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↳ Index [Chapter 38 - Sanguis]

• Sanguis (Latin, blood)

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: switch!Taehyung, switch!Reader, oral (m.receiving), blowjob, rimjob, anal fingering, body worshipping, Taehyung is really shy about being subby, missionary, romantic & consensual blooddrinking, multiple orgasms, she helps him relieve emotional stress through an orgasm, it’s a really good orgasm but he cries afterwards because he’s been through a lot, lovey dovey pillowtalk, but also mentions of grief and regret and also trauma

Wordcount: 10k

a/n: please someone help me i am so emotional

Taehyung finally opens his eyes. He blinks first, then hums deeply before a tired smile curls at his lips.

"Hey", you say, grinning.

"Hey", he answers you, closing his eyes again.

"You're really handsome when you sleep."

Taehyung smiles lazily.

"You watched me sleep?"

"Yeah", you say, connecting the tips of your fingers with the parts of his chest which lied exposed to you, "only for a little."

You run your fingers over his collarbones. It is really fascinating how cold his skin feels under your touch. Even more fascinating however, are the goosebumps rising all over his skin. Your touch affects him that much.

"Do vampires even need sleep? Or do you just do it because it’s fun? Yoongi told me that he doesn’t really sleep so that’s why I’m asking" you say, watching how his chest heaves up and down in a deep breath.

"Yes we need sleep, although we can survive without it quite a lot longer than humans", he answers you.

"How much longer?"

"Weeks."

"Doesn’t it get exhausting?"

"Of course, it gets terribly exhausting."

"I see", you murmur, following the path your fingers draw with your eyes, “were you able to sleep?”

You don’t quite say the location you mean, but Taehyung understands.

“Not a lot.”

You run your fingertips over his closed lids and down his cheeks, watching how his muscles relax.

“Now you can finally sleep a lot again”, you hush, drawing swirls along his neck and collarbones until you have reached his chest again.

Your fingers stop over his heart. A memory flickers up in your mind. The memory of how Jungkook's fist looked like buried deep inside of it. You gulp, placing your palm down on his chest. It was such a terrible view.

"I'm so glad you didn’t die", you whisper, eyes filling with tears, "I wouldn't have been able to live on."

Your eyes flit up to his face. Taehyung is staring at you in shock.

"That was dramatic right now, wasn’t it?" you say, having to laugh to cover up the embarrassment you are feeling.

"It-" he finally faces you completely, eyes glued to yours. You and him are so close that you can feel his cold breath on your skin. You don’t dare to breathe, drawn in by his gaze.

"My sweetest I-", he falls silent again.

"Yes, darling?" you ask him.

"Did you just call me darling?" Taehyung sounds breathless, maybe even close to tears.

"Yes, I did", you answer him, placing your hands on his chest.

“So…” his lower lip turns into a sad pout, “…I’m your darling?” he whispers.

Your eyes flit to his lips.

“Yes”, you breathe.

You draw closer. Your eyes meet in a deep gaze. Taehyung places his hands over yours.

“I don’t know what to say”, he confesses, voice so soft it is almost unidentifiable.

“Say nothing, just let me”, you look back at his lips, “kiss you.”

Taehyung nods his head, closing his eyes in anticipation. Your heart flutters and then you kiss him. You kiss him so good, Taehyung feels even the last broken parts inside of him heal. He kisses you back with such adoration, you feel even the last doubt in your chest melt away. Taehyung did bad things when his emotions were turned off, but you want to forget about them. Those are in the past. Taehyung, the real Taehyung, is here now in your arms and with his fingers woven in your hair. That is the Taehyung you fell for. Soft, gentle, sweet. That is the Taehyung you want to call your darling. Only one thing is missing now to make this moment ethereal.

His warmth.

You break the kiss, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. Your eyes are closed, so are his’.

"Taehyung do you want some of my blood?" you ask in a whisper.

“What?” he gasps, moving away slightly.

When you open your eyes, you are met with shock and fear on his face.

“You’re so terribly cold and I miss your warmth. And you told me that your kind only gains warmth when you consume fresh blood”, you explain.

Taehyung's eyes race over your features. He is lost for breath and words.

“So I thought that maybe you want a few sips of my blood”, you continue, touching your neck.

"No, sweetest, no I couldn’t”, Taehyung stops you, closing his fingers around your wrist, “not after everything I've done to you."

"This wasn’t your doing", you scoot closer and sit down on his lap, "I trust you."

There is silence between you and him for a few moments, in which you play with his hair and Taehyung is frozen in shock. The anticipation almost kills you. It was just an idea, which had raced through your mind ever since you woke before him. It came to you when you traced the slope of his nose and marvelled at the iciness of his skin. The moment you finally kissed him again, that idea turned into a need.

“So? What do you say?” you ask.

Taehyung looks at your neck, licks over his lips and looks back into your eyes.

“I couldn’t”, he finally says, shaking his head.

“Are you scared that you might hurt me?”

“Yes, I swore to myself that I will never hurt you again”, he swallows, “don’t make me break this promise.”

You rest your forehead against his. Taehyung closes his eyes and sighs. You cup his cheek, caressing his cheekbone.

“I won’t, I’m sorry I suggested it”, you whisper, leaning closer to peck his lips, “it was a really stupid idea of me.”

“It wasn’t stupid, I really want to”, he answers you equally as quiet, leaning closer to leave a chaste kiss on your lips, “the risks are too high however.”

“Yeah I know”, you say, snaking your arms around his body, “it’s alright, I understand.”

“Thank you”, Taehyung murmurs, hugging you tightly, “I appreciate it with all my heart.”

You kiss him again, wanting nothing more than that. Taehyung gasps as if he hadn’t expected the kiss, sighing your name after the initial surprise was replaced by millions of butterflies dancing in his stomach. Now that his skin is so cold, your warm body feels so wonderful under his fingertips. It warms him in ways not even the brightest of fires could.

He wants to sit up, make it easier for you to kiss him. But you don’t let him. He lifted himself nothing more than three inches and then you push at his chest, making his back meet the mattress. Taehyung moans quietly, feeling himself harden in excitement. Oh how he hopes you don’t think him crude to do so.

Your lips abandon his', drawing swirls of adoration all over his features. He feels in paradise. His breath almost hitches when he feels your lips dance over his jawline. Your fingers touch his collarbones, forcing a shiver over his skin. His breath most definitely hitches when he feels your lips on his neck. He can’t even remember the last time someone kissed his neck. Was it four hundred years ago? Maybe even six?

“___, you-“, he has to gasp, “-oh god, continue.”

You kiss him, right where once his pulse was. And although his pulse had vanished a long time ago, right this moment he feels alive. You start sucking on his skin and Taehyung feels his mouth fall open all on its own. He chokes out your name, feeling breathless. He hadn’t felt such pleasure in centuries. The intimacy almost makes him cry.

You release his skin with a quiet moan, raising your head to look at him. You have to swallow when you get a look at his face. Taehyung is blushing, he had never blushed before.

“Darling”, he breathes, chest rising and sinking quickly.

“Shall I continue?”

He nods his head vigorously and rolls it to the side. He closes his eyes and parts his lips, waiting for your kiss with held breath. You touch his neck first, running your fingertips over his porcelain skin. He shivers.

“You’re beautiful”, you whisper and finally, after seconds of unbearable excitement, you kiss his neck.

Taehyung almost cursed at the initial feeling. He feels a rush from your kisses. Warmth. Comfort even. He had craved such comfort for months. Taehyung tries not to concentrate on the tear rolling down his cheek, it would only make him cry that much harder. He feels so unworthy of your comfort. No, not only your comfort, but for your entire being. Why would someone like you, someone so utterly perfect, give someone so cursed like him a second chance? This doesn’t make sense in his troubled mind.

Taehyung feels a tickle on his chest then. You are unbuttoning his shirt, leaving him bare to your hands and eyes. For a moment he felt so terribly shy at the realisation, but then you ran your fingertips up his torso and that coyness laid forgotten, replaced by uncontrollable shivers and a shortage of air.

"My darling Tae", you whisper for no reason except for wanting to remind him that he was yours.

Your lips draw further down his neck. You have had enough of touching his collarbones, you want to kiss them too. First a touch, then a kiss. Taehyung arches into your lips, whimpering. He didn’t even remember how sensitive they were.

First his right collarbone, then his left. Your breath tickles his skin as you move your head. It sends waves of pleasure through his broken body.

"It feels so good", he whispers, voice shaky.

"You deserve it, you deserve every second of it", you whisper, leaving a mark of adoration on his left collarbone. It heals within seconds but the feeling lingers, making Taehyung sigh quietly.

You shimmy down his body so you could kiss his chest. Taehyung groans when your thigh brushes over his swollen length. He feels exposed. Now you know what a crude freak he is. Any moment now and you will call him perverted.

“Tae, darling”, you whisper, grinding your core down over his clothed length just once.

And Taehyung is left gasping for air, twisting the sheets in his hands. You are just as aroused as he is, he could clearly feel your heat and wetness on his skin. Taehyung tries not to concentrate on the second tear rolling down his cheek, it would only make him cry that much harder.

"I missed you, I missed you so fucking much", you press out shakily, kissing his exposed pecs with urgency yet tenderness.

He hadn’t even noticed how much his chest had actually ached those past months until you started kissing and touching it with the gentlest of adoration. Maybe it was the memory of how it felt like when Jungkook held his heart in his hand, maybe it is the memory of the neverending nightmare Namjoon and his creations put him through or maybe it is the grief he still feels for Jimin, but Taehyung had only noticed now how much he was still aching. You heal him in ways nothing else could. Taehyung doesn’t hurt anymore, for the first time in months, he doesn’t hurt.

“Don’t ever stop", he begs.

"I won’t darling, I won’t", you promise him, taking his left nipple into your warm, wet mouth.

Taehyung gasps, pushing your head away on instinct.

"Not a fan?" you ask him.

"Sorry", he presses out and does the unbelievable thing of hiding behind his hand as he flusters, "it surprised me."

You nod your head in understanding, testing the waters by flicking your tongue over his hard nipple instead.

Taehyung drops his hand, flailing it in the air for a second before settling on twisting his own bangs instead.

His reaction gives you enough confidence that you wrap your lips around him again to give him slow sucks.

He moans shakily, placing both of his hands on his pillow to ball them to fists instead. He is so sensitive.

You abandon his left nipple to kiss his right one instead.

"Ah", he lets out, making his fists smaller. If he wouldn’t physically restrain his fingers like that he would actually reach down and push you away. He is not used to offering his body for touches and feeling a warm tongue on his nipple almost overwhelms him.

To his luck - perhaps dismay - you soon abandon his nipples to dance your lips further down his body. You move slowly, following the melody of your sweet sounds. Taehyung loves your voice so much. He had never heard a sound sweeter than that of your voice. Most of the nights in that cold prison cell, he tried to find your voice in the clutter of sounds. Most of the nights he failed, but on the nights when he did manage to locate you, he felt so overwhelmed with emotion that he cried himself to sleep. You told him your little stories about your day and Taehyung sobbed your name. Looking back now, those nights may seem like torture, but back then, those moments were the only thing keeping him sane.

Over his upper stomach you kiss him, following the path your fingers draw. Taehyung moans quietly, arching into you. He doesn’t feel so terribly ashamed doing so, not anymore. Not when he knows that you enjoy this moment just as much as he does. Maybe deep down - and bear in mind Taehyung wouldn’t dare to acknowledge it - he starts to believe that he is worthy of your comfort. But again, Taehyung wouldn’t dare to acknowledge it, so he tries to force it away, tries not to notice it and instead tries to concentrate on your soft lips tickling his lower stomach. The area close to his hip bones has always been especially sensitive. It must have been three hundred years since someone last kissed it in such a beautiful way.

“Oh”, he gasps, forcing his heavy eyes open. Your fingers, hooked in the hem of his pyjama bottoms, called his attention.

“Allow me to taste you”, you whisper, rubbing your legs together in need.

“You don’t have to”, he answers you, wanting to be a gentleman.

“I want to”, you rasp, blinking at him with big puppy eyes.

“Really?”

“Yes”, you look at his constricted cock, basically feeling the pain he must be currently in, “will you grant me this wish?”

“Yes I will”, he is so excited that his voice cracked on the last word.

You send him a quick grin.

“I hope I can satisfy you”, you say, starting to pull his pants down, “given how I am still practically a noob in blowjobs.”

Taehyung has only heard half of what you had told him, the feeling of his length finally being freed, called almost his entire attention. He can feel how he grows into his actual size now that he is standing free. It feels so incredible that he can’t help but purr contently.

Taehyung hears the quiet thud of you throwing his pants aside, then feels your warm hands on his legs. He is so far gone that he allows you to lift his right leg, all he can really concentrate on are your hands on his thigh. Then a kiss on his inner thigh.

Taehyung opens his eyes only to flutter his lids and gasp for air through parted lips.

Another kiss. You are cradling his leg safely, making it rest over your shoulder naturally. You don’t know what you are doing to him right now. He is naked, bared and completely vulnerable in your arms, you could break him with just a flick of your finger and he would crumble to dust. That is how this feels. Complete and utter helplessness and Taehyung feels breathless.

“Taehyung, my darling, you taste so good”, you whisper, picking up his left leg to hug it tightly. You kiss his inner thigh, forcing his fingers to close around the sheets.

He whimpers your name, curling his toes. His heels dig into your back, his back is arched, his skin feels electric. Taehyung doesn’t give up full control. He never did. It was always his desperate attempt to feel as if not everything in his life was controlled by his friends. Control during intimate moments meant that he was strong and that he was still his own person. Not anymore. His control is slipping and he doesn’t even attempt to catch it. He just falls deeper and deeper, thanking you for making the fall so beautiful.

You straighten up slightly, holding his legs so they wouldn’t slip down your arms. They feel cold and yet you don’t want them gone.

Taehyung feels so shy and nervous. He fears that the look of him can’t please you anymore. What if he isn’t what you remembered him to look like? What if you look at him and all you can see is a murderer?

“Good god, look at you”, you say, voice raspy in arousal, “I missed this view so much. You are so nice to look at.”

And Taehyung’s brain completely short circuits. All he can do is make little sounds and squirm for you.

You close your fingers around the base of his cock, gasping at the feeling. He is still cold, but there is a significant difference from the rest of his body. Lukewarm would be the right word here, although lukewarm is a terrible word to use in such a situation. Maybe the warmth of sheets after you got out of them for a few minutes would be a better description for it. You like that type of warmth.

You close the distance between your lips and his length, pressing a kiss on the spot right above your thumb. Taehyung whimpers quietly at the feeling, rolling his heels on your back.

“Is that okay?” you ask shyly.

“Yes”, he answers you, “more.”

The slight hint of a beg, which lingered in his voice, makes you rub your legs together. Fuelled by arousal, you begin kissing up his length with confidence, massaging his thighs as you do. Along the underside of his length until you reach his tip, and then down the right side again. You are watching his every change in expression. It must be enjoyable for him, judging by his agape mouth and burning cheeks.

Up the underside of his cock your lips go again, then down his left side. Taehyung furrows his brows and mewls softly.

Down you go to do the one thing you actually tried before and liked.

One flick of your tongue.

Taehyung tenses up and pushes you away. Your eyes meet. He looks flabbergasted.

"Sorry. Too far?"

He hides his lips behind his balled fists, widening his eyes cutely. His hips chase you, his thighs tense.

"Or not?"

He lowers his eyes, having to close them in shyness. His shoulders rise to his ears. He giggles nervously.

"I see", you say and give his inner thigh a little kiss, "relax darling, there's nothing to be shy about. I’m here to take care of you."

You wrap your arms around his thighs and lift his hips so you can reach him better. He tenses at the first flick of your tongue, tightening his fists and furrowing his brows.

This feels so good.

There is only one single thought in his mind and it is repeating itself over and over again as your warm tongue tastes him.

He is so cold, but oh so soft. You wonder just how wonderful he must feel once he has tasted some blood, for he is already addicting right now. Oh, you love this so much.

You moan deliciously, giving his thighs a good squeeze as your tongue grinds against his hole greedily.

Taehyung drops his head, opening his fists just to press his palms against his forehead instead. He lets out a shuddering breath, the kind which shakes his entire body. When was the last time he did that? Did he ever do that? He can’t remember, but even if he did, the result would be the same. This right here feels like you are the first person to ever touch him there.

"Do you like it?" you ask him, giving him a hard time answering you by going down on him a second time. Slow yet so mind numbingly good.

"Don't stop…" he manages to get out before he has to gasp for air.

"Mhhm", your voice vibrates against him, forcing him to twitch needily, "darling."

You abandon one of his thighs just to touch his cock instead. You concentrate your touches on his tip, rolling your thumb over his frenulum while your fingers massage his wet tip.

"Ah-ah", Taehyung let's out, spilling new droplets of his pleasure over your fingers.

He is grateful that you can’t read his thoughts because all he can think about is how embarrassed he is for how close to his climax you already brought him. Taehyung is really proud of his capability to stay hard for hours on end if that is what is asked of him and yet right now he feels like a complete beginner.

You break away for a moment of breath, making him gasp in relief.

"Thank you…"

"For what?" you ask him, making him realise that he said the words out loud.

He blushes vividly, hiding his face behind his hands. With sparkling eyes you run your fingers over his tip, watching him throb and feeling him tense. He gasps, fingers twitching desperately.

"Is my darling close?" you taunt.

He mewls, nodding his head. Oh, he is so embarrassed. It is not uncomfortable however, because you make him feel so good about it.

"That's so cute", you coo, connecting your lips with his balls to kiss your way up his cock. You caress his thighs as you go, enjoying the feeling of his soft skin.

Taehyung gasps for air with each kiss, burning up. One last kiss, then you finally stop and flick your tongue over his frenulum.

Taehyung moans, head rolling to the side. Holy fuck. He can’t help but curse. This feels so good. Oh Taehyung is struggling with keeping his climax at bay.

Your tongue swirls over his tip, making his toes curl. You are so hot on his skin. Perhaps the play with temperature is what brings him close to his limits as well. Oh, it feels so good.

The swirling stops, you give him slow sucks instead.

"Ah ___", Taehyung arches his back, making his legs slip down from your shoulders. You catch them safely, resting them around your waist instead.

Your hands fall on his hips, fingers caress his skin. Taehyung gasps and moans. Or perhaps it is your comfort, which he had craved so much, that gives him a glimpse of his nirvana.

You take more of him into your mouth, sucking hesitantly. Taehyung gasps and quivers. You take in more and more, careful not to use your teeth too much. You always heard that it’s a little uncomfortable for men if someone uses too much teeth. Your hand glides over the parts you can’t fit into your mouth.

Taehyung moans, nose scrunching up, "it feels so good", he keens, gasping for air the moment he feels your fingers on his hole. You give him slow circles, timing them with the movement of your lips.

He throbs in your mouth, tenses under your fingertips. A shake of his limbs and he is completely yours.

"Please Empress, don’t stop", he begs, voice high-pitched.

Empress.

The titel sits in the room confidently, filling the air around you with its presence. Taehyung isn’t aware that he said it, but you heard it. And it fuels you.

"Say it again", you order, having to fight the urge to devour him whole. He is wonderful right now.

"Empress", he whispers, having to make a cute squeak as he gulps heavily.

"Taehyung", you moan, welcoming him with an eager tongue.

This is so hot, you think as you drink in his expressions. You start bopping your head up and down, sucking on his length the entire time. All while your fingers are applying the softest of pressure on his rim, giving him a glimpse of just what they could do to him with eager circles and the occasional push. All there was missing was the lube, its absence feeds the sweetest of desires to Taehyung's thoughts.

"Empress please", he croaks, squirming when you slip off of him.

"What is it, sweet Tae?"

"One finger, just one please", he begs.

You grin triumphantly.

"Of course, everything for my sweetheart."

Taehyung watches you as you cover your finger in your spit, holding his breath the second he feels it against his rim.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Say it properly.”

“Yes…Empress”, he whispers shyly.

“That’s it, such a good sweetheart for me.”

You push softly, keeping your eyes locked on him. He opens up after a moment of struggle, tensing around your digit. You push again, watching with a tingling stomach as he swallows you up. Oh how pretty his hole looks with your finger stretching it out. He feels so good too. Tight and just slightly warmer than the rest of his body. Oh truly, how tight he is, it makes you wonder just how long you would have to play with him to get him to the point of where he can take your entire hand. You believe it to be a very long time, a time well spent…

Taehyung makes a sound, calling your attention.

Your eyes flit up, meeting the desperation in his glassy eyes. He is panting for air. His arms are shaking in an attempt to keep him straightened up. His tummy is moving up and down quickly with every breath he takes. He looks so handsome with his shirt still sitting on his shoulders and hugging his arms, framing his naked torso with its ivory fabric.

"Does it hurt?" you ask him.

He shakes his head, reaching for your head. He pats it awkwardly in search for more support until he finds it and can finally push you closer to his length.

You chuckle at his eagerness, “so bossy”, you taunt, curling your finger. Taehyung stops pushing you, dropping on the mattress just to squirm.

"Oh god", he presses out, falling further down whatever cliff you pushed him off. He is falling and falling and falling some more. And he loves it, thanking you with a high-pitched moan as take him back into your mouth and curl your finger.

“Ah, ah, oh god, ah”, he moans, grasping the pillowedge with trembling fingers. He doesn’t quite know what exactly he is trying to achieve, but he knows that he needs to hold onto something. Just something that prevents him from completely crumbling in your merciful hands.

You sink down further, moaning in bliss when he hits the back of your throat.

Taehyung mewls and starts speaking in a language foreign to your ears. All you can get out is that he desperately wants something from you. You let go of him.

“I’m sorry?” you ask.

“You feel so good”, he pants, fingers desperately searching for something, “hold my hand, please. Please hold my hand.”

You intertwine your fingers with his in an instant and Taehyung chokes out foreign words, you assume to be thank you. And as he continues chanting the four syllables you take him into your mouth again, pressing down on his sweet spot.

Taehyung chokes on the second syllable, “-oh, ah, ___”, he moans, squeezing your hand.

There is a certain saltiness lingering on your tongue. It wasn’t there before. You suck harder, wanting more of it and Taehyung is happy to give it to you with a desperate roll of his hips. He squeezes your hand even tighter, babbling words in his foreign language in an almost cutely pitched voice. He is even tighter than he already is, warm walls convulsing around your digits and forcing his moans to grow in volume. You know it is because he is close and the thought consumes you.

You never tasted a man’s orgasm before, but in this moment you are gluttonous for it.

“Cum in my mouth, sweet Tae”, you say, continuing with your movements afterwards. Eager sucks, skilled curls of your finger. You want him to lose himself, to let go of all the pressure in his chest and to finally allow himself to float again. You need it. You crave it.

Every fibre in his body tightens. The praises, which he had choked out before, die down in his chest. He tightens his fingers. Your name is all he can say and then his climax washes over him. Taehyung’s back arches off the mattress, his face scrunches up, only gurgled sounds come out of him. This is the best he has felt in months. It overwhelms him to the point that he cries out for you, soiling his cheeks with his tears.

You swallow everything he has to offer, surprised by how sweet he tastes. Your hand aches for he squeezes around you quite harshly. Your finger is getting squeezed so terribly much that moving it becomes impossible. Somehow it feels as if his cock grew bigger too just to give you an experience unforgettable.

Taehyung quakes one last time, assumingly cursing in his foreign language just once and then his body collapses with the mattress.

“Oh god”, he presses out and sobs.

You slip off of him, wiping your mouth. Taehyung doesn’t let go of your hand, holding it the entire time as he is trying to catch his breath while at the same time crying audibly.

“Hey my darling”, you gasp, stumbling to your knees just to have a better view of his face, “what’s wrong?”

Taehyung coughs and sobs miserably, begging for your hug with shaking hands.

“Oh Tae”, you whisper, picking him up just to cradle him in your safe arms. His face is buried in your chest, his arms barely find the strength to close around you while at the same time holding you desperately.

“Darling…” he wails.

“Hush, it’s okay. It’s okay sweet Tae. It’s okay”, you soothe him, rocking your bodies from side to side while kissing the crown of his head repeatedly. You know what this is. The breaking point. The emotional catalyst to let go of his burdens. This is all he needed and now you have to make sure that he gets through the hardest part safely.

Oh, you do it gladly. You want this for him. That freedom which comes after the crying. Breathing easier. Feeling lighter. Barely keeping your eyes open, but it feels good because in this moment nothing hurts you anymore.

Taehyung lifts his head once he stopped crying. He can barely keep his eyes open, but still wants to look at you.

You give him a reassuring smile, cleaning the tears of his lashes and cheeks.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers.

“Don’t be.”

“I’m trying to be the, the same but it’s so h-hard”, he confesses with the first indicator of tears in his voice.

“Taehyung, you went through a lot. I don’t expect you to be the same.”

“I feel so weak.”

“You are not weak”, you assure him, “come lie down.”

Taehyung allows you to place his head in the pillows and for your fingers to close his shirt again so he would stay warm. You touch his face afterwards, running your healing fingers over his features and through his hair.

“You went through traumatic experiences, you are grieving and you are still plagued with misplaced guilt. Sweet Tae, it is only natural that you feel weak and frail right now. But that’s okay, because you have me and I can be your strength until you find yours again.”

His lower lip trembles, “what if, if the day never comes? I don’t want to burden you.”

“You don’t burden me.”

“But I-“

“Tae”, you interrupt him, “a burden is something you are forced to carry. Well darling, I chose to carry your struggles. You are no burden, darling.”

He gives you the saddest pout you have ever seen, eyes filling with new tears.

“Oh sweet Tae”, you whisper, kissing his trembling lips before they can produce a sob.

They produce it either way, kissing you back despite wanting to tremble.

“Thank you”, he chokes out, cradling your cheeks in his tender fingers, “I’m so unworth-”

You silence him before he can finish his sentence, kissing him deeply. So deeply in fact that Taehyung is forced to feel worthy of the kiss. It is hard at first, but gets easier when you intertwine your fingers with his and guide his arms above his head, using the new position to lower yourself to your elbows, caging in his head.

The kiss breaks. Taehyung can’t close his mouth, looking at you with glassy yet lovedrunk eyes.

“You’re my sweet Tae and I won’t accept this self-deprecating talk.”

He gasps when you move closer to kiss his forehead.

“You’re my sweetest, most lovely Tae. Hear me?”

You lift your head.

“Do you hear me, Taetae?” you ask in a soft voice.

He nods his head, finally closing his mouth just to part his lips in awe again.

“Good boy.”

“Oh”, he widens his eyes, letting out an honest and beyond shy giggle.

You smile fondly and make yourself comfortable next to him, snuggling into his side. Your intertwined hands rest on his stomach, you still keep yourself propped up on one elbow so you can look at his face.

“So did you like what I did?”

“Yes”, he answers you.

"Gosh I'm glad", you say, nuzzling your nose against his neck, "did I use too much teeth?"

"No darling, you were perfect", he assures you, melting under your kisses once again.

"Yeah?" you giggle happily, "thank you."

Taehyung hums and places his hand on the back of your head, playing with your hair lazily.

"Did you also like the thing I did with your ass?"

"Yes, I loved it."

You giggle, "I'll try it with lube next time, so I can actually move back and forth without hurting you. Trust me, I'm an expert in having my fingers in butts these days."

Taehyung chuckles, "really? you'll have to tell me about that one day."

"Mh-hm okay. Not today though, it’s just you and I today", you kiss his neck one last time and then you lift your head to gaze at his face.

Your eyes meet. There is so much warmth on his face. It makes you feel all fuzzy too. You let go of his hand to run your fingers over his torso.

“In what language were you speaking? It sounded beautiful”, you ask him, dancing your fingers over his chest.

“My mother tongue.”

“What’s your mother tongue?”

“I come from a place, which was once called Goryeo.”

“Goryeo”, you repeat, “isn’t that the old name for Korea?” you ask.

Taehyung widens his eyes in surprise.

“You know my home?”

“Of course I do”, you chuckle.

“Have you ever been to Goryeo? Do you know if it is still as beautiful as it was back then?” he asks, sitting up.

“I haven’t been to Korea yet, I’m sorry”, you say and study his face, “when was the last time you were home?”

“1347.”

“What?” your eyes are almost falling out of your sockets at his confession, “are you serious?”

He furrows his brows and nods his head, “yes.”

“Okay damn”, you have to lie down, “well that is a mighty long time not to be home.”

Taehyung props himself up on his elbow, eyes racing over your features. You turn your head to him.

“Do you miss it?”

He nods his head.

“So why do you not want to go back to it? You could do so easily with planes and everything.”

“Because I am frightened that if I do, I won’t be able to recognize it.”

He rests his head on your chest, placing his hand on your shoulder. He needs the comfort. The coldness of his body creeps through your thin pajamas and yet you don’t want to tell him to get off. Not when his gesture made your heart feel so good in your chest.

“I understand what you mean”, you start playing with his hair, “I would love to tell you that properly nothing has changed, but that would be the biggest lie I’d ever tell.”

“I know”, he whispers, hugging you. He hides his face in your chest, listening to your heartbeat to soothe himself.

“I’m sorry Tae, really. I can imagine how hard this must be for you”, you say, aching for him.

Taehyung throws his leg over yours and melts closer.

“Thank you”, he breathes.

You hum in answer and continue running your fingers through his soft hair. You feel so sad for him. You have been living in this town for not even a year and you miss your hometown and family so much that it hurts. Taehyung hasn’t seen his home in almost eight hundred years and even if he returns to it, he will do so with the knowledge that all of his family is dead. It makes you sad to imagine.

“I can be your family, you know?”

“What?” he gasps, lifting his head to show you his flabbergasted face.

“I know how lonely it must be to not have anyone you can call family, so if you want to have me as family I can be that.”

Taehyung blinks rapidly, biting down on his lower lip to prevent it from trembling. He nods his head vigorously, pressing out a soft “mh-hm.”

“Okay, then we are family from now on”, you say and pull him into a forehead kiss.

Taehyung cups your cheeks with desperate fingers, exhaling shakily.

“Family”, he whispers.

“Family”, you promise.

Taehyung settles back on your chest, forcing a soft gasp out of you.

“What’s the matter? You are shivering oh so much all of a sudden”, he asks, raising his head. The worry almost swallows all of the adoration.

“Ah, that. I’m fine sorry I just startled because you’re just so cold”, you confess, lowering your eyes, “sorry, I know it’s not your fault.”

The adoration gets swallowed, the worry spreads over his other features as well.

“Oh how unfair I am, aren’t I?” he murmurs, fumbling with the collar of your shirt mindlessly, “while I am basking in your warmth, you are condemned to suffer in the coldness of my skin.”

“Ah, it’s really not that bad”, you try to assure him.

“No, sweetest”, he scoots up your body so you are face to face, “tell me what can I do to make my touch bearable for you? Shall I take a hot shower? Shall I bring you a blanket? Tell me, I will do everything.”

Your eyes flit to his lips.

“You know what you can do”, you whisper, meeting his gaze. You reach out and outline his lips.

Taehyung inhales shakily.

“___ I told you…”

“I know, but what if you do it really gently?” you touch his neck, “just like that one time you kissed my neck in the rain. I really liked what you did back then.”

Taehyung cups your cheek, fingers resting on your neck.

“Even if I did, sweetest do you even know the weight of your commitment? Sharing your blood willingly, it-“, he needs to take a deep breath, “-it is an act so intimate, some of my kind even see it as a promise of love.”

“A promise of love?”

He nods, “I couldn’t ask you for such a thing.”

“Do you see it as a promise of love?”

Taehyung closes his mouth and looks into your eyes. He frowns, clearly not wanting to answer you. But his silence was answer enough for you.

“Well, then I know the weight of my commitment and I am willing to carry it.”

Taehyung blinks rapidly, but he can’t stop his eyes from filling with tears.

“Darling”, he chokes out and then he hiccups a sob. He shakes his head, “no, d-don’t say such a thing, n-not to m-me.”

“Yes, to you”, you insist, “and you know why?”

He shakes his head. You brush his tears away.

“Because giving you a promise of love sounds quite lovely to me”, you send him a smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”, you brush your thumb over his lips, “I normally don’t call people darling. And I…” you pull the pendant of your necklace free, revealing the tear veil to his eyes, “…don’t carry your blood around for nothing. This right here means everything to me.”

“Fuck”, he chokes out. And as love, so strong it hurts, fills his chest, Taehyung can’t stop himself from rolling on top of you so he could hug you close. You hug him back in an instant.

“I will do it”, he says, resting his forehead against yours, “and I’ll try to be the gentlest I can be.”

“Really?” you gasp, lips curling into a smile, “darling, thank you.”

He kisses you, unable to bear the yearning any longer. His kiss is so deep, you feel yourself get lost in it. And quite frankly you hope to never find your way back again. Getting lost is nice if it is with Taehyung.

Taehyung swears to himself, as he feels himself get lost as well, to use the opportunity to explore your body. And as he undresses you, the excitement to feel his skin on yours is unbearable. And as he takes off your pants and runs his finger up your thigh, you think how peculiar it is that undressing you was an unspoken desire between you and him. The kiss breaks, although neither one of you pull away.

“Allow me to make love to you as I do it”, he whispers. He leaves goosebumps in his wake, feeling every shiver his touches tickle out of you. Your breath hitches when he touches your hip. You arch it up into his touch.

“Please do”, you say, feeling light headed.

“This is going to feel cold”, he warns, dancing his fingers closer to your core.

“I know it’s ok- oh”, you gasp, flinching in surprise at the first touch, “oh, that is”, you murmur, basking in the way his finger is so cold on your skin and yet his touch feels so amazing.

“Shall I stop?”

“No, it’s good.”

You and him both know that you don’t need the touch. You are soaking his fingers in excitement. Taehyung likes touching you however and you in return love it when he touches you. Taehyung slips two of his fingers inside of you, rolling his thumb over your clit. You clench around his cold digits, every nerve ending of yours is tingling in sensitivity. The difference in temperature is surprisingly and brain scramblingly good.

Taehyung kisses you, tasting the moan on your tongue. This is how he is destined to touch you. No cruelty or violence, just tenderness. It is quite peculiar, he thinks. He knows that you are floating on pleasure right now and that you feel good. And yet he can’t stop himself from thinking back to the night Jimin forced him to turn his emotions off.

Taehyung curls his fingers inside of you, swallowing the gasp you let out. Your fingers grab his shoulders, you are clenching around him.

If he could go back in time he would do everything differently. He should have just pretended, he should have just acted as if he had his emotions off and then in a moment of inattentiveness on Jimin's side, he should have struck him down. It would have saved his best friend's life too.

Taehyung deepens the kiss just as he started drawing figures of eights on your swollen clit. You mewl most deliciously, pulling him in closer.

He could have locked Jimin up somewhere and then he could have tried to make his best friend see how beautiful life can be if he turned his emotions on. Oh, if only he could go back in time, he would do everything differently.

You twist your fingers in his hair and moan, feeling like exploding would be the only option right now. His cold fingers made you so sensitive, it is maddening really.

“Tae”, you murmur, kissing him sloppily afterwards.

“Yeah?” he answers you, letting you lick into his mouth.

“Give me your cock.”

Taehyung groans. Your words finally pulled him back to reality.

“I love it when you talk like this”, he rasps, pulling his fingers out of you.

You pull him closer as an unbearable emptiness courses through your core.

“Taehyung, darling. I need you.”

“Okay”, he whispers, reaching between your bodies.

“Oh”, you gasp. Your core was so used to the iciness of his fingers that the warmth of his length felt like fire for a second. You soak his tip with new excitement, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

“You’re so wet”, he breathes, “oh sweetest, this is incredible.”

Not being able to handle the desire any longer, he finally puts pressure on your entrance, slipping right in. You and him moan and stumble into a messy kiss. There is no other way to reconnect again then getting lost in a kiss and holding each other close. Not after all those months apart. Reconnecting feels like finding your purpose again and Taehyung would agree.

The moment he is buried inside of you in his entirety, he starts moving, rocking himself back and forth slowly. The kiss breaks, the feeling is just too good. You are gasping for air, Taehyung is close to choking.

“Sweetest, oh sweetest, oh darling”, he murmurs, eyes closed in bliss.

Your own threaten to close. You really want to close them, but gosh missing out on his face would be torture. You reach up and cup his cheek.

“Don’t stop”, you breathe, pulling him close until his forehead rests against yours.

Taehyung's hips falter at the new closeness, his strong forearm cradles you. Once he finds his composure again, his movements are just that much deeper. Not fast, not aggressive, just deep and slow strokes, the kind that make you feel every inch of him.

"Draw me in darling", he whispers, "pull me closer."

You close your legs around his middle, gasping when the new position makes his pubic bone rub against your clit with every roll of his hips.

“Oh Tae, oh god”, you moan, hand falling from his face to feel for his wrist instead. You close your eyes at the same time as you close your fingers around his wrist.

“Are you feeling good?” he asks breathlessly, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He pins your arm slightly above your head, pressing you closer with his other arm.

“I feel good, oh god, so good”, you answer him.

Taehyung has to look at you. You are so beautiful. Taehyung feels his heart swell in his chest. This is it. This is the moment he feels the most alive.

“Shall I start?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yes, I’m ready”, you sigh, rolling your head to the side.

“Oh darling, I-“, he gives your hand a squeeze, “I love you.”

If he wasn’t making love to you in such breathtaking ways, you would have started to cry. He loves you. It makes you feel happy to the point of passing out. You want to say it back, but before you can, Taehyung connects his lips with your neck. He whimpers as he does, hugging you closer. His hips continue their movements, his fingers squeeze your hand. Another kiss, you sigh. Your heart begins to race, breathing gets more difficult.

“Tell me the moment it feels uncomfortable”, he whispers.

“I will”, you answer him, needing all of your concentration not to orgasm from the pure excitement you are feeling.

Taehyung kisses you again, hugging you closer. He can feel your blood rush against his lips. It forces his fangs to the light. You squeak and squeeze his hand. You can feel them when he is kissing your neck, they leave a little tickle in their way.

“Shall I stop?” he asks when he hears how your heart jumped in your chest.

“No”, you choke out, “continue.”

It is quite ironic, you think. You wanted this so bad and now all you can think about is the feeling of their fangs digging into your neck. How the pain was like nothing else you had ever felt, how it made you wish for death to take you quicker. Will Taehyung's bite feel just like that?

Taehyung licks over your neck and kisses it afterwards. Your breath hitches, fingers becoming clammy on his back. Was this a bad idea?

“Are you close?” he asks you, circling his hips. It makes you mewl. The worries stop, pleasure washes them away.

“Ah, oh! Yeah”, you moan, painfully aware again of how close to your orgasm you actually are.

“Good”, he rasps, “I want you to climax when I dig my fangs into you”, he kisses your neck, dragging his fangs over your skin gently.

You shiver and moan.

“Can you do that for me, sweetest?”

“Y-yes”, you choke out, digging your nails into his back.

Taehyung drags his nose up your neck, growling as he does. Your smell is intoxicating.

“Show me, darling”, he rasps, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, “show me how good you can shake for me", he says, grinding down on you.

“Taehyung, oh Tae, Tae. Tae!” your voice turns gradually more high-pitched, breathing gets harder. Your stomach tightens, so do your fingers around his hand.

“Cum for me”, he orders in a desperate rasp, lips pressed to your neck.

“Yes!” you yelp as your orgasm hits you. You are quaking with every inch of your body.

Then it comes. A little sting, as if someone pinched your skin. Nothing more, just a little pinch and then unbearable warmth fills you.

“Oh my god Taehyung”, you choke out, shaking underneath him, “fuck, so good.”

Taehyung groans and growls, ripping his eyes open in shock. He has never tasted blood so magnificent before. His eyes become pitch black before they gain their signature ruby glow. He couldn't stop that reaction. He grunts and squeezes your hand, sucking on the little puncture wounds more eagerly. Like sweet nectar your blood runs down his throat.

He fucks into you desperately, swallowing your blood eagerly. You can feel how his body warms up in your fingers. The new warmth and his movements are too much.

“Tae, Tae, I-“, you sob in pleasure, “I’m gonna cum again.”

Maybe it is just your head going a little dizzy, but your second high feels even more intense than the first one, literally knocking the air out of your lungs. You are squeezing so much around him that Taehyung stumbles over the edge as well, growling as he does.

Taehyung lets go of your neck, licking over your wounds for the rest of your shared highs. He is quite proud of himself. He punctured you on the perfect spot to prevent too much blood spill. Just a few licks and flicks of his tongue and all there is left is the hickey he decorated your skin with. And two little red dots, which, now that he was looking at them, are the most beautiful artwork he has ever created.

You slack against the mattress, lips curling into a smile immediately.

“Wow, damn”, you say, catching your breath.

You move your head, surprised when you don’t feel any pain. You open your eyes, coming face to face with his true form. His lips are tinted scarlet red and although his eyes are glowing ruby, there was so much adoration in them that it was as if he was simply your Taehyung.

“How was it?” he asks you, caressing your cheek.

“Incredible”, you answer him, smile growing.

Taehyung morphs back into his human form, smiling brightly.

“Did it hurt?”

“No”, you shake your head, “it felt like this”, you say and pinch the skin of his neck.

He gasps and giggles afterwards.

“Yeah? Oh my sweetest, I am so happy”, he says, scooping you up in his arms and rolling onto his side.

You squeak and giggle, accepting your fate of getting squished against his terribly warm body. You close your eyes and hug his middle.

“I’m happy too”, you whisper, "we could do this again someday."

"Yes", he agrees, stomach tingling in happiness.

"Good then it’s agreed upon. I get to finger your butt and you can bite my neck again."

Taehyung laughs, "yes okay."

"Taehyung, darling you-", you look up at him, "-you told me that you love me."

He smiles lazily, "I did."

"Well, I love you too", you say, giggling happily as you nuzzle your face into his chest. Maybe your ears had played a trick on you, but for a moment there it sounded as if his heart raced in his chest.

"Oh, sweetest ___", he whispers before he squeezes the life out of you, giggling happily as he does.

"Ah Tae", you say, laughing all goofily, "I can’t breathe."

"I apologize", he says and loosens his arms a little, "I was just so overwhelmed with happiness, I lost control over my strength for a moment."

You shimmy up his body, sending him a bright grin.

"It's alright, it didn’t hurt", you assure him, drawing in to kiss his lips. He sighs, eyes fluttering closed in an instant.

You place a kiss on his cheek next, giggling as you do. Taehyung answers you in a hum and a shiver when the next place you kiss is his neck. You bite down softly, hearing him gasp, before pulling back.

He opens his eyes slowly, they are sparkling with their pupils dilated slightly.

“What was that for?” he asks breathlessly.

"Just wanted to test how it feels like to bite a neck."

He lets out a disbelieved laugh, having to gasp a second later when you bite him a second time.

"That was because I think you deserve many kisses and cuddles for being so awesome”, you say.

He scrunches his nose up and giggles.

“Don’t say that”, he murmurs with his voice slightly pitched.

“Why not?”

“Because it is my task to fluster you.”

You snort, “and you think this will stop me from making it my task to fluster you back?”

He lowers his eyes, “gosh my sweetest, you will be able to make my heart race if you keep this up.”

You kiss his cheek, “good to know”, you tease and pull back.

He looks into your eyes, looking so flustered that you can’t help but cackle in mischief.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustering”, you tease him.

That makes Taehyung furrow his brows and pout. For only a second because then he already smiles, attacking you with a strong bear hug. The kind that makes you fall back and allows him to roll on top of you.

He purrs, attacking your neck with kisses and little bites all whilst tickling you with his hair. You squeak and giggle.

Taehyung purrs cutely and slows down, now making sure to take care of your bite marks with tender lips.

You feel so dizzy. Now that you have Taehyung to warm you again, you want nothing more than for time to never pass again. You sigh, squeezing him as you do.

“Are you enjoying this, my sweetest?” he asks you, breaking his lips away from your neck.

He had been kissing it until his bite mark was soothed and your neck smelled of him again, holding you close with his arms the entire time.

“Mhhm-hm, I’m so sleepy”, you mumble, cheek squished against the pillow.

“Yes? You can sleep if you want to. I will keep you safe”, he says softly, running his fingers along your spine.

“Don’t want to leave you however”, you answer him, “wanna stay awake for as long as possible.”

Taehyung laughs softly, caressing your lower back with tender touches.

“You speak of fighting sleep. My darling, I will be with you even when you are fast asleep.”

“You’re so cheesy sometimes”, you mumble and smile tiredly, “I like this so much about you.”

“Yes? I like you too”, he answers you, returning to his place on your neck.

You sigh and part your lips. You can feel his teeth grace your skin. His fangs were out, but he made sure not to pierce you. He just merely felt too tired to hide them from you, knowing very well that he was allowed to be himself with you.

“Are you still hungry?” you ask him.

“Should I hide them?”

“No”, you roll your head to the side, “you can feed if you want to.”

“It’s alright, I don’t want to right now”, he assures you, basking in your scent, “you smell so mellifluous however.”

He kisses you and purrs quietly. You shiver all the way from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes.

“This will end won’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“When you turn me and I become one of you, you won’t be able to feed from me anymore. Will you?”

Your eyes meet.

“When?”

“Or if, I don’t know”, you swallow nervously, “but this will stop, won’t it? You won’t want me that much anymore.”

Taehyung’s eyes soften.

“My sweetest darling…” he breathes, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, “I will go crazy over you no matter if you are human or vampire. And besides, your blood may not be able to nourish me as well anymore, but it will still taste as sweet and addicting to me.”

“So it’s possible that you guys can drink from one another?”

“It is forbidden in our community, but yes in theory a vampire could live off the blood of another vampire.”

“Why is it forbidden?”

“Well, are humans allowed to eat other humans?”

“You got a point”, you mumble and laugh quietly, “I could have figured.”

Taehyung pinches the tip of your nose softly and leans down to kiss it. He kisses your lips then, before he returns to his favourite spot, your neck.

“Don’t worry your mind my darling, I will love you, and want you, no matter what you choose to be”, he whispers, “you won’t get rid of me that easily, I’m like a tick. I’ll stick to you”, he adds in a chuckle and pinches your sides.

You squeak, writhing away from him with a nervous laugh.

“Don’t tickle me, I hate that”, you whine.

Taehyung doesn’t care, pinning you down with his weight and tickling your sides.

“Tae stooop”, you laugh, fighting him off with all you got.

“You’re so cute”, he chuckles, pinning your arms above your head to tickle your terribly sensitive pits.

You squeak, laughter turning crazy.

“Please Imma choke”, you wheeze.

Taehyung smiles, “Well I-“

His hands stop moving. He falls quiet. You peel your eyes open, wanting to pout at him for being so mean, but ending up studying his features in worry.

“Taehyung, what is it? Why did you stop?"

“You are just so beautiful", he whispers, voice soaked in adoration.

He makes you smile and kiss him back as he steals one of your favourite things from you.

“I love you Taehyung”, you whisper into the kiss.

You feel him smile against your lips and his fingertips dance down your cheek.

“I love you too ___.”

“We will be together from now”, there was just a slight question in that statement.

“We will”, he answers you and you know it to be his most confident of truths.

“Good, that is good to hear”, you say, settling in his arms.

Taehyung hugs you tightly and you feel yourself smiling.

"I’m so sleepy", you murmur, rubbing your cheek on his arm

Taehyung kisses the top of your head and inhales deeply.

"Me too", he whispers, rolling onto his side.

You cuddle into his chest, Taehyung buries his nose in your hair. His lips are leaving little kisses on your forehead, your own peck his chest repeatedly.

"Want to nap?"

"Yes, I'd love that."

And as outside the white flowers of winter fall down on the earth, you and him get lost in a deep and happy slumber. Maybe once you open your eyes again, the world will already be blooming white for you and him.

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virgin killer satan virgin killer satan VIRGIN KILLER SATAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i hear you loud and clear my love 😏

warnings: smut, virgin!reader, daddy kink, the pet names 'kitten' and 'kitty' used constantly, female!reader

"You're a virgin?"

The question is inevitable and it has been asked on more than one occasion, but you suppress a cringe and nod, looking away with flushed cheeks.

"I... I hope you're okay with that."

"It's not a problem at all kitten." He assured you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him so he was sandwiched between you and the sofa, "My only question is whether or not you'd like to lose it to me."

You bit your lip, hiding your rosy cheeks in his shoulder.

"No need to be shy kitty. Take all the time you need to decide."

You sit up, making sure your clothed heat was pressed snugly against the slight bulge in his slacks and grind down, meeting his emerald gaze as confidently as you could.

His hands snapped to your hips, controlling your pace against his hips, lashes fluttering as he stared up at you hungrily.

Before you could register what was going on, the Avatar of Wrath had flipped you so you were caged beneath him on the sofa, but the steady grind of your hips against his own continued.

Satan leaned down to kiss you like he had so many times before, but these kisses were more desperate, more famished, and so full of need he could see it nearly overflowing out of your sensitive little frame.

"Someone's rather needy, wouldn't you say?" He laughed softly, pulling away from you so he could grind against your ever-dampening cunt with a bit more precision, "So sensitive too... You're such a cute, innocent little kitty. I can't wait to ruin you."

You whimper as the blonde helps you out of your uniform, tossing the blazer, shirt, and pleated skirt to the side so he could visually devour your sweet curves and edges before they were defiled forever by him and him only.

"You're so pretty," He murmured between kisses, hands beginning to explore your body, squeezing and caressing you until one hand gripped your throat; angling your face up to meet his own and the other holding one of your wrists down and away from his clothed cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, impatiently straining against its confines and hoping to be freed.

"Yeah," You huffed, free hand tugging at his clothes, "You're pretty too so take your fucking clothes off to, ya prick."

Satan pressed his bulge harshly against the bit of fabric concealing your drenched slit and you whined, bucking your hips against him; clit aching with need.

"Don't speak to be like that kitty, or I promise you'll regret it." He warned, squeezing your throat a bit.

You giggled, sighing contentedly as Satan began to undress until he was nude except for the gray boxers concealing his length from your hungry gaze.

"Gotta prep you first," he smirked, tugging off the lacy panties you and Asmo had purchased a few weeks ago, "I want you to be as comfortable as possible, okay kitty?"

You nod, suddenly a bit shy as his nimble fingers traced down your heaving chest and tummy before sneaking between your thighs and rubbing at your sopping folds.

"So wet kitty, I wonder how this happened? Are... Are you excited? Aww, is my precious girl ready to be stuffed with her daddy's cock? Be honest, kitty."

You blushed fiercely as Satan leaned down, still smirking, but softer this time.

Two of his fingers slowly entered you and you had to suppress a gasp.

No doubt you had tried to finger yourself before, but your tiny hands were no match for the sheer depth and width of the ones gently pumping inside your cunt.

You gripped his arm, aroused whimpers pushing past your lips as he began to increase the pace; eyes concentrated on your face, gauging your reactions and doing his best to draw moans from your throat.

"Tell me sweet girl, have you even cum before? Can your little human hands make you feel good like mine do?"

You were panting now, eyebrows knit together as you felt something inside you, something you had never been able to do by yourself, and it was approaching rapidly.

"N-No! No no... Oh, d-daddy, f-feels good!"

You arch your back and try to buck your hips away from the hands working your sloppy cunt, but Satan's strength keeps you from wriggling away.

You stutter over your moans, gripping his arms and twitching as a wonderful feeling, like fireworks, came over you, so euphoric and warm, you began to cry.

Not a lot, but just enough of a sob and a sniffle for Satan to worry.

"Too much? Oh kitty, don't cry... Tell me what's wrong." He hummed, thumbing away the tears from your leaking eyes.

"That... That's felt really nice!" You giggle through your tears, "I d-don't know why I'm crying Satan, but I liked that."

Your pretty smile was contagious...

"I'm glad it felt good," He nuzzled his nose against your own, carding his hand through your hair, "Do you want me to do that again, or do you want to keep going? It's up to you."

You adjusted your trembling legs beneath him and pulled him down for a kiss, before saying, "I'd like to continue and I think you'd like to as well."

Satan smiled, "If you aren't 100% sure about this, we won't go any further. I don't care how hard I am kitty, I don't want to if you're not ready."

"I am ready. I trust you Satan and nothing would make me happier than being able to do this with you."

You pushed some of the straw-colored locks back from where they hung in his eyes and pulled him down for another kiss while Satan tugged his boxers off.

Something prodded your silky folds, causing a whimper to slip from your throat.

"This is okay? You're sure?"

You take a deep breath and consent with a "yes."

Satan intertwines his fingers with your own, simultaneously lining himself up with your entrance. He spat on the widest part of his cock, using a mixture of that and your slick to lubricate his length before pressing his hips forward as slowly and gently as possible.

You squeeze his hand and he pauses, eyes flitting to yours for a moment to check for any signs of regret or fear; he found fear, but no regret.

Satan wasn't small so you had a reason to be nervous.

He pressed a bit more and his head was fully enveloped in your tight hole. Exhaling, he continued to push; rolling your clit around with his thumb to take your mind off the intrusion and kissing you deeply to comfort you and swallow your whines.

As the widest part of his cock began to slip into your pussy, the pain you were already feeling worsened and you gripped his hand tightly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"You're such a good girl for me," Satan comforted, pulling out a bit to relieve you before pushing his hips in more, "You're halfway there kitty, I'm so proud."

"Half... only half?" You huff, "Feels s-so full Daddy, I don't think my pussy's big enough..."

"Oh, it'll fit. You just have to learn how to take a cock like mine. I believe in my kitty, you're so close."

Satan allowed you a few minutes to adjust, speaking to you with soft, encouraging words, thumbing your engorged clit, and kissing you until you were relaxed and smiling.

"Ready to keep going?"

"Uh-huh."

The last bit was easier, except for the fact that it was a tight fit.

The head of Satan's cock reached deeper than anything had before.

He lifted your legs to cross over his back, allowing your cunt to grip the base of his shaft.

He gave you a few minutes to adjust to his thickness but Satan was growing a bit desperate himself. Your tight cunt would squeeze him so deliciously and you smelled so fucking good he could barely stand it.

When some time has passed, he starts carefully rocking his hips against your own, kissing you deftly and swallowing your moans.

"So big-" You manage to huff between kisses, a high-pitched whine leaving your lips as he pulls almost all the way out before stuffing his length back into your clenching hole, "Hngg- fuck..."

"Good girl, such a good girl," Satan whispered through a soft moan of his own, "You wanna go a little faster kitten? You want daddy to fuck you nice and hard on his fat cock?"

You nodded furiously, mouth falling open as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts marveling at the way your pretty pussy would just swallow him every time he pressed his hips into your own. Your cunt was absolutely drenched felt so good. He could feel the way the sticky substance dampened his own hips and dripped onto the couch with how hard he was pounding you.

You looked so beautiful beneath him too, lips parted with small, quick breaths and choppy moans, hickeys blooming along your collarbones and an absolutely perfect heat wrapped around his cock?

He was so lucky.

"You're beautiful, kitty. I want to keep you all to myself without any of my rotten brothers bothering us. This pussy is mine, understand? You are mine." He hissed, drowning your high pitched whines with his lips.

He would give anything to be in a relationship with you, make a life together, and end each and every day with you bouncing on his length in whatever position suited your fancy.

You arched your back when his fingers teased your throbbing clit, forcing an orgasm out from between your legs.

The demon slowed, but never stopped, hips still rocking against yours, fingers still rubbing away at your sensitive heat.

You gave a shuddering sigh and gripped his back, whimpering as he started fucking you harder.

"Daddy's gonna cum, baby." He huffs in your ear, "I know you're tired, but hold on just for me, okay?"

"Oooh! D-Daddy, I'm so sensitive, ah- aah! Sh-Shit I think I'm gonna cum again-"

"You better not, you naughty kitty, or daddy will punish you. You've been such a good girl for me so far, are you really gonna ruin that because your greedy cunny has to cum?" He watches you shake with effort, grasping at the wrist teasing your abused clit as you try and wait for him to cum.

The air is filled with the steady slapping of hips and the squelch of your drippy heat around a fat dick, serenaded by his sexy grunts and an endless moan of ah! ah! ah!'s and Satan knew he couldn't last much longer this round.

You needed a break as well, judging by how much you were trembling beneath him and doing your best to be good and hold back an orgasm until he was ready.

"Awww, are you crying, kitty? Does it feel that good?" You nod, hiccupping softly, hips moving tiredly to meet his heavy thrusts. "It does, doesn't it. You love daddy's cock."

"'Wan hold your hand daddy," You cried, eyes rolling back as he seemed to swell inside you.

He gripped your hand, "Of course, kitty. Daddy's right here."

You huffed with effort, your pussy grew more and more sensitive as the seconds passed. Your nails dug into your palm as Satan started slapping your clit and you knew you were done for.

"Daddydaddydaddy pleeease oooh fuck! Daddy I hafta cum, ohh, ohh! I'm cumming!"

"Go ahead, kitty, cum for your daddy-"

You convulsed against the couch cushions, forcing Satan's cock from your heat, only for him to force it in again and clip your abused g-spot, causing fluid to force his cock out of your spasming hole once again.

Satan held you by the throat now, pushing his length in and pulling it all the way out until he finished all over your labia, sticky white seed spurting out of his still semi-hard cock and lathering your trembling lips.

You tugged on his arm, desiring closeness after such an intense orgasm. Satan grabbed an old t-shirt off the floor and gently wiped you down before pulling you into a warm hug.

"How are you still hard?" You sniffle, wiping away old tears on your bare wrists.

Satan blushed, "Don't worry about it, kitty. You need to calm down before we get to that. D-Did you enjoy yourself though? I wasn't too harsh on you, right?"

You giggle and realize, your sweet Satan is still here, wrapped in your arms and kissing your hickey-strewn collarbones and throat.

"No Satan, I loved it. You're such a good dom, I hardly recognized you."

He smiled, stroking your hair.

"Good to hear. If you're up to it, we can do round two in the shower~"

July 5th

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jungkxook · 4 years

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—moonstruck. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: werewolf!taehyung au / arranged marriage au / smut with a sprinkle of fluff

⟶ words: 7,421

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, first time (virgin!taehyung), clumsy sex, soft and gentle sex, sort of rough sex, all the sex, cunnilingus, riding, hair pulling, knotting, buckets of cum, biting kink, slight impregnation kink, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: first fic back after a long hiatus and i’m suddenly v nervous to post this!! also this is shamelessly and 100% inspired by an episode of the show outlander (to be exact, the wedding episode). i couldn’t help myself!!

“Are you serious right now?”

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted.” Whatever that means.

Had you heard yourself speak a year ago before meeting Taehyung and having your life turned upside down, you would have surely thought you were insane, and you would have definitely thought Taehyung is insane, and the rest of his friends who are, subsequently, now yours ━ each of whom are all currently splayed out before you in Namjoon’s spacious country-side home with similar grave looks staring back at you.

“Dead serious,” Hoseok takes the liberty of breaking the odd silence saturating the kitchen. He’s made it a point to be on time for once, which you consider great and all if it wasn’t basically to dispute your current death sentence. “Always thought Jaebum’s pack were sons of bitches ━ glad to know it’s still true.”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi scolds. “Be a little more compassionate.”

“Am I wrong?” Hoseok refutes.

From off to the side, Jimin pushes himself forward with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. “Tae, I told you this was a dumb fucking idea ━ bringing Y/N into the pack━”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” Taehyung protests hotly. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere behind you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown darkening his face.

“How could you not think this would happen?” Jungkook retorts bitterly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“She’s a human,” Jungkook says. “Jaebum wants her gone, but if he were to get his hands on her, then who knows what could happen━”

“I said shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung snarls, an odd vehement tone dripping from his every word that is out of the place for the usually tranquil boy. Jungkook’s mouth clamps shut at once, though you suspect it’s not to do with defeat more so than because he’s the newest addition to the pack and, while Namjoon is their leader (or Alpha, as you’ve heard being thrown around before), Taehyung was something of a second-in-command. You could only imagine the consequences of crossing either Namjoon or Taehyung within the pack.

“Hold on a second,” You try to sputter for air, lungs wheezing. Your mind has since been spinning, struggling to keep up. At first you thought they were joking when they had told you, but now you were beginning to understand the severity at the very least. “I’m being hunted? Why?”

Now, Namjoon looks from Taehyung, then to you, and back again. Taehyung hesitates to answer at first, and Jungkook scowls. “Well, tell her, Tae. You dragged her into this mess. She deserves to hear it from you.”

As you twist in your seat to look up at Taehyung, your eyes locking briefly with his, the boy grimaces and then has to look away. He takes a deep breath before responding. “Okay, look. You know that pack I told you about? Jaebum’s?”

You nod, though the memory is vague. You’ve heard the name in passing before, but you could only gather that there was some sort of animosity between his and Taehyung’s pack.

“He found out about you, and I don’t know how,” Taehyung explains. “And now he wants you gone, and he’ll do anything to see it through.”

You blink once, dumbfounded. Terrified, even. Taehyung can certainly hear it in your voice and it makes him flinch again, as if being striked across the face. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us,” Taehyung says. “Because you’re human. When I first told you about us, I was risking everything. It’s uncommon for one of us to bring a human into the pack just because, and often even frowned upon. There’s a fear you’ll expose us to the human world or the hunters. Jaebum’s threatening to start war if we don’t deal with this situation ourselves.”

It’s only then that the dread begins to creep upon you, chilling you to the bone. “Deal with it… how?”

“The ultimatum is either kill you ourselves, or give you over to Jaebum to deal with, as a sort of peace offering,” Namjoon says carefully.

“Which probably also results in death,” Hoseok points out morbidly.

Jin scoffs. “Or worse.”

“Is there any option that doesn’t result in death?” You ask warily. At this, the group falls silent once more.

“Well, there is one.” Namjoon glances fleetingly around at his brethren, then sighs. “You become one of us.”

“I━” You stammer, face suddenly hot. “You mean, like, a werewolf?”

“I mean, a wedding.”

“A wedding?” You gasp. “How is that going to save me?”

“Not a wedding like you think,” Namjoon says. “More of a bonding. A handfasting. Right now, as a human, you’re vulnerable and exposed. We have no claim over you. But if you become one of us ━ without being turned ━ then Jaebum shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

Slowly, you begin to piece together the fragment of your dilemma. “Marry who?”

A beat of silence passes amongst the group in which time you spot Namjoon nod in the direction of Taehyung’s figure beyond you, a wordless yet clear gesture. Suddenly, a stubborn warmth of a blush pinches at your cheeks. You wonder if they can notice, if Taehyung can notice. You start, “Taehyung━?”

“He offered to be the one,” Namjoon says. “And Jaebum knows Taehyung’s role in the pack. If he knows you’re mated to Tae, Jaebum would be absolutely insane to try and come for you. It’s the only way, Y/N, and it ensures your safety.”

“Marrying Taehyung?” You ask shrilly, voice dangerously thin. “How is marrying Taehyung going to ensure my safety?”

“It’s not just a marriage,” Jimin explains.

But of course you already know this, werewolf laws a strange and intricate jumble of rules that you’ve long since grown accustomed to. When he speaks next, you already know it’s much more than a marriage; and, when he speaks next, you fear you’ve already had your fate decided for you.

“It’s not just a marriage,” Namjoon repeats, matter-of-fact, “because we’re making you Taehyung’s mate.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

You try not to think about it. Admittedly, marrying your friend who you have only known for a year isn’t something you had been expecting. But, as Namjoon had explained it, it wasn’t necessarily a legal unification between you and Taehyung, though you suppose it’s as valid now as any marriage with the ritualistic handfasting ceremony making it official. That, and you favoured living to see another day instead of becoming a werewolf’s next meal or ripped to shreds by one.

Only a day after your conversation with the boys of Taehyung’s pack, you’ve come to your ultimate decision which has led you to where you are now, returning to Namjoon’s home for a wedding. Your wedding. You hadn’t very long to decide your own fate anyway, with the boys grimly warning you it was now or never. But you trust them, despite this crazed ludicrous situation you find yourself in ━ and you trust Taehyung more than anything, your friendship with him having quickly blossomed into something so sincerely profound over the year that you’ve known him.

If you’re being honest, Namjoon’s pack had at least made an effort for the occasion because despite how unconventional it is, it was still a celebration. A celebration for your marriage, and a celebration for their hopeful victory over Jaebum. Still, the underlying threat of the evening remains, made more prevalent by the fact that it was required to invite at least another pack (of which you’ve met the leader, Jisoo, a handful of times before) as witnesses. It’s a simple ceremony too, quaint and cute if you weren’t clinging to life. You had made it a point to dress up, digging a pretty white dress from the depths of your closet with flowing butterfly-like sleeves; Taehyung had forgone a suit but was still handsomely dressed too, leaving you to feel like less of an idiot. Namjoon had officiated it, standing before you and Taehyung as you held one another’s hand, wrapped delicately in ribbon, listening to the vows being proclaimed that talked about true love, and the passion and yearning involved.

When the handfasting finally draws to a close, you’re shoved into a room alone with Taehyung for a moment of privacy by Hoseok, who can be heard quipping wolfishly, “Get it over with quick!” before vanishing behind the closed door. You wager he’s left to join with the rest of the festivities outside where, no doubt, every werewolf is currently drinking themselves blind.

Finally alone with Taehyung, a saturated silence fills the air that has you wringing your hands anxiously in front of you. You sit on the edge of the bed in the center of the room. “What other choice was there, Tae?”

Taehyung takes a moment to respond, and even he knows the thought is a useless one when it crosses his mind before voicing it aloud. “We could have ran away.”

“How far would we get?” You sigh. Still, the sorrow earnest in his voice and riddling his face is enough to make you look up at him sympathetically. “I’m no use to you if Jaebum or someone worse finds us by ourselves. Besides, the boys need you.”

“No, you need me,” Taehyung insists. “Jungkook’s right. I dragged you and the pack into this mess. It’s my responsibility to fix this.”

He drags his feet towards the bed, then flops down onto his back on the mattress. A troubled groan punctuates the air, and you sneak a glance behind you to see him rubbing warily at his eyes.

You decide now would be the best time to ask the one question that has been on your mind since the night before when you were sitting in Namjoon’s kitchen to discuss Jaebum’s scorn. “Is that why… Is that why you offered to be my mate?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admits meekly. “Sort of. Think we’d all rather it be me than Joon, anyway.”

You don’t argue with this. The reasons as to why it had to be Taehyung satisfied you well enough. That, and aside from having befriended the pack over the months, you’re much closer to Taehyung than you are with the others.

“So…” You trail off, clearing your throat. At this point, you’re simply speaking for the sake of filling the void. “What now?”

Taehyung shrugs. He looks around the room. “Nothing.”

“Well, what did Hoseok mean just now? Get what over with?”

“Erm━” Taehyung opens his mouth, as if preparing to explain, then decides otherwise. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung, we literally just got married and you’re already keeping secrets from me,” You retort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he insists. “It’s just that… Well…” He sits up from the bed, meeting your curious gaze. “This was essentially a mating, and every mating needs to be seen through to the end to be considered valid. The pack can tell when it’s… uh… done.”

Oh.

Now it hits you. It’s the way he awkwardly trails off, hand ruffling through his long locks, that has you immediately understanding what he’s trying to imply. You gawk upward at him. “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

Suddenly, Taehyung looks flustered and he shakes his head frantically. “I mean, they expect it, but I would never force it on you.” Then, he straightens up, as if captivated by a newfound confidence. The smallest of smirks dances upon his lips that you don’t miss. “Besides, I never said it had to be between you and me. As long as they can sense it, I’d say your hand would do just fine instead ━ but you have all night for that.”

“Oh my god.”

The smirk widens into a devious look now. “You said you wanted honesty.”

As he dissolves into a fit of stifled chuckles, you scowl but you wager it’s mostly an attempt to hide the frazzled look on your face. Then, hurrying to change the topic, ask, “Is every mating like that then?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. “If two mates want to stay together forever, they complete the process with marking, usually by a bite. It strengthens the mating bond.”

Taehyung notices you squirm in your spot, crossing your knee over the other and squeezing your thighs together. He can sense you’re uncomfortable, understandably with your current situation, but can’t quite pinpoint what else seems to make you sit so rigidly.

“What was it like for you?” He decides to ask. “The handfasting?”

The question takes you by surprise, though his sincere intrigue makes you smile smally to yourself. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but it was… It was nice.” You think back to nearly an hour ago, and the way Taehyung had looked standing before you. While you were marrying him out of necessity, there was something candidly beautiful about the entire ceremony. At the very least, you were glad it had been with Taehyung of all people. “Can I be honest with you, Tae?”

“Of course,” Taehyung says. “At this point, you can pretty much tell me anything. Don’t think anything’s as shocking as coming out as a werewolf.”

An innocent giggle bubbles at your throat. Suddenly, you look sheepish. “I might have had one too many glasses of wine before coming.”

“Ah.” Despite the interested hum of noise, he looks genuinely entertained. “So you’re drunk?”

“Not quite. Pleasantly buzzed,” You say. “Well, can you blame me? The occasion called for it considering a bunch of wolves want to kill me and I’m being arranged into a marriage.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your own wedding?”

You pull a face, though Taehyung gathers it’s because of the blunt mention of the word. “I do. Just… not all of it. Some things are clearer than others, but I think that’s mostly because I was nervous.”

“I remember every moment,” Taehyung muses thoughtfully. “I remember seeing you there, in your dress, and everything felt right despite it all.” His stare hardens in that moment, as if probed by the harsh reminder of the reasoning behind the night in the first place. “You know I’ll do anything to keep you safe, right? We haven’t had time to sit back and talk it over but you really do mean the world to me.”

A muffled groan eclipses your lips. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes as you bemoan, “Don’t say those kinds of things, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because… Because…” Your eyes shoot open, though suddenly you refuse to meet his curious wandering gaze.

But Taehyung doesn’t even need you to finish your thought. You wonder if it’s one of the many keen abilities possessed by these shapeshifters or if it’s simply a Taehyung thing, being that he’s quickly become one of your closest friends over the year that you’ve known him.

“You’re still nervous,” he hums as delicately as possible. It’s not an accusation, but a simple fact of the matter. He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two of you. “Are you nervous because of me?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung snorts. When you don’t respond immediately, a small inkling of a doubt makes him question apprehensively, “Are you scared of me then? I wouldn’t blame you, especially after everything that’s been going on━”

“What?” You finally turn to look at him, a look of incredulousness contorting your face. “No! No, I’m not scared of you, Tae. I could never be scared of you.” You don’t dare turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your hands as you continue. “You make me nervous, but not in a bad way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” When you chance a look at him, you find him smiling softly to himself. “It’s the same way I felt when I saw you earlier tonight.”

Your heart quickens in pace against your chest, and you’re almost positive he can surely hear it. Now, you finally lift your timid stare to meet his pensive look, and you have to bite back the smile that threatens to form on your face. He looks distracted, though not in a way where his mind is elsewhere entirely; instead, he seems besotted, dark eyes shimmering gently, and there’s a palpable shift of energy in the atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the pair of you begin to gravitate towards one another, leaning in close enough to shorten the distance between the two of you. You pause, lingering near enough to feel his warm breath fanning against your neck. He can’t help himself, and reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers along your shoulder to the base of your throat, sending chills down your spine. His hand comes to rest against your neck, fingers stretching outward to cradle the back of your head. He guides you toward him this time, closer and closer.

“Taehyung…” You whisper.

He stops at once, clamps his mouth shut and squeezes his eyes closed. His restraint seems to be not without labour, judging by the sobering small shake of his head, and the way he leans his forehead against yours, tendons in his jaw fluttering as he clenches his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He’s startled when you’re the one that moves first, catching his lips onto yours. He’s unmoving at first, basking in the feel and taste of your mouth smoothing over his. It’s slow, steady, but then he’s craning his neck to deepen the kiss and something feverish overtakes the both of you. You clamber onto his lap at once, swinging one leg over his and settling back onto him, your dress bunching up at your thighs. He’s taken aback for a moment, though his hands instinctively come to grip at your waist and you try not to focus on how large and warm they feel, burning against the material of your dress. In fact, every inch of him radiates a thermal energy that is both comforting and excites you. You chase his lips, yearning for another kiss, but he hesitates at the last moment, jerking his head away. He doesn’t move very far at first, then he drops his head into the crook of your neck. His nose burrows against the base of your throat, his lips brushing against your skin as he moves along your neck to your shoulder, then back again. You can tell he’s holding himself back, not quite allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

“You said we have all night, didn’t you?” You rasp. “So why not start now?”

“I also said it didn’t have to be between you and me if you didn’t want it to be.” Taehyung finds his voice at long last, however hoarse it may be. You’re already driving him crazy, just by your smell alone. “Are you sure? You said you wanted honesty, so be honest with me, Y/N. Don’t just say it’s because it has to be done. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Well, don’t you want this?” You question.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans against your neck. Something feral seems to stir within him, and you can feel his canines bare against your skin. “But only if you do.”

You aren’t quite sure what seems to possess you all of a sudden. He’s intoxicating, you think. Your hands tug at his hair now, desperation wearing your own voice thin. “Yes, Tae. Please. I want you inside me so badly.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against your throat, tonguing hot open-mouthed kisses there. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you harder against him, and the feeling of him growing harder against your inner thigh in a matter of seconds has you both enraptured by a newfound heated ferocity.

Grasping at a moment of clarity, you ask meekly, “Isn’t this your first time?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You want to tell him anything but, the way his hands and lips move across you an indicator of that. “I thought you wolves are all about sex. Don’t you, like, go into heat or something?”

It’s a feeble attempt at a snarky joke, judging by the way your lips unfurl into a languid smirk. “Typically. But I never wanted sex for the sake of fucking. The boys make fun of me all the time for it.”

You snicker, but the delightful noise is lost in a simper as he continues to kiss upward to the underside of your jaw. He grips tightly at your waist and moves, shifting the two of you around, until your back is splayed out on the edge of the bed and he’s hovering directly over you.

“Taehyung…” He grunts in response, though you don’t blame him for not responding. The way his cock bulges against your core now, the way you press your hips up into his instinctively, is enough to drive you insane, let alone the boy. Still, you manage to rasp, “Tae, just don’t bite me. Promise me.”

“I won’t,” he assures, though now he certainly seems preoccupied. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and whines aloud, “God, I can already smell you. So fucking good.”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as his hips dig harshly into yours in a way that makes you aware of what his words seem to mean. Slick arousal already begins to form between your legs, pooling into a mess on your underwear that has you squirming beneath him. The thought of him being able to smell you makes your face heat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He kisses down to your collarbones, then, without warning, flips you over at once. Rough hands grasp at your waist, pulling you to your knees and your ass off the edge of the bed. As he fumbles to tear your panties from your hips, then lifts the skirt of your dress up with one hand, he hurries to undo his belt and the button of his pants with the other.

“Wait, Tae━” You gasp. Before he can push himself into you, you heave yourself up with your hands and twist just enough to place your palm above his waist on his abdomen, stopping him in his place. “What are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows creasing with concern. “Isn’t this how it’s done? I’m not totally helpless.”

You bite back your abrupt grin, swallowing your amusement when you realize he’s genuinely confused. It’s hard to grasp how he can look so innocent even despite his leaking cock still in his hand. “Well, yeah, but not always.”

“I just thought it was like how dogs go at it, y’know?” Taehyung says. “The guys all seem to say so anyway.”

You can’t help it now when this newfound information has you keeling over with laughter. You’re fortunate he doesn’t seem offended by your delight, instead grinning sheepishly to himself as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

“What?” he asks promptly, and then as if to nudge you back to reality, tightens his grip on your waist and yanks you towards him gingerly. Pressing his front flush against your back, he catches your ear lobe between his teeth and nibbles on it.

“Then I feel sorry for their mates,” You manage to choke out. “It’s not bad, but I want to be able to see you the first time around. It’s better that way. More intimate.”

You squirm out from beneath him, turning to face him properly. Still sprawled out before him, you prop yourself up on your elbow and then reach out with your other hand to grab at his face and pull him down to you.

“Noted,” he hums into your mouth. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of at the moment,” You admit, though maybe that’s simply because your mind is spinning at the sight of his length.

He’s much, much bigger than you imagined, tip irritated and swollen red already, glistening with precum as he swipes his palm over himself a handful of times. You hike your dress up further around your waist as he guides himself towards you.

“Stop me if it hurts,” he says.

You nod, though you trust him well enough to know he’ll treat you right in the best way possible. As he pushes the tip of his length against your folds and into you, your reactions are almost immediate. He ceases above you, face scrunching up at the feeling of your slickness around him. You notice his furrowed brows, the way he bares his teeth. A guttural growl sounds deep within his chest that has you shuddering in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet. You take me so well, baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Don’t care,” You whimper. “Just wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself in further, slowly and carefully, inch-by-inch, in just a way that has the both of you feeling how he stretches you open every single step of the way. You wonder how much further you can go until he’s stopping, bottoming out within you. He sputters for air, collapsing against your chest entirely as you fall back onto the bed. He waits just enough for you to adjust to the girth of his weight in you, then rolls his hips into yours. Then again, and again, until he’s grinding into you with such measured and deep strokes that you melt beneath him entirely. You kick your legs up to wrap around his waist, head lolling back at the feeling of his mouth sucking against your throat.

“I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off then into an abrupt cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum━”

He’s quick to dissolve into shambles, grunting and moaning every time you clench around him and every thrust of his hips. Just when you think you’ve lost yourself to the moment, he cums much faster than you thought and entirely unexpected for him too, in hot waves that have you still writhing beneath him. When he’s spent, his weight falls slack against you, crushing you beneath him but in a comforting manner. It’s silently peaceful for a few moments as he settles, heart thundering in his chest and against yours. Your fingers smooth over his sweaty long locks, scratching at his head. Then━

“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” he mutters wretchedly.

“Not terrible,” You confess. “What was that? Three minutes, top? For your first time, I’m honestly surprised you lasted more than a minute.”

“Fuck off.” His fingers poke at your sides teasingly as you burst out into laughter. He lifts his head to meet yours, perhaps a little embarrassed. “Don’t tell the guys. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You hum, tracing your finger down to his lips. “We can practice whenever you want. I’ll make you into a lover so good, you’ll want me to brag to them.”

“Practice, huh?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. He pulls himself from your core and you hiss at the sudden loss, tugging at his chest as if to keep him close to you but he seems to have other plans. “Why stop now?”

You watch him curiously. “Easy there, boy. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Well, I have to make it up to you,” he points out. “Especially on your wedding night. It’s only fair. What kind of lousy mate would I be to call it a night without having you cum on my face?”

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes but you marvel at the way you had shuddered at the word only moments ago and now, under such a different circumstance, the way he utters it makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Is this the first time you’ve eaten a girl out?”

“I said I was a virgin,” he says. Your eyes stay trained on the boy as he shifts himself further down your body to wedge himself between your thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder. He kisses at your navel, then down to your core. He takes his time as he reaches out with his fingers to swipe at your folds, admiring the way his cum leaks from you; then, with his forefinger, he wipes at a stray bead of his arousal and pushes it back into your cunt slowly. The simple action is enough to have your back arching off the bed, hands flying out to brace yourself by gripping at his hair. “I never said I didn’t know how to please a woman elsewhere.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Gladly.”

He sinks lower to your core and out of sight, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the way. His finger never once leaves its spot within you, and instead is joined by another that spreads you wide in absence of his cock.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus on anything other than your beautiful cunt?” he asks, voice low and sultry. “From the moment I could smell you, I wanted a taste.”

His tongue probes against your clit, the wet muscle a sudden startle that has you slackening against him. He flicks it back and forth, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. A moan threatens to fall from your lips but an intrusive thought crossing your mind has you swallowing it with much difficulty.

“Can’t the boys hear us from down there?” You ask. You wonder how the celebration for your “wedding” has unfolded over the night without you or Taehyung there, or if they even notice your prolonged absence.

“No.” His voice is a deep mumble, rattling you from your core outward. “We learn how to tune out sounds nearby unless we really want to pay attention. The new ones struggle a bit, though.”

He curls his fingers inside you, stretching them upward. You pant, “Isn’t Jungkook still new?”

You can feel his smirk unfurling against you even before he pokes his head up to look at you with devious, hooded eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a hazing process.”

You hardly have time to register the thought, though it doesn’t matter much. You’re far too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung is making you feel to even care. He drops his mouth from your clit to your folds, tongue swirling against your aching core. He laps at your cunt like a mangy dog as his fingers continue to work within you. The further he burrows into you, the harder his nose digs against your clit and sends you over the edge. You try to hold on just a little longer but your core is already achingly sensitive from when his length had made it home.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me taste you.”

Fingers twisting in his hair, he growls roughly against you, basking in the way you mewl and moan his name. Time seems to blur and, before you know it, you’ve reached your high. You’re embarrassingly wet, soaking his chin and nose which glistens with a mixture of yours and his arousal. Taehyung doesn’t hold back, instead licking you clean of every last drop, a muffled moan of content emitting from him.

“So good,” he says. “All mine.”

When he finally pulls away from you, he licks at his lips as if not quite finished with your every taste. From where he sits, you’re an entire mess, brows scrunched in concentration, teeth tugging at your lower lip. Needy hands yank at his hair and he obliges, kissing his way up your body to meet your mouth. His tongue pokes through to lav at your lips and wedges itself beyond, and you suck delightfully at the taste of you and him mingling on it. His own hands caress your body, bringing you back down from your high gradually but you can still feel his straining dick against your thigh and it invigorates you even further despite the beginning hints of exhaustion starting to creep upon you.

“Want more,” Taehyung growls with a newfound intensity, catching you off guard. “Need your cunt. M’gonna make it mine. Need to make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum till you’re bursting with my pups, how does that sound?”

Mind spinning, you nod eagerly at the thought. Your words form in the shape of a moan. “Yes, please.”

“Gotta get this dress off first,” he mutters, greedy palms wandering up beneath the hem of your dress.

You scurry to obey, helping him slide the dress off your arms and toss it away on the floor. He’s more than pleased to see that you had decided to forgo wearing a bra earlier in the day, and reaches out at once to grasp at your perked breasts in his large palm. He buries his face into your chest, catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He busies himself by marking your chest red with small nibbles until you grow impatient, tugging at the shirt he’s still wearing. He’s quick to oblige, shedding himself of his clothes; then, his nails are digging viciously into your hips as he flips the two of you over with incredible ease.

“Sit on my cock,” he snarls into your ear. “Need to feel you again.”

Legs weak from your past orgasm and the huskiness of his voice, you sidle onto his lap, tossing one thigh over his. He sits up to join you and helps push himself past your folds, though you finish by settling back on his length carefully until you’re filled to the brim. Despite already knowing what to expect from the first time around, you still shudder at the feeling, mouth unhinging as you roll your hips leisurely against his. He hardly strays from your body, instead continuing to kiss between the valley of your breasts and up to the underside of your jaw and back again. Fingers poke and prod at your body as they follow his lips, then grasp at your ass to push you closer to him each time you grind against him.

Just when you begin grinding against him in a new angle that makes you moan into his ear, a sudden noise startles the both of you but only just. It takes you both a moment to register it’s the sound of knocking on the other side of the bedroom door (that you can’t remember if Taehyung had locked, because you certainly hadn’t), followed by Jimin’s familiar voice. “Joon said he wanted us to check in on you!”

Taehyung immediately groans into your neck out of frustration, though you suspect it’s because your pace starts to stutter and not because of his bothersome friends.

“Taehyung,” You bite at your lip in an attempt to hide your moans. You tug at his hair, as if to portray what your words fail to do, but he can hear it plainly riddling your voice. The concern, and the sudden shyness, as if fearing Jimin may walk in. But part of you is thrilled at the thought, and judging by the way your unabashed cry of glee slips from your lips without much hiding is proof of that. “Oh, Tae━”

“Shit,” Taehyung’s muffled grunts of pleasure and the way his hips continue to dig into yours to meet your efforts makes you aware Jimin is the least of his current troubles. “Fucking hell━ Don’t stop.”

“Are you guys okay in there?” Now comes Hoseok’s voice, a little faint but undeniably there. Can they hear you? Do they care? They must know what’s happening beyond the door.

“They’re doing it on purpose. Fucking idiots,” Taehyung snarls as he slams his hips up into yours. A contented whimper falls from your mouth, and you cling to him tighter as you quicken your pace. Taehyung grabs at your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes fixed on him despite wandering to the door. “Look at you fucking yourself on me still even with them listening. Such a good girl, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna breed so well.”

You think Hoseok and Jimin give up and leave at some point, though you don’t recall when. Instead, in the next moment, something primitive seems to awaken in Taehyung once more and he’s shoving you onto your back on the bed. Kneeling before you, he pummels his hips into yours again and again until you’re only crying his name.

“Mine. All mine,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

So wearied from your first high, you tumble easily to your second, coming undone in a matter of seconds, spurred on by the lewd wet noises of his length thrusting into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, basking in the sound of your moans. “Fuck━ Let them all know who you belong to━”

But just when you think Taehyung has reached his own orgasm ━ sputtering for air and crescendoing in moans of your names, panting hot breath into your ear as he leans against your chest ━ he doesn’t. His thrusts become desperate and sloppy, bordering on frantic, that the soreness between your legs begins to burn. It’s an amalgamation of stubborn yet bearable pain and something harshly pleasant that has your head lolling back.

“What’s wrong?” You moan, blindly tugging at his hair. “Taehyung?”

“I can’t━” He cries out. “I can’t━ I’m so fucking hard, it hurts. I don’t know what’s wrong━”

Confused yet too tired to keep up, you reach out to smooth your fingers across his back. “It’s okay. Just let go, baby. Cum for me, Tae. Please.”

“I’m trying,” he chokes out. “I just can’t━”

Your mind works in a haze to understand what’s happening, but through it all you’re able to discern one reasonable thought. What had Taehyung said about matings and bonds? Aside from the obvious of sleeping with a mate, he had said that typically certain bonds require marking. But he had also said that marking proved to be almost irreversible, resulting in a connection so close that a pair of mates would be together forever. It was a troublesome concept to think about, especially when considering you didn’t think you were a fit match for Taehyung if only because you’re human.

But is that what he needed? The physical strain he puts himself under now to reach his high is almost unbearable to watch. So, you settle on a whim of a decision and conclude that you won’t think of any consequences until after the fact, only wanting to see the poor boy in relief.

“Tae,” You whisper. “What if you bite me?”

“I won’t,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. His pace has slowed as he slumps against your chest in nearing defeat. “You told me not to.”

“I don’t care,” You retort. “Just bite me.”

He hesitates, lifting his gaze to look at you. When he sees your earnest zeal, he grimaces as if despising that this is his only option. Still, the look of relief that crosses his face is undeniably there. He presses his mouth against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your flesh as he grazes the smooth expanse for a spot, sharp canines poking against you. You brace yourself for the bite, though the pain isn’t as bad as you had thought. A sharp jolt runs down your spine as he sinks his teeth into your skin, and his reaction is immediate, crumbling into pitiful moans of glory.

“Fuck!” he wails. With one final slam of his hips into yours, he finally reaches his high and it’s unlike anything you have felt before. As if he begins to swell within you, his length pulsates as he cums in you to the point where you can’t help but feel so full. It overflows and leaks from your core and onto the sheets, a sticky mess that lingers even long after he’s done. Your mouth pops open at the foreign feeling, whimpering his name.

“I’m sorry,” he flinches. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” You manage to say. “It just… It feels so good━”

He sluggishly rides out the rest of his high until you both physically can’t take anymore. When he hears you hiss his name in a soft reminder, he apologizes once more. Then, as the room falls oddly silent, he slumps against you. He lavs his tongue over the fresh mark on your neck, the gentle motion alleviating the sting left behind. As Taehyung settles finally, he shifts his head to look up at you. You note the faint yellow hue lingering in his eyes, fading now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “We might have to stay like this for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about that,” You croon sleepily. “You better draw me a bath after this.”

He laughs, rubbing gentle circles against your hips. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”

You believe him wholeheartedly when he says it, smiling against his mouth when he leans in for a kiss. His tender wandering hands over your body does wonders in calming your shrill heart, the stretch between your legs, and the bite on your neck. He nuzzles his face into your collarbones, the tip of his nose tickling against you. As your fingers rake through his hair and scratch at his head, he mewls in content.

“Is it always like that?” You ask through a stifled yawn. “You had so much energy, I could barely keep up.”

“No,” he admits groggily. “It’s only like that when you’re mated with someone.”

“What does that even mean anyway?” You ask. “To be mated with someone?”

“Well, it’s━ It’s not really a conscious decision. It sort of just happens,” Taehyung says. “It’s a connection. You gravitate towards one another. You can’t live without the other. We call it imprinting. Sometimes you’re mated to a person who doesn’t even want you, but those are rare instances.”

“So we’re the exception?”

“I thought we were,” Taehyung trails off now. He finally lifts his head to look at you, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I━ Well━ All of this, and especially the bite, doesn’t just happen ━ and definitely not with humans.”

“Oh.” You blush now, face warming under the boy’s introspective stare. “So you’re saying we’re…”

“I always thought there was a connection, but I didn’t think it meant this,” Taehyung murmurs to himself. “As crazy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be.”

“So the bite…”

You don’t finish your thought, instead already having pieced it together in your mind. It does sound crazy, but even you have felt it before. A strange connection to Taehyung, far more exceptional than simply having feelings for him. And the bite is what draws it all together, proving his point and your previous speculations about some sort of affection between the two of you.

“Are you starting to regret this now?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, a weak attempt at a joke to what he had asked you earlier in the night.

He braces himself, as if waiting for your outburst of annoyance or anger. To push him off of you and leave forever. But you do neither, instead reaching out to grasp at his face in both of your hands. You delicately lift his head, meeting his docile stare, entirely and utterly bewitched by him.

“No,” You say earnestly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better night.” A smile forms on his face, innocent and ardent in nature. “I’m just wondering how I’ll hide the mark.”

“I think there’s little to hide now after tonight,” Taehyung grins wolfishly. “Especially with the boys.”

He quivers with laughter at the sight of your scowling face and fingers poking at his sides. As he settles, he leans into your ear to hum, “I’ll make it up to you. Everything. Jaebum, the bite, the boys. But I think you should rest now. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

You don’t argue with that. You’ve already begun to fight the beginnings of sleep, eyelids drooping and itching with a need to just close them ━ and with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, his body emitting a pleasurable heat, you decide there’s no place else you’d rather be, moonstruck and in love.

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Aaron Hotchner x trans male reader

Warnings: references to addiction.

Jack had told his dad about his new friend 'Nero' and kept going on about him and his dad who was also 'so cool'. Aaron Hotchner had listened intently nodding when he felt like it was needed.

A few days later Jack was telling him. About how Nero had knocked him over and he'd scraped his knees. Aaron had been worried at the bandage that was wrapped around his sons knee. It had been Nero's dad who had patched him up and scolded the other boy.

Another week past and Aaron was taking Jack to the park for a team day out to enjoy the sun and a rare day off. They were all sat on a blanket watching the kids run about with a ball when a speeding mass of grey collided with Jack and had him pined to the grass. Aaron was on his feet in seconds panic rising in his chest making him feel sick.

"NERO!" a voice called from the side and a man was hauling the mass off of his son by its collar "Do you ever listen? You okay kiddo?"

"I'm fine Mr (l/n) ! Hello Nero!" Jack answered petting the large dog.

"Nero, apologise to Jack" you ordered and the dog licked Aaron's sons face. Jack was giggling and you finally released the dogs collar, smoothing down the fur "Run away again and your going to live on a farm"

Aaron was standing in mild shock when you turned to him with a sheepish smile.

"I'm so sorry about him. He seems to have taken a liken to Jack" the man said rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's OK. I think I got a fright" Aaron responded "Aaron Hotchner, you must be Nero's dad then"

"That's me! (y/n) (l/n)" you answered and Aaron finally took you in fully. What he had originally thought was a strange shirt turned out to skin, littered with tattoos of all sorts, down your arms and across your stomach and chest. A shirt was tucked into the waistband of grey shorts. But it was two faint scars across your chest that drew Aaron's attention. He quickly snapped his eyes back up to meet yours and a small smile.

The dog was sniffing at Aaron's pants and you huffed a laugh.

"Maybe it's just Hotchner's he likes so much" you pointed out. Aaron reached out to let the dog sniff his hand and stroked over his head softly.

"What breed is he?" Aaron found himself asking.

"Tamaskan" you answered "They are bred specifically to look like wolves but honestly he's just a big softy"

Aaron seemed to remember that he was with the team and froze for a second.

"I'm going to get him home. It's hot out and he's gonna need a nap, you should get back to your team. Tell Jessica I say hi"

"Yeah I will do" Aaron said and you beconed the dog to follow, waving to Jack as he led the Nero away. Aaron turned back to the team who were pretty much leering at him at this point. He huffed at them with a glare that had no real heat behind it. Aaron began taking Jack to the park more to even catch a glimpse of you but fate never seemed to be on his side. A large part of him wished he had given you his card or something to contact him on. The agent eventually just excepted that he would most likely never cross paths again.

Emily Prentiss stepped into the tattoo parlour slowly a familiar dog catching her eye as she moved to the front desk. This would be the eighth shop that she had tried, the rest were either booked up or refused to do the work.

"I'm just going to send you straight through. We should be able to sort you out" the receptionist stated shoving things in her bag. Emily followed her gesture into the main part of the shop, the dog nudged her hip and lead her towards the man sitting on a swivel chair. You hair had been dyed an electric blue but when you looked up she knew your face, even only from a brief view. You breifly recognised her.

"How may I be of help?" you asked with a smile, Nero sided up next to you and you buried a hand into thick fur.

"I want to get a tattoo, over a brand" she said and you nodded. This was the 8th time she'd had this conversation and expected you to shut her down.

"Cool. How big of a brand are we talking?" you asked "And depending on the scarring it will most likely have to be greyscale but I can add a pop of colour if you wish"

Emily's eyes widened a bit and her shoulders slumped with relief.

"Are you OK?" you asked going to reach out but changed your mind before making contact.

"I was expecting you to tell me that it wasn't possible. That's what everyone else has said" she said. Nero rested his head on her thigh, she hummed stroking his head.

"I find tattooists in the area are a bit iffy about tattooing over scar tissue. I am too but I'm sure I can work it out for you" you said "How big are we talking roughly? And where is it?"

"I'll just show you" she said shucking off her blazer and unbuttoning her blouse to show the brand on her chest. You winced slightly before scooting closer and tilting your head to get a better look.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you asked and got a nod in return. You pulled on a black latex glove, and gently touched the brand, poking at the skin "Is this painful at all?"

"No, I can't feel much there anymore. I think the nerves were burned" she answered and you put a bit more pressure on it to see if she flinched away but she sat still and you nodded.

"Oh I'll be able to tattoo over this easily" you said pulling the glove off and throwing it in the trash "What do you think you'd want to cover it with?"

"I was thinking a bird or something" she answered quietly.

"A bird? I can do that gimme like 30 minutes to draw something up for you and you can tell me what you think." you said spinning the chair away from her to grab a notepad and pencil "Also I'll need your full name and some form of ID to photocopy. For our records"

"Are my credentials OK?" she asked and with you nod pulled them out of her pocket.

"Thank you" you said and peeked in the leather holder "Emily Prentiss"

You moved away to copy her details before coming back and handing it to her.

"I strongly recommend going to get something to eat while I'm getting this sorted for you. I wouldn't want to phone Mr Hotchner to say one of his agents has passed out in my studio" you were smiling and Emily followed the order. Going to the cafe around the corner sending a text to the team group chat.

E PRENTISS: I found out where Hotch's eyecandy works.

P GARCEA: ohhhhh! Where!?

A HOTCHNER: Not my eye candy.

E PRENTISS: Lucifers tattoos. He's dyed his hair blue.

D MORGAN: I was thinking about getting a new tattoo.

P GARCEA: very interesting indeed :)

Emily laughed at her phone and realised her 30 minutes were up and headed back to the studio where Nero met her at the door and lead her back to his human who was finishing wrapping the chair. You looked up and laughed.

"Clearly he likes you, Mr chauffeur" you laughed and the dog bounced away to his bed in the corner.

"He's very well trained" she pointed out sitting down when you patted the padded chair.

"Only when he's wearing his vest. When he's not he knows he can misbehave cause he's not working" you said and sat on the swivel chair again holding something that looked an awful lot like a hospital gown out to her. "Nero is a service dog. He helps me with daily tasks like remembering to eat as well as being out in public spaces. He's also very good as noticing the signs of a relapse"

Emily shot you a look while he was flattening the stencil over the brand on her chest trying to keep your hands as gentle as possible.

"How's that for you?" you asked.

"That's perfect, it covers it amazingly" she said and got a grateful smile in return, you spun around and pulled out a fresh pair of black gloves from the box and started the needle.

"You good? Needing anything before we start?" you asked.

"Yeah and no I'm good" she answered. And you started the tattoo, she could see your chest moving when you breathed and moved hair from your forehead with an arm.

"I can hear the cogs turning in your head. Ask the question that's bugging you" you said keeping your head down

"You were an addict?" it left her mouth with far less tact than what she would have wanted.

"Yep. Nothing too hard but enough that I couldn't function as a 'normal' person, I couldn't hold a job this studio saved me" you said and wiped the ink gently "Nero keeps me functioning and safe"

"Well I'm glad your better now" she said and you smiled.

"Cravings come and go but I'll be fine. Oh if you find yourself talking your team don't mention this to them, Nero likes Jack" you said and laughed. The conversation lulled and the sound of the needle filled the room.

"Do you want to take a break?" you asked and got a nod in return "Can I get you a drink?"

"No, no it's OK" she answered. You removed the gloves and throwing them away before stretching out your legs and grabbing a bottle of something green out of a mini fridge. Nero whined loudly and you laughed.

"I'll be back in 5. He needs to pee" you said tapping you thigh so that the dog followed him. Emily noticed the badges pinned to the dogs vest, each clearly outlining the position of service animal and 'do not touch'. You wandered out a door and were away for close to 10 minutes before coming back you looking at the dog with a scowl.

"I cannot believe you did that. Pissing on a car. You're better than that" you huffed before sitting back on your chair and putting a fresh set of gloves on. "Ready?"

"Yeah. I think so" she answered.

"We can stop here and continue another day" you offered leaning back slightly.

"If I don't finish it today, I never will" she responded and you shrugged before putting the needle back to her skin. An hour and a half past before you were putting the needle down and cleaning her skin gently.

"All done" you said "You wanna see it?"

"Please" she breathed and you pulled a hand mirror off the tray next to you holding it so she could see. "It's beautiful thank you"

You smiled and let her keep looking while you tapped a tablet before handed it to her and she looked at the price.

"$200?" she asked eyes widening. You nodded slowly "Surely it's more than that"

"We have a deal on. Half price for cover ups on hateful or hurtful tattoos. I know the brand isn't a tattoo but I'm sure it's definitely hurtful, especially to the wearer" you said before directing her how to pay. Emily tried not to cry as joy filled her heart. She tapped the tip button and typed in $100, paying and handing the tablet back to him. You didn't notice to begin with until you did and smiled softly at her.

"Thank you" you said and put the tablet down "Try not to put a lot of pressure on it and if you need to put a vest on put some tissue over it in order to keep it happy"

She hugged you gently with another 'Thank you' before leaving the studio.

You were suprised when more FBI agents flooded the studio one after another, sometimes weeks apart. You didn't mind in all honesty, they were all lovely people and learning about them was an interesting endeavour , Derek Morgan had a son but loved his job equally, Jennifer Jaraue wasn't too sure of her own sexuality but had two sons to worry about, Penelope Garcia tried to see the good in everyone and everything but had definitely seen too much in her life, David Rossi (hadn't gotten a tattoo) but had spoken to you for a solid two hours about your' life and how you were doing a nice thing for his team and Spencer Reid had come in to get a constellation over scars on the crook of his elbow and told you the story behind them. You had felt something snap in your heart for the doctor once he had told you about Hankel, Spencer had been forced into addiction, you had not, you had chosen it.

More time past before you bumped into Aaron again, and by bumped we meant Nero had threw himself full force at the FBI agent bowling him over. You knew immediately who it was even before the man's shout of indignation reached your ears and raced after the dog screaming his name.

"Nero! I see you pup" Aaron laughed ruffling the dogs fur. You stopped next to them and hauled the dog off panting for air.

"I swear he just loves you and Jack" you huffed and helped the man to his feet. The man laughed and shook his head.

"I wanted to give you this" he said handing a small card over "It's got my number on it"

"Thank you" you said taking the card and smiling at it before shoving in your pocket. You didn't know if calling him was a good idea but it didn't need to happen because you bumped into him first, full on face into his chest.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry" you rushed before even noticing who he was, it was the laugh that made it through the panic "Oh Agent Hotchner. Hello. I'm sorry"

"It's alright" he steadied you with a half smile. "However while I have you in front of me I was wondering if you might want to go on a date with me?" Aaron asked "Dinner or drinks or I don't know something"

"Can Nero come?" you asked raising an eyebrow. Aaron laughed and nodded. Nero sniffed the bottom of Aaron's pants again and their hands brushed slightly.

"Listen, I'm not suggesting that we-" Aaron started but you were moving close to him grabbing the lapels of his jacket and hauling your bodies together, leaning up to press your lips together.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while" you said a blush rising up your neck. Aaron cupped your jaw and pulled you towards him bringing lips back together, tattooed fingers gripping his suit jacket.

"So was that a yes?" Aaron asked breathless. You laughed stepping back to pick up Nero's leash.

"Yeah. It is" you answered your other hand coming up to brush your lips.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #bau #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x trans male reader #trans male reader #criminal minds fanfiction

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merakiui · 3 years

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hii could we get an angsty scenario/hcs of xiao and scaramouche/any characters you prefer! who are basically head over heels for someone but that person keeps getting with the wrong people and constantly getting their heart broken? Preferably with a good/fluffy ending but it’s up to you!

cw: angst + heartbreak note - decided to go for scenarios! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

[Xiao]

One Call Away—

The sudden shout of his name had brought him out into the open, where he finds you sitting in a field of wildflowers, your head hung and quiet sobs racking your hunched form.

“You called?” The gruffness in his voice startles you and your head snaps up. He notices your pained expression and the tears that refuse to cease, and it gives birth to a strange feeling within his chest. “What happened? Surely I am not too late.” And then he shakes his head. “No, I’m never late.”

“Ah... I’m sorry.” You sniffle, pitifully rubbing at your eyes. “I guess your name slipped out. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just didn’t mean to call for you either.”

Xiao raises a brow and then surveys the surrounding area. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re in any mortal peril. In that case, I’ll leave you to—”

“No!”

Your sudden shout startles the both of you, with you drawing back and Xiao’s eyes widening ever so slightly. He wonders why you’re crying when beautiful scenery surrounds you. Are you truly that pathetic? Are mortals usually this weak-hearted? Xiao can’t wrap his head around the idea of grief; he’s an immortal who has seen plenty of hazardous scenarios worth grieving over. Yet with the passage of time he has learned to let such emotions drift away on a wind current. Emotions are useless to an adeptus.

But now he’s stuck with them.

“No?”

“D-Don’t go...” Your voice wobbles and you wipe at your reddened eyes. “I don’t want to bother you, but could you stay here with me? For a little while, at least. It’s all I’ll ask...”

He feels like he should decline your desperate plea before it spreads its perplexing roots throughout his system. The words are practically on the tip of his tongue and he struggles to verbalize them. If he could, he’d shake his head and vanish from your sight. There’s something about your expression that forces him to stay, and he truly detests the way his emotions run wild at the prospect of something he can’t quite comprehend.

“Fine.”

And so Xiao listens to you. It’s something he does best; his eyes and ears are open as he gives you his full, undivided attention. Half of him observes your reactions as you explain what happened and the other half zeros in on the way your subtle hand motions. While he might not be anywhere near a cupid—and he would never be caught giving out relationship advice to mortals, which is something he couldn’t do even if he tried—he is still a being of immense power. From what he’s able to understand from your explanation, your loved one decided to part from you because they believed it just wasn’t working. And you, having been struck with an immense sadness, failed to call out to them to clear up any misunderstandings.

Eventually, after internally wrestling with his own thoughts and feelings, he asks, “Do you want me to teach them a lesson? Should you need them to feel the same amount of despair you’re feeling—”

“Oh, no! No. No. They don’t deserve to be punished for that. I understand now that our feelings weren’t the same. We really weren’t working and that’s okay. It just...hurts.”

Xiao tilts his head, an innocently childish show of confusion. “Where?”

“It’s not a physical pain, Xiao. I mean, it could be. But...this is more emotional.” Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his wrist. He stares down at your hand and he almost pulls away. Before he can even consider what’s happening, you’re guiding his hand to where your heart is. “In here. It hurts now, but I’ll overcome it eventually. I’m used to it anyways...”

The straight-faced adeptus remains still as he feels the fast-paced beat of your heart. Mortals have always been weak in his eyes: feeble beings who break at the slightest inconvenience. Although you don’t seem close to shattering and that confuses him more than he’d like to admit. Perhaps you are one of the more resilient humans he’s come across in recent years. It’s strange when he feels your heartbeat, so very certain and alive with the sour feelings a heartbreak brings. He’s never understood that either. Heartbreaks and relationships. The differences between friendship and romance. Both can be seen through to the very end, if fostered healthily.

So then why are you so sad?

Truthfully, you’ve always seemed sad to Xiao. As an adeptus, he’s never been able to fully grasp the meaning behind human emotions. They’re insignificant in his eyes, mere flashes of feeling that can hurt and blind. They’re troublesome and useless—certainly not something he would ever want to experience. But those emotions can heal and bring cheer. They’re not all entirely bad, nor are they as evil as he seems to think they are.

Xiao realizes his hand has been on your chest for a while now and he’s been staring at you so much that you’ve begun to shrink away, partially embarrassed to have him analyze you with so much scrutiny.

“Is...something wrong?”

He shakes his head slowly at first before retracting his arm. And then he notices you’ve stopped crying. He’s not sure when this happened, but he’s oddly relieved to see your neutral expression. Somehow your crying face is painful and it wounds him in a way he never would have imagined.

“Thank you for listening to my rant. I know this is probably meaningless to you, since you’re an adeptus and all, but it really means a lot. So I’m glad I was able to get these things off my chest. I feel a lot lighter now.”

“You’re not sad?”

“Ah. Well...” Your gaze flickers, eyes darting to and fro while you struggle to look at him. “I’m still sad, but I’ll get over it! Don’t worry! I’m resilient!”

Xiao’s brow furrows in confusion. As he has thought plenty of times before, mortals are far too complex. Eventually he sighs and says, “It’s okay to cry. Don’t keep that inside, okay? You’ll just hurt yourself even more.” Now he’s avoiding your gaze and there’s a barely noticeable tinge of pink dusting his pale cheeks. He’s really not good at consoling humans.

“Oh, Xiao.” You pull him in for a hug and he stiffens, trying to squeeze out of your arms like a cat near water. But then he feels your fingers digging into his arm and he realizes that you might actually need this hug. Despite the fact that he’s not used to freely giving out hugs—or even cheering up mortals, for that matter—he is definitely out of his element. “Really, thank you. I promise to make you an Almond Tofu as thanks.”

“There’s no need for that.” Hesitantly, as if he’s worried he’ll break you, he wraps his arms around your form. “I’m just helping you because you called my name. That’s all.”

But that’s not the full truth. Hidden in those words is the real reason why he even bothered to stay despite the false alarm. And it worries Xiao when he thinks about the implications. He really does like you and this admiration has surpassed platonic love. As long as you’re okay, though, he’ll swallow his feelings in favor of making sure you’re always happy. It’s one of his duties as your friend.

Friend. A word Xiao never thought he’d ever use, but it feels nice. He likes it.

Yet The Distance Remains Harrowing.

[Scaramouche]

To Mend a Broken Heart—

You’re spilling your emotional guts in front of the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, tears freely running down your cheeks like two faulty water faucets. It’s a pathetic sight, really. Scaramouche witnessed this exact show just a few weeks ago when you were so certain that that fisher was the one. Now, after meeting and getting together with someone else for a short time, you’ve come out of yet another relationship, unhappy and unsatisfied.

He’s jealous. There’s no denying the envy he feels when you talk so highly of these people and then wail about them a few days later. It’s a vicious cycle of mending a fragile heart and then breaking it into pieces all over again. With no end in sight, you fall victim to your own demise in the pursuit of love. He wonders if you’ll ever learn to choose your next partner carefully rather than settling for anything with a pulse.

“This is exactly what I said would happen, was it not?” he says with a sigh. “Oh, woe is you. If you were smarter, this last relationship might have lasted longer.”

“That’s rich coming from you. I’ve never seen you in a relationship before,” you mutter, wiping angrily at your eyes. His eyelid twitches at the not-so-subtle jab. “Ugh!I hate being so unlucky! This is the worst.”

“Rather than your foul luck, I think the problem lies within you and your taste in partners.”

Sniffling, you lower your head onto the table, hoping to just melt into the crafted wood before you end up making even more of a fool out of yourself. It’s rare to be in the company of Scaramouche, considering how often he’s assigned missions that require swift travel and a covert profile. But whenever you do find yourself sitting across from him, indulging in light snacks and tea, it’s always because you’ve lost your latest lover; and your own sadness requires the nullifying effects of Scaramouche’s cynicism.

“They’re good people! I just don’t know why it never works out. We’re happy and we both like each other—it doesn’t make any sense. Am I missing something? Is it my fault? They probably got tired of me because I’m not a good person.“

“Perhaps.” He takes a moment to sip his tea and you muster a weak glare. Only Scaramouche can delight in his beverage while you’re holding back another onslaught of tears. “Your crocodile tears are hardly flattering and your apparent need for consistent affection might come off as clingy. And you have a tendency to find flaws within yourself whenever something doesn’t go your way. Adding onto that, you doubt yourself a lot and you’re always quick to take the blame for things that are out of your control. In a way you are partially—”

“I get it. I’m not a good person.”

“I never said anything of that sort. Now you’re just asking for pity.”

Oh, how close you are to punching that smirk off of his face.

“Then since you seem to know everything, my oh so helpful friend, why don’t you tell me what I’m missing?”

“With pleasure.” His cup finds the surface of the table as he ponders your demand for a moment. “You’re missing someone who meshes well with your personality.”

“That’s not true. Everyone I’ve been with so far—“ His skeptical look makes you stop short. “Okay. Maybe we forced it because we thought it was love. But that’s besides the point! There was still an attraction! I think...” You huff and bury your face in your arms, nearly almost sprawling on the table. You’re too depressed to even consider how impolite your actions look, and Scaramouche scoffs at your poor display of manners. “Where am I even going to find someone who ‘meshes well with my personality,’ hm?”

“I’m sure you’ve already found them.” He clears his throat, tracing a finger along a sanded knot in the wooden table. “You’re sitting across from him.”

Whether he intended for you to hear that whispered part, you can’t say for sure. But your head perks up and you fix him with a lopsided grin. “You’re kidding.”

“Hm?”

“Me and you, a couple?” A small giggle escapes your lips and you swipe the remaining tears out of your eyes. “Don’t joke about that. I’m trying to be sad here!”

It wasn’t a joke, he almost says and he catches himself, suddenly self-conscious.

“I don’t think we’d work out,” you continue, motioning between you and him. “We’d hardly see each other and you don’t seem like the type for romance. Besides, I’m not attracted to you in that way. You feel the same, right?”

Scaramouche stares into his cup before he meets your gaze, a tight smile gracing his expression. “Of course. Your inability to settle isn’t all that attractive.”

Your eyes roll and you finally pick up your own cup to take a large gulp of lukewarm tea. The bitter Harbinger observes your actions with narrowed eyes. There’s a distinct pain that taps at his hardened soul, splitting it apart as your words echo within his spinning head. I don’t think we’d work out. I’m not attracted to you in that way. Why is he suddenly feeling...upset? He’s not one for pitiful emotions; he’s a Harbinger, not a lovesick fool! He ought to glare at you and storm off, demanding the two of you never speak again. But he won’t say that because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Because he cares for you. Because he loves you.

You feel the same, right?

No, that’s not right. This is the love he’s been wallowing in since he first got acquainted with you. It’s strange when he remembers every event that has led up to the blossoming feelings that reside deep in the epicenter of his heart, but it’s even more strange that he can’t find the courage to voice his own opinion.

“We wouldn’t mix,” he reaffirms your statement with a cold tone. There is no warmth in his eyes. “After all, your taste in tea is as bad as your taste in partners.”

And even though he wishes you could see through his walls—just this once he’ll allow you to tear them down for the sake of a half-baked confession—you just sit there and grin, no longer teary-eyed and forlorn. How odd. His heart feels far heavier than it’s ever been before. And you’re already scanning your surroundings, hungry for a love that will never keep you sated. Perhaps you weren’t even sad in the first place.

Upon realizing this, Scaramouche wants nothing more than to disappear into the wood like a feeble worm and never come back out.

You Must Break Another.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenario #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #xiao scenario #xiao #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche scenario #scaramouche

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omg hi i just realized i would also like a chubby s/o with rohan as well please (i am not sure if he would be considered part of the duwang gang or not!) please and thank you! the s/o can be gender neutral or whatever you’re most comfortable with!

Figure Drawing (Rohan Kishibe x Chubby/Plus size! Reader)

Rohan asks Y/N to model for him

Warning(?): Light insecurities, but nothing major ! If this kind of thing makes you uncomfortable please feel free to not read! <3

The bell jingled in greeting as you entered the cafe. You scanned the area, looking for the manga artist you called your boyfriend. Today he asked you to meet up here, only saying that he just wanted to chat and nothing else. Of course you were nervous on what that could mean; you've been dating Rohan Kishibe for about a month now and it's possible that he could've been bored of you already.

Rohan found you first and called you over. "Ah Y/N, glad you could meet with me darling" he gave you a quick kiss that never failed to make your cheeks heat up. "Hey Rohan. What did you want to talk to me about?" You asked, preparing for the worst to come. You liked Rohan a lot, so if he really did want to break up, you needed all of the mental prep you could get. "Oh yes, about that. Later this week I want you to model for me. As an artist it's my duty to capture diversity in my work. Drawing the same old body type gets repetitive and boring fast. Plus, I don't need people thinking I'm a one trick pony."

Oh that's a lot to take in.

It's not that you were ashamed of your body. You were bigger than most people and you taught yourself that it wasn't something to feel bad about. No one tried to make you feel bad about it. And if anyone did give you unwarranted comments, you would simply brush them off. You figured that they were just insecure themselves and hated seeing a fat person be confident in themself for once. This kind of attitude was actually what attracted Rohan to you in the first place.

Soon enough the day came. You stood at his doorstep with a mix of nervousness and excitement. You knocked on the door and soon enough, the man who's been plaguing your thoughts ever since he pitched the idea welcomes you into his home. "Welcome Y/N, I hope you're doing well." He looked at you with a smile.

"Rohan, are you sure about this? I haven't had any experience doing any model work." Rohan rolled his eyes "Of course I want you to do this. I wouldn't be asking you to do such an important job if I didn't think you were perfect for it." You thought about it and you decided to agree. You trust the artist enough and who knows, it could be a fun experience.

He led you into his office, blinds closed and a changing divider in the corner of the room. It was facing away from his desk. "Okay darling, I'm going to need you to undress over in the corner. Nothing drastic, it's harder to capture the natural human form if they're covered in clothing."

Of course you knew this, it was a detail he mentioned when you two were talking at the cafe, but you didn't really think too much about it. Although you don't tend to wear baggy or oversized clothes, he hasn't seen everything. He hasn't seen every stretch mark, cellulite, etc decorating your plush body. It feels different when you're in your underwear compared to actual clothes, no matter how they fit or how much it reveals. You guess it's just how intimate the situation is, despite you two not doing anything too exciting.

You stepped out in front of the divider in your undergarments, an unusual shyness coming over you. Rohan glanced at you and his face turned pink. He was breathless in the best way possible, you were truly perfect to him. "You look amazing, Y/N." He took your chubby hand in his slightly boney one and led you to an area where he wanted you to stay at. "Now remember, if you start feeling uncomfortable tell me. I have no issue ending the session if you don't want to continue." "Of course." You smiled, feeling more confident as he looked at you with a lovestruck expression only you could see.

All throughout the afternoon he asked you to do multiple poses, ranging from a simple front, side, and back view of your body to action based poses. He allowed you to take as many breaks as you wanted and he praised you constantly for being a great model.

It was surprisingly a fun afternoon, you too were able to be closer than you were in your relationship and teasing Rohan for staring at you for longer than he should was a highlight of your day. Maybe you should ask to be his model more often.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #rohan kishibe x reader #rohan kishibe #jjba x chubby reader

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You wrote on twitter that you were too young to be published and did fool things you later regretted. I'm curious about those regrets - is there anything you'd be willing to elaborate on?

I do want to clarify I meant I personally was probably too young, and I wasn't a babe in arms when I was published--I was 24, which is an adult! S.E. Hinton was 18 when her first book was published and she arguably invented young adult fiction. Jennifer Lynn Barnes was a teenager when her first book was published and she's always been a genius rock star. Some people are married and having kids and doing great at their jobs at 24, but some people are in college, or learning the ropes of their jobs and full-time work life in general and messing up because it still feels unfamiliar. Most of us, me included, will be making messes until we die, though we can hope for better messes.

My regrets aren't super secret--I would've conducted myself differently online and offline. One thing I've said before: I wouldn't link up my real name and my fanfic identity the way I did back when. That means having your juvenilia out there and judged, and yourself judged in a very particular way! It is hard to sit in the doctor's office and ask him for written proof you have cancer, because the internet will accuse you of faking it. (Yes that did happen. That poor man's face was like, 'Girl, why do you not live your life right.') As I've said, I have an assistant-with-antis who filters my social media and email so I don't have to come upon hostile stuff, and I do wonder if there are ways to inspire less hostility.

But to be clear regarding that example, I think fandom is awesome in many ways, and it's valuable to say you wrote fanfiction, just don't get too specific. One of my most cherished facts about a (fancy, brilliant, very bestselling) writer friend is that she wrote Sonic the Hedgehog fanfiction once. Many of my writer friends used to or still do write it! (Fanfic in general... I'm not outing a bunch of writers as avid Sonic fans...) And being open about my identity did mean I had some beautiful supportive readers from the jump, who were sweet to me and made friends with each other (Marmalade fish shoutout). I love that people connect over fiction, and that they connected over mine. My advice to others is to do it like Oscar winner Chloe Zhao, and be like 'yes I write it, yes the call is coming from inside the building, yes creative engaged people engage creatively in many ways, no you'll never know my online name!' And that's mostly how it's done these days--there are masses of fanfiction writers in TV, in movies, working as editors and agents in publishing, and who are writers, because people who are passionate about creativity are passionate about creativity in many ways. A decade ago and nobody was sure how it was going to go: I do think it went well generally, if uneasily for test balloons like me.

Overall, as regards regrets, if you're alive, you're making mistakes, and if you're growing, you're learning from them. Often the more you care, the more mistakes you make. There are some things only life experience can teach you, and I've seen people who came into writing with experience from being, for instance, lawyers which they were able to use in many ways, and there were times I wished I'd acquired experience or lost naivety in a job that wasn't my dream job. Sometimes I really didn't know what was going on, and later I was like 'Ohhh! Oh Lord.' I would say a few things I wish I'd known: How to draw boundaries like circles of salt that others couldn't cross. The personal and the professional are going to blur, but it's still important to try and differentiate them. How to pick your battles: recognise the unwinnable, find the most likely strategy for victory with the winnable ones. Know that people won't like you just because you're making life more convenient for them, so don't do it for that reason. OMG abide by contracts and make sure the contracts cover every eventuality. Learn the art of standing your ground calmly. (One day, I'll get it.)

But getting published at any age is complicated: I have one friend who was sure she was going to die after she got her publishing contract because it was her dream accomplished, and what was left? I have more life experience in my 30s, but I also had most of those years totally slain by cancer: my writing went off a cliff long before I was diagnosed, and then I couldn't write, and since then I've been scrambling. If I'd been published first at 30 I might have handled myself in style, but there definitely wouldn't have been two trilogies before the long pause. One very lovely, very talented lady who was first published in the same year I was died shortly after. You don't know what's coming: Margaret Mitchell was hit by a speeding drunk driver and we'll never know if rumours she planned to write a sequel to Gone with the Wind are true. The people whose first books were out in 2020 had a tough time, and I would've freaked out if I'd been in their position and am glad I didn't have a non-tie-in novel out--it was very strange to have two tie-ins out that year as it was! People were reading books in 2020, but it was harder for new books to get on their radar.

I didn't write the tweet to alarm anyone, or say there was a magical time it was best to be published at. Lots of amazing writers aren't published, are published feeling they're too young, are published feeling they're too old. I think my tweet was really to say, there's no precise right time, and no way to execute your dreams exactly right. I do look back on stuff and think, oh lord, me at 30 might have handled THAT better. I hope that I'll look back at me now from 50 and go, I'd crush the stuff that crushed her!

Are there things I would change, sure. But I probably would make different mistakes if it had all happened differently for me. Humans constantly torment ourselves imagining the magic way we could've got everything right, a task exactly nobody has accomplished. I've never lived a perfect life or written a perfect book, and I don't know anyone else who has. I'm really glad I was published, and really proud of all my books. If you've never done something you've regretted, how much have you done? Keep going.

#stumbling through publication #writing #fanfiction

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

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Prompt: Hi!! I really love your writing and always look forward to when you update, I can’t tell if your prompts are open (please ignore this if they aren’t!) but if they are I have a prompt for your (un)wanted series; each of the fae making Virgil laugh for the first time, at first he’s insecure/scared to laugh because of experiences in the village but he slowly learns to be ok/comfortable laughing thanks to the fae; again, if your prompts aren’t open I apologize and hope you have a nice day!! - anon

so uh

hey

did you guys know that this past Friday was the one year anniversary of the first chapter of (un)wanted

'cause wow

uhhhhhh I'm not good at speeches so have fluff

Read on Ao3 (Un)Wanted Masterlist

Warnings: none!

Pairings: DLAMPR, it’s found family nonsense

Word Count: 5419

Whether or not they agree on who made Virgil laugh first is irrelevant, the point is that they’ll find something to argue about sooner or later, and when they do, Virgil’s learned enough to curl up with Oliver and just watch. Preferably from the safety of the kraken’s head, a little bit away from the shore, where he’s close enough to hear the things they say but not close enough to be in the way.

It was Oliver’s idea to do that, actually. Virgil…hasn’t been the best at learning how to deal with anger. Other people’s anger, in particular, for completely understandable reasons.

It had been Logan who spotted it, coming over to his side when the twins were having an argument over what side of the lake they were each taking jurisdiction for that decade and Roman’s voice had risen, Remus’s voice had multiplied, and Logan had seen Virgil curl in on himself, clutching his tunic tightly around him and trying desperately to vanish into the wall.

Once the twins realized what was happening—namely, Virgil breathing heavily in Logan’s arms as he glared at the two of them for being so oblivious—they’d stopped right away, calming down and crouching to be smaller so that Virgil could see them, see them, not their anger, and apologize. Remus had tugged Virgil into his lap as part of his apology and Roman had ruffled his hair and promised that he’d never raise his voice around him again.

Logan had been quiet as Virgil clung to him, only later working up the courage to ask what was wrong with him.

“Nothing is wrong with you, little one, you’re experiencing symptoms of your trauma.” A cool hand had passed over his forehead, smoothing his hair back from his face. “Your experiences with human anger have not been good, it stands to reason that you react to it.”

“But—it’s stupid,” Virgil had spat, “I know—I should know you guys won’t—won’t—“

“Shh, shh, hush, now…that’s it. Come back here for a moment. There you go.” Logan’s chin had come to rest on top of Virgil’s head. “Knowing something theoretically and properly internalizing it are two different processes, little one. It’s going to take time.”

“But I’ve given it time.”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that. There’s no textbook on healing from trauma.”

“There should be.”

Logan had chuckled. “I don’t think even with our combined lifetimes we would be able to read it.”

But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t start trying to help Virgil work through it. It had been the twins who started taking the bigger steps; sometimes Roman or Remus would be spending time with Virgil and the other would bustle in, muttering about something or other gone wrong. A patch of kelp that kept getting infected, a herd of deer that insisted on trampling half of the garden, something. And as they talked, the other would coax Virgil into their lap, keeping him grounded. Their voices might raise, just a little, but they were very careful not to yell and the warm weight of arms around Virgil and a head on his shoulder kept him safe.

When someone couldn’t hold him, Oliver does. The kraken made no secret of how much he liked to hold Virgil—Remus muttered something about how he wasn’t jealous of a kraken, shut up, Roman—and had no reservations about extending an arm for Virgil to step into to wrap him up and carry him to safety. The others made sure not to yell, of course, but that meant that it manifested in other ways.

Logan’s hands turned blue.

Roman’s magic started to tingle from his fingers.

Remus’s tentacles came out.

Janus started hissing.

Patton’s chest glowed.

And sometimes, when he’s safely in someone else’s arms and high away on top of Oliver’s head, that was fine.

Virgil shuffles a little, careful to keep his weight squarely on top of Oliver, not shifting too much either side. Of course, that’s easy when Oliver is really fucking huge. And the kraken burbles every now and then, shifting slowly from side to side in the water, careful not to jostle him too much. He pats the spot next to him in thanks and the water thrums with Oliver’s purr.

Onshore, about twenty feet away, he makes eye contact with Logan. Logan rolls his eyes dramatically, the sheer exasperation on his face making Virgil snort. When he looks back, Logan’s face has softened considerably into such fondness that he can feel the tips of his ears flush.

“I don’t know why we’re still fucking arguing about this,” Remus says, drawing their attention, “I won! I got him to laugh first! So I win!”

“You have no proof of that,” Roman says immediately, “besides, you haven’t even told us what it is, how are we supposed to trust that?”

“Just because we’re not all Lolo with his meticulous journals and note-taking methods doesn’t mean I’m not right, you absolute—“

“Language!”

“Oh, I’ll show you fucking language—“

“How is it,” Virgil mumbles at Oliver, “that they’ve been arguing for so long and Remus hasn’t said what he thinks it is yet?”

The kraken just shrugs. Carefully, not moving Virgil, but he does shrug.

“Well, since you’re so adamant that you’re correct,” Janus drawls, effectively cutting off Remus and Patton’s tangent about swearing—which is something they never can quite put down—“why don’t you tell us what it is?”

“Roro and Pat were there,” Remus huffs, putting his hands on his hips, I don’t see what there is to argue about.”

“We were—oh goodness,” Patton sighs, “are you talking about the first time Virgil met Oliver?”

Remus beams. “Sure am!”

“Was that when I got absolutely covered in that voracious green slime that was determined to consume me?” Roman scoffs and wipes his sleeves at the memory of it. “Absolutely dreadful.”

Remus throws his head back and cackles.

“It was a wonder I was able to get clean,” Roman mutters, glaring at his brother, absolutely splitting his sides.

“Ah,” Remus sighs after a moment, wiping his eyes, “good times, good times.”

He points victoriously at Patton.

“See? You were there! You remember!”

Patton sighs. “I do…but that doesn’t count.”

“What?” Remus whirls around and gestures at Oliver, who stick up two tentacle tips and waves. “Are you discounting this magnificent, glorious beastie from our debate?”

“Technically that would be Oliver getting Virgil to laugh, not you.”

“Or,” Roman says, puffing his chest out, “it would be me. Since I was the one to get so egregiously wounded—“

“You were covered in slime,” Logan points out, “calm down.”

“—then it was me that sparked that reaction.”

Virgil rolls his eyes and pats Oliver’s head again. “You’re not just a beastie, you know that, right?”

Oliver rumbles under him.

“Okay, good.”

“Besides, that was barely a laugh.” Patton pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It was…okay, yes, it’s one of my favorite memories since Virgil has come to stay with us—“

Remus turns and shoots Virgil a wink over his shoulder.

“—but a laugh?” Patton looks at Logan. “What’s the definition of a laugh, Lo?”

“Technically, it’s to express certain emotions, particularly mirth or delight, through a series of spontaneous and usually unarticulated sounds.” Logan crosses his arms. “Which means that as long as it wasn’t planned and it wasn’t articulated, anything counts as a laugh.”

“Thank you!”

“Alright, alright,” Patton huffs, “always with the technicalities.”

“You were the one who asked me for the definition.”

“So what do you think it is,” Janus asks, examining his gloves with feigned disinterest, “since you’re so insistent that you know the correct usage of the word ‘laugh?’”

Virgil can see Patton’s grin from Oliver’s head.

“Why, the bread day, of course!”

As if on cue, several groans go up around the clearing.

“Patton, none of us were there for that—“

“You can’t just keep insisting on that one, it’s not like—“

“You can stop rubbing it in, Pat—“

“Of course, you need—“

“It was wonderful,” Patton says, raising his voice just a little to speak over the others, “he looked so happy.”

Virgil does actually remember that one too. And yes, okay, maybe he’s glad that he’s far away from the others so they can’t see the small smile spreading over his face at the memory. The warm kitchen, the smell of the bread, the soft warmth of Patton’s presence next to him…

Yeah, that’s a good memory.

Oliver thrums under him and he pats the kraken’s head absentmindedly. Patton sighs over on the shore as the others mutter amongst themselves. Then he claps his hands.

“Well, I think that’s me winning, so—“

“Hold on,” Logan says, holding up his hand, “as we said, you are the only one who was there. I would argue that a laugh where all of us were present is much more significant.”

He glances up at Virgil and his gaze softens.

“Considering the incredible amount of work that Virgil has done since arriving to stay with us, I’d say that marks…quite an achievement.”

Of course, as soon as one of them starts to get all sappy, the rest quickly join in. Virgil is incredibly glad that he can use shifting on top of Oliver’s head to duck away from the blush he knows is spreading all over his face. Mostly so he doesn’t have to look at the fondness and pride on their faces. Partly because he knows Roman would immediately become insufferable.

“So,” Roman says after a while, which means it’s safe to look up again, “what exactly did you have in mind?”

Logan crosses his arms, using one hand to adjust his glasses on his face. “Do we all remember the first time Virgil began to experiment with his webs?”

Virgil’s breath catches in his throat. Oh, he knows what Logan’s talking about.

The seasons had been turning, fall creeping in through the tendrils of the forest. The leaves had begun to change, dislodging themselves from their branches and twisting down through the air to land in massive piles on the ground. Carpets of red, orange, purple, and brown had covered the paths they would walk, fruits growing heavy and ripe. Roman and Patton had spent hours out in the woods near the lake with him, plucking berries off the trees and eating them until their mouths and fingers were stained with the juice.

The trees around the clearing had lost their leaves a little quicker than the others, leaving their limbs bare, the naked wood gleaming in the sun. The light had warmed the leaves during the day, leaving them dry and crunchy as they walked over them. Something Virgil hadn’t minded at all during the day—he had gotten into more than a few playful encounters with Remus, crashing through the leaves just to hear them crunch—but when night had rolled around…

The thin limbs blowing in the breeze hadn’t been pleasant reminders that the seasons were changing. No, they were fingers tapping threateningly on the windows, or looming there to scratch him if he moved too much.

Logan had noticed him hovering just outside the clearing the next day, softly placing a hand on his shoulder after alerting him to his presence and asking, gently, what the matter was.

“The…the trees,” Virgil had muttered, balling his fists up in shame, “I, um…they…”

Logan had taken one look at the way the shadows fell around the clearing and nodded firmly. “I understand, little one.”

He’d tucked Virgil up in his arms when Virgil asked, rubbing his back gently.

“Would you like to talk about it, or be distracted from it?”

“Distraction, please.”

Logan had smiled. “Have you had a chance to practice with your webs yet?”

“No.”

“Would you like to try now?”

“Uh, sure. What do we do?”

Logan had started to walk them toward the center of the clearing, explaining how spiders use their webs as a part of their consciousness.

“Wait, they what?”

Logan had nodded. “There is a theory of mind known as ‘extended cognition.’ It states that whilst humans—and most sentient beings—use their minds as a great deal of their processing of thought and feeling, we rely on a lot of external structures outside of our minds to help us think. Sometimes outside of our own bodies as well.”

“Whoa…” Virgil had looked down at his hands. “What do you mean?”

“Think of the way you organize your room.” Logan had gestured to Virgil’s door. “It’s laid out in a way that helps you think, helps you process information. It informs your decision-making sometimes, does it not?”

At Virgil’s nod, Logan had asked softly for his hand, beginning to make small circles in the air as Virgil started to let his webs slip.

“The same is true of a spider’s web. Picture the web as something of a hub.”

“A hub?”

“Yes. Do you remember talking about how spiders use their webs?”

“Yeah, as like a sensory extension. They can feel the vibrations of different strands in order to track their food or sense what’s coming for them.”

Logan had smiled. “Very good memory, Virgil, that’s excellent. Yes, they can tell the difference between different types of vibrations too, from different types of prey to debris to predators.”

A small web starts to form between the gaps in Virgil’s fingers.

“But what else they do is fascinating.” He tugs very gently on one of the strands. “The spider isn’t idle when it sits in the middle of its web. Rather, it’s constantly moving, checking each individual strand. Pulling this one a little tighter, tugging that one.”

Virgil watches as the light gleams off of the strands. He moves his fingers a little to watch them. “What for?”

“Pulling a strand tighter makes it more sensitive to vibrations.” He reaches up to Virgil’s head. “Like cupping your hand around your ear to hear things more clearly.”

“Whoa, that’s cool.”

“Mm. An external way of filtering what information the spider receives in order to better process it.”

Virgil had looked up at Logan. Logan had smiled softly and stepped back, letting Virgil spin the web between his own hands.

“…you think this will help me too?”

“I think that my research has shown that taking a spider’s web away from them severely impairs their ability to function,” had come the quiet reply, “and that you haven’t had much of a chance to spin freely.”

Virgil had looked down at his hands. The web had looked so small, too small. He had looked back up at Logan, chewing on his lip.

“Can I…?”

Logan had smiled and folded his hands behind his back.

Virgil had closed his eyes and reached.

There was something strange, he had realized, about being in your body without being in your body. Something like a wall, sometimes thick, sometimes only static, between you and whatever you sense. Hiding somewhere in a corner of your mind where you were in the world, but not really with the world. As if you were existing but just…slightly to the left.

His body didn’t need to do anything spectacular, it just needed to exist. He was a shape. Just a shape. Nothing more, nothing less.

And that was okay.

Without even realizing it, his four legs had lifted him up, suspending him a few inches off the ground as his hands continued to spin. He had felt them taking the web produced and moving it from place to place, but he wasn’t thinking about it.

He had just…done it.

He had been the slight crack in his left finger as he wrapped his hands around and around the threads of the web.

He had been the very tip of his upper left leg as it took the web and tossed it into place.

He had been the last strand that decided to stick to somewhere and make that its home.

When he had opened his eyes, an unknown amount of time later, his mouth had dropped open in awe.

The clearing, previously empty save for the bare-limbed trees and scattered leaves, was draped and covered in spiderwebs.

Logan, who must’ve been standing there quietly, had looked up and around him, eyes wide with wonder. He had turned slowly, spotting Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus, all staring around with wide eyes at the mass of webs that clung with gossamer elegance to the fabric of the world.

Virgil had hung there, suspended amidst the web, spinning slowly as he felt the world breathe.

Dusk had fallen, bathing the clearing in a soft light that reached gentle fingers out to paint thin blue shadows along the ground. The cool air had been weightless, blowing effortlessly through each strand and setting it to tingle. Everywhere a strand vibrated, a single drop of dew had formed, a single crystal in the half-dark.

A glittering hub.

And for the first time, Virgil had looked at something he’d made not with fear, not with anger, but with wonder.

And he’d laughed.

Giddy, child-like, bemused entirely by his creation and the way his body molded to the soft chimes of the web, spinning, spinning, unspun in the comfort of the mist.

Virgil’s legs twitch behind him at the memory of the first web, and as he looks down, he realizes he’s been idly toying with a web on top of Oliver. The kraken, of course, is more than delighted to realize he’s received a present, burbling happily as Logan finishes his quiet recounting of that evening. A lull hangs over the shore for a moment before Logan adjusts his tie.

“I believe I win.”

“Hold on,” Roman says, “let’s not be too hasty, here.”

“I do remember that,” Patton murmurs, glancing over at Virgil, “that web was so pretty.”

“Pretty enough for Logan to win?”

“Maybe not that pretty.” He sends a wink at Virgil.

Rude.

“Well,” Logan huffs, turning to Roman, “if you’re so certain, Roman, what on earth do you think it is?”

Virgil can hear the fucking smirk on his face from here.

“Have you all forgotten so quickly?” He spreads his arms. “Has the image of our sleepy little spider left your minds so soon after it happened?”

Oh.

Oh, no.

Virgil knows exactly what Roman’s talking about.

Okay, in his defense—who is he kidding, he knows damn well he set himself up for this. But it had been such a long day! He’d been working with Logan, trying to get the garden set up properly and that was hard, okay? Trying to manage the three different notebooks, the planters, the pots, the tools, it was a lot, and he still wasn’t used to using his new legs so he kept bumping into things and it was a lot. Then he had to help Patton with clearing out another section of the kitchen to make room for all the new baking pans and they were so loud and hard to manage and get the things in all the right places took so long and ugh. And then to top it all off Janus had promised to go with him on a walk and—listen, okay, the day was long.

And Roman is really, really warm.

He’d been walking back from the portal, drained from the effort of keeping his magic under control on the other side of the garden, panting slightly as he rounded the corner. He’d looked up just in time to see Roman shutting his red door behind him.

“Ah,” he’d said, coming over with a smile, “there you are, little honeybee, I’ve been looking for you.”

He’d taken one look at Virgil’s demeanor, however, and quickly softened his voice, coming a little closer, hands at the ready to ensure he was alright.

“What’s happened, little honeybee, are you alright? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine, Roman, I just—oh—“

“Shh, easy, hey, come here…” Roman had leaned Virgil gently against the side of the house. “Too much?”

Virgil had nodded wearily. “Think I just…pushed it a little too hard today.”

“It happens.” He’d run his hand gently through Virgil’s hair. “Magic-wise or just existence-wise?”

“Bit of both?”

“My poor little honeybee, you must be exhausted.” Virgil’s eyes had slipped closed for a moment as Roman had carded his hand through his hair again. “Do you want to be left alone, or can I take care of you?”

Virgil had leaned into Roman’s touch and mumbled something. Roman had chuckled.

“Those aren’t words, little honeybee.”

“Mm.” Virgil had managed to crack one eye open. “C’n I come with you?”

“Of course, Virgil, let’s get you somewhere warmer.”

Roman had guided him carefully through the red door, sitting him down and producing cloth and bottle out of seemingly nowhere. He had shushed any protests gently, saying that it didn’t matter that Virgil hadn’t been crying, he can still let Roman clean his face off. He’d cupped Virgil’s head and asked him quietly to look at him.

“I don’t want you to fall asleep here, little honeybee,” he’d murmured, “so try and stay awake until we can get you somewhere comfortable, alright?”

“I’m not that tired,” he’d protested, “I’ll be fine.”

Roman had just smiled.

And Virgil really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing him be so tired that he’d tried really hard to keep his eyes open. Even when Roman’s hand under his chin had been so warm, so confident in holding his head right where it needed to be. Even when the soothing repetitive motions of the cloth had coaxed his gaze not to Roman’s face but to the way the fabric moved in and out of his vision. Even when Roman had to pause and rewet the cloth and he’d let his eyes drift shut for a moment, just a moment.

Only to realize later that Roman had stopped completely, and was watching him with a quietly smug smile.

“Stay awake for me, little honeybee,” he’d whispered, “I’m almost done.”

“‘M trying.”

“I know, I know,” Roman had soothed, finishing cleaning his face, “and you’re doing a wonderful job for me.”

Then, of course, everything had gone wrong.

Because just that one little word of praise had been enough for the very tips of Virgil’s ears to go read, and of course, Roman had spotted it.

“Little honeybee,” he’d murmured, tilting Virgil’s chin up just a little higher, “what’s got you so flustered?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmm, nothing? Are you sure? Your ears look awful red.”

“It’s fine.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Roman had said lowly, still cleaning off Virgil’s face with gentle swipes of the cloth, “I’m sure it’s fine, little honeybee, I trust you completely, I’m simply worried. If I’m doing something wrong, then I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable.”

He says, as he’d looked directly into Virgil’s eyes.

“Why,” Virgil had whined out as Roman had chuckled, watching him cover his face, “are you so mean?”

“Sorry, little honeybee,” Roman had murmured, not sounding very sorry at all as he leaned forward to press a kiss to Virgil’s forehead, “I couldn’t resist, you’re too cute.”

“I am not!”

“Oh, little honeybee—“

“No,” Virgil had said—said, definitely, not pouted, “don’t respond to that.”

“If you insist.” Roman had given him another moment before reminding him that he still needs to finish. “I’m really almost done, I promise. It won’t take much longer.”

Of course, having someone hold your face when you were already flustered is not easy, and it was Roman, so…

“What happened,” he had asked as though he didn’t know damn well what had happened, “why aren’t you so sleepy anymore, little honeybee?”

Virgil had been quite impressed with the glare he’d managed to give Roman through the remaining blush on his cheeks. Roman had simply laughed.

“Alright, I deserve that.” He’d stroked a thumb carefully over Virgil’s clean cheek and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the other. “You did wonderfully, little honeybee, thank you. I’m all done now.”

Roman had turned away, putting the cloth and the bottle back into whatever aether he’d pulled them out of and offering his hand to Virgil.

“Come on, do you want to change into something else?”

The sleepy haze had returned by the time he’d managed to get into the softer clothes Roman had offered, all but stumbling into Roman’s arms as they retreated to the large mess of cushions and pillows. Roman had laid down first, Virgil on top of him, one hand tangled in his hair, the other scratching lightly at the center of his four legs.

“Shh, shh,” he’d coaxed when Virgil had started to whine, “none of that now, little honeybee, just relax.”

A soft knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“Roman, have you seen…” Logan had trailed off the instant he spotted them. “Ah. Nevermind.”

“Have I seen our little spider?” Roman had lightly knuckled Virgil’s jaw. “Yes, I believe I have. Did you need something?”

“Only to join you, if you’d allow me.” He’d glanced behind up. “Or rather, allow us.”

Virgil hadn’t been able to fully recognize the others coming in to join them around the mass of pillows, but he had registered the soft weight of Patton asking if he could dust him off a little and the soft gurgle of Remus as he settled in above them on the wall.

“My, my,” a voice had drawled, Virgil too tired to look over at Janus, “what a sleepy little spider.”

“Mm.” Virgil had felt Roman’s chest warm as the hand on his back continued to scratch gently. “Precious little spider.”

“Are you two just going to fuss at him until he falls asleep?”

“Why shouldn’t we?”

“Well, if you fluster him too badly he might not be able to sleep.”

“Why, Logan, I’m hurt. Surely you know we would never.”

Virgil still isn’t sure what it was, whether it was the drawl of Janus’s voice, Logan’s disbelieving scoff, or the very real memory of Roman enjoying driving him out of his mind a few minutes ago, but whatever it was, it bubbled up in the pit of his stomach and he started to giggle.

The room had gone quiet, just listening to Virgil lying on Roman’s chest, absolutely stunned.

“You’re so giggly, little spider,” Roman had teased, “so giggly, so adorable, I’ve never heard you giggle before. It’s so cute!”

“Giggle spider, is that a thing, Logan?”

“Well, it certainly is now.”

Roman had rubbed his back soothingly, still teasing, trying to lull Virgil back to sleep. Janus had reached over and tucked a blanket over the two of them, leaning down to kiss Virgil’s hair and murmur something about getting it out, little spider, it would be alright.

Virgil isn’t sure if that was the first time he’d fallen asleep with a smile on his face, but it wasn’t the last.

“…yes, alright,” Logan concedes, “that was adorable.”

Roman throws his hands up in triumph. “See? Everyone’s favorite is our giggle spider.”

Yeah, Virgil’s really glad he’s not standing next to Roman right now, and that he’s far enough away that they can’t see his blush if he ducks his head. He still gets all giggly when he remembers it, no use in reminding everyone of that now.

“Janus? Are you going to try and compete, or…” Roman strikes a dramatic pose. “Shall we commence with my victory already?”

Janus is quiet for a minute. Then he raises his hand and lets a little bit of the golden glow of the Claim flicker up around his hand.

“Virgil,” he says softly—oh, he’s using it so he doesn’t have to raise his voice, that’s clever— “would you come over here, please?”

“Uh, sure.” He pats Oliver’s head and the kraken burbles, wrapping an arm tightly around Virgil’s waist to set him on the shore near Remus. Remus reaches out to steady him, make sure he’s alright. “I’m good, thanks. I’m here now.”

“Yes, thank you, little mouse.” Janus tilts his head. “Do you have a favorite?”

“…favorite?”

“A time you laughed,” comes the soft voice, “do you have one? It’s alright if you don’t.”

Virgil glances around the circle, expecting to see scoffs or playful challenges or maybe—just maybe—someone will whisper that he knows theirs is the correct choice. But he doesn’t.

All he sees are curious expressions, even a few encouraging smiles.

“Wait, really?”

Janus nods. “Anything? It doesn’t have to be much.”

Virgil thinks. Does he? He remembers meeting Oliver for the first time, remembers making bread with Patton, remembers spinning in the clearing, remembers falling asleep on Roman’s chest.

Something else…something else…

“I remember,” he starts nervously, “it was one of the first times I went for a walk at night by myself.”

He looks around, maybe he wasn’t supposed to do that, but no judgment meets his gaze. He swallows.

“It was dark outside but the moon was really bright. I could see perfectly, even with the trees, all the way to the lake.”

He glances behind him, at Oliver, playing in the reeds.

“Oliver was asleep. He—I think it was after you guys spent the day cleaning out the underbelly of the caverns down there, he was really tired. So the lake was, like, super flat.”

He remembers little ripples, just the barest touch of the breeze to the surface of the water.

“And I, um, I realized that I’d never actually seen anything be that…” He struggles for a moment for the right word. “…still before.”

He shifts a little.

“Everything was always moving. Even when it was quieter, the water was never completely flat. There were waves, there were—there was always something.”

But not that night. No, that night it felt like the lake was breathing, not like the wind was blowing across it. If he sat still enough, it was almost as if he could watch it inhale and exhale, at peace in the moonlight.

“And I…I dunno, I really liked the way the moon looked.” He looks down at his hands. “It, uh, reminded me of what the Claim looks like.”

He’d sat there for a while, just staring at his hands, wondering how the gold of the Claim would look bathed in silvery light. He’d rubbed them together, trying to see if he could feel it, only for something else to emerge entirely.

He hears the gasps of Roman and Patton as a purple orb begins to form in his hands.

“I, uh…made this for the first time that night,” he murmurs, watching it spin and dance in his hands, suspended there, floating like some great bubble, “and it looked…like me.”

He remembers staring into it and not seeing anything but energy. About looking at it the way he used to watch the moon, the stars, anything he could never understand but wanted to, so desperately.

Only to realize that he already understood it.

Gone were the gauntlets, gone were the strings, gone were the threats of torture and hurt and pain.

All that was left was this.

And feeling that relief, seeing this orb as a manifestation of the fact that it was free…

In that release, he’d laughed.

“It was…the first time I think I realized I was me.”

Virgil looks up at them. The orb fades back into nothingness, leaving his hands empty. After a pause, Janus reaches forward and gently draws him in.

“That,” he says softly, “that is my favorite.”

“You fucking sap.”

“He has gone soft.”

“Oh, like you haven’t?”

And just like that, the petty bickering is back, but filled with fondness and barely concealed amusement and it’s so perfect, it’s so right, that Virgil can’t help himself.

Virgil can’t help it, he laughs.

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Can I request a angsty smut piece with Mammon and an MC that is friendly to everyone but actually loves him back but thinks he doesn’t have a high opinion of them because of all the insults? Like they believe them and it makes them sad so they think that their feelings are unrequited? Any gender pronouns are fine if you have time please -🐻

I’m sorry it’s so long! My angst isn’t very good (a little rushed) but I hope you enjoy! I had fun writing this~! 👻

Warnings: sad times, but then spicy times

Fateful Misunderstanding gn!mc

“N-not that I want to spend more time with MC.”

“Th-there’s no way THE great Mammon would fall for a mere human.”

“Hey! My one and only true love is Goldie here!”

It hurt hearing him say it over and over again. Insisting that you weren’t close, that he didn’t need you, that he didn’t want you. It hurt. Yet all you wanted was to hold his hand, hug a little longer, kiss his cheek, tell him how much you really...love him.

You shouldn’t have been surprised. He’s a demon, and not just any demon. THE Avatar of Greed. And knowing how popular he is with just about everyone made you feel as if he were out of your league. Why would he ever be interested in some human...?

But when he noticed the way you frowned around him, when you smiled your usual smile to everyone else, he started to regret his behavior. He wanted your smile more than anyone. How can he earn it back?

“MC, come watch a movie with me tonight.”

“Are you sure? I mean...you want to watch it with me?”

“O-of course!” Mammon was surprised and almost flinched at your hurt expression. What had he done? “MC...please come...I miss spending time with ya.”

He did? Mammon missed you? Your heart ached, hoping desperately that meant something. But not letting your heart take the lead just yet.

Later that night you were laughing and playing games with each other as the movie, long forgotten by you both, played. It was so easy to forget his words when he treated you like this. When you were alone and relaxed, everything was perfect. So why didn’t he feel the same way?

“MC. Im glad you’re smiling again.” His voice was soft and warm. But you couldn’t let hope draw you in any further. Lest you get hurt even more.

“Thanks. I’m sorry it’s hard to be around me. But I’m happy we’re spending time together.”

“Hard to be around? What are ya sayin?”

“Well...I know you don’t...like me very much.”

“WHAT!?”

You jumped slightly as you leaned away from him. You were both on the couch he kept just clean enough for the two of you. A look of shock and horror ran across his face. A face that said “Are you insane?”.

“MC! You’re the one I want to spend the most time with. I don’t not like you! I mean...” Mammon panicked as he spoke. Mortified that you’d think he...didn’t love you. “MC...I love you.” His red face still held a look of shock. Did he really just say it.

A few tears fell from your eyes as his words hit you again. But this time it wasn’t the gut punch they’d always been. The grip around your heart loosened for the first time in a long while.

“You always say...how much you don’t like me. How much you don’t want to be alone with me. I just thought...you really hated me.”

“Don’t cry! Ah, MC!” Mammon threw his arms around you. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry...”

You held him back, as tightly as you’d always wanted to. Pulling away only slightly, just enough to press his forehead to yours, Mammon wiped your tears way with the pads of his thumbs. Though your eyes still watered, you were soon smiling with joy.

“I love you too Mammon.”

Mammon’s heart almost stopped in his chest. He had already forgotten he said it. But hearing you say it now made him forget any embarrassment or regret he had. Without being able to stop it, Mammon’s lips were on yours. Soft at first but hungrier as you kissed him back.

Placing your hands on his face, Mammon almost purred against your lips. More. More of your touch. More of you. Parting your lips with his, Mammon’s smooth tongue played with yours. Fighting yours in an endless battle. It was like you were both pouring as much as you could into each other. Only when you both needed air did you pause a moment. Panting and gasping for air, you couldn’t believe the look of desire you saw on his face. You wondered if you looked the same. Because all you wanted was him.

“Mammon...”

“C’mon.” Mammon picked you up and tossed you on his bed not too far from the couch you shared.

Gently he eased you down, hovering over you to see your face. A frustrated growl left him as he kissed you again.

“Do ya know how long Ive wanted to do this?” He punctuated his rhetorical question with a rougher kiss. “How long I wanted to tell ya?”

Bracing your hands against his chest, Mammon pressed himself against you. You wish you could ask him the same things. So badly did you want to hold him, kiss him, be kissed.

You felt his hips rut against your leg slightly. You could feel how hard his dick was. Your own hips moved, returning the motion against your own. A groan slipped from Mammon who buried his face against your neck. You moaned his name as your hands ran down his back. Kisses planted themselves against your neck, making a chill run through you. Mammon silently communicated with you. Both of you moving apart for a moment to remove your clothing.

He undressed you slowly, taking in every inch of your perfect body. Curves, scars, freckles, anything and everything on your body, he made sure to memorize. On the contrary, you were too excited to get him naked. He laughed as you made quick work of every button and zipper. But he stayed in his underwear, there was a lot ahead of you and he didn’t want to ruin the surprise just yet.

Parting your legs he lapped at the sensitive tip of your sex. Sucking and licking experimentally. The volume of your moaning told him just what you liked. His thumbs dug into the underside of your thighs as you pressed the against his head, reacting to a pleasure reaching your core.

“Mammon...That feels good. So good.” Your hushed voice made his cock twitch. Hearing you say his name with such need was too arousing.

His fingers, slick with lube, pressed into you one by one. The feel of his tongue on the tip of your heat kept you relaxed while he stretched you. Feeling not only how many fingers inside you, but how deep they anchored inside had you gasping. Scissoring you open, his fingers pressed against your soft insides.

“Fuck, MC. I want to give ya more, but-! I don’t know if I can wait any longer...”

“I want it Mammon. Just like I’ve always wanted you.”

“I love you so much MC...”

With his usual cocky smile, he rested on his knees to remove his dark underwear. Stroking his throbbing cock, Mammon watched your reaction. He was long and thick, you could feel your mouth water slightly. Was he going to fit? Blushing deeper than you’d ever seen, Mammon rubbed the tip of his dick against your entrance.

“Don’t look at me with such hungry eyes...it makes me wanna take ya even more.”

“I am hungry Mammon. I...I’m ready.”

The large tip slipped inside you with some resistance. Mammon wished he’d taken more time to prep you. But you loved how you felt stretched out by his thick cock. Easing in slowly, Mammon braced himself on his hands on either side of you. His panting was heavy. A visible sweat on his forehead. You were so tight, your walls hugged him perfectly. He was almost too scared to move. Already wanting to come. Your own moan echoed slightly as he moved in and out of you thoughtfully. Mammon was almost hypnotized by the expression of pleasure you were making. He’d dreamed about this. He’d always wanted to make this happen somehow.

His hips picked up pace as your moans egged him on. Hearing you enjoy his cock, his love, and his rhythm made him want more. Your own hands gripped at his white locks as you kissed at his neck. Nibbling every other spot. When he reached a deep spot that made you clench around him, your teeth sank in slightly harder. Earning a deep growl from him.

“It’s so good...” it left you like a chant. “It’s so good, Mammon. I love you.”

“MC...Come for me. Let me hear you say my name.”

“Yes. Mmmnnn! Mammon...Mammon!”

Gripping your hips, he slammed his cock inside you, aiming for the familiar tight spot he felt before. Closing his eyes, he concentrated hard on not finishing just yet. He needed to feel you come around him. It wasn’t long after that the stars in your vision began to blur. Lips crashing against his, tongue tangling in a heated kiss. You were on the edge, feeling your core tighten unbearably so.

“Mammon...coming...hmmm.”

“Good MC, me too.”

As your kiss continued, you both fell over the edge quickly. Feeling him fill you up to the brim. You could feel how much pent up cum he was shooting inside you. It took a moment before you felt him empty himself completely.

“S-sorry, I didn’t know it’d be so much.”

After cleaning up, sharing softer kisses and cuddling up under his blankets, you felt so elated once more. Now you knew how he really felt. You knew how you really felt. And that was that Mammon was one of your deepest loves. And he was thinking the same thing.

#ns//fw #obey me smut #om! smut #obey me mammon #om! mammon #obey me fanfic #om! fanfic #request #gender neutral fanfic #gn!mc #gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #gender neutral smut #om! angst #obey me angst

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vincememes · 3 years

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banana fish starters

WARNINGS: IMPLIED SA, VIOLENCE MENT, DRUGS MENT spoiler warning . to make it less long, the rest is under a cut.

feel free to adjust pronouns / names as needed !

ASH LYNX

❛ even if i did know something, what good would it do? ❜

❛ even a stupid street punk like me knows that ❜

❛ i envy you … being able to jump like that. ❜

❛ what could be more relaxing than three days away from these guys? ❜

❛ i wish i could hate you. i need someone to hate. ❜

❛ someone is dead. not that you’d give a damn one way or the other. ❜

❛ treating him like you’re giving the pope a bath isn’t going to help. ❜

❛ aren’t there any decent parents in this world? ❜

❛ that guy always regarded me as a human being with a real heart, not some sort of tool. ❜

❛ this little act of charity, you’re going to regret this. ❜

❛ i tried to forget. ❜

❛ stay with me... i won’t ask "forever". just for now. ❜

❛ well, i already know you’re a sick man. ❜

❛ ready to lose your life over a pizza? ❜ ��

❛ my name... has become the signal for a massacre. ❜

❛ what on earth... have i become? ❜

❛ what do you think i am...? i’m a murderer... okay? ❜

❛ i told you before. i kill people. ❜

❛ they paid the price for their decisions— that’s all. ❜

❛ what the hell do you know?! ❜

❛ let‘s say i am ‘exceptional’. the problem is, i never, ever, my whole life wanted to be. ❜

❛ you said i am not like ordinary people. ❜

❛ there’ve been countless times in my life when i thought i’d be better off dead. ❜

❛ that nothing could be worse than what was happening to me right then. ❜

❛ at times like that...death looks sweet and peaceful, and unbearably enticing. ❜

❛ war is always good business for those in power. ❜

❛ sorry to destroy your youthful innocence. ❜

❛ you have any idea what those guys made us do? ❜

❛ don’t tell me you still believe the pen is mightier than the sword. ❜

❛ if you ask me, the white house can go screw itself. ❜

❛ i wonder if i’m dying somewhere. ❜

❛ i wasn’t expecting the law to protect me. ❜

❛ i’ve ignored it all my life... i sure as hell don’t plan on hiding behind it now. ❜

❛ just keep them away from me— please! ❜

❛ this town’s my backyard, remember? ❜

❛ sunrise and sunset are about the only times this junkyard of a city looks good. ❜

❛ even if i said no, you wouldn’t go back anyway. ❜

❛ if you went home i’d probably worry if something happened to you. ❜

❛ so it’s better you’re right here, where i can keep an eye on you ❜

❛ some people never change. ❜

❛ vulture got together with the viper. you make a great pair. ❜

❛ why now after all this time— does it have to be you, of all people...? ❜

❛ i don’t stand a chance. i’m dust against him. ❜

❛ over my dead body. if anybody hurts you... it’ll be over my dead body— ❜

❛ i don’t care who it is. i am not letting anybody hurt you. ❜

❛ do i scare you? ❜

❛ dont give me your stupid advice. ❜

❛ i’m happy, goddammit! ❜

❛ i know there’s at least one person in this world who cares about me. who doesn’t want anything from me. ❜

❛ do you have any idea what that’s like? i never did... not once in my entire life—until now. ❜

❛ and that’s worth more to me than anything else. ❜

❛ go back home! don’t look at me! ❜

❛ i don’t want you seeing me like this! ❜

❛ my hands are dirty with other people's blood. ❜

❛ i don't even know how many people i've killed. ❜

❛ i'm bad news. ❜

❛ i wish i could’ve been like you. ❜

❛ it’s just that… i always picture the worst-case scenario, that’s all. ❜

❛ guess it’s because i’m a coward. ❜

❛ i just can’t relax. it’s turned into a habit. ❜

❛ i was so scared i couldn’t speak, i couldn’t cry, and i screamed in my head, but... nothing came out. ❜

EIJI OKUMURA

❛ if i ever lose you too... i'll go crazy. ❜

❛ come back safely. i'll be waiting for you, forever. ❜

❛ if you feel responsible, the same goes for me. ❜

❛ my words might not mean anything now, but just remember one thing. ❜

❛ even if the world turns on you, i'll always be on your side. ❜

❛ humans can change their destiny. ❜

❛ if i'm going to die anyways, at least i'll die trying! ❜

❛ don't apologize. that's something for people like me to do. ❜

❛ i'd do anything for you. ❜

❛ i know we'll meet again, no matter how far apart we are. ❜

❛ you're the greatest friend i'll ever have. ❜

❛ you're not alone. i'm by your side. my soul is always with you. ❜

❛ you asked me over and over if you scared me. but i never feared you. not once. ❜

❛ i'm really glad i came here. ❜

❛ i met lots of people. and more than anything, i met you. ❜

❛ that’s when i decided. i would always believe in you, no matter what. ❜

❛ no matter what happened, he would always have at least one person... ❜

❛ i am very worried because i haven’t seen you and i don’t know if you are okay. ❜

❛ but so what? we are friends. isn’t that enough? what else do we need? ❜

❛ actually, i always felt that you are hurt, much more than me - that your spirit is wounded. ❜

❛ i know you are much smarter than me, and bigger, and stronger - but even so.. i always wanted to protect you. ❜

❛ but what did i want to protect you from? ❜

❛ i think i wanted to protect you from your future. ❜

❛ because your fate was sweeping you away, like a flood. ❜

❛ but i’m not saying “goodbye” to you... because this isn’t goodbye. ❜

❛ are you going off on your own again? ❜

❛ somewhere far away.. without a word? ❜

❛ i want to see you. i wish i was with you right now. ❜

YUT-LUNG

❛ a bloody history is inevitable when you are the one ruling. ❜

❛ what's wrong? you hated him, right? guess what? so do i. ❜

❛ no need to glare. i won't eat you up. ❜

❛ there's nothing you can do to help. ❜

❛ and what can you do to help? ❜

❛ you really irritate me. ❜

❛ you make people want to protect you or make them want to tear you apart and crush you. ❜

❛ so, what to do with you now. ❜

❛ i heard you tried to escape again. you have some spunk. ❜

❛ we have hired him, his target is your friend. ❜

❛ i have other things for you to do for me. ❜

❛ we still have two more scorpions. ❜

❛ i am a monster, too. ❜

❛ i'm not hearing any good news. ❜

❛ you become all tame when you’re around them. ❜

❛ you’ve degraded from a lone lynx to a content pet cat. ❜ ��

❛ depending on your answer, i may not forgive you. ❜

OTHER CHARACTERS (shorter, max, sing, shunichi, etc.)

❛ his face when he laughed was cute, and childlike, and totally angelic. ❜

❛ it's my problem too! if you go alone, you'll just be killed. ❜

❛ you'll die for nothing! ❜

❛ i won't let you go alone. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but believe me when i say this: i'll die before i let them lay a finger on you. ❜

❛ i can't anymore. set me free. i'm in so much pain. ❜

❛ we need to stay apart so at least one of us survives ❜

❛ if the former boss gets hit then it's the duty of the new boss to make the drop. ❜

❛ if we don't fight back now, we'll forever be expendable tools. ❜

❛ you asked me to look after them. ❜

❛ yes, honey. ❜

❛ that’s for you to decide for yourself.. ❜

❛ what’s wrong? you can’t punch me from that far back. ❜

❛ this will be the last time i give you a word of advice. ❜

❛ time is an ironic thing. for us, it means to age. but for people like him, it means to grow. ❜

❛ i love all women. they're beautiful and strong. like life itself. ❜

❛ it would only be making another one of us. ❜

❛ one more wretched being, unloved and unloving, whose only sustenance is hatred and nihilism. ❜

❛ don’t fight your memories, cuz you’re never going to win. ❜

❛ i guess home isn’t something you want to remember if you ran away from it. ❜

❛ in one second i knew he could read everything on my mind. ❜

❛ i wondered when this boy had started to watch out for his soul, then i knew how much he had suffered. ❜

❛ you are the most beautiful and the most dangerous, of all the beasts i have ever known. ❜

❛ rather than hate and be triumphant, you chose to love and be destroyed. ❜

❛ i staked my life on that choice. please try to accept it. ❜

❛ one who does not love cannot be loved, either. ❜

❛ you at the very least knows what it is to love. ❜

❛ how can you expect someone who suffered so much to have any respect for authority? ❜

❛ fine line between offender and victim it’s hard to know where to draw it. ❜

❛ there’s something about you that i just can’t hate. ❜

❛ 'cause you’re hurt your soul’s bleeding-even now. ❜

❛ you’re just like me that way. ❜

#rp starters #rp starter meme #s;; banana fish #banana fish rp meme #inbox starters #ask meme #rp ask meme #ask prompt #prompt starters #meme prompt #askbox meme #rp meme #i may have missed some good quotes i'm sorry

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kass-storycorner · 3 years

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*cough* so i really love your work!! i love everything your put out so far however i’m now going to request for angst mwehehrh. Feel free to reject this if you aren’t comfortable!!

archon x albedo but they break up with him because they still haven’t moved on from their past lover that was slaughtered and felt it would be unfair if they stayed with albedo if they still loved someone else? Thankyou!!!

don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry

I'm so sorry that it took this long, I have been working a lot the past month and I've not been well mentally soooo yeah, but I'm glad I finally finished it! I was suprised myself at what I wrote, I only had to write an ending for this so ouch haha

thank you so much for your kind words I’m- ahhh I’m so happy that you love what I shared ( ˙꒳˙ )

I’m so insecure with my writing so it’s reassuring to hear such kind words!

about the request: ooooOOOH I love this!!! And honestly my mind went directly into thousand different directions to make it even MORE angsty ahaha poor Albedo ( ╥ω╥ )

Genre: Angst, Hurt, no comfort, a bit fluff in between but it's more bittersweet

Rating: SFW

Content Warnings: mention of Khaenri`ah, mention of blood

Word count: 1,811 words

Characters: Albedo, gn!dendro Archon reader

Format: Text

Fic is under the cut!

“-and I think it is best to go separate ways from now on.” Ah, how peculiar. What is this strange feeling in Albedo’s chest? It feels like there is no air in his lungs anymore, an unsettling feeling spreading from his stomach through his whole body. Feverously he searched his mind for a reason for your words. Go separate ways? He heard what you said, but at the same time he did not understand the meaning of your words. Albedo stood there in your shared bedroom, stiff as a board his eyes pierced through you, no longer looking at you. It was as if you weren’t there.

“Albedo?”, your head peaked through the door of his office, sending him a smile. He peaked up from the work on his desk, strands of blond hair falling in front of his eyes. “Ah, (Y/N), hello,” curling his lips into a small smile at your sight. You stepped into the office, walking around the table, and leaning on it right beside him. His eyes were fixed on you. “Busy?” you asked as you brushed the strands of hair back behind his ear. A faint blush crept unto his face; you wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for how close you were to him. Clearing his throat he looked back down on the papers in front of him, answering your question. “Umm, well yes. The next expedition to the Dragonspine and my experiments need to be organised, though the formalities of filling out the forms for Jean is nothing that I am interested in.” He heard you chuckle at his words, wondering what was so funny about them. “I wonder”, you began, leaning down to him, so close the tips of your noses nearly were touching, “if is there something here that might interest you more.” “I supposed, there is,” he said and closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss.

“Albedo?”, your concerned voice pulled him out the pleasant memory that crossed his mind. He had been quite for a while now, it worried you. You weren’t sure how he’d take it, you asking to break off your relationship. It had been quite pleasant so far, the last few months with him. There weren’t any quarrels between the two of you nor reasons for the heartbreak Albedo felt right in this moment. You both were always honest to each other, about who and what each of you were. And because of this honesty each of you valued you had to break his heart. “I-“, his voice was hoarse, it had more emotions in it than he liked it to. “I need to ask you this… why?”. He finally looked at you, his cerulean eyes filled with pain. Ah, the dreadful question you knew he would ask, but you hoped he wouldn’t. There was no use in lying to him now, to not share the true reason for why you’re breaking up with him. Though you secretly wished that you could spare him the truth.

You sat under the shadows of a tree, eyes closed and feeling the warm summer breeze on your skin. “Please, don’t move.” At that you opened your eyes, looking at Albedo sitting across of you with his sketchbook and a pencil in his hands, sketching a portrait of you. “You quick with your hands, I doubt my small movements would change anything that you draw,” you said in a teasing tone, earning a raised brow from him, but no comment. There you were, the two of you. Sitting in the shadow, a comfortable silence surrounding the both of you. You watched the way Albedo furrowed his brows, looking up to you and then down to the paper, for him to sigh in frustration and starting a new sketch. “Somethings wrong?”, it has been the fourth piece of paper he rips out of the book and tosses aside. “I seem not to be able to capture your features correctly, something always is a bit off.” “Let me see,” you lean forward trying to grab one of the sketches he tossed away, but Albedo was quicker to snatch them away. “Don’t,” he says, hiding the pieces of paper behind his back. “Oh, come on, Bedo. I wanna see, I can’t look that bad” you joke, moving closer to him hoping to get a peak at his fifth sketch. Before you could even come close to taking a look he closed the sketchbook, denying you access to it. “No matter how often I try to draw you, it never does you justice”, he sighs, pinching the bride of his nose. You were close enough to him now to lean your head on his shoulder. “You know, it is quite the challenge to get the godly features of me right,” taking his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “But I’m sure in all of the centuries I’ve lived through you might be the first one to succeed at it.”

You took a deep breath, dreading the answer you were going to give him. There was no way to sugar coat it and you were sure Albedo wouldn’t want to hear a long winded explanation if it wasn’t needed. Like a bandaid that needs to get ripped off you decided to do it as quickly as possible. “I don’t love you. I’m sorry, Albedo.” At your words Albedos heart was shattering into thousand small pieces. He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the tears that were trying to fall from his eyes… still, he had so many questions for you. His mind was racing, but all he could bring out was again the same question as before. “Why?”

“Albedo, please believe me when I say I wish I could. I wish I would love you, the way you deserve it. The way I want to, the way I still love them. You mean a great deal to me, please believe this. The time we spend together was time I enjoyed and that’s why I feel the need to be honest with you now. I hadn’t said anything before because I believed I could open my heart again, open it up for you. However it seems it’s impossible for me and I am so sorry for it. I shouldn’t have led you on like this…”

Blood curling screams were filling the streets of a small city that did not exist anymore. War was always present in Teyvat, there have been the past thousand years without it, but before that? The land was filled with the blood of mortals and god alike, the first ones killing each other in the names of the second ones. The reasons for most of the wars were laughable. One started them out of hurt pride, the other to broaden their territory and a third just out of sheer boredom. Not caring a bit about the humans that were caught in the crossfire of the gods. So when the Archon War began, similar to the ones before but just the scales were so different. There you were, a small deity. The god of the woods as they called you. You never liked the blood shed, it poisoned the earth so that no plant was able to grow. Before you were able to just avoid the wars, this time around you had no choice. And in the middle of this war you met someone astonishing. Until this day you couldn’t say if it was a curse or a blessing that they made their way into your life and your heart. All you know now is just the deep grief that is always there with you since they are gone. In the middle of bloodshed and darkness that the Archon War brought with it you found someone who made you forget the horrors of it, who made the burden of the crown easier when you rose to the position of the Dendro Archon after it - a position you didn't want at first, it falling into your hands by mere coincidence. After that you spend some marvelous years with that one person by your side, but even those who aren't entirely human are mortal, even gods can be killed. With another War that came, they left your side, wanting to protect you, to protect Sumeru. Brutally slaughtered by the hands of an enemy that envied your position, your power. Now all what remains of them is the dry earth. The massive woods of Sumeru turned into deserts, a consequence of your grief. And when the day came for another war, more blood and destruction at Khaenri`ah you decided to leave. To cut all ties with Celestia and give up the seat you never wanted in the first place.

Albedo knew most of this. He knew who you are, he knew of your nature before you made him fall in love with you. You never just told him about your past lover, too much did their loss still hurt and, what you were ashamed of admitting, too much did Albedo resemble them. In the silence of the shared room you finally told him what orginally drew you to him - how much you really wished you were able to love him for himself and while yes, you liked him very much, it was someone else you saw in him when you kissed. Someone else you wished he was. At first you didn't knew it yourself, in the beginning you really believed it was possible for you to find new love... but you still wished most days they were with you. It was time to be honest with him, to speak the truth, no matter how much you hurt him. "Albedo...", you began slowley, your voice drifting to him, but what sounded like a sweet melody just hours before now makes him feel sick. "Don't." he interrupted you. "I thank you for your honesty and for telling me the truth, but I don't need to hear more." With that he left the room, making his way towards his lab on Dragonspine. Not one person in Mondstadt would think of Albedo as a dumb person, everyone says how they are impressed with how smart he his... so why does he feel so stupid right now? He was a fool to believe that he was loveable, that someone saw him for who and what he was, not what they wanted him to be. For now he just wants to be alone again, surround himself with his work and ignore these feelings in his chest. The heartbreak, the betrayel... but also the feeling of relief. Albedo did wonder how much it would've pained you if he ever loses control, but now this is not a concern anymore. And still, as he made his way up Dragonspine he couldn't help the frozen tears coming spilling from his eyes.

#genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #albedo #genshin impact #albedo kreideprinz #albedo genshin impact #genshin #fan fiction #angst #hurt #no comfort #genshin angst #i am not happy with the ending but i guess it's okay #my mind was going in a 'maybe albedo goes to the knights hq and meets kaeya there' and yeah I'm stuck in Kaebedo brain rot fight me

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mrskurono · 3 years

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a/n: this is the first installment(?) of the Nori brain rot from ages ago w/a Studio Ghibli vibe, idk man this just happened word count: 2.2k tags: post!Shibuya arc, possible spoilers, blood, violence, cursing(?), heavily Hoizer inspired, kinda edited character(s): Noritoshi Kamo, fem!sorcerer reader pt ll

Curses stank.

In a metaphorical sense yes. But also in a literal sense for you.

These twisted beings permeated your senses like a rot that you could never rid. Unless exorcised they stuck around in your nostril for days. Each one a different smell but all of them stuck in your craw all the same.

Beasts of rancid nature in behaviors and looks. Nothing more than to be exorcised by sorcerers. You learned quickly that exorcising the curses was no different than taking out week old trash.

What you hadn’t planned on was someone doing more than dumping trash on the world. Whatever had happened. Suddenly you were faced with more than just dutiful tasks of keeping non sorcerers safe. A monsoon of trash had been dumped not only on you. But every human in this world.

Your nostrils burned. And you couldn’t be rid of these things quick enough. Each one you exorcised only meant two or three popped up in their place. Never ending. You couldn’t stomach this smell though. It wouldn’t kill you before you got a breath of fresh air.

Glancing around you take a deep breath. Mountain air on the outskirts of Kyoto during this time of year always meant a refreshing break from the city stank. What you smelled wasn’t refreshing. It was that same vile smell you could clearly recall.

A curse. One that was close too.

To thread carefully was to perhaps save your life. Every aspect of daily life ripped from you. As well of millions of others. You had done your part to try and protect those around you. Soon finding it in slight vain as you sought out some place to find your own breath of fresh air in this madness.

‘It’s close....I feel like I’m gonna hurl.’ Thoughts toying with where the curse might have hidden itself. You keep a firm grip on your hilt with every intent to draw it the second the creature made the mistake of slipping up.

Where you could smell it lurking. There was something else. Almost metallic in scent. You ignored it though. Nothing over powered the scent of a curse. You longed for just the sight of these things. Told over and over again how handy it was to have more than one sense open to curses. Each and every time you took a whiff of one, it made you wish nothing more than to just be able to see these creatures instead of smell them as well.

‘Wait-’ Every alarm in your body went off. Snapping around you couldn’t smell the rancid putridness of the curse anymore. That same metallic scent hung around though. You couldn’t identify it. It was something you’d never smelt before but also so familiar.

Each hair on the back of your neck rose. This was an old deserted Buddhist temple. No one should have been here except you and the curse ransacking the place. A safe haven or so you thought. When your instinct told you to step behind one of the structural beams. You were suddenly glad you did.

Mere inches from your face, the gust of an arrow whistled past you. Weapons were not used by curses. Now you understood. That smell was human.

Quick to defend yourself, with sword drawn, you didn’t expect the same arrow to make a hard one eighty back in the direction you were. No wooden pillar to save you now. You raise your sword just quick enough to sheer the object in half. Rendering what ever power it was imbued with useless. As it had sped past you though the faint smell of iron suddenly became strong. Whatever it was from had a source. Likely human.

Not ready to give up your ideal hiding place to some interloper. You take only a second to focus on the unfamiliar smell. Faint. And not like a curse. There was something towards the back of the temple though that hinted that they were lurking where you couldn’t see them.

With an idea of where the attack would come from. When another arrow came flying by you from a faceless source, you were ready. Smacking it down before the enchanted weapon could turn on you like the first had. This time though you’d seen what angle the projectile was fired from.

‘Gotcha,’ No shortage of ways around a deteriorated temple like this. You duck down through a few broken beams and make your way up to where the attack came from.

Expecting to have but a lowly sniper sitting with no way to guard themselves. You find no one. But the scent lingered. Scrutinizing it closer you decided maybe to use a different sense, “...Hey, I know you’re not a curse! Neither am I! Maybe if you just-” Words cut off by another arrow whizzing past you. There was nothing ruder than being interrupted. Glowering in the direction that the arrow came from now you tightened you grip on your sword, “Ok! I get it- Strangers we might not-”

Another arrow. This time too close to your head for comfort. You lost your patience with the third one.

Recklessly charging towards the assailant was clearly enough to throw their game off track. Swinging your weapon before seeing what it was to lie before you. It was a surprise when your blade met with the dull thud of the wooden limb of a bow.

“What the-” You attack deflected for the moment being. Your first instinct is to jump back from whoever deflected your attack. In close enough range you thought you had the upper hand to avoid the bow. But that was purely lazy thinking on your part as the cause of the stank of iron became clear.

“Slicing exorcism!” This nobody who reeked of iron shot what looked to be a shuriken made of blood at you.

No time to be disgusted. An overwhelming scent of blood made it apparent what you’d been smelling. It wasn’t a simple metal. It was blood.

“Oh- Oh!” You raise your blade up in the nick of time to just get the splatter of cold liquid on your cheeks. Disgusted in passing you have no time to dwell as the stranger before you makes to dart away. With their head of dark hair in your line of sight, you weren’t ready to try and re-find them once again in this maze of debris.

Lurching forward you feel the upper hand stall when they stopped your attack once more with the brute of their bow. Clear view of them now. The man who’d clearly fired the arrows was all but composed when shaking off your attack. No way to not suspect another sorcerer caught up in this giant trash heap of curse attacks. You still have no time to play nice when they hurl another blood conjured weapon at you.

In such suddenness you are less lucky than you have been. This one catching your cheek and causing a sting to spread throughout the skin of your face. Fed up with this game you don’t care if he’s a sorcerer or not. This was a one for all situation now that you intended to win.

Firm foot hold found. You realize the man has cornered himself at this point. Range attacks out of the question. Undoubtedly giving you the upper hand now. With a hefty swing of your sword and the first time you’d channeled any energy into at all. You bring it down like a guillotine. Ready to strike flesh. Instead the snap of the bow is your first sign of an upper hand.

All but trash the man throws it aside but too slowly. You’re on him before the range attacker can pull that weird blood trick again. Slight intent to kill as if he were a curse. You swipe your foot down and knock him down to the temple floor with a hard thud.

You waste no time between the moment his head hit the ground and your above him. Tip of your blade pressed to his neck. One breath too deep from him and the sharp tip would pierce his pale skin. Eyes fixated down on him you realize in the moments after your adrenaline fades that he’s staring right up at you.

Sharp tongue your words come out curt only to be interruped right away, “Who are-”

“Another sorcerer-” His eyes open from the slits they’d remained in the skirmish, “What are you doing here? How did you-”

“I get to ask the questions!” You snarl, jabbing his throat with your sword just enough to watch a crimson bead peak from under the tip of your weapon, “You attacked me, what are you doing up here? Why were you-”

“...you’re so pretty-” Suddenly his eyes open wide realizing what he said, “Wait I didn’t-”

“Shut up or I’ll cut your throat out!” Your sword pressing uncomfortably into the side of his neck now, “I asked you a question! Why are you up here!?”

“Kamo-”

“What? What are you-”

“Kamo family!” He quickly sputtered, “Head of the Kamo family!”

The name rang a bell somewhere in your frazzled brain.

“I’m the head-” He suddenly registered really the blade to his neck, “I’m looking for stragglers-”

“In an abandoned temple?” You weren’t buying it.

“My people live just down the hill,” He spoke earnestly, “I had to keep the stragglers safe when the curses released from their seals in the keep. Some where up here but-”

“I killed them,” You glared down at him, “I killed all but the one you shot. How long were you up here? Were you following me?”

A shake of his head even as he stared at the glimmer of your sword, “No. I was looking for anyone who came up here. I didn’t expect to find another sorcerer. I felt your cursed energy and assumed you were a curse.”

Eyes narrowing you didn’t like the sound of something so simple to this pretty face, “...I don’t believe you. Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you right now or else-”

“Noritoshi-” He blurted out, “Noritoshi Kamo. Head of the Kamo family. I can give you some place safe to stay. I don’t understand what’s going on but-”

You lift the blade from his throat. Something about the diligent tone in his voice. Like he’d introduced himself like that a million times. You could kill him but it seemed a waste. Weapon retracted but no offer to help him up. You stand above him with a confounded glare, “...do you know what’s happening?”

His head shook and your stomach dropped. Noritoshi didn’t get up. Only propping himself up slightly when he realized the back of his head was thumping from the impact, “....A special grade curse released a powerful seal in Shibuya about two weeks ago...I saw but....” His face became somber and he shook his head once again, “...I don’t know what’s been going on. I just know things are in disarray and it’s my duty to protect my people.”

Once more you were skeptical but with how little rest you’d gotten in the past few days due to the tremendous increase in curses. This man’s words seemed as solid as any other theory you’d heard. More so than the plea of non sorcerer’s you listened to day in and day out about the end of times.

“...Has the Jujutsu elders said anything?” You step off him completely. If he was speaking the truth maybe he knew what was going on as an actual heir to one of the clans.

Noritoshi looked up at you a moment longer, “No...there’s been a wide emergency notice to do what you can but our numbers....” He grew quiet, “...as many sorcerers seem to be dying as the rest of Japan.”

Perhaps the end of times were coming. You grip your sword hilt tight and take a deep breath, “....seems a angel of death is coming then whether we like it or not.”

“You’re a sorcerer.” He began to get to his feet, “Please, come with me. If anything to stay away from here. There is a grave yard on the other side of the thicket. More curses will come. No one should be here even as a sorcerer yourself.”

First hand you’d seen the influx he spoke of. From every direction. While out of the city provided some safety you knew that this place left you as vulnerable as any other if you stayed alone. With no words to be spoken of from the elders. And an age of curses threatening to crowd out humans. Like a trash pile reaching it’s capacity. You didn’t see much choice in this one.

“...I will kill you if I find out you’re lying to me.” Voice firm without breaking eye contact with him as you sheath your sword, “I smell one curse in this safe space of yours and I’ll-”

“Kill me, yes,” Noritoshi nodded with both busted ends of his bow in his hands as he looked on at you, “I am not lying but if you see fit, I’ll accept you as my angel of death then.”

a/n: I have one wine cooler in me as I finish this. This might be a multi part if the inspiration finds me. Anyways, um, yeah! This is an old idea coming so pls let me know if you liked it!

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