#and me the vampire just took a whiff of his blood

[im-no-jedi]

someone tell me why I had a dream last night that I was Asterion from BG3… I was doing the voice and everything wtf slfjskakdfkskdh

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Feeding

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not much blood had been consumed, so you started to get to your feet, but Wade wanted you nice and helpless. He rubbed his fingers to the bite mark you had left and shoved his fingers into your mouth and smeared the drug on your tongue. You immediately slumped against the counter.

He went and locked up the bar before returning to your side and administering another hit of his blood. You eagerly drank it up. It was too irresistible. 

Then he gently led you downstairs where he apparently lived. 

"Didn't realize I was part demon or didn’t know demon blood was like a narcotic? Maybe you didn't know either of those..." 

He tossed you on the bed rather unceremoniously.

"Thought you were gonna get an easy meal, but you're gonna feed me too!"

Assuming that he ate beings with magic, you looked up at him with a horrified expression and scrambled to get off the bed. He stopped you and pushed you back.

"I'm nourished by intoxication and addiction the way sex and lust nourishes an incubus," he explained, having noted the fear on your face.

Though you still had a fierce thirst for his blood, you weren't addicted. Yet. Just significantly increased blood cravings. You had the presence of mind to know what he intended, and you didn't want to be a captive.

"You can't do this!"

The effects of his blood on your body were rapidly wearing off. It had only been a small amount. You could use your speed to zip awa-

"I can do whatever I want to a little leech like you~" 

Wade pinned you on the bed and used the sharp nail of his thumb to slice his wrist before shoving his wrist to your mouth. You tried to turn away and keep your mouth closed, but you could feel the warm blood tingle your lips, and the smell was all-encompassing. Tired of your struggles, he smacked you hard across the cheek. You could have shrugged off a strike from a normal human, but he had demonic strength. As he had anticipated, you cried out in pain. With your mouth open, he jammed his bloody wrist right into your mouth. 

Once a drop had touched your tongue for the third time that night, all your resolve melted away. You relaxed under him and greedily lapped at his wrist. Now that it was in you, you needed more.

As you gave into your dark desires and fed off Wade, he fed off the intoxication and the budding addiction growing inside you. 

But the whole situation had his cock straining painfully in his jeans. 

He maneuvered your clothes off as well as his, but your attention was focused on your meal. You whimpered and grabbed for his arm as he pulled it away to lube up his cock. Just because he was doing this for nourishment didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. Besides, being all cute and needy for his blood made you look far too tempting for the half-demon. 

He pulled you into his lap and slid his thick cock into you.

Wade put his arm up to you so you could suckle from his wrist as he slowly fucked into you. A large demonic cock like Wade's would have stretched and hurt the hole of any human, but you were far more durable. In fact, it felt quite nice. His blood seemed to heighten pleasurable sensations while reducing unpleasant ones.

You moaned softly as you fed.

"That's it, take alllll you want babe. I regenerate faster than you can drink."

It must have been true. His wound had healed and you had to bite his wrist to draw more blood. He didn't seem to mind. 

The demon kissed your neck and sucked it softly as he continued pumping into you. Never too hard to interrupt your meal. 

He kept the slow and considerate pace until you had finished. Blood was smeared all over the lower half of your face, your eyes glossy and half lidded. You were barely cognizant of your surroundings anymore. All you knew was that you felt warm, happy, relaxed and, for the first time since you had turned, alive.

Wade angled your face towards him and kissed you deeply from behind, enjoying the taste of blood from your lips and the rush of energy he got from getting you high. He brushed his tongue against your fangs to draw blood so you could suck it while the two of you made out sloppily. The half-demon broke the kiss, a sanguine string of saliva and blood connected your lips for a moment. Wade hastened the tempo of his thrusts into you as his mind raced over the implications of having you. 

A human would have died from just a drink of demon's blood. That's why he blended each bottle of booze in his bar with but a single drop. Just enough to subconsciously coax humans to crave coming back to his bar and give Wade a bit more intoxication to sustain himself. But he didn't have to hold back with you at all. 

Rapturous moans left your body as your pleasure reached its zenith. Your normally frighteningly pale face was actually flushed.

"You enjoying yourself?" Wade smirked and kept going.

You could only weep silently as the overwhelming sensations from the drug and sex mingled into an overwhelming wave of ecstasy bearing down brutally upon you. 

With supernatural stamina he kept going for hours, he readministered his blood as needed. Every time he made you cum you whimpered. Each orgasm seemed to hold within it a greater and greater threat of throwing you off the brink of sanity and shattering your mind. 

By the end of it, when he had finally had enough after filling you with cum over and over again, you were a shaky drooling mess. His demonic features faded away as he picked you up. Then he took you to the tub and bathed you gently, getting all the dried blood off your face and cleaning up all the semen leaking from your hole. 

"Sorry I had to give you so much. Have to get you hooked on it."

Wade picked you up and wrapped you in a soft towel. You were too out of it to respond.

"The crashes aren't bad though at least. Extreme cravings but no life threatening illness or anything."

He kissed your forehead and tucked you in before getting under the covers and spooning you. 

"You're gonna love it here I promise. All the blood you want. I'm not just keeping you here to feed me, I could see glimpses inside your mind when your inebriation nourished me."

The half-demon ran a hand soothingly up and down your side.

"I know we're compatible lovers. You'll see."

You could hear his words but could just barely process them. 

"B-but.." You protested weakly.

"Hush now. You need to rest."

He put his arm around your waist and held you protectively. It was so much easier to just let sleep claim you than it was to resist.

Wade stayed up far longer though. All the thoughts of the wonderful life you two would share together running through his head and keeping him awake. It would be amazing. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

He'd treat you so well and make sure his little vampire was always happy. And he'd keep you hopelessly addicted to his blood. You'd be so helpless and dependent on him that you'd simply never be able to escape.

[devnmon]

bloodletting // a.a.

Summary: You're afraid of being judged when your time of the month comes, and Astarion being Astarion... is enthused.

Warnings: period oral, mentions of blood and menstruation!

wc: 2.2k

Astarion was always confident he could read you like a book. Though one certainly long day of adventuring passes by without you both speaking, and he's unsure why you're downright avoiding him.

He was confused, yet intrigued, by your attitude. Standoffish, pushing him away, generally the way you never acted, especially towards him.

That is, until he caught a whiff of you. It wasn't a different odor than he'd had the privilege of tasting before, just more potent.

More… fragrant.

Pheromones of yours wafting in the air, coming from one known source: you.

The vampire's thoughts wracked him as to what could've been throwing you off this much that you'd push him away this much. You'd consistently talk his ear off about anything crossing your mind.

And Astarion, the man he is, would always listen intently.

For you to spend your day glued to the girls' side all day raised some questions with him. Of course he understood if you were in need of space, but for you to not let him know at the very least-- well, he was a little puzzled.

But in fact it was when he found you crouched over, groaning in pain while washing your hands off in a stream. It was then he realized what you were cleaning your hands of.

"Well, well. Now I know why you've been avoiding me. Are you going to act like I can't smell you, darling? A vampire's senses are much stronger than a human's, don't you know?"

Freezing in your place, you turn to meet the smug face of one certain companion of yours catching you literally red-handed. A flush of heat rushed across your skin like wildfire, caught in his tantalizing gaze.

"You know, I don't mind it, if you know what I mean. That is why you've been avoiding me all day, correct?" His arms crossing over his broad chest said enough about how astonished he was with you hiding this from him. He didn't take kindly to being avoided, especially not if it was something so personal as this.

You stood a few feet away while attempting to collect yourself, clutching a used pair of undergarments in one hand.

"Astarion–" you began, failing to convince the dashing man before you of anything but what he already knew. Nothing that bad would have you tragically trying to hide it from him, of all people.

"No, no… don't even try to explain yourself." The smirk on his face was telling enough, low voice of his ringing out again, "You thought I'd, what, be drawn away from you? It's blood, darling."

"Of course not. I just… didn't know how you'd react. I've got terrible pains most days on our travels and I've had to beg our healer to cure me every day since it started. It's been so heavy that I've had to refresh myself way too often... which is exactly what I was doing when you found me here." You wrung your hands between one another, before the vampire stepped closer and took them into his.

"Love, you should know I would never judge you. If you needed a little relief, all you had to do was ask. It's what I'm here for, to ease your struggles. Make things alright when they're not." One of his hands moved a lock of hair out of your face and behind your ear before cupping your cheek with his palm.

Impulsively, you leaned into his touch, one you always chased every time Astarion lay his hands of velvet on you.

"Just knowing how you feel about it is a huge relief. I didn't know what to do or what to say to you... hence me being by the girls' side all day long. Just figured talking out how to tell you about it with them would help because I was nervous. And I wouldn't ask you to do something like that for me."

Astarion picked up on your cheeks reddening whilst you mentioned the idea of an act so intimate. He knew you weren't one for coming to him first about things to try in the bedroom; you'd rather let him take the lead and find out what you liked through that.

But this was about you being in pain, and if getting between your legs to quite literally suck you dry eased some of it, he'd gladly be first in line for that experience.

"What if I... offered? Does that change anything about the way you feel? Maybe it would give you some respite from those pains you've been complaining about. You know I can do things you can't get from a cleric, darling."

Your eyes widened a bit at his proposition, a strong heat beginning to stir inside you.

"A-Are you sure? I mean I know you're a vampire and all, but do you really mean that?"

"I'd ravish you every minute you'd allow me. This isn't any different. I crave you, in all ways. Your pleasure is mine, and I want to show you just how much I mean it." His thumb swiped across your cheek softly, to which you looked at him and nodded, watching his lips curl into a smirk.

Within the grasp of his other hand, he finds the soiled underwear still soaked with red. Luckily, his nimble rogue hands had taken the cloth before you could notice it was gone.

His lips pressed to your neck, ghosting kisses over your skin while listening in on your blood pumping. Chill kisses of his were much needed after rushing to clean yourself up.

The ruby eyes of your lover darkened with an inking of mischief, before he was guiding your body to lay down for him, placing a rag under your hips.

Your garments had been tossed off to the side, with Astarion's hands parting your thighs. He took a deep breath, the scent of you intoxicating him to another level. You could've sworn his eyes sparkled with desire before his head moved between your thighs.

Astarion dragged his tongue through your folds long and slow, parting easily with the amount of blood your body had already shed.

"Mmm… this is an experience I'll think about forever. The sheer act of you giving your body to me in such a way... Like a tying of souls, for infinity. Makes me love you even more. If that's possible." He spoke again, that accent of his making a hot blush cover your cheeks.

"No, please don't stop. Oh, gods- Astarion..." you breathed, running a hand through his curls and gripping tightly.

The vampire's tongue slid over your entrance this time, up through your folds and right over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out gasps of his name followed by moans when he begun to circle it with just the tip of his tongue. Astarion drank up every part of you more easily than he thought he could. He was infatuated.

Diving in deeper, he hooked your thighs around his shoulders, relishing in the taste of you further. You were trembling beneath him already, but he was able to wrap his biceps around them and hold you down.

Seeing him smitten with the taste of you while making his own sounds of pleasure from it sent you further into a haze of pleasure.

Astarion considered this the closest you two had ever been, like a binding of souls that lasted for eternity. He would gladly travel Avernus and back for you if given the chance.

His tongue traveled through your folds once again, stopping right over your entrance before sticking his tongue inside to lap up more of you.

"Oh, gods. You're good at that…" you whimpered, hips stuttering against the pale elf's grip. You're much more sensitive to his touches than when not on your cycle, the way your hips swayed, and your breasts swelled, it felt silly to think you didn't come to him sooner.

Once he came up for air, you caught the glimmer in his eye that noted his enjoyment of it all. Painted his face with you, a testament to how devoted he was entirely to you.

"So perfect, my love… I doubt anyone else's gotten the chance to have you like this. I'm the luckiest in all of Faerûn."

Astarion placed his hand on your lower torso, right above where your pubic line starts, and presses his palm firmly onto your abdomen.

Somehow your body melded to his in an instant, responding to his touch with another gush between your thighs.

It heightened your pleasure and though you knew he was drinking your blood, there were no words to describe how erotic it was seeing yours all over his mouth.

He controls his tongue's movements through you like it's breathing, flitting over your clit with fervent need to taste.

"Fuck... Astarion, please- ah! It hurts..." you whimpered, a cramp running through your body.

"Another one of your pains?" The pale elf inquired, the sudden loss of his mouth debilitating after all his stimulation. You nodded to him, attempting to hold back your sounds of discomfort.

"Let's see what we can do about that..." His mouth thankfully returned to your aching heat, the red of your blood messily lathered upon his face. Both his hands slide around your waist, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your lower abdomen.

Although Astarion's skin was naturally cool to the touch, the light blue glow from his palms was even cooler in the moment. Instantly your cramps disintegrated, thanks to the healing scrolls he kept on hand.

"Your touch is life changing, my star... What would I ever do without you?" you sigh, throwing your head back in relief when he lowered his head back down.

He chuckles before circling his tongue around your clit, causing you to tug on his hair again while your hips stutter underneath him. Astarion breathes you in with another inhale, the crimson taste on his tongue more decadent than he's ever had.

To hold you in his arms and find himself getting to worship at the temple that is your body, he was certain this was where he was meant to be.

With the way you sighed with content, he was sure the little healing spell he'd cast was in effect.

A blaring heat rushes through you when he prods a finger into your opening, watching as a bit of blood seeps onto his palm. Sensual moans of his vibrated against you, sucking lightly on your clit again in sync with the movements of his fingers.

It’s as though you feel the knot between you two loop together, freeing you in time and space where you lay from any contradictory feelings you had. About to squeeze your eyes shut, you hear Astarion’s voice in your mind.

Doing so well for me, gods, you taste exquisite…

You’re blushing furiously at the echoes of his silken voice, laid within his body mind and soul. Part of you still holds the shame that comes from within, combatting the thoughts that pull your mind away from him.

I admire you to the rings of saturn and back, no one else has such a hold over me like you.

Every move he makes is soft and doting, as if you would break lest he move too quick. Astarion’s words chip away at the highest wall of masked vulnerability you’d built up. It’s brief, the sheer embarrassment you’re utterly soaked in, before his words ring out in your head a final time.

I’m here. Let go, darling. You’re mine, evermore

His fingers continue to plunge inside you, thinking only of your pleasure as your body explodes for him. Astarion continues to work you through euphoria, as your back arches under him.

An ever so slight ache of need washes over your entire body, goosebumps rising on the soft skin.

“There you go, so good for me.” Astarion’s voice breaks the silence, the only other sound your panting breath and stream of water nearby.

Astarion knows he’s just orchestrated the most wonderful oblivion of sensuality and just cannot help himself.

Once more he runs his tongue through you, lingering taste of you on his tongue. He lifts himself from you, palms running softly over the skin of your thighs before helping you sit up.

His curls were nothing but a mess from your tugging, and even though you were the one given pleasure, he held the same blissed out glowy look you did.

“Thank you, Astarion. That was… like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’m truly the lucky one. How can I ever repay you…”

Before he even has a chance to clean himself up, you’re pulling him in for a kiss and tasting yourself on his lips. What you once considered cowardly and disgusting was now filled with love and devotion. Nothing would compare.

“Nevermind repaying me. You’ve all but let me suck you bloodless like so many nights before. I’ll be glowing by the time we wake tomorrow. Now, let’s get some rest. Shall we?”

Astarion begins to stand, holding out a hand for you to grasp as he pulls you to your feet.

“Is there anyone more perfect than you, Astarion?” you asked, sighing with satisfaction.

“I highly doubt it.” he snarked.

“Hm. Good, because you’re the keeper of my heart. All my love belongs to you.”

His hand brought one of yours to his lips, kissing it softly before interlocking his fingers with yours with a smile as the both of you walked back to camp.

[zephyrchama]

Vampire MC part III - with Leviathan

heads up - this is suggestive

(intro/vampire MC masterlist can be found here)

It was no surprise you hadn’t run into Leviathan since your transformation. He was more elusive than most demons.

You didn’t have a chance to see him until there was a commotion out in the hall. You peeked your head out from behind the bedroom door just in time to see Leviathan trip and fall, splendidly faceplanting on the hallway floor. Hard enough to make you wince. Mammon cackled as he ran around a corner, seizing his chance to escape.

“You have twenty four hours, you deadbeat!” Leviathan shouted, punching the floor and rubbing his fist into the ground. He was absolutely seething. His tail trailed out behind him, thrashing to and fro and bumping against the walls.

You opened the door a little wider. “Did Mammon forget to pay you back again?”

“Gah!” Leviathan, in the midst of picking himself up, stumbled and almost fell down again. “H-how long have you been there? No, uh, nevermind. Ughh. How uncool of me…”

He went to wipe his nose with a sleeve. That’s when you caught a whiff of something delectable.

”Levi, are you injured?”

“Huh? No? Oh, wait…” It was hard to see on the black fabric covering his hand, but you clearly spied a thin red line dripping out his nose. It was hard to ignore.

You gripped the door tightly, shying back behind it so Levi couldn’t see your face. “Come in here a second.”

---

The two of you sat on your bed as you fiddled with the latch of a first aid kit. The alluring scent of blood had a grip on your concentration and the more you tried to focus on the kit, the less your fingers seemed to work. Leviathan draped his tail over the footboard where it anxiously thudded against the hardwood every few seconds.

“So, um. I guess we both have a reason to avoid the sun now, huh? Ha…” he awkwardly trailed off. Leviathan looked concerned, like there was something more important to say, but he couldn’t quite find the words. He watched you with pity. All he could manage was, “are you okay? I know you’ve been through a lot, probably.”

As he spoke, another drop of blood slid down his face which he tried to cover with his hand. Your posture stiffened as you fought to ignore it. Leviathan was wholly ignorant of how much you were holding back. After all, vampires are supposed to attack humans. Who ever saw a vampire go after a demon?

The first aid kit finally popped open with a loud crack, spilling bandages and gauze over the sheets. You both jumped. In the scramble to help put everything back, Leviathan leaned in a little too close. Your pupils thinned and instinct took over, a burning urge to take care of the blood before it dried up.

You grabbed Leviathan by the shoulder. Not strongly, but enough for him to pause and give you a questioning look. Enough time to quickly close the distance between you.

Leviathan froze in place as you dragged your tongue over his lips and under his nose, cleaning up the traces of nosebleed. He was completely still, save for the quiver of his lips when your fangs lightly pressed down on them. Your hands moved to his chest as you snaked your tongue down his chin, lapping across the bare skin on the front of his neck, and prepared for a juicy bite. He held his breath. However, the sensation of something hard and cold on your teeth jolted you out of the fog.

It was easy to forget that Leviathan had scales on the side of his neck when in demon form. You pulled away with a “sorry,” mortified to have licked his face like that, but Leviathan started trembling in excitement. He was panting.

“That was just like Scarlet Moon! Even the way your eyes changed color! Do they do that when you’re hungry? It was just like my favorite scene from the spin-off manga when Kyuu and Ki-chan are locked in the forbidden tower and need to feed to restore their magic and escape.” His leg and tail bounced and his face was flushed. He kept talking on about the series and you couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red from being in such close proximity to you or from being so excited about his anime. Maybe both.

That paltry sample only made you more hungry though, like a light appetizer before the main course. You pushed the medical kit aside.

“Levi, you taste really good.” You parted your lips and breathed slowly, trying to pick up the scent again. It lingered on his gloves. “Can I have some more?” you asked. It wasn’t your intention to sound needy, the words just so happened to come out that way.

“Me? You really want some of me?” He could see the truthfulness in your body language, in how your eyes were now a deep crimson. Leviathan was not used to being craved. He covered his face again and wrapped his tail tightly around the bedpost, as if to anchor himself. As if he was the one losing control instead of you.

“I’m going to get eaten by a vampire? By you?” he stammered. “ I don’t think my heart is ready yet, do I need a bath? No, don’t run. That's pathetic. I’d do anything for you. I can do this! I’m just like Kyuu, I’m ready!”

You were gearing up while he rambled and pounced as soon as Leviathan gave the go-ahead. He yelped, not expecting you to literally jump on him and push him back against the footboard. Your fingers dug into his hoodie while your lips searched the bare side of his neck. The sound of his blood rushing a mile a minute made finding a prime vein easy.

His fanboy heart was too overwhelmed thinking about how cool this was - something he always fantasized of! - to fully notice your body melding against his as your thirst was satiated. He'd realize it when trying to relive the memory later. His hoodie made for a comfortable head rest.

Leviathan wondered, would it be too weird to ask you to do this again while you watched Scarlet Moon together?

[meanbossart]

Hi! I'm in love with your DU art and was wondering what Drow's initial reaction to Astarion being a vampire spawn or did he already know? (Also what's his view on vampires in general?)

Oh yeah he knew LOL

Like, I'm sorry, I don't care if your insight is in the negatives - the guy is surrounded by jars of coagulated blood, he's translucent under the sun, he has red eyes and bite marks on his neck, he has FANGS. I will first believe you found some work-around to the whole "sun-burning-me-to-cinders" issue before I DON'T assume that you're a vampire.

Because Astarion took almost a whole act to warm up to DU drow, I had the pleasure of getting the dialogue where he has to tell you about his status as a suckling undead unprompted. And yeah, DU drow's reaction was "Yeah I know". It gave me a good laugh, I'm so glad that was an option.

I think DU drow, after gathering that Astarion was some kind of vampire, just assumed it didn't need to be discussed unless he turned it into a problem. He's fucked-up in the head himself, after all, and the other guy over there is eating necklaces and boots to survive - if you need to take off to eat a boar every other night that's fine, It's none of his business.

But after it was all out in the open, and after they had sex for the first time, it was only then that Astarion tried to bite him. At that point DU drow was already a little carnally-smitten with the guy and had since re-familiarized himself with his own taste for pain. His current object of desire requesting to hurt him for his own benefit and to put himself in such a vulnerable place felt very... Nostalgic. Not only did he agree to it pronto, but it honed his interest in Astarion from that point on. Something about this agreement of theirs was very comforting, and he kept coming back for more, long before any feelings had actually developed.

This has nothing to do with his vampirism, though LOL there just so happens to be a lot of crossover between it and things that endear DU drow to Astarion. The literal bloodthirst, their shared feral nature, the risk implied in being intimate with him, the fact that Astarion looks and smells like a dead body-

This drives DU drow specially nutty. He loves how Astarion smells. This man will stick his face in his crevices and just take a deep long whiff. You're welcome for that mental image, by the way.

Otherwise, his opinion of vampires is very much based on Astarion's own perspective - which means he views them as a whole as untrustworthy creatures; weak, but simultaneously extremely dangerous. Vampire lords are tyrants drunk on power, always one misstep away from their downfall, and spawn are all cornered animals - fragile, but rabid. Astarion is, of course, the exception... Kind of.

[bettyfrommars]

Bloodstream

vampire!eddie x supernatural!fem!reader

from the Death Becomes Us au

18+ONLY, smut, period sex, (f) receiving oral while on their period, unprotected p in v, wet dream, blood, the pet name 'sweetheart', drinking blood.

wc: 3.4k

Reader in Death Becomes Us is also supernatural and has some physical scars that are mentioned in this. Eddie is her neighbor in a trailer park filled with vampires, in a town where vampires are basically a tourist attraction. Bits of these things are mentioned, but this can easily be enjoyed as a stand-alone.

ALSO, this is pure smut that does not progress the story one bit 😂 So, if you'd rather skip it, you won't miss any crucial information.

I've had several requests for vampire!eddie smut and, even more specifically, vampire!eddie with a reader who is on their period, and so this was born. I've had this sitting finished for so long, I wasn't sure I would post it.

You hadn’t realized you’d drifted off to sleep on the sofa in front of an episode of The Twilight Zone until a knock at the door made your adrenaline race into action.  It was a dark, moonless night, and the only illumination in your trailer was from the television, a string of tiny pumpkin lights along the window, and a flickering candle on the counter in the kitchen.

The time on the VCR said 11:46 and you got to your feet with caution, figuring it had to be a vampire at the door—you just weren’t sure which one.

“It’s me. Eddie,” his voice was a mumble out on the porch.

The sound made your heart stutter.

“What do you want?” You asked, pausing with your hand on the doorknob so you could look out the peephole.  He was standing back a ways, hands in his pockets, elbows out, and a black shirt unbuttoned down his chest. He looked particularly dressed up, as if he’d been hustling the unsuspecting wealthy widows down at the country club.

You watched him smirk at your question.  “Can’t a neighbor come by and say hi? I saw your TV was on.”

You gave a quick glance down at what you were wearing, making sure you were decent, but also to make sure you didn’t have crumbs all over you from the dry cereal you were eating earlier.

 “I haven’t seen you around all week,” you got flustered after you said it, not wanting it to sound like you were waiting around for him and counting the minutes.  

“Yeah,” he gave his lips a generous lick, wetting them until they were shiny. “You realized I was gone? Does that mean you missed me?.”

There was no formal understanding or commitment between the two of you, but also, there was something unspoken that compelled you to worry about him when you didn’t see the whites of his eyes for a few days.  

You opened the door and inclined your head, motioning for him to come in, and moved back so he could step in off the porch.  You’d already invited him in once, and unless you rescinded that invite, he could technically come in whenever he wanted.  

He waltzed in like he owned the place, picking up small things as he went to inspect them, looking around as if trying to catch you in the act of doing something.  You were just about to offer him some of the NuBlood you had in your cabinet in the event of a vampire guest when he stopped abruptly and took a long, violent inhale, and held the breath in his puffed out chest.

His eyes narrowed on you and began to darken.  He sniffed the air again, and then his eyelids fluttered a bit as if he’d caught a whiff of heaven.  The tip of his tongue shot out from between his ejected fangs.

“It’s that time of the month huh?” He asked it very casually, like a doctor might, and at first you wondered what he was referring to, but then you felt a sudden wetness in your underwear and a pang from your uterus.

“You can smell it?” You asked, stepping away.  “I didn’t even realize that I—” 

“You just started,” he told you in the same matter-of-fact way, turning on his heel.  He walked over to the vanilla sugar candle, hoping it would mask the scent so that his cock wouldn’t come to attention right there in your trailer because his mouth was already watering.  “Maybe I should come back another time,” he gripped the side of the counter so hard, he almost broke a piece of it off.

“Um, it’s okay, just, well, give me a second to—” you were about to walk by him on the way to the bathroom when his arm shot out as a barrier, catching you at your chest.

“No, stay,” he whispered.  When your eyes met, you wondered if he was using that glamouring technique on you to make you do whatever he wanted, but then you remembered that you were impervious to vampire powers.  

He took a step, closing the distance.  You could see his abnormally slow heartbeat under the cold, pale, tattooed landscape of his throat.  He tilted his chin up an inch as if exposing it more for you, watching with attentive eyes as you drank in the curve from his jaw to his neck, to the collar of his shirt.

“Like what you see?” Cocky and bold as ever, but this time, he was really asking.  He really wanted to know.

You ignored his question, searching his face.  “Why haven’t we ever kissed before?”

He choked at that abrupt outburst and attempted to smirk, but then cleared his throat.  “Would you like to change that, sweetheart?”

“Maybe,” you stepped so that your leg was touching his, and his plump pink lips parted, eyelids drooping, anticipating your next move.  Eddie opened himself up to you, pulling his shoulder blades back so that you could have his chest and throat, accepting whatever offer you had in mind.

"You're so cold," you mused, and then you were moving in, putting your warm mouth to his throat, relishing the smooth, cool flesh on your lips.  You flicked your tongue out to make him groan a little, his hands moving to dig his fingers into your hips.  He smelled like Ivory bar soap and fresh earth and vanilla musk, with those soft, nicotine undertones.  

“I might be on the verge of melting,” he slid one hand between your legs and the damp heat that was building there.  You nipped at his cool skin, sucking it through your teeth, while your hands worked up his ribs to find his nipples with your thumbs.  

“I was wondering when you’d finally take advantage of me,” he offered a low chuckle. The laugh had a bit of nervousness in it, though, and his voice cracked at the end.  

You could feel the vibration from his sound, licking a stripe up until you found his chin.  He dropped his head, catching your mouth with his, and there was nothing practiced or cautious about the kiss—it was messy and desperate, and his ringed fingers found a home between your legs, making you moan.

The blood was seeping through your clothes, and for sure there was a stain through the material of your sweats by now. 

“Your smell is making my mouth water,” he broke free from the kiss to put his forehead to yours, but his fingers continued moving in circles on the right spot.  You blinked up to find that his eyes were closed.  “It’s probably not a good idea for me to be here right now," he bit out, reluctantly.

But he didn’t move, and you curled your thumbs into his belt loops to catch him if he tried.  He rolled his forehead back and forth across yours, making your noses brush while the pads of his fingers applied more pressure.  

“Have you ever—” you trailed off, words catching in your throat as his hand breach the elastic of your bottoms.  “---done this while someone was on their—-”

Eddie paused with his fingers on the skin of your lower belly, making their way down.  He pulled his head back to get a read on your facial expression, but you were one of the few people in the world that was a mystery to him.  “I’ve never had the pleasure.”

“Won’t it be…messy?” 

“I like messy,” and then he chomped his teeth, biting the air between the two of you, before moving in to find your lips again, cupping the side of your face with his hand.  His mouth did not close in on yours fully, but the tip of his tongue came out to catch your top lip.

You were up against the kitchen counter now, and you latched onto Eddie’s strong arm, encouraging his hand further down.  You gave a muffled cry into his mouth when the pads of his fingers found the wetness seeping through your underwear.

It was too wet to be pure arousal, and just then the coppery tang scent hit the air, making Eddie suck in a sharp breath.  “Blood from the uterus lining is some of the sweetest there is,” he growled the words, bypassing your underwear so that he could dip a finger down through your folds, rings clicking together.  You pulled down on his arm like a lever until one of his fingers was sinking inside of  you, making you gasp. Your walls clenched him, and you begged for another finger, “more,” so he obliged.  

“The way you’re gripping around me—fuck,” Eddie said against your lips. 

Your knees trembled as he fucked his fingers in you a few times, twisting them, curling them in deep, and then he started to pull out, slowly.

His eyes were pure black when his lids flicked open; tips of his fangs peeking out from between parted lips. 

He brought his fingers up into view, and they were glistening with your crimson gift, dripping down his knuckles, and he admired the sight.  You wondered what he would do, at first, but then you watched those digits disappear deep into his mouth, lips sealing around them at the base.

He swallowed a few times, and then sucked each one individually, cleaning up the drips on his hand with a greedy, quick tongue. When he was done, there were signs of his feast in the corners of his mouth, and in the shadowy flicker from the candle flame, it looked like he’d just devoured something smothered in barbeque sauce.   

“You taste so good,” he breathed, forehead on yours again, his hands making fists in the material of your sweats, arm muscles tense, using all of his willpower not to rip them from your body. His tongue lashed out, tip beckoning in little curls, and you met the need with your own, tasting yourself on him.

It didn’t take long for you to be on the sofa in the living room with your sweats off and Eddie kneeling between your spread legs; a multitude of scars from ankles to hips on full display.  He looked up at you first, eyes a pure, marble black, and you nodded, scooting hips forward so he could push your legs further apart.  

A bit of tinted drool shone at the edge of his chin as his mouth found the mound of your arousal over your underwear, licking and sucking over the fabric, tasting you, nipping with his teeth.  His tongue flattened out and dragged long and hard up your slit, making you cry out under your breath.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, sucking your bottom lip in through your teeth.  Your pussy was literally aching for him, throbbing under the weight of his licks.

You had a hungry vampire between your legs, and he could snap your leg off at the hip like a twig if he wanted to. He could bite down on your femoral artery and drain you without breaking a sweat. 

Your menstrual juices were painting his chin when he sat back to pull your underwear off and get rid of the final barrier, staring up at you as he did so.  You sat forward, and he thought maybe you were going to push him off, but you held his head with both of your hands, guiding him in.  “I want to cum in your mouth.”

His head lowered without pause, with the tremble of a grin on his soft lips, and he kissed your cunt first before you felt his tongue sink into your hole. Low moans were coming from deep in his chest as he fed, taking generous swallows.  You rocked your hips up against his face and held his head there, whining when he moved his mouth up to roll his tongue in circles over your clit.  

“Oh god, Eddie, oh fuck,” you shuddered.  

He’d been starving for you for so long, not only for your blood, but for your scent, your pheromones, your taste. He wanted to kiss you from the inside out, he wanted to swallow you whole again and again, and still have you left over. He wanted you to know his secrets, to see the darkness in him and not be afraid.

You pushed his mouth off of you, for a second, to find that he was panting and pussy drunk, and you could see your reflection in his two black pools.  You ran your thumb down his lips, catching the mess, and then pushed the thumb into his mouth, and he moaned, closing his eyes to suck it clean, one sharp fang dragging along your flesh.  

You locked eyes with him, jaw going slack, and he dropped back down again to draw a few deliberate licks through your folds, fingers digging into your thighs.  

With a gust of determination, he decided to switch the position. Eddie went to his back, flat on the ground, and pulled you with him so that you were on your knees above his head, straddling his shoulders.  

Staring up at your pussy, he buried two of his fingers into you again and muttered, “god, you’re so fucking beautiful open wide for me like this.” He watched your hole spread out as a drip of blood rolled down his palm. 

“Sit down,” he murmured, removing his fingers so that you whimpered, clenching on nothing. “Sit all the way down, pull all your weight on me, sweetheart.”

He coaxed you where he wanted you, his strong hands firm at your hips.  You went down until you could feel his nose nestled at your clit and then his tongue darted inside of you with supernatural force.  He fed on you for a few seconds, and then he was sucking at your bundle of nerves again, humming as he did so.

“Eddie! That’s—I’m so close,” you rolled your hips and grabbed some of his hair in your fist, making him mumble with pleasure.  You braced your other hand on the ground at his shoulder to anchor yourself, even though you knew he had the strength to hold you.  You were all but suffocating him now, bucking against his face.

 Eddie could feel your sweet bud under his tongue get hard and he knew you were close.  His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking arousal in his jeans.  

“I’m gonna cum…fuck, I’m cumming!” It was then that the velvet walls began to crash around you, and your hole rippled at his chin.  You arched back and released into his mouth, losing control.  Between the cum and the blood, you felt like he owned a part of you know—you’d given him a potent cocktail that no one else would ever know the pleasure of.

He didn’t want anyone else to know the pleasure of it.

He let out a sound that was part man, part beast, and pulled the cheeks of your ass apart so that he could retrieve every drop from your slit, slurping as he did so. He drank while you came back to earth, trembling, moving your core back and forth over his face.

You went to crawl off, to move away and give him some air, but he locked you in place.  “I’m not done,” his voice was muffled.  You giggled at the sound of his lips smacking, but then you quivered at the way he continued to lap at your slit .

Once his grip loosened, you moved to get off of him completely, but he coaxed you back to sit on his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.  

When he lifted his head up, his chocolate eyes were human again, his pale skin smeared with blood; down his chin, across his cheeks, even the tip of his nose.  He bit down on his bottom lip and sucked it through to catch some of the excess, giving a contented sigh.

You reached behind you to feel the outline of his cock straining in his denim. 

“Yeah?” He asked, searching your face as he moved to undo his belt buckle.  “You want that?”

You nodded, at a loss for words at what was happening. Once you heard his jeans unzip, you sent your hand down to breach the elastic of his boxers, salivating when you found the wet tip.  “Can I?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie reach down over your legs to push his jeans down further, releasing the thick, hard length. “You don’t even have to ask.”

He lifted his head to watch  you line his cock up with your dripping hole, and when you began to ease down, your warm, wet walls contracted around the head and Eddie hissed.  Your mouth opened as you sank, needing the way he stretched you out to the point that it was almost painful.  

You gasped as you bottomed out, meeting his hooded gaze.

“You know, you can have this whenever you want,” he breathed. “This is all yours.”

“All mine? No one else’s?” You were riding him now, teasing him at the tip with a few muscle clenches before dropping all the way down again.

You lowered your torso so that your bodies were pressed together and Eddie bucked up into you deep and slow a few times. 

Your lips were an inch or two away from his, and you watched his eyes go black again as another hunger seized him.  “Tell me,” you pushed. “Tell me that you belong to me now,” you purred.

Somehow, you could feel another orgasm mounting when the smell of your blood on his lips crowded your senses.

He slotted one hand at your jaw, thumb cradling your ear, and with the other, he coaxed your hips down to take him deeper, and his thrusts snapped up to meet you.

“I’ve always been yours,” he whispered it around a hard swallow, just before your mouth came crashing down, tasting yourself on him, wanting to inhale his words so they could feed you in a different way.  There were tears building for some reason, and you blinked your eyes open to meet his gaze, to see if he was emotional too.

And then, you woke up.

It took you a full minute to adjust to the harsh, unwelcome morning light as you became aware of the full sun exposure of your bedroom. 

You coughed a few times, feeling the wind get literally knocked out of you when you realized the truth of the situation.

You’d had too many vampire Eddie sex dreams to count at that point, ever since you’d ingested his blood that night after you were attacked, but this one in particular left your heart heavy and your pussy aching.  

Normally, you’d have to reach for your vibrator to finish yourself off when you woke up from the throes of one of those wet dreams, but this time, you only felt sad, and the desire for pleasure was gone as soon as you adjusted to reality.  

You hadn’t fallen asleep in front of the tv, Eddie had never come knocking, and the two of you had never so much as kissed.  You also had not caught a glimpse of him in over a week, since he’d taken you to visit Sacrament, the vampire bar in The Upside Down.  You’d seen a different car at his place a few times, probably just popping in to take care of his cat, but other than that—nothing. 

You wondered where he went at night, and you wondered if he ever thought of you.  

In real life, you wanted nothing to do with him, but these vampire-blood induced dreams were really starting to mess with the integrity of your resolve. 

Also, you realized that you’d just started your period.

You stood wearily from your bedside and carried the remnants of a familiar disappointment with you to the bathroom, and then the kitchen, angling for some coffee to make it better.  You poured water into the Brewmaster you found at a thrift store and flipped it on to percolate while you went to water your one plant in the window. 

Your eyes lifted groggily to look outside as you hydrated your potted friend and noticed that Eddie’s GTO was parked out front of his place.  The blackout curtains to his trailer were all pulled shut so tight, you couldn’t get a glimpse inside, so at least you knew he was home.

Suddenly, you were flooded with a sexually frustrated irritation that made you curse his name into the void.

Part 7

[lemoncrushh]

Kiss Me Deadly

SUMMARY: The annual Halloween party at the local pub has Y/N excited when she decides to invite her boss at the University, Mr. Styles. But she soon begins to second guess her decision when Harry starts acting odd. Is Harry Styles really who she thinks he is? Will this Halloween be a fantasy come true…or the kiss of death?

WARNINGS: mentions of blood (I mean, it's a vampire fic lol), smut (oral - female receiving).

WORD COUNT: 6.4k

A/N: Happy Halloween! Sorry for the delay of this story. I had hoped to get it out last week, but I had some weird life-altering things happen that have occupied my mind. Hope you enjoy. FEEDBACK IS LOVE.

Harry removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting the large book on his desk. Rising from his chair, he called out to his assistant.

“Time to lock up, Y/N. I wanna get out of here before eight o’clock.”

“No problem, Mr. Styles,” she said, closing her own book in front of her.

Pursing his lips, Harry shook his head. Y/N knew what the look was for. For weeks now he’d been insisting she call him by his first name. But being his assistant, it felt odd to her, unnatural.

Not to mention the horrible crush she had on him. Truth be told, Y/N had a massive crush on him long before she ever took the position as his assistant. But up until then, he’d only been Mr. Styles to her, the attractive English TA with a British accent.

When Mr. Styles and Dr. Osborne had initially told Y/N about the position and that she’d be perfect for it, she’d been completely surprised. Teacher’s Assistants didn’t usually have their own assistants. But the university had a large English department, and Dr. Osborne insisted that more help was needed. Therefore, Y/N had been spending Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings this semester assisting Mr. Styles, and in turn, assisting Dr. Osborne.

“How many times is that now?” asked Harry, sliding his glasses back onto his face.

“Times?”

“Times I’ve told you to just call me Harry,” he commented with a frown. “Mr. Styles makes me feel so old.”

Y/N chuckled, “You’re not old.”

“‘Course not. I’ve barely got a few years on you.”

Trying not to blush, Y/N took the stack of books in her arms and turned toward the shelves to put them away.

“So why are you closing up early tonight? Hot date?” she joked.

Y/N heard Harry snort before she turned around and saw the strange look on his face. Embarrassment? Had she pried where she shouldn’t have?

“Not exactly.”

“Oh.”

“I have plans…but I wouldn’t exactly call it a date,” he added.

“Ah. I see.” Although she didn’t.

Y/N didn’t know much about Harry Styles outside of his job at the university. She always wondered who or what he went home to every night. Didn’t know if he had any social life, anything about his likes or dislikes that weren’t English related. He seemed to keep to himself, and Y/N respected that. But it didn’t mean she didn’t fantasize sometimes…

“Y/N,” she heard him say, breaking her from her reverie.

“Oh, um, yes?”

Harry chuckled. “Wow, you were zoned out. I asked if you were ready to go. I’ll walk you out.”

“Oh. Yeah!” Y/N stammered. “Hang on, just have two more books to put away.”

Shelving the last book in her hands, Y/N grabbed the two on her table and quickly put them in their places. Walking past Harry to the coat rack, she grabbed her jacket, getting a whiff of his delicious cologne. Y/N wasn’t sure what it was, and was always afraid to ask him. But every single day he smelled divine. Nothing like the boys in college.

“Ready,” she announced, slipping her arms into her sleeves and grabbing her shoulder bag.

Y/N followed Harry down the steps to the entrance of the English building. Spotting her friend Lauren across the pavement coming out of the library, she waved and called her name.

“Have a good night, Mr. Styles,” Y/N paused, “I mean, Harry.”

She caught the twitch of his lips underneath the dim campus light before he said, “You too, Y/N.”

“That guy you work with is so hot,” remarked Lauren after she and Y/N had both ordered drinks at their favorite local pub.

“Who?” Y/N asked, accepting her beer from the bartender, “Harry?”

“You call him Harry?”

“He asked me to,” she said. “But I still call him Mr. Styles.”

“Jesus, that’s even hotter!”

Y/N laughed, nearly knocking over her glass. “Well, you’re not wrong. He is hot. But he’s very reserved.”

“Ooh the nerdy, quiet type! I like! Maybe you need to pull him out of his shell.”

“I dunno,” Y/N smirked with a shrug.

“C’mon. I bet you’re just the girl to do it,” Lauren insisted.

“And how do I do that, pray tell?”

“Ask him out!”

“I can’t just ask out my boss! There has to be rules against that sort of thing, right?”

“Hmmm,” Lauren nodded, taking a sip from her own beer. “Maybe casually suggest something. Like coffee, or a drink after work. In a social gathering type place, like here. Oh my God!”

“What?”

“The Halloween party! He probably knows about it - he might even already have plans on coming!” squealed Lauren.

“I doubt it,” Y/N shook her head.

“You never know. It’s mostly a school event anyway. You don’t even have to ask him out on a date, just tell him you’ll be there and he should come.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Y/N muttered, chewing her lip.

“I know! I have brilliant ideas,” Lauren declared.

Despite the unusually warm night, Harry could see his breath in front of him, instantly dissipating into the air. He pulled the collar up on his black coat as he continued down the pavement. Stopping at the corner of the pub, he could hear the music and chatter from inside. But there was only one voice he wanted to hear. Only one person whose blood he could already hear pulsing through his eardrums.

The smell was intoxicating - her smell. His mouth began to water as he peeked through the blinds of the old family pub. He found her quickly, sat at the bar with that friend of hers, the one who’d ruined his plan.

He had hoped to follow Y/N home after leaving the English building. Watch her climb the steps to her flat and let herself in. He’d done it a few times before, but he wouldn’t call it stalking. He just enjoyed her aroma, the rushing of her blood through her veins. Then when he was sure she was home safely, he’d turn around and walk home.

This particular night, however, he had thought perhaps he’d get the courage to walk up to her. Maybe act as if it was a coincidence that he was in her part of town. He’d even conjured up a lie, saying his plans for the evening had gotten canceled, if she seemed happy to see him. Then he’d ask her to join him for a drink. A glass of wine perhaps. But not at this noisy pub, no. Somewhere secluded, more…romantic.

Blasted Lauren, or whatever her name was. He reckoned he’d have to wait for another night. But…time was running out…

Lauren and Y/N called it a night after only two beers. Y/N was tired and Lauren had an early shift at the shop where she worked. After giving her friend a farewell hug, Y/N crossed the street and headed for home. She noticed a bit of a fog, thinking it suitable for this time of year. Halloween was only a few days away. She hadn’t originally planned on going to the party at the pub, seeing as Lauren had a date and she didn’t want to be the third wheel. But now the prospect of asking Harry had made her change her mind.

Making a list of possible last-minute costumes in her head, she suddenly heard something behind her. Turning her head, however, she saw nothing but empty pavement. Continuing on her way, she’d almost reached her building when she heard something again. This time, she turned swifty, seeing only a cloud of pillowy smoke. Thinking it odd for the fog to circulate in that manner, she felt a chill run down her spine. Her eyes shifted from side to side as her body stood frozen.

“Hello?” she called out meekly.

When she got no response, she slowly turned back around, only to run into a tall frame of a man. She nearly screamed when two hands grabbed her shoulders, but her words stalled when she looked up into a pair of familiar green eyes.

“Oh! Mr. Sty- Harry,” she breathed. “What…what are you doing here?”

“I’m terribly sorry, Y/N,” he said, squeezing her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Still trembling, her heart beating loudly, Y/N blinked and nodded. “It’s…it’s okay. I thought someone was following me.”

“Oh, well now I do feel terrible.”

“No,” she swallowed, placing a hand over her chest. “Don’t, really. I was probably just paranoid. What with the fog and all.”

“Ah, yes. It is quite a foggy night, isn’t it?” Harry gazed around.

That was when Y/N noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. She chuckled nervously as she felt Harry’s hands leave her arms.

“So what are you doing here?” she asked, bracing herself to hear Harry reveal details of his evening.

“Well, I…” he echoed the nervous chuckle, scratching his forehead. “It’s rather embarrassing actually. My plans got canceled.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that,” Y/N remarked.

“I’m not,” Harry grinned.

Y/N felt the blood rush through her veins at the way he smiled at her. She’d seen him smile many times, but this was different. It was as though a sudden spark had ignited behind his eyes.

“I know there’s a popular pub nearby,” he added. “Fancy a drink?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. Was he seriously asking her? Now?

“Well, I…” she muttered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I um…actually just came from there. Had some drinks with a friend.”

Harry caught himself before saying, “Oh, right.” Don’t be daft, Harry. She can’t know. Not yet. Instead, he cleared his throat. “I see.”

God, you’re a moron, Y/N scolded herself. He’s asking you out and you’re saying no?

“But you know…” Y/N quickly thought on her feet, “I may have a bottle of wine at my place. It’s just up there.”

“Really?” Harry cocked a brow as he turned his head in the direction she pointed.

“Sure. That is, if you’d like to come up.”

Would I? “Um, yeah, that sounds…great,” Harry nodded.

Y/N tried to conceal her delight, giving only a casual grin as she turned toward her building. She could feel Harry’s presence behind her, his shadow taller than hers underneath the streetlamp. It made her feel safe, but at the same time a tiny bit apprehensive. She had never invited Harry - nor anyone from the university for that matter - up to her apartment. She didn’t even think he knew where she lived. And yet…here he was. Just when she’d been thinking of him.

When she reached her front door, she scrambled for her keys, dropping them on the ground.

“Shit,” she cursed, but before she could bend down to retrieve them, another hand held them out in front of her.

“Oh. Thanks,” she whispered, her eyes meeting Harry’s who was already standing beside her, his body so close that she almost gasped.

“You’re welcome.”

Y/N didn’t miss the way his tone was so incredibly low, she felt it vibrate in her chest. She also didn’t miss the way his gaze didn’t leave her face, even when she inserted the key in the door.

“I really need to use the restroom,” she announced as soon as they were inside. “I’m so sorry. That beer I had earlier went right through me.”

“No worries,” Harry chuckled.

“Have a seat,” Y/N gestured with a smile. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she had shut the bathroom door, Harry slipped out of his coat, placing it on the armrest of a nearby chair. He then walked casually around the room, inspecting knick knacks and books on the shelves. Spotting a photo in a frame, he picked it up, Y/N’s smile gazing back at him as he felt a sudden rush. As though he’d been shocked with electricity, he quickly set it back on the shelf.

“Sorry about that!” he heard Y/N sing behind him.

He turned with a smile. Somehow in the few seconds she was gone, she had managed to make herself look even more…inviting. She wore an oversized jumper with the University logo on it and a pair of plaid flannel pajama pants. She couldn’t have looked cuter if she had been dolled up for a night out. But as she stepped closer to him, Harry got a massive whiff of her aroma and nearly stumbled backwards.

“So…wine!” she pointed at Harry with a giggle before turning for the kitchen.

“You know,” Harry swallowed, “we could take a raincheck if you like. I know you’re probably tired and…” His words stalled when he saw the disappointed look on her face.

“I just don’t want to put you out,” he finished.

“Oh, you’re not!” Y/N insisted. Then she reached for glasses in the cupboard, softly adding, “I’m actually glad you’re here.”

“You are?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, sucking in her lips. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Really?” Harry raised a brow.

Y/N felt the color rise on her face as she poured the wine. “I assume you’ve heard of the Halloween party?”

“I have. It’s at that pub, right?”

“Right. Are you going?” Y/N hesitantly handed Harry a glass.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a sip before making eye contact. “Um, hadn’t really thought about it, honestly.”

“Oh.”

“Why? Are you going?”

Y/N sighed as she leaned against the counter. “I wasn’t planning on it, but…my friend Lauren’s going, and her boyfriend Josh. A couple other people I know said they probably will…so…”

“You don’t have a date?”

Y/N stood up straight, her eyes wide. “Oh, it wouldn’t have to be like a date or anything,” she explained hastily. “Just…you know…thought you might like to go.”

“Ah,” a smirk grew on Harry’s handsome face. Damn it.

“I mean, I’ve never really seen you outside of school other than tonight, and…you totally don’t have to-”

“I’d love to,” he interrupted.

A loud exasperated breath blew from between Y/N’s lips. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Harry continued grinning as he walked around the kitchen counter to stand next to Y/N. “I like Halloween. And I like you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as Harry came closer, his last words hanging in the air. She was almost unsure if she’d heard him correctly. But when he lifted his wine glass to his lips, took a sip and lowered it revealing another smirk, she knew she had.

“You-you do?”

“Of course. I thought I’d made that pretty clear, no?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “actually.”

“Shit. I must be terrible at this then.”

Y/N giggled, covering her mouth. “No. I’m horrible at reading signals, I think.”

Harry’s smirk grew into a wide smile. “Well, I reckon that’s out there now. Cheers.”

“Cheers,” Y/N echoed, lifting her glass. When she lowered it, she looked at Harry. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without your glasses.”

“Yeah? Well, I…” he patted his chest, “have them in my pocket. I only really need them for reading.”

“Oh.”

“Of which we do a lot,” he added, wiggling his brows.

“Yeah,” Y/N chuckled through a sigh. “Well, you look nice. But you look nice with them, too.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N gestured toward the couch, and Harry followed, taking a seat next to her. As soon as he sat down, however, he got another intoxicating whiff of her aroma. He could tell she was nervous, her heart pumping fast. Closing his eyes, Harry took a moment to get his bearings.

No, not yet, he thought to himself. It’s not time yet.

“This is pretty good wine,” he heard Y/N say. Opening his eyes, he saw her gazing into her glass. “I’m not an expert, but I saw it at the liquor store and the guy there said it was good.”

“It’s delicious,” Harry agreed. “You made a good choice.”

“I have to watch myself though,” Y/N giggled, sitting back on the sofa. “I could easily get drunk on this.”

“Yeah?” Harry smirked.

“Mmm,” Y/N nodded as she took another sip. “I can already see myself going there, and I haven’t even finished one glass.”

Harry chuckled as he took his own sip, a rather larger one than hers. Then setting his empty glass on the coffee table, he scooted closer to Y/N. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, hear her pulse beating in his ears.

He watched her face as he reached for her wine glass and set it down next to his. Her beautiful, pouty lips matched the crimson shade of the wine, and his urge to taste them amplified. Lifting his hand, he ran his thumb across her bottom lip until she delicately opened her mouth, inviting his thumb to graze her tongue.

The contact nearly had him on his knees, his desire more than he could bear. Running his tongue along his teeth, he could feel his fangs emerging. He had to taste her. Now.

Now! Or get out!

The voice inside was getting louder. So much that he almost didn’t have the nerve to stop it. So he did the only thing he could do. The only thing that could possibly be done in that moment if he didn’t want to expose the truth.

No, not yet!

Snapping his hand back, Harry quickly rose from the sofa.

“I…I should go,” he said, his throat dry and harsh.

“Oh!” Y/N gasped as she looked up at him, ashamed and bewildered. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be,” Harry shook his head and grabbed his coat. “You did nothing. You’re…you’re enchanting. I just…I have to go. We’ll do this another time, yeah?”

“Okay.”

Y/N followed Harry to the door where he paused for only a moment to look back. She noticed his eyes were glassy, almost clear, bright. She took a step back, astonished.

“I’ll um…see you Monday,” Harry said, lowering his gaze. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Before she could reply, he was gone, like a cloud of smoke in the night. With a sigh, Y/N shut the door.

What had she done wrong?

Monday afternoon was going by slowly. Y/N looked at the clock. It was barely after five. Harry hadn’t uttered a word about what had happened Friday night. In fact, he was being his old self, very cordial and professional. It was driving Y/N crazy. She snuck a look in his direction as he concentrated on his laptop.

Fuck, Y/N sighed to herself. He’s so sexy with those glasses. And the sweater vest? Kill me now!

Harry suddenly looked up from his computer, his eyes locking with hers as if he had heard her thoughts. His lips began to do that little twitch again as Y/N dropped her pen, an obtrusive clattering sound when it hit the floor.

“What?” Harry finally asked with a smirk.

“Um, nothing,” Y/N scrambled, reaching down for her pen.

God, just ask him! Y/N screamed inwardly. What are you waiting for?

Sitting up at her desk, she noticed Harry had resumed his work, typing on his keyboard. With a sigh, Y/N clicked her pen as she tried to concentrate on something else. Something other than the taste of his stupid thumb on her bottom lip and the way his eyes had gone bright as he’d looked into her soul.

Suddenly, Harry chuckled. The sound was low at first, and Y/N wondered if he was reading something humorous on his laptop. But then the sound grew, and he turned his head to look at her.

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked again.

“What do you mean?” she stared, startled.

“You’re clicking that pen like a mad woman. Something’s up.”

Sitting up straight, Y/N slapped the pen down on the desk. “Sorry. I was just…wondering if you’re okay.”

“Me? I’m not the one acting crazy,” Harry joked.

“I mean…after Friday…”

“Oh…” Harry sighed, sitting back in his chair. Then removing his glasses, he rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, about that, I-”

“It’s okay,” Y/N interrupted, clearing her throat. Though she’d asked the question, she wasn’t sure if she was prepared for an answer. At least not the answer she figured she was about to get. “That was probably a mistake. Mr. Styles.”

“Y/N, no,” he shook his head. Then rising from his chair, he walked toward her, stopping at her desk. “Don’t think that. I just…”

His words trailed off as he surprised Y/N by perching himself on the corner of her desk.

“I like you, Y/N,” he confirmed. “I wasn’t lying about that, and it wasn’t the wine. I just feel the need to…take things slow with you.”

Y/N smiled softly. “I understand.”

“I shouldn’t have run off like that though; that was unfair to you. And I apologize.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Good,” Harry beamed. “So we’re still on for tomorrow?”

“Mhm,” Y/N nodded, biting her lip. “I hope so.”

“Brilliant. I’ll meet you there, yeah?”

Before Y/N could nod again, Harry leaned forward and pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Then he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“That’s to make up for Friday,” he remarked, his mouth only a whisper away from hers.

“Oh.” Y/N could barely breathe.

“Your lips are delicious. Like that wine.”

Pressing another kiss to her mouth, Harry let out a low, deep groan. Y/N’s chest shook as she was finally able to inhale. When he backed away, she opened her eyes to see his were still closed. She watched as he swallowed hard, his jaw set.

“Harry…” she managed to squeak.

He opened his eyes slowly, and that’s when she noticed. Instead of the glowing crystal shade they had been Friday, they were a deep, dark shade of midnight. Startled once again, she hastily scooted back, her chair scraping against the floor.

“Y/N,” he croaked, slowly blinking. “Please don’t be frightened of me.”

“Your-your eyes!” she gasped. “They k-keep changing.”

“Oh,” Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. They do that sometimes. When I get…excited.”

“Excited?”

“Nothing to worry about, darling,” he reassured her, rising from the desk. “I’m sort of a…freak of nature.”

Y/N could detect the humorous tone in his words. But still, she remained in her seat, a bit frazzled.

“C’mere,” he said, holding out his hand.

Y/N took it hesitantly, allowing Harry to pull her to her feet. Lifting a hand, he lightly brushed her hair from her shoulder. Then she felt him touch her neck, his large hand gliding across it.

“So lovely,” he cooed, his voice just above a whisper. “Delicate, like a China doll.”

When he pulled her closer, she could feel his breath on her cheek. Then he nibbled at her jaw, sending a wave of desire down to her core.

Holy fuck, what is happening?

She gasped when his tongue met her skin, his other hand gripping her waist. She dug her nails into the front of his sweater, not sure how or where to hold on. As he began to suck on her delicate flesh just beneath her ear, she cried out in pleasure.

“Harry…”

Almost instantaneously, Harry pushed her back against the bookshelves. The thud caused a couple of books to fall off and onto the floor, but Harry continued with his seduction. Y/N lifted her leg, wrapping it around Harry’s in order to feel the friction she now so needed. Running her hands through his hair, she heard him growl in her ear.

“Y/N…I need you.”

“Me too,” she gasped.

When she pulled him even closer, tugging on the waistband of his trousers, however, Harry froze. Then he let out a guttural cry, like a wounded animal.

“Aaauuuuggggghhhhhh!” he screamed. “No!”

Pushing himself away from the bookshelf, he stood before Y/N as she remained still, her eyes wide. Harry appeared to be shaking, as though he was willing himself not to go further.

“Harry?” Y/N whispered.

His eyes shut tight, Harry shook his head. Then gritting his teeth, he motioned toward the door. “Go.”

“What?” Y/N asked incredulously.

“Goooo!” Harry shouted.

“Harry, what’s wrong?”

Folded over at his waist, Harry looked like he was trying to catch his breath. Her fear magnified, thinking something was terribly wrong. Y/N stepped forward, reaching for him.

“No!” he cried.

“Harry, you’re scaring me…”

“Just go. Please. You’re dismissed.”

Quickly, Y/N grabbed her jacket and bag and ran for the door. Turning back, she saw Harry, his back to her as he gripped the edge of the bookshelf. She didn’t dare run back to him, though deep inside she wanted to. She was afraid, not for her own safety…but for his.

Y/N stepped out of the English building into the cool evening air. The sun was just beginning to descend. Before making her way to the parking lot, she looked up at the building, to the window she knew was occupied by Dr. Osborne’s department. She saw no sign of Harry. In fact, the lights had been turned off.

Crossing the street, she felt a cold chill down to her bones. What had just happened? Was Harry ill? Or was he really a ‘freak of nature’ like he’d said? Perhaps he was not the sweet, nerdy guy she’d pinned him to be. Maybe he had some serious demons. Though she felt concerned for him, she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

Harry watched her through the pub window again. She was dressed as an angel, of all things. This was too easy, too perfect.

But he might as well have had his eyes closed. He could hear her blood pumping through the glass. Her pulse was so loud, he could barely contain his excitement.

This was it. This would be the night.

“So you’re sure he’s not coming?” asked Lauren as they sat at the bar.

Y/N wasn’t going to show up herself, but she’d already put together an angel costume that she didn’t want to see go to waste.

“I mean, would you?” Y/N raised a brow.

She’d told her friend about the two episodes with Harry, and how both times he’d backed off. She didn’t go into details, though. Nothing about the eye color changing, or how he’d told her to leave. Some things were better left unsaid.

Lauren shrugged. “You never know. He might still show up.”

Josh returned from playing darts with his friends, declaring a new round of drinks was required.

“I think I might sit this one out,” remarked Y/N.

“No, girl, c’mon!” whined Lauren. “We’re here to have fun tonight. No matter what.”

“Okay, fine,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Two kamikazes over here!” her friend called out.

When Lauren swiveled around on her stool, Y/N caught the look of awe on her face. Then with a grin, she poked Y/N in the arm. Turning around, she spotted Harry entering the pub, dressed in black from head to toe.

“Yes, Daddy!” Lauren remarked under her breath.

“Harry!” exclaimed Y/N. “You came!”

“I told you I would,” he declared, stepping forward. “And I intend to keep my promises.”

“Look at you, man,” remarked Josh. “Great vampire costume.”

Harry looked down at his coat. He knew his fangs weren’t showing. Not yet. He checked his nails to be sure. Nope, clean and short. Raising his head, he heard Josh cackle.

“I mean, it’s subtle. But the eyeliner and clear eyes are effective.”

Ah. So it was the eyes. He couldn’t help that much. They had been glowing since he’d smelled Y/N’s blood. He’d let the lad think he was wearing makeup. It was Halloween after all.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” said Y/N, her sweet voice ringing out like the angel that she was.

Harry’s lips curled up in a smile. “Me too. Brilliant costume.”

The sound of Lauren clearing her throat cut through the moment before she handed Y/N her cocktail.

“What are you having, Mr. Styles?” she teased, giving Y/N a wink.

“Harry, please,” he insisted. “A glass of merlot would be divine.”

“Divine? Oooh, listen to this scholar!”

Y/N made a face, then turned back to Harry.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show up. After yesterday.”

“Yeah, I need to talk to you about that,” he said, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. “But later, okay? In private?”

“Okay.”

After Harry received his merlot, everyone made a toast. As soon as “Thriller” began to play, Lauren cheered, pulling Josh off his stool to dance with her.

“They had a head start,” Y/N commented with a giggle.

“No, I’m late, and I apologize. But I can catch up,” Harry winked.

The evening progressed, the foursome sharing laughs and cocktails. Some other people from the university recognized Harry and came over to say hello. As the clock ticked on, however, Harry knew his time was getting limited.

“I need to talk to you now,” he told Y/N. “Walk with me?”

“Oh. Okay,” she slipped down from her stool and announced her departure to her friends.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lauren teased before waving goodbye.

“Are you okay to walk?” Harry asked once they were outside.

“I think so,” she smirked. “You may need to carry me.”

“I could probably manage that,” Harry chuckled.

The cool night air seemed to help, however, and by the time they rounded the corner of the pub, the couple was holding hands.

“I had a great time,” declared Y/N. “I’m so glad you came.”

“Me too.”

“So what did you want to tell me?”

“First, I wanna show you something.”

Harry squeezed her hand, guiding her to the left behind the pub. Y/N chuckled to herself as she heard the beat of “Time Warp”, the volume getting lower before she and Harry came to the local park.

Harry gestured toward a bench, taking a seat next to her. Y/N wrapped her arms around herself.

“Are you cold?” asked Harry.

“A little. I didn’t bother with a coat because…you know, wings.”

“You’ll be much warmer soon,” he commented.

Y/N turned to give Harry a look but noticed his eyes were focused on the sky.

“What is it?” Y/N inquired.

“Just looking at the moon,” Harry replied. “It’s mystifying, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…I guess.”

Harry could feel his eyes changing already, his teeth sharpening in his mouth. Running his tongue across them, he swallowed hard.

“Do you ever wonder if you’re destined to be something else?” he suddenly asked.

“Um…yeah,” Y/N blinked. “All the time.”

“What would you do if you were immortal?”

Harry turned his head then, and Y/N noticed his eyes were dark, like they had been in the English office. She instantly scooted back on the bench, nearly falling off.

“Please don’t be frightened, my angel. I mean no harm to you.”

“Harry, what’s….what’s going on?” she croaked, her own eyes unable to tear away from his.

Harry reached his hand out, his nails now long with pointed ends. Y/N gasped, her mouth wide open.

“Let me show you, Y/N,” he coaxed, grabbing her hand. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, my love. It’s our destiny.”

Before Y/N could reply, Harry’s mouth covered hers in a deep kiss. He could feel her struggle to break free for just a split second before she melted into the kiss with him. Cradling the back of her head, he deepened the kiss further, his tongue wrestling with hers. He felt her moan against him, and that pleased him.

She grabbed hold of the lapels on his coat, pulling him closer. Wrapping his other arm around her waist, he held her tight as his mouth continued to devour hers. He heard her start to whimper, and he couldn’t help but chuckle low. His angel. She needed him.

Y/N gasped as Harry’s mouth moved to her neck. She felt him nibble along the delicate flesh, her senses reeling. Suddenly, he groaned in her ear, his voice deep.

“It’s time, my angel.”

Time? Time for what?

Before the words could escape her lips, she felt a sharp sting followed by the most blissful, orgasmic sensation she’d ever experienced. The blood in her veins seemed to rush so rapidly, and so loudly that she could hear it, like waves crashing in her ears. She threw her head back as Harry held onto her, his mouth never leaving her neck.

She thought she called out in ecstasy, though she was unsure if it was only in her mind. She grasped at Harry’s arms, needing to feel him, to hold him for fear of falling.

The pleasure began to heighten even more, Y/N’s nails digging into Harry’s coat until she was suddenly cloaked in darkness, as though the world had gone black. 

“Y/N…”

She heard the soft, low coo before she opened her eyes.

“Wake up, angel,” he said.

“Harry…” she whispered, her throat dry. “What…?”

Feeling her tremble, he pulled her close. “Shh, baby. Everything’s okay now. I’m right here.”

“Where are we?” she inquired, gazing around the dark room, filled with lit candles.

“My bed,” Harry grinned.

“Oh.”

And just like that, Y/N didn’t even question it. Being in Harry’s room, with him in his bed felt…natural. Almost like deja vu. Lush linens, the smell of plums and incense. Her warm, naked body next to his. It felt familiar. It was right.

Seeing that Y/N was now content, Harry smiled wide. Then sliding his hand up her side, he cupped her breast. Her eyelids fluttered as she let out a long moan.

“Ah, you’re ultra sensitive now, hmm?” Harry commented as he ran his thumb across her nipple.

“Harry…mmm…”

Rolling onto her side, she pulled him into a kiss, needing to feel him. She sucked on his tongue, grabbed his hard cock. She was hungry with lust.

“Easy, baby,” he panted. “We have all the time in the world.”

“But I need you now,” she explained with a pout.

With a raspy chuckle, Harry laid her back on the bed, hovering over her luscious body.

“I wanna taste you first,” he insisted.

Biting her lip, Y/N nodded. Yes, taste me.

His long body slithered down hers until he was facing her hips and thighs. Her scent permeated the sheets, and he found a moan rising from his throat.

My delicious angel.

Y/N let out a loud cackle when Harry lightly tickled her bare skin along her hips. Harry grinned, knowing her sensitivity was accelerated. But it was not just his touch that had her laughing. It was the mere awareness of everything. Being in the moment. The utter bliss and sexual desire was almost more than her senses could handle.

Harry could hardly contain his desire either. He needed to taste her, to feel her writhing underneath him. But he also wanted to take it slow.

He rutted his head against the inside of her legs, like a dog wanting to be petted. He felt her nails dig into his hair, grabbing his curls just before he began to nibble on her thigh. As her moans got louder, ringing in his ears and throughout the room, Harry wondered how long he could hold out - or better yet, how long she could hold out.

With wild abandon, he let himself be the freak of nature he claimed to be. He heard her squeal before her expletive.

“Holy shit, did you just bite me?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled low. “Did it hurt?”

“Actually…no. Do it again.”

With another grin, Harry ran his thumbs across her bare flesh along her inner thigh.

“I love your skin here,” he commented. “It’s so soft and supple.”

Then lowering his head again, he let his fangs graze down her leg and back up. He felt Y/N tremble beneath him, a small cry rising from her throat. Then very gently, he pressed a little harder, barely piercing the skin.

Y/N moaned in pleasure as Harry licked the area clean, tasting her sweet blood on his tongue. Then he moved his tongue to the task at hand - what he’d come for. Centering his mouth over her mound, he let out a cool breath, tickling her. She squirmed beneath him, her desire silent but apparent. She craved him just as much as he craved her. Then lifting her hips, he brought his tongue to her clit, giving it one quick flick before diving in.

If there was one thing Harry knew he was good at - other than his knowledge of English literature - it was eating pussy. And now that he was a creature of the night, he could do it for hours, for days. Of course, having a sweet angel like Y/N beneath him was all he needed now.

Y/N’s moans began to subside a bit, but Harry knew it was not because she wasn’t enjoying it. On the contrary. She was so enraptured by his talent, she could barely breathe.

Sweet little kitten. He almost felt sorry for her, but not really. He knew this was what she wanted, what she was destined for. He’d felt it the first time they’d met. Her wide-eyed stare when she thought he wasn’t looking. Her cute little shy giggles at every stupid joke he made. The intoxicating aroma of her blood rushing through her veins. And when she’d finally invited him up to her flat…

“Oh my God…” she panted, her nails digging into his head. “Oh!”

Harry hummed against her cunt, tasting her sweet juices. He knew she was close. He’d let her come this time. She needed it. Needed that release. Just this once. Next time he’d make her ride it out longer, because he knew she could.

As his lips took hold of her clit once more, sucking gently, Y/N gasped. Then crying his name, she gushed and came on his tongue, just like he’d wanted.

Her orgasm lasted longer than any she’d had before…not that she could recall even one in that moment. Her chest heaved with breaths as she tried to come down. She felt Harry’s body climb up before he laid down next to her.

“How do you feel, my angel?” Harry cooed.

With a deep, long sigh, Y/N gave a wide grin.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect,” she replied, fluttering her eyelids open to reveal her crystal clear eyes.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! xo

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[mytavruin]

Title: Sweet morning Dew

Word count: 922

Summary: Just some cute sibling banter.

DU Drow belongs to @meanbossart

Can be read on A03 if you prefer there as well.

Raine had gathered bread, cheese, meat and a waterskin of wine on a small plate. Early morning had brought on the sound of birds and dawn's sweeping mist. The vampires lay in their tents, trancing to avoid the sun’s rays. Yet, she and her bloodkin, a drow with no name, had taken to doing chores for the day. Raine crossed the gentle plains, morning dew soaking the ends of her pants.

Down by the river, her bloodkin was beating several articles of clothing clean. She nearly dropped the plate of food from how ridiculous the drow looked. His brow was furrowed in concentration, in fact he looked even more harrowed now than he did in battle yesterday. Raine trotted over to him, giving her bloodkin a small curtsey.

“I brought breakfast.”

He grunted an affirmative, but went back to beating the blood from the shirt. Each slap against the rocks sent droplets everywhere.

“Here, let me help.” Raine took the shirt while handing off the plate of food to the drow. He looked pensive at the food before taking the wine skin and drinking that.

Always like a man to drink first instead of eat, she mused. The cantrip was an easy one and the words so familiar they may as be a lullaby. In an instant the shirt was clean, dry and even smelled better.

“Is this Astarion’s?”

“Yes.”

“How sweet of you to take care of his clothes.”

“Thank you,” he took the shirt and gave back the plate of food, without the wine. “Can you fix the hole here?”

“Sadly, no. That's mending and I never got that far to learn that one.”

The drow grunted once more, before folding the shirt neatly and handing Raine a pair of soaked pants. She sighed, before casting prestidigitation once again, leaning the black leather pants clean and with a bit more shine to them.

“Thank you, sis—bloodkin.”

The mistake didn't go unnoticed to Raine's ears. She let the comment slide off her as she saw the Drow’s downcast eyes.

“Don't worry about it.” Raine took a bite of the breakfast she had made for the drow, seeing as he wasn't going to eat it. The elf sat down on the rocky shoreline as the Drow took out another shirt and began cleaning.

“You really need to pick up some soap. Hells, even salt will help you better.”

“I prefer this way.”

“Do you prefer it or is it the only way you know?” The statement got a cold dead stare, his golden eyes illuminated by the rising sun. He didn't answer, he simply went back to scrubbing the blood in the cold River water removing as many of the stains he could.

“Can I give you a name?”

“I don't need a name.”

“Well, I have to call you something, drow is getting old and we have two of you and it feels a tad…racist. Well, a lot racist.”

“I don't care. Elf.”

“Rude.” She tossed a piece of cheese at his head and it struck true, hitting him directly on his crown.

“Don’t your mother tell you not to waste food.”

“No, she died.”

“You killed her?”

“In the kitchen with a knife.” Raine grinned.

They both burst into laughter, a dark sense of humor only children of Bhaal could have.

“How about, Nolanim’aer?”

“No.”

“Yazyl’aghar?”

“No. I told you I don't need a name.”

“You're no fun.”

“How did you know such names?”

“I lived in Menozoberranzan for a long time. Honestly, I am probably more drow than you.” She paused, pressing her hand to her chin, “Durvayas?”

“No! You will drive me mad.” The drow tossed a wet shirt at Raine, who quickly cast prestidigitation, instantly drying the shirt and cleaning, removing the stains that were still left on the faded blue fabric. “Oh, how about elvish names? Nuvian?”

Groaning, the drow took the last piece of clothing he had and tossed it at the elf. The trousers were not wet, but dirty. She let the fabric hit her in the face, thinking it harmless, but Raine got a huge whiff of how absolutely funky the drow could be.

“Hells below, you are rancid!”

The drow laughed, and stepped from the river.

“I don't need a name bloodkin. Please drop it.”

A taunt pout formed on Raine’s lips, “Fine, oh nameless one.” She rolled her eyes.

“How old are you that you can act so childish?”

“75 more or less. I don't recall the early years, but that's what the clerics thought.”

“You are far too old to be acting as you do.”

“And you are far too young to be so uptight.”

The drow picked up the clean clothing and marched back to camp as Raine walked along beside him holding his still dirty trousers with one hand and pinching her nose.

“Woman, clean them already.” The drow barked.

“Will you let me give you a name?” They weren't even halfway to camp when she started back on the subject.

“If you will stop prattling on about it.”

“Dew.”

He paused. The name wasn't elvish or undercommon as he’d expected. Raine smirked, “Uh oh, you didn't say no. Does that mean you like it?”

“I hate it.”

“But you didn't say no.”

“I will let you call me that only if you clean my trousers. And only for one day.”

Raine beamed. She tossed the trousers into the air and they came back down, free of stains and brighter in color than before.

“There you go, Dew.”

[astarionfreak]

10 w shart and astarion. Uncommon pairing but it could be interesting??????

Immediately yes. Big yes. Thank you !! This was supposed to be way shorter and way smuttier but it spiraled out of control. Oops. 🖤🩸

10. "You don't have to stay the night. Just fuck me."

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Other answers here

One foolish move in the heat of battle and everyone knew the truth. That Astarion was a vampire.

They took it . . . surprisingly well, actually. Gale warned him not to bite (as if), Lae'zel threatened his life -- but Shadowheart, well. The cleric had been kind -- or stupid -- enough to offer her blood. What kind of vampire would Astarion be if he turned down a free meal?

Besides, even though her attacks seemed to miss more often than not, her healing spells had proven to be quite the asset. If she'd allow him a taste from her delicate veins, perhaps she would also be willing to remain at his side when he faced Cazador. This little exchange could be well worth his time. If he played his cards right.

Astarion waited until the others were asleep before he made his way through camp to Shadowheart's tent. He had been so sure of himself just moments ago, but now he hesitated as he reached for the flap. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

There was still time to turn around -- hunting in these woods was miserable, but he usually had some level of success. He'd eaten worse things than boar. He'd been hungrier for longer too.

Astarion shuffled his feet as he started to turn around, making more noise than intended. Shadowheart must have heard him. Her heartbeat quickened. Astarion's mouth began to water at theb mere thought of the promise she'd made.

Shit. He really was going to do this wasn't he? He put on his best smile and ducked into her tent.

Shadowheart sat up on her forearms. Perfect body laid out in front of him. For him.

His eyes went to her neck, the gentle movement of her pulse just beneath her tender flesh. Then his gaze dragged along her body, slowly drinking her in. Her camp clothes hugged her figure in all the right places.

"I was beginning to think you'd found a better offer," Shadowheart whispered.

"Ah. No." Astarion laughed quietly as he gracefully dropped to his knees in front of her. "Lae'zel already threatened my life twice today. I don't fancy my chances with Karlach at her current . . . temperature. And there is something distinctly wrong with Gale's blood. I got an unpleasant whiff during that fight with the spiders."

"Wyll, then?" Shadowheart sat up completely and pressed closer to Astarion. She smelled faintly of incense.

Astarion swallowed thickly. Trying to ignore the desire to forgo niceties and just sink his teeth into her throat. "As charming as I'm sure he finds me, I do believe I would be wasting my time trying to convince the Blade of Frontiers to offer himself up to a vampire."

"And here I was, believing I was special when all the while I was merely a last resort," Shadowheart said.

Astarion found it difficult to tell how much of what she said was her searching for the truth and how much was just meant to tease.

"Darling," he purred. "You are anything but a last resort. Surely you're well aware of your allure." Astarion placed a hand on her shoulder, when she didn't flinch or pull away, he pushed her onto her back and settled himself on top of her.

Shadowheart's heart was positively racing. Her eyes blew wide with desire. Her breath caught in her throat when she spoke. "I'm only joking, Astarion. You don't need to use that voice on me."

"What voice?" Astarion asked playfully, slotting a leg between her thighs. This was almost too easy, really. For a woman with so many secrets, she'd truly given herself away to him.

"You know precisely which voice I'm talking about." Shadowheart licked her lips, eyes searching his face.

Astarion pouted, staring down at her with a sly smile. "I can't say I do," he purred. "This is the only voice I have."

"Then just shut up and feed." Shadowheart rolled her eyes.

Astarion nestled his face in the curve he her neck, lips brushing over her throat as he spoke. "Are you comfortable? This may . . . hurt a little."

"I can handle pain. Do it, Astarion."

Astarion wasted no more time. His teeth sank into her neck with a faint pop. Blood rushed into his mouth.

He hardly had time to register the sound of her moan before the rest of the world faded away. Only her blood, her breath, her life remained. And she had chosen to share it with him. A precious gift.

Astarion had never tasted anything as perfect as this. As her. He drank in desperate, needy gulps. His hand instinctively cradeling her head as she writhed beneath him. Even through his blood-drunk gaze Astarion could taste her arousal.

Shadowheart grabbed his arm, fingers digging into his skin as he drank. Her hips jerked up, seeking contact with his thigh. He allowed her that much, let her rut against his body like a bitch in heat as he drank.

"Astarion." Shadowheart's grip on his arm tightened. She was struggling to catch her breath. "Astarion, that's enough."

Her words managed to reach him despite his euphoria. "Shit -- sorry, I -- I got carried away," Astarion said.

"Shut up and kiss me." Shadowheart grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a bruising kiss.

The blood on his lips and chin smeared on her face. Astarion only broke the kiss to lick at the mess on her lips.

"That was . . . unexpected," Astarion whispered, nipping at her lower lip.

"You're not really surprised, are you?" Shadowheart asked.

"I suppose not completely surprised. Though this isn't exactly what I pictured when you offered your blood." Astarion leaned back to study her face.

Is this what she wanted? Clearly. Is this what he wanted? Why not?

"How unfortunate. Your imagination must be severely lacking," Shadowheart teased.

"I promise I can be quite imaginative when it counts." Astarion ground his hips down, pressing his half-hard length against her thigh.

"Prove it," Shadowheart said.

They kissed again. Another bruising, needy kiss shared between two people who knew their futures were uncertain.

"And if the others wake to find me in your tent? I'm sure they'd have a lot to say on the topic," Astarion whispered against her lips.

Shadowheart huffed out an annoyed sigh. "You don't have to stay the night. It's best for both of us if you just fuck me and leave."

"Ah, when you put it like that it does sound like a rather good offer," Astarion purred. "Do try not to keep it down though. Let's give them something to gossip about tomorrow."

[prythiansfavoritefox]

Pairing: Elucien

Elain stared at Lucien, shock clear on her face. "I...but I'm a human. This doesn't make sense. How could I-how could we possibly be mates?"

Lucien slumped over in his chair, head in his hands. He was just as stunned as she was. Something had compelled him to walk into the Lion's den, the place where his father held court like he was a goddamn king (well, not his father by blood, but the father he'd unfortunately grown up with). That something had driven him crazy, explosions of magic bursting out of him at the sight of the human woman they dragged by her hair. It was only after he'd killed everybody in the vicinity, grabbed her, and escaped from there that he'd realized what had happened.

Lucien sighed. "I'm not completely human, Elain." She was the most exceptionally beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he'd been surrounded by vampires most of his life; he just wished they'd met under different circumstances. Lucien had had no idea he could even imprint considering his mixed nature, but this answered his question. She narrowed her doe-brown eyes on him. "You have the mark of a vampire hunter," she said, indicating the small bit of skin exposed at his wrist revealing the magic mark. "Are you a werewolf, then?"

Lucien snorted. His skin did not feel cold like most vampires; it ran red hot because of the fire in his blood. Because of it, his relatives had a higher tolerance to sunlight then most vampire breeds. Hence, they were sometimes mistaken for werewolves whose blood ran hot. It also made them more dangerous than most vampires.

"No. I'm half-vampire."

Elain blanched and jumped away from him. Her eyes were wide as she exclaimed, "You're a hybrid? And you're hunting your own kind?"

Lucien couldn't help but be amused by her reaction, leaning back in his own chair and smirking slightly. "If you knew my family, you'd understand why. Besides, I like my human side better."

Elain stared at him haughtily, placing her hands on her hips. "I can assure you, nothing about your behavior thus far has remotely resembled that of a human's."

"Consider me an upgrade, then."

Elain rolled her eyes, walking away from him. Drawn by the mating bond instincts, Lucien followed her. "Are you a vampire hunter too, then?" He was pretty sure he'd seen the mark on her skin as Beron's servants had dragged her towards the dais.

"In a matter of speaking." Lucien followed Elain into some kind of kitchen, where various strange smelling herbs and stews were kept in closed pots. Lucien inspected one, and the pungent odor made him smile.

"Don't go near that!" Elain shouted, rushing towards him, but Lucien just chuckled. "Relax, little witch. This won't harm me. It wouldn't kill any of my family members either, but it would certainly do them a great deal of damage. Any other vampire would get one whiff and die instantly."

Elain heaved a sigh of relief. She had put on an apron now, and Lucien couldn't help but think of how adorable she looked in the squirrel and acorn print. She reached for the cupboard above him, getting on her tiptoes. Lucien, suppressing his laughter, reached up and handed it to her. She took it from him with a little huff, gracefully placing them beside yet another pan before going to the fridge and pulling out vegetables.

Lucien's brows rose. "Don't tell me you're making another potion? Don't you have enough of those?"

Elain turned back to him, the faintest of smiles on her face. "This isn't a potion, silly. It's dinner."

Oh. Lucien blinked. "Ahhhh, well, tell me what you're making so that I can help."

Elain opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly, there was the sound of a garage door opening, and she paused, something pained crossing her expression. "Quick! You need to hide!" she hissed.

Lucien wished he hadn't put it together so quickly, but he did. "Your husband?"

Elain shook her head. "My fiance. I...well before I met you, I was engaged. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but...truthfully, in the moment, I had forgotten." The words she didn't say hung between them.

Because I was so enamored by you.

Lucien quickly threw himself into a closet. He clenched his fists, squeezed his eyes tight, and took deep breaths to try and control his mating reflexes. There was the sound of a door opening and closing before Elain's lovely voice cried, "Graysen!" and nimble feet ran towards heavier feet.

There was a thud, and a yelp from Elain, and Lucien could guess what had happened. She had been slammed against the wall.

"Where is he?" Graysen snarled. Elain blinked. "Where is who?"

"Your mate!" he bellowed. "I know he's here; I can smell him."

Lucien could smell Graysen too; his mate had unknowingly gotten engaged to a vampire's sworn enemy: a werewolf.

"What do you mean, you can smell him?" Elain demanded. "What are you, a dog?"

"That's exactly what he is." Lucien swaggered out of his hiding place, lazy grin on his face. Inside, he was seething as he saw how helpless Elain was, pinned to the wall by her own lover. "Elain, your fiance is a werewolf. Dog, I'd advise you get your hands off the lady, right now."

Like a dog, Graysen barked at him and charged towards him. Lucien laughed. It was a werewolf's greatest weakness: their impulsivity and lack of control over their emotions. As Graysen barreled at him, Lucien easily sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and slammed him against the opposite wall, whipping out a knife to press against his throat.

Lucien crooned in his ear, "Bad. Dog."

He looked back at Elain, and the hurt in her expression had the mating bond raring at him to slit Graysen's throat where he stood. But Lucien knew that wouldn't solve any problems, especially since she still loved him.

Instead, he pressed against a spot on Graysen's neck, knocking him out. "We'll deal with him later," Lucien assured her, and the slightest of smiles bloomed on her face. Lucien couldn't help but answer with a wider one of his own.

@tacocattacocattacocatexplosion

[hermesserpent-stuff]

okay. just some general ideas for sabertooth and remy. based on talks with @golden-buddle

this is a lottt more disjointed then some of the other thoughts posted before lol

tw: blood, kidnapping

Creed stops his motorcycle next to a large wall that makes up the weird institute for freaks that he knew about in vague passing. His nose had caught a weird scent. One that he had not encountered before. Its layered and complicated, with notes of a fading explosion and foriegn lands mingling with sugar and the smell of pack. Young pack. A cub. He had never smelt a cub before. Well, he had not really smelled any ferals like him before, even when his jobs took him far afeild and his years dragged on. But this smell… It fills the animal part of his brain with longing. Longing for a pack and a need to provide. He unconsciously finds himself drifting towards the wall where the scent indicates that the cub had clambered up more than once. He finds himself sniffing the stones deeply, eyes glancing about for evidence of the cub. The scent is… old. About four days old. And indicated that the cub had been leaving the school. He drags in a deep breath, memorizing the rich layering of the scent. Bits he had initially missed pop against his nostrils. The tang of blood, not the cub’s luckily, the mark of cats that love the cub, and a whiff of… vampire? Something like a vampire. Dangerous. A little bit of smokiness and a spark of spice and hints of cooked meat.

He finds a strand of silky auburn hair, which he holds close to his chest after heavily scenting it. It belongs to the cub, shed by normal means. He finds himself in hunt mode, ready to track the cub down and… protect it. Feed it. The animal in his chest purrs at the thought. A little cub he could care for and teach. He smiles toothily. He had a job to finish. Some idiot who knocked up the wrong mans girl and skipped town instead of help her out. He would be able to fully focus on finding his cub afterwards. A aburned-haired cub with a love for cats and spices that might be a little too close to vampires to be truly safe. Creed purrs to himself and kicks is motorcycle back into gear. He needs to finish this job. Fast. 

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The cub struggles and hisses, but Victor growls and pushes.

“You're bleeding. I need to clean it.”

“Yeah? Your spit magic, homme? Stop licking Remy!”

Remy struggles more and Victor drops an octave in his growls and rests his fangs against Remy’s shoulder. The cub continues to struggle and Victor closes his maw a little more and it catches on Remy’s shoulder. Remy goes stiff and then suddenly relaxes, revealing his neck, fear wafting off of him. 

“Ça me fait de la peine. Sorry. Please. Please. No hurt. Remy give up.”

Victor shifts back, crooning softly to the whimpering cup. 

“I didnt mean to hurt you. Just trying to lick the blood off to keep it from geting infected.”

Victor finds himself explaining more than he usually would, his heart twitching at the sight of the scared cub. Remy swallows and seems to fight himself, then moves slightly closer.

“No hurt? Just… Clean blood?”

The cub bites his lip and Victor shifts forward, sniffing slightly. This hesitancy was from somewhere. Some one. He smells something like himself on the cub; had another mutant hurt Remy?

“Let me clean you off cub. I don't want to hurt you. I really don't.”

He rumbles low, crooning softly to the shaking cub. Remy stares as Victor slowly noses his hair. Victor purrs low as he gently nudges his cub. Remy sighs, hand hesitantly coming up and gently scratching right behind Victor’s ear. He purrs a little deeper, licking off the rest of the blood from the boy’s temple. That fall had been nasty and Victor had been scared. The cub trying to run again after their meal had scared him. His cub is too flighty. He shifts from licking blood to gently licking the long red hair. It smells more heavily of the cub’s own scent that mix of fading explosions, powdered sugar, and smoke. It is long and soft, but a little dirty. His cub seems to need a full bath. And it helps Victor spread his scent over the cub. 

“I’m tired Monsieur Saber. Can we rest here?”

Remy sounds tired, fingers still gently scratching. The cub yawns a few times when Victor says nothing in response. Victor purrs and curls over his cub, protecting Remy from the cold. The little one hums low. Soon Remy’s breathing evens out, deep and slow. Remy curls tight, arms and legs carefully tucking themselves closer to Remy’s core while the cub presses into Victor’s chest.

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Remy hates how easy it is to fall asleep Victor’s warmth. The Southerner in his bones had always had trouble finding enough warmth wherever he was. The void could change temperatures rapidly with freezing nights and occasional freezing days. He preferred the hot days that felt like the humid heat of Louisiana in the springs and edges of summer. Remy presses closer to Sabertooth, finding the warmth slowly wrapping around his bones and helping his eyes grow heavy. He had suggested resting because a stalled target is easier to hunt. His dad would come for him and Wolverine was likely on his heels. So Remy easily slips into sleep, vast nothingness pressing in, no dreams to disturb him. He is being protected. He is safe and warm

He’s woken up to Victor being tackled off of him, his heart immediately leaping into his throat as he scooches backwards. Wolverine is there and the two ferals are ripping eachother apart. 

“Get away from my cub!”

Victor hisses.

“You f*cking stole my KIT!”

Wolverine howls back and leaps forwards again, slashing deep and bloody. Blade walks up and scoops up the still-waking Remy. Remy rests his head against Blade’s neck and whistles and chirps. 

“Hey Parri. I don’t think this kidnapping was a conscious one!”

Blade pauses his movements and nuzzles Remy, hissing low and deep, presumably at the scent.

“Please stop getting kidnapped, fledgling.”

“Not doing it on purpose sire.”

He murmurs sleepily, already missing the warmth that he had been gifted by Victor.

“I know.”

Blade murmurs, wrapping Remy up in his jacket.  Remy relaxes at the familiar smell and warmth of the jacket. 

[420sharky770]

the feeling of love Part 1

Summery: your walking home drunk and get lost and someone uses chloroform on you

warning: rape kink, vampires, biting, spitting, hitting, hair pulling, creampie, blood, lots of blood.

word count: 1.8k

it was a cold night, you got back from the club and you could barely stand, "mmph.." you groaned as your heels were killing you, you fell over into a street light, like a fucking idiot.

A man walked up to you, he was beautiful. Marvelous. He had hair that was black and slicked back, he was 6'3, buff but not to buff, he was handsome and pale. he smiled down at you, "might I help you ma'am?" you looked up at him and nodded and he wrapped a arm around your waist and the out of know where covered your mouth with a cloth and you almost immediately passed out.

when you woke up, you were tied to a chair, your dress was ripped and you were frighten, you couldint move and couldint speak, you had a gag in your mouth and the man came in with a smirk on his face as he stood in front of you wearing a black dress vest and a white button up shirt under it and some dress pants on. "how disgusting.." he said and wiped a tear from under your eye, "whats wrong, honey?~" he smiled an evil smile "scared~?" you wanted to scream but you couldint, you just cried, and then you closed your eyes and clenched your knees together. he scoffed "you think that will save your needy little cunt?~" you began to cry more and shook your head no, he made you look up at him by grabbing you by your hair and he smiled down at you, all you could see where his bared fangs. your eyes widened in horror and your breathing began to start to speed up. Your heart raced and he took in a good whiff of you, he groaned with pleasure "ugh.." he moaned as his rock hard cock throbbed in his pants he stood up straight and undid your ties and while you tried to fight he through you over his shoulder and went to a bedroom. he slammed you down and began to rip your dress off fully, only to see your completely naked under it, "how disgusting, you really are a whore areint you?" he smiled and you tried to fight him off "LET ME GO!!" you cried and he sat up and held his right ear and growled "dont. scream." "LET ME GO THEN, YOU BITCH!!" with those words, he bitch slapped you. he hit you so hard your face went into a pillow and you held it as you cried softly and quietly to scared to actually make anymore loud noises. "Thats better" he yanked you by your ankles to him.

he looked at your face, your hair was in your face with some blood, spit and tears. he gently put the hair behind your ear and smiled, "so beautiful.." where he hit you was starting to bruise.

"please dont hurt me...please..." you cried looking down and trembling in his cold grasp. he held you close and whispered in your ear, "be good and it wont be so bad~"

you looked at him scared and he said, "now open your legs~" you didint, you disobeyed and he got irritated, "If i tell you to do something. DO IT." you flinched when he yelled, and he slammed your legs open effortlessly.

you cried in fear and coverd your face not being able to do anything else. he held your legs open while he went down town on your pussy. your pathetic wet pussy. "aww you dont like it?~ it seems like you do~" he kept going, and you moaned and squirmed, not fighting as much, "n-no...i-i dont want th-this.." you quivered with pleasure. he kept going and then he felt your orgasm blossoming up and he stopped and looked down at you as he sat up straight. "n-no! please keep going!! please!" you cried and he got even more hard from your begging. "aww i thought you didint want this tho, honey~?" you cried and trembled as he alined himself with you, and rammed in, you let out a shreak from his girth and he grabbed you by the throat. "what did i say about screaming." you cried "im sorry! im really sorry!" you manged to choke out as he held your shoulders now and pounded into your little pussy.

he watched you struggle and beg for mercy, he watched you fight the pleasure and soon to be railed in. he pounded you, pounded you good to. right in the cervix and in the G spot. you cried of pleasure as he pulled your hair and just barred his face in your neck and bit into you neck and sucked some of you blood while he fucked you till you squirted and had an orgasm, oh but no. he kept going after that. your eyes rolled back with your mouth in a "o" of pleasure, he pounded you as fast and hard as he could and came in your needy cunt.

you squirmed under him, he breathed and sat up and pulled out, started to get dress and shoved you away...shoved you away.. you looked down and hugged your knees. "get dressed, im taking you back. not like anyone will believe a vampire fucked you" he snickered. he heard soft cries and looked back at you, "what are you crying about now?" you sniffled. "please.."

he was almost shocked, "please what?" "please dont go.." you hid your face ashamed. he stood silent, shocked. "e-excuse me?" "please keep me..please fuck me like this everynight..please.." he just stood there and slowly walked over to you, he gently lifted your chin to look up at him, "you want this..?" you slowly nodded and tears filled your eyes, "your the only one who wants me.." you began as you cried "you actually wanted me enough to do this..please keep me..ill do anything..please dont push me away too.." he was shocked. he sat down neck to you and pulled you into a soft hug, kinda feeling bad. as he hugged you, he felt all your pain from when you were younger. how lonely you always were. "ill keep you.." you looked up at him, "you will..?" he nodded, "yes my little one. youll be mine. forever. whats your name sweetie." "Y/N..." he smiled, "im Azeal" you smiled softly and he kissed you softly. "you actually liked being raped..?" you slowly nodded, you looked so ashamed of yourself. he smiled and kissed your neck, "how about i make you mine forever..."

[kmenkea]

Bloodlust - Part 8

Summary: "That drow. That damned drow. She was surely plotting something, trying to ruin him in some way, through her pleasantries. It was just in her nature." Doubt creeps in Astarion's mind about his travelling companion. And yet he cannot stop caring. Why does it hurt so much to be betrayed from her? And what if, maybe, he should trust her after all? Why else would she defend him when so close to victory?

A/N: This chapter and the next (probably next 2) are going to be from Astarion's POV. I wanted to experiment with his side of the story and show what he might be feeling (or at least how I HC what he feels)

But, I want to say that I will take a longer break from publishing this fanfic. I want to highlight that it is not over and will keep posting, but I just need a bit of time. I broke up with my long time partner and the thought of romance just makes me feel bad. He was also my beta reader, so that's a problem I'll have to sort somehow lol. anyway, hope you're liking it so far. Let me know what you think.

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(I like the idea of him having golden eyes when alive)

Astarion’s eyes darted through the bushes, following the patch of brown fur hiding among the foliage. His steps were light on the soft ground, so that he was able to get close to the animal. It raised its nose, smelling his presence in the wind, but it was already too late. With a jump, the vampire grabbed both ears of the rabbit. The little beast screeched and kicked upwards to escape, flailing until… a twist. Its body limp and the neck dislocated. Without wasting a second, the vampire bit the rabbit; its little heart pumped its precious blood into his mouth. 

The taste was horrible, wild and muddy, like stale bread. His heart and gut were ignited by agony. The red liquid poured into his mouth and down his throat and he waited for the fire to subsize, for each laceration of his viscera to close, but the respite that came was so miniscule, a balm that only slowed, not stopped the erosion of his insides.

The elf threw the carcass to the ground, swiping his chin with the back of his hand. This was the third animal he ate that evening. By all accounts he should have been full. Gods, he used to drink dead rats and insects, these rabbits would have been a glorious feast just a few weeks ago. But now he wanted more. He was eager for sweetness, to share a soul and feel it slip under his fangs, not to pluck fur from in between his teeth while walking back to camp. 

That drow had absolutely ruined him. 

Everytime a drop of her blood was spilled, his senses couldn’t help but flare up, his stomach churn and growl and his fingers twitch in anticipation. He wanted her neck so badly, to bite into that soft warm flesh and take all for himself, everything he had missed in two hundred years of undeath. It smelled of gracious elven blood, but with deep, dark notes of moss. Cool like an underground lake, yet fiery and violent like lava. Abyssal and chaotic, losing his mind in a spiral that forced him down towards her.

He let out a sigh as his knees almost went limp, reminiscing of that glorious taste. 

He reached the safety of their camp, back in the wilderness and his eyes couldn’t help but fall on Leeith: she was laying down near the fire with Karlach, Shadowheart hovering over them: both of their feet had been badly mangled by traps hidden below the mud of the swamp. It looked like such a peaceful lakeside forest, until the illusion vanished and all that was left was rotting wood and, well, traps that neither of them noticed. They were forced to cut the day short and return to camp. Lae’zel and Wyll were in charge of finding food and preparing their camp. 

He caught a whiff of that delicious honey, and the flame in his heart rose again, opening his wounds. He was hungry again. 

But everything was lost.

It took all his might to ignore them and hide in the safety of his little tent. 

All and all, it was a cosy little space: it was cramped and dark, littered with old dirty jars. The smell of old blood filled his nostrils and, even if it was almost putrid, it was welcome: at least the disgust pushed away the longing for better food. What a beautiful ambience!

In the dark, he took off his cumbersome gambeson and heavy boots, changing them for soft leather shoes and his clean shirt. Astarion's hands smoothed out the fabric over his chest, picking a leaf or two out of the threads and checking his trousers for any stain. Surely he looked perfect as always, didn't even need a mirror to know he was astonishingly handsome and his hair was set up perfectly. His face with his… lips? What shape were they again? He traced a finger over them, feeling the little incave in the middle and how strong the curvature was. He imprinted it into his mind, or at least tried to see it. It didn't matter, he knew his lips were hardly his best feature, surely his eyes were much more important, with perfect eyebrows and long eyelashes, surely. He passed a finger over them, but it was no use. 

He couldn't see it. He couldn't remember his face at all. He reached for a little mirror, thrown carelessly under his bedroll: there he was. Or should have been. Understandable, his tent was extremely dark, he just needed to step foot outside, feel the torchlight shine in his eyes, raise the mirror again and… still nothing. He stared into the mirror more, to catch even a glimpse of his forsaken and forgotten eyes. All was truly lost. Even the tadpole couldn't give back himself.

Like clockwork, there she was, walking towards him, less spring in her step, but still gracious and inviting. It was time for their evening conversation, apparently; everyday, a little bit of time they would carve for one another. It was almost pleasurable.

The vampire's heart twisted and burnt again, his hunger yet again demanded to be satisfied. It could have been so easy to ask for blood from the drow, but could he pay the price? If one single thing was true about her, is that nothing of hers was free. Surely he could have asked for blood or help with the necromancer's tome or a number of other things, but what was the cost going to be? Sex he could give, but to be bound to her forever, like she asked the night prior? Switch a master for another? Unthinkable. 

She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at him with those deep red eyes. They probably were the same colour as his, if he had to guess.

“Looking at something?” He met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror. The drow's expression was just plain.

“Just looking. What are you doing?” She raised an eyebrow, motioning at the empty mirror.

“I'm looking too, but not seeing very much. Another quirk of my… affliction.” Leeith gave an understanding nod, still standing behind him. She knew of his little reflection problem already, so his answer wasn't surprising.

“Do you miss it? Looking at your face” Such a sweet and understanding voice, it almost made him believe she did care about his sorry carcass. Astarion turned around to face her, wearing a little snobbish grin.

“Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I've never even seen this face, not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.” The drow nodded, mentioning something about how right he was. The vampire had a quip ready, but…

“What colour were they before?” The question surprised him. He stopped, focusing on his own image as the smile died from his lips. How could this stupid dark elf always make him drop his act and reach under his skin.

“I- I don't know. I can't remember. My face is just some dark shape in the past.” Bile and anger rose in him. How could he forget his own appearance? What use was freedom, when he still couldn't have back the most basic part of himself. “Another thing I've lost.” He smashed the hand mirror on the ground: useless trinket.

Leeith jolted back a bit, out of the way of the sharp shards. Her hand twitched upwards, maybe wanting to reassure him, while the vampire just stared at her. She stopped, running her eyes all around his face and body.

“What?” Said Astarion, confused by her sudden inquisitiveness.

“I'll be your mirror. What do you want to know?” She was warm, so unbecoming of a creature of the underdark. 

“And what do you see exactly?” His lips said against his will. How could this stupid dark elf always make him feel welcome and worthy of companionship.

She squinted. “Strong piercing eyes.” Mh, yes, of course: his eyes were always quite spectacular.

“Oh, go on” The vampire smiled, basking in compliments.

“That dangerous smile.” Apparently Leeith was a connoisseur of quality. His heart swelled with pride.

“Very good. Now tell me I'm beautiful and we can call it a day.” The vampire raised his chin and closed his eyes, posing like a great statue.

“Is that all you want? Shallow praise?” She mocked whilst chuckling, making Astarion raise an eyebrow.

“Hardly. There's also gold, sex, revenge. Quite the list, really. But failing any of those, I'll always settle for shallow praise.” She smiled and took a deep breath. 

“You are beautiful, Astarion. The Deva of the higher planes and the Incubi of the hells, may only dream of achieving your perfection. The dawn shining on morningdew cannot compare to your radiant self. My heart can only ache when blessed to witness your glorious figure.” She had her hands on her heart, reciting the verses. There it was, her allure shining through her words, the force of personality to bend people's will to her own whims with a glare and a few honeyed words. Astarion felt… weirdly comforted. Even if she jested, maybe there was truth to it. He hoped.  

“Mirror's aren't much use. But being reflected in someone else's eyes? Well, I could do worse.” 

“If you need more reassurance of your beauty, just ask away. I might have Wyll teach me a few sonnets if that will be of help.” 

He laughed it off and they parted ways soon after. The drow needed to recover and Astarion too would have an early trance, to wake up and admire the dawn on the morrow. 

A certain amount of peace was comfortably sitting in his chest that morning: the day was so bright and warm it almost felt like summer and the forest air was rejuvenating on his naked skin. The grass below his back was soft and still wet with dew, smelling musty and herbal. What he was mostly happy for was the sun shining brightly upon him.  

He still didn't know what he looked like, but it was reassuring that whatever he was, he could count on the beauty of his appearance still. At least, according to what Leeith said the night before. Many in his life had complimented it, but it was most often drunkards who unlucky wanted to bed him. None of their words were true. 

And for as much as he wished otherwise, the drow was one of them. She had to be plotting something. It was just in her nature. Why else would she be so friendly with him specifically? He had been such a fool to think that she maybe saw him as a true friend, that saw his interior world. 

He remembered that day in the blighted village, after killing the ogres, when she showed off her golden tongue. And later, after the wizard left: that morning she talked so much about being a just leader and only trying to protect the grove from the threat of an explosion. Lies, all of them probably. She held everyone - the tieflings and the druids alike - in contempt. She didn't care about their lives, so something else must have been the cause. It was no secret that the drow despised Gale because of an old insult. Could she have killed him? Was that the end of everyone who displeased her? If she was lying about everything that morning, he would have, should have, picked up on something: a word out of a place, a tinge of anxiety in her eyes or an intimidating remark. Instead she laid herself almost bare, relaxed, sorry even.

Threats and deceit were the only thing she knew and she was a master at both. In two hundred years he had done nothing but lie. But Leeith's charisma was a talent that surpassed his own. 

Doubt of her had settled and with every passing day, it grew. When was the drow going to show the cards up her sleeve? What was going to happen to him? Was she just Cazador’s mole? Why did the thought of these days all being a lie hurt him so much? She was just like anyone else, a helpful tool towards his freedom, no matter how much he enjoyed the time spent together. No matter how different it felt to lay with her under the trees. 

He had thought much about that night; it kept coming back to him, both when awake and in his dreams. As time buried the disgust he felt, something more came to light: more than the realisation of his freedom, of the warmth they shared, of her blood spilling in his mouth. Nothing so platonic. 

He had just enjoyed the night. Carnally. Past the act he put up, he just couldn’t resist reliving her moans, his pleasure, her pleasure, the tightness of her body around his member. The feeling of his fingers running across that pale grey skin and the moment she pushed him to the ground, grinning, wanting him. And the end, when he couldn’t help but fall down on her, feeling like he had died for just a little bit of time. He wanted it again. Astarion was almost compelled to ask to share his bed a second time. 

But he couldn't with a backstabbing drow such as her. No matter how sweet and genuine Leeith’s smile was for him - and him alone.  

Gods! Whatever! He was going to keep his friendly act up until it was useful and, if need be, he knew he could always count on his dagger and the shroud of darkness. A golden tongue wouldn't save her from his golden, bloody hands. 

“Astarion!” And there she was, screaming his name from somewhere in the forest. He didn’t respond, annoyed by the fact his sunbathing time was disturbed. His name was called a few more times, along with angry words in Undercommon. 

“Over here, dear.” He sighed at last, without moving an inch. The sound of steps got closer until finally the drow was squatting by his side. 

“Good morning, handsome.” She said in a lusty, deep tone. “Sorry for interrupting your ‘Lizard time’.” 

“Ugh, why would you compare me to such a foul critter?” He winced, still with his eyes closed.

“Because I don’t know other overworld creatures that sunbathe - and the animals in the underdark don’t know what the sun is.” She was so good at faking joy in her voice, it almost sounded like she was genuinely happy to see him. Disgusting. 

“If you’ve come here just to insult me, please, spare your words. I’ve had enough of this.” His tone came out a bit more rude than he had anticipated. Astarion finally sat up. Leeith seemed a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst. Surprise quickly turned into resentment and he could see her eyes narrow.

“I just came here to tell you we’re leaving and if you want to come or not.” She got up. “If you don’t, it’s fine, I’ll just have Wyll along.” The vampire weighed his options for a second.

“For as much as I would love to do nothing but lounge while you risk your life for me and the thought of spending my entire day being glared at by Lae’zel delights me, I think I’ll come along, darling.” He picked up his shirt and shoes from the ground, quickly putting them back on. 

“Are you sure? You seem a bit off. I’d rather not have you freak out at the worst of times.” The drow crossed her arms, clearly studying him. She was still irritated, but also maybe… concerned? Was she scared that her little act had been discovered? 

“Oh, don’t you worry. I'm still as sharp as ever. I just don't like to be disturbed while I work on my tan.” She raised an eyebrow right before shrugging.

“Maybe looking tanned like a common farm hand will bring your ego down to mortal levels.” They both began walking to camp. The vampire noticed how she avoided direct sunlight and winced when a ray hit her eyes.

“That's quite impossible. I would still be a world-endingly beautiful elf. A hidden diamond.” 

“Under the mud and cow dung, sure, you would be a very splendid gem.” 

“Of course I would. You demonstrate that beauty can be born even from the worst of people, dark elf.” Astarion leaned down a bit, placing a hand over her shoulder. He hadn't met many drows in his life, but she did look beautiful. Even her red tinted hair had a certain wild charm. 

“Drow. Not “dark elf”. Don't put me together with you Darthiir.” Fortunately her drow supremacist rant came to rescue him from thinking more about her positive traits. She was the enemy. Astarion had to categorically stop thinking good things about her. 

How unfortunate, then, that on that very day, they would meet an old face. 

As they explored deeper into the swamp, baaing at redcaps who still thought they were polymorphed into sheep - which annoyingly got a chuckle out of the vampire no matter how hard he told himself to stop finding the drow interesting - the party ran into a man. The smell around him was so rancid, leagues above the putrid waters that surrounded them. Astarion recognised his old acquaintance in a heartbeat: a Gur. Of course, no other people could smell so foul but his kind. They infested the city with their presence, and, after what they did to him, his hate was more than justified. The vampire was ready to bar his fangs, but as always, Leeith spoke up first.

“Oh stranger, forgive the aroma. Powdered iron-wine. An old hunter’s trick: most monsters will think twice before making a meal out of me.” The Gur glossed over everyone. He didn’t pay any mind to Astarion, acting friendly. This gave him enough confidence to walk up to him. Rage was bubbling up his chest and it took all of his effort not to point a dagger at the fool's throat already. 

“You’re a monster hunter? I’m surprised: I thought all Gur were vagrant cut-throats.”  The man shook his head, sighing at him, but still at ease.

“What's a Gur? He looks plain like any other surface dweller.” The drow gestured at him. Was she… feigning ignorance now? How could Gurs not fester in the Underdark too?

The hunter responded, diverging Leeith's attention from the elf. 

“We’re a mystical and dangerous people; we travel the land, never settling in one place. We steal your chickens, curse your crops, seduce your daughters. Your friend here has heard it all, I'm sure. I wish we had half the powers settled folks think we possess. Alas I'm a simple wanderer - a simple wanderer and monster hunter. But I'm no witchdoctor or cut-throat.” Monster hunters. Tks, more like thugs and barbarians who shouldn't be allowed to be near civilised societies. 

“If I were a cut-throat I wouldn't admit it either.” Said Leeith. Of course the traitorous bastard wouldn’t admit to it. How many more things was she still hiding? Why were they still talking to the Gur in front of them, he was just a nuisance. Even his voice was enough to make the hair on his nape stand up in disgust. 

“True. And I have no proof to offer but my word. If you wish, our path need not cross again. I'm haunting a vampire spawn and it is a little too bright for you to be my prey. His name's Aatarion and I'm afraid he's gone to ground-” The world fell into silence. If his heart still beat, it would have given up just now. 

Gods of course: there was no other reason for her to still be talking to this Gur. How could he be so blind. So blinded by… what? Companionship? For two hundred years he had uses Cazador’s teachings to make people fall for him. How could he not recognise the same tactics, the flirtiness and fake concern that the drow sported in every word, just enough to make him trust her, the same routine he was forced to learn. 

Were the devil and the half-blood in on it? They probably wouldn’t have turned their backs on the drow for a useless spawn such as himself. He couldn’t win against four people, he would run away at the first opportunity. He wasn’t going to let a fucking drow sell him off. 

He lowered his eyes at her and the insufferable smirk that was surely painting her lips. She was already signing her victory no doubt about it. 

They glanced at each other: what was up with her face? Her lips were thin and a brow raised, while her eyelids shot open with surprise. That wasn’t the expression of a winner. 

“And when you'll find this ‘Astarion’ you'll kill him?” She returned nonchalant in a split second, hand carefully slipping by the handle of her rapier. 

“Not this time. My orders are to capture him” Her stance changed, one foot stepping behind the other, the rest of her body facing the hunter: it was very subtle, merely shifting her weight around, but enough to let the vampire know that she was ready to attack a common enemy. 

“Oh, and bring him where exactly?” Said Astarion, testing the waters. He was still ready to jump backwards and run, maybe throw a vial of acid behind him to slow down his captors. 

“Baldur's gate. My people wait for me there.” Leeith glanced back at the vampire with a tense gaze: they both knew who was waiting in the city. She still hadn’t made a move against him either. Maybe he had been too quick to judge. Surely if she had to apprehend him, she would have attacked already, not keep drawing information from the Gur. And he looked more and more confused, but also still relaxed, unaware of the elf’s identity. 

“Only a spawn? Pity, it's not like he is a real vampire.” Said Leeith, with a mocking tone. Astarion glared at her: how could she joke at a moment like this. Frankly, he should have cut her just for the insult. 

“I don't know. I'm sure a vampire spawn could still rip out your throat if he felt like it.” He limited himself to words, but he was going to complain about it later. Maybe sink his fangs a little deeper next time he fed.

“He is right, unfortunately. They are only weak when compared to their masters. During the day we have the advantage. But at night, when they hunt? You will not find a more deadly quarry.” Gods, this “monster hunter” was still so clueless. He felt insulted that Cazador would choose someone as dense as him. 

The drow and the elf eyed each other: they didn't need words nor the connection of the tadpoles to understand what the other thought.

“Interesting. So, Astarion what do you think?” She smirked, leaving the stage open for him. 

“That's Astarion? No, impossible!” The look on the Gur’s face was priceless. 

“These days I'm making the impossible look easy.” Then the vampire turned to his faithful friend. “May I?” 

The Gur scrambled back, unprepared to deal with him just now.

“After you.” She bowed theatrically, her arm lighting up with magic. 

“Thank you dear.” With an elegant nod, Astarion loaded a bolt in his crossbow. 

The hunter had stepped backwards in the meantime, taking aim right for the vampire. He felt vines grow right from below his feet which snatched him on the spot, making him unable to dodge the subsequent crossbow shot. He hissed in pain, but still raised his arm and shot back. Maybe spending that much time joking with Leeith wasn't the best of choices, but no matter: he had her backing him and even Karlach and Shadowheart were joining in the fight, running at their assailant. 

Leeith remained close to him, summoning eldritch blasts from her fingertips, recoiling back everytime they burst. Her eyebrows were furrowed and focused, noticed the vampire even in the midst of battle. 

The hunter shot again, hell bent on at least killing him even if it cost his life. A mistake, because his aim was pathetic now that the two massive women were in front of him, swinging at him with sword and spells. He was able to dodge a few, but, at every opportunity, a blast or a crossbow bolt would come right at him from far away. Rancid blood and sweat poured out of him and his breathing got heavier. 

Astarion was being defended by everyone. He was not alone. This newfound confidence improved his skills and none of his shots missed their targets. 

And it was him who dealt the final blow, right at the man's knee, shattering it no doubt. The hunter fell down, still conscious, whimpering in pain from all the cuts and burns on his body. 

Leeith helped the elf out of the grappling vines, checking if he was ok with a glance. He waved her away and reached in his pocket for one of her exquisitely brewed potions. 

The drow walked in front of the Gur and knelt by his side, grabbing a fistful of his long hair to stare in his terrorised eyes. He begged between short breaths.

“What is your name?” Her tone was stern.

“Gan-Gandrel. Please. Please- I- mercy. Please please.” His voice got weaker with every word. 

“Now, Grandrel, I would love nothing more than to let you live. My old friends used to say I am the most merciful drow of the underdark.” The vampire looked at her with an inquisitive gaze. Was she not going to kill him? Was she stupid? Death was too good for that man. He thought of sprinting into action, but Leeith pointed a dagger at the Gur's throat not an instant later.

“I would love nothing more than to let you go back to Cazador and make you tell him that a Lolth’s servant is coming after him, ready to fuck his uptight ass with sand and broken glass. Maybe get a gnoll to do it.” A shiver ran down Astarion's spine. Fear yes, but also the pleasure of vengeance. Leeith's words were enticing and full of desire, making love to his vampiric ears. He had no doubt that she was being truthful, too. 

“But unfortunately, you're a liability for us. What if you told the bastard of our position, uh?” The Gur tried to plead more, but she stopped him by placing the dagger on his lips. “Let me finish, Gandrel. Not only you're a liability to us, but also to yourself. Cazador - the guy who employed you - is a true vampire. If the stories a true, he is quite apt at torture and suffering. What do you think would happen to you if you came back without Astarion, uh? As I said, I am the most merciful drow.” She turned around to stare at Astarion, extending her dagger by the handle. “Care to finish him off, darling?” 

Astarion smiled, kneeling in front of her. Their red eyes met, becoming one. How could he have ever doubted her? There was no one in the world more alike to him than that drow. No one who better understood him nor was ever as willing to murder for him. She was above and beyond his rosiest expectations. 

Crimson sprayed over both their faces and they smiled at each other.

Maybe praying even to Lolth all those many years ago had not been a mistake, if this was the custodian angel she sent. 

“You really are a sick fuck for slitting a man's throat like that.” Said Karlach, interrupting their moment. 

“You had as strong a hand in killing him than any of us did. You just didn’t land the killing blow.” Leeith was patting his corpse, pocketing anything she found useful. Not that there was much except for a heavy crossbow he couldn’t use.

“But he was pleading for his life. We could have spared him or just- not tell him that he was Astarion. We could have turned back and forgotten about this.” The tiefling was trying to be reasonable, but the drow shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“The man wanted to kidnap our friend. I value Astarion’s life much higher than that of a cut-throat. What would have happened once he was healed back? Or what if a much worse monster came to us? This guy was ready to sign a deal with a hag to find him, that would have fared badly for all of us. I look after my people. I almost risked my life to get rid of your own kidnappers, remember?” She stood up, and the two argued for a little more, until the cleric stopped them, fed up with both. They both stood on their convictions, so it was better to cut it here before spirits turned sour. 

They still had parts of the swamp to explore. Karlach went in front to avoid Leeith and was followed by Shadowheart. The vampire and the drow remained a few metres back, gossiping. 

“So, there’s a monster hunter after you?” Said Leeith. He knew the conversation was coming.

“Not anymore, which is all that matters really.” He tried deflecting, but she wasn’t having it. 

“What if there are others? He might not have been alone.” 

“We'll deal with them, like we did with this one.” A certain worry was weighing down his heart, ripping the smile off of his lips. 

“Are you sure Cazador is behind this?” A useless question and she knew it, judging by how heavy her voice was, so that no one could hear them. 

“It was him. I'm sure. Only he would know to send a Gur after me.” He struggled to contain the volume down. “It was a group of Gur that attacked me that night in Baldur's Gate. I would have died had Cazador not appeared and saved me.” 

“What a good heart he had: saved you by making you a slave.” She scoffed

“Well, he didn't mention the slave clause at the time. And now he sends a Gur monster hunter to look for me. It's a message.” He slowed his pace down to a halt, absorbing in the view. “He's reminding me of his power. Even in the middle of nowhere he can reach me and he wants me back.” 

“But why would he? Why not just kill you?” She stopped beside him, signalling to Karlach and Shadowheart to push farther on their own. Astarion appreciated it, not having his secrets made public domain. This still couldn't hide the sadness in his voice.

“Maybe he wants to make an example out of me. To show what happens to runaways. Or maybe he thinks death would have been too good for me.” 

“I would love to say you're safe here, but… He won't let go easy, will he? How concerned should I be?” She held her chin with one hand, in thought. Was she dumb enough to think she could pick a fight with a vampire now? Or did she not know anything about them.

“Concerned? Do you know the powers a vampire lord possesses?” His temper rose up, remembering all the terrible things he had witnessed his master do. “He can change shape, turn into mist, call wolves to do his bidding, shrug off blows like they're nothing. He could walk into our camp tonight and kill you with his bare hands. And you'll be lucky if death is the worst thing that happens to you.” He pointed a finger in her face, which she stared at and moved away gently.

“All right. You know him best. What do you suggest?” 

“First we have to… uh.” Started the vampire, trying to come up with something. The more plans he had, the more he had to turn down in his head. Most of those plans didn't go further than storm the palace in the morning and kill him. ”I don't know! If we keep killing his lackeys he'll just send more. We just have to be vigilant; keep our wits about us. And kill any monster hunter on sight.” The drow raised her brow and couldn't hide a smirk. 

Astarion felt insulted. Who did she believe herself to be? He was the one that had to suffer. He had made a grave mistake forgiving her. And why were her hands reaching for his throat now? She couldn't strangle him since he didn't breath- she put her hands on his shoulders at the base of the neck. He tried to pull away from the unwanted touch, but she squeezed him lightly, reassuringly. A bit of her body heat spread down even with the thick gambeson he was wearing. It took all of his composure and will power not to lean in her gentle touch.

“Hey.” She looked serious, but calming. “I know it seems hard right now, ok? And I know vampires are strong. I probably couldn't kill one right now. But don't let your fear make you wander far. There's miles between here and the city and he can't travel easily overground. He won't come. And by the time we reach Baldur's Gate, we will have grown stronger. And I promise you, he will suffer. You can carve a poem into his back too, do even more revisions, uh? Besides, he can't control you with the tadpole still inside your mind and you are a proficient rogue, you'll escape again.” He shook his head and straightened his back. 

“Oh you are a sweetheart, but I'm not going to delude myself.” He wriggled free of her hold, not without a part of him suddenly missing the comforting warmth. She lowered her arms and shrugged, then turned to walk away. 

“I know fear. I have dealt with mine and freed myself of it. You will too, I'm sure of that Astarion. Until then, follow your advice, keep your wits and a clear head.”

[eventinelysplayground]

Confession before a Storm

This is a prequel sort of for my fic A Winter Storm as it focuses on something mentioned within it. Going to give it a trigger warning for talking about death, nothing graphic but if you aren't in a space to deal with that right now don't read it.

It was a breezy day in mid June and Mitsuki was sitting in a little used part of the gardens. She'd noticed that this area got very little use a few months after arriving at the mansion and she would come here when she wanted to think or be alone and the last few days she had needed both.

A couple of days before she and Theo had informed everyone that she was expecting. Everyone was happy and excited for them, especially Vincent who couldn't stop smiling but she had been made uneasy by Comte and Leonardo. Oh they had both congratulated them and celebrated with everyone but she noticed something slightly off about the both of them the whole time especially Leonardo. Then yesterday afternoon she finally found out why. Comte had called her and Theo to his room for a chat and well it wasn't pleasant. Just as Mitsukis mind was going over their conversation for what seemed like the millionth time she got a whiff of a familiar scent.

Leonardo: What are you doing sitting on the hard ground Cara Mia?

Mitsuki craned her neck upwards to look at Leonardo but she said nothing. Leonardo stared down at her for a moment before he shrugged and sat beside her on the grass.

Leonardo: I take it from that look on your face that Comte told you?

Mitsuki nodded but said nothing. She sat in silence with Leonardo for a while just enjoying the breeze then suddenly she felt his big hand on her head ruffling her hair.

Mitsuki: At least now I know why it felt like there was something off with you and Comte when we told you.

Leonardo: Ya.

Mitsuki: Just because it's rare though that doesn't mean…

Leonardo: It's rare for pure bloods and humans, neither of us have ever heard of it happening with a lesser vampire and a human before.

Mitsuki: Comte said he would ask around discreetly and see if he could find anything more out. I've already made it to three months so; I'm not worried Leonardo.

Mitsuki was lying through her teeth and she knew Leonardo knew it but she desperately was trying not to get overwhelmed.

Leonardo: You should be Cara Mia, didn't he explain it all to you both?

Mitsuki: Yes.

Leonardo: Then you know it's highly likely the bambino won't make it?

Mitsuki: Yes.

Leonardo: And even if it does make it both of you could die in the end.

Mitsuki: I know that it's extremely risky…

Leonardo: So you're just fine with all of it then, not a damn care in the world about it!?

Leonard's words stung and Mitsuki started to lose herself in her emotions.

Mitsuki: Do you have a point Leonardo?

Mitsukis words came out bitter and harsh and she glared at Leonardo. He was momentarily shocked to hear that type of tone from her but he pushed it aside and leaned in closer to her.

Leonardo: You shouldn't have been put in a position where you could die. It was reckless of the both of you Cara Mia and it should never have happened.

Mitsuki: What?

Leonardo: You heard me just fine.

Mitsuki stared at Leonardo and took a deep breath before speaking.

Mitsuki: Look I get that you're concerned and I thank you for that but even with everything I know I'm still happy and I wouldn't change anything.

Leonardo: Do you hear yourself?

Mitsuki: Yes I hear myself! This child will be fine, it's a mix of Theo and I and we have enough stubbornness and hope between the two of us that this child won't give up so easily.

Leonardo: You're really gonna try and convince yourself of that? I admit making it this far is impressive but there's so much that could still…

Mitsuki: Damn it I know Leonardo!

Mitsuki practically screamed in his face and Leonard leaned back. Her eyes were filled with tears and her hands were clenched into tight fists.

Mitsuki: What do you want me to say? I've been thinking about all of this non stop since yesterday, so has Theo. He's beating himself up over this feeling guilty on top of everything else and that's not what I want. This is something good and happy! I'm fine with this. I really am, I love Theo and I love our child and I'll do anything I need to to make sure nothing happens to either of us!

Leonardo: He should be feeling guilty, this love as you keep calling it could end up killing you!

Mitsuki: Are you seriously questioning after all these years if Theo and I love each other?

Leonardo: Love shouldn't take everything away from you. You're a sweet girl, you shouldn't be having to think about this sort of thing.

Mitsuki: I have no intention of dying on Theo or our baby.

Leonardo: That's fine to say but real..

Mitsuki: Look I understand how risky this will be. I don't have a death wish or anything, I want to stay with Theo and our child but if it came down to it and I lost my life for my child well…

Leonardo: We never should have let Theo keep an eye on you. You can't just…

Mitsuki: That's enough Leonardo! I don't need a lecture from some five hundred year old flirt who doesn't have a heart!

Mitsuki was on her feet now screaming down at Leonardo. Her face was flushed and tears were running down her cheeks. Leonardo stood up and had Mitsuki backed and caged against a tree before she could even process he had moved. His golden eyes looked like those of a predator.

Leonardo: Scusa?

Mitsuki: You heard me just fine.

Leonardo: Ya I did, pretty bold statement to make Cara Mia.

Mitsuki: Am I wrong? If you had a heart, if you ever really loved someone then you'd understand what …

Leonardo's lips captured Mitsukis stopping her from saying anything else. She pushed hard against his chest and his lips released hers before he leaned closer to whisper in her ear.

Leonardo: I had a heart Cara Mia, but you broke it the day you married Theo.

Mitsuki: ….

Leonardo: Not only that but now…do you know how worried I am?

Leonardo looked into Mitsukis eyes but he couldn't read the emotions dancing in them.

Mitsuki: I'm not yours to worry about. I don't care what you think or say. This baby will be fine, I'll be fine. The three of us will be happy and if you can't deal with that then you can leave any time you like, now move!

Leonardo pushed himself off the tree and Mitsuki moved away from him. They both just stood there Leonardo staring at the ground and Mitsuki at the flowers. The time crawled by but still neither of them made a move to leave. Leonardo couldn't believe he let himself lose control like that and he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

Mitsuki: Leonardo.

Leonardo: Ya?

Mitsuki: I’m sorry.

Mitsuki turned around and headed for the mansion when she heard Leonardo let out a low chuckle.

Leonardo: You're too sweet sometimes Cara Mia. Guess I'll keep watching over the two of you like I always do just…don't die on us. Theo would be lost without you and..

Leonardo let the rest of his words die on the breeze but after what had just happened Mitsuki knew the ending to that sentence even without him saying it.

Mitsuki: I'll do my best, I promise you. So please don't worry anymore.

[billyrussohaven]

Into my Web

Chapter 13

Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, Mention of suicide and death/murder

Author's note: Surprise! I'll be posting the rest of this story and I might be working on another..! I hope my brain is gonna stay in this writing mood cuzz I miss it and I miss you guys. 🖤 Enjoy more of Unhinged!Dark!Vampire!Billy!

“You’ll hold my hand, right?” you asked, looking very nervous and excited at the same time. The parking lot was packed with cars, meaning there would be even more people inside. You could hear them laughing, cheering and screaming from inside the car.

"Of course I will," he replied, glancing at you. If anything he'd be holding your hand to make sure you didn't run off. This was a big step for him, letting you out in such a crowded place. It wasn't like he could compel everyone here if you decided to cause a scene and try to get help. It was a big test to see how much he could trust you. To see how well his manipulation of you had worked so far.

“Okay, cuzz I've never been around so many people. I’m a bit nervous I’d lose you in the crowd and I don’t want that,” you added biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

He reached out and tucked some of your hair behind your ear, giving you a little smile. Your words pleased him quite a bit. He almost gave himself a pat on the back for getting in your head so well but he decided to wait and see how the whole thing went first. There was always time for things to go ass upwards.

"Don't worry, kitten. I won't let you outta my sight," he murmured with a charming smile to mask the edge to his words.

“Thank you for taking me,” you said again for the hundredth time since Micro told you about the carnival. You bit your lower lip to hide the excited grin on your face and put your hand on the door handle waiting for his cue.

"Don't gotta thank me. Been tellin' you if you behave I'll treat you good," he reminded you with a shrug. Every time you thanked him he got that weird feeling in his chest and he was getting sick of it. He gave you a nod before he got out of the car, moving around to your side swiftly before you'd have a chance to even think of running. He grasped your hand when you got out, fingers laced with yours as if you were a couple. It would help to keep hold of you if you decided to run.

The smells were the first things that hit you after the music, screams and rides noises. You gasped and turned your head to look at Billy. You weren’t even inside yet and you were already giggling.

“What’s that smell? Like popcorn but sweet and Oh! God, what is that? Candies or caramel?” you muttered out loud to yourself between whiffs of all the goodies you were about to discover.

Billy snorted as he watched how excited you were.

"Don't worry, you'll get to try it all," he smirked, tugging you along with him. He was curious how you'd react to all of the new things here, especially the rides. They weren't for everyone and he hoped to fuck you weren't one of those people that threw up after going on them. You gave him a beaming smile and snuggled closer to his arm while he took you to the entrance to get tickets.

“So, this is like a bracelet telling people that I paid and I can get on rides, right?” You asked, looking at the colorful bracelet Billy was putting around your wrist.

"Yeah, make sure you keep it on," he replied, taking your hand once more as he led you further into the carnival. He kept his dark eyes on you, wanting to take in every little reaction you had to everything. He wasn't sure why he was so eager for it. It reminded him of the day with the snow. He told himself it was just curiosity.

Everything hit you all at once and you had to stop walking to adjust to all of it. The loud cacophony of sounds, music, screams, laughs all mixed up. The bright colorful and flashing lights of the arcades, food stands, rides like neverending fireworks. The smell of popcorn, caramel popcorn, apples dipped in candylike stuff, the sweet scent of the blue and pink candyfluff every kid had in their hands. You smiled and laughed at everything, your brain unable to decide what to try or do first but wanting it all at the same time. You turned around excitedly in place taking everything in. It was wonderful.

Every time Billy thought you couldn't get more beautiful, you seemed to surprise him. You were absolutely radiant, the look of wonder, awe and excitement on your face had him struggling to look away.

"Where to first, kitten?" He asked softly. He'd let you decide and see where you felt like going. This whole thing was for you after all.

You opened and closed your mouth without making any sounds but giggles. You looked up at him and shook your head and shrugged completely flabbergasted with no idea what to do. You pointed to a path with plenty of minigames stands and what looked like plushies, enormous plushies. You almost dragged Billy behind you at the speed your legs took off, staring at the biggest stuffed cat you’ve ever seen. It had to be fake, one person couldn’t possibly own such a thing.

Billy couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at the giant cat.

"You like it?" He asked knowingly with a smirk. He found it pretty cute how you were acting.

“How does it work? There’s so many sizes an-and they’re HUGE! I want it! Please! How?!” You threw at him all at the same time, bouncing excitingly in front of him holding his two hands.

He laughed, shaking his head at how over excited you were.

"With this one, you gotta take these darts," he explained, gesturing to the darts before looking back at you.

"You gotta throw 'em and hit those stars to get points. You get to pick a prize dependin' on how many points you have," he finished, his voice patient as he let you soak it in.

You squinted at the very small red ones between the bigger stars, it had to be super tricky to hit them and you probably wouldn’t be super good at it but you still wanted to try.

“Can I try?” You asked with a cute timid smile.

His lips tugged up as he nodded.

"Yeah, but you wanna look at the others first? They got different prizes and games. You might like another one better," he suggested, eyes drifting to the long line of stalls with other little games and prizes to be won.

“Really?” You said whirling around and indeed saw different theme plushies and your body instantly gravitated toward them. He let you lead, his hand still holding yours as he followed wherever it was you wanted to go. You stopped in front of a small stall so abruptly Billy almost walked into you. You stared at the candied apples and gave Billy a wide grin. You looked at the different kinds they had and wondered which one you wanted to try. You pointed to the bright red ones and turned to Billy,

“Can I have one, please?” you asked politely.

He smirked at your tone and nodded, grabbing some money from his pocket before trading it for the candied apple. He handed it to you with a raised brow, once again curious about how you'd react. He wasn't sure just why he found you so fascinating but he did.

You opened your mouth and tried to bite into it but quickly realized it wasn’t going to be as easy as it seemed. You frowned at it and tried again a few times and ended up rubbing the apple on your nose by accident.

“How am I supposed to bite into that?” you chuckled, rubbing at the sticky red spot on your nose. You wondered if they expected you to break your teeth trying to pierce the hard candied shell. A lightbulb lit up in your head and you looked up at Billy with a raised eyebrow wondering...

Billy had watched you the entire time with an amused look on his face. He wasn't sure how a vixen like you could be so adorable and cute but you managed to balance it pretty well.

"Havin' trouble?" He snorted, trying not to outright laugh at you.

“Well I never thought I’d ask that ever but...looks like I’m in need of those fangs,” you chuckled handing him the candied apple while walking down the line of stalls holding his hand.

He shot you a devilish smirk, his fangs poking out a little as he did. He took the apple and sank his sharp teeth into it with a crack. When he handed it back, he was smirking again as his tongue raked over his top teeth.

"Gotta say… those words might just get you in trouble," he teased, leaning closer to you and nipping your cheek playfully. They may have affected him just a little.

You made a cute squeal of fear and giggled, hiding your face in his sweater.

“Please don’t eat me, I’m not done with my apple,” you mumbled into his chest taking a peek at him with one curious eye. He still scared you when he got mad, deep down you knew not to cross him and disappoint him. But you felt yourself more and more comfortable with his other self when he was in a good mood. The way he has been treating you lately definitely changed the way you saw him now.

He grinned as he moved away a little, grabbing your jaw and tilting your face to his. He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours teasingly, a wicked smirk on his lips.

"Thought you liked it when I ate you, kitten?" He purred, eyes dancing with mischief as he looked at you.

You chuckled at his innuendo and closed the gap, kissing him. He tasted sweet like candy and you hummed licking your lips. He pulled you closer as he growled, his mouth devouring yours greedily. To passers-by, you both looked like a sweet couple in love. When he moved away, he flashed you a smile before he grabbed your hand and pulled you along once more.

You munched on your candied apple sharing a few bites with Billy as you walked down the paths. Sometimes you'd stop to look at people trying their best at the mini-games and by now you had a pretty good idea which ones you wanted to try.

"Can we try some rides maybe before I get a plushie?" You asked, thinking it'd be best to have your hands free seeing how intense some of them were. You looked around at the rides and considered the ones that didn't make you want to puke the apple you just ate. You felt your stomach turn just looking at some of them and you shook your head with a definitive nope at those ones.

"Probably a good idea. Which one's you wanna try?" He asked, looking down at you. It almost felt weirdly normal being here with you. You weren't trying to run or ask anyone for help. You seemed happy by his side and he was pleased so far with your behavior.

You hesitated between two rides so far, one was a chair swing ride but had only single seats and you knew right away Billy wouldn't let you get on it alone. You looked at it a bit longer, imagining how it must be like flying and feel so freeing.

"Can you fly?" You asked spontaneously with a small frown. You knew some of his abilities and it wouldn't really surprise you at this point.

Billy's head whipped to you, shock and mirth all over his face as he tried to figure out if you were joking or not. When he realized you were being deadly serious, he blinked at you for a long moment.

"Uh… no. Unfortunately," he snorted, an amused smirk on his lips. He really couldn't couldn't believe you'd asked him that.

“That one can make you fly,” you said pointing to the chair swing ride with a dreamy look.

“But that doesn’t seem like your style. What about that one?” You smiled sheepishly and turned to point at the other ride which he'd be able to join you. It wasn't as fast as some but you'd end up with your head upside down and twirling around.

"Alright. If you need to throw up, aim away from me," he muttered as he led you towards the ride as you rolled your eyes at him.

Billy helped you get safely strapped to the seat next to him while you tucked your dress safely under your legs. You were wearing leggings but you did it anyway, copying some of the other girls you've seen. You kicked your legs and grinned widely at him, the adrenaline kicking in already. A man went around, making sure everyone was safely strapped and tucked in their seats before starting the ride.

"Get ready," Billy warned from next to you, smirking wickedly at you. You'd either love it or hate it and he wasn't sure which one would be more satisfying for him.

You laughed, squealed and screamed your heart out for the entire ride. It wasn't like anything you've felt before and the rush of it still coursed through your veins when Billy helped you down. You were still laughing and gripped Billy’s sweater tightly, trying to regain your balance from spinning around so much.

"Have fun?" He grinned, your happiness infecting him a little as he watched you feeling a weird heat spread through his body.

"That was awesome!" You giggled, nodding your head quickly at Billy and embraced him, your happiness overwhelming both of you. He wrapped his arms around you and your laughter felt like it climbed into his hollow chest and filled it right up. For the briefest of moments, he forgot he was a vampire and you were his pet. It was as jarring as a punch to the face and he pulled away, clearing his throat as he tried to come up with a reasonable excuse as to why he'd felt that way at all. Nostalgia from the carnival? Pity for you since he knew what a shitty childhood you had and he related in some sense?

“What’s that one?” you pointed at two big connected houses with music and lights. Billy glanced over to it, happy for a distraction from his worrying thoughts.

"It's a fun house," he replied, looking from the big house to you curiously. It seemed like it was connected to a mirror maze too and Billy tilted his head as an interesting idea popped into his head that would certainly take his mind off the way he'd been feeling.

You adjusted your dress and made sure your hair wasn't all over the place before slowly and curiously leaning toward it. You stopped after taking one step to look behind you at Billy, who was looking at you with a wicked smirk on his face. You reached to take his hand a little uncertain as to what was going on in his head.

"C'mon, I think you'll like it," he smirked vaguely as he tugged you along. He made his way to the worker manning the front of the attraction , giving him a charming smile as he looked right into his eyes.

"Don't let anyone else come in here until we leave," he muttered, using his compulsion on him. He didn't need anyone walking in and seeing you in the state he was planning on getting you into. The man nodded with a smile and Billy pulled you to the entrance.

“Wait, why?” You said frowning and looking back at the man just standing there like nothing happened. You didn’t understand what was happening and it sprouted a small seed of anxiety in your belly.

"Trust me, it's much better without a bunch of assholes gettin' in your way. I want you to enjoy it," he shrugged, giving you an innocent look. It wasn't a lie either but he wasn't really telling you the whole truth.

You nodded back at him but something still felt off as you followed him inside the funhouse. The first thing you both came across was something resembling a giant hamster wheel. Billy smirked to himself as he gestured for you to go first. He'd be having a lot of fun at your expense.

"Ladies first," he grinned mischievously.

You gave him an annoyed look and went first trying to jump over it but obviously failing and staggering on the way out.

“I did not fall!” You said, cutting off any smart remarks about to come out of his mouth, chuckling.

He snorted as he made his way through it with ease, not even a hair out of place as he shot you a smug look.

"Of course not. My graceful little kitty cat," he smirked, looking like he was trying not to laugh. Because he was.

“We land on our paws!” You replied from ahead of him, hopping over small obstacles. It was something you read in your books and you were proud to share the knowledge.

He smiled to himself at how cute you were as he followed along behind you. Part of him was waiting for you to fall over or something so he could find some amusement but you were doing a good job so far. The fun house wasn't what he really wanted to get through though. He'd let you have your fun and then he'd have his.

“Hey look! We have to slide down to get to the other place!” You looked back at him with a grin and hurried to slide off ahead of him not waiting, your giggles echoing down the bright red tube.

He rolled his eyes with a groan. Of course there would be a goddamn slide. He hopped on and slid down after you quickly. He hardly expected you to still be at the bottom and he barreled into you with a grunt as you both fell to the floor.

“Ow! I was there!” You said laughing out loud from under him on the floor, you couldn’t stop laughing.

He gave you a mock dirty look before he shook his head and huffed a laugh.

"You're supposed to get off when you get to the bottom, sweetheart," he snorted as he got to his feet, taking your hand and pulling you up too.

“I was waiting for you!” You added between chuckles, tiptoeing to nuzzle his nose playfully.

"Never wait at the bottom of a slide. Best way to get hurt," he chuckled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. You were being too cute, he couldn't help it.

“Duly noted,” you said, turning and looking around the new attraction you found yourselves in. You walked forward but hit a panel of glass almost walking into it face first. You staggered and frowned, trying to understand just what the hell was going on.

A delighted laugh left Billy's lips as he watched you and the confusion on your face.

"Welcome to the mirror maze," he grinned, his dark eyes sweeping the place you were both now in. The place was dimly lit, panels of glass and mirrors designed to confuse and disorient the people inside. He moved to stand behind you, his hands on your lower stomach as he pulled you flush against his body. He ran his nose up your neck to your ear as he felt excitement bloom inside of him.

"Wanna play a game, kitten?" He purred, nipping at your ear.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked, turning around to face him. You leaned back on the glass panel behind you and played with the hem of his sweater.

He gave you a wicked smirk as he leaned in, giving you a quick but dirty kiss with his hand holding your jaw. When he pulled away, his face had changed, fangs out and red eyes glinting with excitement and something a lot darker. More primal. The hold on your face tightened as he looked down at you and felt the beast coming to the forefront. You let out a small squeal of fear at his other face, not seeing this coming at all. One minute so sweet and the other monstrous. He brushed his lips against yours, savoring how your heart picked up at seeing this side of him.

"Run," he growled with a smirk, letting go of your face as he tilted his head and stared at you.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You bolted into the maze with both arms in front of you trying to get as far in as you could. You kept hitting the invisible glass panels making you groan in frustration everytime, your anxious reflection stared back at you from every possible angle. He gave you a head start before he took off after you. He wouldn't use his vamp speed, that would just suck the fun out of it. He zoned in on your rapidly beating heart as he felt the thrill on the hunt singing throughout his body. It made him feel so alive. He hadn't been able to have a good hunt since he got to Frank's since he had to behave.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," he laughed darkly, moving through the dark maze with ease as he followed your scent and your heartbeat.

You chuckled yet your heart was hammering from the instinctual need to flee from him. You let out a small scream seeing his scary red eyes glare back at you. You couldn’t understand where he was coming from with all the mirrors and you just bolted again. Only this time running into the panels hard with how fast you were going.

"I see you," he teased in a singsong voice, enjoying your anxiety and how your panic seemed to increase as he got closer. He'd always enjoyed toying with his food and although he wouldn't be eating you, he was sure having fun messing with you.

You turned a corner and stayed put, trying to melt into the mirror and use the blindspot to your advantage instead. He was gonna catch up to you sooner or later, might as well go down in a fight. You were pretty sure he was just playing with you, meeting Frank and Karen later he’d want to behave but you couldn’t push down the need to flee, to survive.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You've never been that good at runnin' away, have you, kitten?" He asked condescendingly, moving around the corner and seeing you there. A menacing smile painted his lips as he slowly advanced on you. You took him off guard by running toward him, pouncing into his arms with a playful roar, baring your cute human fangs at him. He burst out laughing, his face changing back to his normal one as he grabbed your legs so they wrapped around him fully. He hadn't expected that from you but he couldn't help the smile on his face when he looked up at you.

“See, I gotcha!” You grinned back at him, hooking your legs and arms safely around him.

“Would I make a good vampire you think or I need to take monster classes?” you added playfully laughing, replaying your little pouncing act on him.

"I think you'd be a sneaky little vampire," he chuckled, setting you back on your feet and backing you up until your back hit a mirror. He was already hard from the chase but your words made him ache. He'd thought about turning you quite a bit but he could never figure out just what you'd be like as a vampire. You were just so sweet and innocent, it was hard to imagine you as a predator. He pressed his body against yours so you could feel how you affected him, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

You hummed feeling his soft lips on your neck and like he flickered a switch inside you, your body already wanted him. You rested your head on the mirror behind you and reached down to tug at his belt playfully.

“I thought you said no naked in public,” you teased, running your fingertips inside the band of his jeans.

He chuckled against the skin of your neck, sucking on it hard enough to leave behind a mark before he moved to look at you.

"Why'd you think I said not to let anyone in?" He asked with a raised brow and an amused smirk. He swiftly turned you around so you were face to face with your own reflection, a hand winding around your throat lightly and keeping you upright with your back to his chest. He leaned his head over one of your shoulders as he made eye contact with you through the mirror.

"Look how pretty you are, kitten," he mused in a low voice, eyes sweeping over your reflection as the fingers around your throat flexed.

You moaned loudly looking back at your flushed reflection, eyes going back and forth between the two of you. You arched your back, pressing your ass harder against the hard bulge in his jeans with a smirk.

“How are you gonna take me with no furniture around?” you asked his reflection, raising a curious brow up at him.

His smirk widened at your words and a hand slid up your dress, splaying on the skin of your stomach.

"You don't need furniture," he murmured, his hand sliding into your leggings and gliding through your soaked folds.

"You're gonna watch yourself as I fuck you. Watch how beautiful you are when you come undone for me," he purred, teasing your clit slowly with his eyes glued to you through the mirror.

His dirty words sent a jolt of pleasure through you and you moaned loudly, the sounds echoing around you both. The whole thing was so erotic you didn’t know where to look as the mirrors around you showed you every possible angles. You moved your hands down to your hips and slid your leggings off your hips, wanting to give him more access to your cunt.

“Please take me,” you whispered between panting and small needy noises. You met your own gaze and blushed at your boldness.

His body was thrumming with excitement and he groaned at your words, his hand moving from your throat to bend you over just enough so he could slam into you. He let out a loud moan of relief and finally being inside of you again, like he'd been waiting to get his next fix. You let out a gasp of pleasure, your hands clawing at the mirror in front of you for support as you pushed back to take him deeper. You looked up at him behind you and gave him a sheepish grin, biting your lip. The whole thing embarrassing you and making you blush profusely yet you couldn’t stop looking back at the two of you fucking.

"Eyes on you, kitten," he demanded roughly, punctuating his words with a few hard thrusts as his hands bit into your hips. You always felt deliciously tight no matter how many times he fucked you and he was moaning with each snap of his hips to yours. You tried very hard to keep your eyes open looking back at your own reflection, sneaking in quick glances at his handsome grunting face. You pushed back with your arm, meeting each of his hard thrust back and let out small moans with each one. He couldn't take his eyes off your face, delighting in every reaction you had. You were absolutely captivating as he rut into you like a man possessed. He moved a hand to rub circles around your clit as his moans got louder and more intense. Watching you like this has his release approaching rapidly.

“Oh, Billy, baby,’ you whispered softly as you felt your climax build up inside you. It took you off guard, eyes snapping wide open up at him in surprise. You never had used any term of endearment before, you barely used his first name.

His movements faltered a little at your unexpected words and he wondered just which porno you'd gotten that from. He didn't let it catch him off guard for long though, he started fucking into you harder and faster, fingers still rubbing maddening circles around your clit as he braced his other hand on the mirror for leverage.

"Eyes on you," he growled, warning lacing his tone as he went at you hard.

You glared back at him for a second before moving your eyes to your own. You felt on the verge of coming, your eyes shutting closed and rolling back in your head.

“Billy, I-I,” you tried to say before coming undone loudly under him, looking back at you moaning and gasping for air, your eyes hooded and mouth open in an endless oh.

A long drawn out groan left his lips as he came hard, watching you and feeling you clamping down around him. He felt the euphoria flooding his system as he spilled himself inside of you. He pulled out of you with a groan, helping you pull your leggings back up as he basked in his high. You caught your breath leaning against the mirror in front of you, your breaths fogging the glass. You closed your eyes for a moment and chuckled, basking in the purring inside you. Your brain was jello and you couldn’t say anything but pleased hums. He turned you around, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled your hair sweetly. He loved the change in your scent after he'd fucked you and how it was mixed with his.

"My good girl," he murmured softly, soaking you in for a moment before you both had to leave to the loud and bright carnival.

“Cotton candy and giant plushies, please,” you mumbled in his sweater, holding him close to you for one last greedy moment with him alone. He chuckled, kissing the top of your head before he moved away and grabbed your hand. He figured you deserved the cotton candy and giant plushies. He led you through the rest of the maze before back outside to all the noise and bright flashing lights. He felt relaxed and settled now, his hand clutching yours as he made a beeline for the cotton candy.

“It’s like eating puffs of clouds that melt in your mouth,” you said, tearing another pinch of the fluffy cotton candy he just bought you. You were walking back to the stalls with all the plushies to win and tried to find the one you picked earlier.

Billy grabbed some of the cotton candy, popping it into his mouth before shooting you a toothy grin.

"Alright, which game?" He asked as he glanced to the many stalls with games set up.

“Darts,” you said without a doubt and stopped in front of the one with the giant plushie you wanted.

“I want this one,” you said loudly to the man owning the stall and to Billy, pointing to it. Your voice didn’t waver, you knew what you wanted and it was that one. You were leaving with it. Billy scrunched his face up when he looked at it, shaking his head.

“You and everyone else, my dear,” the man said in friendly chuckles welcoming you and Billy to his stall. Billy handed him the money before looking back at you.

"Give it your best shot, kitten," he smirked as he gestured to the darts.

You picked one and it felt heavier than you expected. You tried to aim before throwing it forward, hoping for the best. You hit the wall but didn’t land on a star. You groaned, taking the second dart and trying a different approach. It hit one of the big stars and you bounced up happily giving Billy a huge grin. The last one didn’t even bite into the wall as it hit it with a loud thud before falling to the floor. You turned with a big pout, knowing you wouldn’t get the big plushie.

Billy heaved a sigh as he glanced from your little disappointed face to the god awful plushie you had your eye on. With a roll of his eyes, he handed the man more money before he snatched up some new darts. He hit all the stars with the biggest points effortlessly, much to the man's chagrin as he looked at him in disbelief.

"We'll take that one," Billy muttered, pointing to the plushie you picked. The man handed it over and Billy wasted no time in passing it to you. Like hell he'd be walking around carrying the damn thing.

You picked it and could barely put your arms around it. You waved goodbye to the man and turned to Billy, standing on tiptoes to give him a thankful kiss, taking your time to savor the cotton candy taste on his tongue. He kissed back, his hand cradling the back of your head. He always enjoyed it when you were grateful for something he'd done. He had been treating you extremely well. He liked that you knew how lucky you were.

"Thanks, I love it!" You said, unable to stop grinning, rubbing your nose on his. His lips curled into a smile as he moved away.

"Good girls get rewards," he smirked as he grabbed your hand again and tugged you along. The day was going surprisingly well. Part of him had really expected you to try to run or cause a scene but he was glad his training seemed to have worked. You seemed to want to be there with him. He was happy things were going well. It was refreshing compared to how it used to be. It was much more fun to have a pet he could take places than one he had to keep locked up and worried they'd run away.

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"Hey, look! It's Karen and Frank!" You said waving at them down the path coming up your way. Billy glanced over, suppressing a groan. It wasn't that he didn't want to see his friends but it was almost an instinctive reaction after how Frank had been with him since the Castle massacre. But Frank had been good the past few days now and Billy had to remind himself of that. He was happy to have his friend back, he'd missed him. He led you over to the pair as he shot them a smile.

Karen grinned at you and pointed to your enormous plushie, her jaw almost hitting the floor. It made you giggle and you turned it around to show it properly.

"It's great, isn't it? Billy won it for me!" You said brightly looking up, beaming at him. He gave you a smile as he shifted a little where he stood. It wasn't like he'd done something amazing or anything. He didn't like the looks he got at that statement. Karen was just as much in love with it as you. She took it to take a closer look and gave Billy a warm smile before giving it back to you with a little roar sound. You giggled, remembering the scene in the house of mirrors earlier with Billy. Frank looked at the plushie and  snorted loudly, shaking his head at it. It had to be a fucking vampire themed one, not a normal cute and innocent looking one. A fucking vampire themed one with the lil' fucking fangs, high collar and everything.

"We'll, I'll be damned," Frank said grinning and gripping Billy’s shoulder, giving it a small shake and making Billy roll his eyes.

Billy fucking Russo winning a plushie for a lady. That was awfully kind of him to do so and Frank was pleasantly surprised by it but it confused him just as much. Why would he get his pet a plushie and play this kind act bullshit if he was using her as a slave. Was he toying with her? The thought sent a redhot wave of anger through his body and he remembered he swore to stop fighting Billy in front of her. He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulder to calm down.

“Alright. Did you get any food yet? Wanna eat?” Frank asked you directly with a smile. He turned to look at Karen and Billy to see if they felt like stopping for food.

"Uh, I had a candied apple and some cotton candy," you replied with a shrug. You haven't eaten anything close to a meal yet, forgetting about it since Billy didn't eat. Your belly growled loudly at the mention of food and you gave Frank a bashful smile.

Frank grinned at you and put his arm around your shoulder in a friendly manner. Billy had to repress the urge to growl as he watched on with careful eyes.

“Then let me show you the wonders of carnival junk foods,“ he said, moving you toward the food corner. You grinned back at him and followed him, keeping a tight hold on Billy’s hand tailing behind you. Karen gave Billy a look not to fight Frank and a smirk as she wrapped her arm around Billy's waist. She knew Frank just wanted to spoil you and take care of you. He didn’t mean anything bad by it. Sometimes she wondered if he liked having you around because of your untainted innocence, reminding him of his Lisa. Billy heaved a sigh. He knew you weren't in any danger with Frank and he decided to let go of your hand as he walked with Karen a little behind the pair of you. If it got Frank off his goddamn back then let him spoil you a little.

"Why don't you get us a table, Y/N?" Karen asked with a kind smile. She wanted to give you something to do, make you feel useful and like you were capable of doing something on your own. She knew Billy was unimpressed by the glare he gave her but she didn't care.

"Yeah! I can do that," you said nodding and looking at Billy for approval. He pursed his lips, shooting Karen another glare before he huffed.

"Behave," he muttered as he leveled a look at you, his voice light but he knew you'd hear the warning in his words.

You nodded at Billy and turned around to look for a free table and found one not too far off. You walked toward it purposely, wanting to get there before someone else sat down. You were so focused on the table you didn't look where you were going and tripped on a huge cable laying on the ground. You fell forward and collided with someone's back with a Oomph! still holding on to your plushie which took most of the fall for you. Billy's head whipped to you from where he was standing with Karen and Frank. He should have known something would go wrong. He rolled his eyes as he started to make his way over to see if you were okay. He'd be pissed if you'd gone and injured yourself.

"Hey! Watch it you stupid cunt!" The man yelled as he whirled around to glare at you. The front of his shirt was drenched with the beer he spilled because of you. Billy stopped in his tracks, the words sending a white hot rage through him he hadn't felt in a long while. He was almost stunned by the man's outburst. He had to remind himself he was in public as his fangs tried to descend in his rage.

"I'm sorry! I tripped I-I didn't mean to-" you stopped speaking abruptly when he violently threw the rest of his drink on your plushie. You scrambled to your feet to sit down at the table turning your back on him. Choking sobs shook your body as you hid your face in your arms, the ruined plushie next to you. You didn't mean to trip and spill his drink, it was an accident and you said sorry too. Why did he have to be so mean and ruin your day? His words hurt you deep inside, the stabbing pain of rejection and failure raw and painful. Billy was going to be furious at you for making a scene in public and making a fool of him in front of everyone. Your mind was going a hundred miles an hour thinking about all the different ways he'd punish you. You felt a soft hand on your shoulder and you squealed in fear. You looked up to Karen sitting next to you with a tray of food. She gave you a weak smile and held you tightly to her chest. Her motherly touch soothing your racking sobs. Please don't let him hurt me you thought, holding on to her for dear life.

Billy was more than livid. It was bad enough the way the asshole spoke to you but then he went and ruined something of yours and worst of all, made you cry. No one made his pet cry like that. He stalked over to the guy, a murderous look on his face.

"You made a mistake, asshole," he smirked menacingly, his voice low and eerily calm sounding. The man was as good as dead.

"That right? You should teach your runt how to fuckin' walk!" He said loudly getting in Billy's face. Billy laughed darkly as he fought the urge to let his face change and just kill the asshole right here. He stepped even closer, raising his brows as he looked right in the piece of shit's eyes.

"Get on the ferris wheel, when you get to the top, jump out and kill yourself," Billy grinned, using his compulsion on him. The man had a glazed look in his eyes for a moment before he nodded, making his way over to the ferris wheel not too far away. Billy watched, a sick thrill running through him at what was about to happen.

Frank's mouth hung open in shock for a moment, eyes darting from Billy to the man who was now in line for the ferris wheel. He marched over, ready to get to the man but Billy grabbed him roughly.

"I don't think so," Billy growled, eyes flashing red before he pushed it down. Frank looked at him with such disgust and shock that Billy felt like he'd been smacked across the face. But he channeled the pain he felt at it into more anger.

"What the fuck, Bill? You're just gonna… I can't let this happen. I ain't about to just let him kill himself like that," Frank hissed at him.

"He deserves it for makin' her cry," Billy shrugged casually, a lazy smirk on his face. He knew Frank was pissed at him and he was buying time, noticing the guy get on the ferris wheel out of the corner of his eye.

Frank was in disbelief. Of course he knew how unhinged and cold Billy could be, it was why there was such a rift with them. But it had been a long time since he'd seen Billy pull some shit like this and it never failed to shock and disappoint him. It never failed to hurt him at just how much Billy had changed. He didn't understand. You were just a pet to Billy. Property. He didn't buy all the nice shit he'd been doing, no matter how much Karen kept going on at him telling him she was sure Billy cared about you. It was all bullshit. It was mind games and sick psychological warping he was doing to you and it made Frank sick. But this was crossing another line and Frank was done. This wasn't about you being upset. This was about Billy being a possessive piece of shit.

You've been watching the man walk away from Billy with some relief they didn't end up fighting or worse. Frank really seemed angry at both Billy and the other guy as he kept glancing back at him while speaking to Billy. Karen was still holding you but she seemed a bit tense, like she was spaced out. You sniffed your tears away and hoped Billy wouldn't take you home right away. The thought sent another loud sob rip out of your rest as you looked at him walk back to you.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! Please don’t be angry with me. Please don't put me in the cl-" the rest of your plea was muffled by his soft sweater as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm not mad at you. It wasn't your fault," he said firmly, moving away and cupping your face. His thumb wiped your tears away and he felt the anger spark up again at seeing your tears. He leaned in and nuzzled your cheek sweetly.

You looked up into his dark eyes, the dry sobs still racking your chest as you nodded nuzzling him back. He didn't seem mad at you or about to punish you and it confused you a bit but your thoughts were cut off as loud voices were heard from behind him. You frowned and looked around his arm to see what was happening.

"Why are they-" your voice was lost in a sea of screams and wails as you saw the man of earlier fall to his death from the ferris wheel and land with a sickening thud.

Billy's eyes were glued to the man's body as a gleeful and sinister smirk painted his lips. He felt the satisfaction sweep right through him as the scent of blood hit his nose, only heightening the sick enjoyment he was feeling. Frank stormed over to Billy and shoved him roughly but it only caused Billy to stumble back a little with a mocking laugh.

"You're sick, you know that?" Frank snarled. Billy just smirked at him.

"C'mon, Frankie. Thought you didn't like bad guys?" He asked patronizingly with a laugh.

"Bad guys… like murderers, rapists and goddamn child molesters. Not drunk assholes with an attitude," Frank sneered angrily. Billy gave him a nonchalant shrug as he raised his brows.

"Maybe he's got some skeletons in his closet? Guess we'll never know," he grinned darkly, ignoring the look Frank was giving him.

You looked from Billy to the dead man, your brain slowly processing and making the connection. Billy compelled the guy to kill himself. He died because you tripped, making him spill his drink, get angry and piss off Billy. You killed him, you killed him just like you killed that girl you buried under the trees at home. Billy moved over to you, still ignoring Frank's heated gaze as he crouched in front of you. Your heart was hammering away and he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, eyes softening for a moment as he looked at you.

"No one makes my kitten cry," he muttered, glancing at you with a dark look on his face. The fear dissipated and you felt the warm tingly feeling in your chest again. So it wasn't really your fault, Billy did it for you because the guy hurt you and made you cry. He really cared about you! You looked back at the crowd gathering around the dead body and saw the whole thing in a very different perspective. You looked up at Billy with a grin and kissed him. He kissed back, pleased he'd calmed you down but the moment was ruined by Karen.

"We're leaving," she muttered tensely as she stood up and grabbed your wrist, tugging you up and away from Billy a little. His eyes narrowed dangerously but she gave him a firm look laced with so much disappointment that it felt like his chest caved in.

"Wait, no! My plushie! Billy!" You said loudly reaching back for his hand as Karen almost dragged you away with a shocking force. Billy let out a loud growl and Karen let you go with a sad sigh, letting Billy pull you to him as he grabbed your plushie with his other hand.

"We'll meet you back at the house," Billy muttered harshly, giving both Karen and Frank a dirty look before he led you away. He had his issues with Frank but this bullshit from Karen was too much. He'd seen her kill someone with her bare hands for fucking less. She had no right to pull this shit on him now she was following along with Frank's righteous bullshit. You held on to Billy tightly and gave Karen a timid look, you liked her a lot but you didn't want her to take Billy away, no matter how angry she was with him. You were Billy's and you'd always go back to him.

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”enjoy every sandwich”

Those werewolves began to lurk in the shadows around us, and I had no idea as to whether or not they would find us and with how much ease, either. They had drawn blood from me and Abby at one point, and I knew that, since they were predators, once they caught a whiff of us, there was no letting go of us. There was no letting go of me in particular, especially when they took the most blood from me.

It was one thing when I had my worries about the vampires taking my blood for a sample: at that point, I had to tread the water so carefully lest the sharks come after me and take me under to the blackness down below.

It came to me when I found myself running along the dirt trail from behind the Iverson estate. My legs pumped hard as I searched about for a place to hide out. I kept my fists clenched all the while. They tasted blood and they wanted more. Then again, I had tasted blood and I wanted more as well.

I tasted the blood of love after my first time with Alex, and he and I both wanted it with each other. I had left a trail of honey for the wolves, and now I was lost without a rudder of some sort. I was running for my life and my heart, and I could feel the grains of time slipping out through my fingers. No time to hide and no time to dawdle about, either.

The cloud of dust wafted up from behind me. I knew that I had to reach the pavement soon because my worry was that they would see me from the other side of the crest of the hill. 

I kept on running. I kept on running even when I finally hit the pavement. There had to be some place to hide out.

The silhouettes of the trees against the rising moon told me that I was nearing the park about a block or so away from the house and the neighborhood.

A long, low howl off in the distance caught my ear, to which it sent utter chills up my spine and down my arms. But I persisted along the way. I kept going.

I needed shelter.

Gimme shelter.

I reached the edge of the park and the trees, and I spotted a small figure over by the far edge of the grass. It stood low and stout against the impending moonlight; when I slowed down a bit to let my heart stop pounding so hard and for my lungs to stop burning so much as well, I recognized the head of long smooth black hair.

“Eric?” I called out to him, and he gestured for me to come in closer to him.

I broke out into a run once again, and at that point, my legs ached from running so hard. His pale round face emerged from under the tapestry of wavy dark hair upon his head, and he extended his arms to me as if to catch me from the run.

“Eric! You have to help me—I don’t know where Alex and my sister are, and—” I swallowed and gasped as my lungs tried so hard to keep up; but he put his arms around me and held me close to his stout little body. I closed my eyes and panted hard. I swore my knees were about to buckle when he got behind me.

“Come with me,” he insisted, and he guided me into the long low building behind him, all while with one hand on my shoulder.

I caught a whiff of something clean, like that of fresh lemons.

Before I could ask him as to why we were in the men’s bathroom, he locked the door behind us. I tucked myself into the first stall of the two in there almost without even thinking about it. Eric followed me in there and closed the door.

“Do you think they’ll be able to find us in here?” I asked him, out of breath.

“I don’t really know, to be honest,” he confessed, and he took a glimpse up to the ceiling. His brown eyes seemed a bit shadowier than usual, and I knew he was about to go into vampire mode soon enough.

My heart pounded in my chest, but it slowed down. The adrenaline faded away soon enough, and I locked eyes with him as well as the crown of his head. The stall was big enough just for the two of us: a mere inch separated me from the soft flesh of his belly.

“There is something… really romantic about this,” he confessed to me.

“Why?” I sputtered. It would have made much more sense if Alex was there with me, but as far as I knew, Abby had her eye on Eric, and I had no idea about Alex’s whereabouts, either.

“Why?” he echoed me. He lowered his gaze to my waist, as well as my hips. He showed me his tongue.

“Do we really have to explain it for anyone who asks us later on?” he whispered to me.

“Eric…” I stopped in my tracks. Maybe I was a bit hard on Eric at first, especially when he bowed his head to me a bit and showed me a little smile. Maybe it seemed a little odd to me, especially when Alex wasn’t there with me, but I had a feeling to give Eric a chance. I had to give Eric a chance when I thought about how the wolves had the scent of our blood on their clothes and hands. As far as I knew, I wasn’t going to have another chance.

“Eric… I don’t know if this is the right time and place,” I confessed to him.

“But this could be it for you and me, though,” he explained, still in a near whisper of a voice. “You know, we’re stuck here and… we have a pack of wolves on our tails. We should make the most of it.”

I stopped for a moment, and I realized what he was getting at here.

A party at the end of the world and in the very end of the stalls in the men’s room as well. I shuffled my feet in closer to the corner of the stall, away from the brim of the toilet and the paper dispenser next to us. I put my arms up over my head to show him my chest, and Eric leaned into me with his arms around me and his lips locked onto my own. I held still for him as he slipped his hands underneath my shirt.

I could feel those thick fingers unhooking my bra for me.

It was so strange to think that I was doing this with another man, another man who wasn’t Alex. But if I was going to be torn to shreds and eaten alive, then I had to go by feeling the one thing I needed to feel before the blood spilled on the sand. And the love of my life wasn’t there to give it to me.

I let Eric take me under.

The feel of his tongue on my skin. His lips on my own.

I treated him to the feeling of my fingers on his skin, right below his belt.

We were in the men’s room, but I hadn’t had a care in the world, especially when he brought his lips to the rim of my ear.

“My nipples… kiss my nipples… softly…” I whispered to him. Eric lifted my shirt and exposed my chest. His lips lightly swiped the rims of my nipples, which I could feel tightening up into tight taut needles. My hips bucked from the feeling.

“Go down to my belt…” I guided him. I completely forgot we were in the men’s room, especially when I opened my eyes and looked up to the ceiling to find that the lights had extinguished. The bathroom was completely vacant as far as the wolves knew if they were coming any closer to us.

But I could only pay attention to Eric’s lips on my belly, down to my belt and onto the skin under my belly button. He undid my pants for me. I breathed harder from the feeling.

I could feel my underwear sliding off me. His lips on my crotch. Under my hood.

Carefully, he lifted my hood and lightly touched me there with his thick fingers.

“Left…” I whispered. “Go left.”

He touched me on the left side of my clit.

“Tongue?” he whispered.

“Please,” I whispered back, and I could feel myself breathing harder again.

The tip of his tongue slithered in under my hood. I breathed harder with each swipe of his tongue. I was about to get off when he slipped his tongue out of there. He stopped me right in my tracks.

“You bastard,” I whispered, and he chuckled at that. I couldn’t help but chuckle at that as well.

Eric brought his tongue back to my exposed clit and slipped it around the head as if he was licking ice cream. He was about to make me come for real that time when he took his tongue out once again.

We both chuckled to ourselves: we were facing oblivion, and thus, we may as well have a bit of fun.

But by the third time, he slipped his tongue inside again and he slid it slowly over the head of my clit. That rough, tough feeling on my clit, enough to send me flying into the wave of euphoria. I let out a long low moan which echoed over the walls of the stall. I paid no attention to the rest of the outside world all the while.

Eric treated me to a soft kiss below the belly button, and then he returned to my face.

“Feel me,” he whispered.

“Huh?”

“Feel me. Feel me under my belt.”

I slipped my hand down inside of his pants, and indeed, I could feel he was as hard as the stall walls themselves. Eric put his hands on my hips to steady me.

I knew where he was going with this.

My fingers slid around his head and his shaft, but I knew he needed a bit of help. With my other hand, I helped him take his pants off for me. I used both hands to get him off.

He treated me to a soft little groan from the feeling.

I touched him more and more with nothing more than the gentle massage of both hands. It was something that Alex loved, and I tried it on Eric. Something rich and deep. Something to ease off some of the pressure.

He let out a low whistle, and I could feel something familiar on my fingers and my palms.

“There we are,” I whispered to him. “Want something to help clean up?”

“Phew, god, please,” he sputtered out. I reached next to me for some toilet paper for him to clean himself up.

“That was great, actually,” he said aloud.

“It really was,” I confessed to him, and I rested one hand on his chest.

“Do you think that you could face oblivion with this on your conscience?”

“On my conscience? You say that like we just committed a murder together.” I nestled closer to him, still with our backs pressed up against the wall of the bathroom stall. He unlocked the door for us and let me out first. The lights flickered on over our heads right then, but silence emanated from outside.

“I think the wolves are gone?” he told me in a hushed voice.

“So we can get back home?” I asked him as I fixed the button on my jeans.

“I believe so,” he assured me, and he took me by the hand and led me out of there and into the darkness of the night. I had a feeling that I was going to be with Alex after all, hopefully for the end of the world party. “Come on. Let’s get to safety.”