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Monstrous Things to Say

"I want to bite you."

"I can't wait to sink my fangs into you."

"What would you look like torn into pieces?"

"I want to feel your bones crack."

"You would look so beautiful covered in blood."

"I wish I could bite straight through you."

"I want to taste your blood."

"I want to feel your heart stop beating."

"Let me crush your throat."

"I'll hold you so tight you'll never breathe again."

"Let me feel your pulse still."

"My hands would feel so perfect soaked in your blood."

"I'll never forget what you were wearing."

"Let me sit my nose in your throat as you gasp."

"You would scream so sweetly, wouldn't you?"

"I could take you to pieces."

"Let me help you feel at peace."

"If only I could take your heart out."

"I'll crack your chest, spread it out, let everyone see how beautiful you are."

"You're so perfect inside."

"I wish you could see how wonderful this is."

"Let the blood ooze out, nice and slowly..."

"Whisper my name. Let me say goodbye."

"You'll feel so free when I let you bleed out."

"There's nothing quite as wonderful as death."

"My bones ache to taste yours."

"Every whisper of your skin promises sweetness."

"There's nothing quite like it, you know? Of course not."

"Say goodbye, my love."

"I'm going to be gentle, you know. As I peel each sinew out. I'll make you into an art piece."

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✞ 666 ✞

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THE MENTION OF THE COLOR BLACK MAKES JESSIES NOSE WRINKLE. "I never wear black unless it's lingerie where next t'nobody can see it." She says in a matter of fact tone, opening her wardrobe to the various brightly colored swimsuits that hang from the inside of all different colors and patterns. Mostly green, but there were tons to choose from.

"Pink's cute." Jessie agrees, thumbing through the swimsuit tops and picking out a couple that she thinks would look cute on Jennifer. "Go ahead and take your pick, I'll be downstairs!" She remarks, lifting her hand up to press against Jen's cheek happily before turning on her heels, scurrying back downstairs so she can get changed.

"Well, then it sounds like I'm RIGHT in luck's way, huh?" Brow raised with a small smile as she looked to Jessica's fangs. There's a bit of pride that comes to her not hiding that side of her, the type that inspired a flirtatious bite down on her bottom lip of Jennifer's.

"So that means black is out of the question." It had become a trademark color of hers yet no reason to be upset about the lack thereof. "I could always work with a pink. Compliments my skin I think-" she followed after, Converse shifted off as she walked into the space. "What do you think?"

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@bloodpsalm

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@bloodpsalm

Why can't you be honest with me? I'm trying.

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I feel like getting fucked would fix all my problems. Fucked until I can’t think, until there’s nothing left in my head but you. I want to be broken open and filled with you, with all of you, until I disappear into it.

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Emily Alyn Lind as Cadence Sinclair Eastman we were liars

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i want you to find peace when you look into my eyes

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✞ 666 ✞

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THERE'S A BUZZING IN HER EARS TO PAIR WITH THE ANXIETY. She doesn't know his name yet and isn't sure if she's going to receive it at all, so she just bites her tongue instead of calling for him at all, staring at the back of his head. She accepts his answers for what they are, leaving it alone.

"The fuck kinda question is that?" Jessie scoffs, crossing her arms over chest, her pride bigger than anything she'll have to drink tonight. Defensiveness rolls off her tongue like he had said something otherworldly to her, she hadn't considered any need for preference due to her maker having his own. Broken people begging for salvation in a man who lies. Jessie answers as if it mattered, as if she knew what kind of villain she wanted to be.

"I happen to swing both ways." She murmurs, a rise and fall of her shoulders. "I've only drank from other women, I wanna try something new tonight." As if it was a buffet table with various options, all spread out underneath a heated lamp and waiting for the taking. "I don't know how to approach men."

In death, to both.

Time is aspic here. Run or become conserved.

She has the accordant doll varnish of New Orleans and its disasters; Lestat rents her mind’s eye a reflective surface echoing at her the state she’s in:

pining, blood-sweaty, southern dirt, two mosquito bites fangs’ width apart above her pink knee. With a guillotinal finality, the surface doesn’t show her face. Beginning tonight, the missing poster of her is incomplete, only unlike lamp post tack-ons, hers is from the shoulders up for ever.

So to say, she has no face he hasn’t seen before. She’s a hummingbird blur of eyes and already forgotten.

❝Preference? Female, yes. White? Dark?❞

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THE NOISES HE WAS MAKING WAS ENOUGH OF AN INCENTIVE TO KEEP GOING. His praise rings in her ear like the heavens were guiding her to his cock, the little moans and groans leaving his lips filling her with pride, his hands in her hair becoming a comfort for any insecurity she could have been feeling before. Klaus is hard to please, but she's doing just fine in the way she's being rewarded with his the look in his eyes and the tenderness of his hands. Jessie is lucky, the thought swirls as she swirls her tongue, and even when he could have taken control at any point, he let her have her moment.

Klaus and his husky voice brings a blush to her cheeks, the pressure of performing well while also knowing that he's a safe person to show anxiety in front of made it easier to see what works.

Klaus is painfully hard, and she wants him more than anything, a nod to her head as she's being told to come sit on his lap.

Jessie almost says no. Almost, because she wanted to get him off to completion, but truthfully, she'd rather him get off inside her than not, that part of her that ached for him in all ways presses deep against her chest, and nothing has ever been close enough than the way he comes inside her.

The redhead rises to her feet a moment later, her knees red from sitting on the floor with no padding, a dent in pale skin from the creases of the floor. It didn't matter to her, a simple dusting of her kneecaps with her hands as she slots herself between his legs. Her hand comes down to give one final tug to his cock, missing the way it felt in her mouth already.

Jessie's easing herself slowly to sit on his lap, lifting her legs up to situate herself against him better. His chest is pressed against her back — the feel of his heartbeat being enough to boost her confidence, and with a swift motion to her hand, she's pulling him back down to kiss her, one leg resting on one of the arms of the chair to prop her legs open while the other hooks along his bare thigh, a moan against his lips as she's moving her hips to try to get friction going.

 Every kiss, every slow drag of her tongue against his skin, he felt it down to the bone. His gaze stayed locked on her, darkened with hunger yet softened by awe and adoration. She was devastatingly beautiful, and in moments like this, he couldn’t fathom how fortune had allowed him to keep her.

When fiery strands of her hair dared fall across her face, blocking his view, his hand immediately threaded through them, brushing them back with a tenderness that contrasted the heat of the moment. Fingers lingered at her scalp, encouraging her and silently urging her to continue.

The moment her lips closed fully around him, taking him deep into the warmth of her mouth, Klaus’ breath hitched sharply. His mouth parted as a guttural sound slipped free, unrestrained and raw, letting her hear exactly what she was doing to him. Each glide of her lips down his shaft had his breathing uneven, another low groan pulling from his chest, the sort of sounds he didn’t let anyone else hear. But with Jessie, he wanted her to hear them, wanted her to know she was undoing him in ways no one else ever had.

His thumb traced along her cheek as he looked down at her, eyes heavy lidded but glittering with more than lust. “God, you’re beautiful.” He rasped, voice thick, reverence laced in every syllable. “Absolutely perfect, love.”

Another broken sound escaped him when she sank him deep again, and his hand tightened briefly in her hair, careful but insistent, as though torn between holding her there and letting her set the pace. A slow, shuddering exhale left him before his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

Klaus’ eyes stayed fixed on her, unblinking, drinking in the sight of Jessie with his cock pressed against her cheek. The contrast was maddening. The soft curve of her skin against the hard length of him, her lashes brushing down as if shy but her touch was anything but. His chest rose and fell heavier now, each breath drawn with deliberate control, but his grip in her hair betrayed just how close she had him unraveling.

“Look at you…” He murmured, voice deep and edged with awe, as if she were the most exquisite sight he’d ever laid eyes on. His thumb brushed against her temple, moving another strand of hair away so nothing could block his view. The gleam in his gaze was a heady mix of lust and reverence, his lips parting with a sharp inhale when she shifted him against her cheek again.

“But now… Come sit on my lap. Pleasure yourself with me.”

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SHE TECHNICALLY DIDNT LET HIM IN, but she wasn't going to turn him away when the breeze of doom was rotating like a top outside. Jessie watches him silently, shutting and locking the door behind him as she pads over to sit on the couch beside him, plopping down and letting her eyes dig into him more than anything else. "How do ya know you're not already there now?" She teases, letting her head loll to the side to look at him even when his eyes are closed, a hushed laugh as she studies him underneath the dim light of her lamp.

There's no bruises or blemishes from what she can see, but a lot of wounds are internal when being a vampire. He needed places to think and somehow ended up here at her home, which in itself was surprising considering she had been outcasted by the group of wannabe heroes a while ago.

"I don't know what happened," Her voice more serious now, long lashes blinking as the emeralds in her gaze don't leave him. "But I've been told I'm a decent listener when I'm not too busy yappin'." It's an extension of her hand in a way, curling into the cushion as she brings her knees to her chest.

She would've offered him something to eat if she knew he was coming. What's left in the kitchen was leftovers and bunch of frozen fruit for her morning smoothies. She's being a bad host and it makes her a little self critical despite wanting to be there for someone who needed it. They're not friends, but this is somewhat of a start, isn't it?

"What's goin' on, Damon?"

“I didn’t check the weather forecast for airborne livestock, sweetheart,” He muttered, brushing his hands down the front of his jacket as he tried to keep his cool and calm attitude. “I was just taking a walk to clear my mind.” He didn’t look at her when he said it. Instead, his eyes found the fire and lingered there like maybe if he stared long enough, the flames would burn away whatever had been gnawing at him since earlier that day.

“I wasn’t trying to get killed, Jessie,” Damon added, voice quieter now, the edge worn down by whatever storm he’d walked through to get here. “Trust me, I have better plans to get myself killed than a storm. Just trying not to think. And Mystic Falls isn't exactly filled with places that let you do that anymore.”

Damon shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his boots one by one with a muttered curse about weather being the least of his problems tonight. He wasn’t exactly known for giving a damn about manners, but even he didn’t feel like tracking half the storm through Jessie’s place. 

Once the shoes were abandoned by the door and the jacket was draped over the nearest hook, he wandered further in and dropped down onto the couch in front of the fire with a satisfied little grunt, sinking back into the cushions as his head tilted against the top of the couch. 

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as the heat began to soak into his bones, a soft sigh slipping from his lips. “Thanks for letting me in.” Damon said with his eyes still shut. “You could have let the tornado take me to Oz.” 

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THERES ALWAYS SOMEONE OR SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT. Jessie's just been trying to manage it better, not be so in her head about the things she can't deal with immediately. It's made for more time for her bajillion hobbies than stressful scurrying.

"A few someones." It's short, but the corners of her lips curl like she's keeping a secret, resting her backside against the kitchen counter. "But I'm more concerned 'bout keepin' my head on for my job than anythin' else. So until I'm bein' kidnapped from my apartment, I'm rollin' with the punches."

"Well in the grand scheme of it all, that sounds like limiting yourself. If there's nothing to hold you back, what're you worried for? Or is there someone to worry about?"