#until he inevitably dies from either stress or the demons and is sent to hell (which he knows is real)?

[yappacadaver]

and it's like despite all the awful shit he's done and continues to do, like, i get it. he's employed like 24/7/365. he never got to live a life, despite spending a childhood clinging to the hope of having one someday. He knew companionship and love but lost it and can't ever get it back. His circumstances are so anomalous and gruesome that it completely isolates him from pretty much every other human being on the planet. he knows hell is real and he is basically guaranteed to go there if he can't break this demon curse thing.

like it doesn't make the kidnapping and spreading the curse around any better, but i do get it.

[fictioninmyblood]

Between Twilight

Summary: Y/N breaks up with her ex a few weeks prior to halloween and the day of the dead. She takes a vow of celibacy, but little does she know, a dead ex has bargained his way out of hell for one last night with her. He didn’t come back to become her angel, just emerged from the shadows to drink her light for a last time and hopefully turn out her halo. She prays for a guardian angel but her gift is a territorial demon.

A/N: Literally been writing this all Halloween night into today, the Day of the Dead, hardly proofread.

A/N: Mature 18+, consume at your own risk.

A/N: Also, idk if this needs to be said, but I mostly only write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

Y/N was tired of leaving her house. It seemed with the upcoming season of mischief and eclipse season starting that the world and those around her, or even once had the privilege to be around her, was causing all types of discord in her life.

Her job that was barely paying her enough to even be able to afford to take public transit there cut her hours, again. They also sent more merchandise to the store than there was space both on the floor and in the receiving backroom so everybody was stressed all the time. Not to mention her, one of her supervisors has been handsier than usual and when she brought it up everyone including management dismissed her. 

To make matters worse, her toxic ass ex has been popping up either at the beginning or the end of her shift, standing around just watching her from the display tables or even from his car outside. For what reason? She doesn’t know since she was under the impression they were done and that was that. He was the one that constantly berated her for ever having any emotional reaction to anything. Nothing she did was ever good enough and he always demanded she keep changing herself despite convincing her she was ‘everything he had been praying for’ when they first met. So imagine her shock when after months of no contact, he started popping up. She tried to dismiss it at first as simply an inevitable crossing of paths in a small town, but now she was just always on edge.

The exhaustion didn’t just come from the chaos of her days, but also the restlessness of her nights. Since ending her relationship, she’d taken a vow of celibacy that she thought would solve all her problems, but it seemed to be creating more. No matter how many times she made herself cum, she was always dissatisfied far more than any mediocre sex she’d had with any man that left her with not one release. It was frustrating and it turned her yearning for a satisfying orgasm up to a million especially when her best sexually satisfying partner was haunting her dreams. Young. A fuckboy of a man, who gave her the run around, dragging her heart behind him as bait. A man of few words and exploding passion, who was a selfish bastard unless he was pleasuring a woman. The one man that opened her to the depths her pleasure could take her. And she really could only call it a haunting since he’d died just over a year prior.

Little did she know, he hadn’t forgotten her either, even in death. In fact he’d used this time of profound alignment to bargain his way out of hell for just one more night with her. Prepared her mind by showing her just how he’d make up for lost time.

Two days before Halloween he scared her ex into an asylum, making it clear that the man would pay exponentially if he ever stalked Y/N again. The night before Halloween he convinced her supervisor to turn himself in to the police not just for the harassment, but also for every rape he actually committed. Imagine her surprise when she walked into work Halloween morning to find the police questioning the staff and was allowed to go home afterwards being told the business would be closed until the investigation was over. Seems management looked the other way because some of them were in on it.

She was ecstatic. Unlike her coworkers who had big Halloween plans to prepare for, she was going home to snuggle into the softness of her sheets with a full belly and a book, just the kind of night she’d been craving to revel in for months. She could stress over being jobless tomorrow. Y/N showed herself some love with a hot shower and an even hotter bath followed by a good rubdown with her homemade shea butter. She put on her best negligee and her fuzziest socks. After making a healthy heaping of pasta and bringing along a large glass of wine, Y/N plopped onto her comfy couch wrapped in her plush blankets, put on a familiar movie in her background and posted up with her latest steamy romance novel.

The movie she’d put on was rolling the end credits when she woke up with drool hanging from her mouth and her book slumped on her chest. The sun had just set leaving an orange hue on the clouds as the blue of the sky darkened which pulled her in for a few minutes. This is what she loved about living, what she wished she could have more time to admire. The moments when creation showed off just a little and revealed just how magical life was if you only knew where to look. Over the years she’d given up hope that she’d find someone to share the wonder her eyes found in everyday moments, now content to keep the wonder for herself.

She put the kettle on as she cleaned up the dishes of dinner and pulled out a few cookies to go with her tea. On her way to her bedroom she turned out the kitchen light and scooped up the book, failing to notice the visitor watching her from the shadow cloaked reading nook in the corner of her apartment. Nor did she see him follow her into the room and perch himself on her ottoman as she placed her tea and cookies on her nightstand and removed her socks to get comfortable under her covers.

The man spoke before she could sit, “It’s just like you to be a perfect balance of soft and sinfully sexy,” startling her to the floor. He quirked his head and added, “and just as clumsy as ever. Has nothing about you changed?”

Y/N stared up from the floor trying to process her unwelcome visitor and the words coming out his mouth.

“Young? Is that you?” she asked shakily.

He got up from his seat, seeming to tower over her in a way he never had before, practically stretching the material of his shirt and pants at his shoulders and thighs. If she didn’t know better, she would say he’d found a gym in the afterlife and gone beast mode. He looked better than ever in a fitted black T-shirt, painted black pants, his locs fresh and braided back, and a simple gold chain to match the vampiric golds in his mouth.

“I go by Blood now, but yeah babygirl, it's me, in the flesh. In a manner of speaking.”

“Young S-,” he pinned Y/N with an icy glare, daring her to speak his full name, especially his middle one, “-Blood.”

“If you’d like to keep that pretty voice of yours, I suggest you call me by last name now. Just my last name.”

“Boy, I ain’t use no nicknames when we were together and I damn sure am not going to start now.” Y/N glared back at him, not one to back down from a challenge, “Young.”

Blood clapped his hands together and smiled with a sinful glee. “There she is! I thought she’d been killed off from dealing with the dusty ass niggas you’ve been entertaining in my absence.”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Blood gripped her up by her throat, gently tugging her into a standing position. “Just because I welcome your claws coming out again, doesn’t mean I won’t take pleasure in clipping them back down.”

Maintaining eye contact, Y/N grabbed ahold of his balls squeezing and rolling them around her hand just a tad too aggressively. “Don’t forget I’m just as capable of clipping yours.”

Blood tightened his grip on her throat and leaned close to her face so that their breaths mingled together and she could easily see the red of his eyes. “Don’t test me little one, I’m not the man you once knew and I am having trouble not tearing you apart as it is.”

A little frightened and turned on by his obvious transformation and statement, Y/N released her grip on his balls, laying her hands against his chest, swallowing thickly as she nodded her head and hummed her assent. A hum that quickly turned into a moan when Blood ran a lone thumb whose nail grew to a sharp point along her breastbone and down her negligee, ripping it open and drawing the slightest bit of blood. Her moans grew louder when he let the rough flat of his tongue lick up the thin line and latch onto her nearby waiting nipple.

Her flat hands gripped the back of his neck as he continued to lave at both her breasts, bringing their nipples to diamond points, every so often nibbling on them and even nicking her areolas to suck on a little of her blood there too. He groaned at the feel and taste of her, relieved to finally have her back in his hands and mouth, satisfied to finally taste the one part of her that was new to him.

Blood released her for a few moments easing her to a lying position on the bed, savoring her glazed over eyes, the quick rise and fall of her chest, and the tight nipples resting in the center of her chocolate areolas. “I still remember the smell and taste of your orgasms, but for the life of me I can’t remember what you sound like mamas, all the different noises you’re capable of making.”

Y/N cracked her eyes at him, astonished by the pleasure coursing through her veins despite the little attention he’d shown her body.

“Let’s remember together just how many noises I can get you to make, huh?”

Before she could register his words, Blood had her in the center of the bed with her knees almost hugging her ears. He dove in face first, making sure to wipe his face in the juices she already had pooling out of her. He looked down at her pussy in awe. “See lil mama? I ain’t even done nothing yet and she’s already gushing for me.” Y/N started moaning when he gave her lower lips a french kiss and was unable to keep quiet the rest of the night.

After Blood tongued her down like he was scared he was going to lose his tongue he added two fingers to her clenching hole. “See Y/N/N, I told you this pretty pussy missed me. Look at how she’s sucking in my fingers, like a starved little thing. You ain’t been feeding her properly?” All Y/N could do was make incoherent noises, quickly sinking into the tsunami of pleasure that only Young could plunge her into. “That’s okay, imma give her a full course meal,” Blood said as he added two more fingers and found her g-spot, rubbing against it in a come hither motion.

Y/N’s moans quieted and her mouth dropped open with a silent O as she squirted all over Blood’s face, chest, and forearms.

Blood quickly removed his fingers and used both hands to hold Y/N’s legs open as he latched his mouth over her whole pussy, lazily rolling his tongue through her folds as her orgasm seemed to keep going. He drank all that she had to give and when it seemed her faucet had no more, he started over making her orgasms bleed into one another. Blood played in and ate her pussy for what felt like forever. When she became too over sensitive and started to try and push him away, still he ate. Even when she resorted to harsh bucking and beating his shoulders with weakened blows, still he ate. He kept going until she was pliant and too weak to fight back and only then did he give her a reprieve.

A very short reprieve since he was naked with only a literal snap of his fingers. She had just mustered the strength to peel her eyes open when he rested between her legs allowing his dick to sit snugly between her folds.

Blood flashed her his signature cocky smirk, “Hey there stranger.”

Filled with a level of shyness only he could curate, Y/N squeaked out a meek “Hi” in response.

“Now I know that cute ass ain’t getting shy on me now?” He leaned in to give her a long wet kiss. “Not after I got you so open again?” He gave her another, shorter, wet kiss.

Blood pulled his hips back until the tip was nestled in Y/N’s entrance. “Huh, lil mama?” Looking down at her pretty face and glistening pussy, he started to nudge her opening, not slipping in, but teasing her with the promise of what that pressure would turn into.

Y/N shook her head and grunted, “uh uh.”

“Now you know I like it when you speak up for me Y/N, speak up mamas.”

Y/N let out a weak groan, but that was nowhere near what Blood wanted from her so he pushed the tip in dragging a deep chorus of whines from them both. Blood let his head fall back as he savored their joining. “Fuck. I knew this pussy would be worth the trip back.”

Y/N let out a weak, “please.”

Blood’s eyes snapped back to her body with bloodlust coating his eyes.

“That’s right, beg.”

He grabbed ahold of both her thighs as anchors and pushed all the way in to the hilt. Y/N was back to being his fuck doll and the only thought that she could muster was I hope this isn’t a dream because I don’t wanna wake up.

Knowing just how his babygirl liked to be filled he stayed right where he was, circling his hips in a grinding motion, doing his best to not let even a centimeter of his dick leave her precious pussy. He started out slow and soft but it didn't take long for him to get to heavily pushing his dick into her cervix, practically marking her from the inside out.

What started out as whines quickly grew to full chested sobs as Blood came in her and kept going, seeming to keep getting harder the more he came in her. To try and quiet the feral beast that would never be satisfied as well as hide his new companion from his old lover, Blood bit her neck where it joined with her shoulder. He made sure she’d have a giant hickey in the morning and laved at the little blood that escaped from the tiny wound.

Unable to keep him at bay and determined not to stop, Blood flipped Y/N over on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air. Giving her a few very ungentle spankings to both cheeks, Blood plunged back into her with no precedent eliciting a mangled groan from the limp woman beneath him.

Dissatisfied with hearing her moans muffled, Blood pulled her up by her throat holding her back to his chest as he fucked her like he’d never fuck again. She was well and truly his fuckdoll at this point, no energy to stop him or tell him to stop, at the mercy of his unforgiving pleasure, unable to stop the animalistic noises he pulled from her.

He punctuated each thrust with his words, “such a good little one, so perfect, perfect pussy, perfect fucking body, the sweetest taste, the most devine smell, the most delectable noises.” Y/N let out a half scream at the last thrust that he seemed to put some of his supernatural strength into.

“That’s it mama, scream for me.” Y/N came hard, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she slumped, suddenly passed out from the pleasure.

Blood released his tight hold on her, but refused to pull out, still hard enough to cut steel. After he eased her to the bed, softly stroking the side of her face and neck as he whispered his version of sweet nothings in her ear.

“Come back to me babygirl. I’ve missed you so much and I’ve only got so much time to appreciate you and your body before I go back. Open those pretty eyes and give me one of those glares huh? Come cuss me out before I make you cuss in contentment.”

Y/N groaned and slowly blinked her eyes open, coming back down to Earth like molasses.

“That’s a good lil mama. Now I need you to work with me so we can get one more good nut out before I have to go.”

Y/N whined and squirmed in his grasp, too scared of what more pleasure would do to her.

“Uh uh, we not done yet Y/N/N,” Blood smacked her ass, “behave.”

Y/N groaned but stilled her wiggling. Still pliant, Blood was easily able to get Y/N on her back again and position her legs around him so that they were in missionary without ever removing himself from her snatch.

Y/N looked up into the eyes of the man that was now something more and weakly groaned out, “I still hate you.”

Blood gave her a devilish smirk and replied, “I know lil mama, but that means you also still love me. Ain’t that right?” He quirked his head at her, regarding her fucked out form.

Y/N turned her head away.

Blood took each of her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the side of her head and started moving again, beginning with slow and deliberate strokes. “Look at me.”

Y/N’s body was back in tune with his but now that she’d had more than a few moments her mind wasn’t anymore so she kept her head turned away as he worked for every reaction he got out of her. Every hitch of her breath and scrunch of her brows, every pout of her lips was his to keep, but it was the love he knew would be in her eyes that Blood craved.

He pulled her arms up so he could grasp both wrists in one hand and her face in the other, but when he turned her, she closed her eyes, still unwilling to give in.

“Fine. Be that way, but keep them hands right there.”

Blood moved his hands to the crook of her knees, pushing her legs back as far as they’d go, and kept his same slow and deliberate strokes, but added more pressure behind each one. Hitting her walls harder and harder with each thrust, careful to keep all the sperm he’d dispensed thus far firmly in her pussy.

When he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her hands moved down to his chest and her eyes popped open in shock. Now that they were locked, she couldn’t look away from his burning red gaze as he marked her womb with all that he was. He couldn't even be mad she disobeyed him since he got what he wanted with the bonus of having her on his skin.

Cupping her ass cheeks in each hand he drove into her over and over, refusing to let her break his gaze. Just when she thought she could take no more he spilled into her as her most powerful orgasm consumed her from toe to head.

Blood put his lips to her ear and whispered as they came together, “Whenever you’re missing me again, come look for me on auspicious nights between twilight.” He tongued her down as the blue of the sky signaled the awakening of morning and just as her eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure he whispered out, “Happy Day of the Dead. Say hi to your grandmother for me.”

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Y/N awoke the next morning right where he left her the night before, unsure if what she had experienced was real. Just when she started to rationalize it as the most powerful haunting dream she’d had yet, she rolled out of bed and walked to her mirror. Each step made her focus on the various sore spots he’d left for her to feel over the next week and every minute in front of the mirror revealed a map of love bites and scratches that was his signature.

She guessed she could indeed find him…

…between twilight.