#/I have no dice rolling privileges so I'm gonna leave that to you

[amaradrakos]

Vivian Ambrose—Amara had had a face to the name for a while now, yet chance hadn’t been a spell potent enough for their paths to cross. When she spotted the vampire at Winterlight Manor, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

She rarely indulged in a gamble but this was a calculated risk. The mistletoe’s curse magic was juvenile at best, and the Underworld demon was confident in her ability to avert any negative outcome brought about by the pesky green springs.

Timing her exit to align with Vivian’s entrance, she let her gaze drift upward as the tug of the mistletoe brought her to a stop. “Oh, great,” Amara muttered under her breath, feigning surprise at the plant before her eyes flicked to Vivian, a slow smile curving her lips at the woman's remark.

“You’re not scared of a little curse, are you, Doctor?” The teasing lilt in her voice lingered, her dark gaze glinting with unspoken intent. Coincidence, after all, was such a boring excuse for opportunity.

Who: Viv x Open Where: Hallway leading to Ballroom When: VC Christmas 2024

Vivian was coming back from freshening up in the ladies' room when she realized her heel strap needed fixing. The darn thing had been giving her trouble all night and it had finally gotten to the point where Viv was fed up. The tipsy vampire leaned awkwardly against the entryway, and after finally finding her shoe among the miles of ruffles and fabric, she adjusted the strap.

The doctor stood up straight, fixing her skirt after completing her mission when something happened...what could only be described as a psychic pull. Someone who had also been walking through the entryway stopped their movements as well. She looked around in confusion before landing on the mistletoe above them. "Wait...Aren't those things cursed?" she asked with concern, her eyes finally meeting the person she was now magically trapped with.

[k-indie]

For The First Time

Just felt like doing it. Toji is probably ooc and this is definitely all over the place. But I'm gonna go back over it later if I feel like it.

"I'm in love with you."

No, you're not.

"I've liked you for years and I finally got the chance to tell you. Will you please accept my love?"

Sorry, I have to go. Left the stove on.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Please marry me."

I probably won't get married, sorry.

"I want to be with you."

And I want to be in my bed. Guess we're both having problems.

Too many confessions, too many broken hearts, and not enough alcohol to take your judgement away. You stumbled off of the stool at your island in the kitchen, snatching up your keys and slamming your front door behind you.

The breeze was nippy, but you didn't really feel it, inebriated just enough to be numb. You trekked to the nearest liquor store mumbling about the pains of life and how people are just...dumb.

You'd been confessed to for the fifth time that day just before you left work, your favorite coworker now a stranger all because you were afraid of commitment, afraid of being in love. If only he hadn't told you he was in love with you since the first day he saw you, maybe you'd be spending time with him now instead of wallowing in self pity and abusing your liver's hard work.

Finally entering the establishment that held the goods, you sighed softly, falling into a slower pace upon seeing the all the bottles of brown and waves of spicy water. You bit your lip, focusing solely on the brown bottle directly in front of your face—the smoothest Bourbon you'd ever had the privilege of tasting. It was the last bottle and just as your hand moved to grab it, another had been placed over it as well, thumb touching the side of the stranger's palm.

Looking up at the man towering over you, a harsh tone erupting from you, "If anyone's taking this, it's gonna be me."

He rose a brow and his grip never left the bottle, eyes trailing up and down your shorter form, he chuckled lowly. He sounded tired, looked like he'd had a day of all days, and his voice—deep and low— was threatening, "I can't allow that either. I think I deserve it more than you do."

"I'll let you have it under one condition..."

He lifted his head slightly, eyes flicking to yours over his nose, he waited for you to continue and he sighed, already tired of waiting for your explanation.

"Tell me why you deserve it more and I'll let go."

A sly grin fell over his lips, "What makes you think you can have access to my personal life?"

"Didn't see it that way, but since you're feeling so alienated, I'll level with you," you tightened your grip on the bottle, eyes darting down to his hand, "I'm not having a very good day, in fact, this entire month has been shitty. I haven't had a good fuck or a good drink in quite some time and I need this. You just think you deserve it. It's horrible logic and I'll be leaving now."

You were quick to snatch the bottle away from his grasp, off the shelf, and you twirled on your heel and briskly walked away, tucking the bottle between your arms—a cradle if you will.

Before you made it off the aisle, the man was quick to grab your arm and turn you to face him again, "Why don't we share it? It's the last bottle and we both could use a drink."

You had two options here; say no and risk the bottle being snatched from your hands and go home having left with a shitty liquor—possibly even empty handed, or, say yes and drink with a stranger who could be a serial killer and fall into danger.

You were ready to roll those dice.

"Sure."

•••

He wasn't sure how you ended up sprawled across his lap, hands roaming over his naked and finely chiseled abdomen, hell, he didn't even think he cared—heated make out session with a stranger in his apartment. But he knew he wanted more, he needed more of your soft touches, seducing sighs, and the rut of your hips against his.

His large hands encasing over your hips, trailing down to your supple butt, pulling you closer to him, making you ride him faster through his jeans, your sweatpants showing a dark spot at the crotch from the past fifteen minutes of playing with him like this.

He didn't know if he was doing this for you or for him, recalling your previous statement about not receiving some dick in a while, and he surprised the both of you when he asked if he could take it further. Your hazy eyed gaze at him made him suck his bottom lip between his teeth. "You don't have to," he slurred slightly, eyes boring into yours to search for something, anything that wasn't a blank stare.

"Do you have a condom?"

He smirked halfway, tapping your leg to let you know he was going to get it, and you moved from his lap, sitting next to his fleeing form. "Matter of fact, follow me."

He never did this—took a woman he wasn't interested in to his bedroom, to fuck her in his sanctuary, but he wanted you to feel good, it was out of character for him, having such a kindness towards you, towards anyone. He was always so brutish, arrogant, and ruthless.

But he'd had a day and he found the common ground beneath the both of you; love for a smooth liquor and a strong need for a good lay.

You were slow to the punch at first, hesitantly lifting yourself from his sofa and following after him silently to his bedroom. "You don't mind obliging me do you?"

He'd told you about his lack of want for a woman in his bedroom that wasn't someone he was interested in and you were fine with sofa sex and chill. But what brought this sudden change of heart?

"No. I'm fine with wherever you want to do it, but I didn't mind the sofa so much."

He chuckled half-heartedly and opened his bedroom door, meeting your gaze and letting you trail inside before he did.

Soft grey's and deep blacks greeting you nonchalantly, his bed neatly made up with a black comforter, grey sheets and deeper grey pillows, his nightstand was black, drawer was black, and his windows were covered with slate grey shades. Way to say boring, huh?

But he was far from that when he had you pinned to the bed, face in the pillows and ass in the air for him to destroy. Your hands were pulled up behind your back, a couple of your fingers being suckled and bit at in his mouth as he pounded your pussy harder and harder with each slow thrust. He loved the sounds you made for him, the way you talked back to him, offering dirty words and strings of profanity when he took his free hand and rubbed your clit between his fingers, speaking over your fingers, still on his tongue as sweet as ever, "Throw it back, don't be shy, beautiful."

You let out a low grumble from your throat, sealing the deal when your hips met his, taking his long length further into your pussy, kissing your sweet spot and the roll of his hips allowing his cock to swirl around your cervix with just the right amount of pressure.

He groaned when your pussy clenched on him, watching your back muscles flex just above your ass, eyes drinking in every little jerk of your hips, twitch of your body, and the way your hand made a fist.

He let your hands go and you brought them to your sides, using the bed as more leverage to quickly twerk your ass against him. He let out a louder groan, almost a moan when your pussy rotated around his cock, cheeks still jiggling over his hips and you could feel him twitch inside of you at the feeling.

One hand reached down beneath you, grabbing his balls and massaging them as you slowly pushed back against him, hips rolling side to side, the inside of your pussy rubbing at the sides of his cock until you pushed back onto him harshly. His grip on your hips was bruising, ramming into you at a harsher pace than before and your pussy fluttered over him, gushing your sweet juices as you moaned at him, "Fuck, yes... Make that pussy squirt, daddy..."

He loved this, he loved how you were so verbal with him, so eager to take his cock and unafraid to tell him what you wanted. He liked the control you had over him and the way you made him think he was doing it all. But you'd been dipping your hips down, upwards, to the side so he wouldn't have to do as much to reach the spots that were your favorite. You fucked him back so good he almost said "I love you."

And when he came, he was still so hard.

He'd never been this hard after letting a woman cream or squirt in his cock. He was a one trip and dip sort of man, getting his nut and leaving before the morning. But with the way you whined his nickname—not having gained his name and not telling him yours—he needed to hear it more, your voice calling out to him so salacious and sweet, he had to fuck you longer, harder.

Who the hell is this woman, he wondered to himself when you flipped him over, sitting on his dick and riding him like a pornstar. He was elated, chest bursting with glee when you popped your pussy on him, hips twirling slowly now, massaging just his tip with your walls before slamming yourself down on him.

"Fuuuuck~"

He lifted his hips up in offering when you ground yourself against him, clit twitching while you rubbed yourself against his crotch. He lifted up to suck a tit into his mouth, tongue flicking out at the nipple, serving it an occasional bite and grinding your hips against his a little faster again.

"Damn, girl... Got me bout to-fuck," he clenched his jaw and he looked up at your expression, a lazy grin and lust-filled eyes wandering down to meet his gaze. "So damn good," he mumbled to himself as he met your gaze, cock twitching inside of you. "Cum with me, daddy... Can you do that? I can feel you twitching inside my pussy, you wanna nut in me, baby?"

He loved your teasing tone, the way your tongue lightly pressed between your teeth in your smile, hips stuttering against his. "Fuck yes..."

He rolled his hips up into yours, both climaxes meeting and you gushed over his covered cock, making him wish he went in raw, the way your head tilted back and your eyes rolled up in your head, moan growing louder with every rut of his hips into yours, his cum spurting into the condom in thick strings, nails digging into each other.

You finally called it quits and shakily got off of him, letting yourself take a breather next to him, eyes shut as you lightly ran your fingers over your stomach and your hips. He pulled off the condom and threw it on the floor, promising himself to pick it up later. He laid down next to you, arms pulling you close to his side and laying his cheek on your shoulder. "Name's Toji, by the way."

"(Name), don't wear it out."

And he certainly would be wearing that name out over the next few weeks. He was falling in love with your body and how you could fuck for hours and hours. He was falling in love with that shit-eating grin you'd toss his way when he'd cum sooner than he'd like under you, toes curling when you finally allowed him the sweet escape that was your mouth, your throat.

He would wear your name out even when you weren't around. He couldn't take his mind off of your seductive aura, your quiet ways, and the way you smiled at him when you would see him. He wondered if he was falling for you, for who was behind the kama sutra in bed, the woman he'd learned new things from about sex and himself.

He thought he was a god at sex, he thought he was the master here, but he was only the student. And even though it hurt his pride to accept the fact, he wanted you to teach him more about sex and perhaps more about yourself.

•••

It had been a week since you'd responded to any of the texts Toji had sent you and he was beginning to wonder why that could be. He wondered if you were fucking someone else the way you did him. He wondered if he'd lost your interest. He wondered many things. No answers to his flitting mind from you.

Eventually, he got tired of texting and calling and went around town on his day off to find you. He knew where you worked but he didn't find you there, so he went to your apartment, looking for your car in the lot, hoping for any trace of you to pop up.

When he spotted your car, he parked by it, eyeing it before walking over and touching the hood. It was cold, so you'd been home for a while. He was quick to run up the steps leading to the third floor of the complex and turning to his right, standing at your door. He was about to knock but then he heard laughing, it was something he missed a lot and made him wish it were him. It sounded like you and another female, possibly two others.

He proceeded with his knock and waited for you to open the door, a solid minute before he was greeted with your blank stare and half smile. "Oh, Toji... How can I help you?"

It stung a little to hear your voice saying that to him, the way you were quick to slip out the door and close it behind you. "Why are you ignoring me? You've been acting weird lately."

You scoffed at his statement and shook your head, arms crossing over your chest, pushing your boobs up and he wanted nothing more than to be where your arms were. "I've been busy. Family stuff."

He knew that was a lie, but he didn't push it. "Doesn't explain why you've been ignoring my texts and calls."

It was silent for a long moment, tension thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Your gaze at him fell to the side, chest rising and falling slowly under his serious gaze. When he tried to move closer to you, touch you, feel what he was missing, you stepped back and put a hand up, "I can't. I can't do this anymore."

"Why not?"

You couldn't tell him you'd been catching feelings for him, couldn't tell him you didn't want to commit to anyone, all because you were afraid of it, because you'd been there before and experienced both sides of the grass; player and instrument. You couldn't tell him you were falling in love with someone whose body you knew better than the mind. But he could sense something was wrong and that you refused to speak on it.

"Are you seeing someone else?"

You sighed heavily and shook your head again.

"Are you losing interest in me? Can you even look me in the eye and be honest with me?"

You looked up at him, dead in the eyes and told him no again. "Then what is it?"

His tone was too even throughout the entire conversation, unable to read his emotions and his surprise visit really caught you off guard. How'd he even remember where you lived? He'd only been one time to your flat.

The thoughts of him clapping your cheeks surfaced, the feeling of his thick cock reaching places that made you see stars and call for him to make you cum, the way his hands grabbed and groped at every part of your body, digging into your flesh on the occasion, and leaving nothing untouched except your precious mind which he sought to pick at as often as he could.

You but your lip and looked up at him again. "I think I love you and I barely know you beyond sex. I can't fall in love with anyone right now. I can't be that vulnerable with you and I'm sorry I ghosted you but I can't keep seeing you."

He was relieved that you weren't seeing anyone else, that you in fact didn't lose interest and that you looked him in the eye when you said that. "What if I love you too? What then?"

You sighed, smiling halfway at him and shaking your head once. "I'm afraid of what that entails, Toji. It's not about the love I have for you. It's about the commitment, the vulnerability, the meshing if our lives together just to be ripped apart later. I can't handle that again."

He caressed your cheek gently, lifting your chin to meet his chaste kiss, teeth biting your lip and pulling on it. "Then we can work on that. I'm patient."

When you spoke, black smoke left your mouth, eyes turning black and your form fading into darkness, his eyes opened and he lifted himself from his splayed position on his bed, looking to the side to see you were no longer laying in his bed, naked body only half covered by the sheets as you were before. The sun was shining brightly beyond his curtains as he thought about when you'd slipped away from him.

How much did he have to drink?

His body was sore, so he knew the sex was real. But what was that dream? A premonition, perhaps?

Were you really afraid of commitment? Where did you go?

And he realized he didn't even get your number before you slipped out his door. Only your first name and it tasted sweet on his tongue, fisting his sheets in a white-knuckled grip when he thought of how your tight heat hugged against him so good.

He was usually the one to leave before the morning came. But he was in his home, so where would he go? To work? It was too early.

How dare you not leave your number and milk his cock for all he has, balls so painfully empty in that condom and the six others laying next to it on his floor.

He'll see you again soon. (Name).