#🩸Hand me a blood bag

[tsams-bloody-confessions]

Heeey, do you have your own names? Cuz you seem bloody cool X3

We are Bloodmoon, why would you call us anything else???

We are already named, we dont need more

My other is amused by your pun though

Amysed by its stupidity maybe! Though if were so cool, we could always show you our version of fun

Good idea brother, its been a while since we got to hunt a human. Expect us to find you and climb through your window in 2-5 business days anon

[kikyoupdates]

Love Bite ⭑˚🩸⭑ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒

yandere!vampires x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader

Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.

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Certain people are dealt a shittier hand in life than others, and unfortunately, you are one of those people.

Life has never been easy for you. As far back as you can remember, it's been one shitstorm after the other. Your parents are as good as dead to you, because all they ever did was make reckless choices and run away, leaving you to clean up their mess. That's how, at the young age of twenty, you've already got more debt than the average person could ever fathom.

Still, you make do. You hustle as best you can to get through one day and move on to the next. It's exhausting, and sometimes it feels like you're ready to give up, but against all odds, you persevere.

"That'll be 50 credits," the cashier says.

You let out a sigh and give her your card. Everything is so goddamn expensive these days. Even a simple grocery trip feels like a big slap in the face.

"Oh. Sorry," she blinks. "It's been declined. Do you have any other form of payment on hand?"

Shit. This one too?

You mumble an apology and dig through your wallet again. Thankfully, you happen to have enough cash to cover the cost. Just barely.

"Thank you for shopping with us," the cashier recites monotonously. She packs your groceries in a bag and hands it to you, then gestures for the next customer to step forward.

You leave the store the same as always, feeling worn-down and discouraged. You'll have to apply for a new card, but who knows when they'll send it to you. Goddammit. You're already scraping the bottom of the barrel as is. You hardly have enough emergency savings to last until then.

It's a shitty day, and unfortunately for you, it's about to get even worse.

"[Name]," a distinct, familiar voice mutters. You flinch at the sound, nearly dropping your grocery bag in the process. There's a man standing outside your apartment complex. A man that always makes your stomach crease in discomfort.

You instinctively step back. "I don't want any trouble, Johnny. Please, can I just get through?"

He ignores you and walks over, and while you stand there, stiff from fright, he peeks into your grocery bag and hums, visibly amused.

"Not exactly a lavish dinner," he chuckles. "But I guess you've got no choice but to be frugal, huh?"

"I just want to go home," you plead. "Please. Don't do this."

Alas, Johnny has never been one to give a shit about your circumstances, and today is no exception.

"I haven't been getting the money you promised me," he glares. "You've been late on your payments, and I'm really starting to lose my patience here."

You try to protest, but he wraps his hand around your throat and forcibly pins you against a wall. He isn't applying too much pressure, not yet, but the threat is there all the same.

"You owe me money, [Name]." His pupils constrict, a telltale sign that he's furious. "I'm done with your shitty excuses. If you can't make good on your promises, then you pay the price. This is the way the world works."

He holds you there, just so he can watch you whimper and cower in fear, then he eventually releases his hold on you and steps away.

"I'm giving you one more week," he says. "If you don't come up with the amount we agreed on in one week, I might seriously have to kill you. And don't even think of running away like your parents did. I'm sure as hell not gonna make the same mistake twice."

Johnny walks off with a steady, relaxed gait and his hands buried in his pockets. It's that easy for him. He can threaten an innocent woman and not think anything of it, the sick bastard.

You sniffle and resist the urge to cry. Fuck your parents. All they ever did was ruin your life. You have no idea where they're hiding right now, but for their own sake, they had better not show their faces around you ever again.

Still. There's no point in lamenting what can't be changed. Your parents are gone. It's up to you to remedy this situation and pay that disgusting loan shark back.

The question is, how?

How in the world will you pull that off? You barely make enough to eat two meals a day and cover your rent, let alone the steep cost of your debts.

It just seems like a lost cause. You've been working yourself to the bone, but you still can't even make a dent in what your parents owe. It's all too much to bear. It makes you want to forfeit your life entirely. At least then, you might finally be able to rest in peace.

Weighed down by the hopelessness of your situation, you trudge into your crappy studio apartment, chuck the groceries in the fridge, and plop down on the couch, defeated.

I guess it's time to look for another job. Something I can squeeze into my schedule. I can probably survive without sleeping a few days in a row, right?

You chuckle brokenly and scroll through your phone, looking for anything you might have a shot at. Finding a good job in this city is yet another hopeless dream for someone like you, who didn't go to college and doesn't have any other notable qualifications. All of your current jobs may as well be paying you dirt, which is why you can never meet Johnny's ridiculous demands.

You're just about to give up and go make yourself a rather pathetic dinner, when suddenly, something catches your eye.

[𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗠 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛]: 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀-𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘀.

Vampires. Not long ago, a law was passed, granting vampires access to the city. More and more of them seem to be moving here, the central hub of the country. Of course, most people felt uncomfortable with this change, but it seems to be a necessary step in fighting back against years of discrimination. Humans naturally fear vampires, and the government is doing everything it can to integrate them into society.

Since drinking blood by force is considered a crime, this program is most likely a way for vampires to obtain their blood safely and without any consequence, just so long as people are willing to sign up for it.

You take a moment to assess your situation. You have almost no money to your name, and there's a greedy loan shark that's just itching to torture you if you fail to pay him back in time. If you don't get some money, and fast, you're probably headed for the afterlife.

That being said, you've never encountered a vampire before. You've heard all sorts of horror stories about them. That they're physically stronger than humans, have more acute senses, and could easily bludgeon you to death if they wanted to.

But even if that's actually true, how is it any different than what Johnny will do to you if you don't pay him back?

You press your lips together. Perhaps there's no harm in trying at least once and seeing how it'll go. It's not like you're guaranteed to get accepted for the program anyways. And besides, this is being implemented by the government, so surely, they won't allow any humans to come to harm in the process.

Above all else, you are incredibly desperate, with very little to lose.

So, you decide to take a gamble.

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗬 [𝗫]?

...

Your luck might finally be changing for the better, or maybe they're just desperate for applicants, but either way, you got the job.

It was a bit tedious. The screening process was rather lengthy, and they made you do quite a few medical tests to ensure you didn't have any infectious diseases or anything like that. You suppose having a clean bill of health is the one thing required for this position, considering you'll be giving your blood to someone else. Thankfully, even though your life is shit, you've always been rather sturdy, which is the only reason you've lasted this long.

You're currently walking through a glossy white corridor. The building you're in is polished and sleek, some kind of medical company that's been researching vampires for quite a long time. They call themselves Plasma Inc., which is a bit tacky, but you're certainly in no position to judge.

The doctor escorting you holds a clipboard against his chest, and glances over at you every so often.

"We're almost there," he says. After a brief pause, he adds, "There's no need to be nervous."

Honestly, you're a little nervous, but only because you've never done this before. Giving your blood to a vampire... it all sounds so farfetched. You really didn't think this was something you'd ever be doing.

But beggars can't afford to be choosers.

"For the client's privacy and peace of mind, there aren't any cameras inside the room. We will not be able to see or hear anything that happens in there. You signed the confidentiality clause, so please keep in mind that you will be liable for any private information that you happen to disclose."

You knew as much going into this. There's no point in psyching yourself out. Everything's going to be fine. This is all perfectly safe.

...it should be, at least.

"Whenever you're ready," the doctor says. He's stopped in front of a door, and you instinctively gulp as you imagine what—or rather, who—is on the other side.

Okay, then. No reason to back out now. You chose this. It's a desperate measure, and sure, you'll lose a bit of blood in the process, but if it helps you pay off your debt and get back on your feet, then it's easily worth it.

"I'm ready," you say.

The doctor nods briefly, offers you an encouraging smile, then opens the door.

It closes behind you right away, and your eyes instinctively search the room until they land on a motionless, seated figure.

It's a man. Well, a vampire, but still a man. Deep down, you'd been hoping that it might be a woman. A man seems somewhat more intimidating, although you suppose all vampires are stronger than humans, so it wouldn't have made a difference either way.

He's beautiful, though. Vampires are scarce in numbers, and they don't usually go out during the day, so it's unlikely that you would have ever passed by one. But you've only ever heard people speak of them in frightening terms. Never in a million years did you imagine they'd be so utterly gorgeous. Or perhaps this particular vampire is simply an exception.

You don't quite realize how much time you've spent fawning over his appearance until he suddenly stands up.

Instinctively, you flinch, and it's clear that it doesn't go unnoticed.

He narrows his eyes. "If you're not comfortable doing this, you're welcome to leave. I was told that the humans who signed up for this program were all completely willing. I have no intention of taking your blood without your full cooperation."

"Oh. S-Sorry," you stammer. "I'm not uncomfortable. I guess I'm just a little bit starstruck. It's my first time meeting a vampire."

"There's no need to gawk at me. I'm not some animal trapped inside a cage."

He has a rather harsh tongue, but again, you're in no position to judge. Perhaps your reaction offended him, unintentional as it may have been.

"Sorry," you say again, then you offer him a weak smile. "Um... I'm [Name]. I'm not really sure what the etiquette for this sort of thing is, but it's nice to meet you."

It takes him a while to respond. He studies you quietly with those mesmerizing eyes of his, and the silence is awkward, to say the least.

"I'm Xavier," he finally replies. He frowns a bit. "But I didn't come here to chat. If you're ready, I'll like to move on with this as soon as possible."

Right. He's here for the same reason you are. It's not an opportunity for the two of you to exchange pleasantries.

You're here to sell your blood, and he's here to drink it.

"Okay," you swallow. Now that it's come down to it, you can feel your heart beating faster by the second. But this is fine. This is nothing. Compared to all the shit you've already been through, this may as well be a walk in the park.

You walk over to him, taking slow, careful steps, then you sit down in one of the chairs. He does the same, staring at you without blinking the whole time. You watch as he shuffles a bit closer, and he uses his fingers to pull down the collar of your shirt slightly. You shiver at the sensation of his skin brushing against yours. God, his hands are cold.

Xavier stares right into your eyes. "This is your last chance to back out. If you tell me to stop now, I will, but otherwise, I'll take it that you've agreed to move on."

"I'm fine," you reassure. Despite the fact that your stomach is a bundle of nerves right now, you're determined to press on. You need this. There's simply no other option.

You'll do whatever it takes to live on, even if it means selling the very essence that grants you life in the first place.

"Okay," Xavier says, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. His jaw unhinges, and the last thing you see before you squeeze your eyes shut is the pearly-white color of his bright, glistening fangs.

He bites into your neck.  

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𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸~ 𝓢𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸collab with @daesukiii. Read her part first here

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f)

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Genre: Horror, smut

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Au: non-idol au

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Trope: established relationship, yandere

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Word Count: 1,275

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Rating: 18+, MDNI

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Warnings: ⚠️ yandere behavior ie sweet on the outside but would kill to protect their darling, violence, blood, death (a lot) ⚠️

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Kinks: oral (f), strength kink, wall sex, glove kink, blood kink

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Author's Note: this is dark, this is gritty, this is gorey, please be advised when you read this, it's really not for the faint of heart!!!

(♡´▽`♡)🔪🩸Banner by @daesukiii and divider cut from it

San should be focusing on the feeling of the once-hard skull feeling squishy in his hands but his anger burned too high for textile pleasures. Who did the waiter think he was to be even perceiving his darling? Let alone look down your shirt?! Your breasts, your body, YOU were his and only his. 

“Why?” San said in a growl that lifted his lip in a sneer. “Don’t you have any manners? Or know better? Stupid little rabbits like you think they can nibble clover without watching out for the fox?”

San frowned slightly, sure he made a mess of his outfit. Did he have brain matter on him or was it just blood? Finding pieces of people he killed on him later was like finding food crumbs. Inconvenient at best. 

Slowly, he ground the pulp that was once someone's head into the grating brick wall of the alleyway of the restaurant he had just finished eating at with you. His blood boiled to a loud rumble in his ears as he recalled how uncomfortable you looked discovering the waiter looking down your décolletage.

“Jokes on you, chump!” San giggled, high pitch and definitely off. “I’m the one who’s going for ice cream with her after. I’m the one taking her home and you’re never going home, are you?”

“San?”

Nothing draws his attention faster than your soft voice in his ears; his love, his life, his purpose on this earth. San shoved the body unceremoniously behind a dumpster, cleaning up and preparing for a more pleasant evening moving forward. 

The next few days are stilted yet comfortable at the same time. San studied your movements, which were the same only tainted with a hesitance now that you had seen the side of him that loved you unconditionally. He didn’t understand why you were so afraid now. 

It took him a few evenings to realize that you weren’t afraid of him; you were afraid of this new side of yourself that appreciated what he did for you. 

It started with a test. San was used to your false friendliness with others. You did this to fit in, much like himself. But he watched with his Adam’s apple bobbing, as you flirted with the convenience store clerk. That one found an untimely death on the roof with a plastic bag over his head. A man who bumped into you when you walked in the park one afternoon hand in hand ended up fish food in the pretty pond in said park. 

And every time he took care of the trash that dared bother you, he always made sure to kiss your temple and tell you he would love you forever. 

One particular night, when he was sliding through the shadows along the hallway after killing a man who he had overheard speaking about your ass, he found your soft, perfect form was in a chair in the living room. 

“San?” You called out with confidence that made San curious.

“Babe?” San straightened, automatically adjusting the gloves he ritually adorned before his kills. 

“Don’t clean up just yet,” You demanded.

San tilted his head and smiled, his eyes disappearing in his adoration for you. “Of course, my love, whatever you desire.” He stood with his hands loosely in front of him, one hand on his wrist, awaiting further instructions.

“You didn’t give me a kiss yet. You always do when you get home.” You mentioned, a little too casually.

San, without hesitation, crossed the wooden floor with quick steps, to press his lips to yours. He could practically feel the vibrations of your shudder run through your body and into his lips. What did that shudder mean? San’s hands, still gloved, whispered over your robe and automatically stroked your spine. You practically melted against his jacket, as you usually did when he attacked your most vulnerable spot. 

“Only my hands can touch you,” San murmured into your hair. Your scent enveloped him and he couldn't help but inhale deeply. 

“San, do you truly love me that much?” The question comes from a different line of thought and he was pretty sure he knew what you were thinking. You are his darling, of course, he knows everything about you.

San pushed you back by grabbing both your upper arms and then moved his hands to cup your face instead. His thumbs stroked your cheeks, eyes almost teary-eyed in his insanity. He could never dwell on just how much he loved you otherwise he’d go over a cliff he could never come back from. You needed him so he could never entertain it, even though he was sure he would have some fun along the way. 

There is blood on your robe, smeared along your face, and San thought perhaps you’ve never looked more beautiful than covered in the blood of the man who dared touch your privileged body. “If I can’t protect you, then what is my purpose?”

San watched as you fought with your logic and your beast. You knew what the wet substance was against your face and you knew what was on San. But when your tongue sneaked out subconsciously to catch the drop along the corner of your lip, San thought that he loved you even more than before. You were his to protect, his to twist, his to love forever. 

“I love you,” You whispered and San’s heart dipped and soared. 

San smiled through the tears that did actually fall down his cheeks. You, his beloved, his love, loved him. He knew you did, of course he did, but it never failed to knock him senseless when you said it. San peppered your face with kisses, sniffling and laughing, until he kissed your lips and you moaned into his mouth.

It wasn’t long before he pulled the knot to your robe to discover you had nothing underneath. With one gloved hand on the small of your back and the other cupping the back of your head, San had your back against the wall between the windows, making out with you and grinding his slacks against your bare cunt. San was fully clothed and you had your robe falling into the crook of your elbows, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You whined against his mouth until he broke the kiss. “San, make love to me,” You pleaded.

San shook his head. “No, let me pray to you.”

San, with the help of you balancing back onto the wall, slid down your body so that your legs were over his shoulder as he braced his hands against the wallpaper. He had only the use of his mouth but it did not hinder his lips and teeth nipping and pulling at your lower lips. 

Your hands dived into his hair, holding him against you, encouraging him to make love with his lips against yours. His tongue worked against you sloppily. At first, he was more in the mind set to sweep up as much of your wetness along his taste buds than give you pleasure. His muffled groan at the taste of you made you cry out in pleasure. 

San brought you to completion as your thighs shook and he slurped up all the creamy goodness that came from your cunt. You breathed heavily above him and he let you slide down with him until both your asses were on the floor. 

San leaned over, unhinged and unleashed, and licked your cheek, where the blood had been smeared against your face. “I love you, forever.”

You giggled, an edge to yours that San recognized, having balanced on the same knife’s edge of sanity. You were so perfectly his. “I love you too, Sannie.”

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 23 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing, spanking, SMUT, oral, fingering, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: Hello everyone! I was missing writing some smutty scenes for these two but oof🫣 This is just pure filth. Please enjoy😉

Please comment, message, and reblog if you feel so inclined.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3 ! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

You felt your anger boil over at Elvis’ behavior. This wasn’t new, he always played with you and teased you to no end, but this was unbearable. You were just trying to gain your bearings as a vampire and he just had to get you all riled up. He won, yet again, so it shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does.

You slam the empty blood bag on the table and storm out of the room. You can hear Elvis’ pompous little laugh ring out as you leave and it only pisses you off more. He thought it was funny teasing you like that! Watching you beg and whimper in agony for him. You can’t get a grip on any of your emotions right now and everything feels out of hand. All you want to do is scream and shout at him for being so difficult and then the next, you want to tease him back, making him beg for you in so many different ways. But your anger got the best of you for some reason and that thought had to be put on hold. You’ve never felt so upset about something as trivial as wanting blood, but everything was different now. The need for it was overwhelming and you couldn’t help but be a little scared by these feelings.

You pull the robe off of you and go into the closet to find something else to put on. You put on some panties and slip on a light flowy dress to go on the balcony and cool down.

Opening the sliding door, you step outside and the ocean breeze hits you. All these overwhelming sensations hit you at once; it was way too bright out here, the smells you were breathing in were all too strong and powerful, and the noise of the city below you was ear-shatteringly loud.

You cover your ears with your hands in the hope that can block out some noise but it’s no use. Your nose burned with aromas of food and the sea salt of the ocean and….blood. Oh shit, you smell it everywhere. You can smell all kinds of different traces of blood coming from below you and it makes you hungry all over again even though your thirst subsided not two minutes ago. You look down over the balcony and see people walking from the beach and the more you focus on them, the stronger the scent of blood swirled in your head.

Oh shit, this isn’t good… oh God what do I do…

You can’t help but panic a bit, not being able to get a grasp on your new heightened senses. Your body jumps when you feel Elvis grab your arm.

“Honey?” He says quietly.

You turn around quickly and look up at him frazzled.

“It’s okay honey, just calm down,” he says placidly. You yank your arm away from him and scowl.

“Do you think I’m going to listen to you now? After treating me like that? No, just go away,” you snap at him, pushing past him to go back into the bedroom. The loud commotion outside still rings in your head and you can’t get it to be any quieter. You grumble frustrated, not knowing what to do or how to calm yourself down.

You feel Elvis grab your arm once more and he squeezes it tighter to keep you still.

“No, I’m not goin’ away. You need to listen to me or do you want to hear every last sound on Earth until it drives you crazy hmm?” He asks calmly, but his eyes look at you intensely.

“I can figure it out by myself! Stop smothering me,” you snap.

He gives you a crooked little smile and lets out a low growl. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You scream in protest, “Let me down! Right now Elvis! This isn’t funny!” You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he’s still stronger than you making it all pointless in fighting him. You feel a hard spank land on your ass making you yelp by the contact of his hand.

“That’s enough from you,” he snaps. You hadn’t been spanked by him in so long that it surprised you the way it felt.

He sets you down firmly on the bed and holds your arms down by your side. His eyes are blazing but his overall demeanor is calm and collected.

“You don’t wanna listen? That’s fine, don’t listen to me. But I know how to make you listen so just keep that in mind. I’ll get no pleasure out of it trust me,” he growls. You feel your heart pound away and you challenge him by looking straight into those intense golden eyes.

“Yeah I’m sure you won’t,” you say smartly, grumbling under your breath. You get hit by this wave of anger coming off of him that makes you freeze. He wasn’t joking anymore and was dead serious about your attitude.

“Woman I swear to Christ,” he says through his teeth, turning you around quickly, and making you face down on the bed. You grunt and try to squirm out of his grasp. He holds your wrists crossed together with one of his hands and puts them at the small of your back.

“Elvis!” you warn. He doesn’t listen as he proceeds to pull your dress up and rip off your panties in one quick motion.

He leans down and growls in your ear, “Don’t you Elvis me, you lay there and take your punishment,” he says shortly. That’s when you feel him spank you on the ass, hard, the sting of his hand leaving your backside hot.

“Shit,” you yelp.

You keep trying to get your hands free, thinking with this new strength you possess, maybe you can wiggle your way out of this. Even with just one hand keeping you still, he’s much more powerful than you and all your fighting strength is useless in trying to get yourself free.

He gives you another hard swat and you gasp out in shock.

“Elvis don’t you-,” you yelp as you feel his hand spank you again.

“I turned my wife into an immortal brat haven’t I?” He growls, swatting you again. “I thought you loved me enough to listen to me,” he grumbles.

You feel the anger inside you hit the brink and you can feel your fangs descend out of anger. You twist your head over your shoulder and bare your teeth at him. He laughs amused at you and gives you another spank, fire roaring inside you. The stinging left on your skin makes your eyes water and gasp for breath. He pushes your head down back on the bed, leaning down once more to make you listen.

“Oh honey you did not just hiss at me… are you really going to make me spank you harder,” He hisses back at you. He gives you one more hard spank and your body betrays you and a moan comes out of you. He snickers at this reaction and gives you one more for good measure, making you moan again.

“Sucha bad, bad girl. I can’t believe my own wife is acting this way,” he hisses, squeezing a handful of your ass in his hand. You groan at the added pressure and feel his thumb graze your entrance.

“Honey please, stop teasing,” you whimper, feeling your arousal pool inside you.

“Are you ready to listen or do you want me to keep spanking you,” He asks devilishly, his fingertips grazing your folds more as he runs his hand back up to your ass. You can’t help but moan again when he does that. You wanted him more than anything and all he’s done is tease you to death.

“Goddamn it you’re impossible,” you groan, “stop teasing me and do something good with those hands for once,” you say over your shoulder and give him a sly smirk.

“You are the impossible one!” He growls, flipping you over on your back and going straight in for your neck and nipping there. It wasn’t a playful bite, it served as a warning. You both growl as he does this and he looks down into your fiery eyes.

“Listen to me, please,” he says low, making you sit up and focus on him. You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. He kneels down and takes your hands in his but you try to get free from his grasp.

“Enough please, I’m trying to help you,” he says.

“You have a weird way of doing it,” you huff.

“Y/n! No more! You can’t deal with this all on your own. I’m trying to help you in the best way that I can!”

“You know I had to figure all my abilities out on my own and do you know where that got me? It turned me into an unrestrained, blood-obsessed vampire that wreaked havoc on any human I came into contact with. One that couldn’t stop feeding even when I was full. I will not have you develop the same habits as me. I couldn’t block out any of my other senses and the only way I knew how to was to feed and feed til I didn’t feel anything more. That’s what will happen if you don’t learn how to control yourself,” he growls.

The air felt thick with tension and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. You should be thankful you had him trying to help you in any way he could even if you didn’t want him to.

“I umm.. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know how hard it was on you. I honestly didn’t know how hard all of this would be,” you confess, looking away from him.

“I know, you just need to trust me that what I’m trying to teach you is going to help in the long run. I know how overwhelming this all is and think it’s unfair, but I wish I had someone telling me no and showing me how to live with these powers properly,” he says pausing, “It probably would have saved me a lot of self-loathing that you love so much,” he teases.

“I get it, I’m listening,” you say low, throwing daggers back at him.

“Okay, good. First thing, that temper of yours is going to get you in trouble if you don’t learn to control it.” He quips. You roll your eyes at him and he lifts your chin to look at him. His silent warning comes off like a siren and you divert your eyes away.

You try to recollect yourself. “I’m listening, I swear,” you tell him.

“With our abilities, every emotion’s heightened, so when you feel anger, it's like a radioactive bomb just went off inside of you. It doesn’t need to be that way, or actually, it shouldn’t be that way. There’s no need to get that upset about anything in this world when everything comes to us so easily. So when you get upset, you don’t need to let the whole world know. It's best to learn how to let things go because a human will always be in the path of your anger. Also because I can feel your emotions now tenfold, it would be nice to not feel so angry too. I thought I had my temper under control before I met you,” he winks.

“Yeah… that’s going to need some getting used to. I’m sorry I was so angry. All of this is frustrating and I don’t know why I feel so emotional in not getting my way but it just overtook me.”

“That’s normally what happens, honey. When I woke up for the first time as a vampire, I couldn’t get a grip on anything whether it was my emotions or my thirst. It was all really bad and the damage I caused could have been a lot worse, but it was still awful. I looked for Raphael everywhere, demanding an answer to what he had done to me. To no avail, I never found him obviously, and went off on a spree. I guess in a way I was in denial and couldn’t fathom what I had been turned into. Like you, vampires were just stories, myths that you’d tell kids to scare them and make them think twice about going out at night. But it was all very real and I’d lock myself in the bathroom, trying to get a hold of this all. I felt everything you’re feeling now, the hunger, the intense emotions, the heightened senses, I was helpless.”

“I won’t let it be like that for you. No matter how many times you tell me to go away or you don’t want my help, I will not do that to you. I love you too damn much to watch you struggle. Feeling that would kill me inside,” you say looking into your eyes.

You nod in agreement, understanding that you need to think about both of you when something happens since this bond so tightly attaches you to one another. Just sitting here you can feel the worry run off of him and you feel bad for giving him such a hard time about all of this.

An ambulance’s siren wails off in the distance and you grimace over the obnoxious sound ringing in your ears.

“Ahh shit! How do I make it stop being so loud!” You grunt, covering your ears with your palms.

“It’s going to be okay honey, take a deep breath. A lot of this power we have needs a focus point, just like feeding. You can’t just let all your senses go free and not hone in on what you want or what you want to feel. Having to hear everything all at once is awful, trust me. Or having to smell so much blood is agonizing.”

“I know you might not like it when I say this, but I need you to focus on me. Only me. Focus on my voice and block out the rest of the noise outside. Only let yourself hear what you want. Focus on my scent,” he explains.

You compose yourself and try to do just that, focusing on Elvis’ energy and nothing else outside. It was hard, you never noticed how loud everything really was when you were human. He squeezes your hands in assurance, trying to get you to focus.

“You can do this, just focus on one thing at a time and it won’t feel as overwhelming,” he instructs. You take a few deep breaths, collect your thoughts, and focus on Elvis. You try to center your thoughts on the sound of his heartbeat. You hear it, and it sounds much different than the other times you’ve laid on his chest and heard almost nothing. It was now much stronger, almost normal sounding, and you put your hand on his chest. You can feel it almost flutter by your touch and that sound fills your ears like a harmonious orchestra.

The rumble of cars on the street started to fade and the sound of the wind was minimal.

You take a deep breath in and wafts of scents fill your nose. Mainly blood but also food and the saltiness of the sea. You keep focusing on him and try to get that beautiful smell in your mind.

It hits you and you feel your mouth water. You look up at him and see a cute little smile on his face.

“There you go. See, I knew you could do it. It just takes practice, darling that’s all,” he coos.

You nod your head, even though you know he’s right, you hate how difficult he had to be. He looks at you in awe, memorizing all the smallest details on your face. He kisses the back of your hand then puts his hands on your smooth thighs. Electric sparks consume you and you hold your breath as his hands trail to your back and then up to your face.

“I just can’t believe you’re a vampire. I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he says softly.

“I know,” you whisper back.

“I can’t get over it, honey. I know it’s our bond and everything, but I just can’t stop touchin’ ya.” He says as his hand rakes down your back.

“It’s not like you kept your hands off of me before…” you say smugly.

A sly smirk falls over his face, “yeah, and? Never heard you complain about it once,” he teases.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head at him then let this long silence hang over you two. You can feel the way his heated gaze was looking at every inch of you. It made you flustered, to say the least. You still felt the wetness that had pooled in between your thighs and looked back up at him longingly. You synch your dress up higher, exposing more of your legs to him and you watch as his eyes fall where you wanted them to go.

“So… do you plan on cleaning up the mess you made,” you say, guiding his fingers to your soaked entrance, “or is this another lesson of yours?” You say smartly.

“Oh honey, you know me too well, I can’t surprise you anymore can I?” He says slyly. His finger swipes through your folds and makes you gasp as you feel like your body is on fire with desire. He does it again and makes sure to look at your face as it falls apart by his touch.

“But we have a plane to catch,” he continues, taking you by the hand.

“Where are we going?” You ask surprised.

“Back home, we have more to learn baby. It’ll be better to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city. We can always come back here whenever you want.”

*

Elvis quickly changed before you both left the hotel to an all-black outfit; looking decadent as ever. You quickly packed all your stuff and shoved it into your suitcases, not worrying about making your clothes neat. He was pulling you out the door before you knew it and covered you in kisses along the way.

You both get to the airport and get on the private jet that’s waiting for you at the end of the tarmac. You were disappointed you were leaving this gorgeous place, but Elvis was right, it would be better to learn more about your abilities in the quiet grounds of Graceland. The sunglasses you wore made it much more tolerable to look outside the window as you drove to the airport. Elvis also wore his signature glasses, shielding his glowing golden eyes away from any humans you might encounter on the way to the airport. Everything was still too loud but you tried to keep your focus on Elvis’ heart and that seemed to make everything a bit better.

You step out of the car and the warm Hawaii sun hits your pale skin. It stings like you have a fresh sunburn after only being out here for a few seconds. It's not too painful, but you can understand why most vampires try to avoid being in the sun for too long. Elvis gets out of the car behind you and takes your hand in his.

“It doesn’t feel too bad but it does feel annoying if you stay out for too long. You’ll get used to it,” he says as you walk to the stairs of the plane.

You nod your head and he leads you up the stairs to the plane. The inside of it had about six seats and a small table with chairs in the back. You decided to sit in the back as Elvis was talking to the pilot before sitting down. The slick between your legs was still there and you cursed under your breath when you sat down. You should have changed your clothes before you left but you were too distracted by the events of the last hour or so. It was going to take a lot of practice to reign in your emotions and not let them take over your entire day because all you wanted to do was drink his blood and fuck him till the sun comes up again.

Yet again, Elvis was right when he said you’d only want him more as a vampire. You knew it was because of your bond and all your new senses, but damn him for being spot-on about it all. You wanted him to be wrong about something for once. The more you thought about having an intimate moment with him, your mind could barely handle it. You had a feeling it was going to be more intense in every way and you didn’t know how you were going to handle that.

There was one flight attendant on the plane and she offered you something to drink and you politely declined. It was going to be strange not drinking or eating anything you realized. You could smell her blood being this close to her and hold your breath so you don’t feel the need to feed. She starts to walk away and you slowly exhale, remaining calm and trying not to freak yourself out. It worked, but you definitely need more practice being around humans.

Elvis was still busy with the pilot so you decide to go to the restroom to have a moment to yourself. You splash some water on your face and try to recollect yourself. Patting your face dry with a towel, you look up at your reflection and are still in shock by the appearance of yourself. You looked like you always have, but there was this immortal aspect to yourself you couldn’t ignore.

You were too prim and proper even though you just rolled out of bed a few hours ago. Your natural waves looked sleek and shiny and even your skin looked flawless like you just did your makeup or something. Your posture was all too perfect and the way your golden eyes glowed made it all much more apparent that you weren’t human anymore.

At least they’re not blood-thirsty red…

It was all so strange. There wasn’t any amount of time that could have prepared you for any of this. You had a few months to mentally get ready and kiss your human life away, but this is all so much more.

You grab some toilet paper and try your best to wipe the wetness off of your dress before stepping out of the bathroom. Elvis is sitting in the back looking in your direction, waiting expectantly for you to come closer.

“Everything okay darlin’?” He asks smoothly.

“Yes I’m fine,” you assure him.

“Come sit down, we’re about to take off any second now,” he says softly, beckoning you to him.

You go to him on the long sofa-like seats that have your back against the windows. Before you can take the seat beside him, he quickly snatches you up and sits you on his lap. You gasp and feel his grip around your waist tighten.

“Thought this would be the safest seat on the plane,” he says cheekily.

You slightly adjust your position on him and feel the slick that’s still stuck on the back of your dress and in between your thighs. You silently grimace at the feeling and look at him with a little smile.

“Oh I don’t know about that… this seat feels a bit… dangerous,” you breathe.

His lips curl into a smirk and pulls you in closer.

“I don’t know what you mean darlin’. I’m not doin’ anything,” he teases patting the side of your ass with his hand, “you on the other hand, you are just crying to be fucked, aren’t you? You never put on another pair of panties before we left?” He grins.

“No, I didn’t. Figured you’d be ripping them off anyway,” you breathe.

He shakes his head at you and you suddenly can hear the roar of the plane’s engines start to rumble. The engine grew louder and louder and you were starting to get drowned by the sound. You look at Elvis not knowing what to do and grip onto his shirt.

“It’s okay baby. Just do what you did last time, block out everything, and focus on what you want to hear. What was it that made you finally feel better in the hotel?” He asks.

“Your heart. I focused on your heart,” you tell him, putting your hand on his chest and smiling. You can slowly feel everything start to fade away and look back into his gorgeous eyes. He smiles at you and rubs your cheek with his thumb.

“It’s so much louder now,” you say low, feeling the warmth of his chest.

“I know, I think that’s all thanks to you. You made me feel… whole again,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

It felt too good for him to kiss you like this. You were love drunk on him and the way he could have you melt into him so easily. You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to get closer to him. Even though you didn’t technically need to breathe like a normal human, he still left you completely breathless. Your head felt like it was in a daze with the way his hands lit your body on fire. Your arousal pooled and you were dying for him to touch you anywhere below the waist.

He breaks the kiss to look at you and you notice in the window behind him you’re high above the clouds now, metaphorically and physically.

“Touch me,” you whimper. His eyes look serious and he caresses your face once more.

“Like this sweetheart?” He says low.

You take a deep breath in and try not to get too flustered.

“No, you know where I want your hands…” you whisper.

He takes his hands slowly down your body til they find your thighs and spread them apart slightly, giving him access to where you need him the most. He runs his fingers up and down over them, slowly kissing your cheek and neck.

“Mmm, so wet for me aren’t you?” He whispers, biting your ear lobe. His deep, gravelly voice makes you tingle to your core. He keeps his fingers inches away from your dripping heat and it leaves you begging for more.

“Honey, please,” you whimper louder.

“Shhh, honey you have to be quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear you begging now do we?” He says motioning to the flight attendant behind the curtain separating the front of the cabin from the rest of it.

You bite the inside of your cheek and quickly look at him. “Okay,” you breathe.

“Good baby. That’s what I like to hear,” he coos. His fingers wander to find your core and you gasp at the sensation.

“Fuck honey, you feel so good. All of this is because I was spanking you hmm?” He says low. Your breathing hitches and you grab on tightly to the back of his shirt.

“Yes,” you breathe, “I liked it too much…I can’t help but want you. You said it yourself, I’m only needier as a vampire,” you tell him, nipping at the crook of his neck. He grunts at the sensation and he finds your sensitive bud.

“Mhmm… I just never thought it was going to be this bad,” he says as he teases your entrance. Your hips can’t help but buck into his hand more and hope he doesn’t tease you for too much longer. He nods his head at you, liking how he’s got you craving more.

“That’s it, baby…You have to promise to be quiet for me okay? And I’ll give you what you want,” he continues.

“Please, I’ll be good I promise,” you whimper.

He nods his head at you and bites his bottom lip as he scrunches your dress up higher to take a look at you.

He places more kisses on your neck and they make you dizzy. You’re so starved for his touch and can’t help but claw at his back. It felt like the first time he touched you, how you instantly needed more attention and couldn’t help but lean into his body. You sigh as you feel him gently rub your clit in concentrated circles. He grunts softly to himself as more slick gathers on his fingertips.

You can feel how much he loves this, how he’s growing more aroused with the longer he touches you. It’s so suffocating the way you can feel his need for you beat out of his chest. This lust he has begins to consume every last thought you have. You need him more than ever and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

“Oh honey,” you sigh, feeling the throbbing grow worse inside you now. You have to shut your eyes and fight the urge to groan his name.

“Fuck baby I know. You’re driving me insane too. Your pussy just dying for me hmm?” He asks low. You take a sharp breath in and nip at his ear.

“Please, yes I’m dying for you,” you cry softly.

With a soft grunt, he slowly starts to stuff two of his fingers inside you and squeal softly, looking at him wide-eyed. It felt like the first time he ever touched you; overwhelming and intense. Your entrance was too sensitive, too tight, like you haven’t been touched in eons. You quickly put your hand over your mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. He felt so good it made your jaw drop, and if this is how you were feeling with just his fingers, you would not be able to last a second with his cock inside you.

He proceeds to curl his fingers inside you and pulls your hand off your mouth. You look at him with pleading eyes and your breathing continues to hitch.

“I wanna see that pretty face. Looks so good when you’re getting pleasured,” he coos, biting his lip gently, looking up and down at your trembling body.

“Baby, please, this is too much,” you whimper.

“This is too much? Oh, baby what are you going to say when my is cock deep inside you?” He taunts. You growl low, clawing your fingernails down his back. Just the idea of that has you reeling in agony. You try to bury your face in his neck to smell his delicious scent, wanting so badly to take a big bite into it. You could hear his heart hammer away the more he teases you and it fills you more with need.

“Jesus I can’t-, it’s going to be like the first time,” you gasp, seeing flashbacks of your passionate throes of lovemaking in the penthouse as you close your eyes.

“Oh but darlin’, I’ve been daydreaming about the things I’d do to you once you were turned. I’ve had quite some time to think about that,” he teases.

Your stomach flutters at the thought and his fingers twist deeper inside you. His knuckles press up against your folds and you gasp, loving how he’s stuffing you to the brink with his long fingers.

“Oh God… like what?” You ask breathlessly, clutching onto him tighter.

“Make you beg for things… have you beg for my mouth, my fingers… have you begging for my cock to fill this needy pussy. Now that you’re turned, I don’t have to be so afraid of breaking you while I have you,” he snickers softly. He nips at your neck and your eyes roll back, gasping for breath.

Oh, this man was going to ruin you when you got home, no doubt about it. You couldn’t fathom what he had in mind but you already knew you were going to be an absolute mess because of it. The last part of what he said lingered in your mind though and had to ask.

“What do you mean-, you weren’t… you mean to tell me you were holding back essentially?” You pant, his fingers hitting that spot deep inside you that leaves you wanting to cry out to the heavens. Your mouth falls open in shock and he nods his head at you.

“Yeah, baby.” He smirks.

“Every. Single. Time.” You say, groaning through our teeth.

“Mhmm, I had to be nice and gentle with ya. I couldn’t squeeze you the way I really wanted or have you ride me harder. You were so fragile as a human,” he pauses giving you more kisses. You grind your hips into his hand and do everything in your power to not cry out his name.

God, I want that… I want to fuck you so bad, you cry inside your head. More need flows out of him like hot lava and pours onto you, making you want him more.

Elvis shifts his head to the side, examining you with a key-like precision, noticing how you are overcome with feeling all his desire for you. He presses his lips together briefly, “But now, oh honey now, you’re just as strong as me.” He coos with a twist of his fingers, “Now I can ruin that perfect little pussy. I can make love to you nice and slow or fuck you how I really want to. That’s what I’ve been dyin’ to do,” he growls to you.

It’s all too much. To fathom the idea that the intense, wild sex you’ve already had with him was fulfilling enough, you come to find out he’s been barely showing you what he really wants to do to you? Oh God, you’re not going to survive any of this. Immortal or not, you were going to pass out from all of this.

“Elvis, oh God…” you say weakly.

“Mhmm, I can’t wait to show you what I mean,” he growls, tilting your body away from him and nipping at your chest. “I needju so badly,” he slurs, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. He grunts softly as the sounds of your wetness spills out of you. The coil in your belly tightens exponentially with all this teasing and you begin to feel your body shutter by his touch. He hushes you as you’re beginning to lose your control and he slowly starts to pull his fingers out of you, only teasing your entrance. You take a sharp breath in, not wanting him to stop any time soon. But you suddenly feel eyes looking at the back of your head and Elvis sits up straighter.

“Mr. and Mrs. Presley? Do you need anything? Any refreshments or snacks?” The stewardess says softly. Your whole body goes stiff and you look panicked at Elvis.

His whole demeanor is casual and calm like there isn’t a care in the world right now. Or the fact he has you on the brink of coming undone on his fingers. One move and you won’t be able to hide this facade of just sitting on his lap innocently. You grip tightly onto his forearm and try to get him to stop his teasing.

“No, thank you for asking. Darlin’? You want anything?” He asks you, sarcasm lacing his words. You glare daggers at him and shake your head no.

“What was that honey? I don’t think she heard you,” he taunts. You want to scream at him for being so awful right now. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s planning on getting you to crumble in his hands.

You take a slow, deep breath, hoping to God your voice doesn’t sound as pathetic as it probably does, and hope she doesn’t come any closer. You can’t get a single word out. You’re too flustered and your brain screams at him to stop all of this. He quickly curls his fingers inside you, using a come hither motion to push up inside your pussy, rubbing the spot that can send you into the stratosphere. He keeps doing it, over, and over, and over. Pushing at that spot. His spot. All his.

Your nails dig deeper into his forearm and you’re almost sure you’re going to draw blood from it. Your eyes scream at him and press your lips together in agony. He just cocks his head to the side slightly, patiently waiting for your response. You take another deep breath and turn your head to the side slightly.

“No, thank you for asking,” you say sweetly and slowly start to lean back into Elvis's body, trying to make it seem as casual as possible.

“Yes, we appreciate it. We’ll call on you if we need anything for the rest of the flight,” Elvis assured her. You hear her heels thud on the carpet floor as she walks away and the swish of the curtain closing.

You sit back up and grab his jaw in your hand to get him to look at you straight in the eye.

“You’re fucking vile, you know that?” You hiss in his face. He smirks at you and slowly exhales, examining all the frustration slapped across your face.

“I just wanted to see what you’d do,” he jests, continuing to fuck you with his long fingers.

You groan and let go of his face as you look down to see his fingers covered in your slick.

“Fuck you,” you huff.

“You don’t mean that darlin’. Don’t you want me?” He asks low as he takes your hand and leads it to his straining cock in his pants. Heat radiated from it and you whimper at the feeling of him.

“Yes… I do,” you choke out. He hums softly and starts to move his fingers faster. You can’t hold back anymore and feel your coil getting ready to snap.

“Mhmm, good baby. Look what you’ve done to me,” he pauses, making you move your fingers more along his long length. You hiss at the sensation and look at him pleading as he continues, “You like how that feels? You remember how hard it feels inside of you,” he tells you, his sensual voice making your body grow weaker by the second.

“Oh yes,” you cry softly into his neck. You rock your hips into him harder and try to stay silent. Your core aches to have some kind of release.

“That’s it, baby, let me feel you come apart,” he coos in your ear. You don’t need to be told again and your walls flutter and squeeze around his two fingers. Your orgasm rips through you like never before and you feel breathless as your body tries to get a grip on what it’s feeling. You scratch and pull at his hair, everything consuming your body and panting rapidly. Your vision goes blurry and you can’t believe you can feel so good. Your legs begin to shake and you squeeze your thighs around his hand. He groans too, feeling your slick walls respond to him with ease.

“Goddamn baby, so fucking needy,” he groans into your ear, “I wish it was my cock inside you,” he growls.

You can’t take much else or you were going to let out a loud scream so you keep your face buried in his neck to silence you. Your hand keeps rubbing his length, noticing how his body responds to you too so easily. Your fingers find his pants button and zipper and start to unfasten them. He grunts as he watches you try to get into his pants.

“And what do you think you’re doin’ darlin’?” He asks with an amused chuckle.

“I want you. I want to feel you,” you tell him, slowly getting off of him and kneeling in between his open legs. You gasp slightly as he pulls his fingers out of you and gives you a heated gaze. Your hand quickly finds his cock, pulling it out of his pants and groaning at the sight. He felt warm and heavy in your palm, throbbing slightly as you glide your hand up and down on it. There was so much you wanted to do to him but you knew you had plenty of time later to do that. He shifts uncomfortably in the seat and looks at you wide-eyed, not expecting you to do any of this.

“Honey,” he says as a warning, “you trying to get caught,” he hisses, motioning toward the front of the cabin.

“Just stay quiet, then we won’t get seen hmm?” You say smartly, pumping your hand along his shaft and licking your lips as he looks hungrily at you.

He quickly looks back toward the front of the plane, then back to you.

“They’re wondering why we’re so quiet,” he chuckles. You turn your head to the front of the cabin and can hear the pilots too, murmuring to each other how they think your behaviors are strange.

“Well too bad. If you happen to get louder, you’ll just have to compel them to forget the sounds you’ve made,” you snicker.

He doesn’t say anything, he waits for your next move patiently. You pull his pants down more and massage his heavy balls in one hand, and pump his cock with the other. He instantly groans heavily and you smirk at him.

“Shhh honey, be nice and quiet for me, mkay?” You tease, your hand continuing to work on him. He leans his head back and huffs softly, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Goddamn it baby,” he whimpers. You don’t listen to any of his protests and keep teasing him, touching him in all the areas that you know can easily make him fall apart.

Your thumb glides down from his peeking tip and runs it all the way down to the base of his dick. He lets out a frustrated groan and pulls his pants down more, freeing him from the constraints of them. He angles himself to face the back of the plane and has you kneel in between his legs. He spreads his legs wider for you once again and smirks at you wickedly.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, baby,” he grunts.

Your body shutters at the sound of his voice and quickly pull your hair to one side of your neck. You pull at one of Elvis’ hands to grab onto your gathered hair and he pulls it tight. You moan at the sensation and his hands twist your hair tighter at the top of your head. You cry out softly, looking up at him with innocent eyes. Your tongue swirls on his tip, making him groan loudly. You repeat it over and over and each time, his hips try to buck up into your mouth. You anticipate this and don’t let him in any more than that. He’s so sensitive, unable to hide his need for you, and can’t sit still.

“Sit still,” you whisper, a devious smirk slapped across your face.

“I can’t,” he growls, “you feel too good.”

You go back to teasing him and put more pressure around his balls. He gasps at the sensation and pulls at your hair hard, making you look at him.

“Fucking hell baby. You’re going to make me come like that,” he hisses. You don’t stop though, and slowly start to suck on him, putting more of his hot length in your mouth.

His hips grind into you, stuffing more of himself into you. He doesn’t hold back the moans he’s making, loving every second of this. You love it too, you want to make him fall apart as quickly as possible. He bucks his hips into you once again and you gag around him, still not used to his long length inside you like this. You quickly take him out of your mouth and try to catch your breath, looking up at him in shock.

He smirks slightly before speaking, “What baby? Is this still too much for you to handle?” He says smartly.

“I can handle it just fine,” you growl. “You are the one who won’t be able to handle much more of this,” you tease.

He brags he knows how to get you unraveled but you know how to do the same to him. You suck and lick on him more, pumping the rest of his length in your hand. He pulls onto your hair tighter and lets out a guttural moan as he pants heavily.

“Fuckin’ hell mama,” he growls.

You look up at him with your pleading eyes, knowing that he can’t handle you looking at him like this. You feel his body stiffen and he leans his head back, exposing his delicious long neck. He quickly looks back down and looks like he’s in a daze, so heavily drunk on you and your mouth.

You move quicker on him and his mouth falls into a beautiful O shape, his eyebrows furrowed, and his chest heaving.

“Oh baby,” he groans through his teeth, bucking his hips up into you and grunting heavily. His cock twitches and he lets his white, thick release pour into your mouth. You groan too when you feel it, squeezing your thighs together as you feel your arousal pool again. You put more of his hot length inside your mouth as he comes, making him gasp for breath. “Fuck baby, just like that,” he sighs, helping you take more of him. You moan with him inside you and he likes your response.

You slowly start to take him out of your mouth and make sure he’s watching as you swallow his whole load. He bites his lips while watching you, turned on by the sight in front of him. He lets go of your hair and pulls you back onto his lap once more.

“Naughty little vampire you’ve become,” he quips, pulling you by the back of your neck and kissing you with blinding need. You moan into his touch and tangle your fingers into his hair.

“You love it though,” you whimper in his ear. He nods his head and covers your cheek in kisses.

“Mhmm, I do,” he says in between kisses.

“You’re definitely going to have to compel them to forget those sounds you made,” you tease.

“I’ll do it before we land,” he says nonchalantly, reaching to kiss you again. You throw him a confused look and wait for his explanation of why he won’t just do it now.

“This is a long flight back to Memphis darlin’. I think I might need to make you beg for me a little longer. I need watch you come apart more.” He says slyly, flipping you over onto the seats and onto your back as his hands roam up your legs. You’ll always be deprived for this man, never able to get enough and you know he feels the same way with you.

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🩸 A Steddie Big Bang Fic 🌙

Chapter 6

story by: @patchworkgargoyle || art by: @mcdadarts || playlist to come by: @steves-strapcollection || beta'd by: @tboygareth Rating: E || Words: ~6k || CW: blood drinking, accidental to intentional voyeurism, mutual masturbation (kinda) || Full tag list on ao3! Fic title from Wolf Like Me - TV On The Radio We're getting into the spicy shit with Eddie's pov today, folks! Mind the content warnings.

The research crew lasted twenty minutes after Harrington left before they gave up studying. Dustin insisted they’d checked every single musty tome even vaguely related to werewolves already and found nothing, and sitting there going through them all again was a waste of valuable time.

What wasn’t a waste, apparently, was sitting in the Harrington’s living room and watching a recorded version of Grease, commercials and all. Not that it mattered, because the kids all talked over themselves during the whole movie anyway. Though, sometimes, Eleven (and Eddie had yet to have that name explained) stopped to sing along under her breath and it warmed Eddie’s cold, sluggish heart so much that he sang Greased Lightnin’ with her. He hoped that would save him from facing Max’s brutal wit being turned on him for being a metalhead singing to a damn musical.

These children that Steve surrounded himself with–or, from the stories Dustin had been telling, it sounded like they adopted him instead–were insanely brilliant and brave, and the way they talked about Steve now that he wasn’t around wasputting even more cracks in the walls Eddie had put up to keep Steve at a distance. Not that it’d been working well in the first place. Steve himself had smashed a hole through it when he offered Eddie his own blood (something Eddie did his level best to Not Think About), despite only knowing Eddie for a little over a week. But Dustin, Max, and El, all so much more like Eddie than Steve was in school, and yet here they were, describing how he’d stopped some kind of lost swamp creature from ruining a farmer’s field, and probably being killed for it, with nothing but his charm and a big bag of compost. What a big damn hero he was.

So, sue him if he’d been rethinking all of his Doctrine bullshit. Steve wasn’t King of Hawkins High anymore; he was grumpy on the mornings he had an early shift, he indulged Eddie’s long-winded ramblings, owned a terrifying amount of medieval weaponry, and he took care of his people. And Eddie had found himself temporarily counted amongst them. It chafed and made him feel special at the same time.

Sometimes he found himself sneaking around the gym attached to the monster hunter library while Steve–no, Harrington swung around all sorts of dangerous and spiky implements in a training regimen designed to put all his rippling muscles on very athletic display. Eddie told himself he was studying up. In the unlikely event that Harrington did turn on him, of course. It was the smart thing to do.

Eddie had zoned out thinking of said training when he heard a car door close outside. Snapped out of his daydream, Eddie's head twitched towards the noise, and when Max’s did too all the kids were on high alert.

“That’s not Steve and Robin,” Max warned.

Dustin looked at Eddie, wide-eyed, and Eddie felt his hands clench in the arm of the couch. “Maybe it’s one of your moms?” he suggested, but Max shook her head. “Fuck.”

“It’s fine, I’ll answer the door, people know me and Steve are like this,” Dustin wrapped his middle finger over his index, “so that shouldn’t give anything away. I’m here all the time!” His nonchalant shrug did nothing to conceal how his voice cracked nervously and Eddie’s confidence sank lower. “Y’know what, maybe they’re just turning around and won’t even knock–”

Three hesitant knocks echoed down the foyer and Dustin winced.

Max glared, unimpressed. “You jinxed it, moron.”

“Shut up!” he hissed. Waving his hands around like a manic conductor, Dustin made everyone sit in silence while he stared at the door. Eddie hoped this would work, just waiting the person out, but his hopes were dashed when they heard slightly more frantic rapping. “Shit. Alright. Time for Plan B. Eddie, prepare for Plan C.”

“What’s Plan C!?” Eddie whispered anxiously. He hid his face in his hands when Dustin copied Eddie’s Dracula pose from earlier. “No, no, absolutely not, Dustin. Wait, hey!”

The kid raced to the door when the knocking came back and Eddie flung himself to the floor to not risk being seen. The sound of the lock was all the warning he got before Dustin opened the door and: “Oh, um. Hi there, you’re Steve’s friend right?” Eddie knew that voice. “Is he here still?”

Eddie popped up over the couch. “Chris?”

She grinned and waved, so Eddie scrambled off the floor and ran to tug her inside, deftly avoiding the sunshine, then wrapped her in a tight hug. Seeing her was more of a relief than he’d thought. Being stuck in Steve’s house without his stuff, his friends, his uncle…

“Oh fuck, I forgot to leave a note for Wayne.”

Chrissy snort-laughed into his shirt. “He called me and I told him you were okay, but I had to make sure.” She stepped back. “You do look okay. Good, actually. Even though, uh,” she trailed off and saw Dustin standing at the closed door wiggling his eyebrows at Eddie.

He narrowed his eyes at Dustin and subtly shook his head, only getting an eye roll in return. “We’ll talk about that later, I think,” Eddie said. “In the meantime, wanna help me babysit?”

After introductions were made–and El made Chrissy giggle when she bluntly but admiringly stated, “You’re very pretty,”–and they’d all settled back in, Eddie found that Chrissy fit right in. Dustin was a little starstruck at first, which Eddie chalked up to the whole freshman nerd kid and senior cheerleader thing, but as soon as she started asking about the summer camp hat he wore he started infodumping like his life depended on it. Chrissy, used to listening to Eddie’s endless speeches, participated like a pro. The way Dustin’s grin kept growing made Eddie think she’d just earned a friend for life. Eventually Max peeled Dustin away from Chrissy with a few well-placed taunts so she and Eddie could catch up.

Chrissy’s life had been going along as normal, though she’d been keeping tabs on Jason just in case, she told Eddie. He wished that hadn’t made her wince with guilty regret, but they’d fought before over her relationship with him so badly once it nearly cost him their friendship, so he kept his opinion to himself. As far as she knew, though, Jason was acting normally.

Eddie had a little more to talk about. Gossiping about Steve with her was a relief; who knew he’d learn so much about the former King in just a few weeks of forced cohabitation?

“You know, he mumbles to himself,” Eddie said, ignoring that he was also mumbling. “He’ll mumble and when I try to talk back he gets in a little snit and says ‘I wasn’t talking to you!’” Chrissy giggled at his very poor impression of Steve’s voice. “What does he expect me to do? He asks himself questions and I answer and he gets all bitchy at me. But I can’t win, because, get this, he’ll bitch at me again when I don’t respond because he’s mumbling in the same damn tone!”

Eyes sparkling with mirth, Chrissy covered her smile with a hand, her knees tucked up to her chest on the couch. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” she teased.

“I don’t like your tone,” Eddie said, eyes narrowed. Her smile grew wider behind her hand, and when she raised an eyebrow he folded his arms. “Don’t get any ideas, Cunningham.”

“No, nope, no ideas.”

He glared at her for a few more seconds before a song came on over the TV that jogged his memory and he pointed at the screen. “And you know what else he does? He sings. Into objects. Like his hairdryer, straight out of the movies like a weirdo!”

A loud snort caught his attention and Eddie’s gaze snapped to Max who was watching Eddie from the corner of her eyes with a smug, knowing expression. He felt like a deer in headlights suddenly, until Max rolled her eyes and went back to talking to El and Dustin.

“Despite all that, looks like you’re doing pretty well here. And you don’t seem, um, thirsty.” She whispered the last word with a curious quirk to her brow, and Eddie shrugged.

“Got it covered, the last time. You don’t need to worry about me so much, Chris, you’ve got your own stuff to handle.”

“Yeah, okay, my best friend being framed for murder isn’t something to worry about,” she said, rolling her eyes before turning sombre. “Eddie, I’m gonna worry until you’re safe. I hate that I can’t do anything about it.”

Eddie shifted in his seat. He was always uncomfortable with people worrying over him, but it’s not like she was wrong. This was serious, the worst scrape he’d ever been in and he didn’t even know why it was happening in the first place. Dragging a hand down his face, he heaved a sigh and looked down at the floor. “Sorry, Chris. You’re doing enough just by being here.”

Her mouth pursed unhappily, but before she could say anything more, car doors slammed outside once again and Max perked up.

“Steve’s home.”

Before he could react, the door flung open and Steve stood there, his eyes darting across the group. When he caught sight of Chrissy, he sagged. Robin, right behind him, looked ready to fight until she also saw that everyone was fine.

Eddie tracked Steve as he trudged up the stairs without a word. He was smeared all over with dirt, his face grim and tense, but the walkway above obscured him from view before Eddie could get a better read on him. Robin drifted into the living room and curled up into the one empty chair, almost swallowed by the plush cushions. Dustin got up and switched the TV off.

“What happened?” he asked.

“‘Nother werewolf,” Robin said quietly, and the words spread like a shockwave through all of them.

So, Dustin’s plan had worked. The killer struck again, proving that Eddie was innocent, but also that there was someone with a vendetta against werewolves. Steve must’ve had to bury the body too, and that made Eddie’s stomach drop to his feet. With a glance up, he saw Max looking more stormy than usual. She, Robin, and Steve were all in danger, then, more so than Eddie himself was, in his opinion, and now he really understood how Chrissy felt. How could he help them, stuck in this house, unable to go out in the daytime, waiting for the killer’s next move? His hands started to shake, whether it was with fear or anger he couldn’t tell, but he stuck them under his armpits and squeezed, ignoring the way his jaw tensed and his leg started to bounce.

“I’m so sorry, Robin,” Chrissy whispered, and Robin’s head snapped up like she didn’t even realise Chrissy was there, her eyes going wide.

Robin nodded, her surprise quickly eaten away by dread and she murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

“Were there any new clues?” Dustin asked with an unusual amount of respect.

“Steve and Hopper didn’t find anything, but Jason Carver showed up and said some things. Steve could tell it better but, uh, he should rest. This was… hard on him.”

“Jason?” Chrissy frowned.

“Yeah, I dunno, something about finding the body first but Steve didn’t really wanna talk about it. I think, maybe, we should talk about it in a day or something.” Robin fidgeted with her rings, looking from Chrissy to upstairs to the floor.

Eddie’s eyes were drawn to the upper floor where he could still faintly hear Steve’s heartbeat, the occasional foot fall, like he was pacing but trying to be quiet about it. His lips pursed into a thin, worried line.

“He didn’t tell you anything?” Dustin asked.

Robin gave him an unexpectedly angry look, so Eddie jumped in. “Dustin, man, you’ve been researching all day, give it a break alright?”

“But–”

“Push it and I’ll tell Jeff to kill off your beloved little warlock next session.”

Dustin’s eyes narrowed, but Eddie’s serious tone must’ve gotten through to him because all he did was huff and cross his arms.

“Maybe we should go,” El said, looking upstairs now too.

“I can’t drive, and Eddie can’t until tonight.”

“Shouldn’t leave at all, probably,” Eddie added dourly.

“I can drive you.” Everyone turned to Chrissy. “I’ve got my mom’s station wagon. It’s no trouble.”

Eddie nudged Chrissy with his knee. “You sure you wanna handle these gremlins?” he teased.

“I’ll keep him in line,” Max smirked while Dustin pouted.

Dustin crossed his arms and tilted his head back imperiously. “Eddie said grem-lins, plural, Maxine.”

“You’re pushing it, nerd.”

Robin stood in a sudden flurry of movement. “Okay! Better get all of you gremlins home before Chrissy decides to take back her very generous offer. Come on, shoes on, chop chop!” She clapped her hands in a way that Eddie intrinsically knew came from Steve, and the kids all stood and started towards the door for their shoes.

El, though, stopped beside Eddie. “Can you thank Steve for having us over for us please?” She said it so seriously, so earnestly, that Eddie swore his heart grew two sizes.

“Of course kiddo.” He reached out and ruffled her long hair, and she giggled while leaning away.

When Chrissy got up to leave, Eddie joined her, wrapping her in another hug before she left. “Thanks for taking everyone home.”

She shrugged. “It’s something I can do, at least. And, well, maybe Robin can tell me a little more about what Steve might’ve said about Jason. I’m… I’m really worried, Eddie.”

“I know Chris. I’m sorry.” He squeezed her a little tighter. “We’ll figure it out.”

With the brats corralled, Eddie waved them off from the shade of the doorway. Robin gave him a short, awkward wave, a blush over her cheeks when Chrissy put her hand on the back of her seat to back out of the driveway, and Eddie filed that away for another time. Then he shut the door against the sunlight and returned to the now eerily silent house.

It was something he noticed the longer he stayed here. When Steve was away at work, Eddie left to his own devices, all he had to do was read the books he’d brought, maybe snoop around for some others, plunk away at his guitar and fill the silence with the old records that the Harringtons left to collect dust. But even with the music playing, the house seemed to absorb noise, like a museum. And there were barely any signs of life, except for the occasional bit of mess that Steve left around when he ran out of time in the mornings. Everything that Steve left alone: the whole dining room, entire guest rooms, even the hallways seemed to eat noise and repel clutter that showed anyone lived there, even Steve.

Eddie had, admittedly, snuck into Steve’s room once or twice. He’d left the door open, what was a curious, bored vampire expected to do? There, thankfully, was some personality, though the awful plaid wallpaper did its best to drown it out. The messed up bed that Steve couldn’t be bothered to fix up, a few clothes scattered by his hamper, some magazines–sports, mostly, and some gossip mags, to Eddie’s disappointment–piled on his nightstand. He didn’t bother poking around in any drawers, didn’t want to risk moving too much in case Steve caught on and got miffed.

What did Steve even do in this house all alone? What did he do before he had to cohabitate with Eddie, who, he would readily and sometimes proudly admit about himself, was a rather irritating guest at times. Eddie kinda hated thinking about it too hard.

But right now, the silence was disturbed, just barely. Eddie could still hear the pacing above.

He was torn. Something in Eddie wanted to check on him, but Steve hadn’t come down to even speak to the kids. He would’ve heard them leaving. Would he even want the nosy freeloader in his house knocking at his door?

His feet started to move towards the stairs before he even decided. Each stair he climbed, he tried convincing himself that he was just heading to his own room–not his room, the guest room, nothing in this place was his, jesus–but he passed the door that he should have stopped at. Kept going to the end of the hall, and the pacing stopped.

“Hey, uh, Steve?” Eddie knocked on the doorframe, even though it was completely unnecessary. “You alright in there?”

No response. Eddie could hear Steve’s heart, racing too fast to be mistaken for calm. A few seconds passed. A few more.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbled. Turning, he was about to walk back to his room when the door opened.

“It’s fine.”

Steve had one hand on the door, the other hanging limp at his side. He was still covered in dirt; smelled like it too, fresh soil and sweat, and something distinctly off and Eddie had to fight wrinkling his nose at. It made Steve look pale, and Eddie felt that was wrong. Steve was built for the sun, for being golden, he shouldn’t look pale.

“You should shower, dude,” Eddie said, trying to a rueful smile, but the humour didn’t land. Steve just shrugged it off.

“I guess. I will.” He turned and wandered back into his room, leaving the door open, and Eddie couldn’t find a reason not to follow. It felt enough like an invitation. Walking in, he tried to make it seem like he was seeing the bedroom for the first time, but Steve scoffed.

“I know you’ve been in here, Eddie, I could smell you in here when I got home once, you don’t have to put on an act.”

Eddie stiffened. “Oh. Uh. Sorry dude.”

“Whatever. I kind of expected it.”

“That’s a lot of trust you’re placing in the resident drug dealer.”

Steve shot him an unimpressed look. “You sell weed, Eddie,” he said flatly. Wobbling his head, Eddie mouthed the words back at Steve silently, mockingly, which finally drew a tired laugh from him. It wasn’t the kind of laughter he could get after verbally tearing Frank Sinatra to shreds while they got high on the living room floor, but it was good enough. The sound didn’t last, though, fading like every other sound in this fucking house, leaving a gaping silence where they both stood awkwardly, a few scant feet between them.

Eddie shifted on his feet, stuck his hands in his pockets then took them out and folded his arms over his chest. Meanwhile, he watched Steve, who couldn’t look up from the carpet. “You probably don’t want me lingering around in your domicile, so I’ll just–”

“Are you thirsty?”

Now that, that rang out through the room. “What?”

“You spent all day around the kids, and you haven’t fed since, uh, since last time when everyone was around.” Steve finally looked up from the carpet, something burning in his eyes.

“Nah, I’m fine, pretty good actually,” Eddie stumbled out.

“You said you fed from Chrissy every few days though.”

Truth was, Eddie was hungry. It was sort of an ever-present thing, though easy to manage once he’d learned how to sate it in a way that actually satisfied him. And yeah, it had been a few days since he’d bitten Steve’s wrist, but the way Steve acted around him the next day–flighty and awkward, not sticking around in the same room too long–made Eddie less than inclined to ask for more.

“I can deal, Harrington, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” Steve started walking closer. There was a determination, a heat, in his gaze that made Eddie feel a little warm and jumpy, and he started backing up. “You should be in peak condition if something happens. And I–”

Steve reached out behind Eddie and closed the door, Eddie having to back up against it, trapping them both in the horribly plaid room that Eddie couldn’t even see, because Steve was right there, in his space, so close Eddie could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Steve’s arm was still outstretched, hand pressed against the door by Eddie’s head.

“I want you to.”

Heat flashed under Eddie’s skin, his sluggish heart beating faster. “What the fuck do you mean, man?”

“I mean.” Steve ran a head through his hair, messing it up worse, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “It makes me feel good–better. The bite. And, you gotta drink, so it’s like. Win-win or whatever.”

“Win-win?” Eddie said, high and nervy, “The hell? How does it make you feel good?”

“Just, please?”

His voice sent a lance of desire and hunger through Eddie’s spine. Steve’s face looked haggard, dirt caked into every worryline, but something burned in his eyes, something needy, and he was so fucking close they were sharing breath. Eddie could see the blood coursing through his neck, the artery so close to the skin, and he must’ve stared long enough, hesitated enough, that it spurred Steve on. He deliberately pulled down the collar of his shirt and tilted his head to the side, baring his long, freckled neck to Eddie.

That desperate, unnatural hunger that had haunted Eddie since he woke up on a cold forest floor in Chrissy’s arms, ever-present and voracious, grew like arousal in Eddie’s gut. Saliva pooled under his tongue and, unbidden, his teeth began to elongate as his gaze locked onto that pulsing rush tantalisingly close to his face. The longer he looked, the faster Steve’s heart raced, the more tempting he was, the warm scent of his heightened emotions wafting into the air like wine and pulling Eddie closer.

Just a taste, he promised himself. 

Eddie let one of his hands wrap around the back of Steve’s neck, fingers threading through his soft hair, while he grabbed the hand Steve was using to hold the shirt down, pulling it further out of the way. One last glance at Steve’s face, and Eddie saw his eyes had gone heavy-lidded, his mouth dropping open just slightly when Steve caught sight of Eddie’s fangs. Cocking one eyebrow, he tilted his head further, into Eddie’s waiting palm, trusting he’d be held, and Eddie couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He surged forward, and bit into Steve’s neck. The first gush of rich, metallic blood made Eddie groan and Steve gasp. Instinct made Eddie bite harder, deeper, his teeth sinking without resistance into flesh and muscle.  Eddie’s fingers clenched where they held Steve, pressing him flush against his own body. Steve didn’t even flinch, seeming to arch into the touch, panting. His skin flushed; Eddie could feel the flood of warmth down Steve’s neck from his face as it bloomed against Eddie’s cheek.

Feeling bold and ravenous, Eddie withdrew from Steve’s neck to manhandle him against the door instead, slamming him against it with a bang and pressing against the long line of his body before licking up the rivulets dripping from the punctures. The soft oh he drew from Steve felt as intoxicating as his blood. Clinging to Steve like he was, Eddie didn’t feel his hands move until Steve’s fingers dug into his side, keeping Eddie close.

Steve’s free hand clutched Eddie’s, the one resting on the unmarred side of his neck, twining their fingers together and squeezing, and Eddie’s breath hitched as he squeezed back. He laved the flat of his tongue over the wounds before pressing his lips around them in an open-mouthed kiss and sucked, drawing a fresh flood to the surface. The taste was fucking addictive. Something lurked in Steve’s blood that made the most base, monstrous parts of Eddie sing and snarl with greed, something heated and needy.

It clicked, when Steve’s hand roved down. Grabbed Eddie’s ass though his jeans to hold him still while Steve rocked his hips up, his hard dick brushing against Eddie’s own and making them both moan. And oh shit, Eddie was so hard it was painful.

That taste was desire, hormone-spiked blood, more potent than any drug or liquor Eddie’s ever had. The instant he placed it, he knew he wanted more. More blood, more of Steve. He met the next roll of hips with a reedy whimper, muffled against Steve’s neck as he still drank deeply of that heady taste, let Steve’s hand guide him this time, enjoying the thrill of being led. Until.

“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve groaned, low but loud in Eddie’s ear, and reality crashed down around him.

Eddie shoved himself off of Steve, ripping himself out of his grasp and pressing the back of his hand to his blood-stained mouth. Wide, panicked eyes met Steve’s, still heavy-lidded and dark but growing confused. God, what a vision he was as he leaned against the door, gasping for breath and hard in his jeans, flushed deliciously red despite being drank from like a fucking juice box. It was… it was terrifying. Fear sparked and caught in Eddie’s chest. What the fuck was he thinking!?

Brows furrowed, Steve stepped forward. “Eddie? What is it?”

“Shit.”

Eddie bolted. Dodged past Steve, whipped the door open and ran to the guest room as fast as his unnatural speed let him. He slammed the door behind himself and braced against it, scared that Steve would try to bust it down as soon as he came to his senses. And he would. There was no fucking way Eddie could get away with that.

He knew his bite did something. Chrissy had tried to do research for him, but couldn’t find much without Jason catching on, but she’d told him the bite makes prey less likely to fight back. But she’d only ever relaxed, like getting high, not–not like Steve trying to rub one out on him. Not like moaning Eddie’s name while they were so close together Eddie could still feel how it rumbled in his own chest.

Anxiously, Eddie licked his lips and only tasted Steve, wincing at how that made his cock throb against his zipper. “Shit,” he whispered shakily. A manic laugh threatened to bubble up but he swallowed it back.

That was so stupid. All of it. He should’ve realised as soon as Steve asked to be bitten again that something wasn’t normal about this and put a stop to it. Could’ve called Chrissy; she was coming by tomorrow anyway. Now he had to worry about Steve kicking him out and forcing him to walk home with the murderer still at large. The one who fucking framed him, for a reason none of them have discovered yet. He let his head fall back against the door with a hollow thud, and waited.

Minutes passed, then hours. The sun began to set, and Eddie found himself anxiously pacing around the room, packing his duffel bag then unpacking it, his clothes strewn out of it like a racoon had rifled through them all and found his wardrobe lacking. Yet through his own chaos, Eddie couldn’t stop himself from keeping an ear out for Steve.

He hadn’t left his room, not once. Sometimes he paced, and Eddie caught the occasional frustrated huff. When Steve’s habit of talking to himself kicked in, Eddie resolutely ignored it–meaning, of course, that he listened anyway but felt deeply guilty about it. But nothing he heard made any logical sense. “What did I do?” spat as a frustrated whisper was the most baffling, but Eddie refused to contemplate that it might mean anything other than Steve wondering how he’d gotten suckered into bumping clothed uglies with The Freak.

So Eddie paced and unpacked and re-packed and stewed over the countless stupid life choices he’d made to bring him to this moment until the sun was well beyond the horizon and his hair was a frizzy mess with how often he’d been digging his fingers into it. The carpet, shockingly, didn’t show a single dent with all the trudging around he’d done.

Simultaneously wiped out and still wound up, Eddie flopped onto the bed with an explosive sigh and slapped his palms over his face, grunting loudly. If Steve was debating whether he would kick Eddie out or not, he’d rather Steve get on with it and put him out of his misery before the sun came up. He didn’t want to burn to a crisp before he got to see Wayne again.

“Fuck it,” came another irritated whisper from Steve’s room. Eddie braced himself for stomping down the hall, for Steve ripping the door open, furious, demanding that Eddie leave. Instead, he heard bed springs squeak. It took little effort for him to listen closer, frowning in confusion.

Then, Eddie heard the quiet zip of jeans being undone, and shuffling. A relieved sigh.

What?

Was Steve doing what Eddie thought he was doing? There was no way. No fucking way. Sure, Eddie had been staving off the raging hormones he’d drank straight from Steve’s veins all night with little success, hoping he’d burn through them with his pacing and ignoring how he’d been half-hard for most of it. Steve had to have crashed from the high by now.

And yet. There was a hitched breath from behind the two doors separating them. Eddie swallowed, and dragged his hands down his face, letting them flop to his sides. This might be Steve’s home, but did he really have to do this now?

Eddie didn’t even want to admit what had happened, not that it helped. With Steve apparently jerking it just down the hall, though, the images rose unbidden behind Eddie’s scrunched eyelids anyway. How the blood flowed slowly over the tendon in Steve’s neck to pool in the divot between his collarbones, the dark desire in his blown-out pupils. The way Steve’s fingers dug into the meat of Eddie’s ass to pull him where Steve wanted, right against his cock.

The sound of Eddie’s name in Steve’s mouth as his lips brushed Eddie’s ear.

He swore soundlessly. Wriggling a little and hissing at the growing tightness in his pants, Eddie sent up prayers to whatever deity was listening to make him Not Horny. No thoughts of old people or relatives or complex dungeon traps could take his mind, or his hearing, off of Steve masturbating quietly just a few feet away. Didn’t he realise that Eddie could hear him? Steve wasn’t the only one with super hearing. It was rude, and terrible hosting behaviour, and–

Steve moaned softly, though it cut off like he knew he might be heard–too fucking late for that–and Eddie wanted to scream in frustration so badly he clamped his hand over his mouth. His dick throbbed, though, at the new sounds echoing his way. Wet, slick sounds.

Fuck. Swallowing down a wave of guilt, Eddie let his hand trail over the bedspread, along his hip, and cupped his dick through his jeans with a shuddery sigh. He bit his lips together to make sure no noises escaped as he squeezed himself. It’d been too long. Out of respect to his werewolf host, he’d hadn’t rubbed one out the whole time he’d been at Steve’s. Steve, apparently, had no such reservations. So…

So why not? Why the hell not. Eddie undid his fly and quietly as he could slipped his cock out, already hard, the tip flushed red. He couldn’t help remembering that he had Steve’s blood in his body now. How he’d tasted. Breathing heavily, Eddie stroked himself, thinking of the way Steve’s plush lips parted, the fire in his eyes as he begged Eddie to bite him… how big his cock felt, though it was trapped in his jeans.

The familiar weight of his own cock twitched in his hand, a spurt of precome dripping down, slicking the way. He could hear how Steve’s heart rate picked up now that he’d given up trying not to listen; now that it, too, had become familiar.

Steve made another sound. A groan, deep in his chest. Eddie’s mouth dropped open with a harsh sigh. He was so fucking turned on. The taboo of listening to Steve get off, jacking off to it, praying Steve couldn’t hear him too, made that frisson under his skin rise and burn so fast Eddie started to feel breathless, wound tight.

He stroked himself faster, hips canting up into his grip, desperate to chase the feeling as he imagined how Steve looked sprawled on his bed with his massive hand wrapped around his cock. Eddie couldn’t help wondering what it’d feel like to have Steve’s hand replace his own and that image made him clamp his mouth shut around a quiet whimper. 

Eddie heard Steve swear again, his voice going a little higher, and Eddie found himself nodding, like the other man could see him. He wanted to be seen. Wanted Steve to rush in, see him furiously pumping his dick and know exactly what got him here. Maybe he’d crowd Eddie against the bed and start to take him apart with his long fingers, grind their cocks together, fuck his way inside as they kissed all heated and dirty and chant Eddie’s name–

Steve moaned, then, quiet enough that Eddie almost missed what he said.

“Eddie.”

Shock forced a desperate whine out of Eddie’s throat before he choked it off with a gasp. Oh shit. Oh shit. He froze, could tell Steve had too. Steve heard him. He knew. He felt his heart in his throat, thundering away.

Until he heard it again. A tentative, “Eddie?” from down the hall. Confirming he’d been caught. Why didn’t Steve sound pissed?

There was the distinct click of a cap being opened. Still frozen, Eddie couldn’t believe his ears when he heard Steve start up again, jerking himself off slower now, the sounds slicker, wetter. He… he knew Eddie was listening, could easily guess why Eddie had fucking whined like that, and he was still…

God. Fuck. Oh fuck that was hot. And terrifying. How the hell was this even happening!?

Steve keened, loudly, and Eddie cursed as his hips bucked helplessly into the hand still wrapped around his aching cock. This was insane, absolutely nuts; Eddie had never even thought of something like this despite his expansive and wildly horny imagination. But he followed suit and started fucking into his fist, fast and filthy, past the point of caring that Steve could hear the bed creaking slightly with his movements.

And then Steve did it again. “Fuck, Eddie,” he moaned. Deliberately. Eddie couldn’t hold back the needy cry that rose from his throat, muffled as he bit his lip against the growing pleasure sparking along his nerves. He was gonna come, quickly, felt it barreling closer like a freight train. Steve wasn’t holding back his sounds anymore either, every gasp and groan unconcealed, stroking his cock without any fucking shame.

Eddie was shaking, panting hard, losing his rhythm. Thoughtlessly he started to beg, “Please, please please please.”

“Shit, yeah, do it, c’mon Eddie,” Steve urged, “gonna come too, oh shit!”

Fireworks exploded behind his eyes. Every muscle in Eddie’s body seized as he came, whining so fucking loud as he spilled over his fingers, cum splattering his shirt and soaking in warm and sticky, cock pulsing hard when he heard Steve cry out, a satisfied, guttural thing. Gasping for breath, Eddie went limp on the bed, his mind empty of all thought except for the way Steve moaned his name, how he sounded when he came.

There was no more movement from Steve’s room. Eddie could hear him in there, his breathing evening out along with his heartbeat, but he didn’t get up.

Was he waiting for Eddie? There was no way he’d go over there himself. He was still processing the everything that just happened. What if Steve had still been affected by the bite, and now that he’d gotten it out of his system he regretted literally jacking off with Eddie? More or less.

Eddie’s anxieties swirled through his mind until morning. Steve didn’t leave his room once.

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🏹 I Trust You 🩸

Astarion x FtM Named Tav

Minors do not interact, this is smut.

This is basically just Astarion and my Tav trusting each other enough to have sex. Yay! :D

- Fluff, Smut, PiV sex, lots of kissing, neck biting, brief mention of blood drinking, allusions to trauma but I didn’t use specific words in this one, self-indulgent, ask to tag

- 5,699 words

I originally posted this to AO3, but I figured people here would like it as well, I did fix some grammar and wording issues (namely Astarion saying “my sweet” enough to send someone to the ER in a drinking game), so I’ll update that over there when I’m off work.

[ID: Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3 kissing an elven man with a long braid.]

Claesong tossed and turned a lot in his rest. It was normal for him to have trouble. But this night seemed like something else. His thoughts were racing and his heart pounded in his chest every time he went at all close to the rapid eye movement stage of sleeping.

Eventually he quietly, but hastily dug through his bag, and grabbed the spare shirt he’d been given by Astarion. He laid back down and held it close to his chest. It still smelled like him. Unfortunately it seemed to have the opposite effect he’d hoped it would, seeing as his thoughts only raced around more. Some of the thoughts made it particularly difficult to even close his eyes. So he just stared up at the starlit sky and held it absentmindedly. His thumbs rubbed the fabric back and forth.

“Are you alright, my sweet?”

Claesong turned his head to see that Astarion was sitting up in his bedroll.

“Just having trouble resting…I take it it’s the same for you?” he asked in a hushed tone.

Astarion shrugged, but then nodded.

“I suppose there’s a lot to think about. Especially on a night like this,” he responded. Though he didn’t seem to put as much care into keeping his voice down. Seeing as Karlach was snoring like a train, and Gale was sleeping in his tent as opposed to the bedrolls by the fire.

He tilted his head at Claesong, trying to figure out just what was going through that elf’s mind. But even Astarion was having trouble reading him completely. So at that point he just asked the question that jumped into his mind.

“Would you prefer to just rest in the tent with me? I bring it up because, well,” he gestured at Claesong holding his shirt so closely.

Claesong almost immediately nodded at the invitation. When he realized how quickly he responded, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked to the side awkwardly.

“I- pardon. Yes that idea sounds nice for tonight…if it’s okay with you,” he sheepishly muttered to Astarion.

Astarion chuckled delightedly at Claesong, before standing up and offering his hand. He grinned when Claesong took his hand with a bashful smile. His thumb carefully ran over his knuckles before he raised his hand to press a tender kiss to the back of it.

“You’re always so charming when you get all blush-like around me,” he cooed at him.

Claesong’s cheeks went rosy as he looked to the side again.

“Astarion…” he said whilst he bit the inside of his cheek.

The two elves still held each other’s hands for the short walk to the relatively small tent. Astarion carefully but purposefully pulled Claesong down with him as he laid down. His arms wrapped around his body, as he made sure his head laid on his chest. He smiled and kissed him on the top of his head.

Claesong hummed happily and nuzzled his cheek against Astarion’s chest. The coolness of his sanguine skin always reminded him of a cold pillow. He smiled contently and looked up at him as he hugged him.

Astarion chuckled as he brushed a hand through Claesong’s long hair.

“You are so adorable when you’re like this, you know that?” he asked with a skip in his voice.

The statement made Claesong blush again, and he covered his eyes with his hand.

“You know that makes me blush to hear…” he admitted as he looked through the space in his fingers. “Are you trying to get me all flustered?”

Astarion giggled and continued to brush a hand through Claesong’s hair. His opposite hand slowly rubbed circles on his back.

“I’m just trying to make you feel loved, my darling. But if it’s making you feel something more…then I certainly won’t complain if that’s what you’re seeking.”

Claesong smiled as he let his weight sink into Astarion’s embrace. His mind continued to wander and race as he let him lovingly play with his hair and body. Many of his thoughts were pleasant. The idea of many more nights of quiet slumbers together. Or perhaps the thought of just a moonlit stroll together as the two reflected on the day whilst trying to pretend they weren’t utterly disgusted at the dry wine they’d accidentally bought instead of sweet wine. But Claesong’s mind also wandered to places that made him question wether or not it was okay for that to happen.

The night of the tiefling party still weighed heavy on Claesong’s mind. He knew that he’d fallen for Astarion. And he knew he wanted that feeling of intimacy. Even if it was only for a moment. But all he could think about was just how he froze up, how petrified he was. And in that moment being able to confide in someone who knew. Who knew what it was like. Even if that night hadn’t gone the way either of them wanted, he was still forever grateful at the comfort and understanding they’d formed together.

But it felt like so much time had passed since then. And there were newer encounters they’d shared. From Astarion telling him he didn’t want to be viewed just for sex. And the confession of how scared he was when he realized that the moments that he shared meant something looking back. And now those moments meant everything. Parts of his heart ached for these moment of closeness. Other parts appreciated the fact that someone trusted him enough to actually love him, regardless of his past and how it affected his present. But there were still parts that yearned for healing from the both of them so they could share each other fully.

Astarion happened to feel Claesong’s pulse racing. When he looked down at him, he was still holding his spare shirt, and just idly looking in one direction. He tapped his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Are you alright, my dear? You’re staring into nothing. What’s on that mind of yours?” he asked as he tilted his chin up so their eyes met.

Claesong shrugged.

“I really don’t know what’s on my mind… Well actually that may not be the most truthful statement. I’ve been thinking of you most every night. But it’s just that…tonight it’s going all over the place and I don’t know what to think of it or what I want from it,” he admitted. When he looked up at Astarion’s eyes, he felt his heart flutter and abdomen turn about.

“You already know my…complicated feelings regarding intimacy and sex…”

Astarion nodded with a somber face. His hand that was brushing through Claesong’s hair now cupped his cheek. Claesong sighed and leaned his head into his hand.

“And I also know your complicated feelings with intimacy and sex too,” he added to his previous statement. “I think I’m sort of having that same sort of…for lack of better term, conflict you told me of.”

His words confused Astarion. But not for the reason one would immediately think of.

“I love you my darling…but I do need you to specify which conflict I’ve told you about,” he admitted with a lighthearted laugh.

His laughter caught on with Claesong too as he let out a quiet chortle. He sighed and sat up next to him.

“I mean your conflict of…you don’t know what real looks like… I don’t know a lot of the times if my… wants are just my body trying to block out my hurt like you said…or if it’s because I actually want to have sex…” he trailed off and looked down a little. “And then I know you said you don’t only want to be viewed as a means to and end, or only viewed for sex…and I’m worried that if I try to express what’s going on at a given time that, it’ll feel like I’m only viewing you that way…” he added with an almost shameful tone.

He hugged his knees to his chest and forced himself to look at Astarion, who was now also sitting up with him. Astarion smiled softly and gently rubbed his shoulder.

“If it’s of any consolation, my darling…I know that you don’t only see me for sex…someone who does, wouldn’t go so far out of their way as you have for us to enjoy each other’s company in ways that don’t involve it…the little strolls we take, or the stargazing for example,” he told Claesong with a soft voice. “You do so much to make sure that I know your intentions, and you also do so much to make sure I’m okay with an action before you perform it…” he added.

Astarion held his arm out around Claesong. He watched as Claesong leaned towards him, and the two wrapped their arms around each other. The pale elf squeezed his arms tightly around his lover before pulling away to give eye contact.

“In the same words you said to me…we can figure out what ‘real’ looks like, together. No matter what happens…I want to show you the same patience and kindness you’ve shown me…and I swear to always be with you for every step, okay?” he asked and promised.

Claesong nodded. He felt Astarion rub his thumb over his cheek before watching as he glanced down at his lips and back up to his eyes. He knew what he was asking, and he nodded with a comforted smile. Astarion carefully pulled Claesong close as he leaned forward to tenderly kiss him.

When the two pulled away from each other, Claesong took Astarion’s hand into his. It definitely piqued his curiosity when he did. Claesong sighed and tried to find his words.

“I don’t have the words to say what’s on my thoughts…or the best way to ask for what I want…is it okay if I show you instead?” he asked quietly.

Astarion looked surprised, but he still nodded. His hand was taken and placed where his fingertips were pressed to Claesong’s temple. He could tell he was opening his mind to him, so he followed suit.

He saw lightened images of the two bantering and playfully fighting together. There were images of the two laying together under a tree’s shade in simple bliss. The pictures melded to ones of them finding each other the night of the party in the past. Perhaps just thoughts of what could have been. But then those same thoughts changed again. Astarion saw himself laying fully barren with Claesong. Their bodies fully intertwined together in soft passion.

After a few moments of the final image, Claesong took Astarion’s hand away. His golden eyes looked at his red eyes as he felt his heart pounding and racing just beneath his skin. It took what felt like all of his effort to keep his breath steady. All he could do in that moment was just wait. Wait for something to be said, to be done.

Astarion looked at Claesong with widened eyes before he started to laugh happily. He grabbed his own hair for a moment as he processed everything that he had just been shown.

“I- wow-! You really are full of surprises!” he exclaimed through his laughs that Claesong had grown so familiar to. “Well first off…those first things you showed me…gods that sounds so amazing…do show me more of those when you get the chance. Please,” he practically begged.

Claesong blushed and laughed. He squeezed his legs together as he nodded at Astarion’s request.

“I think I can make arrangements for something like that,” he said with an almost swirl in his voice.

The reaction from Claesong made Astarion giggle and smile again. He really loved seeing him like that. Then he cleared his throat to try and get back on track.

“And in regards to the other things you showed me,” he started, his voice a bit more serious now. “Even if I may not be in a place to do it at every opportunity…I want you to know that I will still do whatever I can to make sure you fill fulfilled…loved…wanted,” he quietly proclaimed as he reached his hand to stroke Claesong’s cheek.

“Please don’t ever feel like you have to hide things from me…especially as it pertains to your wants, needs, even your health and how certain things are affecting you…I know what it’s like to have to go through those things alone, and not have anyone to verbalize those feelings to…and I don’t want to see the love of my life go through that,” Astarion expressed before he touched his forehead to Claesong’s.

Claesong smiled and had to wipe a grateful tear from his eye as he leaned his forehead back against Astarion’s.

“Thank you…” he whispered through a smile. When Astarion pulled back, Claesong pressed his lips and then his legs together. His abdomen turned again just looking at him after their shared closeness.

Of course Astarion noticed it right away, and he chuckled and tilted his head.

“My dear, is it okay for me to ask if there’s something…in particular you want? Perhaps relating to what you showed me?” he asked with a grin on his face.

It made Claesong blush to think about it. But he couldn’t push it down any further that he just really wanted a moment like this for once. He still had slivers of doubt in his mind, so he wasn’t certain if he could answer with just a ‘yes or no’.

“I think that’s what’s going on, yeah,” he admitted with his cheeks flushed. “I just don’t know how ready I am tonight.”

Astarion nodded in understanding.

“It’s alright, darling. Tell you what…why don’t we just…take it slow. We can gauge where you’re at and how you’re feeling tonight…if we go to a certain point, lovely. If we stop at a certain point and just spend our time laying in each other’s company, then that’ll be wonderful, too. I just want to make sure that this is what you want,” he said with love and care in his voice.

In response, Claesong nodded back to him.

“That sounds like a good idea, yeah…” he said with a warm smile on his face. He gently grabbed Astarion’s hand and squeezed it in his. “I trust you.”

Those three words were really all he needed to say. Astarion beamed and raised Claesong’s hand and kissed one of his knuckles. “And I trust you too.”

Claesong leaned closer to Astarion, and softly kissed his lips. His arms wrapped around his torso as he carefully rolled and laid back down with him, his body underneath Astarion. All he could think to do in that moment was to share soft and tender kisses with him, hoping that he would take more of a lead this night.

Astarion smiled against Claesong’s lips as he reciprocated each kiss he was given. While one of his hands continued to hold Claesong’s, the other started to brush against his cheek. He pulled away from the mutual embraces to check in on him.

“How’s this, my love?” he asked quietly.

Claesong smiled and nodded up at him.

“It…tickles a little, but it feels nice,” he said as he squeezed his arms around Astarion’s back.

The statement made Astarion nod, and he moved his hand down towards his neck. His nails trailed against his delicate skin.

“And this?”

Claesong nodded again. So Astarion moved his hand lower. To his shoulder, his collarbone, across the broad of his chest. Down towards his abdomen, and even brushing against his side. It startled Astarion when Claesong jumped a little when his hand brushed the side of his waist.

“Shit are you-“ he was cut off.

“I-I’m okay! I’m just very ticklish, I swear!” Claesong exclaimed through giggles. “You’re okay to keep going, love,” he affirmed as he smiled and softly kissed Astarion on the cheek.

With a relieved sigh, Astarion continued to move his hand just a little lower. He stopped at the hem of Claesong’s shirt, and he glanced his eyes at him.

“How do you want to go about with this?” he cooed with his question.

Claesong’s cheeks flushed and he chuckled.

“I’m fine with having it off for tonight…and besides, you seem to like it as much as I do when I go without,” he remarked with another chuckle. The statement made Astarion giggle and fan himself a little. If his blood ran as it did when he were alive, he would have undoubtedly blushed in that moment.

Astarion gingerly moved his hands under the hem of Claesong’s shirt. And even more carefully started to pull it up and off over his body. When the shirt was completely removed, Astarion folded it neatly and set to the side of the tent. As he turned back to Claesong, he felt a fluttering in his abdomen. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Claesong without a shirt before. He just chalked it up to tonight being different.

“By the gods you are beautiful... Oh, by the way, how’s your tape holding up? I know we had quite the day today,” he mentioned as he gestured to the tape binding Claesong’s chest.

Claesong ran a hand over his chest and then gave Astarion a thumbs up.

“Hasn’t moved a centimeter! Thanks again for helping with this,” he gratefully said with a smile. His smile faded to a smirk as he tilted his head.

“Now are you going to keep yours on or would you like to have it off as well?” he asked Astarion with a tone of want in his voice.

The question made Astarion feel a welcomed tightness in his cheeks. He chuckled happily as he carefully pulled his own shirt up and over himself, before folding it the same way he did Claesong’s. Astarion laughed and smiled before laying back over Claesong, exchanging soft but needy and passionate kisses with him. His hands sensually rubbed over his chest, and he could feel Claesong’s hands rubbing over his.

A quiet moan escaped from Claesong as he let himself take in this moment. He continued to share kisses with Astarion, smiling against his lips the entire time. At the same time he could feel an undeniable warmth growing between his legs. He felt a only little embarrassed by it. The overwhelming majority of himself welcomed it.

Astarion giggled under his breath when he heard Claesong moan. He pulled away from kissing him and he smirked down at him.

“Someone’s a little excited, hm?” he teased as he brushed his fingers down Claesong’s cheek and neck. “I can hardly say I blame you though,” he whispered before leaning down and kissing him on his neck. “You really do certain things to me…sometimes without even trying it seems.”

Claesong quietly moaned again when his neck was kissed, and he blushed heavily at Astarion’s compliments. He pressed his legs together in an ultimately vain attempt to relieve the pressure in his groin. It only seemed to make it more intense. What didn’t help matters was that he could see Astarion’s cock straining against the fabric of his trousers.

“Doesn’t that feel a little sore?” he asked him with a tilted head.

“Does what feel sore, darling?” Astarion asked, rather confused. He saw Claesong glance down to his lower body, so he tilted his head down and noticed it. It immediately made him start laughing, to the point he had to sit up on the ground of the tent.

“I- forgot to mention that-!” he exclaimed while he laughed. “Because my blood doesn’t flow normally, I can’t actually feel when…that happens. The most I was noticing until you pointed it out was just a little friction that anyone gets with movement,” he explained, his voice a little winded from his laughter.

Claesong started to laugh alongside him, but he quickly tried to control his volume.

“We- should try to keep our voices down a little-“ he mentioned as he was barely keeping his own laughter in. Astarion agreed with a nod, finally having managed to catch his breath. Claesong smiled up at him and brushed a hand through the curls of his hair.

“Gods I love you…”

Astarion grinned and kissed Claesong on his neck.

“And I love you too…so much…” he cooed. Then he looked down and brushed a hand through his hair. “You seem reallycertain about this tonight…and I’m glad,” he started as he continued to brush his hair. “But if at any point we need to stop…please tell me…,” he added, begging with his tone.

Claesong nodded and caressed Astarion’s cheek.

“I promise, my love…” he whispered. His hand pulled Astarion down and he softly kissed his lips in assurance.

With a sigh of relief, Astarion smiled down at Claesong. Then he leaned down and gently nibbled on his neck while he started to grind his hips against him. He quietly let out a soft moan against his neck.

“Gods…”

Claesong laid his head down on the pillow of the bedroll as he let out a long exhale. It felt nice. His arms locked around Astarion’s shoulders as his breath became a series of quiet, controlled moans. Then he started to rock his hips back and forth in tandem with Astarion’s.

“It’s…really good…” he expressed through a shaking exhale.

“Wonderful,” Astarion breathed as he continued to move his hips against Claesong’s. His quiet moans sounded to get ever more desperate as he hugged Claesong close to him. He could feel himself leaking precum, and the feeling was just a little distracting to him.

At the same time, Claesong could feel himself getting more and more wet between his legs. He was grinding his hips up into Astarion’s with just slightly more fervor as his buried his head into the crook of his neck. It was honestly a surprise to him at how good it felt doing this with him.

“Astarion…” he whispered as he looked up with an expression of yearning in his eyes.

Astarion leaned up and looked down at Claesong. The want in his eyes was obvious, but he still wanted to be careful with him.

“Are you sure?” he asked him gently.

Claesong nodded as he looked up with yearning in his eyes. “I’m sure… I want this, my love,” he said to him quietly.

With a quiet sigh and nod, Astarion very carefully started to push Claesong’s trousers down his legs. And then he similarly folded the clothing and set it to the side as he did with their shirts. When he looked back and saw his exposed vulva, he felt his stomach flutter again.

“I…wow…” He was otherwise speechless.

The sentiment made Claesong blush heavily and turn his head a little. He still managed to laugh under his breath despite how embarrassed he felt in that moment.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen, much less touched it before…” he murmured, recalling the few times they were able to share some form of intimacy together.

Astarion chuckled as he smirked at Claesong.

“Well, it’s not my fault that you always look so…delectable. Especially when it’s in this situation,” he swooned as he ran a hand down Claesong’s leg. He smirked again before he sat up and pushed his own trousers down and off of him.

Claesong blushed profusely when he saw Astarion’s fully barren body. He laughed quietly and shrugged his shoulders.

“You know what, I see your point now,” he managed through flustered giggles.

His flustered demeanor made Astarion quietly chortle in response. Then, he slowly and carefully leaned himself back over Claesong. He then stopped down and softly kissed his neck, the tip of his cock prodding his entrance when he did. The sound of Claesong shakily inhaling made him push himself up from him.

“Do you need a moment, love?” he asked quietly.

Claesong took a moment to think before shaking his head.

“No, I’m okay…I know I’m safe…” he muttered quietly. He opened and closed his hands as he tried to control his thoughts. “Is…it okay if I still hold onto your hand?” he asked sheepishly, feeling almost immature for even having to askin the first place.

Astarion, however, smiled warmly and nodded. He didn’t even say anything before interlocking his fingers between Claesong’s.

“There…how does that feel?” he asked gently.

“It feels alright,” Claesong replied as he squeezed his hand. It took a long few minutes for him to work up the courage. But then he finally took a deep, and quiet inhale, and he nodded up at Astarion. “Okay…I think I’m ready now…,” he expressed with want in his eyes.

So, Astarion took a deep sigh. He slowly moved his hips forward, moaning quietly as he felt himself pushing into Claesong. His voice caught in his throat as he stopped himself from pushing in fully. Astarion looked down at Claesong, doing his best to control his own breathing.

“Is- this okay…my love?” he asked. “Oh gods that’s-,” he whispered to himself. Really, really quietly.

Claesong nodded. He squeezed Astarion’s hand and his eyes shut as memories tried to flood back. His breath became more heavy and slow as he also had to get used to the sore feeling between his legs. He knew it would hurt a little based on what Astarion had told him. Then he felt his cool hand on his cheek, and he opened his eyes.

Astarion was looking down at Claesong with a warm and patient smile. His thumb rubbed his cheek back and forth to try and provide some sense of comfort.

“It’s okay, my sweet…” he cooed.

It took Claesong a few more moments of just laying still with him. Then he squeezed Astarion’s hand and nodded up at him again. When he felt himself being pressed open again, it made him quietly gasp. It was such a new feeling to him. But it was also a wonderful and comforting feeling. Claesong took his hand from Astarion’s, and then locked his arms around his shoulders.

“I love you, my moonlight…” he whispered.

“And I love you too, my darling…” Astarion replied with a purr in his voice. He leaned down to press a kiss to Claesong’s lips as he started to rock his hips back and forth. His breath shook as he let out almost desperate sounding moans.

“Fuck…Claesong…”

Claesong was also quietly moaning as he kept his hands around Astarion’s shoulders. He could feel every part of his inner walls being pressed open and pushed against in a calming manner. But he also found the way his body was intertwined and pressed with Astarion’s to be incredibly soothing too. The only thing he could think to do was to quietly moan his name between exchanged kisses.

Astarion wrapped an arm around Claesong’s back and pulled him close in a tight hug. He eagerly moaned against Claesong’s lips while he smiled. When he pulled away to take a breath, all he could do was laugh and smile before pressing his forehead against that of his lover’s.

“Have you any idea how much…or how long I’ve wanted this…and for this to be with you?” He asked as he continued to slowly rock his hips into Claesong.

The only thing that Claesong could think of for an immediate response was to chuckle and smile. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning as Astarion continued to make love to him. His legs wrapped around his, and his hands around his torso and back. After a few minutes, he finally managed to answer.

“I…imagine it’s been for a while…” Claesong started, trying to keep his breathing under control. “Thank you…so much, for being so patient with me…” he added while he squeezed his arms around Astarion, and touched his forehead to his.

Astarion smiled softly and kissed Claesong, holding it for a few moments. When he pulled away, he continued to smile down at him.

“I feel like I should be the one thanking you…for, well, everything to this point…” he said to him gently. “I…never thought I’d get to a point again where this felt like…well, this…”

He continued to smile as he pulled Claesong close for another kiss, smiling against his lips when he did.

Claesong gladly leaned into the kiss, quietly moaning at the same time. He started to rock his hips in the same gentle motion and slow rhythm as Astarion. His hands trailed down his back, and then traced gentle circles.

“I love you…” he whispered and then repeated.

“Oh my love,” Astarion sighed as he tilted his head back to let out quiet whimpers. He desperately grabbed at Claesong’s back with one hand, while he used the other for support. His soft noises grew more and more needy as he continued to make love to him.

The two continued to share moans and kisses. After a few minutes, Claesong tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to Astarion. He saw him smile, and lean down. Then he felt the familiar icy, and soothing sensation of his bite. As his blood streamed out of him, Claesong felt his body shake and grow more sensitive.

His hands trembled slightly as he quietly whined through sighs of pleasure. Claesong’s hands traveled further down Astarion’s back until his hands were resting in his rear. He gave a quick glance up at him, and saw Astarion just subtly nod in approval before he kept on lovingly fucking him. Claesong squeezed his rear, and pushed and pulled in tandem with Astarion’s movements.

The gesture made Astarion let out more quiet, but pleased whimpers. He then leaned down and began to kiss Claesong’s chest where the tape was securing him. His left hand almost nervously traced down the length of his lover’s body. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, being able to be intimate in a way that to him felt more like a shared appreciation, or perhaps just an exchange of hearts. There wasn’t the feeling of this almost being transactional, or something done reluctantly to gain protection. To him this was just…nice, or pleasant.

Astarion could feel Claesong tightening around him while he continued with kissing his chest. He could also feel himself growing more sensitive as his cock was starting to leak and twitch. His pleasured noises started to sound more desperate and more vocal. But he still remained gentle and mostly slow with his movements.

“Claesong…I don’t think I can hold out much longer…” he whispered with his voice strained.

Claesong heard the statement and nodded in return as he was still moving his hips along with Astarion’s. He took his hands away from his rear, and instead hugged him tightly around his torso. His head leaned back as he sighed and moaned in pleasure, with his body shaking a little as well.

“I…think I…fuck, Astarion…” that’s when Claesong suddenly gasped and sighed, as he felt his entire body tense before immediately relaxing when he’d hit his release.

Astarion in response held an arm around Claesong’s back and pulled his upper body up close. When he felt him release around him, it seemed to push Astarion over the edge himself.

“Gods- I- please, Claesong- oh, fuck-!” he quietly exclaimed as he buried his head into the crook of his neck while cumming inside of him. His arm around his back held Claesong tightly as he moaned and whimpered through his climax.

It took a moment or so before Astarion laid Claesong back down, and then laid his head on his chest. Both of them were breathing slow and steadily to catch their breaths. Claesong was running his hand through the curls of Astarion’s hair, while Astarion was nuzzling his cheek against the warmth of Claesong’s skin.

“I love you…” Claesong whispered. He felt Astarion squeeze him firmly and nod against his body, and he heard him whisper the same words. His free hand gently trailed up and down Astarion’s back, and he planted a kiss on the top of his head.

Astarion smiled warmly as he laid in silence, listening to the calming sound of his lover’s heartbeat. He eventually tilted his head up and sweetly kissed Claesong on his cheek. That's when he looked down, realizing they were still intertwined together.

“I…okay…,” he chuckled somewhat awkwardly. “I didn’t- expect this tonight- do you happen to have something we can use to clean up with?” he asked very quietly, sounding quite embarrassed but still very happy to have had this time with him.

Claesong laughed sheepishly and shook his head.

“I didn’t expect it to go this way either…” he admitted while still laughing. “We could go to the river and get cleaned up before everyone else wakes up…if that’s okay with you…”

Astarion listened, and then nodded.

“Yeah that…that sounds good…” he said with his voice still shaking from pleasure. “I’d like to stay in this moment a little longer first…” he added on with his voice low, almost sounding tired.

The suggestion made Claesong nod and smile up at him.

“I’d like that too…” he told him as he pulled him back down into a cuddle. “If…you’re okay with it…do you think we could just rest together like this for tonight…? We usually wake up far earlier than anyone else…we can get our rest in, and then get cleaned up before anyone knows…?” He asked him with an almost plea in his voice. He really didn’t want this moment to end.

There was silence for a moment. Then Astarion nodded with a smile as he squeezed Claesong close to him.

“Yeah…I’d like that a lot,” he told him. Then he leaned up and softly pressed his lips to his. He felt Claesong hug him close in return. Both were smiling against each other’s lips. When Astarion pulled away, he caressed Claesong’s cheek and smiled happily.

“My little sweet…”

“My Little Star…

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Dark Desires: Chapter I - The Cat's Out of the Bag

Pairings: VampireCatHybrid~Seonghwa x Female Reader, VampireCatHybrid~Ateez x Female Reader

Genre: Horror, Angst, Romance, Vampire Ateez, Paranormal?

Word Count: 7.6k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Language, mentions blood, Magic, Fantasy, Some Fluff, Highly Suggestive at times (This is a warning for the whole story overall)

Chapter specific: kidnapping, non-sexual nudity, flirting, blood, lying?

Author's Note💌: Hi! So this is the first chapter of a story that I've been working on for a while, long ago when "The Black Cat Nero" first came out and since it's October I figured it would be nice for me to post I also just wanted to join the other fic writers posting a Halloween themed fic but since I cannot write smut for the life of me for Kinktober I decided to just post this instead. I haven't fully edited this story so I'm sorry if it's cringe in some parts but I'll try my best to fix those parts eventually. In the meantime I hope you guys like it! Please be kind! 🌙🐈‍⬛

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On a chilly autumn night right after an exhausting shift at work, I close the store and bid goodbye to my co workers for the day. It was dark outside now and the sky was awfully empty tonight except for the moon, it wasn’t a full moon just yet but just as beautiful. So while walking to my bus stop, I come across a black cat with mesmerizing amethyst colored eyes. "Woah, I've never seen a purple eyed cat...hm that’s so weird. Is it maybe my eyes playing a trick on me?" I blink and slowly walk over to the cat and turn on the flashlight on my phone “Come here kitty are you hungry?” I look at the cat’s eyes and they were indeed a beautiful amethyst color. Wow, that’s so cool. It must be some sort of rare defect. The cat walks over to me purring and rubbing its tiny little head on me. I put down my phone on the ground gently pet its soft black fur while reaching into my purse with my other hand "You're so cute…Look, I’ve got a snack!"

I grab the Tupperware containing the leftover meat from lunch and set it in front of the cat so that it could eat. I happily watch the cat eat the meat in the small bowl while gently petting its tiny little head. Suddenly behind me I hear metal scraping on the floor and to my surprise I turn to see a man whose eyes are almost a dead like hue of greyish blue, with scratches on his chest and cheek area along with a huge bruise on his left cheek. He was wearing a velvet jacket and a black silk shirt exposing most of his chest and his ash brown hair was pulled up with a few hairs framing his pale lifeless face. Without saying anything he smirks raising the shovel above his head and before I'm able to scream he brings down the shovel and hits me behind the head making everything go black.

 I slowly open my eyes holding my head in my hands tightly only to feel a throbbing headache, when I look around I see I’m in some sort of abandoned church with 8 very handsome deathly pale guys looking straight at me with one of them being the same man from before with the shovel. I noticed that one of them had purple eyes, kind of like the same ones that stray cat that I fed on the street. Could it be that guy was the cat I saw? No. It can’t be. That’s physically impossible. When it finally dawns on me the severe situation I’m in I sit up and I scoot away from them sensing a bit of tension in the room "Wait. Who are you guys? Why am I here…" The man with the velvet jacket (Who was no longer wearing it) walks up to me and kneels on one knee and with his ice cold hand lifting up my chin and smirks in satisfaction "You my dear, are going to be working for us. So forget the life you had before because you have a new one here and it's to serve us." 

My bottom lip trembles and my eyes well up with tears, almost in an instant warm tears stream down my cheeks. The pale man in front of me wipes away my tears and says in a slight menacing tone "Don't cry, we're not going to hurt you. right guys?" Not believing a word he says I shake my head and begin to cry "No. Please, let me go….I swear I’ll do anything."  He chuckles while he strokes my cheek with his thumb "Will you?…" he clicks his tongue "Or are you just lying because you’re scared right now? Look at you, you’re shaking.." I glance down at my hands and notice they were in fact shaking. I feel kind of weak, I feel nauseous, I don't feel so good. "Let me introduce myself I'm Hongjoong, pleased to meet you Miss..." he raises his eyebrow waiting for an answer "I, uh- I'm y/n." I stammer causing him to smile "That's a beautiful name, well Miss y/n you are to address all 8 of us as your Masters at all times." He turns around and looks at one of the guys "Seonghwa, can you please get Miss y/n cleaned up and dressed. Out of everyone here I trust you won't try to pull anything stupid since you're the eldest here and are more in control of your erm...urges." A tall and slender man with hair a beautiful shade of silver, dressed all in black with a black velvet jacket and a long black satin cape, his eyes being that of a dark emerald green hue with a light golden ring around the pupil steps up next to me. He was beautiful, tall and unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. His demeanor seemed very cold with a very intimidating gaze but as soon as his eyes met mine they softened. "Come, let's get you cleaned up. Hongjoong left you so dirty."

He gently takes my trembling hand and leads me to a dark room and turns on the light and a few candles. He closes the door behind us and he walks over to the bathtub to run a bath then turns to me and warmly smiles "Your bath is ready, don't worry I'm not going to look I'll wait outside for a few minutes then I'll bring you some warm towels." I nod and wait until he was gone. Maybe if I cooperate they’ll let me go? Actually, something doesn’t feel right. The energy here feels wrong, something evil is here and I can feel it. 

I get in the warm bubbly bath and let out a deep sigh still shook up from the whole situation. I’m starting to feel homesick. I didn’t even get to tell my mom goodbye,  My eyes well up in tears again and I silently begin to cry. I miss home. I had no idea where I was much less know when I'd be able to see my family again. I hear a sudden knock at my door and see the beautiful man walk in with some towels and some folded up clothes he then lets out a small gasp and puts down the towels and clothes on the bench next to the bathtub he  sits down and reaches over and wipes my tears away "Sweetheart, don't cry. I know it's scary being put in a place you don't know with people you've never met but I promise they won't hurt you and if anyone tries to you let me know and I'll handle it." I sniffle "I just want to go home Master Seonghwa, I'm scared and I miss my family." He furrows his brows and gently strokes my hair "I'm sorry, but you can't leave my dear." My eyes glistened with tears "Why not?" He looks away then looks back at me with sadness in his eyes while he continues to stroke my hair trying not to meet my eyes "I just can't."

It was silent for a few minutes after that so after I calm down a bit I decided that in order to try and get rid of the awkward ambience I should at least try to get to know this man since he was being very friendly so far and not some weird perv gawking at me. So, in the middle of him washing my hair I ask "So, how long have you been alive?" He thinks for a bit while he rinses my hair "Hmm, about 400 years." I audibly gasp "Wait, what? 400 years?! That's a really long time you're a living history book!” he chuckles "Yeah I am, a very lonely one at that." I turn to him and furrow my brows "That can’t be..There must have been someone who must have caught your eye, you’re just so beautiful. Have you ever been in love? Or have a tiny little crush on someone?" He nods his head slightly sad then looks at me and forces a faint smile. "Somewhat, yes but enough of me. What about you Miss y/n?" I sigh and I look down "Yeah I was, it was the worst mistake I've ever done. He ended up cheating on me and eventually left me for his co worker. Almost 3 years of my life just wasted. It's been almost a year since that happened but I'm still kind of upset about it." He worriedly looks at me "I'm so sorry you had to deal with that situation, I'm sure one day you'll find love." I shake my head "I doubt it since I'm pretty sure I'm going to be stuck here for the rest of my life." He looks at me fondly for a good second and lets out a soft sigh "Well- ah...Um I'll let you finish washing up I'll be right back." he gets up and wipes his hands on a hand towel near the sink and closes the door behind him. That was weird, he just left so suddenly...

When I finish washing myself and drying myself I look through the pile he brought until I find some undergarments. When I finish putting them on I connect the long thigh high white socks to the garter and put on a long sleeve collared black and white knee length maid's dress. On the apron on the bottom right corner was a tiny black cat shaped stitch, and for shoes some black shoes to match. A few minutes later after finishing the beautiful emerald eyed vampire brushes my hair and helps me put on a white ruffled headpiece with 2 thin ribbon bows on each side. He hands me a set of keys and smiles "Now you can go about your chores. Don't worry about dinner for me and your Masters, we go out to feed when needed so just worry about keeping the house clean and doing the laundry. Also, don't ever go inside the white door with the black crest on it. That is strongly forbidden. So if you need me I'll be in my work office down the hall or in my room." I obediently nod "Yes Master." in return he gives me a warm smile and walks off.

 Later, while dusting off the picture frames on the main room of the house, I notice a painting of a very handsome looking man, judging from his clothing the painting must have been old though. Maybe? Was it someone’s family member or someone’s grandfather? I hear laughing coming from the corridor behind me and notice it was 2 of the guys from earlier one of them had a scar on his chest peeking out of his sheer patterned button up shirt, he was wearing black pants and black boots to match his jet black hair and the other one with the beautiful amethyst eyes, a piercing on his lip with his earring being connected his piercing, his buttoned up black vest covering some type of tattoo on his chest but letting his pale muscular arms in full view. Along with black leather pants and black boots to match his beautiful Raven hair. Looking at them in better lighting and up close, as handsome as they looked it looked like they haven’t slept in years, their eyes looking really bloodshot.

Immediately after making eye contact with me they both walk over to me, I notice this and I stop what I'm doing and stiffly bow "Hello Masters… I- Umm I'm sorry but I was never told your names." The one with the purple eyes smirks then reaches over and takes my hand, places his ice cold lips on the back of it and gently places a kiss on it. He looks up at me and says "My name is San, you were the beautiful girl who stopped to feed me. You know, if Hongjoong hadn't kidnapped you and brought you here I would have let you take me home." My face begins to feel really hot and involuntarily I let out a nervous laugh. The one with the scar on his chest shoots San with a very annoyed expression then he looks back at me with a small smile "I'm Wooyoung, it's nice meeting you." I nod then I give him a small wave "It's a pleasure meeting you both Master San and Master Wooyoung. If you guys need anything at all I'm here to help." San gently boops my nose and says in a low voice "Thank you Miss y/n we'll definitely keep that in mind." Both San and Wooyoung walk away presumably to their rooms but not before they take one last good look at me. Umm, I’m hoping they’re not eyeing me to take my blood or something.. Once they’re completely gone I let out a long sigh and rest my head on the wall. My god they’re so scary..I just wanna go home.

When I finish cleaning the main room, I walk over to the main corridor of the house and while walking by I hear singing coming from one of the rooms there. I have to find out who was the one singing. Suddenly, from a distance I see a tall man with bright ruby red eyes emerge from his room, he wore a sheer print button up shirt with a long silk blazer, black pants and slicked back light brown hair, he looked as if he had recently fed on blood. He also had a wound on his cheek and on the side of his temple. He looks at me with a very cold gaze that I immediately stop on my tracks and I bow "Master umm…." He quickly interjects "Mingi." Then I nod and forcefully smile. If I said I wasn't terrified of this man I'd be lying. He looked very handsome but he also looked lethal. He walks past me but before he could walk away very far I muster up the courage to say "It was a pleasure meeting you Master Mingi, please have a good rest of your day." He proceeds to walk away without saying another word. After he walks far enough I let out a sigh of relief.

Luckily, the hauntingly beautiful singing continues and as I walk closer it gets louder until I'm led to a door with a single golden music note on it. As soon as I step in front of the door the singing stops and I silently gasp and before I'm able to react and run away the door swings open to find a tall strong build guy with light blue eyes, Auburn hair with a really expensive looking suit. "I-I uh…. I'm so sorry but your singing was beautiful. I've never in my life have heard such beautiful singing in person." He warmly smiles and takes my hand and sits me down on the piano bench and without another work he just begins to sing a hauntingly beautiful tune. Mesmerized, I stare at the man before me singing at an incredible range. When he's done I happily clap and smile "That was beautiful Master, um… You never introduced yourself so I have yet to know your name." He slowly walks over to me until he stands in front of me and kneels down to my level. "My name is Jongho, but you may call me Master Jongho if you’d like.." he smiles and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear "Well, it's nice to meet you Master Jongho you have a beautiful voice. I’m y/n." He sits next to me and and turns to me "Thank you, and you're beautiful yourself." I nervously fidget with my hands "So Master Jongho, how'd you learn to sing so beautifully?" He looks up at the ceiling as if he was trying to recall his answer “Hm, I've always wanted to sing but as a human I just never got around to doing it from all the work I’d have to do to help my mother out. So when I turned into this, I had alot more time on my hands so In all honesty. It actually only took me a few years to achieve my goal with constant practice. Seeing as you're here now though I'll be able to sing to someone again since you enjoy my singing."

He gently takes my hand in his and deeply looks into my eyes "Feeling your humanly warmth makes me miss being alive. I died and was turned into this pretty young when I was around 20 human years old." I quietly gasp "Oh I'm so sorry Master Jongho, if it means anything as long as I'm alive I'll always cheer you on even though I don't know you very well I can still tell you have a big heart." He chuckles and holds both of my hands "Do you promise?" I nod and gently squeeze his ice cold hands "Of course Master, I've got no reason to lie." we both exchange warm smiles until I decide that maybe I should go. I'm probably distracting him, more or so he's probably getting hungry... I get up and lower my head "I’m so sorry Master, I have to go now. I don't want to interfere with your practice time but if you need anything at all please let me know." He gives me a soft smile “There’s no need, but I see you might be very busy with house work my apologies Miss y/n.” He waves goodbye “If you have a question don’t hesitate to look for me I’ll gladly help.”  I nod and slowly close the door behind me. Wow, he was so nice! His singing is as sweet as his personality. Wait, I just hope it’s genuine kindness and not the manipulative kind so that they can feed on my blood.. I’m still so uncomfortable here knowing that they can easily turn me into an appetizer. Actually, no I don’t even want to think about it.

 After leaving Jongho's practice room, I walk around downstairs until I come across the same chapel from when I arrived. After entering, I realize how dusty this place really is. so I decide to run to the kitchen and retrieve cleaning supplies. When I get back to the chapel I noticed a tall black hooded figure hunched over the altar, I slowly walk over to the figure and assuming it was another one of my masters I stand behind him and say "Master, are you ok?" Surprised, he turns and looks at me with his dead looking grey eyes and covers his arm with his cape as if hiding something. He silently nods keeping his gaze away from mine. In the distance I see a beautiful blonde man wearing a black and white patterned blazer with a black v neck t shirt with a distinctive small red neck scarf. He was holding a wine glass filled with presumably blood because of the viscosity of the liquid while sitting on the window sill of the circular stained glass window.

After seeing me, he slowly sets down his glass and turns into a cat right before my eyes. Wha- this is most definitely not normal. He jumps down and turns back into his previous form then says "Hello Miss y/n what brings you in here?" Still shocked from having seen a man just turn into a cat and then back to a man, I stammer a bit and say "Well, I saw that the chapel here was a bit dusty and dirty and I wanted to clean it up for you guys." He nods "Oh, thank you Miss y/n. By the way I'm Yeosang and this tall guy over here is Yunho." I bow giving them both a curt smile "it's nice to meet you Master Yeosang and Master Yunho." Yunho stands up and extends his hand in my direction causing me to look up at him and smile "I love your cape Master Yunho, it fits you well." I shake his hand and he smiles "Thank you so much Miss y/n. I can help you clean up the chapel, I'd feel terrible if you had to clean all of this by yourself, it'd take you hours to finish here." I shake my head "Oh no Master that's why I'm here to clean, you don't have to worry about it. I've got it." He shakes his head firmly and gently pats my head "No, I insist." He takes off his cape and Yeosang sits down on one of the pews and makes his glass of blood appear in his hand with a book in his other hand "I'll watch you guys, I'm exhausted." I turn to him with a playful smile "Let us know if we did a good job Master Yeosang." He chuckles and raises his glass "Of course sweetheart."

A couple of hours pass until eventually Yunho and I finish cleaning up the chapel and we both sit down on a pew next to Yeosang. "So how'd we do?" I look over excitedly at Yeosang who looks around slowly "Hm, It looks so nice, It's been years since I've seen this place look this clean." Yeosang glances over at Yunho and says "Also, I didn't know you cleaned up so well, maybe you should do it more often?" Yunho gives Yeosang a look and shakes his head "No, I'm going to be cleaning up after you." Yeosang pouts and says "Hmm, fine I'm sure y/n here would help me with that right?" Yeosang looks over at me with a pleading gaze causing me to laugh and nod "Of course Master Yeosang." Yeosang swirls the blood in his glass and gives me a faint smile "Care to join us for drinks?" Woah, what? He's offering me a drink? What does he mean by "drinks"? Does he mean alcohol or actual blood? The bile of my empty stomach slightly rises causing me to get a bit nauseous.

I think it is now my queue to leave.. I get up and gather up the cleaning supplies "Oh, actualy thank you for offering but I have to go now. it was nice meeting you Masters Yeosang and Yunho. I'll let you guys enjoy the clean chapel now! Master Jongho is probably waiting for me to bring him his tea.." Yeosang tilts his head and blinks "But Jongho never drinks tea.." Yunho, Yoesang and I stare at each other for a few moments then I swallow the big ass knot in my throat triggering my stomach to grumble "My apologies, tea for myself not Master Jongho. I'm just a bit hungry now which is why I'm not making any sense since I feel a bit weak." Yunho's eyebrows draw together and reaches over to get the supplies from my hands "Oh no, do you need help?" I shake my head "I'm okay, with a bit of food I'll feel much better. Now, If you may excuse me I'll get going now." I give them a small smile and chime "I also hope you guys enjoy your new clean space I'm sure it makes a huge difference, let me know if any of you need anything else." I slightly bow my head, Yeosang raises his glass slightly to acknowledge me. Meanwhile Yunho waves goodbye and says “We most definitely will you don’t need to worry Miss y/n.”

I close the chapel door behind me and I sit on the floor exhausted. Man, I'm beat.. I wonder how long it's been since that chapel was last cleaned? I'm almost positive it's been more than fifty years. While I sit there motionless trying to regain a bit of strength to head over to the kitchen I recollect Yunho hiding something in his cape when I entered. I wonder what he could be hiding. Seonghwa happens to pass by and sees me sitting on the ground. He walks over to me "Miss y/n are you ok? Why are you on the floor?" I quickly get up "Oh, I'm sorry Master Seonghwa. I'm really tired I just finished cleaning the chapel, Master Yunho insisted on helping me too but it was still alot of work." Seonghwa reaches over and pats my head "I'm sure you did an amazing job. I was actually just looking for you, did you meet all of your Masters?" I nod while I fidget with my hands "Yes but out of all of them I think Master Mingi doesn't really like me. Like at all." He gently strokes my cheek with his ice cold finger "Give him time Miss y/n, it takes a while for him to warm up to others you did nothing wrong I promise." He checks his pocket watch then looks back at me "I'll tuck you in to bed before we all head out to feed okay?" I give him a slightly confused look "You'll what? Oh, no Master there's no need for you to tuck me in, I'm a grown woman I can do it myself I'm not a child." I nervously laugh which causes him to chuckle "You're right, I just want to make sure you'll actually be asleep when we leave." I raise my eyebrows in slight worry "Why is that?" He presses his lips into a kind smile with the corner of his eyes slightly crinkled "I feel like a human like you should never have to witness a vampire feeding, it's not very pretty. In fact it's something I always tend to do in private because of how gruesome it can be to those who've never witnessed it." My stomach flips causing my nausea to come back "Oh.." He gently cups my cheeks and gently squeezes them "You're so cute. but please don't worry you'll be okay I promise you no one will hurt you. This is more just so you can have the peace of mind of not witnessing anything you shouldn't." Something tells me I really should just listen to him and stop doubting it. "I'll see you later then okay?" I quietly nod and he gently runs his fingers through a lock of my hair and walks away leaving me in slight shock. Yeah, maybe I should do what he tells me to even though a part of me is panicking making me think he actually wants me to sleep so I can be his next meal. He's probably just testing me if i listen or not.. Gosh my brain isn't making sense, I need food.

I pick up the cleaning supplies and head to the kitchen, I put up the supplies, wash my hands. and walk towards the refrigerator "I'm starving, I wonder if there's food here." I open the refrigerator and pantry, and to my surprise there were fresh groceries and meat. Weird. I thought they didn’t eat human food? So how did these get here? I shrug and go on and prepare some dinner for myself then Master San, struts into the kitchen sits on the counter next to me and meows. I glance over at him and pet him playing with him for a bit until he begins to purr "Ahh, I know what you want…You want some meat don't you?" He meows and turns into his regular form, he sits on the counter and looks at me and smirks I then look over at him and say "Let me finish cooking the meat, I don't want you to get sick." Luckily San sits there patiently waitng for me to finish until eventually I finish cooking the meat then I go to the fridge, cut open a small bag of blood and generously coat the meat in the blood. I plate the meat with some rice for San and I put it on the table "Here you go Master San I slightly fixed this dish to fit your tastes" I sit down next to him with my own plate of food. He takes a bite out of the meat and throws his head back closing his eyes in pure bliss "Miss y/n this is delicious! Can I eat with you from now on?" I take a bite out of my food and nod "Sure you can if you want to  but I thought vampires couldn't eat human food?" He shakes his head while shoveling meat and some rice in his mouth, he sits there chewing for a few seconds until he finally speaks "Well, we can actually it's just that human food won't benefit us at all and won't satisfy the hunger that blood does. Vampire hunger is much different and painful than human hunger."

A disembodied voice interrupts San and I slightly making me jump from how sudden it was "I'm sorry but I smelled something really good, I'm still not used to someone actually cooking in here it's been ages since I've eaten actual food" Shortly after Wooyoung walks into the kitchen with his hands in his pockets. San motions Wooyoung to come over and says "Here try this, Miss y/n is a genius this is delicious I don't know why we never tried this." he shovels rice and some of the meat coated in blood into Wooyoung's mouth, while chewing his eyebrows raise forming a surprised expression on his face then he turns to me in awe "Wow, that's actually pretty good… Can I please have a plate?" I nod and get up from my seat "Oh of course Master, sit down I'll bring it to you in a few seconds" I prepare a plate for Wooyoung but before I sit down I turn to San and say "Would you like seconds Master?" He nods and gives me a smile so big his eyes turn into little crescents, then I prepare him another bowl and set it down in front of him. With the leftover blood still in the bags I use them to make an earl grey tea infused with blood, I set down the tea cups next to their plates while they devour their food. I set the tea kettle in the middle of the table then I sit down and eat. "So when we found you that night, where were you coming from that you had yummy food with you?" San asks nonchalantly, Wooyoung glares at San and shakes his head then apologetically looks over at me "You don't have to answer that." I shake my head and smile "Nah, it's okay. I was just walking home from work is all." San blinks "Wow, that reminds me I haven't worked in years.." Wooyoung nods "Yeah me either, the last time I worked was when we'd get paid in grain." I gasp "No way you're that old.." He smirks "I am, and proud of it." San smacks Wooyoung's arm "Stop rubbing your immortality in Miss y/n's face that's rude" I giggle and shake my head "It's okay Master San, I actually find it pretty cool you guys have been alive all these years. If it's okay for me to ask, what was your former jobs like?" Wooyoung looks at the wall behind for a few seconds presumably to try and recall his past until he responds "My father was a merchant, I helped him load up our carts and stuff like that to and from the markets. It was pretty heavy work but nonetheless I enjoyed it because I got to spend time with my father." My eyebrows rise "Woah, that's definitely hard work but I'm glad it was hard work with someone whom you cherish that makes it much more worth it." Wooyoung nods with a slight smile "Yeah, I helped him till the very end, same with my mother. I helped my whole family until they were gone." I reach over and gently pat Wooyoung's shoulder "I'm sorry, outliving your own family must have been extremely sad." San glances at Wooyoung gently squeezing the back of his neck and slightly frowns "It is, it's one of the most painful things of being a vampire. It really messes you up for a while." I look at both San and Wooyoung and give them a comforting smile "I know maybe this is weird considering my days are numbered as a human but just know your family is probably happy knowing you're living your life well. Maybe in a very unorthodox way but none the less you're keeping their memories alive." Both San and Wooyoung glance at each other and look down at the table.

Did I say something wrong? "My apologies, for the unwanted advice." Wooyoung shakes his head and smiles "No need, we just remembered something is all." There's something they aren't telling me. "Oh, okay." I awkwardly look at the window behind them and take a sip of my tea "What about you San, what was your job?" San smiles "Guess." I tap my index finger on my chin and look at his physique. Considering how broad his shoulders are and how toned his body is, he probably did some sort of manual labor as well or maybe that could have also been his vampire power up. "Miss y/n?" I hum and look in San's general direction "I was thinking sorry, but I think I have a pretty good idea. You were probably a lumberjack right?" Wooyoung's eyebrows rise in amusement and he reaches over and pats San's back "It's those shoulders isn't it?" I nod and nervously smile "Ah, yeah..." San plays with the piercing on his lip with his tongue then looks into my eyes and smirks "Close, I was actually the son of a farmer so my family owned a farm. Funnily enough I didn't look anything like this when I was alive. These muscles are a product of what I turned into, unfortunately I was always very small so I was always in charge of feeding the animals with my sister while my father and his other employees did the heavier stuff. " I swallow hard and look at the tea kettle in front of us "Oh I see, do you at least have fond memories of your old self?" San nods "Of course, my old self was me as I was meant to live my human life and this version of myself is I, as I meant to live it as a vampire." Wow, he's very confident and wise, I guess he really doesn't mind being a vampire. "It's like you guys get a second chance at life, does that mean you fully embrace being undead?."

Wooyoung slightly frowns "I can't speak for the others but, it's kind of complicated. Like with everything in life it comes with its downsides. Unfortunately this life is a bit more brutal than our previous lives were. which kind of makes us miss our mortality sometimes." Hm, I don't want to bring up memories they're trying to bury besides I don't want them to think I'm being nosy. I look at their empty plates and get up causing a wave of confusion between them both. Almost like they knew what I was thinking San says "Thank you so much for the food and tea Miss y/n it was delicious." I warmly smile and begin to pick up their dishes "Of course you're very welcome Master San and Master Wooyoung, it was nice being able to sit down and have a conversation with you two." They both wave goodbye and before they exit the kitchen San turns to me "Miss y/n I'll see you tomorrow again right?" I hum queueing them to make their way out of the kitchen.

A while later while cleaning up the kitchen I hear footsteps approaching and I slightly tense up until I hear the footsteps come to a halt. I turn around and see Mingi, I quickly bow and say "Master Mingi, hello do you need anything?" He nods and hands me a basket full of bloodied clothes "This is my laundry, just came to drop this off for you." I walk over to him and take the basket from his arms "Thank you Master, I'll have this clean in no time." He turns and walks away without saying a word, I then sigh. I can't force someone to like me, so I might as well just deal with it at least everyone else is ok with me being here so far. I walk over to the laundry room and set down the basket of laundry, sorting though all of the clothes making sure none of them are left without spot cleaning. So a few hours later of scrubbing bloodied clothes, and drying it in an actual dryer as opposed to air-dried Mingi's laundry is finally finished. So when I walk over to his room and I knock on the door with no answer.  Something in my gut told me he wasn't in his room so I decide to knock again, but again no answer. I slowly open the door and see that no one is in there. Oh no.

I quietly close the door behind me and I set the basket on his bed, his room is filled with alot of displayed weapons from different times in history from the medieval "Morning Star" to the 1920's "Tommy Gun" I silently gasp and whisper to myself "He is lethal...who is he? Who are these vampire guys." I look behind me towards the door "I better get out of here before he comes back." I run out of the room and down the corridor while I look behind me to make sure no one saw. Everything seems like it's going okay until I run into Hongjoong causing him to grab me by both my arms tightly "Miss y/n, there you are. Seonghwa is looking for you."  His bloodshot dead grey eyes look down at me "Master Hongjoong I'm so sorry, I just got startled by something I'm so sorry." He cocks an eyebrow and slowly a huge smirk appears on his face clearly getting a kick out of my panic "You better not be causing trouble sweetheart, I don't want to end up having to punish you." I quickly shake my head "No, I promise I'm being good Master Hongjoong." He grabs my arm and walks me over to Seonghwa who was already waiting for me in the bathroom "Seonghwa, I found her." He meets my eyes and smiles "Hello there Miss y/n, time for me to get you ready for bed and tuck you in." This is so embarrassing, is there really a reason for this? Does he really have to keep an eye on me that close? Haven't I proven myself yet?

 Once Seonghwa gets the bath ready and leaves to get some towels and clothes I get in the warm bath making my mind begin to wander. All of those weapons. Are they planning on killing me? Is they why everyone just acts kind of weird? I mean, I know they're all vampires but what's with the tucking me in thing? Gosh, I wish I could be at home. None of this makes sense as to why I'm here, why does Master Seonghwa insist on me being asleep before they leave. My thoughts are interrupted by Seonghwa walking in with the towels and clothes, he sits down on the bench next to the bathtub "Miss y/n did you start washing your hair?" I quietly shake my head too scared to speak up, he then furrows his brows then puts the back of his ice cold hand on my forehead "What's wrong? Are you ok? You've been quiet since Hongjoong brought you to me."  I nod and faintly say "I'm fine, just tired." He rolls his sleeves and proceeds to wash my hair "You must have worked very hard on your first day today, let's get you cleaned up so you can get some rest." He then rinses my hair and smiles "I hope this can cheer you up but, Jongho told me you discovered his beautiful singing and that you couldn't get enough of it. So, we decided he was going to help me tuck you into bed." I look up at Seonghwa, his beautiful smile, his gorgeous slicked back silver hair with a few stray hairs that fell ever so slightly over his eyes. He's so gorgeous he makes me feel so nervous. His emerald and gold eyes look for a reaction written somewhere along my face, so he fondly and intently stares back at me. I was so fixated on his hauntingly gorgeous features I almost forgot I wasn't looking at a photo of him until I quickly snap back to reality "Wait, he's going to sing?" Seonghwa smiles "Yes, he is." I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands "Are you sure he's okay with that? Wouldn't it be a bother?" He shakes his head "I promise you it's not a bother he insisted." He reassures me, he then absentmindedly begins to wash my body, his ice cold hands touch my warm skin and I shiver. I shyly look up at him he and he gasps.

"I'm so sorry I forgot how cold my hands are, my apologies if it made you uncomfortable. I'll wait outside for a few minutes so you can finish bathing and changing" he gets up and scoots the towel closer to the bathtub, once he leaves I finish bathing and drying off. I slip on my soft nightgown, it was a nice shade of pale pink almost white and it fit me perfectly. I put on some slippers then I hear whispering outside of the door. Hmm, this should be good. I slowly walk over to the door to take a listen, from the sound of it it's Hongjoong and Seonghwa. I undo a couple of buttons on my nightgown for a cover in case anyone opens the door. "No, I already told you we need more time, it's too soon. She hasn't even been here one night."  Says Seonghwa in a low whispering tone "Do you know how impatient Draven is getting?! Seonghwa please don't tell me you're already attached to this girl? How is she any different from the girls before her?" Hongjoong adds slightly irritated "I told you, it’s her and all I know is that we need more time, stop talking about this here...I’ll tell you later."

As soon as the talking stops I tip toe closer to the bathtub then seconds later the door opens and I start to button up the undone buttons from my nightgown. I see Seonghwa carefully peaking into the bathroom "Done?" I hum running my fingers through my wet hair "Alright, now let's get you tucked in." Seonghwa walks me to a room with a sigil on the door, I noticed the same sigil under the bed only that it was big that it slightly peeks out out over the edges of the bed. "This is your room, get yourself comfortable, I'll go get Jongho." I climb onto the bed and surprisingly it was very comfortable. I get under the fluffy pink covers and remember that many girls have probably been here before me then I feel a pit in my stomach begin to grow and I begin to feel a bit uneasy knowing this is a literal death bed.

Seonghwa and Jongho come in and close the door behind them, now that I think about it 2 vampires and 1 girl in the same room doesn't sound very safe. Jongho pulls up the chair next to the bed while Seonghwa sits at the edge of the bed then Jongho says "Hi Miss y/n, I'm going to sing some songs for you." I lay down and they briefly look at each other then Jongho begins to sing, the song was so eerily beautiful that by the 2nd song I slowly started drifting off to sleep. Today was so exhausting and my body really felt it. Eventually I fall asleep, but unfortunately a really loud thump wakes me up and I lay there in bed trying to process if what I heard was a dream or if it was real. Deeming it something from my sleep I ignore it then half asleep my mind begins to wander. Why on Earth am I being treated like a child? A grown ass woman getting a bath and getting tucked in to bed from a 400 year old handsome vampire guy? Not to mention he picks out my clothes and my undergarments too? And what did they mean when Seonghwa said they needed more time? MIngi’s room was a whole weapon museum, what? This was too much, it was all a bit weird.

A blood curdling scream interrupts my thoughts causing me to quickly shoot up from the bed. In almost an instant my palms become sweaty, so I get up and I try to open the door but it's locked. My breathing quickens while I try to open the door again but it was in fact locked, I'm screwed. I hear footsteps quickly approaching so I quietly run back to the bed and lay back down.  A few seconds later I hear a click of the door being unlocked. I close my eyes and the footsteps come close to me then they sit down at the edge of the bed "I bought more time for us." Seonghwa gently rests his hand on my leg over the covers "Even at that, when we run out of time I won't let anyone hurt you. I've waited for you for hundreds of years, and I'm not going to let some greedy demon ruin the moment for me." He scoots over next to me and although I couldn't see him staring at me, I could feel it. He leans in and gently kisses the top of my head. I can't think, wait. What's going on?! I feel him get up from the bed followed by slow footsteps until the door closes once again and locking the door behind him. When I open my eyes and lay there in shock, I pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I realize now that this was far from a dream and as weird as it sounded to think that a very handsome 400 year old vampire was in love with me, it might actually be true. Somehow. 

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[writers-potion]

Let's write about killers, serial killers, habitual murderers and getting away with crime! In order to write about these experienced ones, of course, we need to know how to COVER UP A MURDER:

01. Getting Rid of Evidence ☾🩸

Do not leave any DNA behind: Choose a place where there's going to be a lot of other people's DNA from strangers.

Oxygen bleach: These detergents are the best for removing blood stains.

Wear proper gear: goggles, latex gloves, covered shoes

Don't take anything from the body

Clean up.

Leave the body alone: don't touch or move it! It could have just been an accident...right?

Hide the victim's identity also is possible. Set fire to the whole scene.

02. Location/Target 🏠

Be random: A larger number of crimes are committed by someone known/close to the victim. The police will have a significantly harder time if your victim is COMPLETELY A STRANGER TO YOU.

Pick the soically weak: Prostitutes, illegal immigrants, etc. tend to be reluctant to go to the police.

Commit the crime in another city.

Leave the police's mean area of interest - but don't travel so far that they'll start to get suspicious of you intentionally leaving.

Choose a place without a lot of traffic.

Don't travel too long before the crime - you may get tired

03. Type of Crime 🔪

Consider the timing. Night or day? What's the best in this situation?

Shooting? Stabbing?

Poison? Burning? Crucification?

Bomb? Stricking? Fire?

Using your hands vs. A weapon?

04. Timing ⏰

Look like you are not out of place on the street

The best time to commit a crie is in the very early hours of the day when most poeple are asleep.

05. Tools 🔧

Thick gloves are a must

Buy tools at least 1 month before committing the crime

Pay in cash

Destroy any receipts or shopping bag

After the crime is committd, destroy everything you bought as quickly as you can.

Don't buy any brands you typically use, unless they are very generic.

Stagger your purchases - no bulk buying

Shop out of town in large department stores.

06. Alibi 📄

Plan an out of town trip and book everything with your credit car

Stay in a hotel with no cameras.

Sign up for events to attend. Hire someone to check in with your name if possible.

Return home as normal the next day

07. The Getaway 🚗

The best mode of transport is by bike. Travel quickly without being tracked.

Don't be seen walking on the street nearby

08. The Aftermath🏃

Continue about your everyday ife.

No emotional display: Police look for behavioral evidence like anger, sexuality, lust, insecurity, etc.

Don't talk - no braggin, no drunk crime talk.

Don't watch the television or any kind of media for at least a month. The police can use these as tools to psych you out.

If you get arrested, do not speak. No one knows better than you.

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🖱️References

https://www.top-criminal-justice-schools.net/murder/

https://www.theguardian.com/how-to-solve-a-murder-a-detectives-dilemma/ng-interactive/2017/apr/14/coverups-crime-evidence-dna-criminal-justice

[dia-souls]

Can I rqst a scenario and headcannons wherein yui is having her monthly cycle ang how the S,M,T bros would treat her

TW : ⚠️ NSFW, Teasing, blood mentioned ⚠️

🩸 Diaboys and Yui during her monthly cycle 🩸

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🎶 Shu sakamaki 🎶

"Ahhhh what is your problem ? The smell of your blood is driving me crazy. You have no idea that you are seducing me with the smell of your blood. Hehe, you perverted woman, you provoked me, so accept the responsibility. Now come here and let me suck your blood."

At first Shu has no idea what's wrong with Yui and why the smell of her blood is so strong.

He knows nothing about the human body system or even the menstrual period of girls.

Because Shu is too lazy to get information about humans.

At first, Shu tries to suck Yui's blood because of the strong smell of her blood.

He sees that Yui is very sensitive and quickly gets upset and cries or even curls up in pain.

Having no idea about Yui's strange behavior, Shu asks her about her problem.

Yui explains to him and Shu reconsiders sucking Yui's blood.

Shu will take Yui in his arms and sleeps with her.

He kisses Yui and pats her head to comfort her and calm her down.

While sleeping, Shu puts his hand under Yui's clothes and caresses her stomach so that Yui feels less pain.

He tries to get information about this from Reiji to help Yui.

Shu realizes that this happens every month and finds it annoying.

But Shu tries his best to take care of Yui during this time so that she doesn't get hurt and because she is emotionally sensitive, she doesn't get upset.

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☕️ Reiji Sakamaki ☕️

"Oh my dear It seems that you have a serious problem. The smell of your blood is stronger than ever and this is not normal at all. Don't tell me that you are on your period? Good grief . I think I have no choice but to take care of you. You should take care of your body more than this. I don't want my bride to be hurt."

Since the smell of Yui's blood is richer than normal, Reiji immediately notices her problem.

Reiji has studied a lot about humans and knows their body system well and knows the menstrual cycle of girls.

After noticing the smell of Yui's rich blood, Reiji tries to keep her away from his brothers as much as possible.

Reiji knows that if the triplets smell Yui's blood, they will go crazy and annoy her a lot.

He knows that girls become very sensitive in this period of time.

That's why Reiji tries his best to take care of Yui and pays more attention to her.

Reiji forces Yui to stay in her room and rest.

He makes some herbal tea for Yui to ease her pain and make her more relaxed.

While sleeping, Reiji hugs Yui and caresses her.

He prepares a hot water bag for Yui so that Yui can use it and feel less pain.

Maybe he caresses her stomach and kisses her hair while sleeping.

Reiji takes good care of Yui during this period.

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🏀 Ayato Sakamaki 🏀

"Yo Chichinashi The smell of your blood is driving me crazy. Hahaha, you stupid girl, do you even know that you are seducing Ore-sama. you are really stupid Now come here and offer your blood to Ore-sama. If you obey me, I don't mind being gentle with you."

Ayato doesn't even know why the smell of Yui's blood is so rich.

The first thing that comes to Ayato's mind is to pin Yui's thin body on the ground and suck her until she dries up and faints.

When he approaches her to suck Yui's blood, he sees in disbelief that Yui starts crying.

Ayato will doubt. He has no idea why Yui is so sensitive and gets upset so quickly.

He yells at Yui and tells her not to be a spoiled child.

Yui explains about her problem to Ayato and Ayato is even more suspicious than before.

Ayato doesn't know how people bleed for a long time and don't die.

Yui explains more about this problem to Ayato.

Ayato considers this annoying, but since he sees that Yui is very sensitive, he decides to take care of her.

Ayato hugs Yui and caresses her stomach.

Surprised by Ayato's reaction, Yui smiles brightly and thanks him.

In response, Ayato tells her not to get excited. After this is over, Ayato will suck Yui's blood as hell.

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🧸 Kanato Sakamaki 🧸

"Hey Teddy, why do you think she is so annoying and spoiled today? She is constantly crying and moaning in pain. But the smell of her blood is very good. Fufu.... this smell is tempting me. What do you think, let's lock her in a room and suck her blood until she loses consciousness. Ne teddy ?"

Kanato gets irritated by Yui's cries and moans.

In his opinion, Yui's behavior today is much different than usual and also the smell of her blood is very rich.

He has no information about girls' periods.

Kanato forcefully takes Yui to the room and starts sucking her blood.

Yui cries more than other days and this makes Kanato annoyed.

He yells at Yui and pulls her hair and tells her that if she is not a good doll, he will strangle her.

Yui stops crying and sobs silently.

Kanato gets upset again and yells at Yui again.

Yui explains about her problem to Kanato and tells him what is the cause of her pain.

Knowing this, Kanato feels bad and prefers not to drink Yui's blood and kicks her out of his room.

Kanato prefers not to get close to Yui because Yui is very sensitive and her cries annoy Kanato.

After Kanato calms down, he decides to calm Yui down and shares his sweets with her and caresses her head.

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🎩 Laito Sakamaki 🎩

"Nfu .... Bitch Chan. Do you have any idea how rich and sweet the smell of your blood is? Ahhhhh, the smell of your blood is seducing me. What do you think, Yui-chan? Let's go to the room together so that I can give you an incredible experience. Fufu...."

Laito immediately realizes Yui's problem by smelling the rich smell of Yui's blood.

Among his brothers, Laito has been socializing with human girls the most and surely he has a lot of information about them.

Laito knows that girls become very sensitive during this period.

He tries to tease Yui a little at first to see her cry.

Laito thinks Yui's crying is very cute and he enjoys seeing Yui cry.

He sucks Yui's blood to hear more of Yui's moans.

But after a while, Laito decides to take care of Yui.

He holds Yui in his arms and caresses her to calm her down.

Laito whispers sweet words in Yui's ear and kisses her neck.

He puts his hand under Yui's dress to caress her stomach and is a little mischievous, moving his hand to other parts of Yui's body.

Laito kisses Yui all over to comfort her.

He sleeps next to her at night and hugs her.

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🥀 Subaru Sakamaki 🥀

"Hey, what's your problem? Why are you so sensitive and cry so quickly? And that strangely the smell of your blood has become richer than ever. What is your problem? what's going on with you ? "

Subaru is worried when he sees that Yui is more sensitive than ever and changes her mood very quickly and cries.

In fact, Yui's behavior during this period of time reminds him of his mother and he is afraid that Yui will become like his mother.

Subaru is a very isolated boy and does not interact much with people, especially with girls.

Therefore, Subaru knows nothing about the body system of human girls.

When Yui tells Subaru about her problem, he is shocked.

He cannot believe that a weak human can bleed for several days without dying.

Subaru gets very worried about Yui and decides to take care of her.

He tries to get help from Reiji so that Yui doesn't get hurt too much.

Reiji gives different trainings to Subaru and although these things are annoying for Subaru, he tries his best.

He doesn't want to see Yui suffering and gets upset whenever Yui cries.

He hugs Yui and tries to calm her down.

Yui is happy with Subaru's kindness and gives him a bright smile and kisses his cheek.

Subaru blushes and tries to hide his face from Yui, but it's too late.

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Mukami version

Tsukinami + Kino version

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[tsams-bloody-confessions]

Father has made us join the confession blog group to "better socialize us" and "maybe form some non-hostile relationships"

We do not need to mingle with that mess for our happiness, and do not want to. But we made the blog anyway so we can make fun of them

Rules

Dont harass us or others, we will laugh at you and then delete your ask

Dont name people, and dont vague about specific people. We do not care about your interpersonal drama. Have a fist fight over it in a walmart parking lot like a normal person instead of going through us

3 Laws of Fandom apply (Dont Like; Dont Read, YKINMK, Ship and Let Ship), as far as were concerned youre all equally fucking weirdos

Tags

🩸 Hand me a blood bag - Non-confession Asks

🩸 Yapping - in character

Mod 🃏 - ooc

Sun, Moon, Nexus, Lunar, Eclipse, Solar, Earth, Ruin Freak, Solar Flare, Dark Sun, Ugh... Miku

Dividers

[chol1na]

ooo i have a confession! last year we could anonymously submit a piece of writing that we really liked and i handed in xanthus’ poem! everyone was curious about it even more so since no one new the author… i had to play dumb really hard bahahah

-🩸🛍️ because i am a blood bag for lawrence :*

oh wow! i swear, it’s seriously crazy how much of a role saku’s characters play in our lives haha~

i’m assuming no one got the reference? did you guys analyze it together, or was it purely just to read literature for the sake of it?

pfft- the simping is taking me out hahaha

[vampire-robin]

Hello! I just wanted to ask... how are you able to hold off the urge to drink blood from humans? Were there times where you were tempted or nearly lost control? Sorry if it sounds invasive or obvious or anything. My wonders have no bounds.

Also! I offer you some blood for health!

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

Have a good day and thank you for listening! ♥️

Many times. I drink the blood from bags so I can maintain control.

I suppose me being able to maintain control comes from my training as an assassin back when I was human. I was trained to go without food for weeks. I also was on a vegetarian diet, which I suppose has some hand. Connor Hawke also has a similar diet to mine and he was also a vegetarian.

Thank you for the blood :)

[silvernyxchariot]

The Swan Song of Heavenly Hound

TW/CW: angst, because it's sad hours; character death (not a canon character's, dw about that); blood🩸/gore (just a smidgen 👌); idk, out of character, but then again, this is CCxSelf-insert, duh; written at 01:30, posted at 02:45

Series: One Piece, Doflamingo x OPsona, End of series timeline/Eustass Kid is King of the Pirates

Word Count: 670

"I'm so very tired, Joker."

Explosions littered the battlefield. The ringing in Doflamingo's ears made it difficult for him to hear Manda’s already fading voice. Instead of his signature smile, a deep frown wrinkled his face. "You're always tired..." he said without even any malice.

Blood flooded out of Manda’s mouth and oozed out of one of their nostrils. Their under eyes were decorated with grey bags, utterly weary from the days long war Kid and Doflamingo got their combined crews into. That strange alliance always made other pirates and even the World Government confused and wonder.

"You..." they huffed out between breaths, "promised me... you would destroy everything..." Tears spilled from corners of their eyes. Little waterfalls they were. "Why haven't you done that yet?" Manda didn't really care for an answer. They only wanted to keep listening to their beloved's voice.

What they wanted to keep hearing was Doflamingo's sinister baritone voice rumble as they were held in his arms, close to his chest, and his arrogant laughter. "You don't want the world to end. You wanted to end your pain." But what they didn't expect was the truth that both of them had denied themselves.

Manda’s breathing hitched before slowing down to a faint but steady rhythm.

"Do you want me to end it for you?" He asked, plain as day, knowing full well Manda’s wounds were fatal and their body was nothing but a destroyed bundle of flesh and broken bones. An exposed rib cage, limbs cut and sliced open, missing half of their left hand, a chonk of their thigh was bitten off, and days without a moment to rest. One's devil fruit was only so powerful. They'll never recover.

Doflamingo's much smaller partner felt like a broken porcelain doll in his arms. They tilted their head side to side, sluggishly indicating "no."

"I just want to stay here..." their voice fading further into near soundlessness, "with you, Doffy."

After a brief moment, like the flicker from a matchlock being fired, Manda’s eyes shut permanently, and their head lulled into Doflamingo's already blood-stained chest. Veins popped out of Doflamingo's forehead.

Is this what Big Mom felt? Or Kaido when they were being invaded by the Straw Hats back in their day? Too many thoughts but not enough action. Doflamingo couldn't stay in this spot forever.

As much as he wanted to mourn the loss of his longest term partner, he could do nothing more than wrap their body in threads, in a protective cocoon, to retrieve later. For the war has not ended. And his age of piracy was over. It was a new generation treating them like the old has-beens of a bygone era.

Log notes... [After the war]

""Demon Dog," Jiruga Manda of the Kid Pirates has been eliminated and weakened their fighting strength significantly," the World Goverment recorded.

"Eustass "Captain" Kid, King of the Pirates?! The Kid Pirates are deeply wounded and have hidden themselves to recover from their losses," the News Coo would headline.

Yes, all his officers knew he was still mourning, after all this time, the only bitch who would put up with him and not just for beri, expensive jewelry, clothes, or status.

Doflamingo was left on his little throne at his small island base, one he had built with Manda after they had freed him from Impel Down. With an empty seat next to him. He wore his expensive suits again. Mostly black with purple accents. He rarely smiled like he did when he ruled Dressrosa and always showed his displeasure, never bothering to mask his feelings. And he usually brandished a firearm, one his beloved designed for him years ago.

Senior Pink, though... He noticed the changes, too, but he was the only one who understood why Doflamingo wore his best outfits again, why they were usually pink and black, or why Doflamingo would explicitly ask for white lilies to be brought to him in November.

"That hound from the Kid Pirates always loved Doflamingo in his business attire..."

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I have not yet edited my OPsona's name from "Manda" to "Nyx," and I'm honestly too tired to care.

[patchworkgargoyle]

🩸 A Steddie Big Bang Fic 🌙

Chapter 4

story by: @patchworkgargoyle || art by: @mcdadarts || playlist to come by: @steves-strapcollection Rating: E || Words: ~3.5k || CW: graphic depictions of violence, blood drinking || Full tag list on ao3! || Posting: weekly Fic title from Wolf Like Me - TV On The Radio

It had taken two hours–two whole, entire hours, from 12:30am to nearly 3am–for Munson to get enough things together for him to feel ready to leave for Steve’s house. He’d kept getting distracted, rifling through his room like he’d forgotten almost everything he owned and each uncovered trinket was a noteworthy discovery. And Steve was annoyed.

Dustin and Chrissy managed to keep Eddie on track, somehow, and Steve knew if they hadn’t they’d never have left before the sun came up. All he’d done was sit in the doorway to Eddie’s room and complain that they were wasting time. How many damn band tees did a guy need, anyway?

When he saw Eddie try to put his infamous lunchbox into his patched up duffel bag, Steve put his foot down. “No, you’re not bringing that into my house.”

“I’m an entrepreneur, Harrington, don’t tell me I can’t keep up my business. One that you’ve personally partaken in, in fact, so you being stuck up about it isn’t gonna fly.” he replied with a tight smirk.

“Business?” Dustin asked, but went ignored by every teen.

“If you’re still out making–” Steve glanced at Dustin. “Making money, running around town, that messes up the plan. And you can’t have them come to my house either.”

Eddie grit his teeth, clearly trying to bite back a sneer, then tossed the lunchbox onto his bed a little rougher than Steve thought was necessary, narrowly missing Chrissy who was unfazed. Steve just rolled his eyes.

There was an awkward moment of silence, then Dustin spoke again. Bluntly. “Eddie, are you a prostitute?”

Eddie burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained. Chrissy choked out a giggle, hand over her face. Eddie doubled over with his arms wrapped around his waist and Steve’s eyes were drawn to the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, dark lashes fanned over his cheeks while tears started to clump them together. Swallowing, Steve looked away and ignored how his face heated at Dustin’s question.

“Jesus H. Christ, kid, that’s a new one,” Eddie said around his poorly contained cackling, wiping at his eyes. “I’m a creature of the night, not a man of the night. There’s a difference.”

Of course, Dustin wasn’t deterred. “What’s in the lunchbox then?”

It was then that Eddie scooped up the joint he’d rolled for Steve off the floor, like he’d just remembered it was there, and shoved it into his pocket. “Something I’ll tell you about when you’re older.”

“No, you will not,” Steve said firmly, glaring at Eddie who held his hands up in surrender in a way that was distinctly sarcastic, a glint in his eye like he knew he was pushing Steve’s buttons. It set his teeth on edge. The dimple that appeared when Eddie smirked and winked at Dustin made it worse.

But, eventually, they were on their way. Chrissy drove off after promising to stop by Steve’s in a day or two, and also after extracting from Steve a promise to keep Eddie safe. She and Eddie had hugged for a long time while Steve loaded Dustin’s bike into his trunk, which did nothing to convince Steve there wasn’t something going on between them, but at this point it wasn’t really his business.

On the way to drop Dustin off, the kid asked Eddie an endless stream of questions which Eddie could only answer half of. Was he able to go out in sunlight? No. What happens? His skin starts to boil and blister. Did he have a healing factor? Yes. Could he turn into a bat or a wolf? He fuckin’ wished.

When Steve parked in Dustin’s driveway, Dustin was in the midst of asking, “So who turned you?”

“Uh, wasn’t a ‘who’ as much as it was a ‘what.’” Eddie leaned into the space between the front seats, tilting his chin up and pulling down the collar of his shirt. There was no missing the scarring on Eddie’s jaw, but it was shocking to see how far it went down, and how ragged the scarring really was.

“Did you get used like a chew toy?” Steve asked, which got a snort out of Eddie.

“Bet you’d know all about that, huh?” he teased. Steve’s lips pursed and he hoped it was dark enough they couldn’t see the flush in his cheeks. He shouldn’t have said anything.

Before Eddie could start explaining, the front door swung open, spilling light onto the driveway and Claudia stepped out, hair in curlers, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, and wearing a deeply worried frown. Dustin cursed under his breath and scrambled out of the car with a hasty goodbye.

“You’re welcome!” Steve said, but Dustin slammed the door shut before he finished, trapping the following sigh within the leather upholstered interior.

He only half-listened to the muffled conversation between the Hendersons, having heard the worried questioning brushed off too many times to count, now, and returned the smile and wave Claudia sent his way before they went inside.

“Kid’s really got an ego,” Eddie said with a nervy laugh, and Steve snorted.

“You could say that again,” he replied.

The drive home was, well, probably the most awkward one Steve had ever experienced. For all of Eddie’s bluster in the trailer he fell unnervingly silent. His leg, though, kept bouncing rapidly, and he picked at his cuticles while he kept his gaze fixed out the windshield. Even his slow heart picked up to something a little closer to a normal, human pace.

“You okay, man?” Steve eventually asked once the bouncing started to drive him a little insane.

The laugh that escaped Eddie sounded manic. “Sure, dude, just waiting for the point at which you pull over and take me out like some supernatural hitman.”

“Wait, what? I’m not gonna t-take you out!”

“You mean you weren’t waiting to get me alone just to assassinate me?” 

Steve shook his head, baffled. “No! I’m literally just taking you to my place. That was the plan, not whatever… insane thing you’re thinking of.” Sparing Eddie a glance, he caught him staring back with wide, tense eyes, his irises black in the darkness of the car. “I promise, Munson. No funny business.”

He let out a long exhale, but finally Eddie slumped heavily into the seat. “Thank fuck. I don’t particularly want to die, especially not at the hands of a monster-hunter-turned-werewolf.”

“If it helps, I’d make it quick and painless,” Steve said, smirking. He hoped the joke would land and not make Eddie either more worried or, worse, piss him off. He didn’t want an angry vampire loose in his car.

Thankfully, after a pause, Eddie barked out a laugh, head thumping against the headrest. “Good to know I’m in the hands of an ethical killer, then.”

Steve chuckled along, but it faded quickly as the words soured something in his gut. He had to set that straight, right now. “I don’t, uh, kill. If I can help it.” Catching Eddie’s interested look, he continued. “It kinda goes on my record as a hunter, and not as a good thing, but I can’t bring myself to do it. There’s some stuff that’s really just an animal, and if they go feral then I have no choice, but that’s, like, the very last option. Most creatures are pretty sentient, so…”

“So killing them feels wrong?” Eddie supplied where Steve trailed off, and Steve nodded, finally pulling into his own darkened driveway.

“Yeah. They can be reasoned with, somehow, or led away to a safer place, y’know?”

“Huh.”

With the Bimmer in park, Steve turned to Eddie. He had his head tilted to the side, curls draped across his unscarred cheek as his eyes darted all over Steve’s face. A tiny line formed between his eyebrows. Steve felt examined, like Eddie was assessing him, and wanted to look away, get out of the car and walk off the buzz the intensity left under his skin. Maybe it was just a vampire thing.

A slow smile stretched Eddie’s full lips, one that felt much more genuine than any others Steve had seen that night. “So you’re just a glorified wildlife rescuer?” he said, amused. Steve just shrugged.

“I guess so. Supernatural wildlife.”

“Now that makes me feel a lot better. Bleeding Heart Harrington, who knew?”

“Shut up, you’ll ruin my reputation,” he joked. Shoving Eddie’s shoulder, he said, “C’mon, let’s get you settled in Munson.”

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Having someone in his house 24/7 was an experience Steve hadn’t had since he was a kid. Once he hit his mid-teens, his parents started going on consultation trips and left Steve in as the resident Harrington Hunter in Hawkins, only backed up by the (usually ineffective) police, and the Carvers. He did well enough for himself, and he took a little bit of pride in being independent, told himself he liked the quiet. Filling the house with parties, before everything went to shit, was just expected of him. Having Robin and the kids around a few times a week was just for hunter business (and to hang out with his best friend).

This, though? Having a bored, listless, undead roommate messing with his things, moving them out of place, leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor even though the basket was right there, closing all the blinds and curtains instead of staying in the guest room to sleep during the day, like a normal person would? It was the most annoying experience of his life.

Each morning he’d join Steve in the kitchen before work, his eyes boring longingly into Steve’s mug of coffee. The first morning he offered to brew more, yet Eddie shook his head and said, “Wish I could, buddy, but I don’t think either of us wants to clean up that mess,” and cackled at Steve’s disgusted grimace. But it turned into a routine from there, with Eddie poking fun at his mom’s dull decor choices and Steve’s hair care habits while Steve struggled to bring his brain up to speed with Eddie’s seemingly endless energy. He did notice the dark circles under Eddie’s eyes growing a little more intense each day, but if Eddie didn’t seem bothered by anything, Steve wouldn’t mention it.

Steve would come home to find his parents’ records strewn all across the off-white carpet, Eddie lying amongst the pile listening to whatever he’d claimed to be “barely tolerable” at a truly ridiculous volume. He couldn’t get too mad, because when he’d ask Eddie to turn the volume down he’d give a genuine apology and scramble up to reach the volume knob, but still. Annoying.

Add to it the rest of the Party, who demanded to invade his house as soon as Dustin told them all the news, and Steve was ready to pop a blood vessel.

He wasn’t supposed to have to babysit a group of middle schoolers and a fully-grown adult nerd, and yet. Here he was. At least the others would be arriving soon for a meeting.

They were so loud, too. Dustin, Mike, and Eddie sounded like they were arguing but from the sounds of it they were just excited. Will, Lucas, and Max sat in their own little bubble, talking just as loud if only to hear themselves over the obnoxious yelling. Steve had to close himself in his kitchen and breathe for a few minutes before he could face the noise, and how Max managed to handle it he had no idea.

“Alright, hey!” he shouted over the mass of nerds huddled in his living room. They didn’t stop. He clapped his hands, loudly. “Hey!”

Finally all their heads turned to him. Will and Lucas at least had the manners to look apologetic. The rest of them were unimpressed–though Max was exempt, Steve couldn’t change that if he tried.

“Keep it down, you’re gonna make me burst an eardrum.”

“Whatever, old man,” Max snarked with a little smirk. Lucas laughed, making Steve roll his eyes with a fondness he’d deny.

“Sorry, Steve,” Will said.

He sighed. “It’s fine. Don’t know what you’re all screaming about anyway.”

“Eddie was telling us about his D&D campaign,” Dustin said.

“Of course. That definitely means you have to shout at the top of your lungs.”

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all gave him a glare that screamed, “Duh.” Brats. But then Steve saw the thoughtful look on Eddie’s face. One that spelled bad news.

“Y’know, I couldn’t run a campaign for you tiny tots through Hellfire because of the–” he waved a lazy hand at the curtains shutting out the weak autumn light from the backyard, “but maybe I can now.” He grinned when the boys all started shouting again and Steve let out a groan.

“Maybe if you all shut the hell up,” Steve said, surly and rubbing at his temples. That was when the doorbell started to ring, repeatedly and insistently, and Steve stormed off to go answer the door.

Robin opened it with her key just before he’d gotten there, grinning. “Hey, dingus!” Nancy and Jonathan stood behind, the former glaring at Robin and the latter wearing a sheepish smile. Before he could even invite them in, Robin pushed past with an affectionate shoulder bump.

“I’m sorry, I think she heard that racket and–”

Steve finished Nancy’s sentence while pulling her into a one-armed hug. “Decided to be an ass? Yeah. That happens. I’ll get her back by stealing her food at work.”

“I heard that!” she shouted from the kitchen needlessly.

“Good!”

Jonathan chuckled at the exchange and gave an awkward nod when he followed Nancy inside. All they were waiting on now was Hopper and Eleven’s arrival. The teens gathered on the fringes of the kids’ loose huddle around Eddie, catching up on their day-to-day, which mostly meant commiserating about school and work, until the last knock on the door came and Steve let Hopper and El inside.

El gave Steve a bright, wide smile and raced off to the kids, leaving Hopper shaking his head fondly at her.

“How’s it going, kid?” he asked, clapping Steve on the shoulder.

“It’s fine. Looking forward to getting this solved though.”

Hopper hummed in agreement, making his way to the group.

“Oh, fuck.” Eddie’s eyes went wide when he saw Hopper, quickly looking at Steve. “Why’s he here!?”

“Good to see you too, Munson,” Hopper droned, “but for once it’s not because of your shitty life choices.”

Eddie snorted. “Says the guy who buys–”

“Shut it.”

Steve watched the two, biting back a smile when Eddie zipped his lips and gave a mocking salute, Hopper’s eyes narrowing at the gesture. Catching his eye, Eddie smirked at Steve, the corner of his mouth pulling down in amusement. He couldn’t help it, a smile cracked through Steve’s resolve and he dipped his head to hide it.

Sighing, Hopper began again. “So, I assume at this point everyone’s been caught up on the situation?” A round of nods and he grumbled, “There’s no secrets in this damn group. Fine, makes this easier then.” He jerked his chin at the kids. “You lot, you’re to stay out of anything that isn’t research. You’ve seen enough already.”

Where Will and Lucas looked a little queasy at the memory of the werewolf, Dustin, Mike, and Max started protesting. El merely glanced between them all curiously, but when Mike started to make his defence, she began to nod.

“We were the ones to find it, we know what to look for!”

“You know a dead werewolf body when you see it, great job,” Hopper snarked. “That’s more than you should’ve ever seen, so you’re benched, got it?”

They groaned.

“If anyone calls the paper about some weird sightings, I’ll follow up on it and let everyone know. And maybe Jonathan and I can check the archives, on the off-chance that there’s something there?” Nancy said, earning a nod from Hopper.

“Steve?” He looked up when his name was called. Hopper seemed almost apologetic about what he was going to say next. “Your best move is to do nothing. We can’t have you drawing attention to your squatter.”

“Hey, I was invited, thank you very much,” Eddie said.

Steve sighed, frowning. He knew it was right, but he hated being put on the sidelines. It also meant he couldn’t be out there, helping. “So no patrols?”

“Nope. Sorry, kid.”

He folded his arms and leaned further against the corner he’d claimed. “What if something else happens? Other hunter stuff?”

“Leave it to me, alright? Me and the guys can handle it for a while. Hell, maybe we’ll even make the Carvers pull their weight for once.” Steve and Hopper both shared a scoff at the idea, though Steve still wasn’t confident that those in the know at Hawkins PD could handle much at all.

“I guess that leaves me on Dingus Distraction Duty.” Robin sidled up beside Steve, offering him an open bag of chips pilfered from his own kitchen.

“I think now you’ve got two dinguses to distract, if you’re hanging out here,” he said. She and Eddie locked eyes expressionlessly for a moment, then pointed finger-guns at each other, giggling. Why did this suddenly seem like a very bad idea?

“If anything comes up, like if you find another corpse, you’ll call me, right?” Steve asked, a little worried about his fate if Robin and Eddie got along as well as he dreaded they would, and Hop nodded.

“You’ll be the first person I call.”

“Wow, Harrington, you’d rather hang out with a dead guy than an undead guy? That hurts.” Eddie put his hands over his heart. “That hurts right here.”

“That feels discriminatory,” Robin said. Eddie nodded excitedly.

Steve just hung his head with a sigh.

The meeting wrapped up not long after, with rides arranged and meet-ups for later organised. Robin left with Nancy, Mike, Jonathan, and Will after threatening Steve into hanging out after their shift tomorrow (not that he really needed to be threatened), the other kids getting ferried home by Hopper.

Steve waved them all off and closed the front doors with a relieved sigh. Finally the house was quiet. Steve walked back to the living room, expecting Eddie to have started ransacking his movie collection only to find him still in his spot on the couch, looking paler than usual. His hand was clamped tightly over his mouth, eyes screwed shut and chest rising and falling in very slow, measured breaths. Something about it had the hairs on the back of Steve’s neck standing on end.

“Whoa, dude, you okay?” he asked, stepping closer. Eddie flinched hard.

“Just gimmie a sec.” Eddie’s words, muffled by his palm, were flat and forced.

Steve froze. “Sure, yeah, okay.”

Afraid to move, Steve stayed in that spot halfway to Eddie between the couch and the coffee table. Neither of them spoke. All Steve could hear was Eddie’s harsh breathing. After a few minutes his shoulders eased away from his ears, but he still hadn’t opened his eyes, or removed his hand.

“Can you, like, open the windows or something? Let some fresh air in?” His throat bobbed.

“Yeah.” Steve backed away, then opened the windows, doing his best to keep the blinds and curtains closed against the sun. Without moving closer, he asked, “Uh, that better?”

Eddie kept breathing slowly, but the tension around his eyes started to dissipate. He nodded.

“Thank–” Eddie cleared his throat. “Thanks, man.”

“Wanna tell me what that was about?” 

It might’ve sounded a little accusatory, though Steve tried to rein that back. But some little animal instinct in him was still waving a whole field of red flags. Eddie looked like he’d been in pain, broken bone kinds of pain, and now that he wasn’t so wound up Steve could see that he was shaking.

“Been a while since I’ve been around so many people. And, uh, also been a while since I’ve had a drink.”

Steve was about to ask what he meant before it clicked. A drink, of blood. Oh shit.

“When was the last time you… did that?”

“Last week. It’s been too long. The night you showed up, Chrissy was coming by so we could, y’know.”

“Shit.”

Eddie chuckled hollowly. “Yeah, shit.”

“You can call her, it’s fine if she comes over.” He started to walk to the phone but Eddie shook his head, hand falling away from his mouth. He still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“She’s got cheer practice. And if she’s seen here? In broad daylight? And before you suggest animals, they can only keep me going for a few hours. I’ve tried it.”

Staring at Eddie, hunched on the couch and looking like a man on death’s door, Steve weighed their options. Well, the only one he could even consider at the moment. It didn’t take him long to do, and he pushed aside all the weird thoughts, surprises, and worries and buried it all under his desire to help and professional curiosity.

“Bite me.”

Eddie’s head snapped up. Finally, Steve noted with relief, his eyes were open.

Read chapter 5 now on ao3!

[bluiex]

Hmm... *brushes aside the debris on this blog with a foot* I see something bad happened here today. As much as I love angst, and I still very much intend to write more of the Turned!Grian scarian vampire au, I think you need some fluff tonight. Enjoy :)

-🩸 sang anon

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"You're joking, right?"

"No really! I used to hit this place all the time! You're gonna love it!"

Despite how eager Scar was, Grian felt a twinge of disappointment. His stomach growled at fragrance of dough and melted chocolate chips that swirled through the midnight air. Even from across the street, his heightened smell caught peanut butter, macadamia nuts, caramel, lemon zest, and a hundred other flavors his undead pallet could no longer taste.

"Scar, could we maybe just-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer, Grian. This is gonna be great. Just trust me!"

The light turned and they crossed the road hand in hand. (Scar dragging Grian behind him more like an excited toddler than a boyfriend.) Around them, the light of reflected streetlamps shone from the windows of closed shops, but in front of them was a warm, moon-shaped neon sign that read "Phantom Cookies."

Scar held the door open for Grian with a smile. "Welcome to Phantom Cookies" echoed the pajama-wearing employees as the two monsters stepped inside.

"This place is only open from midnight to five am," Scar beamed. "Its perfect for late night snacks and it smells amazing!"

A lopsided smile broke over Grian's face. It'd been so long since his life (or afterlife?) had a semblance of normality to it. Scar taking him on a date sent butterflies through his stomach, but it'd be months, years even, before his body could taste human food again.

He didn't want to pretend to enjoy it.

"We'll have one dozen, half chocolate chip and half peanut butter. Heated please!"

The ex-hunter sat down as Scar paid the cashier and brought a box of cookies and a single carton of milk to the table. Just as Grian reached to open the box, Scar swatted his hand away.

"Not yet sunshine," he smiled. "I gotta surprise for you."

The vampire unzipped his travel bag and clanged a red thermos on the table in front of his date.

"What's that there?" Grian eyed, feeling the back of his fangs prickle at the faint scent of iron drifting from it.

"What do you think it is?"

"Its certainly not what I think it is out in public, is it?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Scar hummed, opening the cookie box and shoving a chocolate chip one towards Grian. "Take a bite of this and a sip of that. I promise you you're gonna love it!"

He took the cookie and inspected it with a forced grin. "Ah yes, cookies and O negative. Just the way Santa likes them."

"I mean, milk is another body fluid when you think about it. Just a more socially acceptable one to drink." Scar mused. "Now eat!"

Grian's heart sank at his boyfriend's twinkling green eyes. He pressed the sweet between his teeth and bit into it, nothing but it's warm temperature and a crunchy, chewy absence filling his mouth.

It was lifeless.

"And then..." said Scar pushing the thermos forward with a finger, "have a drink."

Blood sounded like the worst beverage to pair a warm cookie with, but his mouth was dry so Grian unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

Instantly, the tang of life and hot metal sprung into his mouth. It coated his tongue like the morning sun, warming the fledgling vampire from the inside out. But instead of merely tasting good, loads of sugar and chocolate burst across his senses like the richest blanket in the world.

He could feel every granule of sugar scraping across his tongue and taste of buttery eggs and vanilla mixed into the batter. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the smell of chocolate, sweet chocolate, matched the equally delicious flavor in his mouth.

"See? I told you you'd like it." Scar said gently placing one hand over Grian's.

"But I thought I couldn't taste anything anymore!" He sniffed, rubbing his his face across his sleeve. "Everything else tasted so terrible! I-I thought you said it'd be years before I could-"

"It'll be years before you can taste anything without having a drink first." He finished. "And I purposefully didn't tell you that back home because I wanted your first 'normal' meal to be special."

Gods above if he didn't want to kiss the man senseless right then.

Grian smiled and giggled, then burst into laughter and pulled Scar across the table into a teary, half armed hug.

"You're an ass." He said pressing a kiss onto Scar's forehead. "A wonderful, terrible pain in the ass."

"We can do that later if you're still up for it," He teased as Grian sat back in his chair. "But let's make a habit of coming here. It's open late and I really missed the food."

"What made you stop coming here in the first place?" The other vampire asked as he chewed on another cookie. "Afraid of putting on some immortal pounds?"

"Actually, a certain hunter kept bothering me. Pesky bird kept me up all day so I had to sleep during the night."

"Good for you that bird is a bat now."

"Oh no," Scar's eyes softened as he stared warmly at Grian. "I'd say you're just a night owl now. Maybe even a nightingale! Because you're still just as lovely and still just as pesky."

Grian snorted and turned aside to cover his cheeks. Perhaps he couldn't blush anymore, but that didn't change the fact he felt warm and very loved by his thoughtful, goofy, and absolutely perfect boyfriend.

:(((((( /pos /pos /pos

Gods I love them so much. So much. Waaaah *rolls around hugging this* this is super cute and lovely and ghngnhhnhn amazing. Thank you

[mymessedupthoughts]

Bad Blood 🩸

Wilhelm stops in his tracks, blinking a few times to make sure that the guy is real and not a fragment of his imaginations. The guy is still there, and now he moves, slowly walking to Wilhelm, until it is only six feet between them.

“Uh…” Wilhelm feels like his feet are glued to the ground and he doesn't know any words to say, he’s not sure why. Maybe because of the beauty, or maybe his instinct screams danger? But the boy looks so delicate, he mustn't be dangerous, right?

“Hi!” the pretty guy finally says, voice clear and careful. He smiles sheepishly to Wilhelm, showing his perfect white teeth with cute little fangs that stick out a bit from the neat row of teeth. He reminds Wilhelm of a tiny kitten. 

“Can I help you?” Wilhelm asks warily, pulls out his earbuds and puts it in his hoodie pocket.

“Mmhm, yeah, technically I do need your help.” The guy moves again, slower, calculating his every step. Like a predator going to pounce the prey. The eyes flashing dark, “Um, I need food?”

Wilhelm swallows. Okay, that’s so fucking creepy. No one ever asks him for food in the street, in the middle of the night, with that much of hungry eyes. Now his instinct of danger is getting stronger. He slowly steps backwards. 

“I don’t have any food, but–”

Just before he can talk or move any further, the guy suddenly jumps with a lightning speed and pushes Wilhelm to the nearest wall, pinning him with a forearm presses on Wilhelm’s chest. The other hand pushes against the wall next to Wilhelm’s head to prevent a hard collision. 

“Fuck!” Wilhelm yelps, shocked, eyes wide in surprise. His messenger bag dropped on the pavement, laptop and phone peeking from the lid. 

“Sshh…keep quiet,” the curly haired guy whispers coldly. “I’m sorry, but this is urgent. I’m starving, really need food..” He leans back, shows an inhumanly smirk, eyes dark and hungry, not looking sorry at all. 

“I–I said I don’t have any food. But I–uh– I have some money,” Wilhelm stammers and squirm, trying to move out of the other guy’s grip, though the forearm on his chest doesn't budge. The guy is a few inches shorter than him but definitely stronger. “Please..uh–my roommate will be looking for me. And I–I need to feed my fish. And, my professor will kill me if I don't finish my essay, then my mamma will also kill me if I fail again on my course. Just–please let me go, I have money, I’ll give it all to you…I won’t tell anyone.” Wilhelm's eyes frantically look around, hoping someone sees them, but the street is quiet and empty.

The guy huffs a laugh–if Wilhelm is not on the brink of death he will find it adorable–and lick his lips. “I don’t need your money..” He tilts his head predatorily. Face sneers, bare his teeth, showing the cute little fangs.

Wilhelm feels his breath getting erratic, and in his mortification, it’s not only from fear. He really shouldn't be aroused at the time like that, stupid horny brain. He definitely needs to get laid. 

“Sorry, this will hurt a little, just take a deep breath..” the guy mutters, the sneering face slowly approaching Wilhelm’s neck.

Involuntarily, Wilhelm tilts his neck, closes his eyes tightly and swallows, half brace himself for stabs or something, and half forcing his arousal to die down. He whimpers, feeling cold presses on his neck. What is happening now?  

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