#glory and gore
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Glory & Gore
The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily.
Warning: vampire jimin, blood, neck snapping, mentioning of killing/sucking blood, compelling, pain kink, jimin tied up, hitting (punching/slapping) stabbing, disturbing scenes, stalking, neck biting, intoxication,
Word Count: 6,570
Jimin had once loathed the idea of falling in love. He was centuries old, witnessing the world around him change and evolve to what it was now. Living through centuries to some could feel like ages, but to Jimin it was as though it flashed through his eyes in a matter of seconds. He had a good run, he'd admit. Living through plagues and wars. Meeting historical figures and even going through adrenaline rushes like jumping off of cliffs and going through high-speed chases with the police. He would say he truly lived.
It was Taehyung's idea - his long-term friend who was much of the same as him - that he starts dating. Jimin was more of the "hit it and quit it" type. He had amazing sex back in his time - dealing with orgies in the Mediterranean was possibly his favorite. Yet, he couldn't say anyone stood out to him and that was ages ago. Taehyung insisted that it was time for Jimin to settle down and, by the man's words, "Buy a home with a white picket fence, maybe a pet and find yourself a lover".
Jimin attempted to go on dates, but no one ever caught his eye. When you lived through centuries and different times, only someone quite charming could make his interest peak. By the fifth date he had understandably given up. He didn't need to find someone to live forever with - especially if that someone was meant to be a human. As long as he lived, the only person he had turned into a Vampire - the new name humans call them - was Taehyung himself. He had no real reason to turn anyone else, Taehyung being like a brother to him when he found his friend near death. Having to snap his neck after forcing him to drink his blood hurt his heart - but having Taehyung wake up blood thirsty and though not alive, seeming as if he was, was worth it.
Taehyung was the first to greet him when he returned back to the small town Taehyung now resides in. He had a few residences that he owned and had given him one to live in - coincidentally with a white picket fence - and declared that he had the perfect woman for him to date. No matter how many times Jimin insisted that he didn't need help finding a partner - male or female - Taehyung was not one to be told no.
So, Jimin agreed.
However, he did have requirements. If this person was someone for him, he had to make sure it was up to his standards. Jimin asks Taehyung the correct questions. Was he or she beautiful for a "vampire"? Did they exceed the level of confidence that wouldn't make them insecure around him? Were they highly intelligent - possibly rich? Money didn't matter, of course, but he wasn't going to have someone around him that only wanted him for his own.
The most important - as of now - were they good in bed? Taehyung wouldn't know this question and before he could even have the chance to ask, Taehyung had vanished before his eyes and left the older man alone in the home he gifted him. Jimin had released a heavy sigh and decided he needed some wine infused with his favorite type of blood.
It was exactly the next day when Taehyung had returned around dinner time. Neither of them ate human food, so to see Taehyung carrying a large box of pizza raises an eyebrow, but as he allows his friend inside, he could hear it. Smell it.
You. Jimin could hear the way your heartbeat quickens, pushing blood throughout your body. He inhales when you step your foot inside of his home and gives him a cute, shy bow. It makes Jimin licks his lips - you were his favorite type of blood and Taehyung knew this.
"This is Y/N."
Jimin hears Taehyung's words as though they're far - echoing into his mind. However, his full focus was on you and your beating heart. It pounds through his head until all he could think of was having you - devouring you on the spot. He can count the number of times your heart beats per second if he truly desired.
"What?" Jimin snaps his head to Taehyung who releases a few dry chuckles.
"I said," Taehyung places a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "you're drooling."
Jimin scoffs. He shrugs off Taehyung's hand and offers you his hand to take. You do, a flush on your cheeks. Your heart is increasingly breathing through his ears when he brings your hand close to his lips and place a kiss upon them.
Jimin gulps. He was close to your veins and in a quick movement could easily have the taste of your sweet, savory blood inside of him. But he wouldn't - you were a friend of Taehyung's and an obviously the woman expected to settle down with him.
"Park-"
"Jimin." You finished, the sound of his name coming through your lips was enough for Jimin to like you (enough to not want to drain you dry right before him).
Jimin was no monster by all means. He understood that killing humans would do nothing but raise suspicion - even if there was probably a serial killer going around killing men. He had no problem with buying his favorite blood off of the black market or frequenting blood brothels.
"This is Y/N." Taehyung repeats your name, but Jimin's eyes doesn't remove themselves from yours. "She's my assistant."
Jimin raises a brow. He wasn't 100% sure what Taehyung did exactly that he needed an assistant, but he wouldn't question. Instead, he was going to focus on you, the beauty pumping his favorite blood through your veins.
Taehyung takes a seat after placing the box of pizza on the coffee table, arms crossed. He wasn't planning on staying for long, just enough to get you comfortable with Jimin. By the looks of it, you wouldn't be anything but comfortable. You and Jimin sat side by side, both speaking in hushed tones that his advanced ears easily picked up on.
Taehyung finds you fascinating. You were an interesting individual that would be giving Jimin the adrenaline rush he craved.
It didn't take long for Taehyung to leave, only a half an hour. You eat a slice of pizza and Jimin does, as well, but only to make you feel at ease. He had no desire for human food, and every desire to sink his teeth into you.
"Taehyung is convinced that you're going to be interested in me."
Jimin furrows a brow at your words. "Is that so?" He wasn't wrong.
You lick the corners of your lips and nod. "I'm not sure why."
"You don't find yourself interesting?"
You shrug your shoulders and Jimin hums.
"I'm sure you do. You couldn't stop staring at my neck."
Jimin's lips twitched.
"I have that effect on people."
You weren't new to this, and this is what made you captivating. But you were also observant. There was no doubt he was looking at the veins littering your neck, but it wasn't in the way you assumed - not fully, at least.
"What makes you think you have that effect on me?" Jimin leans back into the cushioned couch.
Jimin wishes he can read minds by the twinkle in your eyes. You tilt your head as you watch him, eyes darting between his lips, to his chiseled jaw to his dark eyes.
"Are you saying you don't want to have a taste?"
Jimin's eyes darkens. Your words indeed affect him in ways you have no ways of understanding - because he indeed wanted a taste. More ways than one.
"Are you willing to give me a...taste?" Jimin's eyes flicker to your lips. They're plushed and puckered.
You lean forward, neck exposed to him. You appeared as though you knew of what he was, but Jimin is positive you were clueless. "I'll give you a taste of whatever you want..." you murmur. "...as long as I also get to have a taste myself."
You yelp when you feel Jimin - with such speed in nearly knocks the breath out of you - into his lap. His lips are on your neck, inhaling deeply and sending wet, open-mouthed kisses. You can feel his teeth grazing against it.
"You smell amazing." Jimin grunts. His nails dig into the skin of your hips. "Amazing enough to eat."
It took deep rooted strength for Jimin to not sink his teeth into now. He's positive that you'd be sweet and savory. It's been a while since Jimin got to taste his favorite blood type straight from the vein.
Your blood flows smoothly throughout your body and Jimin can smell your excitement.
"Pick your poison." Jimin murmurs against your neck. Just how dirty were you, he wonders. Were you the vanilla type? He wasn't opposed to soft and passionate sex, but it wasn't his cup of tea.
"I don't think you'd be interested in what I'm into." you giggle cutely and Jimin couldn't help but laugh. You were so cute, adorable even. You weren't dumb, just uninformed. You didn't know Jimin wasn't mortal who had countless of sex - good, bad and the ugly - throughout the years. Nothing was ever off limits for him.
"Try me." Jimin grazes his teeth against your neck.
You hum, slowly grinding in Jimin's lap. You can feel how hard he is and his fingernails dig deeper into your skin.
"Are you more submissive or dominant?"
The question catches him by surprise. He was dominant when it came to humans - male or female. He rarely had anyone dominate him - he wasn't what they were. However, he wasn't opposed to being submissive, only when it came to those the same as him.
Jimin licks his lips. "Do you want to take control?" he asks. Maybe it's your scent that intoxicates him. How can a human woman take control of him when he could easily snap your neck with ease?
You smirk, hands that once laid on his shoulders now tangling in his tresses. You yank them so he's now looking into your eyes. "Would you let me do whatever I want?"
Jimin grunts and nods, and this brings a smile to your lips. It appeared crazed - Jimin assuming you were the kinky dominator who got off at hurting men, He would go along with it, pretending you'd hurt him to satisfy your ego.
Maybe Jimin would even enjoy it.
It didn't take long for you to be in Jimin's bedroom. It was clean, the bed large sitting in the middle of the room. His sheets were soft and velvet.
You were the dominate type, Jimin notes amusingly. You were also prepared. The purse you held came equipped with rope that you tied as hard as you could after you demanded he strip naked, cock on full display. Jimin would wince every now and then to keep up the act of being human.
You stripped yourself of your own clothing, sporting a dark red lingerie set that amazes him. it was simply effective and Jimin was never the lingerie type of man. But he savors the way you strut over to him confidently.
You had rules that needed to be followed. You went through them and Jimin only nodded.
"Say cherry if you want me to stop." you instructed - he never intended to. "Let me know if I'm taking anything too far." Nothing was too far, whatever you had he could surely handle.
"Do whatever you want to me." Jimin shrugged, a taunting tone in his voice.
And you did. You straddle him and suddenly landed a few hits against his chest, head tilting for a reaction.
Jimin didn't give you nothing but a lip bite.
You slapped him across the face a few times, rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock and Jimin could do nothing but moan. He can feel you - moist and warm pussy dripping at the act of hurting him. Your slaps (soon to be punches) was child's play, but he would wince and moan to satisfy you.
You release your own moan at the tint of his skin. You leaned down to place a kiss upon his lips just to sink your teeth onto his bottom lip, drawing blood.
Jimin grunts, hip jutting into you. He was dead, technically, yet Jimin has consumed enough amount of blood - human and animal - that he could bleed just as a human can. He wouldn't die like a human would if he lost a significant amount, but he bleed nonetheless.
What causes Jimin to nearly go feral was your eyes watching him as you licked his blood off of his bottom lip.
You were a different breed, and he was going to have fun with you.
"Do you think I'm a freak?"
Jimin shakes his head slowly.
You smile and Jimin leans into his pillows. He supposes you are cute.
"I'm going to ride you." you state, lifting yourself up so you can push your panties to the side. "Until I cum. Hopefully you cum along the way. I was never known to cater to a man."
Jimin liked you and your cocky attitude. He was going to cum - in his own way. He wasn't human and he didn't release the way male humans do with sperm. He was filled with him own venomous fluid that took a good fucking to release - he could always compel you to ride him until he indeed 'came'.
You sink down onto Jimin and shiver. He was big and had the perfect girth you only experienced with a dildo. You start off slow, adjusting to his size. You don't care that your nails are digging into his skin but neither does Jimin.
You speed up the pace and it's alarming. Your stamina wasn't up to par with his kind, but for a human you were amazing. Your juices flow effortlessly onto him and you're fucking yourself without a care. You wrap your arms around Jimin's neck and squeeze - having no need to breath Jimin allows you to choke him however much you desired.
"You let me do whatever I want to you." you moan out, pussy squeezing his cock that send shockwaves throughout his body. "You're like a little fuck toy."
Jimin grunts, his hips gutting to go deeper into your pussy. Human women weren't like you - dominant and degrading. You weren't afraid to hurt him, and he enjoyed it more than he'd thought he would.
You squeeze your eyes shut and hover about Jimin. He took it upon himself to fuck into you at full force, his arms bound by the rope but that didn't stop him. You were going to cum soon, but not until you got off with what you truly wanted.
"It's a shame..." you murmur out, pussy dripping all over Jimin's abdomen. You were close to cumming and Jimin knew this - but he wasn't going to stop until you came the next ten times and had the chance to taste your own blood. "...that we won't be doing this again. I actually might like you."
Jimin's confused because he's sure he'd allow you to come back whenever you desired. "What makes you think you won't see me again?" Jimin grunts, eyes watching your bouncing breast. To suck your nipples until they're swollen is what he'd want to do next - maybe even get a taste of the blood flow.
You begin to laugh, pussy clenching. Jimin doesn't halt his thrust, not until he feels you let loose. You're cumming now, and before Jimin could do anything else, he feels a sharp pain straight to his heart. His eyes widen and his thrusts halt.
You bring the sharp knife into Jimin's chest repeatedly. You begin to ride off your orgasm, blood squirting from Jimin's heart right onto your chest.
The knife pierces him multiple times and Jimin can feel his body reacting. His vision blurs and all he could hear was your moans mixed with laughter.
"Fuck!"
Jimin brings a pale hand up to wipe off the mud from his face. He spits out the dirt inside his mouth in disgust. He's pissed - beyond pissed. He's unsure who should he kill first, you; the bitch who did this to him, or Taehyung, the motherfucker who introduced you to him.
Jimin stares into the sky. No doubt he's been buried in this disgusting field for a few days. The sky was a dark grey filled with clouds. Droplets of rainwater began to fall, smearing the dirt covering his - extremely expensive- clothing.
Jimin is seething as he runs through the deep forest, the tree's passing by appearing blurry irrelevancies. He was going to kill you. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around your neck and watch your life drain right before his eyes. It'll bring great joy to hear the way your heartbeat quickens with fear until it rapidly drops - until it stops. Then, he'd be satisfied.
Jimin would have to drain you dry first; make sure not a single drop of your blood gets missed by him. It'll bring immense joy to kill you after he foolishly decided to give you a chance. It was an honor that he was fascinated in you and here you've gone and ruined it by attempting to kill him. Keyword: attempting.
Jimin scoffs as he reaches Taehyung's home. He throws the front door open and strolls in, a trail of mud marking the pristine floors.
You didn't know what Jimin was and that was your downfall. However, Jimin was no fool. You've done this before - killed. You worked fast, bringing the knife into his heart so rapidly that he didn't have a chance to defend himself (ironically enough). He awoke beneath the ground, buried deep enough to not be found by anyone and so far from civilization that you could be considered a professional.
But Jimin wouldn't completely blame you. You were a serial killer no doubt and probably the one he's heard mumblings about. Serial killers didn't concern him because he couldn't be killed by the average human. However, you concerned him now for your attempts upon him. You weren't a man that the media thought you were and though you impressed him with your skill - your lifeline was going to end soon.
But before he'd deal with you, he'll deal with Taehyung.
"What the fuck?" Taehyung's eyes widen at the mess staining his floors. "You're making a mess-"
Jimin wraps a hand around Taehyung's neck with inhumane speed and throws him to the nearest bookshelf. It crumbles at the impact, but Jimin remains unbothered. He places his muddy shoe against Taehyung's neck. "I had to dig myself out of the ground." he spits. "Because of that bitch you introduced me to."
Taehyung struggles against Jimin's strength. He was smaller in frame compared to him, but Jimin's strength could easily overpower him. He was centuries ahead of him in age, after all.
"I hope you are not fond of that bitch." Jimin snatches Taehyung forward, hands around his neck. "I'm going to kill her.'
Taehyung widens his eyes. "Hyung," he hisses. "let me explain-"
Jimin snaps Taehyung's neck. His friend falls to the ground lifelessly.
Jimin sighs. He hates punishing Taehyung, but this was unacceptable. His clothes were ruined, as were his shoes. His hair would take more than a few washes to get the mud and dirt out and not only that, but how fucking embarrassing was it that a human girl caught him by surprised?
Jimin shakes his head. Taehyung would be fine. In a few hours he would wake - the snap to the neck wasn't as severe to last long. In the meantime, he would use his shower to get the mess off of him while he decided how he was going to kill you.
You tap your fingernails against your desk, eyes drifting between your computer to your boss's shut door. Taehyung wasn't in today. It was weird to not see him on the days you worked. The large window that displays his desk is empty and no one else appears to know where he is.
You ponder if Taehyung is looking for Jimin. The last week Taehyung had mention that Jimin wasn't taking his calls and that he'd might have to visit the man. You agreed - stating that Jimin had ignored several of your texts and assumed that maybe he didn't want to be bothered.
Of course, you knew the truth - but you couldn't tell this to Taehyung. How could you ever explain to your boss that you killed his friend while fucking him to your orgasm? It wasn't something you'd ever tell anyone, not even a journal or diary.
Jimin was a cute one. He was experienced in sex, and it wasn't anything special for you to dwell on. He was bound by the wrist but could still fuck you fully. But that didn't stop him and neither did you.
Killing brought an adrenaline through you. The act of appearing innocent with the idiotic men you chose is nearly comical. They'd never suspect that you were a threat to them. You were considered nothing but a defenseless woman that couldn't carry her own.
But you weren't - you were the same serial killer murdering all these men for the last few months. The news stated that you were a man hunting at random. The true crime podcasts had their own theories of who you were and your reasonings. You heard that your "childhood was filled with abuse" but their theories weren't correct.
You yourself are unsure the core root of the start of your murderous rampage. Your first time murdering a man had made you sick - you vomited for days. Soon, you were able to ignore the stench that came with getting rid of the body and how to cover your tracks. You learned how to steadily hold your weapon with ease. You would once dump the bodies of the men at random locations, but the thought of being caught frightened you.
You began burying the men deep within woody forest areas - sometimes in cemeteries. No one ever questioned someone digging a grave at a cemetery.
The ringing of your office phone jolts you back into reality. You hastily grab the phone and answer with your best customer service voice. You didn't hear anything on the other end, but you were a patient person. You repeated another time just as sweetly, but still heard nothing.
"Waste of my time." you slam the phone down on the receiver and sigh.
The phone rings once more, this time you look at the caller I.D and frown. It was probably a prank caller and this time your patience was wearing thin.
You answered the phone, but before you can speak, the caller does. "I should gut you and drain you dry." the voice hisses before the line goes dead. Your eyes widen at the menacing words and your heart thumps outside your chest at the familiar voice.
Following you wasn't a part of the plan. While he showered the mud off of his skin, he thought about how he'd end your life. He wasn't opposed to hurting women as long as they deserved it, but it wasn't an act he enjoyed doing. Even if he was a human, his strength would rival a woman so as an immortal with inhumane strength, it was simply unfair.
But you were a bitch. A bitch who pretended to like him and got him vulnerable before you killed him - of course, not literally.
Jimin's pride was hurt. He was embarrassed. No one has ever done anything like this to him. He was a man of great strength and intelligence. A woman - a human woman at that - managed to distract him enough to seemingly end his life. Did you work alone? He wasn't obese, but he was solid enough to not be easy.
Another part of Jimin was impressed with your tactic. You appeared as an everyday woman working as an assistant. Not purely innocent, but not one to fuck, murder and dump a body. What he pondered on was if you truly ever were interested in him. Did he captivate you differently from the other men? Or was he the same as them - a good fuck and a good kill?
How Jimin was going to kill you didn't concern him. He could snap your neck easily, bleed you dry as you were his favorite blood type, and burn your body in the deepest part of the woods.
But what was the fun in that? You had your adrenaline rushing fun and he wanted his.
The phone calls began as Jimin watches you sit at your desk. Taehyung wouldn't be in today; he was sore from the neck snapping injury. But taking Taehyung's phone and getting your number wasn't difficult. He began calling you after you clocked out of work and made your way home. By the third call, he was blocked. But that didn't bother him. He had endless money at his defense and that meant endless number of phones and phone numbers he can call off of - all at once.
The pictures came next. He couldn't enter your home without an invitation, but that didn't mean he couldn't walk the perimeter of your home. He'd developed the pictures of you walking into said home, getting into your car and even pictures of you at work; at the same desk he made the first phone call.
The look on your face each time you witness said pictures brought satisfaction to his non-beating heart. To watch you day by day become completely unhinged; frightened. Constantly looking over your shoulder to ensure he wasn't near, but you understood he was. You were a serial killer after all.
Jimin was growing tired of hearing your heartbeat. When you were frightened, the blood pumps your blood through you at an alarmingly delicious pace. It was time, he could feel it through his venom filled veins.
It was early morning when Jimin decided it was your time to die. It was raining when you left your home for work, surveying your surroundings before you do so. It was dark and the surrounding homes were all left quiet. You enter your car and Jimin could hear you lock your doors soon after you entered.
Your actions bring a scoff out of Jimin. Nothing could stop him from getting to you - especially not locked doors to a car he could destroy the hinges of.
You take a deep breath before reversing out of your home. Your wipers are on the highest setting they can be and yet, you still have difficulty seeing the road.
Your paranoia has since skyrocketed out of control. You're unsure how you managed to get out of your home and go to work or run errands with an apparent stalker. The pictures, the messages and the constant phone calls - you blame your ego. You have yet to see anyone, but it always feels as though they're a pair of eyes on you at all times.
As you proceeded to drive down the rainy and dark road, your phone vibrates in your lap. You're hesitant to see but your curiosity gets the better of you. You don't recognize the number on your screen, but all the numbers were never the same. You've managed to change your number but whoever the stalker was had gotten ahold of it.
"Watch out." you read aloud. Your eyes flicker to the road and your heart nearly stops. You stomp on the breaks, skidding against the wet pavement of the road.
Your eyes are wide and you're afraid to blink. The pale skin glistens in the rain as your headlights shine against him. His eyes are dark as they watch you through your windshield. Your terrified to move, not even as he makes his way closer to you.
Jimin doesn't appear to be a figment of your imagination. The last you saw of him; you were dragging his lifeless body to your car and to the nearest woody area.
You've attempted to get off of the breaks and floor the gas, but your window breaks, and you're being dragged out of your car. It continues to drive down the road, becoming faster by the second.
The palms of your hands manage to catch yourself as you fall.
"Get up."
His voice haunts you. You crawl against the wet ground to get asway, but once again your hair is being pulled.
"You aren't the great serial killer I thought you were." Jimin's voice is taunting you. "Go ahead and kill me. Do something."
You fight against him, but only when he pushes you aside do you manage to let yourself get free. You turn to face him, eyes wide with shock. You crawl backwards, another attempt to get away. The road is silent, and no other cars are in sight - not even yours.
"I-I..." you cough, choking on your own words. You killed him. You watched him die - bloody and all. "J-Jimin, I-"
"Why are you stuttering?"
Jimin is in front of you within seconds, speed incredible. He wraps a tight hand around your neck.
"Where's the confidence I seen the other night? Where's the woman who gave me the best fuck in decades? Maybe even centuries." Jimin cackles. "Where's the woman who killed me without remorse?"
"I'm sorry." you began to cry, heart racing.
"Pathetic." Jimin scoffs. He shoves you away. You stumble, but don't fall. "To think...that I actually liked you."
"I liked you, too." You gulp.
"Stop lying to me!"
Jimin's sudden roar frightens you. You hold yourself, slowly stepping away.
"I did." you admit. Of course, there was no doubt that you were scared shitless. But it wasn't a lie that you enjoyed Jimin in the moment. "I...I just thought..." you lick your lips. If you made it out alive today, you'd surely catch a cold. "...what are you?"
There it was. Jimin snorts. The million-dollar question. "What do you think I am?"
"A demon?"
Jimin shrugs. "Maybe I am." he responds. He's in front of you in a blink of an eye. "Your heart is pounding from a mile away. It makes your blood smell so refreshing."
The color drains from your face. The mention of your blood brings a sudden realization through you.
You weren't big on mythology. The only thing you knew about those who enjoyed blood were vampires. It would explain the way he stands before you seemingly unharmed. He was pale, but not strikingly pale to the point you'd be concerned.
What about the blood? Vampires didn't bleed, did they? They were dead.
"You're confused but you know what I am." Jimin offers a taunting smile. "And here Taehyung thought you and I were going to be together forever."
The mention of your boss makes you feel sick. "Taehyung...is he."
"Yes, he is the same as I." Jimin nods. "He's one of my best friends, after all."
Taehyung was a vampire, as well. Jimin was a vampire.
You. You were human and now you were in deep shit.
"Do you like my blood?"
Jimin is caught off guard by the question. He can hear your heartbeat become steady. He ponders on the question you asked him while intimate - did he think you were a freak? In this moment, yes. You were different. Frightened, but curious.
"Yes." Jimin admits. "It's my favorite. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."
Jimin's teeth become sharper, canines pulsing beyond the others.
"You can't die." You state. You're trembling, fear mixed with the cold rain. "If you can't die that means-"
"Are you trying to make a compromise?" Jimin is beyond astonished. "After you put me in the ground in the middle of fucking nowhere?" The audacity of you.
"You can feed off of me!" you exclaim. You're unsure if what you did know about vampires were true. Did the prefer to feed directly from the neck or did it even matter? Could they walk in the sunlight, or would they burn right there - you were sure they didn't sparkle like you've seen in Twilight.
Jimin furrows a brow, amused. This was a new one. You were determined to not die, it appears.
"And maybe I...can kill you."
Jimin snarls.
"You can't die!" you protest. "I-It can be a game. I like you and...you can come to like me."
In the centuries that Jimin's lived, no one has ever compromised in such a way.
"Then I wouldn't have to kill anyone else if I can..." you take a deep breath. It was insane to try to make a deal with a vampire on a vengeance. "...kill you. It's not like you'd die."
Jimin licks his lips. You were serious, and he was curious.
"You'd let me have a taste?"
You nod hastily. You're unsure if he would even consider your proposition, but it was worth a try.
Jimin hums, but his lips hover above your neck, nonetheless. "Run." he hisses.
And you do, as fast as you could. You nearly fall a few times but manages. The sky is starting to show some light, but not enough for you to know where you're running, ironically, through the wooded area.
You scream pierce throughout the trees, but it's died down with the sound of the rain. Your back hits a nearby tree and the breath gets knocked out of your chest.
"We did it your way the last time." Jimin's hands are cold against your chin. "We're doing this my way now."
The pain is excruciating for the first couple of seconds, but then you began to feel warm throughout. It was a weird feeling. You felt lighter.
Your hand reaches out to grab Jimin's shirt, clenching tightly.
"Please fuck me."
Jimin licks his lips, shivering in pleasure. Your blood was exquisite.
"As much as I would love to..." Jimin leans back, eyes watching yours. You were intoxicated with the venomous fluid that dripped into your blood. "...I would rather not take advantage."
You gulp.
"And as tempting as your offer is..." Jimin wraps both hands around your neck. Maybe he would come to regret his decision to kill you - but he couldn't allow you to consume him. He snaps your neck and watches as your body drops to the ground lifelessly.
Taehyung watches as the elevator lifts him to the top floor. He has yet to get in contact with Jimin and he's grown upset with the older vampire. To barge into his home and punish him for your actions was uncalled for.
The elevator dings as he reaches the top floor where his office was located. As the door opens, Taehyung's eyes widen at the bloody scene before him.
Blood stained the walls as he trails further inside. He notes bodies of his employees, all dead and gutted. The scene would have disgusted his human form, but he was far from human now. The mess would be hell to clean up, but it wasn't impossible.
"Taehyung..."
Taehyung's head snaps to the side. He tilts his head. "Y/N."
You're dripping wet, possibly from the rain outside. Your clothing is torn and your covered in blood, but not your own.
"I-I...I'm so hungry." you cry, eyes wide with confusion.
Taehyung knew you would be.
When Taehyung met you, he was fascinated by your aura. He was even more fascinated to know you were a serial killer. It was fun, as fucked up as it was, to introduce you to his hyung. You were his favorite blood type, and he was curious on what you'd do. Would you kill him like the others or spare him?
Taehyung got his answer when he hadn't received any word from Jimin. He'd came into work and asked about your night with Jimin and your thoughts about him. You claimed to like him and desired in seeing him again - he sensed no lies from you. You did want to see Jimin again, but you lied about not knowing his whereabouts.
Taehyung was no fool knowing that if you did kill Jimin, that he would come back for you in vengeance. You were interesting nonetheless, and he understood that Jimin also took an interest in you. It was a matter of time before Jimin returned so Taehyung did what he needed to do to make sure Jimin thought twice about killing you.
Taehyung had offered you a drink mixed with blood - Jimin's blood. Vampire blood remained in the system for a week. Witnessing you here confused and hungry, that meant that Jimin had killed you recently.
"I know you are." Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket.
"I didn't mean to kill them." You're in front of him fast, not yet understanding how to control your sudden speed. "I-I...they tasted so good."
"Ssshh." Taehyung shushed. "Let me call someone to come get you."
"The police?!" you screech.
"Y/N. You're immortal." Taehyung is amused by your reaction. "No human - man or woman - can stop what you are."
You nod your head and sit down at the nearest table. You're unsure what's happened to you. The last thing you remembered was Jimin biting you and then suddenly you were at work feasting on your coworkers.
"Y/N."
How long have you sat there?
Your head snaps up to come face to face with Jimin and he looked pissed.
Jimin was livid when he received a phone call from Taehyung explaining the situation. He never got anywhere to confront his friend faster than he did now.
You were alive - in a way - and sat before his eyes covered in blood.
"Why'd you do this?" Jimin asks Taehyung, eyes on you.
"Didn't you like her?" Taehyung asks. "I know she likes you."
Jimin sighs.
"I knew you'd kill her if she decided to kill you." Taehyung leans against the wall. "This is the most excitement you had in decades, hyung!"
You lean back against your chair and hiss.
"She's hungry." Jimin notes. And you wouldn't be satisfied unless you learned how to feed and become satisfied.
"She's sired to you." Taehyung murmurs. "Don't ask how I got your blood."
Jimin grunts. Of course, Taehyung was always the mischievous type. You were sired to him like Taehyung was. This could only mean that Taehyung had indeed planned this from the start.
Jimin strolls towards you and shakes his head. "I can never get rid of you, can I?" Jimin brings his wrist up to his mouth and bites until it draws blood. "Drink." he orders, and you do hungrily. Jimin encourages you, gently petting your head.
"Well, lovebirds." Taehyung claps his hands in satisfaction. "I'll be calling the cleaners."
Jimin waits until you're satisfied and full. You lick your lips and stare up - almost innocently - at him.
"A-are you going to kill me?"
Jimin could. You were nothing but a lowlife newborn and he could surely snap your neck while you sat here.
But, you were interesting. The most adrenaline he felt in years.
"No." Jimin murmurs. "You're sired to me now. You can't betray me even if you wanted to."
You nod your head. "What happens now?"
Jimin offers you his hand to take. "Let's go home." he says to you when your hand is in his.
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[ glory and gore ]
jj maybank x male!reader
summary: jj guides you through your first smoking session
warnings: smoking, drugs, suggestive but no smut, light dom/sub undertones, light switch undertones, author has never smoked weed, kissing
word count: 3k
a/n: anon, I’m really sorry that this request took so long. If you stayed here the entire time and waited for me to write this, then I am utterly grateful and will kiss the ground that you walk upon. If not, I would totally understand and apologize again for the long delay. I just hope it was worth it!
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A mix of flaming orange and golden hues colored the evening sky, reflecting on the soft crashing waves of the sea, an indicator of the already low-setting sun. The hushed breeze of the wind tangled through the high blades of grass, and carried the salty smell of seawater through the air.
With your eyes closed, the sounds of the leaves brushing against each other was distinct, a rushing sound much sharper than the gliding of the waves, but calming all the same.
You felt your boyfriend’s hand carding carefully through your hair, absentmindedly twirling loose strands between his pointer finger and thumb ever so often.
You opened your eyes just a tiny bit, to squint up at him. JJ wasn’t looking at you, he was listening to something his friends said, and you had a good view at the underside of his jaw.
You watched as his lips closed around the filter. You were laying on his lap, he was sitting cross legged on the couch outside John B’s chateau. One could argue that this was a poor position, but to you, JJ had never looked more beautiful.
The stuffy summer air around you had painted his skin with a glistening layer of sweat. The dark grey tank top hung loosely around his shoulders, exposing the golden skin of his piercing collarbones.
Sunlight caught in the blond locks on his head, made them glow and look like a halo over him.
He was beautiful, sunkissed and precious, and the way his jaw worked when he bit the insides of his cheeks made you desire to reach out and kiss him, feel the inside of his mouth with your tongue, touch the soft skin of his neck.
But there was still Kiara and Pope sitting opposite the both of you, and you knew that if you started properly touching JJ now, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. And where even was John B?
“I made a spear!”
Ah, there he was.
You opened your eyes now fully, shielding them with your hand from the low but still blinding rays of sun, and turned your head in JJ’s lap to get a good look on the brunet boy.
John B was a lightweight with nothing, except when it came to the consumption of weed. That was a cracking point for him. Might be the reason he rarely did it, or maybe the fact that he rarely did it was the exact reason why he reacted so easily.
Nevertheless, but this “slight vulnerability” of his, was the reason why he was standing right now in front of the four of you, holding a massive, and I mean massive stick – wherever he got that from -, with one end shaped to what only could be (should be) a peak, and from the sloppy notches you were easy to assume that John B had carved it into the stick with his pocket knife.
Said John B, whose smile was so beaming as his expectant eyes twitched between you, JJ, Pope and Kiara, like a child that wanted its drawing to be pinned to the fridge.
“No way, man!” Pope shouted out, amazed. He stood up from where he sat before the couch, legs only a bit wobbly.
Were you really the only person not high off your ass?
Pope made his way over to John B, successfully not tripping over any of the empty beer cans or takeout containers sprawled over the grass.
He reached for John B’s sti- spear. “Let me see.”
John B placed the spear in Pope’s hands, even if reluctantly.
Pope twirled the wood around in his hands, fingertips caressing over the bark. One moment he was mumbling something about different kinds of trees, and the next he suddenly raised the spear in the air and started chasing after John B with a yodeling battlecry.
John B was shrieking, running away from his friend and hitting hooks like a hunted rabbit.
Kiara rolled her eyes and let her head fall on the couch cushions. “Boys,” she groaned, but they didn’t pay attention to her.
JJ just watched, merely a grumbling laugh slipping out of his throat.
You looked back up at him.
JJ got calm whenever he smoked weed. It’s why you assumed he did it so often. The drugs calmed his thoughts, turned the rushing current into a smoothly rippling river, licking at his insides like shaping pebbles in the water.
You knew it was easier like this for JJ. You knew how the amount of thoughts running through his head everyday, overlapping with each other, screaming at his insides, and tearing through his skull, was easy to drive him insane. That he made a compensation of talking so much, so he could let some of those thoughts out of his mind verbally, before they got too loud and turned into something negative.
Something ugly, that told him what to hate about himself, and minimalize his worth. You knew that drugs weren’t the best option there was, but until you couldn’t find a better solution, until you couldn’t get out of this godforsaken town and away from everything that haunted him here, you had to be content with it.
The sunlight has almost vanished. You were still staring up at your boyfriend, captured in awe by his unwavering beauty.
If you had a camera, you would take a picture. Paint him like this, to keep it forever by your side.
The glooming light of the joint as he took a drag, a burning contrast to the now dark nightsky above him. How his jaw flexed as his lips loosely closed around the filter, and you couldn’t think of anything else than latching your mouth onto the edge of his bones, feeling the muscles work under your lips when his jaw fell slack and-
“You wanna try?”
JJ’s warm voice ripped you out of your thoughts, and put your feet back on the ground. He had a loose smile on his face, and held the joint between his ringed fingers, stretched a bit closer to you as an invitation. He must have noticed your longing gaze and complete misinterpreted it. He was oblivious like that.
The spicy scent of the smoke fully reached your nostrils as you eyed the joint carefully. And, actually – “Fuck it,” you shrugged, and held your hand out for him to put the joint in it.
JJ couldn’t help the confused look that crossed his face, and made his eyebrows shoot up. Then, the smile was quickly replaced by a knowing smirk.
Because here’s the thing: JJ had often asked you to smoke with him. Multiple times, actually. But until now, you had always denied him. Still, JJ had kept asking you, checking. Not in a pressuring way, more in a whenever – if ever – you are ready, I will be here to give it to you.
Turns out that whenever was today.
JJ put a hand on your back and maneuvered you off his lap.
“Come on, sit up,” he instructed and you did as you were told. JJ handed you the joint, and you mimicked the way you had always seen him hold it.
Cautiously, you lifted it to touch your lips.
“That’s it,” JJ said, “Now just pull. Breathe in.” You took a deep breath in, the taste of smoke and weed burning on your tongue.
“And now out.” A grey cloud of smoke came out of your mouth. JJ smiled at you. It was proud. “Attaboy.”
There was a tingling in your stomach, that rushed down right to the lower part of your body at his words. And it was not just you feeling this way.
JJ’s cheeks were flushed as he looked at you licking your lips to wipe away the aftertaste.
Usually, you were the one handling him and commanding him around, but this was JJ’s terrain, and he would be lying to say he didn’t enjoy taking care of you just a little bit.
There was a rasp in your throat but you managed to swallow it down.
“Look at you,” JJ praised, “Not even coughing.” JJ looked at you with a mix of adoration and surprise. Fuck that was hot. His lips were parted slightly. The tingling came back. You scrunched your eyebrows.
“I don’t feel anything. Should I take another one?”
Your boyfriend’s face broke out in a grin, as he took the joint from your fingertips in a swift motion. “Just give it a bit,” he said. “’t takes a bit to kick in.” You nodded. He would know.
“Can I lay on your lap again?”, you asked. JJ leaned back and planted his arms on the couch rest. “Be my guest,” he said, and god, his body was a sight to behold. Like a Greek god sculpted out of marble by Pablo Picasso himself.
You couldn’t help your eyes trailing along the exposed skin of his arms, his shoulders where the tank top ended, the curve of his biceps illuminated by the flickering light of the bonfire. Veins standing under the skin on his forearms, trailing down to his hands, where he had planted a ring on almost each finger.
Your mouth was watering, it was biblical. You knew how those fingers felt, feathery ghosting over your skin, and tugging on your hair, how they felt inside of you. You knew the sweat drippling from every pore of his body, caused by something else than the humid summer air, you knew it all.
And right now, it seemed to be the only thing you could think about, all-consuming eating up your mind, nagging at your brain, and tugging hauntingly at your insides.
You let your forehead fall onto JJ’s sprawled arm and buried your face in his skin. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you could hear him chuckle and say, “Or that.”
You turned your head a bit to look at him. At the sight of your boyfriend’s face, you felt your heart speed up. You bit your lower lip, God, JJ was so pretty. Had his hair always been this fluffy? You reached up your hand and ruffled it through his blond locks.
“Fluffy,” you said, and then giggled. Fucking giggled. JJ felt like he was in second heaven, and he was pretty sure that wasn’t all the weed.
He leaned over to peck a small kiss on your lips, a short sign of the affection he felt towards you.
But you chased after his mouth when he leaned back again, and who had he ever been to deny you? JJ was a weak man.
Your lips moved against his, a sinful dance of skin against skin. He lightly bit your lower lip, and the soft moan that slipped out of you made his closed eyes roll back in his head.
He used the small gap to slide his tongue into your mouth, savoring the feeling of hot skin and the still lingering aftertaste of weed, his weed, his joint, his boyfriend, his everything.
All of it was his, the kisses, the lingering touches, the cries of pleasure in the night.
A loud shattering sound from inside the chateau made the two of you rip apart.
“Pope, that was a vase!”
“Oh, shit!”
JJ let out a soft laugh.
“That’s gonna take ‘em a while to fix that.”
Near you, Kiara sighed exasperatedly. You almost flinched. In-between the drugs and the intoxicating force that was JJ, you felt kind of ashamed to have forgotten she was there.
“I better go check in on them,” she muttered. She rubbed her eyes and slowly stood up.
JJ waved her good-bye. “Have fun!” She threw him a look, corner of her mouth quirking up into a smirk.
“You too.” Then she disappeared inside the chateau.
Like he said, JJ Maybank was a weak man. So it was no surprise that the second Kiara was out of sight, his mouth was latched onto yours again, hungrily pressing against you.
There was no space or time, there was just JJ, smelling like deodorant and the salty beach air JJ.
JJ’s hands slid on your cheeks, and you felt him shift his weight to lean back into the cushions. Without breaking the kiss, you followed after him, supporting your weight with an arm on the couch, as the other one travelled down the shape of your boyfriend’s body.
You only felt JJ’s warm flesh under yours, and his soft skin on your fingertips as you slid your hands under his shirt. His chest heaved with every breath he took in, and you pressed your lips between the pecks the second they were exposed to the warm air.
JJ’s breath hitched above you, and you didn’t stop.
You were too caught up in the intoxicating motion, the feeling of electricity that shot through you at every sound, every touch.
His tank top was now pushed all above his nipples, and you let your mouth travel all over your boyfriend’s torso, sucking on his skin and planting featherlight kisses where you were sure there would leave a mark.
You could feel his heart racing in his chest, and you were sure yours did the same, as you looked up at JJ, head tilted back, eyes closed and lips flushed red and bruised from the violating kisses earlier.
“Jayj,” you sighed. Another kiss between his pecks. “I really wanna blow you.”
A heavy sigh slipped past JJ’s lip, a sound that made your blood sing golden tunes.
“We-we can’t,” he managed to get out. But even to him, it sounded weak.
You pressed another warm kiss, closer to the hem of his jeans. You looked up at him through your lashes.
“Please JJ; I promise I’ll do it good.”
JJ’s eyes went wide at your words, but you also felt the skip of his heartbeat under your palm. He wasn’t used to this.
Usually, you were the one to tell him No, JJ, we can’t fuck in a McDonald’s bathroom and Yes, JJ, jerking me off under the dinner table would be inappropriate.
The roles were normally reversed.
Normally it was you who entered his bedroom with a dark glint in your eyes, and commanded him to drop to his knees.
Normally, he was the one begging and squirming, offering up all his ways so he could make you feel good, being rewarded with everything possible you could give to him.
And while this reversal was new to him and also kind of intimidating, JJ felt a feeling blossom inside of his stomach that told him he liked it that way, too.
Maybe he should get you high more often.
Clumsily, JJ leaned in your direction and clashed your lips together with his. The kiss was all teeth, and it was sloppy and hurt just in the best way, but it was what JJ needed right now. If he couldn’t fill the inside of your mouth with his cock then he would do it with his tongue at least.
“Pogues,” he panted in your mouth, before you captured him again.
You hummed. Your fingers were still working his jeans. JJ made no move to stop your hands.
Suddenly, you broke the kiss and leaned down again, peppering his chest with kisses. JJ’s pulse stuttered when he felt your teeth nip at his collarbone, and you started sucking where your teeth had grazed just seconds before.
Moments later, that could have been seconds, that could have been hours, you leaned away and started the same procedure under his right nipple.
Biting, kissing, sucking.
JJ knew you would leave blue and purple marks over his tanned skin, but did he care, fuck no. It was all the more reason for him to ask the pogues to go surfing with him tomorrow, throwing off his shirt and displaying the marks of your lust to the crashing waves and the stinging sun, pride washing into him like the flood after a tide, because he was yours yours yours.
JJ knew now what people meant when they talked about out of body experiences. He felt like he was floating, no longer held down with anything, on his own assigned cloud of heaven.
And if he never got there after death, then at least he knew what it felt like while he was still alive.
The cooling air of North Carolina around him, he felt it on his every pore, cicadas chirping, the only witnesses to this magical moment of his life, existing.
The soft feeling of your lips against his again was what made JJ come back down. He kissed you with everything he had, everything he felt, because it’s what you deserved, nothing less.
If he could, he would lay the world at your feet. The whole merchant gold, it shall be yours if you asked for it.
But he knew you never would.
“I love you, JJ,” you murmured as you nuzzled into his neck. JJ smiled. His skin was still flushed and his heart was still pumping blood through his veins at an enormous speed, but God, he could fall asleep like this.
“I love you too, baby.”
Absentmindedly, his thumb stroked the exposed skin just under your shoulder, and he felt your hands glide over his collarbones.
“I really fucking need a pizza,” you suddenly grumbled into his neck. You could feel JJ’s chest vibrating, as he let out a soft laugh.
He couldn’t believe how, a few minutes ago, you were begging him to be allowed to suck his dick, and now you were lying on top of him, all curled up and adorable, with your nose buried in the crook of his neck, holding him close to you as if he could disappear at any second.
“We will order one when you wake up, sweetheart,” he promised.
“Hm,” you hummed, but it didn’t really matter, honestly, nothing mattered right now. In the back of your mind, your ears registered the lapping of the waves, and the rushing of the leaves in the trees, and JJ’s hand on your scalp, and the rising and falling of his chest underneath your arm.
The domestic feeling you fell asleep with could not be beaten by any blowjobs in the world.
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Lorde - Glory And Gore, my new drawing
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I need everyone who ships Codywan to please please listen to Glory and Gore please this is the Codywan song holy shit
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The Assassination of Julius Caesar – William Holmes Sullivan // Glory and Gore - Lorde
Happy Ides of March! 🗡
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when lorde said i dont ever think about death it's alright if you do and when barbie asked do you guys ever think about dying ... yeah
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ridi told me that they want to see the tattoo and i am here for ridi first and foremost. the rest of yous... enjoy i guess.
this is a reference to glory and gore by lorde!! glory and gore go hand in hand!!! that's why we are making headlines!!
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asking for a friend… does a yellowjackets glory and gore edit exist anywhere on the internet
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glory and gore
Quintus, the future king of Vivec, was ripped out of his bed in the middle of the night. His eyes snapped open at the touch of another’s fingers clasped around his wrist yanking him. He jerked himself back, fighting the grip. He couldn’t make out the face of the man towering over him. “Who are you?” He demanded, the grip tightening on his wrist. Quin was aggressively yanked out of bed and hulled over the man’s shoulders. “I demand you unhand me right now. Do you know who I am?” He yelled, thumping his fists against the man’s back. “I am the crowned prince of Vivec!”
“Maybe yesterday you were,” The man said as he laughed. “Not anymore.” He walked towards the door and Quin strained to hear the voices on the other side of it. He made out a few words like stock carriage, and chains, but the one word that chilled him to the bone, Andros.
“King Richard will thrive on the throne while you rot in Andros,” His captor whispered filthy in his ear. The door opened and Quintus was thrown on the floor. The blow took the breath from his chest. He was left gasping on the ground, trying to clear the stars from his sight. Quintus forced himself to move but was still in shock from everything. He felt the cold slap of chains around his ankle then finally against his wrists. Not Andros. No, no, no. Quin struggled against the chains, thrashing his body like a fish out of water. He’d rather be hung than be sent there. This was cruel even for his uncle. He had known he had wanted the throne. The man wasn’t subtle about it. Quin had thought that his uncle would poison him, and let him go easy. He never imagined that this uncle would do this.
“Get him down to the gates. There’s a carriage of pleasure slaves being transported to Andros. This one is a special present for the crowned prince of Andros.” Quin could feel the man’s fingers sliding up his upper thigh. He bent both of his legs and kicked out with a force. The man howled in pain and kicked the prince in the side. “I can’t wait to see Andros extinguish the fight out of you.”
No one stopped his band of smugglers as he was carried through the castle. There was not one person he could hear, not one sound. No rescue team. Not even Alexander, his personal guard. The nighttime air hit the exposed parts of his face and body. The cold breeze made him shiver. Then he was shoved somewhere else, he imagined a carriage, and something was shoved under his nose. “Someone will come for me,” Quintus said as he twisted his head side to side, refusing to inhale but the man grabbed his throat, squeezing until he did.
“No one will. It’s been announced that Prince Quintus of Vivec is dead.”
Then everything went black.
Quintus came to as he was being pulled from the carriage. The blindfold was ripped off of his face but the gag in his mouth remained. He had never been out of Vivec before in his life but could immediately tell that he was no longer in his country. He stood in the middle of a long line of the most beautiful men and women he had ever seen before. Vivec’s finest. They were all slaves who had been brought up to please and serve whoever held their contract. He knew his uncle well enough to know that this was a gift to the future king of Andros. An olive branch of peace. However, it was also a strategic chess piece in Prince Cesare’s inevitable downfall. That was why he had sent Quintus here. Hoping that if he gifted Quin to Cesare they would destroy each other.
They were led into the castle. Quin took in every step and turn, memorizing the hallways for his future escape. They were ushered quickly into a room and spread out in a line in front of the throne. “From the regent of Vivec,” A man announced gesturing to the line of slaves. “A gift of goodwill in hopes that an alliance can be formed when he takes the throne.” The man started to go down the line, noting the talents of each slave. “You are free to divide them up as you may choose throughout your household. However,” He paused in front of Quintus, gesturing towards him. “This one specific slave is a personal gift to you, Prince Cesare. The future king thought he would be to your liking. I should warn you he has not been trained. King Richard thought you would enjoy breaking him in yourself.”
This explained why out of all of the slaves next to him, Quintus was the only one gagged and chained. His uncle expected him to act out. To attack Cesare. To die trying. It was the perfect plan. He would never be able to resist taking his revenge on the man that murdered his brother. Quin looked up at the man sitting on the throne. Their gazes locked. One of them would come out of his alive and Quin was determined for it to be him.
“Will you accept, Prince Cesare?”
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welcome to my blog - my name's quae. this is my main blog. trivia-yandere is my yandere blog. my ao3 is explicit_tae
warning: majority - if not all -of my writings will be considered nsfw and suitable for those 18+. they will (sometimes) contain graphic smut scenes, yandere/dark moments, etc.
please do not translate, repost or use any of my writing without permission.
Ungodly Hour - Alternate Universe - Mommy Issues - Halloween - Valentine's Day - Cruel Intentions - Trivia-Yandere
Plaything: Your first year in South Korea was amazing. You got to live out your dream of being an English teacher at a private Academy. You’ve attended concerts from your favorite musicians and even acquainted yourself with new friends. But no good life last forever and now you find yourself jobless, homeless and living out of cheap motels. You’ve reached your last resort- becoming an Idol playmate. W.I.P
The Feeling of Being Stared At: You and your friends are targets of a masked killer who terrorizes each of you before they make their move on massacring. Your instincts tell you that the call is coming from inside the home, and maybe the killer is closer than you think. W.I.P
Insatiable Part 1: You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn���t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal teasing and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he seen that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through. completed
Insatiable Part 2: One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to. completed
Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 6/7): You’re a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You would’ve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasn’t for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed
Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job, she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasn’t foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed
Contagious: An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when it’s revealed to be your sister's boyfriend. completed
Carnal Desire: The last person you expected to see was an ‘old friend’ from nearly a decade ago, but you’re determined to show the man that you’re no longer the little girl he use to know. One | Two | Three
Public Enemy (Part 5/7): You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. It’s a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect he’s cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed
Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed
Moral Dilemma: Your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed
Love You (Just A Little Too Much): You're brought down memory lane and come face to face with someone you've completely forgotten about. completed
Public Enemy (Part 3/7): Your life was going great. You’ve been promoted from police officer to detective - something you’ve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed
Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed
One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 2/7): After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you’re threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn’t your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed
Public Enemy (Part 4/7): You’ve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasn’t perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isn’t with you. completed
Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed
V-Day Special: You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed
Nefarious [Prequel]: A look back in your and Jungkook’s relationship, prior to the marriage, kids and detachment. completed
Repent: Adventures of Jeon Jungkook and the new girl who attends the church retreat - and who is also determined to fuck him.
Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) completed
Lethal Lovers: After finding out Jungkook is Yeonma, the vigilante serial killer that has the nation in a chokehold, he offers you a deal you refuse to turn down. (Part 2 to Sweet Serial Killer) completed
Public Enemy (Part 1/7): You don’t ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed
Cult: You've grown reclusive and naive to the world - your mother has sheltered you throughout your life. That was until you've grown of age and desire to see said world for what it was - through the eyes of 7 men - 1 in particular - who all claimed to be Gods of a new world. W.I.P
One Way or Another: You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years. One | Two
Peepshow: You were Jungkook's favorite person to watch when he was outside your window. This time, he's determined to have a closer look. completed
Lick Back: Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that he’s being nice to someone else. completed
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in all chaos there is calculation
The conquest of York, as told through several bathtimes.
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Written for @vikingsevents Autumn Equinox Challenge Day 5: Reap
When Freydis is called to Ivar Ragnarsson's room, she is unsure of what to expect.
The other slaves whisper about his temper, quiet words of warning about bursts of violence. And he is devout too. Prone to demanding sacrifices.
And these halls are cold, too, stone chambers that echo, somehow both too cramped and too open.
She walks in and is surprised to see him looking relatively docile, sitting on his bed.
No, not docile. Exhausted.
"We are having a battle tomorrow," He says, raising his head up just enough to look at her, nothing more. "Would you do anything I asked?"
This she knows the answer to. "I would do anything, you asked me to. I'd die for you." She makes sure to say it breathlessly, to say it with reverent sincerity. He cannot find fault in her.
He seems pleased enough with that. She waits for him to tell her she is a sacrifice.
She cannot flinch. She cannot show him fear. She is ready and willing. She will make this a grand ending for her. The gods will welcome her home. Valhalla will not be for her, but perhaps Folkvangr.
He is looking at her up and down, maybe not not that obviously, but his tired eyes flick over her form and clearly find her pleasing. Maybe, maybe, maybe, if she can convince him?
"I need a bath," He says instead. "Help me bathe."
"Yes, master," She says by rote. But when she turns away to fetch water, she lets the confusion and vague relief wash over her.
When she comes back, he has undressed, and he has maneuvered himself into the tub. His arms must be strong where his legs are not. But his legs are still covered.
She holds the bucket of water at her hip, waiting for him. She has to keep her face still, she knows, take no chances with hurting his pride. No fear. No disgust. Doing so could get her killed, right after she might have saved her own life.
If she didn't know better, she would say it is fear on his face as he lifts the cover from his legs, throwing it back on the bed.
She doesn't know what to think about them except for the fact that they are legs. Shriveled, especially compared to the strength of his arms and back, but still flesh. She goes about her task. When she pours the hot water over him, he shudders.
"Relax," She says quietly. "Save your strength for the battle ahead."
"If all goes as I plan it, there will not even be a battle." Ivar says, leaning back so that his head rests against the edge of the tub. When he sighs, the steam from the water billows away from him.
"How will you achieve this?" She asks, idly, so that he will not think her so curious that she may be a spy, but inquisitive enough that he knows she is impressed.
"I will make a deal," he says, as she she lathers up her hands with soap. "An offer they cannot refuse."
"That seems very clever," She murmurs. "I look forward to seeing the outcome."
He hums in appreciation at that, and leans forward, letting her scrub at his back. She scrubs at his body, and only stops because he is staring at her so hard.
"Would you like me to continue?" She asks.
"You don't fear my legs," he says finally, hesitantly.
And now, despite everything she's heard, everything she knows, she sees the boy in him. The boy that fights for any sort of recognition outside disgust or pity.
He loves to see the fear in another's eyes. But it must be because of him, not his legs.She realizes, suddenly, that neutrality is not enough for him. To balance out the fear he has received for a lifetime, he needs awe.
"I have always thought that deformity is a sign of favor from the gods," She says quietly. The best lies come from the truth, and she shoves as much admiration for him as she can in the statement. "Is it not so that Tyr has but one hand, and Odin one eye?"
"Ah, but they received their deformities performing great deeds."
"Then all the better that you were born this way."
He tilts his head to look at her, and lets out a short bark of laughter.
"So it is." He hesitates again, but smiles nervously at her. "I normally don't need help. It's just that I'm very tired."
"Why wouldn't you be?" She asks serenely, and begins scrubbing at his legs.
And so she begins to sow the seeds. Love, perhaps, but alongside it, something much more potent.Her irreplaceability.
There was no battle. It worked out as Ivar had planned, though everyone in York is talking about that plan.
"Enough space for an oxen," Ivar says, laughing, sinking back into the bath. His arms shake as he lowers himself in, but he is too excited to notice. Freydis can't help but wonder why, if he has so much energy, he has called her to help him bathe again.
She prepares herself for his interest.
"I will be spending many hours with the tanners now," he remarks. "But I don't mind it. I'll be needing more baths."
He looks up hopefully at her, and she smiles back.
"Why don't you tell me why exactly you will be spending so much time with them," She says, lathering up her hands. "I thought I would be washing blood from your hair, not fat and clay."
"You'll see," he says, sighing as she rubs at his neck and back. And he calls her back again, night after night, sometimes to help him, sometimes to talk.
He hisses in pain as she presses a cloth in his side. A sore is forming where he is strapped into his chariot, and so she takes care to clean and dry it.
"I cannot show weakness," he complains to her as she ties a cloth tightly around it. "I must always make them forget my legs, because if I do not they will assume I am useless."
"The lame can ride horse, the handless drive cattle, the deaf one can fight and prevail, it is happier for the blind than for him on the pyre, but no man has use for a corpse." She quotes.
"You know the Havamal," he says appreciatively.
The men recite it in their halls where she serves often enough.
"The wise know that deformity is a sign from the gods of destiny, not an obstacle to greatness." She says.
"Of course, the Havamal does not mention anything about a man who does not bear sons," he says quietly, and suddenly turns blood red.
He grabs her chin, so tight the flesh turns white.
"You will never tell anyone I said that." He snarls at her, the first she has seen of his famous temper. "Never!"
But she forces herself to remain calm, because that is what he expects from her, that is what he likes about her. Never fear.
“Is it so important that you have sons?” she asks. “Your name will far outlive any son you have.”
He lets go of her.
"Maybe," he mutters, but remains moody the rest of the night.
"Why doesn't your niece do this?" She asks one night, when he has her combing and braiding his hair into neat rows. After all, his niece is the only family he has in the city. "And I would think you would do the same for her."
He laughs.
"Siggy is too used to the loom, she pulls too hard. And her mother never let anyone but her touch Siggy's hair."
"Thorunn," She supplies.
"You know Thorunn." He says, surprised.
Yes. Every slave girl knows Thorunn. Her story is legend to them. And Margrethe’s after hers, which gave the rest of them all the more hope. She has no doubt that dozens of the others have thrown themselves at them. But she has chosen to take a slower but surer route.
"I only know of her," She says carefully, though she sounds as unfazed as always. "She was freed while I was still a little girl."
A little girl, and still free, running around her family's farm. She had never been to Kattegat then.
"When she returns from her journey, I will have you meet her. She would like you, I think."
She smiles with him. He is planning to keep her by his side for a long time yet.
He asks for her again, on the night of his ultimate victory.
"Do you understand now?" He asks gleefully, "You should have seen their faces! All of them, shocked stupid!"
He recounts it to her, blow for blow.
The 'space for an ox' had indeed become a hefty ransom, the length of the ox-hide cord encircling the whole of York. The rest of them had been planning to leave, and now all of those plans have come to a sudden stop.
They should have believed in him, Freydis thinks. His type of confidence can only be borne from truth. If they had seen him, heard him, every night like she has, they never would have doubted.
"From their foolish promises I have reaped a great city for us and our people," Ivar crows.
"You have conquered without spilling a drop of blood," She says, gladly. "You have risen high, as I knew you would."
There is a silent moment between them, and suddenly, he surges forward, kissing her hard on the mouth.
She doesn't know what to do except return it, become pliable in his hands.
He breaks away from her, and stares at her for what seems like a very long time. Maybe the triumph in his eyes is echoed in hers.
"You can go," he says finally.
"Yes, master," She says, and turns to go.
"No, I mean- you can go. I free you. You're a free woman."
She thought she knew peace, but now she knows all that was was quiet.
"Thank you," She says, and leans forward to give him a kiss on the forehead.
This is peace. How had she forgotten about the weight on her shoulders? Every step she takes now is across still waters, never making a ripple.
The next day, she returns to his chambers, a bucket of hot water in tow.
"If you allow it, I think I will stay with you a while longer," She says, and Ivar's face breaks open in a wide grin.
She has seen the harvest through.
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"i don't ever think about death. it's alright if you do, it's fine."
i do think about death, lorde. thanks for the validation <3
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“glory and gore” (a jj maybank x male!reader) is ready to be proofread and will be posted in twenty-four hours!
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Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay), God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways). Chance is the only game I play with, baby. We let our battles choose us.
Glory and Gore // Lorde
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