#ons x reader

A fluffy head of blonde hair tickled under your chin, the pressure of body weight distributed through the bed and your side warmed your body despite the cold hands that laid on your chest.

He wanted to rest, sleeping had become a leisurely activity he took with you. Despite there being no real need to sleep, it felt nice. It was an escape from his eternity, a moment of peace with you. Mikaelas soft snores fluttered against your neck, his body shifting to cling onto you with a hug and a cuddle.

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“Nap with me..”

He grumbled, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom without hearing your response.

“Im kinda busy-“

“Too busy. Lay down.”

His big eyes mimicked tired drooping, knowing that it would be enough to get a relenting moment with you. With a light laugh you took off your top layers, leaving you in a shirt and boxers- he followed and cuddled up to you quickly, moving your hand to his head. You smiled, running your fingers through the locks of blonde- working your way through the couple of loose knots, massaging his scalp. If he could purr, you’d imagine he would be. The look of satisfaction on his face made you relax with him, his body melding into yours like a puzzle piece.

“I think you work too much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. You have no time for me.”

Chuckling, your fingers thrummed up the nape of his neck, easing the tension that laid under his pale skin.

“This is your time with me. Satisfied?”

“No. I want more time.”

You could imagine the pout he has, his lip pursed out and eyes brows crossed. He was right though, you had been working longer hours and been forced out of the house, away from him, for far longer than you knew he was used to.

The boy had become accustomed to being attached at the hip with you. Always out with you, surveying the areas around and keeping himself near you not only for safety but because he’d be damned if he let anyone else near you without his presence.

He shifted, trapping you under him with his arms caging around your head.

“…”

“What?”

His brows furrowed, a faint blush on his cheeks while he averted his gaze in thought.

“I want.. special time with you.”

The blonde lowered himself, catching your lips with his own in a soft peck.

“Special time? Didn’t you want to nap?”

“I.. we can do it after. It’s been so long since we were together.”

Nodding, you pushed him back lightly, his body following the directional push easily. He swapped spots with you, laying on the warm spot left by you. The pillow by his head was left with a faint scent of your shampoo. He watched intently as you threw off the remaining layers of clothes, pushing yourself between his legs and pulling down his underwear.

Mikaela shuddered, the cold air on his dick making it jump and his legs twitch. Pushing his legs up, he grabbed his thighs and held up his legs to expose his ass to you.

“Did you ever plan on just napping? It seems you’ve already prepped yourself.”

Your finger toyed with the rimmed entrance, the muscles already pliable and easy to spread and stretch; the faint slick of left over lube coated your finger tip.

Your boyfriend huffed, not wanting to admit to his devious scheme. His body only sinking into the bed.

“Just get on with it, I don’t like waiting..”

He pouted, lip dropping with a sheen. Humming, you dipped your body down to lay on your stomach, your face just close enough to his ass for him to feel your hot breathe.

You kissed his thighs, lapping at the soft skin and leaving faint red marks. He let out a shaky breathe, feeling shy with the wet tingling crawling up his skin. Trailing your tongue inwards to his ass, you nipped at his cheeks making him jump in your hold- his hole helplessly puckering around nothing.

With his light panting you lapped up his hole, making him yelp at the wet warmth of your tongue. You kissed around it, teasingly sliding your tongue around the entrance without actually sliding inside.

Done with your warm up, you took the plunge and your tongue wiggled itself into the space, rounding itself the familiar gummy walls. Your partner huffed, trying to bite his moans behind his lip- almost drawing blood if he could. Chuckling, he bucked his hips at the vibrations; your hand snaking it’s way to his dick, fingers brushing against the rock hard appendage before gripping it and slowly pumping, feeling his foreskin pull back from its head in a soft slick sound.

Pulling your tongue out, you gave a final kiss and nip to the separation between his cheeks before sitting up, keeping up a slow, teasing pace on his dick.

“You ready sweet boy?”

His blue eyes laid half lidded, you watched his head of blonde nod in agreement.

Smiling softly, you gave his dick a final pump and positioned yourself infront of his entrance. Sliding in smoothly, his legs clasped around your waist- you were quick to shove them back into place, the limbs almost pressing against his shoulders.

It was almost unbearably warm inside, the stretch and gumminess of his walls were quick to slick up your cock from the friction inside.

Your partner panted lightly, trying to fuck back onto your dick with each thrust. He was needy, not wanting anything more than to be stuffed full of your dick. If the chase of his own orgasm wasn’t fuelling his body he would’ve been fine just sleeping with you buried deep inside of him.

A light sheen of sweat perspiration glistened under the faint light of the room, quick to dry down and become sticky from the cold nipping air in the room.

Mikaela started to whine, with his mouth lazily left open and his fangs poking his bottom lip with every harsh thrust that shifted his body up the bed.

It was clear he was mentally tired, as were you, but the instinctual attraction to your mate needed to be fulfilled.

“Faster… please. I’m close..”

Faint tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, you smiled with a nod- picking up the pace, the he’d creaking and shaking.

His face contorted, stomach sucking in and exposing his ribs with his deep breathing- the pale cock of his bouncing and twitching against his stomach before shooting white spend on himself.

“Good boy, Mikaela.”

He nodded, turning his head into the pillow beneath him trying to catch his breathe even with you still inside of him trying to find your own orgasm.

“Inside.. please..”

The male felt your cock twitching inside him, bucking up against his sensitive prostate.

The shivering sensation travelled through your body, finding itself in a bundle of warmth in your stomach as the knot came undone- spilling a load of cum inside of your cute boyfriend.

Before you could pull out, a weak hand gripped your wrist after his legs fell.

“Keep it inside, lay down. We can clean up later..”

He didn’t even look up at you, his eyes still closed. You shifted, trying not to pull of your softened dick and spill anymore cum onto the sheets.. it was admittedly gross but you’d done it time and time again- he was sensitive and felt better when he was as coherent during his own aftercare, you laid behind him, cock still buried inside of his ass.

You’d wait until he was in a deep enough rest to clean him up, he was a heavy ‘sleeper’ and wouldn’t react much to your shifting of his body.

“Now now my dearest little lamb, what have you gone and done to yourself this time?” An unmistakably sweet voice singsongs from behind you. The sudden heavy presence causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

  Ferid Bathory.

 “Poor thing… did you hurt yourself? Don’t be shy let me see.” The vampire croons gently against the shell of your ear, now suddenly much too close for comfort. Before even getting the chance to turn and face him, the progenitor crossed into the kitchen and now looms over you like a ghost. You can feel the cool brush of his breath as he talks down to you. Subconscious alarm bells sound off in the back of your mind as primal instincts awaken and tell you to run.

 You whirl around in fear to face the vampire with kitchen knife in hand ready to strike. This seems to amuse Ferid as he chuckles down at your startled expression, your pupils blown wide as adrenaline courses through your veins. He traps you between his tall slender body and the countertop, lithe arms caging you in on either side. Slow and careful as though approaching a feral animal the vampiric noble reaches out to slide the knife from your hand. Calculating irises examine the blade, the cool steel stained with a tiny fleck of your own blood. In that moment you swear you can see his catlike pupils constrict with interest.

 “It seems I was correct in my assumption.” Lord Ferid chuckles darkly in the back of his throat. Slowly he sets the knife down on the countertop beside you. “Humans are so fragile. Such a shame when they are so clumsy. Posing a threat to even themselves.” He hums with that sickening saccharine smile. You clench your jaw and tense when he reaches to trail his fingers down the arm that you keep firmly clutched behind your back.

 “Hiding your injury is a fruitless effort. I could smell it from across the manor.” Ferid reaches an elegant hand to stroke his knuckles against your cheek. He pauses to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, before guiding your gaze up to meet his own with two fingers poised beneath your chin. He touches you as though you are made of porcelain causing a sweet rosy flush to rise to your cheeks. When he strokes his thumb across your lower lip butterflies burst in the pit of your stomach. Your pulse races.

 “I was cutting vegetables for a soup, but my hand slipped…” You try and explain in a small voice. It is so hard to keep eye contact with the progenitor so your gaze flicks down to observe the ruffled lace of his cravat. The gash on your hand throbs as you feel blood steadily trickling out from the wound. It was almost certainly dripping down onto the cutting board of diced carrots and celery ruining your hard work. You didn’t know how Ferid kept his self-control. If he could smell your blood from across the house, the kitchen must be inundated with your scent. Any other vampire would have been driven into a frenzy. Yet here the progenitor stands gently caressing your face in an attempt to coax you out of your anxiety around him.

 “Just relax darling.” Ferid soothes sweetly. “I just need to take a look at the injury. I wouldn’t want my favorite pet bleeding out on me now would I?” The nobleman asks rhetorically. His hand leaves your face and reaches to grip the wrist hidden behind your back. Ferid’s touch borders on forceful hinting at his true vampiric strength hidden behind his carefully crafted mask. Despite your better judgement you try and pull your arm away.  “It’s only a small cut Lord Ferid.” You mutter in an unsure voice. The vampire chuckles as his smirk widens showing off the pointed edges of his fangs. He saw through you as clearly as a windowpane. “I will run it under some water and patch it up. Promise.”

“Ah, ah. There is no getting out of this.” Ferid coos as he pulls at your wrist with his iron strength. It hurt to resist. “You may either submit willingly… or I can bend you to my will. The choice is yours little lamb.”

But of course… the truth was you really had no say in the matter. You could either show him the bleeding gash on your hand, or have your wrist broken as he wrenched it out from behind you. Within the walls of the Bathory mansion there was no such thing as choice or free will. Only the promise and illusion of it to make you feel as though Ferid didn’t completely own you.

 You close your eyes and allow the vampire to pull your arm from behind your back. He hums in quiet approval of your choice as his fingertips tuck between your own and pull your bloody fist apart. You let out a soft whimper as your injured palm is exposed to the air and the progenitor’s awaiting eyes. Fear begins to creep back into your mind and you start to shake in his grasp. Was he going to drain you right then and there? Is this where you were going to die?

 “Shh…” Comes Ferid’s voice as he inspects the cut. Gently he prods at the tender flesh cooing softly at you each time you flinch and whimper. His serpent smile indicates how much he is enjoying himself at your expense.  

 “You poor little thing.” He condescendingly hums before running his fingertip up the expanse of the gash, smearing the pooled blood in his wake. You flinch and cry out softly, trying to pull away from the sting of his touch. “It’s quite deep… you must be in terrible pain.” The vampire’s ruby eyes glint sadistically in the light clearly entertained by your suffering. Suddenly Ferid grips you firmly by the wrist before taking a step forward. He forces you back against the granite countertop and presses his body against yours. His hips pin you in place as his head lowers to the opening on your palm. Your heart jumps into your throat as his lips part revealing rapidly elongating fangs.  “Don’t! Please!” You gasp out in a panic, and much to your surprise… Ferid pauses. His slit pupils flick up to meet your gaze before he chuckles gentle as ever. In a careful fluid motion he brings his lips to caress your pulse point on your wrist. Your mind spins in confusion at the sudden tenderness of the kiss.

 “Easy now little lamb.” He whispers and meets your gaze with eyes half lidded. Silvery white lashes flutter as he presses his lips along your pulse once more. The faintest stain of your blood paints his lips from where he’d laid his kisses. “Relax for me now, I am not going to hurt you. It’s all going to be okay.” Ferid whispers in a melodic tone much like a siren luring it’s prey. He speaks to you low and intimate; sweet reassurances only for you to hear. You can’t help the way you react to his gentle words, tension in your shoulders beginning to melt away as your breathing slows. He is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, smiling so tenderly at you as your apprehension fades from your subconscious. For a moment as you stare mindlessly into vibrant eyes the color of the lycoris flowers, you could almost forget that he was a vampire. The backlighting from the lanterns on the walls set him in an ethereal glow making him appear almost angelic. Almost.

The illusion is soon broken when Ferid dips low to swipe his tongue along the length of the gash on your hand. Your gasp of shock breaks the still silence in the air. The pain of the motion is so intense you can’t help but try and wrench your arm out of his grasp.

Tears prick in your eyes as he drags his tongue up the wound for a second swipe, but to your surprise it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first lap.  “Hush my love… don’t fight it. This will help ease the pain.” Ferid purrs against your palm before continuing to lick at the cut. He is gentler this time when he delves back in, moving slow and sure as the tip of his tongue prods at the deepest points of the wound. You bite back a whimper at the strange feeling, something warm starting to boil in the pit of your stomach. Goosebumps prickle up your neck, and your entire hand tingles with a familiar pleasurable warmth. The pain all but a distant memory now, it finally dawns on you the purpose of this exchange.

His venom… in his saliva… that was his play.

 Ferid smiles against your palm as your body goes slack against his. In a matter of minutes his venom takes it’s hold, weakening your muscles and filling your head with clouds. There is no more pain only warmth rapidly spreading to every part of your body. Your breathing is labored and hot as you lay defenseless against the progenitor. Butterflies of pleasure erupt in your stomach each time he draws blood from the open wound. It feels so good. It always does when he feeds from you. You could die happily in this euphoria, no longer caring if he were to drink you dry. Vampires were truly the apex predator. Their venom delivering such a quick and potent high, their victims easily giving in and becoming addicted to their bite.

 It is over all too soon as Ferid finally pulls away. Your blood coats his lips and drips from the side of his mouth but really you don’t much care. You blink up at him with your head completely empty, still riding the high from the dose of his venom.

 “There we go. Such a good pet.” Ferid praises as he reaches behind you to grab a cloth off the countertop. Quickly he wraps your wounded hand before lifting you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. “Your blood is always so sweet. Not a single drop should ever go to waste.” The vampire muses as he smirks down at your blissful expression. Your eyes feel so heavy as you stare up at him in a daze. He coos at you in mock pity before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

A hundred years of undeath turns into two hundred, two turns to three, and three turns to four.

You once thought his affections for you were a joke, an inside joke meant to tease you by people who once treasured you because you were favoured. All you really wanted was to survive in this unfamiliar world you once read in a story, and so with little choice, you stuck with the strongest.

You too once thought it would be alright, that you would be brushed off as insignificant and unchosen and left to die by the hands of time like you desired— something natural. Something that was normal.

And yet, here you stand.

Four hundred years and alive and young and well but not quite a living corpse like the rest of who he deemed worthy to be chosen.

No longer a slave, and your memories of your original world being nothing more than distant lifetimes away, you were a princess now, wife to a prince, and wife to a monster that’s somewhat of a friend. You hate him and cannot hate him at the same time because you know the truth behind all the atrocities committed by his hand; you do not condone them, and yet you cannot condemn him.

“My beloved wife.” Sika warmly addresses you as you move to sit across from him for dinner. He doesn’t really quite need to eat— blood is what he needs, not human sustenance like the luxurious meal laid in front of you, something you need and one of the few things that tethered you to humanity aside from your beating heart and warm body.

“Hello, beloved.” You barely get the last word out through gritted teeth. It was a rather strange term to refer to him despite the outward nature of your relationship. Three centuries of being bound to him and multiple weddings for every lifetime you had to endure coming back to him, and still, you couldn’t really see him that way. Marriage was a strange affair no matter the time period, and in these times, even more so.

He seems to be relatively pleased with your response as he gestures to the food, he too eats from his own plate. He’s not too interested in knowing what went on with your day as you spent it idly. It’s his fault for having given you nothing to do other than the pile of scrolls and books, ink and quill, and a loom you didn’t quite use as much as the books. You eat the food and find that it’s been cooked how you liked it back when you were a servant and made meals yourself. Was this perhaps his way of a peace offering for not giving you enough activities to stall your boredom?

Neither of you really speak, aside from a question and an answer here and there, as you dine to your heart’s content. You look up at as you place food inside of your mouth and find him absentmindedly touching his throat, and you sigh.

“I’ll have Lyra purchase you a boy.” You tell him. You’re not bothered by the thought of buying slaves now, and in a distant thought, you think that back then, when you were younger, it would have disgusted you. Especially for this purpose, as if you were buying a bag of milk to feed to your husband rather than perhaps a child, barely an adult, to be drained of blood. Briefly, you wondered if you’d be the same way as him if you had accepted his offer to “godhood” back then, no longer being able to enjoy the simpler things and looking at people he’s speaking to as beasts and food rather than beings with their thoughts and feelings.

Sika Madu’s offer of “godhood” meant damnation more than a blessing to you. You shudder, and the thought gradually disappears from your head after dinner.

Like you promised, you had one of your handmaidens— Lyra, purchase your husband a boy. No one in your villa questioned your husband’s odd choices or what he does with the people he’s ordered them to obtain. No one’s bothered to bring up what they had to dispose of either, and once again, you are reminded that the morals of your time and your world do not apply to this one.

You feel bad for the child, you really do, but you don’t do anything about it as he’s washed and presented to your husband. He smiles at the child, greets him warmly and gently gestures for the new boy to come closer, pale fangs peeking from delicate pink lips and golden eyes crinkling at the edges.

It’s twisted, you think as the boy approaches him, unaware of what will come next as Sika looks at you, then down at the boy in his arms— you look away the moment he opens his mouth, and once more, you hear the gurgle, the wet sound of someone choking on their own blood and a child’s strangled, shrill scream.

No one outside of your villa, or even in the hallways, seems to hear it.

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one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando