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cutehoons02 · 3 months ago

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WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

(SCENE) ᡣ𐭩 What kind of vampire version boyfriend can be the Hyung Line and where you firts met them...

(TAGS) minor do not interact, +18, vampires mood, a lot of tension, manipulation, fluffy moments, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) vampire bites, blood, a lot of kisses, masturbation (f.m) fingering, cowgirl, normal sex, doggy sex, clingy, fake innocent protagonist, good girl, bratty girl.

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*english is not my native language!

JAKE (CLINGY BOYFRIEND VAMPIRE)

The alley reeked of stagnant rain and blood. You ran. Your heart hammered. The heels bounced on the wet asphalt. You shouldn’t have been there alone at that hour. But you ended up there. And now, someone—something—was chasing you. He was fast. Too fast to be human. 'Don’t scream, little one…' the rough voice hissed from behind you, as a cold arm grabbed you around the waist, and his warm breath grazed your neck. Then: a strike. A crash. A growl. A figure hurled him away. You screamed, collapsing to the ground, as the “bad” vampire was grabbed by the throat and torn apart in a hiss of dust. Your confused gaze landed on a face you had never seen before. Golden, deep eyes. A tight jaw. Still and fierce beauty. Jake. “You’re safe now…” he murmured, kneeling beside you, his hands trembling. “Please, don’t faint, okay? Look at me. You’re okay now, I swear I won’t hurt you.” But your vision was already fading. Your heart slowed. His hands were cold… so cold. Yet, they weren’t frightening. They were sad. Sweet. Desperate. The last thing you heard was his broken voice: “Stay with me… please…”

The next morning. Opening your eyes was a challenge. Everything throbbed: your temples, your throat, your back. A groan escaped you, and you immediately heard it: a quick movement in the room. Someone was there. Someone you… knew? “Shh… Don’t move too much. You’re hurt… I found you…” The voice was low, calm. Warm. But you recognized it. It was the voice before the darkness. You sat up abruptly, clutching the blankets to your chest. “Stay away from me!” Jake raised his hands, as if to surrender. “Wait, no—I don’t want to hurt you. I saved you, remember?” His eyes… they were sincere. Pained. His lips moist with unspoken words. His hair was messy, as if he hadn’t slept. He looked… like a beaten dog. “You’re… a vampire,” you murmured. “Yes,” he nodded. “But I’m not like him. I don’t—I don’t hurt people. Not you.” Your voice trembled. “Then why are you here? Why did you bring me… where are we?” “My house,” he replied, looking down. “I couldn’t leave you there. And I didn’t trust the others. Not even your own.” Then he looked into your eyes with tenderness: “You’re… important. I don’t know why. But you are.”

Days passed. You heal slowly. The wounds are deep, but strangely, they begin to close faster. Every night, even if you don’t see him, Jake enters the room. He watches you, motionless, kneeling by your bed. Then, slowly… he licks your wounds. With precision. With respect. But with a hunger he cannot hide. Until one night… “…Jake…” His name slipped from your lips in a whisper as you slept. And he stared. He stood up to leave, but your hand closed around his cold wrist. “Stay.” He looked at you. Confused. Stunned. “I’m grateful… for what you did. And…” you hesitated, “…I want to understand. I want to understand you.” He lowered his gaze, a nervous, tender smile, like a boy caught in the act. “I should leave. I really should,” he said. “But you don’t want to,” you replied. “No,” he admitted. “I want to stay. I want to… watch you breathe. Is that stupid?” You smiled. “A little.” “I can do even dumber things,” he whispered with a smirk. “Like asking if I can sleep here. On the carpet. Or on the ceiling, if you prefer. I can stay in mist form too.” You laughed. His joke was childish, but it was sincere. Strangely… sweet. Jake looked at you with bright eyes. “I swear I won’t do anything you don’t want. But… if you want me to stay, say the word. Just one.” And you said it. “Stay.”

It had been weeks since Jake had saved you. But since that day… You had never been alone again. You found him everywhere. Lying in your bed in the morning, with a sleepy smile and messy hair. Behind you while you cooked, his arms wrapped around your waist and his cold lips kissing your shoulder. One time, you almost dropped a knife from shock. His only response was: “I had to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself with those sharp things… let me cut the vegetables.” And of course, he did it with his claws. But the worst—or the best—came at the most private moments. Like that afternoon, in the mall dressing room, when you tried on a red bralette and black panties with red details. You had looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied. Then, his voice behind you: “Take it off.” You spun around quickly. “JAKE! I told you not to pop up out of nowhere when I’m trying on lingerie!” He licked his lips, his eyes fixed on your chest. “I’m not doing it on purpose…” he murmured. “It’s like… a radar. My body just brings me to you when you wear things like that.” “Psychopath,” you muttered, laughing. “Possessive,” he corrected, stepping closer, “and you love it.” Then he said it, with those golden eyes and that low voice that made your bones vibrate: “Tonight… I want to see you wearing only that.” You raised an eyebrow. “Only that?” Jake bit his lip. “Only that. And maybe… a bow.” “You want a bow?” you teased. “Yes. Red. Like blood.” You looked at him mischievously. “Did you get yourself a gift, vampire?” “Yes. My favorite. You!”

That evening – Your room at the campus

Books everywhere, scattered notes, open highlighters. You were studying for the comparative species history exam, trying to figure out when vampires had been officially recognized in human law.

Then: knock knock. On the window. You smiled even before getting up. When you opened it, the wind carried with it the scent of the night… and him. Jake. Messy blonde hair from the flight, full lips pulled into a dangerous smile, intense eyes, and sharp canines clearly visible.

“Hey, princess of the dark,” he said, landing on the windowsill with feline grace. “Don’t you ever use the door?” “Too mainstream,” he replied. Then he looked at you with burning eyes. “But for you… I might consider it.” He entered without waiting for an invitation. As always. And he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. His breath was like ice on your warm skin.

“You know how beautiful you are, right?” he murmured, his voice rough. “Your blood smells like desire. Like honey and thorns.” “Jake…” you sighed, your legs going weak. He pulled back for a moment. “You’re my drug. You know that?” You looked at him with an ironic smile. “You’re obsessed with me.”

Jake flashed a cheeky grin. “Of course I am. You’re everything I want. To drink. To touch. To fuck.” Your breath trembled. He slowly slid his hands under your shirt. They were cold, as always, and the contrast with your warm skin made you moan softly.

“Jake… they’re cold…” “I love how you react to me. So alive. So mine.” Then he looked you straight in the eyes. “Are you wearing that set?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Want to see it?” “Show me.”

“Good little puppy,” you whispered, lifting your shirt just enough to let him catch a glimpse of the red lace on your belly. Jake closed his eyes, gripping the edge of the table to avoid losing control.

“Christ. You’re a curse.” “You asked me to wear it,” you teased him. “I didn’t think I’d survive.”

“Shame, then…” You brushed your thumb over his lip. “Because tonight, I’m not letting you leave here alive.” Jake swore. Loudly.

“Damn… okay. Now you’re officially cruel.”

He lifted you in his arms with frightening speed, and you gasped as he carried you toward the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To get my gift. Just the bow is missing…”

Jake stood over you slowly, as if touching something sacred. His gaze burned. There was no longer only desire in there; there was worship, hunger, and something deeply romantic, as if it were the only beautiful thing left in his immortal world. "You're the most perfect thing I've ever seen," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

He leaned over and began to storm our necks with hungry little kisses, alternating them with yeast bites and hickeys. His canines grazed the skin without ever really sinking, but they were plenty to trigger shivers down his spine. "Jake, I told you not to bite," you half-loudly admonished him, pulling his blonde hair hard, sinking his fingers into his thick, shiny hair. He moaned against your skin, laughing in that deep way that made your soul vibrate. "I love you when you're like that. When you command me, you drive me crazy.” Then you hear him moan. "I can't take it anymore if you're my damn thing. My drug. Every part of you calls me. I need you. To feel your skin. To lose myself inside of you.”

You giggled, stunned by the intensity of his voice. You pushed him gently, and he let me tip him over, lying on the bed under you, eyes wide open and red with hunger, but not blood. He straddled you on him, and you looked at him with a mischievous smile. "Strange for a dead man if you are flushed,”

Jake bit his lip, trying to keep control. "Shit stop " You pulled up his shirt with a slow, seductive gesture. “I want to see everything that is mine.” And he, without thinking twice, raised his arms, giving you free access to his sculpted body. You began to kiss him, first the chest, then slowly along the line of the abs, tracing them with your tongue, savoring each muscle as if it were created for you. Jake was shaking, unable to stand still. When you rubbed on his boner, through his pants, he moaned loudly, his hands clutching the sheets. "Christ, princess, you're sending me out of my head and you're damn good…” "Is it too much for an immortal vampire?" you teased him, brushing his jaw with your nails. Then you whispered in his ear, "Raise your hips,” Jake stammered, taken by surprise. "Wait, wait, if you're serious? Now?!”

"Does this sound like a joke to you?" you muttered, slowly lowering your pants. When his boxer appeared, tense against his throbbing erection, you threw an innocent fake look at him. "Is all this for me?” Jake nodded, eyes full of desire. "Always. Just for you.” Slowly, you took them off, and his body immediately reacted to the touch. "You are so sensitive Jake. Everything. But tonight you are mine.”

His erection pressed against the tissue of the boxer, already wet from the tip. You looked at him. “For me?” "Always for you. Just for you.” When you released him completely, his cock jumped against his abs, swollen, pulsating, beautiful. You licked your lips while he held his breath, in the grip of an animalistic tension. You began to kiss the tip, savoring every drop of liquid that had already leaked. He bowed, with a muffled groan. "Christ …[name], if you continue like this…” “So how?” you whispered, slowly licking it along the entire length. “Damn… tempting creature…” With the tongue you played, teased, and caressed. Then you took it in your mouth, deep down, and hon moaned loudly, his voice choked. His canines protruded now, red eyes completely lost in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck you … fuck you … you are… too…” His hands clasped your hair, but trembled. He was your prisoner, the vampire who could kill with a glance … but who now stuttered under your touch. “So loud to be a vampire… " you teased him again, pinching his thigh. Jake screamed, a choked blasphemy came out of his lips as he unwittingly pushed inside your mouth. When you started moving faster, he had tears in his eyes, teeth sticking into his lips, and veins in his neck stretched like strings.

"I'm … coming, love … fuck … I'm -” Then you heard it. He burst like a fountain, warm and abundant, and you did not stop, drinking everything, hands still caressing him to prolong the pleasure, even when he trembled under you. White threads dripped from your lips and along your hand. You ran your tongue over your fingers and looked at him with a smile. “Possessive. Vulnerable. Delicious.” He looked at you lying, exhausted, his chest rising, his cheeks incredibly reddened. “You are a public danger.” “And you're the most adorable vampire I've ever seen.” "Don't say it out loud… You will ruin my immortal reputation.” But then he laughed. A raspy laugh, tired, completely in love. And you knew you had him.

His chest lifted with an almost animalistic tension. His hands caressed your hips with caution, as if afraid that you might vanish. You were there. Hot. Deadly. And yet you were the one with the power at the time. You giggled, mischievous. “You like me so much, huh?” Jake rose slightly on her elbows and brought his lips to your breasts, leaving playful little bites- his canines barely exposed, as if reminding you who he really was. "Jake” You stopped him with a firm whisper, taking him by the hair. “I don't want you to bite me.” He sulked, adorable, his red eyes veiled with desire and frustration. “Not even a little? Just to feel your heart racing harder?” "No. I want to hear from you … but not like that.”

The vampire below you sighed, giving up, but slowly slid along your body. It's member-already hard, already throbbing-rubbed against your moist folds, ripping out a moan that left you trembling. “Then let me at least get inside you.” His voice was hoarse, broken, and pleading. “I want to hear you all, I want to know that you are there… that you are mine.”

Nod. And with a slow, conscious gesture, you guided him inside you. He entered with a subdued expletive, his head thrown back, while you groaned along with him. It was too much. Too good. Too real. Too intense. "Fucking goddess…" he muttered, clinging to your thighs. "You are perfect… you are made for me…" You began to move, first slowly, then with increasing confidence. Your hips moved smoothly, sinking on him with power, alternating moments when he was pushing inside you, and others when you bounced against him, hands resting on his shoulders, strong to stay balanced.

He moaned, praised you, degraded you with words that made your soul vibrate. "Look how you take me… how I slide inside you…Every part of your body cries out my name. Is that what you want? Being fucked and loved like I'm the only one controlling me?” When he took you by the waist and rose from lying down to sit down, remaining within you, you screamed, surprised by the deep pleasure of that new corner. “Be… I'm coming,Jake "Yes, love … come for me.” he whispered with a grin, as his thumb crept between the two of you and began to stimulate you with perfect, targeted movements. "Hold me … drive me crazy” With one last deep push, you felt the orgasm explode inside you — a hot, shattering wave that made you shake against her chest. Your name moaned, as your body convulsively clasped around his. “It's too much… " you gasped, exhausted and trembling.

"No, baby … I have to come again … and I will do it inside you.” The way he said it, the possessive tone, the burning desire… left you breathless. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. Prayer. Sentence. He held you tight and sank even deeper, with fierce thrusts but full of need. His kisses were frantic, his eyes filled with something beyond desire: adoration. And when it came, it was with a broken groan, the body stiffening against yours, the breath severed, as it sank into you, filling you, trembling, vulnerable, alive. You remained so, united, while your bodies were still contracting slowly. He squeezed you, lips in your neck, but without biting. “Now you are mine.” “So are you, sticky vampire.” He smiled, his smile tired and sincere. “And I'm happy about it. I don't want anything but you.”

HEESEUNG (PERFECT BOYFRIEND VAMPIRE)

Two years

It had been two whole years since you'd first met Heeseung. He was carrying cookies that his "aunt" had supposedly left him. He was kind, always smiling, with that calm, soothing voice that felt like a lullaby every time you passed him on the landing. He was… perfect. Too perfect. Never a word out of place. Always considerate with the elderly, always have a warm smile for the children in the building. But there was something. A shadow lingering behind those eyes—always just a bit too glossy. The fact that you’d never seen him out during the day. That his apartment always seemed shrouded in darkness. And then, his friends. Three other guys. So breathtakingly beautiful, it was almost painful to look at them. But their presence made the air go cold. No one knew anything about them. Yet, every time you crossed paths, your heart would pound so hard it felt like you had to run and hide. That evening, you were just on the couch. Soft music is playing, a scented candle is lit, and your favorite book is in hand. A finally normal night.

Ding dong.

The doorbell made you jump. You weren’t expecting anyone, you approached cautiously, and peeked through the peephole.

Brown hair with reddish highlights, it was Heeseung. But… he looked like he was swaying. You opened the door abruptly. Your breath caught in your throat.

His face was streaked with blood. His lip was split, red stains all over his white shirt—or what was left of it. He was breathing heavily. And smiling.

“Do you have any sugar? I suddenly got this crazy craving for… something sweet.”

His voice was hoarse. Almost a growl. You felt the blood freeze in your veins. Instinctively, you pulled the door halfway closed, leaving just a sliver between you and him.

“I... I would never hurt you,” he murmured, sounding almost disappointed.

“That’s exactly what serial killers say!” you snapped, eyes wide.

He chuckled softly. A tired, almost mischievous smirk.

“Touché. But I promise… I’m too weak to even touch you. At least, not the way I’d like to.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“…You’re a pervert.”

“Only when I’m mortally wounded and knocking on the doors of good girls,” he muttered, swaying.

You sighed. Looked into his eyes. There was something strangely vulnerable there. Something pleading.

And something dangerously magnetic.

You grabbed his arm—cold, marble-like—and pulled him inside.

His body was heavy but controlled. Like a wounded predator still ready to pounce.

“Couch. Now. And try not to bleed on everything.”

When he sat down, he let out a low groan. Then cursed through gritted teeth.

“Shit… even near the belly button. Terrible place for a fang.”

You spun around.

“If you wanted an excuse to show me your abs, you could’ve just asked. No need to nearly get yourself killed by… by what, exactly?”

He laughed, quietly.

“Noted. Next time, I’ll be more straightforward. Like: hey, I wanna show up half-naked at your door, open up.”

You slapped the back of his hand on instinct.

He looked at you, surprised. Then smiled again—this time genuinely amused.

“Hey… if touching me is your reaction to every innuendo, I might start making them more often.”

You knelt beside him. Blood was trickling from his abdomen, and when you lifted the torn shirt, you had to hold your breath.

Perfect, even wounded.

Beneath the pale skin, the cut was deep. But his body seemed to be… healing. Slowly. As if something ancient pulsed inside him.

“What the hell are you, Heeseung?”

He looked at you. For the first time, serious. No smile. Just truth.

“Something that doesn’t deserve to be near you. But I can’t stay away.”

Your heart thudded.

But you didn’t look away.

Maybe because you were drawn to danger.

Or maybe… because beneath all that blood and mystery, there was a man who looked at you like you were the only light he’d ever known.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, slicing the air in golden beams.

He was still there. On your couch. Or at least... it looked like he was.

“Ugh...” Heeseung groaned, his voice deep and hoarse, barely awake. He moved slowly, pushing himself up on his elbows. His shirt was still open over his chest, and the gash near his navel now looked like nothing more than a faint scar.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, approaching carefully, a small bowl of clean gauze in your hands.

“Like an ancient scroll...” he whispered. “My skin’s centuries old by now. It’s learned to heal on its own. But... the older I get, the longer it takes.”

You stared at him, brow furrowed.

“So you are...”

“A vampire?” he let out a low, sensual chuckle. “You didn’t figure that out on your own? With my nocturnal habits, corpse-like complexion, and this overwhelming need to... stay close to you?”

You stepped closer, your fingers resting against his cool skin.

“Let’s just say I had my theories.” You looked at him, a mix of challenge and curiosity in your gaze.

“But now I want to see how true they are.”

Your fingers slid along his abdomen, warm, alive.

He let out a low groan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Damn… your hands. They're... so warm.”

“That’s because I have blood running through me. You, on the other hand—”

You didn’t finish the sentence.

He pouted, irresistibly, lifting his gaze just a little.

“You shouldn’t talk about your blood like that. Not around me. It makes me want to suck it from you slowly. Drink it while you moan my name.”

You froze. Eyes wide, breath caught in your throat.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No.” He shook his head. Then, much softer:

“But I’d never do it without your permission. I promise.”

Then added, with a wicked grin:

“I only say it because… your blood… your personality… and your body… are all I want.”

You felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“So that was… some kind of confession?” you asked, trying to play it off.

He laughed. A deep, satisfied sound.

“Call it what you want. But if you let me enjoy your hands on me a little longer… I might call it our first date.”

You resumed treating him, even though your hands were trembling slightly.

The wound on his abdomen was nearly gone. But as you reached lower—just above the waistband of his boxers—you felt him shiver beneath your touch.

“Mmh… you’re really good at this. But if you keep touching me there, I might start saying or doing... indecent things.”

“Like what?” you asked, innocently.

He opened his eyes. His dark irises seemed to burn.

“Like telling you I want you sitting on my lap, your warm hands tied behind your back. Or letting you bite my neck while I slowly slide into you. Or asking you to scream my name until the neighbors call the cops.”

You froze. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You didn’t know whether to run… or stay and hear more.

“…you’re insane.”

“No, babe. Just very honest. And very, very hungry.”

The silence between you thickened.

“You know what the funniest part is?” he added, standing up as if he’d never been hurt.

You stepped back.

“What… do you mean?”

He smiled. One of those smiles that ignites a fire in your core.

“The wound? The weakness? All fake. A little act. A plan I orchestrated with my oh-so-‘scary’ friends. I had to see if you'd open the door. If you'd come closer. If… you’d touch me.”

Your eyes widened.

“What?!”

“I needed to mark my territory.” He stepped closer.

“And now… I know I want it.”

He leaned in, eyes locked with yours. A breath away from your lips.

“You’re mine. You just don’t know it yet.”

Months had passed since that night. Months in which you had tried to keep your distance. Months in which he had done everything to make you fall. Heeseung had apologized in every possible way. With sweet words and guilty glances. With dinners he had cooked, nocturnal bouquets of flowers, gifts left on your doorstep. He had even taken you on a picnic in broad daylight, with your skin slightly sizzling in the light, just to show you that he would endure the sun for you. And sometimes, when you looked at him… he seemed truly perfect. Kind to the neighbors. Be considerate with the children. He held your coat when you were cold. He washed your hair in the shower. He read your favorite books to you while you fell asleep on his bare chest. Every gesture was gentle, measured… human. But beneath that calmness, there was an animal. You could feel it. You saw it in his eyes every time he passed you too slowly. When he brushed your wrist with his thumb. When he inhaled your scent and closed his eyes, as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. Heeseung had desired you for over a hundred years. And now that he had you, now that he could touch you, kiss you, look at you… …he couldn’t stop. That night, you were sleeping deeply. The pajama was light, with the soft fabric rolled around your thighs. The open window let in a light breeze that brushed your skin. You were dreaming of something warm. Something intense. Something… wet. Until… A whisper caressed your ear. A cold breath, but intimate.

“My good girl… sleeps so sweetly.”

A hand caressed your side, slowly. Cold lips brushed your neck.

“Please… let me taste you. Just a little. I promise I’ll behave.”

You moaned softly, still caught between sleep and wakefulness. You instinctively turned, finding him there.

Lying next to you. His eyes red with desire. His bare chest. His breath controlled… with effort.

“Hee…” you whispered, still confused.

“Sleep, darling. Just let me… kiss you.”

“Kisses… yes. Bites… no.”

You said it with a thick voice. But he… chuckled.

“We’ll see if you still say that in a few minutes.”

His lips began to move down. From your neck to your chest. His hands slowly lifted your pajama top, revealing your bare breasts beneath. The contrast between his cold mouth and your warm skin made you shiver.

[Heeseung's thoughts:]

“Warm. Always so hot. It smells of life, fresh blood… repressed desire. God, how did I live a hundred years without feeling this taste on my tongue?”

He kissed you between his breasts, then went down again. Along the belly, up to the elastic of the shorts that slowly pulled off with the fingers. His hands stroked your open thighs, as your breath became heavier.

"You're all mine, you know?" You groaned, nodding without even realizing it. Then he lifted his head, his face between your legs. "Where do you want me to bite you, mmh? Tell me, good girl. You want to feel it here… — - kissed your inner thigh, slowly — "…or here?— - and went up to the neck, where he just laid the canines, touching the skin — "…or maybe here?— - a light caress to the bare breast, followed by a slow, moist kiss — "…or maybe on your wrist, so I can feel the pulse explode under the tongue."

You shook your head, panting. "I don't know … Heeseung, I…"

"You have to choose. Because when I bite you, it won't just be hungry. Will… link. And I never bite without wanting to hold something forever."

His look was serious now. Excited. But deep. You hesitated. The body was burning, the blood was pulsating strongly. He smiled, tilting his face.

"Or do you want me to decide? Because I assure you, I could do it here." He stroked you between your legs, right above your most sensitive part. "And your blood … would be sweeter if taken while shouting my name."

You woke up with burning skin. Not of fever … but of desire. And it was all his fault. Heeseung was there, next to you, crouching on the bed, with unkempt hair, eyes gloomy with hunger, and hands already on your body.

Your pyjamas were pushed up, pulled away slowly with almost devoted care, while his cold lips caressed your neck, whispering words that sent you into confusion. "My girlfriend sleeps so well … But do you know that you move even when you dream? What do you say, my name in a law voice? You torture me without wanting to."

His hand went down between your legs. A groan eluded you as you tried to tighten your thighs, but it was already too late. "Shh, just let me feel how hot you are…" His fingers grazed your clit with maddening slowness. "All this innocence, and you are already so wet for me. Look at that good girl…"

He whispered to you with a smile on his lips as you felt the heat explode. "No … not there…" you gasped as he teased you, and nodded with feigned patience. But his fingers slipped lower. Slowly. Inexorably. "So … just tell me where you want me to bite you." You shook your head, still too confused, too excited. "Hee, please … I don't want to… don't hurt myself. Don't let me die."

He looked at you with deep, dark eyes, lowering himself to rest his forehead against yours. "You will never die because of me. And I won't transform you until you're ready. But I can't resist anymore. I want you too much." One of his fingers sank into you. He slipped too easily. Your body welcomed him without hesitation, as your breath broke.

"Look how you slide … You're a damn temptation, you know?" He penetrated you with a second finger, and you moaned louder. "Your thighs … are they good for you?" he asked in a playful but hungry tone. Nod, between breaths. "But please be kind…"

He smiled, and that smile was dangerous. "I won't hurt you, good girl. But don't pretend you don't like it. Your body is already begging me." Then you heard it. His canines grazed the inside of your left thigh. A moment later, the skin broke. Bite. Deep. Intense. And a throaty sound came out of his throat as he began to suck your blood.

[Heeseung's Thoughts:] "God, his blood … is fire. Life. Desire. It runs down my throat and drives me crazy. How did I wait so long? It's mine. Only mine. No one else can taste it. No.”

Feel his breathing become more labored, hos lips kiss you, suck you, nibble you. And while he drank from you, his fingers did not stop moving inside your pussy, faster, more decisive.

"A-ah … Hee…" you moaned, unable to stop. "Please … don't stop … I feel … I feel that I'm…" "Come for me, love. So I can savor it all." He kissed your newly made wound, licked it with her tongue to seal it while teasing your clit with her thumb. And when you reached orgasm, you shouted his name.

The tears came down, not just from the pleasure… but from the confusion, the need, the fact that you could no longer understand where the desire ended and where the love began. Heeseung looked at you as you shook. His fingers were wet with your moods. Your thighs are still dripping blood and pleasure. He licked his lips. Satisfied. Lose.

"You know what?" he whispered to you, kissing your forehead. "This was only the first time. I've waited a hundred years… But now that I've had you, I'll never stop."

Your breath is broken, your body still tense from the orgasm that tore you with his fingers. But Heeseung is not done with you yet. He can't get enough. His gaze burns with hunger, his lips dirty with your blood as he watches you with predatory eyes, his pupils dilated, his chest rising irregularly.

Without saying anything, he shows you the last veils — his underwear slips off. It is long, venous, already covered with a pearly veil of desire. You can not restrain yourself: you look at it, praise it, touch it with trembling and curious fingers.

"Beautiful…" you whisper, almost in a trance, as your hands explore its length. He grabs you by the hips, fingers pressed hard to your bare skin, and looks at you with a fierce gaze, but full of twisted adoration.

"Are you sure you're a good girl?" he whispers in a scratched, red-hot voice. "Because I'm going to fuck you like I'm the opposite." Your heart skips a beat. Open your legs slowly, hesitantly, and ask him not to be too violent. Your voice is small, vulnerable. "I have not… a lot of experience…"

He smiles, and the smile is as sharp as his canines. "I can be slow … or I can make you scream until the sun rises." Approaching your ear, the voice is a sweet poison. "You choose." It doesn't even give you time to respond. It penetrates you with a single lunge, deep, raw. A moan runs from his lips as you arch his back, surprised, his legs instinctively closing around his hips.

"Christ…" growl quietly. "Look how you take me… you're perfect." You gasp, you tremble. "Move slowly… Please…" Heeseung bends over you, starting to move with slow, deep, hypnotic thrusts. He fucks you like you've been his for ages.

Every blow makes the bed shake, but there is sweetness hidden behind the brutality. He kisses you between strokes, caresses your throat marked by his bites, and squeezes your face in his hands while staring at you. "Do you feel how wet it is for me?" murmur. "You are so tight… like no one has ever really touched you. It's the first time you've felt so full, isn't it?"

"It's too much…" groans, the voice broken. He stops your face, forcing you to look at him. Black eyes pierce your soul. "Don't say bullshit. Your body knows exactly who it is. And now I take every part of you."

It sinks stronger, deeper. It makes you feel like you want to scream, cry, come all over him at the same instant. He caresses your inner thigh as he moves inside you, leaving bites on the already marked skin. "I've waited more than a century for this. For having you like that, trembling under me. Do you understand that?" He stares at you, as if looking at something sacred. "Do you understand what you are to me?"

You scream with pleasure, your voice broken, desperate. "Heeseung… I want to come… please…" His smile writhes into something dark, smug. "And to think that before you didn't even want me to touch you. And now you beg me to make you come… you little hypocrite."

His hands move between your legs, his thumb starting to stimulate you as he continues to push inside you. "Come for me. I want to hear you squeeze me as you scream my name." And when you do-shaking, shaking, out of control — he holds you tight, as if he could tear you apart and put you back together only with his body. A monster, a god, a lover who never learned to let go.

Your body shudders, upset with pleasure. You can't even hold back: a scream explodes in your throat as you come around his cock, tight, shaken, completely submissive to that burning sensation inside you. "Hee… I'm too sensitive… " you gasp, your face turned upside down, tears mingling with sweat on your hot skin. But he laughs, low, dirty. That kind of laugh that makes your legs tremble.

"Sensitive?" he takes you by the chin, forces you to look at him. "And I just want to sink even deeper into you. Can I, my love? Can I destroy you properly?" He's not waiting for an answer. He manipulates you with cruel slowness, his fingers caressing the spot where he is still inside you, brushing your clitoris with a barely hinted touch, just to make you jerk.

Then he moves, slowly — at first — almost tender-and then begins to push with deep, uneven, hungry strokes. "Look how you take me…" he whispers, his voice scratched. "Like you were born just for this."

Then feel his mouth on your neck. His canines touch the skin in a sacred moment, full of tension. They sink-but barely, like a broken promise-and he sucks only three drops, small, precious, as if he were tasting a rare wine for hundreds of years. Your groan breaks into a sob. Cry from pleasure.

The darkness, the mild pain, the pleasure that overwhelms you again as he comes inside you with a throaty cry, sinking every drop of his seed into your trembling body. "Very good…" it whispers against your skin, as you squeeze it hard, as if you could hold it inside forever. "Look how beautiful you are when you take everything like this."

"Enough… you are unbearable…" you admonish him, his voice broken, but your expression betrays the opposite: shiny eyes, ajar lips, all full of him. When he slowly detaches from you, feel the warm little filaments of his seed dripping between your thighs. He looks at you, pleased, and with a sweet and degrading smile, caresses your marked skin. "Dirty little human… all filled with my blood, my seed… so it should always be."

You let yourself go over him, exhausted, your head on his chest still uneven from breathing. Damp hair frames your face, and he kisses you softly on the forehead. "Mine. You've always been. You will be forever." His words sound like a statement, but they carry the weight of an immortal oath. You feel them slipping on your skin like a sweet chain. Tremble, vulnerable. But also safe.

"Heeseung … I love you…" he whispers. He closes his eyes, as if that moment were sacred. Then he squeezes you harder, the voice a dark whisper. "Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up in the morning…and I'll show you how sweet I love you."

But his "sweet way" has nothing human. It's not breakfast in bed. It is to see you trembling, full of him again. It is still savoring your blood, mixing your pleasure with its hunger. It will wake you up with slow bites and thrust into you, without giving you respite. Because Heeseung loves you. But he's a monster. And you love him anyway.

SUNGHOON (PROFESSOR BOYFRIEND VAMPIRE)

Faculty of Law, 10:37 a.m.

Classroom C. Law of the Duties and Powers of Vampires.

A course that once sounded like science fiction—until society stopped sweeping blood under the rug.

As always, you were seated in the front row.

Short skirt, good-girl turtleneck sweater, notebook open, pen in hand.

But your tightly pressed thighs told a different story.

"It’s not my fault Sunghoon talks about international treaties like he's whispering dirty things in a bedroom."

The tenured professor was absent—a centuries-old vampire, dull as dust, who walked and talked like an ancient scroll.

Today, as had been the case for the past few months, the lecture was left in the hands of his substitute.

Park Sunghoon.

Vampire. Twenty-six on paper, with the cold, detached gaze of someone who had already lived far too long.

He entered. Silence.

No one breathed as he walked between the desks.

Dark jacket, shirt buttoned all the way up. No smile—just a steady voice as he laid the papers on the desk.

"Today we’ll discuss Article 17 of the 2022 Blood-Crown Pact, which regulates the legitimacy of mental coercion by vampires in legal contexts."

His tone was low, clear, lethal.

Every word slid under your skin and yet, he never looked at you. Not once. No extra glances. No hesitation.

As if you didn’t exist.

"Maybe he doesn’t notice me. Or maybe… he’s avoiding me."

You raised your hand. Blood-red nails.

He looked up. Silence in the room.

"Miss (Your Name), go ahead." His voice was lower. Slower.

"With all due respect, Professor… you stated that mental coercion is only legitimate in emergency contexts. But according to more recent legal interpretations, a vampire may use it to prevent irreversible harm—even before an emergency occurs. Am I wrong?"

A blade. No one ever spoke to him like that. He stared at you, not for a second. For too long. Time froze.

"That’s it. He hates me. Or maybe… he’ll eat me."

"Interesting." Sunghoon stood up.

He walked toward you. Each step was a heartbeat.

"You’ve just challenged my interpretation with a partial reading of a poorly cited case. But I like that you tried."

He stopped in front of your desk.

"I’d like to discuss this further with you. After class. Office 2.13. Don’t keep me waiting."

And just like that, he walked back to the desk.

Your heart was pounding.

Cold. Brilliant. Arrogant and damn irresistible.

Office 2.13 – 5:06 p.m.

You knocked. Two sharp raps.

"Come in." His voice slipped through the door like a thin blade. You opened it and stepped inside.

The room was cold, like the heat had never been turned on.

The lights were dim, curtains drawn. The dark wood of the bookcases seemed to swallow every sound and there, in the middle of that frozen silence, sat him.

Park Sunghoon.

Behind his black glass desk, typing rapidly on a matte-finish laptop. To his right, resting casually, a half-empty blood bag.

The red liquid dripped slowly along the plastic, and for a moment, you thought:

"He drinks while grading exams. Magnificent."

You stepped closer. He looked up. His eyes didn’t have the hunger of an ordinary vampire. They were colder. Smarter. More dangerous.

"Come here. Take a look—since you're so brilliant."

He tilted the screen toward you. On the document was your argument—the one you'd used to “correct” him in class.

And below it… a proposal sent to the High Council of Vampires.

"Wait… he used my thesis?!" You smirked, cocky. "I may not be a vampire, but I clearly know more than some of you."

Sunghoon stopped. Slowly closed the laptop. He stood, with surgical calm, and fixed his gaze on you.

"Care to explain how you dared to correct me?" A pause. His eyes slid over your body. "Or are you just reckless?"

You smiled, just a little. That teasing tone you used when you wanted to be noticed.

"I’m not afraid of you, Professor. Or your fangs."

You were going to provoke him until he bit. He took a step toward you. Then another. Now he was inches away. You could feel his cold breath on your skin.

His canines, white and gleaming. A smear of dried blood on his lower lip. He leaned in. Too close.

"You should be." His voice dropped, almost a whisper. "You smell… dangerously tempting."

He inhaled softly, eyes half-lidded.

"Sweet. Fresh. Like ripe fruit ready to be bitten. If I were an older vampire… you’d already be drained in the courtyard."

A shiver ran down your spine.

"Is he saying that to scare me? Or to… prepare me?"

"You're not scared, are you?"

He studied you. His tone was neutral, but something simmered beneath it. You didn’t answer.

"Good. Because you’re going to work with me."

He handed you a sheet. An extracurricular project for outstanding students. A special assignment.

Working with him.

Extra hours. Night sessions.

Access to restricted documents. Private meetings.

Just you and him.

"Do you accept?" He looked at you with eyes that already claimed you. You swallowed.

But your pride spoke before your instincts could.

"I accept."

(What could possibly go wrong, right?)

Sunghoon smiled. But it wasn’t kind.

It was the smile of someone who had just caught something.

"Perfect. We start tomorrow night. Eight p.m. Bring your intellectual appetite and wear something comfortable."

The months with Sunghoon passed like elongated shadows across the cold marble of the faculty halls.

Every evening, every meeting, every paper edited together with him… was like burning slowly. You fed on everything—Korean ramen, Indian curry, margherita pizza at three in the morning—

While he drank in silence from sterile blood bags provided by the Blood Bank ut every time his fingers got too close to your skin… you felt something inside him struggling to break free.

It wasn’t hunger.

It was a hunger for you.

In class, he was strict. Cynical.

"Miss (Your Name), your analysis is incorrect. Again."

But then, with a low and cutting glance, he’d murmur under his breath:

"Maybe if you stopped wearing such short skirts… You could focus better."

And every time, you challenged him with a defiant smile.

But he looked at you like he was undressing you with his eyes, slowly, precisely. At night, during private study sessions in his office or the small faculty-only room in the library, things were different.

The margins of the legal texts he gave you were filled with handwritten Latin phrases.

“Me ardere facis.”

You make me burn.

“Exsanguis tuae vocis sonitu.”

The sound of your voice drains me.

“Me consumis ut nox solem.”

You consume me like night devours the sun.

You never mentioned them. But every time you read them… your thighs clenched.

A few nights later, while reviewing your thesis draft, he made you sit on his lap.

You were confused, but you didn’t move. He said nothing. Just took your wrists and made you hold the book steady while he annotated it.

His cold breath brushed your neck.

Then… without a word, his fingers slid beneath your skirt, adjusting your position with glacial precision.

You shivered. And then… his nose touched the curve of your neck.

A barely-there bite. Almost a kiss. Almost a promise.

"Pro…fessor…"

Your breath trembled.

"Ssshhh."

His voice was low, calm, surgical.

"Hold still. I’m looking for inspiration…"

The tip of his tongue traced a spot where the blood pulsed closest to your skin.

You moaned, unintentionally.

"So bold in class… and now you tremble from a touch?"

His hand grazed your back, slowly.

"You’re wet, aren’t you? Because you like that I’m the one in control." A pause. "Don’t pretend to be surprised. You know I want you. But I prefer you like this—silent, in my hands."

He had access to everything.

Your academic records. Campus surveillance. He knew where you were, who you spoke to, how long you stayed out of the dorms.

But he wasn’t jealous. He was calm. Clinical. Deadly.

With other students, he was harsh, sarcastic, impatient.

With you… he was cold. But obsessively present.

Whenever you left his classroom, his fingers always brushed yours too slowly as he returned your papers.

He touched you without really touching you.

And you… were going insane.

Was he manipulating you?

Yes.

Was he desiring you?

Even more.

Was he owning you?

Not yet. But it was only a matter of time. And you…were letting him.

The clock in the teachers' lounge read 10:21 PM.

Twenty-one minutes late.

The hallway was empty, the faculty cloaked in that thick silence that felt more like a crypt than a university.

The light in his office was on. As always. As if he never slept.

And maybe… he didn’t.

You still had on the dark red lipstick he hated, and the scent of prosecco clung to your skin.

Your collarbones sparkled faintly from the birthday glitter.

A birthday you hadn’t told him about.

Or maybe you had. Maybe you’d told him in just the wrong way, on purpose—just to see if it would get under his skin.

You did that a lot with him. You pushed. You provoked.

Hoping he’d lose control.

You opened the door slowly, without knocking.

And he was there.

Sitting behind the desk, jacket off, tie loose. Glasses perched on his nose.

His gaze fixed on you like he was reading you from the inside out.

“Good,” he said. “At least you’re alive.”

His voice was low, like a sheet of ice threatening to crack beneath your feet.

You forced a smile. “I said I might drop by after dinner…”

“No,” he cut in, closing the book in his hands. “You said might, and that was the only honest word you used.”

He stood.

The way he moved always gave you chills: slow, perfectly controlled. Like he never quite touched the ground.

He came closer, unhurried. His dark eyes never left your face.

“You’re twenty-one minutes late, you reek of sugar and alcohol, and you showed up in a skirt that makes even the air feel ashamed.”

“I thought I’d make up for it with my stage presence.”

He laughed softly. But there was no joy in it—only disdain. Or maybe hunger.

“You’re not making up for anything. You’re provoking.”

He walked past you, moving behind you. His breath was barely audible. But you felt it on your neck.

“You think I can’t recognize a challenge when I see one?”

You turned slightly, uncertain. “I haven’t done anything to deserve that tone.”

“No?”

With a sharp motion, he grabbed your wrist—not violently, but with that quiet strength that always made you forget he was anything human.

He guided you to the front of the desk. His voice had changed. Deeper. Thicker.

“Bend over. Hands on the wood. And don’t speak.”

“Sunghoon—”

“Don’t.” His hand landed on the back of your neck, pushing you forward with fierce gentleness.

“Don’t give me orders in my house.”

The wood was cold beneath your palms. Your heart beat too fast. But it wasn’t fear.

It was something deeper. More dangerous.

It wasn’t the first time he became… like this.

Controlled. Cold. As if constantly fighting between desire and duty.

He had kissed you. Touched you. Even let you sit on his lap while he corrected your thesis.

But he had never asked you to be his. Never said you were.

And yet… he acted like you were.

Always.

You heard the buttons of your shirt being undone, the collar folding down. Then, his voice by your ear.

“Twenty minutes late. Twenty-one strikes.”

His hand came down on your left cheek. Sharp. The sound shocked you.

You held it in. A low moan.

“Count,” he murmured.

“…One.”

The second came harder.

“Two…”

By the third, you couldn’t help but gasp.

Your blood pounded between your legs.

Each strike wasn’t punishment—it was attention. Desire.

It was him, reminding you that he saw you.

At the fifth, without thinking, you whispered:

“…Sir…”

He stopped.

The silence was sharper than any slap.

You felt his cold hand trace the back of your neck, then rise to your chin.

He turned your face toward him.

His eyes were black. Glossy. Too glossy.

“Say it again.”

“Sir…”

A tremor passed through his jaw.

“Finally,” he murmured. “Finally you understand who you are here.”

He released your face and let his hand slide down your spine, his fingers tracing the curve of your back.

Then, his breath at your neck.

“Shame it’s too late for gentleness.” He lowered your panties slowly, surgically. And you stopped breathing.

Then—no warning—his lips on your neck. A kiss.

Cold. Wet.

Then… a bite. Gentle. A promise.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered. “And it’s not from pain. It’s because you like that I dominate you.”

You gasped, slick and fevered.

“Then why don’t you claim me?” you hissed. “You act like my boyfriend, but you never say it. Why don’t you tell me I’m yours?”

There was silence.

Then, his voice changed. It was almost… human. Hurting.

“Because if I say it,” he answered, “I’ll never be able to let you go.

And I… I don’t know if I’m ready to truly ruin you.”

Giggle. A broken, hysterical sound, full of shame and pleasure. Tears ran down your cheeks, warm and silent. But it was not pain. Not anymore. It was surrender. It was true.

"You know, don't you?" you murmured between breaths, your voice broken and your eyes shining. "You know I'm your soul mate. You know that, too."

The sound of your heart seemed to fill the room. Strong. Sincere. Unconscious. His hand stopped halfway through yet another slap. Stay there, suspended. Tend. Trembling. The silence that followed was different from everyone else's. Dense. Heavy. It lasted a second too long. Then two. Then three. When he spoke, his voice was a knife on bare skin.

"Stop saying things you don't understand." Hiss. Icy. Sharp.

"Stop challenging me. To provoke me. You know what you are to me … and what I become when you remind me." He leaned over you, his long, sharp body towering over you like a living shadow. It didn't weigh, yet it crushed you.

The power he emanated was almost tangible. His breath grazed your back of your head. His voice was almost a bite. "Look how easy you are. A spanking and your thighs are flooded. You made yourself beautiful today … for whom? You thought I wouldn't notice?"

He took you by the hair with cruel precision, forcing you to look up at the glass of the bookcase. The reflection that looked at you was not that of the model student. Nope. You were disheveled, flushed, wet, stripped of your dignity, and… more alive than ever.

"Look where you're at," he whispered. "With your face on my desk and your ass uncovered. Everyone sees you as a brilliant student. But I … I know how much you like to be my docile little bitch." A groan eluded you, involuntary. A desperate sound. Ravenous. He lowered his head. He smiled against your skin. "Tell me you're mine." It was not a request. It was a command. And you wanted it.

"I am…" you gasped. "I want to be. Please … take me." A dry sound. Zipper. Time stopped. You just turned around, anxious. The heart exploded. You wanted to see him. You should have seen him. His underwear was already on the ground, abandoned as an offering.

His body … pale, perfect, carved like cursed marble. And his erection… cruel. Impressive. Beautiful. It was beautiful. But most of all … it was dangerous. A hungry god. Your god. You, just his adoring prey. And he knew it. He looked at you from above, eyes ajar, veins at the pulsating temples. The narrow jaw. The slow smile, corrupt, full of power.

"Hands against the table." The voice was low, velvety, unreal. "Back straight. Open hips." You obeyed, trembling. His icy hands closed around your hips. Strong. Decide. Then … he penetrated you. One push. Slow. Inexorable. As if it were entering your soul. You heard it. All. In. Too. A groan escaped from your lips. Fingers clung to the edge of the desk as if to save themselves.

"Hoon …" you stammered. "It's too much…" "That's enough," he corrected you, sinking again, with that slowness punished and precise. "Because it's mine. And that's what you're made for. For me." Every shot was controlled, restrained. A chained fury. Every push was like he wanted to brand you from the inside. "Did you really think that your short skirts had no consequences?" he hissed, his teeth clenched. "Or that I could come to me late … without paying the price?"

He stopped. Motionless inside you. He punished you. "Move," you gasped. "Please … please, Hoon…" He smiled at your spine. "Look how you beg. How good you are at being my good whore when you need it. But the truth is, even if you hate me, even if you challenge me, you always come back to me. Because only I make you feel that way."

Then he moved. First slowly. Then stronger. Deeper. Every blow is a punishment. Every groan is an adoration. And you groaned. Not as a girl. From him. Not as a student. From belonging. "You are mine," he hissed at your skin. "You always have been. And no one will ever touch you. You're my human. My secret. My damage."

The room was full of obscene sounds. Skin against skin. Broken breath. Your hushed sobs. And when you stooped even more, offering yourself, opening up, destroyed, consumed, lost… he kissed your back. Gently. The only kind gesture. But it was enough to make you tremble. You were his. And you would have been, even if it meant burning.

Scream. A broken cry, pure pleasure climbing up your throat as he held you tightly against the table, nailing you with body and desire. His thrusts became deeper and deeper, more and more cruel. As if he wants to destroy you and rebuild you at the same time. "H-Hoon…!" you stammered, your voice broken," I want to come … please, let me come…" He chuckled. That slow, corrupt laugh that made you feel naked inside. "You deserve it, really?" he asked, the tone poisonous, sadistic.

"Because I'm not convinced." Nodded strongly, the hips moving alone against his pelvis. "Yes … yes, I deserve it, please…please…" "Polite little bitch now, huh?" he hissed, squeezing you even harder. "When you moaned my name in front of that damn glass you didn't look so innocent." His thumb reached your clitoris, touching it with quick and precise movements. Your body gasped. The pleasure exploded in waves that took your breath away.

"S-yes, yes… more… do not stop!" you groaned, bent under him. And he giggled again. "Here she is. That's how I like you." A few moments later, you came with a cry that broke the air. A red-hot, devastating pleasure ran through you all while he kept pushing inside you, hard, deep. Your moods ran down his thighs, hot, sticky, the intimate creases throbbing around his cock.

"Good girl," he praised you, panting. "You tightened so much as you came…" He kept pushing. Faster. Stronger. His breathing became uneven against your back. "Can I come into you?" he asked, his voice hoarse, restrained, on the verge of the end.

"No…" you groaned, trembling. But then — a heartbeat-and you changed. «You. Yes, you can. I want you inside." He stopped. Just a second. "Say it right," he ordered. "I want to hear it." "I'll take the pill," he whispered, between sobs of pleasure. "You can come inside me, Hoon. Fill."

The sound he made was almost a growl. "So we talk." With a violent and deep thrust, he came into you. But it was at that exact moment — when the pleasure overwhelmed him-that he really lost control. He sank his face into your neck, and his canines emerged. There was no hesitation, no mercy.

He bit you. A sharp, hungry, deep bite. Not to kill you. Not to feed. To tie you up. To claim you. Because it wasn't enough to come inside you — he had to brand you. The pain was a spark, immediately followed by an even blinding wave of pleasure. You felt his hot seed explode inside you, as blood dripped from your neck and your body stretched under his. His hips trembled. His breath became bestial. The white filaments of his pleasure dripped between your thighs, warm, dense. And as it came off your neck, with a broken sigh, the tongue passed gently over the wound, barely healing it.

His eyes — dark, red, tired-stared at you as if you were the most sacred thing ever touched. "Now yes …" he murmured against your skin, " … now you are mine in everything." When he broke away from you, slowly, he gently turned and squeezed you to your chest. His arms strong, his hands trembling. He hugged you like he was afraid of losing you. Tears came down from your eyes, this time without shame. Hot drops that slipped on his bare pecs, wetting his pale skin.

"It's hotter than usual…" you whispered, surprised, still immersed in ecstasy. He looked at you. An expression you've never seen before. Almost … tender. "Only with a soul mate," he said softly. "Only then … the heat returns.» You giggled, still shaking. A broken sound, but sincere. "So … is that why you seemed less glacial today?" He took your face in his hands. He did it with care. With devotion. "You look beautiful when you cry for me. But your tears must only be of pleasure. Only joy. Just ecstasy."

He looked at you, seriously. Eyes full of ancient promise. "From today … you are bound to me. This is my deal. My invisible mark. No other vampire will touch you. No one else will hear you. You're … mine." Then, in a simple and strangely human gesture, he bent down and took a sweatshirt from the chair behind the chair. It was black, smelling of him. He gently poked it into you. He helped cover you. And then he kissed you on the forehead.

You smiled. Mischievous, even tired as you were. "Are you really my boyfriend?" Your voice was cheeky. Theatrical. He laughed, this time with a poisonous sweetness. "I always have been. It just took you a while to figure it out." "You're a weird boyfriend. Dark. Vampire. Professor." "And you are brash, stubborn, and too awake for your own good. But you're mine." He squeezed you more. The heart beat slowly, but sure. And for the first time, you felt protected.

JAY (BODY-GUARD BOYFRIEND VAMPIRE)

Being the daughter of an American diplomat—at least from the outside—must have looked like a fairytale. Designer clothes. Exclusive invitations. A last name that opened doors like a golden crowbar. But the truth was, every night as you stepped through the gates of the villa, the emptiness wrapped around you like a coat two sizes too small. Your father was there. But not really. And the silence in that house always seemed to swallow you whole—like a hungry mouth. The only place you could breathe was on campus. The cafés. The university hallways. But ever since that damned article about your father’s political crusade for “vampire rights” came out, even that had become hostile territory. Hissed insults. Anonymous messages. Stares that burned your skin. Jimmy, your long-time bodyguard, had lasted two years. Then his wife got pregnant, and apparently, a newborn was more dangerous than you. Now you were alone. Or almost. You were at your desk, the warm lamp light spilling over your business economics textbook. A page full of charts you knew you’d never really understand. Then, three knocks on the door.

“It’s open!” you called, expecting Sophie with the latest campus gossip. But when you looked up… it was your father. Double-breasted suit. Tired smile. Eyes already drifting over your room—messy, as usual.

'Ever think about calling pest control for this battlefield?'

You got up with a shrug. “For your information, this battlefield just found the underwear I’ve been missing for three days.”

He laughed, then pulled you into a hug. Strong. Warm. Dad. For a second, time stood still.

'I missed you, my little girl.' “I missed you too, Ambassador of Disaster.”

You felt him chuckle against your hair.

But then—you tensed. Because... someone else was there. Behind him.

When you pulled away and looked up… you saw him.

A man.

No. A weapon in a tailored suit.

Black. Precise. Sharp. Tall, powerful, with a jaw sculpted by a too-generous god. Hair slicked back. Eyes… Brown. But veined with red.

A hue that pulsed—like embers under ash.

He looked young, yet ancient. Human… and not. His skin too flawless. A golden sheen, as if the sun had touched him once before being banished forever.

You let out a barely-there, ironic whisper as your gaze swept him from head to toe:

“Uh. Who’s the Matrix cosplayer?”

Your father sighed.

'That cosplayer is your new walking umbrella. Jay Park. Your new bodyguard.'

“...Excuse me?”

Jay simply nodded. No smile. No emotion. But his eyes…They were scanning you. As if he already knew every inch of your skin.

Every habit. Every dream. Every moan.

And in that moment, you understood only one thing:

You were no longer alone. And maybe… no longer free.

You’d never believed in hell—Until they literally moved it into your room.

The bed came in carried by four men. Black, minimal, perfect. Just like him. Jay Park. Half-blood. Cold. Unbearable. Beautiful.

Your father had left for a mission in the Middle East, with one very clear instruction:

“He’ll follow your every step. No arguments.”

Of course, you were going to argue.

“Let me get this straight,” you said, hands on your hips, staring at the bed now placed beside yours. “You need to share my oxygen just to do your little shadow-with-a-license job?”

Jay didn’t even turn around. He was sliding a holster under the pillow. “I don’t breathe.” “Oh, what a shame. So you can’t even sigh about how boring you are?”

He looked at you. Slowly. Sharply. His gaze was like a scratch on bone.

“The perimeter’s too wide. I can’t guarantee your safety from outside this room.” “I feel like I’m in prison.” “This isn’t prison. It’s a safety protocol.”

You stepped closer. Arms crossed. Goosebumps. Not from fear. From him.

Jay Park looked like he’d stepped out of a forbidden painting. A chiseled jaw. Broad shoulders beneath a black shirt. That neck—long, strong, biteable. His hands were large, precise, cold. And his eyes. Those eyes. Brown, with streaks of crimson—like sunset trapped inside, trembling.

You were 22. On paper, he was 24. In reality? One hundred and seventy. Your very own ancient stalker.

“Tell me,” you sighed, mock-dramatic. “Are you here to protect me or torment me?”

“Both, if necessary,” he said in that voice that never rose. Never shouted. Never hesitated. You, on the other hand, exploded.

“I don’t want some silent shadow watching me sleep! I want privacy. I want to do what I want. I want to live!”

He didn’t answer right away. He studied you. He had that infuriating way of watching you like he was calculating your breaths per minute.

Then he spoke.

“Privacy? Fine. But if someone slaughters you in the bathroom while you’re putting on lip gloss, who’s going to tell your father? You?”

You burst out laughing. Bitter. Furious. Amused.

“You’re an insufferable half-blood bastard, you know that?”

He raised one eyebrow. The only sign of life.

“Better you hate me than end up dead.”

Silence. For a moment. Too long. Too full.

You stared at him. And something inside you curled in on itself. How could someone so cold… make you feel warm?

Your thoughts:

Why the hell does he have to be so gorgeous? And so damn calm? He follows me like a shadow and drives me insane. Sure, he’s good with weapons, but what could he do with those hands? Those hands... so disciplined, so strong. On my neck? On my hips? No. Stop. He’s your bodyguard. He’s half vampire. He’s… too much.

His thoughts:

She hates me. Good. Better that way. But those eyes. That mouth. The way she moves like she doesn’t know how desirable she is. Or worse—like she knows exactly. I can’t afford distractions. I can’t. But when she smiles, something in me breaks. Damn it, I’ll be the one to kill her if she keeps looking at me like that.

Then he turned.

“Here are the rules.” “Rules?” “Agreed upon with your father.”

He tossed you a printed sheet. Ten bullet points. The first: “Jay has the right to enter any space you occupy—including the bathroom.”

You laughed. Again. Bold. Shameless.

“Screw you, Robocop.” “I’d rather not have to, but you’re pushing me to consider it.”

And then… it happened.

For a second, your eyes locked.

And the fire that had been burning silently under your skin… sparked into something visible. Uncontrollable.

But neither of you moved. Neither of you gave in. Not yet.

Two months had passed since Jay started living with you.

Two months of sharp silences, rules written in invisible ink, and stares that spoke too loudly, even when no one said a word.

You were convinced your father had hired Jay to protect you. In reality, it felt more like constant surveillance. A cold, elegant shadow that knew every step you took before you even made it. He knew where you drank your coffee, which perfume you wore, which shoes you put on when you needed to feel safer. He had learned it all. Too quickly.

And the worst part? You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It didn’t help that he was beautiful in a way that felt almost cruel. That kind of beauty that made you want to touch it just to see if it was real. Dark hair, pale skin but not lifeless, brown eyes streaked with red as if something inside him burned, refusing to die.

That night, you decided to provoke him. To test him.

You carefully chose the shortest nightgown, the one you had bought for laughs with your friends, never thinking you’d actually wear it. But now… it was perfect. And you were tired of being looked at from afar, like some risk to be contained.

You entered the room with light steps. He was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, a book open in his hands. He didn’t look at you immediately, but you knew he had heard you. He always heard everything.

“Jay,” you whispered, feigning innocence. “Can I ask you something?”

He didn’t respond, but he turned his face just enough. His gaze landed on your legs. Slowly, it slid up to meet your eyes.

“In your long vampire life… have you ever had anyone?”

His lips barely moved. “Just one.”

You moved closer, sitting at the edge of his bed. The mattress shifted, but he stayed still. Only his eyes betrayed him, following every small movement of your thigh, revealed by the silk of your nightgown.

“And where is she now?” “Mortal,” he murmured. “And dead.”

You froze. Then tilted your head. “She thought she was your soulmate, didn’t she?”

He didn’t speak for a second. Then: “She did.”

“But you didn’t.” He shook his head slightly.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, moving closer still, your eyes locked with his. “They say vampires can feel it… when they meet their soulmate. That their blood warms. That the hunger changes.”

He stared at you. His eyes seemed redder now. Sharper. “That’s exactly why I’m sure.”

Your heart hammered. But your smile didn’t falter. In fact, you challenged him. You slowly lifted your leg, pretending to adjust yourself more comfortably on the bed. The silk of the nightgown slid further.

“You should go to sleep,” he said, his voice raspy, rougher than usual. “I’m not tired.” “I don’t care.”

“Jay…” you whispered his name like a secret. And that’s when it happened.

In an instant, he was standing, right in front of you. His dark eyes, red at the edges. His hands tense at his sides, veins visible under the white skin. “Stop.”

You stood too. Your breath trembled, but you didn’t pull back. “Do I scare you… or do you just want me to believe it?”

He suddenly bent down, his face only inches from yours. “If I really scared you, you wouldn’t be this close.”

And that’s when he showed them. His fangs. Long, sharp, beautiful.

He bit you with his gaze, not his teeth. But it was worse.

“So… tell me something.”

His figure was an elegant shadow near the window, moonlight brushing his broad shoulders, the black shirt half open, dark hair tousled as if he had run his hands through it for hours, trying to hold himself back.

“You never stop talking, do you?” Jay replied without turning around, his voice deep, sarcastic, filled with that typical boredom that concealed a burning obsession beneath his skin.

You approached, barefoot, the barely perceptible sound of your steps on the wooden floor. “No. And you like me this way, admit it.” You smiled, mischievously. Your nightgown was short, sliding over your skin like silk, exposing your shoulders and bare legs.

He barely turned around. His eyes, as black as night, had a red hue, deep and threatening. His lips were slightly parted, his fangs visible for just a second. “Talking too much with a vampire is the fastest way to get bitten, you know?”

“Mmm, interesting…” You stopped in front of him. Your gaze was clear, but heavy with restrained desire. “Then I’ll bite you first.”

Jay stared at you in silence. Then he slowly lowered his gaze to your lips. “You’re a nightmare.”

“And you’re my personal bodyguard. So… who’s worse?” You ran your fingers over his chest, tracing the line of his heart. It was warm—too warm for a vampire.

Then, in a low voice, you asked, “But what if… I’m your soulmate?” You looked at him as if searching for confirmation deep within his dark eyes.

His body gave a slight jolt, imperceptible, but you noticed it.

He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at you as if he wanted to devour every word. Every beat. Every drop.

“Don’t say things like that.” His voice trembled just slightly, scratched by something deeper. “You can’t play with a vampire’s feelings. I could break your heart. Or worse… I could never give it back.”

You smiled softly. “Who said I want my heart back?”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles under your fingers. He was a living sculpture, beautiful and lethal. And when you locked eyes with him, that innocent and provocative look combined, he lost all resistance.

He was the first to lean in. His kiss was slow, too slow, as if he were tasting a poison that would destroy him. His lips were cold at first… then they warmed, pressing against yours. You opened your mouth immediately, curious, bold, and your tongue sought his, with a nearly impatient moan.

“You damn curious thing,” he whispered against your lips, his voice raspy. “You don’t know how to play fair.”

“Who said I wanted to play fair?”

When you kissed him for real, it was all fire and hunger. His hands slipped into your hair, gripping forcefully as he pulled you closer. His chest was hard against yours, his breath heavy, irregular. You shifted your body, and he fell back onto the bed, you on top.

“Stop…” he said, his eyes shining with danger and desire. “This is wrong. Go back to bed. Sleep.”

“No.”

You moved slowly on top of him, feeling his reaction beneath you. He closed his eyes for a second, almost in torture.

You moved your hips slowly, teasing him, and he growled through clenched teeth, placing a strong hand on your thigh, then sliding it down to your ass and pulling you even closer, making you feel every inch of his arousal.

“Feel how warm you are for me,” you whispered, blushing but smiling. “How can you say we’re not connected?”

Jay opened his eyes. He looked at you like you were the only light in a damned world.

“Shut up. You… don’t know anything.”

And then he kissed you. With force. With need. He bit your bottom lip, and you gasped softly as you felt the blood come out, but he didn’t pull back. He licked it. Sucked it gently, as if every drop was gold.

“So good…” he murmured against your lips. “Your blood… it’s too good.”

You looked at him, surprised, fascinated. “Would you drink me dry?”

He laughed, but it was a rough laugh. “If I do… I’ll never let you go.”

“Then do it.”

Since the night you kissed, something had changed in Jay. Not that he had ever been particularly open or easy to read — he remained your mysterious, cynical half-vampire bodyguard, with eyes as black as ink and a soul worn down by too many solitary nights — but now, he was everywhere. Everywhere you were.

He followed you with his gaze even when he pretended to be reading. He studied you as if you were an unsolvable mystery… or a threat to his sanity.

Even now, sitting at the far end of the empty library in the estate, he was watching you.

You were hunched over your modern history books, chewing on the tip of a pen, your legs folded on the chair, your socks slipping a bit. A tender, innocent image — too innocent for a vampire with miscalibrated instincts.

“Stop it,” he said softly, but his gaze never wavered.

You looked up and smiled, all light and provocation. “Stop what?”

“Torturing me.”

“I’m studying.”

“You move your legs while you study. And you chew on your lip.”

“Oh.” You pretended to think about it. “Am I distracting you?”

“No. I’m calculating the diplomatic risk of tearing you off that chair and biting you for half an hour. Let me finish my calculations.”

You laughed quietly. You stood slowly, making your bracelet jingle on your wrist. You approached his table. He looked at you without moving, leaning back in the dark leather chair, fingers intertwined on the table where maps, ancient grimoires, and a dagger your father should never have known about were scattered.

“What are you studying?” you asked sweetly, sitting next to him and sticking your nose between his papers.

“Night defense strategies. Protection from rebellious packs. Poisons. It concerns you.”

“Aww, my little vampire is protecting me…”

Jay let out a low sound, almost a restrained growl. He glanced at you sideways, his eyes briefly flashing red.

“You know I don’t like when you use that tone.”

“But you’re my secret boyfriend. It’s the least I can do.”

“Your father would send you to a monastery if he knew.”

“Yeah, and you’d be my guard there, too.”

He chuckled, dark and tired. “Yeah, but I’d sleep in your bed. Like now.”

That evening, in your secret room at the top of the villa, Jay was different.

More silent. More real.

He often cooked something for you — he said it didn’t make sense to feed you only sandwiches and sarcasm. He’d watch you while you ate, in silence, and then he’d lean in to taste something straight from your fork. One time, you had provoked him by saying he looked like a 1950s husband. He had bitten your neck.

Literally.

A little. Just a pinch. Just enough to make you tremble.

“That’ll teach you to talk too much,” he had said that time, his fingers tightening on your waist.

And you had smiled at him, cheeks flushed, asking if he liked biting you whenever you were disobedient.

He looked at you with that predatory face, tired of holding back.

“No,” he had said. “I like biting you even when you’re doing nothing.”

You often slept together. Officially because you were afraid of extreme vampires, and he had to protect you. Unofficially, because by now, he could only fall asleep with you on top of him.

He held you as if you were the only warm thing in his world of eternal cold. His chin resting on your head, arms crossed around your waist. Sometimes you’d wake up feeling his lips on your neck, whispering words you couldn’t understand. Other times, he simply watched you sleep. And if you woke up and talked too much — like usual — he’d silence you with a slow, distracted kiss, as if he couldn’t help it.

Every day, he became more protective. Every night, more dependent on you.

Yet, no one knew. Only you.

Only you knew that Jay, the coldest guard in the villa, would cook you pasta at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. Only you knew that he had a weakness for the smell of your wet hair. Only you knew that if a guy looked at you too much during a diplomatic lunch, Jay would spend three days grinding his teeth.

And only you knew how his hands trembled when he caressed your back, as if every touch risked breaking you.

“You get more obsessed every day,” you had whispered to him once, as you slipped under the sheets.

He didn’t deny it. He had just slowly moved your hair from your face and said:

“No. I don’t obsess. I… possess you. And you still don’t realize it.”

The villa was lit with golden lights and elegant music, but the atmosphere was unabashedly youthful: young heirs from diplomatic families, sons and daughters of senators, half-blood creatures, well-dressed humans, and vampires pretending to be harmless.

You wore an emerald green dress, flowing against your body like living silk. It hugged your curves gracefully and left your back exposed, where the subtle reflection of your bare skin was visible. Your legs, your shoulders, your neck — everything shone, everything screamed temptation.

And him... Jay was there. As always. Silent. In a corner of shadow. His eyes slightly reddened, jaw clenched, gloved fingers trembling just a little. His posture was tense, like a rope ready to snap. He wasn’t here as your boyfriend. He was your bodyguard. So he couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t brush against you. He couldn’t claim you.

He watched you as you smiled at everyone, as you spoke with that curious and sweet voice, as you moved your hands and hips with a grace that was slowly destroying him.

Every boy who approached you was a stab in the chest. Every smile you gave, a poison. But Jay was trained in control. And yet...

Then he arrived.

Blond, tall, elegant. Blue eyes. Smooth talker. The perfect type to irritate Jay to the core. And he wasn’t just “any type.” He was a vampire. One of the old ones, hungry, who knew how to disguise his intentions well. Jay knew immediately. He felt it in the heartbeat. He saw it in the eyes: too red to be normal. He was covering them with illusory lenses. But Jay wasn’t fooled.

And yet you... you laughed. You didn’t know who he was. You had no idea.

Until he placed a hand on your exposed back. A cold touch. You stiffened. You tried to pull back, but he grabbed your wrist with force.

“Let go of me...” you whispered, frightened, glancing around, but everyone seemed too far away. The blond looked at you with those ravenous eyes, and you felt the adrenaline rising to your chest. “What do you want from me?!”

And then... it happened like lightning.

Jay tore him away from you. Lifted him literally off the ground and threw him against a marble column, which cracked with a dull sound. The vampire boy screamed, but Jay was already on top of him. His eyes completely red. His fangs bared. His hands trembling with pure rage.

“You shouldn’t have touched her.” Jay’s voice was low, animalistic. “You shouldn’t have even looked at her. She’s mine. Understand? She’s my girlfriend.”

The vampire coughed blood. He smiled. “You’re... getting weak for her... you know that, right? She... she’s your downfall...”

Jay snapped his neck. Slowly. Coldly.

“Shut up.”

You turned, still trembling. Your eyes were teary, your breath broken. “J-Jay...?”

He looked at you. For a second, he was unrecognizable. Then he grabbed your wrist, and without a word, he dragged you out of the hall, ignoring everyone. His hands tightly gripping yours, his pace quick. He dragged you up the stairs, through the deserted halls of the villa, to your room.

As soon as he closed the door, he released his grip. The silence was worse than screams.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” he snapped. “You didn’t know that guy. He could’ve killed you. He was an unstable vampire. And you... YOU... were laughing with him.”

“I didn’t know!” you shouted. “I’m not like you. I don’t hear them. I thought he was just being nice!”

“There’s no such thing as nice in here.” He turned suddenly, furious. He turned his back on you, hands in his hair. “You don’t get it...”

“No, it’s you who doesn’t get it!” you yelled. “One moment you treat me like I’m yours. The next, you talk to me like I’m just your responsibility! But I love you! And you...? What do you intend to do, Jay?! Do you want to love me or protect me like a damn child?!”

Silence fell again.

He turned. He looked at you.

Then he reached you in three steps and kissed you.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was furious. Desirous. Desperate. His hands grabbed your hips with too much force. His lips crushed against yours, as if he wanted to brand you. He bit your lower lip just a little. The blood trickled slowly, and he licked it, growling low.

“You don’t understand how much you hurt me,” he whispered against your mouth. “You’re burning me alive. And I can’t stop.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“Then don’t stop.”

Jay closed his eyes. He held you tightly against him.

And, finally, he whispered: “You are my primary weakness. And I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

The room was quiet, except for the sharp sound of your hinge that Jay was slowly lowering. With light but firm fingers, it slid along the curve of your back, leaving a liquid shiver wherever it touched you. The green dress fell silent, like an autumn stripped leaf. You, standing in front of him, with only white panties on and a bra, barely shook, but not cold. Of desire. Waiting.

"You're shaking," he whispered, his pupils red like freshly spilled blood. "I'm not cold…" you replied, with a half-smile, short of breath. "You're just too … close." "Not enough." In a flash, he was in front of you. He pushed you slowly onto the bed, with the delicacy of one who is about to worship something sacred… or devour it. He leaned over, slowly kissing your neck, where there were still signs of his jealousy. Then he went further down. His lips reached your breasts. And there, without any haste, he began to torment you with his teeth: small playful bites, then more intense, which made you moan.

"J-Jay … ah -" Your hands clung to his hair, gently pulling them, while your back arched under him. A groan escaped from your lips, too sincere to be restrained. "I hate you…" he whispered, trembling. "No," he answered against your skin, in a hoarse voice, " you adore me. And you like it when I torture you like that…"

Then he just sank one of his canines into the soft edge of your breast. Pinch. A measured bite. And you screamed, but it was a cry broken by pleasure, not pain. "Your blood…" he whispered, as he slowly licked the little trace with his tongue. "It is sweet as poisoned honey. A sentence I want to drink to the end."

His lips descended again. He kissed your belly, then your navel, with slow, adoring movements. You looked at him with shiny eyes, lost in the liquid red of his. And yet you were still smiling, in the way that drove hoo crazy. "Are you going to stop or find out how wet I am -— You didn't finish. He grabbed you forcefully but without violence.

"Open your legs." The tone left no room for doubt. You obeyed, docile, but with a flash of defiance in your eyes. And he looked at you. Your white panties were damp. "So wet for me? So poisonous, yet so innocent. You're a living oxymoron." He slowly lowered the edge of the fabric with his teeth, with the same hypnotic rhythm as a spell. You didn't talk anymore. You were breathing hard. When the panties were on the ground, he lifted up on you, his mouth still moist with your taste.

"You are so beautiful … but without even this veil … you are mine. Perfect. Vulnerable. And ready to be branded." Then you felt the heat of his body on yours. Its length against your bare skin. He wasn't human. It was burning. "You do this to me, you know?" He caressed your hips, with eyes that said everything. "You make me lose my hunger … and at the same time you make me uncontrollable."

His black hair tickled your inner thigh as he moved slowly, his hot, hungry tongue grazing your already swollen, sensitive clit. The contrast between his innate vampire coldness and the scorching heat he made you feel was heavenly torture. Choked moans came out of your lips, one after another, more and more desperate.

"Damn it…" he muttered between licks, his voice hoarse and wounded with desire, "I've never heard any moan like you. You stutter … you cry … like you're made for my touch." Your body trembled, and despite the pleasure that passed through your bones, you frowned and looked at it with a pout. "I don't want to hear about others…" you whispered, almost hurt. "Don't even think about it. He laughed, low and deep, like thunder in a black sky. Without warning you, he pushed two fingers into you with measured, but firm force, tearing a surprised cry from you.

"There are no others. There will never be." His words grew fiercer as he began to move his fingers inside you with hypnotic rhythm. "You are the only one. The only one to make me lose control… the only one I want to protect, tie to me, forever."

You nodded, lost, your mind clouded by increasing pleasure. When I accelerated, pumping harder, you screamed in a choked voice: "I'm going to come…Jay"

He bent over again, his mouth on your skin stretched, and with a light bite — not enough to hurt you, but enough to send you freaking out — pinched your clit between your lips. Your body bowed violently, the discharge of orgasm exploding inside you like a storm, and you screamed his name, trembling. "That's how you do it," he whispered in a dirty voice, as he continued to lick you, savoring every drop of your excitement. "My sweet, dirty girl… my ruin, my obsession. You're perfect…"

Your fingers trembled slightly as you unbuttoned his pants, your heart pounding into his chest as if trying to reach him. The fabric slowly slid down the hips, revealing the noticeable bulge in the dark boxer. You looked at him with a sweet, innocent, almost timid air, Jay squinted, his jaw clenched, as if struggling with something inside himself. Then he nodded quietly. "Take them off." You did it, gently, discovering his taut, imposing erection, the veins pulsing along its entire length and the glans barely pearly with desire. You looked at him with a mixture of amazement and adoration. "You are … magnificent," he whispered, his voice broken.

"As if I was sculpted just for me." A low growl came out of his lips as you stroked him softly, his soft hand drawing light lines on his hard member. He leaned over you, beginning to nibble at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving small marks like promises etched on fine skin. "Stop it…" he growled through his teeth, " or I lose control. I want you. Hour."

He made you open your legs firmly, but with almost surprising care. He took a pillow and placed it under your pelvis to get up better towards him, then stroked your feet, teasing you with a sharp smile. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you inside me, Jay … now. I can't resist anymore." His body moved in a flash, his hips wedged between your wide-open thighs. And with a single, smooth movement, it sank into you. Your voices merged into a long, tense, almost desperate groan.

"You're… you're like that…" you stammered, your hands grasping him hard as you felt his warmth and hardness fill you. "Perfect," he whispered in turn, her forehead leaning against yours. "So tight, so hot … damn it." He began to move, slowly, with deep and measured thrusts. Each movement was a precise dance between torture and bliss, his gaze glued to your face as you moaned without restraint. "Look how you melt for me…" he muttered in a poisonous voice,

"I'm taking you so well that you can't even speak. A good girl so docile beneath me … yet so dirty." He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming stronger, fiercer. Every shot made you jump, every grunt coming out of his chest felt like an explosion held back for too long. "I've been waiting for you for years. Years!"he almost screamed, with a deeper blow that left you breathless. "And now I can't stop. I don't want to stop." "I'm … I'm coming again!" you cried, your legs shaking around his hips, your body trying to hold him in as long as possible. He growled again, his voice full of desire and brutal tenderness: "Then come. Come while I fuck you like you're mine. Because you are."

His thrusts became deeper, more precise, each stroke that sank you shook the pillow under you and made the pleasure explode in your belly. You felt that you were about to fall again, carried away by those hot waves that left you breathless.

"Wait," Jay growled, clutching your side with possessive force. "I want to go with you."

"N-I can't ... Jay... it's too much..." you sobbed, your face wet with pleasure and tears. He lowered his face to your ear, whispering in that low, broken tone that made your every nerve vibrate: "Good girl ... you'll do as I say. Expect. You are my sweet, obedient ruin."

You started crying with pleasure, your throat producing broken moans as it kept hitting you deeper and deeper, each thrust centered right there—on your most sensitive point—as if it knew every corner of your body by heart.

"T-too much... it's too much,..." you stammered, your voice broken, almost pleading. His fingernails scratched his back, looking for a foothold while he held you tight, his forehead leaning against yours.

"You feel it, don't you?" hiss. "My cock, so deep in you... so wet for me. Jesus, you're wrapping me up so well."

Then, between blows, his breathing became more hoarse, irregular. "I will fill you ... I want you full of my sperm... I want it to drip out of you for hours..." That thought blew you up. Your body clasped tightly around him, as if to hold him inside with visceral force, while your voice broke into desperate sobs and babbles. "I'm ... I'm coming!"

"So good... yes, come for me..." And with one last deep, animalistic lunge, Jay moaned your name against your throat and poured into you. You felt every wave of its warm seed fill you, your body shaking above yours, as it gently nibbled at your neck, leaving a sign that smelled of eternal bonding.

"Finally..." he whispered, kissing the small wound he had left you. Then he retreated slowly, with a subdued groan, while your bodies were still looking for each other even if they were now empty. He squeezed you tight, an arm around your naked waist, and kissed your damp hair, your chest still vibrating beneath you. You snuggled against him, his face hidden between his neck and his skin still warm.

"Jay ... I ... I think I love you," you stammered with a thread of voice, the awkward, tender confession, as if you had just handed your heart into his hands. He was silent for a moment, as if your voice had cut him inside. Then he squeezed you even more. "I love you too," he replied, without hesitation. "You are mine. You always have been." A little later he said, easy: "Now sleep. You're safe."

He felt your breath calm against his chest, your body cradled by his, and your arms enveloping him as if you never wanted to leave him. But his eyes remained open. Dark thoughts crept like smoke into his mind.

“They want it. I know. Those humans, those vampires ... anyone. They look at her too much. They want it. But they don't understand that she's mine.“

He watched you as you slept on him, your lips barely ajar, your eyelashes shaking slowly, your skin still shining with the pleasure he had torn from you. You had soft legs open and untidy, and his seed, hot and white, was still slowly dripping from your thighs. A vision that sent blood to his head, again. Yet, in the darkness of the room, with his cold heart beating only for you, a rotten thought took shape. "Take the pill...” He knew. You told her in a light, naive voice, like nothing. And yet, that little information tortured him.

“Every time I come into you... Your body rejects it. It protects you from me. Even now ... as my seed fills you, your body expels it.” He gritted his teeth. He knew. And he hated it.

He swallowed slowly, his gaze glued to that white drop that ran down from your skin. “I want to look at you after every orgasm... and see you drip out of me.”

“I want to see you get up with wet thighs and feel my smell dripping between your legs.”

“I want you to get pregnant. Even if you're not ready. Even if you don't want it. I want to make you mine from the inside.” He smiled, an expression that no human could ever interpret as love. He was hungry. It was delirium.

“Imagine... your belly growing. Inflate. Because inside there is something of mine. You who tremble, fragile, but full. You who can no longer run away from me, because I live in you.” And then, the darkest thought.

“And if even that child was not born... I would fill you again. Again. And again. Until your body understands that it does not have to expel anything. Until you surrender to my seed. Until you become what you are meant to be: mine.”

He squeezed you tight, as if he could prevent you from waking up from his thoughts. And while he kissed your hair and whispered sweetly that he loved you, he was already planning when to make that little white box disappear that every morning saved you from him.

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𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 '𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍'.

ʳᵉᵐᵐᶦᶜᵏ ˣ ᵛᵃᵐᵖꜝʷᶦᶠᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: 𝐘𝐄𝐒 | 𝐍𝐎

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: If being loved by a vampire means carrying eternity within you, what you have with Remmick is incarnate: his poison lives in your flesh, you are blood of his blood, a creature of his making. And because you are a part of him—a fragment that broke free and passed into you, sometimes even a sliver of his ancient soul trapped inside that dead body—everything you feel, he feels, and vice versa. Fleeing the imminent extinction of these lands, you and Remmick seek refuge in each other once more, bound together. Eternally, for he would never let you sever this tie—unless he were dead. Past and future memories knot inside you. Here, now—all blood and teeth—you fuse with your maker, your sacrament, your eternal groom. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: this particular piece was a deeply interesting and special writing experience for me: not only did i get to explore the hivemind concept, but i also played more freely with language and the essence of remmick as a character. so let me make one thing clear: it’s never my intention to distort the film’s canonical portrayal, but rather—through poetic license combined with the possibilities of fanfiction’s universe, PLUS the way i’ve absorbed and interpreted the character—my version of remmick (at least in my fics) might not be as literal as the original script. that said: here we have this scenario with a wife, which i initially imagine takes place before the film’s events, but the specifics of when, how, and where she was transformed are entirely up to your interpretation (before his arrival in the us in 1911? somewhere between the early or late middle ages? the modern era? europe, asia, or africa... let your imagination run wild ;) i’ve also paraphrased/incorporated certain very specific lines and moments from the film. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +16 CONTENT. i think there's a lot of angst here and reader melancholy, so keep that in mind. use of some words in gaelic, i had to resort to good old google, if there is something wrong please tell me. remmik here it's (super) protective, almost toxic; hivemind concept explored, lots of internal dialogue, some gore (explicit description of blood and bruises), vampirism (blood consummation), and a slight sexual innuendo thrown in. 𝐖𝐂: 6k for whoever is going to read it, a great read! <3 likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :)

𝖱𝖤𝖬𝖬𝖨𝖢𝖪 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 | 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳

"turn to me, and love me like you lacerate; just hold me down like i don’t need air." (air, shedfromthebody)

Your skin burned like Hell itself, which was kind of funny to think about: back when you were human, you loved spending your days under the hot sun, lying on the grass in the late afternoon and gazing up at the cloudless sky, where strange shapes would form just for you. You wasted away the days at the lake, naked, floating between water and sunlight, between cold and heat, simply existing.

Now, all you could feel was the searing pain ripping through your skin, sizzling in your ears like meat in a frying pan. Weak, you tried to run, but your legs wouldn’t obey, and your feet tangled with every step across the dry land, scattered with dead corn leaves. The rustle of the leaves irritated you, but what truly drove you mad were the screams echoing from behind, drowning out any coherent thought, merging with the heavy air that entered your lungs that no longer breathed. And that felt like a death sentence: not only the sun was paralyzing you, but also the distorted sounds that confused you, like a wounded animal, utterly disoriented.

You stopped in the middle of the cornfield, glancing around, trying to stay grounded, trying to reconnect the thread of thought between the two of you, searching through the suffocating haze for Remmick’s voice, calling him with panic and urgency, desperate for him to come save you. You looked at your shoulders: raw, scorched, smelling the acrid scent of burnt flesh rising from your own body. You shut your eyes, trying to find him, your voice lethargic: “Remmick… Remmick.”

Your vision began to darken, your body no longer felt like your own—it felt like it was floating, detaching, as if your soul—or what was left of it—was slipping out of you. Just like you’d felt a piece of yourself dying the last time you glimpsed sunlight through your human eyes, maybe ceasing to exist in that land would feel the same. All you had to do was slowly close your eyes, embrace the darkness once again, surrender to the searing fire that would extinguish you—and that would be it. You opened your eyes slowly, staring at the mighty sun before you: scorching, like your mother’s hugs, your grandmother’s kisses. Like Remmick’s grip when you were still human. Your entire body burned, tiny flames piercing through you, tears of blood trickling from your eyes. How long had it been since you felt even remotely human? All you had to do was give in, speak the one name that echoed in your mind, etched into your blood.

Remmick.

In poison and blood, within you. He was you and you were him. Remmick.

‘—Remmick, if you can hear me one last time, know that I—’

“Got you!” his voice came, rough and wounded, behind you. Firm hands grabbed you by the waist, your body partially covered by another, pressed against Remmick’s rigid frame. He whispered against your ear: “You’re safe, mo chroí (mu khree / my heart). Come with me.” He pulled you even tighter against his scorched body, shielding you like a protective shell, guiding you with quick steps into the heart of the cornfield. In the distance, the furious screams of some villagers echoed behind you. But despite the world turning into hell around you and everything seeming like the end, you felt safe in his arms.

Remmick looked back, staggering, using his sharp senses to search for any possible escape for the two of you. His left eye was swollen from the punch he took, combined with the sun’s deadly effect, and even with limited vision, he managed to find a way out from the horde chasing you.

You couldn’t stay upright. The sun’s weakness made it feel like your bones were nothing but dust beneath your scorched flesh. Tears of blood stung your eyes and soul, or whatever was trapped inside that immortal body, sharing a collective mind with Remmick and so many others before you. It longed desperately to escape this life and finally rest. But Remmick wouldn’t let that happen—oh no, let the pagan gods or the Christian God himself punish him with the harshest tortures if he did. You could feel that wrathful pain mixed with ancient rage flowing from him, harshly projected in flames and poisonous blood from him to you, as he nearly threw himself on top of you like a (scorched) leather jacket just to protect you. Madness. The voices grew longer, more indistinct, the hateful chorus fading, as Remmick, with his one good eye, searched for shelter.

Then, as if by magic, fate, or just the luck of some devil who still wanted to see you both wander through God's vast lands, there it was—a house beyond the edge of the cornfield. The perfect shelter. ‘Living food, darkness... —Remmick, don’t get your hopes up.—’ you thought back, replying to your creator’s voice with a sarcasm that didn’t quite match the moment. As always, he laughed—loudly, though the laugh came with dry, desperate gasps. He laughed. Even all fucked up, more than you, sizzling in pain and crying in despair to stay alive, he still found humor in his own misery.

“You’re getting real cheeky, huh, my little thing?”

“You’re the one who taught me to be like this, Remmy,” you managed to say, despite the bitter taste of blood rising in your throat—extremely unpleasant when it was your own blood boiling inside you. Remmick glanced over his shoulder, noticing for now that you were safe. He looked forward again, at what seemed like a mirage of a desolate wooden shack, dark, with the door and windows shut. It looked uninhabited to you. ‘—Love, don’t be so hopeless. Of course, there’ll be someone in there to be dinner. Or rather, lunch, given the time.—’ his voice cut through again, tugging you sideways, his hot and battered hand grabbing your forearm, where deep layers of your dermis were starting to show, making you let out a faint whimper. Remmick gave you an almost hurt look, immediately releasing his grip.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine. What’s a squeeze compared to almost melting under the sun, right?”

“You’re something else...” he muttered in disbelief, though his voice was laced with distress and anguish—a soft hint of the pain he was enduring. —If he died, you’d go with him by extension, in the worst possible way.— That was what was running through his disturbed mind, making you wonder whether you’d ever have a happy ending under those conditions. Remmick quickened his pace, and you followed beside him, feeling like the path to the house was more of a road to Hell than a material refuge. You were starting to believe it was a mirage and the Devil was waiting on the other side to welcome you both into his lap. ‘—Pathetic, darling. Pathetic.—’ ‘—Just like you, sweetheart.—’

Remmick ignored your retort, dragging himself up the steps, changing his expression as he began to shout for help. A wounded animal, fatally injured, a hoarse rasp clawing out of his throat, begging for help, pounding on the door with force. The sun’s haze was poisoning him—and therefore you—draining what little strength was left, forcing your bodies to absorb the foul smell of rotting flesh; even if your lungs didn’t breathe, they still had the cursed privilege of smelling. And even as supernatural beings, defying all human logic, you were still condemned to be inside those fragile bodies, exhaling the scent of flesh, blood, bone, thick saliva, venom, and a unique perfume your walking corpses carried. Not decay, but something more… floral? And that specific scent, like night-blooming jasmine in a graveyard or a dried rose in your garden, grew stronger as the mortal flesh imprisoning your immortal soul deteriorated.

Remmick kept pounding on the door and maybe—just maybe—with a little more effort, he’d become the first vampire to break the universal law by forcing his way in without being invited. He looked at you, distressed, his expression one of real pain. You pulled away from him, walking to a window layered in thick dust, wiping it with your palm. The cold, gritty surface scratched your sensitive skin even more. You peered inside and confirmed: ‘—There’s no one. It’s empty.—’ Remmick looked at you, almost dumbfounded, hearing your inner voice. He turned to the door, where simply twisting the doorknob opened it. The air inside was cold and stagnant, dust and mold, old wood and moth-eaten fabric, with an unwelcoming scent—but still, it carried that unmistakable smell of an uninhabited place. No human warmth or familiar energy.

Remmick was so relieved he dropped to his knees, like a devout soul who, tired of resisting sin, finally accepts divine punishment in good faith—arms open, body surrendering as he let himself fall into the house. You stood beside him, watching with a mixture of mercy for the poor wretch who was suffering, and with that sharp pain—hating, in a way, to share with him the memory and the collective sense of it all, because his pain was also yours.

Remmick crawled inside. You followed him, on your feet—weak, but standing. You looked one last time outside, toward the distance beyond the cornfield, where, by some divine mercy, those who had hunted you seemed to have gone. Just above, the burning afternoon sun pulsed like a condemning god, seated upon his sky-blue throne, mercilessly casting down his punishments upon you, poor wicked creatures.

You shut the door with a long groan, echoing the moan of the vampire now lying delicately at your feet—a strange sound between a whimper and the whine of a frightened dog. His hands were stretched above his head, face pressed to the floor, writhing from side to side, somewhere between fragile and furious at being forced into such a wretched state.

Through your mind, you could feel him tearing:

‘—These monsters will pay. As soon as the sun sets, I’ll hunt them one by one, haunt them in their homes, show them my wrath and my cruelty. Blood, blood… blood.—’

Your mind was now lapsing into a time far older than you, to a moment when Remmick’s humanity had been broken by the vampire’s curse—when the strangers came and took his land, his name, his faith. His prayers were converted, and all he saw before him were silver crosses and plaster Jesuses while he was taught the Lord’s Prayer. All of it disturbed you deeply. He clung so tightly to his roots that it made you feel everything: the fire of the scorched land, the spilled blood, the faithful ones he later killed one by one, the lands devastated by plague and by gold.

You closed your eyes, trying to impose your memories over his—to interrupt the bond that was bigger than either of you. You tried to think of blooming gardens bathed in sunlight, lazy afternoons of picnics and reading under trees, nights of endless dancing and joy.

Remmick stopped thrashing. His shoulders stilled, and his whimpers faded as he was slowly filled with his own memories, gradually regaining his strength and sobriety. He propped himself up on his arms—once feeble and lethargic, with bones eroded and flesh still scorched by burns—then raised himself and looked at you, a crooked smile forming on his lips:

“You’re always taking care of me, a aingeal.” (ah ang-yal | my angel).

“I was just trying to make you stop with those nightmares disguised as memories. I’m aching all over.” Your voice was somewhat harsh, despite your weakness, as you leaned your body against the wall, between the door and the window, where dust managed to dimly filter the sunlight. You were safe from the condemnation of the light.

Remmick rested his head. A look of sadness, lit by the darkness in his pupils, stirred something in your heart that no longer beat.

“I can’t let go of who I once was… even after all these years, there are pains that scar between our flesh and our soul, binding us to them forever…”

“I know. I know—” you smiled, somewhere between honesty and levity, trying to stay upright, feeling your body pulse and bleed, crying for healing. Remmick was in considerably better shape than you, even in his sorry state—his cotton shirt filthy with mud and dust, torn and bloodied from burned flesh; his pants tattered, shoes worn through, one bruised eye set into cadaverous skin with a polished hunger. He was enduring. The dark gifts made him far stronger than you. “—I’m just not in the best condition to relive those pains with you, not when mine are a little too real right now.”

Remmick nodded, drinking in your words, staring at you with glowing, coppery-red eyes—dim yet luminous—finally seeing your pain. His face twisted with worry and a flicker of anger as he staggered closer:

“Mo ghrá geal” (muh grah gyahl | my bright love), “they really hurt you, didn’t they…”

Then, Remmick recalled the grim scene when one of the townsfolk had found your hiding place—a house just as old and decrepit as the one you now sheltered in. The two of you were lying there together, side by side, entwined like tragic lovers, waiting for death—and maybe that had been part of the attraction, for just a few more seconds in that eternal rest, and you would have had a truly tragic end. Remmick remembered the moment the light from a blocked-out window was smashed through and the burn that followed. He opened his eyes instantly. You were still locked in your unshakable sleep when they grabbed you by the arms. He had fought men wielding torches and harvest tools. Then you saw it through his eyes: your body being pulled away—a blur. And you felt his fear and desolation as he fought off the frantic villagers to try and save you.

Then the man’s voice rang out again, clear and strong, a wounded hand touching your face with surprising gentleness:

“We almost didn’t make it out of there… If it had been closer to sunset, not a single one of those bastards would’ve made it—”

“Remmick.” His name traced your lips and tongue, thorny like the man himself. “They’re not to blame for acting the way they do—just like we, flawed murderous animals, once acted. They too have the right to want to destroy us. Wasn’t it you who taught me that human truth? That’s how we lived before we perished. That’s how we’ll go on existing, as long as we do.”

“Existing.” He clicked his tongue, and a sudden shadow passed through his eyes. For a second, his mind grew too clouded for you to read, to hear—but the visceral rage boiling in his venomous blood, oh, that you felt, bitter as it burned your dry throat. Dryness began to crack your lips. It weakened your warm body even more and made you feel the dark delusions start to crawl through the corners of your mind; that’s what happened when you weren’t fed—no matter how exceptional your self-control was, and even if you could resist without the human liquor for days, when you were in that state of true death, your body nearly collapsed.

Remmick dragged his pitiful, suffering gaze across your face. Around your minds, words in ancient Gaelic spun like ancestral chants—he was thinking about something beyond you.

His hand slid up to your face, grabbing your hair from behind, gripping it as he gently pulled it back, exposing the soft, burned, but still velvety skin of your neck. The cradle of your sacred blood—from where he had once drawn your human warmth into himself and given you, in return, the venom that turned you into him. And even though your heart no longer beat as before, when he first heard it, and your blood wasn’t warm enough to quench his thirst anymore, it was the vampire’s opium.

Remmick always thought of that comparison when he grazed his fangs lightly against your skin before penetrating it to anesthetize himself in your ecstasy:

‘—Your blood was sweet and warm when your heart throbbed between your ribs. But now, with my lymph and the poison of my being, it tastes better—bittersweet, undead. Our blood.—’

It made you moan and whimper.

Your hands pressed against his chest, palms open, trying to push him away from you:

“Remmy, are you sure about this?” you looked at him uncertainly, trying to find in him the assurance for the act.

Remmick didn’t answer you with words—not the kind spoken aloud:

“As weak as we are, there’s no one here, my love. Either we drink from each other, or we die like strays in this godforsaken place. Feed on my blood before you cease to exist…”

It wasn’t a request anymore by the time he was already pulling you closer to expose your neck, pressing his rough lips and sharp teeth against you, piercing the skin like needles.

Remmick held onto this belief that he didn’t need to ask much of you, because as you were one mind, everything he wanted was what you desired too.

Your eyes closed as you felt your flesh torn by his fangs—hard against your skin, like a stiff piece of leather being pierced by a sharp knife—until it reached where the blood, crawling weakly through your body, began to emerge in thick sobs, filling his mouth with your syrupy, bloody liquor. You were consumed by the burning and the sensation of ecstasy the act gave you, your body floating in the hands of the man who groaned with primal pleasure at being nourished by your life source.

Remmick also held the belief that since you carried his seed—that divine-profane gift of eternal life within your blood—through the consummation of acts and the laws of an ancient soul, you were part of a whole that pulsed with life. His life, yours, and those who would come after you both, all connected through that cursed and blood-stained lineage.

You squirmed restlessly in his hands. His claws were already out, tangled in your hair, scratching your waist as he held you as close as possible, bound to his pleading kiss.

Remmick whispered to you in thought:

“Mine, mine, mo mhianta (muh vee-an-tah / my desire), my life, my blood…”

—like a prayer, a rosary he recited bead by bead, his body burning as he inevitably felt his venom enter you.

“Remmick—” your voice was pure wine of death, your nose the iron scent of flesh, your mind a stupor of souls that preceded you, strange voices you had learned empirically, faintly recalling the vampire Remmick who crushed you between teeth and acid; “—I think that’s enough, my love.”

Remmick let out an exasperated groan that vibrated against your mark, sucked a final portion of blood vigorously, licked the flesh slowly, then rose, revealing his face intact and free of wounds, his chin smeared with your crimson iron honey, eyes shimmering like copper pearls between iron and bloodlust. He smiled at you—there was heavy panting from paused lungs, a fresh breath, an almost spiritual renewal of his being.

“You are so delicious, blood of my blood, that it’s impossible not to want to drain your last blessed drop.”

He laughed—cursed and amused—raising his wrist to his own lips, biting it as if biting a pomegranate that exploded between his teeth, flesh and juice dripping at the corners of his mouth already stained with your blood; he extended his open wrist to you like bread to the dying, an offering to his god, waiting with generous eyes burning in the insane passion of his soul for yours.

His mouth salivated with the yearning to take it for himself, to drink from that wine that intoxicated you once and every time you drank it—in nights of lust where you feasted on the delights of the flesh, it intoxicated you.

There were sparks in your chest that burned from Remmick’s venom in your body, making you remember when he took you for himself, forever; Remmick appeared like a chorus behind you, chasing you through the darkness of forests and ancient buildings, ruins of nights wandering without meaning, inviting you to let him enter you repeatedly, giving him what he wanted, feeding the beast with your youthful joy, the beating heart—that which he had lost centuries ago, perhaps millennia. Life.

And once, proving that his love for blood and pain was greater than all lust or pleasure given to you, he offered you his ultimate love: he penetrated you with teeth and curses, buried memories imposed on you, suffocating you, watching you die before him, rot like a flower once beautiful and vibrant, now dry and hardened. Watching you rise with bright eyes and his bestial thirst, laughing and dancing with him, celebrating your new self. Or was it a piece of him, while you were trapped between so many layers of the one who created you?

And yet there you were, looking at him with veneration and anguish, taking his wrist with your misshapen fingers, claws that extended in excessive knots, placing your mouth against the torn hole that poured that offering of his flesh.

Oh, Remmick had your flavor too.

Sweet death he exhaled, primal sex and poisoned wine.

Feeding you slowly, bringing through that damned mortal sap your salvation.

You felt yourself revive, whining softly against his wrist, looking with complicity as Remmick watched you with the pleasure of pleasures on his face: parted lips, arched brows, eyes sparkling with desire and ardor. You smiled back, returning that passion, a hiss escaping from his mouth, pleasure bending between the memories shared through blood. His mouth detached from the bite’s embrace, a dull snap of flesh pulling away, the vampire’s blood dripping in sticky, thick drops like a whip on the wooden floor, a small pool of that iron blood separating you both.

He tilted his head back, satisfied, with a jubilation of pearl-ruby teeth, saying full of himself:

“Now we’re better!” He laughed between his teeth, while you felt his blood slide through you, healing the stigmata on your skin, slowly and pleasurably renewing you—him crawling between your bones and flesh, burrowing deeper into you as he pierced you with those eyes.

Remmick drew closer, your hands returned to normal, fingers caressing your now-soft skin, leaning down to kiss your lips with the sweetness of his honey staining them crimson, whispering through your mind:

‘—All we need now is rest, and once night falls, we can celebrate this moment together.—’

Eternal promises. As always, typical of him.

You welcomed him with open lips, tongue caressing his, you and he merging—blood and saliva, venom and the growls from the depths of your thirsty throats, your hands tangling into each other, desperate grips of bodies that loved each other through finite eternity.

…

In your dreams — or in that cathartic state of complete darkness of rest — all you had in your mind were the outlines of dreams of humans who had wandered through the eternities beside Remmick. You were a peasant in Irish lands, an English priest with golden teeth, a mathematician in Arabia, a physician from Prussian soil, a single mother prostituting herself in the streets of Whitechapel; everything and everyone. You were a pagan elder turned faithful parish priest. A hopeful young woman turned the vilest of executioners. Everything and everyone — and him.

Him.

Emerging in red, blue, purple, and black, from the shadows, blood dripping from his chin, stealing souls and stories like a devoted collector, a historian digging through pages and pages for what might fill his own gaps. Remmick pulled you by the hand like a savior — or a beast. That blurred in the shadows and forms, as he brought you into the light.

The light of consciousness, of being awake, of knowing night had finally fallen and you could once again wander among humans.

You opened your eyes with a sharp blink, seeing through a timid penumbra lit by a single candle — who knows where the hell Remmick had found it — exhaling, while he gently caressed your face, the tip of his finger tapping lightly against your nose, a serenity on his face that, under the warm golden light, almost seemed human. You smiled, rubbed your eyes, and let out a vocal exhale — a human habit you’d kept not to feel so detached from your nature — wetted your lips, surprised by the nudity of the man sitting at your side on that old bed, hard mattress, rickety frame that had served perfectly for your rest.

At the window, beyond the drawn curtain, a few wooden planks nailed to keep sunlight out were now opened, allowing the pale-silver glow of a Full Moon to shine on you. Between the bluish-gray mingling with the candle’s yellow-red, his slender and muscular body — shaped by the years when he was just a man of the land, using his bare strength — stood naturally before you.

His face, smiling at you tenderly, was damp, drops of water clinging to his nose, ears, and chin. A scent of dried flowers and soap wafted from his pale skin. His voice was soft:

“Come with me, a aingeal,” (ah ang-yal | my angel), “let’s take a bath to wash off this infernal day.”

Laughter spilled from both your mouths — irony mixed with ease — as his hand gently pulled you up, guiding you barefoot across the wooden floor, echoing down a narrow hallway toward what must have been the bathroom. Remmick nodded toward the wooden bathtub. Beside it, atop a chair, several candles were stuck upright with their own melted wax, casting a flickering light beside the moonlight that poured silver through the window.

“I cleaned it a bit before using, fetched some water from the well, and luckily found some flowers and a dried-up bar of soap lying around. Seems like the people who lived here left in a hurry — there’s still canned food and clothes in some closets. Let me help you!”

He placed the candle on the chair and undressed you, slipping off your dress and tossing it aside, smiling at your nudity, placing his hands at your waist as if admiring a statue sculpted by his own hands — a creation of his creation.

“Sit down. I’ll bathe you...” he said in a velvet tone, guiding your body into the cold water, which wrapped around your skin as he began to rub it with water, fragrant flower petals, and diluted soap.

And there you sat, still, watching him care for you — though you knew well what he was thinking.

‘—The hunt, the revenge against those who inflicted pain on us and—’

“Remmy…”

Your hand found his, pulling him from the depths of his thoughts, gripping the hand that tended to you, “...stop, at least for now. Just think of something else.”

“What else could I possibly think about?”

“In other things, I don’t know, think about music, about dance, about me...”

“I don’t need to think about those things because they’re already in me, darling. It’s almost a pleonasm, as that old professor we ate once said, remember?”

“The one we ate? What an absurd thing to say!”

“Sweetheart, seriously?” Remmick tilted his head to the side, a mischievous little smile playing on his lips. He stopped rubbing the dried blood off his neck to look at you with cynicism. “You, of all people, who loves sinking your teeth into those juicy necks that show up for us!? You, blood of my blood, my own creation, poison of my poison who...” he paused, narrowing his eyes, his voice coming out in a thin whisper, “loves sinking those pretty little teeth of yours into the most unusual places!?”

A daring finger touched your lips, slipping between them, lightly scraping your canine with its nail. You stared at him calmly, studying him in that unashamed nakedness, amused by you. Rolling your eyes, you pushed his hand away from your mouth.

“Pathetic. That’s what you are sometimes.”

“I love you too, my darlin’.” He chuckled through his teeth, returning to wiping the bloodstain from his skin, focusing on the act. Even in that silence made of voices loudly spoken, your minds were speaking through images, memories flowing back and forth in a stream of consciousness, undulating like the water that surrounded your body, tracing that eternal conversation you both had. Deep down you knew he wanted to go out hunting, to get drunk on fresh human blood, and then return to this shelter, take you in his arms and possess you in the most animalistic way possible. But on your end, you still felt his venom lingering through your body, the blood that had served as both nourishment and healing still casting a haze over your senses. Ancient blood from someone who had lived so long it carried stigmas. Strong, dense, defiled, concentrated.

Remmick finished scrubbing you, stood up from your side, and left the room, staying outside for a few minutes, leaving you immersed in the water and the moonlight. Thinking. For a moment, your mind seemed to detach from his, floating through the corridors of your own being—you saw yourself among humans, walking barefoot, feeling that burning thirst in your throat, the bile of anger tormenting you even as your melancholy made you ethereal; sucking foreign blood, capturing life stories for yourself. Remmick reached out a hand to you—a claw—with the ghastly smile of all the dead, always whispering to you: “Mo mhianta” (muh vee-an-tah / my desire), in your mother tongue. Remmick… Remmick. The one who created you and now was you too, part of your desires, part of your life, part of your soul. Would you ever be able to break away from that guiding thread? From the one who offered you both death and life? Would you be able to disconnect and be just… you?

Remmick emerged from the darkness of the house, carrying a bundle of clothes in his hands, wearing a pair of soft-fabric pants, his torso still bare. He smiled with those secrets he could hide from you between his lips:

“No, I believe that if one day you no longer belong to me, I’ll probably be dead.”

“Reading my thoughts again?”

The question was practically rhetorical, laced with a certain bitterness you couldn’t hold back. Standing before you, the vampire handed you the clothes.

“I am them. Even when you try to escape through the corners of your thoughts, I’m there.” Remmick smiled, sharp teeth glinting, a suggestion shining in his eyes like a beast ready to kill.

“Come on, love, the night is a child crying to be fed.”

“Smartass,” you hissed through your teeth, rolling your eyes. When you rose from the bathtub, your eyes suddenly caught sight of two figures approaching in the distance. Remmick didn’t even need to be warned—he was already spying from the corner of the window, his thoughts starting to hiss like a rabid wolf growling, thirsty for blood and slaughter. He turned his face toward you, a sharp smile while his eyes tiled the blood of the defeated. His tongue was a blade between needle-sharp teeth:

“We shall have a special feast, my love!”

…

The house was dark.

Its scent was of dust and stagnant wood, dry and moldy. In the background, you could catch the smell of melted wax. No noise. When that couple stepped into the house, shotguns in hand, eyes wide with fear, all they wanted was to play heroes for the little town—hunt the monsters that had been parasitizing the area and receive applause for their brave deeds. Fueled by fear and pride, they wanted to hold in their hands the heads of those two who had earlier been hunted and, for some reason, had disappeared; and there they were, in that shack abandoned for weeks—maybe months—eyeing each other with unease.

The woman said, glancing around the first room, a lantern serving as a flashlight:

“I don’t think it was a good idea to come here at night…”

“Nonsense, woman—we’ll catch those monsters before they go messing around with anyone else,” the man shrugged, walking toward the hallway, the woman right behind him—until she heard a little noise beside her, at the open door.

The man kept walking, oblivious to his wife, heading toward the back of the house, finding a side room with its door ajar—he pushed it open the rest of the way with the barrel of the shotgun, the wooden door creaking slowly, revealing a bed.

And a woman lying on it, back turned. Naked.

A shiver ran down his spine, his breath grew heavy, heart pounding against his ribs, and beyond all that, a wicked voice called him to approach her—that nest of lust and desire. Ignoring his partner, he let curiosity and depravity take over. He lowered his weapon, step by step, now close to the woman’s body, his hand trembling as it reached toward her, while the other held the lantern swaying noisily at his side, its yellow light flickering across the sleeping body.

“Have mercy on me!”

A high-pitched scream came from deeper in the house. The man startled and turned, dropping the lantern to the floor, where it shattered and sparked into flames. He raised his weapon again, spinning around—only to find a man behind him.

Eyes glowing with an inhuman red glint.

A macabre grin stained with blood painted his chin, his neck, his bare chest.

A rustle behind him made his knees weaken with fear; a cold gust of air fed the fire now licking at the wooden floor. He looked over his shoulder and saw you awake—eyes just as luminous as the monster in front of him, thick saliva dripping from your chin.

As he tried to scream, a hand clamped over his mouth—metallic blood flooded his tongue.

A tear welled up in his eye.

The vampire’s voice in front of him rasped out, bestial and raw:

“Shhhh… Shhhh… Don’t cry now. Didn’t your mother teach you it’s wrong to mess with someone else’s woman?”

And he laughed—demonic—gripping the man’s throat, nearly choking him, as you remained behind, salivating for the living blood pulsing through his arteries. Remmick looked at you from the side, tilting his head, his voice undulating between the three of you like a serpent shaking its venom:

“Darling, your wife was delicious! I hope you taste just as good for my wife!”

The man screamed with all the air in his lungs, while Remmick offered him up like an animal for ritual slaughter—offering him to you. And you took him from behind, draining him with the ease of mortality—no pity, no hesitation.

Remmick watched you with affection and admiration, something growing inside him with the euphoric pleasure of a successful hunt. When you finished draining the man, his corpse now at your feet, he held out his hand to you.

You took it, letting him lead you out of that room to the front of the house, where the open door allowed the silvery light to touch your naked body, your face covered in scarlet—just like his. Remmick cupped your face in his hands, looking at you with his soul reflected in your eyes:

“My girl, how do you feel?”

“Perfect. Just a little… overwhelmed. I think it’s the thrill of the hunt.”

“Good—” he murmured, leaning in to capture your lips in a wet, filthy kiss—saliva and blood, soft tongue brushing pearly teeth. When he pulled away, a string of bloody spit still connected your mouths.

“—'Cause now, you’ll let me take care of you, darlin’. The way you deserve.”

You felt him penetrate you through the soul, his hands pulling you close into the kiss of the dead upon your lips, speaking to you through your minds:

‘—Let me take care of you, darling, let me take care of you, let me show you how good I can be for you…—’

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: maybe it deviated a little from the initial concept of the request (idk), but this one was by far one of the fanfics with Remmy that i enjoyed writing the most, it's side-by-side with my fanfic involving priests, religion, Christian guilt, vampirism, remmick and other little things…

#[★] zstartrixxx #remmick x reader #remmick x you #remmick fanfic #remmick sinners #remmick #[⋆♱⋆] zstar fanfics #jack o'connell fanfic #remmick × you #remmick × reader #[R] zstar fanfic request #[🦇] zstar jack o'connell #Spotify

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Cold Hands, Warm Heart | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: vampire!Yunho x afab!reader

Genre: modern fantasy, romance, angst, smut (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 10,2k

Summary: Your boyfriend disappeared, your family disowned you and your lost your job, all in a few months, you were in the deep end, what if a promise of money and good life turned everything upside down?

Content Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of food, drinking alcohol, feeding from humans, major (?) character death, murder, kidnapping (if you squint)

Smut warning: sweet kinda lazy love making in the morning, oral (reader receiving), fingering, PIV, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, big dick Yunho, sweet talker Yunho,

⚠️ English is not my first language, so sorry in advance if there’s any mistakes

The smell of food was all over your tiny apartment, the discarded packaging of takeout spread on your ground, on top of your table, on your sink. To say you were miserable was un understatement.

Everything bad seemed to happen to you in the past months and you couldn’t seem to recover from it. You lost your dream job you worked years of your life to get just because of rumours one of your coworkers started, you family stopped talking to you because to them you were a failure, and to top it all your two-years boyfriend just vanished into thin air, no goodbyes, no closure, just disappeared.

You were spread on the sofa, just contemplating what your life had turned in a matter of months when you noticed someone entering your apartment.

“Jesus, yn! How are you living in this mess?” it was your best friend, Carmen, who happened to have a spare key. She struggled to walk over the boxes and bags spread over the ground. “Honestly, yn, are you still gonna be like this? You need to react, babes”

“I have no will to live, anymore” you stated as if you were saying 2+2=4. “Sometimes I wish a vampire would suck the life out of me” you sighed.

Vampires and humans have been living in peace for years now, each one in their own lanes. Humans wouldn’t hunt vampires if vampires wouldn’t hunt humans, it was a win-win. It was rare the occasions where the peace trade was broken, if so, a fee would have to be paid and one of theirs or one of ours would be sacrificed. As crazy as it sounds, the waiting list of people wanting to be sacrificed to vampires is long.

“You’re too dramatic sometimes” she rolled her eyes. “Get your ass up that smelly sofa, let’s clean this mess”

“I don’t want to” you mewled as she pulled you up. “I’m good like this”

“You can lie as much as you want, babes, but look at yourself and this trash of a place, you’re miserable” she accused.

And she wasn’t lying, yet it was easier to let yourself drown in your sorrows than accept defeat and try to move on.

With a little convincing and a lot more threats from Carmen you finally got up from your spot on the sofa, a bent where you were laying for days now. She helped you clean your apartment, throwing the trash away, sweeping the dust, wiping the ground with a delicious smell you couldn’t recognize but you admitted that smelled much better than old takeout food. You took a long warm shower and even did your skin care, always with the attentive eyes of your friend watching everything to make sure you were doing it.

Within hours your apartment felt like a whole new place and you felt like a new person. Everything was so clean and smelled so nice, you were clean and put together, clean clothes that weren’t the same pajamas you’ve been wearing for the past weeks.

“Look at you” she grabbed you by your shoulders and made you give a full turn. “A new person is born today” you managed to giggle softly, the first time in months. “So I’m actually here because I have a proposal for you” you tilted your head, one eyebrow raised in confusion and curiosity. She guided you to sit back on the sofa, hands holding yours, her suspense making you nervous. “I have a way for you to get money”.

“It’s nothing illegal, is it?” you asked, skeptical of the way he was talking about it. She chuckled.

“No, it’s not” you exhaled deeply. “But it’s not the most legal either” you tilted your eyebrow at her, how something was legal and illegal at the same time? “You see, I have this friend who happens to be a vampire and he proposed to me to be his blood bag”

“His what?” you asked in disbelief.

“His blood bag, he’ll feed from me from time to time and in exchange he’ll pay me, not only that, he’ll take care of my health, making sure I’m healthy enough for him to feed from me. He’ll also pay some expenses for me, like groceries” you were in shock, no words left your mouth. “I know it’s a lot to take but it’s an easy way to get money besides my job, that you know that it barely cover my rent”

“But-but… this is against the peace trade, Carmen!”

“Well, technically it’s not,” she explained, “you see, we are both benefiting from the trade, we are both consenting adults, and we are both consenting to do this. He’s not harming me in any way”

“Besides the fact he’s taking liters of blood out of your body” you stated incredulously.

“The blood regenerates, see this as a blood donation” she shrugged. “To be very honest, I’d never make that amount of money working full time in any job and it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought”

“You already did?”

“Yes” she showed you the healed scars on her forearm, the two dots barely visible on her skin. “There is a filthy rich guy looking for a donor, it’s up to you if you want to” you opened your mouth to speak but she cut you before you could do it. “Because I know you are very displeased with your job loss and won’t look for a job so soon, but don’t forget that money ends if you’re not earning any, and with the amount of takeout you are wasting I doubt there’s much left” you sighed, she was right. “Just… think about it, okay? It’s easy cash”

You nodded and she left your apartment, leaving you alone with your own thoughts on your empty apartment. You decided to go for a walk since you were dressed up, wanting to put your thoughts in place.

Near your place there was a beautiful park where you used to go for dates with your ex-boyfriend. The place was always full of life, the trees seemed to dance a beautiful waltz with the wind as the guide, the green of the grass always so lively with dogs and kids running around. You remember making plans with him of one day having your own kids running around that same park. “Let’s try with a dog first” he would say, he has always been scared of taking things too fast.

You walked slowly watching as life unfolded around you, the world still spinning while your life seemed to have stilled in place, stuck. As you walked you had the feeling of being followed but everyone around you appeared to be involved in their own lives and no one looked to be following you. You shook the feeling away and decided to grab an ice cream from the ice cream man that you used to always get with the man you once loved.

The dessert didn’t taste as you remembered but maybe the taste you remembered was laced with memories of you two together, happy, fulfilled, surrounded by your laughs and jokes.

Your mind was flooded with memories and what your friend had told you. It was a taunting proposal. Easy money for the expanse of a few liters of your blood. But something inside you still held you, made you guess if that was the right choice, the right thing to do. Sure, nobody besides you, the vampire and Carmen would know you were doing this yet the fear of being caught made you nervous.

After a while contemplating your options and what you would do, you decided to go back home.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

The night was cold, the wind blew violently as you walked beside your friend and her vampire sponsor, who you learned was called Wooyoung. The coat you were using didn’t seem to keep you from shivering, but you couldn’t figure if it was from fear, anticipation or cold. The man with you guided through the night to an unknown part of the town that seemed asleep. Everything was dark and the houses looked like they were empty, no lives within, no lights on.

He took a turn left to a dark alley and you wondered if he wasn’t taking you to an ambush, but according to Carmen she already has been to this place. Wooyoung led you to an old decayed bar. The exterior of it didn’t do much to ease your nerves. When you entered the place it was empty except for a single man that stood in the farthest corner of the place.

The three of you walked to the man that looked more like a wardrobe than an actual human of how big he was. Carmen showed her bite marks to the man that nodded once and let her walk past him.

“She’s a newcomer, Angus, it’s her first time today” Wooyoung intercepted. “She’s going to meet Marcus”

“Oh so you’ll be Marcus lucky blood bag?” The man spoke, a smirk playing on his lips. “That man pays his donors very well, you’re a lucky one” you just smiled, not really sure how to react or to respond.

The man let you pass through him and go down a staircase. Each step you took closer to where the real thing was happening, the more your heart hammered in your chest. You were doing this, you were really doing this. Half of you were afraid, scared, however, the other half was a little excited, anticipating what was about to come.

The place looked like a bar, the lights were turned off except for a few red and purple neon lights that illuminate certain spots. There were people scattered around everywhere, some of them dressed as if they came out of a movie, others dressed casually, others dressed to impress, to show off their wealth, their bodies and their companions. It looked like a normal bar except for the fact it was full of vampires.

You never have interacted with them before, not that you knew of, they lived among humans blended very well, their fangs hidden, their identities hidden most of the time.

When you took the last few steps everyone seemed to be looking at you. Not just seemed, they were looking, staring at you with no shame. You saw some of the vampires luck their lips and a shiver of fear ran down your spine. Where were you putting yourself into?

“Don’t worry, it’s just that you’re a new smell” Wooyoung whispered into your ears and grabbed both yours and Carmen’s hands into his. “Let’s search for Marcus, he’s prob-“

“Yunho?” You cut the man mid sentence when you saw him.

You thought your eyes were deceiving you but when he turned and his eyes locked with yours, you knew it was him. He was there. You didn’t know how to react, what to think. The man you loved was there, standing meters away from you after months of disappearing.

You couldn’t control your own movements, your feet moving faster than your mind could think. Or stop them. You stood in front of him and without thinking slapped him in the face.

“I deserved that” he said, hand massaging his jaw.

“How dare you disappear from my life like that? Without an explanation?” You screamed at him, tears starting to form at the bottom of your eyes. “Do you know how much I suffered? How much I’ve cried because of you? I thought you were dead!”

“But I am” he shrugged. “Well technically I am dead, but I’m alive as well” he sighed. “What I’m trying to say is that I couldn’t reach to you because someone turned me into a vampire and I didn’t know how to react, this whole thing is so new to me” he held your arms but you pushed him away. “I was afraid how you’d react, that you’d see me differently”

“Well, news flash, what you did made me see you way worse than if you just told me the truth” you were now crying, not worrying of who was seeing you or where you were.

Yunho wanted to hug you, to bring you close to his body like he used to do when you cried to him. But he just stood there and watched you. Defeated. He knew he did you wrong but he was too afraid to scare you with the new him that he didn’t think he would hurt you by leaving you behind. He was selfish, he knew that, but what was done was done.

You felt a presence by your side and a hand circled your shoulders. You looked to the side to find a tall handsome middle-age man. He held a winning smile, as if he knew the world was his. Your ex boyfriend bowed deeply at him.

“Everything is fine, princess?” his voice was deep, sensual, velvety, it hugged you in the air. You nodded. “I hope I won’t have to punish you for making my new toy cry, Yunho” toy. You shivered at the way he called you. What an introduction to your sponsor.

“I don’t think so, sir. I’m sorry” Yunho bowed deeply again, gave you one last look, one you couldn’t decipher, and left.

The man held your chin with the tip of his fingers and turned you to look at him, his red eyes watching you.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private, huh? So we can discuss our contract” you just nodded, his aura overwhelming you.

He guided you to the back of the bar where there were many booths that you assumed were for VIPs or feeding. A loud moan came from one of the booths, startling you. The man left a chuckle from your reaction and you felt your cheeks get hot. You were suddenly too aware of where you were, with who you were. You started to feel nervous all over again, your legs becoming weaker, your palms sweating and your heart thudding your chest making you alert of the fact you were, indeed, alive and with five liters of blood pumping through your veins in the middle of a bar with a bunch of hungry vampires.

The booth was silent, a silent hum of the outside music being heard faintly in the background. Two big red purple velvet sofas displayed in the place, one in front of the other. The light was the same as the main bar, turned off except for some neon red lights across the ground and the ceiling. The small coffee table in between the sofas had two cups of what you assumed were champagne.

The man guided you to sit on the biggest one of the sofas and handed you one of the cups. Even with your mind screaming for you not to accept a drink from a stranger, you took a sip, feeling too observed by the man’s eyes, as if you didn’t drink he was going to kill you right on the spot.

“So, yn, right?” you nodded. “What made you come to me? You don’t seem like someone I’d see around here” he took a sip of his own cup, his eyes always watching you attentively.

“I need the money” you admitted. “I recently lost my job and I couldn’t manage to get a new one and you know how the human world works, I need to pay my rent and my bills to live” he nodded, acknowledging your story.

“I see. I saw you weren’t one of those donors that come around looking for the fun or the thrill of it” he twirled his cup in his hand, eyes on the cup before going back to your face. “So you’re just looking for the money?” you nodded. “I get it. I thought we would get a little fun together” he smirked and you shivered, again aware that you were alone with this man. “Since you’re just looking for the money I think this will be easier for the both of us. You come here once every two weeks, every Friday, I feed from you, and I pay you. Simple”.

“Hm… If you don’t mind me asking, how much will you pay me?” he laughed humorously, his head falling back, your cheeks heating with shame.

“Don’t you worry, my darling, I’ll be covering more than you need, you’ll have money for rent, bills, grocery and to spoil yourself a little” you nodded and took another sip of the fizzy drink. “Do you mind if I spoil you once in a while?” you tilted your head in confusion. “I’m your sponsor, I want you to come here looking the finest, so I’m talking about clothes, shoes, day at a beauty salon, you name it, whatever you might want to get prettier than you already are” he extended his hand and touched your cheek softly, carefully. “You are mine now, I want you to look the best” you nodded, the place where he was touching you cold from his hand.

“Do I need to come more days than the fridays every two weeks? There are any rules I need to know?”

“I’m glad you asked, my darling” he took the last sip of his champagne and rested his cup back at the coffee table. You copied him. “I already know you don’t have a boyfriend, and I won’t stop you from having one, however, I don’t want you getting involved with another vampire, got it?” you nodded. “When you come to see me, you must be by my side, you are my companion. You must eat properly so the blood doesn’t taste bad, so make sure to cook for yourself or order from healthy places, I have a few recommendations if you might need. You can’t have sex two to three days prior to donating as well” you nodded again. “I think that’s it. Any more questions?”

“Are you gonna feed from me tonight?” he smirked again, he had a beautiful smile, his plump lips curved so beautifully. You noticed he was a very handsome man, you weren’t blind.

“Do you want me to drink from you tonight?” you felt your cheeks heat again, not knowing how to answer. Did you? You were curious, that was an understatement, but was nervous as well. “I can smell your anticipation from here, princess” he came closer, a shiver ran down your spine, both from his proximity and the cold emanating from his dead body. “I think you want this as much as I want” he leaned down, inhaling deeply from your neck. “You smell delicious, my dear, raw, sweet” you felt shy under his gaze and his words, he was charming, convincing. “Will you let me feed from you?” You slowly nodded before you could realize what you were consenting to, your curiosity getting the best of you, his aura and his cologne alluring you into his space.

He smiled largely, his white teeth and fangs showing. It was the first time you were seeing his fangs fully displayed, they looked sharp, deathly, ready to rag you in pieces if given the chance. Yet his touch on you was far from sharp, it was soft, feather-like. His arm circled around your waist and his hand rested there, holding you close to him. His other hand gently grabbed your arm and brought to his lips, where he gently kissed the skin, his cold lips making the pores bristle in contact with the warmth of your body. Then a sting. He had sunk his fangs mercilessly on your forearm, ripping the layers of skin until he found your vein. He started to suck the thick deep red liquid from you and your head fell backwards. The sensation overwhelming. So that was the thrill of it? You felt your whole body fall limp into his arms as he sucked more and more from you, moans of satisfaction leaving his body. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on staying awake, alive, but it was too much for you.

Your mind started to stray, hazy from the blood loss. Then he was on your mind. His puppy-like smile and the memories from your life before. No. Daydreams from a future together. You two running together playing with a dog at the park near your apartment. Buying groceries together for your shared house. A playful montage that looked straight out of a 2000’s romcom. You smiled to yourself with the thought of a happy life along his side. And with that you fell asleep.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

You woke up dizzy and with a headache. Looking around trying to recognize the place you were in, suddenly the memories of the last hours came like a train to your mind. You tried to get up from the sofa but your whole body was weak, drained.

“He left you here by yourself, huh?” his voice came from your side but you didn’t turn, no, you couldn’t, too weak, too ashamed, too overwhelmed with everything that had just happened. “He does that to all of his toys” the nickname again and a shiver ran down your spine.

Yunho helped you get up and sit properly on the sofa and gave you a bottle of water. You two sat there in silence for too long for comfort. Yet neither of you seemed to want to talk.

“Why are you doing this?” he was the one who broke the silence, his voice low, measured.

You sighed.

“I lost my job, Yunho, I…” you felt your throat close from wanting to cry. But you held it. “I lost everything. After you left, a coworker started some rumors about me and escalated so fast, so big that I lost my job because of it. And I can't seem to get a job now and I don't know if I being paranoid or if they know what happened there and think it's true that they don't hire me anywhere else even if I'm the most competent for the job” you couldn't hold it, not when Yunho was looking at you with his eyes, always so full of emotions, always speaking volumes for him. You let your tears fall, you let your walls fall, that was what the man made to you, he always made your walls fall down. “And if it wasn't enough, my family stopped talking to me, you know we alway had a complicated relationship but after I lost my job they cut the ties completely, called me a disappointment, a loser. I was left with anything , Yunho” you hiccuped. “I had everything and in a matter of months I had nothing else”.

He couldn't handle seeing you like that, not when part of the blame was his. He held you in his arms, close, tight. His warmth was gone but his embrace was the same you could remember. You instinctively leaned your head in his chest, inhaling his cologne, his woody perfume that you oh so loved invaded your senses and made you feel at ease for the first time in months.

You two stayed like that for a while, just the two of you, hugging each other, feeling each others’ body and smell. Yunho was killing himself inside for not trusting you enough that you would understand him and his new nature. Now he had lost you and he couldn't have you back. Not when you belonged to Marcus.

You left his embrace, eyes red and runny nose. You wanted to stay in his arms forever yet the memories from the night before and your conversation with your sponsor came back to your mind like a flowing river. You were his now. You couldn’t engage in any type of relationship with any of the vampires. And judging by the way he had spoken to Yunho earlier the night prior, you could assume he was dangerous and I wouldn’t dare to play with him and his power.

“Thank you” you said, eyes low. “For the support. I need to go now”

“Do you need company?” he asked, truly worried about your state, Marcus probably drank too much from you.

“No! I mean, I’m fine, I don’t want… trouble” he nodded and you managed to get on your feet, legs still a little wobbly but you could walk, at least until a spot you could call a taxi or something. “It was nice seeing you again, and, you know, knowing that you are at least alive”.

“I wouldn’t call myself alive, but it’s better than six feet under I guess” he chuckled. “I’m sorry again. For everything” he scratched the back of his neck.

“I forgive you, no bad feelings” you smiled and turned your back to him, leaving.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

Two weeks had passed since the first feeding, which meant it was time for you to go back to the bar. Marcus had sent you an astronomical amount of money, much more than you needed but you only thanked him, not wanting to sound ungrateful. You and Carmen had gone shopping a few days before to look for appropriate outfits for the night, she helped you since Marcus gave her direct instructions of how he wanted you to dress.

You watched your reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the person. You looked expensive, lavish. You never wore such expensive and fancy clothes, the cut was so well done and the fabrics were so soft that it seemed to hug your body. The pair of shoes you paired with the outfit matched perfectly with the whole vibe you were going for, shining in your feet.

Marcus had sent a car to grab both you and Carmen, insisting it was dangerous for you to walk alone like that at night, even with Wooyoung’s presence.

The bar was fuller that night. You felt a little overdressed when you went down the stairs but you remember this was for Marcus and not for yourself. Your eyes instantly met Yunho's, but he looked down quickly, probably not wanting trouble since the next second your sponsor was in front of you.

“You look absolutely ravishing, toy” he kissed the back of your hand and pulled your body closer to his, a gasp coming from your mouth. “Carmen did a good job making you the prettiest and most expensive companion of the night” he whispered in your ear. “I wanna show you off to everybody” he emphasized the last word and you knew what he meant.

He circled your waist with his arm and guided you to one of the tables, Carmen joining you two after a while. One of the waiters brought cups of wine for you, and you bowed your head thanking him. You took a sip of the alcoholic drink, hoping it would ease your mind and nerves.

His arms never left your waist, holding you possessively. The man would once in a while nuzzle behind your ear, inhaling your scent and scrape his fangs slightly on your neck. He would whisper compliments laced with something more than just admiration.

Ever since day one Marcus was obsessed with you, with your smell, with your looks, and now, more than ever, with your taste. He wanted you more than just a donor, more than just a blood bag. He wanted you by his side, as his companion, as his lover, as his mate, and he would do anything to have you just for him.

On the other side of the bar, watching the scene unfold and scared for you, was Yunho. He knew the man’s reputation of playing with his toys and throwing them away dead after he was tired. Yet, he sensed something different, something darker when it came to you. He observed the way Marcus would stare at you, his red eyes darkening, how he would hold you tight by his side, how he would put his body slightly in front of you whenever someone would stop by your table as if he was protecting you.

You never felt more uncomfortable in a setting before. The way your sponsor would hold you, touch you, smell you, it all made you sick in your stomach. He was marking his territory, you knew that. You also knew that you were his toy, his property now, and that made you feel a twist in your belly, a dizziness in your head, you were nothing but an object.

“Are you ready, my dear?” Marcus asked, breaking you from your own thoughts. You nodded.

He led you to the back of the bar, the same booth from the other night. While on the way, your gaze caught Yunho’s. He could read you like the palm of his hand after years with you. He knew you. You lowered your gaze, not wanting to look at him any further or you might cry.

You sat on the same sofa and handed your arm to your sponsor. He smiled at your pliance. But all you wanted was that to end as fast as possible. He grabbed your arm carefully, and like a ritual, he kissed your skin before sinking his fangs into it. He moaned between gulps, your head already starting to become dizzy from the blood loss.

The man had to take all his strength to stop sucking you at the right time. Your blood too addicting. He stopped and licked the wound clean, his saliva making the bleeding stop.

You felt your body weak again, but better than the first time. Maybe you were getting used to it.

“I’ll have my driver take you back home, doll” he put a few strands of hair behind your ear. The act that was supposed to be sweet made you sick again. “Can you walk?” you lifted yourself with some difficulty and nodded.

He took you outside of the bar to the car. And before you could even enter the car, he pulled you back to him and kissed you. You did not respond to the kiss, shocked, paralyzed, disgusted.

“This is for them to know you’re mine” you looked to the side to see Yunho leaving the place with a couple of friends.

You entered the car and let the tears fall down with no control, not caring if his driver was seeing you. You were feeling disgusting, dirty, used. Sure, it was an exchange, he would get your blood, you would get his money, but was this allowed? Wasn’t he overstepping boundaries?

You cried the entire ride back home, questioning your choices in life. But you needed, you needed the money, you needed to pay your bills, and getting a job wasn't an option at the moment. You wondered what your old boss had told people for them not to hire you and your cry became stronger, hiccups leaving your lips.

The driver dropped you home, not a word being exchanged, not even returning your ‘good night’. You went up to the floor of your apartment, your eyes glued to the ground until your vision noticed a pair of shoes right in front of the door of your apartment. Your eyes went up, following from the feet up until the face. Yunho.

You both stood there, watching each other for a moment of silence, just the buzzing of the lights and the heaviness of your breathings being heard. Neither of you wanted to speak, about anything, because it would turn the situation real, more than it already was.

You broke the silence with the tinkle of the keys opening the door. You entered but he stayed behind. Waiting for you.

“Do you wanna come in?” you asked and he opened a smile before entering the room.

You sat on the sofa and he followed you, sitting by your side, keeping a safe distance. The silence took over the atmosphere between you two. But you didn’t need to talk. No. Yunho could read you, he knew you. You were distressed, pondering things in your mind, making an imaginary list of pros and cons in silence, just for you, like you always did when something bothered you. You were lost, not only in your thoughts, but in your feelings, the sensations you felt during the night. Yunho knew from day one you weren’t the person for Marcus, nor for anyone else. You loved to paint yourself as this strong independent person, which you were, when needed, but deep down you were just a fragile being, hurt by life and what it has turned to you.

Yunho came closer to you, bit by bit, not wanting to distress you any further, reading your reaction, but when you didn’t give any, he simply wrapped an arm around your shoulder and brought you to his chest.

You accepted his care, his closeness, his silent love. Because you knew at heart that neither of you fell out of love. Despiste him disappearing, despiste your anger with him at the beginning, despiste your fear of him being dead, you still loved him, with all your heart.

And you knew he loved you back when you turned your head to look at him and your lips touched.

It was shy at first, just muscles touching each other, no movement, just feeling that you were there. Real.

He was the first one to move, to open his mouth and engulf your lips. And like it was your second nature, you took it, you accepted it, responded to it. His lips were cold yet soft against yours, moving just like you could remember, just like you dreamed on the nights he was absent.

He moved one of his hands to grab your waist, squeeze the soft skin there, and the other to your face, holding you by your neck gently. Yours squeezed his strong arms, holding you grounded.

His kiss was gentle, caring, full of unspoken words that none of you dared to say yet. He kissed you with intention. The way his mouth moved against yours was like it was made for it. Molded to perfection. To you and only you.

He broke the kiss, to much your dismay, and joined your foreheads. He couldn’t breathe anymore but if he could, you were sure it would be as uneven as yours.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” he said in a whisper, more to himself.

“You were the one who kissed me first” you chuckled lowly. “And also waited for me outside my apartment”.

He chuckled and nodded, giving you a quick peck before separating your foreheads.

“Marcus will kill us if he found out”

“He doesn’t need to know” you said tentatively. “It’ll be our little secret”

“The man has ears and eyes everywhere, yn, it’s dangerous” he weighed and sighed. “God! It kills me, y’know? Seeing you with that disgust of a man and then when I saw him kissing you tonight I-I I couldn’t control myself, I almost went after him and ripped his throat” you nodded. For some twisted reason, the way he was speaking, with such anger, such determination, made a heat crawl down between your legs. You’ve never seen Yunho like this, so feral, so raw, he was always this gentle man. “I had to come see you and see if you were doing okay, I know you are doing this just for the money” you nodded, the gentle Yunho coming back.

“I’m a little shaken, not gonna lie, I don’t wanna go back there and see him again, but I can’t find a job and I need to pay my stuff and…” you sighed. “And he’s washing my hands pretty darn well. I need to endure this, at least a little more, until I can gather some money so I can move to a new city and try a new life, I don’t know”

“We can run away. Together” he gleamed, eyes shining with hope. “We can go away, yn, be together once again”

“I-I don't know, Yun… I mean, I want to, but Marcus… And I don't want to put you in danger” he held your face between his hands.

“Don't worry about me, I can deal with that man, he might be powerful but he ain't strong” he smiled and left a peck on your lips.

“Yun… can you sleep with me tonight? Please?” you asked, eyelashes batting. “I'm still a little afraid” he smiled and nodded.

The two of you went to your room and you gave him some of his old clothes that you still kept for God knows why. You went to the bathroom to change into your pajamas and when you came back he was already in the bed, his side of the bed, like the old times.

Never in your most hopeful dreams did you think you'd see him back in your bed, laid so relaxed in his usual side of the bed, waiting for you, his signature warm wide smile in his face. You were definitely dreaming, and if you were you hoped nobody would wake you up.

“You're staring” he broke you out of your daydreaming, his smile turning into a smirk. You joined him in bed, head laying in his chest as he hugged you. “I missed being like this with you”

“Me too” you cuddled yourself more into his body as if he could disappear at any given moment.

You two slowly slided into a laid position, his big body engulfing yours. With his smell invading your senses and his coldness contrasting with your warmth, you fell asleep like you haven't in ages.

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The cold winter wind was blowing through the open windows, the curtains dancing with the breeze. Some of the yellow-orange rays of the sun that shined bright outside passed by the holes in your window. Your bodies sprawled on the bed, tangled together, legs intertwined, arms thrown over each other, your head on his chest.

Slowly you started to wake up, eyes lazy, breathing relaxed. You turned your head up, not leaving your spot entangled in his embrace, to look at his face, so peaceful as he slept, his eyes closed gently, a gentle small smile rested on his lips, almost playful.

“Like what you see?” he asked jokingly, his smile turning into a smirk, eyes opening to stare back at you.

“I like very much indeed” he leaned down to leave a peck on your lips. “Hm. I could wake up to this everyday” he nodded and you pecked his lips again.

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you for a deeper kiss, making you sigh into the kiss, melting right into his lips and responding to him. It started slow, just the two of you enjoying each other's mouths, nothing rushed. His other hand slowly snaked down your body, stopping right on top of your bum, gently squeezing the soft skin there and earning a mix between a sigh and a whine from you. Yunho chuckled between the kiss, never breaking it.

The man decided to deepen it, slowly sliding his tongue inside your mouth, which you accepted gratefully. Finally he moved you from your position and stood on top of you, propping himself up with his hand and standing between your legs, never breaking the kiss. Your tongues danced together inside each other’s mouths, soft whines and low groans coming out of you two.

His body was cold but the heat irradiating from you was undeniable and visible, the little whines coming from your mouth and the way your body would wriggle under his would only provoke him further, making him sink his lips into yours more and squeeze the skin of your waist tighter.

Your hands adventured inside his shirt, feeling his tensed abs underneath your palms. He hissed, breaking the kiss and biting your lower lip, pulling it towards him before letting it go with a ‘plop’. You kept feeling his cold skin under your warm hands before moving back to the hem of the shirt and pulling it up, taking the item off, and revealing his well-built body. You felt your mouth water at the sight, his golden skin that you loved oh so much and his built physique were right in front of you again, all back to you, and it wasn’t a dream.

You pulled him back for another kiss, this time rushier, faster, hungrier, as if all the wasted time, all the time you were apart was being reclaimed. The previous dance of tongues became a fight for dominance, a fight for who would win each other’s heart and body back first.

Yunho’s hands were all over your body, feeling it, squeezing it, memorizing it in case he happened to die again, this time for real. He lowered his mouth to your jaw, licking a stripe to your neck, before attacking the soft warm skin there, butterfly kisses being left there before they turned into sucks and hickeys, purple marks rising into your skin. He let his fangs came out and scraped them on your skin, leaving a little red path where they passed. At that point nothing but whines and sighs came out of your mouth, you were already lost in his arms, he knew you like the palm of his hand and the longing after all these months without each other.

His hands started to play with the hem of your pajama top and in a swift motion he took it off, leaving you bare in front of him, pulling out a soft gasp from you. He looked at your eyes searching from some sign of regret, but you just nodded, a slightly shy smile dancing on your lips. The man took no time before attacking your chest, mouth hungrily sucking one of your nipples while he played with the other with his hand. He sucked and licked the little nub, gently biting sometimes, his fangs scraping the skin, earning whines and moans from you.

“You look so beautiful like this, have I ever told you that?” you denied with your head, eyes hooded and dark from pleasure. “Then I’m telling you right now, you look gorgeous naked to me and by me, delivered to me, giving yourself to me so willingly” he raised his body until he reached your mouth again. “Even tho’ you are always gorgeous and beautiful” he kissed you again, hungrily.

His right hand slid down your body to your pajama bottoms and entered it, finding no resistance from underwear, and cupped your sex, feeling the already wet sensation on your lower lips. A low rumble came from his chest within the kiss.

“You’re wet already, did I make you this horny, baby?” you nodded, biting your lower lip, not even hiding the state you were, all you needed was him and him only. “Good to know I still have this effect on you”.

He pulled your pajama bottoms down and took them off of you, leaving you completely naked, you shivered with the contact of your warm body with the cold wind coming through the windows. Yunho started to kiss down your body until he reached your vulva, licking a long stripe from bottom-up, collecting and spreading all your wetness. He repeated the action a few more times before focusing on your clit, circling the bud with his tongue and sucking it.

All you could do was moan and call his name, back arching from pleasure. One of your hands gripping the sheets tightly while the other held his hair between your fingers, bringing his face closer to your sex and making him hum in satisfaction. He ate you like a starved man, slurping at your juices while his cock was incredibly hard inside his pants, aching in its confines. The man then joined his fingers to the fun, prodding at your hole before slowly entering with two of them in one go.

“Yun-“ you moaned his name louder, back and head leaving the mattress in a sudden wave of pleasure. “I won’t last”

“‘S okay baby, give it to me” he kept moving his long fingers, curling them and hitting just the right spot. “Cum on my face and fingers” you moaned at his words.

Yunho kept his crusade to make you cum from his fingers and mouth, sucking harshly on your clit and fucking you restlessly with his fingers. It didn’t take you much to come undone on his face, moans becoming almost high pitched screams as your legs shook and squeezed his face.

He lifted himself and took the remaining of his clothes and Lord! How you missed the sight of his big thick cock standing tall and hard against his stomach ready to stretch you open. You bit your lower lip at the thought and he chuckled, knowing damn well what was going through your head. He positioned himself in between your legs and kissed you again, slowly, full of passion, desire. You guided the tip of his cock to your hole and he slowly entered you. You closed your eyes, mouth agape, no sound coming, already unwonted by his girth. He took his time to slide into you, bit by bit, letting you get used to his size.

“Shh… you’re taking me so well, baby” he cooed at you and kissed your forehead. “Look at your pussy taking my cock so well, sucking me up, fuck! You’re so hot” You whined to him, mind hazy with pleasure.

He started to move, slowly thrusting, shallow at first but with each thrust he took more of his dick out, pumping back in deeply, the tip of it hitting your cervix making you see stars. Yunho started to move faster, his thrusts becoming shallower and deeper. All that came out of your mouth was a string of moans and his name like a mantra. Your breathing was erratic and your bodies were covered in sweat.

“I’m not gonna last longer” he announced, one of his hands sneaking in between your bodies and reaching for your clit. You managed to moan even louder, your voice becoming hoarse, from the extra stimulation. “Give it to me, I know you can give me another one, don’t you?” He practically growled between gritted teeth and you just nodded.

The effort he was making not to cum before you was visible but he was decided to make you cum again. His hips were hammering against yours and you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, limp from effort and pleasure altogether. His fingers circling your clit vigorously. It didn’t take you long for you to come shaking around his member, wall pulsing against his length, almost trapping him inside you. He came right after you, white painting your insides and body falling limp on top of you.

You two stood there like that for a while, bodies still connected, breathings slowly going back to normal, your heartbeat slowing down. The silence was comfortable, needed, just the sound of the wind and your breathings.

Yunho, with much strength and willpower, released himself from you and searched for a cloth to clean you up. Taking all his time and care to do it so.

“Hmmm” you murmured. “I missed this” he chuckled at you. “I missed you” you pulled him for a kiss.

“I missed you too” he got rid of the cloth and came back to the bed and laid with you, not caring if you were still naked. He sighed deeply and nuzzled in your hair. “What are we gonna do now?” You turned around to face him, hand softly caressing his still sweaty hair. “I won’t leave you now”.

“You won’t. I won’t” you gently pecked his lips. “We’ll find a way. I promise”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, toy” his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You and Yunho slowly turned to where the voice came from to find Marcus and three of his men standing in the door of your room. You instinctively pulled the covers more to your body and went closer to Yunho, that pulled you closer to him. Marcus chuckled almost devilishly and your whole body shivered again.

“What? You two lovebirds thought I wouldn’t find out?” He took two steps closer, his cane hitting hard on the ground. You shrinked into Yunho’s side. “What have I told you, darling? I didn’t mind you having a boyfriend as long as it wasn’t another vampire and what did you do? You go and break my rule!” He practically growled the words, the veins in his neck popping.

Neither you nor Yunho said a word, too afraid to enrage him even more. Both of you wanting to come out of that alive. The older man took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

The air was thick, the tension dense and visible, it could be cut with a knife. You even forgot you were naked under the covers, Yunho’s body being the only thing grounding you at that moment. Marcus' eyes, usually a bright shade of red, were dark, angry, slit, his jaw tensed, veins popping, fangs appearing.

“What should I do to you two, huh?” He tilted his head. “Maybe I should suck this pretty neck until you’re dry and make your lover watch and then kill him? Or maybe, even better, let him live with the guilt?” You gasped lowly clutching at Yunho. “Maybe I could turn you into a vampire too and kill Yunho, let you live this miserable life alone. Is that good for you?” He laughed, his men following him like marionettes. “Maybe I could rip your man’s heart apart and make you watch it and make you live with me, like my slave. I like this one” a tear fell down your eye of the idea of losing Yunho. “Oh, doll, are you crying?” He feigned comotion. “Poor little thing is so terrified” he turned to look at his men. “Look at her, boys, such a fragile thing, so afraid” they all laughed” you sensed the man by your side becoming tense but you held him.

“Please, sir” you finally spoke, voice low, hoarse, scared. “I’ll do anything for you, anything, just don’t hurt Yunho, let him go”

“Yn…” Yunho tried to intervene but you stopped him.

“Would you trade your life for the half life of a vampire?” Marcus asked and you nodded. “Tsk tsk. Such a fool. You humans and your foolish hearts full of love” he smirked in disdain. “Then let’s do this, I let your silly little lover go and you come with me, you’ll become my property interely” he laughed satisfied. “You,” he turned his attention to Yunho, “get out of here and I hope I don’t see your face so soon”.

Yunho took some time to finally move from under the covers and put his clothes on, eyes always on you, a silent promise. He slowly walked out of the room, turning to look at you one last time before disappearing.

The tears started to fall freely from your eyes, not caring if Marcus and his men were seeing you, your heart ached as if it was ripped, once again Yunho was taken from you. The older man walked slowly to your side, sitting on your bed and wiping the tears away from your eyes. Such a gentle act teeming with second intentions and evilness. The feeling of being so bare, so defenseless, in front of him sending shivers down your spine.

“No need to cry, my doll, you won’t have anything else to care now, just to be pretty for me” he stated, his hand now caressing your face. “And that won’t be so hard since you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on” his smirk was sickening, disgusting. “I’ll let you dress yourself and pick whatever you want to take to my mansion, meet us at the car” he left the room being followed by his men.

You slowly moved from the bed, moving even slower across the room. The memories from just moments ago flashing across your head, the happiness that flooded you and Yunho went away just as fast as it came. You started to cry again as you picked up your stuff and put it inside your bag. Fear, uncertainty, hopelessness, it hit you like a runaway train, all at once.

Marcus could be a beautiful man if he wasn’t so evil and scary. He was turned into his mid-forties, yet he was a well preserved man, his hair was dark brown with greyish locks, short and always combed back, styled with gel, he dressed as if he came from some steampunk movie, a mixture of victorian and modern, his skin was a beautiful shade of brown, dark, retinted, his body, even hidden under his clothes, shown to be well built. He always held his stance tall, imposing, strong, his cane always in one of his hands, a symbol of status. You wondered when he was turned and if he was always like that. Mean.

The man was waiting for you leaning his back against his car, arms crossed against his chest, his expression looked vigilant. You walked towards him, bags in hands, but his men grabbed them for you. He came to meet you and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You are under my protection now, princess. No harm will come to you” unless it’s you, you thought to yourself but just nodded giving a half smile.

You entered the car and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was about to come.

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The weeks passed like torture. You lost track of time of how long you have been there but in your head it had been years already. All you did was stay at home all day, stuck in that giant mansion full of men, prohibited from leaving, from talking to anyone, even Carmen. Even reading, an activity that you really enjoyed, had become boring and unbearable.

When Marcus called you his toy he was indeed not playing. During weekdays you’d stay at home, but on weekends he would make you his personal dress up doll and show you at the bar, from friday to sunday, everyday in a new outfit, with a new pair of shoes, makeup always flawless, hair down. He loved to show you off, to cause envy on those who were more unfortunate than him and couldn’t afford to have such a beautiful and stunning being by their side. And every two weeks he would collect his payment, his dose of your blood.

You went down those stairs once again, the man in front of you, you behind his back being followed by some of his men. You were particularly stunning that night, sporting a black striped suit set paired with a pair of black shiny stilettos, your hair was, for the first time, pulled up in a tight ponytail with a faux pony hanging low on your back.

Once the low purple lights hit you, your eyes immediately met his. After weeks without any news from him or your friends, there he was, not only him but also Carmen and Wooyoung, all three of them at a table in a far corner. Seeing him alive and well made your heart swell with happiness and relief. Marcus kept his promise and did not hurt him.

Your exchanges of glances were quick, so you quickly returned your head back forward and hoped the man in front of you didn’t notice.

You moved to your usual booth, you and the man entering inside while his men stood outside guarding the place. The cups of wine already waiting for you on the coffee table in the center of the room.

You grabbed your cup and took a long sip of the sweet drink. Each night getting harder to endure your sponsor and his antics.

“You look absolutely divine tonight, doll” him and his stupid nicknames, he never called you by your name you’ve noticed, since that would humanize you too much, and you were nothing but another toy to him. “Black looks gorgeous on you” you forced a smile.

Usually, most nights, some other higher vampires would appear to talk business or other things you would barely pay any attention to, taking Marcus’ attention away from you. However that night the bar seemed quieter and emptier than usual, no one coming after the man at your booth.

You could feel his eyes burning holes on you, his entire focus on you. Suddenly the neon lights on the ceiling were so interesting to you.

“So, my toy, how have the past weeks been for you?” The way he called his sent shivers down your spine, you wanted to throw up.

You contemplated for a minute whether to talk or not how you were feeling.

“Time seems to have slowed down. I assume I’m a little bored without having someone to talk with, without a friend” you mused, choosing the words carefully. “I tend to get bored easily without a routine, and just being inside all day does not help much” you looked at your shoes waiting for his answer.

He was about to answer when a noise came from outside. Loud thuds and grunts as if someone was fighting. Instinctively, the man got on his feet and put himself in front of you.

A loud cracking sound reverberated and then silence. The tension in the air thick. You were still sitting, eyes glued on the door, waiting for someone to enter at any given moment.

“I was waiting for you” Marcus straightened his posture, his voice stable, smirk playing on his lips, as soon as Yunho entered the door. He sat by your side, arm hugging your shoulder. “I see you wanna play thief and steal what is mine”

“She’s not your property, Marcus” the man laughed humorously.

“The last time I checked I paid for her” he pulled you closer to him. “If I paid, it’s mine” you saw Yunho’s wrists close into a fist.

“She’s a human being, not a thing”

“The moment she came after me for money she is a thing, my thing” he smiled sickly. “What are you going to do about it? It’s you against me, boy” he pulled you into his lap, holding you tight as a human shield. “And if you try to do anything against me, you’ll hurt her first” your eyes widened and your body started to shake in fear.

Of course you weren’t expecting anything from the man but using you to protect himself as a human shield wasn’t on your bingo card. You tried to disentangle from his hold but his grip only got stronger.

Yunho only smirked and crossed his arms on top of his chest.

“Who said I’ll do anything to you?” Both you and Marcus stopped your little fight.

You heard a gasp and a scream behind you and Marcus’ hands were no longer on you. You left your place on his lap and ran to Yunho’s arms. Turning around to look at the screams, you saw Wooyoung, who had sneakily entered the room after Yunho without anyone noticing, with silver chains around the older man’s neck not only strangling him but burning the skin where the silver was touching. You hid your head in Yunho’s chest not bearing to see the scene unfolding in front of you.

Second after second the screams started to subdued and, slowly, you turned to see Marcus’ body burned to death on the sofa and a sweaty Wooyoung with a satisfied grin on his face. He pulled two thumbs up to you who just started laughing. Laughing out of relief, nervousness, anxiety.

Yunho grabbed your face and made you look him in the eyes. His eyes sparkling with more than words could ever say in that moment. You were free. He was free. You two were free. You pulled him by the neck and kissed him. The kiss tasted salty of your tears that you even noticed that started to fall.

“Ok lovebirds, I know you are happy and all but we need to leave this place asap” Wooyoung chimed in, making you cut your kiss short.

You left the room to find an apprehensive Carmen waiting for you outside, Marcus’ car keys in her hands. She ran to you and hugged you tight, glad you were well and alive. Glad all of you were well and alive. You jumped the dead bodies of the men on the ground and followed the three, hand held tightly by Yunho ones.

As soon as the outside air hit your lungs all four of you took deep breaths and started to laugh out of relief, Wooyoung leaving a scream that earned him a smack from Carmen.

“Free at last” Yunho announced with a smile on his face, arms finding your body from behind in a hug. “What you wanna do now that you’re free?” he asked, turning you to face him.

You smiled as wide as him and got on the tip of your toes so you could plant a quick kiss on his lips.

“I wanna go as far from here with you”.

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Male Half-Demon Yandere x Gender Neutral Vampire Reader CW: Noncon, blood drinking, biting/cutting for blood, making out, drugged sex, drugged reader, forced addiction, overstimulation, reader fucked well and truly out of their mind whilst high on demon blood, aftercare, general yandere behavior Word count: 1.6k (Sorry this took forever. The image of reader sitting on dick while sucking blood from a wrist was living rent free in my head and I had to write this. Written on my phone, hopefully I fixed all the weird formatting and typos.)

The full moon shone brightly in the clear winter night. With each exhale, your breath plumed out visibly. The shadows of trees stretched long and spindly, grasping for a material world they were incapable of grabbing hold of. You hid amongst the bushes, silently watching the small bar in front of you. It was a secluded place. Quiet and down the road from anything else. Perfect for a person to grab a drink. Even a vampire like yourself. This was your first night in this town, but there were almost always places like this to slake your thirst.

Wait for a drunk customer to come stumbling out and nab them to have a drink of your own. Then, if you needed to, use your hypnotic powers to make them think it was all a dream.

That's what you had intended tonight. But then you caught a whiff of a human that smelled much more tempting than any other you had ever encountered.

The bartender. Your sharp ears could pick up his name even from outside. Wade. Not that you needed to bother knowing it.

You decided to wait for the last lingering patron to leave the bar before sneaking in and making your move. It took a few hours, and your joints grew stiff in the cold, but finally, the bartender was alone, and you could make your move. You were practically salivating as you slipped into the bar, and his scent hit you more directly. You couldn't wait to taste what waited in his veins. Luckily, you didn't have to.

"Sorry, we've just closed," he said as he heard you enter.

With superhuman speed, you rushed behind him, barely having time to note the surprised expression on his face.

You wasted no time on pleasantries and sank your fangs into his neck.

Instantly, you were lost in his flavor. His blood was glorious. But after one drink, your eyes glazed and your thoughts were foggy.

He plucked you off of him easily, and you fell to the floor, dizzy and confused but yearning for more of him. You were so thirsty. A mild sense of euphoria washed over you, but your body felt weak and wobbly.

Wade stared down at you, smirking. His brown hair turned silver, small black horns sprouted from his forehead, and his hazel eyes glowed red.

"What's wrong? Bit off more than you could chew?"

Not much blood had been consumed, so you started to get to your feet, but Wade wanted you nice and helpless. He rubbed his fingers to the bite mark you had left and shoved his fingers into your mouth and smeared the drug on your tongue. You immediately slumped against the counter.

He went and locked up the bar before returning to your side and administering another hit of his blood. You eagerly drank it up. It was too irresistible.

Then he gently led you downstairs where he apparently lived.

"Didn't realize I was part demon or didn’t know demon blood was like a narcotic? Maybe you didn't know either of those..."

He tossed you on the bed rather unceremoniously.

"Thought you were gonna get an easy meal, but you're gonna feed me too!"

Assuming that he ate beings with magic, you looked up at him with a horrified expression and scrambled to get off the bed. He stopped you and pushed you back.

"I'm nourished by intoxication and addiction the way sex and lust nourishes an incubus," he explained, having noted the fear on your face.

Though you still had a fierce thirst for his blood, you weren't addicted. Yet. Just significantly increased blood cravings. You had the presence of mind to know what he intended, and you didn't want to be a captive.

"You can't do this!"

The effects of his blood on your body were rapidly wearing off. It had only been a small amount. You could use your speed to zip awa-

"I can do whatever I want to a little leech like you~"

Wade pinned you on the bed and used the sharp nail of his thumb to slice his wrist before shoving his wrist to your mouth. You tried to turn away and keep your mouth closed, but you could feel the warm blood tingle your lips, and the smell was all-encompassing. Tired of your struggles, he smacked you hard across the cheek. You could have shrugged off a strike from a normal human, but he had demonic strength. As he had anticipated, you cried out in pain. With your mouth open, he jammed his bloody wrist right into your mouth.

Once a drop had touched your tongue for the third time that night, all your resolve melted away. You relaxed under him and greedily lapped at his wrist. Now that it was in you, you needed more.

As you gave into your dark desires and fed off Wade, he fed off the intoxication and the budding addiction growing inside you.

But the whole situation had his cock straining painfully in his jeans.

He maneuvered your clothes off as well as his, but your attention was focused on your meal. You whimpered and grabbed for his arm as he pulled it away to lube up his cock. Just because he was doing this for nourishment didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. Besides, being all cute and needy for his blood made you look far too tempting for the half-demon.

He pulled you into his lap and slid his thick cock into you.

Wade put his arm up to you so you could suckle from his wrist as he slowly fucked into you. A large demonic cock like Wade's would have stretched and hurt the hole of any human, but you were far more durable. In fact, it felt quite nice. His blood seemed to heighten pleasurable sensations while reducing unpleasant ones.

You moaned softly as you fed.

"That's it, take alllll you want babe. I regenerate faster than you can drink."

It must have been true. His wound had healed and you had to bite his wrist to draw more blood. He didn't seem to mind.

The demon kissed your neck and sucked it softly as he continued pumping into you. Never too hard to interrupt your meal.

He kept the slow and considerate pace until you had finished. Blood was smeared all over the lower half of your face, your eyes glossy and half lidded. You were barely cognizant of your surroundings anymore. All you knew was that you felt warm, happy, relaxed and, for the first time since you had turned, alive.

Wade angled your face towards him and kissed you deeply from behind, enjoying the taste of blood from your lips and the rush of energy he got from getting you high. He brushed his tongue against your fangs to draw blood so you could suck it while the two of you made out sloppily. The half-demon broke the kiss, a sanguine string of saliva and blood connected your lips for a moment. Wade hastened the tempo of his thrusts into you as his mind raced over the implications of having you.

A human would have died from just a drink of demon's blood. That's why he blended each bottle of booze in his bar with but a single drop. Just enough to subconsciously coax humans to crave coming back to his bar and give Wade a bit more intoxication to sustain himself. But he didn't have to hold back with you at all.

Rapturous moans left your body as your pleasure reached its zenith. Your normally frighteningly pale face was actually flushed.

"You enjoying yourself?" Wade smirked and kept going.

You could only weep silently as the overwhelming sensations from the drug and sex mingled into an overwhelming wave of ecstasy bearing down brutally upon you.

With supernatural stamina he kept going for hours, he readministered his blood as needed. Every time he made you cum you whimpered. Each orgasm seemed to hold within it a greater and greater threat of throwing you off the brink of sanity and shattering your mind.

By the end of it, when he had finally had enough after filling you with cum over and over again, you were a shaky drooling mess. His demonic features faded away as he picked you up. Then he took you to the tub and bathed you gently, getting all the dried blood off your face and cleaning up all the semen leaking from your hole.

"Sorry I had to give you so much. Have to get you hooked on it."

Wade picked you up and wrapped you in a soft towel. You were too out of it to respond.

"The crashes aren't bad though at least. Extreme cravings but no life threatening illness or anything."

He kissed your forehead and tucked you in before getting under the covers and spooning you.

"You're gonna love it here I promise. All the blood you want. I'm not just keeping you here to feed me, I could see glimpses inside your mind when your inebriation nourished me."

The half-demon ran a hand soothingly up and down your side.

"I know we're compatible lovers. You'll see."

You could hear his words but could just barely process them.

"B-but.." You protested weakly.

"Hush now. You need to rest."

He put his arm around your waist and held you protectively. It was so much easier to just let sleep claim you than it was to resist.

Wade stayed up far longer though. All the thoughts of the wonderful life you two would share together running through his head and keeping him awake. It would be amazing. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

He'd treat you so well and make sure his little vampire was always happy. And he'd keep you hopelessly addicted to his blood. You'd be so helpless and dependent on him that you'd simply never be able to escape.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #yandere x reader #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #yandere monster #male yandere x gn reader #my ocs #yandere boyfriend #yandere #male yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere demon #yandere half-demon #vampire reader #My OC Wade

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ghouldump · 11 months ago

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hi your fics are so amazing!!

if you’re open to requests, i was wondering if you could write a lestat x louis x reader fic that takes place during their huge fight in the townhouse? i can imagine the reader being a mother figure to claudia and trying to protect her during it and getting hurt in the process of trying to break up louis and lestat. i’d love to see how the reader deals with the aftermath of her and louis’ injuries as well as claudia taking care of the two of them.

sorry if its confusing😭 i thought of this while rewatching s1

For The Love Of A Daughter | Lestat x Reader x Louis

ෆ out of fear, lestat does the unimaginable and has to try his hardest to win his family's trust back, but it may be too late

the comparison of s1 vs s2 of this scene had me on the edge of my seat 🥺 ⚠️ THIS IS S1 E5 ‼️

How did your once beautiful family go to ruins? When Claudia was created? When she rebelled? Or when she left? Your daughter, you would go to hell and back for her, yet, you couldn't convince her to stay.

Lestat was cruelly strict with her, invading her privacy by reading her diaries, not considering the fact that she was trapped in the early stages of puberty for an eternity. She couldn't help that she was a young girl stuck in this body, and he never let her forget or made it easier on her.

Louis, he'd always been passive, about your companionship, as well as his role as a parent. He wanted to keep the peace and harmony. If that meant allowing Lestat to discipline her, then he’d turn his head to not have to watch out of guilt.

Then you, Lestat often complained that you spoiled her too much. You never raised a finger to her, nor your voice. You hadn't been brought up that way, and so you did the same with her. You still remember the night she left. Packing only a few things, while you and Louis tried convincing her to stay. Standing her ground, she gave you both a hug, letting the wind carry her away.

Seven years flew by, silence made its way into the house that no longer felt like a home. Louis nose-deep in book after book, Lestat leaving going god knows where, while you remained secluded, drawing, reading, and sometimes staring at the wall.

Tonight was a rarity, Lestat wasn't running off, and Louis sat on the sofa, reading, while you sat in a chair, your head lying on your arm, taking in the soft jazz music.

Hearing the door open, Claudia entered, setting her suitcase on the floor. Rushing over, you wrapped your arms around her, rocking back and forth. Pulling away, your heart broke as Louis hugged her tightly. He too had been taking it so hard, since she had been gone. Abruptly, the music stopped, Lestat glaring at her.

“The prodigal daughter”

“I've come to apologize, I put all of you in a bad spot, I wasn't right in my head. I am now,” she said. You couldn't put your finger on it, but there was something different about her, a certain brokenness, she was trying to shut away.

“Apology not accepted,” Lestat said.

“How was college? Magna cum? Summa cum? Phi Beta Kappa?” he continued.

“I've read a lot of books. Started with Persia and Babylon, the old gods who longed for blood. A lot of it was popcorn, but a few old tomes. A Romanian tract on vampirs. A strange old Hungarian text, ‘Masticatione Mortuorum,’ the chewing dead. I plan to leave for that part of the world as soon as I can,” she told him. You and Louis shared a look, sensing that this wasn't headed in a positive direction.

“So, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good,” Lestat spat.

“A quick stop to pick up my mama and Louis,” she told him. Your hand went to your stomach, trying to control the unsettling nervousness building up. Lestat glanced at the two of you, before glaring at her in disgust.

“Oh, Perused a few folklore anthologies, and now you're going to cross the ocean and take on a society of monsters,” he said, slowly making his way towards her.

“If what I've read is lies, then tell me what's true,” she told him, but he only continued to stare at her as if she was beneath him.

“Seven years and what’s changed, other than you need a housekeeper?” she sneered. He slowly approached her, and as you were about to step forward to intervene, Louis grabbed your hand, discreetly shaking his head.

“The vampires out there…are vicious. Oh, but you've learned that already. Who did you meet out there in the American hinterland? Read her,” Lestat looked at the two of you, walking away. Staring at her, you quickly wiped the tear from your eye, you couldn't imagine what she had been through all on her own.

“That’s it, keep 'em scared. That's his way,” she said to you both.

“The vampires in Europe are much, much worse”

“But I think he's scared,” she spoke over him.

“I never asked, how did Charlie taste? Like the love you'll never really know,” he said, trying to get under her skin.

“And when he's scared, he ridicules”

“She was a destitute little girl, destined to live an inconsequential little life,” he said, approaching the both of you.

“And we took it from her, we cursed her,” Louis said, making the smug expression drop from his face. Looking at you, his frown deepened, seeing you gaze at her, the bloody tears moments from seeping out.

“Come with me!” she called out, both of you staring at her.

“Come with me, mama, Louis”

“Louis, Y/n,” Lestat said, becoming angry as neither of you looked at him.

“I thought I could live without either of you, but I was wrong,” Claudia said, her eyes pleading for you to come along.

“Y/n, Louis”

“Louis, Y/n,” Lestat continued, raising his voice.

“His love is a small box he keeps you both in, don't stay in it,” she said, as you glanced at him.

“A thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her, you are just gonna up and leave me?!” Lestat yelled.

“Please, come with me! Let’s be vampires worth of your love!” Claudia screamed before Lestat surged, choking her.

“Get off of her,” you said, going to shove him off of her. However, he was much stronger, gaining the upper hand, his fingers wrapping around your throat, he looked unrecognizable.

“You, always choosing her,” he spat, before Louis charged over, tackling him.

As they fought, Claudia screamed, panicking, as you tried to keep up with them. Throwing Louis in the living room. Lestat straddled him, punching him in the face.

“Lestat, stop it,” you cried out, jumping on his back, but he easily slung you across the room, as you smashed into the wall, you could feel your arm already broken.

“Claudia, stay down here,” you told her, rushing to the bedroom.

“Stop fighting,” you screamed, as they continued tackling each other.

“Let him go,” you hear Claudia crying.

“It’s alright, you stay where you're at,” Louis told her, as if he wasn't completely bruised up.

“You're going to choose her too? Leave me for her when she left you both, I’ve been here,” he told you, as you slowly backed away, unsure of what he'd do next.

“Lestat st-

“Do not tell me what to do,” he told you, wrapping his hand around your throat, and pulling you close. His nails were in your skin, with your airway completely blocked.

Dragging both of you downstairs, and outside, you could hear Claudia running.

“I fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper. I never once harmed either of you,” he said.

“Let him go,” you cried, hoarsely, trying to claw at his hand, while reaching for Louis.

“Silence,” he told you.

“Uncle Les”

“It's Uncle Les, now suddenly?”

“Let them go, they didn't do nothin’, let them go, it's me you want,” you could hear her steps approaching.

“Listen to me, and listen very carefully my infant death, it was never you. No matter how much your mama made you think otherwise,” he spat, crushing your throat, and dragging you both out into the road.

“I chose you, and you, given you the dark gift and you've betrayed me,” he said, biting into your neck, draining almost every ounce of blood from your body, before throwing you, watching as you flew into the backyard, colliding with bricks, you could feel your rib cage shatter.

However, as you stood up, you quickly fell to your knees in pain and fear for Louis’s life, watching as they flew into the sky to the point where they were no longer seen.

“Mama, are you alright?” Claudia ran to you, reaching for her hand, your other hand on your throat. You couldn't speak, Lestat’s nails had managed to pierce through. Claudia gasped, as you coughed, blood spilling out.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m okay, we just need to get Louis,” she said, helping you stand, however, just as you stood, Louis fell from the sky, hitting the ground. Limping over, you were afraid to touch him, the slightest touch looked as if it would break him even more.

Crying, you looked up, staring into Lestat’s eyes as he flew over you all, not saying a word. You couldn't say it, but from your expression, there was no way you could easily forgive him after this.

Healing was a struggle, not just from the physical damage, but any previous trust was gone. While you managed to bounce back within a few months, Louis had a long way to go. Lestat skipped town and hadn't bothered to show his face.

You avoided thinking about him, altogether. Dedicating yourself to Claudia and Louis, from coffin-bound to limping, every day was progress. Louis was slowly getting better and you both worked on strengthing your bond with Claudia. Then the calls started coming.

All of this time, you managed to push through the soreness and pain, but the moment he called you hid away, licking your eternal wounds. He was a completely different person that night, the things he said, the things he'd done. After Louis fully healed, you were no longer opposed to the idea of leaving for Europe with Claudia.

Hearing the doorbell ringing, you turned your head, watching as Claudia went outside. You could hear his voice, he had gifts, and he wanted to talk, to apologize. Louis went upstairs, throwing his coffin out of the window, you couldn't help but snicker.

“There’s your answer”

“And where is Y/n? I know she would enjoy these paints, they are rare. I paid quite a price because I knew she would make the most beautiful-

“My mama ain't got nothin’ to say to you, like you said, she betrayed you, choosing me,” she told him, shutting the door, and locking it.

Coming back to the living room, she glanced your way before to Louis, who came from upstairs. As Louis sat next to you, you pulled him close.

“You okay?” you asked him.

“Getting there,” he mumbled, smiling as you kissed his cheek.

Lestat didn't show his face anymore, but the gifts never stopped. Each time more spontaneous than the next, and while you knew, Louis was becoming weaker, you wished you could say the same for yourself.

“Emily Dickinson is not a vampire,” Louis said, as you laughed.

“How do you know?” she asked.

“Because she is dead,” you pointed out.

“How do you know?”

“She got a grave,” Louis said.

“And a tombstone,” you added.

“So do you,” She told Louis, all of you laughing, afterward.

As you crossed the streets, the driver honked their horn, as they slowly came to a stop in front of you. Opening the door, Lestat climbed out, smiling at you all. Rolling your eyes, you simply looked the other way.

“25 horsepower Rolls-Royce six-cylinder engine and a front end they call a coffin nose, is that rich? This one’s yours, mine’s back at home in blue,” he said, showing off the new car, and tossing the keys to Louis.

“I know how much you despise driving, so I got you other things, the finest fabrics, books, art supplies, and music, waiting for you at home, I'm back in town permanently,” he continued, looking your way, but you just stared off to the side, as if you didn't see him.

“Were you gone?” Claudia asked him.

“Across the river, in Algiers,” he said, you could still feel his eyes on the two of you.

“You know who lives in Algiers” Claudia said to you, as you clenched your jaw.

“I don't know what possessed me that night,” he said.

“Three years ago, that night, three years ago, he means,” Claudia corrected him.

“I was someone I don't want to be anymore. I've changed. Let me prove it to you. I’m nothing without you. I’m nothing without any of you”

“If you want me to go away, just say so. I’ll obey you. I’ll leave your lives forever. This silence is cruel, all I ask is that Y/n looks at me. You haven't spared me a glance since I've been here. Neither of you were ever cruel, don't let our situation change you,” he said.

“Just look at him,” Louis pleaded.

Turning to face him, he cleared his throat, straightening his posture. You didn't say anything, emotionlessly staring at him.

“You look stunning as always, ma chérie,” he complimented, his heart breaking as you looked away again.

Taking the keys, Claudia threw them, before scratching the car, reaching for your hand, walking away.

Six years, came and went, and more gifts flooded the house. It was unspoken between you and Louis that you both missed him. Although it looked different, Louis wanted him to come running back, each extravagant, but sentimental gift was tugging more and more at Louis’s heart. You preferred the distance, reminiscing on the past, before that night. You didn't think you could have that back, now, you secretly enjoyed every time he saw you, or wrote to you, begging that you would acknowledge him.

Unexpectedly, it happened, the record came in the mail and was immediately played. The song meant to win you both back while pissing you off, a song sung by his affair partner. Louis was seething, grabbing the record, and ran out of the house.

“You're not going with him?” Claudia asked.

“They will be back,” you mumbled, knowing his plan worked, he got through to Louis and would be coming back.

“Rule number four-

“Kill Antoinette”

“Antoinette is my own private-

“Affair,” Claudia said.

“Said child, interfering in the romantic lives of her parents,” Lestat said, wanting one of you to stop her. She had been sharp with him since the moment he stepped into the house.

“She will be 33 soon, far from a child,” you reminded him, rolling your eyes.

“It’s a lick and a promise in vampire years,” he shrugged.

“Maybe, but I am not your child anymore, that's rule number five,” Claudia said, catching his attention.

His eyes shifted from her to you, your interlocked hands. She had you, wrapped around her fingers, taken from him. Louis was more willing to work on the broken relationship, but you had shut him out, choosing your child.

“I’ll be your companion, your sister,” she told him, as he scoffed.

“It's not as simple as choosing a new family configuration, now I'm your cousin, now I'm your aunt, I am your maker,” he told her rudely.

“I’m going to bed,” you said, standing abruptly, he looked into your cold eyes, searching for any emotion.

“Will you not lay down your rules, as well?” he asked, sarcastically.

“Good night,” was all you said, turning away, going upstairs.

“She needs time,” you could hear Louis say.

Did you need more time? You didn't go through nearly as much as Louis and he managed to forgive him, why couldn't you? You were never maternal until Claudia came along, perhaps it came with being a mother. The way that he treated her, turned you against him. As much as you loved him, thinking back to the times you were spoiled, lavished as if you were royalty, you couldn't bring yourself to open up.

Hunting became insufferable. Louis began drinking human blood, it was supposed to bring everyone closer, hunting as a family, but you kept your distance. He knew he'd wounded you, his choice of words hurting you just as bad, and he'd have to be more persistent to win you back.

“I wished you’d look at me, the simplest glance would help me a great deal,” he said, following you, sighing in relief as you faced him.

“Happy?”

“You have my heart at your will, your precious words command me, and I would do anything you ask of me,” he said, trying to fight the tears, as you slowly approached him.

“Take up your heart, I wouldn't want you to feel betrayed when I don't choose you,” you said, turning around, leaving him to stand there and try to gather his emotions.

“Could you at least try to compromise?” Louis asked you, as you looked through the different fabrics in the store.

“I am-

“No, you're not, you put your coffin in Claudia’s room, and the other night, whatever you said, he cried himself to sleep”

“Aw, poor baby,” you said, placing the fabrics into Louis’ arms.

“You agreed that we would work things out, everybody is compromising trying to work through our problems, we need you too,” he said, pouting, as you approached the cash register.

“Fine, I hate when you give me that look,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“Thank you, I love you,” you grinned.

“I love you,” you laughed, pecking his lips.

Later that night, after putting away your things, and changing into your nightgown, you were about to into Claudia’s room, when you stopped. Huffing, you went to your shared bedroom, opening the door.

“Did she say anything? I left a note, but she never responds,” Lestat grumbled.

“I talked with her, but it is up to her to make a decision,” Louis said.

“I hope you don't expect us to squeeze that coffin,” you said, making both of them face you.

“We could always sleep in the bed,” Louis offered, both of them approaching you.

‘Thank you’ he said, as you faced Lestat.

“Will you keep that stupid look on your face, or will you speak?” you asked.

“I didn't know it was okay for me to do so,” he chuckled.

“Y/n is willing to compromise, she hasn't said it verbally, but she does still love you,” Louis spoke, as you stared at the two of them.

“Ma chérie, if I could take back what I've said, what I’ve done-

“But you can't”

“I can't, and I will have to live with the burden of knowing I hurt you and Louis both, your role in Claudia’s life was never a problem, I am sorry, my love,” he said, walking to you, falling to his knees in front of you. His head laid against your stomach, and he continued to apologize profusely.

“To have you look at me, after months of refusal, even if it is a look of anger, is to see heaven,” he said, looking up at you. Reaching for his hand, you helped him stand, pecking his lips. Holding your hand out for Louis, as soon as he was close enough, your lips were on his soft skin.

Pushing Lestat onto the bed, you straddled his lap, rolling your hips, as Louis stood behind you, kissing your neck. Leaning down, you wrapped your hands around his neck.

“I’ll forgive you, but if you ever do anything remotely similar, I’ll make sure you burn in the sun, and I’ll wear you as makeup,” you said, making him smirk.

“Anything you say, although the thought of me being on your face, arouses me greatly,” he said, watching as you pulled Louis onto the bed, moving over to him.

Your nearly decade-long monogamy had now come to an end, sharing the night with Louis and Lestat. You had forgotten how spontaneous he was, managing to pleasure both of you.

‘Have you taken him back, like Louis?’ Claudia asked.

‘For now’ you thought, as Lestat kissed along your shoulder blade.

‘Do you think Louis will help?’

‘He will’

‘Do you think it will work?’

‘I don't know, my child, but we will try’

‘We can do it, mama, he wants to keep you and Louis for himself, he hates me and would probably kill me if it meant having you both alone’

‘I know’

Now lying in bed, Lestat in between you and Louis, both of you in his arms.

“I hope you will allow me to continue to prove myself to you, and I am lost without either of you, I feel empty without you both here with me, I love you,” he spoke, you couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered.

“Then it is official, we will kill Lestat’

‘And if our plan doesn't work?’

‘Then we escape to Europe, we find other vampires, and we rebuild our lives there, does that sound okay?”

‘It sounds perfect’

‘Great, good night mama’

‘Good night, my child’

Looking up at Lestat’s face, he lay peacefully, his eyes shut, face relaxed. He was incredibly handsome, you didn't dare tell Claudia but coming to this room, you were just as weak as Louis. Would you be able to kill this beautiful man, the love of your life? Or run away and live an eternity with your daughter? You couldn't decide anymore, only time would tell.

brotha eughhh, this was so mid

#lestat de lioncourt x reader #lestat x reader #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac x reader #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #louis x reader

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kitkatkitzune · 7 months ago

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Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Fem!reader

Summary: Kol learns about modern day beauty products, his favorite being flavored lip balm.

Warnings: Kol being Kol, Kol being a softie, Klaus being sassy, Best friend Rebekah, Brief mention of blood, Mention of Rebekah previously trying to eat reader (we all make mistakes), Kol being very very curious about modern stuff, inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (my bad.)

Notes: This was originally a very short fluffy idea that I had… and then it kind of just turned into way more? whoops? I feel like we never really talk about the little things that would be way different to all the originals, we always focus on the big things like technology and laws but never something as simple as flavored lip balm…

I’d like to take this opportunity to shout out my red crab makeup headband.

Word Count: 2.4k

MASTER POST , TVDU MASTERLIST

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“And what do we have here?” Kol’s teasing voice cuts into the conversation you and Rebekah were currently having in her room.

The blonde girl rolls her eyes, “Go away, Kol.”

You turn and look at the boy, you hadn’t officially met him yet as you spend most of your time with Rebekah but you had heard stories about him. Kol smirks at you and then looks at all of the items laid out on Rebekah’s bed.

He walks over and tilts his head, obviously curious, he picks up an eyeshadow palette, “Is this makeup?” he looks at you when he asks, addressing the question to you.

You hum and he nods, continuing, “See, right before I was put into a little box, makeup was still a bit of a taboo for common women…” he opens the palette and stares at all the vibrant shades, “now you all wear these bright colors.”

You watch in horror as he digs his finger into the pot of a glittery purple shade causing the pressed pigment to crack and break. You’re on your feet immediately and grab the palette from him, letting out a sigh when you see the damage.

Kol doesn’t seem to notice your expression, “What do you do with this?” he holds up his pointer finger that is coated in sparkly purple.

Rebekah takes the palette from you and glares at her brother, “You do realize you’ve ruined the purple right?”

Kol ignores Rebekah and looks at you, expectantly, you sigh, “It goes on your eyelids, it’s eyeshadow.”

Kol hums and in a quick move, puts his finger on your eyelid, spreading the pigment onto your face, effectively ruining your makeup look you and Rebekah had just finished. He smirks, proud of his work.

“Kol!” Rebekah gasps, standing up to forcibly shove her brother out of her room. She slams the door shut and locks it even though he could get back in if he really wanted to.

With her back still to the door Rebekah looks at you with an exasperated look, “I am so sorry! My brother is a bloody fool.”

You shrug, grabbing the makeup remover to clean your face, “It’s fine, Bekah. It’s not your fault he hasn’t seen an eyeshadow palette yet…” you pause a moment, tilting your head in thought, “though, I guess it’s not really his fault either?” a small smile appears on your face, one Rebekah recognizes as your ‘he’s cute’ smile.

“Don’t tell me you think he’s—” Rebekah starts and you cut her off, very aware of the fact that you’re in a house full of vampires with super hearing.

“Besides, I hardly used the purple anyway.”

Rebekah narrows her eyes at you and crosses her arms, walking closer to you. You roll your eyes and bring your fingers up in a pinching motion, mouthing, ‘Only a bit.’

You giggle as Rebekah’s nose scrunches up in disgust at your admission of finding her brother a bit cute.

-★-

You were currently lounging on the Mikaelson family’s couch, reading to pass the time while you waited for your face mask to finish. You didn’t care about anyone seeing you in such a thing, the Mikaelsons always came home covered in blood or worse. Seeing you in a little bit of clay wouldn’t kill any of them.

It would certainly confuse Kol, though. He was a bit alarmed when he entered the living room to find you with a green face.

“What on earth is that?” he asks, he seems mildly concerned but also intrigued.

You look up at him, closing your book, “It’s a face mask. It helps your skin become clearer and healthier.”

He nods, still a bit weirded out by it and an idea pops into your head.

“Would you like to try?”

“What?”

“The face mask! Oh come on, it'll be fun!” you say, jumping off of the couch to grab his hand and drag him up to your honorary room you had in their house.

Kol attempted to glance around the room but didn’t really get a chance as you drug him straight into the bathroom, you held up two fluffy headbands in front of him. One was red and had eyes on it, accompanied by little claws to look like a crab and the other was brown with little bear ears.

The one you were currently wearing was red with little devil horns, he would have preferred that one. Still, he chooses the crab one so you two would have matching colors.

You let out a little squeal and stretch the headband over his head while he sits there like a doll, doing nothing to help you. You grab the face mask tube and set it on the counter and that’s when you notice you left your drink downstairs and grumble, you needed your caffeine.

“I’ll be right back!” you chirp and practically skip out of the room to get your drink.

Kol bounces his leg, a bit nervous before he picks up the tube and begins to read the ingredients. He decides to open it up and squeeze a bit into his hand, just to get a feel for the texture. However, even as a thousand year old vampire he sometimes underestimates his strength which results in him squeezing over half of the tube out and onto the floor.

Kol’s eyes widen in panic just as you come back into the bathroom and see the mess on the ground.

“I didn’t mean to!” Kol quickly tries to defend himself.

You sigh, setting your drink down and reaching for a towel to wipe the mask off the ground, “How much is left in the tube?”

“A third…” Kol waits for you to rip the crab headband off his head and shove him out of the room just as Rebekah had done the other day but you don’t.

You look up at him and smile, “That’s still enough to do yours!”

Standing up, you toss the towel near the hamper and grab the tube from Kol. You squeeze a generous amount onto the scoop, gently grabbing Kol’s chin to tilt his head up.

“It’s going to be a bit cold since it’s a refrigerated mask, just a warning.”

Kol nods but still flinches when it first touches his skin. He sits quietly, just watching you as you focus on spreading the clay evenly on his face.

After a moment you finally speak up, “Klaus bought me this mask when he was dragging me and Stefan all around that summer trying to find werewolves… I practically begged him.”

“My brother kidnapped you as well?”

You shake your head, “No, no, I essentially forced him to take me when he took Stefan.”

“I do believe your exact words were ‘I’m not letting Stefan run around with a filthy mutt all summer by himself.’” Klaus announces while walking past your room, stopping for only a brief moment.

You roll your eyes and shout back, “But now we’re the best of friends!”

“You just like my credit card!”

You laugh a bit and set down the scoop you used to spread the mask around with into the sink.

“And now we wait.”

Kol nods, then asks, “So you were there when Rebekah was undaggered the first time?”

You nod, “Mhm! I was the one who taught her about todays makeup and some fashion trends! She actually tried to eat me when we first met but Klaus stopped her and now we’re thick as thieves!”

You smile fondly at the memory of helping Rebekah understand modern makeup and fashion, you explained everything to her and even did her makeup for her.

“Is it supposed to feel like my face is being frozen in place?” Kol asks, interrupting your trip down memory lane.

“Yup!”

-★-

Kol tilts his head to the side as he watches you apply something to your lips, it wasn’t the action that was confusing him, it was that there was no color.

“What is that?”

“This?” you hold up the small cylinder and he nods, “It’s called lip balm… it’s kind of like lipstick.”

“Why is there no color if it’s like lipstick?”

You shake your head, “No, no, it’s for healing your lips, it’s meant to be clear. It’s more like a medicine. It makes your lips all soft and prevents cracking and bleeding.”

Kol nods, “So it’s like… moisturizer?”

“You can think of it like that!”

After a moment you gesture for Kol to take the lip balm, “Wanna try? These ones are even flavored! This one tastes like cherry!”

Kol’s brows shoot up, “flavored?”

“Mhm! They have all different kinds! Coconut, strawberry, cotton candy—“ you cut yourself off, “oh my gosh! You’ve never had cotton candy before, have you? Oh you’ve got to try it! That’s the next thing on the list! Right after lip balm!”

Kol chuckles at your eagerness and takes the lip balm from you, cranking the bottom of it til over half of the actual lip balm was sticking out of the container. He sniffs it, as though he thinks you’re playing a trick on him when you say it's flavored.

Then very carefully he brings it up to his lips and… takes a bite out of it?

“Kol—“ you try but it’s too late.

The Mikaelson boy grimaces at the artificial waxy taste, he swallows it and glares at you, he isn’t actually mad at you and you can tell.

He gets a drink of water to wash away the taste, “You said it was flavored! That tastes God awful!”

You laugh, “Because you’re not meant to actually eat it!”

“But you said—“

You shake your head, taking back the lip balm to try and smooth out the bite marks, “C’mere.” you becken him over to invade your space.

You tilt his head down, holding his cheek as you apply the lip balm onto him. Kol stands a bit awkwardly with his hands out for about five seconds before resting them on your hips. He’s relieved when you don’t jump away from his touch. To his surprise, when you’re finished applying the lip balm, you don’t pull completely out of his hold.

“Lick your lips.” you say, smiling up at him.

Kol’s brow furrows but he follows the order nonetheless, his eyes light up when he tastes the faint cherry flavor.

“Better?” you ask.

“Much.”

“And now your lips will be super soft! Perfect for kissing!”

There’s silence for a moment and reluctantly you step out of his hold, “I’m sorry I just made that super awkward…”

“No, no, you didn’t.”

You clear your throat and hand him the lip balm, “You keep this… after all, you did take a bite out of it.”

“That I did, darling.”

-★-

It had been awhile since you had seen Kol and you hoped you had not ruined whatever little friendship you had going on with your kissing comment. It may have also been a while since you had seen him since you were avoiding the Mikaelson house to, well, avoid him. It was weird for everyone since you were always there. Rebekah had heard about what happened from both you and Kol and she was about to go crazy with the two of you dancing around each other. She demanded that Kol go talk to you since she knew you’d never get the courage to do so.

You were washing dishes in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. You dry off your hands and go to look through the peephole, there’s Kol Mikaelson, standing on your doorstep holding a large shopping bag.

You open the door and raise a brow, “What are you doing here?”

He holds up the bag to emphasize its presence, “May I come in?”

You nibble your lip, you knew if you invited him in there would be no take backs on it. You shook the thought from your head, all of the other originals (besides Finn) had access to your home. The Mikaelsons were practically family to you and Kol had been good to you.

You step aside, “Come on in.”

Kol looks around as he enters, taking in your home.

“I know it’s not nearly as fancy as your mansion but not all of us can come from billion dollar original vampire families.”

He chuckles at your comment, “It’s a nice home.”

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, just staring at each other before you cough awkwardly, unable to handle his intense gaze any longer, “What do you need Kol?”

“Oh, right, I almost forgot.” he gestures the bag towards you, urging you to take it.

You raise a brow but comply, opening the bag you find a new eyeshadow palette, the same one that he had ruined the purple in, a bottle of the fancy clay mask you use, and a number of different flavored chapsticks (including the cherry flavored one he’d taken a bite out of).

“Kol… you didn’t have to…”

“I figured I should since I practically trashed your old stuff.” he walks farther into your home, until he reaches the living room where you have reruns of your favorite television show playing.

He turns around, facing you as you rummage through all the different chapstick flavors.

A small smile appears on his face, “Maybe we could try them all?”

Your eyes widen, “You want to open all of them?”

“Well, maybe not all but a few… I have an idea, what if you put them on and I’ll guess the flavor…”

Your brows furrow as you open one of the lip balms and begin applying it, “That doesn’t even make sense, they’d be on my lips not yours!”

Kol lets out a chuckle at your statement and you just become even more confused.

“Bloody hell, you’re oblivious.”

“Wha—“

Kol cuts you off by connecting your lips in a short but very sweet kiss. He pulls away, looking at your expression to make sure Rebekah hadn’t been lying to him about you having a crush on him. His worries disappear when you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in again. His hands find your hips, pulling you flush to him as he begins to nibble on your lip. He pulls away again, resting his forehead against yours, allowing you both to catch your breath.

“Coconut.” he says suddenly.

“What?”

“The flavor,” he clarifies, “It’s coconut.”

You remove your arms from his neck and look at the lip balm in your hands, “Oh you so totally cheated!”

“I did no such thing!”

“The coconut one doesn’t even taste like coconut!”

“Okay… maybe I peeked just a little.”

“Kol Mikaelson!”

You both begin to laugh before Kol smirks cheekily at you, pulling you impossibly close, “Next lip balm? I promise I won't peek this time.”

#kit kat writes <3 #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x y/n #kol mikaelson x you #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #the cw #tvdu #tvd #fluff #x reader #kol mikealson x reader

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lilaccmilk · 1 year ago

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If you think I'm pretty, lay your hands on me.

(know you can't stop thinkin' 'bout it)

rich vampire bf! goes feral after you ask his opinion while lingerie shopping; contains: smut obv, vampire stuff(blood drinking, fangs), mention of aphrodisiac

You were out shopping. After shopping for the clothes and all, you decided to buy lingerie. Confused on which one buy, you decided to send pictures of you in both lingeries to your boyfriend who was at work; asking him for his opinion.

First mistake.

He texted you to buy them both. “But it’s expensive babe” you said to the man monster. He scoffed and asked you to buy them both using his card. “Fine then. I’ll be sure to show everything that I bought to you tonight!! Like a fashion show!” you exclaimed.

Second mistake.

Your boyfriend encouraged you to buy more but you shot down that idea. “Lemme continue shopping now, bye, love you” you hung up the phone.

Returning home, you took a bath and wore your boyfriend’s hoodie.

Third mistake.

He loved seeing you in his clothes, liking how they were oversized on you. You being covered in his scent was another thing that calmed the beast inside of him. You hear the opening of door and rushed to greet your boyfriend. He said nothing but just inhaled your scent, pulling you closer.

“Go freshen up!! Have to show you the dresses” you excitedly said, “Hm sure, start with the lingerie f’me yeah?” He spoke in a strained voice, as if holding himself back.

A while later, he was sitting on the bed, waiting patiently. You tried on the flimsy clothing—as if it could be called that. You laughed to yourself. You had sent a picture of you in a different coloured one, but as a surprise you got it in your boyfriend’s favourite colour — royal blue. You stepped out in front of him and looked at him expectantly. “How is it?” You give him a twirl.

Fourth and final mistake. All of these mistakes now tumble down from the edge upon you and you’ve got the consequence, in the form of your vampire lover.

You barely turn to face him again, before a snarl rips put of his throat and in an instant he’s picking you up and throwing you on the bed, with a sense of utter urgency.

“Fucking hell, been teasing me all day, sending pictures of you dolled up and pretty while I’m at work” he grunts out staring at you with eyes darkened by lust. For a moment he looks more like an incubus than a vampire. But when he leans to kiss your neck, marking you as his, his sharp fangs grazing your skin, clear all your doubts. He sinks them into your neck, drinking your blood. The aphrodisiac in his fangs enter your bloodstream, making your mind hazy and overcome with clouds of lust.

He gets out of his clothes, resuming the assault on his neck. You writhe in pleasure and —rip!

You gasp as the lace fabric tears open like paper in the hands of your boyfriend. “That was expensive” you say in shock. “I’ll buy you ten more.” He grits out, “Focus on me.”

He runs his finger through your clit, “Haven’t even done anything and you’re so wet f’me?” He muses and brings his cock in line with your cunt. He slowly slides himself in you, letting out a low hiss and the tightness and warmth.

Without waiting for you to adjust, he starts thrusting himself at a brutal pace. “What were you thinking princess? That you can rile me up and be left unmarked?—hah!” He pants out between thrusts.

“Didn’t -hngg-mean to rile you up-ah” you pant out pathetically. All your thoughts leaking out of you and onto his cock. “But you did my love” he growled. He loved you sure, but right now he was fucking you like he doesn’t.

He looks like he is in a trance, watching his cock piston in and out, in and out, in–

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” He ‘s got you in a mating press, your knees all the way over to your chest. You feel flames of pleasure lick up your insides, trying to bring you over the edge. It doesn’t help that the words from your boyfriend make you feel lewd.

“This pussy was –hah– made to be mine. You were made to be mine.” One last thrust and pleasure washes over you in overwhelming waves. Thick ropes of cum fill your pussy. You pant heavily, feeling tired.

By the time you think that he is done with you, you look like you’ve been thrown to the wolves. But no— he is a vampire— a creature of the night. And the night has only just begun. You riled up the beast and now you have to deal with the consequences.

my ancestors must be feeling real proud of me rn 😌

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marsian-tango · 7 months ago

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Yandere Vampire

Finally! Your friends and you have saved up enough money to make a trip. Europe is such a vast continent. So much culture, food, and landscapes. You’ve worked so hard to fulfill this dream, everything is finally paying off!

But you don’t want to be like the typical tourists, you crave for something more than just Paris or London. So when one of your friends hears about a recently renovated Romanian castle where you can stay…

Well, how could you refuse?

It’s in the middle of the woods, there’s barely any signal, and you’re starting to get a weird vibe from all this. But don’t you worry! It’s so calm here, just relax! It’s just you, your friends, and the owner that hasn’t shown himself yet.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Yandere! Vampire who decided to take some advantage of this modern time and its technologies. He doesn’t need to leave the comforts of his home to find food anymore, he can just lure the dumb tourists to stay in his castle instead! All he has to do is tidy the place a bit. Get rid of some of the skeletons. Shooing the spiders away. Cleaning the dry blood. It’s a bit confusing though, he’s not entirely sure how to create a website and all. But he’s a grown man. He just turned 215, he’ll manage!

Yandere! Vampire who smiles darkly from the shadows, watching you and your friends entering his domain. Completely unaware of the fate that awaits you inside. At last, he’s been asleep for so many years, and his appetite is ablaze! He can’t wait to ravish on your blood and your screams.

Yandere! Vampire who likes to play with his food, and who seems particularly interested in you. Your friends are alright and all. But you, sweet, oblivious, little thing. You just seem so…different. He watches you from afar, and a strange feeling seems to unravel inside of him when he does. How peculiar. He might let you all live just a little longer. After all, he needs to find out what this feeling is.

Yandere! Vampire who enjoys seeing you walk through his garden. You like to explore the castle when it’s dark, you look so peaceful and at ease. You crouching down to smell the flowers that he planted himself throughout the years. The soft smile that spreads across your face. The way the moonlight covers your delicate form. Oh, you absolute minx. You can’t possibly be so effortlessly…bewitching. You must be doing it on purpose.

Yandere! Vampire who, at the end of the day, knows that you are just a tourist. You leave the castle with your friends, looking to take in all the beauty that this country can offer. You want to visit other places, and he can’t blame you for that. But he just loathes not having you in his line of sight. He’s had enough of that. So can you really blame him when he locks the doors of the castle? Is it really his fault when he purposely leaves your friends out, just so he can be alone with you? Is it?

Yandere! Vampire who shows himself to you for the first time while you were trying to break a window to escape. Poor you, you’re terrified. You don’t know what's going on, your friends are all outside, you just want to leave— Are those fangs you’re seeing?

Yandere! Vampire who kisses your forehead gently before trapping you in his bedroom, locking the door. Leaving your trembling form all alone, with an expression of bewilderment still present in your face. As he makes his way to your friends, eager to hear their cries of pain and satiate his hunger.

Yandere! Vampire who decides to keep you as his eternal lover. Bathing you in his love and devotion while you try to get away from his suffocating presence, but to no avail. You fight against his grip, you scream until your throat aches, and you break all the gifts that he offers you. You’re relentless, but he doesn’t mind. He has all eternity to make you love him. Or to tire you out at least.

Yandere! Vampire who rarely sleeps, but when he does, he does it right next to you. Oh, he just loves cuddling your warm body. Although he prefers his coffin, you seem to be less grumpy when he cuddles you in bed, so he accommodates himself to your likings sometimes. It isn’t much of a change, you still try to break free from his hold, writhing and tossing all the time. But careful there, he might end up chaining you to the bed if you keep that up! So be good and stay still for him, will you?

Yandere! Vampire who you simply can’t stand! He killed your friends, he trapped you here, he doesn’t stop hovering you. Can’t he see that you don’t want this?! A little trip. That’s all it was supposed to be. But now you’re here, with an over affectionate vampire, trying to escape every single day and failing every single time. Is God mad at you? What the hell did you do? Was it that lollipop that you stole when you were 7?

Yandere! Vampire who has a thing for dressing you in Victorian clothing. There’s just something about seeing you in such high status clothing that entrances him. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't dislike your modern clothes. Especially those shorts that you wear sometimes. Heavens, are you trying to seduce him with those? Because it’s working.

Yandere! Vampire who rewards your good behavior by letting you walk around the castle, giving you the illusion of privacy and peace that you constantly pray for. But he’s always watching you. He’s a creature of the shadows after all, his figure remains hidden in the darkness. You may not see him, but he certainly sees you…

Yandere! Vampire who ponders about turning you into a vampire like him. He wants you. He’s been alone for so many years. Twisting your entire existence just so he can remain with you forever isn’t something that he minds. You’re everything he needs, and he can give you everything you need. Living for eternity shouldn’t be a punishment, not if you have someone to share that eternity with. Perhaps he could let you live some more years, he doesn’t want to lose your lovely warmth yet. Maybe he should have a child with you first? A child would create an unbreakable bond between you two, and it’d be nice to see a little kid with his eyes and your bad temper running around the castle.

Yandere! Vampire who will never let you go...

Here's another little thing for everyone who wants to read it! I felt really inspired today. The last post did well, so I just felt like I NEEDED to write more. It's as if I had gotten posseded, I'm not sure how I wrote all this! I'll make a part two for this or the Yandere Alien if you want me to. Kisses <3

#yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc #reader insert #yandere vampire #male yandere #x reader #yandere x darling

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sleeplessdove · 7 months ago

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— twist the knife

♡ ghostface! e. williams x fem! reader

synopsis: just how much cruelty is your girlfriend capable of?

a/n: old fic while i work on vampire!ellie stuff …

warnings: DARK THEMES! - toxic relationships, murder, death, im serious she is on a killing spree, masked killers, name calling, mocking, tormenting, ellie & r! are in college, fighting, verbal arguments, breaking and entering, crying, begging, threats of violence, many of said threats are carried out, pet names, knife usage, blood, hair pulling, falling, smacking, a gun again who else is shocked, forced affection & apologies, r! gets eaten out, fingering (r! receiving), mentions of love cause why not, gun fucking ... guys im sorry, blackmail, photos with a lack of consent, and lots more !

wc: 9.6k

Even with the calm sound of the leaves rustling from the light breeze, you couldn’t help but continue to look back over your shoulder to ensure that no one was behind you.

It was a nervous habit you had picked up after the murders began in your small town. You felt as if there was no amount of caution that would protect you from the psycho killer that was brutally ending innocent lives.

The thoughts had flooded your mind so much that you had momentarily forgotten your girlfriend was right beside you, her fingers interlaced with your own as she carried out her usual routine of walking you home after classes were over.

Your head was still turned back so that you could observe the people walking behind you, only being met with the sight of a students who you had seen around campus a few times. Ellie must have been trying to get your attention for a while, as she finally waved her hand in front of your face to snap you out of your trance.

“Jesus fucking christ, I thought you were listening to me that whole time. Did you hear anything I said?” she questioned, a light chuckle leaving her lips despite her harsh words. Your eyes widened in the slightest when her voice finally reached you, flinching momentarily since you hadn’t expected the sudden sound.

Ellie quickly snapped her head back in the direction you had previously been looking in, her brows furrowing to convey her confusion before looking back at you. “You’re acting like we have a stalker or something. Do you know something I don't?” she asked in her usual joking tone, your body relaxing in the slightest from how at ease Ellie seemed.

“M’ sorry for not listening, I’m just a little scared— you know? All the people who have been killed are people we knew” you mumbled, lowering your gaze towards the orange leaves that were scattered all along the sidewalk. Ellie couldn’t stop the light scoff that passed her lips, almost seeming too relaxed despite the fact that you were absolutely right.

“We didn’t know them that well” she added swiftly, a slight smile creeping onto her lips before she spoke once more. “Plus, it's not all bad. Classes are canceled till those dumbass cops can figure out what the fuck is going on. And considering the fact that they only know what costume the killer is wearing, we probably won’t have to worry about classes for the rest of the year” she blurted without the slightest bit of hesitation.

It wasn’t unlike Ellie to be so sarcastic but you couldn't shake the nerves that were flooding your body, a small frown appearing on your lips despite her attempt to ease the tension. “S’ not like they’re gonna be missed anyways. Those jock assholes got what was coming to them. Shit, maybe we should be thanking ghostfa—” she began, although her words never managed to connect in your mind.

You were far too distracted, as you had finally looked up at Ellie only to notice the slightest bit of blood seeping from a small gash that was covered by her hair. “Oh my god, what happened?” you questioned in a worried tone, your brows knitting together as you let go of her hand so you could try to observe her injury. With careful movements, you pushed her hair back only to find that the wound was far worse than you thought.

There was a purplish hue surrounding it, dried blood having collected into the roots of her auburn hair. You couldn’t understand why you hadn’t noticed it earlier, only being brought out of your thoughts when Ellie pulled your hand away from her face ever so gently. “S’ nothing serious, baby. Just got into a little disagreement with someone yesterday” she muttered in a careless manner, trying to play it off as smoothly as possible.

It wasn’t as if it was the most incomprehensible idea, as Ellie was known for her short temper and rather aggressive approach to resolving issues. However, that didn’t stop the small pout from appearing on your features, your eyes still lingering on the cut as you spoke. “You told me you were going to stop getting into fights” you huffed, not taking hold of her hand before you continued to walk in the direction of your home.

Ellie was quick to follow after you, catching up to you before you could get too far from her. “I said I would try to stop getting into fights. There is a big difference” she retorted, wrapping her arm around your waist before using the back of her free hand to wipe off the smallest bit of blood that had dripped down her forehead. You only rolled your eyes at her words, grumbling a soft “whatever” in reply.

The two of you had finally reached your home just as Ellie was about to make another excuse, and you were already pulling away from her so that you could make your way inside without her. Ellie wasn’t having any of that, pulling you back rather roughly so that you were facing her. “Can I come over later tonight, bun? I was thinkin’ maybe we could watch a scary movie together” she muttered, attempting to make you forget the fact that you were upset with her.

It didn’t work all that well, as you shook your head quickly at the request. “Not tonight” you sighed, squirming in the slightest from how tightly she was holding you. Ellie didn’t seem pleased with your reply, her sweet demeanor dropping completely as a frown took the place of her previous smile. “Why not? Are you seeing someone else tonight?” she questioned in an accusing manner, her grip only tightening as you tried to get her to ease up.

“No— I am not having anyone else over tonight” you scoffed, looking at her with an unamused expression. “I already told you that my parents are gone for the whole week and you know their rules” you began, only to be cut off by a low groan leaving Ellie’s lips. “No having your girlfriend over after dark” she mocked the rule your parents had made up the minute the two of you began dating, her voice making her irritation evident.

You shot her a quick glare but nodded your head nonetheless, watching as Ellie tried to find the right words to convince you to just disobey your parents this one time. “How would they even know? Promise I won’t tell on you” she said with a cocky smile, as she had lied to your parents faces countless times after helping you sneak out at night to come over to her place.

“I can’t take any chances after they caught you coming in through the window last week, Els. They still have me on house arrest for that” you whined in reply, not wanting to fight with Ellie about this any longer.

Ellie’s reaction was anything but sweet, as she rolled her eyes and finally released the hold she had on you rather carelessly so that you stumbled in the slightest. “I don’t fucking get it— you’re in college and they treat you like you’re still just a kid” she grumbled, not at all pleased with the fact that you always insisted on following their rules.

Your eyes narrowed at her words, a small sigh leaving your lips as you took in Ellie’s annoyed expression. You usually made an effort to not bicker with her over small things but she had been frustrating you more than usual as of late.

With the way she was constantly ignoring your calls and clearly lying about what she had been doing these past few nights, you knew something was up. You were just as upset as she was and you should’ve bitten your tongue and shoved it down as you usually did, but you just couldn’t.

“Not all of us can do whatever we want to, Ellie. Don’t try to give me shit just because you don’t have anyone back at home to give you rules to follow” you spat without thinking, your eyes widening the moment the words left your lips.

It had been almost a year since Ellie’s only father figure, Joel, had been killed, the case never being solved which had left your girlfriend with a massive sense of resentment towards everyone and everything. She rarely opened up about it to you, but you already knew how much it ate away at her.

It was a low blow but it was all you had in that moment. You just wanted to shut her up or maybe just piss her off enough that she finally explained her strange behavior. Despite your nervous expression, you stood your ground and offered her no apologies for your words.

Ellie had momentarily gone silent— her lack of response putting you on edge as you awaited her reaction. People continued passing the two of you by as you stood in front of your home, the soft buzz of their conversation sounding far away due to the deafening silence Ellie had left you with.

Her previous expression already showed her irritation, but once your words finally set in it changed rapidly. A little crease appeared between her brows, her breathing suddenly becoming uneven as she looked down at your unremorseful expression.

It was a strange sight, as Ellie was always quick to find some hurtful reply to hit you with before you could even blink. She leaned back for a moment as if to take you in before moving in closer, her nails digging into her own palms as she clenched her fists at her sides.

Your body was tingling with nerves, your eyes darting around every inch of Ellie’s infuriated expression. Her stare alone filled you with guilt and you tried to finally push some sort of apology out, but she was quick to cut you off.

“You are such a fucking cunt” she spat, the disgust in her tone so prominent that you felt beyond humiliated. Over the course of your relationship with Ellie, you had grown accustomed to her outbursts. Whether it be calling you names or her picking a fight with you for absolutely no reason— she always found a way to piss you off. And yet this time it felt so different, as you had never dared to talk back to her before.

Ellie backed up after she spoke, her piercing gaze tearing you apart so that you were left feeling embarrassed and exposed as you stood before her. “You always pull shit like this. Someone needs to teach you to stop running your fucking mouth” she said in a low tone, not even giving you a chance to reply before she started walking away from your home so that she could get back to her own.

For a moment you acted on instinct, taking a small step to follow after her. You snapped out of it after you moved, only letting your eyes trail after her as she moved away. On any other occasion you would have pleaded for her forgiveness, but you were done with putting up with her constant shifts in mood.

It felt as if you weren’t even in control of your body as you moved towards your home, unlocking the door with a blank expression on your face while your mind ran rampant over how Ellie had spoken to you. She had reacted differently than she usually would, as she had a tendency to raise her voice just to prove a point. And yet, she had kept an eerily calm demeanor as she spoke down to you.

Some part of you wished she would have yelled or made some sort of empty threat, as her quiet reaction left you feeling nauseous. You knew dwelling on it wouldn’t make it any better, a soft huff leaving your lips as you dropped your bag on the side of the couch so that you could lay down.

You turned on the television to have some background noise while you checked your phone, the news playing quietly as you fought with yourself on whether or not to text Ellie. Your thumb hovered over her contact, a frustrated groan leaving your lips before you shoved your phone between one of the couch cushions in an attempt to keep yourself from even thinking about speaking to her.

Ellie was the one who had started all of this— not you. She was the one who had been disappearing for hours on end with pathetic excuses as to where she had been. You didn’t owe her anything, even if you had momentarily slipped up and said something hurtful. She had said absolutely vile things to you countless times and you never reacted the way she did.

If she really wanted to fix whatever the fuck was happening between the two of you, she would just do it. You couldn’t make excuses for her anymore, as you had grown tired of her constant anger.

You were a bit dazed as you stared at the screen in front of you, the low volume making it hard for you to understand what they were even saying. It was as if your mental exhaustion was manifesting into something physical, as your eyelids were heavy with the need for sleep. There was no way you could be bothered to close the curtains in your living room, your eyes fluttering closed as you continued to think about Ellie.

Maybe this was for the best— the relationship you shared with her was anything but sweet. There was always something off about Ellie that you couldn’t quite discern and in all honesty, you were somewhat scared of her. You loved her a little too much and you had spent too long making excuses for her.

This whole argument had blown up in your face, and even as you drifted off you couldn’t help but think about how this was beginning to seem like a means to an end.

Your heart was slamming against your chest as you were abruptly woken up by the loud ringing of your phone sounding throughout the dark living room. The only other noise within the space was the quiet hum of the tv, your eyes flickering towards the bright screen to try and focus on what was playing.

With squinted eyes you read the breaking news title that read ‘GHOSTFACE STRIKES AGAIN!’ in crimson lettering, the vibrant red and blue police lights flashing on screen as they played a live feed of what was going on.

The sight alone had you sitting up straight, your phone long forgotten as you scrambled to find the remote. You held down the volume button so that you could turn it up, leaning your body towards the TV as the newscasters described the situation at hand. It was hard to make out the words in your sleepy state, your fist coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes as you did your best to listen.

You could only make out a few words—- a real life horror movie, another tragedy, gruesome, unlike anything we have seen before, and yet another college student has been lost. All of the words sounded strung together and they left you feeling uneasy, your eyes zeroing in on the screen so that you could get more details that would inevitably lead to you being paranoid all night.

A shiver ran through your body from how cold the room was, your eyes finally flickering away from the screen so that you were looking at the window closest to where you were sitting. The thin curtains moved with the small breeze that was passing through, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin.

Why can’t you remember opening that window?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing once more, the sudden disruption making you let out a soft gasp. After you realized what the sound was, you let out somewhat of a nervous laugh at how dramatic you were being over the whole situation.

There had to be an explanation for the window— as you did have a tendency to be rather forgetful and the phone calls were more than likely just scams.

Nonetheless, you shifted around so that you could shove your hand between the sofa cushions, finally managing to yank your phone out so that you could find out who was insisting you at such a late hour. You were given no satiation to your curiosity, as you were greeted with the sight of No Caller ID instead of an actual number.

It still provided you with a sense of relief, although some part of you had been hoping that Ellie was the one who had been so insistent on you picking up her calls. You declined the call, as you had seen too many horror movies thanks to your girlfriend's love for slasher flicks— and you refused to end up like those girls who die within the first 15 minutes since they pick up some unknown phone call.

You dropped your phone back down onto the couch, doing your best to continue to listen to the news report as you made your way towards the window. Your hands were just about to push the window closed but you were distracted by what sounded like footsteps coming from inside your house. The sound made you whip your head back, your breath picking up within a split second.

Fear was tingling throughout your entire body, your fingertips suddenly feeling numb as they pressed lightly against the window. The sound had disappeared just as quickly as it had come and for a moment you were able to convince yourself that it had just been some sort of hallucination. You had already been a little paranoid after seeing the latest breaking news and it was halloween time— of course you were bound to scare yourself a bit.

Just as the tension was leaving your body, the silence was broken by your phone ringing once more. You flinched in the slightest from how startled you were, a quiet curse leaving your lips as you discarded your previous task to grab your phone instead.

It was another blocked number and you momentarily thought about declining it once more, but curiosity was beginning to get the best of you. Against your better judgment, you accepted the call and pressed your phone against your ear.

“Hello?” you called out in a meek voice, the quiet sound of breathing on the other side of the line being the only greeting when you first spoke. “Who is this?” the voice questioned, sounding somewhat distorted but you assumed it was just your shitty phone service. “Well who are you trying to reach?” you asked in return, settling down onto the couch.

A low chuckle sounded from your phone, the person who was speaking to you seeming surprised by your question. “If you tell me your name, I’ll tell you who I’m trying to talk to” the disembodied voice quipped— and for a moment you could have sworn the person's voice was familiar. A light scoff left your lips, far too tired to stay on the phone with a creep who has nothing better to do than bother you.

“Sorry dude, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Take it easy” you muttered in reply, already pulling your phone away from your ear so that they had no time to respond. You set your phone on the coffee table so that you close the window, your hands slamming down the window harshly enough that the sound of it seemed to reverberate through the eerily silent house for far longer than it should’ve.

Just as you picked up your phone so that you could head upstairs to get to your bedroom, your phone began to buzz. You were growing frustrated with the calls now, your eyes narrowing as the lack of caller ID made itself known once more. For whatever reason, you picked up the phone once more and you were greeted by what you could only assume was the same voice of the person who was speaking to you before. “Why don’t you want to talk to me?” the voice questioned, their tone sounding a bit mocking which only added to your frustration. “Not a big fan of talking to strangers on the phone” you shot back quickly, your eyes focusing on the stairway that was just a few feet away.

“There's no way you want to be left alone though” they said calmly, not giving you any space to add another snarky remark before they continued. “I mean, you’re all alone in that big house on the corner. Now that just can’t be safe for a scared little thing like you” they breathed, the words coming out so nonchalant that if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would have missed what was right in front of you.

Your eyes widened once her words finally set in, your head immediately turning back to look at the window you had closed moments ago. “What did you just say?” you asked in a meek voice, your lips parting in the slightest so you could breathe a bit easier as your heart pounded against your chest. “Do you really need me to repeat myself, princess?” they questioned and this time you knew you had heard this voice before. Their condescending tone was something you had heard countless times, yet who had been the person to speak to you in such a way was barely on the tip of your tongue.

Within a second of the fear finally taking over every last bit of your body, your finger was roughly pressing against your phone screen to end the call. You dropped your phone back onto the couch as if it was some sort of cursed object, your body seeming to move without your permission as you started rushing to each window you were near to make sure they were locked. It took a moment for you to gain enough courage to peer in the direction of the front door, the lock perfectly in place much to your relief.

There wasn’t any time to relax, as your phone continued to ring as you moved around your home. It was all too overwhelming, the sound of the television mixing with the sound of your ringtone to create a garbled mess that only added to your already agitated state. You could feel a headache taking form as you practically tiptoed back towards the living room to avoid making an unnecessary noise.

You knew it was idiotic to pick up a call from someone who practically confessed to knowing where you lived but some part of you was convinced you could still beg them to leave you alone. With shaky movements, you answered the call and backed yourself into the corner of the room so that you wouldn’t have to worry about someone coming up from behind you.

“It’s a little too late to be making sure the house is all locked up, don’t you think?” the voice began the moment you pressed your phone to your ear, your whole body shaking from the shiver that overtook you. They were in your fucking house— and they were watching you. Before you had picked up the call you had the slightest bit of hope that this person was playing some kind of sick joke, but there was no way they could’ve just guessed what you were doing so easily. “Jeez, you’re already watching my latest hit. You must be a big fan of my work, huh?” they added on, clearly referencing the horrific news story that you had previously been engrossed in.

Your chest began to heave as they revealed that they were the one person you feared the most, your nerves twisting with your rising frustration to create an awful mix of emotions that tore at your insides. “Listen asshole, my girlfriend is coming over any minute and she will kick your ass!” you lied, practically shouting into the phone although your voice shook in the slightest despite your attempt to sound intimidating. It wasn’t as if the person in your home knew what plans you had for the night, right?

“Oh no, not your girlfriend! I'm so scared” the killer said in a sarcastic tone, seeming completely unphased by your threat. Your brows furrowed at their reply, as you were done being toyed with. You took one final look at your surroundings to ensure there was no ghostly figure that was about to jump out at you before you sprinted towards the kitchen, your gaze landing on the set of large kitchen knives that sat on top of the kitchen counter.

The space was only lit up by the moon that was shining through the window but you didn’t want to slow down to turn on the lights, your hand reaching for the largest knife and extending it outwards rather clumsily as if it would protect you from the invisible force you were fighting against. “Fuck you” you spat into the phone, already pulling the phone away from your face so that you could call the cops and get the fuck out of the house but your actions were quickly halted.

“If you hang up on me one more time, I swear to god I will gut you like a fucking fish” they seethed, the threat making your hand tremble in the slightest as you brought the phone to your ear once more. It was as if all those horror movies you watched with Ellie countless times had taught you nothing, as all you could do was stand completely still while every part of your brain screamed at you to run out of the house as fast as you possibly could.

The moment of silence was filled by the sound of creaking that now sounded as if it was coming from somewhere near you, your breath hitching in your throat as your grip on the large knife tightened. You couldn’t keep up a strong facade any longer, hot tears rolling down your cheeks before you could make any attempt to conceal them. Soft sniffles were all you could offer, as you weren’t exactly sure that speaking first was the best idea after the last words they had spoken to you.

“Look at you, following my directions nice n’ easy. Your girlfriend must’ve trained you to behave so well” the distorted voice cooed, almost managing to sound truly affectionate. You let out a pitiful cry at the menacing words, the fight between you and Ellie that had occurred earlier in the day filling your mind. If you had just let her come over, none of this would be happening. All you could see was the look of sheer anger that had overtaken Ellie’s features when you had spewed those hurtful words to her and you would give anything to be able to take it all back. Tonight could’ve been spent curled up at her side on the couch with some cheesy horror movie playing on tv but instead, you were living in one.

You just wanted to hear Ellie’s voice at this moment, to have her tell you what to do to defend yourself. She was always telling you that you needed to be able to fend for yourself but you had never taken her seriously and now you were left with the overwhelming consequence of your actions. The thoughts had consumed you so much that you hadn’t even given a proper reply, although your silence didn’t seem to offend the person on the other side of the phone.

“What? Got nothin’ to say now, baby? I wanted to hear more about that girlfriend of yours but you can’t even speak properly” they muttered in a false tone of disappointment, a small sigh passing their lips before continuing on. “How about we play a little game? If you win, I’ll leave you alone— but if you get it wrong, m’ gonna have to kill you” they spoke in a relaxed tone, making your death sound as if it was going to be nothing more than a chore to them.

“I don’t want to play any games with you— please, just leave me alone. I won’t tell anyone about this, I swear” you pleaded, hiccups interrupting your words as you continued to cry. You were desperate to stop the tears, as they were blurring your vision further which made it practically impossible to see anything around you as you stood in the dark kitchen. A light scoff sounded from the phone which caused you to jump in the slightest, every little thing now scaring you beyond belief.

“Well if you really don’t want to play, I’ll just have to kill you. It takes the fun out of it for me but if that's how you want to do it—” the voice began to taunt you once more and you were quick to cut them off, shaking your head feverishly as if they could see you, and in all honesty they probably could see you. “No, I’ll play!” you practically shouted, praying that whatever game they chose would be somewhat fair.

Your eyes were darting around the dark space around you as if someone would jump out at any moment, your heart beating so harshly against your chest that you were almost positive it would burst through in a few seconds if you didn’t calm down. “Alright, make sure to listen cause I really don’t like repeating myself. There's four closets in your house, so go ahead and guess which one I’m in” they demanded, their confession of being inside already making your blood run cold.

It was completely unfair to make you think at a time like this, your mind so muddled that you were practically whining at their question. How the fuck were you supposed to know where they were? You knew there was no chance of you making it out alive if you didn’t at least try to guess where they were hiding. It was only a little while ago that you had heard creaking downstairs— or was it upstairs? A frustrated groan left your lips, your shaking hand lowering the knife as you tried to think back to the moment when you had heard it.

“Upstairs! You’re upstairs in my bedroom closet, the room on the left” you blurted without thinking it through, your eyes widening as you realized you had just taken your life into your own hands. “Ah— so close! But still wrong” they shot back quickly and you were almost positive they were smiling as they spoke.

You were full blown sobbing now, raising your arm so that the knife was facing away from you once more as you tried to figure out what to do. There was a chance that they were still in the other closet that was upstairs which meant you could hang up on them, call the police, and run like hell before they had the chance to catch up to you. Or they could already be downstairs and there was no time to call the police. You remained silent as the options ran through your mind, the killer never once interrupting your train of thought which you were rather grateful for.

After what seemed like hours of contemplating every little detail, you took a deep breath in and checked your surroundings one last time. Darkness seemed to consume all that you could see and that only caused your adrenaline to rise further. Your movements were done so quickly that you hadn’t even registered what you were doing until you were ending the call, shoving your phone into your back pocket before you took off towards the front door as quickly as you possibly could.

You weren’t even wearing any shoes but you couldn’t be bothered to care with your life on the line, the knife you were holding remained in front of you in a defensive manner as you moved through your home. The front door was in your line of sight and it was so close— you could practically feel the cool autumn air that was waiting for you just outside the door. You were so close to being free, your tears continuing to fall but from relief rather than fear.

This fucked up night could finally be over and you wouldn’t stop running until your lungs gave out on you. All you could think of was Ellie as you reached for the doorknob, already imagining how worried she would be when you told her about everything that happened tonight. Your hand was mere inches from the door, your fingertips barely grazing the cool metal of the doorknob before your motions were disrupted by the sound of a door swinging open.

The cloaked figure lunged at you the moment they came into view, the sight of the white mask filling you with utter terror as they dragged you away from the door. You were screaming as loud as possible, doing your best to alert your neighbors about what was going on. They were far stronger than you were despite the strength provided by your adrenaline, as they were able to grasp your wrist so that you were unable to make any attempts to swipe at them with the knife you were holding onto. Before you could realize what the killer was doing, they grabbed your phone from your back pocket and slammed it against the ground so that it was reduced to a shattered mess that you were left unable to use.

You were squirming around relentlessly, trying to free yourself from the bruising grip they had on you. They had gotten you pinned up against the wall to the side of the front door, knocking the last bit of air out of your lungs from how forceful they were being. It had taken an incredible amount of energy for you to finally manage to free one of your wrists from the hold they had on it, although it was devoid of any weapon.

Your hand raised towards the ghostly mask, half expecting ghostface to kill you right then and there for making an attempt to find out who they really were and yet they made no effort to stop your movements. You finally grasped the bottom of the mask, a pained squeak leaving your lips as their gloved hands dug into your soft flesh to keep you in place. In one swift motion, you managed to pull the mask off completely and you were greeted with a gut wrenching sight.

“Surprise, baby!” Ellie said in an all too cheery tone, her voice sounding a bit breathy from having to fight to keep you still. Her usually gentle features were splattered with blood, the metallic scent filling your nose due to how close she was to your own face. Her last victim must have gotten her mask off just as she sealed their doom, as that could be the only explanation for how she had managed to become covered in their blood. She must have come straight from her last kill— the one you had just viewed on tv.

It felt as if your world had just caved in or even exploded, you really couldn’t decide. Finding words after realizing your girlfriend was the one person you should’ve feared the most was a rather hard task, your lips parting countless times to speak and yet no words came out. Your tears had ceased to fall as you took in her slightly amused expression, your shaky hand dropping the mask onto the floor as your mind ran a mile a minute. Despite the overwhelming fear you felt, the sense of betrayal was far too much for you to keep down and it gave you just enough momentum to finally do something.

“You fucking liar” you spat, thinking of all the times Ellie had insisted that she had simply had her phone on silent or had fallen asleep early when you didn’t hear from her for hours at a time. You had confided in her about the fear you felt about all the murders that were happening in town and she had soothed you each time, insisting that she would be there to protect you if anything were to go wrong.

All the while, she was the one who had been causing you so many sleepless nights and she was the person who had taken so many innocent lives. A sick smile was beginning to take form on Ellie’s lips after you had spoken and you could already tell she was about to give you some sort of snarky reply. Her grip on you had relaxed ever so slightly since she believed you were too frightened to do anything and you knew this may be your only opportunity to get away from her.

Just as she was parting her lips to speak to you, you mustered up all your strength to tug your wrist up enough so that your hand that was still gripping the knife could make contact with her skin. You couldn’t reach very far due to her quickly realizing what you were trying to do, a grunt leaving her lips as she attempted to keep you still but she was too late. With a quick movement, you were able to make a swipe at her arm that was still making an attempt to hold you, blood rushing to the surface of her skin within the blink of an eye.

Ellie released you once the warm liquid began to drip down her arm, instinctively bringing a hand up to cover her wound before she could think about what she was doing. You didn’t wait to get her full reaction, sliding from where she had you pinned against the wall and running as if your life depended on it— and at this moment, it really did. Soft whimpers left your lips as you desperately tried to think of somewhere to hide before she caught up with you, your hand taking hold of the door leading into the garage the second she began calling out your name.

You hid behind the door, the knife still held tightly in your right hand while you clasped your other over your own mouth. Keeping your breaths quiet seemed almost impossible but you couldn‘t risk having any slip ups. The door was left slightly ajar on purpose, as you needed to be able to see Ellie as she moved throughout the house so you could make sure she was out of the way before you tried to get back to the front door.

Her cloaked figure was moving slowly, your name leaving her lips tauntingly as she suppressed the pained groans she so desperately wanted to let out. You had managed to cut her fairly deep and the blood soaking into her cheap halloween costume was direct proof of that. “Get out here you fucking coward” she seethed, her head whipping back towards your direction when you accidentally let out a sound of surprise at her loud voice booming throughout the home.

Your eyes widened at the realization of your mistake, squeezing your eyes shut momentarily as if it would make Ellie disappear completely. “If you come out now, I promise to play nice” she lied in a sickeningly sweet tone, her eyes narrowing as she got closer towards the very door you were standing behind. Her footsteps were heavy as she made her way towards you, your eyes beginning to well with tears once more as she got closer. For a moment you couldn’t tell what she was doing, as she had stopped so she could take off the black cloak completely. Wearing only a black tank top and jeans, you could now see that her body was littered with bruises, the gash you had just given her smudging her arm a dark red from her cloak pressing against her skin.

Ellie had been wearing her hoodies constantly these last few weeks but you hadn’t thought anything of it, as the chilly weather was enough to explain it away. But it explained why she had been keeping her clothes on the last few times she had managed to get you alone, always insisting that she just wanted to make you feel good. She would have you completely bare while she remained fully covered and you had never even given it a second thought. You wished that you would’ve paid more attention to all the signs pointing to her being the culprit, yet there was no way you could have ever guessed that she would even be capable of such heinous crimes.

After taking in her injured form, you watched her hand move towards her back pocket so she could pull something out. You could see something else that was tucked in the back of her jeans but you didn’t have enough time to get a look at it, as the sound of her switchblade flicking open had you focusing your attention back on her hand that now wielded the weapon. You felt as if the breath in your lungs was being stolen from you, your body backing up slightly so you could press yourself against the wall in the hopes that she wouldn’t see you.

Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, a noise cut through the silence that sounded like a dish clattering. You did your best to not make a single sound as she turned away from you, clearly believing that you were the one who had made the noise. For a second you believed fate was finally on your side, as one of the dishes in the sink must have slipped just enough to get her distracted. “I’ve got you now” she taunted, swiftly making her way towards the kitchen.

A quiet breath of relief left your lips once she was out of sight, your hand moving away from your lips so that you could take in a few gulps of air before making any sudden moves. Now that you could no longer see her, you could only assume her position in the house, her footsteps sounding far enough for you to open the door a bit wider. Your eyes darted in the direction of the staircase that was just down the hall, your heart pounding in your ears as you tried to decide if it was actually even possible for you to get upstairs without alerting her.

You would rather go for the front door but that had already proven to be the wrong move and she would already expect that from you. After a moment of contemplation, you drew in a deep breath that seemed to cause your whole body to shake before you carefully pulled open the door and bolted towards the stairs before you could overthink it.

You could spot your room as you reached the bottoms of the stairs, your body momentarily relaxing as you continued to rush as quickly and quietly as possible. You were so close— so close to being able to get away from whatever nightmare this was.

And yet, just as you reached the bottom of the steps, an uncaring hand tugged you back by your hair. The cry you let out was pitiful, your head spinning as you tumbled to the ground. You already knew what had happened but that didn’t lessen the blow of having to see Ellie right above you, using her knee to keep the rest of your body held down as she kept a tight hold on your wrists.

“You really are a fucking idiot, you know that?” she seethes, her chest heaving just the same as yours is. Crying would be futile at a time like this so you look up at her with nothing but betrayal and resentment. “Fuck you” you seethe, although your words only make her smile brightly. “Aw no, baby. We already played that game, remember?” she asks teasingly. You hated her more each time she opened her mouth and you wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid fucking smile off her face.

“W— why are you doing this?” you ask abruptly, your eyes scanning her features for even the slightest bit of regret and yet you came up empty. The question makes her scoff, as she couldn’t believe that was what you chose to ask at a time like this. “You’re so unoriginal” she huffs, although her grip on your wrist falters as she begins to speak. “You should know already” she continues on, her eyes remaining focused on your fearful expression.

“No one took his death seriously— no one. So why does everyone suddenly care when a bunch of asshole kids from a college get killed off, huh?” she begins, and you already know she is referencing Joel’s abrupt death. “I figured I’d give those cops something to do since all they’ve done is sit on their asses… those fucking bastards” she says, so lost in her confession that she doesn’t even feel the way you easily slip your wrist from her grasp and before she takes notice, you use all the strength you could muster to smack her, not giving two shits as to why she felt she had the right to harm others.

The hit makes her groan, her head turning from the force of it as her whole body weakens for a brief moment, just long enough for you to shove her off of you and make another run for your bedroom. You could hear Ellie screaming meaninglessly as you sprinted for your life towards your bedroom, the sound of her footsteps right behind you making it hard to breathe.

There was no time to slam the door before she got a hold on you again and she was going to make sure you knew she wasn’t fucking around this time. You were about to scream just to call attention to the house in case any neighbors happened to hear but you were quickly cut off when you felt a cool metal press against the side of your head.

She had a fucking gun— that was what you had seen tucked in her jeans earlier.

You felt as if your lungs were giving out, soft pleas beginning to fall from your lips as your body trembled in her hold. “Not so tough now, huh?” she questions, guiding you towards your plush bed and shoving you down on it, watching as you look up at her with teary eyes as she keeps the gun pointed at your head.

The sight of you being reduced to such a pathetic sight made something blossom in Ellie’s chest, a sick sense of pride. She tucked the weapon into the back of her jeans before slowly crawling into bed with you, her body straddling your own as she looks down at you curiously. You can’t speak even if you try, the words dying in your throat as you watch her pull out her switchblade instead.

She seems to relax, although you are tensing with each passing second as she brings the sharpened blade closer to your skin. You shake your head repeatedly, trying to reason with her. “Please— please don’t kill me” you begin to beg, the words leaving your lips countless times before they finally invoke a response from her. “Oh, angel. I don’t want to kill you. Just wanted to have some fun with you but then you had to make a big fuss, didn’t you?” she asks, her voice so soothing that you could feel your rational mind slipping away.

“You really hurt me, baby” she sighs, beginning to use her blade to slice through the fabric of your top effortlessly. You whimper, a bit too loud for her liking. “Shut the fuck up” she snaps, cutting into the band of your bra next, her rough hand messily tugging the ruined material to the side so she could get a perfect view of your tits. You felt all too exposed, your frown deepening as you looked up at her.

“So, are you gonna apologize for being so disrespectful?” she questions as she pushes up the material of your skirt, her blade catching on your panties. “Sorry” you mutter, squirming since her blade was uncomfortably close to your skin. Ellie’s patience was wearing, a low huff leaving her lips as she cut into the fabric. “Stop fucking moving!” she says exasperatedly, the loud words causing your body to still at once.

She sighs as she pulls the thin fabric away from your body, her eyes shamelessly focusing on your cunt, her hand carelessly shoving your thighs further apart. “Say it like you mean it” she demands, not at all impressed. Her words make you burn with shame, your mind racing as she brings her hand closer to your cunt that was beginning to become embarrassingly wet.

Just as your words began, her blade dug into your lower tummy in the slightest, barely enough to draw blood. “I’m sorry, Ellie! I didn’t mean it, I swear” you plead in a rushed voice, trying to focus on not moving at all so her blade wouldn’t push deeper into the soft skin of your stomach. Your chest heaved against your will and you were almost positive that this was the end for you,

Seeing you all teary eyed and frightened made Ellie dizzy with power and she finally pulled away the blade, tucking it into her pocket before giving you a little kiss on your lips, not at all caring that you didn’t even have time to react to the action. “Was that so hard, sweet girl? Can’t believe you made me hurt you” she says with a mocking pout.

All you can do is try to control your breathing, no longer attempting to struggle under the weight of her body. You knew your life was in danger but Ellie’s presence made it impossible for you to have any sort of rationality.

“C’mere” she mutters calmly, finally scooting back so that you could sit up. She could already tell she had gotten you right where she wanted you so she felt no concern about letting you sit up for the time being. She carelessly removed your torn clothes so that you were finally completely bare for her.

She couldn’t help herself, as her hand naturally lowered to deliver a few rough slaps against your tits. You flinched, the pain spreading quickly and making you huff a bit. It was hard not to be ashamed when you were completely nude and she was still fully clothed. Not to mention the fact that you were willingly allowing a ruthless killer to see you like this.

No words were spoken as she laid you back down, not paying you any mind as she lowered herself so she could settle between your legs. You knew better than to move at this point, so you settled for raising your head in the slightest bit so you could peek down at her.

Ellie didn’t bother to meet your gaze, her rough hands moving against your soft skin as she made sure you would be unable to press your thighs together. “Els…” you began, unsure of what you were even going to say. You didn’t even have the option to finish your sentence, as in the blink of an eye you could feel her warm breath against your cunt.

You flinched involuntarily as she pressed a messy kiss to your sensitive clit, her tongue flattening to lick a stripe against your slit afterwards. She only backed away to speak a few simple words. “Just keep your mouth shut” she muttered before returning to her previous movements.

The way her tongue sloppily moved against you showed a desperation you had never seen before, although the grip she had on your hips was proof of the anger that still lingered. You clasped your hand over your mouth, your brows knitting as you focused on how she would take little breaks to focus on sucking on your puffy bud.

Your shaky hips rocked against her mouth, her own moans filling the room as she took in your sweet taste. “You gonna let me open you up?” she asks ever so calmly, allowing her middle finger to press into your slick cunt so she could fuck you with it.

You were growing dizzy with a combination of guilt and pleasure, tears of frustration forming as she fucked you open. “Does it feel good, baby?” she asks, raising her head so she could look at your pathetic expression. You look at her for a moment, unsure if you were actually allowed to speak.

The sight of your unsure gaze made Ellie grin in the slightest, not giving any warning as she pushed a second finger into you. “S’ fine, I wanna hear you” she says, granting you the permission you had been seeking out. Your muscles relaxed as you were finally allowed to let out small moans, your tears now aimlessly streaming down your face.

“Mhmm, I can feel it so deep” you whisper, curses slipping out as you press your head back against your bed. Your small movements quickly became erratic, your body writhing as endless pleasure built. “Need to cum, please” you beg, as something tightening in your lower tummy told you that you were getting close.

“Not yet, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part” she hums, not caring about the shocked expression that took over your features. She halted the thrusting of her fingers to pull them out, your arousal still sticky against her skin.

You momentarily believed that she had no intentions of letting you get off and you simply couldn’t bear the thought after all you had been through tonight. You needed to feel release, sooner rather than later.

“I’ll do anything” you say quickly, your words so rushed that they almost don’t make sense to Ellie. Her eye refocus on you as she takes a moment to decipher what you had said, a smile making itself known as she reaches for an item still tucked into the back of her jeans.

“I know you will” she quips, finally revealing what she had been reaching for. Ellie loved how heavy the gun felt in her hand and it offered her a sense of control she had never felt previously. Your heart nearly leapt out of your throat, your muscles aching from how harshly you were tensing up.

The way you feverishly shook your head made you momentarily nauseous and you uttered the only words you could think of. “Please— don’t hurt me, I love you” you say breathlessly, feeling hurt at the way Ellie was quick to mutter a mocking version of your words.

“I’m not gonna hurt you unless you make me” she states nonchalantly, inching the gun closer to your cunt but not before taking the time to spit directly on your pussy to ensure you wouldn’t be in too much pain from the stretch.

You feel powerless as she finally presses the cool steel against your slit, the sound of her low voice reverberating inside your mind. “Make sure to keep still. You don’t want me accidentally pulling the trigger now, do you?” she asks with a sick smile.

The two of you already know your answer so you don’t bother with a verbal reply, instead you close your eyes tightly and brace yourself.

The barrel of the handgun eases into your cunt and you are thankful that she had the decency to make sure you were slick enough to take the weapon. Although that’s not to say that there wasn’t any pain, as low grunts were quick to leave your lips from how thick it was.

“Keep taking it, just like that” she coos, now beginning to properly fuck you with it. You had fallen weak to your desires, as it dawned on you that you were truly nearing your orgasm due to the fact that you were being fucked with a gun. The thrusts were deep and fast, your moans becoming borderline screams as your pleasure continuously built.

The barrel had grown warm from being within you and the way you were crying Ellie’s name let her know that you were on the brink of your climax. “Do it. Cum on my gun like the filthy girl you are” she mutters, rubbing your clit in time with the thrusts of the weapon.

And you didn’t need to be told twice, as with one loud cry, you had reached your orgasm. Ellie felt pride swell within her chest as she saw the white ring of your slick that had formed at the end of the barrel.

She eased the weapon out of your before using her tongue to shamelessly clean up the mess you had made on her weapon of choice. You were barely coherent, the exhaustion of all the fighting you had done catching up with you as well as the fact that your adrenaline was wearing off.

You didn’t even notice as she stood above you, phone in hand as she took a flash photo of your worn down state. Once the light made you squint, you could hear her voice right next to your ear but you couldn’t even see her.

“You tell anyone about what I did, I swear to god this picture will be plastered everywhere so everyone knows how much you love getting fucked by sickos. And if you ever talk back to me again, I’ll blow your brains out before you can even finish your sentence” she whispers.

By the time you can see clearly again, she is gone, leaving you to clean up the mess she had made. But even with her gone, you swore you could still feel her eyes on you and you knew once and for all, there was no way she would ever let you get away from her.

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kiame-sama · 11 months ago

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Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 2

(Unicorn Centaur Riddle wearing his dorm clothes. His hooves are golden as well, but he often wears red covers over them to prevent dirt buildup since it is harder for him to clean out his hooves and he refuses to ask Trey for help most times)

Warnings; Several yanderes, platonic yanderes, romantic yanderes, yandere behavior, monster au, fem reader, very few know reader is fem so mostly they/them pronouns used, deranged behavior, centaurs, unicorns, Nemean lions, Vampire Bats, selkies, minotaurs, genies, nagas, magic, talk of eating humans, arguing, mention of virginity, slight Monster AU history mentioned,

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The thorn prince arrived to a scene of chaos as he exited the portal from Diasomnia. Many new students were lost and confused as they had been told to stay put while most of the Housewardens searched the halls, some Vice-Housewardens were desperately trying to keep the peace or even join the search at the behest of the Headmage. He certainly wasn't concerned about what they may be searching for, instead he started heading towards his own Vice-Housewarden with a slight spring in his step, joyful at finding such an odd little creature in Diasomnia.

"Lilia."

The casual summons had the Bat Fae Vice-Housewarden turning to look at the newcomer who had not been expected to make an appearance after receiving no invitation. Naturally, Lilia was surprised that the dour Dragon chose to go against his own code of conduct and arrive at a ceremony he had no true part in. His stern expression did not seem so serious, making Lilia wonder just what had happened to bring Malleus of all students to his side.

"Malleus? I didn't expect to see you here without invitation."

"Yes, well," the prince pouted in response to the reminder, "I have plenty good reason to seek you out despite the lack of invitation."

"Oh? Do tell. You aren't often so brazen about casually entering the company of others."

"The Gargoyles have borne a child of flesh and not stone."

"... What?"

"I found the soft being sleeping beneath the Human-Gargoyle that was made 1010 years ago. They look much like the Gargoyle and don't seem to be of any other Twisted Wonderland species. As they seemed so fragile and their stone parents weren't keen to protect them, I took them to my nest. Of course, it is odd the Gargoyle child was clothed so shortly after being birthed, but removing their shoes to lay them to rest was of no trouble to me."

The conversation had drawn the attention of both the frazzled and the curious who were also equally shocked to see Malleus in the flesh. Of course, it didn't take long for the Crow Headmage to intervene, figuring what had happened rather quickly. Before the Headmage could speak, however, Lilia beat him to the punch with a much more patient tone and approach.

"Malleus, after centuries of studying Gargoyles, what do you know is true about all Gargoyles?"

"They are stone of various kinds. They double as spouts to keep water from gathering on roofs. They are often depictions of animals, creatures, and other beings."

"How often have you encountered a Gargoyle that has produced an infant?"

"... It is possible."

"How often have you encountered a Gargoyle that has produced an infant of flesh and blood?"

"..."

Lilia would have laughed in a good humored way if he were not being watched by all of the new students and their seniors who had come to aid them in settling in. It was not Malleus' fault that he came to the conclusion that the Gargoyles had produced offspring, the truth was just as far fetched.

What was interesting Lilia more than the topic at hand was the fact Malleus had taken the wayward Human into his nest. Dragons were rarely keen to share things like their nests or their Hoard with others, especially those they know little about. The simple fact that Malleus took the Human into his nest was enough to show that the dragon had already taken a unique interest and intended to make the Human a member of his living Hoard. Malleus may not often take new creatures or items for his Hoard, but the few he claimed had little room to argue as the Dragon was fiercely protective of those he viewed as his.

"What you found, Malleus, is an actual Human. Ironic they took shelter beneath a Human Gargoyle, but they had fled from here perhaps an hour before you arrived. They must have decided to use one of the portals to flee and wound up in Diasomnia instead where you found them. Don't worry, I can get them from your nest so they don't-"

"You will not be taking the Human from my nest, Lilia."

"Oh? Keeheehee~ Have you taken a liking to them, Malleus? Humans are very fragile, you know."

"They may not be the child of a Gargoyle, like I thought them to be, but that does not change the fact that they are in my nest, and under my protection."

It was then a sneering scoff came from the crowd, the new students quickly parting to let the intimidating Nemean Lion strut forward with his tail flicking in annoyance. The man himself had beautiful sun-kissed bronze skin that held the faintest golden glimmer, his shining eyes of acidic green glinted with pride and frustration. Even with his rich dark mahogany colored hair, he gave off a beautiful shine that made him look like he was sculpted out of pure gold.

"And you think you're the best choice for a Human? Human's need light, food, and water, not to be locked up in a creepy ass dungeon that doubles as a nest for an overgrown lizard. That Human is better off in Savanaclaw, not Diasomnia."

Before Malleus could respond to the clear taunt from Leona, another voice with a haughty tone cut in.

"Not even if the Seven proclaimed it, would I believe you can be gentle or safe with a Human, Leona. Nemean Lions were the last holdout group that insisted on eating Humans before they were officially declared extinct."

Approaching with far more grace than he should have was the Housewarden of Pomefiore, the Peacock Harpy Vil. He was clearly posturing as his seven head feathers sat straight up in a clear showing of his crest. Even his tail feathers were slightly fanned out as they caught the light and gave an iridescent display of colors.

"Oh? And what the Hell would you do to protect them, Vil? Doll the Human up in fancy ass clothes and make them preen like a prissy little Harpy?"

"Do speak up, Leona. I could barely hear you over your prideful bitching. Or do you want another scar to even out that scowling expression of yours? Maybe I'll take your eye this time."

This made a snarl escape the golden Lion, his tail lashing violently back and forth in response to the clear threat from the Harpy. Luckily the Headmage had called the other Housewardens to return as well as requesting the teachers to assist in the unusual situation. All he had to do was step between the Lion and Harpy in an effort to keep them from attacking one another until the others showed up.

"I will decide where the Human shall stay and who is safe enough to leave around the Human. They are an extremely rare creature and cannot be treated so callously. You both are Housewardens, please act with the proper decorum."

It was then the clear clopping of hooves on the marble floor could be heard, the others quickly returning to the Hall of Mirrors thanks to Crowley's summons.

"I demand to know the location of the Human! The Queen's rules insist that Humans must be protected and cared for properly, and I refuse to allow the mistreatment of one of the Queen's most protected species!"

Each syllable was accompanied by the distinct click of his golden hooves against the stone floors as Riddle came to a slow halt in front of the Headmage. Naturally, the Unicorn Centaur was the first to know any obscure information due to his inherent hunger for knowledge and desire to follow rules. If anyone knew of rules regarding Humans, especially any rules made in by the Queen of Hearts, Riddle would be the one to know them all.

"Riddle, I assure you that the Human will be properly cared for-"

"Have you already provided them with adequate snacks that don't have pig-fat in them? The Queen's rule 898 states that all Humans must be denied pig heavy meals as they are genetically close enough to pigs that it can cause stomach troubles but must be able to access food consistently due to their digestion processes. Queen's rule 899 states that Humans need to be kept in optimal temperatures that should not exceed the boiling point of water and should not be less than the freezing point of water. Not to mention rule 900 that talks about the proper protocol for finding mates for a Human and their regional specific breeding patterns-"

The others couldn't help but stare at the Unicorn Housewarden who continued to prattle off the various rules regarding the treatment of Humans. He was far more sensitive to the wellbeing of the Human as Unicorns were historically rather fond of Humans- female maidens especially- and were the first to oppose the idea of Humans being cattle for other species. As a Unicorn Centaur, Riddle was far more attuned to emotions and natural law than a Harpy would be and far more aware of the fragility of mortality than a Dragon would be.

"The Human will be treated properly with adherence to the rules, Riddle. We should try and trust the Headmage to do that much."

The taller and more intimidating Centaur next to Riddle now spoke, resting a hand atop the shoulder of the temperamental Unicorn. Though he shared similar coloring on his equine half to Riddle, the second Centaur was clearly of a different breed as he was larger and more stocky than the Unicorn. His green hair was ruffled and he had clearly been out searching for the Human with Riddle before they were called back to the Headmage.

"No, Trey, he won't even follow the rules of an unbirthday party! How can I trust that he will do what is required to keep this Human safe and cared for? That virgin human must be protected at all costs!"

"How are you so sure they are a virgin?"

"I can sense their purity!"

Trey continued to try and talk down the upset Unicorn, trying to be a voice of calm and reason to his hot-headed equine companion. This left room for an interjection from yet another Housewarden returning from their search for the elusive Human of Night Raven College.

"Wow! You sure know a lot about Humans, Riddle! I wouldn't expect anything else from the Unicorn who is top in his classes!"

The newcomer's approach came with a golden light that shined from somewhere within his very being. His white hair was a stark contrast to his richly toned skin and crimson eyes, the ever present smile on his face just as dazzling as the gold and jewels that hung from his figure. To his side was his ever consistent Naga companion, the blacks and reds of his scales almost bleeding together in the golden light. The faint flick of golden scales caught in the light of the Genie added to the unusual mystique of the Sand Viper Naga that followed dutifully behind his Housewarden.

"You would know these things too if you payed any attention in class, Kalim!"

"Ouch, a bit harsh, Riddle? I can't help that Trein is so boring sometimes that I fall right asleep! If I knew we were getting a Human classmate, I would have paid more attention."

It was then the Naga spoke up, his voice smooth like honey and just as rich despite the gentle way he spoke. His dark hair was neatly pulled back in intricate braids that ended with a golden trinket and kept most of the dark locks from obstructing his gaze.

"Kalim, even if we didn't get a Human classmate, you should still pay attention in class."

"I guess you're right, Jamil. But still, isn't a Human being here exciting?"

"Yes, well, it is certainly unusual..."

"I could keep them safe in my lamp and that way no one has to worry if they are in trouble or not because no one can enter my lamp without my permission anyway!"

"I don't think you could be trusted with a Human like that..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. In any case, the Human's wellbeing should be top priority given how rare they are. Most Housewardens should be able to protect the Human as needed, but that isn't even mentioning the danger a Housewarden could represent to the Human."

As the conversation carried on and the other Housewardens and Vice-Housewardens returned from their search, the older crow Fae couldn't be more pleased. Taking on a Human would be quite a bit of work for anyone, but it seemed rather clear that the Housewardens were keen to do what was needed for the Human to stay. Not to mention the fact that the heir-apparent of Briar Valley- The Prince of Thorns, Malleus Draconia- had already claimed the Human as one of his protected treasures. There wasn't much protection better than that.

Still, perhaps it would be best to not leave a fragile Human in the nest of an overly protective Dragon.

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You woke slowly to the sounds of voices around you, feeling a soft surface beneath your head and a warm blanket wrapped around your figure. It certainly wasn't where you had fallen asleep- as you had been huddled beneath a hideous Gargoyle when sleep finally claimed you- but you weren't really complaining about the plush surface either. If anything, the voices around you that were clearly arguing were causing you more stress than the new location you found yourself in.

"The Child of Man is mine to protect! I will not allow any of you to take them from my nest."

"Malleus, please, we all know the Human needs somewhere other than your nest to live. They need their own space and their own home to feel comfortable and not die from stress."

"They are protected here and have their own space here in Diasomnia."

"Malleus-"

Your increased movements made the arguing quiet down as you sat up, letting out a squeaking sound when you stretched. It was likely the ever present haze of sleep over your mind that kept you so calm despite the unfamiliar surroundings. That calm feeling didn't last long as you received a harsh reminder that you were the only Human present. Standing in front of you was a fair-skinned man with dark black hair and monstrous features. His black wings folded slightly as he turned to look at you, bright green eyes examining you quickly for any sign of distress. Atop his head sat two twisting black horns that formed a kind of crown for the regal scaled man standing in front of you.

Past the intimidating man's shoulder you saw the familiar Crow-like man flanked on either side by equally monstrous appearing men.

One of the men had clear black and white hair that copied or complimented the black and white coat hanging from his shoulders. His steel gray eyes seeming so cold until they softened slightly, gazing at you the way one would gaze at a prized pet. This man seemed more Human than any of the others you met prior, giving you a small bit of hope that you weren't alone in your plight. Still, there was the high chance that this man was some kind of monster too and just didn't look it at first glance like the others.

On the other side of the Crow stood a man that reminded you of a Bull with long horns that would have knocked into the head of the Crow-man if the Bull were any shorter. The man had deep brown hair and bright blue eyes, his muscular build clear even beneath the red sweat-suit he wore. Despite his Human-like face, he was obviously not Human thanks to the clear horns and Bull tail waving lazily behind him.

It appeared- from first glance- that the reptilian man was guarding you from the others rather aggressively and was not keen to let you go with the Crow and his companions. Part of you was glad to feel such comfort, but you also had to wonder just what it was the reptilian man ultimately wanted from you. While you mused this, another voice from behind you startled you into almost jumping from the bed, looking back in surprise at the source of the voice.

You saw what looked like a young man with black and pink hair sitting on the bed near where you had been laying. He had apparent fangs that peaked past his upper lip and two leathery batwings that had clearly endured some damage throughout the years. Sitting square in the center of his face was a little fleshy heart-nose like some kind of Bat. This man had been present when you fell from the coffin not too long ago, so it confused you that he chose to speak to you now.

"It seems you're finally awake, little Human. Maybe you can help us with our current predicament? You are a rare species that has been believed to be extinct for more than a few centuries now. As one of the top Magic schools in all of Twisted Wonderland, it is the school's job to protect you and keep you safe from those who would wish to see Humans extinct once more. Malleus here found you sleeping under the Gargoyles and has decided to claim you- for better or worse- as one of the creatures he needs to protect. That brings us here, to Malleus' nest. They," he gestured to the Crow and his companions, "believe you would be better off with one of the professors guarding and protecting you from the common rabble. Malleus," he gestured now to the reptile man, "is of the mind that you are most protected here in his nest."

You were surprised and confused by the Bat-man telling you all of this as the Crow had given you the impression that your opinion and wants did not matter in the situation you found yourself in. As far as you were aware, the Crow intended to keep you as a pet, but this Malleus person had the same idea and didn't want to share you with the Crow.

"... Why are you in his nest too?"

"Oh, becuase Malleus likes to protect those he cares about. He is a Dragon, after all, and those he cares about are counted among his Hoard. I have been his teacher for many centuries now, so naturally I am one of his Hoard members. Only those who are part of his Hoard or Malleus himself is allowed to enter his nest without being burned alive. That means you too now, congratulations."

You now glanced back at the reptilian man, seeing the way he stood with his back to you and wings spread in a shielding action. It made sense that this man was a Dragon given his features and attributes. Despite now knowing a Dragon was guarding you, you still had no idea why these people were so desperate to get their hands on you. Even if they were right and Humans were extinct, that didn't mean it made much sense to you for them to try and keep you as a pet like this.

"So, sweet little Human, what would you like?"

"I would like people to say my name and not call me Human."

"My apologies, it has been a hectic day thus far. What is your name?"

"It's (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)."

"(Y/n) (L/n)... The last Human in Twisted Wonderland."

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ashwhowrites · 8 months ago

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Ahhhh I've been so excited since you mentioned Buffy universe, so obviously I NEED to make a request (i have too much ideas, but I'll try to calm down 😅)

I was thinking about human reader x Spike (my love ❤️). Spike is so madly in love with her that scooby gang has fun watching it, but it is kind of adorable even for them.

One day Spike heard about Angel's visit in town and since then he tries to keep reader far from scooby gang and Angel.

He's telling himself he's not scared of losing reader to Angel because their relationship is strong and mature (not like his previous one) but he's insecure that reader could choose broody handsome brunette because of this all good things he's done

And with happy end pretty please

(I'm so happy, somebody wants to write about buffyverse 🎉🎉🎉)

Thank you for your time 💜💜💜

I'm so in love with Spike so I get it!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. It feels very weird to write about a different character so I hope it feels like Spike. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Ugh, not Angel

"So does this mean Spike gets to help?" Y/N asked with glee. She knew many of her friends didn't enjoy it when her boyfriend was around but at times she didn't care.

"I say we can do it without the blood-sucking vampire," Xander said as he rolled his eyes. Y/N shot him a glare.

"Be nice, Xander," Willow reminded him.

"Even though I hate to say it, we need Spike's help," Buffy said with disappointment.

"The man of the hour has arrived!" Spike said as he walked into Buffy's house. Y/N walked in behind him and closed the door. Together they walked to Buffy's couch and took a seat.

Giles and Buffy explained the plan but Spike was far from listening. His girl was tucked under his arm; all he could focus on was her face. He watched as she listened intently, nodding to what she agreed.

"Spike!" Buffy snapped, clapping her hands. The vampire was quick to look over at her with a snarl. "Pay attention!"

"Oh Buffy, don't be jealous," Spike teased giving her a small amount of attention before he went back to Y/N.

"Listen," Y/N warned, nodding her head toward Buffy. He listened to her, as he always did.

"Weren't you like a terrifying vampire before you got pussy whipped?" Xander joked. Buffy smirked at the comment but made sure not to laugh.

"I can still tear your throat out," Spike growled, biting the air. "I'm not pussy whipped. I just happen to worship the ground my darling walks on."

Y/N tried not to blush at Spike's words. His accent always made her heart race.

"Yeah, Xander! Would it kill you to worship me like that?" Anya complained. Xander groaned as he knew a new fight would happen by the time he went home.

"Quiet!" Giles said, gaining everyone's attention.

~~~

Spike was watching TV in his crypt when he heard someone enter. He turned his head and groaned to himself as Buffy walked in.

"Oh great the slayer," he said, clicking off the TV.

"It looks different here," Buffy realized, looking around. There were candles near the bed, which were covered in fuzzy pillows. There were twinkle lights hung up, for once giving the dark crypt some light.

"What do you need?" Spike asked, ignoring her comments.

"Y/N has a nice touch," Buffy smirked. Spike shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but a sense of pride in his cold chest knowing she was displayed in his home.

"Get to the damn point, slayer."

"Angel's back," Buffy sighed.

Spike quickly flew out of his chair, an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

"Why?" Spike growled. Spike and Angel didn't get along too well. Both vampires but Angel was the better one in people's opinion. Spike didn't tend to care about the comparison but Y/N had never met Angel before and he wanted to keep it that way. "Actually I don't even care." He sassed. Buffy watched confused as he ran out.

Y/N was painting her toes when Spike let himself into her bedroom. She looked up with a smile as she smelled him.

"Hello, handsome,"

Spike smiled as she went back to focusing on her toes, moving to sit on the hard floor. He didn't say anything as he grabbed the polish from her hands and began to paint her toes.

She smiled as she let him take over. She adored moments like this with him. When he was doing human things with her. She reached down and ran her fingers through his blonde hair, messing up the perfection it always was. He'd bite off anyone's hand if they touched him like that but it was her so he didn't mind.

"I'm glad you stopped by. The gang is having a movie night, would you like to come?"

Spike took his time painting her toes. The truth was, he didn't want her to go. He was worried Angel would show up with his stupid dark hair, charming personality, and a face that apparently many girls liked.

"Spike?" She said as he sat in silence.

"Could we maybe have the night alone together?" He looked up at her and she was taken back from the insecurity in his eyes.

"Sure, baby. Let me give them a call," she said as she ruffled his hair.

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Spike did his best to keep her away from Angel and tried to keep it secretive. Spike wasn't sure how long Angel would be around but it had been a week too long. Y/N loved Spike so spending all the time with him wasn't a bad thing, but she was worried.

Spike was always confident and loved being seen by others. Even though Y/N hated it, he enjoyed the looks he got from women. He didn't get along with many of her friends but he never was this distant with them. Y/N worried something was going on and she was left in the dark about it.

The couple sat in silence as they watched Passions, even after a year of being with Spike she didn't see the appeal in the show. It had been a week since she left Spike's side. Anytime she made a comment to leave he went into a panic and begged her to stay. Adding to the worry she was feeling.

"Spike," Y/N said, nudging her boyfriend in the arm. His eyes dashed over to her. "Is there something going on between you and my friends? And I know you love me, but there's a reason why you don't want me to leave your side and I want to know."

"Darling, I have to confess something," Spike sighed.

"If you cheated on me I will have Buffy here to kill your ass in a second," Y/N warned. Her eyes squinting into a glare that sent a shiver down Spike's spine.

"Never!" he exclaimed. "Do you remember the stories of Buffy's ex Angel?"

"A little," Y/N said shrugging.

"He's a vampire and pretty much everyone fell in love with him when he was around. Buffy, Willow, and well Xander hated him like he does me, but they saw something good in him. It didn't matter how well-behaved I was, they always picked him for help. Whenever he is around, I'm not needed. I was worried his charm would work on you."

Y/N was in awe of Spike feeling a variety of emotions. She didn't think he felt much other than love and lust.

"You were worried I'd fall for him?" Y/N asked, reaching out to cup Spike's face.

Spike tried to show no emotion, "Not quite what I said. I mean look at me, I am way more of a catch." Y/N laughed at his words, allowing him to feel what he needed.

"Well, if you were saying that I'd make sure to say that I love you. I don't think there is anyone dead or alive that would make me feel the way you do. No one will take me from you." She leaned in and pressed her forehead against his.

He closed his eyes and nudged his nose against hers. Her words sank in and took the weight off his body. He opened his eyes and smiled as she stared at him. He leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips.

With a lot of convincing sex, Y/N got Spike out of his cave. Her hand was in his as they walked into Buffy's house. The gang all said hello and Y/N noticed the new face.

She turned her head as she checked him out, Spike standing taller as he squeezed her hand. She shook her head and turned to Spike, moving to whisper in his ear. "Not even close."

Spike smirked at her words, his confidence taking over. "Well, Angel. I wish I would say nice to see you but it's not."

Angel scoffed but walked over, his eyes landing on the girl next to him. "She's new," Angel smiled. "Prettier than the last one."

Spike stiffened at Angel's words and the mention of Drusilla. The images of her and Angel together in his head were the exact reason he feared for Y/N to see him.

"I'm Y/N, Spike's girlfriend."

Spike smiled at her. Maybe he didn't need to worry about this one.

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 1 month ago

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STATESIDE- S & D WINCHESTER

day twenty one of the june bug masterlist

pairing: sam winchester x fem! reader / dean winchester x fem! reader (NO WINCEST)

word count: 7.7k

summary: sam and dean winchester enter the real world, and happen to stumble across someone they hope can help them- a supernatural fangirl.

warnings: SMUT, heavy praise kink, petnames, manhandling, size kink, dry humping/ grinding, fingering, condensending tones used (yummy), lots of flirting an fluff, aftercare, degration, mocking, teasing, hair pulling, make out sesh

just want to clairfy that reader has sex with sam and dean, but seperately and in no way is this wincest.

“ it sounds insane, right? i’ll take the same flight, wait at your bedside- i’ll land right next to you/ i’m going stateside, where i'll see you tonight/ tell me, how did a girl like me get into you?”- stateside, pinkpantheress

Sam and Dean were gobsmacked.

There wasn't much that had the brothers' jaws dropping, as they had seen and heard it all.

Wendigos? No problem. Vampires? Nothing out of the ordinary. Witches? Just a typical Wednesday morning.

But this? They were met with something a rifle and a spike in the heart couldn't fix.

Somehow they had ended up here. Where was here? They had no idea.

But here- this foreign place- had a camera rolling on their lives.

Why would anyone watch our lives? Dean asked, as Sam just shook his head in confusion. Apparently not many people do. He replied, as they both slipped out of the studio, bolting out of where the cameras and bright lights swarmed around fake blood and guns.

They were desperate to find Cas- to find anyone really. This was one of the only times they felt they were completely slipping, control just brushing out of arm's reach.

John's journal couldn't help them now.

And then they were met with something even more unexpected.

Their own faces.

There you were, completely obviously to the two men standing like idiots on the sidewalk, watching you walk with your headphones in, their mugshots on your shirt.

Dean's eyes went wide.

“Dude! Theres a hot chick wearing our faces on a fucking shirt!” He smacked Sam's arm, and Sam smacked it right back.

“Clearly. And our mugshots at that.” he murmured, watching as your hips swayed to the beat of your music as you walked nearer.

“D’ya think maybe she could help us? She clearly knows who we are. Maybe she knows Cas too.”

“Okay man, you talk to her then.” Sam shrugged, anxious to make the first move without thinking this entirely out step for step first.

Here they were, in some universe wear it was normal for you- this gorgeous, attractive, stunning girl wore their jailshots proudly on your chest.

“I don't know man. Aren't you always the one crawling after hot women?”

Dean huffed, rolling his eyes. “Well didn't you say nerds watched whatever show we’re in here? She’ll be more into you then. Shes a fuckin hot nerd though, I’ll give her that-”

It was then when something clicked. You broke out of your mindless trance, eyes sliding up to meet with the two men that stared at you from the other side of the road.

And your eyes nearly rolled out of their head. You stopped, frozen in place. Legs started to quiver, and you weren't even sure if you could wave, let alone muster out a hello.

“Oh god. Is she scared? Why is she staring like that?” Dean whispered, watching you whip your head around, observing the area to see if anyone else was seeing what you were witnessing.

“Hey! Uhm, do you think you could help us?” Sam called out softly, taking long strides to tower in front of you, hands up in a surrendering pose to try and calm you down.

You just starred.

“J-Jared? Jensen?” you managed to get out, unable to look away from the two hunks of men that were close enough to touch. You thought you were going to faint.

“Why does everyone keep calling us that?” Dean asked, clearly confused.

“No, sorry- I’m Sam and this is Dean. Winchester. You have us on your shirt?” Sam asked. Your brow furrowed in confusion, before you shook your head and laughed.

“You guys are so funny. So if you aren't Jared and Jensen, you’re insane dopplegangers. Or stealing someone's identity.” You crossed your arms over your chest, perched your weight on one hip as you continued to stare them down, trying to take in every little detail of this event before it slipped away in some dream-like trance.

Maybe you had hit your head. Or blacked out.

“No, we ain't stealin no one's identities.” Dean snarled, eyeing you up and down, eyes lingering just a smidge too long on your soft, cushiony thighs, and your little shorts that fit just right.

“Okay, well Sam and Dean Winchester are fictional characters, and now you’re freaking me out. I’m not sure if this is some undercover thing I don’t know about, but you gotta tell me what the fuck is goin on.” you insisted, starting to get a little anxious.

They looked identical to Jared and Jensen. You had your damn shirt on for reference, for crying out loud. But they acted anything but. They were out of place, out of whack. As if they had hit their heads extremely hard, or were otherworldly creatures who had shifted into other peoples bodies.

“Hey, wait- if you’re seriously not pullin my leg- should I call someone? Do you guys need to go to the hospital?” your face quickly meshed from confusion to anxiety, and you had the overwhelming urge to comfort them.

You reached a hand out to brush against Sams in almost a maternal-like manner, and he couldn't help but shudder at the soft sensation. Your touch was so soft it made him melt.

Wide doe eyes filled with concern stared back at him and he swallowed, quickly averting his gaze so he could collect his thoughts. The way you looked at him made him dizzy, and his head went blank. He didn't even know where to begin.

“No, no just um- do you think we could talk somewhere private? We just- it's a lot to explain.” Sam asked, eyes flickering around to observe the scene playing out around him.

Why was he stuttering so much? God, you made him frazzled. He looked around, the neighbourhood was empty, minus a few dogs out in the lawn.

“You want me to go somewhere private with two men I’m just meeting for the first time who seem a little insane?”

“Okay well when you put it that way-” Dean started and you waved him off.

“I’ll hear you both out. But please, don’t kill me until after next Saturday, okay? I already bought comic-con tickets.” you pursed your lips, and watched as they both just eyed eachother.

“I told you they were all nerds, man.”

“Oh like you don’t watch henti you little freak.” you murmured, rolling your eyes as you started to walk in the direction you were originally going- towards your little secluded sport at the creek.

It was hot and humid in July, and your little treat to escape reality was to slip away by yourself to the river. Now you had company. Not that you were complaining, by any means.

Dean's eyes widened, staring at Sam as if to say are you hearing this?! Sam couldn't help but snort out a laugh before coughing, trying to cover it up as he followed you.

“How does she know what I watch?” he whispered yelled, eyes trailing down to your ass as you led them down a little worn trail that looked like it hadn't been used in ages. “If you’re actually Sam and Dean- then I’ve seen it with my own eyes.” you called, not even bothering to look back at them.

You knew Dean's face was as pink as your little bikini you wore under your clothes.

“You’re lucky you're cute.” was all he muttered out before the three of you were silent, listening to the faint sound of running water in the distance, and the crackle of twigs under their boots.

It wasn't long before you had emerged in the clearing- empty, as usual. All you could hear was the birds chirping, and the water steady flowing down the rocks. You shrugged off your shirt, tossing it with your shorts on the ground as you sat down on the hard rock, putting your feet in the water.

You looked over your shoulder, nodding your head as an indication for them to sit. They looked like newborn moose who just learned how to walk for the first time. Wobbly and unsure.

“I come out here to swim in the summer. It's private.” you said, as if it was a matter of fact. They both sat down, awkwardly, limbs long and large compared to yours.

“So… what- are you a Sam or Dean girl?” Dean asked, eyeing you up and down, flashing you a cheesy grin with that charming look in his eyes you recognized oh so well.

He was taking an interest in you. And you genuinely thought your heart was going to get stuck in your throat and then shoot out your ass, it was beating so hard.

“Now how the hell do you know what that means?” You asked.

“Tumblr.” Sam shrugged.

“Hah. You really think I’m gonna tell you that Winchester?”

Dean shrugged, smirking cockily. “Just wondering.”

“Guess you’’ll both just have to wait and see with time. I’m easily swayed with affection.” you shrugged, trying to keep your cool around the two men.

“Good to know.” Sam smiled, running a hand through his hair. You watched the sunlight shimmer off his highlights, making his hair seem lighter then it was. Like a deep, dark golden thread that weaved through the locks. You dunked your hand in the chill water to stop yourself from reaching over to run your fingers through it, like you so desperately wanted to do.

“So, you’re Sam and Dean. From the show that I’ve watched since… 2005?”

“I guess?” Sam winced, shrugging his shoulders. “We don't know how we got here. We just did. And we don't know how to get back, and we’re kinda freaking out.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So you just.. Got here. Appeared… where?”

“On some set. We have no idea, and we need to find Cas-”

You scoffed. “Let me know when you find him. Cause I’ve been needing an angel for quite some time.”

You kicked your toes in the water, slowly letting yourself drop into the creek, the soft water current pushing your legs out like a mermaid's tail as you rested your arms on the rock, in between the brothers.

“You dont think he's here?”

“Not in this world. That shit isn't real here. Or at least, physically. Our world is just like yours, minus the demons, vampires and all that shit. We have Twilight though.”

Sam smirked, tilting his head to study you. “I like her. She's funny.”

“She's a smartass.” Dean scoffed, but couldn't help but smirk back. He liked women who were a bit of a challenge.

“She's right here.” you said, splashing up a bit of water to soak the ends of their roughed up jeans. “And you think she's able to help you what- get back to your world because she has your mugshots on her chest?” You asked in third person,kicking your legs out, your soft pink bikini glowing as the sun snuck through cracks in the canopy of leaves.

“Maybe?”

You tilted your head, biting your lip in concentration. “Well, any sane person wouldnt do this- but I’ve already gone this far and you haven't shot me yet. So I guess you guys can stay with me until you get this all sorted out. I can try and help the best I can but I’m not sure how much help I can be. I put salt around my entryways sometimes, and that's about it.”

Were you making a terrible mistake letting these two men into your house? Probably. Was this whole thing completely insane and you should probably send them to the nearest mental hospital? Also yes.

But at the same time, there was a little part of your gut that told you this was legit. Two men needed your help and if they really were the two men you had spent so much time watching- then you knew them, in a way.

They were good people. A bit troubled, but good. Safe.

And they wouldn't let harm come to you. They hadn't dunked your head underwater yet- had they?

“You can help by being eye candy.” Dean suggested, gesturing towards your bikini clad body in the water, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hardly.”

“No, but seriously- you letting us stay with you is more than enough. Thank you, truly. I know how… strange this must seem.” Sam interjected- giving you a soft smile of reassurance.

“Don't worry about it. It's better than a dingy motel room.”

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It was better than a dingy motel room.

Much better.

The brothers almost groaned in appreciation the second they walked into your little cottage-like home, away from the rest of the other houses down the street. One of the beauties of living in a small town was how nice and quiet it usually was.

Except when a very popular tv show was filming just a thirty minute walk from your general location.

The smell of warm vanilla hit them right as they stepped in the door, and the gentleness of your home was something that felt like a warm hug. It grew dark, the sun setting as you continued to talk to the boys about a plan- their plan at least, and so far that involved researching as much as they could about anything really. Anyone in the area who would know how to transport two men back to their version of reality, a witch, a proclaimed medium- or even looking up how to summon a guardian angel in hopes Cas would be able to seek them out here.

You offered your support as much as you could, though you weren't an expert at multidimensional travel. For now, you could offer them a creek swim and a place to stay.

It took some convincing but they eventually agreed to roll up their jeans and dip their feet in the water- though that changed for Dean as soon as you started splashing him- giggles bursting from your lips at his reaction.

You didn't realize how long you had been at the creek for, but it technically didn't matter. You were off for the summer, owned your own place and could come and go as you pleased. The only thing that tied back home was your two kitties, ones that were weaving between your legs, wrapping their tails around you and screaming for food.

“Hello, hello yes sweethearts I’m back. With company.” you tsked, rushing into the kitchen to scoop them their kibble- which allowed Sam and Dean to take in the space.

It was homey, and cluttered- but not messy. Antique lamps everywhere, scattered books and crystals, incense burning in the windowsill. You had plants everywhere, different knitted blankets and eccentric pillows on the couch.

They took off their boots, as good guests do- not wanting to get dirt and grime all over the hardwood. This isn't some cheap, side of the highway motel they were so used to.

Dean spotted a picture on the wall that caught his attention immediately- something near and dear to his heart. “Is that Baby?!” he asked, finger jabbing out to point at a photo of you, sprawled across the Impalas hood, throwing the camera a flirty wink. It was such a silly photo, and you loved it.

“Yeah, but not “yours” I suppose. A replica. That was from a con a few years ago.” you smiled, poking your head out from the kitchen. He pursed out his lips, nodding his head as if to say- fair enough.

“You look damn good on top of an Impala.” he commented and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re cute.”

“This is a really, really nice place.” Sam noted, surveying the room again, meeting your eyes with a smile. He was impressed. That made you happy.

“Yeah, not bad eh? It's just all my interests dumped everywhere though. Not much of a coherent theme happening.”

“That's even better.” he rebuttled, shrugging off his jacket.

”Here, I can take that. You guys make yourselves as comfortable as you can.” you gestured to the couch, taking their jackets, trying extremely hard to not bring them to your nose and inhale the smell of their husky cologne, or just keeping them for yourself.

No, you had to be collected and compose yourself. Even though the thought of what was happening right now was borderline absurd. You couldn't think about it for too long or you'd grow dizzy.

You had a mission, and that was to cook them dinner and get them settled. You almost laughed as you turned around after hanging up their coats to see their knees banging against eachothers as they struggled to both fit on your couch. They were massive- making the couch look like it was from a dollhouse.

One of your kitties, Juna, had her little black paw stretched to rest on Dean's shoulder, playing with the buttons on his flannel.

“I’m just gonna make something for dinner, but I’ll get you guys some clothes. I think I have some around here somewhere.” They got up, Juna meowing as she trailed after Dean- the three of them following you like lost puppies.

“I only have one bathroom unfortunately, so we’ll have to take turns showering. The beds are too small for you to share- not that I’d presume you’d want too- so someone can crash in my room- the other in the guestroom and I’ll take the couch.” you waved your hand, unaware of the faces they gave each other at your words.

“Don't be ridiculous sweetheart. One of us will take the couch, and you keep your bed. You shouldn't have to give up your space to accommodate us.” Sam insisted, and you waved him off, not even bothering to look from where you stood by your closet, digging through dozens of clothes to try and find suitable clothes.

“No, and that's final. Please let me do this for you two.” They shook their heads. “If you're comfortable with it, we can take turns sleeping with you. Or next to you, I mean. But I guess maybe it’d be weird to have a stranger in your bed…”

You froze, craning your head to the brothers as they shrugged. Was this actually happening right now? Two men you had crushes on were suggesting sharing a bed with you? Taking turns?

Maybe they had done some research on tumblr.

“Would you be comfortable with that?” you asked, clearly not opposed to the idea.

Two Winchester brothers in your bed? Who were you to deny that?

“Please. Either of us opposed to having a gorgeous lil thing sleep next to us? Never in a million years.”

You smirked, and bit your lip as you eyed them both again, before going back to digging for clothes that would fit. Your body felt hot at their comments, and you had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to keep yourself collected.

You clenched your fists around fabric, finally finding something that would work. Taking a deep breath, you handed them each something somewhat suitable for pjs, showing them to the bathroom.

“They’re my ex boyfriends.” you indicated to the clothes in their arms, assuming they’d probably be confused as hell why on earth you had extra pairs of mens pj pants hanging around.

“I washed them, and the towels are all clean too. Just help yourself to whatever- facecloths are in the top drawer.”

“I call first dibs.” Dean said, smacking down his towel on the bathroom counter as if to mark his territory.

“Thank god. You fuckin stink.” you joked, making Sam bark out a laugh he tried to cover with a cough.

“You’re so cruel.”

“Aren't I? I thought you were into frisky women, WInchester.” you said smugly, giving him a wink as you turned on your heel- leaving no room for rebuttals.

“Don't use all my hot water!” you called down the hall, hearing a faint grumble of something from the bathroom. “He’s always calling the shower first ya know. It's such a dick move.” Sam murmured, a teasing smile on his face as he observed you gather ingredients in the kitchen.

“Oh yeah? That's okay for right now though Sammy. Just means I get you all to myself.”

You stopped yourself- suddenly remembering he didn't like manu people calling him that. “Can I call you that?”

“You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Your heart skipped two beats, and you had to steady your hand on the counter at his comment. What a little flirt. Damn he was good.

“Aren't you bold?”

“I can be.” he shrugged, watching as you hummed, trying- and failing, to reach for something on the top shelf.

“Need some help?” he asked- suddenly behind you- pinning you up against the counter. You gasped as he reached with ease and grabbed what you needed- placing it on the counter gently.

“Thank you.”

He watched you as you scrambled around the kitchen, chopping vegetables, seasoning the chicken- before he was next to you, taking over.

“Here sweetheart, let me do that. You tend to the chicken, mkay?”

You nodded, appreciative for his help. Especially his over Deans- since Sam seemed to know how to make something other than pie.

“You’re very sweet.” you said, bumping his arm with your hip as you tended to the stove. He smiled. “I try to be. I try to be with girls I want to sleep next to.”

“Oh is this your formal request? I thought you and Dean would be doing rock paper scissors to see who’d score the guestroom.”

He scoffed, making you laugh. “Yeah right. He loses every single time we play- there's no point. Plus, I like the company.”

Well that was true. Sam was easy company, as you knew he would be. He was funny, and sweet- and so curious. Asking about your interests, your passions, your life thus far. You, however- already knew much about his life and his world.

Still, it was nice to ask about things you haven't seen, or didn't know about. And he seemed comfortable enough to open up to you, which made you relieved. You couldn't even imagine how... well weird it would be if you were in their shoes.

But here Sam was, telling you whatever you wanted to hear about, his hands gentle on your hips as he scooted to get past you in the smaller kitchen. You noticed they lingered there a little longer then they needed too- but gods you wish they were there for even longer.

By the time Dean was out of the shower- dinner was pretty well made- a beer cracked open for each of you. “Damn this is luxury treatment- ain't it Sammy?” Dean joked as you handed him a cold beer from the fridge, knowing it was his favourite kind.

“Somethin like that.” he replied, giving you a little look as if to say damn right. Damn right indeed.

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I better not see a blanket or any shit with my face on it. Was the last thing Dean grumbled as he trudged off to his room- clearly pissed Sam had snagged digs with you first.

You were sure you’d get your fair share of both of them- you’d make sure of it. You could hear Sam grumble at Dean from the little area you called a dining room as you started scrubbing dishes.

Hey man- you were the one who was too scared to approach her today. It's only fair.

Dean punched his arm- annoyed. Yeah dude because nerds like you!

You couldn't help but stifle a giggle as he shut the door- knowing there was actually a Supernatural blanket somewhere in that bedroom closet. Oh well. You just prayed he didnt snoop around too much.

You heard the showerhead spew out sprays of hot water, knowing Sam was finally getting his turn to wash up. A yawn escaped your lips, and you realized just how late it actually was. The sun had gone down fully, and you could hear the crickets chirp through the cracked open windows. Planting a kiss on each of your little angels furry heads, you slipped into your room, shrugging off your clothes and slipping on some cutesy pjs.

The “special occasion” ones for slumber parties with your friends, the ones they had begged you to buy after you tried them on jokingly one day in la vie en rose.

They now had come in handy, the fabric soft and silky on your figure as you slipped into bed. Though you were tired, you didn't think you could possibly sleep with Sam naked in the other room. The mental picture you had in your brain made you rub your thighs together, and your breath grew shallow.

No, y/n- calm the fuck down. Calm. Down.

You’d do your before bedtime routine as you always did, picking up your dog eared book from the nightstand and slipping on your reading glasses. Just because two extremely attractive men were in your house and had both been naked in the same shower you used daily did NOT mean you had to shift your plans around.

You tried so very hard to focus on the words on the page, having to reset and re-read some lines, before you found yourself back in an easy rhythm where the words would flow, mental images unfolding like a movie in your mind. So much in rhythm, you didn't even notice Sam crack the door open to your room, slipping in with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his hips.

“You look really cute when you're focused.” he smiled, making you jump, losing your page. You gulped at the greek statue that was shirtless Sam Winchester in front of you, and he just nodded towards the pjs you gave him- sitting on the dresser.

“Forgot these here.” he said and you hummed- because of course he accidently left his clothes in your room- where he was going to be sleeping next to you. These things just… happened.

“You often strut into womens bedrooms with that toga getup?” you asked, prying your eyes away from his figure back to your book- though you weren't reading a single word.

You just couldn't give him the satisfaction of having your tongue all tied up. You wouldn't be surprised if the damn thing was upside down.

“When I’m feeling adventurous.” he shrugged. “Ahh. I see.” you said, as if that was the most obvious answer in the whole wide world.

Holy shit your brain was literally malfunctioning, and he knew it. He knew the effect he had on you- and he wasn't even the cocky one… the bastard-

“Save some room for me when I get back- kay?” he teased, eyeing the large, empty spot next to you in bed, before slipping back to the bathroom. It felt like mere seconds before he was back, shutting your door quietly before he sprawled out on the bed- engulfing it immediately with his large size.

“You alive there?” you asked, setting your book and slid your glasses off to turn your attention fully to the moose and all its limbs spread out like a flying eagle.

“Yes. Your bed is just so fucking comfortable. I havent slept on anything this good in months.” he mumbled into the pillow, craning his neck to look into your eyes.

“I know it's been a while since you’ve been in a nice bed but typically you get under the covers to sleep…” you teased, and he rolled his eyes.

“Smartass.”

“Hey I’m just saying!”

He laughed, dragging himself up as you helped pull the cool sheets back- letting out a gentle sigh as you tucked him in. “Isn't that better?”

“Mmm. So good.” he said, voice laced with sleep, puppy dog eyes making you melt. You slipped down on your own pillow to face him, like you were two middle schoolers gossiping at a sleepover when you were supposed to be asleep.

“Thank you again for everything. For today, and the upcoming days and just… I really appreciate it. We really appreciate it.” he murmured.

You don't know what possessed you to do so, but your hand had found its way to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing his skin in a soft, claiming method that had his eyes fluttering, his large hand coming up to squeeze your wrist.

As if it begged you to keep it there. You wondered how long it had been since he’d felt this… calm. He looked like he craved it- like an addict trying to get its fix.

“Don't worry about it Sammy, I’m always happy to help. I just hope you guys are comfortable here.” you said, the corner of your lip turning up into a soft smile.

“Can I kiss you?”

You stilled. His eyes darted open, pupils widening in alarm.

“Fuck, fuck I’m so sorry- that must sound so weird, I just-”

You cut him off with your lips, a startled moan leaving his lips as kissed him. It was heavenly. His lips were like soft cushions, like the clouds in heaven themselves, just begging- so eager to be touched.

“It's okay Sammy. You’re okay.” you whispered in reassurance because god- did you ever want this. You strived to try to catch your breath, gasping as his hands found their way to your hips and slid you as if you were nothing but feather onto him- feeling something hard and long poke at you from under his pj pants.

“This okay?” he asked, and you nodded feverishly, leaning down to plant another kiss to his lips. You grinded against his cock, a needy whimper escaping your lips at the contact, and he bucked his hips up slightly.

“God you’re such a pretty girl, aren't you? And so sweet, for me. Doin all this- I bet you’d taste just as sweet, wouldn't you?” he cooed, thumbs brushing your hardened nipples that poked through the fabric, making you mewl out in pleasure.

“Yeah you like that dont you sweetheart?”

You nodded, absentmindedly rocking your hips against his as he slid the straps of your top down to expose your breasts. You shivered as his hands cupped them, thumbs still continuing their little circles on your nipples.

“S’so good Sammy…” you moaned, head lolling forward as you continued to rock your hips, leaving a wet patch on his pants. He looked down at the stain, cooing at you as you leaned down to kiss him again, letting him roll you over on your back so he caged you in between his arms- taking full control of you.

“I need you, please-”

“Shh, shh pretty girl I know. But I gotta stretch you out with my fingers first okay? Or it's gonna hurt, and we don't want that now do we?”

You shook your head and he smiled, planting a kiss to your forehead. “Good girl.”

You spread your legs, fingers slipping down to tug your skimpy little shorts and toss them somewhere on the floor, too preoccupied with the way Sam's fingers felt as they trailed your inner thighs to see where they went.

His touch was so tender it was like you were a china doll- something delicate under him he didn't want to break. He trailed a finger across your slit before slipping inside, making you moan his name loudly. You didn't care if Dean heard.You didnt care if the neighbours heard. He felt too good around you,too good- to care.

“That's the spot isn't it? And it's only one finger… you poor, tiny lil thing.” he whispered, kissing you again- swallowing your moans and pants with his lips as he continued to work his finger- slowly adding another digit when he felt you were ready.

He was so sweet and tender it made your heart strings stretch. No one you had ever been with before had been this gentle with you, not only making you feel good physically, but emotionally too.

Whispers of Does that feel good sweetheart? and You’re doing so good for me angel. So good. I’m so proud. sent you keening. You couldn't take it anymore.

“Please Sammy, just please. Need your cock so badly please…”

He smiled. “Dirty words sound so pretty coming from your mouth sweetheart.” he cooed, making you giggle as you struggled to tug off his pants.

As if you couldn't get enough of him fast enough- like you were scared he’d slip off into a corner of your mind you couldn't access ever again. Like a leaf in the wind, the smoke of an extinguished candle flame.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to you as he let out a gentle moan, slipping inside you slowly with ease. Your slick coated him, the fullness washing over you. “Fuck, fuck sweetheart you’re so fuckin tight-” he gasped, letting his forehead fall to rest against yours, biting his lip to try and silence his moans- trying not to wake Dean in the other room.

But they still slipped past his lips as you begged for him to go just a little further, go a little deeper before he bottomed out in you- savouring in the warmth and comfort as you held him close.

“Please.” was all you had to whisper- a signal for him to move, to make love to you-rocking his hips and planting sweet kisses across your cheeks, down your jaw, and to your wrist that was near his head- fingers still woven between strands.

“You’re so beautiful. So,so beautiful. And you feel so fucking good.” he moaned- in almost a pathetic manner, puppy dog eyes wide and full of lust as he continued to rut into you-making the headboard bang against the wall in a steady rythm.

“A-and you’re so beautiful- fuck- so beautiful too Sammy.” you gasped as he thrusted a little harder, smirking at your wide eyed reaction- knowing he was the one making you feel this good, that he was the one doing this to you.

“Yeah? You think so?”

“Mhmm. So beautiful.” You hiccuped again as he stroked your cheek, feeling a teardrop slip down and pool on his thumb. He slipped it in his mouth, tasting your salty tears as you cried from pleasure, begging for release.

“Cum for me sweet girl. Goodddd girl. Did so good for me.” he cooed as you gripped his hair tight enough to hurt- but it only spurred him on harder, groans and moans leaving his lips as you clenched around him.

It wasn't long before he finished inside you- taking note of the birth control packet on your nightstand as soon as he stepped into the room. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your body down from the overstimulation it had just received.

“Hey, hey you okay?” he asked, voice laced with worry as he slowly slid out, placing a hand on your twitching legs.

“M’all good. Just sensitive, I guess. That was a lot. I haven't um.. It's been a while.” you confessed, heat rising to your cheeks.

“That's okay sweetheart. I’m flattered honestly. It's good for my ego.” he teased, making you giggle. “True.” “Stay here, okay? I’m gonna grab a cloth and clean you up. Then we should get some sleep. You’ve had a busy day today.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not that busy…”

“Yes- busy. You’ve done so much for us sweetheart. No if, ands or buts.” he pointed sternly at you, and you playfully snapped your teeth at the digit, as if you were a shark.

“Fine, fine.” You watched as he quietly snuck back to the bathroom, as if he was a mere child trying to sneak a midnight snack. Glancing over to the clock- you realized he was right. It was late, later than you thought- and the day was weighing on you. It was a lot- mentally, to handle.

And your body felt as light as a feather- as if your bones and muscles were jello as you sunk into the bed.

That was a good fuck. The best you ever had. And you expected it from Sam Winchester of all people.

You closed your eyes, just a little bit- feeling a warm washcloth rub against your skin, making you jolt. “Sorry sweetheart, just have to finish cleaning you up. Almost done.” he hummed.

You felt- and smelt your familiar lavender lotion being rubbed- massaged even, onto your thighs and legs, the comforting scent coaxing you into a dream like state. A kiss was planted on your forehead before strong, large arms enveloped you into Sam's chest, warming you from the chill you felt on your naked body.

He hummed a sweet melody, planting more kisses to the top of your head and stroking your hair before you fell into a deep slumber.

And despite Sam being from an entirely different universe, and technically a stranger- from his perspective at least- it was the safest you had felt in a long time.

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Saying the next day passed with a blur was cliche, but it was the god's honest truth. It had come and then it had gone. The morning was lazy, slowly rolling over in Sam's arms to snuggle just a little closer.

He was a light sleeper, already awake by the time your eyes fluttered open, planting a kiss to the top of your head- morning voice low as he groaned. Morning sweetheart.

It was quicken all from that point forward- you had taken your usual morning shower, though you hadn’t bumped into Dean yet. Sam had decided to try and sleep just a little longer, trying to savour the comfort and peace of your bedroom before he had to face reality again.

But he was rudely awoken when a blaring noise sounded throughout the entire house, red lights of the fire alarms flashing. You bolted, just as your cats did- rushing to the kitchen frantically in nothing but a towel wrapped around your middle.

There was Dean, attempting to make something on your stove, and clearly failing miserably.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” you shrieked, grabbing a dish towel and trying to fan out the smoke curling up towards the ceiling. Sam had walked out, half asleep to the sight of you fighting a ghost in the haze of the room with a towel, in nothing but a towel yourself, trying not to slip on the water you were dripping onto the floor.

“No idea but if it means you coming out in just a towel, I’m gonna be doing it a whole lot more.” Dean teased, making you snarl.

“No, no more kitchen time for you. You sit over there and be good.” you narrowed your eyes at him, finally able to see him through the cleared haze- pointing over at the barstools on the island.

“Wha-”

“No, no no no more! Its fucking eight in the morning!” you whined, physically (attempting to, he let you) pushing him out of the little kitchen.

All Sam could do was smile in amusement, getting a real kick out of you smacking his brother around. But of course, Dean was into it.

“I’m gonna make you food when I put some clothes on.” you sighed, turning to stomp back towards the bathroom.

“You don't have to put anything on, ya know. I’m sure Sammy and I will be just fine without it. You look extra cheerful this morning.” he smiled at you, and you didn't even spare him a glance, but simply a middle finger before slamming the door behind you.

Now it was the evening again, you had clothes on, and there was no fire. The boys had been fed, and so far unsuccessful with their search of how to get out of here.

Sam was still on his laptop when you decided your bed was calling your name- muscles tense and tight as you shimmied off the couch, legs tangled with his.

“You off to bed sweetheart?” he asked, looking up as you gave a big stretch. “Too tired to think.” you hummed, planting a gentle kiss to the top of his head, giving his head a little scratch with your long nails before heading to bed.

“Don't you two keep me up all night.” he smirked, sliding on some headphones you were letting him use while he worked. Your cheeks heated at his words and you scrambled to the bathroom, where an unsuspecting guest was at the vanity, toothbrush in hand.

“Is knocking foreign in his universe?” he asked sarcastically and you rolled your eyes.

“Can I brush my teeth with you? Please?” you asked, and his taunting immediately dropped, gaze turning soft.

“Of course sweetheart.”

You nodded, plopping yourself up on the marble counter as you brushed your teeth, looking into his eyes the entire time. No words were said, of course- but the look he gave you was enough. His hand gently traced patterns on your exposed thigh, and you felt your core turn to molten lava as he brushed the hem of your soft sleep shorts.

“Whatcha do with all this anyways?” he asked as he then watched you wash your face, his hands resting on your hips as he towered behind you.

“Put it on my skin cause it makes my skin clear, and it feels good. Want some?” you asked.

He shook his head. “And possibly ruin this perfect face? No way sweetheart.” he joked, making you giggle as you finished applying your creams, skin feeling fresh and hydrated.

You squealed as he spun you around, lifting you up with ease onto the counter, pupils wide with lust.

“You’re so beautiful.” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen back behind your ear, hand lingering on your jaw. You didn't even let him finish, wrapping your legs around his middle and tugging him closer as you kissed him.

Hard.

A little gasp left his lip that just made you wetter, tongue and teeth clashing as your hands wandered their way into his hair, weaving through the strands. You moaned as his lips slid from yours down your neck, sinking his teeth just above your pulse point, licking the skin feverishly.

His hands wandered, pawing wherever he could reach as you let your head fall back, body arching into his touch.

“You’re- so- fucking- beautiful.” Each word was broken up by a nip to your skin, making you wither and squirm, his firm grip on your hips keeping you firmly in place.

“Please-” you whined, not even knowing what you were begging for. Anything, at this point. His touch was a flame that licked your skin, curling up your spine with each kiss. You grinded into him, hands slipping down to hold onto the counter as he tugged you forward, to teeter you on the edge of the counter.

“Please what? Use your words, tell me what you want sweet thing.”

You just moaned, making him smirk cockily.

“Oh c'mon you're a big girl. Tell me what you want. You’ve been so mouthy this whole time, and now when you get your attention you hush?”

“Need you. Please Dean, just anything. Don't be mean…” you whined, making him laugh. He untangled you from him, the sudden loss of contact a shock before you were bent over the vanity, eyes meeting his in the reflection.

“You don't get to tell me about being mean sweetheart. But I’ll give you what cha need, just this once.” he winked, giving your ass a gentle smack.

His praise was oh so different than Sams, a tone of mocking and meanness to it, which was fair with how smart you’d be with him. But he matched your energy, and that… that was attractive. He was flirty by nature,and making him just a little irritated and wait a lil longer… yeah it was worth it.

He watched your chest rise and fall, the way your breasts looked in that little tank top had him audibly groaning. You felt his two fingers tug down your shorts, panties dropping with them, eye contact never breaking.

It was intense. A shiver coursed through your body and you bowed your head as his finger trailed through your folds, gathering the slick on his finger. But you were in no mood to be teased. With Sam, it was sweet and loving. With Dean, this was rough.

You needed it to be rough. “Don't you dare tease me Winchester-” you started, breath instantly taken from your lungs as his cock plunged into you, stretching you out so quickly you almost felt dizzy.

“What was that sweetheart? You makin demands now?” he asked, hips picking up a steady pace as he gripped your hair in his hand, tugging your head up to face him in the reflection.

He was smug as ever and for once- you’d let him. You had nothing to say- no back talk or snarky comment as he rearranged your insides, grip tightening on your hip. You shook your head, moaning his name.

“That's what I thought, baby. I know you're good. You just need to control that tone sometimes.” he cooed, hips thrusting harder as you gripped the edges of the counter, teeth digging into your bottom lip so hard you tasted iron.

“I’m sorry..” you moaned.

“Yeah? You mean it baby?”

You nodded and he smiled. “Gimme a kiss then.”

You turned back, kissing him softly, his lips swallowing your little noises as you came without warning. A low growl sound left his throat as you clenched around him.

“Yeah sweet thing, ya milkin me dry hm? Such a good girl.” You shuddered at his words, body feeling limp as he continued to use you, thrusts turning sloppy.

“Y-you can cum inside. M’on the pill.” you said, sensing he was close. A sleepy, dazed smile was plastered across your face as he threw his head back, moaning incoherent nothings as you felt a warmth coat your insides, stuffing you full. You sagged into his weight as he slid out of you, his cum dripping down your inner thighs.

“Hey, hey I got you sweetheart. Look at me.” he commanded softly, wrapping his arms around you- holding you upright.

“You alright?” he asked, eyes looking to yours for reassurance, and you nodded- his hands cupping your cheeks. “M’okay Dean. Sorry if I’m too mean sometimes. Just how I flirt.”

He laughed. “Oh sweetheart I know. M’just pullin your leg. I like some bark and bite.” he teased, guiding you towards the shower that you so desperately craved.

“Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Then you can bully Sam and I some more before bed.”

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