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omggg 1,000 notes?!! this is my most popular fic yet thank yall so much for the love!! i’ve been gone for some weeks i’m sorry your girl is outside this summer (CUT CUT CUT!!) but i wanna thank yall more stories are finna be posted! i haven’t forgot about ya’ll i’ve been writing every other day as much as i can i love yall down thanks for the support babies <3

i'm so tender on you - stack m. x fem!reader

summary: the smokestack twins left mississippi for bigger and better things, they were big fishes in a small pond, but that doesn't negate the sting you felt when stack, your boyfriend, left town without a uttering a word about it to you. not even call nor a letter to let you know he was safe in the big city of chicago. rumors on the streets about the twins return bubbled over - they were hosting a cookout and the whole neighborhood was invited - including you.

word count: 8k

warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, slight mentions of cheating, slight toxic dynamics, slight mentions of drugs, set in the 90s, light mary slander (lmaoo)

author's note: ahahaa i had a lot of fun writing this ya'll omg, this one is pretty long i just couldn't help myself!! thanks for reading ya'll much appreciated <3

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The faint sounds of Saturday morning cartoons muffled within the background of your room; it was hot today - unbearably so, and it killed you that the AC in your bedroom was busted. Your grandpa said he'd get it fix, urging you not to waste your money on a new one. One thing about your grandad - he was a staunch penny pincher - always claiming he could fix something. Stating that your generation couldn't keep money in their pockets if their life depended on it. Always splurging on unnecessary 'foolishness'. But it seemed like every time he would tinker with your AC the worse it got.

You were gonna go out and buy one today, preparing for a long winded lecture - but you'd rather hear his complaints than sitting in a hot ass house. Your niece, who was only eight years old, sat on the floor at the foot of your bed. Her brown eyes watched the cartoon in front of her intensely, Tom and Jerry was her favorite - and the only cartoon you'd tolerate watching with her. You just got done doing her hair, the twist were held in place with pink Bobos with white and pink butterfly barrettes at end of the twist.

You were glad to be done with her hair - the girl was tender headed and it felt like you were entering a boxing match every time you attempted to comb and brush through her thick tresses. You hunched over on the bed, painting your toe nails with your favorite red nail polish from your local beauty supply and your head rested on the phone that was between your shoulder and ear - listening to your best friend, Pearline, on the other side of the phone.

She wanted you to go to a kickback with her; she was messing with Sammie aka Preacher Boy who lived around the block from you. She would gush about him saying that he was the sweetest man she'd ever been with - not to mention he had the best head - telling you stories about how good he would eat her out. You would spit out a: "Girl!" every time she would share a little too much, but you were happy for her - maybe a tad bit jealous too.

You didn't want Sammie - he was like a little brother to you; it was his older cousin that made your heart race. You and Stack had a thing in the past, the relationship was heavy, intense, and passionate. You genuinely thought that he could be the one, but out of the blue he left Mississippi - with his twin brother in tow - without uttering a word about it to you. And to makes matters worse the week that he up and ghosted you found out he was fucking another girl on the side.

Mary.

You were heart broken, blowing up his pager in hopes to get some sort of answers from him - but he ignored you like the plague. Which meant you two were done.

"Who all gone be there?" You asked Pearline, careful hands slowly painted your big toe with cherry nail polish.

"Everybody, that's why you should come - it'll be fun!" She replied, you could tell she was hiding something from you.

"Who is everybody?"

A pause lingered onto the conversation, which earned an eye roll from you.

Of course...He'd be there.

News spread like wild fire around the neighborhood about the twins coming back home; you couldn't avoid the whispers about them. You were cool with Smoke - even though he kept to himself and was hard to read, but you knew he was a genuine man that held good morals within his heart.

But Stack?

He was a trifling ass man who only looked out for himself - though you did admire his fierce loyalty he had for his brother and little cousin, Sammie. But you wished that his loyalty extended towards you.

"I'm not goin', sorry sis. You have fun, though." You said cutting through the tension between you and Pearline - which made her sigh in annoyance.

"You not even gonna see him, I doubt he'd be there."

"Isn't the party at Smoke's place? You think his twin brother ain't gonna be there? Please, Stack follows Smoke around like his damn shadow." You shot back in a matter of fact tone. She couldn't argue against you about it - you were right.

If you saw one twin, the other was close by.

"Please, please come with me! I know you're still raw about it--"

"You goddamn right I'm still raw. Pearline, he left me without giving me the courtesy of tellin' me and on top of that, after everything I did for his sorry ass, he went and fucked that bitch Mary!" You shouted, cutting your friend off in the middle of her sentence.

"Swear words." Your baby niece chimed in, ear hustling the conversation you had on the phone, she couldn't understand what you were talking about due to her age, but you gave her a light mean mug - not serious enough to hurt her feelings.

"You stay outta grown folks business, watch the show or Imma kick you out my room." You reprimanded which made the girl turn her attention back onto the cartoon. A chuckle hit your ear again, Pearline's light laughter made you playfully roll your eyes.

"Look, sis. I get it - I do. But I know you don't wanna be sittin' in that hot ass house sad all night. Come out with me! Enjoy some good food, music, 'allat stuff. Fuck him, don't let him ruin your mood," she then paused as and you could tell she was smiling from ear to ear. "And some fine ass men will be there - single. It's about time you broke that dry spell."

You thought about the words she said and you thought about the pros and cons of going to the party. The pros: free booze, free bud, good music, great food, seeing friends, and potentially getting flattered by some fine ass dudes.

Cons: Elias "Stack" Moore.

"If I come you better make sure you keep him away from me." You whispered out, closing the nail polish and placing it on your wooden end table, a high pitch static scream of excitement pierced your ear through the phone - a smile clinging to your face.

"Ah! Of course! I'll come over at three - I need you to fix my hair; this girl I went to fucked me up."

"I told you! You should've just waited for me to do it."

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If it was hot inside - it was scorching outside. Sweat already formed on your body as you and Pearline walked side by side towards Smoke's home - the sound of music blast through the speakers and the smell of barbeque floated within the air made your mouth slightly water. You were ready to dance and eat. Tucking your braids behind your ear, you Pearline towards the backyard were the party resided. Opening the chain linked gate - her eyes lit up as she saw Sammie walking towards her.

"Hey, baby," He said, planting a tender kiss on her lips, holding her close towards his body. His brown irises then landed on you, giving you a warm smile. "Whatssup?" Sammie greeted you and you gave him a quick hello.

"I didn't think you was coming." Sammie chuckled out as his arm wrapped around Pearline's shoulders, lovingly leaning his weight slightly on her smaller frame.

"I wasn't - but your lil' girlfriend forced me." You jested back, which made Pearline dramatically gasp, her hand playfully slapping the warm skin on your arm.

"Sounds like her, c'mon, it's hot out here, I know you ladies could use a cold drink." Sammie tilted his head back towards the crowd that danced in the large backyard, signaling for you to follow him. The thumping of music reverberated through your body as you followed behind the couple, passing the speakers and towards the multiple coolers, 'hellos' rolling off of your lips as you briefly greeted familiar faces you saw around the neighborhood. Pearline was right - everyone was here.

"Water, beer, soda, or juice?" Sammie asked.

"Water, please." Pearline spoke as she rubbed Sammie's back, her giddy smile never fading.

"Ugh, ya'll don't got liquor?" You asked, trying your best to mask your slightly annoyed face - but Sammie could tell you weren't feeling the options he gave. With a chuckle, handing Pearline a water bottle he spoke: "We don't, technically. It's bring your own booze - but since we know you; ask Smoke, he got some stashed away, only for family."

"And I'm guessing that's the same for bud, too?" You asked with crossed arms, and Sammie nodded.

"Yea', but you're a girl, I doubt you have trouble findin' somebody who let you face a blunt or two." Sammie shrugged, which earned a jab to the side from Pearline, he quickly reassured he was only kidding.

But you knew there was some truth to within his joke. You're a pretty girl - and most of these men at the party were thirsty just to be in your presence.

"Well I ain't gonna hover over ya'll all night, I'm gonna find Smoke - I need a shot," you said but before you left you took one last gaze at Pearline, her brown eyes gazing back at you knowingly. "Make sure he don't come nowhere near me - let me know if you see him..."

"Mhm, don't worry about it." She replied.

Pushing through the crowd your eyes scanned multiple faces, trying to find the older twin within all the commotion. Couples grind against each other, oldheads getting drunk off of beers, and multiple friend groups huddled up. Some playing cards while others shared neighborhood gossip. The backyard was packed and you were thankful that there were trees around, creating multiple shady spots to cool off when needed. Noticing a familiar face leaning against a tree you slyly walked over towards him, a soft smile clinging onto your plump lips.

"Ah! If it isn't lil' big brother!" You shouted slightly over the blaring music, making Smoke snap his head towards you. Chewing on a toothpick that rested in his mouth he dipped his head towards you in respect. Smoke looked so different than the last time you saw him, he was taller and he had a stronger built. Smoke was never a scrawny man - but you could tell that he's been in the gym as his thick biceps flex with each movements of his arms.

"Whatssup," Smoke said as a sliver of a smile danced on his lips. He gave you a side hug, squeezing your shoulder slightly before letting go of you. "How you been?"

"Been better, hangin' in there, you know how it is. But whatssup with you? The big city got too small for ya'll?" You asked, you were nosy and you were unsuccessfully dry begging some information on Stack - and it seemed like Smoke could tell your intentions. Yes, you didn't want to be around Stack - and yes, you despise that man. But you also still have some love for him, even if it pained you to admit that. He held you down through some of your darkest hours; during those days were you didn't have the strength to get out of bed. Sticking to guy code and loyalty to his little brother, Smoke wouldn't spill anything to you and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Somethin' like that." He muttered as his brown eyes flicked towards the crowd quickly, making sure that people wouldn't get too rowdy in his backyard.

"Mhm, still tightlipped as ever," you sighed, resting your hands on your hips. "Sammie told me to talk to you about getting some liquor - ya'll got tequila?"

"Light or dark?"

"Dark - you already know I don't drink that light shit." You answered. Smoke tilted his head towards his home, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth as he muttered - he didn't want the party patrons getting the idea of raiding his liquor cabinet. Or worse; pestering him to spare a bottle or two.

"Inside, pass the kitchen, turn on your left. Should see a cabinet with what you lookin for." Smoke quickly replied, his deep southern accent cutting through the loud bass of the music playing.

"Thanks, Smoke."

"Don't let nobody know where you got it from and keep them outta my house. Bad enough these folks trashin' my backyard."

You gave Smoke a wide and toothy smile - some of your teeth were covered in gold caps, they weren't permanents like Smoke's or Stack's - but you would always wear them when 'special' occasions happened. And besides Stack gifted them to you on your birthday; one of the gems that adorned your gold teeth was your birthstone.

Weaving through the dancing crowd your shoulders brushing against distant relatives and strangers you would see around the neighborhood. The sweet barbeque smoke curled into the thick summer air - the smell of cooked meat, spices, and vegetables cutting through the scent of sweat, weed smoke, and spilled beer. Passing through a group that huddled around a small folding table the sound of glass bottles clinking against each other and cheers made you smile.

Today was a good day, you loved being around such good vibrations.

Stepping up onto the cracked slab of the concrete patio, your hands yanked open the sticky glass sliding door that separated the backyard chaos and the calm empty house. The air inside of the home was cooler - quieter, and the shadows from the sun setting crept across the wooden floors. With a grunt you slide the door closed and the muffling bass of the music was still heard through the thick walls. Smoke's home smelled like strong incense, lemon scented cleaner, sage, and fresh linen.

Annie had definitely been here prior.

Moving with purpose now, the sound of your sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor revibrated through you and your eyes scanned for the liquor cabinet - following the directions Smoke gave you. Turning the corner your irises were met with a large brown cabinet that was filled to the brim with all sorts of spirits and drinks. Making a brisk track towards it your hand ghosted over the handle, pulling open the glass door and reaching in to grab the bottle of tequila. Reposado - your favorite.

The bottle was full and the glass was slightly cold under your warm hands, with a sigh of victory you turned on your heel to make your way back outside. But then you paused. Standing in the small hallway of the home your eyes lingered on the golden sunrays that pooled onto the floor, the front door of the home was open, only the thin mesh of the screen door was holding back the bugs and summer air from entering. You knew Smoke wouldn't be the type to just let his front door wide open - even if him and half of the men in this party weren't lacking any 'peacekeepers', you're sure it would bother him if someone he didn't know would stumble into his home causing trouble.

Walking towards the open door in an attempt to close it shut, your legs turned into jelly and your heart raced as if you just got done running a marathon. Across the small stretch of dead grass on the front lawn and cracked pavement on the side walk, your irises lingered onto him.

Stack.

He sat lazily in the diver seat of the light brown lowrider, it's rims obnoxiously gaudy, they were gold and it seemed like wheels could barely fit the body of the car. The engine was off but he sat with the car door wide open, surrounded by some guys you met in passing through the neighborhood - his friends. Laughing too loud their words exchanged between each other were sharp and quick witted, yet long and casual like summer itself.

Stack was shining in gold like always, but now you've noticed he adorned more accessories than the last time you saw him. Multiple golden chains rested around his neck, gold glistening from the sunlight as he adjusted his watch that wrapped around his wrist, and the bright red color gem stones shined within the rings that he wore.

Smoke wore some jewelry too. Three chains - one of them was a Jesus piece - a watch and golden teeth just on the side of his mouth. His jewelry wasn't extravagant but anyone with a good eye could tell it was expensive. But Stack? He looked as if he was a pharaoh - the he himself was made out of gold.

A red tee balled up in Stack's lap, revealing his strong biceps and arms, the white tank top clung onto his skin and the soft cotton only accentuated his muscles even more. You remember those long winter nights of running your hands over his hard chest, feeling each and ever dip and valley of the muscles on his body. How your lips would kiss his abs, trailing down lower and lower...

He looked good.

All you could do was just watch and stare, the tequila bottle hanging loosely in your hands, dangerously close to dropping the glass bottle. Your reservations about seeing him melted away, you wanted to open the door and call out his name - to see if he still felt the same way about you. But then the memories of him ghosting you, ignoring any and all attempts of you reaching out to him; and the fact that he had another girl on the side made the butterflies in your stomach turn sickening.

With a bitter chuckle to yourself, you turned on your heel and made your way back towards the party.

This night will interesting to say the least.

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A few hours passed and the sky melted into a deep burnt orange color as the sun dipped behind the multiple rooftops, disappearing from the sky in due time. The orange and scorching glow washed over the multiple brown bodies that danced on the makeshift dancefloor, red plastic cups and sweat-slicked skin shined brightly within the summer afternoon.

The party didn't slow though - it only grew louder, brighter, more alive as more people showed up. You were feeling good - no, you were feeling great. The multiple shots of tequila you shared with Pearline pushed away all the negative emotions you felt hours prior, not to mention the sun that nipped at your skin made you a little bit sun-drunk. The burn of the liquor grounded you - and you were laughing again - joking with Pearline as you both swatting away dudes who couldn't get the hint that ya'll weren't interested.

You told Pearline that you saw Stack earlier and she asked if you wanted to leave - she reassured that she'd leave with you without complaints - but you told her it was fine, as long as Stack kept his distance you'd gladly stay.

"He's not gonna mess with you, sis. I got you" Pearline whispered in your ear with a supportive smile dancing on her lips. You nodded your head as you reached for the juice - using it as a chaser to kill the bite from the tequila shots. Both of you sat side by side on cheap plastic chairs, your knees touching against hers. Sammie who was once standing besides Pearline now stood in front of the patio, he was DJing now and your eyes would flick between Pearline and Sammie as she shouted cheers.

They were cute together, like lovesick school kids.

Sammie was in the zone, his head nodding with the thunderous beat and skillful fingers glide across the board, and the bass from the chopped and screwed beat rippled through the joyous crowd. Your smile widen now, showing of the golden grills that adorn your teeth, and your body relaxed into the rhythm and for a moment you almost forgot about Stack.

Almost.

Your eyes noticed the backdoor sliding open and there he was in all of his glory.

Stack.

He was wearing that same balled up red Nike shirt from earlier, shielding the white cotton tank, but you could see the soft fabric peaking through the collar and under the chains around his neck. He moved with purpose as he stepped down the concrete slab; making his way towards the party. That same easy going smile that you use to worship danced across his handsome face, gold teeth catching the light of the ember sunset. He dapped up Sammie, whispering something in the younger cousin's ear, which made him shake his head with a small laughter escaping his lips. And his focus was placed on the DJ board again.

Stack dapped up the people who were brave enough to say hello, he was like a magnet that pulled people's attention towards him without even trying. And even though the sun heat rays beat down on you - an oppressive chill ran cold through your body as he went deeper into the party - towards you.

The tequila and juice twisted within your stomach and your breathing became rapid - you weren't the type of get sick off of liquor - you can handle your drink. But seeing Stack, the heat, and the unfortunate decision of taking a few shots without eating first made you dizzy. Pearline noticed your once mellow mood turning sour and without a word she placed a calming touch on your thigh. Your eyes met with hers briefly and she whispered affirmations in your ear - telling you to take a deep breath and that you both could leave now.

You told her it was okay between long breathes, but your jaw was clenched tight and your hands gripped onto the plastic arm rest of the chair, your leg bouncing with rapid successions. Her hand didn't leave your skin as she handed you a cold bottle of water - and you chugged the bottle as if you've haven't drank anything in days.

Brown familiar irises flicked towards you and your eyes widen like saucers, as if you saw a ghost. Stack noticed you; of course he did. He could pick you out any crowd like it was nothing - like it was second nature to him. His smile curled up in a mischievous grin, but that smile wasn't full of an apology nor regret of hurting you so bad - but instead his golden grin was laced with nothing but cockiness that use to send butterflies to your core, making your heart race with desire and need.

It still did.

With a tilt of his head, Stack signaled you to come over to him, as if nothing problematic happened between the two of you - as if he never left you high and dry. You didn't move, you barely even flinched and you broke eye contact with him, your gaze lingering on the card game that was happening behind you. Slim was chattering away about how folks just don't know how to play the game. The biting warmth of the tequila was now replaced with a cold sting in your heart, you hope that Stack would cut his losses and leave you alone.

But that wasn't him, he never gave up.

Leaning off of the wooden fence he casual shuffled through the dancing crowd, people stepped out of his way without him even uttering a single word while his eyes were still trained on you. He reached you and Pearline within seconds.

She stood up from the chair, her hands resting on her hips as she spoke: "Uh, uh. Not tonight, boy."

But Stack was barely moved by her warning as his smirk only grew. Raising his hands up in a playful display of innocence his dark eyes flicked between you and Pearline who shielded you from his sultry gaze.

"Relax," Stack casually said as he placed his hands to sides, his head lulling back to see your expressions at hearing his voice. "I ain't here to start no drama. This a party, I just wanted to know if ya'll enjoyin' it, that's all."

But he was only met with silence from you and Pearline. You were still sitting in the plastic chair, your arms crossed over your chest as Stack's intense gaze never left your body. You wore a baby blue color tube top with dark acid washed shorts that stopped just above the curve of your ass, and your white Nike cortez with blue accents kicked at the small patch of dirt.

Your eyes refuse to even look at him.

"Damn, baby. You still mad at me?" Stack chuckled out with a knowing glint in his eyes - he was loving the tension between the two of you, even as toxic as it sounded - he liked when you were pissed off, it made him feel wanted and desired. It also didn't hurt that the make up sex would be more tender the angrier he made you.

You replied with a short irritated grunt and leered at him, giving off the vibe of 'don't test me', and your body stayed stock still in the chair. A small laugh escaped Stack's plump lips, he knew he was getting under your skin - and he soaked up each and every annoyed sigh you sent his way.

Stack's intense gaze pulled away from you and landed on Slim who slammed down a playing card on the plastic table. The older man was complaining about the new age music that was popular today.

"Slim, whatssup with you, unc?" Stack called out, which made Slim's face lit up. They both dapped each other up as the older man reclaimed his seat.

"Nothin' much, just tellin' these cats about some real music. None of that 'bitches and hoes' nonsense ya'll be listing to," Slim then took a sip from his flask, his face twisting at the bitter taste of liquor hitting his lips. "What happen to lovin' a woman, cherishin' her - takin' her out and bein' tender on her. Nowadays I wonder if ya'll actually love these queens."

"Look man; I ain't got love for these hoes, the only thing I love is pussy and money - ain't nobody tryna hear all that mushy shit tonight." Stack laughed, which earn a roar of chuckles from the men that were playing cards with Slim - some of them even dapped up Stack at his statement. Slim shook his head and waved his hand towards Stack, as if shooing him away.

But his harsh words stung at your heart and the burning sensations of tears nipped at your eyes, Pearline noticed this but before she could comfort you - you pushed yourself out of the chair, the legs of it scrapped against the concrete, silencing the laughter between the men. You raced towards the crowd as you made your way to Smoke's house. Multiple eyes followed you pushing through the dancefloor. Pearline glared at Stack and something within the man tinged with remorse.

He finally realized that you were hurt and that this wasn't a game anymore.

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The house was empty and the tequila in your veins burned with heartbreak and rage. Your legs rushed down the hallway and with hasty movements you flung open the bathroom door, slamming it loudly behind you. Cold tile met the burning skin of your back as your hands shielded your face, your breath hitching within your throat until it finally snapped like a rubber band.

Tears spilled freely from your eyes, slipping pass the cracks between your fingers as your body shook with each wail. With trembling lips your mind raced. You thought that you could handle it, that seeing him wouldn't wound you. But hearing Stack talk as if nothing mattered, as if he wasn't even affected by your presence made you feel hollow inside. He didn't just leave - he thrown you away. And that shit cuts deep, it felt like a knife hit your gut from his casual actions towards you.

A knock cut through your cries as your head throb with an ache, inhaling the sharp cold bathroom air your fingers wiped away the smeared makeup on your face due to the tears.

"Yea', you can come in." You whispered out, you assumed that Pearline was on the other side of the door - it made sense because only close friends of the twins were allowed to enter the vacant house. The sound of the door creaking open sent a wave of embarrassment through you.

But it wasn't Pearline your eyes were meet with.

It was Stack.

Stepping inside of the small bathroom he quietly closed the door behind him. His expression was different from the charming smile he wore prior to making you cry, all the jokes and cocky aura melted away like ice under the heat of the Mississippi sun. Guilt tugged Stack's face as he looked over your tear stained cheeks, your mascara running and your cherry red lipgloss slightly smeared from your hands pressing closely to your face.

"I-I didn't know you were cryin'." Stack muttered softly, his body leaning on the door and his brown eyes refusing to leave your shaking form. You didn't reply to him and you bit your lip, the gold teeth in your mouth slightly jabbing against the plump skin on your bottom lip. Glaring at Stack through glossy eyes you shook your head - you were growing tired of his antics.

"Hey, I didn't come in here to hurt you I just--"

"But you did hurt me, Stack! You did!" You shouted, cutting him off from his rambling. Your arms were crossed around yourself in an attempt to self soothe the anxiety that was threatening to spill over. Silence fell over the two of you and his eyes soften at your words.

"You left me like I wasn't shit. No goodbyes, not even a fuckin' breakup call! A-And then I find out you cheated on me with some bitch who lives in the suburbs," you shook your head as a pained smile danced across your lips, and with teary eyes you continued. "And now you show up and act like nothin' happened between us - you're such a joke, Stack."

Stack looked down as his hands rested in the pockets of his pants, guilt crashing into him like waves in a tsunami. He felt like shit hearing those words escape from your mouth - but those words were the truth - the bitter truth. He wasn't a good boyfriend to you; yes he took care of you, he praised you, and he adored you - but good to you? That wasn't the case. He treated you like a random fling even though the feelings he felt about you were so much more intense.

"I'm a coward," Stack mumbled. "I-I just didn't know how to be with you and still become the man I wanted to be."

"Oh, boo-hoo! You ain't even try!" You snapped as your voice cracked with each word you cried out, you hated how hurt you sounded and how raw you felt. Stack didn't flinch at your words and with a roll of his shoulders he spoke again, his southern accent curling around your ears like music.

"I was scared, I thought if I left without tellin', you'd realize that I'm no good - that you'll move on to someone better," he stepped closer towards you and the feeling of his shirt lightly grazing the exposed skin of your crossed arms. "But when I came back in town; I asked about you, and I was happy to know that you were still here - that maybe I could start over and fix this shit."

The air between you two were thicker now, more intense, and you couldn't take your eyes off of Stack.

You didn't want to.

"I never stopped thinkin' about you," he whispered low. "Even when I tried to, you were always on my mind when I left, I damn near felt lost without you."

"Then why you actin' like I never meant anything to you?"

Stack's lips twitched and his expression looked like he was scanning his scattered thoughts, as if trying to find the right words to say. His large and calloused hand reached out slowly, hovering over your arms, unsure if he could touch you without you swatting his hand away.

"Because if I admit to myself just how much you mean to me; then I woulda had to realize that I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me too..."

A tight lump formed in your throat at his words, you wanted to scream in his face, to push him out the bathroom and tell him to leave you alone - forever.

But you didn't.

You just stared at him as your chest heaved with shallow breaths. You hated him, you loved him, you missed him, and you never wanted to see him again. Your hands moved as if they had a mind of their own and you rested them on his broad shoulders, the feeling of the soft fabric under your fingers sent shockwaves and aching desire towards your core. Stack was the man that ruined you - but he was also the same one who built you up when no one would have.

Stack shuttered out a sigh of relief under your touch, as if feeling your hand press against his tense muscles was all he needed. His strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling your frame towards his, and his forehead rested on your bare shoulder. The party that was just outside of the door was muffled by the heavy breathing that escaped both of your lungs.

Leaving his head from the crook of your neck - both of your eyes clashed with each other - neither one of you breaking the intense gaze. And with a passing second your lips met his, the kiss was soft as if your bodies were trying to get reacquainted with each other, and his strong hands raced over your backside - clinging onto you as if you'd disappear from his touch.

The once soft kiss grew deeper - more hungry. And your fingers interlocked behind his head, the cold feeling of the multiple chains he wore grazed your knuckles. Tears still clung onto your long lashes as Stack cupped your face in his hand, both of your tongues fighting and dancing against each other. The taste of weed and alcohol filled your mouth as his bit your lip, begging you if he could go further pass just kissing.

You knew that you shouldn't do this; he hadn't earn to touch you like this again, he hadn't fix the broken heart that he shattered brutally, and he hadn't changed enough to re-enter your life as if he never left. But your heart, so tender and pure, still remembered those nights were he held you close. Making love to you and touching you places where only he knew that made you shiver in ecstasy.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you, Stack."

"I know, baby. But lemme show you how much I missed you."

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You and Stack slipped through the dark and quiet home like ghosts, his strong hands held your waist flush against his body as he guided you through the dark hallways of his older brother's house. The wooden floorboards creaked and groan beneath your feet with each step you both took. Stack's lips brushed the soft skin of your shoulder, placing tender kisses up your neck - just stopping below your ear.

You could feel his growing bulge pressing against your ass as his steady and firm hands grasp at your waist, a shiver of delight rushed through your body as memories of him fucking you made the ache between your thighs grow in anticipation. You grinded your self onto Stack which only made him quicken the pace through the house.

Your pulsed quicken under his open mouth and you could feel him smiling against your skin, cutting through the neat living room, you and Stack reached the guest bedroom. With careful hands he slowly turned the knob and his head lulling back to make sure no one saw the two of you sneaking inside of the bedroom. When the coast was clear - you both shuffled into the room. His arm still wrapped around your waist and quiet click was heard, he locked the door making sure no one would interrupt the two of you.

The once burnt orange of the evening sunset had faded away; now the blue shadows of nighttime crept into the dark room, the silver moonlight pooling across the empty bed and you turned on your heel, crashing your lips against his and his hands squeezing your ass. You gasp at the feeling of his ring slightly scraping against the skin of your ass, which made him deepen the kiss again. Your hands tightly gripped his shirt within your fist, pulling him closer until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

Stack adjusted his body weight as he hovered over you, making sure that he wouldn't crush you underneath him, and the sound of his jewelry clinking against each other made your head spin. You bit his lip as he pulled away from the kiss, which earned a low hiss from him. You smiled lazily as his knowing hands traced over the hem of your shorts, his fingers tracing small shapes over the denim pockets until they landed on the button.

You began to kick your shoes off as Stack unbutton your shorts, your lip tugged between your teeth as you watched his movements. The sound of the zipper becoming undone made a wave of arousal clung at your already soaking pussy and your hips slightly bucked forward as Stack slowly pulled your shorts off, leaning on your forearms you raised your hips - helping him slip off the denim on your body.

All you wore now was your tube top, cotton panties with a small bow at the waistband, and white cotton socks. He reached for your shirt but you swatted his hands away from the thin fabric.

"If I take a piece of clothing off it's only fair that you do too." You whispered, showing off the golden grills that Stack gifted you years ago. Seeing your already beautiful smile made his heart flutter - but the sight of you with golden capped teeth made his already stiffening member grow even harder - the man was straining against his pants.

With nimble fingers Stack pulled off his shirt along with the tight beater that clung onto his hard muscles, he was shirtless now and his multiple chains glistened under the moonlight - the diamonds danced against his brown skin and it looked as if he himself was glowing. Laying on his back you straddled him and your hands steered his towards your top, his chestnut colored irises lit up when he felt your breast through your shirt.

"When you get your titties pierced?" He asked as he pinched the sensitive buds on your chest, making you grind your soaking core against his jeans, you could feel his dick twitch within his pants as you continue to rock your hips.

"A couple of weeks after you left; I wanted somethin' different."

"Fuck, baby. Lemme see 'em." Stack requested as both of your hands slipped off the blue top over your head. A small giggle escaped your lips at the sight of his face; his mouth went slack and his eyes were glued to your half nude body. His calloused hands raced across your skin and the sound of him kicking off his sneakers made you look back and with strong arms he pulled himself towards the headboard of the bed with you still sitting on his lap.

Once situated his hands cupped your breast and his thumbs slowly rolled over the pierced buds, slightly pressing down on the silver jewelry that adorn your chest, a shiver ran up your spine as you moaned out his name. You nipples were already sensitive, but after getting them pierced that sensitivity doubled, and you were practically shaking within Stack's arms.

With one hand he pinched your nipple, the sharp yet pleasurable sensation zapped through your body and straight to your aching pussy, his free hand held onto your hip as he lowered his head and latched his mouth onto your breast. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked your nipple, his teeth slightly pulling at the jewelry. Your nails dug into his strong shoulders as you threw your head back, encouraging words fell from your lips as you begged him to keep going and how good you were already feeling.

Stack hummed against your chest and your hand lovely stroked his hair carefully as to not mess up his waves. His tongue swirled your nipple as he helped you grind yourself on his hard dick, he still had his pants on as his hips bucked into you. With a wet pop, he release your breast from his mouth, biting his lip when your eyes connected again.

"You're too damn sexy, baby. I need to taste her. It's been too long and I know she misses me..." Stack whispered against your chest. He would always refer to your pussy as 'she' or 'her' when he got in this mood.

And you loved it.

"Feel how much she missed you, baby." You said into his open mouth as your hand guided his towards your wet sex, you still wore your panties but that didn't stop Stack from rubbing small circles on your clothed clit while his ring finger pressed against your entrance through the thin fabric. You humped against his hand which made a chuckle fall from his hips, his eyes trained on the movements of your hips against hand.

"Take these off, they gettin' in the way." He stated, which you gladly did, listening to his demand without a second thought. Leaning on his back against the soft blanket of the bed your breast pressed firmly onto his hard and well trained muscles on his chest. Your hips rising off of his body as you slide your panties off, kicking the soaked fabric off of your legs.

With a quick peck on the lips, Stack guided you to climb higher, your exposed pussy now in view as your hands rested on the headboard. Stack rested his head on the many pillows within the bed and his warm breath against your thigh made you tremble in anticipation. Lowering your hips with his hands, you were now sitting on his face, and his tongue flatten against your clit. Rolling your hips you began to ride his face, his tongue lazily yet full of expertise swiped across your aching entrance.

The tip of his tongue circled your clit and the rough feeling of his grills rubbing against the sensitive bud as he raced his tongue across your sex made you shiver. Stack's strong hands held onto your hips as he guided them against the movements of his tongue, with a vice grip you held onto the wooden headboard, and your eyes gazed down at the man. His brown eyes looked up at you, soaking up all of the curves on your body and the sweet taste of your pussy that danced on his tongue made him roll his eyes back in pleasure.

"Ugh, fuck!" You groaned out as your hips bucked against his face. Stack's lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud and the overbearing sensation made you lean forward; resting your cheek on the headboard. You chanted out Stack's name - his actual name - as if it was a holy hymn. Hearing his name roll sweetly off of your tongue made Stack's head spin, and with strong arms he held onto your waist, leaning himself over.

You let out a small yelp in surprise as your once steady grip on the headboard disappeared - now replaced with soft bedsheets. Your body weight rested on your shoulders and your legs were up in the air, Stack's arms were wrapped around your torso, pulling you close to his muscular chest. Working over your core Stack slowly slipped his middle finger inside you and the feeling of his rings grazing your clit earned a giggle of pleasure from you.

With precise movements Stack moved his hand, pressing his finger in and out of your pussy as his lips kissed your inner thigh, and the feeling of his mustache tickled at your skin. Your hands rested on the bedsheets, gripping the fabric within your fist. Stack added another finger in, the wet sounds of your pussy echoed through the room, and the slick sounds only made him speed up his movements.

Stack's fingers were now fully inside of you, his ring and middle finger filling you up as they skillfully worked over your core. High pitched moans fell from your lips as your feet fluttered from the pleasure, and the familiar intense feeling swarmed towards your core. Stack pulled his mouth away from your pussy as his fingers began fucking into you. He whispered promises to you that you know he'd never keep, but in this moment you believed every word he spoke - lapping up those lies as if they were dipped in honey.

Within an instant a wave of euphoria crashed into you and a loud cry of pleasure escaped your lungs. Your body trembled within his vice grip, trying it's best to regulate itself from experiencing coming so hard on his thick fingers.

"Mhm, just like that, baby." Stack praised with a cocky smile plastered on his handsome face, his fingers continued to thrust into your sensitive core, which earned a cry from overstimulation from you. Your hands clung onto his forearms in an attempt to slow the pace of his fingers, taking the hint he slowly pulled them out of you, and with a playful slap against your pussy - he released you from his tight grasp - your body laying limp on the bed as he stood up.

Catching your breath your eyes danced over Stack's toned body, his hands unbuckling his belt, slipping off his jeans and boxers in one swift movement freeing himself. Stack was big, and each time he would fuck you after a fight, you'd walk with a limp the next day. His thick and heavy member twitched with anticipation of fucking you again after all these years. Stack's mind would wonder towards your body when he would touch himself or decided to fuck some random woman he would entertain during those grueling years in Chicago.

But his hands weren't yours and those women weren't you.

Pumping himself with his hand Stack flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling you close to him so your lower half dangled off the edge of the bed. You looked over your shoulder as you watched Stack's face twist with pleasure as he slowly entered you.

"Fuck..." He groaned out as his hands held onto your hips. The feeling of your pussy squeezing around him almost made him come right then and there, he was convinced that you both were made for each other - you were the only woman who could have that kind of effect on his body by just entering. Pushing himself all the way in, he paused his hips, savoring the feeling of you, and also helping you adjust yourself to him. You were so tight and so wet, he could stay in your pussy for hours if you let him.

"C'mon, Elias..." You begged as you began rocking your hips, urging the man to fuck you, which he gladly did. High pitched grunts fell from your lips with each thrust he made and the arch in your back became to much to support by yourself, his strong arms pushed you flush against the bed while holding your waist to keep your back arched against his powerful thrust of his hips. Your legs turned into jelly as they shook underneath you and your feet barely touched the ground - you were practically standing on the tips of your toes.

"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me!" You begged out between moans, Stack was rendered to only grunts and groans, but that didn't stop him from replying to you - in his own way of course. With a swift smack he landed a sharp slap against the plush skin of your ass, making you hiss out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking into you, smacking your ass, and holding your waist in a vice grip.

You sure you'll have bruises later.

Leaning upwards you turned your head with your mouth open, signaling to him that you wanted a kiss. Stack's needy lips crashed into yours as your tongue danced across his, you could taste how sweet you truly were on his lips and mustache. Your golden grills bumped into his in the passionate make-out session and his heavy body was leaning flush against your sweaty back. His chest heaved shallow breaths as his hips sporadically bucked into you - feeling his hard cock inside of you twitch you knew he was close.

And so you were.

Pulling away from the sloppy kiss, the string of saliva that connected between both of your bottom lips snapped, and Stack rested his head onto your shoulder. The same familiar feeling of overbearing pleasure that needed to be alleviated came back within your abdomen, and with a loud cry you came on Stack's dick. Your eyes rolled back as your fist gripped the bedsheets below you.

"Damn, baby. W-Where you want it?"

"Inside me, baby."

And without missing a beat Stack came too, a guttural groan reverberated through his body and crashed into you. The feeling of his hard jewelry pressing into your back grounded you as you catch your breathe, and the warm feeling of his come filling you up made you smile in relief. You both paused your movements and Stack was still inside of you, rolling his shoulders he slowly pulled out of you - which made you groan from the sensation. You rested your sore body onto the bed and your cheek rested on a soft pillow. Stack smiled as he playfully patted your ass.

"Good shit, baby." He smiled which made you roll your eyes, turning your head to look away from him, trying your best to kind the lopsided smile that clung onto your lips.

"You're so annoy--" but before you could finish your statement a sharp knock was heard on the door, the handle violently jiggling between each knock.

"Stack? I know ya'll ain't in there doin' what I think ya'll doin'!" The voice of Smoke shouted behind the lock door. Stack spat out a 'shit' and quickly sat up from the bed, putting on his boxers as he wiped his face with the back of his hand that was covered in your juices. You sat up and your eyes widen in alarm as you reached for your clothes, but Stacked waved at you to stop your movements.

Unlocking the door Stack's body stood in front of the small crack, hiding your naked form. Hushed whispers were shared between the twins and you assumed that Stack was getting cursed out by his older brother and with a sharp: "Clean that fuckin' room before ya'll leave." Smoke slipped away from the door, which made Stack shout back in his usual playful tone.

"I was already gon' do that!" And he closed the door behind him, sucking his teeth as he threw himself onto the bed next to you, making you bounce a bit from his added weight on the mattress. Brown eyes stared into each other as silence now fell over the two of you. Leaning in to close the space between each other Stack ran his fingers through your hair, tucking the braid behind your ear, and the sound of his chains clinking against each other made you ease under his touch.

"I'm so tender on you, girl...I promise I'll do right by you; just give me another chance." Stack whispered, his eyes training on your features as you bit your lip. You were terrified of being hurt by him again, but you were also scared living the rest of your days without feeling his touch too. Reaching for his shoulder you pulled him closer towards you - your lips ghosting over his and you finally gave him your answer.

"Okay, but don't mess this up..."

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bluudsucka · 2 months ago

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cherry waves - stack m. x fem!reader x mary

summary: struggling with a serious case of writers block you find yourself desperate for inspiration for your next novel. deciding to take a stroll around the bustling city at night you find yourself lounging within a bar, a strikingly enigmatic couple offers you a chance of a lifetime to write their story...what could go wrong?

word count: 14k

warnings: smut, threesome (f/f/m), porn with plot, implied poly relationship dynamics, unprotected sex, oral sex, squirting, breathplay, dirty talk, overstimulation, size kink, choking, rough sex, spit kink

author's note: this was suppose to drop last month during pride but it's been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute. so for those who waited here it is bookie! this is for the bisexual/pansexual girlies! still workin on requests the next fic that will drop will be a smoke fic and whewww it's too good till then i hope ya'll enjoyed this much love <3

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It was a foggy night within the bustling streets of Louisiana, the cobblestones still glistened and slick with rainwater from the thunderstorm that passed over the southern state, leaving behind only a thick mist that curled around pedestrians and lingered under the ember glow of street lights. You heels clicked against the pavement - sharp, intense, and purposeful. There were no stumble within your steps as you gracefully sidestep over puddles and potholes that lingered onto the wet pavement.

With a roll of your shoulders, you took a long drag from the cigarette that hanged loosely from your cherry stained red lips, not bothering to pull the cigarette from your mouth as you exhaled the thick smoke that nipped at your lungs. Grey smoke plumed in front of you, but you didn't break your stride - walking within the smoke cloud until you were met with breathable air again.

The box had been full this morning; buying it when you walked back from the local library. Now the paper box was empty, you told yourself that you wouldn't do this - chain smoking to the point were it wasn't even enjoyable anymore but the pressure was eating away at your already fried nerves.

You hit a wall...The words that use to flow from your brain grinded to a halt. You had nothing to write about and it been like that for months. The emails from your editor sat within your computer unopen, you dreaded even holding the damn thing, it stung like an infected cut but you knew you were dragging out the inevitable.

"You're wastin' our time..."

"If you don't give us somethin' concrete - somethin' good, then we'll just have to cut our losses and move on."

Those were the words you editor told you over the phone since you've been avoiding his emails like the plague. His tone wasn't harsh, but they dripped with impatience and disappointment. You understood his frustration - he had a job to do and if you didn't do your job then he wouldn't get paid. You took another stressful drag of the cigarette, this time pulling it from your lips, the yellow filter stained red from your lipstick as you continued your mindless walk.

But then your steps slowed.

And then they stopped.

Red neon lights bled through the open door of a bar, cutting through the hazy streets, and the sign above buzzed slightly - flickering as if it had a life of its own.

Smoke's Place.

Strange name for a bar yet something about it pulled you in, beckoning for you to enter and have a drink or five. The neon from the sign painted over your brown skin and the black dress you wore in hues of crimson, it was as if you were covered in blood, a wave of eeriness shuddered down your spine. You should continue your walk, not bothering to entertain the idea of entering this hole-in-a-wall bar, but the need to find inspiration was stronger than your discernment.

Tossing the butt of your finished cigarette onto the wet cobblestone, you stepped on the flickering filter, crushing it with the bottom of your heel as you made your way towards the bar. Walking past the threshold your eyes scanned the red surroundings. The bar wasn't empty - yet it wasn't full either. A few patrons nestled within booths, nursing drinks and chatting amongst each other, others sat at the mahogany bar listening to the soft hum of music fluttering in the air.

Blues.

You always loved the sound of it. Slow, sweet, tender, and mournful. The kind of music that made you feel waves of emotions that you never knew you could feel. Feeling pleased with the sultry environment; you made your way towards the bar, slipping onto the red velvet stool you made eye contact with the bartender. He gave you a quick nod, signaling you to place your order.

A rum and coke.

He nodded again and moved with purpose as he started to make your drink. The soft yet melancholic melody caressed your ears as you rested your chin within the palm of your hand, you gazed blankly at the liquor bottles that lined up neatly behind the bartender, and the beat of isolation hung over you like an overbearing hug. You should be at home right now working, even if you came up with a half-assed and flimsy idea - it was better than nothing.

You were so wrapped up in your stressful thoughts that you didn't notice a pair of eyes lingering on you the moment you stepped foot into the bar. A woman sat across the room, legs crossed with a wine glass in hand. With a teasing smile she took a long sip from the glass and she stood up. Walking with long and seductive strides, her hips swaying without a care in the world, and without warning she sat right next to you. The sudden presence of her made you practically jump out of your skin.

She laughed at your action, amused that you looked scared - even if it was for a split second. With a sigh she took another sip from her wine glass, your eyes lingered on her movements. She was beautiful, she was gorgeous. Her dark brown hair fell loosely, framing her face as effortless brown waves stopped just below her jawline. Her skin was a pale olive hue, smooth and cool toned, as if she was sculpted out of stone and came to life. But you couldn't help but to look at the beauty mark that rested high on her cheek, slightly underneath her left eye.

Her eyes...

They watched you intensely without blinking. They were dark brown, a deep dark brown. Too deep. It felt like you were looking into a bottomless pit - as if she held the abyss within her gaze. There was something off about the stranger's flirty gaze, it made your skin rise in goosebumps, but you couldn't look away from her even if you tried too. The red neon lights made her brown irises shimmer, enhancing the mimicking of life within them.

"I ain't never seen you in here before," the woman said, tilting her head as her smooth southern accent filled your ears like music. "How you find this place?"

Leaning back slightly to create space between you and the woman you spoke: "I walked...Just stumbled across this place and needed a drink, is all."

A small yet pleased smile tugged at the woman's lips from your honest answer, her knee brushing gently against yours underneath the bar. You couldn't tell if it was an accident or deliberate - but you didn't pull away from the woman's touch - in fact you leaned back into it. Her gazed lingered a bit longer until she extended her hand towards you, palm up awaiting for yours to be placed within hers.

And you did.

"Name's Mary." She smiled. She asked you about your name, which you gladly told her. She repeated it slowly, dragging out each syllable in a singsong tone. What you didn't expect was her lips to press against the back of your hand, the kiss was careful and tender, a gasp of shock rushed out of your lungs from her actions.

Her lips were soft...Yet cold.

Pulling back, Mary's grasp on your hand didn't dissipate, in fact she held onto your hand as if you two were longtime lovers. You watched as she reached for her wine glass again, this time you really paid attention to what's really inside of the glass. At first you assumed that it was some kind of red wine - but the way the liquid clung onto the glass, how thick and dark it was - you knew that it wasn't alcohol. You also noticed each time she drank the canines within her mouth were sharper than the average.

The bartender placed your drink in front of you, and with a turn of his heel he went to serve the other patrons, with a shudder you reached for your drink. Mary's intense gaze made something within you bubble with nervousness, fear, and need. Without thinking you chugged the booze, not even taking sips like you planned on doing in the first place. Mary's eyes widen at your action and blurted out: "Whew, I hope you don't got work tomorrow mornin'."

"I work from home." You replied as you slammed the now empty glass down, the clinking of ice filled up the beat of silence that lingered between the two of you. Her interest were piqued at this leaning forward just enough to show off her cleavage to you she asked you what you do for work, which you simply stated that you were an author, you told her of the most recent novel you've written and her face lit up so damn quick you thought she saw Jesus himself.

"That's you? I knew I recognized that pretty face! Oh, I love your work...What're doin' here in Louisiana? I assume you'd be cruisin' on a yacht in the middle of the ocean!"

"No, no, no...That ain't my thing. I mean, I do enjoy vacations, but I prefer not to blow all my money on shit like that," you laugh at Mary's sudden excitement which earned a chuckle from her too. "I'm here for work actually; startin' a new book."

"What about?" She asks as she leaned in, scanning your features as if you were a painting that hung within the most prestigious museum. Her fingers traced small shapes over the back of your hand, and you could tell that her touch meant something more than just idle tracing.

"You tell me...I got no idea what yet. I hit a wall, nothin' really speaks to me anymore and everyone's expecting me to deliver but I...I got nothin' left to say." You mumbled and the same nagging feeling of stress rattled within your brain again. So much for drinking away that unbearable feeling. Mary's face twisted with sympathy as she soaked up the words you spoke. Even if she just met you moments ago, she felt like she knew you - she spent hours reading your books. It grounded her when she's reminded of how her life got flipped upside down, how she was damned here for the rest of her existence - force to live within the shadows and fest upon the living.

Your words were her salvation.

Something shifted inside Mary and her once sympathetic expression melted into that of mischief a light had flick behind her cold, bleak eyes. Leaning in closer, invading her personal space you noticed a sweet scent of her perfume. It was floral and fruity, her scent reminded you of a hot summer's day lounging on a beach gorging yourself on peaches and mangos. You inhaled her scent deeper this time but you noticed a metallic undertone - the undeniable scent of blood. The sickening smell clung within her hair yet it didn't bother you; It only made you more interested.

"Can you keep a secret?" Mary whispered. The question was heavy - almost strange. It was as if Mary was testing some sort of boundary you both shared that you had no clue about. A soft chuckle escaped your lips, your laugher tinged with discomfort and curiosity. Maybe it was your desperation of finding something to write about, maybe it was the alcohol numbing your inhibitions, or maybe it was the way Mary looked at you as if you were some sort of goddess?

Either way you knew you wanted to see where this goes.

"Yea'..." You whispered back, which earned a toothy grin from the woman. She down her last sip of 'wine' and placed the glass onto the bar, sitting up from the velvet stool. Her hand was still holding yours but her grip slightly tighten.

"C'mon, I wanna introduce you to someone," Mary spoke in a giddy tone, pulling you up from the stool. "I bet we can help you find that spark again. Your words bring be comfort - so think of this as me givin' back."

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Mary led you with determination and purpose, weaving through the bar's shadowed backend as if she'd done this a thousand times. Pushing open the door that read 'Staff Only' in bold lettering she cut through the narrow hallway that was cluttered to the brim with liquor bottles, cleaning supplies, and miscellaneous crates that stacked on top of each other haphazardly. Then came the stairs, narrow and wooden just like the hallway you were led to. With each step that you and Mary made the moans from the staircase echoed off of the tight walls that grazed your shoulders with each movement you made.

This was a bad idea.

Following a stranger, doesn't matter how pretty they were, in a part of a bar that clearly wasn't meant for the public sent a wave of doubt within your chest. You didn't even know what her intentions were - this could honestly be a setup of some sort. You were mentally kicking yourself for even entertaining this notion of being alone with her in the first place. But just as quickly as your fear of potentially being robbed and/or extorted filled your thoughts, they were soothed as Mary glanced back, her fingers interlocked with yours as she gave you a warm and reassuring smile. You could tell that smile was genuine, that or she was just a really good actress.

At the top of the staircase was a door, so plain and extremely well hidden. The lighting within the small hallway was dim and dark, you could barely see your hand without squinting your eyes and holding it close towards your face. Mary didn't knock; she just turned the knob and walked in the room like she belonged there.

She most likely did.

It was an office that clearly belonged the person that owned this place, framed certificates and liquor licenses hung onto the dark red walls quickly gave that away. But what truly caught your attention was the art. Afro-surrealist paintings, rich with vibrancy and textures your sure that the paintings would come to life. The brush work was bold and dream like, you also noticed a record player that rested between the paintings, this person was a big Sammie Moore fan that's for sure.

But the nice decor within the office didn't make you breathless, oh no it didn't. It was him that did that. He stood at the open balcony doors, tall with broad shoulders, just by how his expensive clothes hugged his frame you knew that the man had a strong build. A toothpick rested between his lips and he tilted his head towards you and Mary with lazy interest. The midnight sky held a dark velvet hue, mixed with the harsh red neon from the bar sign below, casting him in an intense yet ethereal light. His brown skin shimmered, you wanted to run your hands across his body, not out of lust. But because this man was just so damn handsome - you were sure this could possibly be a dream and you'd wake up drenched with sweat in your bed.

But this wasn't a dream...

He didn't move a first, just chewed slowly on the toothpick as his eyes narrowed at you and Mary, and those eyes. Deep brown just like Mary's and equally lifeless like hers too. Both of their eyes held nothing but had the answers to everything, you couldn't look away from them, and the stranger was the first one to break eye contact from you. Leaning off the open doors of the balcony, the man quickly stroked his moustache and goatee, both were neatly trimmed and taken care of. His dimples flashed when he finally spoke, and the booming sound of his voice made you flinch back into Mary's touch.

"What you want this time, girl?" The man asked, his question was directed at Mary. And without missing a beat he spoke again. "And who this?" His gaze now glued onto your form. You open and closed your mouth in quick successions, trying your best to find the words you wanted to say. But Mary spoke for you, she sang out your name with pride, the grip on your hand tighten as she did so.

Mary explained the reason of you being here: you were an author, her favorite one, and you needed help finding inspiration. The man shook his head, a sarcastic laugh rolling off his tongue as he looked between you and Mary, and a long yet intense pause lingered over the conversation. Looks were exchanged between the two and you were sure that they were communicating without speaking a single word - as if having a whole conversation within each others minds without you hearing a thing.

"You really are that bored...Or dumber than a bag of rocks."

"Fuck you, Stack. Don't talk all that hot shit with me just cause we got company around, you ain't impressin' nobody." Mary stepped closer to the man now known as 'Stack', her grasp on your hand disappearing as she wrapped her arms around herself. Stack raised an eyebrow at Mary's sudden energy shift, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth as she gave him a look that held something raw, something that you couldn't quite understand.

"This isn't some impulsive shit, okay?! This could help you - could help us!" Mary shouted, motioning to you without breaking the intense gaze she shared with Stack. "If we talk about it - if we can finally put it in words - we can move on. We don't gotta keep dancin' around it till somethin' happens to one of us."

"So, what? You wanna use her as some kinda couples therapist but with extra steps and shit?" Stack asked with an slightly amused grin plastered on his handsome features.

"She's a writer! She can do what we can't," Mary pleaded, her hands that were once rested on her hips held onto Stack's strong arms. She closed the distance between them, their body pressed firmly against each other. "She can carry it and shape this ugliness into somethin' beautiful. We've been holdin' onto this hurt for years, it's rottin' away at us, and you know it is..."

Silence followed Mary's pleas soon after, thick and drawn out, you could cut the tension with a knife. Your chest began to tighten and your throat dry, the buzz from the liquor you chugged quickly dissipated, and all that was left were your fried nerves. Stack stared at you, unmoving while Mary eyes flicked between you and Stack, her face twisting with desperation.

"We're vampires, ma." Stack dryly sighed out. No buildup, no dragged out drama, it was as if he confession to something mundane such as taking the last slice of pizza or something. His words of confession echoed through the thick air and you blinked. He must be joking, right? There's no such things as vampires - this had to be some sort of elaborate prank or some weird fetish the couple shares together.

Your mind stalled, went blank, and the once disbelief turned into strained humor. A low snort escaped your lips and your hand raced to cover your mouth in an attempt to hold in your laughter, but the chuckle grew into a cackle - laughter that couldn't be contain. The kind of laughter that a person has when something so absurd happens that your body short circuits.

"I-I'm so sorry ya'll," you breathed out between the fits of laughter. You slightly doubled over as the giggles grew more strained. "You're what now, vampires? And what am I a fairy or somethin'?"

But Mary didn't smile and neither did Stack. They both just watched you laugh with a straight face and you noticed that their serious demeanor didn't waver in the slightest. Your thunderous laughter slowed, then it died, you stood there in awkward silence now as you scanned their face to find some kind of humor within their look.

But there weren't any...They were serious.

Stack tilted his head slightly, so subtle that if you weren't paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. Mary's face was still, but her lips were parted ever so slightly, and her teeth already sharp became even sharper by the second. Their cold brown irises melted into something pale - something sinister. Stack's eyes resembled the icy moonlight that shimmered brightly with sliver while Mary's eyes where a blazingly bright copper - almost feline like in nature.

Their once casual presence changed, it felt like the already tense air was being thinned by the second, and it was harder to catch your breath. Stack's golden capped teeth were impossibly sharp, not just fangs but maws. He was like a wolf wearing human skin - a hunter that could easily kill you.

With pure instinct you jumped, your feet moved before you could even think, stumbling backwards only to crash into the hard leather chair behind you. The sudden collision sent you falling back into the seat, so ungraceful, so panicked. You tried to push yourself forward but it seemed like the chair itself was holding you in place, all you could do was grip the armrest for dear life. Your chest heaved in rapid successions, your breathing coming in going in jagged short bursts, and the thunderous heartbeat from your fear echoed through your entire being.

They just stood there watching your movements and their eyes glowing faintly through the dimmed light of the office. But the way that they looked at you didn't hold an ounce of malicious intent. No threat, no hunger, and no anger. Just waiting and curiosity, and somehow that made you more fearful than ever before. They could've easily killed you right here and right now.

But they didn't.

"It's alright, darlin'. We ain't gonna hurt you." Mary said softly, stepping forward from Stack to kneel down in front of you, leveling herself within your terrified gaze. You couldn't form the words you wanted to say, it was as if your voice was trapped within your body. Mary tilted her head to the side and her glowing vampiric eyes soften at your fearful expression.

"Remember what I asked you earlier? About you keepin' a secret?" A pause lingered over the conversation as Mary waited for you to answer her, with a gulp you nodded your head which earned you a wide smile from her. Kneeling up again she began to waltz around the room. "Well, darlin'. This is what I meant..."

The sound of her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor with each graceful step she took, stopping at a painting to run her fingers over the thick paint strokes. Popping her hip to the side she spoke again, this time in an attempt for you to understand her and Stack.

"We ain't monsters, you know...We just people who didn't die when we should've. People who've seen to much - done too much."

"Don't go romanticizing this shit, Mary. We vampires, cursed, the damned, end of story." Stack blurted out, leaning against his desk as he stared out the open balcony doors, playing with the lighter in his strong hands. The soft clicks from the lighter slightly cooled your nerves, and it seemed like Stack noticed this - which made him drag out the flicks from the lighter in an attempt to sooth you.

"We got stories, things we never spoke about out loud before. About what we lost, how we got here, and what we became..." Mary's voice dropped lower, more intimate as she waltz towards you again, her hand slowly placed on your shoulder. Her touch was soft and feather like, and she leaned down to face you. Her face was inches away from yours and you couldn't help but to gaze between her fierce eyes and kissable lips.

"You a writer, right? You can take someone's pain and turn it into somethin' worthwhile. In exchange of hearin' us out you'll have a story. A real story..." Mary whispered and her fingers slowly grazed the hot skin of your cheek, tracing your features with the pads of her index finger until she stopped at your jawline. "Somethin' raw, passionate, and deeper than some tired idea you could come up with on your own, no offence."

You nodded your head as the expression of awe danced across your face, Mary smiled at that and planted a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling away from you again. This time she stood in front of you, leaning on the opposite side of the desk that Stack rested on, his eyes never leaving the two of you, and you could see a small semblance of hunger and something else within his gaze.

"We got rules, though." It was Stack's turn to speak as Mary held up two fingers. "One: you can't use our real names, use aliases. Change some details if need be, can't have no one know it's us." Stack explained as Mary put down her middle finger, only her index finger was held up now. You nodded again but alas, that wasn't enough for Stack.

"Use your words."

"Y-Yes, I understand. Aliases only..."

A pause lingered and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. But he spoke again - this time more firmly. "Two: you never talk about this shit to anyone, y'hear? Not your editor, not your publisher, hell not even a pet goldfish. No one. If they ask just say you made the shit up - say it's fiction. Because if you do..." He stopped flicking the lighter and stared directly into your eyes. "We ain't gon' be as polite the next time we see you."

A chill raced down your spine at Stack's heavy words. He didn't say it as a threat, there was no kind of violence or malice within his voice, yet that fact alone made you feel worse. It wasn't a threat nor a warning. It was a promise and if you fucked up in anyway, shape or form, the punishment would be your life. Mary put down her index finger, signaling to you that was the end of their rules. With a sweet smile she extended her hand out to you and without thinking you held onto hers, shaking her hand, sealing the deal you made.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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A few days had past since your encounter with the vampiric couple, and during those days you've gathered enough courage to go through with their deal. Half of you thought about ditching Louisiana and forgetting about that weird night entirely, but the other half of you remembered Stack's words. It seemed like he had the power to find you even if you dropped off the face of the earth, the way he reminded you to keep your mouth shut gave you that impression.

With your purse sitting beside you on the velvet couch you stared at the couple across from you. They invited you into their home, a two story house that was tucked deep within Louisiana's bustling Bourbon Street, of course vampires like them would live amongst the most visited spot within New Orleans - they could feast on people in plain sight. Their shared home was expensive but not overly gaudy.

They had taste.

Their home smelled like sultry incense and aged wood with a slight undertone of bleach. It seemed like they always cleaned up, which made your gut twist with fear. They definitely 'ate' here frequently and it made you wonder just how many people they lured here - how many people were still looking for those poor souls. Candles burned low amongst the few dimly lit lamps, the flickering ember glow from the candles and lamps danced across the dark red walls within the living room you three resided in.

Bookshelves lined almost every corner of the living room, floor to ceiling dusty mahogany shelves towered over you, and books from different genres were packed tightly in the multiple bookcases. Your eyes danced over the neatly lined up hardcopies until they stopped on something familiar.

Your books.

Your whole series, lined up together on a high shelf, and the spines of the books seemed worn. A soft smile ghosted on your lips, Mary wasn't lying - she was a fan of your writing. You could tell those books were most likely read multiple times by her. A yellow notepad rested within your lap, a black pen held tightly between your fingers as your mind raced with caution and curiosity. You needed to find a balance, to ask them question without pissing them off and becoming a meal for them tonight.

Mary and Stack sat closely together on the couch opposite from you, her hand rested lazily on his thigh while Stack's arm draped around her shoulders in a way that felt natural - as if they've done this a hundred times over. You noticed that their outfits were vastly different from the night you've met them. Stack wore more jewelry - a large gold letter ring that read out '$TACK' and a multicolored Coogi sweatshirt. Mary ditched her dress with a pair of denim jeans and a black crop top and her hair was in a high ponytail.

Clearing your throat you rolled up the sleeves of your grey sweatshirt, and with three clicks of your pen you blurted out your first question: "So, let's start from the beginning...How were you two turned?"

Mary let out a soft breathy laugh, cutting through the tense conversation like a sharpen knife. "Straight to the meat and potatoes, huh?"

You blinked at Mary's comment quickly rushed out an apology, telling her that she can start wherever she wants within their story. Calmy she waved off your apology and with twinkling copper irises she spoke again. "It's fine, baby. But let's just start from the actual beginning; before all the blood and gore."

"We were childhood friends, me and Stack grew up in Mississippi together. Back when signs told you where to sit, what train you were allowed to ride. Jim Crow was hell - I don't miss that part of my childhood." Mary explained. Your writing on the thick notepad halted as your eyes met hers, questions flooded through your mind at her statements and without thinking you asked: "H-How was that possible? Ain't you--"

"White?" Mary finished, raising a well arched eyebrow. She went into detail about her background, how during those times the 'one drop rule' was still in place. Her grandfather was a biracial Black man which meant her mother lived around in a predominantly Black neighborhood. Her mother helped Stack's mother birth him and his twin, nursing the two of them when she ultimately passed away. Your writing halted again.

"You a twin?" You asked Stack, which he nodded his head confirming your question. "And where is he? Is he a--"

"Nah, he ain't like us...He gone." That was all he said and you could tell that topic was a touchy one for him. You asked Stack about his twin, tiptoeing over his death. His nickname was Smoke - now the name of the bar makes more sense. The more questions you asked about Stack's brother the more you sense his once guarded demeanor melt away. They were close, his brother was the oldest by only fifteen minutes, and he also picked out Smoke's clothes ever since they were kids. The older twin was more stoic, had stronger convections, and always protected Stack.

Even from their own father.

They were enlisted in the military together, after that they fled to Chicago and joined rival gangs, posing as the same man in an attempt to rob both sides blind. Your hand couldn't keep up with his words and without missing a beat you placed the notepad down on the coffee table that rest between them, digging in your purse to pull out a tape recorder. Stack's once prideful stories about him and his brother slowed, halting to a grinding stop as Mary's once casual gazed harden with worry.

"Nah, you can't record this. Not apart of our deal, ma." Stack said.

"I won't share this with anyone - I'll only use this as reference, I need to make sure I'm not missin' anything. I'll destroy them after, I promise." You reassured, but Stack only shook his head in disapproval.

"I'm older than your grandparents. I know better than to trust a promise like that. Tapes can get stolen, leaked, all that shit..." He leaned back into the sofa, his hold on Mary loosening slightly, leering at you with each word he spoke.

You stared in a slight annoyance at Stack words - but he was right. These tapes could somehow get stolen or lost, and you didn't want to risk that, your life was on the line after all. But recording their story was more potent that notes, it can capture their true feelings about the situations they've experienced - their inflections and pauses. It gave you some sort of access to the real them; the raw and ugly truth that'll slip out the more they spoke.

Mary eyes flicked between you and Stack, her free hand rested on his chest as she let out tired sigh before speaking. "Let's make a new deal. You can record...But you gotta keep those tapes here - with us." She smiled which earned a head shake of displeasure from her 'deal'.

"I can't do that, I need to replay them when I'm writin' - I can't memorize everything ya'll say. That's impossible..."

"We don't give a damn. Write faster if that's a problem for you." Stack shrugged, not giving you an ounce of sympathy at all. You rolled your eyes at his harsh words, he was starting to be an asshole, and even though he was a vampire you were biting your tongue - stopping yourself from cursing him clean out. You explained to them that writing their story would take some time, that it'll be a few months for a rough draft to be finished. Silence hung over the room like smog and then Mary sat up, as if she had the most brilliant idea on the planet.

"Stay with us! Live here until the rough draft is done, that way you can have access to the recordings and we can have a peace of mind." Mary smiled brightly, pleased with herself at the absurd idea of you moving in with them, she must have forgotten you only met them a few days ago. You blinked in disbelief and replied with: "No, not happenin'. I don't even know ya'll like that - I have all my stuff back at my apartment. My computer, clothes, everythin'."

"So? Bring 'em here. I'm a great host so think of this as a vacation. You know you ain't doin' nothin' else anyways..." Mary shrugged, snuggling against Stack as he chuckled at her idea.

"Damn, now we finna kidnap her too? This shit is comedy right here." Stack joked, his dimples prominent as ever as he stroked his facial hair, trying his best to stifle his laugher from his lover's actions. The look on your face only made his beautiful smile of amusement grow larger, his gold teeth shining within the dark ember light.

"You crazy? I'm not livin' in a house with two vampires I just met!" You shouted as your voice dripped with concern and annoyance. It was like talking to a brick wall with these two, once they made up their mind there was no changing it. Mary sighed as she pressed her face into the crook of Stack's neck.

"Then the tapes stay here, sorry darlin'. I just don't think leavin' you with them is a smart idea." She replied calmly. You cannot believe that she was strong arming you into staying with them, you lean back and tossed the tape recorder on the table. Your face twisting with aggravation and your expression only made the two smile more.

They seemed to both enjoy getting under your skin.

With half-lidded eyes and a cross of your arms you gave an answer.

"Fine...I'll stay."

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A few weeks passed ever since that night you agreed to stay with them, packing a duffle bag and a few suitcases with most of your belongings - not to mention the heavy box that contained your computer. Every night you'd stay up with them, writing down the stories they told you about their past, the tape recorder catching every word they spoke. Sometimes they'd laugh, sometimes they'd argue, and sometimes they'd fight back tears. When the sun came up you'd type away on your computer until sleep nipped at your eyes - staying with them ruined your sleep schedule.

You stayed in the guest room, just down the hallway from their room. And the thought of them being so close to you alarmed you greatly at first - you were too terrified to sleep for a few days. But what shocked you was how they treated you. They didn't look at you like a pest nor a meal, they treated you like a guest, like a long time friend. You often wake up to the smell of food - real food.

They'd cook you meals like gumbo and other soul food dishes that made your mouth water, anticipating dinner each time you ate their delicious cooking. The three of you would sit at the dinner table, listening to Blues as you ate, they 'ate' too. Mary would sip from her wine glass while Stack would sip from his, you never asked them were they got the blood from - you honestly weren't ready for their answer yet.

They started to ask you questions too. About your life, how you got into writing, what drives you, your failed relationships, and your likes and dislikes. You would answer them all with honesty and sometimes those innocent questions would turn risqué as the night went on. They'd ask when the last time you had sex, if you were interested in women, your favorite positions, and what was your type. At first you shut down those questions, but the more you got to know them, the more open you became.

There was no denying that you found Mary and Elias aka Stack attractive. And it seemed as if the feelings were mutual, often times they'd sit right next to you, Mary on your left while Elias was always on your right. When Mary would laugh she would place a hand on your thigh, leaving it there as she stared deeply into your eyes, her hand rubbing up and down your leg with each question you'd ask. Elias would drape his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer towards his strong frame, sometimes resting his head on top of yours as he remanence about his past.

The sexual tension between the three of you were growing by the second. You remember one night of accidently walking in on them fucking each other in the living room. You forgot your notes after the nightly interview, waltzing down the staircase only to freeze in your tracks at the sight of Mary's hands and right knee on the wooden coffee table, her back arched while Elias was behind her, bucking his hips into her as the raunchy wet sounds of her pussy swallowing his member echoed through the living room. Her breast bounced with each rock of his hips, both were fully nude, and your eyes met with Mary's.

An open mouth smile danced across her gorgeous features, her sharp fangs bare as her moans grew louder at the sight of you. Elias's hands held onto her hips firmly as he's once shut eyes open, he was staring at you too - neither one of them stopped there movements. In fact it seemed like they sped up their thrusting, the look in their eyes beckoned you to step closer, to join them.

You stood there with blown pupils, mouth hanging slack with shock, and without thinking you raced back upstairs and towards your bedroom. Arousal nipped at your loins at the sight, you wished you would've joined them that night, kicking yourself mentally for chickening out and retreating towards your room.

Pulling yourself out of those thoughts about the two, you sat across from Elias. It was just you and him tonight, Mary had left hours prior to manage the bar, something about shipments not arriving on time. The air was awkward between you and Elias, well awkward on your part, he seemed cooler than a cucumber not phase that you saw him having sex just last night. The tape recorder clicked on, its quiet whirring droning on within the background.

Elias told you about the night he was turned, how he open a Juke Joint with his twin brother, and how it all went to shit. He was turned by Mary who was bitten by some ancient vampire named Remmick, he was lured there from the music his little cousin Sammie played, now it made sense with all the Sammie Moore records he owned.

He talked about how it felt being connected to Remmick and the others who were turned - how he lost himself within the short madness he experienced, shame tugging on his face with each word he spoke. He explained that he was in a trance, listing to the orders that Remmick filled his mind with, and the only way he snapped out of it was seeing the death of Annie - his brother's lover.

"After all that shit went down, my brother locked me inside the Juke, he saved me from the sun..." He mumbled as he clenched his jaw, the bloodied memories tormented his mind greatly, you could tell by how he shuffled within his seat. "When the sun came down, I saw him. Saw what those sorry ass peckerwoods did to him...But he saved me again, one last time. The Klan showed up and he gunned them all down, killed every last one of 'em. He went out with a bang, my big brother." He finished as nothing but pride dripped within his tone.

"He sounds like a good man - a great man." You replied, which earned a nod of agreement from Elias. The tape recorder flashed a small red blinking light, signaling to you that it was still recording, silence fell over the both of you like a weighted blanket and without warning Elias sat up from the couch.

He moved with purpose as your eyes followed him, he reached a safe that was in the corner of the living room, nestled between a tall bookcase and the wall, he kneeled down and twisted the knob of the safe entering the combination. With a click the small door open and he rummaged inside, once he found what he was looking for he closed the door shut, spinning the knob to reset the lock. Walking back towards you he claimed a seat right next to you, not sitting on the couch across from you. You looked down at what he was holding and a gasp fell from your lips.

Dog tags, his brother's dog tags specifically.

The chain was long and rusted due to age and the tags were dull. But staring at them felt like a knife twisting at your gut, they were old, but something about them held so much beauty. Your hand move without thinking, reaching for the tags, but you stopped. Your fingers hovered over Elias's hands and your gazed met his.

"Can I?" You asked your voice soft and tender.

"Yea', yea you can..." He whispered back passing the rusted metal towards you, his grasp on the tags were so delicate, as if these tags were some sacred artifact. And honestly, they were. "Thank you, 'Lias." you said, his nickname that you gave him a few days ago rolled off your tongue so naturally, the sound of it made the butterflies in his stomach grow stronger. Your eyes scanned the tags, his brother's name piercing through the rusted metal.

Elijah Moore.

Of course their names would be similar and a soft smile tugged at your lips. A wave of inspiration crashed into you like a tsunami, you could practically feel the energy radiating off the the dog tags, resting your hands in your lap still holding the tags with respect your eyes locked onto Elias's tender gaze on you. The sensation of your heart racing beneath your ribs made your body tingle in raw need and you were suddenly aware with how close Elias was. He was close to you before, but Mary was always there, this was different now.

It was just the two of you.

Your lips were parted, painted in the same cherry red lipstick you'd always wore, but without thinking you licked your bottom lip nervously. That action earn Elias to look at your mouth his eyes were brown instead of his pale vampiric irises and you couldn't help but to be drawn into those deep abyss that were his eyes, just like the first night the two of you met. Slowly you leaned in and Elias didn't move, the feeling of his lips ghosting over yours made your skin prick up with goosebumps. Then finally, he closed the gap between the two of you.

The kiss was soft at first, it was as if the two of you were testing the waters. He tasted like tobacco, peppermint, with a subtle hint of iron and danger. You shouldn't be doing this, everything in your body told you to pull away, your nerves telling you that this was more trouble than its worth. But you just couldn't give a fuck anymore - you needed to feel his hands on you - and you needed to touch him. The once gentle kiss grew deeper as Elias pulled your closer towards his chest, pulling you in his lap as you rested the dog tags onto the couch. You were straddling him as your tongues danced across each other, desperately licking into each others mouth as a groan of pleasure ripped through you.

His strong hands that held onto your hips snaked their way up your sweatshirt, cupping your breast as his fingers traced the lace lining of your bra. Grinding yourself onto him your hands cupped his face, the feeling of his beard ticking the palms of your hands slightly, the kiss was passionate and his plump lips made your head spin in need. Pulling away his mouth was slightly covered in your red lipstick, but that didn't seem to bother him none. He reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head with your help and his mouth attacked your breast, collar bone, and neck.

You held his face against your neck as you tossed your head back, the sensation of his lips suckling at the sensitive spot on your neck made you whimper out in pleasure. But like a crack of thunder realization ripped through your body. He's not yours, he's someone else's man. He belonged to Mary who invited you into her home, who trusted you with their secrets, their stories, their truth. Guilt bloomed within your gut as Elias continued to kiss at your neck and breast, his moans made you feel sick with shame.

"Elias, wait..." You whispered, pulling away slightly from him, but you were sitting in his lap.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he tried to kiss you again, but you dodged his lips. You swallowed as you avoided his needy gaze, you knew if you stared at him too long your convictions might crack.

"This ain't right..."

"It's 'ight. It's fine, ma. I promise."

"No, its not fine." You gasped rising from his lap as if he touch alone burned you. With shaky hands you reached for the tape recorder, pressing stop on the tiny machine, and the faint whirring sound died into awkward silence. You quickly gathered your things as Elias watched, slightly startled by your sudden change of demeanor. "This was a mistake, please forget about this." You begged, holding your sweatshirt close to your body, shielding your half nude frame from his intense gaze.

"Forget about what? You ain't did nothin' wrong, we ain't did nothin' wrong...I noticed the way you've been lookin' at me, we both know you want this." Elias reassured but you were already moving towards the steps, your socks making you glide a bit with each rushed and uneven steps you took. What's gotten into you? You weren't the kind of person to entertain anyone who was in a relationship - you've always hated cheaters. Always condemning the kind of person who would break their partner's trust in such a way.

But you were a kiss away from being the one thing you couldn't stand. Slamming your bedroom door shut your mind raced with worried thoughts about your actions. Was this book truly worth it? You could just tell them that this wasn't good idea, leaving all of your notes, recordings and even your computer in their possession and leave.

Half of you wished that you didn't pull away from him.

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The tape recorder groaned out a small click and whirred as your thumb pressed the play button - again. Elias's soothing voice muffled from the tiny recorder, his southern accent was slightly static from the cheap device yet you could still feel that passion with each word he spoke. His words about his story, about his brother, and his life truly moved you. But now those tender words were tainted with guilt. A long static pause pushed from the tiny speaker and then unmistakable sounds of kisses, of groans, the quiet thud of your sweater dropping on the floor.

You winched at the noises, cursing yourself out within your head. Your thumb hit the stop button, followed by the rewind button, and lastly pressing play for the hundredth time. Listening to the same words Elias spoke, listening to the same pauses and cadences. You kept listening to the recording as some sick form of punishment or reminder of your transgression.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, the blue cotton nightgown you wore clung onto your slightly damp legs, you decided to take a bath after the kiss - hoping that the warm water and floral scented soap would wash away the betrayal. You thanked the gods above that your bathroom was connected to your bedroom, you haven't left your room in hours now. Mary had been home, you knew this as you heard shuffling from downstairs, and the sunrays that slipped past the thick curtains gave you the clue that she left the bar. Her and Elias always arrive home before the sun could catch them.

The smell of breakfast curled through the air, slipping underneath your door, and tickled your nose. The slight pain of hunger nipped within your stomach. The smell of grits, eggs, bacon, and pancakes with sweet syrup made your mouth water - and you knew that Mary cooked them just the way you liked it.

But you're not leaving your room anytime soon.

Pressing rewind on the tape recorder again, soft knocking reverberated through your room, making you jump in surprise. Your eyes glued onto the wooden door, widening like deer in the headlights. Maybe if you stayed quiet they'd cut their losses and leave you alone. But then another round of knocking came soon after, making you spit out a 'fuck' under your breath.

"I know you're up, it's me!" Mary sang out, her voice was bright, light, and lacked any hurt you might've suspected she had. But maybe it was a front to lure you out so she could sink her teeth into you for messing with her man. You didn't answer as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and tossing it onto the bed beside you, your wide eyes still lingering on the door.

"I made breakfast, I figured you would've joined us by now. We can still eat, though. Maybe in the sunroom? it's cloudy and the trees blocks out the sun..." Mary spoke calmly as soft chuckles escaped her lips after uttering the word 'sunroom', normally you would've made a joke about vampires even owning a house with such a room that they couldn't even enjoy. But you didn't say a word. A beat passed, no footsteps, Mary hadn't walked away.

Damn was this lady persistent...

With a loud and dramatic sigh Mary spoke again, her voice dripping with playful annoyance. "Come on, sweetpea. Don't make me come in and drag you out! You know I will..." She mumbled, dragging out the nickname she gave you days ago. Sweetpea, that was what she called you, and the nickname always made you feel fuzzy inside whenever she sang it out to you.

Standing up from the bed you shuffled towards the heavy door, reaching for the golden doorknob you twisted it reluctantly, opening the door to become face to face with Mary. She stoon there casually, her arms crossed over her chest while her hip popped out to the side, putting all her weight onto her right leg. She wore a silk soft pink robe that accentuated all of her curves, the silk stopping mid thigh while her brown hair was was wrapped in matching pink rollers.

Her face lit up when she saw you, her caring expression made your heart sank. "Finally!" She gasped out, leaning in slightly as her smile danced wider across her beautiful features. "I was seconds away from kickin' the door down."

You tried to smile at her casual demeanor, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Your gazed dropped to your bare feet, curling your toes nervously, and you hoped that the wooden floorboards would open up and swallow you from this awkward situation. Mary's cheerful expression shifted and her arms lowered to her sides, leaning on the door frame her eyes scanned your body.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft and full of concern. "What's wrong?"

"I kissed Elias..." You blurted out, it's best to just get it out the way than to drag it out. Your voice cracked with each syllable you choked out as your eyes clashed with Mary's brown irises. "I didn't mean to, it just happened. It was stupid, I-I feel awful I'm so sorry."

Mary stood there and her expression went flat, her plump lips forming a straight line. Then her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as if she was digesting your words, and without missing a beat a toothy grin was plastered on her face.

And she laughed.

Placing a hand over her chest her laugher grew, it was as if you just told her a joke, not the fact that you kissed her lover. You blinked at her in shock, confused and wondering if she heard you or lost her mind. "You laughin'?" You asked your hand still gripping the doorknob just in case she tried to charge at you, slamming the door in her face, it wouldn't do a damn thing but it gave you some comfort.

Mary waved her hand through the air, simulating swatting away smoke as she spoke in between fits of chuckles. "I-I'm sorry, sweetpea, haha! It's just--Damn, that's why you've locked ya self away in this room? Ya scared of big bad Mary?"

Her expression then shifted again, a teasing pout forming on her lips, tilting her head to the side. "Wait, wait...Did ya'll two--"

"No! No, never that. It was just a kiss, that's all."

"Shame. Was hopin' to hear more about ya'll. He's handsome, ain't he? Smart mouthed, passionate, and tough...It's the grills that do it for me. Is it the same for you?" She asked casually, which made you slightly reel back from her words. She wasn't upset that you kissed Elias. She was upset that you didn't go through with it. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water - everyday that past these two always surprise you in the strangest of ways.

"But I--Ain't y'all together?" You questioned.

"We are." Mary replied, crossing her arms around her chest again, biting her lip as her eyes became half-lidded. Her gaze was unreadable to you now. Was she joking with you or was she flirting with you? It seemed like a mixture of both with something else lingering beneath the surface. Pushing herself from the doorframe Mary shot you a wink, turning on her heel as her hips swayed seductively with each step she took.

"Your breakfast is gettin' cold, darlin'. And I ain't gonna reheat no bacon."

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Rain poured down steadily, turning the garden outside into a shimmering blur of greens, blues, and greys. Calming pitter patter of the raindrops beat against the screens and windows of the sunroom, the sound creating white noise that made the space you shared with Elias and Mary much more intimate. You sat between them at a small, mosaic round table, your plate was nearly finished save for a few more bites of grits.

Mary leaned back in the metal chair, her legs crossed as she twirled a cherry flavored candy in her mouth. Her tongue clicking and popping around the sweet as her eyes gazed up at the sheer roof, it was as if she was in a trance, deep in thought about something you weren't privy to. Your eyes lingered onto Mary for a split second before looking back down at your plate.

"I was wondering...Can ya'll eat? Like, human food?" You asked. Elias was the one to answer your question with a roll of his broad shoulders, his voice deep and rich with a southern drawl. "Only in moderation, eat too much an' we get sick, same with drinkin' from somebody with an illness."

Mary nodded at his words in agreement, the bright red candy bulging at the side of her cheek as she chimed in on the conversation. "I just like suckin' on sweet things - satisfies the craving...Sweetpea." She then looked at you, sending you a wink that made your cheeks tingle. Surly she was just talking about candy...Right? Clearing your throat, you wiped your face off with a napkin, inhaling the thick air before you spoke.

"I just wanted to say, to the both of you, I'm sorry for the kiss. For oversteppin' and makin' things messy..."

"We been messy way before you were even a thought, you ain't do nothin', ma." Elias said in a jesting tone, but you could tell he was sincere with his words. Even being graced with their forgiveness, your heart couldn't stop racing - not out of fear, but with something much more stronger. Much more passionate, much more needier. And it didn't help that Elias was sitting right next to you in nothing but low rise sweatpants and a gold chain, the Jesus piece resting against his bare chest. His muscles flexed with each shift he made, and the soft sheen of the cloudy skies illuminated his brown skin, making him shine within the grey atmosphere.

Elias was temptation in the flesh and Mary was the snake that beckoned you to take a bite.

"So, since we're on the topic of Elias kissin' up on our guest. I gotta know - how did she feel?" Mary purred, a mischievous smile danced across her face, you choked on your orange juice at her words. Coughing, your eyes landed on Elias, who seemed to be unfazed by Mary's question.

"She felt nice, real nice." He said simply. His strong hands scratched at the side of his face, fixing the stray hairs within his neatly trimmed beard. "She got the softest lips and she taste sweet...Like candy." Your breath was caught in your throat, they were talking about you as if you weren't even there. But the way that Elias spoke about kissing you and the way Mary's hips slightly rolled from him recalling the memory made your core tingle with desire, your pussy was clenching around nothing, you desperately needed to be touched and stroked.

And these two will gladly deliver.

The cherry flavored candy clicking loudly between Mary's fangs. "Well, ain't that just precious...But now I'm curious." Her voice was like velvet and she leaned forward towards you, eliminating the space between the two of you as her eyes flicked between your open mouth and hazy irises. "How do you taste, darlin'? You as sweet as my Stack says?"

Before you could even think about answering her, Mary plucked the bright red candy out of her mouth, and planted a heated kiss onto your lips. Her mouthed moved against yours with a feverish rhythm, demanding your attention more than asking, her lips were sweet but the kissed you shared with her wasn't. It was possession in its purest form, it was nasty, and it was passionate. She licked into your open mouth, swallowing the gasps that slipped past your lips as if she was starving for you. Her kiss was different from Elias - it was hungrier and she was in charge with how your lips and tongue moved against hers. Kissing Elias felt like dancing, kissing Mary felt like entering a fight that you didn't mind losing.

Your hands trembled slightly as you cupped Mary's face, trying and failing to steady her kisses, your eyes shut as you pulled yourself into Mary's embrace. Your breast laid flush onto hers, and the feeling of her nipples hardening and rubbing against yours made your head spin. Your heart was pounding wildly within your chest and your legs squeezed together tightly to ease the aching throb of your core. The cotton fabric of your nightgown was bunched on top of your pussy, and you rolled your hips against the rough fabric, your clit jumping at the sensation of the cotton pressing against it.

But it wasn't enough.

With heavy lidded eyes you gazed at Elias who just watched on with pure amusement, lazily slouched back with one arm hooked around the back of the metal chair. His mouth curled up into a mischievous grin that oozed with lust, his golden capped fangs shining brightly through the grey atmosphere within the sunroom. Those dimples, the same ones that you've been obsessed with the moment you saw him deepen as his smile grew, his eyes were locked onto yours as Mary skilled tongue massaged over yours - pulling yet another moan out of you.

Back away from the kiss, the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip with Mary's snapped, the thin spit clinging on your chin. You tried to lean in to kiss her again, but she pushed you away by your face, her hand gripping your jaw firmly which made your lips pucker in a pout.

"Uh, Uh girl. I'm the jealous type, focus on me, and only me unless we say somethin' otherwise." Mary tutted out in her normal sing song tone. You were caught between the scorching heat of Mary's attention and the intense weight of Elias's stare, you felt yourself unravel by the second. In the back of your mind, red flags and warning bells were firing off, but your lust was stronger than your inhibitions.

With the candy still within her fingers, Elias leaned forward, he was sitting behind you, and his mouth wrapped around Mary's delicate fingers. Licking them and savoring the artificially sweet cherry flavor that clung onto her pale olive skin, slowly he pulled his mouth away with a wet pop - the candy was gone, it was now in his mouth. Mary's fingers were slick with spit and slightly sticky from the candy, your breath hitched in your throat as she wiggled them in your face teasingly.

"Go on, Mary. Stop pickin' on her..." Elias spoke as he sucked on the hard sweet. A giggle fell from Mary's swollen lips and she whispered: "Pull up that nightdress for me, sweetpea. I wanna see that pussy weep." With a rushed nodding of your head you did as you were told, pulling up the fabric and bunching it around your waist, your bare sex exposed under the needy gaze of Mary and Elias. Her fingers that were slicked with Elias's spit reached down to stroke you, earning a whimper from your lips. It's been too long since you've been touched like this by another person, and it seems like your body realized this, you were already soaking.

"Shit, so fuckin' pretty...Pussy fat as hell, you've been hiding her under all them clothes, tragic." Mary whispered, biting her lip as she dragged her slicked fingers over your folds, pulling your wetness up towards your thumping clit. You squirmed under her touch, leaning back against Elias's strong chest. Instinctually you closed your thighs shut, which made Mary's hand that rested on your jaw land on your knee, prying your legs open as she dipped her ring and middle fingers between your wet pussy lips.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in place, while another was pressed between the soft mounds of your breasts. Elias's hand rested on your throat, not tight yet, but his grasp on your neck still held pressure. He could feel the fast paced pounding of your pulse under his calloused fingers, the feeling of it made him strain against his grey sweatpants, placing tender kisses on your cheek and the shell of your ear he whispered.

"You heard what she said, ma. Watch her stroke that pretty pussy, you ain't ready for me yet."

And your glassy eyes peered down at Mary trying your best, and failing, to ignore Elias's hot kisses on your skin. Mary's slim fingers rubbed tight circles on your sensitive bud, breaking the circular movements sporadically to rub your clit from side to side, earning a raunchy wet from your cunt. Mary gasp as she felt you grow wetter under her hand, your hips rolling to catch up with her mean strokes against your sex, and slowly her fingers crept down to your slick opening. She dug her nails into the soft skin of your knee, earning a painful mewl mixed with pleasure from you, and she chuckled as the tips of her fingers pressed inside of you.

She didn't push all the way in, only stopping at the second joint of her fingers until she pulled out of you, rubbing your clit again. Your face twisted in primal need as your hips bucked forward and your hands scratching at Elias's strong forearm that was wrapped tightly around your waist.

"Damn, you hear that? She's wetter than a fuckin' pool." Elias said against your ear as he watched Mary's fingers turn you out.

"Mhm, music to my ears. I wanna taste her, I wanna show her what you taught me, Stack..." Mary replied with her eyes locked onto his, as if asking him permission to continue giving you pleasure.

"Do it, ma. Put that tongue to work."

Then she lowered her head, slipping out of the chair she resided in, and slinked onto her knees. Propping your legs over her shoulders, her tongue slowly licked you from your aching core towards your bundle of nerves, fluttering her long eyelashes with each long stroke she made with her skillful tongue. Sucking on your clit as if it was the same piece of candy she held within her mouth moments prior. You grinded against her face, which made her flatten her tongue, allowing you to fuck yourself on the pink muscle.

Whimpers, whines, and groans rolled out of your mouth with each lick Mary had made over your soaking pussy. Her hands held onto your thighs, holding them open to make sure she truly tasted every inch of your sex. The hold that Elias had on your throat tighten, but the mild pain only added to the intense pleasure Mary was giving you. Elias whispered praises in your ear, telling you how good you're taking Mary's tongue, how pretty your moans sound, and how he couldn't wait to fuck you next.

"Oh, fuck. Y-yes, like that..." You sighed out, your voice fraying at the end of the sort sentence. Mary's soft lips wrapped around your clit before pulling away with a wet pop, her tongue now licking at you with fever, her tongue dragging figures across your dripping cunt.

And then it hit you.

She was spelling her name out with her tongue.

On your pussy.

Nasty. That was all you could muster to think and you loved it. You wondered what great deed you've done to end up being rubbed, licked, and sucked on by two beautiful people. The sharp feeling of Elias's fangs scratched the shell of your ear slightly, earning a shiver to race down your spine. Mary circled around your clit with her tongue faster, sliding in her fingers inside you again, this time she pressed them all the way in stopping at her knuckles. Your pussy squeezed around her nimble digits, her fingers making a scissoring motion inside your wet core, making you yelp out in pleasure.

Your hands that were once on Elias's forearm rested on Mary's neck, you tried your best not to grip at the rollers in her hair, your legs shaking around her head which earned a chuckle from Elias. He was enjoying the view greatly, he knew you were close, squeezing your neck to earn that fuzzy feeling that nipped at your brain. A breathy sob fell from your open mouth as your eyes shut tightly, holding your head back Elias's lips crashed onto yours, kissing you as your orgasm ripped through you. The cherry taste from the candy still in his mouth flooded your senses, his tongue pushing the hard candy past your plump lips, making you suck on the sweet in delight.

Mary pulled away from your spent pussy, her plump and swollen lips shiny and covered with your juices, but she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip shaking her head in approval at the taste of you. "You are sweet, baby. Stack wasn't lyin' - not one bit," she laughed as her fingers helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly fucking into your twitching pussy. "Such a sweet pussy, I'm glad I came up with that nickname for you. Sweetpea, it's fittin' for you."

Still trembling from reaching your climax, Mary lifted herself from the ground, planting a open mouth kiss onto yours. You could taste yourself on her lips as you deepened the kiss, holding her face as your tongues danced, you were getting use to her intense kisses. It was your turn to turn her into a moaning mess, gasping for air.

"Damn, nasty as fuck. She love the taste of her pussy on ya mouth, I like that, we ain't even have to train her to do this." Elias spoke with reverence as he watched the two of you makeout with each other, Mary hummed against your lips at his words, pleased to know that you weren't as uptight as you lead on to be. Her tongue fished for the candy that rested within your cheek, dragging it out of your mouth and into hers. Pulling her lips away from yours, Elias's squeezed your throat again, hard this time. Your eyes fluttered in pleasure as tears pricked within the corners, your mouth was open slack in an attempt to inhale a bit of air, but Mary hovered over your gasping mouth with puckered lips.

A thick string of drool slipped past her slicked wet mouth, landing right into yours, earning your eyes to roll back. The taste of artificial cherry and your pussy juice made your head spin, swallowing up her spit as if it was holy water, Mary bit her lip at the sight. She was happy that she saw you in the bar weeks ago, she knew you would be trouble, and she couldn't wait for you to ruin her and Elias during the rest of your stay here. Reaching for her silk robe, Mary slipped it off of her petite frame, letting the soft fabric hit the ground with a light thud. She stood in front of you and Elias naked, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Both ya'll not wearin' any panties under your pajamas is drivin' me crazy," Elias sighed as his grip on your neck loosened, allowing you to catch your breath. "Ya'll planned this out?"

"Nah, baby. She just freaky as hell, just like me." Mary tutted out. Your eyes soaked up her nude body, toned and curved at just all the right places, it was as if her body was chiseled by master artists - a fucking Greek statue of a goddess coming to life. That's what she looked like, and your mouth watered at the thought of holding her in your arms. Elias noticed your staring and he smiled proudly.

"You like that, huh? She pretty ain't she? Go on, taste her too." Elias urged, helping you out of the chair you resided in, landing a smack against your ass with his strong hand as you sank onto the ground. A hiss escaped your lips from the action, but you still followed his orders, looking up at Mary with adoration. Your hands roamed her thighs, stopping at her waist to pull her closer towards you, making a gasp fall from her lips. Without missing a beat you latched your mouth onto her clit, your tongue lapping up her pussy like it was a delicacy. She was dripping, and the thought of her getting this wet just by eating you out made your loins burn with desire.

Rolling her hips Mary grinded her pussy against your tongue, you flatten it enough for her to use it to her liking, only stopping to suck at her swollen clit. Leaning back onto your knees you stared at her glistening sex, and with a pucker of your lips you spit onto her sensitive bud. A low and guttural moan escaped from Elias at the sight, he was shocked with how natural all of this was for you, as if you've done this with them a thousand times by now.

Mary cupped her breast, pinching her nipple as your fingers rubbed her clit, pressing down slightly with each stroke you gave. Sliding in a finger you began to fuck into her and her head whipped back with pleasure, attaching your mouth back onto her clit you began to suck harder, your finger pumping into her faster.

"So damn tight, your pussy is grippin' me...Swallowin' me, baby." You muttered against her wet cunt, your raunchy words earning desperate buck from her hips. Your sucking on her clit grew faster and you added another finger inside of her, Elias stood up from his chair now, walking towards Mary and placed a sloppy kiss onto her mouth. He held her face within his strong hands and she moaned into his mouth, his tongue licked past her lips, he was practically devouring her whimpers of pleasures. You, still on your knees watched in awe, sucking and rolling your tongue on her twitching clit.

Mary grabbed the back of your head, her breathing fast now, you could tell she was close with how her hips wildly grinded against your face. Elias sucked at her neck, leaving behind bright red hickeys, earning mewls of pleasure from her. Mary's legs began to shake uncontrollably, her weight slowly pressing against your mouth, and without warning she pulled your mouth away from her creamy wet sex. Her eyes rolled back as you watched her tremble above you and you licked up her juices off of your fingers with delight.

Elias broke away from the passionate kiss he shared with Mary, pulling you up from the hard floor of the sunroom, and in his tender embrace. Your lips crashed into his, fighting for dominance as Mary watched on in hunger, catching her breath as she came down from reaching her orgasm. Her lips were added in the intense makeout session, she was kissing you while you kissed Elias, and Elias was kissing her. All three of you were desperately trying to taste each other in the heated exchange of tongues.

With teeth bumping against each other and the taste of Mary's savory pussy juices on your mouth, you moaned with pleasure as she pushed the hard cherry flavored candy back into your mouth, the candy was now smaller than the last time you sucked on it. The sweetness of the candy still held the taste of you that made your head spin.

Mary's hands ripped at the collar of your nightgown, the sharp sound of tearing reverberated off of the screen walls within the sunroom, the cotton that once covered your body now hung loosely over your frame, you were nude now too. Elias pulled off the blue nightdress from your shoulders, goosebumps forming on your skin as the cool air hit your naked frame. The tattered nightgown fell onto the floor as Mary snaked behind you, placing kisses onto your neck and jaw, her hands roaming your body as if memorizing your every curve.

Pushing the plate that carried your breakfast onto the hard floor, the shattering sound of glass made you jump into Elias's arms, Mary sat onto the mosaic table. Stepping back into her embrace your swollen lips danced with Elias's, both of you humming into each others mouths at the sweet taste of Mary's pussy and the candy on your lips. Biting his bottom lip you pulled away from the kiss, leaning on Mary as her hands cupped your breast.

"That ain't fair, baby. We both naked and you got these sweats on..." You said as your hands traced down his toned body, feeling every dip and valley of his muscles, stopping at the waistband of his grey sweatpants. "She right, take those off." Mary chimed in, rolling your nipples between the digits of her fingers, the sharp yet pleasurable pain raced through your body and straight towards your needy pussy.

Without speaking a word Elias pulled his sweatpants off and your eyes widened.

"...'Lias." You whispered out his nickname at the sight of him, you were at a loss of words as your hazy eyes landed on his hard dick, and Mary laughed at your reaction. He was long, thick, and heavy. The veins pulsed down his girthy shaft and his dick curved a bit to the side, he was the biggest you've ever seen, and you're sure you'd be walking with a limp after this. You weren't sure he could fit inside of you and you clenched your legs together instinctually. It was as if Elias read your mind and he calmy stated: "Imma go slow until I know your pussy can handle me."

"And besides this won't be the last time he fucks you. Right, sweetpea? We'll make sure you get use to it." Mary reassured as she planted a soft kiss onto your cheek, twirling you around so you faced her. Elias held onto your waist, lifting you up into Mary's lap, you were straddling her now and she leaned back holding you in place. Her hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as your hands rested behind her, your breasts pressed firmly on hers.

Mary's thighs were pressed on the back of yours, making sure to keep you steady, and the both of you looked over your shoulder at Elias. Slowly he rubbed his tip against your wet folds, the sensation made you shiver in anticipation. With a kiss on your shoulder Elias entered you, his face twisting in ecstasy at the feeling of your soft walls pulsating around his thick member.

"F-fuck, you feel too damn good, ma." He groaned, his hands held onto your hips, the feeling of your velvety wet pussy clenching against the veins on his cock almost made him come right then and there, catching his breath he pushed himself inside of you to the hilt. The feeling of his thick dick stretching you out made you whimper, tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes fell onto your warm cheeks, which made Mary lean forward to lick and kiss them away.

High pitched grunts fell from your lips with each mean thrust he made, and it didn't help that Mary held your ass cheeks open, his dick drilling into you deeper. Your legs were turning into jelly as he hit that sweet spot inside of your pussy. Sucking onto the candy in your mouth you tried your best to stifle your whimpers and cries, your face was covered in tears and spit as Mary lapped up your salty teardrops, humming out in bliss at the taste - she was enjoying seeing you come undone from Elias's dick pounding into you.

"Keep cryin', ma. Shit--You so fuckin' tight." Elias praised as his hand that was once holding the softness of your hip rested at the back of your neck, his calloused fingers pressing firmly around your neck, your heavy breathing becoming deliciously strained from the pressure. A creamy mess was quickly formed between you and Elias due to the friction and your wetness, the raunchy wet sound of his dick fucking into you was music to Mary's ears, her hand reached between your flushed bodies as she rubbed tight circles on your clit.

The metal legs of the small circle table scratched against the floor with each buck of Elias's hips. Your head went fuzzy again from the overbearing sensation of Mary's fingers playing with your pussy, Elias's dick fucking into your g spot, and his strong hand restricting your airflow that you didn't realize what you were whimpering out.

"Fuckin' break m-me!" You cried as Mary's hand moved with the speed of light. "Please, please, please..." The feeling of Elias's cock twiching inside of your pussy from your request made you back up into him, meeting his hips halfway with a lazily smile plastered onto your face.

"Fuck! You hear her, baby?" Mary asked, as she watched Elias's eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open slack. "Why settle for a few months when we could have her forever?"

"I can fuck this pussy forever, d-damn. You like that sound of that, ma? Forever with us?" Elias muttered as his hips snapped into you sporadically. Your mind was clouded with lust and the desperate need to be released that you weren't fully grasping what they were talking about, only breathy sobs came from you.

But that was enough for Elias.

With one last long mean and nasty thrust his release crashed into him like a wave, finishing inside of you as his hips rocked into you with force, making your weight rest on Mary's chest. Your body trembling at the warm sensation of being filled to the brim with his seed, he was giving you his everything and the creamy mess of your wet sex mixed with his come froth between the two of you, dripping down towards Mary's soaking pussy.

The sensation of Elias pulling out of you slowly mixed with the skillful fingers of Mary stroking your clit made the knot within your stomach tightly wind up and snap. The burning hot feeling of your orgasm rattled through your bones, making you squirt all over the mosaic table, Elias's abdomen, and Mary's thighs and pussy. It was like a faucet that wouldn't stop and the candy that was in your mouth was crushed into tiny pieces from your teeth. Elias gave your core a playful smack with the shaft of his dick, soaking up your pussy juices that was now everywhere.

"You so messy, ma. So filthy..."

"Good job, sweetpea."

Your breathing was rapid and your body slick with sweat, it felt like you've been running a marathon, your body was so weak and fucked out. But the one fact about vampires that still amaze you rattled through your dickmatized thoughts: they had stamina. Mary's arms wrapped around your waist, earning your legs to wrap around her waist in the process, she guided the two of you on the soaked ground with the help of Elias.

"Ya'll gotta clean this up." Elias spoke casually, his dick still twitching from reaching his orgasm. Still within Mary's sweet embrace your trembling hand reached for Elias's girthy cock that was drenched in your wetness, your tongue dragging across the thick vein that raced towards the tip of his dick. Mary joined you, her tongue working at the base of his dick stopping to plant small kisses at his tip, your mouths and tongues bumping into each other.

Elias looked down at you two with a cocky smile, two beautiful women lapping up his dick would make any man fill with pride. With his hand tangled into your soft coils he raised up his other arm, flexing his bicep as a booming chuckle of pure gratification fell from his lips, you couldn't help but to roll your eyes at his arrogant display. Pulling your mouth away from his dick you placed a bite onto his v line, he hissed at the action, but his smile only grew wider.

Those fucking dimples will be the death of you.

Mary cupped your cheeks gently, turning your head to face her as she planted a soft and tender kiss onto your lips. This kiss wasn't primal like the others she gave - it was grounding. It seemed like she was making sure that you were okay, that you were still here. Breaking away from the kiss she rested her forehead onto yours, her beautiful deep brown eyes that you easily got lost in peered into yours.

"We're serious about out offer," she hummed out, biting her bottom lip as she wiped away the tearstains from your cheek. "We can do this forever, sweetpea. It's up to you, of course."

"I-I'll think about it." You mumbled, which earn a nod of understanding from her. Turning into a vampire was a daunting idea, being banished from the sun and having to survive off blood seemed like a burden that you weren't willing to comment to.

Yet.

"Good things come to those that wait; and we'll wait eternity for you, ma." It was Elias who said that. You and Mary lifted yourself from the ground, your arms slung around Elias's broad shoulders while Mary pressed against your backside, hugging you from behind. Your bodies tangled in the raw afterglow and your once foggy mind was set ablaze. Calling Elias and Mary your muse was an understatement of the century - they're your brilliance, your new found obsession, the passion behind each and every stroke of your pen. You didn't just feel inspired; you felt fulfilled.

You felt whole.

And you couldn't wait to write the next chapter.

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thank ya'll for sending in your requests! i'm closing requests (for right now loll) i'm gonna start writing/finishing up all of the request previously sent in before this date (7/7/25) i'm the type that wanna finish EVERYTHING before starting somethin' else lmaoo but don't worry ya'll finna get some quality fics coming up!

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bluudsucka · 2 months ago

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oh shiiit boo i misread smoke as stack! i hope this was decent tho lmaooo

Ooh can you do smoke x vamp!Reader tag team bullying Remmick oneshot pweez 🥹

can't take the heat? - vamp!stack x vamp!reader x remmick

summary: you and stack love to clown on each other, its how the two of you bond. but after being turned by remmick you both found it hilarious for him to be the butt of your jokes.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: teasing, slight bullying, use of the n word (it's stack we're talking about lmaoo he finna get in that ass lmaooo)

author's note: omggg, here's somethin' fun and short! listen, i'm a bit rusty on by ribbing so PLEASE if it's cringe i'm so sorry lmaoo! but this idea was cute and funny! enjoy boo <3

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Roasting, joning, ribbing, teasing, clowning, or just plain out taking shit. That was what you and Stack love to do and you two were especially good at it; always egging each other on with hoots and hollers. It was how you two bonded, how you two delt with the trauma of being stuck here indefinitely, and how you both empathized with each other.

"You gotta laugh to keep from cryin'."

That was yours and Stack's motto - and you both followed it down to the T. After that hell of a night that transpired at the Juke, you and Stack were bonded together, and that also meant you were bonded to him.

Remmick.

He was your sire, but you were Stack's sire also, so the chain of command between the three of you were murky. Even so; Remmick had the authority to read both of your minds. Diving deep within your shared psyche to truly understand your wants, fears, and desires. He understood you and Stack like the back of his hand; and that pissed off Stack to no end.

But what Remmick couldn't comprehend - no matter how long he'd scour your minds - was your odd 'love language' of insults you and Stack would share amongst each other. Remmick wasn't gifted with a fast mind and sharp tongue, he'd always stumble over his words or stand there looking lost when you and Stack would enter into your shit talking. Remmick would avoid the two of you when it got like this, but alas - no one could avoid Stack's heightened senses.

"Boy, stop!"

Remmick dreaded hearing that...

Stack would always laugh out that phrase, dragging out the word 'stop' dramatically to the point where Remmick's stomach would drop to his ass. Freezing in place the older vampire would sigh in defeat - if he would've left the conversation he wouldn't hear the end of it - it's smarter to just suck it up and take his lashings now.

Your ears would perk up at Stack's mischievous voice, and a grin of pleasure would tug on your lips, leaning your weight onto Stack's strong frame. With glinting eyes of excitement, you sang out: "Boy, look at them pants! Goddamn high waters - you know floodin' season is over, right?"

"He got the audacity to wear them suspenders and a belt, I'm sick! Looks like he got dressed in the dark." Stack chuckled, pointing at the belt that sat high on Remmick's stomach - holding his pants up that were a size too big on him.

"Parent's musta not loved him; you can tell he ain't never got dressed up for Sunday Easter!" You replied, your arm hung lazily around Stack's shoulder.

"You can tell he ain't never got dressed up, period..." Stack shook his head in dramatic disapproval, biting on the wooden toothpick that rested in his mouth. Remmick sighed and rolled his shoulders, he was starting to regret turning you.

"Alright, guys...I get it - I don't know how to dress." Remmick groaned out as he walked past the two of you, he was ready to head out to feed, yet that was the first mistake he'd make tonight.

He should've kept quiet.

"Haha, 'alright, guys, i get it'," you laughed out, deepening your voice to mock Remmick. "If you 'got it' you wouldn't be wearin' them beat up ass shoes, my god! Looks like you've been walkin' for forty days and forty nights!"

This earned a booming laugh from Stack, his head resting on top of yours, and his body shook with each thunderous chuckle that rolled off his body. Remmick was growing tired of this, grabbing his coat he walked past the two of you again, but this time he bumped into Stack's shoulder.

Another mistake he made.

"Damn, you smell that shit?" Stack asked you, scrunching his face up as if he smelt something deadly. You didn't reply but you looked at him, awaiting what he'll say next, and with a flick of the wrist Stack spoke again: "You smellin' like a roll of nickels, partna. When's the last time you washed your ass - when Jesus rose from the grave?"

That struck a nerve.

"Even if I did smell like a roll of nickels, is that bad?" Remmick shouted out, which made you and Stack pause your laughter, vampiric eyes gazing into each other's as you both processed Remmick's remark.

"Uh, uh...You ain't never beating the musty allegations. Bad enough your breath smells like ten cans of bounce that ass." You whispered.

"It's true! I gotta hold my breath every time he talks to me, smells like fuckin' onions." Stack cackled as his hand was shoved within the pocket of his well-tailored suit.

"Nah, smells like fuckin' tooth decay - you know Remmick, you should still brush your teeth even after turning. Every time you speak it feels like I'm dyin' all over again." You chimed in, your face twisting in that of faux worry, the look on your face was getting under Remmick's skin.

"And floss too, all them fuckin' blood clots in your mouth. You got all that gold but can't buy some toothpaste and a goddamn toothbrush?" Stack sucked his teeth, and his eyes looked at Remmick up and down with utter disgust.

"Y-You two ain't nothin' but some damn idiots; the peanut gallery!" Remmick yelled, his chest heaving in annoyance and his face beat red. A long pause lingered over the three of you, and Stack's once playful aura melted into that of malice.

"The 'peanut gallery'? The fucks that supposed to mean?" Stack asked and his hold on your frame disappeared, stepping closer towards Remmick - but Remmick didn't back down. He stared straight into Stack's eyes, not bothering to break eye contact with the fledging.

"You heard what I said! All you do is pick an' pick; as if I ain't give ya'll the gift of eternal life!" Remmick seethed between sharp canines.

"Gift?" Stack asked, turning his head to look at you before gazing back into Remmick's clod stare. "Nigga, you killed us! And I suggest you stop right here before I really get in that ass; don't play with me."

You quickly stepped in between Stack and Remmick, placing your hands on both of their chest, creating much needed distance between the two. Stack wasn't the kind of man to spit out threats just cause - he was serious. But you didn't blame him, being turned into a vampire without your say so can make anyone testy.

"Aight, Aight! I think shorty had enough." You said, referring to Remmick as shorty. Remmick flinched at your crude nickname for him, but he backed away, shrugging on his coat before speaking: "I'll be back - can't stand neither of ya'll."

"C'mon! We're just playin', Rem!" You shouted but your pleas were met with slamming of the heavy wooden door.

"And make sure you got some clothes that fit, you raggedy ass bastard!" Stack shouted out.

"Stack!" You laughed, playfully slapping his arm. He rolled his eyes and shot you a wide toothy smile - showing of his golden capped fangs. "What? You know I'm right, girl." He spoke.

"Yea', but still though, we probably went too hard on 'em. He's not cut from the same cloth as us, y'know." You stated, crossing your arms over your chest, leaning into Stack's strong frame.

"So? I don't give a damn..."

You sucked your teeth and pushed away from Stack, your hips swaying as you walked towards the upstairs of your shared living space with the two other vampires, but before making your way up the steps you stopped dead in your tracks and smiled.

"Hopefully when Rem gets back, he'll pocket a few breath mints, I was fightin' back tears." You sighed which made Stack chuckle out in amusement.

"Right? How you damn near a thousand years old but walking around with a yuck mouth?" Stack questioned, chewing on the thin wooden toothpick within his mouth. You shrugged your shoulders made your way up the mahogany staircase.

"Who says I was talkin' about Remmick?"

"Girl, stop!"

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bluudsucka · 2 months ago

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Ooh can you do smoke x vamp!Reader tag team bullying Remmick oneshot pweez 🥹

can't take the heat? - vamp!stack x vamp!reader x remmick

summary: you and stack love to clown on each other, its how the two of you bond. but after being turned by remmick you both found it hilarious for him to be the butt of your jokes.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: teasing, slight bullying, use of the n word (it's stack we're talking about lmaoo he finna get in that ass lmaooo)

author's note: omggg, here's somethin' fun and short! listen, i'm a bit rusty on my ribbing so PLEASE if it's cringe i'm so sorry lmaoo! but this idea was cute and funny! enjoy boo <3 (i misread smoke as stack but i already wrote the shit so we just gon keep rockin lmaoo)

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Roasting, joning, ribbing, teasing, clowning, or just plain out talking shit. That was what you and Stack love to do and you two were especially good at it; always egging each other on with hoots and hollers. It was how you two bonded, how you two dealt with the trauma of being stuck here indefinitely, and how you both empathized with each other.

"You gotta laugh to keep from cryin'."

Remmick.

"Boy, stop!"

Remmick dreaded hearing that...

"Parent's musta not loved him; you can tell he ain't never got dressed up for Easter Sunday!" You replied, your arm hung lazily around Stack's shoulder.

"Alright, guys...I get it - I don't know how to dress." Remmick groaned out as he walked past the two of you, he was ready to head out to feed, yet that was the first mistake he'd make tonight.

He should've kept quiet.

Another mistake he made.

That struck a nerve.

"Uh, uh...You ain't never beating the musty allegations. Bad enough your breath smells like ten cans of bounce that ass." You whispered.

"It's true! I gotta hold my breath every time he talks to me, smells like fuckin' onions." Stack cackled as his hand was shoved within the pocket of his well-tailored suit.

"You heard what I said! All you do is pick an' pick; as if I ain't give ya'll the gift of eternal life!" Remmick seethed between sharp canines.

"Gift?" Stack asked, turning his head to look at you before gazing back into Remmick's cold stare. "Nigga, you killed us! And I suggest you stop right here before I really get in that ass; don't play with me."

"C'mon! We're just playin', Rem!" You shouted but your pleas were met with slamming of the heavy wooden door.

"And make sure you get some clothes that fit, you raggedy ass bastard!" Stack shouted out.

"Stack!" You laughed, playfully slapping his arm. He rolled his eyes and shot you a wide toothy smile - showing of his golden capped fangs. "What? You know I'm right, girl." He spoke.

"Yea', but still though, we probably went too hard on 'em. He's not cut from the same cloth as us, y'know." You stated, crossing your arms over your chest, leaning into Stack's strong frame.

"So? I don't give a damn..."

"Hopefully when Rem gets back, he'll pocket a few breath mints, I was fightin' back tears." You sighed which made Stack chuckle out in amusement.

"Who says I was talkin' about Remmick?"

"Girl, stop!"

#sinners fanfiction #black reader #stack moore x reader #stack x reader #remmick fanfic #remmick x reader #remmick x black!reader #stack x black!reader

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august night - remmick x fem!reader (chapter III)

chapter I - chapter II - chapter III

summary: after your found vampire 'family' was attacked by hunters, you and your lover remmick were separated. both lost and thrusted into the rapidly developing yet harsh world that was the twentieth century. finding yourself alone; you had to make do. doing anything you can to survive. after being apart for two decades - your once severed connection was reignited. remmick found you walking amongst the living within the bustling city of new york, miles away from mississippi. dropping everything he went to find you; to bring you back home to him...but things changed, you changed, and the once close relationship you both shared changed. yet it didn't hurt to pay you a visit...right?

word count: 16k

warnings: smut, bloodplay, squirting, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, slow burn (?), dialog heavy, slight angst, mentions of colonialism, slight mentions of race, noncanonical setting (early 90s), hivemind, slight mentions of toxic relationship dynamics, trauma bonding

author's note: the final part of the remmick august night series, i wanna thank ya'll for the support! this is the longest fic i ever wrote, so get your snacks, drink, etc. while writing this i was listening to pyramids AND pink matter by frank ocean (i got alotta inspo from those two songs, this fic took WEEKS to write loll. it's not mandatory but i recommend listening to both songs to get the vibe of remmick x reader dynamic) much love to all and thank you for reading <3

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August 25, 1992

The city pulsed like a beating heart with each step Remmick took; as if the city itself was alive. Sirens wailed in the distance and the multiple neon colored signs buzzed with energy, the reds and blue hues from advertisements dusted over his pale skin, and the steam that floated above the multiple street grates clung to his clothes like the cold sweat on his forehead. The New York air was thick with the smell of rot, diesel, and street vendor foods - he hated it.

This place reeks...

Remmick stopped his brisk pace through the crowded sidewalk and stood on the corner, his dark eyes gazing ahead as he waited for the signal to cross the rain slick asphalt, rolling his tense shoulders as his hands rested in the pockets of his leather jacket. The once speeding cars halted to a stop and the signal to cross the street lit up brightly, brushing pass the people who walked the busy crosswalk with him, his shoulder bumping into a man who spat out profanities to Remmick telling him that he should watch where he was going.

Remmick didn't flinch at the strangers volatile words, his mind was focus on one thing, and his surroundings were nothing but an afterthought. Stepping over the cracked curb the sounds of people chattering and their heartbeats raced through Remmick's mind. The feral hunger clawed at his mouth with a vicious sting, clearing his throat with a strained cough he continued to push through the crowd of commuters, fighting the urge to sink his fangs into their flesh and indulge in the warmth of their ichor.

Remmick was starving to the point were his mind would feel fuzzy and his teeth would ache in agonizing pain - he would bite the calloused skin of his thumb or choke out a cough to ease the hunger. He needed to eat something soon, as his already undead body would tremble with late set rigor mortis.

But he would not feed.

The once beastly hunger that plagued him became sickening it became sacrilegious problem for him. And the thoughts of him over indulging just because he could sent a wave of embarrassment and shame through out his entire being. He thought he was free; but in reality he was shackled down by another ball and chain.

His sinful greed.

Mississippi had swallowed Rimmick and spat him out. For twenty-four years Remmick moved from apartment to apartment, never truly staying in one place, and he watched as the world around him evolved and progressed within the shadows. He wouldn't leave his apartment, he wouldn't wonder the earth like he had done previously, before losing you. He'd slip out of his rundown living space that he rented out for a short period of time to feed. But he only ate when the hunger was too much to bare; when the ache within his mouth and the hallucinations became ravenous. He had did a complete one-eighty, not taking any pleasure in feeding, starving and locking himself away from humanity. He even stopped looking for community, stopped dogpiling promises of eternal life onto young artist who didn't know any better.

Punishment.

For not protecting you like he promised, for mistreating you when you needed him the most, and for not dying with you hand in hand like envisioned all those years prior. Remmick's once charismatic charm hollowed away as the decades pass - becoming a hermit amongst the roaches and rats from the many cheap apartments he would live in. The city screamed around him, but all he could hear was your voice repeating that phrase.

"Come find me."

You were here within this city; you still walked the earth amongst the living and that gave Remmick something to 'live' for again, he was content with spending the rest of his unnatural life within the darkness surrounded by vermin and the forgotten until the sun caught him, or until someone decided to be brave enough to pierce a stake within his unbeating heart. He could feel it in his icy bones that you were here in the big city, that your presence resided up north.

The fire inside of him that was extinguished reignited.

The headache started off as mild as Remmick stepped off of the subway when he entered the city - he took a train all the way from Mississippi to here, only stopping once for a layover in Virginia - but once his boots hit the concrete ground of the city he was determined to find you. The ringing in his head ramped up as he slightly jogged up the filthy steps of the subway, the hot summer air hitting his face but the once manageable pain quickly escalated in sharp and hot behind his eyes. It felt as if his head was stuck in a vice grip. Leaning against a brick wall that was covered in graffiti his shaky hands held onto his temples, a vain attempt to ease the pain.

Overwhelming sensation of memories crashed into his already scattered mind as his calloused hand rested at his temple. The memories your memories filled in head and drowned out his other senses.

The rough fabric of fishnets against cold thighs, the weight of sweat soaked bills stuffed tightly into garters and bra straps, the hazy neon red lights dusting across your brown skin, and that familiar hunger aching within your throat that only he could understand. Images and blurred fragments of your experiences within New York City's night life. Remmick saw men's faces, the burn of cigarette smoke against your lips, red finger nails tracing over your tips you've earned counting the multiple bills. And your once soft southern accent grew more harsh, more direct as it shattered into metropolitan twang, your voice sounded so different in his mind yet the sound of it gave Remmick nothing but comfort.

You work at a peep show in the Bronx.

Remmick's feet moved with desperation and each step he took was muscle memory, not of his own, but of yours. He followed your path that you would take every night, his feet ached with the painful sensation you felt with each step you took with your six inch heels. Your world bled in his mind like an open wound that wouldn't heal. This life you lived wasn't of choice but of necessity. Something that wasn't in your control.

You had to survive without him.

Remmick's eyes were met with dirty windows and red neon signs that obnoxiously advertised: Live Girls - Private Booths - XXX - Girls, Girls, Girls. The perks of living in this decade was the fact that establishments proudly displayed 'welcome' and 'come in' signs, asking to be invited in was a thing of the past. Rolling his shoulders, Remmick opened the heavy glass door, the overwhelming noise of the city muffled within the dingy sex shop.

The faint smell of perfume and sweat nipped at his nose while the low vibrations of sensual music fluttered through the thick air. With a quick turn on his heel Remmick headed towards the black staircase without hesitation, he could feel you calling towards him, and the bond that was once broken tethered him towards you. He could feel your restlessness, you could feel his sadness, and you both could feel each others desperation.

He finally found you.

"Hey, hey! You gotta pay first!"

Remmick paused at the rough voice that sliced through his mind like a sharpen knife, and his face twisted in disgust as his thumb flexed around the strap that dug into his leather coat, a beat up guitar case was strapped onto Remmick's back like a lid on a coffin. Heavy boots slowly stepped down the creaking staircase that advertised multiple dirty magazines that the shop sold.

Behind the counter sat a man with greasy face and equally greasy hair, he reeked of sweat and the neon lights bouncing off of his swollen red skin. He couldn't have been older than fifty as salt and pepper colored chest hair tangled around the gold chain that hung around his thick neck. The man's thick fingers that were covered in cheap rings drummed away at the glass countertop, and his cataract eyes peered into Remmick, tilting his head at the price sheet that was haphazardly tapped to the grimy wall.

"You gotta pay like everyone else, loverboy," The man stated. "You wanna peak at my girls? That'll be five bucks a token, two tokens if you want five minutes - more if you really want a show."

"I'm lookin' for someone." Remmick replied, his southern accent fraying at the end of his short sentence, and his dark eyes narrowed hard at the man - but he didn't blink. Remmick said your name, whispering it as if it was a holy phrase that needed to be respected, and that earned the greaseball of a man to laugh in his face.

"You one of her regulars? She's in booth two tonight, didn't peg you to be the type to like ebony can't blame you, though. The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice," there was a short yet heavy pause that lingered over the two men, and the clerk began to speak again, this time rambling in a vain attempt to break the ice and build 'comradery' between the two.

"Can't stop looking at her heart shaped ass, either. Grabbing it must feel like squeezing one of them stress balls. She's a pretty lil' thing." The man laughed, which only earn another beat of silence from Remmick, this time though the man noticed that the vampire clenched his jaw tightly at his words. The muscle beneath Remmick's jaw twitched with vitriol and rage at the man's crass descriptions of you - of his soul mate - his one and only. And it didn't help that he was starving ever since stepping foot in this sin city, hunger twisting behind his ribs with each breath he took.

The clerk was lucky that Remmick grew some sense of self restrain over the years...

Remmick eyes just stared straight through the man, and the thick air that lingered between the short conversation they shared felt wrong, felt deadly and the man uncomfortably shifted in his seat. In another attempt to ease the tense conversation the clerk blurted out a rushed: "Ten bucks...Ten bucks for the first round."

Without a word Remmick reached into the worn pocket of his leather coat, pulling out his wallet and fisting a crumple up ten dollar bill within his calloused hand. He laid it flat onto the plexiglass counter not in the waiting hand of the clerk. The swollen man belted out a pained snort, trying his best to control the tense situation.

"And I thought people from the south was suppose to be polite..." He muttered out, his fingers sliding over a red plastic basket of golden tokens. "You two will hit it off, she ain't that friendly either."

Remmick reached into the basket, fishing out two golden coins without meeting the eyes of the clerk, but that only made the man more wary of his presence. Swallowing hard his hazy eyes watch Remmick walk towards the steps again, not bothering to even glace back at him with each step he took.

"Enjoy the show." He called after him, the confidence in his voice was thinner now, more forced. But of course, Remmick didn't respond, his mind was more focus the reason why he was here in the first place...

You.

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Remmick ascended up the stairs, with each step he took the worn down wood creaked like old bones under his weight, and the sickly yellow florescent light of the sex shop downstairs morphed into heated crimson colored neon that spilled over the dark environment like rich blood. With twitching fingers due to hunger and restrain, he made his way towards your booth, and the closer he got the stronger that the invisible tether yanked at him with force. Entering the cramped booth, Remmick's face twisted in pain, not from hunger this time, but from recognition.

You were hurting.

Catching a shallow breath he sat on the small metal stool, and the soft clink of the coins reverberated through him. His fingers grazed over the token, tracing over the jagged edges as his own hurt clung within him - how far you both had stumbled off the path. Flipping the token he slid it inside of the coin slot, a metallic clink echoed and the black partition began to rise.

And there you were in all of your lace bound glory.

Your back was faced to him as your hips swayed slowly, your hands ran up your thighs to the soft curve of your lower back until they finally rested within the thick natural curls in your hair. With a tired exhale, you finally spoke the rehearsed line you've said countless of times to men who truly didn't deserve to hear it: "Hey, baby. You've come to see me? I've been watin' for you all day."

You turned on your heel and time stopped.

Remmick's dark eyes stared back at you through dirty plexiglass, the air buzzed faintly from the flickering lights and the ruined AC, moans that twisted with pleasure from strangers clung onto the dingy water stained wallpaper. The red light crawled over your face, sharpening your features, you still looked the same all those years ago. When you first invited him in your home, when he first held you within his arms, and when times were simple.

Within the beat of silence your face fractured and reassembled to display various emotion that only Remmick could see - that only he could understand.

Shock, anger, longing, fear, shame, joy, love, and contempt.

Remmick didn't flinch under your intense gaze, his shoulders hunched over as he rested his forearms over the denim jeans he wore, drinking in your expressions in an attempt to pinpoint exactly how you truly felt in the moment. The lump in his throat formed when he felt the sizzling hot vitriol that was directed towards him, yet the intense feeling was underlined with love. No matter how pissed you were at seeing his weatherworn face - you would always find it in your unbeating heart to cherish this man. The one who damned you to walk amongst the living within the shadows.

Alone.

"I thought so," you whispered, and the once stilted city accent transformed into your natural southern twang that was music to his ears. "You the reason I had a headache all goddamn night."

You turn your back towards Remmick again, swaying your hips slowly as the red light that loomed over you, the harsh red hues painting over the dusty pink lace lingerie set you wore. The garters pressed into the plush skin of your thighs and ass; the thin fabric holding up the sheer stockings, the hem of the stockings were lacy too, it matched your bra and panties which left barely anything to the imagination. You rolled your shoulders as your hands raced up your body, cupping your breast as your face contorted into faux pleasure, teasing Remmick as he looked away from you.

"You want the helpless and lovesick girlfriend fantasy, huh? Then go to another booth and no refunds, by the way so don't get mad if I don't moan your name like how I use to." You bitterly whimpered out, looking over your shoulder at the man, biting your lip when you finally finished your sentence. Those words were dripped in nothing but shallow sensuality. It sounded so foreign to him, this wasn't how you use to speak to him in the past and it shattered him to the core, it felt like a knife hit his gut and your blasé demeanor towards him made the feeling sting even more. Remmick's face twisted with anguish and remorse.

"I'm here because you called me--"

"I ain't call you...Haven't thought about your sorry ass since that night." You blurted out, cutting him off before he could even fully explain how he found you after all these years. You turned your lace covered body to face him again, your ex lover, who you thought was dead for the past decades. His appearance changed ever so slightly since the last time you've laid your eyes on him. His stubble grew a bit longer, sporting a short beard and mustache, losing the 1960s aesthetic in exchange for a more sensible getup.

He wore a brown leather jacket, the cuffs on the cheap faux leather cracked and chipped away due to friction mixed with age, and the jeans he wore were a dark blue denim. A casual white polo shirt with green decals, the buttons stopping just below his collar bone, and the golden chain peaked through the fabric.

After all this time he still had it.

A faint smile danced across your face at the sight of it, and the feeling of butterflies bloomed within your core. You still had your chain too, you never took it off, even when you've grown a distain for Remmick over the past years being separated. You wouldn't dare remove the jewelry, even when you've hit a few financial patches within your life living in the big city damn near pawning off the clothes on your back you always made sure to keep the necklace he gifted you.

"You're lyin'." Remmick replied knowingly, his dark irises glued onto the gold necklace that rested over your collar bone, his tone wasn't laced with cockiness nor superiority. He was just stating a fact that the two of you knew; you always thought about him the moment you two were forcibly separated from each others embrace.

Every second, minute, and hour...Remmick was always on your mind and that feeling was mutual.

"So what? You just felt me 'beg' for you within your mind, or somethin'? That you'll come and sweep me off my feet like some damsel in destress - that I'll thank you for savin' me? Please, that's too coinvent, Remmick. Too easy..." You spat out, your hips swaying with every word that slipped past your gloss covered lips, finally reaching the dingy plexiglass that barricaded you from him. The sound of your nails tapping against the glass made Remmick shiver, leaning forwards in the stool he wanted to break that glass. He wanted to be close to you. It was agonizing not being able to feel your skin against his hands, to hear your steady breathing, and to bury his face within the coils of your hair like he'd always do.

"I never stopped lookin' for you, darlin'. I searched all over since that night, I busted my ass and raced against the sun. I kept going, even if I hadn't felt you! I knew you was out there, somewhere..." He desperately choked out, his voice cracking and fraying as his southern accent melted into his natural Irish twang, he urgently rushed out his words. He wanted you to know that his life for the past twenty odd years was spent searching for you; he needed you to know that. With a heaving chest he spoke again, this time in an attempt at appeal to your senses - to tug at your heartstrings that only he knew.

"You're hurtin' somethin' awful, pretty girl--"

"Stop! You don't got the right to do that, not anymore!" You shrieked out, the sound of your raised voice made Remmick jump back a bit, his brown eyes widening as he adverted his gaze. His calloused hand rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to self sooth, tightening his jaw when he felt your once neutral gaze turn ice cold. The subtle feeling of yearning quickly turned sour within you. Half of you thought he changed - that maybe what he was saying was the truth. But the fact he used your nickname that he gave you; the same one he would throw around when things didn't go his way made the malice you felt towards him bubble to the surface once again.

"Do what?" Remmick meekly replied as his heavy eyes flicked between your scantily clad frame and his boots. His shoulders hanging low and resembled that of a child being scolded.

"Pretend to understand me." You whispered and your hands laid flat against the plexiglass. Remmick gazed at your palms, his eyes resting on the left one, the one with that jagged and raised scar.

The scar that started this all.

"I ain't pretending..."

But before he could explain himself further the thick partition raced down the plexiglass, shielding you from his gaze, his eyes was met with darkness. A strained gasp fell from Remmick's lips he hadn't even realized that he was holding his breath and with shaky hands he fisted the token out of his pocket. With rushed movements, as if each second that past would be detrimental, he thumbed the token into the coin slot and the clinking of metal flooded his ears.

He let out a sigh of relief to see you still standing there, leaning on your back against the glass with your arms cross, and staring over your shoulder as a thick pause lingered over the two of you like a weighted blanket.

"You still rottin' away in Mississippi?" You asked.

"Yea'." Remmick replied.

"Lemme guess: you still gorgin' yourself on blood until you're sick, throwin' up in the mud too? All pathetic like?" You bitterly sighed but your gaze still lingered onto Remmick, soaking up his every movement through long mascara covered lashes.

"No, I-I haven't 'ate' in a week..." He confessed as his leg bounced up and down franticly. Your eyes widen at this, you're shocked that the man could even sit in one place without groaning in pain or worse.

Going feral.

But you noticed how sickly he looked, how much he hunched over with his hands ghosting over his torso, and you watched intensely as he bit his thumb. His sharp canines jabbing into his cold skin in a vain effort to control his hunger, trying his best to fight the beast within that plagued every vampire who stalks the night.

"You always take shit too far - with everything you do! It's either all or nothin', I can't stand it," you stated with a roll of your eyes, but you didn't break away your gaze from him, and with a heavy sigh you continued speaking again. "You think starvin' yourself, going through all that pain makes you a different man, that it makes you better? It doesn't you ain't changed at all."

"You're right, I ain't changed, but I'm doing this as penance...For failing you, baby. For breaking the one promise I told you before all of this shit, it's a damn shame," Remmick looked away from you again, unable to meet your gaze as the guilt brutally ate away at him. His body began to tremble, and you weren't sure if it was because of his guilt or if his hunger was finally overcoming him. "What kinda man am I?" He croaked out, and that pitiful sound made your harden expression soften.

"Look at me," you whispered, turning on your heel you faced him again, your hand pressing onto the glass. Remmick's vacant eyes stared back into your irises, and he reached for the glass. Standing up from the stool the metal seat was knocked over by his desperate movements, the sharp sound of it hitting against concrete cut through the tense air like a sharpen blade. He pressed his hand over yours, he wanted to touch you. Dammit, he needed to touch you. But the thick and grimy glass withheld you from him.

"My shift ends in two hours. So, until then take care of your problem. There's a park three blocks south of here, I go there when I ain't got nothin' to eat, this city is big no one watches over there...Just be smart about it." You stated and your eyebrows knitted together. Your mind raced with worry as you watched Remmick nod his head slowly, processing the information that you gave him. You knew that he wouldn't be in his right mind for much longer and even though half of you still held animosity towards him - at the end of the day you loved him.

He was your man, you were his woman, and at some point your heart belonged to him.

Even though he never deserved it...

"Come find me." You urged and hearing that request fall from your plump lips made Remmick breath catch within his throat. Just hours ago this request echoed inside of his mind: the precise cadence, the drawn out pause between 'find' and 'me', the phrase spilled from your lips just the same like it was within his head. Remmick's face twisted in the sudden weight of recognition as his eyebrows knitted tightly together, creating a crease that formed across his forehead, deep and sharp.

"Y-You said that, baby. You said that in my head, exactly like that hours ago..." He murmured, his voice barely above a hush, but your expression didn't shift. You leaned in closer, your breath fogging onto the glass, and your lips hovered just above it close enough to kiss the surface. The golden necklace that adorn your throat caught the red neon light, glowing under the harsh hues and panting your brown skin as if you were shining like the sun itself.

"W-Where?" Remmick asked, his voice cracking with need, but you only stared, soaking up his worn down and exhausted appearance. And then, without warning, the black partition fell. The dull mechanical thud slicing between the moment you both shared, your beautiful frame vanishing behind darkness as his own reflection stared back at him within the dirty glass.

Pale, sickly, and desperate.

"Wait - no, no! Fuck!" Remmick franticly shouted as his shaky hands fumbled within the pockets of his coat, when he couldn't feel anything but his wallet, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His fingers scraped along the seams within the pockets of his pants, emptying out every forgotten receipt, loose change, and folded scrap paper.

But there was nothing; he ran out of tokens...

Staring at the barrier with pleading eyes and heavy breathing he'd hope that something within the universe would make the partition rise again, to bring you back in his gaze, but that of course didn't happen. Eventually he broke his needy stare away from the glass, taking a stumbled step away from the stained plexiglass, then another, and then another.

Reaching up Remmick adjusted the worn strap of his guitar case on his shoulder with a trembling hand, and with a long reluctant breath he turned and left the booth. The echo of your voice hammering within is fried thoughts as he followed your direction towards the park you spoke about; he needed to eat before he lose his already scattered mind.

"Come find me."

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The diner was dimly lit and the lights flickered, it was as if the fluorescent bulbs that loomed over the restaurant were too tired to shine fully, resembling the half asleep patrons who hunched over dirty tables. It was around four in the morning, but the outside world was still loud - still alive. The humming of distant sirens and the occasional honking of horns slipped through the dew slicked windows. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of burnt coffee and equally burnt eggs. The yellow and beige tiles were sticky in some places, still clinging onto congealed grease that spilled onto the floor hours prior.

The diner booths that you and Remmick shared was old, extremely so but you both were older than this entire diner combined. The red vinyl seats cracked and peeled at the seams, yellow stuffing puffing out the cracks like a bleeding flesh wound, and the table between you two was stained with years of use. The wood coated with a sheen of coffee stains, stale grease, and old syrup. No matter how much they'd clean the wood it'll always have a sheen of grime.

Remmick sat across from you in silence, his guitar leaning against the red vinyl seat, and he rolled his shoulders. His brown eyes staring intensely at you soaking up your presence as if you were a work of art; you were in his eyes. His sharp jawline was half shrouded by the collar of his leather jacket that he zipped up all the way, beneath the coat was his bloodstained shirt that clung onto his body, he was always a messy eater.

You regarded him with calm faux detachment, and with raise of your eyebrow you finally broke the silence that loomed over the both of you.

"You'll catch flies starin' like that." You said, tilting your head towards his slack jaw, but Remmick didn't bother to change his facial expression, afraid that if he looked away for just a second you'd disappear from him once again. The intense look within Remmick's gaze was a mixture of longing and worship that twisted into sharp reverence like a knife that stabbed into his heart.

You shifted in your seat slightly, the red vinyl groaning beneath you, and your golden necklace caught the hues from the flickering neon sign that displayed 'Open 24/7', the jewelry creating a halo effect around you, making you look ethereal; other worldly and Remmick couldn't help but to lean in closer.

Your body was swallowed by a thick, oversized flannel style coat, the hem of the jacket brushed against your bare knees as you sat within the booth. The coat was heavy, its texture was wool like and rugged, and a patchwork of deep brown tones broken up with thin swaths of moss green and faded yellow streaks. It had the look of being once owned by someone who meant something to you, someone who was close - warm, shapeless - yet comforting.

Beneath the coat, a short black dress clung onto your body like second skin, and the fabric was thin and slightly see through. Remmick could see the soft pinks of your lingerie peaking through the dress, the thin fabric outlining your feminine shape, but the thick jacket concealed most of your frame from his lingering gaze.

And yet you still wore those heels.

The six inch clear Pleasers catching the dim light within the diner, they looked out of place against the greasy tiled floor, and with a roll of your ankle the soft sound of your heels clicking against the dirty floor grounded Remmick ever so slightly.

Without a word escaping your glossed covered lips, you leaned forward, your bangles clanking against each other filled the thick space that danced between the two of you. You reached your hand out for his face, your thumb gently grazing the corner of his mouth, a faint smear of blood still lingered onto his face. Slowly, you swiped your thumb across the blood, cleaning his face but your fingers wandered tracing the edge of his jaw grazing the short beard that adorned his handsome features.

Remmick caught your wrist within in calloused hand, not with force, but with unbearable desperation. He leaned into your touch, pressing his cheek against your knuckles, inhaling the scent that clung onto your skin. Familiar, comforting, home. Slowly, but with purpose, he guided your wrist towards his mouth and held it there. With closed eyes Remmick's lips brushed against your skin, yet he didn't kiss, all he wanted to do was to savor your touch. Even if just for a little, he was afraid that you'd pull away from him, sliding out of the booth and telling him to leave you alone - forever.

But you didn't.

A jolt racked through your body, the sensation of something tender, raw, and unwanted.

Unconditional love.

For years you imagined this; the feeling of his skin against yours, the weight of his body and devotion towards you, and those honey dipped words that would make your head spin each and every time he spoke to you. The old rhythm of your bond reawaken again after the decades of slumber. It was happening - finally. But this was far too easy...

You let your touch linger for a moment, then slowly you pulled your hand away, but Remmick caught your fingers within his. And your hands interlocked with each other, settling on the grimy tabletop, holding hands as if no time had passed between you both as if it was 1932 again.

You stared at your hand holding his with bitter happiness, you were angry with how natural this felt, and how easily you melted under his touch. Remmick hadn't earned your touch nor your grace, and he knew this, but you weren't willing to pull away from him.

You didn't want to pull away not ever again.

"Why here?" Remmick asked, his voice was low yet it cut through the intense silence that was shared between the two of you. His thumb brushing over your knuckles, outlining the bones underneath his fingers, he wanted to make sure that this was real and not some hunger induced hallucination he'd commonly suffer from the moment you left his side.

You didn't look at Remmick; your hazy eyes peered out the window where you watched a garbage truck push past the multiple taxis, and with a sigh your irises flicked towards Remmick.

"They're open twenty-four hours, I come here all the time after finishing my shift...I like people watchin', is all." You stated trying to dodge the question he asked, but Remmick only shook his head, he knew you too well. You were trying to not go into the chaos that truly brought you to this city, yet he needed to know this. It was only fair of course. With your eyes lingering on his features you spoke again, this time explaining your truth.

"It wasn't my idea. After our...'Family' got hit by them hunters and you left me for dead, I had to run," you whispered as your body stiffened under his touch, but you didn't pull away. "I just ran. Didn't know where I was goin' but all I could think about was you, though. Each step I took, every corner I turned, I thought you'd be there...Waitin' for me."

A long beat of silence settled over the booth, it was thick and unmoving, like the smog that loomed over the bustling city. You were the first one to break eye contact, blinking as your gaze wondered back onto the street, and your mind raced with distraught yet tender thoughts.

"I ended up stumblin' into a small town just past the state line, bangin' on doors bleedin' out and burnin' from the sun. 'Course nobody answered, it wasn't until this man opened his door," you said in a hushed tone, your voice was so quiet that it was muffled slightly by the florescent buzzing of the lights and the clatter from the diner's kitchen. Remmick felt your grasp on his hand tighten, which earn you a soft squeeze back, urging you to continue your story. "He just stood there in his boxers, mouth wide open and starin' at me like I was a bat outta hell, I thought he was gonna slam that door on my face or worse shoot me down on his porch..."

"But he didn't." Remmick finished.

"He invited me in, bandaged me up, fed me some real food but we both know that didn't do much. Yet he ain't say 'nothin. Even when my wounds closed up and healed quicker than the 'average'." You sighed out and the corners of your mouth slightly twitched upwards as the memories of him flooded your senses; he was such a kind man, a loving one who had no agendas you're convinced that he was an angel in disguise.

"He was a painter; a damn good one, too. His hands were always covered in ash and yellow hues." You gushed as your small grin turned into a wide smile that was filled with nothing but adoration, but seeing how your once chilled demeanor quickly warmed up once you talked about your 'savior' made Remmick's unbeating heart twist with jealously and guilt, but he let you continue.

"He was too big for that small ass town, he was already plannin' on booking it to New York before I came along. Always goin' on and on about this damn city; said it was the place to be...I had no where to go, so I stayed with him, by his side. And he never questioned it, he just offered space. At night I'd sneak out to actually eat somethin' and every night he'd wait for me, invitin' me in, covered in paint with this tender expression on his face." You laughed and your hands picked at your natural hair, the coils snapping in place - biting your lip in an attempt to stifle your chuckles that were filled with nothing but...

Love.

"You love him?" Remmick asked. It came out soft, not a challenge nor a judgmental accusation, he just wanted to know. His thumb stilled over your knuckles, and with a tightened jaw Remmick's throat began to ache it felt like he just swallowed a pint of stale coagulated blood. You flinched at his question and your lips parted only to close shut as you avoided Remmick's gaze once again, your eyes staring at your hand that held onto his.

Remmick already knew the answer, he had known as soon as you spoke with so much fondness and respect, regaling the memories about the stranger with warmth not just about how he saved you from the sun but him entirely. It was the same way you spoke about Remmick before that fateful night...

The numb pain within his chest grew sharp and hot with jealousy. And the green sickening emotion quickly transformed into that of grief, the kind that stung hot like the sunrays, you were being loved right, for the first time in all those years, and your love was given to someone who deserved it.

Someone who wasn't Remmick...

He failed you. Not once, not twice, but three times now. He let you slip away from him after damning you to hell with him, only for you to be saved by someone else; some damn stranger! And it angered him something awful. But his anger wasn't directed towards you, that would never happen, and surprisingly it wasn't even directed at the mysterious painter.

He was angry at himself.

"Yes. But not like how I love you, I-I was so alone, Remmick. I was broken and lost - I never felt that much...Pain before in my life," you stammered out, trying your best to explain away the visible discomfort that Remmick displayed. He looked at you and his hand was still in yours, it shocked you that he didn't pull away from your touch. The old him would've cursed you out, spitting on your name and telling you to leave him be until he was in the mood to get fucked or if he was hungry.

He'd even command you to kill your lover in front of him.

Yet he just sat there, listening to your words, understanding your pain without passing judgment, even though the information you gave pained him greatly.

"I know." Was all Remmick uttered, leaning back into the chipped vinyl, but this action made you lean forwards now. The oversized jacket, which he could now assumed belonged to your mortal lover, slipped off of your shoulder, exposing the thin black strap of your dress.

"I was hurtin', Remmi...Even when my ex-husband did me bad, I ain't felt pain like this until you left me. I-It felt like my heart was ripped outta my chest, I couldn't breathe without cryin' out for you. I never had to live my life by myself in a long time. I always relied on you on your guidance, on your every word," you confessed, and then a short pause lingered over the two of you until you finish you're statement with: "...He made me remember who I was and I'll always, always be grateful for him enterin' my life when he did."

Remmick nodded slowly at your words, the truth of how you felt seeped into his heart like alcohol within a open wound. There was nothing cruel with what you said, and he reassured you that you didn't betray him, you just did what you needed to do to survive.

"When we both moved here, he was so excited, that look on his face...It didn't take long for things to get sour, though. He realized who I was - what I am. One night he saw my eyes, my fangs, and I couldn't hide myself no more." You whispered and your eyes stared past Remmick's shoulder, peering into the distance as if reliving that night shared with your lover.

"What you do?" Remmick asked with a pained sigh.

"He asked me if I killed anyone before, I answered honestly, and then he asked me if I ever turned someone." Your tone was vacant, hollow, and empty. With words you spoke was nipping at your heart and you continued with a bitter laugh, an attempt to ground yourself. "I left him before he could even ask me about it again, he was a kind man, and he doesn't deserve to become a...Haint just because a heartbroken woman scorned by her lover showered him in hollow affection, pretendin' that his touch was yours every single night. He deserved better."

"I saw myself in him, that same blind devotion I had towards you, the kind of devotion that makes a person offer up their life without knowing what they're truly givin' away..." You mumbled and for the first time the two of you sat there, stewing in the silence across from each other. Not as lovers, or haints, or even vampires. But as people who both broken someone down so selfishly in the name of love.

"So, enlighten me. Where you go - after the attack?" It was your turn to ask about Remmick's whereabouts. Beneath the stillness within Remmick's tense disposition he slightly shifted within his seat, this thumb slightly drummed against the back of your hand as he began his story.

"I went to feed..." Remmick replied, rubbing the side of his neck with one hand, it was pathetic almost childlike, as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing in the first place.

"Right after you promise me you'd stop, figures." You shook your head, but you didn't pull away from him, in fact you tightened your hold on his hand.

"I know, I know..."

Remmick explained to you that he was starving after your quarrel with him, that he promised himself that would be the last night of him gorging himself off of blood only eating when needed, but that promise was fulfilled quicker than anticipated. He was cornered by vampire slayers, two of them. One pointed a shotgun right at his temple and the other pressed a wooden stake where his heart would be, standing behind Remmick, they asked him if he'd remembered their faces - what he did to all those people he senselessly killed.

"I had no clue who they were talkin' about...That pissed them off somethin' fierce," Remmick whispered. Clearing his throat he explained that how he got away; he killed them. But alas he was beaten and bruised, weakened by the garlic and iron that they used against him, the pain was unbearable.

"I felt everythin', darlin...You and the others, ya'lls screams, the fires, and gunshots wounds. I was useless, every time I would try to move the pain from the family rip straight through me. I was dyin from you all - ya'll pain was killin' me. So..." Remmick trailed off, pushing his free hand into the pocket of his thick jacket, and your gaze grew intestinally.

"So?" You urged on.

"I closed my mind to it, I locked ya'll out to save myself." He rushed out, biting his lip as he tried to ground himself, the sight of his sharp canines jabbing into the soft skin of his bottom lip steeled you ever so slightly. "That's when I couldn't feel you anymore, but I made sure to send you one last command before cuttin' the thread; I told you to run."

"I hoped you would make it a-and you did! I couldn't go back, the sun was risin' and I dragged myself in a cave nearby, hidin' in the dark like a coward. I convinced myself that those hunters would be watin' on me. it was too dangerous and I made it up mind to just...Cut my loses." Remmick hissed as his face twisted in pain and self loathing, his already anxious demeanor doubled as he looked down at the table, avoiding your eyes in a motion that simulating bowing.

"I'm sorry, dammit. I'm so sorry, baby." Remmick choked out, his voice fraying with every syllable. His hand that was once within the pocket of his coat rubbed at the back of his neck rougher this time. You slightly flinched at how violent this once self soothing method quickly turned into, you're sure his hand would leave behind a bruise that'll quickly heal, but the fact that he resulted to this as a form of punishment made you wince in worry.

You swallowed. "I forgive you," and your fingers trailed out of his, only to trace the veins on the back of his hand. "But don't mistake my forgiveness with forgettin'..."

Remmick sucked in a slow and shallow breath, his jaw tightening at your words and the feeling of your fingers tracing small shapes across his cold skin.

"You think comin' up here unannounced and tellin' me you're sorry is gonna fix it? That I'll just revert back into that girl who worshiped the ground you walked on?" You asked, but you knew that Remmick understood healing this relationship you shared wouldn't be as easy as before. "I thought lovin' you meant serving you, I thought I owed you my devotion; but you made me think that..."

You leaned forward, your elbows resting on the table while your hands cupped your chin, ultimately removing your touch from Remmick. The sound of your golden bracelets revibrated through the quieting diner, it was about that time where people were done with their meals, leaving for work or heading home. Remmick's eyes were fixated on your every move while his breathing became slightly ragged from your absent touch. With a sharp chuckle you spoke again.

"Don't get it twisted - I am thankful that you turned me. You freed me from my shit husband, without you I would've probably died bitter and alone; raising grandkids that ain't even mine. You taught me that I didn't have to be afraid of dyin', or livin', you made me see myself," your voice stern yet it didn't drip with any animosity, your anger that you held onto for so long finally chipped away, never would you have thought this meeting would go down like this you and Remmick both changed for better or for worse. "I found my power within this body I found the courage to keep goin' even though I know our kind is damned, stuck here...But I finally found myself."

"I ain't that depressed preacher's wife you shacked up with all those years ago, darlin'. I ain't a shadow and I damn sure don't take orders, I'm not kneelin' to another man ever again. The sun gonna have to strike me down for that to happen." you then leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes scanned Remmick's face, trying to find what was racing through his head. Even though you shared thoughts between each other, he was still your sire, which meant he had the choice to lock you out of his thoughts preventing you from diving deeper within his mind.

"I'm free now, even if that means showin' my ass to perverts in a rat infested dump. For the first time in my life I can finally do whatever I want and I intend to keep it that way." You finished with a shrug of your shoulders.

"I don't wanna rule over you not anymore. I'm not the same man from all those years ago, either. I-I just want to know you again, to see you and make sure you're...Safe." Remmick finally spoke, resting his arm over the vinyl seat, his eyes softening at your words. He finally realized your true emotions, your true thoughts, and feelings. Even though in the past he'd scour your mind endlessly for hours, reliving your faded memories as if they were his own, but his old self never put much stock in them. It was a form of control, understanding every inch of you in an attempt for you to solely rely on him, and it worked until it didn't.

But now Remmick finally took off those rose colored glasses, putting his ego in check, and he saw the real you.

The good, the bad, the ugly, and the complicated.

You...

And the 'you' that he was finally able to see, past the fog of unfair expectation he gave you, was beautiful.

He didn't want to ruin you; stripping your personality down to bare bones and devouring your essence for himself, not again.

"I'll leave...I won't bother you no more, I..." But he trailed off. The whole of his being fought to stay with you, his cold and coagulated blood screamed to stay by your side, to never let you go. But he loved you more than this 'instinct' of connection that a sire has on their fledgling, he needed you to be happy, and if that was without him than so be it. Sliding out of the booth he reached for the guitar case that rested on the cracked vinyl, slinging the instrument over his shoulder.

You watched with an open mouth, your face fixed in a shocked expression, and without a second thought you spoke: "I figure you don't got anywhere to stay for the mornin'?"

"Yea', I didn't exactly plan on coming here so suddenly in the first place. But I'll figure it out, pretty girl...Always do."

"...Why figure it out when you can just stay with me?" You breathlessly asked. You were pissed at Remmick, hated the man, but you were in love with him too. Always thinking about him. And the fear of him leaving you again raced through your body intensely. You didn't want him to go, to leave, to abandon you.

"Stay with me, Remmi...Until the sun goes down at least."

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The sharp sound of gravel crunched with each step in your six inch heels, you walked side by side with Remmick, your shoulder brushing against his arm as you both ascended up the concrete stairs. In the distance muffled sounds of dogs barking, hums from cheap box televisions seeped through the thin motel walls, and drunken shouting coming from a couple who were downstairs by the mold rimmed pool. A piercing shatter of a glass bottle hitting the concrete followed by an earsplitting 'fuck you!' that made Remmick flick his eyes towards the couple downstairs.

"Don't worry they do this every weekend." You reassured.

Your room was the third one within the many rows of chipped doors, the golden '56' that hung on the door shined brightly under the orange ember of the street lights. An airy laugh escaped your lungs as you kneeled down, grabbing onto a plastic box shaped grocery bag. You handed the bag quicky to Remmick and began fishing your keys out of your heavy purse.

Looking down at the mysterious item within his hands he asked with a tilt of his head: "What is this?"

"It's food, my neighbor Ms. Edith always leaves me leftovers. Spaghetti, meatloaf, anything made in a crockpot, really." You said as the golden bangles on your wrist clicked against each other, pulling out your keys and sliding it into the lock, the sound of your door unlocking sent a small smile to your face.

Remmick looked confused as his eyes flicked between you and the leftovers in his hands. Surely you weren't eating 'mortal' food? With furrowed eyebrows Remmick began to speak, but you beat him to it.

"I don't eat it, obviously! I give it to some of the girls I work with, most of 'em live off of fast food and liquor, so they love a home cooked meal." You replied pushing the heavy door open. The rich syrupy smell of incense wafted through the air and hit Remmick's nose, the scent was practically pulling him in, but alas as ancient rules go he couldn't just waltz in without some sort of invite.

Stepping inside you tossed your purse carelessly into the seat of a chair. "Come in." You said in a knowing tone, which made Remmick's body cross the threshold. The room that you called home was dim, the only light source was the soft flickering of the tv, it was playing one of those nature documentaries but this one was about the different species of bats in the wild.

Ironic.

The faint smell of iron lingered within the strong incense while his eyes scanned over the environment surrounding him. A low double bed sat within the corner of the room, but instead of the usual motel bedsheets the mattress was draped with multiple thick comforters, all of which were different colors and patterns. The curtains were pitch black and drawn over the windows, he was confident that the sun wouldn't leak into the room, and the low humming of a box fan that sat on top of a grey minifridge within the corner caught his attention.

Kicking off your heels with a content sigh, your bare feet finally laid flat against the brown carpet, stretching your back you lulled your head towards the minifridge.

"Put that in the fridge, please. Wanna keep it fresh for my girls." You stated. Remmick obeyed your request without a word, moving to the fridge and placing the food within, turning on his heel he watched you slip off the heavy jacket you wore tossing it onto a pile of other clothes next to your bed. His eyes raced across your body, drinking in your shape as the tight dress hugged your figure nicely, and the realization struck him like a silver bullet.

This is the first time in decades that the two of you were together, in the same room, alone. This wasn't a memory he'd relieve every morning nor was it a dream.

This was reality; the present.

Noticing him staring, you decided to break the ice.

"Work was awful tonight, some guy tried to jam a dollar bill in the coin slot like a damn vending machine. Another one kept moaning like a dog in heat - quite literally the worse sound I ever heard in my life, ugh." You joked, which earn you huff through the nose from Remmick, a small smile tugging onto his plump lips. "How was your day? Aside from starvin' yourself, the the skull splittin' headache, and reuniting with your ex-girlfriend?"

"Uneventful, I've became a shut in, mostly stayin' in my apartment." Remmick replied as he slipped off the guitar off of his back, leaning the instrument on the dingy water stained wall. "And ex? We didn't officially 'call it quits'."

"Ah, looks like we've traded personalities then!" You laughed. The sound of your laughter sent shockwaves of happiness through Remmick, if his heart could still beat it'll be racing by now, he could hear you laugh for the rest of his life. "Besides, I ain't seen you in twenty-four years, and during those years I thought you were dead so..."

"Mhm, well I'm here now, pretty girl. And I took the train here, so that was enough eventfulness for me." He shot back and the small grin turned into a wide toothy smile, showing off his sharp fangs.

It's been too long since he genuinely smiled he almost forgot how to.

"The train?" You asked, slipping off the jewelry that you wore, only keeping that golden necklace on. "Oh, we old, old! You know the mortals fly commercially now, they got these big ass plans with the fancy dvd players for each passenger and they give 'em mini bottles of liquor when asked."

"Seems fancy, too fancy for me, though. I prefer the quiet, no one bothers you on a train."

"Please, nobody rides 'em except for dusty vampires and serial killers often you get a two in one deal," you jested, referring to Remmick's not so grand days that happened in the 60s. He slightly stiffened at your joke but you quickly reassured him. "Sorry easy joke, baby. But I agree, the train is my comfort place too...God - we sitting here talkin' about trains. We're so elderly."

"I'd argue that we're timeless."

"Which is just a pretty word that delusional vampires use instead of the real deal: ancient!"

A pause lingered over the conversation as you both stared into each other's eyes, you were the first one to break the staring contest as you gazed at the tv behind Remmick, your bare feet kicking at the soft carpet until you spoke again.

"I see you luggin' that thing around, still got that 'ol banjo?"

"No, lost it many years ago. Swapped her for a guitar, got plenty of other instruments back home, though. But recently the quality of 'em keeps droppin', can't find a good replacement of her." Remmick stated, which made you smile sympathetically. Remmick loved that banjo, often referring to that southern instrument as 'she' or 'her', so you know it pained him to lose it.

"I'll get you one," you said with a tender smile. "I know nothin' will replace her, but I got connections I'll make sure you get one of quality."

"Thank you, lass." Remmick uttered, slightly taken aback by your offer, you were too sweet for your own good especially to a rotten man like him. He was forever in your debt and each day that passed, even when being apart for so long, he was always reminded of your kindness.

Of your grace.

You nodded your head in silent agreement and with fluid movements your nimble hands reached for the hem of your dress, pulling up the thin fabric up your body and over your shoulders. Your bronzed body was now clad in only your lingerie you wore working, except for the garters and stockings that laid flush against your thighs, you toss those in your purse after clocking out. Remmick's eyes widen as his mouth hung slack, he seen you naked more times than he could count, but it's been so long.

Too long.

It felt like the very first night that you two crossed paths all those years ago. He wanted to look away, to give you privacy, but you were too damn beautiful. You chuckled at his response, he looked like a smitten school boy seeing his crush undress for the very first time, it was adorable to you. And it also reignited the lust that burned only for him within your loins.

"I always shower before bed, the city is too grimy, you'd be a brave fool to crawl into bed without washin' up first." You whispered as your feet waltz towards him, closing the space between the two of you.

"You should shower too, y'know. With me...I can still smell the blood on you."

"I haven't...bathed with anyone in decades." Remmick mumbled as his breath hitched within his throat, yet he desperately wanted you to touch him, your fingers grasp around the metal zipper of his jacket slowly pulling the zipper down until the coat was open. Your eyes were met with a bloodstained shirt, the white cotton clung onto the crimson ichor as your hands raced underneath the stained fabric, feeling his toned muscles underneath your touch. You sighed as your hands traced over the dips and valleys of his abs, his muscles flexed under your feather light touch, you missed kissing him there.

"We're gonna have to get you a bib, or somethin'." You laughed but Remmick only shuddered under your hands rubbing against him. Ever since that night he lost interest in anything intimate, you were the only woman that touched him like this since then, so needless to say he was a little rusty when it came to sexual advances and flirting.

He watched as your hands left him, causing his face to twist with need, but your hands grabbed onto his thick jacket, sliding it off of his broad shoulders with his help. The soft thud of his coat hitting the carpet made you bite your lip, your fangs slightly jabbing into your plump gloss covered bottom lip. Your eyes raked over his strong biceps, landing on the vein that pressed against his pale skin, you wanted to trail your lips over it, maybe even take a bite.

But you pulled yourself back, taking it slow, and your hands rested at the hem of his shirt. You gazed into Remmick's eyes, asking for consent with intense exchanges of looks between each other, and without uttering a single word he nodded his head urging you to continue your movements. You pulled his stained shirt up over his head, his already messy brown hair falling back into its disheveled place, you tossed the shirt onto the floor. A gasp fell from your lips, you didn't even release you were holding your breath, but the sight of his half nude bloody form made you giddy.

It was as if he was sculpted by master artists; as if he was made out of ivory and stone. Your pointer finger raced up his blood soaked chest making him shiver like a leaf in the wind from this action, you stopped your finger, resting it on the necklace that hung around his collar bones. The silence between you two was heavy, but the muffle of the narrator's soothing voice slightly put Remmick at ease.

The narrator was explaining the average wing span of a fruit bat.

"You're long overdue, Remmi...But so am I." You whispered as the rest of your hand rested at the base of his neck. "You can touch me like how you use too, it's okay, baby." You reassured, noticing that his arms remained at his sides, giving you the impression of fearing to touch you. He nodded his head as his calloused hands hovered over your hips, and with a passing beat he placed them softy onto your skin. A deep sigh of relief escaped his lungs, it was as if touching you was all he truly needed.

You both knew that it was.

Pulling yourself closer towards him, your chest laid flush against his, and the old ichor that clung onto his skin seeped through your bra, paining the pink lace turning it into a stained rouge color. Dark eyes filled with need, desire, and forlorn clashed with each other. The both of you teetering over the line to see who would make their move first, your mouth hovered over his, and his hands that were once rested on your hips trailed up your body his once knowing hands now quivered with anxious yearning.

You placed a tender kiss on Remmick's trembling lips, closing the sliver between the two of you, guiding him with the soft yet passionate kiss. Your lips danced against his making the vampire moan into your mouth, his strong hand holding the back of your head to deepen the kiss, the feeling of his calloused scratched your scalp and the sensation made your mind spiral. His tongue licked into your mouth in desperation while your hands reached for the clasp of your bra. Remmick's large hand that was once nestled deep within your coils and curls rested over yours, helping you undo the bra, not breaking the kiss as the thin fabric was tossed to the side.

It was his turn to undress himself as he reached for the buckle of his belt, you pulled away from the kiss which earned a whimper from him but your plump lips latched onto the sensitive skin on his neck. He groaned out your name at the feeling of your sharp canines dragged against the crook of his neck, teasing the artery that once sustained his body; all that the vein did now was pump cold, thick, dark, and coagulated blood.

It tasted truly divine to you.

Remmick's blood had a rich, oaky, and natural taste. It reminded you of a homecooked meal that took hours to prepare; made with love, patience, and care. And the full bodied taste of his ichor would always cool your nerves, not to mention it would taste even better when he would hold you in his arms, whimpering for you to have your fill. Your tongue licked up his neck, stopping at the bottom of his ear, and you began sucking on the spot that only you knew that drove him crazy. Remmick fought against the belt buckle until he sighed out in victory, finally unbuckling himself as his hands now tugged at the waistband of his jeans.

Remmick's sighs morphed into whimpers as your teeth slightly sank into his skin, the sharp sting of pain mixed with pleasure made him roll his eyes back, he could feel you drooling on his skin. He pushed himself closer to you, encouraging to drink deeper from him, chanting praises about how good your teeth felt against his neck. The soft thud of his jeans hitting the carpet made you smile, and with one last lick you pulled your mouth away from his attacked neck, the punctured wound already healing itself.

"You look so fuckin' beautiful," Remmick whispered as he cupped your face. Your eyes were lids were heavy from tasting his blood; it's been too long and the bold taste made you dazed for a few seconds, the headrush earned a lopsided smile from you as your mouth and chin was drenched with his blood. "You can use me all night. I-I want you to get drunk off me, pretty girl."

With a nod in agreement you planted a sloppy peck onto his lips, your thumb hooked underneath the thin waistband of your panties, pulling the off of your hips and down your bare legs. Your eyes, once full of faux life and humanity quickly transformed into pale vampiric irises, your pale eyes clashing against your brown skin. It made you look as if you were otherworldly, and Remmick couldn't stop gawking at you, you were a work of art that needed to be cherished.

Needed to be worshiped and sang about.

You stared at Remmick's nude form, he was naked just like you, and a airy chuckle escaped your bloodied lips.

"You took your boxers off with your jeans? Looks like someone's eager..." You mumbled as your fingers trailed down his body, halting your movements just above his already hard cock. Remmick groaned at this and he attempt to pull you closer towards him, but you playfully pushed him away from you with a soft shove against his chest. "You musta forgot: we needa shower first."

Your skilled hands reached for his and with interlocked fingers you guided Remmick towards the small bathroom, the sharp creek of the wooden door opening pierced his ears. With a flick of a light switch the room lit up with a florescent ember glow, painting the tiles in a cider shade. With your hands now resting on Remmick's biceps, you placed him besides the glass shower, and with a turn of your heel you pulled the water stained glass door open. Leaning forward your nimble fingers turned the shower knob and the sound of rushing water flowed out of the head of the shower.

The water was hot as thick steam rolled off of the tile walls, floating within the air, and clinging onto the cream yet chipped wallpaper. With open arms you pulled Remmick back into your embrace, and your lips crashed into his. His tongue desperately licked into your mouth, tasting his blood that danced across your mouth, the kiss grew more hungry as your foot stepped back into the shower.

Remmick followed.

Pulling the sticky glass door shut behind him. The hot water danced across his skin, easing the tense muscles within his shoulders, the water crept down his body tracing over the hard dips and valleys of his arms, chest, and abdomen. He pushed your body flush against the ice cold tile, your back arching against the surface as a laugh fell from your lips, chuckling into his open mouth. The shower water washed away the blood from both of your bodies, the once clear water turning pink as it swirled down the rusty shower drain.

Remmick's large hand raced up your slick wet curves, stopping at the plush of your breast, cupping the soft mound as his fingers slowly pinched at your sensitive bud. He rolled your nipple within his rough digits, the sharp pain of pleasure sent shockwaves down your body and towards your aching pussy, a breathy moan fell from your plump lips. You threw your head back as the water cascaded down your face, washing away the makeup that clung onto your face, black lines of mascara crawled down your cheeks. Remmick pressed his face against the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses against your skin stopping to kiss the shell of your ear.

"Drink from me again, baby...I wanna be consumed by you." Remmick begged. His words made you squeeze your thighs together, trying your best to ease the throbbing ache of your clit, you wanted him to touch you to fuck you against the tiles. You pushed him away from you again, your hands ran up his pecks, resting them onto his broad shoulders. Slowly your tongue dragged against the same spot you drank from earlier, and without missing a beat you bit down again, the thick blood painting against his skin. Remmick whimpered as his hand rested on your hip, while the other crept between your thighs, pressing his thick fingers against your throbbing clit.

You bucked your hips against his hand as he slowly rubbed circles around the sensitive bud, the sensation of his fingers slowly working over your wet sex made your maw tighten around his throat which made Remmick smile in bliss.

"Mhm, j-just like that..." He cried out, lulling his head back as his fingers picked up speed, and your nails scratched against his skin. With careful yet precise movements Remmick pushed two fingers inside of you, his ring and middle fingers nestled inside of your warmth, and his knuckles brushed against your swollen clit as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. You squirmed underneath his fingers as the hot water danced over you back and shoulders, the water clinging into your hair, making your natural tresses coil tightly to frame your face.

With a scissoring motion of his fingers he picked up the pace, earning a sigh of pleasure from you, your blood soaked mouth pulling away from his neck. With his free hand he held your face and his once brown irises transformed into a blazing ruby red shade, cutting through the steam that shielded both of your bodies within the shower. The wet sounds of your pussy being pleasured by Remmick's thick fingers were slightly muffled by the water beating against the glass sliding door and grimy tiles, yet the both of you could still hear it, soaking in the raunchy sound as if it was a beautiful symphony. Rolling your hips against his fingers you bit your lip, the shine of his dark blood on your mouth only drew him in closer towards you.

You were already feeling so full by just his fingers, and with a heaving chest your lips ghosted over his open mouth, his eyebrows knitted together at your actions - it was as if he was trying to taste your honey coated words.

"Come to me, open yourself to me, and make me realize what I've been missin' all these years, baby..." You groaned out as his fingers pressed deeper into your pussy at your statement. Obediently he nodded his head as his fingers picked up the pace, fucking into your core until a creamy mess was formed between his hand and your dripping pussy. Your body began to tremble against his as the tight coil of burning pleasure tugged within your core, begging for its release.

Whimpers and moans cascaded from your mouth and melted into the sounds of the shower. Remmick would pull his fingers out to rub tight circles on your clit, re-entering you to fill you up with the thrusting of his fingers, and then pull out again. The repeating actions of his hands working over your creamy and wet sex made your head spin, and with a slack mouth you screamed out a sharp 'fuck' as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The knot within your core snapped like a rubber band and the floodgates of your orgasm rushed out of you, your legs shaking dangerously under your weight as Remmick pressed you against the wall with his toned body, steading your shivering body that racked with reaching your climax.

Remmick slowed his movements as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his red irises scanning over your face that twisted in ecstasy, and his mouth placed sloppy yet tender kisses on your cheek and jawline. You breath heavy against his ear as your hands tangled into his wet hair your fingers splitting the soaked brown strands that clung onto the back of his neck. Remmick pulled his fingers out of your spent core, making you shiver from slight overstimulation, but what he did next only made your core clench with the need to be filled again.

He placed his fingers that were slick with your juices inside of his mouth, his tongue and sharp fangs greedily lapped up the sweet taste of you a moan of satisfaction oozed from him as he continued to suck on his fingers. Slowly he dragged his tongue across his rough knuckles, licking at the velvety cream from your wet pussy off of his hand, he made sure that none of it went to waste and you watched on in awe.

Remmick reached for your thighs, lifting you up by your wet legs, making you yelp out in surprise. Your breast pressed firmly against his chest as he held you close to him, your forehead rested on his chin as you watched Remmick pump himself within his hand, your eyes gazed intensely as he jerked himself. His already hard dick growing stiffer as the thick vain that trailed up towards his leaking tip throbbed with anticipation of entering you. Lulling his head back your eyes locked into his while your hand scratched at his scalp, the soft tresses of his hair tangling between your fingers.

"I'm ready to show you...I'm not scared anymore." He mumbled. You weren't sure what he was referring to, but you simply nodded your head, which made Remmick sigh in comfort. Your legs wrapped around his waist while your arms steadied yourself over his shoulders, hugging him close, your nose brushing against his. And without warning he placed his tongue onto your bloodied chin, dragging the pink muscle over your chin and towards your swollen lips, cleaning off the blood that clung onto your skin and replacing the thick gore with saliva, yet it still left behind a shade of crimson on your face. You tried to catch his tongue with your lips, tilting your head up to follow his movements but he pulled away from you, a strained whine escaping your lungs.

You watched as his cheeks hollowed and you noticed that he didn't even bother to swallow the blood he had just lapped up from your face; instead he held the thick ichor within his mouth, leaning back as a thick string of red saliva slowly dripped from his lips. You gasped at the sight as your pussy clenched around nothing, the bloody drool slowly crept between you two, landing straight on his harden cock that wept with precum. His hand began to pump himself again and your eyes flicked between his flexing bicep and his heavy dick bobbing up and down from his own touch.

"Drink from me...I wanna feel you drain me while I fuck you - dammit! I-I needa feel that pain, I gotta," he whined as his hand moved faster, pumping his dick within his hand with a rapid tempo. "Please, please, please."

Your hands cupped his face and slowly your fingers trailed down his jawline, stopping to press down on the punctured wound your sharp teeth left behind. Remmick hissed in pain but he continued his plea for you to bite him again, as if your venomous fangs could absolve him from years of sins he committed. Your other hand that was once holding his face lovingly was now nestled within his hair, and with a sharp tug you pulled his head back, exposing his ivory neck that was covered in thick crimson. The water from the rusty shower head slowly washed away the blood that painted his skin, but alas - your mouth returned to the open wound and you began to feast. Gorging yourself on his rich and savory blood as if you hadn't eaten anything in weeks.

Holding the base of his cock within his hand Remmick lightly taps the tip of his dick onto your throbbing clit, making you moan with a slight flinch, your back arching as your tongue dragged against the flesh wound you left behind pulling the blood out of his cold artery. His rough and calloused hand cupped your ass as he rubs his drool soaked dick between your slick folds, slightly poking at your entrance as he drag himself up and down, only stopping to tap his leaking tip on your clit. He was teasing himself, trying his best to savor your touch, and the softness of your body.

But dammit! You needed him to fuck you senseless...

Remmick whimpered as your sharp fangs bit down harder, your hand that was tangled in his wet hair yanked his head back, but he continued to rub himself against your dripping folds. A beat passed as he dragged his dick against your aching pussy one last time and he entered you; the feeling of his thick cock pushing past your soft walls made your already foggy mind spin in pleasure.

A guttural moan ripped through your body, slowly you try to detach your mouth from his neck, to give your praises to him. But his strong hand held onto the back of your head, holding your face flush against his neck. He was serious about you draining him dry. He drags his length out of you, only his tip nestled within your clenching walls, and he rocks his hips back into you hitting your sweat spot deliciously inside you. You bucked your hips to met his, both of you ravenous and out of sync, yet the feeling of him fucking you into the wet tiles made your core burn with pleasure. Tasting his blood on your lips and his cock ramming into your soaking pussy made your mind buzz with overwhelming emotions.

And then it happened.

Memories crashed into you like waves in a tsunami; memories that weren't yours. Your body froze in place as Remmick continued to buck his hips into you, sharp grunts revibrating from your chest with each thrust he made, yet the fuzzy echo of nostalgia pulled you from your body it was as if you were floating overhead observing a movie on the big screen. You felt everything that Remmick felt; the wind, the tall grass nipping at his skin, and the sun.

So warm...

The golden sun enveloped his form like a blanket, swaddling him in comfort and security. He laid within the grass, sweat clinging onto his face and neck, yet the soft wind cooled down his heated body. Tall hills rolled past the the tree line, green and endless, and the sky was crystal clear not a cloud in sight. His hands, cracked and bruised, rested on his chest.

A beating heart.

Rough hands that were owned by a carpenter, the kind that barely made any money spending his days shaping wells and homes. In the distance muffled sounds of horses galloping hit your ears, yet you couldn't see, Remmick didn't bother to tilt his head up to look. Fear tugged within his heart as words of Englishmen spreading their reach on his land, quiet whispers exchanged between villagers about strange new laws, unjust taxes, and even stranger beliefs.

He decided to clear his head by lounging outside of his cottage, listening to the birds sing their songs, wishing that the pain and hurt he was experiencing would blow away with the summer breeze. His wife had stopped singing, stopped stitching and sewing her days away, all she did now was lay in bed.

Crying.

His daughter, looked just like him, past away a year ago from sickness. Grief rattled within his bones with each breath he took, this life was hell, and it didn't help that an Englishman offered him something that he couldn't refuse.

Gold.

In exchange of his labor, he'd pay Remmick in hard gold, the fear and anger tugged within his rapid heart beat. Yet he couldn't refuse he had a family to feed. Yet the choice gnawed at him like rot within bog water.

He wished he had refused.

Fear, pain, isolation. The feeling of razor sharp teeth plunging in the warmth of his skin, sharp fingernails holding his trembling body in place, and the screams of terror were only met with the squelching of his blood hitting cobblestone. Your body began to tremble, began to shake, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. In exchange of gold and false pretenses this...Vampire took his life.

Remmick's life.

He was trapped here now, no where to turn to, no one to save him. And his once clear yet troubled mind was warped, clouded by his sire's sick ideals, Remmick was under his spell force to do anything that his sire asked for. It was hell, it was torture. Your mind raced, broke apart, scattered, and repaired itself as you scanned Remmick's faded memories. Your mouth pulled away from his neck and your eyes widen in shock, tears that clung within your eye lashes spilled over, your chest heaved heavily in an attempted to catch your breath.

It felt like you've just got punched in the gut.

Remmick held you close, still nestled deep within your core, and his hips slowly met yours. His strokes were purposeful, full of passion and love, resting his forehead onto yours you both stared intensely in each others eyes. Never in your undead life would you have thought Remmick would open himself up to you like this to show you how he became...This way. You lulled your head to the side as cries ripped from you, but with gentle hands Remmick made you look at him again. The water from the shower head washed away some of the thick blood that clung onto your lips, your eyes were so blown wide and your senses heightened, everything you felt made your body tremble underneath Remmick.

He continued to fuck into you, and your soaking walls swallowed his throbbing cock with each snap of his hips. You crashed your lips onto his, and your legs locked him in place, no words were exchanged between the two of you but you both knew that this moment you shared was more than an attempt of connection. This was his way of showing you just how much he trusted you; just how much he needed you to be here with him.

Even just for the night.

Remmick's tongue licked up your neck towards your jawline, his hips bucking faster, and the sensation of him stretching you out earned high pitched grunts from your lungs with each tender snap of his hips. You moaned into his open mouth, his lips ghosting over yours, and you could feel yourself reaching your second orgasm. You mouth hung open slack and you didn't realize you were drooling, but without missing a beat Remmick dragged his tongue across chin and towards your plump lips, savoring your taste that was mixed within his thick blood that clung onto your face.

"Fuck...Just like that, keep goin' I'm so close." You moaned as your speech slurred out with each sweet thrust of his hips, your pussy clenching around him. Remmick's head rested on your shoulder as he fucks into you sloppily, his thrust were sporadic and out of sync from yours - you can tell he was close too. The familiar knot within your stomach tightly coiled, the aching need for it to be released tugged at your loins.

Your nails dug into his skin, scratching at his back wildly and with cry of pleasure that knot within your core snapped the burning pleasure of reaching your climax rippled through your entire being. The feeling of your soaking pussy swallowing him whole, fluttering around his sensitive cock made Remmick whimper out in unadulterated gratification, throwing his head back he rocked his hips into you one last time before the intense tidal wave of his orgasm crashed into him. The feeling of his warm seed filling you up made you shiver in ecstasy - it made you feel whole.

It made you feel completed.

Your hand stroked the back of his head, urging Remmick through his release to keep fucking into you, and he obediently followed your wordless order. Dragging his dick in and out of you Remmick filled you up to the brim, yet you both needed more. Pulling himself out of your warmth your body shook from delicious overstimulation. Remmick leaned in and kisses your tear stained cheeks, holding you close within his arms, the both of you standing in silence was the once hot shower water slowly got colder.

That didn't bother you or him though.

Pulling away you planted sloppy kisses on his mouth, cheek, and jaw. Your lips hungrily kissed anywhere that you could and he welcomed each and every peck from you. His hands guided you towards the foggy glass door, your breast pressing against the hard surface and Remmick toned body laid flush against your backside. Feather soft kisses trailed down your shoulder blade, the nape of your neck, and the middle of your spine. Remmick's hand pumped his sensitive dick within his rough palms, his once spent cock growing firmer with each stroke he made with his hand. Your curly coils clung onto your slick wet skin, clinging onto your hot brown face. The ember lighting within the bathroom made your wet skin shine brightly it was as if you were a bronzed goddess that stood before him.

Remmick needed to feel every inch of you...

Slowly he entered you again, your slick sex that dripped with your arousal and his cum welcomed his thick cock deliciously, your breath hitched within your throat as his hands wrapped around your hips. He bucked into your warmth and the raunchy wet sounds of him fucking you into the glass sliding door reverberated off of the tiles and water stained walls, it was like music to your ears. You fucked him back, your ass meeting his hips halfway and your pussy gripped onto him for dear life. You wanted him to fill you up again to feel his warm seed soak your pink soft walls. Your eyes were lidded heavily as your arched your back, and your head lulled back, looking over your shoulder to watch Remmick pound into your core.

His bottom lip was tugged between his teeth and his sharp fangs glistened within the golden florescent light. You ran your tongue across your upper lip, tasting his full-bodied blood that clung onto your mouth, you needed him to come in you again; to push you past your brink and send you to your ultimate ruin.

"Faster, ah shit - harder, baby..." You begged between the long strokes Remmick gave you. He replied to your request by bucking his hips firmly against your ass, the once slow pace grew faster as he fucked into your clenching pussy with force, making your mouth open slack in nothing but pleasure. Your legs were weak and you could barley hold your arch - yet Remmick's strong hands supported you, holding you in place while his eyes watched your pussy greedily swallowed his dick. A creamy mess was quickly formed between the two of you due to the friction, your wetness, and his come spilling out of you from his previous orgasm. His hand cupped the plush skin of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch the velvety soft froth of come cling onto his throbbing cock.

The feeling of familiar pressure building up within your core again and your nails scratched at the water soaked glass. You backed your ass up against him, meeting his powerful thrust half way, and turning your head to look over your shoulder you both locked eyes with each other. "I love you, Remmi...Fuck - I love you so much." You cried. Remmick whimpered at your words, he paused his movements for a beat, warming his cock within your clenching pink walls.

"I love you too, baby."

"Don't stop, please! Fill me up again, I-I need to feel you..."

And just like that Remmick gave you one final thrust, his mouth latching onto the nape of your neck, and his ruby red irises shut tightly. The hold he had on your waist was vice-like and his second orgasm ripped through his trembling body, tears that clung within the corner of his eyes slipped pass his lashes as his release hit him and crashed into you like a snap of a rubber band. He came inside of you again but this time he filled you to the brim, it was too much he was giving you his all, and his sweet seed seeped out of your quivering pussy with each lazy thrust he made.

The creamy yet sinful mess from both of your orgasm clung onto Remmick's pelvis and toned lower half of his abdomen, he couldn't help but to watch how delicious it looked against your bronzed ass cheeks. He needed to taste you filled with him - at least once. Drool seeped out the corner of his open mouth, and with slowed movements he pulled himself out of your warmth, a shiver of ecstasy raced through your tired body.

Heavy breathing filled the air as Remmick lovingly turned you back around to face him, his hand stroking your hair softly, tucking the wet strands behind your ear. The water from the shower was now ice cold, but the multiple orgasms that racked through your body kept you warm like being swaddled in a cozy blanket. Your forehead pressing on his your lips caught each other's, fighting and dancing for dominance, and Remmick moan into your hot mouth at the taste of his blood that still clung onto your lips.

He broke away from the kiss, his wet lips trailing down your neck, collar bone, between your breast, down your abdomen, and stopping at the mound of your pussy. You shivered at this, your mouth hanging slack as your hands cupped your breast, nimble fingers pinching your nipples as Remmick looked up at you with heavy lidded eyes. The sharp zap of pleasurable pain from rolling and squeezing your nipples within your fingers raced down your spent pussy.

"I needa taste you, pretty girl. I needa taste us."

"S-So do it then..." You whined, which made Remmick chuckle, his lips tugging in a wide toothy smile. He leaned forward, spreading your thighs with his strong hands, and you shivered at the feeling of his breath grazing your swollen clit. Remmick placed a tender kiss on your inner thigh and without warning he spread your slick pussy lips open with his index and middle finger, spitting on your clit, and a giggle slipped from your lips. Your hand tangled within his hair as he dipped his head lower between your thighs, and with a gentle lick he ran his tongue across your soaking come filled pussy.

Remmick was savoring the taste of your juices and his seed as if it was a delicacy, his warm tongue flattening against your throbbing clit, and he dragged his tongue back towards your entrance, repeating the movement as your nails dug into his scalp. Your back arched against the now cooled glass shower door, rocking your hips against his face in an attempt to alleviate the bubbling pleasure that tugged at your core. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue licked at your dripping core, a moan of ecstasy ripped through his chest, and slowly Remmick pushed his ring and middle finger inside of your soft walls. Your pussy hungerly swallowed his digits as he fucked into you with his hands, plugging the leaking thick cum that slipped past your folds.

Slowly he moved his fingers in and out, his knuckles grazing against your swollen clit and your legs began to shake. Remmick spit on your clit again, but he quickly licked it up and a sigh of satisfaction rolled from your body. His lips latched onto your clit as he began to suck shaking his head as his fingers continue to fuck into you with a scissoring motion. It was nasty, raunchy, and dirty. Yet you couldn't stop rolling your hips, staring down at your lover with awe as he sucked on your sensitive button like it was a piece of candy.

He lightly bit your clit between his sharp teeth and his fingers worked over your wet sex. Your head still buzzing from your third orgasm and the mind altering experience of reliving Remmick's memories made your body shake, his mouth and fingers worked in tandem with each other over your core and that same agonizing need for release nipped at you brutally. And with a passing beat that knot within your stomach finally snapped, making you squirt all over Remmick's chin and heaving chest. He pulled his soaked fingers out of your quivering pussy, only to replace them with his tongue using his tongue to fuck into to taste him and your sweet juices, cleaning you up as you rode through your intense climax.

"Fuck...Yes. Oh, god, yes!" You chanted rolling your hips against his face, he smiled into your core. With a wet pop he removed his lips from your sensitive pussy, rising up on his feet to crash his swollen lips onto yours. You could taste his comforting seed and your sweet pussy juice on his lips, you sighed into the kiss pushing him against the tile walls as your tongues danced across each other. Between the heavy make out session you bit his lip, pulling it back in a teasing manner, only for him to close the space again. The water from the shower washed away your sins, cleansing both of your sweat and blood slick bodies.

You pulled away from his kiss again, a string of saliva that connected your bottom lip with his snapping, and you shot him a wide yet lopsided smile.

"Yeah, baby. we're doin' this all night...We gotta make up for lost time."

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A lone lamp glowed low on the nightstand, it's ember light muffled beneath the balled up lace and silk from the top of one of your many lingerie sets that haphazardly, casting a sultry hue of pink mixed with burnt orange. Smoke curled lazily within the thick air as a half smoke cigarette hung between your plump swollen lips. The scent of stale nicotine mixed with soapy lavender and the raw carnal smell of sex clung within the air. Your brown skin glistened with a slight seen of sweat.

The TV flickered a soft neon blue, this time it was displaying a documentary about lions thriving within the savannas of Africa, the blue cutting through the warm shade like a sharp blade. It's blue glow crawled across the multicolored comforters that nestled within the double sized low bed. You laid sprawled on your stomach, the ashtray that were full of cigarette butts rested on the fitted bed sheets. Rolling your ankle your eyes were glued onto your lover and taking a drag from your cigarette you pushed out a cloud of grey smoke.

Remmick laid against the bed's headboard, he was just as undone as you were, just as spent. The two of you were taking a break after fucking each other within the thick bed covers, your jaw was slightly sore from sucking his harden cock but you knew that more was to come. The cigarette he'd been smoking now rested delicately between the pegs of his guitar, the tip of his cigarette was still ignited, the thin smoke curling within the hot sex filled air. His calloused fingers moved with ease over the metal strings, a low moody melody reverberated and bounced off of the chipped motel walls.

You rolled onto your side, your eyes half lidded as you watched Remmick strum away, the blue light of the television painted over your body clinging onto your skin as you took a long drag from your cigarette. Your lips parted slightly as heavy smoke slowly crept up your mouth towards your nose, you blew a breath pushing the smoke out into the air again. Your voice joined the melody of Remmick's strumming, a soft and loving hum danced along with the melancholy song. And the small room you both rested in held its breath, awaiting for the both of you to make another move. Remmick showed you more glimpses and snapshots of his life. Indulging you with his true wants, fears, and desires within your linked minds. It made you understand him; made you feel more connected and seen.

Two bodies, one mind, one soul.

Pressing the cigarette butt within the ashtray, you crawled closer towards your lover, slow and deliberate. The thin fitted bedsheets clung slightly on your sweat slicked knees and the soft hue of the shaded lamp painted over every curve, dip, and valley on your body. Your hands rested onto Remmick's shoulders; fingers splaying across his ivory colored chest and tangling around the golden necklace. His dark eyes gazed back into yours, the black wooden guitar still within his lap, but he halted strumming away on the metal strings.

Love, respect, reverence, and adoration.

For the first time in your unholy union Remmick respected you viewing you as his equal. This was a partnership now, not some power fantasy that stroked his ego all those years ago. Your lips ghosted just above his, foreheads pressing against each other, and your steady breath filled his open mouth. A smile that was laced in nothing but pure devotion tugged at your lips and the warmth of care lingered within your intense gaze.

"When the sun sets; we're leavin'...I'm ready to come back home." You said, not breaking the heavy eye contact with Remmick.

"I'm ready to come back home too."

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bluudsucka · 2 months ago

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oh yea you ate! #needthat

please darlin’

summary: reader is walking home from the jukebox joint when a mysterious man lurking from the shadows offers to walk her home, what they both learn in due time is that the unlock something in other person that they didn’t know was even there

type: black southern fem! reader x remmick

warnings/tags: well he’s a vampire so there’s blood play but i don’t think it’s particularly graphic, biting, dry humping, p in v

author’s note: i used the gif in the images but this post is based on this gif set here and a tiktok i saw that pointed out how HUNGRY this man was during the movie 😭😭 i also asked this question separately and didn’t get a ton of pushback just to reiterate — being attracted to the “antagonist” of the film does not negate my understanding of the film or its cultural and historical importance — im just a criminally horny individual 😛

The juke joint was still humming behind you—low and rowdy, with bass rattling the floorboards and laughter spilling out the crooked windows like steam. You stepped into the thick Mississippi night, dress clinging to the sweat on your back, the heat pressing on your skin like it had weight. The cicadas sang in the trees, and somewhere far off, someone was still blowing blues on a trumpet like their life depended on it.

You didn’t notice the man at first.

He stood in the shadows just past the tree line, his form half-hidden under the crooked lean of a willow tree. A white man, alone, arms crossed over a chest that looked carved out of something strong and stubborn. Brown hair curling in thick tufts, jaw dusted with stubble, and a guitar case slung across his back like a weapon.

Every instinct in you went sharp.

A white man in the Delta after midnight didn’t mean anything good—not for a Black woman walking alone with liquor on her breath and music in her bones. You held your chin high, eyes fixed forward, feet steady on the gravel.

He didn’t speak until you passed him.

“Evenin’, darlin’,” he said, slow and honeyed.

That voice stopped you.

Thick with Southern drawl, like warm molasses. He didn’t quite sound like danger. He sounded like moonlight through lace curtains. Like the kind of man you know who’d smile sweet, touch gentle, and still be the end of you.

“I ain’t lookin’ for company,” you said over your shoulder, not stopping.

“I ain’t company,” he replied, stepping out into the moonlight with his palms up. “Just a fella walkin’. Thought maybe I’d keep you safe.”

You turned, slowly.

“From what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled. Slow. Crooked. Full of something too soft to be harmless. “World’s full of bad men, miss. Ain’t no tellin’ who might be out this time of night.”

You looked him up and down. Tall, broad-shouldered, tan from sun exposure, and dressed in linen. That guitar case over his shoulder looked worn, edges frayed like it’d seen more of the South than you ever had.

“And you?” you asked, tone sharp as a razor. “What kinda man are you?”

He didn’t flinch. Just tilted his head with a confident smirk and said, “The kind who calls a woman ‘darlin’ ‘cause she walks like she got secrets I’m dying to know.” His hands clasped in a praying motion, you snuck a quick glance at the veins in them.

“The kind who knows better than to let beauty like yours walk home alone.”

You should’ve walked away.

But instead, you let him follow you. Not close, not touching—but his presence, his footsteps in time with yours, felt… right. Familiar. Like a song you’d heard before but couldn’t name.

When you got to your door, your hand hovered over the knob.

“Well, you best get on home now,” you said.

He nodded.

“Or,” he said, voice softer as he pressed judy up against your back. Not enough for there to be contact but very little room for anything else, “you could let me come in. Just to talk.”

You could feel his eyes scanning your body, though his gaze stayed respectful—it burned. He wasn’t begging. He was waiting.

You opened the door.

The next memory was heat.

Your dress hiked up, his hands on your waist as you crashed on to the bed, his lips slanting over yours with an urgency that stole the breath from your lungs. His body was hard and hot above yours, the curve of his hip pressed into your inner thigh, his belt buckle cold against your stomach. His fingers dug into your hips like he was afraid you’d float away.

He pressed his weight onto you as he came down into your neck , both of you slick with sweat, tangled in cotton sheets and heavy breathing. His tongue worked over a sensitive part of your neck that made you melt to his touch

Then—

Blackness.

The kind of still, shuddering dark that comes after a storm you weathered.

You woke up soaked in your own blood.

Sticky, metallic, warm and wet along your clavicle and down your chest. The bedsheets were ruined. You blinked up at the ceiling, then turned your head.

Remmick was kneeling over you. Mouth stained red. Eyes wide, almost glowing.

His lips, slick with your blood, parted slowly as he looked down at you in wonder. His voice was low, reverent, almost tender.

“This is what you needed,” he said. “Don’t you feel it?”

You blinked up at him, still dazed, your breath shallow. Slight traces of fear in your eyes.

“No more pain, darlin’. No more aging, no more fear. Just you and me, able to roam this earth and the next as we please .”

He brought his palm to your sternum, pressing over your heart like he could feel it trying to outrun your ribs. “I gave you what the world never would,” he proclaimed, brandishing his fangs in his smile. “Freedom.”

Remmick reached for your hand and pressed it to his chest. His heart beat steady beneath your palm—slow, deliberate, like thunder rolling through deep earth.

Your body tensed and then something inside you snapped.

But It wasn’t panic.

And It wasn’t fear.

It was a deep animalistic and hungry need.

Your vision sharpened at the edges. The room around you dulled into haze. All you could focus on was him—his smell, all smoke and sweat and salt, the heat radiating from his skin, the way his breath hitched when your fingers traced down the length of his chest.

You rose—slow, deliberate—until you were on your knees as well. You could feel the new strength coiling in your limbs, the animal instinct buzzing like a fever beneath your skin. He talked on and on about the promises this new life would bring. You flashed him eyes that communicated a nondescript but intense hunger and you swore you could feel his pulse in your mouth.

You trailed your fingers along the line of his collarbone, across the swell of his shoulder, then up—sliding into the soft curls at the base of his neck. He stopped talking altogether, just quiet in anticipation.

You gripped.

His breath caught.

Your lips brushed the shell of his ear as your voice dropped to a dark, sultry whisper:

“Bite me again, baby… and make it hurt good.”

He shuddered.

And obeyed.

His mouth descended like a storm, lips finding your neck, tongue lapping once over the curve of your shoulder before his fangs sank in deep. The pain was immediate, but it rolled over into heat so sharp and consuming you arched your back pushing you further into him with a gasp.

Your thighs twitched, your fingers clenched in his hair, and a moan clawed its way up your throat—raw and low. You throbbed everywhere, each nerve ending lit up, humming like your body had been set on fire from the inside out.

He fed, and you held him there, needing every drop, every ripple of pleasure knotted up in that pain. You rocked against him, your core tightening, heartbeat pounding in your ears like a war drum.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were red and his eyes glassy.

Your voice was hoarse and full of smoke when you whispered, “Again.”

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Daylight became a stranger to you—an old, forgotten friend you’d grown to miss some days more than others. Some days you wished you could unboard your windows and sit on your porch. But your life was now lived on by moonlight and instinct.

It was the way of things now. You didn’t question it. You just waited.

Every evening brought the same rhythm. The soft knock—three gentle taps at the front door, just after dusk. Sometimes you’d feel it before you even heard it. Something in your chest would tighten, like the pull of tide on sand. And then you’d go, barefoot and breathless, to let him in.

Remmick always stood there like a complete gentleman. Leaning in the doorway with that easy grin, hair tousled from the flight over, chest rising and falling like he’d just run to get to you. Sometimes his guitar was slung over his back, sometimes he’d bring flowers, he carried nothing at all. But he always brought that voice.

“Evenin’, darlin’,” he’d say, like it was the first time you ever met him.

Then he’d kiss you. Or he’d bite. Or both.

He’d close the door behind him and walk you backward until the wall caught your spine. His hands would be warm, calloused, possessive in that way that made you weak in the knees. And his mouth — he used it like it was exactly what you needed. Suckling at the place behind your ear, then down the slope of your neck. Drawing blood like honey, always lapping it up before it hit your collarbone.

Sometimes, he got playful. Sometimes reverent. Sometimes both in the same night.

There were evenings he laid you out like a meal, biting slow circles behind your knees or dragging his fangs just barely over the soft of your belly. He’d hum songs from his time while he worked, deep and low, the sound buzzing in your skin.

And you’d laugh. You’d moan. You’d shake.

It didn’t take long before the pain didn’t even register anymore. Only the pleasure.

Each bite felt like being struck by lightning, and each mark bloomed like a secret flower on your skin.

But while you were losing yourself, you started seeing something else. Something new in Remmick

At first, it was just the look in his eye when you pressed your mouth to his neck. The way his lashes fluttered, like he was about to cry. Then there was another time when you opened the door before he knocked, pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt, and kissed him deep. He didn’t push back, didn’t even make a move. Just let you take it.

You shoved him against the wall, your palm flat against his chest, and stared up at him with hunger.

Then, with one hand, you undid his belt. Slipped inside. Wrapped your fingers around him like you owned him.

Remmick’s knees buckled.

He let out the softest whimper—high, shaky, damn near reverent.

You blinked at him. “Tell me you like it.”

His eyes were wide, glassy, mouth parted. “Y-yeah… I do…” he whispered.

The tremble in his voice lit a fire in your belly. It left you soaked and smug and stunned all at once.

A few nights later, you were straddling him on the couch, skirt pushed high, your hips working a slow, torturous grind against the bulge in his slacks. He was breathless beneath you, hands barely touchin’, like he didn’t know where to put them.

So you took his wrist and placed it on your waist.

Then you gripped the length of his neck, thumb draggin’ under his jaw, and squeezed just a little.

His head tipped back. His mouth opened in a gasp. And all he could say was your name—like he wanted to worship and repent in the same breath.

But the moment that settled it deep in your bones came just three nights ago.

Remmick had you laid back on the bed, his shirt open, your bodies tangled in heat. He hovered above you, ready to push inside, eyes locked on yours like he was asking permission.

And then he dropped his forehead to your neck, his voice gone raw and low.

“Please,” he said, and the word shook straight through you. “Please let me make you feel good. Lemme do it right, darlin’. I—I wanna be good for you.”

He didn’t want to dominate. He wanted direction. He wanted to be given, not to take. Wanted to be praised. Ruled. Owned.

And you?

You could do that.

You were already doin’ it.

You leaned in that night and whispered, “Show me how bad you want it.”

He did.

And now, every time you touched him—every time you claimed him—he’d melt into you like sugar on your tongue.

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Remmick was doing what he did best—buried between your thighs like a man starvin’ for grace, kissing and sucking like you were made of syrup and moonlight. The room smelled of sex and sweat and something wilder, something old. Your thighs trembled around his shoulders, damp with sheen, while his hands gripped your hips tight—thumbs digging into the softness like he was trying to carve himself a home inside you.

His tongue moved slowly and soulfully. You could feel him moaning against your clit, the vibrations rolled through you like thunder through tall grass.

Your breath hitched. Your back arched clean off the mattress, a cry ripped free of your throat as his mouth sealed tighter, tongue flattening and working you in slow, tight circles.

“Remmick…” you gasped, voice crackling like a lit match. “Shit—baby…”

But just as your body built to that fever pitch, that hot, dizzy place where the edge was near—

It hit you.

Not just the pleasure—but power.

That molten core deep in your belly didn’t just burn for release. It burned to command. You weren’t just his feast.

You reached down and tangled your fingers into that thick mess of brown curls. Then you yanked hard.

Remmick let out a strangled grunt, his mouth fallin’ open as you pulled him off your cunt with a wet, obscene sound. His face was slick with your shine, lips raw and glistening, jaw working like he didn’t know whether to cry or thank you.

He blinked up at you, dazed. Wrecked.

“Darlin’, please,” he rasped, voice sandpaper rough. He tried to lean forward again, his nose just barely brushin’ your thigh like he couldn’t stand the distance. “Let me back. I need—I need to finish you. Please, lemme taste all of you…”

“Ah ah,” you crooned, your grip tightening in his hair until he hissed, until his jaw clenched and his body tensed under your hands. You tilted his head back, just to watch his throat bob with the swallow. “Slow down, baby… we got all night.”

He looked like he was fighting for breath. His chest rose and fell fast, his thighs flexing where they knelt on the bed—like it was taking everything he had not to fall apart.

“I can’t let you do that just yet,” you whispered, leaning down close, your lips just grazing his as your voice curled like smoke around the words. “Not ‘til I get a good look at you like this.”

You dragged your eyes over him—his blown pupils, the tremble in his jaw, the shine on his cheeks. His mouth was still parted, flushed and wet, and you felt the weight of his arousal pressing up against your thigh, stiff and aching beneath his pants.

You kissed him slow—deep and indulgent—relishing in the taste of yourself on his tongue, moaning low in your throat as his hands twitched at his sides, still clutchin’ the sheets like a man on the edge of salvation.

You shifted and now he was under you.

Remmick went willingly. His breath caught in his throat, body folding back onto the mattress like he’d been waiting all his life to be handled just like this. You climbed on top, slid your bare thighs around his hips, your slick heat grindin’ down against the thick ridge strainin’ under his waistband.

He shuddered.

Hands still not touching, he wanted to wait for instruction. They just flexed at his sides like he was praying for permission to reach.

“Look at you,” you murmured, your thumb ghostin’ along his bottom lip, feelin’ the soft tremble there. “You’re being so good for me, aren’t you?”

He moaned—real and helpless—his head fallin’ back against the pillow. “I am,” he panted, chest heaving. “I am, I swear it—all yours, darlin’. I’ll do anything you ask—just tell me what you need…”

What a whiny mess.

Your lips curled.

You leaned down and dragged your tongue slow up the column of his throat, feelin’ him pulse under your mouth. Then you bit—just enough to make him twitch. Just enough to make him need.

“I need you desperate,” you breathed against his skin. “Need you beggin’ for it.”

Remmick let out the softest, filthiest sound—a desperate mix of want and surrender—and your hips ground down harder as he whimpered beneath you.

And baby… he did.

Your lips hovered just above his throat, breath fanning warm over his skin as your hips rolled again—slow and molten, drawing out a ragged moan from deep in Remmick’s chest. The friction was maddening—slick and aching and just shy of too much. You felt his cock twitch under you, felt his whole body tense like a man about to break.

He arched beneath you, head thrown back, jaw slack and trembling. His hands hovered in the air—uncertain, unmoored—like he didn’t know whether to grab your hips or clutch at salvation.

“Please,” he rasped, voice hoarse, lips parted. “I—I c-can’t—”

You smiled, mouth grazing the stubble along his jaw, your voice like silk soaked in wine. “You can.”

You kissed your way down the side of his throat, slow and deliberate, until you felt his pulse jump under your mouth.

Then you moved—reached between you both and undid his belt with one fluid motion, your fingers deft, steady. The leather snapped open. The zipper whispered down. You dragged his pants low enough to free him, and he gasped as his cock sprang out—thick, flushed red, the head already slick and weeping.

His hips jerked into the air, but still—still—his hands fisted in the sheets like he’d been trained to wait for your word.

You licked your palm and then wrapped your hand around him, slow and sure, and gave him a few long, lazy strokes from root to tip.

Remmick’s whole body shuddered. His eyes fluttered. His voice cracked.

“God—”

You rose just enough to align him, his cock sliding through your folds, catching sweetly at your entrance. The head slipped in, and you sank down slow—inch by aching inch—until he was seated deep, your walls fluttering around him as your body adjusted.

And Remmick lost his damn mind.

His back bowed off the bed, a cry tearing from his throat, one hand finally snapping up to your waist like he was drowning and you were the only thing keeping him above water.

“F-fuck—darlin—please—”

You rolled your hips, slow and deep, your thighs clenched tight around him. You watched his face twist in pleasure, that strong jaw slackening, brows drawn like it hurt to feel this good.

He was trying to hold back—trying to let you lead—but his hands betrayed him. They clawed at your hips, gripped tighter, pulled you down harder, like his body had a will of its own and all it knew was need.

“You strugglin’?” you teased, raising your brows, breathless but smug.

He was unraveling. Stammerin’. Shakin’. That smooth southern charm dissolved into raw need. But he tried to mask with a smile the feigned even a shred of dignity.

You leaned forward, lips ghosting over the pulse point in his neck, tongue dragging slow up the sweat-damp skin.

You could feel his chest collapse under you the closer you got to his ear.

“I wanna taste flesh” you whispered against him, voice honey-slick and dangerous.

And then you did.

Your fangs sank in hard, right at the juncture where neck met shoulder, and he screamed—a sound torn from deep in his chest, feral and desperate. His cock jerked inside you, his whole body arching into your bite like he wanted to crawl into it, like the pain was just another kind of prayer.

His blood was hot and copper-sweet, rushing over your tongue in waves. It lit your nerves on fire—made you throb around him, made your hips snap harder, faster, riding him like you’d waited a lifetime to take this.

Remmick was gone.

A mess of sounds—moans and gasps and high, breathless cries—his body thrashing under yours as he gripped your ass like a man possessed. His voice was all broken pleas, all need and surrender.

“Please, darlin’, don’t stop—don’t stop, don’t stop—”

You pulled back from his throat, lips slick with red, grinning down at him with a mouth full of sin.

Your nails dragged slow down his chest, raising goosebumps in their wake.

You rode him hard and deep, taking what you wanted, making him feel it—all of it. His cries got louder. His body shook beneath you. You could feel him throbbing inside you, could tell how close he was from the way he gripped you like he’d fall apart without your body wrapped tight around him.

You bit again—softer this time—just above your first mark, and that was it.

He came undone.

Crying out your name—just your name—like it was the only word left in the world. His release hit in waves, hips bucking helplessly beneath you, cock pulsing deep inside as you fucked him through every twitch, every tremor.

And when it was over—when he was boneless and breathless and soaked in sweat—you kissed his jaw, slid off of him slow, and disappeared into the other room.

You came back with a damp towel, soft as cotton and still warm from the basin. Wiped the blood from his throat, the mess from his stomach, and then let him curl into your lap like a man reborn.

You lit a cigarette and played with his hair, slow strokes at the nape of his neck, offering him a drag every few times.

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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juna (chapter II) - bo chow x tomboy!reader

chapter I - chapter II

summary: after your run in with bo at the juke, the two of you continued to see each other. your relationship growing closer with each time you spent together. missing your presence - bo decided to pay you a visit on your family farm...

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, fluff, establish relationship, slight mentions of race, slight insecurity undertones, mentions of smoking

author's note: here's part two of my bo fic and i must say, i did enjoy writing this, i wanted to flex my writing muscle - and i feel like i did hahaa! omg, thank ya'll for reading my stuff and for the support, i appreciate ya'll dearly! much love <3

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"I don't get too intimate. Why would I let you in? But I think again..."

The summer rays beat down on your body heavy as you rolled your tense shoulders, the thick heat blanketing over the farmland that your family owned. With a old and dirty straw hat that shielded your eyes from the sun, your nimble fingers aligned the nail into the wooden plank.

And you hammered.

The loud echo of iron hitting rusty nail reverberated through your body with each strike of the hammer you made, and once the nail disappeared into the thick wood you used the rest of your strength to yank at the plank - to make sure it wouldn't budge from the harsh weather. Dirt, mud, and chicken feathers clung onto your overalls and sun-kissed face as if it were a second skin. Your job for the day was to expand the chickencoop by the end of the afternoon; as more roosters were swiftly on their way to your farm.

Sweat damped the back of your neck and forehead, making the natural yet short soft curls tighten underneath your straw hat. This heat was siphoning your energy with each movement you made and it didn't help that you would sometimes get weak in the knees when your mind you drift towards your lover.

Bo Chow.

Memories of him always crept in with every strike of your hammer, every intense stroke of your saw cutting wooden boards, and every twist you made with your rusty screwdriver. After that night in the juke - your relationship with the man blossomed like a sunflower under the Mississippi heat. Every time you would drive into town your heart would flutter in anticipation to see him, to feel his hands on your body, and to kiss him.

He wasn't embarrassed to kiss you in public.

At first you had your reservations about it; stating that people would stare and whisper. Especially with the masculine getup you'd often wear, but Bo being Bo he shrugged his shoulders as those honey coated words fell from his lips, twisting in melody with his southern twang.

"Let them stare, I don't care what they whisper about us."

He was the best boyfriend you've had thus far, he was kind and gentle, and he never pressured you into doing anything you weren't comfortable with. But he also held your hand; guiding you out of your comfort zone when you needed it the most - showing the true desires that burned within your heart - the feelings that you thought you didn't deserve to feel. On Sundays Bo's general store would close early, at six instead of nine, and those days were your days.

You would sit on the wooden stool that was just beside the backdoor that lead upstairs - towards Bo's living quarters. The sound of him locking the door always made you smile ear to ear, that meant that it was now just the two of you. Bo would reassure that he didn't need any help closing, but you'd lend a hand anyway, with two people cleaning up that meant being in each other's arms would come sooner. Once done closing down the shop he would lead you upstairs, hand in hand, and the familiar tingle would nip at your loins.

Bo's hands would gently unbutton your overalls while your fingers would race over his arms and shoulders. After losing your virginity to him, the two of you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. He would help you explore your body while his guided hands would show you just the right touch to make him turn into moaning mess. You learned what your likes and dislikes are in the bedroom; Bo encourage you to speak your mind about it, reassuring you that it was important for him to know how to 'please his woman'.

After a few days of staying in town a little later than the usual and the unexplained pep in your step, your father quickly rushed you with questions on your whereabouts, at first you feigned ignorance but that didn't work of course.

You were a bad liar.

So you spilled about the time you spent with Bo, leaving out the intimate details, obviously. You told him that he was a kind man, that he treated you good, and that he had gumption most men around these parts lacked. And when those hurried words that ran from your mouth like water from a faucet slowed; he asked you to invite Bo over for dinner, to see for himself who this man truly was.

You could still feel the intense pressure of their eyes glued onto you and Bo as you introduced him to your family. Your two older brothers sizing him up as he helped you carry the bowl of mashed potatoes towards the large wooden dining table, but under their intense gaze Bo didn't crack, he kept his clam and charismatic persona in tact even with all of the invasive questions thrown at him.

Your family quickly learned that Bo was clever - extremely so. He had a plan, the kind that would pull the family farm out of shambles that the Great Depression and Segregation had driven it into. Some people were not fond at the idea of buying natural farm raised anything from a once sharecropper and his family, but Bo offered to resell your family chicken, beef, milk and eggs within his shop. He also added the fact that he knew the SmokeStack twins and that they'd needed supplies for their juke too.

He was offering your family a lifeline.

But the idea of the unknown worried your father, he was comfortable with reselling his goods to other local farms that he worked with over the years, but those farms were going under as well. He had no choice but to hear out Bo, so he did. You could see the glimmer of interest and hope within your father's eyes as Bo laid out the numbers between bites of greens, his strong hand resting on your thigh underneath the table, he was nervous but only you knew that.

Your bothers chimed in with sharp doubts, but you could tell that they were interested too, they didn't run Bo off like they'd normally do to smooth talkers who tried to convince the family to do business with them, and that was remarkable to you. The way he swatted away their doubts with ease and filled their minds with the potential of making a steady income made you stare at Bo with awe.

After the dinner you and Bo would walk the perimeter of the farm, your knuckles brushing against his as tender words exchanged between the two of you. He told you that he wanted to build something lasting, not just for now, but for the future. Something that would benefit the multiple generations that would come after the two of you - together. You paused your steps at his words which cause him to stop in his tracks too.

"What do you mean by that, Bo?" You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, his hands deep within his pockets and replied: "Nothin', just thinkin' out loud is all."

Pulling yourself out of the sweet memories you wiped your dirty saw dust covered hands onto your overalls and took a step back to admire your work. You were finally done expanding the chickencoop, and with a huff you began to clean up after yourself. Carrying the extra planks and tools into the nearby shed were they would stay until the next project.

The sound of dirt cracking underneath wheels grabbed your attention and with steady steps you exited the shed, only to be met with a blue car and your lover within the driver seat. A smile tugged at your sweat-slicked face as your irises scanned his movements, watching him as he slipped out of the car, and slamming the door shut with a lazy motion.

"Hey, baby." Bo smiled as he strut towards you with open arms, you quickly ran towards him, closing the distance as your face pressed against the crook of his neck. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders while he rested his strong yet comforting hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

He smelled like cedar wood, peppermint, and a undertone of tobacco. The vibrations of his laughter racked through your body and the both of you swayed back and forth within each others arms. Pulling away first, you planted a quick peck on his lips that he gladly accepted.

"What're you doin' here? Ain't you suppose to see my Pa tomorrow?" You asked as your hands ran across his chest, feeling his toned body underneath his clothes. You bit your lip and giggled as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, knocking the straw hat that you wore off of your head by accident.

"What? Is it a crime to pay a visit to my beautiful lady?" He shot back which made you shake your head, a wide and giddy smile clung onto your lips like the thick summer heat that engulfed your body.

"I miss you, that's why I'm here...Recently it feels like I'm only here to talk business, I rarely get to be around you now." Bo whispered, his eyes softening with each word he spoked. You looked away from him, but his fingers caught your chin and guided your face towards his.

"I miss you too..." You muttered back as your lips ghosted over his, but before he could kiss you - your hands that were rested on his chest playful pushed him away. "But I'm not bothered by you comin' out here to do business, you're helpin' my family, and I know once we get our footin' we'll have time for each other again."

You picked up the straw hat that fell onto the dirt pathway, tossing the hat on a shelf within the shed. Your short hair was now free as your fingers picked through the curls, the natural coils snapping back into place with each tug of your fingers. It was Bo's turn to watch you now as he placed his thumb with the belt loop of his pants, his smile never fading.

"What?" You chuckled out, but the man just shrugged and shook his head, his brown eyes filled with adoration, he was starting to grow more attached to you by the minute. You haven't exchanged a 'I love you' yet between the two of you, the closet thing that would be said was along the lines of: 'I'm fond of you' or 'I care about you'. But never 'I love you' but Bo couldn't deny the feelings he felt when he was around you, when he would think about you during those long days within the general store.

He loved you.

He wanted to tell you that right here, right now. But he stopped himself, afraid that he'd scare you off - afraid that you weren't ready yet. He'd understand, of course. But understanding wouldn't negate the sting he would feel if you didn't reciprocate those feelings, so he settled on dancing around that 'love' word as long as he can.

"You done workin', Ms. busy body?" He asked.

"Yup." You replied as you closed the shed doors shut, locking the heavy doors with a turn of a key.

"So what're you gonna do now? Just swelter away in this heat or--"

"You just don't give up, do you?"

"Nope, but you already know that, girl."

You bit your lip as your foot kicked the patch of grass that nestled within the dirt road, your eyes flicked over towards the distance behind Bo, as if you were decided something within your mind. When you settled on your answer the corner of your lips tugged into a grin, sticking your thumbs under the thick straps of your overalls you blurted out: "Follow me."

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Bo followed you with his hand grasp into yours, cutting through tall grass and tangled shrubbery until boots met with a dusty trial that lead towards a canopy of willow trees and red oaks, the thick leaves of the trees shielded the two of you from the harsh summer sun. Sliver of golden rays slipped past the greenery as it casted light through the dimly lit woods.

Silence fell over the both of you like a blanket, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was calming - welcoming. Your eyes would flick between him and the small dirt trial, smiling as his eyes would gaze at the small wildlife that would rummage through the bushes and wildflower beds.

"My Pa said he's got some ideas that're worth considering, if you'd lend a ear to hear 'em out," you mumbled as your foot kicked a rock away from the path. "He ain't the type to be so gung-ho about this kinda thing...You've got a silver tongue on you, that's for sure."

"I do got a way with words, don't I? How'd you think I got you?" He gloated which earned a playful slap on the arm from you.

"Don't get all cocky now, boy. If the twins go back on their word then my brother's will turn on you quicker than flies on pig shit." You jested as you both stepped side by side.

Bo smiled at that.

The once shy girl who stumbled into his store that could barely get a sentence out was now cracking jokes with him. It made him feel good to know that you're growing comfortable enough to show your personality - you were witty.

"Eh, I'll take my chances." Bo replied as he pulled a cigarette from the paper box and placing it between his plump lips. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you watched him lit the cigarette, the low ember glow of the fire igniting the tip casted a dull orange shadow across his handsome features. Pulling the cigarette away from his lips a cloud of hazy smoke plumed in front of him and the smell of tobacco hit your nose.

You weren't bothered that Bo was a smoker, your father was one too, so you were use to the strong smell. But you never tried a cigarette personally, much to Bo's pleasure. You remember one night after making love to him, Bo lit a cigarette as the both of your naked bodies laid flushed against each other within the soft bedsheets. Your head rested on his chest as you watched and you asked him if you could try it. The look on his face shocked you, Bo looked as if you'd grown three heads then.

He quickly denied your request, stating that smoking was a nasty and expensive habit. And with that pretty smile you had there was no way he'd encourage you to smoke in fear of ruining your teeth. He asked you if you wanted him to stop smoking around you, which you told him that you didn't mind. But to quell your curiosity Bo took a long drag from the cigarette, holding the smoke within his mouth and held a soft grip onto your jaw, puckering your lips.

With his lips lightly pressed onto yours - he blew the heavy smoke into your mouth - which quickly made you cough. It was different than tasting it on his lips after Bo finished a cigarette, the taste was stronger and the smoked harshly bit at your lungs and throat.

Needless to say after that day you didn't ask to try another cigarette again.

The trail that the two of you followed sloped downward and the thick summer air grew cooler with each step you took. With a hop over a gnarled root that separated dirt and sand the trees that once shielded you from the golden sun opened up, brown eyes were met with the simmering reflection of the sun that danced across the crystal clear water.

A lake.

A sharp whistle left Bo's lips as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between his pointer and middle finger. He watched as dragonflies hovered over the blue water, how the lily pads clumped together at the edge of the lake, and how the sand clung onto shiny small geodes with each ripple of the water.

This place was beautiful.

"How'd you find the place?" Bo asked as he finished his cigarette, normally he'd flick the butt of it on the ground without a second thought, but the sight of this place made him open up the paper box and place it inside next to the rest of unsmoked cigarettes.

You turned on your heel to look at him, your over worked hands rested on your hips as you spoke.

"When I was thirteen I got into an argument with my brother, he kept pickin' on me after I lost a game of football - so I thought I could take him in a fight," you shrugged your shoulders as you watch Bo walk towards the edge of the water. "That wasn't the case, though. He was sixteen at the time and before I could even think about landing a punch on him he pushed me to the ground and knocked the wind right outta me. I cried and told him I hated him, and I ran as far away as I could. Then I stumbled here...My sanctuary."

"Feels like it..." Bo said as he glanced at you, watching you kick your mud covered boots off. You paused your movements, feeling his tender gaze that rested on your frame.

"The water is cold enough to cool you down from this heat." You explained.

"Oh, I see what this is...You tryna get me naked, y'know there's easier ways to do that, girl." Bo laughed which made you roll your eyes in playful annoyance. Sliding your socks off and stuffing them into your boots you giggled along with him.

"I just told you a heart-tuggin' story and all you can think about is me making a move on you," you paused as you tried to stifle your giggles. "I mean - you're right! But still, you don't have to call it out, Bo."

"But that's what you like about me, why would I stop statin' the obvious?" He replied as he kicked his shoes off too. Your hands unbuttoned the straps that held your overalls in place, making the heavy denim drop onto the sand. Bo's hands swiftly undone his button up shirt, slipping off the fabric along with the undershirt that rested on his lean yet muscular body, his pale olive chest was now under your needy gaze as his hands reached for his belt buckle.

"Hey, let me, I love doin' this part." You mumbled as your nimble fingers reached for his belt, which made Bo hold up his hands in a display of playful obedience, his brown eyes watching your hands unbuckle the belt that held his pants in place. Once the belt was undone, Bo kicked the pants off of his legs, now he stood in front of you with just his boxers on. You still wore the oversized shirt that stopped just above your midthigh, shielding your underwear from Bo's intense gaze.

"Now that ain't fair, honey. How come I'm almost stark naked and you got that shirt on?" Bo laughed as he tugged you closer towards him by the loose fitting fabric that draped over your body, he placed tender kisses onto your lips as you offered up an answer for him in between those fevered kisses.

"Well since you made such a convincing argument; I'll take it off, but I'm keeping my delicates on."

"Like I ain't seen you naked before - but okay, I'm keeping my boxers on too." Bo chuckled as his dark chestnut colored eyes grazed over your body, watching you remove the cotton shirt from your frame, pulling the fabric over your head and tossing it on the moss covered log. You were in your bra and panties yet the thin fabrics left nothing to the imagination as your nipples poked through your bra; Bo couldn't help but to stare at your half nude frame in awe.

With bare legs slowly sauntered into the freezing water and you let out a loud yelp, the sensation of freezing water nipping at your warm body. Even when it's the middle of summer this lake was always ice cold and goosebumps dotted across your bronzed skin.

You turn to face Bo who watched you from the edge of the water, he was lost in thought, and you noticed that his attention would slip into his mind the more you spent time with him. With a playful flick of your wrist, you splashed the lake water at Bo, making him jump as a mischievous smile lingered onto your lips.

"You can come in, y'know - the water's fine, I promise ain't no gators around these parts! Maybe..."

"Ha, you really are somethin' else, girl."

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The twinkle of fireflies danced within the thick evening air and the once bright sun crept slowly behind the trees; painting the scenery in hues of blues. Birds that were hidden within the tall willow trees hushed their songs - only for their soothing melodies to be replaced with the loud hums of cicadas and the rustling of leaves from the wind. You and Bo swam for hours, but it didn't feel like it, you were shocked when he told you the time after checking his pocket watch.

You stood behind him as your hands rubbed his back while your fingers pressed into the small water droplets that clung onto his skin. He was slightly shivering from the cold lake water, the feeling of the cool breeze race against his body, and he clinched his jaw in an attempt to fight against his shivering. With gentle arms you held onto him, trying your best to trap as much body heat between the two of you.

"My god, baby. You're shakin'! You need some more meat on your bones." You giggled out, pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

"You makin' fun of me, girl?" Bo laughed as he shook the water out of damp jet black hair. You squealed at the sudden feeling of cold water droplets flicking onto your skin, pulling away from Bo he quickly turned on his heel, grabbing your body back into his soaking embrace. He landed sloppy yet tender kisses on your cheek and neck, earning laughter from you under his touch.

The feeling of your giddy laughter against his bare chest sent him into a spiral. Your smile, your touch, your warmth.

You.

Everything about you made Bo feel as if he was home - as if he finally found the one thing in his life that he didn't realize was missing. And every time you two would separate from each other he would count down the seconds to see you again, to hear your voice, and to hold you within his arms.

His dark brown eyes peered into yours, smiling at the sight of your beautiful features, water from the lake clung within your long eyelashes and the short coils that framed your face. Underneath the sapphire colored evening your brown skin held onto the blue hues - as if you were blue yourself. And without thinking he blurted out: "I love you."

Your smile that rested on your face twitched downwards and you flinched back a bit at his words. Your arms were still wrapped around him but Bo could tell you were growing distant - he feared that this would happen.

"W-What...?" You whispered out in confusion, tilting your head to the side as you scanned Bo's face in hopes to understand what he meant by that. Love? He said he loves you, and hearing those words roll off of his tongue made you feel good - no it made you feel whole. Yet half of you denied that feeling. Surly he didn't mean it, right?

The sound of thunder cut into the tense silence that fell over the two of you, pulling away from Bo you reached for your overalls that rested onto the moss covered log. Stepping over jagged rocks you began to dress yourself - your back facing Bo in an attempt to avoid his eyes staring into you.

"I love you, darlin'. Please say somethin'..." Bo said as desperation hung on each and every word that he spoke, his eyes followed your sporadic movements, but he kept his distance. He knew that you weren't the best at communicating your thoughts and desires; so he acquiesced to your unspoken rule of not going 'too deep' into uncomfortable subjects like this. It took a lot of coaxing to even talk about sex with you openly. But Bo was also suppressing his true feelings about you, it was agonizing biting his tongue around you - he needed to let you know just how much you meant to him.

"You don't mean that." You replied as you turned to face him, your overalls hanging off of your hips, the straps were unbutton, so you wore them like pants. The hem of your panties peeked through the top of the denim, the soft fabric clashing with the dirt covered overalls. Your arms rested at your side and your face twisted with hurt, as if Bo said a cruel joke to you.

"I do, I mean it. I'm in love with you. And I-I'm down on my hands and knees beggin', baby...Beggin' you to just open up to me, just a little--"

"Bo, please!" You shouted, cutting him off. The whispers from the leaves rustling in the breeze echoed within your scattered mind as a tight lump formed in your throat. With a shallow breath of air, you continue to speak.

"Look at me, Bo...I'm not the kind of person people fall in love with, I'm just not built for that."

Bo spat out a curse in his native tongue as he began to dress himself too and he shook his head in disapproval at the unnecessary criticism you gave yourself. He couldn't believe his ears - he couldn't believe what you were saying.

"Why not?" Bo curtly asked and the loud clap of thunder rang through the hazy evening air, it would rain any minute now. You shrugged your shoulders at his question which earn you a bitter laugh from the man.

"Y-You should be with someone who ain't scared all the time, Someone who knows how to do this..." You stated, as Bo's eyes gazed into yours, taking in every single word that fell from your lips as you spoke.

"I-I don't don't know how to be what you need, Bo. I f-figured you'd realize that and move on - find a woman who is meant to be with you...Someone who isn't me." You rushed out and your once confident person deteriorated. You slowly reverted back into that shy woman that Bo met months ago.

"What do you think this is? Tell me. So, you think I only love you because you're some kind of fantasy, that what we shared is just some phase for me, or somethin'?" Bo's words were stern but they didn't lack the love he felt for you, it just pained him something awful hearing you swatting away his confession not because you didn't feel the same way.

But because you thought you didn't deserve it...

"I don't...I don't know." You choked out as your arms hugged yourself, making the wet bra strap that clung onto your skin slip off of your shoulder. For the first time in your relationship the pause of silence that you both shared was uncomfortable - agonizingly so. With a sigh Bo walked towards you, shortening the distance between both of your freezing bodies. Tiny raindrops fell from the swollen clouds that loomed overhead, the warm summer rain washed off the cold lake water that clung onto your skin.

"C'mere." Bo whispered as he opened his arms out to you; and you gladly entered his embrace. Your cheeks tingled with embarrassment and fear at the idea of scaring Bo away. You were never use to being treated with so much care - with so much kindness - and it overwhelmed you. You loved Bo, oh, God did you love him. You didn't want this connection to be severed by your own mistakes, so you thought keeping your distance would make him stay longer.

But keeping your feelings to yourself was a form of self-sabotage.

Your cheek rest against Bo's lean chest and you could hear just how fast his heart was racing, you weren't the only one who was nervous about losing this connection that you both shared. The once soft drizzle of rain began to beat down onto you and Bo harder, yet you stayed in his arms as his carful hands stroked your hair.

"You think I don't see you, girl? I see everything about you. The way you pick at your fingers before speakin', how you laugh when you're nervous, damn girl - even the way you fight back tears 'cause you think they'd make you look weak," he paused as his embrace tighten around your frame as the sting of tears blurred your vision. "They don't make you weak, you're brave - the bravest person I know and the world just don't get it. Yet you keep fightin', movin' along bein' yourself as the world casts you aside."

"Bo..."

"You're beautiful and I think about you all the time, you always show up in my mind from the moment I wake up to the second I fall asleep...I ain't felt this way in a long time, not like this. Girl, you really got a hold on me, so don't tell me that I don't love you." Bo finished as his fingers gingerly held onto your damp bra strap that hung off of your shoulder, placing the thin fabric over your collar bone.

The rain muffled out the sound of your racing heart beat that echoed through your head, your mouth slightly agape at Bo's confession. The feeling of being seen and understood was all you wanted - and he gave that to you without hesitation. Calloused hands cupped your face and a supportive thumb traced over your cheek, the feeling of love overcame you, and for the very first time in your life you let your guard down.

You let him in...

"I love you too."

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Hot summer rain beat down on you and Bo as thick raindrops slipped pass the canopy of leaves that hung above the two of you. With heavy footsteps your fingers interlocked tightly with his, both of you stumbling through the hazy fog. Stepping over gnarled vines, slick wet stones, and mud filled potholes that clung to the soles of your shoes - you both finally reached the edge of the woods. A loud crack of thunder made you jump within Bo's embrace, a breathless chuckle falling from his lips at your action.

Muffled sounds of wet shoes stomping onto the weather worn porch grounded you and the awning shield you and Bo from the heavy rain. A soft cast of ember light slipped pass the curtains that hung over the windows, your father was still downstairs - much to your dismay. Your calloused hands reached for the iron doorknob, twisting it gingerly in an vain attempt to not draw attention towards your presence of entering the house.

Your face twisted in slight annoyance at the sharp creak that the door made. With a tilt of your head you signaled Bo to follow you close by, the soft dripping sounds from your soaked close melted into the ticking of the grandfather clock that shielded your body from the living room your father resided in. Tiptoeing through the hallway you and Bo finally reached the white narrow staircase - the wave of anxiety slowly melted off of your body until a familiar raspy voice cut through the silence like a sharpen knife.

"That you, girl?" Your father blurted out, not bothering getting up from his seat. You and Bo froze in place as his eyes flicked towards you in worry. Your father was well aware of your relationship with Bo; but sneaking him in your bedroom without a ring on your finger is...Indecent to say the least. Your father was old fashion and if he saw how Bo clung onto you right now - he would probably have a heart attack.

Placing a finger over your lips, you signaled to Bo to keep quiet and you spoke: "Yea', Pa! It's me...Got caught in the rain is all, finna head to my room now."

Bo's face was pressed onto your wet shoulder as he tried to muffle the soft laugher that fell from his lips. You rolled your eyes and slightly elbowed him, which only earned you a playful squeeze on your sides, and his skillful hands slip under your soaked denim overalls. His hands cupped your breast through your bra - you didn't bother putting your shirt back on - you only wore the oversized denim as the wet fabric of your shirt hung lazily within your hand.

A low grunt of acceptance from your father made you race up the stairs with lightning speed, your fingers interlocking with Bo's again, and you lead him to your bedroom - locking the door as soon as he entered behind you.

"Uh, uh. Didn't know you was sneaky." Bo teased.

"Keep your voice down; these walls are paper thin..." You muttered.

"Tch, that's gon' be a challenge then. Y'know you loud in bed, baby." Bo beamed out as his handsome face melted into a mischievous yet playful expression. You gasp at his words and shook your head in disapproval as your hands slipped off the rain soaked overalls.

"Only reason I'm loud is 'cause you fuck me too good." You replied as Bo's once cocky demeanor shattered into shock. His eyes widen like saucers at your words, he was the one who would do all the dirty talking in bed, and you would hide your face in embarrassment with each word he spoke. But now something within you changed - as if a fire within your core was ignited - and Bo was ready to stoke that flame. Before he could whistle out praises you spoke again.

"Take those wet close off, hang 'em on that radiator, I'll make sure they get washed by the time you leave."

"Yes, ma'am." Bo sighed out as he followed your instructions. He tossed his damp vest over the heated metal, his hands quickly slipped off his grey pants, and lastly he removed his soaked white button up. He was only in his boxers now as his brown irises flicked towards your hunched frame that nestled within your closet, with a sigh of victory you pushed yourself on your feet, and soft towels rested within your arms as you faced Bo again.

"Them boxers too." You stated, as you tossed the towels onto the bed, only one was still in your tight grasp. A shiver ran up Bo's spine at your commanding words, his member stiffening within his underwear, straining against the damp fabric. He didn't tut out a comeback like he'd normally does, he just listened to your requestion without hesitation, tucking his thumbs under the tight waistband as he slide the fabric off of his toned body.

Bo stood naked in the middle of your room, the cool air within your home sent a wave of goosebumps on his skin, not to mention that your newfound confidence made him shiver with excitement and anticipation. You walked over to your lover, closing the unbearable distance as your placed your hand over his defined chest, your other hand drying him off with the soft cotton towel. Praises in Mandarin escaped Bo's lips as he melted under your touch, his hands holding onto your waist as he lulled his head back, the towel now catching the rain that clung onto his neck.

You placed a tender kiss on the crook of his neck as words in his native language rolled off of his tongue, Bo taught you phrases here and there to the point were you could understand some of the words he spoke, but the language was still foreign to you. Yet you understood him in this exact moment despite the language barrier, he was showering you in nothing but adoration and reverence.

He needed to be closer to you.

You moved the half damp towel down his pale olive skin, your fingers tracing the dips and valleys of his muscles as you dried him off, your hands stopping just above his jet black happy trail. Tense eyes stared back into yours as you softly spoke, your lips ghosting over his open mouth, it was as if he was trying to taste your sweet words.

"You said I got a hold on you, huh?" You whispered as your hands wrapped around his thick shaft, you began pumping his dick within your hand, making the man moan onto your shoulder. His hips bucked into your movements as you continued to jerk him, precum creating a natural lubricate, yet it wasn't wet enough for your liking. Pulling your hand away for split second you licked your fingers, slicking your digits with saliva. Bo watched on in awe as you wrapped your hand around him again. "You ain't lyin, well - your body ain't lyin, at least."

Bo was hard, probably the hardest he'd been in his life. He couldn't believe that the same woman who couldn't even maintain eye contact when they first met was touching him like this, turning him into puddy in her hands. Your lips wrapped around his neck as you began to kiss at his skin, the thumping of his pulse raced against your mouth, you were determined to leave a hickey behind as you sucked between bites.

Bo was the one who taught you how to make one, of course.

"Fuck, baby." He choked out as his eyes rolled back from the pleasurable sensation of your hand pumping him and your tongue soothing the bites you left on his neck. With a low wet pop your mouth stopped sucking at his skin - a purple and redish bruise bloomed across his olive skin - an you smiled into the kiss you planted on his needy lips. Your tongues danced in unison with each other and the feeling of his cock twitching within your hand earned a muffled moan from you.

But you quickly pulled away.

Bo hissed out a plea in Mandarin which made you place a finger over your lips, reminding him to keep quiet. Your fingers interlocked with his as you lead him towards your plush bed, his dark brown irises not daring to break away from your swaying hips with each step you made. Reaching for the other towels that rested on the warm sheets of your bed, you tossed the damp towel onto the ground, replacing a dry one within your fingers seconds later.

Playfully you tossed the towel over his head, resting it on his wet jet black hair that clung onto his skin, and he chuckled at your action. Taking your hint he began to dry his hair - yet the unbearable feeling of needing to be touched again raced through his entire being - you slowly slipped off your panties. The damp cotton hitting the ground with a soft thud.

His dark eyes trailed over your nude lower half as he bit his lip, the sight of your pussy made Bo's already stiffened cock jump with anticipation, a small whine escaping his mouth, the sound of his groan dripped with nothing but need. Noticing this with a laugh you sank onto the floor, resting your weight on your knees your hazy and lust filled eyes looked up at him.

Placing a feather soft kiss on the flush tip of his cock, filling your open mouth with him. Squeezing your bare thighs together to ease the ache of arousal that nipped at your core, your eyes shut tightly as the familiar yet comforting taste of Bo filled your mouth with each inch you took of him. Bo's body twitched above you as the muscles within his abdomen flexed from your tongue dragging against the thick vein that adorn his thick member, lulling his head back he placed the towel that was used to dry his hair over his mouth, muffling the moans that fell from his lips.

Nimble fingers moved up and down from the base of his cock to your mouth, you were still a novice when it came to oral, but this was going better than last time. You could barely fit him in your mouth without gagging previously, he was big and you still had some challenge, but that didn't stop you from trying. In fact it only made you want to push yourself even more - to see just how much you could fit his dick in your mouth.

"Mhm..." Bo voice groaned through the towel that shielded his mouth, he thought keeping quiet wouldn't be this difficult - but the way your tongue swirled around the tip of his member had him reconsidering his ability to do so. His calloused hand massaged your scalp, thick fingers latching onto the wet coils within your hair as his eyes rolled back the deeper you took him in your mouth, you hummed under his touch and the vibrations from you moaning around him sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Looking down his chestnut colored eyes peered deeply into yours, which only egged you on to pump him faster with your hand, your tongue still swirling circles around him as you hollowed out your cheeks with each suck. Your long lashes blinking with each inch you took into your mouth, the taste of precum dancing on your tongue deliciously, and small tears of pushing your self well pass your limit clung onto the corners of your eyes. With a gag you pulled your swollen mouth off of him, the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip with the tip of his cock snapped with your sudden movements, yet your hands still pumped him as he rocked his hips under your touch.

The slick wet sound of you jerking him off echoed softly through your room, the cracking of thunder and the rain beating against your window muffled the raunchy sound just enough for prying ears not to hear, but you and Bo could hear it - both of you soaking up the sound as if it was music.

"Does that feel good, baby?" You whispered against his dick that rested on your lips, your hand still pumping him, and your tongue playfully flicked over the base of his tip.

You eyes still locked with his.

"Yes, my love. Fuck - I needa have you." Bo begged as he reached for you, pulling you up on your feet by your arms, and he planted a fevered kiss onto your open mouth. Your teeth bumped into his as he desperately clawed at the clasp of your bra, taking off the soaked fabric until your fully nude, just like him. Your skin was slightly wet from the rain, but Bo could care less - he needed you in this exact moment and he couldn't wait to have you. Grabbing the plush skin of your ass he placed you onto the bed, not breaking the kiss until you laid on your forearms.

Bo lips trailed down your body as his strong hand cupped your breast, kneading the soft skin as his fingers rolled your sensitive nipple between calloused fingers. You bit your lip in an attempt to stop your moans from slipping out as his head dipped between your thighs, his lips ghosting over your dripping core, and Bo placed both of your legs over his shoulders as he kneeled in front of you.

"I've been waitin' for this all day." He mumbled to himself, but those words made you gasp out a shallow breath that you didn't know you were holding, it felt good being desired so greatly. For a man to be on his knees between your legs - looking up at you as if you were a work of art - a holy entity that needed to be worshipped.

Bo placed a tender kiss on your inner thigh before dipping his head lower, and with a gentle lick he ran his tongue agonizingly slow across your soaked pussy. He was savoring the taste of you as if it was a delicacy, his warm tongue stopped at your clit, flattening the muscle over your sensitive bud until he repeated his movements.

You arched your back under his touch as your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, his soft tresses tangling around your nimble fingers. Your relax legs hung lazily over his broad shoulders as his mouth wrapped around your clit, his fingers slowly entering you as you rocked your hips against his face.

"Oh, my--Bo..." You moaned against the palm of your hand as Bo skilled mouth and tongue worked over your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit with each long swipe of his tongue against your core. The pleasurable sensation made your cheeks tingle and your face twist with pure ecstasy as Bo gently pushed his ring and middle finger inside of you, the bed underneath your trembling body slightly creaking as you snapped your head back from the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you.

"So good, I could die between your thighs if you'd let me, my love." Bo groaned out against your wet sex, you squirmed under his touch and heavy words. "You taste like heaven."

Slowly he moved his fingers in and out, his knuckles grazing against your swollen clit and your legs began to shake, but that only made him ramp up his movements even more. Your hands gripped the wet bedsheets that were soaked with rain water that clung onto your naked body and your chest heaved with each thrust his fingers made into you. Your feet fluttered, kicking the air as your rolled your hips, and the familiar feeling of reaching your climax bubbled within your core. You were close, and it seemed like Bo knew this too.

"W-Wait, baby." You yelped out which made Bo pause his movements, he pulled his mouth away from your clit, but his thick fingers were still nestled deep inside of you.

"What's wrong, you okay?" He asked, which made you nod your head. Catching your breath you continued to fuck yourself against his fingers, finally you spoke.

"I want us to finish, together - at the same time..." You whispered which made Bo smile from ear to ear.

"And how we gonna do that?" He asked as he slowly pulled his slick fingers out of you, the sensation making you shiver in delight, and you watched him placed his fingers within his mouth. His tongue lapping up the juices that clung onto his thick fingers - making sure that none went to waste.

You crashed your lips onto his as Bo hovered over you, tasting yourself on his mouth made your head race with lust, and your legs wrapping around his waist. But to his surprise you flipped positions, your legs caging him in as you straddled his waist, his hands holding onto your hips as he steadies you in place. Your forehead pressed against Bo's as his hand held the base of his cock, leaning forwards he lined himself with you, and with a satisfying sigh escaping both of your lips you sat down onto his thick member.

You both moaned into each others mouth, trying your best to quiet each other, and once your body adjusted to his dick stretching you out - you leaned back and began to ride him. Your bed squeaking with each movement of your hips snapping into him, but the thunderstorm was so loud, you're confident no one could hear the rusty bedsprings. Laying flat on his back Bo's large hands gripped into the softness of your hips, his fingers digging deep within your skin that you're sure they'd leave bruises behind.

Your palms rested on his hard chest as you used him to help you bounce on his thick member, your breast bouncing in his face while your wet pussy swallowed him whole - your body was finally use to being fucked by him. A sigh of pleasure fell from Bo's lips as he whispered praises to you in Mandarin, switching to English when you stopped your bouncing to roll your hips against him.

"You so pretty, baby--Fuck!" Bo hissed out as his eyes rolled back and his head lulled to the side, but you gripped his jaw, turning his head back to face you as you continued to ride him. He bit his lip at your action and a loud whimper fell from his mouth, his voice piercing through the rain and you're sure it could be heard through your shared home. The sounds of footsteps pacing up the stairs made you halt your tracks, and Bo groaned in agony as he lightly bucked his hips into you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...You just feel too damn good." He whispered through heavy breathing, you and Bo looked towards your locked door as the footsteps grew louder. But by the grace of God the footsteps continued to walk pass your room, not stopping once until they faded into the background again.

"We gotta be quiet, baby," You whispered as your thumb stroke over his chiseled jawline. "It's hard for m-me too, you filling me up like this, but just relax and lemme take care of you, ugh...I promise we can be as loud as we want next time."

He didn't bother to spit out any words of acknowledgment - he just nodded his head desperately - and without missing a beat Bo's lips wrapped around your thumb. His sharp teeth grazing the skin on your thumb as he latched onto it, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked, silently signaling you to continue.

Which you gladly did without hesitation.

You started to move your hips again, continuing to bounce on his thick cock, the slick sounds of the back of your thighs hitting his legs with each thrust he made into you echoed through your body - you were fucking this man straight on his back - he's quite literally under your control. And he wouldn't have it any other way, he loved how good you felt squeezing around him, and his eyes snapped shut with a guttural moan.

You've rode him before, but not like this, and it was taking everything within him not to come in seconds. A creamy mess was quickly formed between the two of you, due to the friction and your wetness - the sensation of the velvety natural lubricant made your head spin as you rocked your hips with frenzy. Bo's hands left your hips as his strong arms wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, his hips rocks into yours, meeting you halfway as the creak of the bed slipped through the rain sounds.

Feeling the familiar pressure building up within core you leaned into Bo's embrace, your breast pressing firmly against his chest, and your head resting on his shoulder. Your lips pressed against the shell of his ear as tears of pleasure nipped at your eyes, the heavy tears slowly falling down your warm cheeks with each tender word you sang out, the words that only he could hear.

The words that he needed to hear.

"I love you...My Bo, I love you so much." You whispered and the feeling of his cock that nestled deeply within your core twitched at your words, he was dangerously close too. You and Bo weren't practicing the 'safest' of sex, to say the least - he would aways pull out and finish on his hand or your thigh depending on what position you both were in at the time. But when he was close, he would always tell you, asking where you would prefer him to finish.

"Fuck, I love you too, baby. I'm gonna...W-Where you want this?"

"Don't stop, please. I-I needa feel you, baby. At least once...Fill me up and make me feel whole."

And just like that Bo pressed his mouth against your neck as his eyes shut tightly, his hold onto your frame became vice-like as his orgasm ripped through his body like a tidal wave. His teeth bit into your skin in an attempt to muffle his moans as his release hit him and crashed into you, finishing inside of you as he bucked his hips forward lazily, his cum filled you to the brim, it was too much and the warm sensation made you shiver out in delight - he was giving you his everything.

It seemed endless as your thighs locked onto his, your body trembling from the warm sensation of being filled with his seed, the creamy mess of both of your orgasm froth between the two of you, clinging onto both of your pubic bones and abdomen. And with one last rocking of your hips you whimpered against his burning hot skin, the knot of lust that tugged at your core finally releasing.

Heavy breathing filled the cool air as Bo lovingly stroked your hair, grounding himself as his rapid heart rate steadied. You leaned into his touch as your cheek press firmly onto his rising chest, his dick was still inside of you - but you wouldn't mind the idea of him being inside of you like this for hours if he offered.

"Shit...I need a cigarette," Bo mumbled under his breath, which made you bellow out a sharp chuckle, a lopsided grin tugging onto your features. He looked down at you, laughter leaving his lips too. "You really laid it on me, girl. Yea'...you stuck with me now."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way...I love you, Bo."

"I love you too, angel."

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tag(s): @pinkpantheris

#sinners fanfiction #bo chow x reader #bo chow x black reader #black reader #bo chow sinners #bo chow smut #bo chow x black!reader #bo chow x reader smut #bo chow x you

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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masterlist

here's a comprehensive masterlist of all my fics, enjoy boo (all of them are x black!fem!reader with smut unless stated otherwise) <3 <3 <3

SINNERS -

Remmick: august night (chap. I, chap. II, chap. III)

Bo Chow: juna (chap. I, chap. II)

Stack M.: everything is romantic - i'm so tender on you - cherry waves

Smoke M.: coming soon…

Sammie M./Preacher Boy: coming soon…

Mary: cherry waves

#stack moore x reader #bo chow x reader #black reader #remmick x reader #sinners fanfiction

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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say man people need to read this ahhhh

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ ᴇᴀɢʟᴇ

⟢ ┈ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ(s): ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴡ; ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴡ (90’s!ᴀᴜ)

⟢ ┈ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ; ᴄᴀʀ sᴇx; ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ; ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴄᴀʀ sᴇx ʙᴜᴛ 🤷🏾‍♀️

⟢ ┈ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.2ᴋ

⟢ ┈ sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs:

♪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ sʜᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ɴᴀsᴛʏ. ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ ᴇᴀɢʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴇᴀᴛ ♪

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ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏ/ɴ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴏɪɴs ʙᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴇᴀᴛ

ᴠ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʙᴏ ғɪᴄs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘ 😩 ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ɢᴜʏs 🫷🏾🙂‍↕️🫸🏾 ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ. ᴀʟsᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴇxᴄᴜsᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs 🙏🏾

the loud smokey engine rumbled beneath them, steady like a heavy knock on a door. bo’s car—an antique 1960s ford convertible—sat at the edge of town on an empty road that led to nowhere. the air was hot yet cool as the last sliver of the sunset bles over the horizon.

y/n sat in the passenger seat, both feet bare as they laid on top of the dash. a small smirk that she desperately tried to hide with a bite to her lip painted her face as she took a deep draw from her ever-shrinking cigarette. the young woman stared in awe of the louisiana summer sunset as the man beside her sat in silence.

bo hadn’t spoken in twenty minutes (give or take), but that didn’t mean the y/n couldn’t feel his gaze upon her as he too took another draw from his cigarette. his staring wasn’t necessarily intense. instead, it was subtle, sly. the type of staring that if y/n wasn’t also sneaking glances at him, she wouldn’t catch. it was the way his eyes flickered between the open road and her thighs, or the way bo adjusted his grip on the steering wheel even though he was no longer driving.

“you waitin’ for me to say something, or just like staring off into space,” y/n sassed, flicking the last of the cigarette bud out the car.

a smirk formed on bo’s face as a low chuckle shot out his mouth. turning towards the young woman for what felt like the first time, the man muttered “maybe i’m just enjoying the peace and quiet.”

“liar.”

bo didn’t argue. wasn’t the type. he simply pulled out the flask he’d hidden in his jacket, took a long swig, then offered it to y/n without even looking at her. instead, he stared at the changing sky as if it was the most beautiful piece of art.

taking the silver canister, y/n tilted it back with one swift motion as the brown liquor burned all the way down. as the young woman finished the last of her sip, her breath got caught in her throat. this caused her to choke violently as she passed the flask back to bo who couldn’t stifle the laugh that slipped past his lips.

“what the hell is this shit,” the young woman choked out, “tastes like straight gasoline.”

“don’t be mad at me ‘cause you can’t handle your liquor,” bo chortled as he held his hands up in surrender.

the pair’s relationship was…complicated to say the least. y/n first met bo when she started working at her local gas station: a job she didn’t want but glad she took after seeing how fine her coworker was. the two started talking at work—first about the boring things like “what’s your favorite color,” to “what type of music do you like,” then to the things that were more interesting like “what’s something that turns you off.”

however, it soon turned into hanging out and smoking after work. overtime, it became a habit. nowadays, bo insisted on taking y/n out on a weekend road trip to texas all the way from the mississippi delta. after hours of driving, the two were finally in louisiana. yet, nothing ever happened between them. static filled the space between the pair as if the car was wired with tension and one wrong move could spark into a flame.

leaning back, y/n closed her eyes as she basked in the warmth of the setting sun. the night falling didn’t mean shit in the south. everything still stuck to everything, and everything was warm to the touch. sweat pooled at the bend of one’s knees, inside their thighs, and/or the back of their neck. yet, that didn’t stop anyone—at least not a true southerner—from having fun.

y/n scoffed at bo’s comment, but opted not to say anything. as much as she wanted to reply with something smart and sassy, she didn’t. instead, she let silence surround them once more as she turned her head to stare at the young man, and as bo turned to look at her, y/n didn’t remove her gaze.

“w-what,” bo stuttered as he began to swipe his hands over his chin and cheeks. “do i have something on my face?”

ignoring his question, y/n’s eyebrows raised and her chin rested on top of her knuckles as her gaze into his eyes intensified.

“you ever gon stop pretending you don’t wanna fuck me, or are these weekend hangouts just gonna be filled with sexual tension?”

that did it. that was the initial spark.

bo’s jaw clenched and twitched as his grip around the wheel tightened. raising his eyebrow, bo leaned in slow, confident as he stared the woman next to him in the eyes. one arm slung over the back of the passenger seat as if bo knew what he was doing. as if he had all the time in the world.

“woman,” he said, voice low and even. “don’t you tempt me with a good time unless you plan on climbing in the back and taking everything you just asked for.”

glancing over her shoulder, y/n eyed the backseat before turning her attention back to bo. the space was limited and tight, yet that didn’t mean it was impossible. shifting her eyes back to bo, the young woman held on to his gaze. she didn’t blink. she didn’t falter. her hand simply crept across her abdomen and towards her seatbelt, unlatching the contraption with a subtle click.

“alright,” y/n grinned, voice warm like honey but sharp like a razor. “you first.”

her words caused the man’s mouth to curl. no exactly into a smile, but more into something of a warning, as if he body language was asking if she was sure. leaning in closer, bo’s hand gripped the back of her seat and for a second, y/n thought he might kiss her right then and there.

but bo was a man of games. he liked challenges.

and y/n was a woman of competitiveness. she was determined to beat him.

without a word, bo shifted in his seat, grabbed onto the back of it, before climbing over the large cushion with one big leap. the old leather creaked under his weight as he landed in the back like it was just another job.

casual. calm. dangerous.

y/n shifted her body towards bo who was already looking back at her with one eyebrow raised. “you comin’, or you just gon watch me move?”

without a word and with the help of bo, she climbed over. her knees scraped the leather and her body grazed his as she settled into the cramped backseat. it smelled like smoke, sweat, and leather. it smelled like him.

bo watched you get comfortable: watched the way your dress rode up your thighs, and the way you planted yourself across from him like you belonged there.

“don’t think i ain’t notice the way you been looking at me,” you said, voice low, pressing your back against the door.

bod shifted, leaning in, hands planted on either side of you. “and what way is that darlin’?”

“like you’re hungry. like you been starving.”

“maybe i am.”

“then what the hell are you waiting for?”

his eyes flicked over her face, down her throat, and all the way to her. her chest rose and fell as if she was trying not to breathe too deep. trying not to show just how needy she really was.

“i was waitin’,” he said, “for you to stop frontin’ like you weren’t dying for this too.”

then, he closed the distance.

bo’s mouth crashed into y/n’s like a man making up for lost time. there was no hesitation, no soft start. just teeth, tongue, and the rough drag of stubble against her chin. she opened for him instantly—because although y/n would never be one to admit it, she had been “frontin’”. however, she couldn’t fake it much longer the second he looked at her.

one hand gripped her jaw while the other slid down her side, over her hip, before stopping at the base of her thigh. his fingers splayed across her cheek in an attempt to ground himself. in one swift motion, bo pulled y/n across the seat until she sat straddling his lap.

a sharp gasp slipped past the young woman’s lips as bo’s cold hands continued to explore her body. the hem of her dress bunched over her hips as bo’s hands found her sweet spot, eliciting another soft sound from y/n.

“mhm,” the man muttered against her throat, “knew you’d be soft right here.”

y/n’s hips involuntarily jerked as her pussy clenched around nothing. bo’s eyebrows scrunched, head fell back, and lips curled back against his teeth at the feeling of the friction between the two of them. the movement was suddenly, unexpected, yet it ignited a sense of pleasure from the both of them. rocking against him again, y/n watched the way his face contorted from the friction. she moved slowly. teasingly.

“you keep grindin’ on me like that, sweetheart, i’m gonna forget to be nice,” bo groaned, deep and low.

“i never ask you to be nice.”

that made something within bo snap.

in one swift, practiced motion, bo pulled y/n’s panties to the side before dragging his ring and middle fingers in and out his mouth. his soft, wet fingertips parted her lips like the red sea before collecting the woman’s arousal. he gazed onto y/n’s pussy as if he’d been thinking about it for weeks. maybe he had. maybe it was the entire reason behind the road trip. whatever the motivation was, it no longer mattered as bo’s fingers sunk into y/n.

gasping, her fingers dug into his shoulders as his fingers curled inside of her. bo worked y/n open with slow, filthy precision. his thumb circled her clit in a successful attempt to elicit beauty, yet filthy sounds from the young woman.

“fuck,” he breathed, “you this wet for me already?”

yet y/n didn’t answer. she couldn’t. her brain short circuited the second he curled his fingers just right and applied pressure on her clit using his thumb. the only thing y/n could focus on doing was jerking her hips jerked forward in an attempt to chase her high.

grinning, bo gazed at the way his fingers slid in and out of y/n. the sounds themselves were loud and obscene, and the sight was even better. his eyes shifted from her pussy to her face, watching in awe at the way it fell back in pleasure. bo couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of no response coming from y/n. unless—of course—he counted her moans as one.

pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth, he sucked and swirled them clean until the only thing left was his saliva. the sound of leather sliding through metal filled y/n ears as bo undid his belt with one hand as the other held onto her. the zip of his zipper evoked butterflies inside the young woman. or maybe it was just her hormones.

“you want it rough or respectful?” bo asked, even though his voice indicated he already knew the answer.

y/n slid her hand down between her chest and ti her stomach before wrapping itself around bo’s hand. her eyes locked with his as she guided him back to her vagina. the feeling of her underwear digging into her side kept the young woman grounded as her heartbeat skyrocketed with every second that passed.

“surprise me,” she muttered with a smile on her face.

adorning a smirk of his own, bo swiftly aligned his hips with y/n’s before carefully sinking the woman down onto him. the stretch made her head fall forward onto his shoulder, and the feeling of her clenching around him made bo curse under his breath. one arm wrapped around his waist to hold y/n steady as the other crept up her dress and towards her breast.

his thrusts were hard, deep, and filling. the car rocked, and if the top wasn’t down, the windows would’ve fogged up too. every moan the young woman tried to swallow was dragged out by the way bo kept hitting her spot over and over with perfect merciless rhythm. not that y/n had to hide her moans. the only signs of life around the two were the birds flying in the air and the animals rustling through the trees.

“you look so fuckin’ sexy ridin’ me like this,” he growled into her neck, hand slidding down and gripping her ass like he owned it.

for all intents and purposes, he did.

“look at you—dripping on my dick like you were made for it.”

digging her freshly manicured nails into his shoulder, y/n grunted as her hips began to chase her orgasm. “shut up and make me come.”

at the sound of her demand, a switch flipped within the man. wrapping his free hand carefully around the woman’s braids, bo pulled y/n back to make her look him in the eye.

“say please.”

her teeth ground together as the young woman fought off an eye roll. her pride was telling her to be defiant. to simply tell him to shut it. however, the feeling of pleasure running through her overrode her pride as the words slipped past her lips with a faint whimper. “please.”

and just like that, bo drove into y/n harder. faster. the car was full-on rocking now—suspension groaning and tires squealing. sweat dripped down her spine as dusk began to settle in. her thighs trembled as the burning feeling within them starting to spread. the coil in your her wound tight, tighter, and even tighter until—

y/n eventually broke.

y/n came with bo’s name falling from her mouth, body shaking as he held and led her through her orgasm. bo didn’t let up. he didn’t slow down. instead, he chased his own release like a madman, slamming into y/n until he spilled inside with a deep groan. his fingers dug into her soft sides as if he didn’t want to let go.

everything began to slow down as the world went quiet. the birds ceased their chirping, the wind stopped its howling, and the trees halted their rustling. the only thing that could be heard between the pair was their heaving breathing and soft moans. leaning back, bo’s eyes began dark and unreadable as he stared up at the woman sat on his lap.

“next time,” he said, breath still rough, “we do this with more space. maybe a damn bed.”

y/n flashed a breathless smirk before responding.

“where’s the fun in that?”

a laugh escaped the pair's lips as bo slowly slipped out of y/n, in turn causing the mix of his and her cum to drip down her leg. however, this didn’t cause the young woman to move. instead, she stayed straddled over him as the both of their breathing grew heavier. sticky with sweat and the kind of satisfaction that didn’t wear off easy, the two sat in silence and afterglow as the summer night air flowed past them.

bo didn’t say a word. he simply ran his hand down her back, lazy and slow, like he was grounding himself. his other hand came up to push a dangling braid away from her forehead. the way he touched y/n—tender, soft, careful—didn’t match the man who’d just wrecked her less than five minutes ago.

resting her forehead against his, neither y/n nor bo dared to move. at least not right away. neither of you made a joke, something that surprised y/n the most. bo wasn’t his usual, cocky self: smirking, slick, confident. no. instead, bo was quiet. taking his sweet time to soak up the moment.

after a quiet moment, y/n slightly pulled back in order to meet bo’s eyes. “that’s what you've been holding in this whole time?”

bo let out a soft breath that was almost a laugh. “that’s not even half of it.”

“cocky,” the woman muttered as she rolled her eyes.

“i’d argue confident.”

rolling her eyes once more, y/n slid off his lap. catching her by the waist, bo helped the young woman settle into the seat next to him. as if matching each other’s motions, y/n adjusted her dress as bo zipped up his jeans. neither of them looked away from each other for too long as nature began to sing around them.

reaching into the front seat, bo fished around for the flask she’d tossed to him. grabbing it, he offered a sip to y/n first. even though the alcohol was cheap, even though the alcohol burned, y/n took a large swig of the flask for the second time. her eyes fluttered, eyebrows furrowed, and lips scrunched as the hard, cheap liquor coated her throat. even though it tasted like gas, y/n needed strong something to feel.

“still tastes like shit,” she grimaced.

“still better than nothing.”

leaning her back against the door of the back passenger seat, y/n sat catching her breath from the burn in her throat. “so what now?”

bo lit another cigarette, took a long drag, then passed it to y/n. “we drive. same as always.”

down the same road. facing the danger. yet, something felt different now. like some invisible line had been crossed, and neither of them were in a rush to go back. even though y/n didn’t say that out loud, bo could feel it. feel the tension between them rising. yet, instead of saying anything, bo simply took another hit off the cigarette as the woman beside him passed it back.

after a best of silence, bo slid back into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirror as if the two of them didn’t just have sex in the back seat. following his lead, y/n slid into the passenger side. neither of them said anything at first as y/n fixed her underwear and bo fixed his jeans. the silence wasn’t necessarily awkward—it was loaded. heavy with everything that had just happened and everything still unspoken.

the low, loud rumble filled the air again, as bo cranked the engine on. a sound once annoying to y/n was now grounding and familiar. reaching over as if it was nothing, he rested his hand on y/n’s thigh, as he slowly backed out of the lookout spot. as if it hadn’t changed everything.

glancing down at his hand then out the window, y/n’s hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to hide her small, ever growing smirk.

“we gonna act like that didn’t happen?”

bo grinned, eyes never leaving the road. “would you like me to pull over again?”

y/n didn’t answer, but the smirk that peaked through her hand said enough. bo continued to drive into the night and this time, the space between the two wasn’t empty. it was tense. dangerous. intimate.

and it was just the beginning.

ᴠ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴘʟs ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪsᴛ! ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇs, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs, ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ғᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ 🫶🏾💗

#bo chow x black reader #bo chow x reader

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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heavy on it!!! i love it here hahaa

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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i'm so tender on you - stack m. x fem!reader

word count: 8k

warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, slight mentions of cheating, slight toxic dynamics, slight mentions of drugs, set in the 90s, light mary slander (lmaoo)

author's note: ahahaa i had a lot of fun writing this ya'll omg, this one is pretty long i just couldn't help myself!! thanks for reading ya'll much appreciated <3

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Mary.

You were heart broken, blowing up his pager in hopes to get some sort of answers from him - but he ignored you like the plague. Which meant you two were done.

"Who all gone be there?" You asked Pearline, careful hands slowly painted your big toe with cherry nail polish.

"Everybody, that's why you should come - it'll be fun!" She replied, you could tell she was hiding something from you.

"Who is everybody?"

A pause lingered onto the conversation, which earned an eye roll from you.

Of course...He'd be there.

But Stack?

"I'm not goin', sorry sis. You have fun, though." You said cutting through the tension between you and Pearline - which made her sigh in annoyance.

"You not even gonna see him, I doubt he'd be there."

If you saw one twin, the other was close by.

"Please, please come with me! I know you're still raw about it--"

Cons: Elias "Stack" Moore.

"Ah! Of course! I'll come over at three - I need you to fix my hair; this girl I went to fucked me up."

"I told you! You should've just waited for me to do it."

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"I didn't think you was coming." Sammie chuckled out as his arm wrapped around Pearline's shoulders, lovingly leaning his weight slightly on her smaller frame.

"I wasn't - but your lil' girlfriend forced me." You jested back, which made Pearline dramatically gasp, her hand playfully slapping the warm skin on your arm.

"Water, beer, soda, or juice?" Sammie asked.

"Water, please." Pearline spoke as she rubbed Sammie's back, her giddy smile never fading.

"And I'm guessing that's the same for bud, too?" You asked with crossed arms, and Sammie nodded.

But you knew there was some truth to within his joke. You're a pretty girl - and most of these men at the party were thirsty just to be in your presence.

"Mhm, don't worry about it." She replied.

"Whatssup," Smoke said as a sliver of a smile danced on his lips. He gave you a side hug, squeezing your shoulder slightly before letting go of you. "How you been?"

"Somethin' like that." He muttered as his brown eyes flicked towards the crowd quickly, making sure that people wouldn't get too rowdy in his backyard.

"Mhm, still tightlipped as ever," you sighed, resting your hands on your hips. "Sammie told me to talk to you about getting some liquor - ya'll got tequila?"

"Light or dark?"

"Inside, pass the kitchen, turn on your left. Should see a cabinet with what you lookin for." Smoke quickly replied, his deep southern accent cutting through the loud bass of the music playing.

"Thanks, Smoke."

"Don't let nobody know where you got it from and keep them outta my house. Bad enough these folks trashin' my backyard."

Today was a good day, you loved being around such good vibrations.

Annie had definitely been here prior.

Stack.

He looked good.

With a bitter chuckle to yourself, you turned on your heel and made your way back towards the party.

This night will interesting to say the least.

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They were cute together, like lovesick school kids.

Almost.

Your eyes noticed the backdoor sliding open and there he was in all of his glory.

Stack.

It still did.

But that wasn't him, he never gave up.

She stood up from the chair, her hands resting on her hips as she spoke: "Uh, uh. Not tonight, boy."

Your eyes refuse to even look at him.

Stack's intense gaze pulled away from you and landed on Slim who slammed down a playing card on the plastic table. The older man was complaining about the new age music that was popular today.

"Slim, whatssup with you, unc?" Stack called out, which made Slim's face lit up. They both dapped each other up as the older man reclaimed his seat.

He finally realized that you were hurt and that this wasn't a game anymore.

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A knock cut through your cries as your head throb with an ache, inhaling the sharp cold bathroom air your fingers wiped away the smeared makeup on your face due to the tears.

But it wasn't Pearline your eyes were meet with.

It was Stack.

"Hey, I didn't come in here to hurt you I just--"

"I'm a coward," Stack mumbled. "I-I just didn't know how to be with you and still become the man I wanted to be."

The air between you two were thicker now, more intense, and you couldn't take your eyes off of Stack.

You didn't want to.

"I never stopped thinkin' about you," he whispered low. "Even when I tried to, you were always on my mind when I left, I damn near felt lost without you."

"Then why you actin' like I never meant anything to you?"

"Because if I admit to myself just how much you mean to me; then I woulda had to realize that I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me too..."

A tight lump formed in your throat at his words, you wanted to scream in his face, to push him out the bathroom and tell him to leave you alone - forever.

But you didn't.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you, Stack."

"I know, baby. But lemme show you how much I missed you."

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All you wore now was your tube top, cotton panties with a small bow at the waistband, and white cotton socks. He reached for your shirt but you swatted his hands away from the thin fabric.

"A couple of weeks after you left; I wanted somethin' different."

And you loved it.

But his hands weren't yours and those women weren't you.

You sure you'll have bruises later.

And so you were.

"Damn, baby. W-Where you want it?"

"Inside me, baby."

"Good shit, baby." He smiled which made you roll your eyes, turning your head to look away from him, trying your best to kind the lopsided smile that clung onto your lips.

"You're so annoy--" but before you could finish your statement a sharp knock was heard on the door, the handle violently jiggling between each knock.

"Okay, but don't mess this up..."

#sinners fanfiction #black reader #stack moore x reader #stack x reader #stack smut #stack x black reader #stack x reader smut #stack moore smut #stack x oc

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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Would you consider making Juna a series?? The fic and the plot building was amazing!

omgg first i wanna say thank you sm for reading!! second i wanted to make it a one-shot but since i had a lot of fun writing it i might make a second part in the future!! ya'll really fucking with it, huh? lolll that makes me happy - makes me smile :)

it'll be a little while tho for a second part since i have a stack fic in the works (and the remmick trilogy fics in the works too) <3

#bo chow x reader #sinners fanfiction

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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august night (chapter II) - remmick x fem!reader

chapter I - chapter II - chapter III

summary: after your night spent with remmick; the relationship with your husband shriveled up and died like a wilting flower in the summer heat. having no where else to turn to and your prayers being left unanswered, you decided to let remmick turn you, becoming a vampire yourself. many years with remmick passed and each year he becomes more bloodthirsty - more passionate about community. With vampires hunters chasing you down, you have no choice but to be on the run. But being on the road with your lover could create a rift between the two of you...

word count: 7k

warnings: smut, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected sex, hive mind, slight undertones of mind control, toxic relationship dynamics, power imbalances, subtle cult undertones, slight mentions of drugs, non-canonical setting, set in the the 1960s, mentions of murder, violence towards the end.

author's note: here's part two!! i had a looot of fun writing this, like omg!! i also learned how to add images with fics - honestly i love it, it gives the vibes i'm trying to convey. thank you for reading and for the support <3

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Golden rays from the sun crept through the stained and spotty lace curtains that hung in front of the window which fogged with steam. The air within the washroom was thick and heavy with the scent of lavender - the floral smell becoming stronger by the minute due to heat that was trapped inside of the room.

Cold hands roamed over your tense shoulders from the shadows, a rough washcloth pressing into your skin as nimble fingers massage your tense muscles. You sat in the porcelain tub with your legs close to your naked chest; your arms hugging around them tightly. The heat from the water nipped at your skin - slightly burning. But the intense warmth calmed your racing nerves. Remmick reached over your shoulder, dipping the cloth into the soapy water as he continued to bathe you.

Two nights ago your husband finally came home from wherever he had been, stress rolling off of his body as he paced around the living room with heavy footsteps. You watched him as he mumbled scriptures to himself in an attempt to calm his fried nerves. You told him to take a breath - to calm down - but that only agitated him more, causing you both to enter a screaming match with each other. Secrets he had kept hidden away from you spilled out of his mouth like a running faucet; he told you everything.

He was leaving you, high and dry for a woman who he barely knew all because she was having his child. His first child, that you refused to give him - he claimed. He didn't love her, of course. But to keep up with appearances, he was going to ask for her hand in marriage, kicking you to the curb like a guest that outstayed their welcome - kicking you out of your own home.

Remmick came to you last night, as if he heard your desperate plea for his company. He stayed with you, listing to your cries about the man that broke you down for years. You were fed up, you were tired, and you were done praying. And Remmick knew this; because he was here to release you from this heartache.

To give you salivation. To save you from yourself.

"I'll make sure you feel good, pretty girl. I'll make it so you'll feel nothin' but happiness - nothin' but joy. No more hurtin', no more cryin', no more pain. Only love. Forever." He whispered, pressing the warm towel against your back. You leaned into his touch as your racing mind eased at his sickly sweet words.

"Will it hurt?" You asked in a hushed tone which earned a chuckle from the vampire.

"Only a little, I'm so sorry, sugar. This will be the first and last time I'll ever hurt you. I promise." Remmick answered, squeezing the wet rag within his hand - the warm water from the rough towel dripped onto your exposed shoulder. Trying his best to comfort you he lovingly stroked your hair, tucking thick strands that stuck to your face behind your ear. Your eyes gazed out at the window as you leaned into Remmick's cold touch. Reaching your hand out you watched the sliver of light dance on your skin, this will be the last time feeling the warmth of sunshine.

With a slight tilt of your head your eyes met with Remmick's, his brown irises now shined bright red and his fangs were ever so prominent. He sat on a wooden stool behind you, just out of reach from the sunlight that slipped through the dingy lace curtain.

"I love you." You whispered.

"I love you too." He replied.

"Promise you'll take care of me?" You asked.

"I promise." He reassured.

Pulling yourself closer towards him - your body now within the shadows - you lulled your head to the side exposing your neck to him. He placed a long and tender kiss on your warm skin and his arms wrapped around you, the water that clung onto your wet body soaked through his shirt - but he still held onto your naked frame tightly, as if you'll slip out of his grasp. His lips dragged against the thick artery that resided under the thin skin of your neck. You could feel him drooling on you and before you could even think about pulling away from his arms; changing your mind about being turned.

He bit down, draining the blood that course through the thick vein, and replacing it with the venom that clung to his teeth. Your mouth hung open as a low and guttural groan fell from your lips, you wanted to scream - but the pain was so unbearable that only silence followed. Your body instinctively thrashed against Remmick, trying to protect itself from his razer sharp maw. The sound of splashing water echoed through the room as Remmick held you down, pressing your body flush onto his.

The pain was no other, it felt like you're being shocked by surge of electricity, your body shaking intensely as his teeth sunk deeper, and your heart felt like it was going to explode. Thick and dark blood quickly oozed out of punctured wound on your neck, staining your skin as the thick ichor crawled over your breast - clouding the once clear bathwater into a murky red. Remmick continued to drink, your thrashing began to dissipate, your body giving up, and your once racing heart slowed at a dangerous speed. The pain that crashed into your body harshly soon turned into a dull feeling of euphoria; the same feeling you'd feel when stretching your body after a long day of work.

Is this what it feels like to die? Your eyes fluttered heavily, you were tired - sleepy even. And with one last sigh you closed your eyes shut, your body now ice cold to the touch, even when submerged in the hot bathwater.

"T-Thank you..." You choked out as your consciousness slipped into darkness, and your stiff body hanging limp in Remmick's arms as he pulled his mouth away from your battered neck.

August 5th, 1932 was the day you died. And that very same day; you were liberated.

You were 'saved'.

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August 13, 1968

The rhythmic sound of metal strings strumming reverberated within the large van that you and Remmick shared - a red Volkswagen with cream accents - and it was spacious enough for adequate living arraignments when needed. The widows were covered in thick forest green drapes, shielding the both of you from the blistering Mississippi sunshine. You, Remmick, and the 'family' were camping out on the outskirts of a nearby town - a perfect place for hiding in plain sight. The thick swamp that surrounded you created a shield for your tribe of fledgling vampires, not a soul would wonder out here unless invited.

Your family was on the run from vampire hunters that caught wind of your existence in the southern state; all thanks to Remmick's insatiable appetite. Over the many years you've spent together after he turned you; you've noticed his hunger for blood increased as each decade pass - it didn't help that the people you'd feasted on in this decade were filled with drugs like acid, weed, and shrooms.

He was addicted.

Often drinking from at least eight people a day; but on a 'good' day he'd drink from more - often gorging himself on blood until he got sick, which would make you and your family sick due to your minds and body connecting with his.

But you love him.

With trembling hands from the frequent sickness you'd experience at that moment; you would rub his tense back as Remmick would puke up the thick coagulated blood that sat in his stomach, whispering nothing but affirmations in his ear - you wondered if you truly meant to say those words yourself...

Remmick was the de facto leader of the group, guiding you and your family through the thick swamps and woods of the countryside. He was picky about who would join the flock, only turning those who's sole purpose was to benefit the cause.

Artist and free-thinkers only; the rest were nothing but food.

He was the only one who had the authority to turn someone and if he found out anyone within the family strayed away from his rules - biting a loved one and turning them without his permission - that person and their loved one would be hunted by the family and strapped down until the sun would burn their undead skin into ash, sending their souls to God knows where.

The other rules within the family was to always trust him and his word, it was mandatory to listen to his 'sermons' about equality, peace, brotherhood, and love. Condemning the outsiders that would never understand the community and bond that he cultivated for the family - he and he alone - would protect the family from whoever would cause them harm.

And your family lapped up his honey dipped words like starving dogs.

And so did you...

They would refer to him as 'Brother Remmick', often knocking on the door of the van in hopes of hearing his wise words of what they should do - asking what sort of song they should write, what color of paint they should use, what kind of dance move they should practice. But often times they'd be met with you, their 'Sister', as Remmick was in the middle of binging on his seventh body, getting drunk off of information and high on tainted blood.

Skillful fingers strummed away on the banjo - that old and ancient instrument. It was impressive how well he took care of it over the years, replacing the strings when needed, cleaning bloody finger prints off of the neck of the banjo, sometimes his brain would be too fried to remember to clean his hands after 'eating' and he would pluck away at the strings as melancholy lyrics fell from his crimson lips.

His appearance didn't change that much over the years; but his sense of fashion did. Swapping out his suspenders and button ups, he now wore blue jeans and an open long sleeve shirt with a white wife-beater underneath, his golden chain still hanging around his neck as it accentuated his collar bones and adam's apple. His hair was the same length as brown tresses slightly fell over his forehead and his face still sported light stubble.

Just like the day you first met him.

You looked vastly different though.

You use to wear long dresses that touched the floor, not showing any skin at all, and your natural hair always tied back. You didn't wear any accessories either - only the wedding ring that your ex-husband gave you. Now you've grown a sense of confidence in not only yourself; but in your body as well. You'd often wear sheer see-through paisley printed dresses that stopped above your knees, your underwear slightly visible through the thin fabric. You wore your hair down - the natural curls of your tresses frizzy from the humid heat.

You ditched the tarnished wedding ring your ex gave to you at the alter, pawning it off in the 40s for some cash. And in exchange Remmick gifted you a golden necklace - one that matched his. A symbolism of the bond you shared.

With a sigh Remmick quit his strumming and gazed at your figure that laid on the mattress, you were flipping through a magazine that you asked Remmick to buy you when he was in town to feed. Noticing the sudden lack of music your eyes looked back into his as his face twisted in pain.

You know that look.

"I'm starvin'." He mumbled as he rested his banjo beside him and his calloused hands rubbed his knees. Quickly he peeked under the blinds of the van looking out at his family who sang, painted, and danced away under the moonlight. All of them waiting for his appearance and soothing words.

They were getting restless, Remmick could hear it and feel their desire to see him within his mind. An intense anxiousness bubbled within his unbeating heart - he needed some blood to cool his nerves, he'd even drink from a sickly drunkard if needed.

"You just ate, baby..." You replied as you set the magazine down, your eyes watching him sit up from the wooden chair - he was pacing now and his breathing was heavy. "You're eatin' out way too much in this town...The hunters--"

"Fuck 'em! Fuck the hunters! I ate three hours ago - I need my fixin' now." He said in a desperate tone, cutting off your concerned plea. He could feel your mind wavering as each day pass, questioning him and his judgment. But that only made him fight against your bothered thoughts about him with fever, he knew that a part of you couldn't take it - fleeing deeper in the country side when the vampire hunters found your campsite, killing off members of your family with ease. You offered up the idea of moving the family out of Mississippi completely, but he refused.

He was terrified about leaving this state - about starting over from scratch again. Violent memories flooded his mind each and every morning about his old home before fleeing to America, how he lost his closest loved ones either from the famine or brutal colonization. He didn't even want to leave Ireland in the first place - but he had no choice, it was out of his control.

And he hated that.

Mississippi was his home now and he'll be damned if these so called 'vampire hunters' would scare him off. He was comfortable here - he had control over his life again after many, many years of aimlessly wandering the earth. You should be happy that he had some sense of power; even if he lacked self-restraint at least he was free.

You should be elated - you should be...

But you weren't and it pained him.

"You love me, right, pretty girl? Say that you do..." He mumbled as his dark eyes that you adored blinked pitifully, using the nickname that he gave you all those years ago. He use to solely call you 'pretty girl' - sometimes 'lass' when he dropped the southern gentleman persona in exchange for his natural Irish twang, but that was when it was just you two behind closed doors. But recently he called you neither, only by your first name. The only moments when he would refer to you by those nicknames was when he needed something - softening you up before asking you to commit a grueling task he didn't want to do or if he was in the mood to fuck.

And it worked every time. It was like spell and when he would sing out those nicknames you would follow his every command blindly. The names that were once so sweet, once so genuine, once so pure was now a tool to get you to comply and obey.

"Oh, Remmi," You sighed out as he dropped to his knees, his strong arms wrapping around your waist while his cheek rested on your abdomen. Your hands raced through his hair, scratching his scalp as he leaned into your touch. "I'll always love you; 'til the day I ain't here no more."

"Promise, pretty girl?"

"I promise..."

A pause hanged in the air and he whimpered out a moan that tugged relentlessly on your heartstrings. You held onto him closer, looking down at the man that clung onto you as if he was a lost child. It was pathetic truly. The man that you met thirty years ago that oozed with confidence and pride begged like a baby when he didn't get his way, and you wondered if he'd always been like this - but half of you had hope this was just a phase and he'll be back to his old self.

You needed to get him out of Mississippi, even if he wouldn't relent.

For his sake.

"I'm so hungry, baby." Was all he said against your clothed torso and you got the hint.

"I'll be back..." You mumbled.

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Squelching sounds of thick blood dripping onto the floor of the van echoed, your eyes watching Remmick eat - draining the lifeforce out of a man that you lured back into the camp. Your fledglings wanted to indulge on the man's body as well; begging you within your mind to have at least one taste, but you reprimanded them that this meal was for Remmick and Remmick only.

They'll have their fix in the next town over.

Minds were still reeling from the pious words that Remmick preached to the family and their cold blooded bodies sore from dancing with so much vigor - they needed him more. They adored the way he spoke, the way he sang, the way he reassured them; guiding them through the dark and showing them the 'light' that only your kind had.

It was an honor to be turned by Remmick and assimilate within the webs of his mind - for the greater good.

They sung out his name as if it was a holy hymn, begging and pleading with the elder vampire to come back outside and grace them with his leadership - but you knew that he was spent, he was tired and once he's tired he gets agitated easily - the only cure to his sour mood is to drown it away with warm blood.

Ichor and blood clots clung onto Remmick's cold skin, the bright crimson clashed against his pale complexion as he drank away from the body. You felt bad that this would be the outcome of this stranger's life - becoming just a snack for a vampire - not even a meal that'll fill him up. Pulling his lips away from the man's neck Remmick's teeth were razer sharp and pointed.

Each and every time he would binge on blood the more monstruous his vampiric appearance would look. Long nails that would grow and turn black as night, the skin on his face cracking and stretching over bone, and the muscles underneath his skin would convulse as if his body tried it's best to keep up with his excess appetite.

"Mhm." Rimmick groaned as he released the man out of his arms, making the stranger crumple towards the ground lifelessly. His vampiric features slowly melted away - returning back to his natural appearance that you prefer but his eyes remained a ruby red color and his poisonous sharp teeth grazed the raw skin of his fingers, licking the bloodstained digits slowly, savoring the rich gore that oozed out of the man's neck.

"I'm feelin' good...Real good. Thank you for takin' care of me, baby. You always know what I need."

"Always, you know I won't steer you wrong," you replied as your eyes followed Remmick's sporadic movements. Resting your chin on your knee your mind wondered if now was the right time to bring up the idea of moving camp - moving out of Mississippi, but there was never a right time to talk about it. Remmick swore to protect you - but it was also your duty to protect him even when he felt like he didn't need it.

"Remmi...We gotta get out of here, it ain't safe any--"

"Ah, shit! This again?! Please, please don't ruin my mood with nonsense, darlin'. You know I hate it when you do that..." He cut you off and his hand lazily shooed you away as if by doing this action would shut down the conversation, it would have in the past - but right now he needed to hear this.

"Nonsense? Remmick, when I was in town getting that sorry bastard for you to feed on I over heard them townsfolk talkin' about 'monsters' in the woods - how people go missing in the dead of night; they're catchin' on and when people catch on they show up." You said, the words flowing out of your mouth with desperation. Leaning up from the mattress you crawled towards him - in an attempt to touch him - but he moved himself away from you as if you were a stranger.

As if all those years spent together was nothing.

"Let them show up I don't give a damn anymore!" Remmick blurted out and his bright red eyes leered at you with challenge, even when you both would argue in the past he wouldn't dare look at you with malice; but now it was as if the pressure of supporting the family, his growing bloodlust, and your relationship was starting to weigh on him - turning him into a selfish monster.

"Remmi, you don't mean that..." You whispered. He was probably just exhausted from the intense feelings that plagued his mind and the words he spoke were just a result of his fatigue and not what he truly felt - that's what you hoped it was.

"Oh, but I do. I'm tired of runnin', I'm tired of hidin'. You might be fond of dropping everythin' and givin' up when things get hard - but I ain't doing it anymore! I've done it too much, they're just gonna have to kill me - I ain't goin' anywhere!"

"So that's it, huh? You're just gonna waste away gettin' sick off blood until they find you - until they torture and kill you?" You cried out as you reached for his touch again, this time he didn't pull away, but he didn't lean into your palms like he'd always do. He just sat there stock still and his eyes refuse to look into yours - he was stonewalling you, and it stung worse than being caught in the sunlight.

"W-What about me? You promise you'd take care of me, and now you're talkin' about throwin' it all away. Remmi, I know you're afraid--"

"I ain't afraid, never was - never will be..." He muttered, but you knew he was lying, you could feel the fear spill off of him, crashing into you like a tidal wave. His calloused blood soaked hand he held onto your jaw with a vice grip, you knew if you were still human the grip he had on your face would've shattered your bones. Your tearful eyes stared deeply into his vacant irises as he spoke.

"You think you know me? You don't have a goddamn clue, darlin'. How could you possibly understand the hell I'm livin' in, how much death I've seen, how many people I killed? My family - not this make believe group that claim to love me - my actual family died by the hands of people who thought they knew better!" Remmick shouted as he pulled you closer towards his face; bloody lips ghosted above yours and feral eyes peered back into your soft gaze.

"You don't know a damn thing and you never will. You're just some preacher's wife that got bored with herself and decided to fuck a vampire." He whispered into your open mouth and when he finished getting his point across he pushed you away as if you were invading his personal space. You shook your head in disgust, you couldn't believe that the man you're in love with - that you were so devoted to could say such cruel things about you with ease.

"...You're an asshole, Remmick. A pathetic fool, it's a damn shame that it took you killin' me to realize that." You bitterly chuckled as you steadied yourself onto your knees, grabbing the brown coat you'd always wear when leaving the van you shared with the vampire.

"All that shit that you're sayin' about not understanding you...It's bullshit, Remmick, and you know it is. Actin' as if I don't know what it feels like to see my own family persecuted and treated less than - as if I haven't experienced my own loved ones being murdered by people who think they're God's gift to humanity, knowin' damn well they ain't nothin' but terrors," you muttered out, shrugging on the leather jacket you pulled yourself off the ground, not giving Remmick a single look as you waltz towards the door. "How could you say such things to me?"

"Where you goin'?" he asked, but you didn't reply.

"I said: where you goin'?"

"I'm leavin'! I ain't staying here to get berated by you. If you have a death wish; that's fine by me but you ain't draggin' me down with you - not anymore." You seethed out. It was your turn to glare at him and with a snarl of your lips you reached for the door, but before you could grab onto the handle Remmick pulled you away from the exit by your shoulder, forcing you to turn and face him.

"You ain't goin' no where." He demanded as he pulled you close against his blood soaked chest, the red crimson now smearing on the sheer dress you wore. You turned your head to look away from him - but with rough hands he forced your gaze to land on him - his hand resting on your jaw again.

"Remmick, let go of me!" You pleaded, fighting against his strong arms as he held you in place.

"You think leavin' me is that easy? T-That I'll let you just walk away after the shit we've been through, the moments we shared?!" He asked in a harsh tone that sent shivers down your spine, you couldn't believe it - just a second ago it seemed like he could care less about your presence; that you were nothing but a stranger - but now here he was trying to force you to stay with him.

Your 'relationship' was sickly comical at this point.

"Let me go!" You shouted and your fists tried and failed to push him off of you. He shook his head and the look of confusion warped his handsome features; as if you'd said something so offensive.

"You're not leavin' me. I won't allow that!" He muttered and the sting of his arms wrapping tightly around your torso made you snap. Without thinking you laid a hard, open palm smack against his cheek which made him instinctively let go of you.

Your body was shaking like a leaf in the wind as the sound of Remmick groans echoed through you. Never in your life would you have dreamed of slapping Remmick - but it happened and the sensation of guilt tugged at your undead heart. Before you could whisper out a meek apology, Remmick's groans turned into whimpers as he fell to his knees.

"Oh, god...What am I doin'? What's wrong with me?" He asked to himself, his once controlling power trip crumbled away like ashes in the wind and the emotions of shame came rushing in with force. He was snapped back into the harsh reality that he desperately tried to avoid - desperately tried to ignore. The overwhelming feelings of isolation and loss that he suppressed for centuries overflowed from him and his hunched shoulders began to shake.

He was crying.

Dropping towards the floor you pulled Remmick closer towards you, his head resting in the crook of your neck while your hands rubbed small circles on his back. His body shook violently as his cries muffled on the skin of your neck.

"I'm sorry, baby." You whispered with a loving hand stroking his dark hair, the small curls coiling between your fingers as you scratched his scalp in an attempt to ease his cries. It pained you to see him get this way - how far he strayed, it made you wonder how long he kept his true feelings hidden away from you.

"I'm sorry, fuck! I'm so damn sorry...I'll do better - I'll be better, it's just...I'm so alone, I feel like I'm trapped here; like I can't breathe - I'm drownin', baby. I've been fightin' for so damn long and for what? Seein' the world just move on, leavin' me behind in the dust?" He whimpered out. His strong arms clung onto your frame for dear life, as if saying these words would make you realize just how lost and broken he is. That you'd come to your senses and cut your loses - leaving him behind for bigger and better things.

Something more stable.

"Remmi, I think you've out grown this place - we've out grown this place. Come with me, let's start over, you won't ever have to be alone again," you said with a breathy sigh, and with gentle hands you held his face - as if he was made out of porcelain that could shatter under your touch. "You're my family - you're all I got. Didn't we promise each other we'd be together forever?"

Remmick rested his forehead on yours, nodding in agreement with the words you said.

"You're the best thing that happened to me, pretty girl. If I lose you I don't know what I'll do." He mumbled and the southern facade washed away and his natural Irish accent cut through the tension between you two. For the first time in years since turning you he called you by your nickname without the expectation of getting something out of you.

It was genuine, it was soft, it was full of love.

Just like all those years ago.

You gazed into his dark eyes, those once burning red irises were now a muted brown. Your Remmi was back - if only for a short time. Placing a soft kiss on his lips you cupped his bloody face in your hand, your thumb tracing shapes on his cold skin. The taste of metallic blood filled your mouth - urging you to deepen the kiss. Both of your tongues danced with each other in sync and his sharp canines bumped into yours, he wanted to taste you; no he needed to taste you. Blood that coved his mouth now smeared onto your lips and your hands gently pushed him onto his back - your lips not pulling away from each other.

With strong legs you straddled his waist, your body pressing flush against his; pinning the vampire against the floor with your heaving chest. Remmick pulled at your jacket that hung over your shoulders, removing the leather off of your body - tossing it to the side as if it was never meant to be worn. You grinded your aching core against his clothed bulge that rested in his jeans, your panties already soaking with anticipation - with desire.

"Lemme show you how much you mean to me, Remmi." You moaned out in his mouth which earned an eager groan of acknowledgment from him. His cold and powerful hands held onto your waist, moving your hips, grinding your wet sex against his stiffing member, he wanted to be inside of you badly - to be as close as he can with you. It was teetering on the bordar of need rather than yearning.

You were his missing piece - his second half that he didn't realize that he missed. He was mentally kicking himself at the idea of mistreating you; he was too comfortable with you always being by his side that he forgot you're not like the members of your makeshift family.

And you're not like him.

You were strong enough to leave; you were strong enough to move on from the pain. And he loved that about you, yet half of him envied it. He had hoped he'd gain that self-assured mentality when he bit you.

But he didn't.

That was a characteristic trait that couldn't be duplicated - not even with the strongest of hive minds.

Pulling away from his lips your eyes peered into his, as if you were trying to read his scattered mind. You knew him better than he knew himself - you knew what he truly needed. Your kisses trialed over his cheek, jaw, neck, and bloodied chest - stopping at his toned abdomen. Drool slipped out of the side of your open mouth as your knowing hands unbuckled the belt that held his pants tightly around his hips, Remmick groaned under your touch as you slipped your hands in his pants, feeling his already hard cock strain against his boxers.

Squeezing your legs together to ease the unbearable ache within your core, you began to pump his dick in your hand - his precum creating a natural lubricant. His hips pathetically bucked in your hand and his face twisted in intense pleasure. Moans, whimpers, and promises of being a better man fell from his lips as your experienced hands worked over his throbbing cock. Your head rested on his muscular torso - your once natural irises flicked into a pale white color.

"Tell me how much you love me." You demanded as you watched his chest rise and fall heavily as if he'd been running for hours.

"I love you so much, pretty girl! Fuck! I love you more than life itself." He moaned as he fucked into the palm of your hand. The sound of his Irish twang made your pussy throb with each moan that escaped his lungs. With a free hand you slipped off his jeans and boxers, his lower half now nude. Your drooling mouth hovered over his throbbing cock, your cold breath brushing against his member made Remmick shiver in agonizing pleasure.

He needed you more than you needed him.

And he finally realized that.

With a slow, long lick your tongue ran from the base of his dick towards the tip, stopping at the hypersensitive skin. Wrapping your mouth around the tip - you sucked - hollowing your cheeks as your tongue swirled around head of his cock. Remmick's head whipped back and his eyes shut at the sensation of your mouth on his member. His calloused hand held your hair in a tight fist - making sure the strands of your hair wouldn't get in the way of your movements.

His sharp teeth that was covered in blood shined in the moonlight that crept through the windows, his mouth hanging slack as you took more of him inside of your mouth until his hard cock reached the back of your throat. The muscles underneath the pale skin of his abdomen twitched, and you ran a soothing touch on his abs. You continued your movements, bobbing your head up and down his member - tasting him on your tongue as his dick twitched in your mouth. The sounds of you sucking and licking him echoed off of the walls, encouraging you to keep going.

So you did.

He was close - you could tell.

Pulling your mouth away from his member that was soaked with your saliva you spoke: "You gonna come already? You didn't even fuck me yet..."

"Ugh, I-I'm tryin' to hold on, baby. You just feel...Too damn good." He replied with a breathy tone, his dark eyes staring into your pale vampiric irises - his own drool clinging to his lips and a mixture of spit and blood stained the skin of his neck and adam's apple. Pulling your hand away from his cold body he groaned out desperately as his body twitched under your frame.

Crawling towards his neck you bit his golden chain, pulling the jewelry between your sharp teeth - teasing him as he imagined that the necklace was his tongue. Sucking the blood that stuck to the chain you released the jewelry from your mouth, a mischievous smile danced across your swollen lips, and you placed a fevered kiss onto Remmick's open mouth - tasting himself on your tongue he pressed you closer by the back of your head. His teeth biting your lips and tongue, drawing the blood from your mouth.

Looking down Remmick's hands helped you move your cotton panties to the side, exposing your wet pussy against the icy skin of his lower torso. You moaned at the feeling of his skin against yours and your hands rested on his chest - gripping the white bloodstained wife beater in tight fists. Lifting you up slightly with strong forearms; Remmick positioned himself towards your entrance. Your breath hitched in your chest at the feeling of his thick cock entering you.

Lowering yourself onto him Remmick bit his lip at the feeling of your soft pussy wrapping around him, it felt like heaven - it felt like home.

Your hips rocked as you began to bounce on his dick, the sweet feeling of satisfaction of being filled by your lover raced through your body. Remmick's hands rested on your hips as he help you keep up a steady pace in fucking him. You threw your head back as your chest heaved heavily - moans of his named echoed through the van. Your nails dug into skin of his chest and he hissed in pain with a mixture of pleasure.

"I'll be better, baby. I'll be good..." Remmick whined as his hips bucked into you. With rough hands he held on your wrist, turning your open palm towards his face. The same palm that you would slice open to feed him during summer nights all those years ago. Kissing the raised scar that lingered on your hand. The feeling of his soft lips and tongue rubbing against the keloid scar was enough to put you over the edge. Your head flung forwards as his free hand held onto the back of your neck, a supportive thumb traced small shapes against your cold and undead skin.

"Come for me - use me, pretty girl." He muffled out against your hand and with shaking legs you came on his dick, his hips still rocking into your core as he chased after his own orgasm. The feeling of your underwear - now soaked with your juices - rubbed against his dick pleasantly. The soft fabric adding a slightly overbearing sensation with your wet pussy tightly gripping onto him with vigor. A long cry of your name; Remmick came soon after you - filling your spent pussy with his seed. You fell limp onto his chest and your head buried deep in the crook of his neck. With Remmick still sheathed inside of you he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body close to him.

"We'll leave tomorrow night," he mumbled into your hair and you closed your eyes at his words. "I'm ready to start livin' my life again."

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Your body laid stiff as cold sweats woke you from your 'sleep' and the muffled sounds of cars driving over dried dirt reverberated through the thick air within the van you rested in. All you wore was Remmick's button up denim shirt - and the sound of gun shots and screams made you jump up from the mattress, not bothering to dress yourself. Searing hot pain shot through your body as you shuffled through the dark, your eyes staring out of the dirty window.

Shock and fear coursed in your icy half naked body - they were here - they found you just as you predicted. But you couldn't have known they'd attack in the middle of the night. Vampire hunters quickly dispatched the members of your family; driving stakes through their cold hearts, setting fires to tents, baptizing them with putrid garlic water.

"Remmi!" You shouted as your eyes desperately looked around in the darkness and your hands reached towards the empty side of the bed. He wasn't there - in fact Remmick wasn't even in the shared van. Worry pricked at your chest and without thinking you opened the door of the Volkswagen; stumbling into chaos as the sight of vampire hunters and members of your family killing each other. With a shaky cry you shouted out Remmick's nickname again; you hoped that he wasn't within the frenzy of the fight - maybe he left before things got too bad?

Before you could scream out his name again; a painful grip on the back of your neck pulled you close and your body slammed against the man that held you by the throat like you were a rabid dog.

"You! I remember you - I saw you in town, luring a boy here into this...Slaughterhouse," the hunter spat bitterly within your ear and his fingernails dug deep within your skin. Normally you could've easily push a human off of you - but his hands were covered in garlic juice - rendering your strength. "Monster! Death is too good for you!"

"Let go of me!" You shouted as you fought against the harsh grasp of his hand, but that only earned a bitter chuckle from the vampire slayer. Your eyes flicked towards the wooden stake that he held in his grasp and you knew he was planning on ending you. Closing your eyes you shouted out a plea - but it was ignored.

Rising the wooden stake high above your heart, you awaited for the weapon to plunge into your chest.

But it didn't happen.

A sister within your family snuck behind the hunter, clinging onto his back like a leech and drank brutally from his neck - the grip on your body loosen and you pushed yourself out of the man's arms, landing on the hard earth beneath you. Your hands stung as small rocks pierced into your skin from pushing yourself off of the ground - something within your body told you to run - so you did.

Pushing pass the chaos and flames that erupted through the makeshift camp, your legs pumped your weight, making your way to the wooded tree line - away from the burning tents that you once called home. But before you could make it towards safety a loud bang cut through the screaming like a sharp knife and the burning sensation course through your spine.

You've been shot in the back.

"Shit!" You screamed and you began tumbling over yourself falling down a steep hill, rolling over sticks and jagged rocks until your body crashed into the murky swamp water that resided at the foot of the hill with a loud splash. The sour water filled your lungs and burned your open wounds - but you knew if you stayed here any longer the hunters would find you - dragging you out of the stale water and ending your undead life.

"Remmick!" You shouted as you swam to the shore with sore limbs.

No answer.

You scanned your brain that was connected to his, trying to see where he was - if he was safe.

Silence.

The denim shirt clung to your wet body, slimy water and thick moss stuck to your face and hair, pushing pass the trees and thick shrubbery; creating distance between you and the vampire hunters that stalked you down like prey, the moonlight shining a pathway for you as you stumbled through the woods. Anxiety enveloped your entire being as you continued to call out for Remmick - you've never been alone with your thoughts in decades and the cold realization of being isolated in the woods without your lover made you tremble with fear.

Is this what Remmick felt? Being tossed into the 'real' world without a guiding hand to help you - to be truly on your own.

"Please...Please, come back to me!" You begged, but your plea was met with frogs croaking and cicadas singing within the darkness.

Remmick was gone...And you were alone.

All alone.

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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i just posted mines!!!! ;)

Where tf is all the Bo chow x black reader fics? Like, what's going on? Y'all don't see how fine that man is?

#bo chow x black reader #bo chow

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bluudsucka · 3 months ago

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juna - bo chow x tomboy!reader

chapter I - chapter II

summary: you were never in touch with your feminine side, being raised by your father and older brothers you knew built a tough exterior. always opting for wearing male clothes and sporting a short haircut, but that was until you stopped at the new local convince store and met bo.

word count: 7k

warnings: smut, female reader, awkward/shy reader, slight mentions of race, loss of virginity, oral sex, noncanonical setting, unprotected sex, slight age gap (nothing too crazy reader is in her early twenties while bo is in his late 20s/early 30s), mentions of other characters

author's note: i had a lot of fun writing this! this is my longest fic i ever wrote so far, so thank you for reading and thank ya'll for the support! <3 (i was also listing to juna by clairo while writing bits of this haha)

“You make me wanna go dancin’, you make me wanna try on feminine, you make me wanna go buy a new dress, you make me wanna slip off a new dress...”

The blistering summer sun nipped harshly at your skin, sweat from the heat and a hard day's work clung onto your chest and forehead while driving your father's rusty car, you'd hope you could pick up a breeze to cool you down.

That of course didn't happen.

He sent you into town with a shopping list of materials your household needed - and seeing as your mother passed last year - it was your duty as a woman to go out and shop for the boys, as your father so 'eloquently' put it. His remarks about your gender bothered you seeing as you were responsible in the cooking and cleaning while also being responsible with manual labor on the farm too.

It was common to help your two older brothers fix run down and broken appliances such as rickety barn doors, leaky faucets, and wobbly banisters. Your hands were covered in cuts, scabs, and blisters from hammering away for hours. It didn't help that during those hours of work your brothers would tease you about not being 'girly' enough, jesting that you were more of a man than them both combined. It also didn't help that your family's budget was tight, meaning you had no choice but to wear their hand-me-downs.

With a tired sigh you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, finally entering the town. The dusty and bustling streets was lively today despite the cruel heat wave that clung on the Mississippi air, breathing in the hot oxygen was like swallowing thick molasses.

Parking the beat-up blue car, you adjusted the dingy green bandana that rested on the temples of your forehead, soft and short curls wrapping around the fabric. You tried your best to style it more feminine after your father cut way too short for your liking - but half of you still felt insecure about the hairstyle.

Your eyes would gaze upon the ebony beauties that would waltz around town with frilly hair pieces and intricate styles, their long, gorgeous dresses flowing in the wind as men would stop and stare - you would stare too. Sometimes you would daydream about being in a moving picture playing the leading lady that had a lover who would do anything for you; give you flowers, love, and affection. The kind of guy who wouldn't be embarrassed about being tender on you.

Slamming the car door after jumping out the sizzling leather seat of the car, your rough hands dug into the front pocket of your oversized denim overalls. Your eyes scanning the chicken scratch of a list your father wrote on stained paper, passing through the crowd, trying your best not to bump into anyone.

nails (three 100 pack)

gun oil

chiken chicken feed

red paint

game meat

horse fed feed

fox repellaint repellent

Walking towards the general store you normally shopped for your items; you noticed something strange; it had completely changed since you last stopped by. The store was bigger - more cleanly. Items within the store wouldn't be organized, as medicine would often be found next to the rat traps, but now just by gazing around the store everything was neatly placed in spots that...Made sense.

You also noticed a man that you hadn't seen before, he was hunched over stacking cans of peas next to the tidy stack of caned carrots. Before any words could slip out of your lips he turned to face you, as if he could feel your eyes staring at the back of his head.

He was handsome, strikingly so.

His jet-black hair was neatly styled, and his lips held a light welcoming smile. He wore a crisp white button up with an onyx-colored vest on top, protecting the white shirt from the grime and dust. Rubbing his hands on his grey pants he lifted from the ground, rolling his shoulders and neck as he stood at his full height.

"Welcome. What can I help ya' with?" He asked, a low southern drawl boomed from him, the sound of his voice made you jump. You didn't expect him to have such a sultry voice. Your warm skin on your cheeks began to tingle as your eyes quickly darted towards your muddy shoes.

"U-Um, I'm just shoppin', sir. Thank you!" You rushed out, stumbling over your words as if you just learned how to talk an hour ago. His lips stretched into a kind and toothy smile, and he nodded his head, dark eyes not breaking contact with your frame.

"Well, if you need somethin', lemme know."

And with that he turned onto his heel and continued to work, you quickly scanned around the store looking for everything that you needed on the list. You wanted to leave the store as soon as possible, not because of the handsome man's actions - but because you felt as if you looked...Terrible.

Your undershirt was a stained long sleeve, a once white fabric now faded into a dingy tan color due to dirt, sweat, and age. The shirt hung off your shoulders, it was your older brother's before it was handed down to you, the piece of clothing was basically swallowing your feminine frame. The muddy overalls that you sported was from your other brother, the second oldest, and it was big on you too.

Wearing these clothes strangers would sometimes mistake you for a boy, which didn't bother you at all, but the thought of this attractive shopkeeper mistaking you for one sent a wave of anxiety through your body. Grabbing the gun oil, the multiple boxes of nails, and fox repellent your hands were already full.

You looked around for a basket to hold your items, but none were found. You stood in the middle of the store your face twisting in confusion as you looked around one more time just to make sure you didn't overlook the baskets to hold your stuff, and the man noticed this.

"Sorry, I just open this place up, last owner's baskets were full 'o holes. I had to toss 'em, won't get new ones till next week."

"O-Oh, it's fine."

"Here." he said as he strutted towards you, his arms stretching wide. Your eyes landed on his toned forearms, they looked strong and powerful, and you couldn't help but to gaze at the vein that pressed against his pale olive skin. Standing in front of you the stranger tilted his head in confusion, and you finally realized that he was signaling you to place the items into his arms.

With a strained and awkward chuckle, you blurted out an apology and gave the items to him.

"Don't worry, I'll place ya' things on the counter so you can shop around some more." He assured as his long legs strutted towards the register that rested on a mahogany table. He noticed you standing stock still as your fingers fidget between each other. Leaning on the wooden table with crossed arms he sent you another gorgeous smile your way.

"You new to town?" He asked, his voice was alluring and warm, you could hear him talk all day if you could.

"No, I live on the outskirts of town with my brothers and Pa, w-we got a farm..." You blurted out, the words rushed from your mouth like a running faucet, which made the man chuckle.

"Hm, and they just let a pretty girl like yourself go shopping alone?"

Your eyes widen like saucers and your already racing heart sped up even faster, it felt like you were moments away from a heart attack. You opened and closed your mouth in quick successions, as if you were a fish out of water.

You were.

You never heard a man refer to you as pretty. They called you strong, reliable, tough, hardworking - but never pretty. Noticing your anxiety rising he spoke again, this time more carefully.

"My name's Bo Chow, I'm from around these parts but I just open this store few weeks ago," He then paused as if scanning his thoughts to find the right words to say to not scare you off. "You said your family has a farm? Ya'll got chickens and such? I'm lookin' into finding a stable source for eggs, got an ice box comin' in later today and I wanna stock up."

"Oh, um. Yeah, we got chickens. Lots of 'em, mean bastards." You mumbled, spitting out a mild annoyance you had with the feathery animals, one of them bit you on the thumb this morning.

Bo blurted out a laugh from your comment, his chuckles crashing into you like a wave, and it made you smile. With fidgeting fingers, you told him your name, which he repeated three times, each time breathier than the last. He told you that your name was beautiful - that it suited a beautiful girl like yourself.

Bo noticed that you were on the shy side, so he toned down his flirty advances towards you, but he still let it be known that he found you attractive. Slowly you eased out of your shell and continued to shop, placing each item on the counter as words and laughter exchanged between you two. Completing your shopping list you paid for the items, Bo carefully bagged them into thick brown paper bags, his dark brown eyes trailing your face as he soaked in your beautiful features.

It stunned him that such a pretty girl was so shy, it was if you were completely unaware of your beauty. With small smile you grabbed the paper bags and Bo reached for the horse feed that rested on the counter.

"Lemme carry this out for you; it's pretty heavy."

"No, n-no! It's fine I can make two trips."

"Nonsense, what kind of man am I to let a lady carry all these bags by herself?" He replied as strong arms lifting the feed as if it weighed nothing, a rush of lust bloomed within your chest as thoughts of his arms holding you tight crept within your mind. But those thoughts were quickly replaced with embarrassment, and you avoided eye contact with the man as you both walked out of the store towards the car.

Placing the bags in the passenger side of the vehicle Bo shot you a smile, which made you gaze at your shoes again, your boots kicking the dry dirt beneath your feet. Crossing his arms against his chest and without thinking he said: "I know some fella is really lucky to have you."

"I-I ain't with no one, not like that." You whispered, biting your lip as you leaned against the hot car door, your eyes meeting his for only a split second before looking away. You had a boyfriend in the past, but the only thing you did with the man was kiss and hold hands, you weren't really attracted to him, and he was only with you for 'convenience' - according to him. So, it didn't hurt you none when he dumped you for another girl.

But you did enjoy landing a right hook square against his jaw after that nasty breakup though.

Just because he deserved it.

"W-What about you? I mean, I'm not sayin' a fella is lucky to have you, unless there is--ain't nothin' wrong with that if there is--I mean--"

"I'm divorced; my ex-wife works at the general store on the white side of town." Bo chuckled, cutting you off from your rambling. You whispered out a meek apology and silence soon followed. The muffle sounds of people's chattering, cars honking, and wheels racing on the dirt road eased your thumping heart a bit. With a sigh Bo tilted his head, his eyes traveling up and down your body as he tongued the inside of his cheek.

"...I know some fellas who own a juke joint, just outta the way of town. They play some real good music there - and the catfish they serve is fresh, pipin' hot never cooked in stale grease, unlike the fish fry across the street." He said as he pointed his head towards the run-down restaurant that was packed to the brim with people. You giggled at his comment - he was right - despite the popularity of that place, their food was disgusting. With a pause his face twisted in deep thought, finding the next words that he truly wanted to say.

"We should go there sometime - the juke joint," Bo casually said, his hands now tucked in the pockets of his pants. "Up to you, of course." He quickly added trying his best not to lay it on thick. Your body stiffed and you scrunched up your face in concern and without thinking you blurted out: "You ain't crazy, right?"

Bo was a handsome man, the kind that you would daydream about as you hammered and worked your days away. It made no sense to you that such a gorgeous man like him would ask you out, he seemed like the type to be paired up with a woman who wore frilly dresses and expensive perfume.

Not a woman in old, dirty hand-me-down male clothes.

He shrugged his shoulders as an airy laugh escaped his lungs, you noticed that he laughed a lot.

The sound of it was music to your ears.

"Just think about it, okay?" He asked softy, which earned a nod from you. With one last smile he began to walk towards the store backwards, his chestnut-colored eyes not breaking contact with yours.

"And make sure your brothers help you with movin' allat stuff."

The drive back home was felt quicker than it actually was, your mind raced with thoughts of Bo. His soft smile, his strong muscular arms, his beautiful deep brown eyes, his thick southern twang with each word he spoke - even though you just met the man you were already falling for him, and you considered his invitation to the juke joint.

Once pulling into the long dusty driveway of your home a quick realization set within you.

How would you take him up on that offer?

Driving back and forth from town wasn't manageable; your father's car drank up gas like it was nothing - and gasoline was expensive. You sighed at the missed opportunity to ask how communication would work between you two. With a lull of your head, your eyes landed on the grocery list that rested on top of the items you bought. Reaching for the stained paper your heart fluttered as you read the numbers out loud, his name scribbled on the bottom of it.

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A few blistering weeks had passed and your relationship with Bo blossomed as you both spent hours talking on the phone, and you were starting to enjoy the tedious shopping trips your father would send you on - that meant you were able to see the shopkeeper in person. But when driving into town wasn't needed you settled on calling the man after finishing your chores.

You learned that the Bo's family was from China, a long way from Mississippi. You would ask about the country and if it was any different from here, his deep voice would sigh and reminiscence about his homeland. His family moved here when he was only a small boy and stated that he lost his accent in exchanged for the Mississippi drawl from living here so long - but he still spoke perfect Mandarin.

You noticed that his flirty persona would slip as he displayed a sillier side to him. Cursing and complaining about customers leaving messes around his store or local vendors who tried to rip him off, his soothing voice would slip into speaking his native tongue, the sound of those foreign words would caress your ears and make your heart flutter. You would ask him to teach you some words and phrases, which he gladly did.

Most of them were curse words though.

You would butcher the unfamiliar words with your southern accent, but he was patient with you as he chuckled out the proper pronunciation of those dirty words, praising you when you finally articulating them semi-perfectly.

He would ask you about your day as well and you told him everything, down to the exact minute you woke up. He would let out a sharp whistle hearing all of the manual labor that you were responsible for - flirting with you about how you needed a break often saying things like: "Sounds like a hard day, you probably have knots in your shoulders - I could fix that, y'know."

Which you would reply: "You givin' out massages now?"

And in turn he would tut out a quick comeback along the lines of: "Only to those who deserves them. I've got magic hands...And a soft spot for women who pretend not to need them."

You would choke and stumble over your words, quickly changing the subject towards something else. Tonight, you were on the phone with Bo, listing intensely at the story he told - your sore hands shooed your nosy brother away as he gave you a lopsided smile. You told your brothers about Bo, and they teased you relentlessly about him.

"So, when am I gonna see you again?" Bo asked, making you bite your lip and shrug as if he could see you.

"I don't know...Maybe soon?" You whispered you didn't want it to come out as a question, but it did, and you mentally kicked yourself for it. You remembered his offer to take you to this 'mysterious' juke joint, it sounded like fun. You love to dance even though you were self-conscious about doing it in front of people, often swaying your hips as you hummed a melody you heard on the radio while cooking or doing chores by your lonesome.

"How...How 'bout we go that juke joint you were talkin' about? That sounds like fun."

"Ah! Lil' miss busy body finally wanna come dance with me?"

"Oh, haha," You sarcastically laughed, picking at the skin of your thumb. "How 'bout next weekend? Does Saturday work for you?"

"Of course, I'm free Saturday..." He then paused and you could practically see the wide smile that clung onto his face.

"It's a date, then?"

"Y-Yeah, it's a date."

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Your fingers fidget and twist around each other, the crunching sound of rock and dirt beneath your feet grounded you somewhat, but your palms were already beginning to sweat. Passing through parked cars and couples grinding themselves onto each other, you finally made it to this aforementioned juke joint, the booming sound of music and shouting made a lump rise in your throat.

Stepping towards the large open double doors sat a stocky man. He nodded and waved as people enter and exited the makeshift club - his head snapping forward as his eyes landed onto you. With a wide and friendly smile, he tilted his straw hat with thick fingers - lowering his head in reverence as he spoke.

"Hello, missy. Ain't seen you around here before," His head rise again, making heavy eye contact with you. You figured that this large man was a bouncer, here to try and keep troublemakers out of the juke. "Word gets around, huh? Each weekend more and more people come - since it's your first time here I recommend trying the Irish whiskey. It got some kick to it, haha. All thanks to those twins, of course."

"Y-Yes, will do. Thank you." You mumbled, your shy eyes looking down at your feet. The muddy boots that you wore everyday were replaced with emerald green heels, the shoes hurt your feet, but the sales lady reassured you that they'll break in quickly.

Shuffling around the man you stumbled into the crowded club, your eyes scanning for Bo, but you couldn't find him anywhere. A lost and confused look plastered onto your face - you were starting to feel overwhelmed as second thoughts rushed through your mind. Deciding that you should just leave you quickly turned on your heel, but you bumped into a soft body, strong yet comforting arms steadied you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You repeated with a strained voice, shouting out apologies over the loud Blues that reverberated on the wooden walls.

"It's okay, you alright?" A womanly voice calmly spoke. Your eyes were met with deep mahogany brown irises, her features were beautiful, welcoming. Yet an air of sternness and confidence oozed casually from her as she adjusted her dark blue dress. Her natural hair was done up neatly, framing her face in a way that only enhanced her beautiful features. You couldn't help but to gawk at this woman. Noticing this her smile only soften as she awaited your answer to her question.

"Oh, um. Yea', I'm okay. Thank you," you choked out, your awkward eyes darting around the room as you peered into the dancing crowd. "Have you seen Bo around?" You added with a bite of your cherry red stained lips - for the first time you were wearing makeup.

"So, you're her? He's gamblin' with that drunk 'ol fool in the back." She stated, giving you a friendly grin. She turned her head and stopped a man dead in his tracks as he gave her a look that was tinged in nothing but respect.

"Yes, Annie?" The man asked.

"Take her to Bo and them, would you?" The woman, now known as Annie, casually said which earned a nod from the man. You gave your thanks to Annie as she winked and disappeared into the crowd. You followed the man, pushing pass people dancing and drinking with apologies falling from your lips, bumping into them accidently. But most of them were either too drunk to care or too busy dancing to notice.

"Damn, Bo. I thought you said you was good?" A commanding voice boomed, which followed by a chorus of laughter from multiple men. The music wasn't as loud within this hidden room, the muffled hymns were drowned out by lighters flicking, glass bottles clanking, and cocky chuckles coming from each man that huddled together around the small table.

"I am, but I'm already known' that Slim is cheatin." Bo sighed in annoyance, a cigarette hanged limp between his plump lips as he tossed a card down on the table, stress pulling at his chiseled features and smoke plumed from his mouth with each word he spoke.

"I ain't cheatin'." A man, who was much older, confidently stated as he took a long swig from his metal flask - licking his lips to taste the alcohol that slipped pass his golden capped teeth.

"You is." Bo shot back as he took a drag from the cigarette, pulling it from his lips with an index and middle finger, and leisurely blew the smoke into the already thick hazy air.

"No, I--"

A sharp wolf whistle cut off the older man's defense, which cause the men to snap their heads towards your direction. The whistle came from the man standing, his hands reaching for the red brimmed hat that rested on his head and placed it over his chest, shielding his well-tailored suit.

"Ain't you a pretty lil' thang?" He spoke as his dark brown irises slowly ran up and down your body, he was absolutely undressing you with his eyes. You wore a thin silky emerald color dress that loosely hung onto your body - but the soft fabric outlined and accentuated your curves. Your short hair was styled in finger waves, mimicking how women would wear their hair in the many magazines you had hidden away in your bedroom.

With long mascara covered eyelashes you blinked awkwardly, turning your head to look behind you, confused if the man was talking to you. Bo looked at you with awe, he couldn't recognize you at first but looking deeper at your dolled up face he could see those same beautiful features he'd grown fond of.

You looked amazing, like a movie star that jumped straight out of the silver screen.

"Y-You talkin' to me?" You asked the man, pointing at yourself with your head tilting to the side, the dangling silver earing you wore had small green gems, the light catching the dark color - making the jewelry sparkle. The jewelry grazed the warm skin of your bare shoulder as you lulled your head back into its natural position.

"My, my. And she's humble too," he laughed as he reached his hand out for yours. With sweaty and shaky palms, you placed your hand within the stranger's grasp, it seemed like he didn't care about your drenched soaked palm as he placed a kiss on your trembling hand, the feeling of his moustache lightly tickled your skin. "My name is Stack, baby." He said as he shot you a wide smile, showing off his golden capped teeth that shined under the ember light of the club. But before you could open your mouth Bo quickly cut into the conversation, swatting away the advances Stack was planning on making towards you.

"Watch yourself - she ain't like that, Stack." Bo hissed tossing his cards on the table, quitting from the game which made Slim smile ear to ear from the easy victory.

"Why you care, ain't you married?" Stack jested back, his voice dripping with charisma, sending a wink your way after finishing his sentence.

"Divorced." Bo said curtly.

Stack raised his hands up in a playful display of defeat, his face twisting in mischief as a chuckle fell from his plump lips.

"My bad, Bo. I ain't know you like the sistas." Stack chuckled as he pulled the empty chair from the table, claiming his seat as nimble hands collected the scattered cards - preparing to shuffle them for the next game.

"I ain't know you like 'em either." Bo replied, sitting up from his chair as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, stopping right at the elbows - his cigarette still hanging limply from his mouth.

This statement earned a raspy roar of laughter from Slim as he clapped his hands together, the sound of his foot stomping made you jump a bit. Stack's once confident persona melted as he shot glares at Slim and Bo, which only made Slim laugh even harder.

You were oblivious to their 'inside joke'.

"Whew, you have fun you crazy kids," Slim sighed out, taking another swig from his flask. "And you: get outta ya feelings, boy. Shuffle them cards." The older man places a hard pat on Stack's shoulder, which only made him grunt in annoyance.

"I think you had too much to drink, old man." Stack seethed as he quickly mixed up the cards in his hands.

Putting the cigarette out in the ashtray Bo's striking features eased with happiness as he laid his eyes on you. Holding his arm out for you to grab onto, both of you exited the small gambling room - now out on the bustling dance floor. His eyes were trained onto your face as he pulled you closer towards him, the bloom of attraction and arousal tugged within Bo as he bit his lip.

You were looking damn good tonight.

"I see why you didn't want me to pick you up - you're somethin' else, you know that?" He smiled, the dimples of his cheeks deepening as you shrugged your shoulders at his words, your eyes gazing at him. He looked handsome as always, but tonight he looked dashing. Noticing his eyes that flicked towards your body, you took a step back to show him your full outfit.

"You like my dress? I bought it earlier today - I wanted to wear somethin' new." You gushed out and with a twirl you showed him the back of your dress that exposed the bare skin of your back, but you didn't notice Bo's eyes landing straight on your ass that poked against the thin fabric. Sticking his thumb in his belt loop, he adjusted his pants - he really wanted to see what's under that dress - but alas, he wouldn't outwardly say that to you as his own worrying self-conscious crept in.

Bo wasn't bashful nor shy when it came to intimacy and sex, he was open about his wants and desires. But you were the polar opposite, so he tried his best to keep those lustful thoughts about you to himself, toning the flirty banter down to a minimum. But that was becoming a challenge tonight with how sexy you looked, and it didn't help much that Stack's actions made him a tad bit jealous.

Bo knew you desired him just as much, but he knows it'll take a while for that shell of yours to crack.

Low strumming of guitar strings pulled your attention away from Bo, your eyes gazing at the makeshift stage ahead of you, watching a man that was around your age plucked the metal strings of the instrument. With a low hum you noticed the once lively dancefloor coupled up in pairs, while the singles made their way to the bar to fill up on drinks. With a thumb on his bottom lip Bo, smiled at your sudden ramped attention towards the slow music.

"That's Preacher Boy, he's mighty fine at playin' that guitar," Bo walked forward towards the dance floor with your hand in his. Both your fingers interlocking with each other's. "Care to fancy me a dance?"

You couldn't do anything but to excitedly nod, the butterflies in your stomach were becoming unbearable. With strong arms Bo held you flush against him, you could feel his lean body through his clothes - both of you swaying to the rhythm of the song. Tough hands rested on the small of your back, his calloused fingers resting dangerously close above your ass.

You wouldn't mind it if he rested his hand there.

With threaded fingers he guided your steps, you tripped over yourself for a bit - but you quickly found the rhythm again. Your head rest on his shoulder while he placed his on top of your head, the tender lyrics about love and not wanting to let go echoed through your mind, the lovesick song made your heart swell.

Bo then pulls away from your body, but only for a bit - he twirled you around, making you giggle at the action and with skillful movements, he pressed your backside onto himself. His hands guided your hips against his and you could feel his growing bulge pressing against your backside. You shiver in delight at the feeling of him pressing against you, his lips also pressing against your ear as he sang along the lyrics - switching some of the words with Mandarin. He was singing the song directly to you.

Your loins were on fire, and you tried the ease the ache between your legs by grinding yourself onto his stiffening member. Bo took quick noticed of this, his fingers pressing down on your hips as he steadies himself.

Helping you grind yourself on him.

Turning around to face him again you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, still pressing yourself firmly on his body. Your lips ghosting over his - he leaned forward in an attempt to close the sliver of space between your lips, but you pulled away with a slight grin that danced across your cherry red lips.

"Do you think I'm pretty even when I don't look like...This all the time?" You asked him. Though you enjoyed dressing up and doing your make up - a part of you also found comfort in wearing clothes that weren't 'conventionally' for women. You were shy and sometimes you had some bouts of insecurity - but that was every woman.

You hoped that Bo could understand that.

"The moment I laid my eyes on you - when you came into my store - I knew then that I wanted you," he paused as his brown eyes stared into yours intensely, every word he spoke made you lose your breath. "You're more than pretty; you're beautiful - gorgeous. Doesn't matter what you got on."

With quivering lips, you kissed him, Bo's lips were soft, and his kiss was steady as he guided your unskilled mouth against his - deepening the kiss even more. His warm hands trailed over the exposed skin of your back, the feeling of rough fingers made you spiral, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Bo could feel your wetness too - pressing his thigh in between your legs and against your aching core.

You moaned into his mouth, and you held onto his shoulders for dear life, you needed to feel this man inside you - you were growing desperate to relieve yourself from the intense arousal that bubbled in your core.

"C'mon, lemme take care of you, baby." Bo whispered.

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Slipping away from the crowd, you and Bo found an empty room upstairs of the juke, away from prying eyes. The room was dusty, and the air was stale and thick - as if you both were the first people to enter in years. The slow love song that Preacher Boy sang was now replaced with loud, intense melodies and the once tender lyrics now oozed with raunchy double entendres.

Pressing your back against the wall, Bo's nimble hands ran over your body, stroking and squeezing all of your curves as if his life depended on it - his hands stopping at your breast, cupping them gently through the fabric of your dress. His faced rested within the crook of your neck as his lips sucked at the exposed skin, slightly nipping you with his teeth. Your hands race through his black hair, the strands threading through your fingers as your nails softly scratched at his scalp.

"You see what you do to me, girl?" He asked as he reached for your hand, placing it over his clothed bulge that strained against his pants. You bit your lip as your fingers rubbed against his hard member, his hips bucking into your hand as you pressed down on his dick.

"I-I gotta tell you somethin'."

"What is it, baby?" He asked in between fevered kisses on your neck.

"I ain't never did this before." You sighed out breathlessly. Kissing and grinding wasn't intimidating to you - you've done that before.

But sex, actual sex, was a whole different ballpark. You weren't 'saving' yourself for marriage or anything like that; you never had the opportunity to be with anyone sexually. Until now, of course. Bo stopped in his tracks and pulled away from your neck, his eyes that were filled with lust a second ago soften while his hands rested at your sides.

"...You a virgin?" He asked, which made you whisper out a yes. His eyebrows knitted together as he stared down at you, still pressing himself against your heaving chest. "Sure you want this?"

"Yea', I'm sure...I like you, Bo. A lot, I wanna do it," you paused - your eyes looking away from him and in attempt to try to break the rising tension from the realization of you never having sex before, you spoke again. "Just be patient with me."

"I'll be gentle I promise, baby. It's just like dancin', follow my lead - I'll make sure you feel real good." Bo whispered as his hand caress your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles. Leaning in he kissed you again, but this kiss was different than the last - it was slow and gentle.

You kissed him back and his tongue swipe at your bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss, and you let him. Both of your tongues danced in unison, the taste of cigarette smoke with the hint of peppermint lingered on your mouth with each kiss. His hands reached for the hem of your dress, pulling up the fabric exposing your bare thighs and thin cotton underwear.

His hand rubbed your leg, stopping at the waistband of your panties, his finger tracing over the band and stopping at the wet spot of the fabric. Slowly his fingers pressed against your clothed clit, rubbing small yet firm circles on the sensitive bud, earning a shallow moan that escaped your chest.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Bo asked as he continued rubbing your pussy through your panties. You groan out a breathy yes, encouraging him to keep going.

And he did.

Your hips bucked against his hand, while his free hand pinched at your right nipple with attentive fingers. The sharp feeling of his pinching sent a wave of pleasure towards your loins and your hands gripped onto his toned biceps. With skillful and experienced hands, he stuck his thumb within the waistband of your soaking underwear, slipping the fabric off your hips towards your already shaking knees, his fingers now rubbing against your exposed pussy.

"Oh, Bo. T-That feels good." You whimpered as he continued his movements - now picking up speed, making you moan even louder.

You were glad that the music was blaringly loud.

"Fuck...You're already so wet." Bo muttered as his fingers swiped across your aching entrance. He was practically straining against his pants, but since this was your first time, he didn't want to rush. He remembered his first time having sex - it wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great either - even so he still looked back on that memory fondly. The feeling of reaching that level of ecstasy sticks to a person and he was honored to be able to help you achieve it. It was daunting knowing that he's your first, but it also lit a fire within him.

He wanted nothing more but to pleasure you, to make sure that your first time is special. Trailing gentle kisses down your body Bo got on his knees, tugging the panties off of your legs as he did so. Your hands gripped onto the hem of your dress in a tight fist and your eyes followed his every movement.

"I wanna taste you, baby. Can I taste you?" He asked desperately, his eyes looking up at you as if you were an angel in disguise - as if you were a work of art.

You nodded your head, but he didn't move.

"Use your words, sugar."

"Y-Yes, you can taste me." choked out awkwardly, you never talked dirty to anyone before but the act of doing it only made you hornier. Bo smiled wide at your answer, placing a feather light kiss on your thigh and on your sensitive bud. The feeling of his lips on your pussy made you shiver in excitement and slowly he began to lick you.

The tip of his tongue skillfully circled your clit, only stopping to drag it across your soaking pussy. He moaned against your core - savoring sweet taste of your juices that filled his mouth. You bucked your hips against his face, riding on his experienced tongue as he continued repeating his movements.

Chanting out his name with a groan your hands ran through his hair, it took everything within you not to pull at his dark tresses - but the sensation of his tongue lapping up your pussy made your head spin. Working over your core Bo slowly slipped his middle finger inside of you, stopping at the second joint in case you couldn't take the feeling. To your surprise the feeling of his finger inside you didn't hurt; in fact, it felt amazing - it felt heavenly.

Careful and slow he moved his hand, pressing the finger in and out of your pussy as his lips sucked at your swollen and sensitive clit. Lulling your head to the side you rocked your hips to match the pace of his hand, biting your lip as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Bo then added another finger which made you squeeze your thighs against the sides of his head, holding his head in place with a vice grip.

His middle and ring finger worked your over your core, the digits now fully inside of you. Picking up the pace with his fingers your pussy, guttural moans turned into high pitched groans as your left hand scratched at the wall behind you. An unfamiliar yet intense feeling tingled at your core, and something within you desperately needed the feeling to be alleviated. It was as if Bo read your mind and his tongue swirled over your clit and within an instant a wave of euphoria crashed into you as a loud cry fell from your lips, your body shaking intensely like a leaf in the wind.

You came.

Bo's mouth pulled away from your dripping pussy, he didn't want to overwhelm you as his now slick fingers lightly stroked your tender button, easing you through your orgasm.

"Just like that, baby. You got it...Good job, great job." He praised. Looking down at him Bo's chin and the collar of his shirt was soaked with your juices, and it slightly embarrassed you with just how wet you truly were. But that feeling of embarrassment quickly dissipated when he stood up again, his lips crashing into yours - kissing you with fever.

You could taste yourself on his tongue, with shaky hands you locked your fingers together at the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Something about tasting you on his swollen lips made your pussy tingle with a need to be filled again.

"Bo...I-I need you."

"I need you too." He whispered back between kisses. Your hand reached for the buckle of his belt, fumbling over your own fingers as you tried to free him from his pants. Bo held your hands in his, guiding them in unbuckling the belt.

Finally, being able to free himself from his belt, he led your hand in his pants. You could feel just how hard he was. His member was thick and heavy and feeling the warmth of it on the palm of your hand made your mouth water in the anticipation of him fucking you. Pulling his pants off his waist, Bo's dick sprung free.

With strong hands he lifted you up from under your arms, making you gasp. Following his lead, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he pressed his lean body against yours, pressing you on the wall to steady yourself. Your sweaty forehead rested on his as you both watched him stroke himself, pumping his dick with his hand, precum making a natural lubricant.

With cloudy eyes you watched Bo lining himself towards your aching core he slowly entered you, his head rested on your hot and sweat slicked shoulder and the feeling of his cock entering your tight pussy almost made the man topple over. He was stretching you out and the raw sting of pain mixed with pleasure crashed into you like a tidal wave, your nails clung onto Bo's shirt, scratching at his skin through the cotton fabric.

"Shh, it's okay, I got you." Bo reassured as he paused the movement of his hips - resting his cock inside of you - allowing both of your bodies to adjust to each other. You were so tight, so warm, so wet. It felt like he'd just stumbled into heaven, and it took everything in him not to buck his hips until you were ready. With a nod of your head, you signaled him to continue, your tense muscles melted as he placed a long kiss on your jaw as he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth, fucking into you as softly as he could.

High pitched grunts fell from your lips with each thrust he made, and his thumb rubbed small and supportive circles over the skin of your thighs that wrapped around his hips, grounding you and easing the tense muscles within your legs. Bo began chanting your name, telling you how good you felt, and asking you if he felt good inside you too.

The pain of his cock inside of your once unexplored sex subsided and was now replaced with nothing but pleasure. You moaned against his plump lips as he groaned out curses in Mandarin at the sensation of your pussy squeezing around his member; his hips thrusting into you rapid but steady pace.

"Bo, I think I'm almost..."

"I'm almost there too." Bo mumbled as he rested his forehead onto yours and with a few more thrusts you felt the familiar feeling of a knot formed within your abdomen and with shaking legs your mouth hanged open slack as a silent scream pushed through your convulsing body - the high of reaching your orgasm made you hold Bo in a vice grip.

He cursed in pleasure as his own orgasm crept up on him, backing away from your tight grip with strong arms he pulled himself out of you, pumping his cock within his hand until he reached his climax - coming in his hand as he rested his head on your shoulders, your eyes watching him stroke himself. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the air as your head spin from experiencing your second orgasm.

Your sweaty body leaned against the wall and with a deep sigh Bo steadied his breathing, rolling his shoulders as your eyes met with his. You noticed a bit of blood that was in his hand and the odd sensation of slick clung on your inner thighs, putting two and two together you looked away from him, embarrassment blooming within your already racing heart. But before you could blurt out an apology, Bo kissed your lips - pulling you out of your self conscious state.

"That's normal for your first time. It's okay, baby." He reassured. Cleaning you and himself up with a small cotton handkerchief, you jumped at the soft fabric rubbing against your sensitive sex, which earned a sympathetic chuckle from Bo.

"Hopefully next time we do it we'll have a bed. My back hurts..." You whispered as your hand pressed on the small of your back, getting fucked against a hard wall feels good in the moment, but you know you'll be stiff as a board the following morning.

"Next time?" Bo asked as a mischievous grin tugged at his lips.

"I-I mean if you want--"

"I'll make sure we'll have a bed, and besides I promised you a massage, remember?" He smiled and you smiled back at him. After getting cleaned up, you and Bo rejoined the bustling crowd of the juke joint, hand in hand.

You were counting down the minutes until your next 'encounter' with him - and so was he.

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