✧ ‧₊˚ ⋅bite me ⋅˚₊‧ ✧

what i will not do or allow :

1) Non-con : consent non con is autorised if its specified in the request. i will not write the act of rape. i can mention it in the reader insert as a traumatic event or as a backstory of a character.

2) pedophilia : i will not write a story/smut with an adult and a child/teen. if you want a character in specific that isnt an adult i will make them age appropriate for the story. I will not write smut either in a reader insert with a minor.

3) disgusting things : I will not write with anything that include other body fluid then possible spit, cum (woman or man) and maybe, blood. Others are a total no for me.

4) Incest : I will not write anything sexual about family members close or no. so no brothers/sisters and no step-mom/bro/dad/sis ect.

5) no feet thing : i personnaly am disgusted by feets (even my own) so no feet thingy sorry.

6) Zoophilia : I will not write about anything including animals in a smut text.

Thoses are littles things , dont be scared of sending a request, even if you're scared of your idea.

when you request me :

When you'll put a request for a reader insert, situation ,ect,... i need certain things a details to be sure to captivate your idea in the best way possible.

I need :

- the fandoms /characters concerned (please look at my list) : i maybe can write about a character that i dont know but i'll need to learn how he or she would act, and maybe the reader insert wont be as "canon" as wanted.

- the kind of reader insert : if you want fluff, angst , smut,...

- the plot of your story : i can invent some or dont do plot at all if you want just smut but i would prefer for you to give me a little base at least.

-the gender of your reader : im more comfortable with a female reader but i can try a male or gender neutral reader (even tho i never tried to writte without pronouns but i'll try).

i think thats all , and if i need more things i'll ask you when you'll request.

fandoms i'll write :

the character i can write smut about will be in red and in big letter while the one i wont write purple. the character that i'll allow to be "older" in my storys or readers insert will be in green (for my personnal preference or because it as already been done and that i didnt disliked the idea) . I'll also write ships that i can write about.

Labyrinth (1986) :

Jareth

Sarah

Jareth x adult Sarah

POTC (pirate of the carribean) :

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swan

William Turner

Hector Barbossa

Tia Dalma

James Norrington

Angelica Teach

Jack x Angelica/Elizabeth/Tia Dalma

Will x Elizabeth

OUAT (once upon a time) :

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Hook

Rumple

Belle

Snow

Charming

Robin Hood

Ruby

i guess all kinda of ships are allowed (if you request my warnings tho).

Hunter x Hunter :

Hisoka Morrow

Illumi Zoldik

Chrollo

Kurapika (adult version)

same for the kind of ships , i guess everything would do.

Diabolik Lovers :

all the sakamaki brothers are technically adult since they are immortals, same for the Mukami brothers.

Yui Komori

Dracula a love tale :

Vlad Dracul

Elisabeta

Vlad Dracul x Elisabeta

BGT3 :

Astarion (non ascended and ascended)

Johnny depp characters :

Willy Wonka (Charlie and the chocolate factory)

Jack sparrow (potc)

Johnny himself

Sweeney Todd (the demon barber of fleet street)

Tarrant Hightopp (Alice in W)

Barnabas Collins (dark shadows)

Love and deep space :

(I was a Sylus girl so i feel like i can cern him better then the others but , i can try)

Sylus

Caleb

Xavier

Rafayel

Zayne

It only takes one morning. The sun rises over the Labyrinth, and you stretch gently, the day promising to be beautiful... You sink onto the bed, letting out a slight yawn before stopping abruptly. Something... was leaking. You quickly get up from where you were sitting and can already see the scarlet stain on the mattress sheet. 

"Oh no, please..." you murmur softly so as not to wake the man who was still sleeping, but you fail, because he stretches and turns towards you. "What's going on?" Jareth sighs softly. "Nothing, I had an accident, that's all... I need to change the sheets and go get changed, and take a shower, yeah..." He looks at you in surprise, his brows slightly furrowed.  

"An accident?" He sits up and sees the stain. "You're bleeding? That's surprising. I didn't think your heat would come now. I thought I'd calculated it correctly..." You looked up at him, astonished. "My heat? Jareth, it's the complete opposite. I'm menstruating. You... what exactly did you calculate?"  

Jareth was now beside you, having taken advantage of your questions to get up and dress. "I am king. I must be concerned about the changes in my wife's reproductive cycle to ensure an heir... and it seems to me that the time is right." He said that ,a predatory smile on his face as one of his hands reached your hip. "What? Wow, so, uh, two seconds," you say, gently pushing his hand away.  

"You don't seem to understand. My reproductive cycle, as you call it, has nothing to do with those of the Fae or goblins... When I bleed, it means I'm no longer, uh... you know... fertile." You explain, holding your stomach because simple cramps are already starting to twist your lower abdomen. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom and change..." You head towards the bathroom, leaving your husband in the other room. After soaping your dress and underwear, you search the drawers, hoping the labyrinth would magically provide for your needs, but nothing. No sanitary pads or tampons were to be found in any of the drawers of this gigantic bathroom.  

"Uh...Jareth, I'm going to need a small favor...to avoid being tracked, I'll need some protection. Otherwise, I'll never make it through the day." Jareth took the liberty of entering. You and he didn't necessarily feel any modesty towards each other; you had been living together for a long time. Time passes differently in the labyrinth, which explains why you hadn't had your period for so long.  

So long, in fact, that you were preparing to welcome a child. "What do you need?" Your husband was already dressed in his usual attire: a loose shirt, laced up the chest, with trousers far too tight to be considered appropriate. The urge to make a joke about it quickly passed when a cramp gave you the sensation that your uterus was fighting with itself. Jareth saw the sudden pain on your face and came over to you. You were still sitting on the toilet, but he clearly didn't care. He placed a hand on your thigh, caressing it in a way that was meant to be reassuring. "Are you in pain? What do you need? Tell me everything..."  

He took your hand, and you briefly explained what you needed, from towels to a hot water bottle, and finally, chocolate. In less than an hour, goblins arrived, their arms laden with everything they had managed to steal and pilfer from the human world. You quickly found yourself lying in bed, the hot water bottle on your lower abdomen, with your husband stroking your hair and explaining the cycles of Fae or goblins.  

"Actually, whether it's one or the other, blood is a sign of the beginning of ovulation, and often it's not painful, just uncomfortable, because of the blood loss. But for you, it's the opposite? So how do you know if you're ovulating or not?" You took his hand in yours and, looking into his eyes, said, "It's a bit unusual. Ovulation usually happens about 14 days after the start of your period, which often only lasts 5 to 7 days, so you could say it's about a week after your last period. And how do we know? Well, we often calculate it, and unless you're trying to get pregnant, you don't necessarily have to worry about it. 

Oh yes, and there are also certain... cravings... that accompany ovulation... a natural behaviour, I suppose? Well, it depends on the woman because not all of them feel that need." He nodded as you continued your story, smiling slightly when you reached the last part, one of those smiles that says it all. The question never left his lips, but you answered it anyway.  

"Yes, when I ovulate, I feel those kinds of urges but given how long it took for my period to start, I don't know how long it will take for me to ovulate," you said, patting his shoulder. "Sorry for you," you laughed softly, suppressing the pain in your lower abdomen. He kissed my cheek. "Oh, yes, you're sorry for me. I'm not going to wait until you're in heat to do my husbandly duty... a little blood doesn't bother me..." he whispered in your ear.

"Hey, disgusting! Definitely not, you little goblin..." you say softly, playfully pushing him away. "Come on, give me the chocolate... oh yeah, I forgot, I might have mood swings, anger, and all that goes with the pain from what's happening in my stomach, and I apologize in advance." He laughs softly. "If you yell at me, it's because I've done something to deserve it, huh?" 

You shake your head. "Not necessarily. Because of nerves, hormones, and all that, I might yell at you because you're breathing too loudly..." You say softly, looking away, "That's the big problem." He nods. "It's only for a week, so I can put up with it. I'm not a young boy... I'm not going to run away because you're getting a little upset. There's always a way to calm things down..." 

You smile gently, stroking his blond hair. It's soft, and you get the feeling there's even some sparkle in it. "Yeah, well, anyway, I don't think our walk through the labyrinths will be possible today..." He shrugs. You know it's not a big deal, but you prefer to mention it. “I have some questions?” You looked up at him. “Tell me?” He shifted slightly to look at you in the eyes.  

"You told me it would last a few days, but do you suffer every day or just for the first few days? And what could help?" You smiled and nodded. "It depends on the woman, but for me it's like this: the pain decreases as the days go by. As for help, heat helps, so hot water bottles do too, chocolate, or just goodies work and... on the internet some say that... some activities help..." 

"Any activities?" Jareth looked thoughtfully at you, then, as if someone had switched on a light, a smile lit up his face. He looked at you with that flirtatious air. "Oh, these kinds of activities... I didn't know that could help..." You blushed violently and gently pushed him away, given that he had slightly closed the distance between you. "Stop, stop, stop. It's just information, Jareth. I don't intend to have... any...of that... in this kind of state."  

He pouted a little but then sat up slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Would you like something to drink? I must admit I'm starting to get thirsty." He took your hand and gently helped you to your feet. "Do you feel up to going to the kitchen?" You nodded gently and stood up, following him to the castle kitchen.  

You were lying on a soft carpet of sweet grass in the factory. Evening had already fallen; you could see it from the Oompa Loompas getting ready to go home.

You grabbed a piece of shiny red mushroom beside you. You didn't usually like the taste of mushroom, but everything tasted better with sugar.

You and Willy had been together for a few months now, and you'd grown accustomed to his little eccentric ways and the little flash backs he was sometimes having …

Even though he was very busy, teaching all to his new students, Charlie, who's gonna become the new boss of this factory . He always found time for you. You loved the look on his face when he showed you something new.

Like a child eagerly awaiting a reward for their good work… which you, of course, indulged.Reward could be simple as a kiss or even a soft sound of appreciation to the new taste he made or the new kind of stuff he created.

You heard him approach and sit quietly beside you. He patted your thighs lightly, and you opened your eyes when you saw him sitting across from you. “I have something to give you,” he said in a high-pitched voice, a sign of his excitement.

You sat up and held out your hand. He offered you a bar of chocolate, a perfect bar, so delicious-looking, with an incredibly enticing aroma. You took it in both hands, examining it and then looking at it.

“Oh… um… why… what is it? I mean, it’s beautiful and looks really very appetizing, Willy, but… Valentine’s Day was two weeks ago, so I don’t understand?” He looked at you, comfused. “Do I need a reason to give you chocolate? I just want to make you happy, that’s all…” You smiled gently and took a bite.

“Well, if it’s just to make me happy and… oh!” You bring your hand to your mouth as you chew, because the chocolate releases a strange, tingling taste, which you guess is a mixture of baking alcohol and maybe red fruits like cherries or cranberries.

"Mmm... it's good... really... but why? It's not just to please me... I know you..." you reply before looking at him suspiciously. He looks at you, like a scientist observing his little experiment. "What does it taste like?" Your eyebrows furrow slightly.

"You haven't tasted it?" you reply, looking at him again questioningly. He always tests everything with the Oompa Loompa, why would he ask you about the taste of a chocolate he should have tasted himself? "Don't worry, darling, I have tasted it... I just wanted to know what you think..." You take another bite before replying, "A slight taste of pastry, alcohol, and... cherry? Cranberries, perhaps…"

He nodded gently and smiled… “I see… So you find it to be a passionate chocolate… Cherry and cranberry are very complex fruits… that have a deep meaning, and so does alcohol…” Lost in confusion, you patted him on the shoulder and asked softly, “Could you explain, please?”

He looked at you and took a bite of the chocolate. “I created a chocolate that reflects your needs… When I tasted it… it had this rose and vanilla scent that reminded me of your perfumes… So I came to you. And when you tasted it… it tasted of passion, love, and… desire? Am I right?” You blushed slightly.

“Hey, calm down, it’s not desire like that, I’m just happy when you give me chocolate because I love seeing you so pleased to see me taste it. I think that's why he had that taste" . His gaze met yours. "So you don't desire me?"

"Oh i do! Willy, don't act like I've never desired you. I desire you every moment, but I don't think this is the right time to... do that sort of thing! And besides, Charlie will be back to his regular lessons soon. So..." You gently stroke his cheek and say, "You're probably right, darling... maybe later?"

You nod and give him a light kiss on the lips. "Yes... maybe later." He gets up and offers you his hand to help you, which you gently accept. You both head towards his office where Charlie is already waiting for you.

You smile tenderly as Willy greets him. You sit down on a sofa after greeting him in turn. The little boy was a sweet soul, perfect to take over the factory. You know that when he takes it over, you'll have all the time you want with your Willy...

"Mmm... you smell different than before..." You close your eyes, you've just woken up, and he starts again. He strangely compares you to... your former self. You've changed, he says, you smell less sweet, your hair isn't as wild and wavy anymore, your skin isn't as soft.

The moon was illuminating the castle's flank with its rays when you and your husband awoke. You had to come to terms with the fact that he could no longer live in daylight. You felt his cool skin against your back, his arm around your waist, his cold breath on your neck.

And you're doing your best… You braid your hair every night(day) so it's wavy, you try to change your scent by using perfumes you don't like, a soap you hate but he love… You use cream to soften your skin even if it sometimes makes you feel sticky. You're trying.

You try so hard that it hurts you emotionally; it's never good enough. He always makes that little... remark that makes you roll your eyes and look away... even if he doesn't mean it, even if it's just something he says without thinking...

“Yes, I know.” you reply, perhaps a little coldly or angrily, as he push you toward him, to look at you. “Is everything alright, wife?” You sigh and nod, seeing his concerned expression. “Yes… what I mean is… I know I don’t smell very good, haha! It’s morning, I’ll put on some perfume…” Your nervous laughter betrays your discomfort.

You rose from the coffin and walked to your vanity, where all your perfumes were kept. A few presses of your finger and a few taps on your neck, and you were done. Even so, you couldn't help but frown at the scent. You undid your braid, letting your hair flow down to your waist.

"I never noticed that... your hair was darker than before." You sighed softly, turning your back on him, your fist slightly clenched, anger rising within you. "Mh." you replied quickly.

"Mh?" He mimicked your answer, not understanding what you meant. "What do you want me to do, Vlad? Do you want me to miraculously transform back into my old body? With a pierced abdomen and a dead fetus inside, or what?!" You realized too late what you had said. Tears were already streaming down your cheeks; he quickly stood up to wipe them away.

“My princess, I…” he murmured. “No, Vlad. I can’t look like i used to, or feel like I used to, or be anything like I used to…” You cry again and push his hands away. “That body is dead. I have different parents, different hair, different skin, different sizes. I smell differently, I feel differently because I’m different! I died! Okay? Elisabeta died, then I was born a hundred years later, and you… my love, I remember you… I love you, I have memories… I really do. But I’m not her spitting image! And you have to understand that… because I can’t take any more of these comments…”

You tremble and hide your naked body from his gaze, suddenly overcome with shame, feeling his sad eyes upon you. He strokes your hair. "I'm sorry, darling... I really am... I didn't know it would upset you so much..." He tries to embrace you, but you frown and shiver at his cold touch. He withdraws his hand, his fist clenched against his body.

You look at him, a pang of sympathy for your husband, the one who has traveled across oceans and lands to find you for centuries. You are both uneasy, just like in the early days of your marriage… uneasy, embarrassed, unsure how to react. It all feels strangely new, even though you remember it, even though you know this feeling, this smell. It's as if it's all new.

You reach out to him. He melts at your touch, holding you tight, afraid you might fly away. "I'm so sorry, my husband, I should have…" He silences you by cupping your face in his hands. "I'm the one who should be asking for forgiveness. I didn't… My love, I didn't realize I was hurting you so much… I'm sorry, truly… so sorry. You're perfect… You're mine… in all your lives and in all your forms… I think I haven't grieved properly and I've been focused on the last version of you… instead of focusing on what I have now. What I will never let go of… ever." he whispers against your neck.

You feel his breath against your skin, and your body instinctively makes room for him. Your head tilts to the side, patiently awaiting his teeth. "Then don't let me go, never again, I beg you, my husband… take… take what you should have already…" His vision blurs, his breathing quickens, and his teeth brush against your skin before you feel the softness of his lips press a kiss to you. You look at him, confused and surprised. "Perhaps later, my wife… let's focus on you first…" he says softly, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours.

"No... Vlad... please..." He shakes his head. "Like I said before... I can't do this to you... I don't want to take away the life you have left..." he murmurs.

"Vlad. I'm going to die. You say I still have a life ahead of me, but are you sure? ...are you sure I won't die of illness? Of an accident? Are you really sure you want to start all over again to find me? Because I don't think so."

"Please don't do this to me, my love..." He tries to move away, but you stay close to him. "Do it... We could spend eternity together... forever... please..."

You tilt your head again, offering him your taut neck. He hesitates, then finally gently grasps your hair before kissing you and licking the soft skin of your neck, before biting you, his fangs sinking into your flesh… a moan escaping from his mouth against your skin.

A feeling of dizziness and coldness washes over you as you surrender to his arms… It is neither painful nor unpleasant… It is almost… relaxing like a gentle embrace.

The reception hall was packed… another one of those grand parties Jareth organized. The guests were dressed in the most extravagant way, as is the tradition in this kingdom… You wore a magnificent gown, form-fitting, shimmering just the way he liked them. You were almost like a jewel the king would carry everywhere with him. A trophy, a treasure worth possessing in any kingdom.

You and your beloved husband entered the ballroom. Applause and a few cheers greeted your arrival… Jareth held your by the hip, his gloved fingers lightly tracing the skin beneath your dress. His thumb caressed your skin, drawing intricate patterns… You shivered, and he sensed your nervousness, as he did with every entrance.

"My one? Don't be afraid, you are by far the most beautiful and perfect woman in this whole kingdom..." he said with that usual wolfish smirk on his lips, his mismatched eyes fixed solely on you.

“I’m no Fae Jareth… every woman in this land is more beautiful than me…” you say, lowering your gaze as you both make your way through the crowd. His brows furrow at your words; you can almost see his jaw tightening slightly, despite the insolent, proud mask he wears in public.

“Would you dare repeat it, my darling…” he said, putting you in a position where you want to challenge him and repeat the phrase, just to see where it leads, but at the same time, you want to enjoy your evening in a more…subtle way. So you say nothing as he leads you into a dance, slow and so intimate that you can feel his warmth through your clothes.

You dare to look up at him, only to be immediately pierced by his gaze, decorated of glitters and his pupils dilated in an unusual way, giving you a sensation of heat in your lower abdomen, which you quickly chase away.

Once the first dance is over, you return to your throne and settle comfortably while your husband takes his. He looks at you with a smile and pats his knees, inviting you to sit. You know perfectly well that if you refuse, he will seize you and make you sit on his lap. So you obey… you smooth your dress and sit on his lap. His hands instinctively rest on your thigh; if you had been wearing a short dress, he would have slipped his hand underneath to caress your bare skin, even with his gloves on.

You shiver and snuggle against him, your head in the crook of his neck. You feel him shiver as your painted lips leave a mark on his perfect skin. His hand tightens slightly before he pats your thigh. "My sweet... if you keep this up, I won't be able to hold back..." he whispers in your ear, gripping your hair.

"Maybe I don't want you to hold back?" That was the last straw. You could see his restraint shatter in his eyes. He gently pushed you away from his lap and stood up before grasping your hips and pressing them against his.

"You're mine... mine to show off... mine to see... mine to keep... if I want to take you now... I will..." and he's not lying. He's about to tear your beautiful dress when you interrupt him.

"Please, my husband... they know I'm yours" you say,embarrassed by the way he would not hesitatea second before taking you in front of every one. Your body against his, your hand at the base of his hair, on the nape of his neck, feeling the softness of his hair. He smiles again and presses his lips to yours, his hand gripping the soft skin of your hips.

“Perhaps we should cut the party short…” he said between gasps. “Perhaps we could… slip away discreetly?” you replied, running your hands down his neck, his shoulder, and his chest. “Perhaps we should…” And with that, you and your husband slipped away from the stifling scene to return to the passionate embrace of your bedroom for the rest of the evening…

The End