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tragicvictoriantears · 2 years

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✞ To never underestimate the passage of time! ✞

Ferid Bathory X FemReader!

✞ angst.

✞ TW: Ferid is the biggest tw. Mentions of death.

I wish that my first post is for my dear best friend @theorphanprince . I love you, thank you for everything! You are an ocean of inspiration, truly splendid by its own nature, your soul never fails to amaze me! De asemenea, ești o gagică mișto, hai te pup șmecherio!;)

He held her tightly in his arms, too bad it almost hurts so much, as if her skeleton was going to snap - not even the smallest bone would escape from such a lovely well-made trap! Ah, how nice it would pop though! I like to imagine that everything would break to the rhythm of the piano keys, when "Moon Sonata" is sung with pathos — for only the moon can offer beauty to such scenes or even morbid thoughts. Even my terrifying descriptions, in the sunlight, they would become ridiculous. Too much would be seen ( to my shame as an amateur and lazy author )! Ah, alas, I did it again! I distracted you from the real story! I don't think I was made to read children bedtime stories. Lucky for me, this one is for adults — and lucky for you, it’s a short one!

Ferid, Ferid, Ferid and again, Ferid! Ferid Bathory!! Applause for him! To this splendid prince! So charming and mysterious, a good girl’s dream of a bad boy! He is rarely seen without his role as a clown in Shakespeare's plays. But now I would describe him as a protagonist, a sad and old hero, in a tragic love story! Italians shall cry at the table with their pasta and with Romeo and Juliet.

Oh, Ferid. Alas, so long he insists on holding her in his cold arms, as if… as if she was going to turn into sand!! He must — for the sake of his own desperation — catch every strand. Before the tide steals a part of her figure forever, or even before it takes everything away from him. As you can see, we are talking about waves. Waves from great storms, with drowned pirates and hungry mermaids, followed by the cries of orphans as they watch how their father figures never return home.

But who was that wave? Maybe the past that still thinks about haunting, like a bored ghost in the cemetery, fed up with the silence of others. It can't be, it can't be! But wait! Who was he to fight the inevitable?

However, let's see some other possibilities! It must be searched with great patience if you really want to find the answer burning in our throats. What could go wrong for Ferid? Well, many things made him miserable in his life... alas, he lived badly. As both human and vampire. Has he ever kept up with all his misfortunes? I mean, at one point, they kept coming and coming, I’m sure he started to not pay attention to them anymore. Until now… .

I know! I found it! Everyone's feared weapon when they get their hands on something ephemeral: time. Like a little girl who fears that her rose is dying, like a woman who worries that she is getting older. Time takes everything, my dear readers. There is nothing time can’t take. We all have debts. We all owe time. Even when it comes to immortals, time manages to steal a few things. Maybe it doesn't really take everything, there remains a bitterness on this earth - that's why they are immortal. But time, to them, is like a seagull flying towards your food.

Y/n, oh, precious she! It reminded him of the humanity he didn't get to enjoy, but he enjoyed it through her. Sleeping, skin care, needing to go to the bathroom or eat a well-prepared meal. Things that no longer had meaning for him, look, through her, they’ve gotten one! Isn't this a beautiful gift for mortals? To enjoy simple things? I say it's very beautiful and Ferid totally agrees with me. He began to feel alive through her, to get rid of that boredom and that hatred held deep for time, which at one moment seemed to spite him. He didn't need much, really. Although his exterior is as extravagant as can be, I assure you that this bloody nobleman, carries a simple heart in his chest. Like most of us, too.

Here comes the bug. It would be such a shame, if not even terrible, for Ferid to subject y/n to a life like his. Immortality drains you. It's true, you stay young and beautiful, that can be attractive at first. However, let's not jump into such a dangerous offer, just… just look at the price! Internal rot is not worth it!! You will begin to have serious breakdowns from not being able to identify yourself properly. The best advice is to not dare become immune to time and death, you pay dearly! Ah, ... but Ferid never wanted to pay dearly, to have eternal beauty and youth — he was so small and unhappy from the beginning. His childhood was so bad, I swear, you could say he had already tasted immortality, right from the start! But enough, that's enough! I better stop with these descriptions. Everyone will be very sad if I continue! And Ferid is tired of being stuck in those memories anyway, that's why he adored his lover. With her, he is slowly moving on like a mortal, over all those terrible episodes. To live in the present! It is something, as a vampire, to be able to enjoy the present once in a while. Without thinking about the expensive payment… .

Wait! He realizes that he may be paying right now! It sounds crazy but it's completely normal for somebody like him to experience this! Just as we are surprised that a bitter week has passed like lightning, for them it is years, decades—centuries! Oh my! It is natural for him to think that at this moment, it’s happening, again! Maybe if he stops the hug, oblivious to the passing of minutes and hours, he'll wake up with Y/N already dead. Oh, sweet Juliet, held all her life in the arms of a terrible bastard! We shall cry rivers together, for her tormented soul!

And with an extraordinarily agitated movement, he breaks the loving embrace to gaze in horror at her face. His eyes and hands were shaking terribly, if he wasn't a vampire, I would dare say his forehead was also sweating from the whirlwind of emotions.

And if he wasn’t a vampire, I would also dare to say that he breathed a sigh of relief. That horrific image didn't happen.

,, You act like you are cutting your first tree! What have gotten into you again? Who holds the sword over your head? " she decides to tease him innocently, the goal being obviously to calm him down. Ferid of course doing the same at the times when y/n is tense.

“I'm afraid the sword is pointed at you, my dove. "

,, Although I like to see that you are capable of concern, I would prefer that you no longer have any reason when it comes to me. " her hands reach for his neck, looking at him with curious eyes, eager to discover more. What a beautiful and confident smile she has! Ferid, maybe out of embarrassment, looks away, a gesture that makes y/n giggle.

"This is hard! You know it too! I’m not ready to let you go. Not now… maybe not ever! " and his face gets scrunched up. The opposite cheek is poked by her finger, specifically to turn his gaze and look at her straight in the eyes.

" But you are ready. You don’t need to be dependent on me! “

“ Maybe… I need to. I don’t know any other way to live! “ delicately, he ends up holding her face in his still shaking hands.

“ Ferid, blink now, I promise I'm not going anywhere." her hand touches his cheek as she makes him do this calming exercise again. So he closes them, relishing the warmth of her skin against his, his glacier cheek.

He opens them. The waves are calmer, although there is still a little wind. In front is a sandcastle knocked down by the water, and her hand is gone. It's quiet, no sign of any playful giggles. She died decades ago.

This is what happens when you underestimate the passage of time.

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eluxcastar · 2 years

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Ferid go brr

FEATURES: ferid bathory

CW: use of terms like doll, abusive relationships, implied physical harm/assault, emotional decay

WC: 460

NOTES: I wrote this at literally five a.m. save me

this thing is a monster, and of all people it has picked you to entertain its whims and desires. It likes to doll you up, leave you to fend for yourself and whisper sweetly worded pities to you when things go wrong, because if you become too safe you become boring to it. He doesn't want to play with something that can maintain a sense of security and doesn't wonder if they should smash a chair over the head of whoever enters when they hear the door open. No, that's not entertaining.

he wants to play with someone so scared out of their mind they don't care what he does, they'll keep running back to him without a moment's hesitation, because however much hell he puts you through it'll never be the same as being alone.

at first it wasn't bad, at least not as bad as now, the occasion tousle here and there as he enjoyed tormenting you on the surface where everyone could see it, an odd form of humiliation. Then came the bargaining, the offers, the temptations as he attempted to coax you into trusting him, and you never did. He escalated again, and suddenly came the aggression, the grabbing, he was becoming less patient with you but no less coy.

he wants to see the product of a pure, unadulterated fear. He revels in seeing you pushed and pulled on the strings he's made for you, his little marionette, as you are brought to the lowest point of mental fortitude and highest peak of insecurity a Human being can reach while still teetering on the edge of your sanity just enough to rip you back to the sweet embrace of safety with a good tug on your chord. On the days you keep your mind you are nursed only by your own desire to live, though for what you haven't figured out yet, the fantasy you've made in your head of a prettier world seen through nothing but a comfortable pair of rose-coloured glasses seemingly your only idea.

it is a hell you wouldn't have fathomed before, not until you learn the pain of leaning yourself against the bathroom sink on the hard tile floor, feeling across your scalp for the laceration you know is there from the pool of blood you woke up in and the head-splitting pain. You know he will greet you with the perfect explanation, something that would start to make you question yourself if you hadn't danced this tune of lies and deceit many times.

your world is dismal, soul-draining and most glaringly, colourless, as if the world loses its bright hues and beautiful vibrance when your only memories are of a single colour that plagues you like no other. red.

#✦ — scenarios.#✦ — angst.#owari no seraph manga #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #ferid #ferid bathory #ferid x reader #ferid bathory x reader #owari no seraph x reader #seraph of the end x reader

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floareadeaur · 1 month

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Hi! Could you please write some general fluff hcs about Ferid Bathory?

• Series: Owari no Seraph/ Seraph of the End

• Pairing: Ferid Bathory x female!reader

• Author's words:

Honestly, I thought about what I could write here and found myself unable to simply string together some "fluff" ideas about Ferid. Maybe it is because I am too used to writing prose, or I find this character way too deep?

The point is that Ferid suffered a lot from the lack of genuine love from his family, Rìgr, God, the world in general. That is why I felt the need to explain a little about his whole falling in love process.

It is a brief description, and perhaps chaotic.

But I think that the most "fluffy" thing about Ferid from a romantic perspective would be his openness towards the woman he loves, showing his real nature: meditative, maybe sober, with deep philosophies and always determined for the ideal. Offering that delicacy, fragility that he hid in an attempt to survive. For him to allow himself to be vulnerable in the face of this love.

That is what I have tried to present here. And from this point, obviously, a whole dynamic is born between him and the woman he falls in love with, the one he loves.And I think I will describe this dynamic further in other posts. Those will definitely contain more explicit "fluff headcanons".

Now, I think Ferid has a very sensitive layer in his soul and we have to take him slowly.

I am sorry if it is not what you expected it to be. I find myself in the position of being very particular when writing about Ferid. I feel like I can not fit him into something "general". Or is it the fact that I would write about him continuously?

Tell me, dear anon, what do you think and if you want to continue the philosophy on his fluffy behavior in a romantic relationship. I currently have so many ideas and scenarios about this. ( thousands of them )

Ask anything about this topic, what I wrote about. I will happily answer and philosophize about Ferid in general, or his way of falling in love, of loving.

That being said, feedback is really welcome and I wish anyone who finds this post a good day!

The world he loves

It is not easy for Ferid Bathory to fall in love. In fact, he never did. But this boy has found himself in the position of longing for genuine love since birth.

From his parents, from his brother, from his adoptive father.

Family love betrayed him. And the one for a good God collapsed under the realization of this non-existent good god.

In general, the world in which Ferid lives has not given him love. Always only criticism, reproach, forcing unfamiliar attitudes on Ferid.

Thus Ferid shut himself up, isolating his soul behind learned attitudes in order to survive.

There was no one who loved him for who he was, for that simple fact.

Therefore, it is reasonable to say that Ferid did not meet love, but only his objectification for a certain interest.

...Superficial, broken, miserable...

Maybe these words are not too harsh to describe the world.

And yet Ferid continues to analyze and observe this very world. And his observations are never biased or incorrect.

That is why he cannot deny or not see her genuine love.

When Ferid meets this woman, his senses are on high alert. He observes her, analyzes her.

This women's presence unsettles him.

And as Ferid Bathory realizes why she seeks his presence, his unease grows.

It is difficult for him to even look her in the eye.

It is difficult for him to look into such deep eyes that remind him of the sky.

Why is she reminding him of this?

Because her eyes are the second place where Ferid finds himself looking again in the hope of being loved.

Just as he once looked up to the sky and was not honored with any answer.

Maybe that is why he is like this in the beginning.

The same arrogant noble vampire, on whose face dances the same almost mocking smiles.

Maybe for this very reason, and maybe for he thus taught himself how to hide.

Maybe, that is also why, he welcomes her to his library, at first, with the same arrogant smile and smug attitude.

Because it is an unusual situation, for which Ferid does not have a prepared answer.

It is a situation that risks touching a deep and fragile part of him.

And she touches Ferid.

There are no detailed stories of his bitter past for her to come close due the mercy of these forgotten histories, for Ferid would be a victim in her eyes.

He still hides it and just observes her. It is hard for him to bring out that unwanted boy anyway.

But slowly, his arrogance disappears.

She notices deep in his small gestures, how with time, certain suspicions of hers are confirmed.

And she sees how, from the arrogant noble who welcomes her formally in a public library, letters written personally by this noble appear.

But in his elegant writing it is not just a formal exhortation, or deceptive games.

"Please come to this room."

The room is indicated to her. The girl goes at his directions.

And after months of seeing the mask, she discovers there the man she is actually felt all this time.

The one she fell in love with.

Ferid Bathory, sitting on the edge of a bed.

The surrounding room is simple now, devoid of all those crowded and heavy ornaments, which are repeated as if obsessively in everything that always surrounds him.

Ferid himself is simple: the white shirt, without frills, the classic black trousers, the knee-high boots in black leather.

That black velvet ribbon is missing, his silver hair is undone and loose, framing his now smileless face. The red ruby earrings are also gone. Perhaps the passion symbolized by their cold stones is no longer necessary.

It is just the deep, meditative look of his red eyes. Beyond that cursed shade, as if unsuited to this man's features, a concentration is now felt.

Ferid Bathory is now focused on looking only at her.

His gaze stopped wandering contrary to his facade smiles. Now he is just focused on her, to the point where he is almost intimidating.

But she feels only that living, human warmth that shudders her body and heart to the core.

Ferid finally lets that warmth out, his living passion.

And then, when he rises to his feet and approaches her, his walk is no longer dancing as if, sparkling. The filthy pomposity that adorned him, that grandeur, dissipated, not being part of his real nature.

She can now observe the elegant yet sober walk and deep gaze of a noble soul.

From the way Ferid holds out his hand to her, in which his slight smile brightens his almost melancholic face, she can see the true refinement of this man.

A deeply worked refinement, accompanied by bitter suffering.

Perhaps precisely from the way this refinement was actually gained.

From that old, oppressive childhood, which Ferid has not forgotten and she does not know about.

But which, this woman who sincerely loves Ferid, suspects.

And she is happy that he is starting to show his sincere reality. Her warm hand reaches out and rests softly in his cold one. But the contact is not like between a living and a dead one.

Another thing she noticed.

Ferid is not a dead man wounded by vampirism. He is a living man wounded by the dead world.

From here, Ferid continues to welcome her like that.

Books read together, many books read in that intimate, simple room.

He is no longer afraid to look her in the eye. The man smiles lightly, serenely. Ferid is quiet. He knows that beyond those eyes there is love for the real him. That is why Ferid cherishes that look and every moment he can spend with her.

It is a situation he has never encountered before and it is difficult for him. But happiness comes and from that is born a warm tenderness, which Ferid finally has someone to give it to.

The world is putrid and unforgiving, however, as she tells him.

"I too am a part of the world"

Ferid tries to unravel this paradox, where a genuine love for someone like him is born out of a world that should not have such a thing.

His only logical response is that she is his world.

And Ferid decides that he must protect this world that looks lovingly back at him.

The only love that does not betray him.

#ferid bathory #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #ferid bathory x reader #ferid bathory x reader headcanons #ferid bathory headcanons #ferid bathory imagines

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urdgealesisbaby · 2 months

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Ferid x fem reader. Reader was part of Guren's squad but when they were fighting Ferid Guren left her and reader wanted revenge so ferid made her vampire and by some time they became married couple and imagine like guren meeting reader again but now as Ferid's wife and vampire

Hello,dear anon! Sure thing!

I made a scenario btw so it can be more intriguing.

Also Guren sounds stupid in this little scenario xD.

Ferid Bathory's wife that meets Guren after a long time

Ferid Bathory

It was long ago that you gave up being a human.It was himself,Lord Ferid Bathory,who made you one citizen of the vampire world.You didn't regret it though.

You were very happy with your decision to become a vampire and you were even happier when you and Ferid got married and became an official couple.

You liked your husband,despide all the things he had done,he was actually very soft and careful around you,sometimes rather playful.You were a pretty good couple though,despite Krul hating Ferid,she always became more soft when it came to you.So you were accepted in the vampire world.

Guren had left you,if it weren't for Ferid's mercy(I can't believe I'm saying this lol),you would be dead by now.So you were very angry at all those humans who had left you behind.What if Ferid killed you?What if he made you his slave?What if anything,really,after all,it's Ferid Bathory who we're talking about.

As always,you were going places with your husband,when it finally came to you.Guren and his squad were in front of your faces.What where you going to do?

"Y/n.....Is that you? Am I seeing right?" Guren asks,not believing what he is seeing.

"It is....Guren....I see you're alive as well,after all." you say,looking at Guren with an angry look.

Ferid then gets his sword out,prepared to fight Guren because he knows how angry you've been at Guren all these years because he left you all alone.

"Why aren't you stopping him,y/n? He's going to attack us." Guren says.

Y/n,showing her fangs,responds to Guren.

"Why should I? I am one of them now,you should be afraid of me as well."

At your saying,Guren and his squad all get prepared for a fight,but little they know that they stand no chance in front of you two.

After you two finish them off,Guren curses at you.

"You stupid woman! You've became a vampire ,you left all your humanity behind! You shouldn't be alive!" Guren says.

"I was the one to leave behind humanity? Or did humanity leave me behind first? What are you saying?" you say,being full of rage.

After all of that,you and Ferid get back home and you two comfort each other.

"Y'know,maybe I shouldn't react like that....after all,they were my friends sometime." you say,looking at Ferid.

Ferid takes your hands into his and speaks.

"You shouldn't worry that much about them,after all,when they left you with me,they didn't care about you."

He then pulls you into a deep kiss,slowly putting you on the bed,to give you snuggles all night.

Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!

#seraph of the end #ons #ferid bathory #owari no serafu #guren ichinose #guren x reader #ferid ons #ferid x reader #ferid bathory x reader

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of-solitude-past-and-present · 2 years

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About the Blog/Rules and Fandoms

I’m Emme. I have ADHD and a life so posts may be sporadic. This is a sideblog. (I crosspost my stories to Quotev under @ PolumniaOmnia.)

Everything else under the cut.

Rules for Requesting

I accept requests for scenarios, headcanons, and interactions. Be sure to specify which. Guidelines and/or additional rules for interactions and concepts are discussed below these general rules. Headcanons are easier and will generally be answered faster.

I only accept one character per request. I do write either fem or gn readers, be sure to specify. If you don’t, then I’ll choose depending on my mood.

Finally, I love AUs, especially soulmate and monster ones. If you have an idea for one, send it in!

I do NOT write:

Anything regarding children, pregnancy, and abortion

NSFW

Self harm or suicide

Male readers

Specific body types

Eating disorders

Medical conditions and specific disabilities (I do not want to portray real-life disorders and the like incorrectly.)

Multiple characters x one partner

Character x character

Anything regarding non-yandere topics (loose rule)

Characters that are 15 and under (I age up characters 16 and over, but if they look like a little kid then that’s a no from me.)

I may add more later.

Interactions

Interactions are just you, talking to a character. Send in a piece of dialogue, and if you want, a bit of background context (i.e “reader is planning an escape” or “they’re in Heaven’s Arena”). I’ll accept OCs too, for now at least, but you have to give me a brief overview of your OC. If I decide I don’t like writing OCs then this may change.

Concepts/Chatting

Basically, if you have any ideas you want to talk about or questions about anything I have written or am planning to write, send em in! I’d love to hear thoughts and questions.

Fandoms/Accepted Characters

If a character isn’t listed underneath the fandom, then I do not write for them. Characters and fandoms that are bolded are my favorites and requests for them are more likely to be answered. Just because your fave may not be on the list does not necessarily mean that I don’t like them (I find myself chronically incapable of disliking most characters) it may just mean that either I don’t know them well or I'm just wholly indifferent towards them.

Hunter x Hunter

Chrollo Lucilfer, Illumi Zoldyck, Phinks, Feitan Porter

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle, Ace, Trey, Leona, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Sebek, Lilia

Genshin Impact

Scaramouche/Wanderer/Kunikuzushi, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Albedo, Subject 2/Fakebedo, Dainsleif, Kaeya, Alhaitham

Seraph of the End

Ferid Bathory, Crowley Eusford

The Case Study of Vanitas

August Ruthven, Noé Archiviste, Vanitas

Hellsing Ultimate

Alucard

Honkai: Star Rail

Sampo Koski, Blade, Boothill (thinking real hard abt him but I won't say too much until he comes out)

#important

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patty-writes · 5 years

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Hello!!! Lifting from that first meeting starters list- “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else" with Ferid (lmao)? No worries if the prompt is too uninspiring but I would love to see you write this!!! Thank you!!!

It was actually very inspiring and I’m so happy that I can write something about my beloved problematic fav and for you! Thank you so much for sending this, I hope you’ll enjoy it 💕It took me like 5434578 years and now I think it could make a hella good, multiple chapter fanfiction.

→ Word count: 2,994

London, 16 November 1888

Heavy fog was lingering between narrow buildings creating an overwhelming atmosphere of coldness and dread. Empty, dark windows seemed to stare at the passers by who were foolish enough to wander through this part of the city in such a late hour, where nothing but darkness remained, delicately diffused by the light of the moon, now hanging high on the sky in a partly bitten shape of the sickle. It was almost eleven o’clock at night, no wonder then that the only sound in the area was the creaking of crows, the sound of water flowing down the drain, the whistling wind and your footsteps on the pavement, still wet from the recent downpour.

You were mentally scolding yourself for not declining the last cup of tea from Mrs. Jones and not coming back home earlier, when the weather was more pleasant and the area less dangerous. Still, you didn’t want to give any bad impression, both for her and her son, whom you have finally managed to have an interview with after many weeks of trying and impatiently waiting for his letter. Henry Jones was, after all, one of the best forensic doctors and one of the few who was willing to answer your questions, right now, however, you were staring to doubt whether staying in his mansion for so long was a good idea. You didn’t have any other alternative for a way back home, except for walking on your feet on this eerie night. You couldn’t lie that, despite the unfortunate circumstances, it was a truly wonderful night, the ones where you could almost hear the unreal whispering in the shadows.

You heard a carriage driving in the distance and you decided to turn left, preferring to keep the track on the wider, better illuminated streets instead of those narrow ones, where the danger seemed to be ready for an attack behind every corner. You didn’t want to die, especially not now, when you had your notebook with the written interview you were working so hard on, it would be truly unfair for it all to go to waste simply because of not being careful enough. However, the cold shiver was still running down your spine, reminding you about your poor choices and the possibility of negative results it could bring to your life soon. Eventually, you decided to focus on the road and the surroundings, relying on your senses and instincts which should allow you to notice the presence of someone else before any tragedy happened. The crows were circling your form on the sky above like an evil omen and with every step further, it was harder to control the trembling of your arms.

Walking to the other side of the street to avoid some drunkard laying there, you held the notebook more firmly and speed up a little, now realizing that it was not so far away from your home. All you had to do, was to cross the next road and you would see the tiny garden in front of your house, the mere think of climbing to the bed bringing the smile to your lips. Just when you were about to reach the crossroad, there was something unusual which you noticed with the corner of your eye while passing nearby the narrow street hidden in the shadows between two tenement houses. The wave of shock shaked through your body and forced you to stop in the middle of the step, your imagination now creating the very dreadful images of what could it be in real, while after slowly turning your head to the side, you realized that it was no joke your mind would be playing on you.

You really did saw a wave of a perfectly white coat.

At first, you thought that it was a pair of lovers in an adoring embrace in such a grotesque scenery of the dirty street, where the outfit of a man who’s back was facing you was the purest object your gaze could find. The longer you looked, however, the more your eyes saw and it didn’t took you long to realize that the head resting on the shoulder of the noble was unnaturaly pale, gray even, when there was no more life shining in their dead eyes. The other one, dressed as the nobility, was holding them tightly against the wall, his face hidden in the crook of their neck; coat swinging with the soft whispers of the wind and long, almost silver hair tied up with the black ribbon at his nape.

The aristocrat seemed to notice your presence despite staying back to you and with a swift movement straightened his back and slowly turned to you, his paperlike skin painted with the crimson blood smeared over his lips and sharp fangs. He let go of his victim, allowing them to fall on the pavement with a loud thud, like an used toy which was no longer needed and despite the horror and ridiculousness of this whole situation, you couldn’t stop staring at his inhuman, red eyes where thin, vertical pupils dilated a little at your sight.

The vampire, the man in front of you was undoubtedly a vampire and it was the only reasonable thought that your shocked mind could comprehend in that moment. Still, staying in the middle of the street in front of this bloodthirsty monster in the middle of the night didn’t seem like the safest idea in the slighest, but your legs were too heavy to carry your body somewhere else. You could only stare and admire his features, the ones which would easily lure both men and women, seducing them with the fleeting promise of the sweet kiss, only to leave them lifeless at his feet.

“Well then,” he mused, his voice low and calm, amused even. “I wasn’t expecting an audience.”

Mesmerized, you observed as he took a handkerchief out of the pocket and wiped the blood off his lips. Despite your mind screaming at you that you should ran as fast as you can, you still weren’t able to move and were simply looking at his nonchalant movements as if he didn’t just kill a human in front of your bare eyes by drinking the blood out of his body.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” he chuckled and peeked at the right as if he was hearing something your mortal senses couldn’t catch in the night air. “Nevertheless, it was nice seeing you. I hope you enjoyed the show, good luck explaining it to the others!”

With a laugh on the lips, the vampire turned around and wandered off leaving you absolutely speechless. Cold wind blew in your face, reminding you that indeed, you were still alive, cheeks burning from the emotions and feeling as if you had just witnessed a truly bizarre dream.

London, 17 November 1888

The tea in front of you was getting colder with every passing minute as you couldn’t bring yourself to take a sip of it, too lost in your own thoughts. Memories of the previous evening were running through your head with the speed of light, every single one of them giving you more questions left without answers, bothering you and your common sense.

Did it all truly happened? Did you really witness that? Was that man—the vampire—real or just a part of your vivid imagination? Even if he was, how was it possible, after all? Those creatures were supposed to exist only in fairytales you heard as a child, not in your everyday life. What about all of the others then? Werewolves? Mermaids? Were they here, too, living among mortals without their knowledge? Or maybe you were just insane?

The whole situation was driving you mad, just as the unbearable suspense.

Finally, you took a sip of now cool tea and reached for the newspaper, looking at the obituaries, looking for any signs of the man that you saw dying yesterday. Unfortunately, nothing could be found and with a heavy feeling in the stomach, you wondered whether his body was found at all. Or maybe they were just a peasant, not worth having any notice in the local newspaper?

“Damn it,” you muttered under breath and stood up from the table, heading to your humble office, determinated to finally finish your article.

If you would only focus on your job, you would surely start forgetting about it. It seemed like much safer option for you, too, especially since digging into such a delicate subject could end up badly for you, possibly even worse than for this unfortunate person who was the vampire’s victim.

London, 29 November 1888

You could swear that you saw him with the corner of your eye while wandering through the street with the basket full of groceries. He was there, facing you and smiling as if your mere presence was amusing him, still, it didn’t take him longer than a blink to disappear into the crowd, leaving nothing but a cold chill down your spine.

It couldn’t be a dream, he wasn’t part of your imagination although he, indeed, appeared in your dreams from time to time, mostly saying something inconherent but always dressed all in white—such a contrast to the darkness he was surrounding himself with. In your dreams, the vampire seemed so real you could almost touch him, feel the soft structure of his pearly white skin under your fingers and yet, no matter how many times you tried to do it, he still managed to fade away in the last second. Your mind was playing terrible tricks with you, that was for sure, but the memory of that night seemed to be engraved in your head, haunting you for the rest of your life if you only didn’t find the truth.

The unspoken words floating through your mind were interrupting your work which eventually wasn’t completely unnoticed.

“Is everything alright?” The question asked so suddenly made you jump slightly, coming back to reality as you looked at your friend and remembered that you were meeting with him to give him your latest article to publish in the newspaper.

Ungrateful job, publishing your works with a different surname, but you enjoyed seeing them printed on the paper, the pride not leaving you since you first managed to hold it with your hands.

“Yes, it’s alright,” you forced a smile. “I’m just tired, this one took a lot more energy than I thought.”

“I’m sure it will be great,” he smiled at you. “The letters we are receiving are mostly praising your work.”

“Well, that’s a compliment then.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”

For the mere second you wondered how would he react of you told him about what you saw—about the vampire on the hunt—but immediately decided to not speak about it. Not only he wouldn’t believe you but he could also grow concern about your mental health. You could almost hear the words the vampire said just before leaving you be, letting you live, and they echoed in your mind for a long time after.

Good luck explaining it to the others.

“I’m fine. Thank you for the concern.”

London, 5 December 1888

The letter you received was unexpected. Obviously, you were aware of the engagement of your cousin but you didn’t think the whole ceremony of marriage would happen so soon. Still, you were reading an invitation again and again, fingers tracing the ink letters as your sight loomed over them, words repeated in your head.

It was supposed to be a wonderful evening, full of joy, lights and flowers and you couldn’t be more happy for her. Such a splendid way to start the new year, with the love of the life by the side, ready to pace through the future together.

Right now, however, you had to focus on finishing the new article, the one you still weren’t sure whether you wanted to publish or not. It seemed like a risky idea but you couldn’t help yourself, thinking about how could it be the only opportunity to keep the demons away.

It wasn’t going to get signed with your surname, after all.

Warwick, 20 December 1888

The manour your cousin was going to start living in was gorgeous, decorated mostly in bottle green and dark blue—her now husband’s favourite colours. You could endlessly walk through the halls, admiring detailed paintings, marble sculptures and other decorations which were giving the whole interior a truly exquisite taste. The library was just as impressive as the rest of the house, containg so many titles that even the best London’s bookstores could only envy such a collection. The air was soaked with the smell of warm wax, sweet perfumes, cold, winter air and the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen floor below, all of that spiced with the melody played downstairs by an orchestra invited to the ball.

It was supposed to be a magnificent evening and it truly was—first, the wedding and now the party.

You walked into the parlour and realized that there was only few people there, sitting on the comfortable couch and armchairs next to the fireplace and chatting, prehaps taking a breath before coming down to the ball. It was quiet there, indeed, a perfect place to relax a little and have a small conversation with a glass of champagne in the hand.

Encouraged, you headed to the nearest free place and sat in an armchair, immediately feeling as if its soft structure was going to swallow you whole. Letting out a long exhale, you looked at the impressive painting of your cousin and her husband hanging above the fireplace, smiling slightly to yourself at this utopic image. You were genuinely wishing them the best and since he seemed to be a good man, it shouldn’t be too hard to fulfill.

“Good evening.”

Hearing a voice coming from the couch next to you, you turned to look in the face of whoever desired to interrupt your thoughts, just to freeze in place as your eyes met the bloody red ones, vertical pupils observing you with a predatory precision.

“Oh, don’t you remember me, little lamb?” Theatrical sadness appeared on the handsome face of the vampire as he leaned down, resting his chin on the hand, only to be changed in an amused one within a mere second. “I think you do! If you didn’t you wouldn’t write such an article to the newspaper, would you?”

Your throat suddenly grew completely dry and you had to swallow to remind yourself that you were, indeed, able to speak. Plus, you were both surrounded by people, in the middle of the party, moreover, so he wouldn’t dare to hurt you now.

Or would he?

“Still not much of a talker, hm? Alright then, allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Lord Ferid Bathory.”

You nodded slightly, now matching his name with the image from your memory and dreams. Hesitantly, you answered, sharing your name with him only to receive a chuckle.

“I know your name, silly! I know that you didn’t use it under an article, also.”

“Did you read that?” you asked quietly, brows furrowing.

Of course, the main idea of the article was to draw his attention and somehow bring it back to you—just so you could stop all this nonsense and finally find peace, either in an embrace of death or having a conversation with him. Still, you wished more for the latter and you weren’t disappointed now, simply surprised that it worked.

Your friend wasn’t the happiest after reading the article you prepared, explaining to you that subjects about supernatural beings may not be greatly welcomed in the society who is building cages above the graves of their beloved ones just in case they could raise from the dead. Still, you insisted, argumenting that it was nothing but a hint, an advice on how to act in case of an attack. Wandering alone in the night was the first position on the list about how to protect yourself from the evil spirits.

“Of course I did,” he smiled and you could swear that you saw the tips of his fangs for a single moment. “It was hilarious, if you ask me, but I have to disappoint you, my little lamb, wooden stake does no harm to us.”

“It doesn’t…?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Well then…” You adjusted the position on the armchair so you would face him directly. “What does?”

He laughed genuinely happy, drawing attention of people in the parlour for a second.

“That would be too easy if I just told you.”

“Why didn’t you kill me back then?” The question escaped your lips before you could think about it twice and with the words spoken, you felt an unexistent heaviness leave your shoulders, just now noticing how it was present there since the day you saw the vampire on the street.

But Ferid simply shrugged.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t hungry anymore, as you probably noticed. I wasn’t in the mood for playing around. I simply didn’t want to.”

“Are you implying that I’m alive only because of your caprice?”

“I’m not implying.” The spark of malice appeared in his eyes. “I’m simply telling the truth.”

There was a silence between you two as the air grew heavy, yet somehow not noticed by anyone else. Once again, you felt as if you were in a dream, the dreadful and exciting one, crossing the paths of fantasy and reality when the vampire, the real vampire was sitting next to you and casually talking with you. It was completely ridiculous and absurd.

“I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else,” you finally commented, making him giggle at your choice of words, taking a strand of white hair behind the ear.

“And that’s exactly why I like you, little lamb.”

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

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Hi guys! New blog cause I felt like it and I made my friend join too. We’re gonna say this straight off the bat that we’re inconsistent. Therefore, we’ll update at least once every two weeks. (for writing) but it’ll all depend cause we decided to be stupid and make this blog when we’re gonna start Junior yr in like 2 months but yeah (written in 2020 June). This is obv an imagine and scenario blog, Mod hawks will do imagines only and Mod Dazai will only do one-shots only. This blog is more of a stress reliever to get away from our studies. We’ll have a list of specific fandoms and characters we write for (favoritism cause we’re unfair like dat). anYWayS!

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Also when you request please try to be as specific as possible (especially if you’re requesting for scenarios/one-shots)

For e.g. “(Character name)’s reaction to first meeting s/o” rather than just “Fluff for (Character name)”.

Fandoms/Characters we write for (I’m sorry but we’re really picky cause we only write for those we know well enough to, I don’t wanna like half-ass it and screw something up):

If the name has H next to it only Mod Hawks will write for it (imagines) and if it has D next to it, only Mod Dazai will write for it (one-shot).

Bnha (Hawks is mah bby)

Todoroki Shouto

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugou Katsuki

Touy- AhEM Dabi

Hawks (Takami Keigo)

Uraraka Ochako

Yaoyorozu Momo

Rumi Usagiyama (D)

Kaminari Denki (D)

Tower of God (I’m a proud Korean)

25th Baam

Khun Agero Agnis

Hatz (H)

Endorossi (H)

Yuri Zahard

Zahard (In data personality for now)

Khun Eduan (In data personality for now)

White/Hoaquin (H)

Maplestory (Do ppl still know this game-) (H)

Phantom (H)

Evan (H)

Freed (H)

Mercedes (H)

Kinesis (H)

Luminous (H)

Bungou stray dogs

Osamu Dazai

Edogawa Ranpo

Nakahara Chuuya

Pokemon (Yes. You call it childish, I’ll find yo ass)

Raihan

Leon

Marnie

Hop

Gladion

Zelda botw (I love this series)

Link

Zelda

Urbosa

Revali (yes, I’m a furry. Deal with it)

Mipha

Fire emblem (So mAnY chOIcEs)

Claude

Dimitri

Edelgard

Felix

Sylvain

Hilda

Chrom

Kimetsu no Yaiba (tsUYOKU nARErUUuuUUUu)

Kamado Tanjiro

Kamado Nezuko (as a demon)

Uzui Tengen

Rengoku Kyojuro

Agamatsu Zenitsu

Hashibira Insouske

Kanroji Mitsuri

Kocho Shinobu

Iguro Obanai

Tomioka Giyuu

Tokito Muichiro

Yushiro

Akaza

Douma (Don’t request for Mod Dazai, cause he killed her waifu)

Yoriichi

Sabito

Owari no Seraph (so under apprieciated)

Ferid Bathory (D)

Crowley Eusford

Ichinose Guren

Hiragi Shinya

Hyakuya Yuichiro

Hyakuya Mikaela

Hiragi Shinoa

Haikyuu:

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Oikawa Tooru

Iwaizumi Hajime

Sugawara Koushi

Tsukishima Kei

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kozume Kenma

Haiba Lev

Bokuto Koutarou

Akaashi Keiji

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Semi Eita

Shirabu Kenjiro

Miya Atsumu

Miya Osamu

Devil-man crybaby:

Akira both before and after (D)

Ryo (D)

Miki (D)

Suddenly Became a Princess One Day (someone better request for this):

Claude

Atanasia

Lucas

Ezekiel

Felix

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

Amane Yugi (Hanako)

Amane Tsukasa

Minamoto Kou

Minamoto Teru

Yashiro Nene

Natsuhiko Yoga

Akane Aoi

God of high school (I have simped for Mori for 6 years-):

Mori (H)

Hui Mori (H)

Mira (H)

Daewhi (H)

Ilpyo (H)

Q (H)

R (H)

Soo Jin (H)

We’re sorry that this may be a little confusing but sometimes we just wanna stay within our comfort zone.

Lastly, this is a safe spot. Ya hear me? SAFE SPOT. A place where everyone comes to escape reality and just relieve stress so pls no hate. Also we’re sorry if we don’t upload a lot but we’re trying to pass high school and get to a good Uni ㅠㅠ

P.s. We might add more fandoms as we go.

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