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RELATIONSHIP: Billy Loomis x Stu Macher

SUMMARY: Stu sincerely apologizes to Billy during a rare moment of vulnerability, hoping to ease his remorse by helping Billy to a place of acceptance. (PT.2)

WORDS: 1,954

TAGS: Scream (1996), Light Dom/Sub, Billy Bottoms, Stu Tops, Gay Panic, Silent Treatment, Love Confessions, Makeup Sex, Apologies, Yearning, Slow and Sensual, Oral, Rough Seggs, Scratching, Spit as Lube, Swallowing, Spitting, Wet & Messy, Deep Throat, Erotic Asphyxiation, Masturbation, Cum as Lube, Anal (MATURE CONTENT 18+)

“This better be a good fucking apology," Billy said, giving Stu a quick kiss on the lips, aware of the taste he had in his mouth just a moment ago.

Stu released his grip on Billy and instead placed his hands on his shoulders. Changing positions, he directed Billy’s body toward the bed. Now both of them stand close, their bodies almost touching like magnets, as Stu thought about exactly where he wanted Billy. He guided him onto the bed, carefully grabbing one leg at a time so Billy would be kneeling onto the quilted mattress. Billy appreciated Stu’s tactful approach and noted what he might be rewarded with after his apology.

Stu disappeared for a moment while Billy stayed on all fours. “Any day now.” he teased.

“Hush. It’s not like you’ve been waiting naked all day.” Stu returned to bed, slapping Billy on the ass. At once, he soothes the inflamed patch of skin with a gentle kiss. “Besides, I never get to top you. I’m curious if you still have what it takes to…accept my apology.”

Billy looked back at Stu, who was starting to open what appeared to be a tube of lube. “You’re a big boy, but not that big.”

Stu shook his head, and his shoulders jiggled as he started laughing uncontrollably. He looked down at his prominent erection, watching as he squeezed the lube from the cap. His laughter quickly subsided while he began to spread the thick liquid all over his shaft with long pleasurable strokes.

“You truly believe that?" Stu said with a deep sigh.

Billy peeked over at Stu as he came from behind him to show his fully erect dick, which was illuminated with a proactive shine. Billy’s dick couldn’t deny the gifted sight of Stu’s growing erection. His dick bucked at the appetizing sight, and stealthily he reached between his legs to please himself at the view of his lover.

“I don’t know,” Billy said with amusement, watching as Stu began stroking himself while continuing to pour more lube onto his shaft.

“You’ll know soon enough.” Stu returned behind Billy, now pouring the lube between his ass. Tossing the bottle beside him, they were now glossed with the slippery substance, and not wasting another second, Stu clasped onto Billy’s ass. He spread him open softly, seeing exactly where he wanted to go. And while he grabbed his dick to push himself into Billy’s tight ass, he dug his fingers into his waist.

“And when I’m through with my apology, you can direct yours towards me.” Stu thrust into Billy, not allowing him a moment to warm up. His fingers so deep into Billy’s skin that he caused his skin to flush pink underneath his fingertips. “Who’s a big boy now, Billy?”

“Not you.” Billy clawed at the silkiness of the sheets, bawling the fabric underneath his palms that began to grow warm. The sheets absorbed the sweat that his body began to release.

Stu accepted Billy’s challenge, knowing that whenever he denied the truth he knew, it was just a game he was playing. There was only one way for Stu to get honesty out of him, and that was to fuck it out of him. Pressing his hands against his back, he forcibly pushed his chest into the mattress, making his hips lift up into his waist.

“You’ve always been headstrong,” Stu, now much deeper inside Billy, thrust into him at a slow and steady pace. Allowing him to feel every inch of his dick until he suddenly increased his speed, knowing if he wanted Billy to act properly, he would have to roughen him up a bit.

Stu’s moans increased in volume as did the sound of his hips clashing into Billy’s ass. “Shitty attitude for a boy who hates when others do it to him.”

“I only hate when you do it.” Billy whined, stroking himself at the same pace as Stu’s aggressive thrusts. “You aren’t that kind of-”

“The only thing I want to hear right now is how sorry you are.” Stu smacked Billy's ass harder than he did before. His skin flushed with a rosy red as he struck his pale white skin once more.

“I’m fucking sorry, Stu.” Billy arched his back, wanting Stu to go as deep as he possibly could. He became so elated by the feeling of his ass being stretched by Stu’s thick cock that it had blinded him to his stubborn attitude.

“There you go, baby.” Stu dug his nails into Billy’s back, hard enough to break skin. He watched the prickles of maroon red appear on his pale skin while he lost control of himself. “What are you sorry for?”

“Whatever you want me to be sorry for.” Billy's face sank into the mattress, his overwhelming pleasure turning to tears as he couldn’t keep up the wall he had built to hide from others. However, Stu wasn’t like the others—anyone. He couldn’t hide from him, and now he realized that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t.

“Oh, Billy, you know that’s not good enough.” Stu’s dick pulsed inside Billy, fighting his orgasm until he got what he wanted out of Billy. “You know exactly what the fuck I want to hear.”

“You’re a big boy, Stu.” Billy whined. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“I’m sorry too.” Stu eased Billy’s back of all his weight, gripping his arm to pull his body closer. The warmth of their bodies as they held each other tight eased any last bit of stress that had been fueling the ache that came from missing each other. Stu wrapped his arm around Billy’s waist, pulling him close enough that their skin seemed to merge into one. As their heart rates slowed, so did Stu, fucking Billy with an ease that indicated he had accepted his apology.

“I promise I won't say that to you ever again.” Stu’s arm wrapped more tightly around Billy, gently resting his chin on his shoulder. He observed the sparkle on Billy's cheek as a tear, already fallen, shone brightly. “Look at me.”

Billy turned to him with sunken eyelids, fighting back another tear that rested within his tear ducts. “I hate you.” He smiled gently.

“You just hate that you can’t hide from me.” Stu reached for Billy’s dick, amazed by how hard he felt within his grasp. Slowly, he gave him pleasure that brought him to a peak of pure bliss. Euphoria filled the air and swirled around them as they remained glued to each other’s skin. They were stuck within a powerful and sensual tornado that refused to subside their love for each other. At times, it was destructive, but even if damage had been done, they still were left standing, willing to rebuild what might have been lost.

Billy’s arm slithered into Stu’s hair, pulling his head down to his height, and he kissed him passionately. Their tongues kept the same rhythm as Stu’s heartfelt lovemaking. Their breath caught in the fiery kiss that even their dampened lips couldn’t extinguish. Stu could feel the rhythmic pulsing of Billy’s dick as his orgasm was near, and he was sure Billy could feel the same sensation inside of him.

“I’m so fucking close, Stu.” Billy whispered into Stu’s lips, which began to curl into a flirtatious smile.

“Oh yeah?” Stu gently tightened his grasp on Billy, stroking faster until Billy could no longer fight his vulnerability. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

Billy’s chest heaved as his body could no longer handle the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was feeling. From the slippery lube that created a raging storm of slick pleasure. The constant gratification of Stu’s solid dick gradually pumping in and out of him. Along with the slow and loving strokes of Stu’s massive hand that maneuvered Billy’s dick just like he would. Stu smiled to himself, thankful for the times Billy would punish him by masturbating without him being allowed to touch. Although he couldn’t participate, Stu did gain a learning experience from seeing how Billy enjoyed pleasuring himself.

Billy’s head fell back onto Stu’s shoulder as he surrendered to his sensual touch. And while he began to let his mask fall and unravel before him, he voiced his satisfaction with moans of intense gratification.

“God, I fucking love you.” Billy held Stu’s wrist as it became the only thing to cling to without swooning from the overwhelming, intense release.

“Louder.” Stu began to fuck Billy faster as he now felt that in any minute he’d join Billy in his orgasm.

“I fu…fucking love you!” Billy’s weight began to shift onto Stu’s chest, making Stu push himself into his ass stronger to keep Billy up. “Fuck…I can’t-“

“You can.” Stu interrupted. “I’m right there with you.”

Stu pumped faster, getting himself closer to Billy so he wouldn’t have to wait much longer. His groans transitioned into a feral growl, signifying he could no longer withhold his orgasm.

“That’s it. Come on.” Stu’s breath shuddered as he began to feel the warmth of Billy’s cum colliding into his hands. He sent him into sexual torture, not letting up as he kept going, clutching his hand tighter around him as he kept pleasing his sensitive tip.

“You’re such a dick.” Billy said, panting like he’d just run a marathon.

“Yet, you’re still coming into my hand.” Stu teased, feeling another round of thick spurts glide into his hand. Billy’s seed now intertwined with the lube made his dick ridiculously wet, and as Billy’s moans turned to wails of boundless pleasure, Stu finally released himself to the angelic sounds of his boy’s gratification.

“Here I come, baby.” Stu gave Billy a few dominant strokes before he pumped his seed inside of him. He thrusted slowly, ensuring every drop was left inside of him, marking his territory for good. Carefully, Stu gradually slid himself out of Billy, who immediately collapsed onto the bed once he was freed.

“You’re welcome.” Stu laughed as he went to retrieve a towel. When he returned, he playfully threw it at Billy, who caught it seamlessly.

“Apology accepted.” Billy chuckled, slicking back his hair, although the same single strand fell back in front of his face. “You really did a number on me.”

“Two. To be exact.” Stu jumped onto the bed, falling beside Billy, who was tidying up with the towel.

“Okay, don’t be a showboat.” Billy handed the towel to Stu, watching him as he wiped the cum that coated his dick.

“Looks like you want to get to the bottom of something else...again.” Stu tiredly flung the towel onto the floor before turning to Billy to pull him close.

“This is why I don’t let you top. You’re too proud.” Billy slapped Stu’s ass. His reaction, instead of being playful, became lustful. Stu’s vivid cyan eyes gazed deeply into Billy’s, whose stare conveyed a warmth reminiscent of a crisp autumn morning.

“Don’t do that," Billy said sheepishly with a smile.

“I’m just staring at you.” Stu’s eyelids suddenly shot open, exaggerating his observation of Billy. He narrowed the space between them, making it harder for Billy to look away, and now that their skin was almost touching, he felt the reason why Billy couldn’t handle his loving gaze.

“I’ve missed you just as much.” Stu reached for Billy’s growing erection, and as he did, Billy looked down to see that Stu was reaching the same state of arousal.

They pull closer, sharing a passionate kiss that they both know will lead to another session of intense pleasure. Except this time, there was no room for apologies, only the acceptance of their love for each other.

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RELATIONSHIP: Billy Loomis x Stu Macher

SUMMARY: While away from his lover, Billy receives a message from Stu that excites him. However, that quickly changes once he threatens to invite someone over while he's gone. Frustrated and sexually deprived, Billy rushes home, making sure that when he arrives, he’ll get what he desires from Stu. An apology and more. (PT.1)

WORDS: 3,704

Billy’s longing for Stu transformed impatience into a deeper meaning. As he watched the slow passage of time, each passing second felt painfully sluggish, bringing him closer to the moment he could return to his lover. Despite the ticking clock, he remained rooted in place. Each time he looked at his watch, his erection grew thicker. Blood rushed through him as his tip throbbed, restrained by his briefs that kept anyone from seeing how hard he was. He couldn’t bear the torturous pain of being apart from him, but when the clock struck a reasonable hour, he fled to be with the one he needed most.

His journey felt like being stuck in a traffic jam. No destination, no space to move. He mentally cursed, wondering why so many others were in his way. It was as if he were frozen in a moment; he believed he would never escape. As he inched forward, his feet moved like car wheels slowly approaching an exit. His sexual frustration continues to fuel the engine of his car. Today, he had never rushed home so much. He couldn't quite tell what made today different—was he just in a mood? Or could it have been the erotic video Stu sent of himself while Billy was away?

Vivid images appeared in his mind of Stu’s desperate plea, begging him to come home. Stu insisted that his loneliness could be healed if Billy had spent an entire day fucking his life away. The ground seems to extend endlessly, making Stu’s house appear to stretch far beyond the horizon. And so did the tantalizing view of Stu’s hand clutched around his thickened shaft as he so desperately needed it to be tamed.

Billy’s footsteps were loud, matching the pounding beats of his heart. He thought he might faint from exhaustion, but there was no time to stop. As he pushed beyond his limits, his fatigue gave way to a rush of adrenaline. The house was close, and so was Stu. Billy’s palms were sweaty as he fumbled with his key at the front door, his mind twisting a simple act into something inappropriate. Instead of putting the key inside the lock. He wished he had been putting his dick inside of Stu.

“Maybe I should call Tatum, she’d keep me fucking company.”

His nostrils flared as he remembered the words falling from Stu’s lips while he stroked himself for the camera. Although Stu was very aware of who he belonged to, there was still a seed of animosity planted within Billy whenever Stu threatened him with the idea fucking Tatum. Anger masked his face as his jaw clenched hard enough to grit his teeth. Everything around him became a blur while he focused on reaching his target. Birds nearby, singing an angelic melody, grew quiet, and trees that rustled against the gentle wind stood still. Nothing around Billy mattered anymore. There was no need to look back; he only ached to move forward. Finally, he entered the home, slamming the door to show he was home. Without hesitation, he removed his shirt and carelessly tossed it onto the floor as he hurried up the stairs. His legs can no longer distinguish exhaustion and relaxation. If anything, they now had a mind of their own. Skipping stairs, his legs led him to where Stu would be.

And there he lay, spread across the bed, his slender limbs sprawled open as he waited for Billy’s arrival. He didn’t even bother getting dressed. In his mind. There was no point in it. Instead, he allowed himself to sit with his vulnerability as he knew that his patience would soon be rewarded. Billy rushed towards him, removing his shoes with ease and the occasional stumble. While he did, Stu rose onto his elbows, watching Billy’s extremely apparent erection.

“Get back down,” Billy demanded, and immediately fell to his knees at the edge of the bed, kneeling between Stu’s legs. He looked up at him as he did what he was told. With a cunning smile, Stu took pleasure in the way Billy’s eyes flashed with annoyance at him. He felt like a powerful God, watching over his angel. A single strand of chocolate brown hair dripped in front of Billy’s face like sundae syrup. His eyes, like chocolate chips, swirled around his vanilla sclera. Stu continued observing the delicacy of Billy. Droplets of sweat caused the iridescence of his skin. The painting of this picture was a masterpiece Stu could critique for a lifetime, but he wasn’t sure if he’d get to cherish the man in his picture-perfect world. Stu’s conscience told him he shouldn’t have made that comment about Tatum, but he loved it when Billy fucked him like he hated him.

What made matters even more intense was Billy's extreme dependence on Stu. When Billy needed him, that’s exactly who he was going to get. The perfect mixture of fury and desperation. Stu chuckled softly, confident he had Billy precisely where he wanted, and his excitement was obvious. His dick repeatedly jumps with the anticipation of feeling Billy’s mouth. As Stu relaxed back onto the bed, his elbows sank into the plush mattress, waiting for what was to come. Grasping at the sheet, whose silkiness briefly distracted him, began to remind him of Billy’s hair. Stu reached his lengthy fingers through his delicate hair, feeling the warmth that radiated from his heated scalp.

“In a rush to get here?” Stu clutched onto Billy’s slightly damp hair, biting his lip as he heard him release his belt from the loops of his jeans.

“Seems like you’re the one in a rush.” Billy chuckled, a gesture he didn’t do quite often, but always in the presence of Stu. “Being a little whore, showing what’s mine?”

“No point in getting dressed if you’re going to ruin my clothes…again.” Stu paused. “And what are you talking about? There’s no one here.”

“I’m talking about Tatum, dumbass.” Billy pulled his jeans down just below the cuff of his ass to finally free his intense hard-on.

Stu rolled his aquamarine eyes back into his skull, huffing out a deep breath. Billy hated Stu’s bratty behavior. One, because he did not have the patience to tolerate him at times. And two, because when Stu rolled his eyes, Billy was left with a brief pit in his stomach as he couldn’t witness the boldness of Stu’s gemstone gaze.

“That’s a thing of the past.” Stu sighed, keeping his fingers clutched between the strands of Billy’s hair. He notices Billy’s intrusive eyes drifting to his dick. However, there was a look of frustration behind the depths of his cocoa eyes. Stu manipulated Billy’s scalp, soothing it from his tight grasp. “Come on. Don’t be that way.”

“I told you about saying that shit to me.” Billy grasped Stu’s pulsing dick, its tip glistening with precum as it throbbed inside the palm of Billy’s stern hold. Billy squeezed him gently, adoring the fact that although Stu plays mind games about sleeping with someone else, he couldn’t deny his attraction towards him.

“I’m sorry.” Stu clutched onto Billy’s hair tighter, easing his lips closer to his dick. His hip pushed up as he begged to be forgiven, hoping that Billy’s acceptance of his apology would be the warmth of his mouth wrapped around him.

Billy smiled wickedly, his cheeks rising just as his dick did. While he kneeled at the foot of the bed, he stroked himself at the view of Stu begging for forgiveness. It wouldn’t be the first time Stu couldn’t keep up with his volatile behavior, but Billy was different. Having a grave attitude was simply a part of his personality. To him, Stu was a jovial side of him that he wished he could project more freely, but for now, the two opposites were enough to attract the love they had for each other.

“I forgive you, but…” Billy laughed breathlessly. “You won’t be getting what you want. Not this time.”

Billy pushed his lips past Stu's tip, tasting the familiarity of his precum. Nectarous honey was what he was to Billy, licking his lips with leisure, he allowed himself to indulge in the quality of Stu's taste. His eyelids draped over the boldness of his pecan eyes; eyebrows furrowed with desperation while he stroked himself to the taste of Stu’s richness. Purely made of sweetness, he could not wait for his taste buds to experience it. His mouth quickly grew warm and wet as he began salivating, easily pushing Stu inside his throat.

“Well, it feels like I’m getting what I want.” Stu began to use Billy’s mouth as his fucktoy, utilizing his hair to maneuver his head. Steadily, up and down, he watched as Billy’s mouth went agape as his thick dick stretched his mouth open. It made Stu’s arousal almost unbearable, watching as Billy had no gag reflex at all, like devouring Stu was as easy as licking a lollipop.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Stu moaned.

Billy slurped his way up to the top of Stu’s dick, leaving a trail of spit to hang from his bottom lip. “It won’t be for long.”

“What does that even mean?” Stu squinted, shrugging his shoulders as he couldn’t understand what Billy was getting at. Also, knowing it was impossible for Billy not to give good head.

Billy stood from his kneeling position, releasing himself from his jeans and letting Stu get the opportunity to see how much he had missed him. But when Stu went to exchange the same affection, Billy slapped his hand away, dismissing him with a single look. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for them. The heated exchange let Stu know he pissed Billy off, but he wasn’t sure exactly how he’d retaliate. There have been numerous times when Billy has carried out his anger with pettiness. Not allowing Stu to touch him, masturbating in front of him while Stu has had to sit there and watch in agony, or Billy refusing to touch Stu for hours, and the list goes on.

“I think you know what it means.” Billy smirked wickedly before kneeling once again and, with no hesitation, slipping Stu’s dick past his wet lips.

“I can’t touch you?” Stu whimpered softly, his words releasing with a tremble that sounded like he’d cry at any moment.

Billy said nothing, only the sounds of his passionate sucking filling the room. The wet slurping danced with the melody of Stu’s desperate whimpering and his need for more. They both stare at each other with a love they couldn’t bear to lose. Their bond grows stronger, even with the occasional boundary being crossed. In fact, that’s what Billy was determined to bring to an end. No more mentions of Stu hinting at being with anyone else. Even if it were meant to be a joke.

“Fuck. Billy, please answer me.” Stu loosened his grip on Billy’s hair, directing his attention toward the sheets, which now crinkled from his forceful grab. Billy said nothing; instead, he watched the way Stu’s chest quickly rose and collapsed with each wet dip his mouth gave his dick. Stu's milky white fingers clawed at the sheets, ruining their once freshly made appearance. Hidden beneath Stu, Billy stroked faster, enjoying the view of him unraveling above him.

With leisure, Billy glided his tongue along Stu’s shaft, gifting him with a subtle wink. With a strong and steady grasp, Billy wraps his brawny hands around the thickness of Stu. He reminisces about the first time he’d gotten to touch him, and to this day, he gets the same inviting reaction as he did that night. Stu’s breath caught in his throat, afraid that if he had released it, he’d be coming sooner than he wanted to. He watched as Billy slowly jerked him off, the veins in his hands becoming more pronounced as he quickened his pace.

“Ahh, Jesus, Billy.” Stu watched the sinister look on Billy's face. His eyes told a story of revenge as he sat there silently, not entertaining the idea of speaking a word to him. Biting down on his lip, Billy focused on the doleful expression on Stu’s face. His eyebrows sunk with a deep sadness and arousal, unsure if he’d be capable of holding on much longer. Even without the word, Billy still had the capability to make Stu come on command.

“Say something, you f…fucking asshole.” Stu’s head tilted back, his nails clawing viciously at the sheets as he fought to withhold from releasing into Billy’s warm touch. Like a gentle embrace, he couldn’t let go of the comfort Billy’s strong and protective hold gave him. The calculated strength Billy used to constrict Stu’s dick was just enough to feel like he could have been fucking him. The touch is easily comparable to the moment they first embraced each other. Tight and warm. Stu’s dick pulsed at the memory of feeling both him and Billy getting turned on by the long hug.

“I love you, Billy.” Stu’s eyes now glistening with an overwhelming feeling of lust and hopelessness. While the words hung between the two of them, Stu grew more frustrated with the silent treatment Billy was giving him. Although the words weren’t exchanged, the feeling was mutual. Billy acknowledges his feelings about Stu whispering the words “I love you, too, jackass” in his mind. He, too, was frustrated that in order to get Stu to behave, he needed to understand there were consequences to his actions.

Fighting not to speak a word to him, Billy obtains self-control by easing Stu’s dick back into his mouth. They both groan in unison as the gesture quickly changes the energy in the room. Stu quickly became distracted, ignoring the one-sided love confession, when he felt his balls being softly coddled, receiving the love he had wanted from Billy.

“You’re so good at that.” Stu reached for Billy’s head, pushing him down until his dick disappeared into his mouth. “Since you don’t want to speak to me, you can go deeper.”

Billy, with no struggle, breathed through his nose as Stu held his head in place, silencing him longer than he’d like to. Drool escaped uncontrollably from Billy’s mouth, gliding down Stu like melted ice cream down a cone. Finally, releasing his hold, Stu relieved Billy of his erotic asphyxiation and watched as he gradually released his throat of his thick cock. Internally, Billy laughed, but externally, he held his composure, not wanting Stu to see that his attempt to dominate him wasn’t going to work. No matter how hard Stu tried, it was never enough to make Billy slip. In fact, he liked seeing Stu command the room. It was an attitude he didn’t display often, but when he did, Billy knew he’d won because all it meant was Stu was growing impatient and furious.

Tightly, Billy wrapped his glistening lips around Stu’s tip, flicking his tongue rapidly at the sensitive area. He could feel him throbbing against the fine texture of his tongue. Its light sandpaper texture, feeling like a soothing scratch that Stu couldn’t quite get himself. Billy grasped his aching erection, pumping himself at the lovely sight of his win. His libidinous competitor was slowly beginning to lose a race he had already lost from the start.

“Do I get to come?” Stu’s fingers completely disheveled the sheets, now appearing like a whirlpool of fabric. Billy stroked himself faster, whimpering between each long and torturous stroke he gave himself. His moans muffled by the sounds of Stu’s wet dick that stuffed his throat far beyond what he could handle, but by now, it was a feeling he was used to.

“Billy, please…” Stu’s hips rose as blood continuously rushed to his dick, filling it with a deep pleasure that was being drowned by the wetness of Billy’s saliva. “Why aren’t you…ahhh talking to me?”

Billy shoved Stu inside of his throat, prolonging his silent treatment, feeling the constant throb of Stu’s erection, he knew he was close. They exchange a look of intense devotion, both readily approaching a peak of sexual arousal. Stu’s lips part gently as he tries to prevent himself from hyperventilating, and with each deep breath, he relaxes into a state of pure bliss, soon surrendering to his deep desire.

Clutching tightly onto the back of Billy’s head, Stu grips the silkiness of his hair and pushes his head down, planting a seed of love and defeat inside of his mouth. “You win. You fucking win. I’m sorry.”

The guttural sounds of Billy’s grunts sent a wave of vibrations through his mouth, motivating Stu to use him for pleasure even longer. Lifting Billy’s head continuously, Stu loses himself, collapsing back onto the bed as he feeds Billy another orgasm. Proud and accomplished, Billy laughs menacingly inside his head, knowing it was possible to get Stu to come without uttering a word. Little did Stu know he didn’t even need to exchange any favors for Billy to get him to join him in such a gratifying act. As Billy felt Stu’s dick pulsing and releasing another sweet confection into his mouth, he too released himself of a deep arousal, jerking himself off to the cries of Stu begging for forgiveness.

As they both came down from the powerful orgasmic release, there was nothing but the sounds of short-winded breaths that filled the heated space. Billy, inch by inch, released Stu from his mouth, watching as his thighs trembled from the wet sensation of his mouth parting from his now sensitive dick. He wasn’t going to say anything yet, but Billy knew he wasn’t finished with Stu just yet. He stood up from his kneeling position, while Stu sat up from lying on the bed. He observed the cum that leaked from the tip of Billy’s dick, which was still standing at attention. And while Billy stood just as tall, he quickly grabbed onto Stu’s neck, making his breath catch in his throat. He squeezed tightly, feeling the slowing of his pulse and enjoying the view of his submissiveness.

"Please, say something," Stu croaked.

Billy looked down at him with an unwavering gaze that lasted long enough to be a staring contest. His deep brown eyes descended to Stu’s bottom lip that pouted ever so gently, revealing its soft pink plumpness. Billy shoved his thumb inside of Stu's mouth, pushing down onto his tongue, causing Stu to oblige by the gesture. Cranking his mouth open, Stu tilted his head up and his eyes ascended into the richness of Billy's stare. Like a cup of warm tea, Stu held onto the warmth of his comforting peer, never wanting to part from the sense of tranquility.

Billy grabbed Stu’s tongue, stretching it out like warm taffy. One of Billy’s favorite features about Stu was the length of his tongue. He adored it when he would laugh so hard, he’d stick it out playfully. While others would join him in laughter, Billy would imagine slapping his dick onto Stu's tongue. So pretty and pink, he thought. So warm and wet, he felt. Billy began jerking himself off, fueling the sexual depravity that still lingered sparingly in his body. Throughout the time Stu’s tongue was hanging out, drool began to fall slowly from its tip. Billy cupped his hand, catching every bit of it before using it as his lube.

He ached to utter even just words of deep gratification, yet this time it wasn’t his discipline towards Stu that was stopping him. As he stroked himself with one hand, with the other he choked Stu, lifting his chin towards him before spitting Stu's cum onto his tongue. Stu closed his eyes gently, treating his semen like snowflakes falling gently onto the warmth of his tongue. Melting away onto his taste buds, Stu tasted the sweet saccharine of his own cum, and when he opened his eyes, he met Billy’s commanding stare that waited for him to swallow.

Billy pumped himself faster now pressing Stu’s cheeks together, ensuring he couldn’t open his mouth unless he swallowed. Stu’s throat bobbed, and with the sound of a gulp, signifying he’s done what Billy wanted most, it was then he hoped he had gotten on his good side.

“Good boy.” Billy patted Stu’s cheeks with a heavy palm. “But if you ever try me again, you’ll get more than just the silent treatment.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Stu placed his hand over Billy’s, squeezing it tighter as he aided him with pleasing himself.

Billy ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a low groan similar to a relaxed cat's purr. "It’s whatever you make it out to be, but you know I don’t bluff.”

Stu watched as their hands stuck together, his spit beginning to act as the glue that bonded them together.

“I know, and I’ve learned my lesson," Stu chuckled. "Now, what do I get for being a good boy?" Stu teased Billy, mimicking his voice. A subtle smile appeared on Billy’s serious face. Then there was a sudden shift from his playful smile to a wistful look, his lips pressed tightly as he tried to hold back from expressing his pleasure too loudly. Billy’s body jerked at the added constriction around his dick as Stu’s muscular hand stroked him at a perfect pace.

“Fuck, Stu.” Billy whimpered, clutching the broadness of his shoulder. “Whatever you want from me.” Stu’s cheeks flushed with a light pink, giving him a bashful pop of color. Billy cupped the warmth of cheeks, gently brushing his thumb over his soft skin. “What’s my boy want?”

“Let me show you how sorry I am.” Stu stood at the edge of the bed, holding his firm grip around Billy’s hand, which also contributed to his pleasure. Fully surrendering himself to Stu, Billy nodded, accepting an offer he didn’t often oblige to, but he missed the feeling of Stu so much he couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling the weight of his body crushing against him a moment longer. He set his stubbornness aside and instead welcomed the forgiveness that was about to give him a gratifying release.

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"This fic is literally just porn, why do you care about the quality of the editing" unfortunately, both my brain and my dick have strong opinions about verb tenses.

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RELATIONSHIP: Frank x Fem Reader

SUMMARY: Your interaction with the intimidating vampire grows more intimate as you both uphold your promises. During the sensual encounter, you become aware of his qualities, and he admires the beauty of his mortal trespasser. (PT.2)

WORDS: 2,319

TAGS: Abigail (2024), Frank/Reader, Vampires, You Get Turned In The End, Trespassing, Blood & Injury, Blood Drinking, Blood Loss, Roughness, Choking, Biting, Hand Job, Heightened Senses, Creampie, Passionate Seggs, MATURE CONTENT 18+

The man's tongue sent an inviting warmth to your body as his saliva coated your neck. You were intrigued by the overbearing desire vampires had for blood. They were powerful, but it was evident that even the strongest creatures had a weakness. It was no surprise to you after years of research on the mythical beings, but witnessing it in person was fascinating. His labored breaths added to the heat of his tongue. Wrapping your leg around him, he senses your desire and keeps it close around his waist. You realize there's more to learn about this man, not just his weaknesses but, more importantly, his strengths. You tug at his shirt, removing it quickly. He briefly moves away from your neck, giving the sensitive area a moment to breathe. Making it clear that he was annoyed that he had to part ways with your mouthwatering scent. Running your hands over his chest, you examine it as a doctor might. Each muscle reveals his true power: the broadness of his pecks, the firmness of his biceps, the tone of his forearms, and the stability of his hands.

Your hands continued to observe the rest of his physique until they reached…

“Seeking the truth and more?” He smiled. Despite his terrifying smile and malicious expression, his calm voice concealed the horror within his appearance.

He quickly started undoing his pants, his nails scraping against the fabric of his jeans and making a rough scratching sound. You were sure his anatomy was the same as when he was mortal, and when he slowly released his erection from his pants, it confirmed what you already knew. Still, he was gifted.

“Everything’s the same, Ms…." His eyebrow quirked up as he waited for your name.

“Y/N.” You replied, tucking in your lips to hide your cunning smile. “And you are?”

“Frank.” He replied, beginning to remove his blood-stained pants.

You slowly reached for his dick, which you were ecstatic to find wasn’t covered in blood like his jeans. He pushed his hips forward, allowing you to explore the depths of his body. The softness of your touch made his body twitch with excitement. You realized there was something else vampires still desired, even in immortality. Licking the palm of your hand, you coat it with saliva before placing it back around his shaft. His girth was astonishing, and you could feel the intensity of his veins as his erection grew stronger.

His chest rose and collapsed slowly while your touch became more passionate. Each stroke becomes more vigorous. Both of you fill the quiet home with quickened breaths. You didn’t expect a night of trespassing to lead to an inmate exchange in the name of vampire research. Suddenly, his hand clenched around your neck, knocking your head into the front door. Impeccable strength, you thought. His head tilted back toward the extravagant chandelier that lit the foyer.

“Fuck.” He moaned desperately, letting the word hang from his lips. Lifting his head, his gaze met yours again. “There’s no way I can let your research see the light of day.”

“You’re going to kill me?” The words hardly escaped your constricted throat as he continued to keep his grasp on your neck. As did your hand around his dick. It was evident that with his enhanced strength, he could snap your neck with just one hand. However, he thrust his hips into your warm, slick hand, not wanting to do such a thing.

“Once again, where’s the fun in that?” He sank the tips of his nails into your neck, watching as they poked at your skin like a needle. The anticipation that pumped his heart as he felt your quickened pulse. So strong, so lively. Full of sweet serenity that would make him feel like a changed man. Make him feel as if he weren’t a murderous monster.

“I want to know how much strength you possess.” The words shot from your mouth before your brain could fathom what you were asking for. “Is it what the books say?”

“I hate to say it, but I think I’m gonna have to get rough with you.” He smiled mischievously, his tongue gliding hungrily along each of his sharply pointed teeth as a long trail of drool pooled from his bottom lip. You had starved him long enough, and he couldn't let his food get cold any longer.

Ferociously, he tore off your pants, the points of his fingernails clawed at your skin, causing sharp pain. You helped him by quickly removing your underwear and stepping out of them. Before you could fully free them from your ankle, he lifted you effortlessly without resistance. Your underwear remained stuck on your foot for a moment before falling gently onto the floor next to your distressed denim.

“You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve lived inside of a woman,” He whispered.

“I’m assuming a very long time.” You pulled him in, wrapping your arms around his neck, hoping he wouldn’t let you fall. Yet, your mind reassured you that he was strong enough to never let you go.

Both your bodies pressed against the front door as if you both wanted to prevent any intruders from entering the house tonight. That was exactly what you hoped because you didn’t want him to be distracted. You’d finally gotten the opportunity to witness the livelihood of a vampire. Not only were you going to learn of his capabilities, but you were going to get fucked by him as you learned them.

He held you tight, pressing you further into the door as he reached down to grab his dick. When he felt the warmth of your entrance, he knew it wasn’t just your blood he yearned for. Slipping into you, he thanked himself in his mind for not killing you immediately. He clutched onto your ass as he held you tight, stroking leisurely while he cherished the hold of you around his throbbing dick.

“Ahhh, I feel fucking great.” He released a breathy laugh.

You felt just as he did, but you weren’t aware of how heightened his senses were. Although you felt the graciousness of his dick continuously gliding in and out of you. To him, your pussy felt like sinking into a warm bath. The slickness of your arousal becomes the perfectly warmed bath water that he allows himself to settle into. It was insatiable how he could feel every intricate detail of you. In and out. He said mercilessly to himself in his mind. With each thrust of his hips, his breath grew heavier. Soon, he couldn’t contain himself. His bath was too luxurious, too perfect to ever want to leave it. He didn’t want to be cold. He didn’t want to be lonely. He wanted to be with you.

In the blink of an eye, he had moved you to another part of the house, and your back crashed forcibly into a towering bookcase. There was another sign of his supernatural assets…speed. The clangorous sounds of the heavy books crashing onto the parquet flooring startled you, but only for a moment. The feeling of him quickening his pace distracted you from the chaos of the raining knowledge that happened around the two of you.

The continuous panting that filled your ear as he held your legs tight around his waist made your stomach flutter with excitement. You could feel the overwhelming pleasure of your clit becoming engorged as each thrust became exceedingly passionate.

“You’re pretty fucking good at keeping up with me.” His tongue trailed along your neck, licking the tender gash he caused moments earlier. As he did, he caught the tiniest drop of your blood, making his demeanor become more untamed. “I’ve been waiting for a mortal like you to walk through the doors.”

Releasing a guttural growl, he slams into you faster, and you were certain that not only would the bookshelf not survive this lustful interaction, but neither would your back. Almost every book surrounded him by his feet, and your moans encompassed him as well.

“Mhmm, sing for me, darling.” His teeth graze your neck, the sharp touch threatening, but ticklish. You feel a heavy, warm sensation sliding down toward your breast, but you thought it couldn’t have been blood. You didn’t feel any pain. Out of sight and unbeknownst to you, he was drooling uncontrollably, trying not to kill you. The smell of your nectarous blood made his dick ridiculously hard. The expression that he hid from you came from a place of yearning. His dick pulsing as he felt himself wanting to reach his end, but he wasn’t ready. He couldn’t fathom the thought of you, this heaven-sent mortal, leaving once you’d both gotten what you wanted.

Keeping his head tucked between your shoulder and head, his eyelids softened, and he slowed his pace, needing this moment to last for as long as he lived. The sensual excitation that happened between your legs began to cover his dick like a warm blanket. The security he felt as you wrapped tightly around him, the softness of each stroke, and the warmth of your body was an experience he couldn’t let end after tonight.

You clawed at his back, the room becoming full of your moans. Every part of your body becomes overstimulated with lust. The feeling was unworldly to you. So foreign, you thought you would faint when you felt yourself reaching an ultimate peak.

“I think I’m…” You panted.

“Me too.” He moaned. “So fucking close.”

He continued with his gracious pace, letting you feel each inch of his dick stretching you open before slowly pulling himself out of you. In and out. It drove you mad, how amazing he felt, it was too good to be true. A fairytale. A world you wanted to continue to live in.

“I’m coming.” You sighed with relief, feeling completely euphoric. His dick pulsed as your walls tightened around him. Each of his thrusts was filled with a tremble as he too felt himself reaching the end of his fairytale. Both of you, who were two complete strangers, unraveled in front of each other like long-lost lovers. His breath, once steadily rhythmic, became a shudder as he spilled his seed inside of you. Although his orgasm was beginning to pass, he couldn’t stop; he couldn’t let you leave. He still needed…

“Just a taste.” His teeth graze your neck once more while his eyes shut forcibly.

“Do it.” You cuffed the back of his head, feeling the fineness of his hickory brown hair. The texture is much softer than you expected. While you massaged your fingers through the fine strands of his hair, you listened to the moistened sound of him hungrily licking his lips.

“I’m gonna make you my fucking puppet.” He said before sinking his teeth into your skin.

The pain was unbearable, a feeling you couldn’t quite describe, but the only thing that came close was like being stabbed by an array of butcher knives. He growled like an animalistic predator indulging in its weakened prey, gulping intensely as he swallowed heaping amounts of your blood. It was with great difficulty that he tried not to kill you, but he managed to relieve you from meeting another mythical creature, the grim reaper.

He jolted his head back, smiling wickedly towards the ceiling as he released a sigh of exhilaration. “Ahhh, that’s good.”

He released himself from inside of you, catching your body as it went limp. Easing you onto the floor, he relaxed your back onto the bookcase. Everything appeared foggy, like a blurred vignette surrounding your peripheral vision. All you could make out was the devilishly handsome vampire whose face was covered with your blood. Deep sadness overcame you as you thought you’d never make it to continue your research, but you’d die knowing you’d found a vampire.

However, he felt indifferent about your sadness because he knew he didn’t want to let you die the moment he smelled that you were different from the others. You weren’t like any clueless mortal who sought the truth about his kind; you were intellectual and daring. Willing to take careless, yet courageous actions towards your research. He adored the passion that rushed through your veins; it was a delightful taste. A truly remarkable thing to witness. You weren’t frightened of him, and he was fond of sharing this experience with you beyond tonight.

Your eyelids began to feel like a heavy curtain, slowly descending as your life began to reach its curtain call. Within your hazy vision, you watched as Frank bit down into his own flesh, sinking his teeth into his wrist. Lines of maroon, red blood dripped down from his wrist until small droplets trickled onto your thighs. You began counting the drops. One…two…three, in hopes it'll keep your conscience awake.

Frank gently cups your chin, lifting it high towards him as he hovers his wrist just above your lips. “It’d be a waste to let your research die with you.”

His drops of blood fell onto your lips and your tongue. One…two…three, you count again, catching every drop like it’d been the scene of the refreshing water on a hot day as he described earlier. You knew what was to come and were astonished that he decided to save you so you’d have the opportunity to extend your research. Or so you thought. Frank was certain he’d never tell you the real reason, or maybe he would eventually. But the truth was, you were the first mortal he didn’t mind trespassing on his home. Tonight was a night he hoped would repeat itself and be the highlight of his day for all of eternity. One last deal, he thought. He’d give you immortality for the sake of his sanity, and you’d get a lifetime of research on vampires.

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RELATIONSHIP: Frank x Fem Reader

SUMMARY: You are a vampirologist seeking answers at Wilhelm Manor, an elegant mansion surrounded by rumors of vampire activity. Surprised by its impeccable upkeep, you admire the divine beauty of its décor upon entry. As you explore deeper into the estate, you discover exactly what you have been searching for. (PT.1)

WORDS: 2,591

Wilhelm Manor was a sprawling estate, hidden from the world and surrounded by lush, emerald-green grass. Its only neighbors were the nocturnal creatures that scurried through the dense woods, hunting for any unwelcome intruders. The grass whispered in the eerily quiet night as each overgrown blade moved in harmony with the others. Instead of towering city skyscrapers, trees reached for the vast, ink-like ocean. The stars twinkled like a school of fish, filling the sky. You tilted your head back, taking in the scenic view and enjoying a night away from the noise. But despite the grandeur of the historic mansion, your main concern was finding any sign of vampires.

Wilhelm Manor was notorious for tales of legendary creatures haunting the area, particularly after the kidnapping of the young ballerina Abigail. A team of skilled criminals snatched a small child for a hefty ransom. Their mission supposedly failed, with most, if not all, the criminals dead or possibly turned. It was a sensational story, but as a vampirologist, that wasn’t the most intriguing aspect. Rumors circulated that Kristof Lazar, the vampire crime lord, was personally in the area. Many dismissed it as a few drunk teenagers playing around in the woods. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that a vampire might actually be lurking in the mansion.

You approach the round driveway; your shoes crunch the gravel with each step. Overgrown vines stretch across the front of the house, blocking the view of the windows. A deer statue stands tall in the center of the driveway. It, too, has vines growing through its antlers. As you approach the door, your intuition speaks up, questioning if this is the right thing to do. But the adrenaline rush of possibly uncovering career-changing evidence is also intoxicating. Swallowing your fear, you turn the knob and enter the space.

It came as no surprise to find the door unlocked and open to anyone. Given the rumors and the home's history as a possible vampire den, people had been regularly trespassing in search of clues to the conspiracy theory. You were one of them. Switching on your phone's flashlight, you took in the space, seeing only what the cool-toned circular light illuminated. The entrance was stunning, with beautifully finished floors, exceptional chandeliers, and magnificently crafted rugs. You scanned the area for a light switch and were surprised to find that the house still had electricity. Before you knew it, your mouth fell open in amazement at the exquisite décor. Despite the odd taxidermy scattered throughout the house, you were amazed that the interior was still in such good condition.

Not a single speck of dust and no signs of vandalism. As you stepped into the house, you switched off your flashlight and turned on your camera to capture the stunning beauty of the manor. Historic paintings by a renowned artist hung throughout the home. You couldn’t believe how well-preserved the place was. Given the exterior's condition, you had expected the inside to be trashed, with graffiti and broken glass in every room. However, instead, everything remained just as it was. This experience taught you to never judge a book by its cover again.

As you climbed the stairs, the wooden floor creaked beneath your feet. You ran your hand along the smooth banister, taking in the craftsmanship of the staircase. It made you wonder if someone actually lived in the house. The place was too well-maintained for it to be empty. The second floor was just as spotless as the first, with every room in pristine condition. The warm lighting brought out the vibrant colors of the stained-glass windows. Continuing down the hall, you stop when you hear a loud thump coming from a room you had passed by. Your breath caught in your throat like an invisible shepherd's hook grabbed your neck, waiting to pull you away from center stage.

Suddenly, the sound grew louder and more persistent—each thump sounded like a basketball being dribbled aggressively onto the wooden floors. The hurried footsteps moved furiously behind the closed door until they came to a quick halt, followed by an agonizing whimper. You became stuck with fear, unable to move, as the cries of the hopeless human became silent. The horrid sounds made you feel as if you were in front of a lens that began to capture a horror film. Sounds of the person’s feet clashing into furniture and glass breaking masked the sound of your beating heart as they continued to fight for their life until their last breath. Was this a trespasser? You thought—someone who was paying the price for entering an occupied home.

Creeping through the hallway, you stay on the balls of your feet, moving stealthily through the space as if lasers would trigger an alarm, alerting the insanely angry homeowner that someone has invaded. Even though the lighting made it feel like walking through an ethereal museum, the stunningly beautiful home quickly turned into a nightmare. The further you moved away from the murderous room, the less you could hear the vicious grunts of the man ending the trespasser. A trickle of sweat tickled the back of your neck as your anxiety grew.

The air now felt heavy, as if it were beginning to slow down your movements. Humidity drapes over your body like a heavy winter coat, hindering your agility and slowing your movements. The unbearable heat caused an aching drought in your mouth. Anxiously, you lick your lips as you reach the top of the stairs. Looking down at the length of your travel, you contemplate whether to run or continue being cautious. Either way, you knew you needed to escape before the man realized you were near. You locked eyes once more with the door you knew not to open, listening to the intelligible sounds of the man’s muffled groans. The artfully constructed staircase grew in length, stretching as if you were standing on a mountain top. The soles of your shoes stayed planted in place while you peered down at the frightening view. Just as you could hear the groans conclude, you take in a deep breath and quickly rush down the stairs, holding onto the banister, no longer appreciating the smoothness of the rich wood. Now it was slick with the fear that heated your palms into a sweat.

Reaching a victorious end and pushing your chest out as if you had finally completed your last lap in an exhausting race. You cross the finish line, clutching the doorknob as if to open it. But just as you peer into the darkness on the other side, the door is suddenly slammed shut. The wind from the forceful slam makes your eyes flutter against the powerful breeze. Winching from the immense grip on your fragile arm, you look in the direction of the tight hold. Your eyes meet sharp nails covered in blood like a fresh manicure. Grabbing the man’s wrist, you try to free yourself, but you stand no chance against such strength. His grip felt worse than a sphygmomanometer; it grew tighter, as if he wanted to amputate your arm. But at last, he releases his agonizing hold when he spins you around, causing your back to crash into the door.

“I wasn’t expecting another visitor," he said smoothly, with a hint of rasp, as if he had just shaken off a common cold. Your fear starts to fade as you study his face and realize the reason you came here was standing before you... a vampire.

Along with you, silence was too confined between his two arms, which were pressed firmly against the door just above your shoulders. He refused to let you move, tilting his head as his eyes traced the entire length of your body. You couldn’t hear the rushing thoughts inside his mind, but he already knew you were near, catching a whiff of your scent before you entered the home. That enticing smell made him wish it were you he was consuming rather than the other intruder.

Even the sound of your footsteps as you moved through the vast home. And when the lightness of your steps grew louder to his supernatural hearing, he smiled behind the closed door, quickly ending his encounter with the human he suddenly saw as a waste of time. While he ravenously indulged in the tanginess of the revolting human, he thought of you as his dessert. You were like a slice of cake on display, with nothing but pristine glass keeping him from grasping the moistness of your skin. He ached to explore each layer you had to offer—your skin, your scent, and more importantly, your blood.

He pressed his face against your neck and took a deep inhale, relishing the feeling of your presence. The wet sounds of his tongue gliding on his lips caused a chilling shiver to run down your spine. His piercing gaze then locked onto yours, its intensity and curiosity evident.

You followed his trail, noticing the blood-stained clothes he wore. His shirt, covered in dark red stains, took on a new hue, making it look like he'd spilled a hefty amount of sangria on himself. His hair was slicked back, exposing his entire face. His irises were filled with a mixture of green and blue. The intense and captivating turquoise gaze made it hard not to be drawn in by their seductive allure. He listened to the rhythm of your heartbeat, which shifted from anxious hyperventilation to a steady calm. Suddenly, it intrigued him that you could become so serene during such interaction. You observed his mouth as his razor-sharp teeth appeared, forming an inviting smile.

“You don’t seem as afraid as the others?” He says.

You swallowed your nervousness and tried to savor the moment, thinking this might be the first and last time you’d see a vampire. “I’ve heard... rumors that there were—"

“Vampires?” He interrupted. “You all come here for the same reason, hoping to leave with the truth you seek, right?"

“Are you one of the criminals who got turned?” You asked, hoping to learn the truth and see if you could take it with you.

“Don’t I look like one of them?” He said, shutting his eyes as your aroma continuously invaded his nose.

“Yes.” You stammered.

“I have a question for you,” He paused. “Why are you really here? You don’t look like a thief, like that fucker upstairs.”

“I…I’m here because I’m a vampirologist.” You choked. “I’m here for research.”

His eyes fixated on you as he studied the uniqueness of your face, ignoring what you said. You notice his gaze drift down to your neck, and despite his efforts, he can’t help but lick his lips and subtly smack them, as if you were a refreshing drink. His behavior suggests he's like a man deprived of water, craving your blood to soothe his painfully dry throat. He struggles to control the intrusive thoughts that threaten to tear your flesh apart and devour you from within. He desires that and even more.

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it," You said, interrupting the dreamlike sequence of things he wanted to do to you.

He smirked and let out a small chuckle, giving the impression he might let you leave. Then, he dropped his head and laughed more loudly before his eyes locked onto yours. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He ran his sharp nails along your neck, watching the intensity of your pulse grow stronger. The inside of his mouth was moistened with his saliva as he watched your vein pump against your skin. He thought how easy it’d be to rip into your flesh and taste the wonders of your warmhearted soul. The sensation of his prickly touch surprised you as his nails felt like he could’ve been pressing a knife against your delicate skin. Then you felt a small prick that was so quick you could hardly process the pain.

His tongue rolled out from his lips like a bloody red carpet. The other victim’s blood still sat along his taste buds, reminding them of the gruesome meal. You watched as a droplet of your blood began to feel the effects of gravity as it ran down from the tip of his fingernail down his finger.

“What does it taste like?” You asked softly. The syrupy drip of your blood was all he could think about until he noticed the gentle tone of your voice asking a question no one had ever asked before. With ease, he swept his tongue along his finger, all the while maintaining his piercing gaze on your curious eyes.

Gently shutting his eyes, he savored the invigorating taste of you. It was an action he knew he shouldn't have taken part in because there was no stopping the cravings he was feeling toward you. Momentarily, his eyebrows relaxed, and a soft whimper escaped from his mouth. He pushed his finger into his mouth, catching every drop of your blood.

“It’s an indescribable taste,” he says, snapping back to reality. “Imagine a hot summer day, drained by the heavy humidity, the scorching rays, and in the distance—"

He paused, drawing himself closer to you, immersing you in his trance. The vibrant shades of green and blue become vivid, like the summer day he continued to describe. “Imagine a tempting glass of water, ice cubes clinking as they melt, with condensation causing the glass to glow, droplets sliding down its sides. All you want is a sip, but you know that’s not all you’ll take.”

His eyes moved to your neck, and you realized he was watching as blood kept flowing from the small wound he made. Warmth spread down to your collarbone. You were amazed that a formidable vampire like him still showed signs of weakness. He was completely vulnerable right now, and you considered seizing the moment.

You swipe your finger along the wound, coating your finger with your blood. Your ears ring from the excruciating sound of his nails scratching the door as he tried to contain his composure, but he couldn’t. He allowed himself a sip of the refreshing glass of water. Now, he can’t just have a taste of you, and you know he needs more. Bringing your finger to his lips, you coat them with your blood. His eyebrows furrow as frustration grows, not only due to his lack of self-control but also because such a fragile human has this much influence over him.

He gripped your hand tightly, nails digging into your wrist as he licked your finger like a dehydrated dog. You noticed his changed demeanor, hoping to survive long enough to include the experience in your research.

“You still seem thirsty.” You teased.

“I am.” He groaned, pushing your hand away.

You start slipping out of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He thought you were senseless for trusting him so much, but he was impressed by your bravery.

“Help me with my research and I’ll quench your thirst.” You said.

He dropped his arms by his sides, smirking as he enjoyed the view of his meal. The flawlessness of your skin, the blood that continued to pour from your wound, and most importantly, the heavenly scent that hung beneath his nostrils. He’d never once seen a human submit to him, and although you were allowing him access to you, it was he who was more relieved that you’d allow him to gratify his agonizing appetite with your blood.

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creepybeanie · 1 month ago

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starting a collection of my favourite AO3 author’s notes

honourable mentions

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*intense gulp*

Christian Bale para WSJ Magazine, 2015.

Fotografias por Mikael Jansson

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Every unhinged fic writer needs an equally unhinged friend who "yes ands" their ideas and encourages them to write all their most far fetched and insane stories.

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Keep working on it!!!!! 💕💕💕

Patrick Bateman as college professor au.1

This au is a borrowing and manipulation inspired by @creepybeanie ‘s AO3 work Murders And Academics https://archiveofourown.org/works/61661839 Thank you!💕

Patrick Bateman x you |Smut |18+| Taboo Teacher-Student Relationships

I'm not a native English speaker, so there might be some parts that look a little weird, and I'm trying to do better! Thanks for reading!!!🩷

You're a college student and Patrick Bateman is a professor at your college.

He would absolutely become a very popular professor.

With his flawless appearance, well-built body, and unique sense of fashion (he didn’t mind spending obscene amounts of money on clothes) make him stand out among all the professors.The girls at school are crazily obsessed with him, doing whatever it takes to grab a spot in his class, begging for private tutoring and special attention.

Of course he knew why they’re obsessed with him.He’s tired of these stupid girls,they only care about his appearance.They sign up for his class just to try flirting with him, never caring about what he’s actually teaching or what he’s thinking. Shallow, pathetic crushes.

He is the strictest teacher in the whole school.Cold, distant, impossible to please.No being late or skipping class is allowed, no excuses,if he finds out, he will mercilessly kick you out.He refuses any form of one-on-one tutoring,the only way to reach him was by email. No calls. No interruptions.He’s always so mysterious.And maybe that’s exactly why more and more girls are obsessed with him.

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When he meets you

You’re not quite like the other stupid girls.While they giggle and stare at Professor Bateman like idiots, you are seriously taking notes and responding to his questions.He immediately notices your special presence.Sitting in the center of the classroom, you feel like you’re having a one-on-one session with Professor Bateman. The eye contact became a pattern,so intense it made you flustered. You kept trying to look down at your notebook, to focus. But every time you glanced up you can feel his burning gaze never leaving your body.

The center seat in the classroom somehow becomes your fixed seat.Even though the seats in the class aren’t assigned and everyone always fights for the middle seat.Once you arrived later than normal days and found someone else sitting there,professor Bateman suddenly made a rule that everyone must sit in their previous spot,no changing or taking others’ seats,and he made that girl give the seat back to you.

You can’t deny that there are reasons why Professor Bateman is so popular.When he stands in front of the podium,with both hands in the pockets of his expensive Valentino trousers,he looks just like a perfect sculpture.

But then you started to notice something strange.Little things you did seemed to affect your professor.Every time you tuck your hair behind your ear,or cross your skirt-covered legs,professor Bateman would suddenly raise his voice, or pause mid-sentence like he’d forgotten where he was.He’d swallow hard,jaw tightening, his sexy Adam’s apple shifting and eyes flustered.You tested it with some small movement,more than once.And every time the result proves you were right.

Attending Professor Bateman’s class is a long torment. When he turned around to write on the board, whispers would break out behind you. Even his suit pants couldn’t hide the shape of his body.The curve of his back. The muscle in his legs.His elegant hand forming joined-up script on the chalkboard.His sexy, low, steady voice,feels like whispering and flirting in your ear always giving you goosebumps. God,sometimes you’d catch yourself doing exactly what those girls did.Blushing, smiling, drifting off into thoughts you shouldn’t be having. You told yourself it was wrong to having thoughts about fucking your professor,it’s insane.You always suppress these strange thoughts in your heart,trying hard to keep up with Professor Bateman’s pace and learn the course well.

God,on your first day walking into Professor Bateman’s classroom,you actively answered his questions,it shocked him.He immediately noticed your presence.He liked your presence and performance in class.His heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction,teaching you was a kind of enjoyment.He gradually found himself always paying attention to you, intentionally or unintentionally.He didn’t mind giving private tutoring anymore—only for you,he was willing to give you a whole day of lessons.Your body language was driving him crazy,you filled his mind.Every time class ended,that feeling of emptiness in his heart would return again.He could only pray for the next class with you to come faster.Thankfully, you were a good girl who never missed a class of his.Otherwise, he would definitely break down, stop the class, and go around looking for you to question why you didn’t come.

Sometimes after class he would call you over,trying hard to create some opportunities for just the two of you to be alone.He’d ask how you felt about the difficulty of today’s class,whether you had any questions, try to read your face and your body language to see how you react. But it couldn’t happen too often or be too obvious,usually once every day or two.

The rest of the time he always left quickly,you always wondered why?Usually, he would rush to his private office,Masturbating while calling your name,thinking about those small gestures you made in class that he picked up on,thinking about the way your legs shifted under your skirt,the glimpse of your pantie and the curve of your chest when you leaned over your notebook.

I love this au sm🥹 so I'm going to keep working on this series.Thank you for reading and I hope you'll enjoy it!!!❤️

#patrick bateman #american psycho

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