#I am a vampire that needs to be invited inside-

[zazter-den]

If I had a dollar for every time I've gone to someone's inbox to drop them something, only to chicken out & click out of the page cause I don't want to bother them- I'd have enough for a grocery run (ᵕ—ᴗ���)

[40kmps]

OF FLESH SIN

vampire priest x reader | 18+ | 2.6k

a ghastly sight!

one of the monastery's beloved priests has been found brutally murdered and disfigured in his chambers. father shaw, a newer addition to the monastery, claims to have answers to sate your reaching curiosity—but he wishes for you to come to his chambers at night.

warnings; dark content, yandere behavior, predatory x prey behavior towards the end, obsessive behaviors, very brief mention of animal death, classism, historical inaccuracies, graphic descriptions of body gore + murder, detail + prose heavy, reposted from my deleted blog.

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Father Marius died in quite some awful way last night, as reported to you by the nuns hanging damp garments on the clothesline in waning, purpling daylight.

“A look of horror! Utter terror! So frightened that his jaw had become dislocated in forever a scream,” shivered one young nun, Lucy, recently a convert from the slums. “I—well, I didn't see it myself. Neither did the rest of us, actually. They say it was that new Father Shaw who found him at dawn.”

You had been raking gravel out of the yard, tiny stones kicked off of the path into the kempt lawn by prancing horses and wagon wheels, when Lucy and the other nun, Esme, had caught your attention with their dense gossip.

They regarded your approach with less caution than they would have had with their other sisters, as gossip was deemed inappropriate, a violation, a flickering serpent’s tongue carrying covert temptations leading to luscious sins and debauchery.

They saw you—poor, morose, the groundskeeper's only child and reminder of loveless trysts—and thought nothing of snaking you into their prattle. You were not the sort to divulge anyone's secrets without gain, without reward, and you knew that the nuns kept nothing to their names once they took their vows and donned their habits.

“Father Shaw,” you encouraged the discussion, now intrigued, mostly from the fact that he was very new, very young, and modestly handsome, “why was he awake so early? Why was he in Father Marius’ chambers? Curious to me.”

Neither of them gave much caution to your questions, shrugging as if to dismiss your ambivalence and accusatory tone. You were bold in the way that the faithless and lost always tended to be: asking senseless things, always concerned with the wrongdoings of others, always suspicious, always inquiring—forever inquiring.

“Oh, my, you're so defensive,” Esme struggled to whip a yellow bedsheet out into the air, still heavy with water and the smell of mildew. “If that’s how you're going to be, then: why does your father stumble around the yard at night with a lantern, swinging around a pistol like a madman? Won't he hurt someone?”

Because he's a godless, superstitious drunk. Perhaps, even, a bit disturbed in his mind, but you couldn't bear to think that way, that he might be the type to need his head locked in a metal cage, gagged, arms bound, and padlocked in some damp, distant corner of an asylum.

“He's a good man,” you relented, taking your hands from the top of the weathered handle of the rake and resumed your task. The gravel made an awful, coarse sound as metal teeth collected pieces of stone and led it back to the rest. “He's served this monastery well. I don't mean offense about Father Shaw, I'm simply curious about what transpired is all.”

“No offense taken,” came a voice from behind, startling both the twittering nuns and yourself with a flinch. They saw it to be Father Shaw standing there, hands cuffed behind his back with a particularly demure disposition, hiked their skirts and whisked themselves away back inside. “Ah, am I really such a frightful figure? I couldn't really find an opening during your conversation to invite myself in. I apologize.”

You were of a similar fretful nature, quickening your clawing and the reach of the rake. “Nay, Father. I think it's simply because you're a strange man to them still. A handsome face, a warm voice—mysterious. Give them time. They'll come around.”

“Have you?” Father Shaw asked, taking measured strides in a half-circle around to your front. He concentrated on where the teeth of your instrument struck next, tips temporarily wedged into the soft dirt before being ripped up with chunks of earth and gray gravel. “It wouldn't do for me if you… were still ill at ease with me as well. I consider you my one, true friend in this place.”

Your father held a certain destestation towards Father Shaw that you'd never witnessed before, saying nothing else than that something was terribly wrong with him and not to place yourself in a position to be alone with him. This you attributed to his unsoundness, but it was always the sudden flicker of a sharp breath against candlelight—a jarring shift in his demeanor when he spoke about the Father. He'd grow neurotic and throw things about the cottage interior, convincing you to pay some mind to what he was saying.

“And, you're a great friend of mine as well.” You’d hoped you sounded coherent and paced your words evenly enough. “I'm sorry if you thought I was accusing you of something, sir. I really meant nothing to it.”

Father Shaw’s lips sprawled tight and pale into a fond smile, never showing his teeth, though the imprint of them seemed massive and the skin of his lips startlingly thin across them. “I know. You have nothing to fear. My feelings were not affected. If you'd like, come to my chambers later, we may pray together first, and I'll tell you everything you wish to know about what I saw to sate your curiosity.”

“That seems improper, sir.” you said.

“How so?”

“Inviting someone to your chambers at night seems an unbecoming venture for a pious man of status, such as yourself,” you continued, now standing upright beside your rake, “if any of the sisters were to witness it, worse another priest, aren't you afraid you'd be horribly chastised? Even worse, excommunicated altogether?”

Although Father Shaw’s dark eyes reflected no light, holding such demanding depth to them that it was hard to keep your bearings whenever you realized you'd been staring, his entire face was alight in amusement.

“Wherever did you learn to speak like that?” he asked candidly, still glowing despite his pallor. “Forgive me when I say, but your father is not an educated man. I mean no offense, please don't look at me in such a way. You are so well spoken, I only wish to know more about you.”

“I've lived here my entire life,” you told him. “The nuns taught me how to read.”

He looked impressed. “You can read?”

“I can!” From a near distance, you could make out your father’s haddard form, bent sideways on a walking cane and limping towards the pair of you. You looked up at the priest’s smooth face. “It'd be best for you to leave before my father can speak to you. He isn't the kindest soul after a long day.

Father Shaw didn't react with any semblance of worry, but agreed that there were other things needing to be done and began away. Just as he passed you on his way towards the monastery, he let his hand rest atop of your shoulder and leaned you towards him to whisper in your ear: “come to me tonight. I'll be waiting for you.”

There was something so luxurious and cooling about his voice, like fine silks sitting in the shade during autumn gliding across your bare skin, wrapping your neck, your chest, your nether parts. His voice was a fine, chilly mist after the first rains in spring which felt refreshing and new after a glacial winter, yet still had capacity to soak you to the bone. It was a nighttime breeze caressing your cheek, sweeping through the hairs of your scalp, making your skin burst all over with bumps.

“I don't like the way he looks at you,” said Father with a mouthful of beige porridge. Dinner for the night and every night for the next week. “He looks at you like you're a slab of meat! Some prize after a hunt. I don't like him, love. Not one bit. You'd do well to stay to mind yourself and do your chores and nothing else, y’hear?”

After the meal, you cleaned up and swept the floors with hard bristles. You snuffed all the lights except for the fireplace where your father sat in his old chair, fiddling with his favorite pistol.

“It's time for bed, old man.” You watched him fit a couple of small bullets into the loading chamber. They glinted against the orange flames. “Goodness. What have you gotten this time? Something new?”

“Aye!” he grinned in a sickly way, almost toothless, ravaged by blackened decay with what remained. “Went to market the other day while the nuns bullied you and picked out some fine bullets from the silversmith.” He cracked the two halves of the pistol shut. “Better to be prepared.”

You waited until sometime later once he was finally asleep, possibly after midnight, before leaving the humble cottage sitting on the fringes of the massive monastery yard and rushing across the grounds to get inside.

Once, they'd kept a guard dog on the property, one of those meaner breeds that were used for gambling, but the poor thing wound up shot dead in the middle of the night by a traveling friar who'd come to seek refuge at the monastery. The sisters and yourself were horribly distraught by the entire ordeal and all vetoed the consideration of bringing another dog here.

Since then, it was no task for you (or anyone else) to get inside the building and shuffle along the shadows through the corridors. At night, the place stirred with patient insects, feral rodents large and small in the pantry, and hungry owls tamely whining from the rafters when something startled them away from their hunt of vermin.

Your feet were a light sound on the masonry below, padded by thin leather soles which alerted you to your enthusiasm as the thwap thwap thwap became louder, aggressive as you closed in on a wall and turned down another hallway for a sturdy wood door at the end of it.

As your knuckles rapped, hoping the sound wouldn't disturb the animals’ nighttime caroling, a swift darkness moved across the floor from behind the door, briefly blocking out the soft light seeping out from underneath.

The next moment, you were being pulled inside and sat at a small table tucked to the side of Father Shaw’s rather generous room. It was a simple space sparsely furnished for the barest of comforts—only for what was needed to live—but what had been made for him was of exquisite craftsmanship, some made of teakwood, which Shaw assured you was remarkably durable and highly resistant to rotting.

“It's wonderful for boats,” he said, pouring a light amber colored brew from a metal kettle he'd heated a short while ago. “It’s good for all elements, really. Exceptional longevity. I've heard it has become a popular option in the city for burying the deceased.”

“Will Father Marius be buried in a teakwood coffin, then?” you asked, sipping politely from the cup even though you had no appetite for it. You already felt ill at ease enough having disobeyed your father by sneaking into a priest's personal chambers at night. The things the sisters would say about you—

“He will be entombed underneath the monastery with the rest who have served here and passed. I believe that is all stone down there, my dear.” Father Shaw smiled tepidly, kettle aside, no tea of his own. “But, I know that your curiosity led you here to me with questions, yes? About the state I found Father Marius in, yes?”

You tried to disguise your intrigue by drinking more of the tea, of whatever it was he had given you, and listened to the sounds of your fingertips sticking to the porcelain from sweat and steam.

“If you wouldn't mind sharing…”

“I wouldn't!” he leaned on his arms on the table, closer towards you as though with a secret. “As I've said, you are truly the only soul here who I can confide in. You are not a sheep. And you do not fear sin as the rest do. So, you can ask me anything and I'll tell you everything.”

“Tell me about Father Marius, then.”

Father Shaw reached across the table for one of your hands. His were far larger, fingers much longer and colder than your own as they clamped around yours as he recounted the event.

“Dreadful sight, it was. It was, oh, perhaps sometime after three o'clock when I heard a massive racket. A struggle. When I knocked, all of the noise subsided at once and there was complete stillness. Silence, my dear, silence so deep, dark, and damning that I knew something awful had happened.

“I didn't knock again, I was too afraid to! But, Father Marius was getting on in age, so I couldn't just stand by, either. I kicked the door in—just once was all it took—and I rushed inside to see the room was a complete mess. A fight had clearly taken place, and the walls—oh, the walls—”

His remorse was performed; stiff and uncertain, reflected nowhere within the vastness of his black gaze. You were moved by the vulnerability he was trying to show you, going as far to abandon your drink to place your warm hand on top of his.

“The walls, my dear, were a mess of blood. Something vicious and awful had happened in that room. But, then, I found Father Marius lying there on the ground next to a broken window. I think he'd tried to throw himself through it. His face was shredded to pieces, his eyes gouged. When I got closer, I noticed that his tongue had been severed from his head!”

You were holding Father Shaw’s hands in a bloodless grip, face ashen, teeth chattering behind your lips. “What on earth! That is not only horror, but cruelty!”

“Oh, my love, it gets worse!” Father Shaw held you mesmerized in his void staring, the conviction and anguish with which he told his story. “Closer still, Father Marius’ face was locked in one of pure terror, I've—I’ve never seen a human react in quite a way such as that before, to fear. The man unhinged his own jaw in a hideous scream, and it seemed to me he was skeletal. By that, it's like he was, well, quite dry.

“So, I crouched down so much lower and inspected him all over. Do you want to know what I found?”

“Yes.” You spoke breathlessly.

Father Shaw had moved out of his seat and was on one knee in front of you, both of his frigid hands on your face to smooth across your cheeks, pushing away pieces of hair obscuring some part of you he'd wanted to see.

“My love, I saw marks in his neck. Two, beautifully, wonderfully symmetrical marks that were far too clean to be of any animal that we know of. The bite was clean, it was patient and cunning. And the fangs that had sunk into his tender flesh had drained him of blood, of the very essence that kept his heart beating until the very last.”

“Sir—” your stomach plummeted, falling forever, when he smiled, teeth longer than any humans should be shown through to you. He wouldn't let you go when you went to move out of his hands, away from him. “Father Shaw, please—”

“I wish you could have seen it, my love. It was a breathtaking sight and I long for someone else to admire the beauty of my work alongside me.”

It was unthinkable that a vampire could walk on these holy grounds and in the bright of day, yet Father Shaw had for countless days. Evil held you sweetly by the cheek and in your hair, kissed you with a corpse’s cold lips, and laved the skin of your skin with a long, serpentine tongue.

“O’, my merciful lord…”

Father Shaw bent your head back with a fistful of hair and spoke from your throat:

“There is no God, only me. Come into the endless night with me, my love.”

[meet-you-at-the-north-star]

Let Me In

Eric Northman x human! Reader

Summary: inspired by scenes from ep. 3x02 & 3x03 as well as a couple other plot points in the show (but plot is quite vague anyway)

Word count: 1517

“You’re going to invite me in” he stated, slowly, in that gentle purr his voice always sounded to my ears.

I took a step back, partially to hide the jolt that went through my body at those words. “And why would I do that?”

I wondered if he could sense the change in pace of my palpitations. They were yet to invent a way to disguise that from a vampire's super hearing.

“So I can protect you” He took a step forward. Then another, equally measured. “Or have passionate primal sex with you”.

When my hands touched the wood of the door behind me he stopped, slightly tilting his head: “Possibly both”

I gulped. I didn’t even realize that I had been backing away.

“You’re not gonna distract me by talking nasty” I said, perfectly aware that I was the one trying to distract him from the effect he was having on me.

He smirked, leaning down and invading even more of my personal space. “I already have”.

“So…are you going to invite me in?”

“That’s not how it works” I scolded him, a warning look on my face.

“Pity” He leaned back. “As soon as you let me know what the rules are, I’ll be more than happy to play along”

I stared at him for a moment, different streams of thoughts racing through my brain. “Do you really think something might happen to me tonight?”

“There’s a good chance it might. Tonight, the night after that, it doesn’t make much of a difference. I’d rather be safe than sorry” He cut short.

“Alright. I am going to invite you in…” I began, placing my hand on his chest to stop him from taking another step forward. “If you promise not to cross this threshold and to leave me alone the minute I do.”

“Well, that’s no fun”

“Eric.”

He nodded. “I promise. If that’s what you want”

“It is” I lied, but he didn’t need to know that. “You will be able to sense it if I’m in some kind of trouble, right?”

“Correct.”

“Good. Then you’re officially invited to come inside, Eric Northman…if I should need your help” I specified in an eloquent tone.

“Thank you.” His hand reached out to move a strand of hair behind my ear, with a tenderness that was as unexpected as disarming coming from someone like him.

I struggled to fight back the instinct to immediately take back everything I had just said, but I couldn't help but at least smile at him.

He smiled back at me and pulled his hand away. “Goodnight, Y/N”


A moment later he had literally vanished into thin air.

I closed the door behind me with a sigh, my heart now beating wildly. Sleeping was going to be no easy feat after all that.

I tried to prepare myself calmly, retracing all the steps of my usual nighttime routine in order to banish any kind of thoughts from my mind, both the positive and the negative.

When I finally got into bed, however, it was impossible to avoid those piercing blue eyes and features so beautiful they didn't seem real, which had so often populated my recent dreams.

Even though he had cheated by giving me his blood, a part of me couldn't help but think I would have dreamed of him regardless. After all, my daydreams were much the same way.

Eric’s eyes were my last conscious thought, then only darkness. And the sound of steps. Some kind of creature was approaching me. I could hear its menacing growl clearly now. I started running as fast as I could, but it seemed like the noise was only getting louder and more frightening. I turned a dark corner and my heart dropped realizing there was no way out of it. It was a dead-end. Then all of a sudden the floor opened up under my feet and I fell into an endless dark pit.

I let out a scream so loud I must have woken myself up. I felt cold arms holding me and instinctively fought to free myself from their grip, still screaming. Did the creature that was following me finally catch me?

“Hey” Two hands were cradling my face in an instant, gently. “it’s okay, it’s me, you’re alright”

I blinked once, twice and finally the fog clouding my brain started to dissipate as I found myself back in my room, staring into those blue eyes again. But this time I was only not seeing them with my mind. Usually impenetrable, they now betrayed concern as they studied my expression intently.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to utter in the end.

He looked a little uncomfortable, as if he was afraid I might be mad at him. “I sensed your fear”

It finally hit me: the chase, the panic I felt, it was all a dream. But he couldn’t tell the difference and thought I was actually in danger. I felt a blush quickly rising to color my cheeks and I rested my head against his chest to hide my embarrassment. “Oh my god, it was a stupid nightmare”

His arms slid up and down my back, holding me close in a protective grip. “It’s definitely quite a relief”

“I’m sorry you had to come all the way here for that”

“I’m not” he said, a half-smirk curving his lips.

“Eric” I leaned back and looked up at his face, trying to recover some sense of distance between us, but we were too close this time. And there was no invisible magical barrier I could cross.

He understood what I needed, slightly loosening the grip of his arms to allow me freedom of movement, but his eyes remained locked in mine. “Do you want me to go?”

I opened my mouth to respond but not a word came out. I ran a hand through my hair nervously, eyes darting everywhere until his hand came up to gently cup my chin, forcing me to bring my attention back to him.

My eyes dropped to his lips. They looked even redder in contrast to his unnaturally pale skin.

He didn’t move, waiting, while my brain performed somersaults to find any valid excuse why I shouldn’t let this happen.

It couldn’t.

I had about half a second to be surprised at my own impetuousness as I crashed my lips against his, then my mind went blank.

My hands quickly travelled up his neck and tangled in his hair, pulling him to me as our mouths explored each other, greedy and eager.

I felt the blood rushing through my veins and speeding up my heartbeat until it was a loud pounding in my ears. I should have been frightened by how vulnerable that probably made me in his presence, but I wasn’t.

I wasn’t afraid of him or this in the slightest, everything about it felt too right. The feeling of his arms surrounding me again in secure hold, his hands gripping my shoulders and then cradling my face, his lips hungry, relentlessly pressing on mine in a silent request for access.

My mouth parted with a sigh, allowing his tongue to slip inside, deepening the kiss. Our bodies were flush against one another and in the blink of an eye he’d pulled me onto his lap and my hands moved to his shoulders to regain my balance, lips still locked together in a restless dance.

“Hey!” I jokingly protested, finally parting for air after what felt like a two-hour apnea. “Some of us here still need to breathe”

“Mmm, you know that’s something I can easily remedy” He grinned, lips teasingly trailing up my neck and leaving nothing but small kisses behind.

“Don’t even think about that”

“What a shame” His eyes found mine again, thumb lightly stroking my cheek. “You’d make a stunning vampire”

I simply smiled at that, leaning down to capture his lips again. The kiss was slower this time, less frantic; but languid, our lips slowly taking their time to savor each other.

I felt him grin into the kiss as my hands moved in the small space between our bodies and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wait a minute” I abruptly stopped and shot him a worried look. “You can’t stay here”

He raised both eyebrows in disbelief. “You cannot be serious right now”

“No, I mean…what about the sun?”

He burst into a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Good thing you people have invented blinds”

“True, guess humans aren’t all that bad, uh? ” I smirked.

“They have their moments” He conceded, looking at me.“But you do realize” he began, tone dropping suggestively, “that means I’m going to be stuck in this room for the entire day, right?”

I bit my bottom lip and shamelessly let my eyes wander over his messy hair and the half-unbottoned shirt on his chest, drinking it all in: he was one to talk about “stunning”. Then I brought my lips close to his ear: “I’m sure I can think of a way to keep you occupied”

[elinty]

Obsession | K.M

wordcount:651

pairing:klaus mikealson x reader

summary: klaus Mikaelson is obsessed with you, and a single, desperate kiss seals your fate.

In New Orleans, the air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and something darker, something that was unmistakably Klaus Mikaelson.

He was full of an ancient sort of attraction.

Rumours of the city's magical underworld had drawn you here in search of a fresh start. He was something you weren't expecting.

The name Niklaus Mikaelson was not unnoticeable. A legend, a monster, and a monarch.

They had warned you to avoid him, but warnings didn't really matter when his eyes met yours at a dimly lit Royal Street jazz bar.

Leaning against the bar with the confidence that only centuries of life could bring, he was devastatingly beautiful.

The city's heartbeat suddenly synced with his as his blue eyes focused on you.

He whispered, "You must be new here," in a tone that was pleased and a silky guarantee of trouble.

You tilted your head unimpressively to meet his gaze. "And you must think that line still works."

Instead of struggling, his chuckle grew more intense.

Refusing to give him the upper hand, you crossed your arms and continued, "I'm just not easily impressed."

His lips curled into a smirk. "Is that so?"

This was Klaus, he was everywhere after that night. A shadow hovering at the edges of your life, never quite touching but always there. Roses showed up at your door with an unsigned message, but it was obvious. As if you didn't know any better, he showed up at your favourite café, all charm and false coincidence.

His gaze would linger a moment too long, a smirk hidden behind his coffee cup, and you could almost feel his eyes on you even when he wasn’t there.

Additionally, the body parts of another vampire who made the mistake by approaching you too closely were discovered in the alley behind the apartment as a cruel and quiet reminder that you were his to keep safe. There was no need for words.

There was nothing for him to say because you knew what it meant.

The way he chased you was intoxicating. When it came to you, a man who had everything seemed to become even more hungry.

He stood behind you one evening on his lavish estate's balcony, his breath warm against your skin.

"You should fear me," he whispered. "I am not the kind of man who loves softly."

You looked up into his eyes. "Maybe I don’t want you to be soft."

A part of him snapped.

You were trapped by his hands against the railing in a flash of speed.

A storm created inside of him caused his eyes to darken.

He threatened, "I would destroy you," in a voice full of intensity and a hint of affection.

Whispering, "Then destroy me,"

And then his lips crashed against yours, centuries of longing pouring into the kiss. It was possessive, desperate like he had been starving for you long before you ever existed.

Klaus's hands moved to your waist and held onto you as if he were afraid you could escape.

Centuries of loneliness and need compressed into a single, desperate moment, his kiss was fire and fury. You were something he needed, not simply something he wanted.

His breath was worked when he finally pulled out, resting his forehead against yours. In a respectful yet possessive manner, his fingers caressed your jaw.

His voice was thick with something dangerously near to vulnerability as he whispered, "Love, you don't understand what you're inviting." "I won't let go."

Unfazed, you looked him in the eye. "I don't want you to, maybe."

He let out a quick exhale that was half disbelief and half laughter. His dark, unreadable face took over across your lips as his thumb did.

"A stupid little thing," he said. . “You’ve no idea what you’ve done to me.”

For a thousand years, Klaus Mikaelson was a ruler, a monster, and a symbol of strength and evil. Damage was his closest companion, and ruin stalked behind him like a shadow. But something changed, something beautiful and terrifying as he whispered your name in between lips.

At last, he had discovered his weakness.

And it was you.

a/n: yall my first fic of tvd/originals how we feeling?? this type of fic is kinda like my other ones but yk that’s what I love to write sooo yeah !! Also thinking about writing Elijah I think he’s a great character to write so tell me what yall think??

[whatswrongwithblue]

Girl Talk

Part 6 of my Imagines with Angel Dust. My silly little plot-less series about you, some comical conversation with your bestie Angel Dust, and some delicious smut with you and Alastor.

“Ugghh, this is stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you stared at the blank piece of paper in front of you.

Charlie’s ‘little fun idea of the day’ was to make everyone write a list of five things they did while they were alive that they wished to apologize for. Not only did you find it a massive intrusion of your privacy but you were honestly struggling to come up with anything substantial. Didn’t Charlie realize this was why you were in Hell? And you weren’t here for redemption, you were only here because Alastor had batted his pretty eyelashes at you when he showed up at your doorstep after having disappeared for seven fucking years and asked you to move in with him here. At least, that was the very shortened and abbreviated story you told the other residents.

Were you sorry for the pig-headed men you had murdered while you were alive? No. They deserved it.

Were you sorry for stealing and then pawning jewelry from the wives of the men you had seduced? Nope. You needed the money.

Were you sorry for using and dealing drugs? Not a chance. They were an escape and again . . . money.

And, besides the murder, you hadn’t had to resort to any of those things now that you were in Hell. Charlie just didn’t understand how hard some of you had had it while alive and a lot of your sins were just survival tactics. You refused to apologize for any of it. Not to her and not to God himself.

Well, there was one small thing that came to mind. You sighed and put your pen to paper.

#1. I am sorry that after I caught my older sister sucking my boyfriend’s dick that I snuck into her bathroom and sprayed vinegar on all of her tampons and rubbed cayenne pepper into her favorite red eyeshadow.

#2. And I’m sorry that I spread that rumor about my then ex-boyfriend that he couldn’t get it up for me unless he looked at pictures of his step-father while we did it. In retrospect, I should have just punched them in their stupid cheating faces and been done with it.

But after writing those two things down, you just went back to staring at the paper for several more minutes.

Eventually, Angel came into the room and plopped down next to you, resting his head against the back of his sofa with one arm flung dramatically over his eyes.

“Ugghhh, this is stupid,” he lamented.

“My thoughts exactly. What have you got so far?” you asked, peering over at his paper.

He lifted up a blank sheet. Blank, except for a few explicit doodles around the margins.

“Fucking nada,” he sighed. Then quietly, “I love Charlie but . . . she just doesn’t get it.”

You looked over at your friend, sympathetically. He had spent all day yesterday at work, doing a 16 hour shift, then had to spend his one day off this week doing this. At least you didn’t have to work and at least you had Alastor. Angel, you knew, was terribly lonely and sad underneath his flirty exuberant façade.

Not being the kind of person to outright show compassion or kindness, you decided to cheer Angel up in another way.

“Hey, what do you call a 6.9?”

Angel lifted his head and blinked at you.

“Come again?”

“What,” you repeated, more slowly and enunciated this time, “doooooo you call a 6 point 9?”

“I don’t know, what?” he asked, shrugging with disinterest.

“A good thing ruined by a period.”

A small smile cracked across Angel’s face as he registered the dirty joke and he sat up a little further, suddenly interested.

“What do you call a lesbian with braces?” he asked.

“Oh, oh wait, I know this one!” you said, putting a finger to your chin as you tried to recall the punch line. After a moment, it came to you. “A box cutter!”

“Okay, how about this one,” he continued. “Why do you never have to worry about getting pregnant when sleeping with a vampire?”

“Why?”

“Because they have to be invited to cum inside.”

You cackled, smiling eagerly as you thought up your next joke.

“Jesus, a lawyer, and a priest are on a sinking ship. Jesus stands up and says ‘Save the children!’ The lawyer stands up and says ‘Fuck the children!’ The priest gets up and asks, ‘Do you think we have time?’”

Angel bent over laughing, wrapping two arms around his torso and holding a third to the side of his head as he fought to catch his breath.

“Good one. Okay, okay,” he wheezed, “I got another one for ya. What did the leper say to the prostitute?”

“What?”

“Keep the tip.”

You both fell into another fit of giggles.

“I don’t believe this is what our dear Charlie had in mind for today’s activities,” Alastor’s voice said from behind you and you both turned in sync to find him smiling down at the two of you. “Though I think the creativity can be appreciated.”

“Do you always gotta do that? Fucking sneaking up on people, it’s not cool man,” Angel said, frowning.

Alastor just smiled more broadly, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, as the sound of static momentarily filled the air.

You, as usual, did not let Alastor’s weirdness sour your mood. Instead, you just beamed up at him, unashamed and happy to see him.

“I need some fresh air,” Alastor said, turning his gaze onto you. “Today is rather tedious and boring. Care to join me for a walk?”

“Babe, it’s way too hot outside.”

“Of course it is! It’s Hell, my dear!” Alastor said with a chuckle.

“It’s 125 degrees,” you deadpanned.

“Oh please,” he said with a flamboyant flick of his wrist, “I’ve never been one to let a little sun stop me from enjoying my day.” And with a bit of a huff, he began walking towards the front doors, his shoulders rigid and microphone held behind him.

You rolled your eyes. You loved him but God damn, he was sensitive when you denied him anything. And you knew he was looking for just as much of an excuse to get away from Charlie’s activity as the rest of you were. If that meant strutting around Pentagram City in his full suit and pretending the sweltering heat had no affect on him for some kind of presentation of his power, all the better. But you were going to sit in here like a sane person and enjoy the air conditioning.

“Oh, and by the way, darling,” Alastor said, stopping in the entryway after opening the door. “You wouldn’t happen to know the difference between a vitamin and a hormone, would you?”

You just scowled at him and his sugary-sweet tone. It always meant he was up to something.

“You can hear a whore moan,” he said and shut the door behind him.

You laughed a little through your nose and smiled, shaking your head. To this day, sometimes even you were surprised by the things that came out of his mouth.

Then you turned and looked over at Angel, who was staring a bit wide-eyed at the direction Alastor had exited.

“I don’t get it,” he said and you looked at him quizzically. “Is he bi or something?”

“What?” you asked, totally thrown off by his question.

“Oh please,” Angel said, imitating Alastor’s tone and the flick of his wrist remarkably well. “I’m just saying, that’s some gay shit for someone who’s supposedly straight.”

You grinned a cheshire smile before taking on an air of indifference.

“Oh that?” You made the same wave and flick of your hand. “He’s not straight.”

Angel sat up and leaned towards you faster than you had ever seen him. You bit your lip to keep from smiling, enjoying this new way of toying with him.

“So he is bi. Oh my fucking God, that is . . . I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

He seemed so excited and you let him sit with that happiness for a minute before you tore it all down.

“No. He’s not.”

Angel stared so intently at you that it would have made you uncomfortable if you weren’t so amused. You could almost see the mathematical equations in his thought bubble as he tried to work out what you had just said.

“Is this the biggest plot twist of the century?”

“Hmmm?”

“Did you just tell me he’s gay!!??” Angel practically screamed. “But I thought you . . . you two . . . are you not . . .”

You busted up laughing.

“Oh my God, you are practically short circuiting right now, you should see your face!” you said through your laughter.

Angel just continued staring at you.

“Angel,” you said, putting a hand on his arm. “I thought you were the greatest sexual detective ever. That you could read all my dirty secrets just from the way I blushed? And you’re now questioning if Alastor and I are a couple?”

“Well, yeah but . . . you said . . . and that means . . . I’m so confused!” he said, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.

“Oh, calm down,” you said. “Yes, we have sex. We fuck like animals and make sweet, sensual love and everything in between. Quite regularly, too,” you said the last part with a bit of pride.

Angel looked unamused. “So if he’s not straight, and not gay, and he’s not bi, then what the fuck label does he use?” You opened your mouth to answer and he held up a finger, halting you. “And I swear, if you say something stupid like ‘pansexual’ or some other nuanced version of bi just to fuck with me, I’ll never be your friend again.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting a second to see if he would interrupt you again, before smiling broader and finally giving him your answer.

“He’s asexual.”

Angel gave you the blankest stare ever before picking up his phone.

“Hold on a sec,” he said, raising his finger at you again. “I’m looking this shit up.”

You allowed him this as he typed in his question into the search bar of his phone screen and he read whatever the internet was telling him.

“NO HE’S NOT!” Angel shouted, still looking at his phone. “It’s not even a real thing!”

Offended, you grabbed his phone out of his hand to read whatever answer he had found in his Googling.

You read out loud the ridiculous definition he had pulled up.

“’Asexual is a label invented by women who are perpetually tired of being pile-drived by their husbands’ unremarkable dicks and have overused the excuse that they have a headache.’” You sighed, raising an eyebrow at your friend. “Angel, maybe next time, use a different search engine than Pride Ring’s Dictionary. Of course it’s all going to be smartass answers like this.”

Angel snatched his phone back.

“Hey, I find them to be refreshingly honest.”

“That is not honesty, that’s mockery,” you defended. “Asexuality is valid. And so is aromanticism. Alastor is on both of those spectrums. Trust me, it made actually starting a relationship a long and complicated process . . . but it was worth it in the end.”

Angel saw the love-sick look in your eyes and rolled his eyes. “Gross,” he mumbled and kept scrolling through his phone, clearly looking at other sources for definitions.

“So you’re telling me,” Angel said, after a few more minutes of his ‘research,’ “That you are the sole proprietor of all his desires? The only person he finds sexually attractive and the only person he would pursue a relationship with? All because of your guys’s ‘deep emotional connection that you fostered over time.’”  

He was clearly reading a direct quote from something and said the last part with such a mocking tone that you were starting to get pissed off.

“Put frankly and simply, yes,” you answered, crossing your arms over your chest. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Just sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me,” Angel mumbled. “And it doesn’t explain his gay-ass personality.”

You snorted. “You don’t have to fuck to be fab.”

“But you do fuck . . . or so you say,” Angel retorted.

“What can I say, she’s just that good.”

You and Angel both turned to find Alastor standing in the foyer again, looking more annoyed than when he’d left.

“See, this is what I was saying the other day,” Angel said, gesturing towards Alastor but looking at you. “Total voyeur vibes. Always spyin’ on people.”

You ignored Angel and turned a teasing grin over at Alastor.

“Back so soon?”

Alastor glanced down at himself and fiddled with the ends of his coat sleeves before striding towards you.

“As it turns out, Pentagram City is entirely too irritating today.”

“So it’s too hot out there?”

“Shouldn’t you be packing?” he countered, ignoring your jibe.

“It’s one night Al’, it’ll take me five minutes to pack.”

Now it was Alastor’s turn to roll his eyes. “You say that every time. And every time,” he sang, and tapped you on your nose, “I end up having to wait on you.”

“Where you two going?” Angel asked.

“Just a little getaway,” Alastor answered.

“For our anniversary,” you clarified as you stood from your place on the couch and walked around it to join Alastor at his side.

Angel frowned. “Anniversary?” he puzzled. “Of your first date or . . .” his eyes darted down to each of your left hands, noting the absence of rings there. “You guys aren’t married, so . . . wait. You guys aren’t married . . . right?”

“Should we tell him?” Alastor asked you, looking down at you with a playful gleam in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around your hips.

“Nah, let him squirm for a few days,” you said and followed Alastor towards the stairs, Charlie’s project for you completely forgotten on the table behind you.

“Wait a sec . . . HUSK!” you heard Angel yell below you at the demon who was at his permanent position manning the bar. “ARE THOSE TWO MARRIED OR NOT?”

“WHO THE FUCK KNOWS!” came the dismissive reply.

You and Alastor just laughed together, enjoying this new game you had incidentally created.

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[fanon-elio]

Can I request a fluffy where Lycaon takes care of the reader with menstrual cramps? I need comfort, I can't stand the pain anymore. (⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠｀⁠)

Absolutely! I hope you'll get better soon!

-•*Lycaon taking care of Reader with menstrual cramps*•-

Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)

Warnings: none

Not proofread.

It was such a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, bringing a strong vibrancy to the City. But as everyone was out and about, getting that healthy dose of vitamine D, you were sitting in your apartment. Fucking miserable.

You'd love to go outside to catch some of those healthy rays of light, but right now you had other troubles as you lay around with your bodily anatomy bullying you relentlessly.

Ah yes, it was that time of the month again, where your period knocked on your door like a fucking loan shark ready to collect your dept. Normally your period cramps weren't something your trusty friend the Ibuprofen couldn't handle, but not today it seems.

This time your cramps were really bad.

You felt like you swallowed glass shards, and then stumbled down a flight of stairs. Your back ached, your thighs ached, and your lower abdomen hurt like shit. It was as if your uterus had a vendetta against you, slowly beating you up from the inside as every stinging shot of pain was basically it asking "where's the Baby bitch?"

Even just getting your morning routine done had been a fight! Not just because your shower had looked like after one. The warm water had felt absolutely wonderfull as it eased your pain, but all was ruined by the smell of blood that made you immensly uncomfortable. You cringed when you remembered how you basically turned your poor shower into a saw trap.

'I want to play a game' you can fuck right off!

After calling in sick for work, getting into a fresh pair of sweatpants, and equipping yourself with a warm water bottle, you plopped down on your sofa where you had remained for pretty much the entire morning as you watch some repetitive game show. You sigh, feeling that the bottle had lost its warming, and thus pain relieving attributes again. But you weren't willing to shrimp-walk your way back into the kitchen to boil some more water, so instead you just readied yourself to perish.

Then a knock on your door caught your attention. You sighed as you buried your face in your sofa cussion, internally preparing yourself for the stranious task of 'standing up.' You throw your blanket over yourself, completing your accidental witch cosplay before strudding over to the front door to greet the unfortunate Hensel or Gretel, who would now unwillingly become a victim of your justified bad mood.

You rip the door open, expecting one of your neighbors asking your for eggs or some shit, but come face to face with Lycaon's fluffy white fur. You purse your lips, trying to process the current situation as both of you just stared at eachother for a moment "good morning y/n" he speaks, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice at your current vibe "a-ah. Hi Lycaon! How are you doing?" You ask, embarassment creeping onto your face which was almost as red as... well you already know.

"I am well, but you seem quite beside you" he says, and you wondered if the bags under your eyes, or your awkward posture had given you away. "Oh no no I'm totally fine!" You exclaim, he just looks you up and down before sighing. "I brought you something, maybe it'll lift your mood?" He gestures to the box under his arm, and you relent, stepping to the side as a silent way of inviting him in which gains you a polite little "thank you" from him.

On one hand you could drop to your knees in prayer for the fact that this fine-as-hell-man came to check on you, but on the other you felt mortified of your friend turned crush witnessing you in such a state.

"Just know that it's an absolute mess in here" you warn him, and wince like a vampire as he opened the curtains. You make your way towards the kitchen, feeling like a terrible host for not having offered him any real hospitality "Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? ...Vodka?" He tries to speak up as he watched you awkwardly try to reach for the box of tea in your upper cuppboard, dispite your current rather pitiful form. He looks around the room, noticing the previously mentioned dissaray before he approaches, wanting to stop you before you try climbing on your kitchen counter. He sets the box down on the counter next to you, his pressence behind you halting your actions before he puts a hand on your shoulder "why don't you go lie down?" He asks softly in your ear, and you blush at his closeness.

You opened your mouth, wanting to object, but he was having none of that. He bend down a little before sweeping you off your feet, carying you back to the sofa, and sitting you down on it before covering you in blankets and pillows. You look up at him, while he raised his eyebrow as a silent way of telling you to 'stay.'

Accepting your fate, you lean back and cast your eyes back on the TV while he tidies up your livingroom a bit. It still felt a bit awkward to have Lycaon dote over you like that, but it also made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You doze off for a moment, before you feel the sofa tip as Lycaon sat down next to you. He hands you a water bottle wrapped in a dish cloth, warning you of its temperatur before sitting the box in his lab and lifting the lid off.

To your surprise, it was filled with your favorite snacks, painkillers, different flavours of tea, and a heapful of movies. "Damn! You came prepared alright" you tell him, noticing they way his ear twitched. You grab one of the movies from the box and looked at it "Pork peak huh? Didn't know your liked horror movies" you joked, and he chuckled "I picked these up at Random play earlier, I'm friends with the managers there so they gave me a discount" you nodded, the warmth of the bottle in your hands soothing the stinging ache in your abdomen.

But the more you thought about the box and the water bottle, the more you wondered how he knew to prepare all of this. You haven't told him about your cramps, so how did he know? "How did you know to prepare all of this?" You ask. Lycaon turns his head to you before clearing his throat "I uhm... I could smell it. The blood I mean" he explains, averting his gaze. Your face was burning, internally facepalming yourself for forgetting that he was infact a Wolf thiren, so of course his sense of smell was superb. "Everyone has a distinct smell, and I had noticed yours changing a week prior" he explains "I hope you don't think of me as a creep now" he says, but you pull the big oaf into a hug "no, not at all. I think it's really sweet of you!" He returned your embrace, and you could hear the sound of Lycaon's tail thumbing against the sofa.

"I uhm... just hope the smell doesn't bother you" you start, but he stops you "please, there is no need to worry" he reassures you "the smell of blood doesn't bother me." Lycaon grabbs the tea from the box before making his way back to the kitchen. You turn around and lean over the arm of the sofa, watching him as he stood in your kitchen preparing a pot of tea for the both of you.

Your eyes wandered from him to his vest that layed neatly folded over one of your kitchen chairs. At first you had assumed that he had actually taken a day off for once, but scratched that thought because if he really did, he wouldn't be here in work attire. "I hope you don't mind me asking..." you start, watching his ear rotate towards you as a sign that he was listening "what about work?" You ask, watching him remove the tea filter "I don't mind don't worry, I had just gotten off my night shift, and have the rest of the day off" he replied. "And since I had been in the area anyways, I thought I might pay you a visit" he lies, unbeknownst to you. In reality he had been looking foreward to spending time with you, even if his commission had been on the other side of the city. You smiled, looking at the box sitting on your coffee table "you're a real gentleman, thank you" you say, internally swooning over how cute he was when his tail started swishing from side to side at your compliment.

"I still kinda feel bad though, you must be dead tired" you told him, but he was quick to ease your worry "don't worry it's alright, besides..." his movement halted just for a slight moment before he continued "I really like spending time with you" he spoke, his tail wagging evers so slighty faster. Grabbing 2 cupps and the tea pot, Lycaon made his way back over to you, pouring you a cup before handing it to you. You take a sip, releasing a relieved sigh as he putts one of the movies on. You pat the spot next to you, urging him to sit.

The hours melted away, your tea cups as well as the pot sitting empty on your coffee table as you binch through the stack of movies Lycaon had brought. Said wolf thiren was sitting next to you, fighting to keep his eyelids from falling shut. Even though he had assured you that you wouldn't have to feel bad, you still couldn't quite shake off the feeling. But an idea comes to your mind, as you call out to him "If you want, you can lie down and rest" you tell him. It has been a heat of the moment kind of suggestion, since your sofa was so small, the only way for him to lie down properly was with his head on your lap.

But much to your astonishment, he plops his head right on your thighs, releasing a sigh of relief. Unbeknownst to you, he was blushing just as severly as you did, with him having the benefit of his fur covering it from your eyes. "You... may pet me if you like" he speaks, his voice low and filled with weariness. And you oblige, your fingers gently combing through his soft fur, and carefully scratching behind his ear.

Soon you forgot completely about your cramps, with Lycaon's soft snoring capturing all your attention as you considere taking a picture of him before sleep would claim you too.

...

Lycaon's eye cracks open, taking in the surrounding darkness of your living room. He wonders what time it is, with the sun seeming to have said goodbye hours ago, now replaced by the moon's light as it shone peacefully through your window. He knows he should have been home hours ago, but as he looked down at your sleeping form; your head lying on his chest, your own steadily raising and falling with every breath you took.

He knew that he was already home.

*•*•*•*•*

I hope this was to your liking! To the other people who have requested something. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you.

-Elio

[stitch-away]

"all vampires are bisexual"

pairing: max phillips x male reader

summary: max invites you to his office to give you a promotion- if you earn it

tags: MDNI, smut, office sex, boss x employee, biting, blood, vampirism, max is a vampire and the reader doesn't care, max can't fuck someone without their explicit permission- joke on vampires not being allowed inside unless you let them, reader is a little dense

word count: 1.7k

a/n: is it obvious i wanna lick his teeth. lowkey crack adjacent at times i can't take him seriously. i adore this movie but it's a horror comedy, i am not taking anything seriously

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max pops out of his office, wrapping his knuckles on the door to get your attention. when you look up he has his signature smirk plastered on his and he’s beckoning you forwards with the curl of his finger. 

you roll your eyes with a huff and stand up out of your desk chair. you gesture shooting yourself to your coworker tim, making him laugh, before trudging into max’s office. max is leaning against his desk as you enter.

“shut the door behind you,” he orders, smirking wider as you comply.

“what do you want, max?” you groan.

“i wanna have a little chat with my favourite employee,” he says, his voice thick with highly inappropriate flirtation, “is that so wrong?” he beckons you closer. you begrudgingly step closer to him. 

“maybe,” you mutter, arms crossed and posture ridged, “if you’re going to commit an HR violation.” max laughs, slapping a hand on your shoulder, his soft grip belying the strength he possesses. 

“HR rules are not the things i plan on violating today,” max chuckles, leaning forwards to brush his nose against your cheek, “sit down.” his voice is hushed, his breath on your ear sending a shiver down your spine. without your mind willing it, you’re moving on your own to sit in the chair in front of max’s desk.

“good boy,” max chuckles, clapping his hands together, “okay, so, would you like a promotion?” you frown at his use of “good boy” but just ignore it. 

“uh, yeah of course i would,” you say, as if the answer was obvious. 

“are you willing to work for it?” he smirks. your eyes narrow.

“i already do–”

“no, no, handsome,” max tuts, shaking his head, “are you willing to work for it… right now.” your eyes dart to max’s crotch and you finally get it.

“are you trying to fuck me?” max’s face drops at your question. 

“i really thought you were the smart one in this office,” max sighs, his voice flat with disappointment. 

“but i’m a guy,” you frown, “you fuck guys? but you were hitting on mandy yesterday.”

“why does it matter who else i wanna fuck?” max groans, “this was supposed to be easy. you’re overthinking things.” 

“easy? you think i’m easy?” you scoff, “wow. does that usually work on people?” you can see max slowly losing his mind. it’s a little cathartic after what a shitty boss he’s been.

“oh my– just shut the fuck up,” max drops to straddle your hips in the chair, his mouth on yours before you can even react. it’s a soft but desperate kiss. you can feel the warmth of his crotch against your stomach and your hands instinctively move to hold his hips. max quickly deepens the kiss, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue into yours. your tongue flicks out, gracing max’s teeth where you can feel his abnormally sharp canines. you tongue curls round one of them, feeling out the full length and sharpness of it. as it pricks your tongue, drawing blood, you let out a moan. 

“not easy my ass,” max chuckles against your lips. he moves from your mouth to drag his canines down your neck. he doesn’t bite you, simply scratching and licking at your neck. he laughs again as a breathy moan leaves your lips. 

“max,” you whisper, the feeling of him on top of you, touching and kissing you, melting you into submission. 

“yes, baby?” he asks, lifting his head to look you in the eyes, cupping your face, “what do you need?” 

“you,” you whine, gripping his hips, “please.”

“that’s more like it,” max smirks, hopping off your lap. he lifts you out of the chair as if you weigh nothing, setting you on the edge of his desk. he shoves his papers off his desk and lays you back, slotting himself between your legs. he grinds his crotch down into yours as he sucks and nips at your neck again, letting you feel the hard length of him. 

you hurriedly unbutton max’s slacks, taking his cock out and stroking it harder. with your other hand, you undo your own pants, max quickly taking over and pulling them off. you rub your thumb over the slit of his cock, feeling the sticky precum and making him moan. 

“fuck– please let me fuck you,” max groans, rubbing his cockhead against your hole, “i can’t enter unless you say i can.” you chuckle, reveling in the power you have over him right now. 

“always loved that about vampires,” you smirk, “i could just sit here and watch you squirm.” max’s hand shoots to your throat, not squeezing but it’s a clear threat. 

“c’mon, sweetheart,” max growls lowly, “please.” he smiles at you, flashing his fangs. 

“fine,” you roll your eyes. you want this as bad he does but teasing him was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up, no matter how short lived. “come inside me, boss.”

with a grunt of satisfaction, max lifts your thighs to your chest and pushes his cock inside you all at once. 

“ah fuck!” you yell in pain before it quickly melts into pleasure as his cock hits your prostate, “max.” the stretch burns, he’s big and you’re unprepared, but it feels so good.

max just smirks, slamming his cock deeper into you, purely focused on his own pleasure. he presses hand to your lower stomach, groaning as he feels his own cock moving inside you. 

“oh fuck yeah, baby,” max chuckles, “i’m so deep in this tight little hole.” he leans down, sucking at your neck. his desk shakes as he fucks you, the office filled with the sound of wood creaking and your needy moans. 

he moves his mouth down to your collarbone, sucking on it gently before biting down hard. his fangs sink into your flesh, blood pouring out into his greedy mouth. 

“max,” you whine, your collarbone throbbing in pain, “wh–what’re you doing? that hurts– stop it.” 

max licks your wounds and brings his head back up to look at you, your blood staining his lips. 

“you want that promotion, don’t you?” you nod, feeling the blood pool in your collarbone. “then let me have a little drink. i’ll be quick, i promise.” he drops his head back, drinking up the blood flowing from you. you grip the back of his hair, holding on tight as you let him use your body to sate his hunger. 

despite the pain, your cock can’t help but throb at the feeling of max drinking your blood. the feel of his tongue lapping at your skin, the suck of your blood being drawn into his mouth, and the drag of his cock against your fluttering walls. 

“shit,” you moan, bucking your hips against max’s, “that actually feels good.” 

“it always does,” max smirks. he finishes drinking from you and kisses blood stains up your neck before kissing you again. as you flick your tongue out to get a feel of those fangs again, you’re met with the ripe metallic taste of your own blood. max slips his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. his cock hits your prostate at a new angle, making you break the kiss to let out a desperate moan.

“everyone in the office is gonna hear you,” max chuckles, “don’t stop. i want them to.” as max cock slides in and out of you, bringing you closer to your orgasm, you do as he says, moaning and whining for him.

“please– max,” you moan, pulling tight on his hair, “i’m gonna cum! i want you to cum in me– please!” max nods, his words taken from him as he moans against your lips. 

“cum for me, baby,” he grunts, holding himself back, wanting to feel you cum before he does. he presses you tight to him, your cock rubbing against his stomach. it’s enough to send you over the edge, cumming hard between your stomachs. max follows, spilling his thick load deep inside you. he fucks you through both your orgasms, milking his cock for all it has. 

with a soft groan, he pulls out, shoving his cock back into his slacks. he grabs some tissues, wiping your cum off your stomachs and his cum that’s leaking from your hole. 

“i think that was good enough for a promotion,” max says, chucking the tissues into the bin nonchalantly as you lay on the desk, panting with blood on your neck and cum staining your hole. 

“i deserve a fucking promotion after you just drank my goddamn blood,” you mutter, sitting up to pull your pants up. you touch the bite marks on your collarbone, wincing at the sting of pain it causes. 

“yeah, sorry about that,” max shrugs, clearly not sorry, “i was just hungry. want me to kiss it better?” he smirks, leaning in to kiss your neck, smelling the scent of your blood. 

“no, gross,” you mutter, pushing his face away. 

“don’t be like that,” max pouts, slipping a hand over yours, “lemme take you out, yeah?”

“seriously?” you scoff, “weren’t you trying to ask mandy out the other day too?”

“fucking hell,” max groans, rubbing his temple, “can you stop talking about mandy. i don’t give a fuck about who i have or haven’t asked out. i want you, you dense idiot. i flirt with mandy to make you jealous, okay? i want you. please.” you look into his eyes, seeing a rare sign of sincerity in his eyes. 

“jesus, max,” you sigh, “your way of trying to get a date with me was to fuck and bite me in your office? you’re a special one, y’know that?” you smile softly at max. he’s clearly not the emotional or romantic type, that’s why you never assumed he’d have any interest in you. 

“so…will you?” max asks, squeezing your hand softly, “i know a great restaurant that’s open late so i won’t get burnt.” 

“sure, why not?” you shrug. max smiles brightly, wrapping you in a tight hug.

“awesome,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “you should probably wash that blood off before we leave, though.” you kiss him and nod.

“how about your lick it off?” max’s eyes flash with hunger.

“you fucking tease.”

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tags: @perezososstuff @alfiestreacle

[creepybeanie]

RELATIONSHIP: Patrick Bateman x Fem Reader

SUMMARY: You’ve tried to escape Patrick’s mixed emotions after he has continuously pushed you away, but he always finds you because he knows you’re the one he can’t live without. Standing outside your door, he awaits your forgiveness.

WORDS: 647

TAGS: Patrick Can't Live Without You, Fluff & Angst, Bad Decisions, Toxic Past, First Love, Mixed Emotions, Passionate Kissing, Love Confessions, Naviety, Emotional Manipulation

🎧: “Die For You” by Joji

I suppose it was true that the past did come back to bite you in the ass. I’d been running from it, trying to escape its grim hold, but it stood outside my door. My past was apathetic and filled with a madness that clouded my mind, blurring it of any sanity I had left. I didn’t know I was its puppet until it had cut my strings loose. However, when it found me, I was left vulnerable to its sweet words of manipulation. Each syllable that left his venomous lips poisoning my mind like the hopeless human I was to him. He stood there impatiently, sensing I was standing on the other side of the door. Another forceful knock sends a wave of distress through my spine, almost paralyzing me.

“Please, Y/N. Open the door.” He begged. I could sense the immense amount of anguish in his voice.

Patrick was convinced he’d move on from me, but just when I began to feel any happiness, there he was; like a great white shark, he could smell my delightful blood swooning in the sea of his obscurity. Although he was a handful of baggage, he was my carry-on bag, and I was okay with hauling him around, regardless of how heavy that baggage may have been. I never wanted to leave him, but he began to create these imaginative ideas that I would do so, and when he proposed that I should go, he was content with me finding the happiness I already had with him.

“I’m not going to ask you again!” He yelled.

My hand hovered over the doorknob as if it radiated with intense heat. I knew he was terrible for me, like the spoiled milk in my fridge past the expiration date. Anxiously, I licked my lips and swallowed any possibility of inviting him inside.

I gripped the frigid doorknob, which cooled my uncomfortably warm hand. Silence accompanied us, standing between us while we stared into each other’s eyes. Like a vampire, he compelled me with one look, his warm eyes gazing back at mine as if I were staring at coffee being stirred.

“Y/N, I can’t be without you.” His eyes softened. “It’s killing me.”

“You pushed me away.” I replied.

“I know that now, and I know that you’re happy without me…” His head dropped when he spoke the words of truth he didn’t wish to manifest.

I grew impatient with his game of cat and mouse. The finding me and tormenting me. Not even putting me out of my misery. “Then why are you here?”

“I need you.” His head rose, and I could see the melancholy in his eyes. The warmth of the porch lights gave him his own spotlight, catching the fall of a tear that escaped his eye. He continued. “Every day you aren’t near, I’m closer to hell than I am to heaven.”

He stepped closer, tightening the space between us. “I’d die for you, and if I ever do, I hope that heaven takes the resemblance of your presence.”

I could see my chest rising and sinking with my sense of self-control. He intruded into my space, and I allowed him to. Looking up into his eyes, I wiped away the stray tears. The calculated emotion I continued to solve each time it was presented to me. His hands found my waist, pulling me toward him. I'd... miss this. Our lips lingered against each other, and as the wind blew, cooling the late-night air, it pushed him into me, causing our lips to crash into each other.

His hands coddled my face while our lips intertwined like a knot. He pushed himself into me, making me stumble back into the house and somewhere between getting lost in our passionate kiss I slammed the door shut behind him. Once again, inviting in my past.

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I love your stories and the way you write! I'd like to request a story for Alucard as a loving yandere, it's rare to see anyone writing for game castlevania these days!Perhaps female s/o originally found him and awakened him to help beat dracula together after Richter went AWOL and afterwards he took her with him home?

I am so sorry. You sent this back in august and I've been dying 😭 I hope you like it, though I'm very sorry if it's a little all over the place. Please enjoy QwQ also I love you, thank you for allowing me to write castlevania. I adore the games so much.

🔞Cw : light possessive/yandere thoughts🔞

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When Alucard was awoken he expected to see a Belmont, or someone related to such, knowing the only reason to awaken him is for dire circumstances. Yet when his golden eyes opened to see who, it was just…you?

The tall vampire lowered himself to the ground, walking towards you. His eyes never leave your frame.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, but I knew you’d be the only one who could help us.”

“What happened.” He sighs, knowing exactly what you’re going to say.

“The castle of Dracula is back.”

Because of course, it is.

“But with its sudden appearance, Richter went missing!”

“Richter?” He supposes that’s someone of importance.

“Yes, he’s a Belmont and was determined to put an end to this, but he hasn’t been back for three years and that castle is still there. Please, I don’t know who else to turn to, no one else is strong enough to face the monsters of that castle.”

You don’t back away as he gets closer, it intrigues him.

He takes notice of how small you are compared to him, but that’s not saying much as he’s aware his height is not humanly possible to reach.

“You’re no Belmont, who are you?” His eyes never leave you, taking in every detail he can.

You have no courting gifts on your person, so you’re not a lover of one.

His ears twitch at the sound of your name, one which he repeats.

“I am a friend of the family, and I’m worried for him. I’d like to help you defeat Dracula and save my friend.”

He hasn’t had a companion in what, three hundred years? Oh, Trevor is mocking him in the grave, he just knows it.

“You may tag along, but I warn you this will take longer with you traveling with me. Dracula’s monsters are not to be underestimated.”

Why is it that when your eyes light up he feels something…warm inside his chest? He’s a monster just like the rest, he shouldn’t taint such lively humanity.

“Of course! I’ll do anything I can to help!”

The vampire hums, walking passed you as he takes his leave, with you tailing right behind him. He hates the feelings stirring inside him, he’s a creature of the night, a disgrace, and you are a saint in his eyes.

Day in and day out as you two travel, heading straight for Dracula’s castle, he can’t help but find himself smitten with you.

“Do you need to eat?”

“If you’re asking if I need blood, no I don't, I can eat whatever you bring.”

“Oh.”

He finds it so cute how you worry over him.

You’ve only met him days ago and yet you still insist on checking on him. You’re so warm, so inviting.

That Belmont is lucky to have someone like you as his friend.

But something twists in Alucard’s chest, something darker. Just how lonely had he been all this time? It was better for everyone in his mind, and yet here he is, longing for you to stay.

It grows each night as you sleep peacefully at your little campsite.

Every time he looks at your resting form, he can’t help but feel the urge to hold you, to have you, to listen to you whisper your love for him.

You wouldn't want a monster like him as a lover, he's a vampire for heaven's sake! You deserve someone who could properly love you as you should be.

And yet each night he finds himself sitting closer to you, each night he finds himself inching closer to your sleeping body.

If he's close enough he could feel your warmth.

How he wishes to curl around you, cape over you two just to bask in it.

The weeks it takes you two to get to the castle are some of the best and worst for Alucard.

You seem to find his dry humor and sarcasm hilarious, even shooting back with your sass.

He wonders how the Belmont managed to have you so close...

With the castle in sight, he can't help but feel a pit form in his stomach.

He's just one step closer to losing you.

"Alucard quickly, the gate!" Your voice brings him from his thoughts as he sees the gate's door being raised.

He huffs, grabbing you, having you over his shoulder as he sprints towards it. His vampiric speed lets him get there just before it closes.

And with a jump, he makes it, landing perfectly.

His arm around your hips and thighs doesn't loosen, but he can feel you shaking.

"Are you alright?" His voice was low, edging on being gentle.

You take a shaky breath, trying to steel your nerves.

"Yeah...yeah I'm okay. Just a warning next time, please?"

Next time? You want to spend more time with him, is that what you're saying? He carefully sets you down, making sure you're behind him as he turns to face the rest of the castle.

He narrows his eyes which stay locked onto the enemies ahead.

The low deep growls of the beasts before you keep you on guard.

"Stay behind me. I will protect you."

He stayed true to his word, you're almost certain he didn't even need you here. You watch in awe how the dhampir makes quick work of enemies, most of the time he'd catch them before they could even touch you.

In turn, if you could not put your sword to work, you decided to put your mage abilities to good use then, healing Alucard when the hips got to be too much for him.

Death couldn't get close to you, even when taking Alucard's items and yours. Yet you two held firm, pressing onward to put a stop to this and find your friend.

Walking through the castle, getting closer and closer to the end of the hallway you have to tell him.

"It's impressive how quickly you adapt to using weapons and items that aren't yours."

To you, you think he glances at you casually, as if he's done this all before.

But you miss the soft look in his eyes.

"My father and his minions made sure I could fight. I honed my skills in killing any monster in my path."

You know there must be so much to his story but you don't press for more, he's been through enough.

"Still, the skill of yours is deserving of praise. Do you think you could teach me sometime?"

Alucard can feel his heart pounding.

Why do his hands feel clammy? Has the room gotten hotter? Before he could answer as you two walk through the door, his words die in his throat at the sight of a human sitting in the stadium, laughing.

"Who are you?" But his question goes ignored.

"Servants, come forth from the gates of hell!"

Alucard widens his stance to fight, placing an arm in front of you to block you, yet his attention is pulled from the man to the two summoned monsters on either side of you two.

You jolt forward, hands on Alucard's bicep as you seem shocked.

"....Your blood. The scent of your blood. You're a Belmont!"

"Richter!" You finally call out, you should be relieved to see your friend is alive but it's tainted in confusion and hurt at his behavior.

"Attack! Rid my castle of these pests!"

With that he sits back, watching you and your companion fight for your lives against the Minotaur and werewolf. Though he's so disappointed when you two manage to beat them, and leaves before you could land the final blow.

You rush over to Alucard once it's safe, worry etched on your face.

"Are you okay? You didn't get hit too bad, did you?" You check him over, unaware of the emotions coursing through him at that moment.

He grinds a hand up slowly, placing it on your cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing across your skin.

"I'm alright, but what about you?"

He could feel a foreign feeling bubbling in his throat, almost akin to a purr when you lean into his touch.

"I'm fine. But that was Richter but he...he'd never want to resurrect Dracula, or do anything of this."

His heart hurts seeing you so conflicted.

"Worry not, we will stop him."

"Just...please don't kill him."

Alucard takes a deep breath, easing the anger welling up inside him. Do you want to protect that Belmont? He might've been your friend, but he just sicced monster at you two without a care.

He even had the nerve to call you a pest!

But how can he say no to the pitiful expression of yours?

"I'll do what I can."

Making your way once more through the castle, finding relics that you need, and trying to fight monsters for their items. You run into Maria, who's so happy to see you, even if she questions the stoic man next to you.

Alucard stays quiet as you two converse, though you seem relieved when she hands you the holy glasses. You're quick to hand them to Alucard.

He's already tired of everyone when he defeats a possessed Belmont, that annoys Priest Shaft by having the nerve to make him go through another castle.

But you are at his side, talking with him, healing him, and giving him just small touches to his arms and back.

He never realized how touch-starved he had become.

His quick strides become slow, he doesn't want this adventure to end, he needs to keep you with him.

He can't let you go, he can't let anyone hurt you.

As the castle goes up in a blinding light, he can faintly hear you happily chatting with your friends, how you sound close to tears knowing they made it alright.

The words of his father rang still clear in his ears.

'You're more like me than you think.'

He dreads ever thinking he'd be anything like Dracula.

But as he looks at you, he sees your smile.

He can understand his father's actions a little better.

Just the thought of you dying sends him into a frenzy.

"Alucard, I-"

"Come with me."

You jump back, a little shocked at his words.

"I'm...I'm sorry?"

The nearly seven-foot-tall man hunches over, making himself level with you.

"Join me in my travels. You make a perfect companion."

After watching you fight alongside him, even watching you fight the fake versions of his old friends in there.

How you came right back to his side to offer him comfort.

How you did the same right after the fight with the succubus.

He needs you.

You make him feel loved, and wanted, even if he's just a monster like the rest.

"What!? You can't expect them to go with you!"

His golden eyes lock with Richter's blue ones.

The Belmont looks flabbergasted the dhampir even suggested that.

"Richter, let them decide. They did save you and the world with his help you know."

He snaps his head towards Maria, mouth agape.

"I understand that, but who knows what other dangers they could face out there!"

Your chuckle brings them all to silence. Richter has always been so worried for you and your safety, much like a protective brother to you.

"Thank you for the concern, Richter, but I think I'll be fine." You look to Alucard, a soft smile on your face.

"I'd love to join you. This entire trip has been so much fun."

You can feel your knees go weak at the barely there smile that graces Alucard's face.

"I won't let you regret it."

As you bid farewell to your friends, promising to visit them.

You're blind to how Alucard eyes your neck.

If he turns you, you'd be stuck with him for the rest of your life, you could never leave him, and you'd be his betrothed for the end of time.

He could make or find you two a nice place.

Oh, he wants to hold you like he's dreamed of since the start of your journey.

And now you'll be alone with him, with no one expecting you home soon or at all.

You're his now.

He won't make the same mistake his father made, he will never leave you alone.

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64. “I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.” - Perpetua finds you after running into you in public and being enamored with your scent. Sweet Creature Pet loses himself when you let him feed from you leading to something more.

Your write CreatuerPet so great. 🖤🤍🖤

aww ty baby! i like writing him so i'm glad people like reading him <3

this one got away from me a bit length wise. gn!reader x creature!Perpetua (implied to be a vampire). bloodsucking, penetrative sex, oral (reader receiving)

he smelt you in black mass, and ever since, he's been obsessed.

it had been his first, and he had been nervous - of course he had, it was an important thing he was doing, being the head of this Ministry. but then there you were in the front pew, ankles crossed, looking up at him with those wide, adoring eyes. you were hooked on every word. and he was hooked on you.

he could smell your blood around the abbey, every time he caught a whiff of where you had been he'd found himself drooling a little. and to catch sight of you? oh! such bliss. the way your hips swayed as you walked, your light laughter, the softness of your neck that begged to have fangs pierce it. how you smiled and waved at him so kindly whenever your eyes met and it made his heart threaten to jump from his chest.

did you know what you were doing to him? could you even begin to imagine?

it was foolish to go so long without feeding. he hadn't meant to, he'd just gotten so caught up in the rigamarole of upper clergy that it had totally slipped his mind. then one night he was caught with a growling stomach and a parched throat, and his need to drink was simply overwhelming, so he found himself climbing the brickwork wall of the ministry to get to your room.

tonight is the night he tastes you, he is sure of it.

you are sitting at your boudoir, performing a nightly skincare routine, and almost jump out of your skin when he knocks on your window. your face flashes with delight upon seeing him, and then utter bewilderment at the fact he’s somehow climbed three floors up. still though, you come and unlatch it.

"papa?"

"may I enter, my heart?"

you gasp a little as you realise why he needs to ask the question - the way his fangs glint in the moonlight is also somewhat of a giveaway - but nod, standing back to give him room.

"of course you can come inside."

the invitation given, he unspools his long body into your living space, delighting in the scents of your tinctures and soaps. he can feel the beat of blood within your skin through the air, percussive to your need. it is intoxicating.

"can I help, papa?"

"my darling... there is something your papa must ask if you. you see, I am hungry, and i need to feed. I was wondering if you would do me that kindness?"

a flash of terror crosses your face, but it is dominated by your curiosity.

"oh. will it...?"

"it shouldn't hurt, and wouldn't be dangerous. i know when to stop."

the myriad of emotions you're experiencing culminate in one decisive one: lust.

"yes. okay. you may feed from me."

"thank you, my heart. you might want to sit somewhere comfortable."

he is surprised when you take his claws gently in your hand and lead him to your bed, the tender touch of a lover though he's not even kissed you yet. (he wants to, though, how couldn’t he?) you sit on the mattress and gently unbutton your pyjama top, just enough so that it reveals your sternum.

“here?” you ask, brandishing your neck. Perpetua can feel himself drooling.

“yes, my dear. there.”

he reaches in, eyes flickering up to your face to make sure you’re comfortable. the flash of desire he sees gives him the courage to bite.

his fangs sink into the soft skin below your jaw and you hiss. he doesn’t make the wound too deep or uncomfortable but suckles a little, drawing blood out from its delicious source. he groans in abject pleasure. you taste better than he ever could have imagined, and the thrum of arousal blossoming on his palate may drive him to madness.

your hand comes up to clutch the back of his head and draw him closer, encouraging him to embrace you. he does. he is lost in the smell of you, the blossom of you on his tongue, the heaving heat of your body taking joy from this all.

the blood flow stems and dries. he pulls back, licking his lips.

“thank you, darling. I—”

he does not finish his sentence because you’re kissing him. it steals the breath from his lungs and he finds himself wrapping you in the long embrace of his arms, angling his head so he sink into you better.

“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad,” you whisper, and when you pull back your mouth is smeared with your own blood. the sight of it goes straight to Pereptua’s cock and he groans as you card your fingers through the dark tangle of his curls.

“my heart, you don’t know what you’re doing to me… ever since i first saw you at mass, I’ve been…” obsessed. he’s been obsessed.

“me too, papa. me too. please, make love to me?”

how can he say no to that?

he lays you down on your soft blankets and spreads you open, enraptured by how you watch him like he’s your guiding light. he can see how ready you are for him, can scent your aching need in the air. a kitten lick has you bucking against him and he dives in without a second thought.

kissing and sucking at your eager sex, he busies himself with your pleasure. it is with a gasp from both of you that you come on his lips; and there are those beautiful, clever fingers again, burying into his scalp and guiding him back to your neck. he lathes his tongue over the wound to taste the little blood which is left. he presses his hips to yours, a slow, sweet slide, bucking as he tries to find purchase. it takes a moment for his cock to line up with your entrance but the whisper of “oh, papa, right there…” spurs him on and he sinks himself into you with a deep, desperate thrust.

seated in your warmth he takes a second to radiate in your presence before he begins to move. you cling onto his back, digging your fingers into his shoulder blades and nocking your angles together at the base of his spine. it drags him deeper and he groans. he will not last long but he is desperate to drag another orgasm from you, eke it from your tender body with his cock. he moves quicker which has you moaning and when he spills he feels you flutter around him in that most intimate embrace.

he breathes your name in reverie. you chant his as a prayer as you come back down to earth, kissing his cheek, his jaw, his lips.

“don’t leave,” you whisper. he doesn’t know if you mean tonight or ever, but he takes it to mean the latter; he prefers it that way anyway.

“I won’t,” he promises, and kisses you again.

[smuttysabina]

The Temptations of The Night

(Jiu x Male Reader, 3k Words) Tags: Back With More Vampiric Sex, You Get Drained, Literally, Well At Least A Part Of You Does, Vaginal Contortions, Acrobatic Positions, Unnatural Pussy Magics, An Addiction To That Sweet Vampussy, Blood Magic, Magnificent Blowjobs, Deep Throating, Wholesome Cuddling

Part 1 Here

No lamb had ever gone more willingly to the slaughter. You pause at her door, arm upraised, trembling from a sordid mixture of fear and arousal; desperate to simply turn around and leave, but unable to resist the temptation to give into your lust. She had not left your mind this past month, visions of her lithe body had frolicked through your mind, you had been unable to concentrate on anything else. So now you were back, even though you really should not be, about to take another step along a path you should not have gone down to begin with. But you were merely mortal and her hold upon your soul was unbreakable, so you knock confidently, as if you had not been standing stone-still for five minutes as your mind roiled with deliberations. You need not wait long to consider your damnation however, for immediately the door swings open, banishing your apprehensions. A kindly goddess dowered in black lace smiles in satisfaction, extending a dainty hand in invitation,

"Welcome back, my dear," Jiu murmurs, "I am pleased by your return. Please, come inside, for the night is cold..."

The familiar darkness swallows you as you step beneath her doorway, the door swinging silently shut as Jiu embraces you in her cool arms. Her mouth slightly opens, as she tilts her head up into a kiss, her icy soft lips pressing against yours hungrily. You let out a moan of desire, passionately returning the kiss as you hold her wiry body tight against you; your hands caressing her back. Your tongues intertwine, sliding across one another as you breathe heavily; so lost in the sensation are you that you barely notice your lips being slightly scratched, as if with twin razors. Jiu pulls out of the kiss, eyes gleaming in the faint light, her lower lip trisected by her two long, narrow fangs, "My, such... ardor. I see that you missed me," she glances down playfully, "I am looking forward to tasting you once more..." Jiu gently leads you deeper into her flat, flambeaux humming to life in consideration of your inferior night-vision, depositing you in a worn black leather armchair. She smoothly pulls its pair in front of yours, languidly reclining in it as she watches you drink in the sight of her once more. After all, it was not every night that you got to make love to a vampire.

Jiu seems to be in a mischievous mood, her small talk deliberately ignoring sexual subjects, while a delicate foot probes at your crotch. Her eyelids crease in amusement, as your voice catches, your hips unintentionally humping her foot as it presses against your manhood. Her eyes bore into yours as your member starts to throb after only minutes of this treatment, you had yet to even remove your pants and she was already on the cusp of draining you. The candlelight flickers amorously across her pale skin as she suddenly removes her foot; she idly bites her thumb as you watch, breathless and heaving. Jiu leans forwards reaching out to cup your cheek before sliding down to your neck, then her thumb flashes along it, drawing a line of blood. You blink, and move to touch the spot, before slowly realizing that your arms are not obeying you; nor for that matter, is much else. She touches a delicate finger to your lips as she soothes you, "Worry not my dear, simply a little... help," she smirks, blandly unzipping your pants as she explains, "I noticed you were quite aroused by my nature; the unnatural, it excites you does it not?" Jiu's fangs slide to full length in emphasis, and she elegantly positions herself between your frozen legs. You shiver as she brushes her teeth against your tip, which promptly leaks precum in response; Jiu lets out a surprisingly girlish giggle, "I think... Perhaps I shall drink you dry tonight..." her voice hisses up at you, sending a shudder of erotic fear through you.

You moan plaintively as Jiu's head bobs between your legs, slurping and sucking upon your frozen member; unable to move enough to produce semen, your poor cock simply drips what little fluid it can. You are still able to feel sensation however, and so you are forced to endure a seemingly endless procession of orgasms. Your muscles locked together, you are completely vulnerable to the temptress, she could drain your blood whenever she pleased, and you would be entirely unable to stop her. The prospect sends an icy thrill through you, your body reacting to the danger by pumping you full of more and more hormones; eager to dump your semen before you pass. When the waves of pleasure assaulting your mind have grown almost unbearable, Jiu lazily raises her hand in front of your blurred vision, and snaps. The dam breaks, your seed exploding from your manhood into her mouth, Jiu digging in at the base of your cock to hold on as your hips buck and spasm wildly. Her throat bobs steadily as she swallows the long ropes of semen spewing down her throat, calmly riding out the storm as your orgasm lasts several minutes. Only after your thunderous climax does she unlatch from your crotch, fangs leaving faint pinpricks behind in your flesh. She idly wipes away the spittle staining her chin, "My, you have been saving up, haven't you?"

Jiu fetches some water and a blanket for you, curling up against you before shrouding the both of you in warm fuzz. She affectionately scratches your neck, seemingly amused at your exhausted state, "I had anticipated that you would enjoy restraint, but to such a degree? Such deviancy..." A charge you can hardly deny, especially not to the woman whose stomach you had just emptied a vast quantity of semen into. Luckily, said lady appeared quite content to simply cuddle with you while you recovered from your strenuous exertion; though she had done an excellent job in removing your clothes without much of a hassle. Your strength gradually returns, and soon you're attention is occupied by the cool body of Jiu snuggled up against your own. You start to touch and stroke her lithe body, causing her eyes to crinkle in amusement, as she allows you to feel her up; though she does stop you from trying to remove her outfit, "Not yet, my dear, you will enjoy it more with me clothed." Whatever it was, you were not exactly sure, but you are eager to find out. Soon you are kissing once more, her clothed form pressing up against yours as her hand daintily works your manhood until it is once more rigidly saluting her. Your unnaturally swift recovery was no doubt aided by Jiu's subtle nibbles as your tongues wrestle, the aphrodisiac in her fangs granting fresh vigor to your already mauled member.

Jiu stands, pulling you up with her, causing the blanket to pool around your feet, your cock pushing needily against the fabric covering her crotch, desperate to get inside. She pulls out of your embrace to smile, evidently pleased by your blatant lust, "My, so vigorous, it is endearing. You will appreciate this then..." Jiu gets onto her tiptoes, then leans back into the air, further than she should be able to support, pulling her legs up with her so that it is as if she is resting upon an invisible table. The long tail of her outfit forms a black waterfall, seemingly sourced from her now vulnerable loins, the fabric of her bodysuit pulling tightly against the lips of her sex. She looks up at you, lips parted in good humor, and subtly wiggles her hips in invitation, urging you onwards. You grunt like a rutting boar, as you shove your cock against the thin cloth protecting her entrance, careless in your need to fill Jiu; until the material strains enough to allow your tip to slightly penetrate her. Jiu raises an eyebrow in delicate mockery, and looks to be about to tease you when the fabric finally tears and your manhood plunges inside of her. She lets out a soft gasp, which is entirely drowned out by your own animalist groans, as the tepid folds of her pussy engulf your cock once more. Her eyes seem to flash in the candlelight, "Mmm, I shudder to think the pounding I would endure had I beguiled you properly, we would be here all night I would think!" The drumbeat of your sexes slamming together seems to indicate your agreement, and she lets out another curiously innocent giggle. Then she starts to stretch, arching her back further and further until her midnight hair kisses the carpet, an acrobatic feat that causes her pussy to curve in an addicting manner. Now you can see the bulge your manhood is making in her taut stomach, even through her outfit. as it strains mightily to force Jiu's sex back into shape but inevitably fails to do so. A failure which does not bother your now drooling cock in the least, as waves of pleasure pulse through it from exotic angle it is now enjoying. When your orgasm finally peaks, you shudder and convulse, holding onto Jiu's rigid hips for support as you unload your warmth into the lukewarm confines of her unliving sex. When it is finished, she leans back up, touching her groin fondly as she chuckles, "Did you save up for several weeks? Had my womb been fertile then you would have quickened me!"

The vampire sighs, idly playing with the loose ends of her bodysuit, "And you tore my outfit, which was arousing, yet still." Placing a hand on your still heaving stomach she lightly pushes you backwards, causing your manhood to flop out of her; but not a drop of semen follows it. Jiu swings her legs back down so that she can stand, no longer ignoring the feeble demands of gravity. A smile quirks her lips as she notices you once again touching her sides, "I see you still require attention, let us deal with that issue in my chambers, yes?" Obviously not trusting you to not to attempt to mount her on the way there, Jiu once again freezes you with a swipe of blood across your chest. Humming quietly, she then levitates you and leads you into her bedroom, waving a hand to snuff out the lights as she goes. Now entirely shrouded in darkness, you can perceive little until you are gently lowered to the floor, mobile once more, but still only able to make out a faint pale blur in front of you. Then the curtains are thrown back, and the light of the gibbous moon floods into the darkly paneled room; adorning the pallid goddess in a familiar scene of deja vu. But unlike last time, you are no longer hesitant, and nor is Jiu acting particularly demure as she shed her outfit without much fuss. Now the lunar glow caresses her tight curves, anointing her perky breasts and making her milky nipples conspicuous with their darker tone. Her lower lips glisten wetly, and you feel your member stir fitfully at the sight, but is unable to react properly to the lust filling you. Jiu's eyes narrow kindly, and she acts swiftly to fix the problem; leaning in, she bites your neck, fangs digging in to extract what lies beneath. Your breath catches as Jiu languidly drinks your blood, your jugular pulsing as she taps into it; is this it then? But she does not finish you, stopping quite short, and as she licks the wound closed you do not feel much diminished in strength. Seductively touching a finger to her tongue, she dips it in the blood still pooling upon it before swiping it across your shriveled member and ordering it to rise.

Now with blood surging through your manhood once more, it bulges obscenely, forced upright by Jiu's fell charm. Her stomach now has some color to it, which lightly spreads up to her face, before it vanishes and pools down towards her crotch. She smiles in satisfaction before elegantly climbing onto the bed, arching her back, she raises her pallid ass in the air and looks back at you teasingly, "Well, slake yourself, you beast." Jiu's butt sways indulgently in the moonlight as you clamber onto the bed after her, and upon spreading her perky cheeks you recklessly shove yourself inside of her. You gasp in surprise at the heat suffusing her pussy, no longer was it cold and clammy, now it was burning hot and sopping wet. Jiu herself seems a touch affected by it as well, moaning softly as your cock pummels her insides rapaciously. You plow Jiu mercilessly, subconsciously knowing that she would be able to stop you with ease should you overstep yourself, you treat her not like some gracefully courtesan but instead like a cheap fucktoy. The lady in question if anything seems bemused by your vigorous coupling, and is content to let you drain your lusts into her before she drains you. The force of your thrusts are so great you unmount her several times, you cock slurping out of the warm confines of her body, and slamming against her tightly clenched asshole before sliding upwards into her crack. Jiu chuckles when you do this, tutting with mirth, "It will not go in you know, it has not opened in quite a while..." By the time she has finished gently scolding you however, you were already forcing yourself back inside of her pliant hole.

Your first orgasm leaves you breathless, Jiu's unnaturally stimulating pussy too intoxicating for your body to resist any longer, you howl as your seed surges into her, flooding her with gooey ropes that soak into her folds. But the flame of lust within you remains undimmed, as you use your weight to force the lady's hips down into the sheets. Jiu lets out a dignified huff as you press her prone, allowing her legs to open to allow you greater freedom of movement; which you require. Your thrusts are long and deep, mechanically slamming down into her sex as your cock instinctively urges you to breed her once more. Your balls slap wetly against her clitoris, now your entire body is lathered in sweat from your exertions, adrenaline spiking to provide you with enough energy to complete your primal mission. You bury your face in Jiu's nape, nipping and gnawing at her cold flesh even as you savor the salty taste of it; her bun tickling your forehead. Jiu lets out a pleased noise from your ferocious ardor, her pussy tightening in time with your movements, stroking you greedily. You kiss her hair as you climax once more, breathing deep the scent of her perfume as you dispense thick curdles of semen into her once more. You collapse onto Jiu, chest heaving with exhaustion, but your manhood still remains painfully erect within her.

You stagger upright, swaying precariously as you glance down at your sore member throbs unnaturally, retaining its stiffness in defiance of nature. You start as Jiu playfully bumps her now pleasantly rosy rear against your sensitive cock, giggling demurely as precum froths at its tip. She evidently has noted your tired state however, as she graciously comforts you, "Allow me to lead this dance, relax..." Her fingers gently lower you back towards her entrance, and she mounts you with a sigh of satisfaction. Your legs quiver as aching pleasure shoots up through your shaft, it is all you can do to remain standing on your knees. Indulgently, not even pausing in her lethargic movements, Jiu's finger stitches the air, and you suddenly feel yourself being firmly supported. She smiles mischievously up at you, "Now then, hold on dear." With that brief warning whispering in your ears, Jiu truly starts to move. Her hips slither skillfully up and down your length, bucking and writhing unnaturally as her pussy bends around your cock in new and exotic ways. Tirelessly, she fucks you, riding you expertly, keyed into your every twitch and shiver until she has devised the precise routine necessary to bring you to a swift climax. Then Jiu repeats that pattern ceaselessly, gratifying your manhood in ways you had no idea even existed; her folds pressing against your most sensitive points mercilessly. You squirm, feeling your depleted balls rise up for one last heroic effort, helped along by some unseen force. You are almost sobbing as your final loads sputters into Jiu, leaking the dregs of your testicles into her gluttonous pussy, even as she continues to fuck you relentlessly. Only when your groans turn to whimpers does she halt, smoothly dismounting you and dismissing whatever magics that forced you erect, allowing your meat to shrivel gratefully.

Jiu's eyes shimmer in the moonlight as she tenderly lowers you onto the soft sheets, nestling against your side as she lazily levitates refreshments and a now-familiar fuzzy blanket towards the bed. "My, I feel... bloated, my womb sloshes with every breath. I almost feel too full to feed... almost." You do not even have the strength to look at her, let alone resist as Jiu nuzzles against your neck and digs her fangs into your flesh. You moan plaintively as the twin needles fill you with numbing bliss, the lady going untroubled as she feeds upon your vitae. She finishes her meal sooner than the last tryst however, stopping short of leaving you senseless; her tongue gently lapping your wound close. Jiu idly caresses your sweat-covered chest, "After such a... passionate joining, perhaps some rest is in order?" She benevolently assists you in draining your water glass, before curling back up against you, her body now vaguely lukewarm to the touch, "Sleep my dear, you have satisfied me this night..." And you obey, feeling supremely pleased by her praise...

You awaken to find the thick curtains drawn tight, the room filled with abyssal darkness, a cool pressure coiled across your body. You shift slightly, causing the weight to stir, before cuddling more deeply; murmuring incoherently. You reach a throbbing arm up to explore the person atop you, before remembering where you were, in her lair; causing you to pause with your hand clenching her posterior. The lady of the night sighs, "Oh don't stop, I know you mortals are particularly... invigorated come the dawn." Judging by the pulsating sensation coming from your crotch, your member is much inclined to agree with her; even after the thrashing it had received that evening. Jiu's finger slides across your shaft, bringing if fully awake as she maneuvers herself in the lightless void. You feel something soft and wet touch your tip, as the blanket coils down onto your chest, "Allow me, this will not take long, will it?"

Jiu was entirely correct.

[knight-of-flowerss]

BLOOD SACRIFICE

Vampire!Benjicot 'Davos' Blackwood x Septa!Reader

There will be smut so Minors DNI 18+

SNIPPET OF ONE OF THE THREE STORIES!

Synopsis: Many say the church can protect you against evil, that’s a lie. You pray to the Seven for forgiveness and protection, but they do not grant it. The stranger himself gets invited into the church, what will you do when he bears his fangs and gives you the choice between death or lust?

The stained glass shines from the illumination of the moon, the light refracting and casting shadows. My veil covers my hair, billowing down my back and coating the floor in the laced fabric.

My hand clutches my rosary, my mouth moving fast as I mutter prayers to the Seven. There had been talks of a monster amongst us. Murders of young, vulnerable women had become the new town myth, they say a Vampire.

Yes, a Vampire apparently walks amongst us. Ridiculous but precautions must be maintained.

We do not know if the Vampire is tall or short. Young or old. Pretty or ugly. All we know is that there is someone with a bloodlust amongst us.

My prayers are dedicated to the Seven, specifically the Warrior. I prayed to him for protection, to help rid us of this foul disease plaguing the Riverlands.

"I pray to the Warrior for protection and bravery, give me strength and safety and I will forever be in your debt." I mutter, my eyes closed and mind blank, only focusing on the words I’m speaking and which of the Seven I am praying to.

After praying to the Warrior, the Father, Mother, Maiden, the Crone and even the Smith, I go to pray to the Stranger, but something stops me.

I hear a scratch on wood. I stop my prayer for a few seconds, listening to hear. Nothing. So I go back to praying. "I pray to the Stranger-" scratch, scratch, scratch.

I pause, my eyebrows furrowing as I finally open my eyes, moving my eyes around the very empty church, my eyes land on nothing. There is nothing here with me. There must be rats in the wall.

I open my mouth to continue before a loud banging makes me jump and drop my rosary. I look behind me and see the door shake with the sheer force of the knocks.

Once the knocks cease I get the courage to call out in the darkness, "Who comes here at the hour of the wolf?"

Silence. "Answer me!" Silence as well.

I stand up from my sitting position, discarding my rosary as it lays neglected on the floor. I slowly walk towards the large double doors, my bare feet planting on the cold stone.

My body reaches the door, fingers instinctively reaching out and grabbing onto the handle. I go to pull it but I hesitate. What was on the other side? A cat? A person? The killer?…

You only live once, if I am to die then I am to die, it is what the Seven want.

I use a lot of my strength to pull open one of the doors to reveal the cold to the warm.

As my eyes scour as much as the darkness allows me to see. I turn my head right, nothing. I turn my head left, a shadow.

I shriek out of shock, jumping as I look at the body before me. A man. He has scruffy black hair, a cocky grin and a scar above his lip.

"Greetings, Septa." He smirks, enjoying my reaction. Who was this man? "Greetings… how may I help you?…" My tone is sceptical, unsure.

"I need a place to rest until the morrow. Well, it already is, what I mean is when the sun rises." He flashes a charming but cocky smile, stepping slowing infront of me. He was tall and lean, towering over me.

"Of course, you could have just came inside you know? Come, step inside, you are always welcome at the Church." His smile widens and turns into a smirk. His eyes flashing an emotion I cannot put my finger on. But it wasn’t just an emotion. I swear I had saw his deep, dark eyes flash a bright red, but it was dark, the hour of the wolf, I am just tired.

I welcomed the young man inside, smiling politely as I let him in. Shutting the door, I do not realise the danger I face. I have just locked myself in an isolated Church with a Vampire. Gods help me…

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

[igglemouse]

Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Sunday

I do wake up just in time to welcome in my sister who I completely forgot is now in town. Isn't she here for my assistance? Ah, I've had so much happen since last week that I can barely recall why this lizard is at my house right now.

Elsie: Lizzie! Ah, how unfortunate it is to see you again and so soon...too soon.

Lizzie: Elsie, I thought we've gone over this? I need your help, I am your sister, aren't I?

I suppose she is, unfortunately, and I think I might need her help as well.

Elsie: That's right, oh dear, the vampire, right? Yes, one is hunting you if I remember?

Lizzie: Y-yes, yes, it's a little more complicated than that...

And so I invite her inside.

Index ~ Next

[feelo-fick]

WELCOME TO PHIO'S EXTREMELY SELF INDULGENT AU HOUR!!!

"Oh, FINALLY, another visitor! It's so quiet in here, it's unnerving..."

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This AU was meant to be posted on halloween but eh.... Happy Thanksgiving? HAHAHHA

still dont have a name for it, but basically, back in october i was suddenly hit with the need to have a halloween au, so now we have ghost-ified prismo and vampire/witch-ified scarab :D ( although didnt finish the scarab reference spread in time because uh, school and i lost motivation unfortunately )

au synopsis and rambling below the cut!!

the premise of this au is simple : scarab is a real estate agent whos known for his manners ( never barges in, always waits to be invited! though it is a little weird how he keeps asking to be let inside even if they already agreed that he was going to come over... ) and efficiency at his job - that is, convincing people to buy high-end housing for a good price. although his social skills need some... work, his ability to persuade people isnt something to be laughed at.

unfortunately for him, persuading the higher-ups is a completely different story - which he learned the hard way after flunking something big for the company. they dont choose to fire him, no. instead, they put him through a trial, assigning him to sell their most unprofitable property : the mansion in a small town locally known for being haunted by an "evil spirit". if scarab manages to sell it (for good profit) within six months, he is excused and is able to go on with his job. if not... well, best not to think about it, yes? after all, he'll succeed with ease - all he has to do is dispel any worries about some fake "ghost" that only exists as a result of filthy rumors. maybe clean up the place. not too hard, right?

meanwhile, stuck inside said mansion is an extremely bored prismo. hes been hangin around this place for like... how many years now? forty? a hundred? meh, all the same, lately the place has been quieter than usual. i mean- of course people dont just walk into a creepy mansion every day, but there would usually be at least a few bold kids or vloggers coming in now and then for him to entertain but even then they wouldn't stay long ( for obvious reasons ). and now, just some unbound spirits or dumb animals would pass by and thats about it. a guy can only entertain himself for so long, yknow?

that is, until today. when some posh-looking business man entered the premises and started snooping around ( whats the deal with that, by the way?? ). must be prismo's lucky day!! this is the perfect chance to pull out all the stops and play the FUNNIEST prank ever! hah!

... oh. looks like things've gotten a little out of hand.

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WOOT WOOT WOOTTTTTTTTTTT!!! im so so happy to finish this because ohhhhh my god this has taken ages for no reason other than the fact that ive been really dragging myself to make presentable art JSNDJSJXNSJX.... i realize that i have never worked in real estate ( or at all ) which means i have probably fucked something up but uhh um ill deal with the backlash later :"D im also realizing how many odd unanswered bits and bobs this au is going to have in the future, which... i am ignoring for the most part for now, but there are SOME things that i DO have figured out like ghost lore... but thats for another time, for now i leave you with this >:)

[doyelikehaggis]

Rarepair Rowboat: Kennett | Kol Mikaelson x Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries)

Requested by @nikkiruncks

It was a bad idea. Bonnie repeated that to herself on a loop as she stood outside the house, invitation clutched in her hand. She could feel the magic in the air around her - the prescence of more than one vampire behind the doors. She was taking her life in her hands.

But they agreed; there had to be a reason that the Original witch wanted a formal meeting with her and Elena. It couldn't just be a coincidence.

She took a breath and calmed herself, before she slipped the invitation into her purse, walked up the steps and into the house. Inside, it reminded her of every Miss Mystic Falls pageant she'd attended. It was similar to Tyler's house, but it was lavishly decorated, with glittering chandeliers and champagne fountains.

As she moved further into the room, she noticed people staring. A warm flush crept up her neck but she ignored it and searched the crowd of ballgowns and suits for Elena.

She found her mid-argument with Stefan and Damon. They had both agreed to stay away from the ball. Evidently, neither of them could stay away from Elena.

Bonnie moved to approach them when someone stepped into her path. Annoyanced prickled beneath her skin. It wasn't helped much by the smirking face staring down at her. Even if he was sort of attractive.

"Please, tell me you didn't come with either of those idiots," he said, and her heart dropped at the lilting accent as he nodded in the direction she had been headed. "It would simply devastate me."

She pressed her lips together and swallowed, trying to ignore her thumping heart and the fact that he could hear it. He was one of them.

His head tilted, and his features pinched together as if amused.

"I'm sorry, I'm being ungracious. My mother would kill me for not introducing myself to a lady. Kol Mikaelson."

His smile grew wider as he held his hand out to her, expectant. He waited as Bonnie hesitated, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. She kept her hands by her sides and he chuckled, dropping his hand back to his side.

"I understand your distrust, but I assure you, Bonnie, I am nothing like my siblings," he said. "For one, I'm far more charming."

"Agree to disagree," Bonnie said tightly, offering up only a dry smile in return. It only seemed to fuel his amusement, and her eyes narrowed as the realization hit her. "Wait. How do you know my name?"

"My mother informed us there was to be a Bennett witch in our midst tonight," Kol said simply, and he shrugged. "She seemed worried that my siblings wouldn't greet you with the warmest regards."

Bonnie raised her eyebrows. "What, so, she sent you to make sure none of them ripped my throat out? How do I know you aren't going to do the same?"

"Because unlike my siblings, I have an appreciation for witches," he said. "Considering I, myself, used to be one."

She wasn't buying it. "Well, then, you can appreciate that I can look after myself. I don't need a vampire bodyguard, but thanks for the concern."

She managed to side-step him this time and hurried through the crowd. She located Elena, who was one Salvatore less than before. As she explained what they were doing there, Bonnie caught Kol watching them, smile still intact.

She quickly looked away again, that warmth creeping back up her neck as she tried to forget their encounter and put him out of her mind. They had a plan. Focus on the plan and maybe they'd be able to get out of there alive.

[magicalbuttertarts]

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3

Damian Priest x f/Reader (AU)

WWE Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: no sex for now. Mentions a bit of smutty stuff, but nothing crazy. Eventually smut. A bit of swearing.

WC: 957

©️magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

AN: I started back at work this week, after being off for 2 weeks. I hope to update more, but I can really only write on the weekends.

After that night, I kept going back to her place.

Just standing off in the distance, but making sure she was safe.

I found out a lot about her this way, even though she did seem to enjoy talking to me.

I found she likes to go out with friends almost every other night. Even just for dinner or drinks.

Each Friday, they pick a club to go too, or if someone they knew was having a party they would go to that.

I had to control my anger when I saw her dancing with some random guy at a club.

But when he was indicating that she should go with him, she shook her no.

No matter how much the guy persisted, he went home without her.

I would stay further back as the group would walk home on a nice night.

"You should have gone home with him." One of her friends would say to her.

"Wasn't my type." She said, as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah, her type is the owner of that club." A rather, giggly friend said.

"Shut it." Came her reply, but made my ears perk up.

"He was rather handsome, and did you see how tall he was?"

"Did you see his tattoos?"

"Did you see his smile?"

My ego got a bit bigger as I heard them talk about me, but I only focused on what she said.

"He saved my life the last time we were there."

The gasps that came from her group of friends and them demanding for her tell them what happened.

She did, but leaving out how I am a vampire.

"He walked you home, and you didn't invite him inside, to say thank you?"

"He told me he had to get back to the club, and I was tired," She was cut off by a friend.

"You wish you invited him in, huh?"

I waited to hear what she had to say.

"I do. I really do. Fuck, why didn't I invite him in?"

Maybe because I am always vampire my dear, and you don't and still don't know my intentions with you.

I left the small group, satisfied that they would be getting home safe.

As I was back towards the club, I just knew deep down inside that she would be back to my club, and soon.

I kept my distance the moment I realized how creepy I was being.

I am following her around in my spare time, just to make sure she is okay, and I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"You know you have found your mate right?" Rhea told me as she was scrolling through her phone, the two of us sitting in my office going over what still needs to be done for the night.

"Rhea, I don't believe in that true love, soul mate bs, and you know it."

"Yes, but doesn't mean it isn't true. Let's go over the checklist of soul mates for us vampires."

"I don't have time for this." I tried to say, but Rhea being Rhea, she ignored me.

"Number one, you smelled her unique scent."

"We have strong, enhanced smell." I pointed out.

"Number two, hearing her say your name for the first time, made you actually feel alive. Number three, you are willing to murder anyone for her, which you have mind you."

"He was scum." I informed her.

"Number four, she is all you can think about. You had someone personally hand delivere an invite to your club."

"Lastly, number five, you will not be able to sleep with anyone else, as you will only want her, your mate."

"Oh please, I do not see how that isn't possible."

Rhea stood up as I said that.

"Just find one to sleep with, and you will see I am right Damian."

As she left my office, it dawned on me that I haven't slept with anyone since I saw her for the first time.

I have to rectify that.

Ariana was screaming her head off as I pounded into her from behind. Not wanting to see her face as my mind filled with only her face.

I pulled completely out of the woman I hired, and collapsed on my bed, frustrated that Rhea was right.

She tried to snuggled into my side but I told her to go.

"But, you always want to cuddle." Ariana told me.

"Leave. Now." I snapped.

I didn't bother to watch her get dressed, but she did rush to get away from my presence.

Probably concerned about becoming my next meal.

I got dressed after a quick shower, and walked down to the club, already a massive lineup outside the door.

The music was pounding in my ears as I walked into the club, people moving out of the way, but then I smelled her unique scent, lavender and peppermint.

She is here.

It didn't take long for me to see her dancing with some friends, guys once more trying to dance with her.

She must have felt me staring at her, because she looked up and stared into my eyes, and I couldn't help but walk towards her, pushing past people just to get to her.

She turned around as I got to her, I placed my hands on her hips, as they were moving back and forth. I pulled her flushed against my body, her ass moving against my hardening cock.

I heard her heartbeat pick up as we danced in the middle of the dance floor. Her blood pumping in her veins, making me lean down and moan into her year.

The poor, fucking losers looked on, wondering how I get to dance with her.

She is fucking mine.

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