#vampire enthrallment

[zia-zee-bee]

Walking Home

CW: kidnapping, hypnosis

“I’m just saying, Mr. Lyles has no concept of the subject he’s supposed to be teaching,” Ezra says with a large wave on the air. Eden just snorts, her thumbs under her backpack straps. “If we’re supposed to pass this exam, we need to actually be taught the material! This is the third time he’s ranted about how his wife hates him, no one cares!”

“Well, to be far the other students are feeding into his delusions,” Eden points out, her dark eyebrows raised. “If I hear Connor or David talk about how they totally understand what Mr. Lyles is going through one more time I’ll throw up. I’m so serious.”

Ezra huffs a laugh, and bumps his shoulder with his twin’s. “At least we know they’ll fail for sure,” He says. “But we might get good scores.”

“I miss busy work, those are always easy A’s for me,” Eden mutters, reaching a hand to adjust one of her hair buns. “Our books are good sources, right? So if we study using only those we’ll be fine.”

They turn a corner and Ezra pulls out his phone. “Dad says I need to get by four if I want to do an internship today,” He notes drily.

Eden checks the time over his shoulder. “We have plenty of time,” She replies with a warm smile. “Just don’t destroy another file of work and Dad will keep letting you in his company.”

Ezra lets out a betrayed squawk of indignation. “It was one time like, a year ago!” He exclaims, throwing his arms up. Eden giggles and he slaps her shoulders, pouting playfully at himself. “I should push you into running traffic.”

“But you’d die too,” Eden says with a grin, earning a confused look from her brother. She makes witch fingers at him. “Twin magic works again, Ezzy!”

Ezra rolls his eyes, then catches sight of something over Eden’s shoulder. He frowns in suspicion, before blinking as surprise barely has time to filter across his face, and soon his eyes are flutter. He staggers, causing Eden to start asking if her was okay, before the boy collapses against the sidewalk. Eden screams, kneeling down next to him and shaking his shoulder.

“Ezra? Ezra, wake up!” Eden cries out, opening her phone and scrolling through his contacts. “Don’t worry, I’m going to call someone!”

She called their mom, and it immediately went to voicemail. But before she could hang up and try again, someone spoke right in her ear. “Drop the phone.” And she did. It clattered to the ground, Eden frozen in a kneeling position with her arm still out like she was holding it, her eyes wide and staring in the distance, mouth agape.

A girl her age sat in front of her, grinning sharp teeth. “Who are you?” Eden questions, her voice shaky. She couldn’t move her body.

“Your new favorite person,” The girl coos, still grinning, moving to grab Ezra by his arm.

“No! Don’t touch him!” Eden cries out, lunging forward and pushing the girl away, shielding her brother’s body with hers. A car drove by, making Eden grit her teeth, eyes wide with fear.

The girl cups Eden’s face with both hands, turning her head to look at her. “Don’t fight me,” She murmurs, causing Eden to stifle a gasp as her eyes widened more. “We’re going to go home and you’re going to be my new thrall. How does that sound?”

What the actual fuck is she talking about? Eden thought. “No, who are you?” She exclaims, moving to pull her face from the girl’s hands.

But nails dug into her skin and she froze, the girl’s eyes flashing red. “Relax,” She murmurs, eyes abnormally wide and red. “You want to follow me, and you want to listen to me forever.”

Eden felt her body relax, eyes glazing over. A delirious little smile spreads over her face. “R..right..” She mumbles. “For… forever..”

She giggles sleepily and the girl nods, gently pulling the backpack from Eden’s body. She does the same to Ezra, leaving the two bags on the sidewalk as she grabs Ezra and heaves him over her shoulder using one arm. Then she links her other arm with Eden’s and starts walking into an alleyway, Eden stumbling next to her. “Oh you’ll just love my mansion,” The red-eyed girl gushes, her teeth sharp and eyes glittering. “You’ll have all the toys you’ll ever want, and all the food you’d need.”

“That’s.. ni..nice..” Eden mumbles. Ezra was completely knocked out over the girl’s shoulder, eyes shut and body limp.

“And I’ll get to bathe and dress you up like my own life sized dolls!” The girl continues giddily. “Isn’t that just so nice?” Eden dumbly nods, unsure what she was agreeing too. “My name’s Miss Lara.”

That sends a cold wave over Eden’s body, causing her brow to furrow. But one glance from the ruby eyed girl and a wave of pleasure replaced it, making Eden sigh dazedly. She was sure wherever Miss Lara was bringing them would be amazing.

And if someone started yelling Eden and Ezra’s names from the sidewalk an hour later, finding the abandoned bags and phone, the twins were too far away and far too delirious to hear.

Part 1 >>>

[mobbu-min]

hmmmm… i want to watch nosferatu and have malleus on the brain…

(tw possible yan mal? blood and death, not reader tho)

Vampire Malleus that sees you trembling through the ruins outside his territory. A shaky hand holding onto a heavy flashlight and the other wrapped tightly around your midriff. A pathetic form of protection, he muses.

Mortals tend to steer clear from his area. He wasn’t even sure when was the last time he saw one. Surely by your indecent way of dress, it's been quite a long time. Ah, how time flies when you're a creature of the night.

Vampire Malleus that follows you throughout the night. Always stepping out of sight everytime you squeak and flash your light in his direction. He could see the tiny tears pricking at your glossy eyes. Throughout his years, he’s seen fear plastered across the face of many and yet, something about yours has his dead heart thrumming in his cold chest. Maybe it’s your eyes, big and shaky, or your trembling lips that squeaks like a little mouse. Or perhaps, it's because you're just so pathetically human that it lights up his curiosity.

Faintly he could hear the sounds of other humans approaching the area. And suddenly, your fear has disappeared into relief. And Malleus’ serene smile twitches. His fun is over and soon you’ll disappear beyond his reach. It can’t be helped, Malleus sighs. For as fleeting as you were, you sure were entertaining.

And yet as your voice met your friends and you turned to face them, your foot slipped and you came tumbling down. Yelping as jagged rock embedded itself into your palms and exposed knees. You hissed in pain as you examined the blood that began to leak out your poor cuts, dripping and collecting into a puddle down below.

And just like that the smell of your blood has awoken the beast.

The moment your friends made it up the hill they fell down wordlessly. It didn’t even click in your brain what had happened. Eyes couldn’t even follow the large black blurr that seemingly flew down from the sky and picked off your friends one by one. Leaving them not a second for them to scream, not a second for them to feel an ounce of fear.

Shakely you called out for them. No response came, just the sway of the wind. Fear mounted you to your spot. You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything and the smell of blood, thick and metallic clung to your nose.

And that smell only became more apparent as a pair of sharp slender pale hands reached for you from the darkness. Twisting your head from the lifeless bodies of your friends to the glowing red eyes of a beast. Domineering, lustful. The beast gazed down at you with such ferocity, you were sure you were about to pass. Those hands, stained with the blood of your friends, trailed down to your bloodied hand and lifted it up to its mouth.

A forked tongue slithered from its mouth and slid across your open wound. And just like that, its eyes rolled back and closed, and it visibly shivered. Disgust thick with fear coated your throat at its reaction and your body fought to move. And yet, it’s hold on your wrist turned harsh, knife-like nails digging into the delicate skin of your wrist and you stilled.

Its eyes opened into narrowed slits. Lips parting into a pleased smirk, allowing you to see its long, sharp teeth. And with a voice, deep and smooth and seemingly human, it purred.

“What an interesting find…”

[szilverer]

The Vampyre of Time and Memory

another album-inspired redraw study but plot twist this is actually from october lmao, the last meme reminded me i never got to post it. info + even brighter version under the cut. careful with eyestrain

Queens of Stone Age's ...Like Clockwork. just good ol classic alt rock baby.

unfortunately for eddie boy rei cant cry. apparently.

most of the album fits the FLPCxEddie dynamic in my mind, but specially I Appear Missing (edward's pov), Kalopsia & ...Like Clockwork (post-marriage, the bittersweet variety to put it lightly), and the aforementioned The Vampyre of Time and Memory (reisz specifically). i love music yayayay ^___^ all i do is think of fucked up amvs...

[justfangirlstuffs]

Chase

You're bored and looking for some entertainment, and Sun is more than willing to entertain you.

Vampire Sun x Thrall Y/N

CW: suggestive

Wordcount: 2530

You were bored. Oh, so very bored and restless. Moon was out on an errand. So it was just you, Sun, and DJ and the other spirits haunting the place. Speaking of Sun, you found him lounging in one of the sitting room chairs by the fireplace doing some kind of embroidery project. As soon as you entered the room, his eyes met yours and a wide grin stretched his face.

“Hello, sweet thing. What brings you here?”

You didn't answer right away, instead going over and leaning on the back of the chair he was sitting in. “I'm bored,” you said at length.

“Ah, I see. And you've come to me looking for entertainment, is that it?” He didn't sound bothered, setting aside his project and patting a hand on his lap, quietly inviting you to have a seat.

You smiled, stepping around and slipping into his lap, Sun smoothly pulling you close. “So how should I entertain my darling, hm? We could always go to the kitchen and I could whip up a little something. Maybe brunch with hot chocolate?”

“Are you sure you should be making that?” you asked playfully. “Maybe we should wait until Moon gets back.”

Sun reached down, casually pinching your lower jaw between his long fingers as he stared down at you with a playful smile. “Are you looking to be punished? I can't imagine why else you would antagonize me so.”

You held back a snicker. Apparently, Sun was super sensitive about his cooking skills. “It's fine, I'm not that hungry anyway.” In the background the logs in the fireplace crackled softly and the faint smell of wood smoke teased your nostrils.

“That's makes one of us, then,” he remarked, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His breath was warm and soft, his caress was calming yet electrifying. You felt his sharp teeth lightly grazing at your neck, but... It wasn't even a bite. It was a tease. He chuckled and buried his face in the curve of your neck.

His lips lightly caressed you, his voice whispering in your ear, "Mine." He pressed a soft kiss at your neck, then another. Your pulse quickened and you were so distracted by just this. His scent was addictive, his words pure honey in your ears. And he looked so goddamn fine.

"Oh, is someone hungry?" you asked playfully, feeling his mouth teasing along your neck. Like he wanted something more. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest.

"I'm not only hungry." He looked up at you. His eyes darkened but the fire light still made them glow. He tilted his head and you felt his teeth again. "I crave you, my Star," he purred in your ear. His fingers were at your waist and he moved them up, up, up, under your clothes. His touch was electric. He was as bold and teasing as you wanted him to be.

Your eyes widened, face going red as his fingers snuck under your shirt. You quickly grab his hands, stopping him. "W-wait! I... um... this is just really fast."

His grin became wider as he felt your grip on his fingers. "Too fast?" He said with a playful smirk as his eyes twinkled. "I suppose we do have the whole day ahead of us. I'm not complaining though."

You rolled your eyes but you were smiling. "You are absolutely incorrigible." All the same, you were grateful he had the courtesy to respect your boundaries and stop when you asked.

Sun chuckled. "Well, to be fair... I'm not entirely incorrigible. My hands are right here." He teased, and his fingers went up, just under the fabric of your clothes, touching your skin but going no further.

He was trying to make the touch as teasing as possibly. His fingertips were barely grazing your body, making his intentions clear.

"Your skin is so smooth." His voice purred again, like soft velvet. "It's almost insidious how... Desirable you are."

Your face burned with both embarrassment and appreciation at his words. Your heart was beating way too fast. You almost felt light headed. Okay, well if it was games Sun wanted to play, then you'd play one of your own. You leaned forward, giving him a surprise smooch. Then, in his moment of being stunned, you scrambled out of his lap and made a run for it.

When you gave him a sudden kiss, he froze. Time seemed to slow down and his mind blanked in a good way, his eyes sparkling once again when you jumped out of his lap and ran.

You heard his laugh behind your back. "Really, little star?" He taunted you. "If you think I'm letting you go, then you're sadly mistaken. But by all means..." His voice dipped, making your heart quiver with his next words. “Run as fast as you can.”

And run you did, through twisting halls and up and down staircases of the maze-like manor. You ran so fast everything was a blur and your body was quick to burn itself out. You paused for breath, looking for a place to hide and recharge. You ducked into what appeared to be a guest room. There weren't a whole lot of places in the room you could hide. Making a split second decision, you ducked into the closet and quietly shut yourself into the dark enclose space. You covered your mouth to stifle your breathing.

Sun walked near the bedroom and stepped in, his heels clacking against the hard floor. A small smile was plastered on his face and he moved his head slowly, trying to make out any sound you might've made.

"I know you're in here, my little sweet. You're not the only one good at playing games." His voice was soft but it clearly teasing you. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called playfully.

You kept your hands clamped over your mouth, breathing quietly through your nose while your heart thudded loudly against your rib cage. You could hear him out there. HUNTING for you.

"I can hear your heartbeat, little Star," Sun murmured, his voice and footsteps growing closer as he wandered the room. "I can hear your breath. So quiet. So fast." His tone was playful, but you could hear a drop of excitement in it. It was easy to tell he was having the time of his life with this game the two of you were playing.

Your eyes widened. Of course, he could hear your heartbeat. If that was the case, then he already knew exactly where you were. He was just toying with you. You crept further back into the closet, searching of a dark nook to hide away in but there was none to be found.

"There you are," Sun's voice lilted. You could almost imagine him grinning, but in his usual charming way. There was no escape. You heard his fingers gripped the door of the closet. "There is no use in hiding, sweet thing." His voice dripped with a smirk. He was enjoying the chase, no doubt, but he obviously wanted you too. "I'm getting in there, sooner or later. You won't escape this hunt."

Even though you know there is little use in it, you tried to hold the door closed. If only to prolong the inevitable. You could hear the door bend under Sun's force, his grip not too strong, yet not too weak, just strong enough so the door still stood. His fingers were moving up and down it, trying to find any weak spots.

"Good, good," he whispered, his voice was slightly lower but he was still amused. The sound of it was oddly addictive, almost hypnotizing. "Resist. Don't give up the fight."

A full body shiver ran through you at his words. It was a weird sort of thrill mixed with vindication and pleasure at his praise. He liked what you were doing. He liked it when you resisted. It just made the chase more fun for him. You used all your weight to hold the door shut, fighting and resisting, just like he wanted. Just like you wanted.

"That's it. Keep resisting, my Starlight. Make me break the door to get you." His voice purred darkly, sending tingling goosebumps racing up and down your spine. You could hear the sound of wood splintering under steel nails. It was clear Sun was determined to get rid of any obstacle that would deny him your embrace.

He was like a tiger. You were like a gazelle. And the whole game was a play of cat and a mouse. He was amused and the thrill of you holding off against him made him crave you more, want you more. Wanted you in his arms where you belonged.

Would he really break the door down? Honestly, you wouldn't put hardly anything past him at this point. You held out for as long as you could, but just when you felt the door about to give you jumped back. A cacophony of breaking wood and squealing metal ensued as Sun tore the closet door clean off its hinges, sending splinters scattering to the floor.

His footsteps creaked on wood and a gentle chuckle left his lips as he tossed the door aside and stepped into the small space.

Your breath caught in your throat as your back was pressed against the closet wall as he cornered you. There was nowhere left to run as he pinned you against the wall. His gleaming eyes flickered and his fingers gripped your hips.

"Mine," he growled softly, his claws lightly brushing your skin, tickling you, yet they didn't hurt. "Mine."

He didn't even give you time to say anything, Sun kissed you passionately once again. His tongue played against yours, your bodies touching, him pressing you against the wall. Goosebumps raised on you skin where his claws brushed, and you moaned as his tongue brushed yours.

You heard his laugh once more as he saw your goosebumps, his gaze tracing over your body, his eyes shining with joy. He pulled away, holding you by your cheeks and gazing directly in your eyes. His fangs were glistening like diamonds.

"You were thinking you were going to escape me?" He chuckled. "How precious of you, my darling." He was amused, his eyes still holding a predatory gleam, yet he still managed to make you feel safe. So, so safe.

"No," you admitted. "I didn't think I could escape you. I just... wanted you to chase me. It was... fun." It felt weird admitting all of this, like you were confessing to some sort of scandalous sin. But you didn't feel he would judge you for it.

Sun leaned his head towards your and whispered, "I knew it." His eyes were sparkling with joy. "It was fun, wasn't it?" His voice was quiet but the feeling of desire was very palpable. "Catch and keep. And you, my precious little Star, are caught." His hands held you tight and he looked so happy, leaning down to once more gently press his lips to yours.

You hummed into his kiss, feeling safe and comfortable. Is this what people often refer to as aftercare? You rather liked it. "It would seem so," you murmured in agreement, hooking your arms around his neck. "So then... you don't mind if I occasionally put up a bit of a fight? Just to keep things interesting?"

He laughed, his lips brushing against your forehead tenderly. "Oh no, not at all." Sun smiled. "In fact... I'd say that the hunt is the most enjoyable. The chase, the play for power. The game. I love the game, I could play it for hours." He chuckled and kissed your neck, his teeth slightly grazing your skin once again, causing you to shiver with delight. "You're my little Star. You're always in my reach and afraid to say..." Sun whispered, his teeth lightly biting you but not piercing skin. "There's no escape for you."

Good thing you had absolutely no desire or need for escape then. "Well, then let me give just a little bit of warning," you said before moving your head and biting his shoulder playfully. "This little star bites back."

Your bite was gentle but he let out a little moan, the muscles under your teeth twitching. "Oh, a feisty one, I see." Sun snickered. "A hunt with fire and brimstone. Fascinating. I must say, as a thrall you're a bit of a handful..." He hummed, stroking his long, nimble fingers along your jaw. "And I like this."

"I can be sweet too," you told him. "I'll admit. All of this is very fast. Faster than I'm used to. It feels like... hmm... like I've been crawling for a long time and now suddenly I'm running. So, do you think you can have the patience to let me stop and catch my breath once in a while?"

In all honesty, Sun was very tempted to just throw you on the bed and do some more enjoyable things with you, but... he could be gentle. He liked what you were playing, he liked the chase.

"We'll take it slow." He murmured and leaned closer so his face was almost touching yours. There was also a very faint glimmer in his eyes, as if he was expecting just one more kiss - hoping even. "Slow and steady."

"Thank you," you told him, smiling. Taking gentle hold of his face, you leaned forward and kissed him, knowing he wanted it as much as you did. You leaned against him, suddenly feeling completely tuckered out. "I think I need a nap."

"It would seem you pushed yourself just a little too hard," Sun chuckled, leaning his chin on your head. He held you in his arms, one hand stroking your hair gently. "You can sleep as much as you want, as long as it's in my arms," he whispered, his eyes glittering with affection and his gaze full of love.

His claws lightly brushed your skin, his eyes scanning your face, studying it like it was something precious. Because, as he said, you were. You were his.

You hummed and leaned against him, closing your eyes and letting loose a yawn. "That sounds nice. "

"I've been told that I'm also a good pillow." Sun chuckled, his voice calm and steady. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying down with you resting on top of him. "You can sleep here, sweet thing. I won't let anything happen to you,” he promised, kissing your forehead. “Sleep, rest, feel safe. You deserve all of it, my Star."

"Thank you, Sun," you murmured, curling up on top of him.

He held you closely, his arms hugging you tightly. His fingers were playing with your hair as his eyes were filled with affection. You suddenly realized how exhausted you were. His body felt warm and comforting, perfect to catch some Zs after all of the running and hiding.

"Sweet dreams, my precious little star," he whispered, once again wishing you pleasant rest. "Rest well."

And rest well you did.

[whumpsoda]

wb marsh going into the ‘polite boy’ thrall stages for the first time much to evangelines surprise

“Well isn’t this just a delightful little surprise!” The vampire exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

Marshall’s body swayed along with the weight of his mind, pulled by the gravitation of her magnificent spell. “Wh- um, what… isss…?” He asked, brows furrowing in the immense confusion rattling his brain as he intensely studied her nearly shocked expression.

“You’re such a nice little one all enthralled! I never would have guessed!” Tenderly, she  scritched at the underside of his chin, blissful touch that only scattered his thoughts further.

“R… really…?” Any semblance of praise strangely blossomed warmth through his chest, a sensation he’d rarely ever felt.

Patting him atop the head, the vampire’s power filled him to the brim with bouncing bubbles and cotton candy clouds, drool falling right from his parted lips. “Oh yes, my dear. All that kicking and screaming seems to fly right out the window when your brain goes along with it. Who would’ve thought that under your feral state there still lies a gentle little boy who only wants to please?”

“Uh, um… s- sorry, I… um, can’t-,”

“Poor thing,” she pouted, “your brain is so heavy right now that you must be having much trouble understanding all my big words and fast speech. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, though, thinking is not your job. You just be all sweet and polite while I get you ready.”

He nodded along, no clue what he could be agreeing to. Marshall simply craved more of her approval and enthrallment that did so well at squashing his head to mush. “Mmm… okayyyy…”

[xyzzmy]

It's is important to me that everyone knows I will be obsessed with the 2024 Nosferatu film until further notice. Good day. 💜

[drolta]

Me every time Santiago’s bitch ass is on my screen

[tennessoui]

I'm begging on my hands and knees for more Twilight au, and those are words I never thought I'd say! Anakin being able to resist compulsion, and Obi-Wan seeming instantly obsessed, and poor Shmi! Pretty please 🥺🙏

hey!! sure! here's some more!

(2.5k)

Having a sheriff for a mom sucked a lot when he was a kid growing up in a small town. There was probably nothing Anakin was rebelling against more at eleven, at thirteen, at seventeen than the rule of law his mother represented. 

All things considered, she was pretty good at separating her home life from her worklife. It was Anakin who was bad at respecting the separation, Anakin who couldn’t keep son out of delinquent.  There’s only so many times he could be pulled out of wreckage and bars and buildings with Keep Out No Trespassing signs on them before he got The Sheriff at home and out in public.

He’d hated it growing up and had come to grudgingly respect it later and in fits and starts. His dad dying had, terribly and ironically, helped a lot. His mother had had a stroke just before and then Anakin had been faced with the possibility of being an orphan, and the terror of that had mellowed him out.

Sorta.

He still hates a lot of things about his mother’s job. Especially the fact that she’s the sheriff of a very small town.

And when people talk, she listens.

The thing about small towns is that everyone’s always fucking talking. And other people are always fucking lsitening so they can talk later. One big fucking community, which means when Anakin comes home from his weird doctor’s appointment with Dr. Kenobi, a few hours later because he took a detour biking along the edge of the seaside cliffs just to spit in the good doctor’s metaphorical face, Shmi Skywalker already knows more than Anakin ever planned to tell her.

Like, for instance, “Sheila says that Dr. Kenobi thought it would behoove you to spend some time at the local library volunteering.”

Anakin pauses, backpack half-slung off his shoulders. He hangs his stuff up slowly, careful to keep his tone very light. “Did Sheila say what I told him after he said that?” 

His mom’s silence is very loud.

“I don’t want to do i—”

“I asked the new librarian about it on my way home from the station. She thinks it’s a wonderful idea. Apparently we used to have a program like that in the forties but it died out during the war.”

“Mom, come on—”

“It’ll look good on resumes, saying you created and supported a local reading program.”

“Yeah, but I’m a bit too old to be applying for babysitting positio—”

“It’ll look good for me as well,” Shmi says in her sheriff voice. “Elections are coming up soon. It’ll be good, if my kid was involved in the community.”

Anakin’s glad that his back is still turned to the living room, where his mom is sitting. “Are you gonna run again?” he asks, paying special attention to his tone this time.

“Why wouldn’t I?” his mom replies. “I’ve been sheriff for a decade and a half.”

Anakin lets his eyes fall closed for a second, knowing that his face can’t be seen. This is how they end up half the time: Shmi’s ardent belief that she is invincible, going up against Anakin’s desperate desire for her to be so.

And they just don’t talk about it. As if they’re actually in agreement.

He knows how this is going to shake out.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” His mother asks.

Anakin’s eyes remain closed. “I guess so,” he says.

—--------

Mrs. Kenobi—call me Satine—is sort of scary up close. She’s tall. She glides between bookshelves. Anakin’s never met someone who glides before. And she’s so intensely, incredibly, blindingly perfect that Anakin would rather be anywhere but in her vicinity. There’s something incredibly unnerving about the symmetry of her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones. She’s obviously an absolute knock-out, just drop-dead gorgeous, but it makes Anakin’s skin crawl and his heart beat fast, but not in a good way or a normal teenage boy way.

Anakin tries to keep the unease off his face as Satine leads him through a tour of the library, a gentle hand on his forearm. That’s another thing Anakin doesn’t really like. She’s wearing satin gloves. He doesn’t know anyone who wears gloves anymore.

It’s just all a bit…unsettling.

“I put in a few words around the school yesterday afternoon,” Satine tells him. They pass by the mystery section, the fantasy section, and take a hard right into the young adult section. The shelves are smaller here, and Anakin feels rather stupidly gigantic as he and Satine walk through them. “To some parents picking their children up after school. They agreed it would be good exposure to bring them to the library for an hour or so of reading before supper.”

Anakin highly doubts it will be, but Satine hasn’t really asked him.

She sweeps past his figure and pushes open a pair of double doors with a flourish better suited for a Russian tsarina hosting an elaborate ball than a small town librarian showing off a small, cramped, and dusty room filled with padded seats and threadbare rugs.

And then, as if she has been waiting to put the last nail in the proverbial coffin, Satine adds, “A few students from the local high school will be here as well.”

“Sorry,” Anakin says, “are you saying I’m going to be reading to high school students? Can’t they do that themselves?”

After all, Anakin went to high school here. Academics hadn’t been too rigorously challenging, but they’d taught the fucking basics.

Satine raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow in his direction. “They’ll be volunteering as well.”

Oh. Right.

“It looks good on their college applications,” Satine waves a hand through the air and the words linger there. Anakin looks out the rather dirty window, jaw clenching. “I’ve already chosen a handful of books I think the young ones will enjoy.”

Anakin, committed to his fate, pads over to the titles placed carefully ontop of a short, stout side table. 

“Peter the Rabbit,” he reads off the top. “Peter Pan. Alice in Wonderland. Treasure Island. The Prince and the Pauper—look, you’re the librarian here, but don’t you have anything written this century maybe? Harry Potter, even.”

“These are classics,” Satine tells him, her nose raised into the air as if she has encountered something particularly foul-smelling. She turns away, presumably to return to the front desk so she can welcome half the fucking town inside the library so Anakin can read them fucking Anne of Green Gables and become a better person.

“These are fucking boring,” he mutters to himself, flicking the cover of the first book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz open. Publication date: 1900. “I’d rather be in Kenobi’s office getting lectured at.”

There’s a sharp noise of disapproval from the doorway, and Anakin’s head snaps up to see the tail end of a very heated look from the librarian before the door closes behind her.

He shivers, alone in the emply room, and it takes several long minutes for his heart to settle back into its normal pace. 

—----------

After the fourth kid sneezes, Anakin closes his book with a snap and stands from the very small chair they’ve got him sitting on. “Come on,” he tells the cluster of children he’s been assigned to. “We’re getting out of here.”

“Are you kidnapping us?” One of them, a snot-nosed kid who’d started the sneezing says, rubbing at her cheek beneath her glasses. “Cause mommy says that’s not allowed.”

“I’m not kidnapping you,” Anakin snaps back, barely holding in his natural follow-up to the sentence which is of course, I don’t want to be around any of you in the first place. “Also, just for future reference, you shouldn’t ask if someone’s kidnapping you after you already start following them.”

The girl scowls and reaches up her hand to hold onto Anakin’s. 

For the love of Christ.

“We’re just going to go into the main part of the library,” Anakin tells his children, all six of them. “They have windows out there.”

They have windows out there and they also have parents. Parents who absolutely should be doing other things with their lives and precious hour of extra freetime.

Parents who are clustered instead around the library’s front desk as the town’s newest librarian holds court.

“Is reading time over?” one of the kids asks him, turning his head to look up at Anakin.

Anakin thinks about it. “Do you want reading time to be over?”

The kid thinks about it back. “Yeah,” he decides. “You don’t do the voices good.”

“It’s a boring book,” Anakin tells the kid. “Voices aren’t going to make it better.”

“Voices always make it better,” another kid says. “They make everything better.”

“Oh look,” Anakin says. “Is that your father?”

He gestures vaguely towards the cluster of drooling middle-aged somethings focused on Satine.

The kid peeks around his thigh and then shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That’s Dr. Obi.”

“Dr. Obi!” The kid holding Anakin’s hand says, and she lets go.

Anakin gets a bad feeling about this, a feeling that only doubles when he turns around to see Dr. Kenobi sauntering towards him, hands tucked into the pockets of a long dark jacket that makes him look even more pale than he already is.

He scowls automatically as the man gets closer. “Dr. Obi.”

Dr. Kenobi spares him a look that’s far too amused for Anakin’s pleasure before he crouches down to the level of the kids. “Hello there, young ones,” he says, opening his arms to accept a hug from the traitor of a girl Anakin’s just spent thirty minutes reading to. “Are you eating all your vegetables? Even the brussel sprouts?”

“I like brussel sprouts,” one of the kids reports sounding proud, and that starts a cacophony of opinions about brussel sprouts from all around Anakin.

“Wow! One of mine just absolutely hates them,” Dr. Kenobi says. “She refuses to eat them, so you’re very brave, Michele.” He lets go of the girl and turns his golden-brown gaze up to Anakin. “And what does Mr. Skywalker think?” he asks, raising a hand for Anakin to take. It’s very obvious he’s asking for a hand up and Anakin is obeying before he thinks about it. He snatches his hand free almost too soon, but Dr. Kenobi doesn’t even have the grace to lose his balance and fall over. 

His hand is like ice in Anakin’s, and Anakin stuffs his fingers into the pocket of his jacket automatically a second later.

“Do brussel sprouts help with circulation?” he’s biting out before he can stop himself. “Cause you may need some then.”

Kenobi’s head tilts very slightly to the side as his eyes catch and hold onto Anakin’s. “Oh?” he asks lightly. 

“You’re cold,” is all Anakin mutters in return. He swipes his other hand against the back of his neck. “”S poor circlutation, isn’t it? Something in your diet maybe?” Dr. Kenobi blinks at him and then breaks into a wide smile. “I can assure my diet is very…circulation-mindful,” he says. “Blood health positive.”

Anakin’s mouth thins into a line. He guesses that’s what he gets for trying to give health advice to a doctor, especially a doctor like Kenobi who just so happens to be devastatingly attractive and also smart.

And also an asshole. And also married.

Speaking of which. “Are you here to fend off your wife’s admirers with a scalpel?” Kenobi’s eyebrows raise. “Young ones,” he turns his head away from Anakin, down to the children.

The strangest feeling breaks of Anakin the second Kenobi looks away, almost as if a strange pressure he hadn’t even realized had been building was suddenly dissolved.

The very small beginnings of a headache begin to thrum in his temples.

“Young ones, it’s time to find your parents, isn’t it?” Kenobi says, and like fucking magic, the crowd of six children around Anakin disperse, children swarming away from him towards the group of adults surrounding the front desk.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” Anakin blurts out, even though he’d meant to ignore Kenobi now that he doesn’t have to make nice in front of small kids. Not that he was really making nice in the first place. But now he definitely doesn’t have to.

Kenobi gives him a half-smile, eyes heavy-lidded. “It’s a special sort of skill that takes, above all else, much practice.”

Anakin scowls. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Does Kenobi think he can’t commit himself to something even as mundane as a fucking commanding persona? Does he think he doesn’t have it in him to be–-

Kenobi’s eyebrows go up again. “Has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly defensive?” 

“You’re extremely nosey,” Anakin snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t you have better things to focus on right now anyway?”

He gestures loosely towards Satine, who has started playing with one of the mother’s bracelets as the other woman stands and looks at her rather dumbfounded.

Kenobi follows his gaze and then lets out a huff of laughter. “Satine can take care of herself,” he says, even though it hadn’t really been Satine that Anakin was worried about.

He’s about to open his mouth to say so when Kenobi turns back to him. His eyes are piercing, a dark, captivating sort of gold. 

“Do you find my wife beautiful, Anakin?” he asks.

Anakin blinks. His headache is getting worse, which is probably down to what can only be a trick-question fashioned to look like a grenade lobbed at his feet. “I don’t think there’s a good answer to that,” he mutters, rubbing absently at his forehead. “What the fuck.”

“An honest answer is a good one,” Kenobi says lightly. “Tell me honestly.”

The words feel pulled from Anakin’s stomach, and he’s opening his mouth before he realizes it. “No,” he says. 

Kenobi’s eyebrows crinkle together. “No?”

Anakin curses his stupid impulse control. “She’s beautiful,” he adds quickly. “Really. But…it makes me uncomfortable.”

Kenobi’s lips purse, and then there’s something like disappointment in his eyes as he examines Anakin. “Ah yes,” he murmurs. “I’ve been told my wife can make countless young men feel rather uncomfortable. It’s normal in men your age, Anakin. Sexual ar—”

“Uncanny,” Anakin blurts out. He doesn’t mean to, but he also doesn’t want to listen to  Kenobi trying to lecture him on fucking arousal in the public library. When it’s not even relevant. “She’s so beautiful, it’s uncanny.”

“Uncanny.”

“Yeah, like. Monstrous.”

Kenobi’s mouth falls open, pink lips parted in what looks like honest surprise.

Anakin’s own eyes widen as it hits him that he’s just called Kenobi’s wife a monster to Kenobi’s face.

“Shit,” he says. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m going to go.” 

He throws a look at Kenobi, whose eyes are lit with something a lot like interest and then across the library to where Satine’s head is turned, cocked, and eyebrows up high on her forehead, as if she’s just heard everything he’s said.

He decides rather immediately that he’s going to take the backdoor exit.

[zia-zee-bee]

Masterlist

Hi, my name is Zee, I write fanfiction on AO3 and original(?) writing on tumblr! she/her pronouns!

I love vampires, whump, hypnosis, and magical things that go along with that. I’ve been writing for a long time, but I recently got into whump(or I recently found out that whump is a category).

The V/H Records

A collection of stories span time about vampires and humans and how they coexist.

The Story of Colette

A story about a girl who tries to comfort the wrong person and ends up losing everything she has/is in a supernatural way.

[willyhoos]

a very self indulgent twipri au i made... vampire!zelda x vampire hunter!link..

in which a rancher from ordon is suddenly afflicted with lycanthropy, and hunts down the cursed hylian queen who is absolutely, DEFINITELY responsible for it...

(spoilers: he's Mega Wrong)

a bit more info about the au below the cut!

"Link, go assassinate the Hylian queen so we can go back to living normally." instructions unclear i have fallen in love with her

midna is somewhere probably maybe once i figure out what to do with her .

[transkingbee]

The first episode of season 4 of @notquitedeadpod might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever fn heard.

There is something wrong with me.

[auroras-void]

Something I fucking love about transitioning is that I can be having a shitty ass day, but then I walk by a mirror, and I see how perfect my hair is and how soft my features have become, and I remember that like "oh yeah, I'm actually really fucking hot holy shit".

[justfangirlstuffs]

Truth

You're alone in the manor with Moon, and there's plenty for the two of you to get up to. Especially when you make a rather... surprising request of him.

Vampire Moon x Thrall Y/N

CW: suggestive

Wordcount: 5010

Moon was the one who woke up first. His hand was on your thigh, but your stirring woke him. As you woke, Moon's arms wrapped around you tighter, and his embrace felt like the most comforting thing in the world.

"Good morning," he purred as he caressed you. Your neck was still marked by him from last night. Those love bites were still fresh, and if you touched your neck you would feel them.

Your heart raced when you felt his rumble reverberate through your body and you felt his fingers rub over you. Memories of last night's feeding session flooded over you and you gazed up at him, cheeks warming.

"Morning," you mumbled shyly, still getting used to sharing a bed. You noted Sun was nowhere to be found.

Moon smiled at you, his eyes focused on your face. "Did you sleep well?" He smirked, his hand slid down to your waist and further down to your thigh, as he pushed his body closer to yours. "You're a little flustered."

You mentally check in with yourself. Despite having been fed on, and having your blood drained, you felt pretty good. Really good actually. "I'm a little sleepy, but I'm alright," you answered, happy that he was checking in with you. It led you to suspect that he really did care about your well being. His eyes looked down at the marks he left on your neck, and he didn't seem ashamed about it. On the contrary, he looked happy about it. You reached up to touch them and you shiver, your blush deepening.

"I left my mark on you. You're mine," he said almost in a teasing manner.

The way he said the word 'mine' sent another shudder rocking through your body, and you knew that what he was saying was not something to be taken lightly. His hand slid up your thigh and then to your hip, his other arm around your waist kept you close to him. You felt warm and safe in his arms. The bed was indeed really comfortable.

"Now, tell me..." His voice was a bit lower than usual, almost as if he was whispering in your ear. "Did you want more?"

“Can I have breakfast first?” Your words were punctuated by a soft growl from your stomach.

"Breakfast. Alright," he said, with a smile. He pulled the bed sheets aside for the two of your to slide out. "I'm expecting to have you once I'm done though. Do you have any preferences?" He asked, still holding you in his arms. "You should let me know."

"Um... I like pancakes," you said after a moment.

"Alright, pancakes it is then." He moved to the edge of the bed, still keeping his hands on you and still being extremely close to you. “Leave it to me. I'll take care of you." He smirked at you, his hands still on your waist. "For now, I think your morning can be spent in my arms, right?"

Geez, you couldn't think of a better way to spend the hours. "Okay," you murmured. Deciding to be just a little bold you placed your hand on one of his, just gently stroking over his fingers.

Your touch sent sparks through him, his expression softened as he smiled back at you. You were getting bold, but he liked that. The two of you went to the kitchen and immediately Moon got to work gathering what he needed to make you breakfast.

"How do you like your pancakes? With chocolate? Or berries? Or some other kind of toppings?" He said this while he started to melt butter in a pan, the movements seemed to be natural to him. It was clear that cooking was one of the things he enjoyed, despite his vampire nature, Moon loved making food for others.

“Some fruit on top would be great,” you answered, sitting down at the table and watching him work. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. The way he moved was so mesmerizing. "And little whipped cream would be nice too."

"Alright." Moon said, taking that into consideration. He got out some strawberries and blueberries setting them aside. "Actually, I want you to try something. Close your eyes, take a deep breath." You stared at him curiously but decided to trust him and closed your eyes. "And then, open your mouth."

Swallowing nervously, you parted your lips. "Ahh," you say for the fun of it.

You felt something soft, cool, and sweet pressed between your lips. Your eyes went wide as a strawberry slid into your mouth. Moon watched, his smirk wide and pleased, that was just too cute.

“That was very good, sweet thing,” he whispered, caressing a hand over your cheek as he watch you chew and swallow the fruit. Your cheeks were no doubt as bright and red as the berry you just consumed.

"I know I'm simply irresistible but stay focused on the task at hand, hmm?" you remarked, trying to regain some of your mental footing.

Moon laughed out loud, clearing finding your comment amusing. “Of course. Anything for you, Star.”

You smiled, watching him get back to cooking. This was nice. Comfortable. Domestic. It wasn't long before Moon brought over a steaming plate of pancakes topped with sliced fruit. They looked and smelled delicious and your stomach rumbled with excitement.

The first bite of the pancake was heaven and you moaned loudly as you savored the taste. "These are so good!" Soon you were devouring the pancakes at a rapid pace, eager to fill your stomach, and within minutes you've cleared my plate.

"I'm glad you like them," Moon said as he watched you finish your plate. "You have a wonderful appetite. Would you like more? I made plenty."

You happily helped yourself to a second plate, eating more slowly this time. Before long there was nothing left.

Moon kept looking at you smiling, he couldn't help himself. "I'm glad you're so happy with my cooking." He took the plates away, placing them in the sink.

"It was wonderful, thank you," you said, feeling pleasantly stuffed and you released a happy sigh, feeling relaxed.

"No problem," Moon said. After a moment of silence and just watching you, he asked, "Can I ask you something?" His voice sounded serious.

"You just did." You grinned widely at him. "I'm just kidding. What did you want to ask?"

Moon chuckled a bit at your response, he liked that you were so playful. "Do you... still enjoy spending time with me?” he looked curious. "I know a lot has changed in very little time.””

“Of course I do,” You said without hesitation. You could scarcely believe he was even asking you that. "You're kind, and sweet, and thoughtful. And even though you have your urges, you listen to me and you're considerate.” He could have easily forced anything onto you and there's little you could have done, but he didn't That meant everything to you. “If anything... I'm more worried that you might get tired of me.”

Moon listened to your answer and a relief came over his features. It seemed that was the answer he was hoping for. "I could never get tired of you, my sweet Star. In fact, there is no length of time with you that could ever be enough for me.” He smiled at you, he genuinely meant his words.

His words caused you to grin fiercely, taking his hand in yours. "I'm glad," you said, and you meant it with all your heart. "This has been an exciting experience."

"Oh, you've yet to see nothing." He chuckled. He brought your hand to his mouth, and gently kissed it. He didn't move, and his mouth lingered there for a while. "You know nothing yet, this is just the beginning." Moon's voice was soft and deep, your heartbeat sped up as his lips graze over the inside of your wrist before teasingly moving up your arm.

You really hoped that he meant those words. You blushed as he pushed up your sleeve, his lips teasing along your skin.

“I'm starting to think you enjoy teasing me way too much," you remarked, feeling your skin heat.

"I like it because it's fun," he said, and his face had that cute, sweet smile again. "You get so flustered, it's so endearing." He chuckled. His fingers lightly grazed over your neck, leaving tingling trails in their wake. "And I wouldn't be against you teasing me either." He whispered close to your ear. "I actually invite you to do it."

Gosh dangit, even though you tried to fight it, you can't help the smile tugging at your lips. He wasn't wrong. The teasing was fun.

"Oh? You want to be teased?"

You leaned in slowly, as if to kiss him. Then you dart out of your seat and run to the opposite side of the room, laughing. This was his treat. Based on what you've seen, he and Sun liked it when you resist. It excited them. So he got to have a little chase to get things started.

Once again you surprised him, and he couldn't help but laugh, he found this idea of yours rather amusing, and also pretty cute, and he liked it.

"Now you're getting interesting." He chuckled and got up from his place, following you with a wide smile on his face, his fangs glinting.

"Mmm," you hummed and once more moved out of range of his grasp. Just far enough out of reach that he had to follow you if he wanted to hold you again. A smirk played on your lips.

"You know, you're not that fast," he snickered, his eyes were locked on you with attention as he quickly closed in on you.

Your grin got wider. "I'm not, huh? Maybe I should try harder." You hurriedly stepped out of range once more, this time darting behind the kitchen table, flashing him a teasing smile.

"Hah! That's the spirit!" He said when you darted away, he was laughing again, but his eyes were locked on you and alight with glee as he gave chase. "My little Star is up for a challenge, I see."

"I just have to be faster than you," you said, scurrying away to the other side of the kitchen, a small giggle leaving your lips. You moved back and forth, ready to dart away if he got too close.

Moon kept following you, that cute, tiny smile never leaving his face, he enjoyed this. He always liked when you teased him. He followed you across the room. A smirk was on his face, he didn't intend to do anything just yet. He was having some fun with you.

"Someone is asking for trouble," he purred darkly, as he tried approaching you again, slowly, but confidently.

You smile and make a faint to the left but you go right and sprint out of the kitchen.

Moon had just one thought: get them.

He chased you out of the kitchen, down the hallways. Despite your best efforts, was gaining on you though, your lead on him was rapidly disappearing. You made the mistake of looking back over your shoulder only to find he'd vanished. Your head whipped around, heart hammering as you tried to figure out where he'd gone.

A manic giggle sounded from above your and your head whipped up to find Moon clinging to the wall like a spider, grinning down at you. You turned to run, but it was far too late. The predator had closed in on it's prey. You felt feel Moon's hands hook around you, lifting you off the ground. You let loose a scream of giggles as your effectively caught. "No fair!”

"Did you think I'd let you out of my grasp that easily?" He smirked, his breath was in your hair. He was still holding you, his arms around your waist, he didn't want to let you go. "My Star is adorable, they even scream when they get caught."

You were unable to break loose as Moon carried you to one of the bedrooms. Shutting the door behind him, he took you and put you on the bed, your body against his and your face mere inches from his. He was now leaning down on top of you, and suddenly he pinned your arms down on your sides.

You had hoped you'd be fast enough to hide, just to prolong things just a little bit. But it seemed like Moon was done with waiting. Your eyes widened as he effortlessly pinned you down. But you didn't feel scared at all. You squirmed in his grasp, fighting against his grip, but it's more for show than any real attempt to get away.

"Aw, I like it when you squirm." He smirked as he leaned down towards you, your faces were extremely close together. His eyes were piercing through you as he looked at you. His body completely pressed against yours, his hands still on your wrists, he didn't want you to go anywhere.

His breathing became a bit uneven, as the excitement was getting up. He placed a hand on your cheek and his clawed thumb brushed over your lips.

You squirmed harder, trying to find some weakness in his grip but their was none. He had you trapped, right where he wanted you. His gaze sent a shiver rolling up your spine. His hand gently placed itself behind your head, and he finally claimed your lips in a fierce kiss, his grip still being extremely tight but not to the point of hurting you. He wanted to make you feel how much he loved you, wanted you. You were his, and he would prove it as many times and as many ways as it took.

His kiss tasted like heaven and yet so exquisitely sinful. You moaned against his mouth, your body arching up to meet his. You wanted to hold him, but your arms were still pinned down. He had all the control.

He enjoyed this, as much as you did. You could feel his arms shaking a lot as he put more of his body weight on you, trying to pin you down as much as he possibly could. He enjoyed it so much when you moaned, it was clear from the way he held you. You could feel how much he truly wanted it, and he wasn't going to stop.

You felt him nibble on your lower lip, and his hand moved up to your cheek and gently pulled on your chin towards a more comfortable position.

You felt his teeth bite your lip, his tongue requesting access, and your mouth parted for him, your tongue eagerly meeting his. Your body was getting hotter with every second, the delicious friction of his body against yours causing pleasure to curl in your gut.

His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. It seemed like he enjoyed tasting you, your tongue, your mouth. His lips were soft and they moved with yours in a perfect rhythm keeping a pace of your comfort.

His body rubbing against yours caused a wave of pleasure to rush though your body, making you feel a pleasant tingling in all of the right places, it was a mind numbing sensation and it made you want to fully give into him. You let loose a low whine as once more you tried free your arms but Moon kept them pinned down. You wanted to hold him, but you weren't moving without his say so.

"Do you really need to use your hands?" Moon asked you teasingly.

He sounded slightly amused, and he looked at you for a few moments, watching your reactions. He began softly nibbling at your neck, causing the feelings to become even more intense.

"Maybe if you beg... very, very nicely." He smirked, you could feel him nibbling more firmly. You felt like he was going to bite harder if you refused to answer.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, but you closed your eyes and murmured, "Please, can I hold onto you?"

"You're still not trying hard enough." He grinned against your neck, you heard a chuckle leave his mouth. He pressed his body even harder against yours. "I still feel some resistance, I want to make sure you really want it." His voice sounded so serious, so firm, you felt a slight bit of pressure coming from it.

You bite your lip for a moment before swallowing down your pride. "Please, Moon," I say a little louder. "I want to hold you. Please?"

"Very good." He let go of your wrists and let your arms free. He bit down a little harder on your neck but his fangs had yet to breach skin. He wanted to hear you again, he wanted you to beg more.

As soon as your arms were free, you wrapped them around Moon's torso, your fingers digging into his back. You were starting to get lost in the sensations, but before that... there was something you wanted to ask him. “M-Moon?”

He didn't pause, but his mouth slowed in it's teasing enough to ask, “Yes, sweet thing?”

“Could you.... put me in a trance?” you asked, feeling your cheeks flush.

That caused him to stop and he sat up to gaze down at you curiously. “You... want me to?”

“I just... I wanna know how it feels,” you mumbled, glancing away in embarrassment. “And... I trust you.”

You felt Moon's hand gently cup your cheek and tilt your head so you were looking back at him. He smiled down at you. “If that's what you want...” He paused. He was giving you the chance to reconsider. To back out.

You swallowed down your nerves. “It is,” you said resolutely.

Moon considered you for a few moments more before nodding. “Alright. All you have to do is relax... and let me in.” His lips were curled into a playful, teasing smile as he looked at your face carefully, his red eyes gleaming brightly. “We're gonna play a little game.”

In the dark room, Moon's eyes illuminated his sharp smile. You couldn't fight the shiver that rolled through you.

"So what are the rules of this game?" you asked softly.

"Let's just say, that... You have to do whatever I say." He smirked, and the glimmer in his eyes was rather playful and teasing. "And the punishment for failing... Well." Moon leaned slightly closer to you, his fingertips tracing your neck once more... "That's up to me, pet~" He said in a low voice, he had that mischievous grin still on his face. It was hard to say if it was meant as something flirtatious or... something more. "But don't worry. You're gonna have as much fun as I am."

A part of you was very eager to figure out what the game actually is. His fingertips were still tracing your neck, as he looked you right in the eye. His words seemed to be so confident, and his gaze... It was almost hypnotizing.

You stared up at him, finding yourself believing what he was saying. That you'd have fun too. Your eyes drifted to the door where you came, and an intrusive thought wormed its way into your mind, of what would happen if you decided to make a run for it. Would he LET you?

You felt a tingle up your spine - his fingers were still holding your neck, tracing it softly. No doubt about it - his touch was really soothing, and you could feel that he was doing his best to calm you down. The way he was talking, he was so sure that you'd have fun... And you believe it as well.

The thought of running came to your mind, but it seemed to disappear as you felt the touch of his fingers again. "You're not gonna run, I can promise you that." Moon said, looking right into your eyes, as if he knew what you were thinking.

Your eyes fluttered close at his soft touches and you relax in his hold. Maybe... maybe you could play.... just for a little bit. What was the harm?

"Good... Good..." he said in a calm, soothing voice that was making you feel even more relaxed. You couldn't help but believe his words. "What was the harm? Why not play? It'll be fun, just... Try it out." It was a voice in your head that urged you to keep going.

His fingers started circling your neck, playing with it, tracing it as he was keeping you in his hold. "You're not gonna run," he whispered, it was as if he knew your thoughts and was saying it out loud.

"I'm... I'm not gonna run," you repeated, the words falling from your lips.

He nodded, his face still looking serious despite his mischievous expression.

"Now... The game is gonna be a mix of truth or dare." His grip tightened lightly. "I don't want you to think too much about it, just have fun." The bell on his wrist tinged softly, and his fingers stayed on your neck now. You knew that you couldn't run away - it was too late, you knew that you were in it. "Let's begin then... I'll let you choose first."

"I choose truth," you said, enjoying the way the bell tinged so sweetly.

"Hm..." Moon hummed. "Alright, let's see..." He placed his hand on your lower back, running his hand in small circles there.

"Let's start with something nice, and easy... hmm... What do you like the most about me? It can be anything really," he said in a playful tone, his lips curling up into a slight, teasing, smile. "And you have to answer it, no backing away."

"I like how affectionate you are," you said without hesitation. "I like the games you play and the way tease me. Even if it's embarrassing or frustrating sometimes, it's... endearing."

The bell on his wrist started tinging more loudly, and his mouth was forming a smile, which only became bigger as he heard your words. "Mmm~" he mumbled sweetly.

Moon let go of you and moved back a little, still smirking. You let loose a small whine, finding yourself sorely missing his touch. "Thank you, Star." His eyes were focused on you, he was just looking, observing you. "But... I think you need to know who you really are. Do you wanna hear your own truth?"

You stared at him, puzzled by his words. "My truth?"

He placed a hand underneath your chin and looked you right in the eye, his gaze was fixed on you, like he was about to reveal the biggest secret of your life. "Yes. Your own truth. It's gonna be good for you, believe me. And... You do want to hear it, don't you? I just know it." He smirked, that teasing smile of his still on his face.

"I...Yes, I do," you said, staring up into his eyes.

"Your truth is, that... you love to be teased. You love to be teased by me." His gaze was soft, his voice was sweet and calm. It sounded true, it sounded like your truth. "You enjoy my words, and you enjoy my touch. You enjoy our little games, no matter how embarrassing or how difficult it might get for you." He let go of your chin slightly and leaned closer to you. "Isn't that right?"

Your cheeks flushed and you want to look away but you can't. "Yes."

He smiled, his lips curling up. "See? You just admitted that you love my teasing. This is proof, isn't it? Now, you also get to admit that you love being touched..." He placed his fingers through your hair and started playing with it. "And you know, your body is saying that you enjoy it. And it's not like I hate it, either..." He moved in closer, looking you right in the eyes. "Admit it."

"I..." You paused only for a moment. There was no harm in answering, right? It was just a simple question, and Moon wanted an honest answer. "I do. I like being touched."

"Mhm~" His voice came out as a low moan. His lips curved into a wide, mischievous grin. "And there we have it then. You know, you could've chosen dare first...” His fingers continued to softly touch and tease you. "But here we are, that's okay too. Maybe... It's fun that you'll see me tease you a lot more. Isn't that right?"

You hummed softly and nuzzled into his hand, hoping he didn't mind. Your cheeks blushed at the thought of him teasing you even more than he already did, but you also didn't mind the idea. In fact... you loved it.

"I knew that you'd enjoy it." Moon purred, his tone was sweet and tender. It was hard to say, but in this moment, and that moment alone, his flirty and playful aura was... Not that present. No, in this situation, he was acting a lot more gentle, caring and soft, and that contrast was enough to catch you completely off-guard.

"I'll be teasing you even more," he whispered, a sly smirk back on his face. Moon's touch was still there, and it was calming. He didn't seem to mind it at all.

It wasn't a threat, but a promise, and you found, in that moment, you didn't mind it. In fact, you were happy. Content.

"We're gonna have so much fun~" Moon hummed, he seemed to look at you rather... intently. "Don't forget, pet." The word pet didn't sound like a threat, rather it sounded... loving. "You agreed to play the game, you agreed to follow through my rules and do whatever I say. You agreed to be teased, and touched, and... What's the word? 'Embarrassed' is the one we were already using." That smile of his was still there as he cradled your face in his hands. "Remember."

"I remember," you replied with a nod. "Dare."

His grip around you tightened slightly, it wasn't painful but it felt good, and his face was still in his rather soft expression, a playful expression too, yet, not as flirty as before.

"I want you to... kiss me." He said his mouth curled by an amused smile, and if I had to say, I'd think that he knew what kind of reaction his words would get from you. "Here, and now." He whispered, his claws gently grazing across your scalp.

Your cheeks heated, but you moved forward. He was so tall you had to lean up, your hands clinging to the front of his shirt as you kissed his mouth.

Moon's smile grew bigger as you did what he asked. He smirked and leaned closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. His grip on you tightened, and he looked you right in the eyes. It was written all over his face, a look of satisfaction.

"Good kitten." He whispered, a slight purr to his voice. "You're doing great~"

You blushed even more at his words. The praise felt good, validating. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted him to kiss you. Moon's fingers ran through your hair again, his other hand resting on your lower back.

"Go ahead, Star. Kiss me again." His voice came out as a low moan, and his words were whispered, his gaze was still focused on you - there was no doubt about it. He was watching you. He wanted to see what you'll do next.

You did as he asked, You kissed him again, longer, moaning softly as he kissed you back, gripping you tightly. His body pressing against you and his hands moving into a hug, his lips still on yours. The sound of the bell filled the room, it was almost as if the bell was cheering you two on, it was making the moment feel more... intimate.

As he slowly pulled away, his breaths were heavy. "Mm... You know how to play games, kitten..." His hand was running down your spine now, his gaze locked on you. "I like that."

You were panting, your lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. Your cheeks were flush as you stared up at him, unable to look away. 'Thank you," you said softly.

He gave you a sly smirk, his fingers still gently caressing your body. "Thank you, pet. It was a lovely kiss~" He looked you over for a few moments and nodded. "You do look really cute when you're blushing." He purred, as he looked you over once again. Taking your chin between his fingers, Moon said in a suddenly commanding voice. “Now, wake up.”

You blinked, and suddenly all your senses came rushes back, but you had all the memories of the last several memories. You didn't think your face could get any hotter.

“How was that?” Moon asked you softly, his eyes searching yours, his touch careful. As though you were made from spun glass. “Are you alright?”

“That was...” you trailed off. You didn't know how to fully describe it. You were yourself except... free. Free from fear, doubts and inhibitions. Yet it was an illusion of freedom since moon had all the control. And yet... he hadn't abused that. He hadn't taken things too far. He'd teased you, caused you o admit some things about yourself, but he hadn't pushed you beyond your comforts. “Yeah, I'm okay,” you said at length. “Better than okay.”

“I'm glad.” He carefully bundled you up in his arms, gently stroking your back.

You lay there nestled against him, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and euphoria. “Weren't you hungry?” you asked softly.

“When you're ready, Star,” he murmured softly. “I can wait.” He kissed your forehead then murmured. “I'd wait forever for you.”

You smiled and clung to him happily, hoping your embrace would convey what words could never fully capture. And wait he did.

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