed personality traits. 

Alhaitham skips over that section. 

Marriage contracts weren’t unheard of, nor were marriages between humans and vampires. He believes such practices weren’t deemed illegal solely because of human morbid curiosity and desires.

No immortal, with their centuries of knowledge and wisdom, would waste such energy on a mortal, without a price of course. It would be a fool’s errand to not have fair compensation.  

“For a fraction of your time, I’ll give you all of mine.” You point the pen toward him. 

How romantic. 

“I’d say you’re getting the better end of the deal, Mr. Alhaitham.” There’s a curl to your lips, resting your elbows upon his polished desk. 

With a slight sigh, Alhaitham pulls out a form, pen swiftly recording the necessary information. There’s going to be a long process of straightening out the clauses, but this should suffice for approval.

“Why me?” He inquires, straightening out the proposal on his desk.  

“You’re handsome, have money, and I like your voice.”

The rustling of papers and pens stopped. Dead unamused silence. 

“Pfft! Too brash? Sorry, sorry, I was only joking,” giggling as you waved it off. 

“Well, to be fair the real reason isn’t much better, to be honest.” You leaned in closer, creeping towards the unseen boundaries of his personal space.  

“I often see you passing through the streets, guess I got enamored from there.” Your smile was shameless but your cheeks were tinted pink. 

A hopeless romantic, that answer suffices him for now. He could’ve easily shown you the door, but life has been stagnant for a few decades. History repeats itself if you live long enough to see it, new occurrences are rare. As the sky deepens from indigo to midnight, two bodies sit across from each other, discussing sentences written on paper.

“I’ll contact you in three business days with the verdict, have a good night.”

“I shall await the news.” You beamed at him, warm and icy hands meeting for a handshake. 

Just as you entered, you left with that same giddiness. Now left with his thoughts, Alhaitham reviewed the documents, he had three days to ponder whether or not to submit them to the legal team, and through the judgment of a certain scarlet-eyed General Hunter. 

As per Sumeru regulations, all offices run by vampires must have uncovered glass windows. An attempt conquered by humans to enfeeble creatures of the night. Alhaitham’s beryl gaze traveled up the length of the building stationed across the street. 

What an ironic placement for a hospital to be facing the biggest firm staffed by immortality. Or perhaps it was strategic, after all the most desperate humans are the ones who lay upon their deathbeds for one last hurrah. 

The perfect scheme to keep the blood contracts flowing in. 

Teal eyes observe the room right across through the glass, it seems freshly vacant. New untouched sheets, new unflatten pillow, and fresh towels. 

Alhaitham can now confirm the validity of your statement, a half-truth. 

When deciding on a contract, one must weigh the pros and cons, to see if they balance or if one side gives away to another. Your demands? You wanted to experience married life, all aspects of it. Your offer? Your everything. 

All your assets together can’t hold a candle to the amount Alhaitham has accumulated for centuries, but it’s a decent amount. Perhaps due to a medical settlement. 

Alhaitham has lived long enough to rein in primal desires, he can suffice off animal substitutes just fine. However, it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want a taste of the real thing again. You offer him a steady supply, and to give him every last drop after seven years.

Yes, all of this for a mere seven-year contract. A deal heavily tipped in the favor of the vampire, not even a mere fraction of the time immortality offers. However, what piqued his interest the most weren’t the benefits listed.

A garden wall the tall vampire can’t peer over. Insight only attainable by those who near the end of their finite paths. What’s it like to have agency? What’s it like to have such finite time? 

He’ll have seven years to observe. He submits the forms on the third day, delivering your verdict over the phone. Alhaitham agrees to entertain your little daydream. 

On part that it was Alhaitham who personally filed the forms, the approval process went swimmingly, skipping the paper line. Tighnari oversaw the psychological evaluation, test after test confirming the sanity of your mind, speeding up the process of getting that stamp.

–

“What flowers do you like? I’m planning the decorations.” Your legs swinging under his kitchen table. 

The contract was approved, hands held and certificates signed at the town hall, your belongings moved into his house. It’s excessive to want a celebration after all of that. 

“Whichever flowers you want.” 

Alhaitham will hold his tongue, after all, he’s signed to play the role of a husband.

–

The venue was spacious, high ceilings with marble floors and pillars, all of which were lavishly cluttered with Padisarahs, Sumeru Roses, and Kalpalata Lotuses. Alhaitham stood at the altar just off to the side of the wedding officiant. Tuxedo crisp and hands folded together, he scans over the rows of guests invited. 

Since there weren’t any in-laws, Alhaitham assumed you wouldn’t have much of a social network. No one’s correct all the time, he ignores the piercing glares of a few eyes. The all-too-loud tones of a grand piano resound through the room. The previously shut doors open to reveal your figure. Embellished dress and veil perfectly framed by the carved entranceway as you ambled your way up the aisle. 

The twilight hues of the sky dye the white gown in everchanging vibrancy as you passed by the standing crowd, up the steps to the altar, and finally in front of him. The overwhelmingly floral scent of the bouquet itches his nose. 

Alhaitham pays no mind to the soliloquy of the officiant, he simply follows the rehearsed procedures. Sliding the gold band onto your finger and allowing you to do the same to him, lifting the veil to reveal your starry-eyed gaze he places a practiced kiss against your warm lips.

Is this excessive ritual over yet? No.

Alhaitham stands in the corner of the reception hall, hand nursing a glass of wine. The rich spices of the buffet offered to the guest irritated his palate. Supernatural creatures with their enhanced senses, a double-edged sword. Human food serves no purpose to vampires, it’s over-seasoned and pungent. At least your species has created drinks such as coffee and wine, delicacies even immortal creatures can enjoy. 

In the center of the artificially lit hall, you eagerly greeted all your guests as they beamed at you. Giggling and hugging each person as an entourage of three friends helped with that embellished gown of yours. Two pairs of eyes from said entourage occasionally glared at him, their bodies forming a barrier to separate groom from bride. Candace and Dehya were the names you introduced to him. 

Your starry-eyed self blissfully unaware of the silent cold war as the scarlet-haired dancer calls the attention of the two hunters back for the bouquet toss. Alhaitham was nothing more than just a decoration, you just wanted an excuse to prance around in a pretty white dress and throw a fancy party. He’s your husband, he’ll tolerate this daydream.

–

“Did you enjoy the reception?” 

Only after the send-off and closing ceremony of the celebration, when the bride and groom were behind the thick oak doors of their suite, that you seemed to remember the decoration named ‘Alhaitham’. 

“Yes, it was lovely.” The wine provided by the venue was of the highest quality, it entertained him enough. 

“I hope you’re not upset at me being busy with guests.” Your arms found their way around his waist. 

Quite comfortable encroaching on his space huh. 

“I’m not.” Better they talk to you and not him. 

As his cold hands pat the exposed skin of your back, his teal eyes didn’t miss the trail of goosebumps that prickled your skin. Shall he move on to the next scene? The lacing of your dress seems quite complicated, he assumes that it must have taken a few pairs of hands to tie it. Should he be a good husband? 

“Do you need help with this?” His baritone voice was right against your ear, noticing the flush on the tips. 

“Yes.” For once your voice was just barely above a whisper, a blushing bride. 

The lacing weaved in and out of eyelets running down along the length of your back, how troublesome. Always one for efficiency, Alhaitham simply takes a handful of the taught lace and pulls, they snapped like simple threads. Such things offer no resistance to a creature of the night. The gasp that escaped your lips feed into something deep within. 

With the bonds loosened, the embellished dress of yours lost the fight against gravity, fabric pooling at your feet. Revealing to teal eyes the lacy white stockings, garter belt, and panties, all the hallmarks of a wedding night. It’s impossible to deny the hunger crawling up his throat, no force of nature could resist such a sight. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something? It’s rude to not offer the groom some help, no?” His hunger enjoyed that scarlet flush on your face.

Indecisive fingers going for the easiest button, opening the tuxedo jacket allowing him to shimmy it off his broad shoulders. Teal eyes continued to survey your flushed face, the smirk on his waiting for your hands to continue. Obeying his silent command like a good bride, you loosened the bow tie next, finally freeing him from that stiff collar. 

Slowly your eyes peered up, asking if the torment was over yet, the slight rise in his ash brow directing you to resume. From your lips came the beginnings of a whine to which he sternly shushed. If you couldn’t even undress him how would you be able to do the other vulgar activities? 

Finally relenting, your fingers continued with their clumsy attempt at unbuttoning his dress shirt, once a small window of his chest appeared your face pressed against the cool skin, staying there until all the buttons were undone. Oh? So even you can feel shame?

“Shall we continue on the bed, my bride?” 

Your face was still hidden in his chest as you nodded, where did that shameless nature of yours go? With your gaze adverted he didn’t even bother hiding the curl of his lips. Sweeping you off the ground, he could hear the flutter in your chest increasing as the distance between the bed closes. 

Upon silk sheets, Alhaitham settles down with you in between his legs and back against his chest. One key difference between humans and vampires? Body heat, one creature’s cells produces warmth, while the other simply remains the temperature of the environment. Your flushed skin seared itself into his, icy and hot mending together to create an equilibrium. 

Of course, a good husband would warm his wife up. Alhaitham runs his cool palms along the length of your plush thighs and leg, absorbing the warmth as his own, soothing the shivers and goosebumps on your skin. Every now and then boldly creeping up the sides of your waist to twist at your perked nipples, enjoying every jolt and whine. 

“Oh? Since when was this transparent?” 

A firm hand grasps your chin, directing your vision towards white lace panties, the fingers on his other hand tracing over the shape of your cunt through the soaked fabric. Another lovely whine left your lips, face burning even more as you weakly protested in his hold, too powerless to do anything. 

Skilled digits honed in on the nub that made your body jolt away, rubbing the faintest of circles over the delicate fabric, your legs trapped by his robust arms standing no chance to preserve your shattered dignity. As such, you had to follow his desires tonight. 

“Or are you excited just by a few fleeting touches? What a lewd bride you are.” 

It seems that you were telling the whole truth when you exclaimed how much you liked his voice, his finger could feel the slick that began to seep through the lace. Brushing the fabric to the side, Alhaitham allowed his middle finger to collect the slick along your slit allowing the rest of his digits to warm up against your cunt’s soft mounds. His throat felt parched as the sweet scent teased his nose, but now was not the time, maybe later in the night. 

“Will you be honest?” The heel of this palm freely pressed against your clit as his middle finger continued to run up and down your wet lips, every now and then almost slipping. 

Your body couldn’t hide its eagerness, hole clenching at nothing every time his finger passed by. However, he needed confirmation from you. Communication is important in a contract no?

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I’ll be honest.” You pressed your back flat against his chest, trying to hide your face but his firm hold wouldn’t allow it. 

“Good girl, then tell me what you desire.” His crisp breath provides your searing skin some relief. 

Your plush lips pressed into a thin line as your eyes shut, cheeks heating up even more. It wouldn’t be good if you passed out from heat exhaustion so quickly. He grinds his palm into that sensitive nub, tormenting the answer out of you, nectar now dripping onto the sheets below. 

“I want to c-cum,” You breathed out. 

How direct, close but it wasn’t what he was looking for. 

“You have to be more clear with your instructions, how do you want to cum?” 

“Y-your fingers.” 

“Good girl.” Finally, his finger breached your soaked entrance. 

Pulsating walls welcomed him with unyielding squeezes, dragging his soaked digit further. Your sweet moans and whines resounded through the spacious suite, the volume of your voice directing him toward that spongey spot deep within. You were wet enough for another finger, so Alhaitham adds another, two digits stretching and exploring your soaked cavern. 

“Mmmh! T-there!” Your toes were curling. 

“Mmm.” The hum vibrated in his chest as his fingers went hard at work, thrusting into your quivering walls. 

Each time his palm would slap against your clit your honest hole would clench down so endearingly. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, the muscles in your leg tensing up more and more. It’s obvious that you were close, but before he fulfilled your demands, he decided to be proactive and prepare for the next step. 

Releasing your chin from his grasp, allowing your head to lull back against his shoulder. Alhaitham reaches between your bodies, hands never pausing their pace, swift fingers undoing the confines of his trousers. Allowing for his member to lay right against your back, the jolt of your body at the foreign object pressing against you made his hunger worse. 

“Did you get more turned on? You’re clenching down tighter, did you want it that badly?” 

Even if your eyes refused to meet his, the way your hips grind against his length, warming it up, told him all he needed to know. Your gummy walls constrict more around his fingers, it’s time to wrap up this scene, the next one is even more exciting. So his palm now digs into your clit, circling the now swollen bud in combination with his finger pressing against that nice spot deep inside. 

“C-cummin-” 

How cute, he didn’t even need to ask you to announce it. Letting your body ripple with the force of the orgasm, trembling limbs within his solid hold. If he was merciful, he would’ve continued to slide his fingers in and out, or maybe continue to caress your little nub, guiding you back to reality. However, hunger doesn’t allow for mercy. 

Removing his soaked digits away from your pulsating cunt, teal eyes observing the transparent strings that clung to them with amusement. A small appetizer wouldn’t spoil the main meal, skilled tongue cleaning his fingers of your slick. Your head still limp against his shoulder, eyes rolled back in the throws of pleasure. To bring you back down to earth, it's best to use a new type of force. 

Effortlessly, your hips were lifted up dripping cunt lined up with his impatient length below. In one fluid motion, your walls encase everything, drenched cunt giving no resistance as his tip kisses the spongy spot. Alhaitham lets a hiss escape him, it was as if he thrusted into the sun, your walls quickly bringing his member up to its temperature. 

From your lips another moan was ripped out, oh it seems that you’ve plummeted back to reality. Your cunt trembled yet gripped onto his cock like a vice, coaxing him to go in deeper, encouraging his hunger to abuse your gummy walls even more. Barely riding out one wave of pleasure before another drowned you. 

The hunters at your wedding could stick to your side the whole celebration, they could glare at him all they wanted, and they could try their damndest to keep the vampire at a distance. However, it was all efforts wasted in vain. For it was you, the blushing bride, who walked straight into his arms in the end, so open and receptive. 

As he slides out just the slightest bit, your cunt protested by desperately clamping down, begging for his thick girth to stay in. In response he tightened his grip on your hips, lifting your body back up before bouncing you back down. What a glutton for pleasure you were, even as your little mouth whimpered and babbled, your walls thanked each slap of his hips with squeezes. 

Sadistic hunger wanted more, to thrust deeper, to bully that poor spot inside of you over and over again with his thick tip as your walls stretch to accommodate the girth. His thighs collected the mixture of sweat and slickness from your body at each thrust. Your fingers dug into his hands, fingers white as you tried to grasp at anything to ground yourself. 

“F-fast, too m-much.” There was drool escaping the corner of your parted lips, eyes barely back from seeing the inside of your head. 

“Oh? Do you want me to stop?”

Alhaitham grinds to a stop, member still pressing deep inside you as he pulled you closer so his breath could ghost over your nape. In an instant, your mouth and cunt protested, you should be more clear with your instructions. 

“N-noo.” Crying over the ruined tension. 

“No? You wanted this.” His finger finds its way back to that swollen nub, flicking it a few times to watch the jumps of your body.

“If I let you cum, then I’ll do it my way, is that clear, my bride?” Tormenting your clit with firm circles. 

“Yes! Please! P-pleasee.”

So weak against his voice, the sweet calls of a beast to lure you into the depths of depravity. Such is the fate of a shameless bride. Thus, his hips sprang back into action with renewed vigor. One hand keeps your hips still and the other remains on your clit to force that knot to reappear deep inside you. 

Nothing but nonsense and moans babbled from your loose face, nectar dripping down to his heavy balls as they slapped against you with each pistoning of his hips. Your frantic hands entangled themselves into ash-mint locks as he felt gummy walls closing in tighter and tighter, your toes curling at the end of spread legs. Sinful slaps increased in frequency throughout the room as did the pace of the finger on your clit. 

Your tense body held the warning of another storm, another fall off the edge into the depths. Alhaitham brushes his nose up your nape, the floral scent didn’t distract him from the goal laying just behind the skin. Your nerves were exhausted from the shooting pleasure, now was the perfect time to finally get his share. It’s only fair. 

Prepping the area with a slow lick as his hips continued their brutal pace, incisors brushed against the delicate skin before piercing through. His hand shot up from your hip to your neck, a loose grip holding you still as your body tensed then violently shivered. The frenzy clamping of your cunt on his length was proof of your fall. Loose jaw uttering out broken moans as tears dripped down your chin. 

The fresh scarlet flooded over his tongue and down his throat as Alhaitham continued with his slow suckling. Ah, you were very much like a flower, so delicate, so fragrant, and so bittersweet. It’s been almost a century since he last tasted the real thing, his body celebrated by filling your walls with thick release. An equivalent exchange of some sort. 

A human body is quite frail, losing over two pints of blood borders on fatal territory. It’s not good to deplete a resource so quickly. Alhaitham releases your neck, running his tongue over the wound to seal it up. Teal eyes checked your complexion to ensure his measurements were accurate. Cheeks still with a healthy red flush as your chest heaved with pants, eyes glistening with tears. Such a shameless sight. He allows your head to roll onto his shoulder. 

The rhythm of your heart settles back to its resting state as Alhaitham analyzes the taste he just experienced. 

“I love you,” you breathed into his shoulder. 

Alhaitham stiffens, the herbal aftertaste of your blood was bitter, the tang dried out his mouth causing a drawn-out pause. This is no good, he can’t miss the cue to say the line a bride longs to hear from her groom. 

“I love you too.” 

The choir of crickets from the world outside filled the void along with your pants.

“Pfft! Maybe let’s not say that, it’s too weird.” You shamelessly laughed, lifting your face from his skin. 

What a relief, at least you seem to still have sense. Such words felt forcefully wedged into a script that wasn’t written for it. Might as well remove the line altogether. Moving on from the scene, Alhaitham lets you enjoy the warmth reflected off his body by yours. 

It’s in the clauses to allow you to enjoy all aspects of marriage, so enjoy this honeymoon segment.

“Haitham, can you carry this for me please?”

“Haitham, I can’t reach, can you get it please?”

“Haitham, let’s have panipuri tonight!... Can you cook it please?”

It would’ve been better if he remained nothing more than just a decoration. It would’ve been easier if he was just a view for you to see behind glass. Perhaps Alhaitham’s acute eyes misread the contract, did you want a husband or just a maid? 

Instead of sitting down in his own house to enjoy a book, he finds himself saddled with domestic responsibilities. 

Must you call on him for everything?

Laundry and groceries aren’t that heavy. If you can’t reach the top shelves with the duster, then just get a chair. No ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ could prevent the downward tug of his lips every time you call him that doltish name. Your justification of a ‘nickname’ between lovers was moronic. 

“Huh… Haitham how come you only use salt?”

Why do you make a creature who doesn’t consume such foods cook them? You’re more than capable of cooking for yourself every day. Although, Alhaitham would prefer it if you stopped using such overly fragrant herbs and spices. 

Of course, when two breaths occupy the same space, there are bound to be pieces that don’t fit together, just as two breaths never sync. Alhaitham already factored those into his decision, but this was more proof of why a theory is always second to application. How troublesome the reality of marriage is, no wonder divorce rates are so high. 

A good actor knows how to stay in character, so he’ll keep these thoughts to himself. Just as he lists your quirks silently. 

One, you’re capricious. One moment silently enjoying a drama on the TV you asked him to purchase, body hogging the entire expanse of a couch. The next, you’ll be humming as plates and cups clatter in the sink, or the heavy thumps of your steps as you bound through the house with a mop. Alhaitham prefers it when you’re stationary, at least it doesn’t disturb his reading.

–

Two, you drink tea, an unfathomable amount of it. A warm cup always nestled between your fingers, bitter water mixed with honey. The herbal tang finds its way into your blood, making it taste like medicine. Thus, Alhaitham treats it as such, medicine just to alleviate suppressed bloodlust taken in moderation. 

–

Three, you wanted to celebrate everything. Each square of a calender marked with scribbles. Why celebrate a celebration that’s already past? What is so special about a birthday? The past two years you purchased the same bundle of pungent flowers that made up that bouquet on that day to gift to him. 

“Don’t you want a taste? I saved a slice just for you. Oh, would you eat it if I sprinkled some of my blood on it?”

Alhaitham swiftly accepts the plate from you, lifting the fork of overly sweet birthday cake into his mouth. Useless carbs take up space in his body, but such a thing causes no harm. Better to taste like pure sugar and not medicine. 

–

The worst quirk of yours? You rise as soon as the sun greets the sky, adamant to not miss a single second of a day. Every day’s itinerary is filled with spur-of-the-moment decisions, such as going to a farmers market only open on Saturdays between the hours of 9 am and 2 pm. And how you drag him along. 

 Curses, only a human would drag a creature of the night into the day. What sadistic creatures, delighting in others' misery, you’re no exception. 

“I thought you said vampires aren’t like how TV depicts them.” Curious eyes observe his slouched figure. 

Vampires aren’t like how those dramas of yours depict them. No formal invitation to cross wooden thresh holds, no garlic braids as an effective shield, and no turning into a pile of ash at the mere rays of a star. 

If so, then vampires would’ve been long gone by now. However, just because the sunlight can’t kill a vampire-

“It doesn’t mean it’s not unpleasant.” His stoic voice was too tired to add a bite. 

You continued to stare at him with wonderment, as if what he said was the most complex theory known to the universe. Those dramas must’ve rotted that mind of yours, he concludes. You’re beyond saving. 

“I see.” Gentle hands lift the excessive sun hat from your head. 

Reaching on your tiptoes you place it atop his head, the straw brim providing some reprieve for his irritated skin. Shuffling the hat around until it’s securely nested along his now trussed ash locks. Satisfied, you lower yourself back down. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. We can go home..” 

Tenderly, your hands clasped around his, guiding him into the shade. The whole walk your hands never left his, eyes always searching for the next patch of shadows to lead him into. For the rest of the weekend, you just watched your dramas, the sensation of guilt must’ve muted your voice. 

Good. He celebrated this rare break in his library away from you.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Monday night rolled around again, as he passes the living room, he spots your loafing body napping on his couch as the TV acted as white noise. Tsk. Regardless, it’s time to get to work, he walks toward the front door.

“Wait,” came a soft command, dripping with sleep. 

From around the corner, your figure comes stumbling towards Alhaitham, his hand still firmly on the knob. Hands busy trying to rub the fatigue away from your eyes, blinking away the pleasant dream you were just in. 

Why did you abandon it? Alhaitham doesn’t know. 

Your frame reaches his, transferring some of your warmth to him, arms outstretched towards his neck. Teal eyes don’t miss the way your drowsy legs were wobbling. To prevent any accidents, he supports your body with an arm around the waist. 

Just as he feels your body steady, clammy palms encase the sides of his face. Pulling it down as your supple lips pressed against his cool cheek. Did you traverse all the way from the sofa just for a kiss? 

“Have a good night at work.” Your shameless smile beamed. 

A habit formed from one of your dramas, a wife bidding goodbye to her husband with a sweet kiss to boost his spirits. Curiosity must have gotten the better of you, or maybe you wanted to amuse yourself, two possibilities Alhaitham devises. 

–

“So, how’s married life treating you?” Kaveh’s smug tone grated against his eardrums as the blond rested an elbow on the bar table. 

Alhaitham couldn’t stop the frown from forming, nor the heavy sigh, so he took a hearty sip of his wine. Emptying the glass in one fluid motion. 

“Heh, I see you’ve been enjoying the spoils of marriage very much,” Tighnari snickered. 

“Sure, if you wish to see it that way.” Alhaitham’s hand found itself pouring another glass. 

It seems that everyone around the ashen-haired vampire was enjoying the spoils of this odd union, everyone but him that is. His miseries fueling the chaff nature of his acquaintances, still he needed a reprieve to drink. 

Not that herbal blood of yours, but something actually palatable like the fragrant wine washing the frustrations down his throat. It’s not marriage, it’s having to work overtime. 

“Regardless, you signed a contract, you must uphold the clauses.” Cyno’s scarlet eyes leered over the rim of his glass. 

Alhaitham sighs, he should’ve drank alone. 

–

The tavern wasn’t a far journey away from his house. The deep hues of night slowly shift to the youthful flushes of dawn. He’s been drinking for quite some time, it didn’t matter, alcohol has no effect on a body such as his. 

Alhaitham twists the key, the door creaking ajar just to reveal your figure with arms crossed. Disappointment ever so clear in those eyes of yours. 

“Where’ve you been?” No chirp in your tone. 

After a few hours of reprieve, Alhaitham is welcomed home with an interrogation. Wonderful. Why should he answer this meek creature standing in front of him? He could just walk to bed and get the rest he deserves. 

‘You must uphold the clauses.’ 

Right, Alhaitham has to play the role of a husband, he signed a contract, too late to just burn the papers now. 

“I went drinking with coworkers,” he curtly answers. 

“Why didn’t you call beforehand?” Your head tilts, disappointed eyes still honed on him. 

Why does he have to inform you of his every movement? Who were you to demand so much of his individuality? Alhaitham couldn’t help the frown that reappeared, directed at you, the hurdle that blocked him from entering his own home. 

The grandfather clock counted the seconds in the background, two sets of eyes locked in a stare-down. One frowning and one disappointed. How long will this last?

Your shoulders slumped as a sigh left your lungs. Eyes finally finding rest behind two heavy lids. 

“My life’s too short for misunderstandings and messy communication,” you huffed. 

Your back straightens again as you lean in closer, eyes recentering on his towering form. They no longer held the burden of disappointment, they twinkled with something else. 

“I’m your wife, and you’re my husband.” You stated the obvious.

“So when my husband, who usually arrives home at half past midnight on the dot, didn’t arrive home until dawn without a single text or call. I got worried.” 

What wasted concern, why worry for an immortal creature?

“You don’t need to report every movement to me, I don’t want that either, but if you plan on staying out please give me a simple text. So I don’t have to spend hours worrying about why my husband isn’t answering my calls.” 

Alhaitham scans over the discoloration hanging heavily under your eyes. An unpleasant sensation crawled up his spine. Phone shut off by habit, unaware of how you were losing sleep as he emptied bottle after bottle. He has to remedy the situation now, it’s what a husband should do. 

“I understand, I’ll do that from now on,” he answers. 

Is he allowed back into the confines of his own house now?

Your hands were now positioned defiantly on your hips, brows quirked up as if expecting something more. 

No. 

“You’re supposed to apologize, ya know. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time, my wife’,” you advised. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time, my wife,” he parroted. 

The magic words to finally open the path into the house, words that finally returned that grin to your face. Arms outstretched you wrapped them around his neck as your lips warmed up his cool cheek. 

“Welcome home, Haitham.” 

Ah, he knows what that twinkle in your eyes was, sincerity. 

Audiences rarely see the behind-the-scenes of a movie, with directors always handpicking which mistakes are charming enough to be shown as a blooper. Audiences don’t see the multiple scenes filmed then refilmed, they can’t experience the long hours, and they don’t know how many times lines were misread. Three years is enough time for actors to learn their lines. 

“Is my drama too loud?”

Alhaitham peers over the top of the journal, focusing on your face peeking through the entrance of his library. Judging by the apron, he guesses it's almost time for dinner, the dialogue playing on the TV was just above a muffle from here. 

“It’s fine, remember to turn on the kitchen hood.”

“Okay, which wine did you want to baste the meat in?”

“Top left, how long will it take?”

“Pfft, famished already? 15 minutes, you won’t waste away in that time right, Haitham?”  

The ever-so-adventurous palate of yours and the ever-so-drab palate of his. An unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, two existences that bend and twist each other until equilibrium. Equilibrium in the form of a steak basted in red wine, rare for him and medium for you. A dinner that could be enjoyed by both breaths. 

–

“Oh?” Your bewildered eyes blink at the bouquet presented to you. 

A wrapped box held tenderly in your hands. Alhaitham had taken note of a certain scribble marked on the calendar, it was he who got the fourth bouquet. Placing an order ahead of time to ensure the freshest flowers. 

“You said they smelled bad.”

“I’m used to it.” A half-truth. 

Your lips couldn’t suppress its toothy grin, balancing the box in one hand as the other accepts the bouquet. 

“Since you have every book in existence, I got you something else.” You nudged the wrapped present toward him. 

Unraveling the decorative paper his eyes were greeted by the sight of a carved figure of a… what is it? Meeting your eager gaze, the quirk in his eyebrow told enough. 

“It’s a hawk, I saw in storage that you used to collect these decorations.” 

Ah, you found a petty hobby he had decades ago to torment a certain someone. A figure serves no practical purpose in a home, but the eagerness of your eyes was enough to find the endearing gift a place on a shelf. 

–

“How does one make their blood tastier?” You pondered into his embrace. 

His tongue traveled up the nape of your neck to collect the escaped drops of scarlet and to close up the wound. Your bare skin pressed against his, rising his temperature to a pleasant warmth. 

He could feel every shiver as his length shifted within your overstimulated walls, recovering the overwhelming pleasure experienced just moments earlier. 

What an obvious answer, stop drinking that tea of yours. However, Alhaitham prefers when you have the energy to trot through crowded walkways at dusk with him in tow. Bittersweetness is an acquired taste, one that took him some time. 

“Since you have enough clarity to ask questions, I’m assuming you’re up for another round.” His husky breath ghosts over your ear.

“Wait~ I’m still sens-Ah!” 

–

Over time, something as short as five years, even a trickle of water can crave a home for itself in the rocky foundations of the earth that’s existed since the dawn of time.

The side of the polished dinner table with the clearest view of the TV was your side. 

The mug left in the sink with the faint aroma of tea and sweet honey was your mug.

The couch with cushions misshapen and molded by repeated use was your couch.

 Such is the lull of domestic reality, each kiss at the door to bid goodbye and each kiss to welcome him back.

Nothing, not even immortality, is resistant to time.

Due to the crowd you’ve built your circle from, hunters were semi-frequent guests at his home. Much to your delight and his dismay. A husband should get along with his wife’s friends. 

“Your complexion has gotten paler.” Candace’s heterochromatic eyes narrowed, her hands turning your face from side to side. 

“Mmm, I haven’t been going out during the day as much.” Resting the weight of your head within her palms. 

“Bullshit, he’s been using you like livestock,” Dehya snapped. 

“Mmm? Not really, he says my blood taste like leaves.” Halfheartedly lifting your face out of Candace’s warm hold. 

“Don’t cover for that bastard,” the Flame-Mane hunter scowls. 

“Need I remind you ‘that bastard’ is still in the room?” Alhaitham breaks his silence. 

“Who said you could speak?” Sapphires clash with beryls. 

“Who’s home are you currently guests in?” 

Even without glancing down, Alhaitham could tell that Dehya’s hand was twitching to reach for the silver dagger hidden up her sleeve. The hand then falters back down, Candace must’ve also noticed, steadfast eyes sending a warning to the other hunter. 

“Of all people, why did you have to marry this vampire?” Dehya turns to you exasperated. 

“Mmm,” you hummed. 

With the finger pressed against your lip and your eyes wandering up towards nothing, Alhaitham couldn’t tell if you were deep in thought or just faking it.

Your pondering filled the room with silence, three pairs of eyes intently trained on your frame. Eyelids closed as you deepened your thought. After a few beats, they fluttered back open.  

“Because he’s just too handsome.” There’s that shameless smile again. 

The disgusted expression that plastered itself all over the hunter’s face at your response almost pushed a quiet laugh from his lips. However, Alhaitham wanted to avoid a physical confrontation from starting in his house. 

If there’s one virtue you have, it’s that you’re a fair person. You perplex your friends and husband to equal degrees. 

It’s now time for the hunters to start their night, much like how Alhaitham will soon report to the office. The two women and you were now at the threshold of the door bidding goodbye, their skeptical eyes every now and then glaring behind you at the vampire. 

“Oh, one more thing,” your voice perks up. 

Arms encapsulated two sturdy frames, pulling them close against yours. 

“I love you guys.” Your words make the two robust warriors take a sharp inhale, bodies tensing up momentarily. 

“We love you too, very much.” Candace’s voice forced itself to steady. 

“Yeah.” Dehya pulled you closer. 

After a few beats, you pulled away from your friends. Lighthearted grin lopsided on your face. 

“Alright then, stay safe out there,” you chimed, waving at them. 

After their figures disappeared from view, Alhaitham shut the oak door. You still peered out the curtains, daydreaming something as the stars reflected in your eyes. He observes for a moment before he collects the cups and dishes that once held tea and sweets to entertain bygone guests. 

You were already surrounded by love, genuine love. Why did you sell your soul to experience something you already had? Alhaitham will save that question for another day.

Would you try saying that line to him again? Maybe this time he read his line without hesitation.

–

Alhaitham’s heavy lids shot open. The unwelcome greetings of morning birds signaled the time of day. Keen eyes scanned over the empty space beside him, sheets still trussed in the shape of a smaller figure. The bird songs rang like sirens, heightening his senses. 

For once his ageless body left the bed without protest, swift steps pattering through the dim halls until the backyard came into view. Sunlight poured in through the open door, the wooden mounts perfectly framing your slumped figure. 

Tired body balancing upon the basket of damp laundry, halfway from the backdoor and clothes line, you stopped to take labored breaths. 

Swiftly he was by your side, towering stature blocking you from the harsh rays. Alhaitham lifts your fatigued body from the ground, giving your aching legs relief. Even with the sun hanging high in the sky, your skin didn’t absorb an ounce of warmth. 

He takes you to the safety of the dim house, settling you onto the soft cushions of your couch. 

“Don’t push yourself.” Alhaitham shifts a few pillows behind your back. 

“I wasn’t, the laundry needs to be hung,” you huffed. 

“Just call for me.” 

You sounded out a whine of protest, but your breathing steadied. Alhaitham moves to stand back to full height, ready to finish the task awaiting out in the sun. 

“Wait,” came your soft call. 

Plucking your favorite sun hat off, you bestowed it upon unkempt ash locks still dusted with sleep. Fussing with the oversized straw brim until it stayed in place. Once satisfied you beamed, fingers caressing his smooth cheeks before placing a peck from curled lips. 

“Thank you, Haitham.” 

Adamant hands smoothed over the damp clothes, ensuring that they didn’t dry on the line with wrinkles that stayed stubbornly. The morning rays felt like sand against his exposed skin, but the hat bestowed upon him made it tolerable. 

–

“It’s dusk, would you like to stroll through the market tonight?” Beryl eyes inspect the curled figure of his wife among cushions and blankets. 

“Mmm, maybe not tonight.” You sink deeper into your couch, drama long forgotten. 

“I see.” Alhaitham moves to the armchair just adjacent to you, a frequent perch of his now. 

“Come here?” 

Just as you finished blinking Alhaitham was by your side again. Slowing lifting your upper body just off the cushion, you pat the now free space, welcoming him to sit. He wouldn’t be a good husband if he were to deny such a request. So he sits. 

Once the ashen-haired vampire was fully situated, your head found its place upon his thighs. 

“Lap pillow,” there was that giggle of yours. 

Alhaitham sighs, but he couldn’t prevent the corner of his lips from curling up, so he hides it with his book. This must be something you learned from those dramas again. He’ll humor it. 

His cool fingers run along your scalp as his teal eyes switched between your resting face and the words printed along the aged paper.

Maybe not today, perhaps tomorrow when the rays of a selfish star kiss your cheeks.

–

The drinks were served quietly, the tavern didn’t seem as lively tonight. Perhaps because it’s the busy season, Spring air carries with it the signs of renewing life and tax forms. 

“So, how is she, the wife?” Kaveh traverses the stagnant air. 

What a redundant question, Alhaitham knows they can smell the fragrance lingering on his body from you, the aroma of flowers only found in a garden beyond a line immortals can cross. The scent of an ending journey. 

“I’ll send some more Kalpalata Lotus tea, one cup a day should help with lethargy.” Tighnari prescribes, making a mental note to prepare the delivery once he returns home. 

“Thank you, how much would I owe?”

“None, just a gift for your wife.” 

Alhaitham hums in gratitude, and the table continued to play cards placidly. Throughout the rounds, his teal eyes stole glances over to a dark screen. 

The group dispersed at dawn, but it wasn’t long before Alhaitham acknowledged the presence behind him. 

“Alhaitham.” 

He only glanced over his shoulder at the tan vampire. 

“Remember the punishment that awaits those who dare disturb the cycle of life.” A threatening crackle resounded from the curled fingers by Cyno’s side. 

Alhaitham already knows and Cyno knows it all too well. After all, the privilege of a good true death was stolen away from the white-haired man many years ago. Cursing the shorter man to eternity. Thus, Cyno now spends eternity punishing those who dare break the most sacred law.

Alhaitham responds with a nod and with that the two men parted ways as the rosy hues of dawn dyed the sky. You’re probably in bed already, it’ll be his kiss to announce his return.

–

In an age where humans outnumber vampires, with new technologies and weapons that can now threaten once untouchable creatures, immortal beings now have to obey mortal laws. The most sacred of laws, vampires cannot turn humans into immortal beings. It’s illegal, it’s immoral even to curse such fleeting creatures with eternity. 

However, vampires are creatures born outside the grace of god from the very start, lurking in the shadows of iconoclasm. What difference would it make? 

It’s his night to make dinner, steak with red wine sauce. 

What is the difference between blood and wine to the inattentive eye? The scarlet hues could be easily mixed. All it would take is a sprinkle, drops stirred into the fragrant sauce served over the juicy meat, for you to abandon your humanity. For the ticking of a grandfather clock to stop its hands.

Who wouldn’t want more time? 

A scene from a night now long past resurfaces at the front of Alhaitham’s mind. 

–

“Would you want more time?” Came a question that broke the silence after a moment of passion. 

Your damp skin glistens under the moonlight, your chest rising and falling as the lust slowly blinks away from your eyes. Alhaitham’s hand on your back guides you down from cloud nine. You stared at him inquisitively, teal reflecting back to him as he remains silent. 

Ashen hair tussled and scratches fading away from cooling skin, he awaits your answer, schemes manifesting. 

You let out a hum, signing that you’ll humor his question this time, as your face rests against the pillow comforted by his woodsy scent. 

–

If you had more time, he would have more time. More time to pick your brain. More time to search through the archives of your thoughts to decrypt you. More time to grovel at your feet for forgiveness after he rips the humanity away from your arms. 

Alhaitham is a prideful thing, but he’s not a dense fool. He knows when an apology is necessary, insight gained from his time shared with you. 

Teal eyes glance back behind him towards the living room, where your figure sat quietly, attention distracted by the pair of lovers on screen in the midst of a tense argument. Never once turning behind to glance into the kitchen, not one ounce of suspicion. The scene finishes.

–

“I was born a human.” Your lids opened again, meeting his beryl-like eyes. 

Irises pure like the moonlight reflected in them. He hums in acknowledgment, fingers tracing mindless scripts into your tender back. 

“I will die as one.”

He hums in confirmation. 

–

A riddle he couldn’t quite solve to bypass the sphinx who guards the sanctuary of your mind. Humans are greedy creatures of conquest, always wanting more, always hungry for more. That’s why creatures like him exist and thrive, feeding into the natural greed of humans. 

Every human wants more power, more money, more wisdom. Every human wants more and more and more. Every human, so why can’t you want more? It seems that the breeze who gallivanted into his office, proposing to him with a contract, won’t reveal her secret. 

As it was outlined on the paper signed by two names, he shall honor your wishes for now until the end, such is the character of a husband. 

Alhaitham runs his hand under the kitchen sink, shameless eyes watching as the water turns clear again, and as the skin closes up. A feature only a creature born outside the jurisdiction of god would have. 

He finishes the meal with a few sprinkles of freshly cut herbs, serving the untainted sauce over juicy cuts of steak, one cooked medium and one cooked rare. He calls you over to the dinner table. 

The average human life span has increased drastically in the past centuries, it’s now about eighty years give or take. 

Still a mere fraction of the time held by vampires. 

Eighty years, and yet you could only have a fraction of that. You could only offer him a sliver of a fraction. 

–

“It’s been a while since you’ve fed, aren’t you hungry?” Your eyes peered over at him. 

Alhaitham wipes the washcloth along your back from beside the porcelain tub, steamy water carrying the fragrance of Nilotpala Lotuses. The humidity of the bathroom made the shirt cling to his skin like a wet rag, but the moisture helped with your coughs. 

“I’m satisfied.” Another half-truth, teal eyes scan for any signs of discomfort, he can bare it. 

“Really? I’m sure my blood doesn’t taste like leaves anymore.” You rested your cheek again on the warm washcloth, eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights as you looked into his. 

The gift by Tighnari sitting untouched in the corner of a cabinet. Perhaps you’ve gotten tired of the bitter herbal taste, or maybe because there wasn’t a point in drinking it anymore.

Alhaitham fought the urge to click his tongue at your brash humor, only you would worry about how you taste during the closing days of a contract. However, his lips couldn’t form a frown when you beamed at him like that.

–

On the path to work, beryl eyes landed upon a bouquet arranged with familiar flowers, the petals dyed by the rich hues of dusk. The florist was busy gathering up the displays to bring them back inside for the night. 

“Excuse me, I’d like to purchase this bouquet.” 

That night at the office, the staffed vampires crinkled their noses at the overwhelmingly floral scent that plagued the floor. Alhaitham just shut his office door, bouquet resting in a hastily prepared vase, such a thing won’t kill a vampire it’s such a minuscule issue. 

“I’m home.” He locks the door after him. 

Keen hearing not picking up the pattering of feet along the hardwood floor. Placing the flowers on the entranceway table along with his dress shoes, the ashen-haired immortal trekked through the halls, silence ringing in his ears. 

Behind the solid bedroom lay his answer, turning the knob, Alhaitham feels tense muscles loosen as the steady melody of breaths resounded through the room. 

You’ve been here since this afternoon, body now imprinted into the plush mattress. Still, your blood still runs and your chest still rises, even if there were faint hints of wheezing it was good enough. Quiet as a shadow, Alhaitham removes his blazer and tie before joining you under the sheets. He’s been craving sleep. 

A timeless body doesn’t need sleep, ageless cells don’t require such downtime to recover. However, claiming that vampires don’t enjoy sleep would be a blatant lie. A calm way to pass the endless time offered by eternity, a nice way to escape boredom. 

Or maybe it’s because sleep gives immortal creatures a taste of an experience they’ll never have. Peaceful expiry. 

Teal eyes observe the ever-present curl of your lips before cool lips are pressed against your plush ones. A habit formed after six years. The flowers were still left at the door, but they’ll survive the night. Alhaitham will show them to you in the morning, and you’ll beam that grin at him in the morning. 

–

Fresh flowers rested in a vase gifted by friends on the nightstand, the last flowers of Spring. The delicate blooms give way to the vibrant greens of Summer. Such a cruel season for vampires, with days so long and nights so short. A cruel season that offered your body no additional warmth. 

Alhaitham’s hand brushes against the apples of your cheeks, your unconscious body protests in an instant with shivers and curls away from the thief stealing what precious heat you had. As if burned by fire, the vampire retracts his hand. 

Right, he can’t be greedy. Teal eyes watch every tremor until his legs finally remembered how to walk. Pacing to the closet Alhaitham pulls the Winter covers out from storage, insulating your body with the thick duvet. 

The layers form a barrier protecting you from icy touches as he smooths out the wrinkles. 

When humans walk into a garden, their eyes are immediately drawn toward the most beautiful blooms. Watching intently at how the petals of the young blossom unravel, their senses enjoying the heavenly fragrance. It’d only be a matter of seconds before their inevitable greed takes over, and they wish to claim the flower as their own. 

In this sense, the gods are no different than the mortals who were crafted in their image. Greedy to pluck the most beautiful blooms from the garden for their mere amusement. 

Is that what went on behind the garden wall those born outside the jurisdiction of god couldn’t peer over? Alhaitham wonders if you’d answer this inquiry of his. However, if he wants answers, he’ll have to ask soon. 

How should he say the last lines of this script?

Alhaitham ponders. There wasn’t a director to give a cue, no parenthetical to follow. Perhaps he’s entertaining such futile thoughts to distract himself.

With each wheeze of your chest, the itch in his palm grew unbearable. His thumb begged to dig its nail into the smooth skin until scarlet droplets trickled out. However, it never got its chance for soon your ailing fingers occupied the space, interlocking to halt its motion as gold rings clinked together. 

“My husband is such a handsome actor.” Breathy voice babbling with a giggle. 

Alhaitham’s cool skin hogged your warmth, trying to permanently sear the temperature into itself. 

“You don’t have to play this role anymore.” You craned your neck away with a deep exhale, exposing the vulnerable skin to him. 

There’s nothing viler to a vampire than stagnant blood. Blood that no longer runs tastes rotten, cold blood is worst than bile. Your blood still ran warm, he could sense it. This time it was his incisors that itched. 

Keen eyes don’t miss the way your nape prickled at the breath that ghosted over it as his lips parted. Your lids gently shut, bracing yourself. The incisors brushed against your exposed jugular, but they couldn’t break through the delicate skin. They wouldn’t. They just wouldn’t. 

Like the cowards they were, they retreated. Alhaitham closes his lips, deciding to press a tender kiss on the spot instead. His free hand guides your head back into a comfortable position on the plush pillow. 

“You don’t have to hold yourself back.” Your eyes were open again. 

“I’m not holding myself back,” he spoke the truth, the whole truth.

You were born with blood, it’s only right that you die with it, Alhaitham concludes. 

The ending clause of that contract be damned. 

“What a silly vampire.” Your bell-like laughter twinkled in his ears. 

Yes, he is. Even after all these centuries, Alhaitham realizes he’s still no better than a fool. A shameless fool. An idiotic hypocrite ready to stray away from the principles he thought he held firm. He’ll accept this verdict, he’ll continue this fool’s errand, if and only if you continue to giggle at his antics.

Outside the window came the dirge of Summer crickets, gentle crips accompanying your fleeting wheezes. Alhaitham shifts the thick comforter up your body, smoothing out the wrinkles as the soft warmth lulls you away. 

Your still fingers in between the spaces of his, your head curled within the space between his nape. 

Under the moon’s pure rays, lay two bodies atop soft sheets, curled towards each other, the fleeting warmth long dissipating. Atop silk sheets, one body envisions the two buried under cold dirt and not clean comforters with hands somehow still locked together. Deep under the garden wall.

Once the cruel sun creeps into the sky, and the night flees into hiding with her stars, Alhaitham will have to make a call. 

He’ll have to speak with the receptionist on the other end, with their bright customer service greeting, and get a legal pronouncement of death. Then soon after that, he’ll have to arrange the transportation of your cold husk. He’ll have to lower you into the ground alone.

However, the morning is still hours away, the moon is still here to lend her quiet sympathies. So tonight, just for tonight humor his little daydream.  

Fin~

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[harmlessghosty]

Saw the vamp!touchstarved character braunrote and I offer my opinions:

Vampire Vere would be ruthless before he really falls in love with reader. He's greedy and wouldn't think twice about draining someone. But tbh I think when he gets close/serious with reader he'd still be greedy and messy and shit but he'd drink readers blood like it's fine wine. He gets his main fix from other victims but really savours reader. Expect it to be extremely bloody tho, he likes it to look like a crime scene xD

Leander for sure tries to kinda hide it. Not hardcore, bit he tries not to tell EVERYONE. He won't go our of his way but also you wouldn't know by just looking at him. I also think he'd be hesitant to drink from his SO and would make it way romantic, or at least he'd try

Mhin would go out of their way to hide that their a vampire. Would NEVER EVER dream of drinking from a person. They and up having to do it but they won't be happy. Also if their SO asked for them to drink their blood Mhin would refuse 100 times before agreeing. Feels very bad that they actually enjoyed it.... Might have gone a bit overboard too (vere did find out and tease them to hell and back fs)

I don't have much on Ais and Kuras rn cause... Brain empty

VAMPIRE TOUCHSTARVED BRAINROT, LET’S GOOOO! I love love LOVE all of your headcanons. Absolutely love them.

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Vampire Vere would definitely not think twice about murder. MC would find him dabbing at his crimson lips with bloodstained, monogrammed handkerchiefs more often than not. And when he wants to feed from his beloved? It’s an entire show he puts on. They get a candlelit room, a nice hot meal, tons of fluffy pillows and blankets…the whole nine yards, before he leans so close, his breath runs across the nape of their neck. “You smell delightful,” he whispers, a firm kiss pressing to their skin. “I’m sure you don’t mind that I eat after all of this preparation I’ve done for you, hm?”

Leander DEFINITELY tries to hide it. There are rumors, of course, swirling around Eridia, but no one really knows what’s true and what’s not. Turns out, being a contracted killer really helps conceal his vampiric identity! He can easily do away with bodies and no one will ask questions. Why do criminals keep appearing with two holes in the same spot on their neck? Weird. Maybe someone should hire Leander to look into that and find the culprit…and of course, he’ll take MC along for the journey, which seems a bit more roundabout than it should be. If he needs to feed during the trip, then perhaps they’re a good source of sustenance. After all, does it matter if his beloved knows his secret? They won’t tell a soul unless they’re trying to get themselves mysteriously killed too…

Mhin would never drink from a person…unless they’re absolutely starving to death. Even then, I imagine it to be a moment of disgust with themself—retching and vomiting the first few times they feed, then admitting they need to drink blood for their survival and doing it as humanely as possible. They knock out their victims and only drink until the hunger has barely subsided. They choose spots beneath clothes where marks could be mistaken for bug bites. Mhin struggles to admit they like MC’s blood more than anyone else’s; they really wish they didn’t, but they can’t get enough of it, to the point that they find it difficult to sleep beside them at night without absentmindedly running their fangs along MC’s skin. They’re just so hungry around their partner. Maybe…just a little sip…

Ais is a voracious beast and doesn’t try to hide his vampiric nature even a little bit. Everyone knows he’s dangerous, and everyone avoids him like the plague. And naturally, Ais with Vere is…horrifying. There’s a lot of begging for him to give mercy and let them live, but he’s no fool. If he lets too many of his victims live, then surely people will find a way to gang up on him. While that’s an interesting proposition, he’s not sure he wants to fight a dozen weak-ass humans when he’d much rather fight someone of his own caliper; humans are just too pathetic. When he meets MC, he’s constantly teasing them with flashes of his long fangs. “Scared? Should be, little sparrow,” he says, scrubbing dried blood off of his knuckles. He even sneaks up to feed from them, thinking MC will just be another victim, but somehow becomes smitten with their taste instead. They should be savored. It’s much more satisfying tasting them on occasion than devouring them whole so quickly.

Kuras is meticulous. He’s very much prone to drawing blood through proper means and drinking it from simple testing tubes in shot-like doses. If a patient needs a transfusion or a blood test, he’ll simply take an extra vial or two as payment. Yes, he feels guilty at first, but he can’t allow himself to starve when he needs to help the people of Eridia as a consequence of his terrible past. When MC is discovered practically bled out and armless, he makes sure to put them back together and doesn’t take a sample, not even a little, but he strongly considers it. He even has to wipe drool from his lips because they simply smell so strongly of beautiful blood. When they get closer to him and realize his true nature, he offers little more than a calm smile. “Would you like to sustain me as well, or do you prefer our current partnership instead?”

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[orchidyoonkook]

I'm the anonymous person from before..

I won't get into too much details about my personal conditions so I'm only giving enough details for you to know my remedies for migraines that might help. But, some remedies, you have already done by now.

So I severe from migraines a lot. And because I'm autistic, I've always had many migraines because of sensory overload type situations that would last days and even a week. Depends on the situations though.

Some of these are my "remedies" for my migraines.

Laying, even sleeping if that sleeps, in the darkest room you have so I would suggest covering your windows if you need to darken the room to make it less bright. Laying with an eye mask might help with that.

Ice. I recently got this icepack that's like wearing an eye mask, and it's giving enough pressure to your whole head (without hurting you) that tends to seem relaxing. But I don't think you have that. So you ice, ice packs, on your head and neck. Wearing the ice around your ice would be more effective than one your head from my personal experiences.

Drinking water. Coconut water, if you could actually be able to drink it since not everyone enjoys the flavor, is the real water that actually will help hydrate you faster. Mineral waters like fiji could help since lots of those waters have electrolytes. Maybe consume salty foods like soup or chips, or even a pinch of salt on your tongue, just to keep the water in your body. Since not everyone knows salt retains the water in body.

Ibuprofen. Or whichever medicine you usually take.. I would have said to try taking turmeric? Turmeric helps with head and body pains if it's a more holistic approach. Maybe add to your food? Supplements?

Bathing. Warm, or even hot, baths and showers. A hot salt water bath could help? Or just a regular hot shower. Not everyone knows a warm water may actually help with migraines. Since showers and baths are considered to be forms of heat therapy for migraines. They say that among other heat-related remedies, a warm shower has the power to stop pain signals from traveling to the brain and increase blood flow, which can help soothe muscles.

Eating. Because sometimes lack of eating causes migraines too.

Don't know if I missed anything? I was trying to think of my remedies.

Let me just say that I love you so much. I’ve only started getting migraines in the last 5-7 years so it’s still “new” to me.

Just wanted to start off saying thank you thank you thank you. I’m currently undiagnosed but very likely to be autistic as well and it’s only really presented itself fully in the last few years, meaning I’ve always had it, obvi, but I only recently started unmasking. So just learning that that could be a cause is something new and so super useful.

As for the dark room and laying down. I spent about 70% of the last two days sleeping and lying down hoping it would help. And it did a little bit.

The dark room is usually what I do for my severe migraines. I lock myself in my bathrooms and put a towel at the bottom of the door.

Ice is something I never thought about! I’ll have to go get some ice packs!!! I have a heat pad but no ice packs.

If I plug my nose I can drink coconut water but I’ve been guzzling all weekend I can promise you that ♥️.

I don’t have ibuprofen on hand but I did take a shit ton of acetaminophen and it unfortunately did nothing. however I’ve never tried tumeric so I will have to keep that on hand as well!!

And a shower was actually one of the first things I tried because I know it always helps. And it did. But I can’t stay in the shower for 48 hours :(. Stupid being a land mammal and the powers that be charging for a fundamental human right.

I had a really yummy dinner last night that my partner made me for eating. It was a big helping of chicken pasta Alfredo. I want to think it helped but I honestly couldn’t have told cause I felt a little nausea every time I took a bite. But it was so so good.

Hon if you’re missing anything I can’t say anything but thank you for the things that you did remember. I’m gunna keep this ask for later when I inevitably get another one because this has been so incredibly helpful.

Thank you thank you thank you so much truly ♥️♥️. You’re a good human. I hope you know that.

#the kindest of souls #if I hadn’t mentioned it earlier. thank you. i love you. i am 10000% referring back to this at a later date #my mum thinks this particular migraine was weather induced cause the weather here has been insane lately #but yeah. keeping this in my little storage container for future use ♥️ #asks #anon #ms.mailbox📬 #THANK YOU ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

[sashi-ya]

Hola Sashi!! cómo estás? OMGGG so excited for this event!! really i couldn’t stop thinking about it haha. btw, i also love the new theme <333 as soon as i saw the event was up i needed to send my request. so could i please have demon zoro x fem reader (human). for the kinks could they be please, degradation kink, overstimulation, blood kink. the place/location could it be on jigoku and the prompt can you fall in love in hell?

hope you are taking care of your self, and don’t forger to hydrate yourself <3

Hola hermosa!! Muy bien? y tu?! So, I think I went a little too far with this request... but, it is supposed to be demonic, isn't it? 😏 I really hope you enjoy this babe!! Thank u so so much for all of your support!

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏! 𝑹𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒂 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅

➡ Tw: nsfw. degrationg kink. blood kink. his blood is kinda used like a drug, so reader is literaly addicted to it. Blood drinking, duh. Vaginal, Anal. Overstimulating. Oral. Rough, violent and everything a demon could do if it was Zoro. ➡ wc: 2.5k ➡ Want more? visit the masterlist

Kneeling in front of such a creature, your legs tremble and your skin gets bumpy. Hell was supposed to be hot, but you are shivering. His stare, it’s cold, it’s weakening. Who are you... What are you?

Greenish hair, long strands, one of his eyes crossed by a scar. He has fangs, he looks like the embodiment of violence and bloodthirst desires. But he also looks majestic, like a Japanese deity, like some kind of God you are willing to pray for, to bow before.

The number three rules his image, three golden earrings, three katanas on his side, and a purple aura that makes it look like he is three in one.

“Wh- who are you?” you ask stuttering, for some reason you think he is able to understand you like any other human being.

“A simple human dares to ask questions?” he asks back, putting himself over you the moment he opens his mouth. And a mouth that opens and shows sharp fangs that look so ready to bite, to devour.

You don’t speak, and instead you simply make yourself into a little ball when he comes walking your way. You, however let your eyes imbibe in the way his hips move as he walks; A kimono only tied around his snatched waist covers everything down his belly button. The defined muscles of his body form the equivalent of carnal work of art, you were told hell was supposed to be punishment, but is this really a punishment? To penalize you for your life actions with such beautiful scenery is really a bad thing…?

His huge hand lands over the crown of your head, it feels heavy, but it is not the weight of the hand what makes you short of breath, but that aura that surrounds him. It feels crushing, it feels asphyxiating but you are so attracted to it that you want more, more of it surrounding your whole being.

Little claws tangle around your hair and pulling from it, he makes you lift your head to fix your eyes on his. Your head subtly thrown back makes your mouth slightly open, showing the creature in front of you a juicy pair of lips and front teeth barely grazing them.

He smirks and licks his fangs, but suddenly bites his own tongue. A drop of dark blood sprouts from it, a drop that he lets fall into your lips. It doesn’t really taste like blood, but it is irony and delicious. His dark blood taste like sin, like impurity, and it makes you wanna taste more of it, like a drug, so in need of it.

“Welcome to hell, you filthy mortal… You’ve been assigned to me” he says, smiling as your pupils dilate, because you need more of that unholy fluid that runs through his veins.

You need to know, also, for what you’ve been assigned to him… even if you can already imagine it as he shakes you and leaves you panting on the floor like a little animal about to be attacked.

“I’m Zoro, first class demon… Soon to become the king of this whole reign. Now, you can chose whether you want me to punish you with pain or you take what I have to offer in exchange for it” he says, revealing what’s been semi clear to you… he is a demon.

“I will take whatever you want” you obediently answer, kneeling with your palms over your lap and a clear submissive pose. It makes Zoro laugh so devilishly, no wonder you ended up in Hell with him… the most perverse, severe, and depraved demon of all Jigoku.

Zoro does not wait a minute longer, and just as you had him covered in clothes a few seconds ago he takes them off, completely. Those katanas that were hanging at his right side, rest so dangerously at your side. You, still unable to contain the little spasms your body experiences because of the sudden addiction for his blood, lick your lip to behold such imagery of nudity. His body looks like those sculpture you once saw in many museums, but with a little twist, his skin is not like marble but instead it has many scars of past cuts that look whiter than his caramel skin. Down his belly button, a happy trail of dark green hairs that leads you to his sex. Sex so hard, dripping, big, almost purple as it is so erect. You feel your mouth get watery, primal instincts kicking in, and the still need for his blood on your mouth.

So needy you are, you try to crawl on all fours to his crotch, making him violently grab you by your cheeks to stop you, carving marks on them with his sharp claws. “Ah such a whore, look at you so needy… what you want filthy scum?” he asks, sure you want more of his blood and now to be able to choke on his cock.

“Blood…” you mumble, having lost almost all of your free will, being a simple slave of that tempting creature so close to you. Your senses become sharper, and sharper. You can even smell his skin scent. A scent that mixes sake and masculine perfume, like sweat. And It’s not disgusting, it is spell bounding, it makes you want him to keep sweating as he fucks you just to be able to get drunk on his odour.

“Open” he mumbles, pressing harder the sides of your mandible joint just to make your mouth gap wider. He sticks his tongue out, letting more drops of his own vital fluids to flow into you. It momentously remedies your need for it, but it makes you even more and more needy the more time it passes. You feel your body readjusting to the way your heart beats faster and stronger, you are able to see more sharply around you and yet still you feel lightheaded.

Drooling you become a mere instrument of that demon now grabbing you by your neck. His arms are so strong it cuts your airflow almost immediately. And yet, if you were to die right there, you would accept it gladly… nothing feels more heavenly than doing it under Zoro’s smirk.

His eye, grey until that moment turns purple and shiny. Whether you did something to motivate it or not, you are not sure, but surely you are about to experience such change. He lifts you up just by your neck, you gag and try to breath, with no great success. Your legs hang as your feet can’t touch the floor.

“I am going to use every hole you have to stick my dick inside of them, I will fuck you until you can’t even recall what’s happening or happened to you. You will be used to receive my cum until you burst with it. And I will, for sure, drink your blood until I am satisfied with it. This is the last chance you have to decide whether you accept this or not”

You, feeling like the last molecule of oxygen has been used by your body, nod with a smirk. Of course, you will accept it, gladly and willingly…

“That’s a good bitch, you see? I wished the last ones had been so obedient…” he mumbles, letting you fall to the ground. Your knees hit the cobbled floor, and for the very first time you take a look at your surroundings. It looks like what people have depicted in art as what hell is, little islands scattered all around, a sea so red that looks like blood and fire everywhere… but what matters the most is the many punishments that are taking place on each little island. Physical punishments, and people being violently fucked by demons everywhere… perhaps that’s what is about to happen to you, and yet, you are not scared at all.

Zoro comes closer, tightening his grip on your hair once again. He pushes his own dick against your lips for you to open and receive it inside of your mouth. You do, allowing him to go as deep as he wishes in just the very first thrust. Violently, and not caring about your own wellbeing, the demon makes your throat hurt, mercilessly.

In and out, perfect, and hard hips move. You gag and cry, and you drool enough for the saliva to flow through the sides of your lips. You try to look at him in between blurry vision and salty tears. “Take. It. All. Inside” he grunts with each thrust. Zoro bites his own lips with raptured expression each time you feel like throwing up, he knows exactly when to stop to prevent so, and yet you are sure he won’t even care about it.

So hard he bites his lips sometimes, that more blood comes out of them. You are surprised by how not a single pain expression takes over his countenance, and instead he feeds you from time to time with it. The drops falling over his large shaft, just for you to lick it out of it. Pleased and grateful you drink it, drugged with the irony taste of it. It makes you even more willing to let him ruin you, to destroy you.

Zoro never stops but slaps your hands that want to bury on his well-trained ass. “Don’t touch me, disgusting whore. You are here to be touched, not to touch” he grunts, pushing you off and finishing with his own hands. He pumps harder and enjoys the way you stick your tongue out to receive his cum without even have to be asked to do so.

“You thought I wanted to finish right in your mouth, you little bitch?” he laughs, and smirking as he begins to spasm while orgasm hits him hard, he cums right on your face. Sure, some fall into your mouth, but the rest doesn’t. It bathes you completely, you try to lick it off your lips and that makes Zoro even more amazed at how much you degrade yourself to him.

His huge hand smears his release all over you and cleans your eyes. But he is not doing it because he is helping you, but just to enjoy your raptured expression while being touched by him. Zoro has you in the palm of his hand, so willingly open to be his. You have an insane addiction for him, you lust for his body, you almost love that demon…

… can someone fall in love in Hell?

“Good girl, have some more of my blood” he says, once he is satisfied with using your mouth. This time the blood comes from his wrist, carving a little mark with his fangs the dark fluid flows and drop by drop it falls to the ground. “Lick it from the floor, needy little whore” he commands, pushing your head down. And you comply as you drink it from the stones underneath your feet, enjoying every little bit of it.

While you do so, Zoro walks around you. You perhaps haven’t noticed yet, but your body is completely naked. That’s how you get to hell, that’s how everybody walks through there. The demon that’s punishing you, now uses his heel to kick you softly so you fall completely to the ground.

“Ass up” he orders, and you obey. Not on all fours, just your hips up. You wiggle your butt as if you were a little puppy so happy to see his owner. And it is, indeed, the case… Zoro, is your owner.

He kneels behind you, once again snatching your hair and pulling your head back. He plays with his once again hard sex, mixing his abundant precum with your arousal liquids up and down. “I will use these two holes, I’m glad you have both… I’m sick of those little shits with just one”

You swallow, of course he will use both, he told you that already…

First, he sticks himself into your cunt. He doesn’t care if you aren’t stretched enough to take his size, he just goes in. Your walls clench to his dick, making it even tighter for him. The demon grunts and even moans, he is enjoying your spasming womb as much as you enjoy his violent intrusion. “Keep milking my dick, lower being of hell” he encourages you, throwing his head back and carving his nails into the sides of your ass. And it goes as deep inside you, as his claws to your flesh. And it doesn’t hurt, but it makes you whine, loudly, for the very Lucifer to hear, for even God to do so.

Zoro uses your own blood to lubricate your rear entrance as he keeps destroying your uterus with his hard hip hammering motion. And when he is satisfied of fingering and fucking you, he takes his dick off you just to bow and lick your ass clean from your ferrous vital fluid. Not only he does relish in your blood taste, but he also preps your back entrance for his dick.

Dilated just enough to take him, not really caring if you will suffer, he positions himself to fuck you once again. First the throbbing tip of his dick, it begins to push itself inside you. You feel the burning of the very moment of him moving inside you. Seconds later, and already enjoying, he is able to move freely, and deeply into you. He fucks you anally, but also uses his fingers to overstimulate you over your clit.

Losing almost conscious, you still can recognize the way he has fun sticking his dick randomly into your front entrance, as well as your back one. You are sure you reach orgasm multiple times but are so many you simply stop counting them. Your body can only take a little more, but apparently and as he wants to keep fucking you endlessly, he gives you his own wrists for you to suck on his delicious blood. Blood that keeps you going, that makes your heart pump faster, that makes your senses go all over the place, allowing him to have full control of your body.

You shiver and tremble, your teeth chatter, your muscles become weak, but he still uses you as much as he desires. But even demons like him must finish, and just as he told you, he fills you up with his release. And it is so much, that you feel the pressure in your womb, an explosive sensation… yet, nothing compares with the way his fangs bury on the side of your neck.

“Give me back my blood” he whispers, like a god of terror, before biting and sucking right from your carotids the liquid your heart pumps. He does, glutting himself, with reddish liquid flowing over the commissure of his lips. An imagery you get to barely presence from the side, as he keeps fucking you even after filling you up with his own seed…

And you simply want more, for the rest of what’s left of you… or even eternity. You can definitely fall in love in hell… Or is it plain and impure addiction to this unholy being?   

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro smut #roronoa zoro op #zoro x reader #demon!zoro #op zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa #pirate hunter zoro #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #zoro x you #zoro smut #zoro imagine #roronoa zoro imagine #roronoa zoro fan fic #one piece #one piece fan fic #one piece fic #welcome to hell event #sashi ya

[anomaly-beans]

💯, 🩹, 🐉, ☕️, 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦?

(Sudden burst of energy to write in-character so HERE WE GO. I’m gonna write in character as Mr Knick-Knack, a master au version of Merry :)c )

The cloaked figure looks up as you enter the room, already patiently (or rather, impatiently, as it’s claws tapped on the table) waiting for questions.

💯 — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

It huffs at the easy first answer. Facts about itself. Yes. It could do that.

“Fact number one,” it speaks finally, “I have been intrigued by you humans for a long time. One thing that I love besides… hmmm… the items I collect from your kind. I love to try your meals.” They lick their lips, just a hint of a long pink tongue emerging for a split second from under the hood.

“I guess you could say I have… a sweet tooth.”

“Fact number two. Reading and art is a favorite past time. I would inform you… do not tell that Pages this next part. Or you might find… something rather unpleasant might happen to you.” It hisses lowly. Was that a threat?

“I read many of the literature that it would deem… unsavory. Things that it would see censored for the city.” It sounded smug saying this.

“And your final fact,” it leans forward, eyes narrowing,

“I have seen many battles. I have fought many life-threatening things. Things… including your very own kind. The blood of a master, after all… is worth much to you creatures. Nevertheless. I am still here, am I not?”

🩹 — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

It simply shakes its head.

🐉 — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

“An interesting question…” it hums, “your human tales of terror and wonder simply amaze. And amuse. For instance. Your dragons. They look nothing like they really do-“ it grins under the hood, teeth flashing in the candlelight.

“But your tales of the sea are my favorites. Sea serpents… larger beasts that could swallow a boat whole… I wonder if any such things really do exist down there…”

☕️ — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

“Coffees and teas. Straight black coffee as dark as the skies without stars.” It sighs wistfully.

“I may have a sweet tooth, but I’d prefer that in things I can bite into.” There’s the sound of clicking teeth under their hood.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

The tapping claws suddenly stop and you feel its eyes burn into you.

“As far as I’m concerned, I have no family.” It hisses,

“The only one I would ever desire to see again would be my sibling. Taken too early from my side-“ their claws dig into the wood of the table.

“Now leave. Inform no others of what you have heard here.” It waves you off out of the room and shuts the door behind it. Seems like you brought up a touchy subject.

#beans rambles about ocs #oc ask game #fallen london oc #anomalouscorvid

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Deimos x former lover turned vampire

CW: Body modification, angst, self harm, blood drinking

Stalking in the night, the beast seeks its easy prey, there’s plenty of pickings around the area, anyone would do. The blood lust was unquenchable, but the years of that constant hunger had turned it into a menial task. Find some unlucky bastard, bleed them dry, and move on to the next one. And it looks like your next meal just walked past.

Scrawny looking fella, alone too. No chance he’d be able to put up much of a fight, definitely not if you got him by surprise. The hunt was on, and your silent figure began to stalk. Once a thought that would make you sick, to kill another for ones on survival, had long since become a trivial matter, you kill or you die, simple as.

His heartbeat was such a heavenly sound, all that warm blood coursing through those veins, all ripe for the taking. The chance to strike presented itself, and you wrapped a clawed hand around his mouth and dragged him into a dark and narrow alley. You began a well rehearsed monologue.

“Look man, this isn’t anything personal, but I need to eat to survive, and you were just the easiest option. I’m sorry, but hey its Nevada, we do what we must.” His heart raced, you’d caught him unaware and you knew it, his body tried to jerk away from yours, oh how you loved the fighters, they made life a little more fun.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to actually manage to slam you against the brick building, your grip on him loosening as you were momentarily stunned. A moment was all it took for the man to have a gun pointed to your forehead. “That isn’t gonna be happening, not now, not ever, scumsucker.”

You weren’t worried about the gun, you could survive a few bullets to the head, no what really derailed your train of thought was the voice, once that was familiar but aged. “Wait-Deimos?” He gritted his teeth and hissed. “How the fuck do you know who I am?”

“It’s me,” You reintroduced yourself to your old flame. “I know I don’t look much like I did then, but a lot has happened. In case it wasn’t obvious, I got picked off by some vampires, ended up coming back as one. You still look good though. At least one of us kept our good looks, eh?”

Deimos was shaken to his fucking core, never in his whole life could he have imagined you’d befall such a cruel fate once your paths in life diverged. “I, I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry this happened.” He couldn’t keep himself together, tears rolled freely down his cheeks. This was beyond fucked up.

As bittersweet as this reunion was, you still needed to feed, those hunger pains shutting down what humanity you had. You were a starved beast, and Deimos was still easy pickings. He had noticed you salivating and stepped back, rubbing his eyes to quell the tears still escaping. “Y'need blood, don’t ya?”

You licked your teeth in response. He went for the knife strapped to his leg. “Look, I’m going to put trust in you, because you were once everything to me. I’m going to let you feed on me, but only a little, you will stop when I tell you, or I will put you down. I don’t want to have to, but I know how to, you got that?”

You nodded slowly, watching as Deimos rolled his jacket sleeve up and exposed his wrist, pressing the blade to his skin and letting out a sigh. He hissed quietly as he cut into himself, just enough for the blood to seep out, and you lunged for him. “HEY-”

Your tongue rolled over the wound gently, looking up at him with those synthetic eyes, the little robot face starting with heart shaped eyes. Tongue swiping up the blood that came out, but not sucking it from his veins, not without his permission. There was a fragment of humanity left in you, no matter how small, how hard the beast side of you pushed, it wouldn’t die.

He sharply sighed. “Okay, you can suck the wound, but don’t bite me, and stop when I say so.” He twitched as your artificial jaw carefully fit around his wrist, and you began to feed properly. It was a strange sensation, one he didn’t enjoy. Sanford would flip his shit if he could see this, in fact all of his team would. Hank would’ve put you down ages ago, Doc would scream at Dei till he was red in the face because of how stupid he was being, and San would do much the same.

Deimos began to feel a little faint. “Stop,” He ordered. But his blood was so good, feeding the monster that had taken the place of your brain. “I said stop.” You relented reluctantly, craving more of his life force. He stared at his drool coated wrist, a bruise forming around the cut. You were panting, your brain screaming at you to shove him into the wall and tear his throat out, but that humanity in you stopped it. Barely.

A light fog rolled over his thoughts, memories of being with you, how you could handle your own in a fight, how your abilities would’ve been enhanced by your vampirism. Shit, you’d managed to get him alone without him realising. SQ could always use someone else capable of tearing through people. All the blood you could need from their enemies.

You could still be trusted, that much was obvious, you were holding back on attacking him again, he could see it in the way you stared at his wrist, shifted uncomfortably in place. “What are you going to do after this?” He questioned.

“Find someone else to drink from, get in shelter before the red rises, same as every night.” Your reply came honestly. What a sad life. “Come with me, lets get you out of the city. I know some people that could do with your help, myself included.” You looked at him, then at the shitty alley around you. “This isn’t a life worth living, come away with me.”

That was the second time you’d heard that phrase, the first was when he swept you off your feet, running away with you into a new and exciting life. Had your heart still pumped, it would be racing. “I’ve got a few blood packs in the van you can have.” And with that you were sold.

“Lead the way ‘Mos.”

-

Doc stared at this newcomer sitting on the hospital bed, legs swinging back and forth while they sucked on a blood pack like a popsicle. Deimos was pleading your case, while Sanford looked on with unease, and Hank with curiosity.

Your jaw was more fucked up than his, that was a first. “Can it even be trusted?” Doc shook his head. “They’re not an 'it’ Doc, they’re just like us, just with some body mods, like Hank.” Dei retorted.

Doc faced you, finally picking your brain. “And what motivates you, what’s stopping you from simply bleeding us dry?” You waved the nearly empty blood bag in his face. “Somebody else’s blood.”

Sanford weighed in for the first time. “And if you run out of that?” “I’ll go out and find some if its night. If not, I’ll just have to endure the pain until nightfall. I can steer off it for like a week at most, I don’t need to feed every night. Any more than that and I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from turning.”

“We know how to put them down if they do go rabid, we’ve fought vamps before. Can’t you put a little faith in 'em guys? If not for their sake, for mine?” Deimos pleaded.

Hank shrugged at Doc. “I.. wanna see what they can do.” His mind filled with images of AAHW agents being torn to shreds by your claws and teeth and it got him giddy. “Sanford, thoughts?” Doc turned to him.

“I don’t want those jaws anywhere near me. But I’ll admit, I do want to see what a vamp can do, y'know, when its not me they’re trying to kill.”

Doc exhaled slowly. “Alright. You know that we know how to destroy you should you betray us. Having said that, welcome to the SQ.”

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat reader insert #madcom reader insert #x gon deliver to ya #deimos #deimos x reader

[jungk0oksthighs]

Okay so these are my top picks from the PG update! (PG is the best ff I’ve ever read btw you’re soooo talented it’s crazy!)

Yoongi… kinda feeling him actually, he obviously cares for OC and had the balls to warn Jungkook away from her knowing what he is. That’s hot

Yoongis roommate has to be a vampire, he washed his hands and after coming into contact with the rose thorn and when oc said ur roommate won’t be drinking it what’s the problem, yoongis word choice I feel is super important and foreshadowing: “not directly, no” - maybe he and his roommate have a similar relationship to jk and oc? Blood donating I mean! That’s why he couldn’t drink it

Okay LORD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL - Jungkook saying he’s not jealous while displaying classic jealous boyfriend behaviour is exquisite, he’s down baaaad for her. He seemed to soften when oc confirmed nothing had happened between her and Yoongi. Come on JK you’re so messy and obvious rn

The first quote I wanna point out: “you’d only turn if you died with my blood in your system, and you’re even more of a fool than I thought if you haven’t realised by now I would never let that happen” UMMMM OKAAAY

“The unfathomable desire to have you… makes me feel human again.” OKAY OK OK WE SEEING THE REAL JUNGKOOK HERE NOW MY GUY DOES NOT WANT TO BE A VAMPIRE. MY CHEST HURTS

“If I had a soul it would already be yours” OH THE WAY THAT HIIIIIT!! I’ve never come across a dialogue so poignant in fanfic before. It’s so memorable and profound and holds a thousand potential meanings and yeah I’ll be thinking about that line forever, kudos author truly what a spectacular piece of literature there

OKAY AND ANOTHER NOTE I REALLY REALLY LIKED! When jk told oc to get out and she was like “you don’t get to kiss me like that and pretend it never happened” STORMING OVER TO HIM, yesssss girrrrrrl!!! The TENSION from that line alone. Especially when it was never finished bc Jungkook kissed her again to shut her the hell up

Honestly I can feeeeel their emotions, your description is so well written like I completely understand and know how they yearn for each other so badly but of course they’re both hesitant for their own reasons

So I’ve been stalking your blog and nobody else has mentioned this. HE. ALMOST. BIT. HER. LIKE!!!???!!!?! JUNGKOOK. ALMOST. BIT. OC!!! And he “doesn’t bite / feed directly from humans / the vein” LIKE ?!?! THATS HUUUUUUGE

In case this wasn’t clear enough I really fucking loved this update, thank you for sharing your talent with us I can’t believe this is a free fanfiction! Its written better than every book I’ve ever read, I MEAN that too I’m a book nerd and nothing even comes close to the slow burn / intensity and overall seductive theme of PG!

Oh and that kiss… That’s the best kissing scene I’ve ever read, periodt. So beautifully written and captured all her emotions, and the DIALOGUE leading up to the kiss??? Shiiiiiit it was so so so intense and good y’all

Thank you so much for sharing this masterpiece with us! I’m 100% going to binge read the whole of your masterlist now as I’m pretty new here, I’ve only fully read PG and HER (and the change of pace is? UNNERVING, you can legitimately write anything!!!)

Author, you forever have my love and respect. Thank you for sharing such wonderful work with us and giving us great fanfics to escape with, i sincerely hope you get published one day ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

OH MY GOODNESS OKAY, WOW. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO SEND THIS MESSAGE IT MUSTVE TAKEN YOU SO LONG TO WRITE! Let’s unpack this:

Ooooh my goodness your first two points already… wow. I can’t confirm or deny anything to avoid spoilers of course but wow! Your brain is doing overtime and i LOVE your thoughts!! Interesting!! I’m glad at least one of u is a fan of neighbour Yoongi here hehe, everybody else seems to be sus of his behaviour!

Oh wow the way you’ve picked up on these quotes and analysed them I’m so beyond flattered right now :( thank you :( ahhhh!!! I love writing PG jk dialogue bc he’s obviously much older than oc and speaks like he’s from a different era sometimes and it’s very fun to play around with, it means so much that you think his lines are poignant :( thank u :(

Ooooof we love oc for doing that actually!!! The way she was like oh hell no we aren’t done here and Jungkook just… sigh… I’m so weak for this couple u have no idea. Thank u for picking up on that detail!

AHHH SOMEONE NOTICED YES JUNGKOOK ALMOST BIT HER AHHH SOMEONE NOTICED THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR POINTING THIS OUT MY DARLING !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, YES this is HUGE !!!!

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[dreadfutures]

my junior and senior year of college i had this mad crush on one of my grad student friends who also ended up TAing a bunch of my upper divs and we bonded over a ton of music and we matched on Bumble and everything and then it turned out he was into a friend of mine and he ghosted me and i was sad

and honestly it was probably the last time I had a really good stupid happy crush and I was just thinking this morning about how with so many emotions i intellectualize as a coping mechanism and distance myself and don’t allow myself to feel them fully because like. what am i going to do with those things? when I’m so angry i want to bite something because my dog shit on my floor even tho i took him out on two long walks because I KNEW he needed to poop, what am I supposed to do? bite something???? no. a what’s the point and b what could i do to express that emotion harmlessly and c it’s not proportionate to what’s really happening in life to warrant that feeling

but crushes? crushes? i can fully allow myself to be swept off my feet by affection and fondness and accept the irrationality of it and keep it to myself or express it as much as i want and who knows how it’ll go but it’s okay. and i miss that feeling and the only reason i haven’t felt that feeling is because of how isolated it is here.

i’ve felt that way about one other person since then but it was marred by this underlying grief and restraint i had to show, but it was the same deal.

anyway camden’s song is Agnes by Glass Animals and I was obsessed with them before he told me it as his favorite but now whenever i hear it i think about him and love even though it’s the saddest song in the world

and i had never watched the music video but:

dear friends…nervously excited to share with you the video for Agnes. it’s hard to explain exactly how it feels inside a human centrifuge. you sit in a small egg-like pod about the size of a horse which hangs off a 50 foot steel horizontal frame. It looks like something out of a bond villain’s lair. it’s claustrophobic and uncomfortable and also incredibly hot.

slowly the whole thing starts to rotate like a helicopter blade. Faster and faster until every part of you becomes crushed under the extreme gravity. its like being slowly sat on by an elephant, or like your whole body being punched in slow motion. you have to flex every muscle and use every ounce of strength you have to keep going. breathing requires serious effort. movement becomes incredibly strained and almost painful. everything that once weighed 5 kilograms now weighs 50. its difficult even to keep your eyes open. it hurts in places you really didn’t know existed. veins and capillaries burst under the pressure and bruising begins. its a rapid physical overdrive.

the blood rushes from your brain making it impossible to think rationally or focus. your eyes are also drained and you get tunnel vision…only able to see small circles of the world directly infront of you and your sight goes completely greyscale…no more colour. your balance and spatial awareness goes and the world begins to spin like you’ve had way too much to drink. but the most striking thing is the way that the machine pulls on your heart. you can actually feel it struggling to beat and changing shape…flattening inside of your chest. Its similar to that horrible sinking, tugging heartache that comes only with complete and overwhelming sadness. and then you pass out.

we ran the centrifuge 18 times while i tried to sing along to a song which i find difficult to listen to at the best of times.

this was probably the most intense video-making experience I’ll ever have. But its the only way that we could just about begin to simulate for a moment what happens within Agnes.

speak soon,

dave

I dunno there’s something about this expression of the centrifuge and that feeling that is so viscerally familiar to me and I get it man, I get it. and that’s another emotion that I have allowed myself to feel fully and completely and those are the extremes of life, you know? the whole range of human beatific revelation lies within those bounds.

#long post #music #personal #rambling #i am deliriously tired

[imperator-titus]

CH 5 of A Non-Hero's Guide to Being an Adventurer

Tags for whole Story: Astarion x Tav (Rowan, not reader, human, agender AFAB but lets the team refer to them as female), Canon x OC, Isekai, Angst, All the Vampirism Warnings (Blood, Biting, etc.), Sexually suggestive situations, Allusions/Mentions of Suicide, Memory Loss, Gender Dysphoria

Chapter Text for those not on Ao3:

The Tadpole 6 returned from their siege bloody, bruised, but victorious. Rowan greeted them with a hero’s post-battle lunch and a nervous smile. After doing a headcount, she sighed in relief.

“My, you’ve been busy, haven’t you?” Gale remarked tiredly as he approached the food-laden table. “A wizard’s stomach is as important as his mind, neither should ever be empty.”

“I could eat a dragon, but I’ll happily take one of your delicious sandwiches.” Wyll sent her a playful wink as he, too, crowded the lunch table.

“You could not eat a dragon,” Lae’zel informed the warlock without a drop of humor.

“Ro!” Karlach jogged over to the human woman and, given by her strange gait, it was a poor idea. “The tieflings are going to camp with us tonight and have a big party!”

Rowan’s grin turned into a panicked grimace. “I don’t have enough tiefling-ready food for that! What am I going to serve?”

“Oh, you big softie, they’ll be happy with anything you make. Besides, we got enough booze in this place to get them all drunk 3 times over! They won’t notice the food that much.” Karlach looked down at her blood-soaked leathers and sighed before laughing. “Guess I better get cleaned up!” 

Rowan got to work making a victory feast fit for a small village while everyone got cleaned up. This was actually quite easy, considering most of their guests would be tieflings and they loved their food barely cooked if at all. It wasn’t long before she felt confident that there was at least enough to start. Stretching, she looked around camp to see if anyone needed anything. Her eyes landed on Astarion, who was already opening a bottle of wine. He was struggling a bit, which made him visibly annoyed.

“Here, let me try,” Rowan offered, holding out her hand. He gave her an angry look, which she ignored, before huffing and practically shoving it at her.

“Sure, see if you can do it,” he said cattily.

“I’m sure your hands hurt from all the stabbing and arrow-nocking.” Eventually, the cork was safely freed and Rowan handed the bottle back. Astarion took a large swig and made a face.

“Ugh, I don’t know why I bother. All of our wine is swill.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, although she was thinking that it was probably the vampirism’s fault and not the wine’s. “I wouldn’t know. Can’t drink wine.”

Astarion’s anger turned to pure shock. “Can’t drink wine?”

“Oh yes, makes me feel like someone’s trying to pull the muscles out of my neck,” Rowan explained, miming the theoretical method someone would use to do just that. “I can still remember that, one time, I ended up with a headache so terrible that I started thinking about putting a skewer in my ear. Never again.”

“Well, just another reason I’m glad I’m not you,” he remarked, sloshing the bottle of wine as he turned to hide in the privacy of his tent.

“I’m sorry, but-” He stopped and gave her a questioning look. She stood nervously under that gaze. “You didn’t… really get your face and hair clean. May I help you fix it?”

“Not the only downside to not having a reflection,” he muttered angrily. Astarion took another large swig of his wine. He sighed dramatically and flung a hand in the direction of his tent. “Fine. It’s rude to be under-dressed for a party.”

Rowan grabbed a fresh pail of water, a bar of soap, and a few rags and joined him in his tent. She forced herself to not look around; she already knew that the state of his tent would send her into a cleaning frenzy. The water was cold to her, but Astarion was cold himself and wouldn't mind. “Aren’t you gonna take your shirt off?”

“Oh, have we moved on to the next step in our little dance? Well, unfortunately for you, I like my shirt where it is, thank you.”

“Okay, but I'm going to get it wet.” She moved towards him with dripping soapy hands that he warded off.

“Fine! You win. Damned woman…” Astarion grumbled and removed his shirt. “Happy now, you little tyrant?”

“I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Then get on with it.”

Rowan didn't argue with him any further. He was probably achy and tired and hungry. What he needed, she figured, was exactly what he said: for her to finish and leave him alone.

Were the scars on his back shocking? Sure. Did she let him know that? No. Dutifully, her hands worked the soap into his hair and she massaged the blood and grime off of his scalp. A soft sigh escaped Astarion’s lips. For the benefit of their regrowing relationship, Rowan ignored it.

Very carefully, she began washing his face. After a few minutes, his lips pulled into a shallow smirk. When she didn't react, he purred, “You've got quite the serious look on your face.”

“I don't want to miss a spot. There’s a handsome man under here somewhere.” Astarion scoffed quietly in the back of his throat.

“I’ve never had such a difficult time complimenting someone.”

“Ouch,” she responded, although his words clearly didn't sting.

“Not like that. Just-” He swatted her hand away. “Normally, I could get what I want with some sweet words and promises of a fun evening. But I never needed those with you, did I? You're kind and generous and content.”

Rowan listened to him intently, watching his face and mannerisms as he spoke. When he was done, she looked away at nothing in particular. “I don't think I was particularly kind or generous before. I think I cared very deeply about very few people. But you're right, you only ever needed to ask.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

As she prepared a fresh rag, she added calmly, “you really have nothing good to say about me?”

“I didn't say that, only that you are… somehow both too complicated and simple at the same time.” Astarion felt along his cheek, slightly damp but clean. “If I'd met you in some tavern in Baldur’s Gate, I probably would have told you that you have lovely eyes. And back then, it would've been a lie. Everything was shades of gray. But now, with the sunlight and proper blood in my veins, the world is awash in color and I can tell you with certainty that they are a pair of lovely, remarkable eyes.”

Rowan couldn't quite keep herself from smiling. As she started to wash his neck, she said, “Well, when I die, I’ll leave them to you.”

“What an incredibly awful thing to say. Was your man just as deranged?” He considered apologizing almost immediately, but she moved on to his ears and a shocked moan escaped his lips. They both stayed stock-still for a moment, surprised by what just transpired. Suddenly, Astarion snatched the rag out of her hand. In a cheerful but rushed voice he pleaded, “Oh! I feel perfectly clean now, thank you, please leave, goodbye!”

Rowan found herself standing outside his tent muttering, “This place is never going to make sense, is it?”

---

The tieflings arrived and the party started. Rowan ran around, making sure that everyone was aware that they could take what they wanted and explained some of the less… conventional dishes she’d prepared. Once the party was in full-swing, she decided to make the rounds with a selection of drinks and plates of food.

“You know, we take you for granted a little bit,” Shadowheart remarked after taking a new bottle of wine.

“Oh, it’s fine, you guys do most of the work,” Rowan reassured her sheepishly.

“I know you don’t remember, but do you think this was what you used to do? Look after people?”

“No, I’m pretty sure I did something with numbers. Gale nearly exploded when he found the stuff I was writing in the margins of his tomes.” Shadowheart giggled and Rowan brightened up a little at the sound.

“Well, in any case, you do a good job taking care of us. Thank you.” Rowan gave her a polite little bow and continued her circuit.

“What are you doing?!” Karlach cried as Rowan passed her tent. “It’s a party! You’re supposed to be having fun!”

“I know, I just gotta--”

“You just gotta stop worrying so much! People know how to find food and booze, it’s as natural as a baby finding a tit.”

“I’m having fun already, don’t worry.” Karlach waved her off with a scowl. Rowan smiled at her. “When I’m done, maybe we can get Alfira to play something we can dance to.”

“I didn’t realize your idea of fun was torture, are you sure you didn’t come from the Hells?” Karlach asked with a cocky grin.

Rowan watched as Rolan playfully bickered with his siblings and her eyes twinkled with the sparkle of lights he summoned. Eventually, he noticed her. “Ah! How did you know we were out of wine already? You’re a better serving girl than I first gave you credit for.”

“Rolan, be nice,” Cal admonished him, watching as Rolan made his selection from the bottles in Rowan’s pack.

“She’s our host. I hope they’ll teach you manners in Baldur’s Gate,” Lia teased before taking one of the little finger-foods from the tray.

“It’s okay, I know I didn’t exactly make a lot of tiefling food,” Rowan reassured them, bowing her head respectfully as they thanked her for what she could offer.

“Don’t be nice to Rolan, you’ll only encourage him.”

“Lia, I think he has a secret admirer,” Cal said in a false whisper. Rolan nearly spat out his drink and Rowan merely chuckled softly.

“Who needs enemies when I have you two for family?” Rolan barked angrily. With another polite bow, Rowan left them to joke and bicker.

“I was prepared to ask you to leave,” Wyll started before Rowan could even announce her presence, “but I see you’ve come bearing gifts.”

“Wanted to make sure I’m not going to find you face-down in the river tomorrow,” she said, insistently pushing her tray of food towards him.

“You know, I wish I could be half as brave as you.”

“I don’t feel very brave.”

“How couldn’t you? Thrust into a world that you can’t recognize, surrounded by strange creatures and magic? That is an adventure that I can barely fathom. My plights seem small in comparison.”

“No one wins in a suffering contest,” she told him as she finally relinquished a fresh bottle of wine for him after he took a few bites of food. Wyll chuckled and a wry smile spread across his face.

“How right you are, my friend.”

“Ah! There she is!” Gale called excitedly, welcoming Rowan with open arms. “When this is all over, I am taking you to Waterdeep! Not only must you see it, but I can introduce you to my mother. If anyone can iron out the kinks in your cooking, it would be her. Not that I’m complaining, of course, but you said it yourself once; Toril’s herbs and spices are a mystery to you and a knowledgeable guide could save quite a few taste-testers the trouble of disrupted palates.”

“Gale Dekarios, are you really inviting me to meet your mother?” Gale balked.

“Purely for academic reasons, I assure you. And while I have my tower’s resources at my disposal, I would be ever so thankful if you would allow me to study you.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it now?”

“Kids? We’re the same age. And--” Gale sighed in realization and covered his eyes. “Astarion is proving a horrible influence on you.”

“Would you say… he’s rubbing off on me?” Rowan asked with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. Gale had little choice but to laugh as she continued the motion longer than was needed.

“Maybe I shouldn’t introduce you to my mother. What would she think of me?” Gale took his wine and food and returned her polite little bow.

Rowan spent some time making sure Bex was only going to be a little embarrassed in the morning before moving on to Barcus. “I know you’re worried about your friends, but working through a party isn’t going to make their rescue happen any faster.”

“And what are you doing, if not ‘working through a party?’” the gnome asked snippily, gesturing towards her party favors. He noticed one in particular and his demeanor changed. After eating it, he hummed thoughtfully. “Not as good as my mother’s, but I appreciate the attempt.”

“Oh, I didn't know that was a thing. It just sort of occurred to me when you explained your normal diet.”

“Maybe you're part gnome,” Barcus joked uncertainly. He held up a finger, took something from his workbench, lit it, and threw it into the air. It burst into glittering lights that rivaled Rolan’s. Many people in the camp gasped in surprise and applauded. Barcus gave Rowan a smug smile. “There, have I suitably enjoyed your party?”

Rowan grinned and bowed to him. “Yes, I would say so. Thank you, Barcus.”

“Oh! I dare say, you've managed quite the fete, young lady!” Volo cried boisterously as she approached him. “Although the goblins were quite a bit more, should I say, animated; your victuals are much more palatable for a man of my tastes.”

“You're quite welcome, sir.” Rowan produced a new bottle of brandy for him and nervously watched as he nearly finished off her serving tray.

“I've heard,” Volo started with a little too much food still in his mouth, “that you are from another plane of existence! I would very much like to pick your brain about it! Very exciting stuff!”

“Unfortunately, I’ve lost quite a bit of my memory, but so far it’s mostly personal things…” Rowan felt like shrinking into nothingness, but forced herself to stand up straight and put a bright smile on her face. “I'd be happy to share anything I can remember.”

“Marvelous! Another time, of course. I will be traveling with your little company until we’ve safely reached Baldur’s Gate. I imagine there will be plenty of time!”

With that, Rowan made a respectful exit and returned to her preparation table to load more food onto her tray and a few more bottles of wine in her bag. Properly prepared, she went to finally greet Halsin.

“Ah, you must be Rowan. Your friend Wyll has told me about you,” he said with an easy smile before she could introduce herself. Her neck hurt from looking up at him. “I thank you for your hospitality. These people were in great need of it. I’m afraid my fellow druids were not so kind to them in the grove.”

“It's not like I can swing a sword or whip up a spell, so I do what I can.” She offered him the tray and he carefully chose something sticky and sweet she was experimenting with. He hummed in pleasure.

“If you keep making me delights like this, we might quickly become friends and I will quickly come to resemble a bear at all times,” Halsin informed her quite graciously. Rowan blushed and looked at the tray instead of up into that smiling face. More seriously, he continued, “I’ve also heard about your predicament. I’m not sure even my magics could help, but if there is anything I can do, please, do not hesitate to ask.”

Rowan looked up at him in surprise. She regarded the party, but more specifically her companions. Sadly, she told him, “I know we’ve just met, but. I don't think the others could do this for me.”

“It's quite alright, not everyone can understand the needs of others,” he reassured her.

“Could you…” she looked down again, clearly ashamed, “give me a hug?”

Rowan expected him to laugh at her request, but he didn't. He simply lowered himself to one knee before her. She quickly put her things on a nearby crate before she lost her nerve.

Halsin’s large arms could have crushed her, but they seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to apply. One hand spread across her shoulders and made small circles there. Enveloped by his warmth and earthy smell, Rowan felt safe. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and wept. His grip didn't loosen until he felt her start to pull away. With a calm smile, he wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

“Thank you,” Rowan managed to mumble, sniffling occasionally. Before he rose to his feet, Halsin squeezed her shoulder and said, “The heart is just as important as the body, child.”

With a fortitude she wasn't quite aware of, Rowan took a deep breath and was ready to continue her circuit. Zevlor was, of course, very grateful and very tired, so she left him quickly to check on Lae’zel. 

Before the woman could utter “is’tik”, Rowan placed a bottle of beer and her serving tray, laden with grilled meats, at her feet. Lae’zel ripped a piece of flesh off the bone greedily and chased it with a swallow of beer. “Perhaps I have… underestimated your usefulness, human.”

“I’m not strong, and I'm too smart to be brave, but stupid enough to be happy in my proper place.”

Lae’zel grunted. “Few humans are so self-aware.”

Rowan rose and bowed to the woman before moving on.

“What is music like where you're from?” Alfira asked her excitedly after a brief exchange. Lakrissa jostled her friend and whispered something in her ear. The bard’s eyes went wide and she became incredibly apologetic. “My gods, I’m so sorry! My big mouth.”

Rowan laughed. “It's okay. I do remember quite a few songs, but I'm not a good singer and they’re not as good without the instruments.”

“Ohhh! Just a bit? Please?” Alfira pleaded.

Lakrissa tried to dissuade her, but Rowan gave it some serious thought before giving her best performance of a song she had only hummed the past couple of weeks. Alfira seemed intrigued. “The way your people construct a song is very unique. When we meet each other again in Baldur's Gate, we should work together! Blend them together.”

Rowan looked at her feet sheepishly. “I suppose I could try, if you really wanted to.”

Alfira immediately started experimenting with Rowan’s words and her own musical knowledge. Lakrissa groaned in defeat as Rowan walked away.

“So, I’m last on your list,” Astarion growled at her, brows shadowing his eyes, arms crossed over his chest.

“That’s why they coined the phrase ‘last but not least’,” she told him gently.

“I have to say, I certainly feel least.” He gestured angrily across the camp. “What the hells was that? You speak to Halsin for five seconds and you’re bosom pals? I mean, sure, under normal circumstances I would climb that oak tree, but I seem to recall a certain someone doesn’t like being touched.”

Rowan internally sighed. Outside, she was the picture of calm. “A hug is a lot different from a hand on the waist. And no offense, but you don’t exactly strike me as the hugging type.”

Despite his annoyance, he barked a quick laugh. “Well don’t you have me pegged. And I would invite you out into the woods for some dirty fun, but you don’t strike me as the fucking type.”

She knew he was trying to get under her skin, but she only smiled at him. “I was married, ya know. At least, I was, about 3 weeks ago. I know what sex is. It’s just very low on the list for me when life turns into ‘shit, fuck, I’m gonna die, where am I, what’s happening?’”

 Astarion scoffed. “Why must you be so reasonable? I was hoping to have it out with you after that fiery display yesterday.”

“Because, I realized that you need to figure out what this new life means for you just as much as I need to figure out what it means for me.” Rowan placed her last bottle of wine on his table with a soft thud. “Now. I owe Karlach some fun because I work too much. If you get thirsty later, let me know.”

Astarion grumbled to himself as he opened the new bottle. A witty retort occurred to him, but only after she was already dancing away with Karlach and some of the other tieflings. The sight of their happiness made him sick.

----

Astarion tipped the bottle upside down and sourly watched as a solitary drop left the mouth and fell to the ground. Thirst unquenched, he went in search of his favorite vintage.

He found her cleaning plates and cups at the river. Silently, he watched her go about her business. The scent of her blood overwhelmed the smell of the river’s beach. The moment felt oddly intimate.

Eventually, Rowan noticed him and smiled. If he had a heartbeat, it might have skipped a bit. His darkvision was, for once, a detriment. Astarion imagined that her eyes would’ve been a different kind of beautiful in the moonlight. Looking up at him made them large and shiny.

“I’m afraid to say that I’m all out of wine, but I’m still thirsty, darling,” he purred. Rowan snorted and shook her head as she walked past him. As gently as he was capable, Astarion placed a hand on her arm. “I thought we could get away, have a little privacy.”

“Your tent isn’t privacy?” she asked with a disbelieving laugh.

“There are a lot of… guests in the camp tonight. I wouldn’t want to make them uncomfortable with our little ritual.” He briefly worried that she’d refused, but she merely shrugged and gestured for him to lead the way. When they got to the spot he’d scouted out earlier, Rowan leapt onto a nearby rock and gave him a smug look.

“Who’s a dwarf now, ya knife-eared bastard?” Astarion growled at her playfully as he flicked away a fallen branch. 

“You rude little thing. Someone should teach you a lesson,” he warned her, sauntering over like a predator stalking injured prey.

He’d never fed on her in any position other than horizontal. There were many lonely nights and long walks where he fantasized about other methods. Some were savage and animalistic, like how Cazador had drained him dry. Others were torturously slow and gentle, taken from the wrist with a lover’s kiss.

Carefully, Astarion pulled away the right side of her collar with just enough hesitation for her to object. To his surprise, Rowan tilted her head to expose even more neck. He stepped closer, her increased height making it easy for him to bury his face in the warm curve of skin. Her pulse thrummed against his cold lips, excited but unafraid. Arms wrapped around his body and hands, hot against his undead chill, laid on his shoulder blades.

Fangs sank into flesh. A soft whimper automatically passed her lips and sent a shiver down his spine. The arm ghosting over the small of her back firmed its grip as her hold on him loosened and he felt her body start to fall away from him. He wove his fingers into her hair and cradled her head in just the right spot, enough for him to feed but not so much that she was uncomfortable. 

It took a great deal of restraint to not drink her dry. Not out of greed or malice, but the warmth that spread through him was more intoxicating than the finest brandies. He’d come to understand the effects of how much blood he took, and he was normally conservative about it once limits had been drawn. Tonight, he took his meal to the edge before withdrawing his fangs and licking the wounds closed. His renewed strength allowed him to keep her from falling over.

“Oh, what a mess you’ve become, my dear,” Astarion purred, pushing her lolling head onto his shoulder. “You can’t go back like this. What will they think I’ve done to you?”

“Please stay with me,” Rowan pleaded weakly, clinging to his shirt. “Keep me safe?”

Carefully, he helped her lay down on a relatively clean and soft patch of forest floor. “I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else tonight.”

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction #Rowan OC #bg3 tav #agender oc #original character #a non hero's guide #titus writes

[sukirichi]

the morning after – gojo satoru ver!

warnings: slight dirty talk and suggestive content, like the yuuji one, nothing too explicit! Oh and a teasing, cheeky gojo :>

masterlist ! (photo not mine)

It doesn’t hit you until you’re whacked by an arm in the face. Literally.

You whine and push the foreign weight away that smushed your nose at the impact, less than pleased because you’re having the best of your life, but someone had to ruin it. Nevertheless, you refuse to open your eyes and settle into the warmth that encases you in that moment. It reminds you of your precious unicorn plushie you left back at your apartment; cuddly, precious, keeps the nightmares away, but the best part about this human teddy bear is that he’s all firm muscles and body heat instead of fur cotton.

Wait, what? Human?

It’s when you hear the man stirring above you with a husky groan that you freeze in your spot, eyes snapping wide open your vision blurs for a split second. The first thing you see is smooth skin and firm pecs, followed by a slender, strong neck and a sharp jawline – oh god.

So last night wasn’t a dream.

Clenching your teeth and even biting the inside of your cheeks to stop squealing – more out of embarrassment and shame than happiness, really – you slowly reach up between your squished bodies to pinch your cheeks, bringing blood and feeling back into them. No wonder you’ve slept so well last night, and as someone who prefers pulling an all-nighter until you pass out in the middle of an anime series, it’s quite rare to find a good eight hour sleep.

It’s not like you had much...activities performed that would take up too much energy. Until Gojo Satoru came, the teacher from the Tokyo school, and also the notoriously infamous “strongest jujutsu sorcerer.”

You’ve had a crush on him the moment you’ve started working as a teacher in the Kyoto school. Utahime, who was closer to him, was incredibly appalled when you told her one day about your raging crush on the white-haired man who looked absolutely breathtaking with his blindfold, but without them?

Just the thought of having seen them last night, when he was between your legs, no less, has you inwardly groaning and cringing so hard you feel so shameful that you can’t even look him in the eye. Satoru is fast asleep above you, one of his strong arms lazily draped over the curve of your waist and his fingers brushing against your bum. When you shift a little to give you both space, his fingers begin to hover dangerously close to a sensitive area and you let out a tiny squeak, muffling it with the back of your fist before he awakens.

This man had the Six Eyes – the last thing you wanted was for him to sense and notice the little things and wake up. No, you had to leave before he even gets the chance to move.

The chances of not waking him up was pretty slim, but you’ve always been proud of your sneaky movements that you try anyway. Fortunately, Satoru doesn’t seem to be a hardcore cuddler because he doesn’t pull you back when you finally slip past the sheets.

You freeze for a moment at the edge of the bed, still in disbelief that you actually slept with him. No, no, that’s wrong, you’d have slept with him anytime if he allowed it but – he actually slept with you. It’s not that you’re looking down on yourself because you’re also a special grade sorcerer and could stand your own ground confidently, but your powers when it comes to exorcising and your social skills are two different things that don’t even come close together.

You’re not worried that a special grade curse would kill you and take away your privilege of finishing that new manga you bought in your day off because you know you could handle it easily, but as a person, there’s a stark difference between you and Satoru.

True, he wasn’t exactly liked by everyone because he refused to be limited by rules and regulations, always claiming that one should not be hindered by the narrow-mindedness of the others, but it was something you really admired about him because you’re not like that. You’re old school, sticking by the book, much like his co-worker Nanami Kento who equally hates overtime, and while Gojo Satoru was loud and confident, you’re more of the person who stays by a corner during a party.

Which is exactly what happened last night at Utahime’s birthday party – aka the old wrinkly principal isn’t here so let’s get wasted type of party.

You’re not surprised that Gojo Satoru walked in, but when he did, you had to clutch your spirit water and drink it in haste because he’s got you feeling thirstier than you did last night – and you drink your water plenty. But how could you remain sane when he looked so gorgeous in just his uniform and his laughter has butterflies erupting in your stomach?

Truth was, you’re satisfied watching him from afar. It’s not like you ever plan on asking him out or being his friend because you’re sure Satoru has better things to do and prettier people to talk to, so when he sits next to you in the desolate leather couch, legs crossed over one another and his arm right behind you (although not touching, he respects your space) you nearly pass out.

One thing leads to another, and you find yourself writhing under his arms, shamelessly crying his name over and over again until the dead hours of the night that has his ego inflating.

You don’t remember how or exactly why it happened, but definitely, alcohol had to be involved. There’s no way Gojo Satoru would actually notice you, much less sleep with you, when he’s completely sober, which is why you scramble around the room with the blanket covering your bare body as you look for your discarded clothes.

If he wakes up and sees you, he’ll probably regret everything that happened last night, if he remembers any of it, anyway.

But you’re most definitely mostly sober through the whole thing, so you remember how good he was in making you feel like a goddess. The way he sucked on your neck, licking a stripe at your burning skin while his large hands groped your breasts possessively, all the while rutting in that perfect spot that has your eyes rolling at the back of your head with your nails running down his back – you shiver just thinking about it.

Gojo Satoru really has that effect on people.

You hide your flustered state and quickly pull on your undergarments, about to slip the sweater over your head, only to die on the inside because you realize you’re wearing those full cotton panties instead of sexy lingerie. With a groan, you fight back the urge to cry. But then again, who could blame yourself for not dressing sexily? It’s not like you had any idea that this would happen.

You’re halfway through your jeans when Gojo’s husky morning voice breaks through the silence. “Leaving already?” you hear him smile, although your back is turned to him, face completely morphed into terror. “Such a shame. I was actually thinking shower sex sounds nice – if you’re into that, of course.”

“Satoru,” you greet lamely with a bow, avoiding the way his stunning eyes raked over your form with an unreadable dark expression. “Uh, you’re awake, and...good morning, I guess.”

Gojo smirks at your flushed cheeks, and it takes everything not to stare at the way his biceps strain from the way he supports his head, hair sticking in every direction and looking absolutely sexy in the morning light. “Good morning to you too, Y/N,” your breath stifles, because he knows your name? “Although it would be an ever better morning if you weren’t such in a rush to leave,” he chuckles, “It makes me feel like maybe you regret what happened last night.”

Your head snaps up at his words as you shakily wiggle your arms, “No, that’s not true, I loved every second of it! It was...it was the best night of my life,” your cheeks tinge a shade darker when Gojo beams at your words, chest almost puffing out proudly. Shyly, you turn away from him and fiddle with the hem of your sweatshirt. “I just...I didn’t think you’d still want me here around, because you were drunk last night and all and I thought maybe you’ll regret it, which I don’t want to happen so yeah, I just thought I’d leave before I get to...” you clear your throat awkwardly, “...be rejected like that.”

“Y/N,” his voice falls an octave lower, the thoughts in your head growing so loud you don’t even hear that he’s already left the bed, and now he’s cradling your chin until you’re forced to witness the galaxies burning in his eyes. “You thought I was drunk last night and did it because I was just horny? That I would regret it and forget all about it?”

His proximity has your breath stuttering, your eyelashes slapping your cheeks as you blink rapidly. “Well, uhm, I’m not really your type, so I think it was safe to assume that.”

Gojo hums at your words, his calloused thumb running over your lips. A small smile flits across his face when he remembers how much of a good girl you were for him last night, obediently opening those lips up and letting him bask in the warmth of your wet cavern before swallowing all he has to give. Funnily enough, Gojo isn’t the best with his words, so he just tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before sighing.

“I wasn’t drunk,” he finally admits. The confession has you slipping from his grasp, but Gojo snakes his arm around the small of your back to pull you to him, the warmth of his bare skin seeping into your clothes. However, it’s nothing compared to the lust and adoration burning in his eyes – one you can’t properly fathom in this clouded state. “Tipsy, sure, but I assure you I was aware and sober for every little part,” his lips hover at your ear, one of his hands coming at the back of your neck to tilt your head to the side, granting him access to the hickeys he’d purposely left.

Just the sight of his markings on your perfect body has a tent growing in his pants. You feel his erection rub at the pad of your jeans, eliciting a small whine from you, and this makes Gojo resist the urge to bend you over right then and there. But he doesn’t do that, because he knows your body is too tired from his ministrations, and he’s nice enough to give you a break – even if that’s not exactly what your burning core wants at that moment.

“Like the way you clenched around my cock when I hit that sensitive spot of yours,” he laughs when you shiver at the way his breath tickles you, “Or how pretty you look when you cream around my cock, begging me to go harder because you can take it, and baby, I promise you, I loved it just as much as you did.”

Finally, Gojo pulls back, and he’s extremely satisfied when he sees how small and innocent you look just like that, as if he hadn’t just folded you in half to watch the way your pretty pussy welcome him and take him better than anyone else just hours ago.

“But,” he continues, “I think I enjoyed it a lot more, considering I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time now,” at his words, you furrow your brows, and that’s when he realizes his mistake. Gojo reverts back to his usual lighthearted self and fans his hand out almost comically with his hands on his hips. “I mean, not just the sex, though it is amazing, but having you close is what I meant. Like holding your hand or getting to kiss you,” he sighs dreamily as if you’re not in the same room as him.

“Uh,” you awkwardly begin, unsure of what to say. “Are you saying you like me?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, which shouldn’t have been such a sexy look on him, but because he’s Gojo, it was. “But Utahime said she’d cut my balls off if I even get near you. Thank goodness she was too drunk last night to ever see it, but I’m glad I talked to you. I’m just ashamed I’m only saying this after the sex but...would you like to go out with me?”

Thanks to his Six Eyes ability, Gojo is blessed with the privilege of seeing you malfunction before him as you try to find your words.

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[onceuponastory]

bloodlust - vampire!steve kemp x reader

Plot: During her shift at the hospital, Y/N realises that some of the blood bags from the blood bank are going missing. The intriguing and attractive surgeon Steve Kemp offers to help her find out the truth. Little does Y/N know however, that by letting Steve help, she’ll soon find out a surprising fact about him...and herself. || I can’t find the link to the OG post but there was a list of vampire prompts and one of them was this one. Also there’s no Fresh spoilers in this, don’t worry.  Pairing: Vampire!Steve Kemp x Female Reader.  Warnings: Well, it’s a vampire fic, so mentions of death, blood, the drinking of blood (including the enjoyment of drinking blood), and neck biting. The usual vampire stuff basically. Also some dubcon. Nothing sexual, but Steve mentions how vampires have a power over humans to get them to do what they want, and that power is used in this fic. Also a few mentions of Y/N thinking she’s hallucinating or going crazy, and a few surgery mentions, just in case. Nothing too explicit/gory, but still 18+ only please. 

Walking down the hallways of the hospital she works in, Y/N sighs. This is her fourth night shift in a row, and she’s so fucking tired. When her boss Serena asked for someone to go to the blood bank to check if the blood was there for tomorrow’s surgeries, Y/N volunteered, hoping that having something to do would stop her from being so fucking bored. Of course, she loves her job as a nurse and making a difference in the lives of others, but the past few nights, the hospital has been pretty empty - which of course, is a good thing - but she’s still been bored out of her mind. Y/N enters the blood bank and walks around the fridges. Her body shivers slightly. This place always gives her the creeps. Sure, a room full of blood isn’t exactly the most relaxing place to be, but there’s something else in the air. Something she can’t put her finger on yet, despite how weird she feels. But, she brushes it off, trying to find the fridge she needs. When she does, she opens it, her eyes scanning down to find the right shelf. 

“A positive...B negative...O negative...” She mumbles, checking each pack off on her little list. “AB positive.” She checks, but there’s no sign of it. Frowning, she checks again, then triple checks. No sign of it. She checks the shelves below. Nope, still no sign of it. She frowns. How is it missing? She helped organise this, and she knows that the blood was put in, ready for the surgeries. So where the fuck is it? She checks a few more times, but it’s still not there. She works her way through the rest of the list. To her surprise, at least three other bags are missing. Frowning, she leaves the blood bank and heads back to Serena to explain the situation.

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“What?” Serena blinks incredulously after hearing Y/N’s worried explanation. Another of Y/N’s co-workers stifles a laugh. Y/N’s heart sinks. Of course, she knows this whole thing sounds ridiculous, but she swears it’s true. 

“Seriously! Some blood packs are missing! And they’ve not been signed out or anything. I think you should come to check them.”

“Yeah, Serena, don’t let the blood thief get away with this!” Her co-worker teases, and Serena clearly tries to stifle her own laugh. Y/N frowns. Even though she knows how dumb it sounds, she thinks she at least deserves someone to hear her out. And besides, if blood is going missing, this is serious. What else could be going missing? Body parts? Machines?

“No, I’m serious!” She argues, ignoring the other titters and comments of ‘Yeah, right.’ “Serena, can you at least come check?” Serena sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Y/N. This hospital is huge. There’s at least a hundred staff working in this department alone. Do you think we can keep an eye on all of them? It’s natural for some things to go missing.”

“But four blood packs? That’s a bit weird, don’t you think?” Serena shakes her head.

“Not really. I think you’re overreacting or just imagining things.” She admits, her voice softer, laced with concern. “Sweetheart. In all my years here, so many things have gone missing. I’m sure it’s nothing. And besides...this is your fourth nightshift in a row, right? Once this one is done, you’re off for a few days, aren’t you?” Y/N frowns, nodding.

“Yeah, but-” She stops herself, suddenly realising what she’s about to be asked.

“Maybe you just need some sleep. Or some coffee.” And there it is. Y/N shakes her head. She knows what she saw, and she definitely wasn’t tired. “Tell you what. Why don’t you go grab yourself some coffee or take a break for a bit before seeing if you can find something to do? I’m sure one of the surgeons needs someone like you to do something for them.”

“But-” Y/N tries to argue again, but Serena gently shoves her towards the elevators. Sighing, Y/N enters one of the elevators, pressing the button to take her to the break room. “I’m not fucking crazy. I’m not tired either.” She tells herself. But maybe in some way, Serena is right. Maybe sitting down and collecting her thoughts will help her feel much better. Perhaps even a cup of her hospital’s shitty cheap coffee will help too. But then again, she’s not sure if anything will calm her down by this point.

She enters the break room, thankfully finding it empty. She heads straight for the machine, watching as it fills one of those cheap plastic cups with coffee. Once it’s full, she sits down at a free table, holding her head in her hands and groaning. 

“What’s up with you?” A voice asks, pulling Y/N out of her panicky state and making her jump slightly. She turns towards the source of the voice. When she sees who it is, she sighs. Of course, there’s someone in here with her. And of course, it has to be him who’s in here. Steve fucking Kemp. Steve works as a plastic surgeon at the hospital, and he’s a damn good surgeon. But he likes to use that fact to act like he’s god’s gift to women because of it, and Y/N knows that he relishes in the number of doctors and nurses fawning over him. It’s not that she’s saying that they’re wrong to fawn over him, because Y/N would be lying if she said that Steve Kemp wasn’t fucking gorgeous or that she wouldn’t love to wake up in his bed one morning. There’s some kind of alluring, mysterious energy that he exerts, something that works wonders on all the women Steve happens to encounter. Including Y/N. So she doesn’t hate Steve, not in the slightest...she just wishes he wasn’t so fucking arrogant. Steve looks her over, peering up from his coffee cup. “Y/N? I asked you what’s wrong.” She shakes her head, running a hand through her hair.

“It’s...it’s nothing. I think I’m just hallucinating. I’ve been working a lot of nightshifts recently. Serena’s right.” Steve quirks an eyebrow. 

“You sure? It doesn’t sound like nothing. Come on.” He gestures to the empty seat opposite him. Y/N’s cheeks flush, and she sits across from Steve. As soon as she looks over at Steve, she can feel that alluring energy again. Her heart rate rises. Steve smiles. “Tell me all about it. I won’t judge. I promise.” She stays quiet. Maybe Serena’s right. She’s just tired and imagining things. In that case, it’s definitely not a good idea to tell the hot doctor that she thinks people have been stealing blood from the blood bank, especially when she’s not even sure that’s what’s happening herself. “Y/N...” Steve trails off. But then again, it would be nice to know that she isn’t going insane. And if Steve has to be the one she tells, then so be it.

“I think someone has been stealing the blood packs from our blood bank.” She gasps. Steve frowns. 

“You think...someone stole some blood?” He repeats, sounding incredibly confused. “Y/N, not to be a dick, but...we’re in a hospital. Are you sure someone didn’t just take it for surgery and forgot to sign it out? We have hundreds of bags and multiple surgeries a day. It’s natural for one or two to ‘disappear’ occasionally.” Y/N’s heart sinks. He thinks she’s crazy. 

“Well, I went to check on them before the surgery tomorrow, but there was a few missing. Four, I think. And I don’t think there were any other surgeries today, so I don’t know where it could’ve gone. I mean, I could be imagining it, but...” She explains, wringing her hands nervously. But, to her surprise, Steve nods. 

“I see. Well, why don’t we go check together?” He asks. Y/N frowns. Is he saying this to be nice or just to patronise her? But her anxiety about the situation and her desire to be believed overrides her confusion, and she nods. 

Steve leads her to the blood bank. As they step inside, Y/N feels something weird in the air once again. Something she still can’t put her finger on. As Steve looks around, she starts freaking out a little. Oh god, what if she is going crazy? What if Steve thinks she’s crazy? Steve walks around the room, glancing at each pack on the shelf. “Well, it looks like everything’s ordinary here. Do you remember which fridge had some packs missing?” She nods, and leads him to it. But, to both her and Steve’s surprise, there doesn’t seem to be any missing.

“W-Wait, but I swear there were some missing! This one was almost half empty!” She insists. Steve sighs, shaking his head. 

“Well, it looks like they’re all here.” He looks at her, concern filling his blue eyes. “You know Y/N...” He begins, sounding pitiful. Y/N sighs. Here it comes. “Maybe you do just need some sleep. Want to take a nap in the on-call room for an hour or two? I don’t have any surgeries or anything. I could keep an eye on your patients for you. I know it’s only half 12, but his place isn’t exactly jumping at this time of night.” He offers. He leans in close. “You’re just tired, and you just need to sleep. You’ll feel so much better afterwards.” He tells her, so close that Y/N can almost feel his breath on her cheek. She nods. He’s right. She just needs to sleep.

“Thanks, Steve.” She smiles, gently patting his back as she leaves, heading towards the rest room. As she walks towards the room, she curses herself. How could she be so stupid? Now she’s embarrassed herself once again. She yawns. She didn’t even realise she was so tired, but at least she can take a break for an hour or two. Entering the on-call room, she lays down on one of the beds. She can feel her eyes starting to close almost as soon as she hits the pillow. God, she must be more tired than she thought. Just one hour nap...that’s all she needs. The last thought occupying her mind before she falls asleep entirely is Steve and the way he looks at her. It was quite intimidating...but there was something about it that seemed...strange. But then, she drifts into dreamland, her fears about the blood, and her thoughts of Steve all but a distant memory. 

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After some time, Y/N slowly begins to stir. She mumbles to herself slightly before reaching over for her phone to check the time. The screen reads 3.53am back at her. Y/N jumps up immediately, now fully awake. “SHIT!” She hisses, rushing out of the room. So much for an hour long nap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! God, I’m gonna get in so much shit for this.” She hisses, speed walking down the semi-lit hallways. Her footsteps echo across the building, cutting through the silence. God, this place is creepy at night. 

Her mind drifts to Steve. Hopefully he managed to make up something to explain her absence. But as she turns down a few more hallways, she notices something odd, which makes her stop in her tracks. There’s a small light flickering in the blood bank. She frowns. Who needs to access the blood bank this late at night? And surely Steve would’ve turned any lights off after he left. Who the fuck is in here with a torch? Oh well, she can just see what’s going on and turn it off. No need to get anyone else in trouble. As she steps into the room, her hand moving towards the light switch, she hears something that makes her stop. It sounds like...slurping? Or like someone is smacking their lips. Her heart rate rises. What the fuck? 

But just as soon as she hears it, the noise stops. Despite how much her brain is screaming at her to just turn around and leave, she stays put. She calls out into the darkness of the room: “Hello? Is someone in here? You’re not meant to-” Before she can say another word, however, she hears a voice order:

“It’s you who’s not meant to be in here. You should go.” The voice is low, but she still recognises it immediately. Steve? She quickly hits the switch, causing the room to be flooded with light. Steve hisses, covering his eyes. She steps closer into the room. Her eyes widen when she realises what’s going on. Steve is holding an empty blood pack, with a few empty ones around his feet. A dark red crimson streaks down his chin, dotting his scrubs. She knows what it is immediately. Then again, it’s not like it would take a genius to realise it’s blood. She gasps. Steve’s been taking the blood? To drink?

“Steve, what...” She asks. But then, he opens his mouth, and it all becomes clearer. Steve’s teeth are stained with blood, and two white, pointy fangs sit in the corner of his mouth. Y/N's heart stops, and her blood runs cold. He’s a vampire. She pinches her skin, desperately trying to wake up. This has to be a dream. There’s no way. Vampires don’t exist outside of books and movies. This cannot be real. There’s no fucking way. But yet...here she is, at work with what seems to be one standing right in front of her. Steve looks her over, his gaze cold and angry.

“I thought you were asleep. I told you to go to sleep.” He growls at her. But there’s a strange hypnotising quality to his voice. 

“I-I woke up.” She whimpers, her voice shaky. “Steve, it was you who stole the blood? You’re a v-”

“I told you to leave.” He grunts, his voice low. Y/N wants to turn and run, but her feet feel like they’re stuck to the floor. Steve comes closer, and her entire body screams at her to just fucking move...but she can’t. It’s like she’s paralysed by fear. Steve looks her over once more, licking his lips as he does. She hates how she feels when he does that. Sure, all she’s ever wanted is for Steve to look at her like that. But for all she knows, he could be seeing how attractive she is...or sizing her up for a meal. “Now, now. What are we going to do with you, Y/N? Hmm?” Steve asks, licking the blood off his lips and his fangs pointedly. Her entire body shudders. He grins. “God, I can just smell the fear radiating off of you right now...and it’s so fucking hot.” She can tell that she’ll almost start hyperventilating soon, and she tries desperately to stop herself, not wanting to give him any more power over her.

“Steve...just let me go. Please, I-I won’t tell anyone.” Steve scoffs, shaking his head.

“Sorry darling, but I can’t. I can’t risk it.” She tries to turn to run away again, but her body still refuses to move. Steve laughs harshly. “That’s not going to work either. I can be quite...persuasive to the human mind when I want to be. It’s one of my favourite things about being a vampire, actually.” He explains. “It’s why you slept so well back there...if only you had just stayed asleep.” He sighs. 

“Steve, please! I won’t-” He cuts her off by placing two fingers under her chin, lifting it up so she can look him in the eye. His skin is ice cold. 

“But fuck Y/N, I want to taste you.” He admits. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted since you got here. You’re so gorgeous. And I need you. Only. You.” He whispers, his voice low and guttural again. She gasps softly. This whole time, Steve’s wanted her too? Sure, it was just for her blood, but if she’s being honest...she’s quite excited by the prospect of having the hottest surgeon in the whole building wanting a taste of her. “I tasted a few people, and recently I tried to subside on these...” Steve continues, gesturing to the blood bags surrounding them. “But they could never compare to you. You just smell so good. So...pure. To a vampire, blood like yours is the best tasting blood of all. It’s like liquid fucking gold. And I need it.” He moans. Her cheeks burn. Steve smirks. “Just one little taste, baby...please.”

“But...” She begins. Finding out your blood is like a drug to a vampire is strange, but again, she’d be lying if she wasn’t a little bit intrigued by the prospect. But with all she’s heard about vampires, a part of her is expecting Steve to drain her entire body. And who’s to say she’ll be the only one he does this to? What if he’s lying, and her blood isn’t that special at all?

“Don’t worry...I’ll only take a little. At first, that is.” Steve reassures her. He looks at her, his eyes pleading. She feels that hypnotising energy again. But now, she knows where it’s coming from. Steve. “Please...” He trails off, begging slightly. 

“I have a question, Steve.” She asks, and he nods. “If I let you do this...will it just be me?” Steve quirks a brow. “I don’t want you feeding on anyone else. If my blood is so special, I only want you to taste me.” Steve gasps.

“Darling, if you let me taste you, I promise you will be the only one. After all...why waste perfection?” He asks, and she can’t stop a small smile growing onto her face. And so, she nods, signifying to Steve that it’s okay for him to continue. What was that he said about him being persuasive?

Steve grins, and he delicately turns her neck towards him. “You might want to shut your eyes for this bit, sweetheart. Most people I’ve fed on did. But then again, I didn’t really let them live for much longer after that, so I don’t know what the experience is like.” He jokes. Y/N frowns. Does that mean Steve might kill her after all? He fucking lied to her. The dick. But her slight anger soon fades away as Steve suddenly, yet with a little gentleness, bites into her neck. She gasps, jumping slightly. “Shh, shh...it’s alright. Just stay calm.” Steve whispers, and she can feel her worries fading away. God, he really does have some kind of power over her. She can also feel something running down her neck, guessing what it is almost immediately. She glances over at Steve. He looks down at her for a moment, and she can see his pupils dilating with hunger. Before she can even say anything, his mouth returns, and she can feel him beginning to suck and lick up the blood. 

And fuck, it feels so good. She can barely contain herself, and she lets out a whimper of “Oh fuck, Steve...” before she can stop herself. Steve removes himself from her neck, grinning. 

“Feel good?” He asks, and she nods. 

“Go back...please.” She begs, and Steve returns his mouth to her neck, continuing to suck as she moans happily. Part of her feels weird by this. He’s a vampire, a killer...and yet here she is, sinking into his temptations and letting him suck her blood. And she wants him to suck her dry. 

“Oh god, babe...you taste delicious.” Steve smirks. Before she can even reply, he presses a kiss to her lips, gently entering his tongue into her mouth. She can taste her blood on his lips and tongue...and she’s surprised at how much she likes the taste and sensation of it. She moans happily again, and Steve chuckles. “Like how you taste?” He asks, and she nods. “I’m not surprised.” Once they pull apart, Steve explains: “Well, the other times I’ve eaten people, it hasn’t gone as well as this, and they definitely didn’t taste as good as you do.” She feels a slight bit of pride at that. But if she’s being honest, all she wants Steve to do is shut up and keep biting her. “So, like we said, I think it’s only fair that I keep you as my own little treat, for me to enjoy when I need a pick me up.” He presses kisses along her neck where he bit her, and she sighs happily. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

“...Yes.” She answers without even thinking about it. Like she’d ever say no. Steve grins.

“Good girl.” He whispers. And then, he returns his mouth to her neck.

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[rere-the-writer]

Can I request a fic where Elijah Mikaelson is in love with a human!Reader who isn't his usual type of woman. Reader is always getting in trouble and Elijah is trying to save

I love Elijah trying to save the women he love fics. Simping time baby.

Warnings: Fluff, A bit of angst, Elijah being a bit possessive, Hayley being a bitch, A bit of smut

You had been on your own since you were sixteen and taking care of yourself that was until you met Elijah Mikaelson one night at Rousseau's when he scared off one of your clients that followed you to the bar after you got off work. You shared a few drinks with Elijah sharing that fact you were a stripper and for once you weren't judged for it.

Since that night Elijah was became apart of your everyday life always looking out for you. At first it was sweet and you found him to be a gentleman but now you were annoyed.

"Long night?" Camille asked pouring you a glass of your favorite whiskey as you groaned.

"It would be if I could work Cami." You said downing your whiskey and Camille poured you another glass. Elijah had started to show up at your work paying for your whole shift which was a lot of money. Normally you wouldn't have a problem with it as many businessmen would pay for a stripper's whole shift but the other girls were starting to get jealous and your normal clients were scared off by Elijah.

"Elijah being a hand full?"

"Yes! I get at first he was being a gentleman but now he is getting on my nerves." You growled as you felt a hand on your back and you looked seeing it was Elijah.

"Thanks Cams but I am calling it a night." You said huffing annoyed paying for your drinks walking out and Elijah followed after you.

"Well you fu...." You were cut off by a every brave vampire had grabbed you and was about to bite you. Elijah was quick to kill the vampire then caught you when you tripped over yourself.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." You tell Elijah pushing him away making him smirk. Elijah knew you were annoyed with him and angry with him following you everywhere. But Elijah couldn't help himself for being drawn to you.

"Why do you deny that you are mine?"

"What?! I don't belong to no one!" You growled glaring at Elijah as he couldn't help but find you just gorgeous with the fiery anger in your eyes.

"But you are. When you let me feed from you." Elijah tells you as you glared harder remembering that night you found him hurt nearly bleeding out by your apartment building. You brought him into your apartment cleaning him up and letting him drink from you unaware that you became his.

"You can't hold that against me!" You yell at Elijah then a squeak came from you when Elijah was suddenly in front of you. Elijah put an arm around you gripping your chin kissing you pulling a mewl from you letting him deepen the kiss.

"I am not holding it against you. It is true, you belong to me and if it was up to me you wouldn't have to work again."

You were flushed heart racing as you looked at Elijah shivering as he cupped your cheek rubbing it with his thumb. You knew Elijah well enough now to know he wasn't a man to let go of something. So you swallowed deciding to give into Elijah completely, you gently tugged him down brushing your lips lightly against his.

"Then take what is yours." You whispered looking up at Elijah seeing a dark glit in his eyes. Suddenly you were pressed up against a bedroom wall as Elijah kissed you roughly. Moans and growls filled the room as you both tore at one another's clothing.

You choked out a moan arching when Elijah had set a rough brutal pace once one the bed. Elijah wasn't going easy on you as if you had broke whatever self control he had.

"Elijah.." You panted out cupping his face kissing him hungrily feeling him grabbing your legs moving higher placing one leg over his shoulder the other in the crook of his arm. Elijah leaned back looking down at you seeing your hair damp by sweat face flushed gripping his sheets tightly.

"You take me so well. Is my baby going to cum again?" Elijah asked watching you throw your head back mouth hanging open shaking when he began to rub your clit.

"I.....I..I can't." You tell him turning your head burying your face in the sheets as Elijah smirked leaning down not letting up one bit.

"Come on baby. Just one more." Elijah says latching onto your neck as you shook and whined under him. You felt the air leave you arching off the bed clinging to Elijah biting down hard on his shoulder as you cummed hard with Elijah growling lowly following after.

You fell back against the bed feeling weak as you panted Elijah smiled brushing the hair from your face as the bite mark you left was healing. Elijah gently kissed you then peppered you neck with kisses.

"If....I knew...this was what...I get for giving in....I would have done it months ago." You panted as Elijah chuckled getting up and gently began to clean you up.

"Any lesser man wouldn't have cared as much as I did." Elijah said pulling you into his arms smiling as you kissed his chest.

"Next time....I'll show you my talented mouth." You tell him trying to leave marks on his neck. Elijah laughed pulling you closer kissing you gently.

"I look forward to it baby." Elijah said rubbing your bare back kissing the crown of your head. You woke before Elijah and carefully got out of bed stealing one of his botton ups then grabbed your panties glad he didn't torn them.

"You must be the stripper." You heard someone say as you had gone down to get a snack and water. You looked up seeing it was Hayley, you knew who she was as Elijah told you about her when you indulge him with a private dance.

"I'm......"

"Look I don't care. We both know what you are. A gold digger. Let me guess you let Elijah pay for a few dances, then manipulated Elijah into bed to use him."

You swallowed hiding the pain of what Hayley said and normally you could take it as you were use to wives coming to yell at you. But this hit harder for some reason and you didn't know why. You looked at Hayley.

"No...that's not...what I'm."

"Really? Elijah had spent a lot of money on you and now you are sleeping with him. I think we both know that is a lie. Elijah needs someone better that isn't some lonely stripper." Hayley said as you stood up leaving the kitchen as Hayley stood there arms crossed.

You were on autopilot putting your pants on grabbing your shirt not changing out Elijah's and grabbed your purse looking at a sleeping Elijah. You decided to not leave a note and left the compound not seeing that Hayley was watching.

"Are you sure?" Your boss asked frowning handing your last check to you. You had told your boss that you were quitting and thank her for taking such good care of you.

"Y...y...yeah I just...need something new." You said normally a strong woman but Elijah had soften you. As you used to now being taken care of, able to feel safe for once but what Hayley said hit too close.

"Okay suga but know you are always welcome back. You're family." Your ex boss said hugging you and you hugged back. You said goodbye to the bartender, Andy, and bouncer Daniel both were like big brothers you never had. Once you got your boxes in your car you left New Orleans.

It hurt to leave but you knew you could run into Elijah a little too easy and you knew you'll crawl back to the vampire. You drove until you reached New York finding a tiny apartment and settled down there.

"Where could she have gone?" Elijah growled as Freya was doing a locater spell which was being proven difficult. It only took Elijah an hour to noticed you had left not only his side but the city.

"What is going on?" Hayley asked seeing an angry Elijah and smirking Klaus as Freya was trying to locate something.

"Elijah's little dancer had ran away."

"Oh? I didn't know you were dating." Hayley said thinking she kinda knew who Klaus was about but she wasn't too sure.

"Little wolf they weren't dating. More like the girl belongs to Elijah. But for some reason she left." Klaus said smirking devilishly making Hayley nervous thinking Klaus may know something.

"Belonging to him?"

"I saved her from a client that was too pushy. We talked shared a drink then a month later I was wounded bleeding out in front of her building. She cleaned me up and allowed me to feed from her."

"Since then she is the only one he feeds from unless it is a blood bag." Klaus said surprising Hayley as she looked at Elijah.

"Is that a normal vampire thing?"

"Yes and last night I finally got her to fully give herself to me. But someone has sow seeds of lies in her so once I bring her home. I will find who drove her from me."

Elijah's tone was dark and Klaus stood seeing the red door opening. While Klaus knew what you meant to Elijah, he didn't think you were red door opening worthy.

"I am sure whoever's responsible brother, didn't know how much Y/N meant to you." Klaus said slowly as Hayley looked at Klaus shocked. Now Klaus over heard that morning now he was planning to tease Hayley but now knowing Elijah's red door was opening. It was different.

"Do you know something Niklaus?" Elijah asked calmly too calm as Klaus knew he could take Elijah, Klaus knew Hayley wouldn't have a chance. And before Klaus could say a word he was glad Freya interrupted.

"She is in New York." Once those words left Freya, Elijah was gone. Klaus looked to Hayley.

"Pray Elijah, gets her back Hayley as there is so much I can do to calm Elijah." Klaus said as Hayley let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

You had just gotten off work feeling sore as the new place you danced at was more demanding but the tips were bigger. You locked your apartment door dropping your bag and keys on the hall table and kicking off heels.

"I would have gotten you a bigger place." You nearly screamed when you saw Elijah sitting in your chair.

"Elijah wh...." You were cut off by Elijah giving you a heated kiss lifting you up by your thighs. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss as Elijah growled deeply taking you over to the chair he was sitting in.

"Now baby. Why did you leave and don't lie." Elijah said pulling you closer as you swallowed seeing the dark glit in his eye the same one he had before fucking you silly.

"I ran into Hayley and well......" You trailed off insecurities you had long forgotten came flooding back as you realized the reason it hurt was because you were in love with Elijah.

"Baby, what happened?" Elijah asked gently wiping the tears at fell from your eyes. You took a shakey breath looking at Elijah seeing his eyes soften.

"Hayley called me a gold digger, telling me that I used you and told me you need.......someone that wasn't a lonely stripper."

Elijah felt a flare of anger for what Hayley had done but focused on you placing soft kisses on your skin reaching up behind you unzipping your dress.

"If anyone needs better baby. It is you, remember I chased you. You could never use me as you are too good for that." Elijah says undressing you slowly until you were in only lingerie.

"But...." You were silenced by a kiss as Elijah held the back of your head gently tugging on your hair. You moaned softly rolling your hips but Elijah stopped you with his other hand.

"I need to punish you for leaving and coming to me about this problem."

"Before you can I just say I love you Elijah." You tell him flushing as arousal flooded your veins seeing the dark look Elijah gave you.

"I love you too baby." Elijah says softly picking you up as he stood up taking you to your bedroom. Indeed Elijah's punishment was one you wouldn't forget as he took you to a place that you didn't know could be reached.

You panted laying on Elijah as he traced random patterns on your bare back as you both whispered I love yous. You both knew you weren't going to let the other go any time soon.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson fluff

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word count: ~9k (geez cause I’m really sorry!)

paring: Wolf!Bakugou x f!Reader

warnings: cunnilingus, marking (biting and claws), loss of virginity, loss of innocence, some blood (very minor and only mentioned briefly), and dirty talking (this is Bakugou after all)

authors note: Hey everyone, so this is my piece for BNHarem Collab! This is the first time I have ever done a collab with these AMAZING writers, so please take a look at the master list to enjoy what they have written, and I was a little nervous! I hope my writing is on par with all of them! For this collab we spun a few wheels and my outcomes where the dialog of “Can I just hold your hand?” the trope of Fake Dating, and the AU being Fantasy. I had a lot of fun with this, so hopefully you all enjoy!

“If you’re gonna have to marry that asshole no matter what. Then the best way to get back at them all is to give up that sweet virtue of yours. And what better ‘fuck-you’ would it be if you gave it to someone like me?”

You weren’t from around here.

Bakugou could tell the moment you entered this seedy tavern, the way your boots clicked against the old wood made his ear shift to your direction, His whole head following suit when he could smell the sweet scent that sat on your skin.

You stuck out like a sore thumb. Maybe not to all the other low lives that surround this place, but Bakugou could tell. Your clothing, though it seemed to match that of the other women around, was too well tailored; the cloth too fine and expensive and the leather used was not worn enough.

And you had jewels; real ones he could tell. Though you did hide them well, he just had very good eyesight. And really that was the main reason he kept his gaze on you. He wouldn’t mind snagging a few of them for himself; it would allow him to live comfortably for a while – and you could spare a few, couldn’t you?

But there was also a hint of curiosity too; a noble-born on the run? What kind were you exactly? A runaway Princess perhaps? No. He rolled his eyes at himself for the thought – there weren't nearly enough royal guards around searching for you and causing a ruckus for you to be that.

But there were a few. So perhaps a Countess or even a Duchess? His money was on the latter. The way you carried yourself was not as self-assured and haughty as those that were countesses. If he remembered correctly, those women always flaunted their wealth because they had something to prove.

But the way you sat down and paid for a drink made it clear you didn’t have anything to prove; so, a countess you were not.

You were a pretty thing too. A beauty like you didn’t come around these parts often, and Bakugou couldn’t help but want to continue to look at you. He wasn’t the only one, all these lecherous creatures that were around kept glancing your way – their excitement clear as the whole place grew rowdier.

Not like they had a chance with you, not in hell. They would have to stick with the barmaids and brothels full of women to satisfy any of their barbaric needs. And though Bakugou was technically a part of these grotesque creatures, he was more human than anything; most wolves were. If anyone had a chance it was definitely him.

He knew he was good-looking, could probably pass for a Prince himself if it weren’t for the stupid ears, claws, and tail that held him back. Reduced him to living with others like him on the outskirts of the land, to be treated as a lesser than. That’s why he always found joy whenever a noble, like you, wandered around his turf. He loved scaring them, the frightened expressions as they tried to weakly defend themselves always proved that they were the ones that were beneath him.

But you were different. Bakugou didn’t want to scare you into giving him what he wanted, he wanted you to give it willingly.

“It’s rude to stare.” You mumbled, as you picked up the large mug placed before you and brought the frothy drink up to your lips.

“You’re not gonna like it.” Bakugou replied, eyes moving back to stare at his drink, swirling it, like he was doing before you walked in.

You just rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head lightly before taking a sip. The froth was nice and fizzy, but the rest of it all was the most bitter thing you ever placed in your mouth. You grimaced as it slid down your throat, making it burn all the way down to your stomach. You held back your coughs in defiance of the stranger beside you, not wanting to prove that he was right.

“Told you.” He chuckled, his tone mocking as he down the rest of his drink, he rested the glass back down heavily on the counter before him “It’s the most bitter thing in this whole world, but it gets you messed up the fastest. But I don’t think you knew that, did you princess?”

“Don’t call me that….” You mumble, brining the glass back up to your lips – though it was awful it was helping you blend in more “M’not a princess”

“Could have fooled me.” Bakugou purred as he slunk closer to you, forgetting his drink entirely “Then what are you exactly?”

Your exasperated sigh just made his grin, wolfish and almost feral, spreading wider on his face as he leaned on the bar counter; your arms almost touching. You shuffled as much as you could away from the stranger, his breath reeked of alcohol, and you weren’t overly comfortable with how close his face was to yours.

“A traveler, just like you.” You kept your tone pointed, trying your best to prove to this stranger that you didn’t want to talk to him or have him as close as he was.

“No, you’re not.”

“Oh really, now?” You asked through gritted teeth, unable to stop your angry gaze to fall back onto him and his shaking head “And how would you know?”

“These clothes….” He started picking at the wrist your cotton sleeve, sharp claws delicately up and down your forearm “Are too nice, too well tailored. If you really were a traveler then they wouldn’t be as clean and pristine. They would look more rugged like that chick over there.”

You followed his head movement to where a woman, surrounded by a few men around a dark wooden table, sat drinking merrily – not caring that with each shove and playful push would cause half their ale to slosh onto the floor. But the stranger was right, though her clothing looked nearly identical to you, it wasn’t quite as polished. Loose strings would hang off cuffs and hems, the colouring of the fabrics was duller, not as vibrant. She looked like she had traveled across many lands, you looked like you just started.

“And” You tensed when you felt his breath in your ear and his hand wandering to your waist “Not many people around here have trinkets such as yours.”

You gulped, throat suddenly very dry, as you looked back at his face; the glint in his eyes made you even more nervous. A lamb suddenly in the jaws of the wolf.

“Are you going to rob me?” You asked, voice trembling. Fright filled your being and shook your body in his loose hold, as you watch him lick his lips “Are you going to hurt me?”

“No.” He chuckled, mirth feeling his being over your frightened state “I’m just wondering who you are, and why you showed up here.”

“Why?”

“Call it curiosity.” He shrugged his shoulders, eyes darting towards the entrance of the tavern; watching briefly as two men well dressed and armed men entered “And you better tell me quick before they figure out you’re here.”

Your head darted to the entrance as well, eyes widening in fear as you saw the insignia engraved on their chest plates; there was no doubt they were here for you. And that bastard who wouldn’t let you go knew it too.

“Can I just hold your hand?”

“What!?” You whipped your head back as you watched him pull away from you, your breathing quickening in pace as your heart was thumping loudly in your chest that you knew that he could hear it.

“Just take my fucking hand!” He hissed at you, hand quickly grasping yours before you really had a chance to reach it out to him.

He slunk his other arm so it was now encircled around your waist as he nodded his head at your drink; silently asking you to hold it up for him. You did with a shaky hand, the proximity of his entire being – having it wrapped around you like this – was making your cheeks flush red. You had never been this intimate with a man before, let alone with a stranger. It was all so incredibly overwhelming and being this close only made you realize how attractive he really was.

You wanted to take your eyes off his face, especially when you watched his tongue peek out from his lips to lick around his mouth at the few drops of your drink that spilt out due to your clumsy hand not keeping it steady. You could see his eyes darken and it made you want to shy away; out of fear or something else, you were not sure - the weird sensation that flushed your body was foreign and frightening.

You almost forgot all about the armed men hunting for you until you heard one call out to the pair of you; two pairs of boots rushing to where you sat. You wanted to let out a sigh of relief when his eyes moved from your face; but held back the urge.

“What?” His gruff tone proof he was agitated as he glared daggers at them, almost smirking when he saw them be taken aback by him.

“Excuse your tone!” One of them spoke first, chest puffing out to look more intimidating than he was. “You do not speak that way to a royal guard!”

“Well, sorry” His mocking tone countered the apology “But I don’t appreciate having you assholes ruining the moment I was sharing.”

“Well, that women-!” The other interjected, clearly not as afraid as his partner as he got into the strangers face “Is the runaway Duchess of House L/N! And we are on direct orders to bring her back!”

‘Ah, so you were a Duchess’ Bakugou thought to himself as a smirk creeped its way on his face; both out of knowing his assumption about you was right, and from this dick of a man who though he could take him on for size.

“Do you really fucking think that?”

“Don’t speak to me that way.” The man’s tone was dark, his teeth on display as he started to draw his sword out, to prove he meant serious business.

“Then don’t speak to me like that!” Bakugou snarled, fangs on display to show he also meant serious business “Or threaten me in front of my mate! Continue to do it and I’ll rip your throat out right here and now.”

The low, continuous, growl that was coming from his chest was breaking the guard’s tough façade – though it was barely noticeable. But Bakugou could tell that he was getting a little frightened by him, especially when he glanced towards your profile and saw you trembling with fear. Though he couldn’t stare at you for long as he watched a clawed hand place itself at the back of your head and pull you into his chest.

“If she really was the person you’re claiming her to be, then why the fuck would she be in here? Why would she be in a situation like this? Why would she let a beast like me this close?” Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the two men before, as if to challenge his logic wrong.

You both could see, though your vision was limited, the guard’s hand trembling on the hilt of his sword; clearly taking this stranger’s word as fact and now debating what to do next. Bakugou could see the conflict in his eyes – clearly not knowing if he should harass the two of you or move one. His partner, on the other hand, took a step away.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” Bakugou muttered, his eyes watching the weaker of the two, “Now if you’re done threatening us, I suggest you leave before this gets real fucking messy”

You had to commend his acting, truly, as the more brash guard stood upright. He muttered something under his breath, though you couldn’t hear, before both pairs of boots walked sullenly away from you; the footsteps becoming harder to hear the further they went until you couldn’t hear them anymore. A sign that they had left the tavern. The coast now being clear.

“They bought it?” You whispered, pulling yourself more upright as you looked towards where they left.

“Of course, they did” He shrugged, taking your drink once more and downing the last of it “They’re not smart. Besides….” You felt sharp claws take a gently purchase under your chin to turn your head back to him “They wouldn’t want to fight someone like me”

“Aren’t you full of yourself?” You scoffed, moving yourself away from him fully now. Your mind now coming back to you.

“A ‘you’re welcome’ would be fucking appropriate right now, sweetness. Especially seeing as I risk my life to get you out of that bind.”

You felt him grip your wrist once more, and when you looked up at him you could see that same self-satisfied smirk back on his face. It made you roll your eyes and look away once more, a clear look of displeasure on your face as your lips formed a scowl.

He was right, he had helped you out of a really tough bind. His on-the-spot thinking meant that you didn’t have to go back to your home kicking and screaming within those guard’s hold. But, at the same time, he kept touching you without permission. Along with his full-of-himself attitude made saying your gratitude feel as bitter as that liquid burning down your throat.

“Thank you.” You finally managed to mutter out, pulling your hand away from his once more.

“That muuuuuch better!” He cooed, his mocking tone make your ball your fists in anger; but that seemed to only spur him on even more “Now come on, pay up.”

“Pay up…?” You mumbled, your eyebrows furrowing as confusion replaced the annoyance “What…?”

“You owe me, sweetness. Did you a huge favor, now you’re gonna repay me in kind” His arms crossed over his chest that was now puffed out in overconfidence “I can think of a few ways you can too, though let’s start with why those losers were after you in the first place, duchess.”

You sighed; you knew that you had no real choice in the matter, there was no way you were getting out of this. He was strong, and though it was a little hard to tell due to his olive coat and baggy clothing, you were sure he could easily overpower you without breaking a sweat. And well, you weren’t made to fight.

“Fine. I –“ You began, only to one of his fingers pressed against your lips; effectively shushing you from speaking further.

“Not here, sweetness” He smirked, enjoying that his little nickname made your nostrils flare in annoyance. “As much as I would love to see you plastered off your ass, I’ve had enough of those low-life extras staring at you.”

He tilted his head towards the other patrons. And true to his word a lot of them were giving you, what they thought were sneaky, glances your way. It could be due to the display that just occurred with those guards stomping your way and causing a scene, but with the suggested undertones of the strangers words made you question those glances as innocent curiosity.

“Good idea…” You nodded, pulling your head away when you felt the tip of his claw tickle your nose.

You watched him get to his feet, offering you his hand after he got a few paces ahead of you; as if realizing that you didn’t know where he was going. You gingerly took of his hand and allowed him to pull you from your seat to stand before him. It was at that moment you realized just how tall and imposing he was compared to you. He didn’t really seem that way when he was hunched over the bar counter, but now? Well, it was enough to make a shiver run down your spine when he loomed over you with that wolfish smirk as he wrapped his arm around you and began to lead you out of the seedy place.

“W-wait!” You whispered; voice frantic as you tried to gain some sense of control over this less-than-ideal situation you found yourself in “I need to know your name before we go any further.”

You heard him huff out an annoyed groan, bringing his free hand up to pass through his hair before it fell limply at his side. “It’s Bakugou, now come on.”

He didn’t give you anytime to say anything else, or really to process what he just said. His name only running through your head with certainty when you felt the cool summer night’s air hit your face.

~ ~ ~

It was cold.

And damp. Though it was to be expected to some degree in the dense forest you were currently being dragged within. It put you on edge, every little thing that moved and seemed to whisper through the branches; made you tense and cause your breath to quicken at points.

Though after the first little leg of the journey you felt silly for being so afraid. Arguably the most fearsome creature within these forests was the one that was walking beside you in the first place, so really what harm could befall you if you had him on your side.

Bakugou.

He was leading you through this place with expert ease, like he had done this thousands of times before to the point where it was more memory than thinking. To where, you were not sure, but given the familiarity and ease you could only assume he was leading you to his home; or den, or cave, or wherever it was a creature like him would rest his head.

The moment you began walking, out of earshot of all those around, he asked you to tell your tale; wanting to fill the silence and hear just what led you here in the first place. And though he was quite chatty at the tavern just moments prior, he was quiet now. Trudging along like it was a chore. Listening to you with almost disinterest even though he was the one curious about your situation in the first place.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t listening or found it boring. He was just lost in thought at the details of your story. How overly complicated life was like at court. All those rules and regulations on how to do the most mundane of things, like living and eating, all boiling down to a miserable, controlled, and boring life.

He didn’t envy you at all. If he had to wake up every day and be told what to wear, how to wear it, how to eat a dish, how to talk to people, he may have just ended it all and ran away too. No amount of wealth was worth living in such a way.

Though his interest peaked when you brought up the engagement. The straw that broke the camel’s back as it were; the whole reason you ran off in the first place. It caused his ear to stand pointed atop his head as he listened to your mutterings as best he could.

Enji Todoroki, that was the man who had asked for your hand. That was the man your parents more than willingly threw you out to if it meant more land to their name. Bakugou almost laughed at the sudden shift in your tone when speaking about him, with such anger and disdain. A far cry from the soft-spoken women you were moments prior.

But you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to marry this cruel man. You didn’t want to be sold out to him like cattle simply for more prosperity for your family. The only reason he was interested was because you were a pretty young face, nothing more really.

It made Bakugou roll his eyes. Of course, Enji would be asking for your hand, even someone like him knew the habits of that old man. One recently separated from his wife and was now looking for a younger, prettier, bride. It was all people could gossip about for months. Wondering which woman he was going to propose to – and well it seemed like it was you.

It was ridiculous really. Not only could he be your father, but he also had sons that were of marrying age. In fact, a more suitable match would be for you to marry one of them. You knew that Shoto was your age, and it would still lead to fortune for your family as he would inherit plenty.

But no. Your parents wanted your life, your destiny, to be tied to the older man. To breed and bear his children until another younger and more beautiful thing came around. It happened to his previous wife, and you knew it would happen to you.

“I deserve more.” You declared your rant about the whole situation over “I won’t even say I deserve love. I just want to be with someone who at least respects me, and I can tolerate sitting in a room with.”

You let out a loud sigh, glancing at your companion who was still as quiet and unreadable as when you started. The only thing that indicated that he was still listening, or just remembering your presence, was the small hums of acknowledgement he would give every now and then.

“I don’t think that’s too much to ask…” You mumble out, feeling slightly awkward from the silence that had now befallen you.

“Your life is ridiculous.” Bakugou finally muttered, brining a hand up to move a branch out of his way “No wonder you want to fucking leave it. I wouldn’t wanna spend one day as you, let alone deal with that bullshit.”

He had a way with words, one that made you chuckle at how brash and crude they were. No one dared speak that way at court, let alone around a lady. But you found it refreshing that he didn’t care; that he spoke what was on his mind regardless of decorum. That he was honest.

“What are you smiling at?” Bakugou asked, tone irritated as he looked down at you – hating the way your lips turn upwards in that annoying little grin.

“Nothing…” You giggled out, your tone going up in a teasing way as you turned away from him. “You just talk differently.”

“Eh!? What do you mean by that!” He yelled, stepping ahead, and blocking your bath with ease.

“I-I don’t mean any harm by it!” You held your hands up in defense to prove your point further “I like it actually…”

The way you mumbled out the last part, and how you bashfully moved your head to look downwards made the man before you smirk. That wolfish grin was back on his face, one that you didn’t know whether you missed or hated, as he leaned down to breathe in your ear. The way you shivered slightly when it hit your ear did not go unnoticed by him.

“If you like that, then you’ll love the way I sound when - !”

You pushed past him before he could even think of finishing that thought; catching him off guard if the little grunt was any indication. Your whole being was too flustered to even want to know where his mind was going.

“D-don’t!” You warned, your voice still sounding nervous but the volume it was at was proof you meant serious business “I don’t want to know!”

You were cute like this, Bakugou couldn’t deny. A little thing so easily flustered by him was refreshing, and it made the animal in him roar loudly. Oh, what he would do to something like you. He would absolutely wreck you, ruin any little part of innocence you had left within you.

His motive now changed. He no longer wanted your trust so you could give him those jewels that were tucked neatly away. He wanted something more precious, more untainted that money. But he would have to play it smart if he were ever going to obtain it.

“Come on,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, trying to seem unfazed by your little outburst “It’s only a little further ahead.”

“What is?” You asked, fidgeting on the spot as you watched him walk ahead and away from you once more – his arm pulling back a branch to clear the path before you.

“My house, dumbass. I want to get out of the cold as soon as possible, so hurry up!”

You didn’t hesitate to scramble yourself forward; feet trying their best to move as quickly as they could to heed his command. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to get out of the cold night’s air and get some rest. Even if it was in the home of the strange man-wolf in front of you.

~ ~ ~

His home was not what you expected it to be.

Not at all.

It was cozy. A small cottage that seemed just the right size for someone to live in comfort, but not with too much space to spare. It looked soft too, the upholstered chairs, his bed, even the bear skinned rug before his fireplace, all looked so soft. That if you were to touch them you would delve into them – sinking eternally in their plushness.

It really was what you wanted most. You had been running all day, and after that walk through the forest to get here, only proved just how worn your feet and body had become. You sighed out in relief once you had the chance to take off those dreaded boots; watching in curiosity at the wolf before as he placed birch logs into the open maw of the fireplace. Humming constantly when those logs burned and quickly filled the home with a gentle warmth.

“Get over here.” You heard Bakugou growl out, watching him in confusion as he rested back on his haunches; elbows resting on his knees as he rubbed his hands together at the flickering flames. 

“Come on!” He urged again, head finally snapping back to you. Rolling his eyes at the witless expression on your face as you continued to stand uncomfortably at his threshold “I know you’re cold, so hurry and get yourself warm.”

You nodded your head, scrambling once more to heed his command. Feet padding gently on the wooden floor before it was muted by the softness of the fur before the fire. When you sat, you couldn’t stop yourself from running your hands through the dense fur, marveling at how it felt under your fingertips. This was possibly the only time you would ever get to touch this kind of beast; and you were going to enjoy it as much as you could.

Though, after a few moments the lure of the fire called your name. You cold bones unable to resist the temptation and you found yourself with outstretched arms towards it. Enjoying the warm glow as flames almost seemed to lick and nip at your fingertips.

“What’s your next step?” Bakugou asked, unable to keep himself quiet. Not when he had you all to himself once more “You’re staying the night, obviously. But after that.”

His tone made it clear that it wasn’t up for debate on whether or not you would find shelter here for the night or continue on your way. Not that you were complaining. You would spend every day here in the warm solitude this small cottage provided.

“I’m not sure…” You finally whispered out, after pondering that question in your head for a few moments. “To be honest I didn’t expect to get this far…”

You saw the look he gave you; it was a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. Like he couldn’t believe that you truly had no plan, no thoughts on where you might go and do, as you figured the moment you started to run you would be caged again. It made you pull your hands back into your lap, fidgeting with them nervously, clearly showing you were a little embarrassed by your truth.

“He’s a powerful man.” You reasoned, trying to get him to understand “And I have never known life outside of my family’s estate and court. I wasn’t expecting to get far with the little knowledge I had. Or with his hounds on my tail…”

You chuckled, Bakugou joining you for a moment as well, remembering those idiotic guards you had crossed paths with. How useless they were. Though, after tonight you knew more would be spread out in an attempt to find you. And as the man before you had stated the moment he met you, you stuck out in a crowd. So really, where could you go to hide?

“I have nowhere to go.” You finally admitted, shaking your head. You had been foolish to even think that this would work in the first place “Even if I were able to slip through the border, someone would alert them of me once I tried to sell my jewels. Or they would take then and sell me out for the bounty that will surely be over my head soon.”

“So what? That’s it?” Bakugou retorted, bewilderment in his tone at how easily you were accepting defeat “All that work just to go running back with your tail between your legs!?”

“I don’t have a choice!” You snapped back, eyes narrowing back at his own “I have no friends outside these walls. Only those that wish to see me go back to that horrid fate for a quick coin! Much like you!”

“I don’t want your stupid jewels anymore!” Bakugou defended, hands turning into fists at your truthful accusation – claws digging into his palms.

“So what? You still wanted them the first moment you saw them! Who is to say someone else won’t rob me for what I have on me, and leave me penniless and stranded? Or worse…”

You shook your head at those horrid thoughts. Not wanting to think of those dark and twisted outcomes that may befall you if you were to continue out of these woods. And though returning back to that man was not a fate you wished to have, it was better than whatever may come to you if you continued.

“The safest outcome for me is going back….”

You whispered your sealed fate; taking in a shaking breath to try and calm yourself down, trying your best to ignore the crimson eyes that stared intently at you. Though those breaths quickly turned heated as anger clouded your mind. You threw your fists against the rug as you let out a wail of frustration and anger over that decision; a foot kicking out to topple the small stack of wood that sat before you.

“It’s just not fair!” You declared through clenched teeth “It’s my life! Why can’t I have any say in how it will go!? Why do I have to marry that bastard?”

You took one glance at the man beside you, searching his eyes for some sort of answer. When you could not find one, you sighed out once more before bringing your knees to your chest, resting your chin upon them like a pouting child.

“If you’re gonna have to go back...” You heard Bakugou, his tone softer as if in sympathy for you, as he raked his brain for that solution you were hoping for “Then get even with them.”

“What?” You softly questioned, your face turning back to him – that wolfish grin was back, and it made nervous at what he was going to say next.

“If you’re gonna have to marry that asshole no matter what. Then the best way to get back at them all is to give up that sweet virtue of yours. And what better ‘fuck-you’ would it be if you gave it to someone like me?”

Your mouth went dry at his words, finding it near impossible to swallow that lump that was now in your throat. He wanted you to do something that was ingrained into since childhood as sacred; something only to be done to by the person you were to be bound with for the rest of your living days on this land.

And the almost casual way he brought it up, accompanied by those burning eyes – ones that made the fire before you seem mild in comparison – meant that this wasn’t his first time in seducing a lady; to ask her to keep him company for the night.

But a part of you couldn’t help but be seduced by it all. By the thought of going against tradition, against your family, and especially against that man that already broken the sacred oaths before; so why shouldn’t you? Why should you deny yourself this one, and only, rebellion you could dish out? Why should you deny yourself to feel the touch of this handsome man before you? One that seemed to want to give you, probably, the only night of passion and enjoyment you will ever receive?

You couldn’t.

And that was probably why you felt your heart nearly explode in your chest, as a fire ignited in your belly once you felt his warm and slightly chapped lips touch yours.

Your whole body seemed to melt when you felt his palm reach up to caress your cheek and pull you closer, and deeper, into the sweet kiss. A gesture that seemed so small, yet it showed to you a level of tenderness that he had yet to openly give you since you met him. It made you want to return his kiss with fervor.

Bakugou chuckled at your eagerness, finding it endearing at your clumsy and inexperienced actions that were hidden behind your enthusiasm. It meant that you wanted this. And if you wanted this, then it meant that he could show you a night you will never forget. One that you would remember every single time that old bastard took you into his bed at night – that whenever he took you, you would only be reminded of him instead.

That thought made Bakugou growl deep within his chest. For some reason he really hated that thought. And when he pulled away from the kiss, he couldn’t help himself but duck lower, to your neck, and start to leave his mark on the untouched flesh.

Your whimpers doing nothing but spur him on. He wanted to hear every little sound you could make; wanted you to hear you wail, moan, and scream his name. The animal in him was being set loose, and he was trying his hardest to not let it run free. Though it was proving harder to do when he felt your trembling hands tug at his coat, feeling your hands slip under the fur of his collar to the smooth skin underneath it.

“Kiss me again” You breathlessly whispered to him, your hands pushing down on his neck to bring him closer “Please?”

Bakugou was unable to suppress his low groan at your words, as he brought his head away from your neck back up to yours. Lips clashing with yours in a messy kiss, one that he dominated easily. Who was he to say no to such a pretty request?

Your kisses become more urgent, almost hurried as the moments pass. Unable to let each other part for too long, even if it is to breathe. A part of it was because his lips felt so wonderful on yours, a tantalizing sensation that left you tingling all over. But the other reason was out of bashfulness. Unable to let yourself fully part from him, to look at him, as he slowly untied and unbuckled every piece of clothing you had.

His touches were gentle. The way his fingertips, and claws, would slightly drag over your skin, like a butterfly’s kiss, made goosebumps appear in their wake. Made you shiver and let out shaky breaths as you parted from one another. Your breath mingling with his, and allowing this reprieve, to fully undress.

You bit your tender lip when you felt his heated gaze wash over your skin. It made you squirm; made you place your hands around your chest to hide from his piercing gaze. Unable to stand the heat of it.

He truly was a predator that caught himself a prize, at least that's how it seemed when he looked at you. He certainly didn’t appreciate you hiding your beautiful skin from him, your wonderful body. A low growl, one that almost mimicked the warning he gave to those men hour prior, rumbled into his chest as he pulled your arms away from your chest.

His grasp was firm, but not painful, you could feel the warning in it; telling you to not do something similar again as he laid your nearly bare form down onto the fur. Pinning your arms above your head

“Keep them there.” Bakugou commanded, his rumbling voice that resembled gravel made it clear to you that you had to obey.

And obey you did. You relaxed your arms and turned your wrist inwards as your fingers once again threaded through the bear’s fur. Trying your best to keep yourself grounded, avoiding becoming too sheepish, as to let him continue his ministries.

Swift hands made quick work of your skirts, ridding them quickly and causing you to lay bare before him; the first man to ever see you this was since you were a babe. His gaze was telling more than words ever could at just how wonderful you seemed to look. And though you couldn’t keep eye contact with him for long, he could see the heat in your eyes as well once he started to shed his garments as well. That smug smirk the main reason you turned your head away.

Bakugou’s hands started tracing your collar bone, following it along from shoulder to shoulder. His lips coming done onto it a moment later to lavish it with wet kisses. You could feel his smirk on your skin when he nipped at a particularly tender spot, enjoying how your hips bucked up slightly into his own.

He was enjoying this as much as you. If the slight breeze of air that came in contact with your legs, the slight brush of coarse hair, caused by the wagging of his tail was any sign. It made you giggle breathless as you watched the appendage pick up speed the lower his lips descended on your body.

He kept up this tender care all throughout your chest. Slowly moving his hands downward, his lips following moments later over the swell of your breasts, allowing the soft kisses to distract you as his fingers pinched at your hardening nipples.

Your mewls spurring him on to take one of the hardened buds into his mouth, eyes glancing up to see if you were liking the way his tongue flicked over it rapidly. Chuckling when you arched your back, and let out a keen, over what he was doing to you. That needy whine sent shivers straight to his cock, as it bobbed up against his stomach.

It was only when his hands slipped themselves down in between your legs that you moved your hands to grasp his wrist. The combination of the low groan that left his mouth mixed with all the wetness that found itself on your thighs was too much for you.

“I said!” Bakugou growled once more, speaking to you through clenched teeth “Keep your hands out of the way.”

He pried your hands off his wrist and moved them once again, this time to rest at your sides. And though you closed your eyes once more in embarrassment, he kept his eyes trained on your face when pressed his hands behind your knees to pull them up and apart – baring your weeping cunt to the moonlight.

“Look at me.”

It was hard for you to follow his request, a whimper escaping your throat to show your unease, but finally opening your eyes when he asked once more, tone soft and gentle, to look back down at him. He was handsome, looked so alluring with his hair all mused and ears pointed in between your legs, as he gently caressed your plush thighs in a comforting manner.

You couldn’t help the gasp that came froth, almost in a shrill manner, when you watched his tongue take a long and heavy stripe up your core; not missing the way his claws now dug into your skin, it was almost painful.

“S-stop! Don’t…” You cried out, hands twitching at your sides, trying their hardest to not push him away “Don’t do that, it – it’s dirty down there!”

Bakugou scoffed at your claim, taking a bite out of your thigh to have you look back at him. Once you do he repeats the action, this time accompanying it with a groan – smirking once more at the flush that was now making it down your neck.

“Not dirty at all.” He shrugged his shoulders before settling in a more comfortable position “How can something that tastes as good as you, be dirty?”

You didn’t have an answer for him. Not that you could really, not when your brain did nothing but short circuit and turn to mush when you felt his tongue swipe up and down at your glistening folds. Unable to hold back any of the mewls and moans that crept out of your throat; especially when his lips found that special bundle of nerves and began to suckle on it.

Bakugou was taking his time, though it was a little bit agonizing. As much as he wished to go faster, to hear the wonton screams that he knew he could make you sing, he knew that you needed this to be as passionate and tender as it could be. So, whenever you would look back on this night, you would not regret allowing him this.

Not that he truly minded. The sounds of your gasps, your twitching thighs, and bucking hips made up for it. Especially when he slipped a finger into your warmth and felt you tight walls fluttering around the digit. It was delightful, so much so he couldn’t help but let a growl; the vibrations making your hips jump once more. If you felt this good around his finger, he could only imagine how amazing it would feel having you gummy walls around his cock.

After a few pumps, he added another finger. Pushing through your tight entrance to help properly prepare you for his thick member; not wanting it to hurt once he finally got around to fucking you. The sinful, loud, whines you let out as your back arched when he began to scissor his fingers made his head a little dizzy. So aroused by it all that he couldn’t help himself from rutting his hips, and hard cock, on the rug beneath him.

You had the rug gripped between your fingers, your knuckles going white at how tightly you were holding on, as you felt a bundle start to twine in your gut. One that seemed built out of fire and that twisted almost painfully the more he licked, sucked, and played with your weeping core.

“Come on, sweetness” He nearly begs, his voice going hoarse “I can feel you fluttering around me, just let go. I got you.”

You babbled, though you’re not sure of what, as you listened to his gentle command. Unable to resist, you did as he said, and let go of that tight know deep within you; allowing it to snap and your body to go rigid. Head moving side to side as you whimpered and wept over the overwhelming sensation.

Though it was only now that you truly understood why so many called this feeling ‘le petite mort’ as you felt a part of your soul had died and found its way to heaven. You couldn’t help but want to feel this feeling over and over again until you yourself passed on yourself. Though it was sinful, you had never felt anything so wondrous.

You whimpered when you felt his fingers slowly leave your tender hole, not wanting the feeling of being full to leave you so soon. And neither did Bakugou. He didn’t want to let up when you finally came, wanting instead to continue – to overstimulate you until you were a blubbering, teary eyes mess, that was begging him to stop. But he couldn’t help himself. He needed to be in you, right now.

“You ready?” He whispered, bringing his hand up to softly caress your cheek, the tip of his cock twitching against your thigh “Cause we can – can stop if you want.”

“No!” You begged, bringing your own hand up to grasp his; kissing his palm “P-please, I want more.”

Your soft confession made Bakugou moan out, hiding his head in the crook of your neck once more, as he tried to compose himself once more. He knew what he was doing when he started, corrupting your innocence, however he was not expected to become this turned on – affected – by your turning.

He needed more. So, he placed the blunt head of his cock at your entrance and slowly pushed in, groaning at the tight heat that welcomed him as he slowly, inch by inch, sheathed himself. The stretch itself was a little painful for you, the more he pushed in, but not in a bad way. It simply just felt a little strange, as you had never felt a man in you before.

Though the more that kept entering you, the more you would whimper out. You had felt full when his fingers were within you, but this was an entirely different sensation; entirely different feeling of being full. One that made your eyes shut tightly as your mind could only focus on the slightly pleasant burn of being stretched wide.

Bakugou let out a huff, head dangling above yours; some of his hair tickling your cheeks as he allowed you the time needed to adjust to the new sensation. And himself if he was honest. Your cunt was so tight that, mixed with his earlier actions, made him almost cum then and there once he bottomed out.

“You can move now…” You mumbled, pushing his hair back so you could look into his eyes.

He didn’t say anything back, just simply nodded his head as he adjusted your legs to rest upon his hip. It made you moan softly at the shift, his cock feeling deeper in you. Though that moan turned into a hiss when you moved his hips back slightly, your walls still sore from his intrusion; still burned. But Bakugou was careful with his movements, only moving an inch at a time before moving back fully into you.

It was a slow process, but soon he was able to pull almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into yours, and hearing wanton moans instead of quiet pained whimpers. You couldn’t help but bring your around his shoulder, your nails pressing crescent moons into his back with every slam of his cock into you.

The burn of feeling your nails drag into your skin made Bakugou grip your hips ever tighter. You both knew with the way his nails into your flesh, breaking your flesh and having slight trickles of blood run down your legs, meant that there would be scars; ones that your soon-to-be-husband would soon see. And that made you moan out louder, knowing that there would always be a reminder of this night for years to come.

“You like that, don’t you?” Bakugou asked through laboured breath, his pace picking up speed as pulled you down to meet his thrusts; salivating at your bouncing chest “You like when I mark your skin? Like when I use your sloppy cunt, use you like the slut that you are?”

Bakugou laughed darkly when you whined at his words and shook your head no. Though you were denying his claims, your body was telling a very different tale; if the amount of slick that dripped down both your thighs was any indication.

“No?” He mocked, a smug smirk forming on his face as your lidded eyes met his “Then why did I feel you clench at my words, huh? Like – ah – like that sweetness? You like when I’m mean to you, don’t you? I told you, you would love how I would sound.”

All you could was moan out, brain turning to mush at the sensations he was overloading you with. He was leading you back to that cliff, and you wanted nothing more than to fall over it once again as you brought your legs to lock around his back as you babbled out strings of pleas for him to keep going.

 “Yeah, you’re gonna cum again? I can feel it, sweetness, your walls milking my cock.” Bakugou grunted when he felt one of your hands tug the hair at the base of his neck “Come on then, cum. Cum all over my fat cock, milk it – come on!”

He took your hand away from his hair, clasping it into his as he lowered his body onto yours; entwining your fingers together as he continued to say filthy words to help bring you over that edge. When you felt his pelvis rub so deliciously over your clit you couldn’t help but be sent over the edge; pulling him even closer as your body shook at the powerful release.

Bakugou groaned, quickly following suit when he felt your walls clamp down on him. Unable to stop himself from painting your insides white, with rope after rope of his cum, as he bit another mark onto your neck.

You let the moments pass, let it go by serenely as you basked in each other’s afterglow. Not wanting to leave one another so quickly after such an event. You wanted to hold him close as your heart slowly started to beat at a normal rate, and Bakugou wanted to do the same.

Though, once his cock had softened, he felt it was time to get you both cleaned up. And with a soft hiss as he left your warmth, he slowly lifted himself from your warm embrace; suddenly feeling cold even with the fire next to him.

“Be right back.” He mumbled as he got to his feet, not bothering to hide his body like you were as he walked to where his washing room was.

You took this moment to sit up, wincing at the soreness that now encompassed your lower half, as you searched for your shift; wanting to cover yourself, if only slightly. That’s when you found your small leather pouch, the one that contained all the valuables you thought to take with you.

Around the drawstring of the bag, helping to keep the thing closed, was your family heirloom. A giant sapphire broach that was surrounded by silver in an intricate design; a pattern that was designated to your family only. It was invaluable. And you thought that if Bakugou was kind enough to leave you a memento, you should do the same.

You clutched the item to your chest when you heard him step back into the room, wash cloth in hand. You continued to hold it close to you, hiding it away, as he tenderly cleaned between your legs and the now dried blood at your hips. A kind gesture that made you relax once more into his touch.

He crawled up your body once more to place a soft kiss to your lips as his arms wrapped securely around you. You yelped when he picked you up, head spinning from suddenly being off the ground. He chuckled at your reaction, it only increased when you blushed and scolded him.

He led you to his bed, allowed you to get yourself comfortable before joining you. His heart thumping in his chest, and his tail annoyingly wagging, when you moved yourself to snuggle into his side. Your hands softly wandering over the muscles on his chest, as you gazed up at him once more; a small smile forming on your face.

“Here,” You whispered, holding your trinket out to him, waiting for him to take it. You relished in the soft, gingerly, touch he gave your hand before grabbing hold of your treasure.

“What is this?” He asked, voice still dark and raspy as he inspected it further in the moonlight.

“My family broach. It’s invaluable, probably worth a lot of money.” You explained, rubbing small circles with your fingertips on the skin of his collar bone “It was what you wanted to take when you first saw me. And though you can’t steal me away, you can steal this. As something to remember me by.”

You meant it as a joke, light humor to help ease yourself into a more mirthful humor rather than one of sadness over what was to transpire once you woke. You snuggled yourself deeper into the blankets, into his embrace as you placed your head on his chest. The lull of slumber began to swiftly overtake you.

Bakugou couldn’t follow suit though. Couldn’t stop his mind from racing as he looked at the broach. The more he thought about it, as he now looked down on your slumbering face, how sweet and perfect you looked under the moonlight rays, the more he realized that he wanted to keep you. So maybe, just maybe, he would steal you away from them after all.

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[demonslayedher]

How Does Eating Humans Work?

Hello, Gotou here. We’re shamelessly borrowing from the format of a KnY Fanbook #2 comic to launch an investigation into demon metabolism and development by crossing the Sanzu River again to interview demons in the underworld. While we’ll be using canon materials as a base, the analysis and conjecture herein is personal, so we ask for your understanding. Also, please note that consuming any food in the underworld will make you unable to return, and we cannot promise your safety even though the interview subjects are dead, so please come along at your own risk.

Some of the questions we’d like to answer are, why do demons need to eat humans? How much do they need to eat to survive? Are there factors that influence how eating humans makes them stronger? If they don’t want to kill humans, what are their other options? We’ve rounded up some special guests below the cut (hidden for length and grossness), everyone from the lowly Temple Demon to the lovely Tamayo, to see what their actions in canon might tell us.

First, a review of what canon tells us, mostly as summarized in Fanbook #2: 1. With one exception named Yushirou, all demons were created by Kibutsuji Muzan, for his own purposes. They all have some amount of his blood, and can be divided into four classes depending on how powerful they are. From top to bottom, the Upper Moons, the Lower Moons, demons with special abilities, and other demons without any special characteristics. 2. Demons may be stronger depending on how much of Kibutsuji Muzan’s blood they have. Most beings’ cannot handle a large amount of his blood, and it will rupture the cells and that being will die, but there are demons who adapt well to it. 3. Typically, sunlight is the only way to kill a demon, by either bathing them in sunlight or cutting of their head with a Nichirin blade. However, there are powerful demons for whom chopping off their head does not work, and if it’s strong enough, demons can also be killed by wisteria poison.

4. Demons eat human blood and flesh. The more they eat, the stronger they become, and the faster their regenerative abilities become. Some humans have “Marechi,” a rare blood type, which is especially nutritious to demons, and eating one Marechi is the equivalent of eating several humans.

That’s an interesting thing we’d like to come back to, especially since we’re looking for quantitative information about how demons gain nutrition (though I have my doubts we'll get enough for statistical analysis). As an interesting note, Fanbook #2 also tells us that if demons try to consume the same edibles humans do, they’ll vomit it back up.

I’m told that Miss Tamayo drinks tea, though. That’ll be an interesting question for later. In my notes, it seems she’s also explained to Tanjirou back in Chapter 15 that demons will normally go berserk if they go a long time without consuming any blood or flesh. Berserk is one thing, but I wonder if they can starve to death? We’ll see if these canon clues will lead us to anything. We’ll begin now in an interview format. Hopefully this will go smoothly, but I’ve got a feeling it won’t. First up, we’ve the Temple Demon.

Temple: Who were you calling ‘lowly’ just now? Up there, above the cut?

Gotou: That was in a literal sense, not having Blood Techniques means you’re in the bottom common tier of demons.

Temple: Argh. Fine. What do you want to know?

Gotou: In Chapter 2, you were spotted with three human victims. However, it seems you left their bodies mostly intact and only ate small parts instead of consuming one full human at a time. Could you comment on this?

Temple: I’d have gotten to more later if that whelp with the strong legs didn’t interrupt me! Who’s got time to eat entire humans anyway? I went for the easy stuff first.

Gotou: I see. It appears you might had focused on key organs, like the heart and the liver. Would you say these are especially nutritionally dense?

Temple: I guess. If I’m going to eat humans, I’m going to start with what’s worth bothering to digest. Blood’s easier on the stomach, so that’s what I was busy with on the lady there.

Gotou: Then it takes effort to digest? Hmm. Let’s come back to this later. How many humans would you say you consumed, including these three?

Temple: Not a lot… I tried to get a variety so I could get stronger faster, but…

Gotou: I’ll put down a guess as ten or less. Let’s move on to someone who has a sharper memory for numbers. One of our longer-lived guests at Mt. Fujikasane for 47 years, the Hand Demon. While most of the demons on the mountain had only eaten two or three humans, you’ve eaten a whole 50 of the children who headed into the Final Selection, didn’t you?

Hand: Yes, that’s right. It was hard at first since I wasn’t very strong, and the demons usually all went crazy there eating each other, just like that one brat who got away in Chapter 7 said. If you could manage to kill any of the kids, you had the other demons to fight off to even get a piece to yourself. That was enough to get me by, and stronger, little by little. Your body learns to make your meals last, and make the most of what you can get. I usually only had a bite of one child a year, can you imagine how horrible that was? Most demons who survive usually figure out some way to develop and survive better, and once my cells found something that worked for me, I kept doing it. I got really good at snatching away prey from other demons, and soon enough I was a bigger threat than any of them. None of them could, you might say, lay a hand on me.

Gotou: That’s an interesting point about self-development. A demon named Nezuko was spent two years doing that in her sleep.

Hand: She must have had a big meal before that!

Gotou: Well, anyway. It seems that in near starving conditions, your metabolism made the most of what you had, leading to the most efficient use of whatever food was available to you.

Hand: That’s right, I got really good at it. Wasn’t always pretty, but I made it work. I got to a point where I could go two years without eating and still keep my wits about me while the other demons were going mad. But I chose to eat. I liked to keep my appetite for specific children.

Gotou: That smile is not reassuring. Some humans taste better than others, I guess?

Hand: That’s for sure. This one kid tasted awful, like rust and man sweat! I still don’t have that disgusting taste out of my mouth! But he was one of my more satisfying meals, so I ate more of him.

Gotou: Then why would you… nevermind, I don’t like that smile, no further questions. While I had hoped to keep these interviews focused on quantities of humans consumed, it does seem personal taste is worth asking about. I had tried to invite a Swamp Demon from Chapter 11, but it kept arguing with itself and it felt like I’d be wasting my time. The one definite thing I learned was that this demon is picky, with a distinct preference for 16-year-old girls. Based on the number of trinkets he kept, it seems he had consumed at least seventeen of them, including several in one town. Sheesh, that’s sort of a rough mission to send a first-timer on. I’ve got a more cooperative guest here to discuss her tastes, a Snake Demon who, according to Chapter 188, has a special taste for baby flesh.

Snake: Thank you for having me here. It’s good to be appreciated again.

Gotou: Did you only eat babies?

Snake: Goodness, no. Babies are delicious, but they aren’t very nutritious. And their skulls certainly aren’t that big, the ones I lounged around with were from the people whom I killed and stole from. But you know the nice thing about baby skulls? They’re still soft. They take a long time to digest, but I can swallow them whole.

Gotou: Like… like a snake, then. Sorry, I’m a little ill hearing that. Let’s back up, were all those skulls the remains of adults you ate, then?

Snake: Meh, I ate some of them of better-looking ones, but most of them I only killed. I could usually kill a lot more at a time than I could bother eating, my killing record was fifty women all at once.

Gotou: And you didn’t find that wasteful?

Snake: Wasteful? Not at all. I wasn’t exactly in dire straits, I lived a more luxurious life than most demons do. That meant I could afford to wait for a truly delicious meal, like how you humans might leave something in a slow-cooker to enjoy the perfect combination of doneness and tenderness, plated in the most appetizing of ways.

Gotou: I guess demons and humans are similar in that regard.

Snake: I’m so glad you can relate! Then you understand the frustration of a meal you’ve be preparing for years opening up the slow-cooker and running away right when they were just about done.

Gotou: I have never had that experience.

Snake: I’ll get you, my pretty. And your little snake, too.

Gotou: I think we might have gotten a little off-topic here. It does seem digesting humans comes with some difficulty. I’d like to invite the Drum Demon in next. Your name is Kyougai, I hear?

Kyougai: !!

Gotou: Kyogai, right?

Kyougai: You’ve heard of me! You know my name!

Gotou: I happened to, yes.

Kyougai: What have you heard???

Gotou: That you were kicked out of the Lower Moons for being unable to consume enough humans.

Kyougai: Oh. ……..yeah, that’s me.

Gotou: I thought demons go berserk if they go a long time without consuming humans. Wouldn’t that make an inability to consume them problematic?

Kyougai: It wasn’t that I couldn’t eat them! Like I said in Chapter 24, I had to in order to sustain myself, just like any other demon. But, at some point, I couldn’t eat as much as I used to. That happens to humans too, doesn’t it? When you just can’t stomach anymore?

Gotou: You mean like when you’ve overeaten? In a human’s case that feeling may go away within a few hours.

Kyougai: Sort of like that, but you know, humans reach a time when nothing is appetizing or the thought of eating makes them feel sick, right? Isn’t that the human condition?

Gotou: …uh… maybe if they have a medical condition? Or anxiety? Do demons get anxiety? Or eating disorders?

Kyougai: I… I don’t know. I just wasn’t good enough.

Gotou: I think it’s plenty good if you stopped eating humans. Though to have developed Blood Techniques and been a Lower Moon in the first place, you must had eaten a great number of them.

Kyougai: You think I’m great?

Gotou: What?

Kyougai: No, sorry, I was getting ahead of myself. It’s true, I used to be able to eat as many as the other Lower Moons always consumed. Our stomachs were stronger, you might say. Demons got strong by eating humans, and then the more you did that the better you usually got at it, so the strong ones would eat more and more and keep getting stronger and stronger. At least, that’s how it usually worked. I’ve seen other demons below me reached that point too, where they feel the drive to eat, but then they have trouble digesting it for a long time, so they don’t wind up eating that many people.

Gotou: Then it would make sense to eat the most nutritionally dense parts first.

Kyougai: Or a Marechi.

Gotou: Yes, or a Marechi.

Kyougai: It was a great idea, wasn’t it?

Gotou: I cannot condone any consumption of humans as a good idea.

Kyougai: I knew it. I’m nothing. Go ahead, stomp all over everything I ever tried to accomplish.

Gotou: I think I’m going to move on to my next interviewee now. It looks like we’ve got… oh, would you look at this? Lower Moon One. Enmu, I believe.

Enmu: You can believe whatever you want. I’m happy to help.

Gotou: I don’t need any help, thanks. I’m curious, since you were one of the stronger demons out there, it seems you had a stronger capacity for consuming humans.

Enmu: I did, I was always careful and paced myself so the Demon Slayers wouldn’t notice me. I took my time. I liked to enjoy e-e-e-a-c-h one.

Gotou: Then you had tastes too? Like babies, or 16-year-old girls?

Enmu: I could season any human to my liking. They’re all very easy to prepare.

Gotou: I’m still trying to get quantitative data. Can you tell me at least a rough estimate of how many humans you consumed?

Enmu: I told this more precisely to that boy with the earrings back in Chapter 59, and I can tell you this too. At my best, I could had eaten over two-hundred people at once if I took my time.

Gotou: OH MY GAW----sorry, I dropped my pen. Two hundred, at once?

Enmu: Yes. If I had just. Had. A little. More. Time.

Gotou: Clearly there is a huge difference between what common demons are capable of and what the Twelve Moons are capable of.

Daki: Psh, those were all any random common people. That’s nothing to brag about.

Gotou: Excuse me, and you are?

Daki: Daki, Upper Moon Six. You want something really impressive, you talk to the Upper Moons.

Gotou: I’m sorry, I don’t see you on my list.

Daki: What! Your list is stupid. Look me in the eyes, I’m Upper Moon Six!

Gotou: Very well, then. What can you tell me about your diet, Miss Upper Moon Six?

Daki: That’s more like it. It’s true that digestion takes a while, and takes some effort. Even though we Upper Moons may have eaten hundreds of people in our lifetimes, it’s not as if we gorge ourselves. The clever ones among us save prey for later to eat when we feel ready for it.

Gotou: Food storage? How do you keep them fresh?

Daki: You leave them still alive, numbskull. Nobody wants to eat something cold, that’s gross.

Gotou: I see, so that’s why demons prefer to go after new kills instead of saving what they’ve already managed to kill. That also might explain why the demons on Mt. Fujikasane wouldn’t had eaten many humans, if they found long dead ones in edible.

Daki: You want to know the real secret to eating humans? You can eat what you find tastes good, sure. But to get stronger, you eat strong people. Like your Corp members, the ones besides chumps like you? Using all that Breath makes their muscles really lean and potent, it’s like they come offering themselves as protein bars for us.

Gotou: You make them sound like a fad diet…

Daki: The real secret is eating Pillars. Besides Marechi, they’re the strongest meals out there. Guess how many I’ve eaten?

Gotou: I don’t have the data to make an educated guess.

Daki: Then get educated! Look back at Chapter 88! I’ve eaten seven Pillars, and my brother has eaten fifteen!

Gotou: Your brother? Who is he, then, Upper Moon Five?

Daki: What? Ew. Gross. Gross! No way, ew!

Gotou: Hmm… eating Pillars, huh? Well, I can think of one Pillar who was…

Douma: Me too!

Gotou: Speak of the devil.

Douma: Actually, we Upper Moons can! And he's not Satan, that's not how this works. But I guess Muzan-sama’s curse doesn’t effect us now. Ask me anything you want!

Gotou: That Chapter 143 reference was such a rude entrance. I understand that Pillars are particularly nutritious—

Douma: Oh, please don’t misunderstand! I don’t even eat all the Pillars I’ve encountered. There was the one Flower Pillar who got away from me, but some of the boy pillars I just leave around. What’s really the key to consistent nutritional intake is women! It’s really unhealthy for a demon not to get enough women in their diet, that’s why even if you’re only looking for Marechi or Pillars, your metabolism is going to get thrown out of whack with sudden big meals. You grow a stronger metabolism with consistency, I believe!

Gotou: If I could stop you there, I had an image from Chapter 142 I preferred to focus on for this case study. I see you keep a wide collection of skulls, from victims whom I assume you ate.

Douma: Yes, they all stayed together inside me for eternity, but the room looked lonely without décor.

Gotou: It seems other demons usually go for nutritionally dense organs like hearts or livers, or easy to digest parts of the body, perhaps just blood sometimes. Eating the entire victim, bones and all, doesn’t seem to be the norm.

Douma: Bones are organs too, you know! That’s where blood is made, at its freshest. They do take more practice in learning to digest, and I had to find a way around not having to chew them, but the bone marrow is very, very good for you, so I make sure to consume it frequently. It may take more time and it causes some of my followers to panic more while they wait, though, that’s a bit of a downside. Oh, and I guess bones can make good storage for some sneaky poison. Even fingernails and hair follicles, who’d have thought?

Gotou: I don’t think hair would have much nutritional value in the first place. In all my years, I can never recall seeing a victim with their hair eaten.

Douma: Tsk, tsk! Clearly you haven’t done much metabolism research in advance. I was really impressed by how well Shinobu-chan understood how my digestion would work. Eating hair can do amazing things! Isn’t that right, Genya-kun?

Genya: ?????????

Gotou: Genya-kun!?

Genya: What am I doing here?

Gotou: I don’t think you’re supposed to be here. Isn’t there, you know, another side? The other direction?

Genya: What are you doing here? Did you die?

Gotou: I’m here doing research on demon metabolism and how they get stronger by consuming flesh.

Douma: What can you tell us about what up with having your friend feed you hair you found on the floor in Chapters 170-171, Genya-kun?

Genya: I’m not a demon!! Why the hell are you asking me?

Douma: ‘Hell’! Haha, good one!

Gotou: How do you even know about that? You were dead almost a full volume before that. And Genya’s different, he’s not a case study in how demons consuming humans works!

Douma: Are you certain?

Gotou: I hear the term get thrown around a lot that he’s ‘half-demon’, but—

Genya: I’m not a demon!!!

Gotou: --how would that even work? That would imply that one of his parents had to be a demon, and that—

Genya: What did you say about my mother!?!

Gotou: What? Nothing—

Genya: You say that to my face! You just trying saying something about my mother to my face! My mother never actually ate any flesh, you got that? She doesn’t deserve any of this!

Gotou: Genya, calm down, what—

Douma: I see we’re learning nothing about hair at all. Maybe Kokushibou-dono would provide better commentary on that?

Genya: Mom? Mo-o-o-o-m? Are you down here somewhere?

Gotou: And there he goes… wait, did you say Kokushibou? Upper Moon One? Oh no—he—he didn’t want me bothering him, he did not agree to another interview—

Douma: He-e-e-e-e-y, Kokushibou-dono! How did that work with Genya-kun eating your hair? Hair can be nutritious, right?

Kokushibou: You would gain… nothing… from consuming human hair… it’s not… flesh… you wasted your energy digesting it…

Douma: Aww, cutting it off them would had been sad, though.

Kokushibou: Demon hair… like demon weapons… is made… from our unique cells. It’s not dead… like human locks. Because that boy ate my live cells… it affected him…

Gotou: Yes, because he had a very, very unique metabolism, analyzed separately in this post. To be perfectly clear, Genya is completely human with cells that could temporarily transform, and he never consumed human flesh.

Kokushibou: He… vexes me…

Gotou: Um… while I’ve got you here, you’re one of the longest lived demons, clocking in at over three, maybe four centuries. Do you have any estimate of how many humans you’ve consumed?

Kokushibou: ……I see in… Chapter 100… that you are 23 years old?

Gotou: That is correct.

Kokushibou: Do you bother… remembering how many meals… you’ve had in a mere 23 years?

Gotou: I’m very sorry to have bothered you.

Douma: Kokushibou-dono’s ancient compared to the rest of us! But if I tried, I could probably recall. Let’s see. One, two, three, four…

Gotou: Is that? Your finger in your brain? Oh—ohhh—that is disgusting---I really don’t need to know numbers that badly, please stop. Is there maybe just some average you can give me for the Upper Moons instead? Like how many you’d eat in a month?

Douma: I wish I could, but a certain someone was an annoying outlier and didn’t like to eat so many humans. He made me worry all the time about his health.

Gotou: Really? Who might that be?

Douma: Hello-o-o-o-o-? Akaza-dono? Yoohoo! He spends all his time with his wife now and never answers when I call, it makes me so sad. Akaza-dono did eat humans, plenty of strong ones, but any time he wasn’t under orders from Muzan he liked to spend his time training instead of eating. Fanbook #1 says he did that way more than eating!

Gotou: Training? What sort of training?

Douma: Similar things to what your Corp members did, I imagine. Doing squats, throwing punches, things like that.

Gotou: Then demon muscles had similar function to human muscles, and could be strengthened through hard work? That’s surprising.

Douma: I know, right? I’ll let you in on a secret, I don’t think it was the physically repetition that did anything. I think it was his willpower getting honed and shaping his muscles.

Douma: I had to focus when I acquired new skills too, like breaking down poisons. A lot of sad, lowly demons, like that Hand Demon fellow? They focus as hard as they can in their desperation, or focus on some strong emotion or attachment or whatever, and they grow and develop because of it. Sometimes all their weak bodies can manage is an ugly mutation, but that’s proof enough of how much focus they had.

Gotou: That sheds a lot of light on Nezuko, actually.

Douma: Shed “light” on Nezuko-chan, hahaha! Sunlight! You humans are all so witty!

Gotou: Speaking of willpower, I’ve got one more interview I need to get to down here. Of all the demons I have records of, only Nezuko went her whole time as a demon without consuming any human flesh, although she did go through moments of berserk cravings for it. It’s possible that other demons were killed before they could consume anything, but typically they will consume flesh as soon as possible, which is why its common for their family and close relations to be among the first ones killed. Tomioka-san even mentioned in Chapter 1 that these close relations are especially nutritious.

Gotou: A demon about as old as Kokushibou, if not older, is a special case of her own. She was one of the only demons we know of to have escaped Kibutsuji’s curse and acted in dependently of him, including having created a demon of her own after two hundred years of trying. Most notably to our purposes, she trained herself to subsist on small amounts of blood, after having survived on corpses and wild animals for a time, according to the extensive Taisho Secrets at the end of Volume 21.

Tamayo: I explained this in more detail to Tanjirou-san in Chapter 15, but I went on to purchase blood from poor people, and extracted it in ways that wouldn’t be harmful to them. The one demon I created, Yushirou, could subsist on even less. I gained enough self-control that I could treat injured humans without feeling tempted into a berserk state.

Gotou: I was just talking to Douma about willpower making demons capable of accomplishing new physical developments. Was that how you were able to gain this state? I heard you even enjoy a cup of tea now and then.

Tamayo: Yes, I’ve taken a liking to it. I’d offer you some if not for this, you know, being hell. It’s nothing like the hell I went through when first resisting consuming humans, though. My demon body refused to take anything but fresh human flesh at first, but in the hardest moments, I always remembered a kind demon hunter who said he believed in me and my desire to defeat Kibutsuji Muzan. I believe Nezuko may have summoned her strength to resist the call of her demon cells in a similar way; she knew she had her brother there to rely on. Once she mastered something as remarkable as resisting the need for human flesh, it gave her the freedom to prioritize other developments.

Gotou: You spent centuries researching demon cells, especially how demons may break down and metabolize poisons.

Tamayo: I had not studied the metabolism of poisons until working with Shinobu-san. The medicine we concocted for Kibutsuji was only possible thanks to her work, and I couldn’t had worked with many of those wisteria-based substances on my own. I feel I was only there to fill in the gaps of her brilliant understanding.

Gotou: You’re very humble. I would pass along my thanks and compliments to Shinobu-sama too, but I’m pretty sure she’s not down here. On that note, did Genya-kun go back home?

Tamayo: He did after a nice reunion with his mother just now, it was very sweet. Shizu-san and I get along well, after all, we both carry similar guilt.

Gotou: Wait, was his mother a demon? That means Wind-sama’s mother was too? Wait?? What??

Tamayo: The worst hell I went through, or that any demon has gone through, is to realize what you’ve eaten after the hunger-driven madness clears. Being similar to your own cells, they’re easy on a volatile new anatomy to break down and digest. That’s why many demons may have driven themselves to forget everything all over again, or to twist their personalities to justify the horror, saying that because they ate the hearts of their loved ones and because demon flesh can live forever, then they never truly killed them. The truth always remained untwisted for me, and to this day, it torments me more than anything in this underworld can try.

Gotou: …

Tamayo: You should wake up now, Gotou. You’ve been through a lot; the nightmares must be taxing on your health. Please remember to eat well.

#kny fandom theories and meta #too many characters to tag #I wrote this draft early last week and only this morning had time to edit it but it took foreeeevvvverrr on my slow computer #now off to work #eat well everybody #I'm off to work #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer