Boss's Daughter Jealous!snake X Reader

₊˚ʚ♡ɞ˚₊ boss's daughter ₊˚ʚ♡ɞ˚₊ jealous!snake x reader

WARNINGS: f!reader, age gap, degradation, snake is kinda mean in this one, rough sex, unprotected sex

Snake seldom considered himself prone to anger, as most Norse men were. however, even he could not help the anger surging in him at the sight of you giggling so cutely with Einar at that old man's house. he struggled to suppress the urge to cut down Einar, managing to restrain himself.

You were a beautiful girl who had gotten plenty of attention from the men around the farm, especially from his own men who have not been with a woman for years. It shouldn't be a surprise to him that you spoke with everyone, because of your friendly nature. However, it ignited a fiery jealousy within him.

Since when did he get so sensitive? You seemed to have changed him in more ways than one. Whatever. He's going to punish you today for testing him.

That's how you found yourself on the table with your legs spread with your dress pulled up to show your tits while Snake pounds away into your quivering pussy.

"Snake-mmh!" you tried to keep your voice down. "They're going to hear us"

Your eyes were teary with embarrassment and mortification yet Snake had very little sympathy. It was evident by the way he went even faster, jolting your smaller body on the table. You shivered in arousal at the veins on his rough hands as they clutched your soft thighs to keep you in place from running away from his brutal fucking.

"You think I give a shit, keep quiet if it bothers you that much" he sneered down at you, flipping you around to rain down harsh spanks on your plump ass. You whined at this as he had a strong hand yet he only scoffed.

"Maybe your little friend, Einar would be happy to see you like this" he whispered in your ear, holding your face still. "Probably the closest thing he will have to you"

"No!" you squealed softly but you found yourself unable to speak further to justify yourself, your voice coming out strangled.

"Look at you" Snake smirked. "Already crying like a whore when I have yet to finish with you"

Snake gave you a tight slap on your pussy, making you jolt in surprise, whining. He could tell you were already so cock-drunk, wanting more and more of him. His large, rough palms smooth up and down over the soft skin of your belly.

"Do you feel me here?" Snake whispers to your cowering form as you held on for dear life on the table.

"Ye-yess, you're so deep!" you whimpered out, trying to meet his thrusts.

"Hey, I thought I told you to be quiet, you little slut" Snake scolds you harshly, gripping your hair tightly and setting a brutal pace. His well-defined hips slam into yours, making you squeal.

"Fuck, you're tight" he gritted out. "You know you really pissed me off today"

You looked up nervously and gulped at the increased pace of his cock hitting the sweet spots in your pussy. The harsh words he said weren't enough to distract you from the fact you were about to come apart in a matter of minutes.

"Are you gonna cry again?" Snake jeers mockingly. "I don't want to see another fucking tear on your pretty face, you fucking slut" He gripped you tighter, grinding your breasts together as he fucked faster. His breathing hitched as you writhed beneath him, arching your back in pleasure.

The pressure building within your lower abdomen increased, you could barely contain yourself now.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes!" you cried out weakly before your body convulses violently, writhing under the powerful stroke of his thick cock.

"Don't move" he muttered harshly into your neck, nipping lightly and licking around the mark. Then he continued pounding into your pussy until you screamed for mercy at last, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Come on, baby" Snake said hoarsely, grabbing your leg above your knee and pumping in long, steady strokes. He kissed you hard and fast with every stroke until you panted breathlessly and begged him for release.

Your whole body shuddered with orgasm, tears staining your cheeks as the waves of pleasure took over. Snake continued to pound your pussy with abandon, his thick shaft spurting with each powerful thrust and causing his cum to shoot across your thighs and stomach. He collapsed on top of you with a grunt, tickling you with his rough stubble. After taking several minutes to calm himself, he slid out of you gently and you collapsed against the cold table, panting softly with exhausted bliss.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Snake says gruffly, his face softening and giving you a sweet kiss which you eagerly returned. You let him carry your tired body back to his room, laying in bed after he had dried you both off thoroughly and tucked you under the blankets. You cuddled him, placing your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your locks to lull you to sleep.

"I only love you Snake" you whispered. "I promise I don't want anyone else" you stared up at him with those innocent and beguiling eyes of yours making him feel guilt but also a strange mixture of pride and love for making you feel this way about him.

Snake's heart clenched at the cute way you tried to assure him.

"I know that, my sweet girl," Snake said, kissing your forehead. "I love you more than anything else in the world"

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

All that Glitters // Volturi x Reader.

Aro gives you garnets.

Cold lips kiss your neck as your heart flutters, then sweet sound of it exciting the king in ways he cannot describe. You love him! You adore him!

And he can never thank you enough for such a glorious gift!

One day your heart will by silent and you will be as lovely as he is…but for now you are a mere mortal and he is content with spoiling you. Perhaps, he hopes, these gems might be pleasing and (they are certainly pretty). Gold and garnets glitter against your skin as Aro kisses you again and again. Sighing beneath his touch, you close your eyes and kiss him too, the sweet summer of your flesh meeting the winter of his own form…no, it can never be enough.

“Oh, it’s lovely, Aro!”

Your love is a far greater gift then glitter gold and pretty gems and he can never thank you enough for loving him as he does you. But he’ll spoil you still, dressing you like the queen you are, and loving you like lovers do:

Passionately, wildly, truly!

Caius gives you diamonds.

If one believes that the brutal king does not have a softness to him, they would be terribly wrong. You alone are his softness and the love he feels for you is his sole redeeming quality.

There is nothing to compare to your beauty, your wit, your love!

But diamonds are quite pretty and they look even prettier on you.

Picking what you like from the seller’s wares, Caius drenches you in silver and jewels and dresses you like a queen…his queen! No one else will know this, but the diamonds draped around your neck is proof of some softness of his. Kissing your hand sweetly, Caius walks with you through the castle, smiling at the sight of his dear queen.

Diamonds around your neck, roses in your hair, and his kiss upon your lips.

“Caius…”

Upon his throne, he is a cruel creature, showing no mercy to the quivering monsters at his feet. But in the privacy of his quarters, Caius will pull you onto his lap and show the sweetness that no one else has ever (or will ever) see. You’re whispering sweet things in his ear, lips nipping at naked skin as Caius sighs beneath your touch. The light catches the diamonds wrapped around and the sight makes him grin as you glitter like a queen.

His queen.

Marcus gives you pearls.

Years ago, in a moment of intense depression and loneliness, he had bought to rope of pearls…though he had not understood why.

Why did he want them?

He had no one to share this gift with, no one to love and dress in pearls and lace…he has nothing. Nothing. But still he kept the pearls, taking them out every so often to look at them and imagine…what would they look like wrapped around a pretty neck? How lovely would it be to place them around his lover?

Now he does not need to imagine.

“Catch me if you can, love!”

Marcus is smiling brightly at the sight of you, oh, how perfect you are! Dancing through the sunlit garden, your lover is chasing you between the roses and lilies, pale hands reaching out to grasp your waist and pull you into him. Laughter ripples through the air as Marcus kisses the sweetness of your neck, cold lips trialing along your skin until he meets the pearls.

Perfect and beautiful, just like you.

Pulling you away to a shady corner of the gardens, Marcus will worship you as the lovely goddess you are, glowing and glittering and drenched in pearls, as you though you had risen from the sea in splendor.

Felix gives you rubies.

They’re bloody and pretty and, oh, how lovely they look upon your skin! Red is his preferred color and he loves to drench you in bloody, bloody red.

For years, he has worn a ruby ring on his left middle finger.

And once he finds you (his lover, his darling, his mate!), he has a matching set made: a necklace, a ring, and a set of earrings. The excitement he feels when he finally gives you the gifts is wonderful, the massive vampire handing you the set of velvet boxes.

“Oh, Felix~”

Cold hands caress your skin as he dresses you in jewels. The necklace rests upon your neck and fixes the ring on your finger, kissing your hand as he does. You sigh sweetly beneath his touch as icy kisses move up, up, up your arm and along your neck. Still so warm in his embrace, Felix kisses the pulsing beat beneath your skin.

The world is silent tonight, there is only you and your undead lover.

And it will remain that way until morning light, Felix adoring you all through the night. Everything else will come off expect for those rubies, blood red gems the only thing left on your beauteous form.

Heidi gives you anything from her collection.

Over the centuries, Heidi has gathered a massive collection of earrings, necklaces, chokers, rings, bracelets, and more. There are diamonds and pearls and emeralds and sapphires, opals and rubies and topaz!

And you may have them all!

She loves to dress you up in glittering gold and silvers and a sparkling array of gems. They are lovely, yes, but she insists that nothing could be as lovely as you…especially like this.

“My love…”

Laying nude upon the silk sheets, your body is adorned by only her jewels, diamonds and pearls glittering all over your supple form. Bracelets and rings adorn your arms and hands, a shimmering rope wrapped around your neck and dripping down your chest. The sight of you is something godly, like a gift sent from the heavens above.

But even prettier are the kisses she gives you, lipstick staining your skin as Heidi makes her way to your lips and takes what is rightfully hers.

Santiago gives you sapphires.

While black, gray, and red are popular colors in the Volturi, Santiago has always preferred shades of blue. He likes the summer sky and starry nights, oceans and forget-me-nots and blue moons.

And he likes it all the more on you.

When he first found you and realized who you were to him (his one and only, his dream come true), Santiago had a gift made for you in hopes that you would one day wear it for him. And when you agreed to come away with him and become his for all of eternity, he gave it to you. Wearing it at this very moment, Santiago cannot take his eyes off of you.

The sapphires cover your skin like deep blue tears, looking so lovely.

Taking your hand in his, he pulls you into his embrace and begins to kiss the cold skin of your neck. It was there, Santiago recalls, that he had bitten you, venom still scarring the crook of your neck. He kisses the wound and grins as you sigh, hands running along his back.

“Santiago…”

He could listen to you say that for all of eternity!

Alec gives you his heart.

You convince him to attend a festival with you, the two of you sneaking out of the castle and into the city. In the darkness of the night, you dance and play, no different than any lovers dancing through Volterra…and then he sees it.

It’s a pretty thing, a red heart that glows when you touch it just so.

He wins it for your easily (though is sure to throw a loss or two in order to blend in a bit better, the both of you are already stealing too much attention) and clasps it around your neck as you smile.

“I love it!”

You kiss him sweetly and, since that night, you’ve worn it always. Sometimes Alec presses it just to see it light up because when it does, you light up too, giggling and kissing him all over again as he sighs in delight.

Eternity was never so sweet as it has been with you.

Over time, Alec will bring you many gifts (he likes to spoil you) but this will always remain his very favorite and one of his fondest memories.

Jane gives you a locket.

There are two of them, identical necklaces that she has made for the both of you. Within her own is a photograph of you and a tiny little daisy (the one you gave to her when you first met, pressed long ago). Yours shares the same photograph and a little bit of lace, ripped from the dress she had worn when you ran away together.

It’s very sweet but then again, so is she.

Though very few people will ever truly come to know Jane for who she is, you will be one of the few that know just how gentle and wonderful she cane be.

The silver heart is proof of such.

Every morning they both of you get ready together, Jane’s nightdress tossed over a chair as you brush her hair, her laying out your clothes for the day. And everyday you each place the necklace around the other’s throat, Jane stealing a kiss from your neck as she does.

“Janie!”

And you’re laughing, playing with her hair as you greet the sun together with kisses and dappled light and love.

own it | 🔞

summary: just some quick pwp with your favorite hoochie daddies cw: fem!bodied reader | smut | established relationship | taesoo: outdoor sex, breeding | corrupt cop!jichang: power imbalance, orgasm denial, semi public sex | husband!dg: overstimulation | p in v | all characters featured are 18+ wc: 4.4k total, ~1.3k each (??? tbh taesoo's is probably the longest) an: to my bbs who requested taesoo + breeding and dg + overstimulating his housewife. a million kisses for yall 💖💖💖💖 i threw jichang in the collection bc...why not.

──★ ˙ ̟TAESOO

It’s the end of the summer and the temperature has cooled down but it’s not so cold that when Taesoo pleads for you to go camping with him and get away from the usual chaos of the city you don’t deny him. The man’s affinity for nature and the outdoors occasionally makes him seem feral; but the only animalistic urges within him seem to be provoked by your presence. 

It’s the very reason why after a mere ten minutes of stargazing together, Taesoo finds himself drunk on the fragrance of your pheromones and crawling on top of you, holding himself above you while his arms cage you in. His strong frame effectively blocks you from seeing beyond him, making you lose your place among the stars after so much straining of your eyes to search for constellations in the night sky. You suppose there’s no real issue with letting Taesoo be your brightest star when he’s always managed to leave you awestruck…

As much as you want to whine about the male being so needy, the way he starts kissing your neck clears away any complicated thoughts from your pretty little head. There was no use in complaining if you were perfectly content with letting Taesoo become your entire universe; his lips warming your skin like rays of the sun. His natural magnetism doesn’t just pull you in, but it totally consumes you in the same way a black hole would. 

It’s truly primal how Taesoo pins you under his body weight, hands pawing at your clothes and pushing the fabric out of the way to get to where he wants. Lost in the sensation of harsh bites and nips at the column of your throat, you don’t even notice him slipping his cock out of his pants and lining it up to your hole that was slick and ready for him as per usual. It’s only when he sinks inside of you, a shocked gasp falls from your lips at the stretch. Writhing against the blanket beneath you, the little pebbles in the sediment that once bothered you felt like nothing as you’re now focused on the sensation of your walls trying to accommodate his girthy length invading your insides. 

“Oh baby, you’re squeezing me so tight. You need to relax.” Taesoo groans out, a cheeky smirk spreading across his lips despite the fact he was reeling from the pleasure of your warm walls hugging his cock brings him. “Unless…you like it when it hurts a little?”

Your cheeks become hot at his snide remark, causing you to weakly slap his shoulder in retaliation. Smiling even wider now, he bucks into you slowly and eases more of his length into your pussy; feeling the way you get wetter—practically soaking him— to permit him deeper inside of you.  Arms snaking behind your knees to get a firmer hold on your hips, he buries his cock to the hilt within you; balls squashed against the cleft of your ass.

“Taking me so well, princess.” Taesoo hisses the praise, rough fingertips digging into the meat of your hips as his eyes threaten to roll back into his head. “This is the first time you’ve taken me without a condom, isn’t it? Should I make you a mommy tonight?” 

Even with your mind fogged with lust, you’re able to grasp the weight of his words. Eyes drifting down to your point of connection, your jaw hangs open upon seeing the strings of your arousal coating his shaft are so thick and viscous, its appearance mimics the exaggerated dribbles of cum in illustrated hentai. Taesoo never failed to arouse you but this may have been the wettest you’ve ever been; you should have realized this when you felt that your cunt had an easier time accepting his impressive length than usual. 

“Do you want me to breed you?” He questions, tone lacking the smug playfulness you were used to and only filled with a carnality that’s emphasized by the throbbing of his cock within your pulsing walls. 

You nod shyly, unable to get yourself to tell him verbally but your silent answer doesn’t please him and he repeats his question; the second time around, each syllable is accented with a punishing thrust straight into your sweet spot. 

“I’ll ask you again; do you want me to breed you, yes or no?” Taesoo repeats more sternly, eyes boring into yours as he awaits a proper response. 

“Yes, please—” You whimper, tears starting to flood your waterline just from the tip of his dick so brutally pressing into your sensitive area, you have to stave off the urge to cum from the action. 

Walls fluttering around his shaft, presumably in excitement, Taesoo takes your response as the greenlight to really give it to you. Ever so slightly adjusting his grip on you, he pulls your hips toward his as he thrusts forward into you. You let out something that resembles a surprised moan when he buries his length balls deep inside of your pussy, starting off the mean pace that has galaxies colliding with one another on the inside of your eyelids. 

Vision blurred with bright colors. Body twitching, jerking, and jolting. Stomach frenzied with heat. Those are all just side effects that come with the nasty squelch and drip of your pussy being filled to the hilt with Taesoo’s cock. Each drag of his thick length against your walls has you whimpering, bringing a hand up to your lips and biting down on one of your knuckles to contain your moans. But Taesoo would have none of that.

“C’mon, princess, don’t be shy.” He coos, the gentleness of his voice not matching the way he viciously thrusts into you to provoke more noises to fall past those pretty lips of yours. “It’s just me and you out here, just like Mother Nature intended.” 

Taesoo’s muscular chest lays flat against yours as he rolls his hips forward as hard and deep as you could take him, stealing a shrill moan that borders on a pleased squeal from your lips. And just like that, all inhibitions and worries about being too loud are wiped from your mind. 

“You feel that?” He murmurs as he leans into your ear, the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix; adding a layer of pain to the mind blowing pleasure that sends your senses into overdrive. “I bet if I cum this deep inside you, I’ll definitely knock you up.” He chuckles while pulling back slightly to be able to look at your reaction to his words. As expected, you’re a frenzy of lust; corrupted by Taesoo’s infectious primal urges with your hair a nest and pupils blown out with desire as you look up at him. Yet your gaze still has that air of innocence, resembling the eyes of a doe. 

“I want it so bad. Pleasepleaseplease cum inside—” You babble deliriously between breathy moans, your body arching into his to ensure that there was truly no more space between the two of you. 

Moving as one, sharing the same end goal. You don’t bother to hold back the desperate pleas and noises that just fly off your tongue. Each and every one of your sounds just encourages Taesoo to fuck you with a renewed urgency; seeming more excited for your climax than his own. With just a handful of vigorous pumps of his cock into you, your walls convulse around him and your thighs tense up. 

Seeing that you had reached your own mind numbing finish, Taesoo continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Now chasing selfishly after his own climax, he doesn’t have to search far to find it within your walls. Quite honestly, the idea of getting you knocked up in the first place had ignited a fire within him that could only be quelled by the sweet release of his seed flooding your walls. Filling you up so much, it starts dripping out of you before he could even fully pull out. And by the time Taesoo creates some space between your bodies, he looks between your legs to see your pussy still trying to recover from being stretched to accommodate the size of his cock and his cum dripping from the hole. 

Instinctively, Taesoo wants to scold you for being so wasteful. However, a little voice in the back of his mind reminds him that nature is plentiful. And there would be plenty of other opportunities for him to pump you full of more of his seed.

──★ ˙ ̟JICHANG

Maybe you were at fault for getting involved with the wrong crowd and doing things that fell under a gray area of the law—but you knew for certain that the local law enforcement was not supposed to be handling you like this. 

You swear, Officer Kwak Jichang has had it out for you for almost the entirety of your young adult life. From writing you up for underage drinking when you were only a few months away from the legal age to petty theft; he was always the one to put you in cuffs and haul you down to the station. Even now, when you find yourself as just a bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time, he’s the one roughly escorting you to the interrogation room to ask about some major violent crime you only saw the tail end of. 

“Seems like you still haven’t grown up.” Jichang tuts with a short laugh, feigning disappointment once the door closes behind you and you’ve settled down in one of the stiff metal chairs at the lone table in the room.

“What can I say? I get a thrill out of being handcuffed by you.” You scoff sarcastically while you watch him take the seat across from you.

“You don’t have to be a little criminal for that to happen.” Jichang retorts with a smug grin, entertaining your antics for no other reason than trying to get under your skin. 

At least, that’s what he tells himself. He definitely had no ulterior motives—purposely taking you to the police station for no real reason and putting you in the interrogation room that didn’t have a working camera. 

Somewhere among the banter and sarcastic remarks about your ‘criminal record’, the conversation veers toward less than appropriate topics. Jichang knows it’s wrong for him to be actively flirting not only while on the job but with a potential witness no less; but he can’t help himself. With all of his previous run-ins with you, he had dealt with you trying to seduce him into letting you go. He was growing tired of only getting to see you in these types of circumstances so the reasonable thing to do in his deluded mind was to teach you a little lesson. 

And maybe, just maybe, you would learn to stop hanging out with punks who keep getting you in trouble. 

“Such a bad girl.” Jichang murmurs, delivering a harsh slap to your cunt as you are perched atop of the cold table with your skirt hiked up and panties torn to shreds; your sweet nectar staining the surface. “You need to be punished for your misdeeds.” Voice dropping an octave, he gives you another spank that sends a jolt through your body, leaving your clit throbbing from the impact yet bucking your hips upward in need of more. He repeats the actions, amused by the masochistic streak you display until you’re visibly trembling.

Jichang’s palm gently cups your cunt under the guise of trying to soothe the swollen flesh before slipping his fingers knuckle inside of you. Curling the digits expertly against your sweet spot immediately, you can only moan and grind into his hand desperately. His actions have you sinking your teeth into your lower lip, trying to keep your noises to yourself as you feel your walls clamping down his relentless fingers. Right when you think you’re about to fall over the edge, he pulls out of your needy hole with a salacious pop.

“What the fuck?” You pant, shooting the officer a glare as you look at him. Before you can complain any further, the very digits that were just inside of your pussy are now filling your mouth and forcing you to taste yourself as a means of shutting you up.

“I told you this was a punishment.” Jichang chuckles, eyes twinkling with mischief as he revels in the sight of you nastily lapping up your juices from his fingers. “You’re such a greedy little thing.” He murmurs, unable to ignore the heat that floods his body while he watches you slurp up every last bit of your nectar off his fingers.

Pulling away from you once he’s satisfied, Jichang tugs at his belt buckle before dropping his pants then pulling you to the ledge of the desk to line you up with his cock.

“Be good and I might let you get off.” He whispers gruffly and leaning in to plant his lips on yours while his shaft eases its way inside of your warm and pliant body; both of you moaning at the long awaited friction. 

The stretch stings but it brings you a pain laced pleasure that makes your head spin. Fully sheathed inside your hot cunt, Jichang gives a painfully thrust into you, making you feel every ridge and vein of his cock is felt by your slick walls. The little noises you make as your pussy struggles to fit his whole length has him throbbing inside of you.

Rough fingertips leave their mark on your thighs and your hands claw at his chest, head tossed back in bliss as Jichang starts off at a brutal pace from the get go. You can only whine and whimper as his thick cock plunges in and out of you ferociously, giving you just a taste of how much you frustrated Jichang. Palms splayed on the back of your thighs, Jichang pushes your trembling legs closer to your body, permitting him deeper inside of you and causing the tip of his cock to press into the same spot his fingers had toyed with.

Getting fucked at this depth dangles the notion of orgasming right in front of your eyes but with your previous climax being ruined, you knew Jichang wasn’t going to let you cum so soon. With his sharp eyes trained on the sight of your sloppy pussy swallowing his length, he wears a focused expression that you crave to break. If you were able to get through to him before he pushed you to your breaking point first, you surely would be guaranteed at least one mind blowing finish before you left this dingy interrogation room. 

However, with the sexual tension that plagued all of your other encounters with Jichang, you were fine with playing the long game. Especially when the feeling of him inside you was something you didn’t want to end too soon.

──★ ˙ ̟DG

Shielded from the prying eyes of media outlets and pampered beyond your wildest imagination, married life with DG felt like it was plucked straight out of a fairytale. It was easy to become jaded by the monotonous routines that came with being a housewife but with a husband who spoiled you like crazy and drilled it into your head that it was important to use your free time to nurture your hobbies and passions, you never lost the pep in your step. 

Being pampered and spoiled rotten didn’t just apply to your daily life; it extended well into the bedroom with the way DG would gift you with orgasm after orgasm. With how many married couples seeking counseling or ending up in divorce due to losing passion in the bedroom, one would think that you were insane when you complained about your husband making you cum too many times.

But such a thing was possible. 

When your husband has you folded in half, ankles by your ears while his fingers plunge in and out of your soaked hole. The digits press right into that spongy spot deep within your walls and the pad of his thumb every so often caresses your swollen clit, coaxing back to back orgasms that leave you gasping and trembling. The huge wet stain on the once pristine sheets that you lay on top of keeps you somewhat grounded in reality. However, it  gets to a certain point where you can't keep up with how many times you've dispelled your nectar all over DG’s fingers or even think about trying to recall.

“T-too much. I need a break.” you pant softly, head weakly rolling back and forth on the pillows. 

“Is it really too much to handle?” DG coos in a quiet voice, his fingers slowing down dramatically but still moving within you as he averts his gaze to your face. Cheeks wet with tears. Jaw slack and your tongue darting out to wet your lips before you speak, as wrecked as you were, seeing you like this really made DG want to keep going. 

“Just give me a minute.” You say, your eyes falling closed as you try to collect yourself. 

With that being said, your husband’s fingers slip out of you, leaving you feeling empty for the first time in hours. His hands don’t leave you for very long, opting to gently caress your body and soothe your overactive nerves. DG’s amiable touch does a good job of slowly bringing you back down to Earth; no longer feeling like your mind had gone off to Cloud Nine to never return back to the present moment. However, at the mere sight of your expression looking more serene and less drained while your figure relaxes against the sheets, you don't have any time to spare before the pink haired man kicks up the heat once again.

While your eyes are still closed, you don't see DG adjusting his position but you feel the way the plush mattress ever so slightly dips each time he moves around. You feel the warmth of his frame beside you and you assume he just wants to cuddle for a bit. With a small turn of your body, you lay on your side so he can pull you flush against his chest. Before you can even comfortably settle in his embrace, you feel one of his hands hook around your thighs and hike it up, allowing him access to your soaked, swollen folds. DG’s length languidly glides across your lower lips, so sensual and so careful, you truly don't mind it at first. It's only when the tip starts to prod at your clit, getting progressively more aggressive, you start to squirm in his hold. 

“C’mon, baby… I gotta see you cum a few more times before I have to get back to work.” DG mumbles into your ear, knowing just how to get you to stop fussing.

All it ever took for you to fall in line and let him coax out all of these earth shattering orgasms was him reminding you how busy he got. Then just like that, you would continue to endure your nerves being pushed into overdrive every time. With how wet you were from previous orgasms, he slips inside of you with little trouble; your drooling cunt happily expands to fit in and slurps him up once he's breached your entrance. 

"Ah…" DG groaned, the feeling of your hot silky walls tightening around his member sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips undulated slowly, each movement pushing him deeper into you as he began to thrust with more force. Quick to find the tempo that brings you to climax the easiest, you're drunk off the sensation of DG driving into your core with an unbridled sense of lust. 

Your husband is obsessive as he basks in the salacious noises that your sloppy, squelching cunt makes every time he drives into you. He’s put into a trance by the sensation of your walls squeezing around him paired with the sight of you gushing around him; it’s almost enough to make him want to fill you with his seed. But the deep seated desire to turn you into blubbering, teary mess as you beg for him to ease up on you outweighs everything else. 

“Do you remember your safe word?” DG asks sweetly, starkly contrasting against the way his hips are driving into you; mean thrusts targeting your sweet spot and provoking the most depraved sounding moans from you.

The weak nod you give him in response to his question satiates him for the time being. He had every intention of spending the rest of the evening making you cum until he was satisfied. Or if you genuinely couldn’t handle anymore—whichever came first.

Fictober 2022: Blood for Blood.

Fandom: Twilight.

Prompt: “Not on my watch!”

Trope: Runaway Bride.

Pairing: Aro x Reader.

Warnings: blood + mass murder (cause Aro is that kind of crazy and Y/N is too).

A/N: just Aro taking what rightfully belongs to him (you) and killing anyone that gets in his way!

The king was rather accustomed to getting his way.

It was, after all, to be expected. A king’s whims and wishes, no matter ho terrible, are to be fulfilled at the snap of his fingers and hiss of his cold, sweet voice. He had a way about wishing, so often phrasing it as a polite request when it was anything but.

Aro would always have what he wanted, it was an unspoken law.

And what he wanted most of all was you. The king had stumbled upon you in one of his rare ventures away from the castle, wandering through the forest. Autumn had come quickly, bright and burning, and the forest was alive with its flame. Aro took in this moment, savoring the little bit of peace he could call his own...until he heard it.

A heartbeat!

It was so sweet and lovely, the sanguine song tempting Aro away from the path. There, deep into the forest, was a castle. Created of white rocks, it stood out in the burning forest like a beacon, silver and gold flags dancing in the autumn breeze. And there, hidden in the shadow of a mighty oak, was a woman. He knew at once that she was a lady or some kind, dressed too finely to be a mere servant or wanderer. Dressed in a gown of blood red and adorned with garnet and diamonds, she wrapped her black cloak around herself tightly and watched the guards carefully, waiting for an opening.

“In trouble, are we?” Aro suddenly purred.

Her body stiffened at once, heartbeat dancing a little faster as her eyes, so bright and lovely, darted over her shoulder. There he was, the beautiful stranger just a little too close as she turned slowly, Aro surprising her with his quickness.

He could have killed her.

Right then, right there and without remorse, and the story would have ended with a bloodless corpse. He knew how to strike like a viper, so quick that she would not even have a moment to cry out, that pretty little song in her ribs dying away to silence. But rather then harm her, Aro surprised even himself by only leaning closer, taking in her scent. Sweet. Like roses and sugar, she was simply divine! And he was even closer, the woman pressed to the tree as he leaned low.

A gentle touch of her hand told him everything, absolutely everything.

And it was beautiful, Aro falling for her at once. Never in his life had he been so besotted with anyone, every thought and memory pulling him deeper into her. He wanted to know more, to know all of it, to drown himself in the depths of her and never arise.

But there was no time.

She was, he came to know, the princess of this kingdom, her father’s prize. But she was no simpering thing, a touch of wildness in her little soul. So often she snuck away from the castle, slipping past the guards like a shadow to find a bit of trouble. And she’d found more then she could handle now, unable to find a moment to slip back into the castle. At any moment her absence would be discovered and then, oh, then what would become of her!

Aro certainly wasn’t about to allow such a thing to happen.

He liked a bit of trouble as well, happy to help you in your time of need. Rose red eyes glanced back towards the castle, waiting for his chance to strike. And then he had your hand in his, hurrying you along as he pulled you through the shadows. Keen and quick, Aro easily snuck you back inside the castle, slipping into the library with you.

“If anyone asks,” he whispered. “you were simply reading and forgot the time!”

And then he was gone, leaving you to wander if he’d been nothing but a dream...to your delight, the dream returned once more in the dead of night, Aro appearing in the darkness.

He could not quite understand why he had come back, only that he simply had no other choice. You had awakened something within the king and he was more alive then every, every part of his being still burning with the touch of you. So he had come back, slipping into the palace easily one dark and stormy night. Laying awake, you had watched the storm in wonder, seeing monster and phantoms within the thundering clouds and brutal lightning, quick strikes carving into the sky like a knife.

But you sensed something with you…

Something cold and cruel and lovely, creeping through the shadows. Eyes searching the bedroom, you found that there was nothing...and perhaps, a quiet voice considered, it was only your imagination, spurred by the storm. But you felt so certain that something was with you, wrapping the velvet robe over your billowing nightdress before taking up the candelabra. With your quarters in the lonely tower, your father had felt satisfied to afford you some privacy, only posting guards outside the door (the only door, at that) that lead into the tower.

Creeping down the spiral staircase, shadows danced against the stain glass windows as lighting screamed through the night.

Nothing. No one.

That was until you noticed the door to your personal library ever so slightly ajar...when you were certain that you’d closed it. Reaching out with a shaking hand, you pushed the door open slowly, a low creek filling the air. Candle light formed a shield of light around you, breaking through the shadows as you walked forward. Something was with you. You saw it slipping between the shelves, a quiet hissing filling the air. Startled, the candelabra fell to the stone floor with a clattering, flames extinguished into wispy memories of smoke.

It was him...that strange, wonderous creature from before.

You felt him again, his presence creeping close. Cold hands wrapped around you, one around your waist and another around your wrist. Pulled into an embrace, you shivered with anticipation as the man whispered something beneath his breath.

“You came back...” you murmured softly, watching in wonder as a pale hand gently caressed your wrist. “I feared you were only a dream.”

But his lips proved just how real he truly was, cold and sweet all at the same time. The stranger’s name was Aro and you knew right away that he was no knave, his true nature revealing itself through the way he spoke, the way he moved, the gentle touch of his hand. He was a king, it was revealed to you, one unlike any other. Nearly every night he could, Aro would creep into your tower and you would come to learn a little more of him.

He was charming and intelligent.

He was a brutal king.

And he was a beautiful monster, showing you his true form. Aro had stayed with you through the night, waiting until sunlight spilled through the tower to reveal himself as what he true was: a vampire. You were in awe of him, watching your lover shine in the light of the morning sun, as though he were something of the universe itself. He was star-like, powerful and bright and burning, kneeling before as Aro took your hands and raised you to his lips.

“Become mine!” Aro begged. “Be mine for all of eternity, my love, and I will become yours.”

He offered himself to you entirely and you took every piece of you lover, the passion you shared only burning brighter with each passing night.

But your father had other plans for you.

The kingdom he claimed as his own was not mighty as some but it was prosperous, the vaults filled to the brim and the noblemen fat and happy. Many wished to make good with the king and what better treaty then a marriage? And just like that you were engaged to a man you’d never even met, the entire kingdom bustling about for the royal wedding.

“I don’t want this,” you confessed to Aro. “I cannot marry this man!”

“And you won’t,” your lover said sweetly. “I will not allow you to be treated like this, my heart. Play your role and be patient, I will take care of all of it.”

You trusted him completely, Aro leaving you with a kiss before he vanished. For some time, Aro did not return...but you knew that he was there, rumors whispering through the kingdom like serpents in dark waters. Tragedy had befallen House Lyon, strange things happening here and there. Sudden plagues, fire breaking out without any discernible destroying everything it touched, vanishings. The horses fled from the stables as though something terrified them, only one left. A hunting party turned into a search party with no answer, three lords vanishing without a trace.

But the misfortune was not enough to dissuade the prince, arriving to your father’s castle with all of the pompous display one would imagine of him. The sight of your husband to be made your skin crawl with disgust, unable to even look at him for too long as you frantically searched the shadows.

And your father certainly noticed, seeing how distracted you were...and how often you seemed to vanish, the servants claiming to witness a phantom haunting the castle. He was a brutish man, the king, but he was no fool and he knew at once that you’d taken a lover, dragging you off to scold you quietly. No matter how much you denied it, your father knew the truth, furiously interrogating you.

“This is a vile accusation!” you insisted, calm despite your anger. “I am never unguarded and rarely alone, you know this to be true.”

“You lie! To your father, to your king, you look at me and you lie.”

He struck you fiercely, ordering you to the tower and doubling the guards. Blood dripped from your lips as you were hurried away, refusing to cry for him. You would be watched, he declared, like a lamb in the den of lions until your wedding came. That would be in three days, the doors slamming with a mighty blast and the heavy locks falling into place. But mortal means could not keep your love away, Aro appearing in the night once more. Seeing the mark across your face, fury flashed in his blood red eyes, demanding to know who had dared to raise a hand to you.

“My father,” you confessed. “He’s a brute of a man...this is not the first time he has struck me.”

“Then it is the last!” Aro hissed. “I have attempted to be careful with my plotting, kind even...I see now that they are unworthy of any such kindness from me!”

Aro knelt before you, taking your hands in his. Kissing softly, you felt the fear and hurt that had plagued you fade away into bliss, his kiss a cure for all of it. He had a way of doing that, your lover, chasing away sorrow with a touch of his lips or whisper of his voice.

“Say the word and they’re dead,” he whispered. “Blood for blood!”

Had you been kinder, you never would have dreamed of such a thing.

But you were no such thing and neither were they, always treated as a possession instead of a person. You had been your father’s daughter, the kingdom’s princess, and now you ere to be some bastard’s blushing bride and eventual womb. Every slap echoed in your mind, the cruel punishments when you failed to be perfect, your father drunk and screaming at you again and again...and now he would be silenced forever.

Kissing him sweetly, Aro knew your answer at once and smiled into your lips. He watched over you through the night, promising to return in time for the wedding.

You were a beautiful bride.

The gown of white and gold glittered with thousands of diamonds, veil dragging behind you like a river of lace. And you played the part well, blushing sweetly and smiling at all of the right moments, the perfect little bride.

Oh, if only they’d known the truth!

All the lords and ladies watched on as you walked slowly down the aisle, your father keeping you in a vice grip. The priest with his long-winded speech on honor and love, the king’s glare, and the groom’s drunken smile...you only smiled sweetly in return, silently praying for Aro to rescue your from this nightmare. As though he heard your pleas, Aro appeared like a war god, drenched in blood and crazed as he smiled. The wedding guests gasped in horror but it was far too late, his army appearing like monsters in the darkness,

In a brutal flash, the lords and ladies lay dead at your feet, the king and the prince soon following.

Aro took great pleasure in ripping off the hands that had harmed you, a hateful smile on his face as the king collapsed in a bloodied heap. The once glorious gown was stained blood red, the twisted faces of all you’d ever known laying around like a bloodied rose garden...and you did not care at all, happily falling into Aro’s embrace beneath the flowered arches.

History would call it a tragedy.

The royal wedding was destroyed by a brutal fire, killing all inside. Most were accounted for except for the bride, only her blacked and bloodied veil found in the heap of bodies. The kingdom would fall apart for a decade, torn between a brutal war for power, though in time peace would come again. And the terrible wedding would become a tragedy in the history books...and the poor, poor princess would become the most tragic little thing of all. She would remain a thing of legend, Princess Y/N, her ghost said to haunt the castle to this day, still wandering in her wedding gown and searching for her dear groom.

Foolish mortals!

If only they knew the truth of if, the ghostly princess becoming an immortal queen. You would haunt the earth forever and a day, still by the side of your truest lover, your king, your darling Aro!

Even all of these years later, you still loved him madly.

And the king loved you, falling for you a little more every day. Even all of these centuries later, you still had him wrapped around your little fingers, worshiping you and killing for you...and he found that he still did not mind. You were the only creature upon the earth that had any power over him, using your power only for love and blood.

Otis Driftwood x reader: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa

Title: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa

Pairing: Otis B. Driftwood x fem reader

Summary: You're enamoured by him, by the kind white-haired stranger who's making you a mug of hot cocao in the kitchen after you had car trouble. And Otis is more than flattered, as he takes full advantage of your sweetness. However, he has some surprises for you - and at the end of the night you're entirely and irrevocably his.

Warnings: Mild blood and gore. Mild smut. Enthousiastic consent to dub-con/non-con, reader is still into it.

Wordcount: 2925

This is inspired by conversations with @immortal-velociraptor, who endlessly encourages and inspires me - and a million daydreams later, I finally wrote this down. I hope you're able to enjoy this fic as much as I do <3. Feedback and reblogs make me so happy, thank you for reading!

Divider by delishlydelightfuldividers

“Ain’t you a sweet thing?” Otis said, drawing the words out with his southern twang as his hand curled around the back of my neck. He was rough in all the ways I liked, and beautiful in the dim lighting of the kitchen. A smug grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he caught the breathy gasp as he pressed his fingers into my scalp, pulling me in closer. It was unbelievable; a man this beautiful, this well-spoken, to be into me… Our lips met, he was even rougher than I expected, teeth clashing until we found a rhythm.

“And you’re even honest, huh?” he mumbled, pulling my head back by the hair, to look at me with blown pupils. A finger from his free hand touched my face, as I clung on to his shoulders for balance. Tracing my nose, then from acne scar to acne scar.

“Why would I not be?” I asked, still breathless from the kiss. He chuckled as an answer and pressed me close to him once more. Devoured me as if I was the whipped cream on those mugs of hot cocoa sitting forgotten on the table, and he was determined not to let the cream melt.

Even though he wasn’t taller than me by terribly much, the way I arched up to him made me ache with that primal sense of belonging. Of belonging to him. Something that made me so needy it disgusted it me with shame – yet I could kiss him for hours. Even as he tasted of cigarettes and he kissed rough. Even as teeth no longer clashed, he consumed me. Nipping at my lips, his scruff scratching my skin, and the fingers that dug into the back of my neck pulling me ever closer to him. Two open mouths.

He pulled me back for a breather again, just to look at me; all out of balance, all out of breath. Of course he was just some stranger who wanted to be ‘repaid’ for helping a traveller out with car trouble – but he’d been so kind. Was I naïve? Undoubtedly. But was I not allowed to? To, for once in my life, be a bit of a hedonist?

Letting a strand of his hair coil around my finger, before tugging gently, I said: “You taste good.”

“Yeah? You want more of me? Ach, look at you, can’t get enough of ol’ Otis, hmm?”

I chuckled, but it was true. Perhaps feeling too romantic, as I answered him. “Could do this for hours.”

He let his voice drop lower in tone, pressing his lips against my temple, breathing in deep, “Let’s go upstairs then. No one to disturb us there.”

His room, dark and no doubt messy, but mostly dark. It smelled of him, of man and copper and vaguely of the way his clothes smelled like cigarettes. Once the door clicked shut, he had me pressed against the pleasantly cool wood and his lips on mine.

“God, can barely wait,” he breathed, as he nipped my lip. To avoid the sharpest of the tug, I moved my head towards him, but he pushed me back with a hand around my throat. I hissed at the sting. “Am I too rough for ya, sweetheart? You’d rather I be gentler?”

He wasn’t looking for an answer, and kissed me instead, nudging his knee in between mine. My body, instinctively, sought friction against it, and he pressed himself so far into me that it was almost uncomfortable. He was only encouraged by my increasingly rough tugging at his hair. His breathing grew heavier, and I whined as my hips bucked into him. Didn’t have to see him to feel him smile into the kiss, pleased with what he did to me with such ease. Growing bored with my bottom lip, he moved on to my ear, hot breath heating me, teeth scraping my neck. This passion, this intensity was unlike anything I experienced before. He wasn’t afraid to hurt me, knowing he made me feel much, much better. And because of that, it freed me to do the same. To let go, no holding back. To tug at him, to bite, to draw a little blood. To devour. To forget myself and to lose my day-time version of myself.

Whenever I pulled away, his beautiful, strange eyes stared back at me, crinkling at the corners with crow’s feet, and him smiling like that was all the reassurance I needed. He was enjoying this – enjoying me. His intensity resembled impatience and that realisation sent shocks of need to my lower belly.

Halting our kiss, I greedily sucked in air.

“You notice anything strange, sweet thing? About all of this?”

“What do you mean?”

At that he grinned; the grin of a cruel animal, knowing it’s closing in on its prey. “No, it’s fine. But you may be a little more careful next time, before entering someone’s room just like that. Did you pay any attention to your surroundings at all?”

Frowning, I shook my head in confusion, still looking up at him, the glint of his amber eyes mesmerising in the dim moonlight from the window.

He chuckled aloud now, shaking his head at me. “No, you didn’t. You only got eyes for me. How adorable.”

I thought that was that, and reached up to pull him to me, to taste him again. He tsk’ed at me and pulled away.

“Even with a warning like that- sweet, naïve thing.” His tone worried me, it was more than just that bad boy type danger, more than just cigarettes and whiskey and an old truck and grease and dirt under the nails. Pressing his lips to my forehead, he whispered; “why don’t you look around?” and flipped the light switch.

And looking around him halted the breath in my lungs. Blood. Gore. A person on the floor, spilling blood that hadn’t even dried yet on the wooden floorboards. Another, on the bed, half of him on the floor, dead eyed stare to some place next to me.

He chuckled as I stiffened against him. Unable to speak, a scream never came.

“Shh, shh,” he said, pressing me close enough that it became harder and more awkward to find enough of a grip on him to push him away. “You’re a smart girl, and all I want of you now, is that you’re just as sweet as you were a minute ago. Can you do that?”

When I didn’t answer, he gripped me by the throat, slamming me against the door, painfully so. His eyes were wild.

“What’s the matter, don’t like me anymore?” he mocked.

Before I properly shook my head, he tightened his grip so severely, I knew I stood no chance.

“Alright,” he said, loosening his grip, enjoying my harboured breathing and pleading look, “I’ll tell you a secret.” His finger tapped my cheek. “I like you, and as of right now, I have no plans to hurt you. But I like you sweet and moaning, so you better show me sweet. And if there is no sweet, it’ll be sour. Got it?”

I nodded, still barely catching my breath. With great relief, he moved his hand away from my neck, and held both of mine with his, intertwining our fingers.

“I’m not a patient man,” he warned.  

Knowing Otis meant his warnings, I leaned up and pecked him on the lips. This is unreal. My body shook with what it had seen. Yet nothing hurts. Not me.

“Is that all you got? I think you were a lot nicer just a moment ago.”

Closing my eyes and trying my damnest to ban the images from my mind, I kissed him again. Self-preservation. Relaxing my lips, my body, leaning into him. He moved my hands to his shoulders and I held on to him. This time, he held back – a test. Almost no response from him as I leaned into him. In comparison to before, it was like kissing a wall. When at last he parted his lips and let me nip at him, pull him down to me, and it felt like I won him over. And the reward was a dreamy kiss – so good I wish my first ever kiss were anything like this. The softness contrasting to the violence of him. Even without the teeth, without his stinging edge, kissing him was all sparks and heat. I was gasping for air again, and as I pulled away for a breather, he livened up again, forcing his tongue between my lips, not allowing me to pull away. The knee dug in between my thighs to reawaken what warmth had been there shortly before – had me whining softly.

“That’s more like it. Knew you were a good girl.”

Hand at the back of my neck angled my face so he could kiss me deeper, no longer holding back, harsh breaths, noses bumping, his taste no longer as noticeable as it was now our taste. He made me dizzy. To breathe properly, I moved to his neck, pulling his hair so he’d let me. His skin was salty with sweat, his hair soft against my cheek. As I let him feel my teeth, to test it out, I was glad to find he didn’t hold back with his moan either, and let his head fall to the side. So I did it again, harsher. His grip on my hair tightened and I sucked on the skin.

“Oh, you’ve got some teeth on ya.” That pleased him. Everything sounded filthy as he said it. But that was all the freedom I was allowed and he dived back to kiss me, his hands rubbing my hips and sides, warming me. I snaked mine under his thin t-shirt. I moaned into his mouth as he kneaded my ass, grinding me onto his thigh.

“How d’you feel? I make you feel good?”

Shy, but pulled from my thoughts and into my body as he tugged at my lip – letting me know he expected an answer this time. With rough fingers, he pressed my face to the side and gestured at the corpse behind him.

“I wanna hear it, or you’re not gonna like me much anymore.”

Delirious from it all, I gasped. “It feels good, god, you feel good.”

“How ‘bout we take it to someplace more comfortable, hmm? Won’t you help out a little?”

And he pushed me to the bed, pointing towards it. The corpse still there, one leg slumped down on the floor, in a pool of blood. Another test.

“What-“

“Help him out, won’t you? Just give ‘im a little tug and he’ll fall right off. Or would you rather join the other one on the floor?”

My gaze flickered over to that one, considerably more mangled, mouth open in a last scream and I winced. Slowly, I shook my head, looking back up at Otis. Not breaking eye contact, taking it as a comfort that I was still unhurt – yet unsafe – and looking at him helped. At least so I could see whether my actions pleased him. That thought almost sent me into a panicked spiral, but the first contact with the victim’s bare arm shook me out of it and into the reality of this grim room. A strong tug, only looking at the body when it was hit the floor, then straight back up to Otis. I dropped the arm I was holding and it landed with a wet smack. Gross.

Satisfied, he enveloped me within seconds, devouring me until the world was spinning. With the softness of a mattress at my back, it was truly the world that turned upside down; he toppled me over without breaking the kiss. As my hands clawed at his shoulders again, digging into his bare skin, he leaned back to consider me as I laid down under him. Part of me felt disgusted with it, with the fact that the bed was covered in blood, even with Otis, as he smugly grinned down at me, enjoying my discomfort. But there was something indescribable in his eyes too, something ferociously, frighteningly adoring – and I revelled in it. Wrapped that feeling around me like a shawl – of being desired. 

“Think we could do with fewer clothes.” And he took my hand and pressed it to the hem of his shirt. Wants me to undress him. I leaned up and took a deep breath. As he finished up and put the shirt by the end of the bed (avoiding stains), I unbuttoned my blouse – unable to hide my eagerness. When I put it near where he put his, his hands prevented me from undressing further, pressing me into the mattress.

“You look good enough to eat,” Otis said, voice low like a growl, and nipped at my lip. His hands wandering, tugging at straps, at waistbands of tights and skirt, kneading breasts through padding. Not long after it was all gone. Discarded somewhere.

Otis stared at me, appreciatively, and took his time handling me; legs wide, then pulled me by the knees flush to him, erection heavy on my stomach. I reached up to kiss him, trying to prolong this phase out of nervousness. Avoided looking below his chest, but the feel of it was intimidating enough.

“Feelin’ shy?” he teased, leaning on his elbows, hand around my throat, angling our faces better. I mimicked him and wrapped mine around his neck, at which he chuckled. “Ain’t got nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart.”

Was it that obvious? I dug my nails in his upper arms. He hissed, then laughed softly, pressing kisses on my forehead, cheeks, nose. Melting into him, I allowed him to position me as he wanted, mess around with my legs, letting his cock rest on my labia, a taste of what was to come.

“I’ll take good care of you, don’t you worry,” he was smiling through his reassurances, almost mocking me. Feeling warmed by his kisses and the possessive way his hands roamed my body, from throat to chest to belly, letting his fingers trail down to my clit as my hips bucked into him. Whiny noises turned to moans as he moved a finger in between my labia and pressed inside.

“You want me? You want me to fuck you good?” He was out of breath himself.

I nodded, dizzy as he devoured me, sloppy and wet. Open mouth on my neck, making me shiver as he nipped at the pulse points. Otis’ finger curled inside, and I almost screeched. How was everything he did this intense? Reeling from that one finger, he established something of a rough rhythm that hit just perfect each time.

“No, no, no, please,” I clamped my fingers around his wrist.

“What’s that? Can’t take it?”

I shook my head, pleading him with my eyes as he certainly didn’t slow down and left me dizzy and throwing my head back into the pillow.

“I thought you’d do better. After all, it was you who wanted this. Said you liked me so very much.” But his hand didn’t stop, only curled in so deep that it hurt and I screamed.

“Otis, please-”

He pulled his hand back – a relief but a loss – and pet my head, kissing me unexpectedly softly. “Shh, shh.”

Tears ran down to my ears, and I wiped them away.

“Please,” I whispered, looking up at him through wet lashes.

His wicked smile didn’t reassure me in the slightest. “You look so sweet right now. But god, I’m impatient.”

I pressed my eyes closed and another tear made its way down and into my hair. Smothering it by turning my head to the side only served to put me face to face with the cut up corpse in the middle of the floor. Otis kissed my neck, right by the collarbone, hair tickling. The realisation that I didn’t have that much of a choice in this was startling. As much as I wanted him, will I even survive to the morning? Perhaps this is how each of those people ended up here, enamoured by Otis, the white haired beautiful man, who was so smart, and so nice, and such a good kisser. And now they’re dead on the floor of his room.

As if he read my thoughts, he said: “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

My body flinched as he positioned himself at my entrance, pushing my labia aside. He pressed my hand to his cock, and I gripped it tight, to which it pulsed and twitched. Otis groaned, leaning down to capture my lips again.

“What’s your last name?” he asked, and despite confusion, I told him.

“Why do you care?”

He laughed, a beautiful yet mean laugh. His thumb pat my clitoris, rubbing it. Then he pressed in, slow, hissing an exhale. He let himself fall to one elbow, kissing me as he slowly but thoroughly bottomed out. It stretched me, and I whined with each new tug of sensation, perfect, perfect, so full and so perfectly his. The world spun, but it was just him, just the feel of him that was the world.

After settling in fully, enjoying my heat, taking a moment; noses bumping, hot breath on my face, breathing in his air. He moaned as he pulled back, and I did as he pushed back in.

Otis’ voice was rough as he spoke again; “You’re gonna forget that name, sweetheart. It’s Driftwood now.”