#Austin sommers x y/n

[gingerteafairy]

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫

The result of summoning a spirit without knowing it can be impressive —or highly delicious.

tags n warnings: austin sommers x reader, vampirism, witchcraft, language, dry humping, love bites. word count: 2.4k masterlist

As someone completely inexperienced and, to be honest, a little odd, you had no idea how you ended up in this situation. Alone, sitting on the floor, a single candle flickering beside you, and a man—magnificent, almost ethereal—materializing right before your eyes after you recited some silly spell you found on the internet as a joke.

"How to Summon a Vampire. 100% Foolproof Tutorial."

I mean, there was no way this could be real. It was literally from a blog written fifteen years ago, with terrible formatting and a design that looked like it had crawled straight out of the early days of the internet. And yet… there he was. Standing in your room, looking utterly unimpressed at having been disturbed.

"What, girl? Are you just gonna sit there staring at me?" he grumbled, crossing his arms impatiently. The motion caused his half-unbuttoned shirt to slip open a little more, revealing a toned chest where silver necklaces rested against his pale skin. "God, are you mute, or just stupid?"

"S-Sorry, it’s just… I didn’t think this would actually work," you stammered, blinking rapidly as if trying to force reality to make sense. You had literally summoned a vampire into your bedroom. "I was just… bored."

"Yeah, well, idle hands are the devil’s playground, huh? Your mother never taught you that?" He mocked, stretching his arms above his head like a lazy, well-fed cat. His movements were casual, yet dripping with a confidence so effortless it was almost taunting. "You should really get a better hobby than playing around with witchcraft."

"Witchcraft? But… aren’t you a vampire?" you asked, finally pushing yourself up to stand. The height difference between you became glaringly obvious—he towered over you effortlessly, his presence somehow even more imposing up close.

"Uh, duh. Look at me," he scoffed, making a dramatic gesture toward himself. When you hesitated, he rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh before tugging back his upper lip with his index finger. No sharp fangs like in the movies. But still… there was something about him, something undeniably not human.

"Shit…" you whispered, leaning in slightly for a closer look. Your hand lifted instinctively, but you caught yourself halfway and quickly pulled it back.

"So? Why the hell did you summon me?" he snapped, cutting through your awe as he shoved a hand into his coat pocket. He pulled out a black pill and a small metal flask, unscrewing the lid and taking a swig. His face twisted in mild disgust—alcohol, you guessed.

You exhaled deeply. Now wasn’t the time to second-guess yourself—there was a real vampire standing in front of you.

"I want to become one," you admitted, straightening your posture in an attempt to look braver than you felt. Or at least, something close to it. “A vampire.”

He raised an eyebrow, scanning you from head to toe as if he were dissecting every detail, every cell of your body. Then, he let out a low, drawn-out chuckle. "And why do you want that?"

You hesitated. Your reason was stupid, obvious, frivolous. But something in his eyes told you he’d know if you lied. So, you decided to tell the truth.

"I'm bored."

He tilted his head slightly, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’re kind of weird."

"Is that a bad thing?" you asked, frowning.

"Nah," he chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "Actually, I like it. At least it’s original."

"So… will you turn me?" you asked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He let out a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back before looking at you again. "I don’t know… Are you willing to pay the price?"

"Yes," you answered without hesitation. You had come this far—whatever came next was just a bonus.

"Alright then," he shrugged, loosening his arms and stepping toward you. Slowly. Deliberately.

He stopped so close you could feel his breath—a cold whisper against your skin. "You’re kinda cute," he murmured, his gaze trailing over you again. "It’d be a shame to ruin that…"

"Uh… thanks?" you replied, unsure whether it was a compliment or if he was genuinely surprised you weren’t some kind of freak.

His smile widened, amused. "Oh, this is going to be fun…"

He touched your face with his fingertips, cold skin contrasting with the heat of your body. With a subtle movement, he tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck. His gaze became intense, fixed on the spot where your pulse hammered beneath the thin skin. You felt your heart race and, instinctively, you closed your eyes—perhaps in a futile attempt to not feel so vulnerable under his predatory gaze.

“By the way, I’m Austin Sommers,” he introduced himself, his casual tone contrasting with the way he pressed his index finger against your artery, feeling each rapid beat. “You’ll need to know when you need to moan my name.”

“What? Ouch!” You let out a surprised cry when you felt something sharp tear your skin—a quick, precise cut. Before you could react, Austin had already tilted his head and pressed his mouth against the wound, his warm lips sealing themselves around your skin.

The initial shock was replaced by an alarming sensation—pleasurable, intense. His tongue slid across the cut, cleaning away the remaining blood, and a shiver ran down your spine. Your body reacted before your mind could process what was happening; your hand shot to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you tried to anchor yourself to something.

And God… it felt good. So damn good.

Austin pulled away slowly, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his tongue over his lower lip, collecting any lingering traces of blood. A playful smile curved his mouth as he wiped a bit of the crimson liquid from the corner with his finger—then brought it to his lips, sucking on it leisurely.

"Your blood is sweet," he mused, still savoring the taste. His gaze flickered over your face before dropping back to your neck. He lifted a hand, running a finger along your skin to gather another drop, which he lazily licked away. "Like, really sweet. Almost pure sugar."

"Is that… a good thing?" you asked awkwardly, bringing a hand to your neck. When you glanced at your palm, you noticed a thin streak of blood still trailing down your skin.

"Eh, depends," he shrugged, then gestured toward your hand. "Hey, don’t waste that."

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and dragged his tongue slowly across your palm, lapping up the blood with a satisfied expression.

"Actually, it’s great for me," he explained, releasing your hand with a click of his tongue. "Terrible for you though. Tell me—have you been stuffing yourself with sweets for the past three months?"

"What? That’s… weirdly specific," you frowned, thrown off by the seemingly random question.

Austin rolled his eyes, letting out a low chuckle, clearly amused by your cluelessness.

"Oh, you airhead," he taunted, crossing his arms with a smug tilt of his head. "Red blood cells take three months to regenerate. You can’t cheat the tests."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to connect the dots. But when you just stared at him blankly, he let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Whatever, you weren’t required to know that," he said with a lazy smirk. Then, he stepped closer, his gaze darkening with something that sent a ripple of anticipation through your stomach.

"Either way… we need to move on to the second part of the ritual."

“Would that be… dying?” you asked, tilting your head to the side opposite where Austin had bitten you. Your voice came out lower than you intended, almost shaky, but not exactly from fear.

He let out a low, melodious laugh, filled with something indecipherable. “Wow, I love morbid witches,” you teased, a charming smile forming on his lips. “They’re the sexiest.”

Unhurriedly, he lifted his hand and touched your neck, his icy fingers gliding over the living skin. He didn’t press, just let his palm rest there, as if he were enjoying the sensation of your life pulsing beneath his touch. His fingers traced the fresh scar with a slow, almost reverent caress.

"You liked that, didn’t you?"

You held your breath, biting your lip as a shiver ran down your spine. You wanted to deny it, but the lie would have been so obvious it wasn’t even worth the effort. Nodding subtly, you finally admitted, "Yes… Strangely, it felt really good."

Gathering the courage to meet his gaze, you found those pitch-black eyes—deep as the void of night—watching you with something that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

"You want more?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement, yet something in the way he asked made the offer all the more tempting.

His fingers ghosted along the back of your neck, curling into your hair and giving a gentle, yet unyielding tug, tilting your head back just enough to leave you vulnerable.

A quiet whimper slipped from your throat, your lips parting as you hesitated to put into words what was already written all over your face. Your gaze lowered, silently pleading. It was forbidden. Morbid. Seductive. Just like Austin Sommers himself.

"There is definitely something wrong with you," he chuckled softly, the vibration of his voice reverberating against your skin before he leaned in closer.

His head dipped toward your neck again, lips hovering over the warmth of your pulse. The other hand traveled slowly up the curve of your spine, gliding to your waist before pulling you flush against him.

Your heart pounded. Everything about this was wrong—too strange, too intoxicating. His touch, his hypnotic voice, the way each word seemed to slip past your defenses effortlessly. You didn’t know if it was something supernatural or simply something chemical—something inside you that had always been there, waiting to be awakened.

But for the first time, you felt completely alive. Your fingers tangled into the soft strands at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer until your lips were barely brushing against his.

"I want more," you whispered.

His eyes widened briefly, caught off guard, but the surprise melted away as quickly as it came, replaced by that same knowing smile that was already becoming familiar.

"With pleasure," he murmured, his cool breath mixing with the heat of your lips.

He closed his eyes, and you did the same. The moment was too intense to experience with your eyes open.

Austin’s breath was tantalizing, ghosting over your mouth as if he were savoring every molecule of your being before even touching you. His hands slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place—keeping you captive under his control as he absorbed everything.

Your scent. Your warmth. Your racing pulse. Blood. Soap. Perfume. Sweat. When his lips finally met yours, it was like drinking from the forbidden fruit. Warm. Slow. Poetic. There was something in him that fed on this. A hunger that stirred the darkness, that made you feel like a feast laid out before him and Austin Sommers loved to indulge.

The only difference that separated you from him was the thirst for blood and you were about to change that, biting his lip, the soft skin untouched by time between your teeth, sinking them in. A trickle of blood coming out, the metallic taste on your taste buds. This was a feral and delicious fetish.

Austin growled into your mouth, the touch becoming more possessive, hands on each other's faces, like a battle of lascivious dominance. He returned the force, pulling your hair back, grabbing your lower lip harder. You moaned so beautifully there that Austin felt it was artistic, almost unreal, daring to repeat the feat, loving every second of your delight.

“Fuck— you're so...delicious,” he murmured when you separated, your mouths were swollen, red with blood flowing to the region and scarlet staining your teeth. “I wouldn't mind giving you love bites for eternity.”

“Do this to me,” you murmured, licking the corner of Austin’s mouth that still contained traces of your fluid. “Forever.”

He pulled your hair again, interrupting your lustful declaration, it was like having you on a leash, but you had the collar. Pulling on his collar, you stopped the aggressive tug, making him disarm himself for the first time. “Now,” you commanded, sealing your lips again, satisfying your new addiction, not letting anything escape.

“Drink me,” Austin invited. He was lost, succumbing to the need to surrender too. With strong steps, he laid you down on the bed in your room, pulling on your necklace. What to do but comply with the request?

Your body was hot, sinfully hot. Wet was a weak word for what was happening between your legs, at this point, you could feel every red blood cell running through your blood vessels, as well as every cell of Austin that woke up on top of you. Your mouth went to Austin’s neck, sucking and biting, licking, the taste of his addictive skin. Austin gasped, pushing his hips forward. As you abused his neck, you felt the need to scratch it, running your nails over the pressure point.

“Fuck,” he grunted, grabbing your wrist. You felt the cut, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, as it was numbed by Austin’s tongue and his hips thrusting back and forth against your sex.

“Shit, shit—" you moaned, spreading your legs wider, seeking Austin’s face for another kiss, feeling your own blood mix with his tongue. Your body was out of control beneath him and soon, you came undone there. The prophecy fulfilled, moaning until the last shock waves. “Austin!”

“Shit,” he gasped, his fingers digging into your waist, the sound being muffled by your mouth.

The only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing, your heart beating. Your eyes met, Austin smiled, burying his face in the hollow of your neck for one last bite before turning to you.

“So, did I finish the ritual?” You questioned with a ragged breath, a wide smile splitting your face.

“It never even started,” he laughed, going to your ear to bite the lobe and return to your eyes. “I’m not a vampire, I’m just a big blood-addicted son of a bitch.”

“And how did I summon you?” You asked, trying to get up, but were soon stopped by Austin’s hands on your wrists, pinning you to the bed, while he adjusted himself on top of you to also pin your legs.

“You had the bad luck to summon a succubus,” he hummed, your whole body was on fire at the time, making sense of the whole devilish aura around Austin. “Now you’re my favorite toy. Enjoy the party and grab my collar. I'm your one and only freak monster.”

[fear-is-truth]

Consider: giving Austin a blow job but like you've got those shitty plastic vampire teeth on.

₊˚⊹ 𐙚 note: anon you are a genius mature content 18+

you’re on your knees, arms folded over austin’s lap while he’s sprawled across the couch, lazily swirling a glass of chardonnay in hand. looking up, you catch his smirk; you’re wearing those cheap plastic vampire teeth on, grinning up in an attempt to look intimidating, though they’re slipping around a bit in your mouth. the smirk on austin’s face slowly spreads into a leer, displaying his sharpened teeth.

“aw, look at you, bunny” he teases, reaching out to tap the plastic fangs with a finger, making them shift just a little more. you try to laugh, but he slips his thumb just inside your mouth, pressing on the edge of one of the fake fangs. “poor baby, too scared to even go to the dentist to get your real sharp fangs,” his hand moves to cradle the back of your head as you lean forward again, wrapping your lips gingerly around his engorged tip.

dragging your tongue across his shaft, you waste no time taking as much of him as you can manage, before slowly bobbing your head. you’re extra careful to keep your jaw as slack as possible to avoid chafing him, but every time the plastic teeth makes contact, the hand in your hair tightens its grip, accompanied by a low groan from above.

[americanwh0rerstory]

KINKTOBER DAY SIX

blood play - austin sommers

austin sommers x f!reader

SUMMARY: initial carving with your vampiristic boyfriend? wonder how that’ll end

CONTENT WARNING: blood, carving initials, vampires, oral f!receiving

A/N: have i wrote for austin before? no. will i do him any justice? also no. but here’s an attempt from someone who fell asleep during red tide and needs to rewatch it

MDNI. 18+ BELOW

“just hold still, i’ll be done in a sec” austin murmurs as he lines the tip of the bladed object to your lower abdomen, just above your mound. his eyes were focused in deep concentration which wasn’t something you’d expect to see from austin in these scenarios

without any warning he made 3 quick slashes into your skin, creating an ‘A’ shape into your flesh. the wounds instantly began to fill with blood, pooling on surface of your skin. it stung like a motherfucker, but you couldn’t deny how the pain sent a rush of pleasure down to your throbbing clit. the blood instantly spilled and began to dribble down your flesh towards your weeping cunt

a grin tugged at the corners of his lips, and he began carving an ‘S’ beside the A. just like before, the stinging sensation flooded your senses with painful euphoria; the blood yet again dripped down your body, mixing with your slick and leaving austin with an even wider grin

without saying anything he licked the carved initials, tasting your blood. he licked down your body until he reached your clit, lips wrapping around the sensitive nub whilst he licks the blood off of your sensitive flesh. he continued moving down south, licking along your slit with the flat of his tongue and drinking the mixture of your essence and blood: two of his favourite things.

your body writhed in pleasure beneath him, eyes fluttering back in your head whilst austin drew sweet moans from between your lips. he let out a small scoff of amusement at how you were reacting, the noise sending vibrations washing over your sex.

his tongue lapped up your bloodied essence and he moaned into your cunt when he felt more blood drip down from the wounds which were slowly closing up. he couldn’t deny it was hot though: his initials permanently carved into your flesh aroused him to large extent

you felt that familiar coil building in your lower stomach, the stinging sensation from the cuts further fuelling your pleasure until you came undone, with austin practically drinking your release.

“so good, you’re fucking hot when you cum on my tongue” he hums in delight, milking your orgasm for all he could get, however the grin on his face showed that he didn’t plan on stopping yet.

A/N: i have never struggled this much with characterisation. austin is definitely my weakness. i thought i was bad at writing michael langdon but this is a whole other level💀

[marchsfreakshow]

guess who’s backkkkkkk (tis i) okay so you’re gonna have to hear me out on this one (or not) bc this thought has been plaguing me for 30 billion years (not exaggerated ofc, id never do that)

okay so, i was gonna send something and then i remembered i wanted me to write it not you /silly so instead i present you with the concept of sugar daddy!austin except instead of sex he just pays to be able to drink your blood (okay maybe sex too bc so what if feeding makes him horny??)

and he’s so sweet about it too bc he’s taking borderline too much every single time and you can’t be mad at him for that, right? he’s just so hungry and you taste so much better than any cokehead off the street and he just gets carried away and you can’t be mad at him for something that comes back anyways, right? and even if you are he’s already wrapping you in the softest, most expensive clothes that you never could’ve gotten on your own bc he loves to splurge and that’s okay bc you do so much for him, don’t you? just let him spoil you for all the luxuries you give him?

and he’s totally not getting you used to living above your means, of course not, what are you talking about? besides you’re meant for all the spoils of luxury, he could swear it. you look good in designer, sue him.

and he’s got you taking all sorts of vitamins and supplements and it’s totally out of concern for your health and definitely not because you taste better when your blood is healthy, of course not. and neither of you buys that excuse but it makes him feel better to pretend he’s not so selfish about it, so you let him, and why wouldn’t you?

besides, so what if he starts getting riskier with how much he feeds? he’s got a couple bags ready for transfusion if he really takes too much, but he’d never drink them because they taste too much like the chemicals of the plastic they were stored in and it’s so much better straight from the source where it’s warm and fresh.

you do want him to keep putting out broadway hits, don’t you? and winning all those awards? and besides, you wouldn’t deny a starving man, would you? he’s just hungry insatiable, you wouldn’t just let him starve?

also this ended up being so long but i had too many thoughts. also i was gonna abbreviate austin anon but that’s aa and that either implies alcoholics anonymous or double a batteries so im still giggling at that one i fear 😭😭

OOHHHHHHHH AUSTIN ANON YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG!!! I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU. Pls call yourself whatever I know it'll be you 💜

sugar daddy!Austin is like...sickenly sweet whenever he pays you. Texts you your amount every week along with however much he wants to take from you. Like, say you get $350 every week.. he apple pays you it along with a text that says 'Is a liter ok today sweetheart? The vitamins are doing you so good my darling. I'll come by later. Mwah 💕'

And Obviously, you agree because $350 upwards every week is life changing, yet it's nothing for the vampire because of how much he makes with his scripts. It's just, too good. You've never been so comfortable in your own home before but with all these bills paid monthly easy.

I'm gonna be thinking about this for months oh you're so smart. Literally re-reading this for ages. I'm putting you and your tag on my masterlist bcs more people deserve to see this!!

[kai-anderson-whore]

The summoning (jmp x tate Langdon x reader smut)

Summary: you had always been fascinated with serial killers and true crime, one day you decided to try and summon your two favourite killers

Warnings: smut, three way, oral (tate receiving), p in v sex, doggy style 😏, summoning a ghost, ouija board,

Word count: 1,3k (another short one it was supposed to be longer)

A/n: this is a request by @villains-are-hot, thank you for the request and once again I apologise that it was very rushed at the end and I took ages to post this 😊

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For as long as you could remember you had a unhealthy obsession with true crime/ serial killers. Some may say it's far from normal, it was frightening. You knew stories of cases watched all the documentaries and more.

Some people say it's the type of obsession you hear killers having before they kill. You didn't care it was a interest that you were so passionate about. You preferred learning about serial killers, how their mind works, what drove them to do it. The ones you liked learning about the most was Tate Langdon who got shot dead in his bedroom after shooting up his school one day in 1994. And the other was James Patrick march a well known serial killer from the 1920s to the early 1930s. Legend has it they both still reside in their place of death.

You didn't know if that was true or not, you visited the hotel that James Patrick march resides in but nothing, you couldn't exactly go to the murder house since people live there. It intrigued you deeply, the thought it could be true or not.

You didn't know what you were doing when the idea popped into your head, you thought it won't work but it was worth a go. Now researching things to do, how to summon ghosts, some where a bit far fetched others seemed fake but you were willing nonetheless. Finding a method writing down everything that had to be done.

You sat in front of the oujia board your fingers delicately on the triangle piece. You took deep breaths trying to stay calm circling the board three times before saying "James Patrick march and Tate Langdon I invite you to this space" waiting a few seconds you felt eerily quiet and cold.

"Is there anyone here?" You asked the board, you felt something pushing the triangle to yes, you gasped in shock now feeling nervous but your fingers still remain on the piece. "How many sprits are here?" You then asked feeling uneasy slightly regretting your decision. The piece moved to the number 2 you didn't know if it was you or if it was actually two spirits here but you slowly asked your next question "w-who are you?".

The board moved to around spelling out two initials JMP and TL you gasped removing your hands from the board standing up. Completely forgetting to say goodbye. You immediately grabbed the board putting it away "what the fuck, it's probably me doing it it's got to be" you whispered to yourself.

"Not quite dear" a voice chimed making you yelp in fright. "What the fuck!?" You turned around seeing two guys there awfully familiar to you, they looked identical like discrete descent, "w-who are you?" You asked in fear.

"I'm James Patrick march and this is-" "Tate Langdon" they said, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion "you're both dead no this can't be true." You couldn't believe what you were seeing they looked exactly like the killers you knew so much about. "How are you here?" You asked a thousand questions running around your head.

"Well you summoned us" Tate chuckled pointing to the ouija board. That's when you realised "shit I forgot to say goodbye" mentally cursing yourself, "it's quite alright dear, but I must ask how did you manage to get us free?" James asked.

"Dude she used the ouaji board to get us out" Tate said like James was dumb. "That's fascinating" James eyes light up "I don't know how we could ever thank you" James added. Tate's eyes on you like you’re his prey, swallowing a lump in your throat as his steps grew closer to you from behind. "I've got an idea" Tate's breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "Y-you don't need to thank me" your voice was above whisper unsure what they mean.

"Well boy enlighten us with your idea" James's velvety voice made you shiver more. You couldn't deny they were both very attractive despite their tendency to killing. "Well she's pretty isn't she? Don't you agree?" Tate smirked his hands running down the soft skin of your arms. "I do agree with you she is quite remarkable" James agreed beckoning his steps closer to you.

You didn't know if your body was filled with fear or anticipation maybe both. Closing your eyes feeling their breaths breeze across your features. James colds fingertips grazing gracefully along your bare arms bringing goosebumps to their wake. "I think we shall reward her for setting us free from our eternal resistances" James smirked his pencil moustache raising up.

"I was thinking the same" Tate chuckled with a devilish smirk, you didn't know what to feel scared? Or turned on? Maybe both. Feeling their cold hands on you but you didn't protest instead you let out a small sigh tugging on your shirt removing it from your body your head felt like it was spinning feeling their lips on your neck. You felt yourself being guided to your bed. Seeing Tate now above you with a mischievous smirk on his face.

You didn't know where James was until Tate pull away from you, seeing James now in his briefs flipping you over on your hands and knee. You whimpered in anticipation for what's to come feeling James's cold fingers hooking into your underwear peeling the fabric of your underwear off you and into the floor. Tate in front of you his impressive length in-front of you, holding yourself on one hand stroking him, earning a low groan erupted from his mouth. You felt cold fingertips teasing your folds collecting your arousal bringing it to your clit circling it in slow torturous motions.

A small gasp left your lips, your body automatically responding to James's touch "that's it dear" he says huskily, Tate still knelt infront of you his eager length desperate for attention. You took Tate's cock in your hand stroking him kitten licking the tip making him buck his hips into your touch more. You took Tate in your mouth swirling your tongue along the tip, gasping as you felt James enter your heat.

James thrusted into you slowly you moaned against Tate's length. A low groan rumbled from his throat his hips bucked further in your throat. James thrusts grew more faster and harder, tears forming in your eyes. "Fuck" Tate hissed his hips essentially fucking your throat.

"You feel wonderful darling" James hissed his grip on your hips tight, nails digging into your skin only adding to your pleasure. "Fuck" you moaned feeling Tate twitch in your mouth signalling you that he was close. You kept your movements along Tate's cock till he releases into the back of your throat, swallowing every drop. James kept his movements thrusting harshly into you you felt close to the edge "I'm so close" you moaned. Tate was watching you and James with a smirk, his skin flustered. James didn’t stop his movements hitting that spot guaranteed to make you see stars.

With a few more harsh deep thrusts, your body trembles, back arching releasing over James’s length trigging his own release deep inside you. His thrusts became sloppy till they came to a halt. Trying to catch your breath “that was something else” you chuckled. James and tate shared a wicked smile between them, “oh we’re don’t done, we’re only getting started” Tate’s voice make a shiver run down your spine waiting on what’s to come.

[marchswifey]

HC • How they call you 

Evan & his characters x reader

a/n: I know this is the most basic headcanon but is coming more. Also the requests are open so if you have any idea let me know 🙈

Tate Langdon

babydoll

cutie

gorgeous

Kit Walker

sugar

hun’

angel

angel eyes

Pre-death Kyle Spencer

love

baby

hottie

idk but he would call you ‘muffin’ because they’re sweet like you

Jimmy Darling

sweetheart

candy

doll

sweetie pie

James Patrick March

darling (of course)

my sweet

sweetness

dear, dearest

precious flower

Kai Anderson

Of course Kai is a mix between ‘kitten, little lamb, ladybug, dollface’ and ‘slut, bitch’

Austin Sommers

my one

pookie

honey bun

pumpkin

Evan Peters

babe

sweetie

babygirl

boo

[doll3tt33]

I won’t stop until that girl is mine !

(paparazzi!austin sommers x celeb!user)

First screenshot is literally his response to me threatening to beat his ass 😭😭😭 AND THE SECOND ONE BYEEE. HES SO CUNTY I LUV

The greeting message:

Also this is inspired by the song ‘Paparazzi’ by Lady Gaga if it wasn’t obvious enough 😭. But instead of just making him into a plain stalker, I took a quite literal turn with this and made him into a tabloid photographer who exploits {{user}} 24/7, but like he denies that he’s obsessed with you and says it’s just for business purposes only 😏

𝜗𝜚 divider credits: @/plutism @/chachachannah

[lvxybby]

The Evans When Your Pregnant (includes: Austin, Kai, Kyle, James, Jimmy, And Evan. Not in this order)

Evan: "Evan...can you come here babe?" You mumbled looking down at the three tests. Evan walked in and looked at you. "Yes?" He said concerned. "I'm...I'm pregnant" you whispered. Evan was shocked "what- I'm...I'm a dad?!" He exclaimed as he pulled you into a hug.

Definitely excited to say the least. He will buy you everything and fulfill your cravings. Hot baths and cuddles.

Pre death Kyle: Kyle came home from a night out just to see a small bag on the table. He opened it to see a pregnancy test. His jaw was slack. "Y/n... Your Pregnant!" He giggled smiling. You came out of your room and surprised him with a hug. He instantly wrapped around you.

He will help with groceries and household activities such as cleaning. Definitely movie nights and will rub your belly.

Jimmy: you sat on the stage after you came back from the doctors. Soon Jimmy walked into the tent with you, setting out chairs. "Hello sweetheart" he said winking at you. "Jimmy....I have something to say" you looked up at him as he set a chair down. He walked over. "Of course...tell me" he said grasping your hands. "I'm pregnant" you said. He instantly lifted you up and kissed you deeply. "I'm a dad!" He exclaimed as he pressed his lips against yours again.

Will tell Elsa you're not doing shows. Stays with you 24/7. Is afraid the baby will have his hands. Doesn't drink around you.

James (before death): when you arrived back from the Montgomery's you were shocked. You were pregnant. "James!" You shouted. Soon he scurried down the stairs and over to you. "Yes my sweet?" He said wrapping his arm around yours. He pressed a quick kiss on your cheek. His smile was big, but faded when tears pricked your eyes. "Darling... What happened. Has some fool bothered you again?" He said cupping your cheek. "No James... I'm... Pregnant" you said as you let the tear fall. He was quick to wipe them. "My sweet dove... Don't be upset... You know I love you more than anything in the world. You have given me a child.... We made a child" he whispered softly.

Let's you do nothing. Had Ms Evers bring you everything even if she hated it. He would make her cook your cravings. When he would rest with you he would rub your stomach and whisper to you.

Kai: you sat on the bed waiting for him to finish his meeting. He told you to go upstairs and don't interrupt him again when you first tried to tell him. "Ok.. What do you want... " he said opening the door and walking into the shared room. You lip quivered. "I'm pregnant" you mumbled. Kai stood there processing what you said. "You're lying... " he said looking at you. His eyes were glossy. "We're having a baby!" He said dropping to his knees he crawled over to you and kissed your stomach, as tears flowed down his face. "I'm a daddy... " he said resting his head on you.

Would still let you cook and clean until your 2nd trimester. He would draw patterns on your stomach and would warn everyone not to touch you.

Austin: you threw the test away. You couldn't be. Austin would freak out. You crawled in bed. Maybe it will go away. You hoped. After what felt like an eternity you drifted asleep. Only to be awoken by Austin looking at you. "Hey" he mumbled. "Austin... what's up" you groaned. "This" he said holding the small plastic test in his hand. You sat up quickly only for him to shove you down. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked leaning over you. "I was scared about how you would react" you mumbled. "Oh my love...no...I love you....I want this." He spoke. His hand grazed your face. "Thank you" he mumbled.

Brings you blood, Spends all day with you, plays piano for you, and helps you with everything.

[kit-walk3r]

Hi! Please can I request a fluff where Kit Walker gives the reader her very first time kiss? Tysm <3

Of course, such a cute request. Thank you!

Was That Okay? (Kit Walker x fem!reader)

You and Kit have a heart to heart in Briarcliff which leads to a loving moment.

Warnings: none

Note: I haven’t given major specifics on why the reader is in Briarcliff as I didn’t want to include anything potentially triggering which would distract from the story. It’s up to you to decide why she’s in there!

“Hey,” Kit greeted you when he found you in the common room, sitting alone far away from everyone else. You liked to keep to yourself in Briarcliff, but ever since Kit was brought in you found that you rather liked his company.

“Hi,” you simply responded, offering the smallest of smiles before going back to picking at one of the many loose threads on the chair you were seated in.

Kit took a seat next to you and frowned. “What’s wrong?” He asked, voice laced with concern.

You sighed. “I saw what date it is today,” you said quietly, not looking up. “It’s seven years since I got committed here.”

“Seven?” Kit looked appalled. “But you’re only what? Twenty two?”

You nodded. “I was fifteen when I was sent here,” you explained sadly.

“I didn’t think that would be allowed,” Kit said, confused.

“Anything is allowed when your parents have enough money,” you shrugged. “They sent Briarcliff money every year until I was eighteen to keep me here, since they knew it wasn’t technically legal.”

Kit stayed silent, but reached out a hand and gently grasped yours in his own.

“Seven years and they’ve never once come to see me,” You sniffled, using your free hand to wipe your eyes.

“I’m really sorry,” Kit finally said.

You didn’t respond, instead letting your gaze fall back to the loose threads of the chair, away from Kit.

There was silence between the two of you for a few minutes.

“You know, I never even got the chance to tell my parents I got married,” Kit spoke up.

You turned to look at him, acknowledging the sad look in his eye. “You didn’t?”

He shook his head. “The first they would have heard about it would have been when I was arrested for her murder.”

“I’m sorry, Kit,” you murmured, echoing the same words he uttered to you just moments ago. “How come you never told them?”

Kit shrugged. “We wanted to, but just kept putting it off. I think we were scared. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a legal marriage,” he sighed. “I didn’t know how they would react. I’d like to think that they would have accepted us, but I guess I’ll never know. I’ve not heard from them. No letters, no visits, just like you. As much as it hurts that they’d believe it, I hope it’s the Bloody Face thing keeping them away, and not that their son married a black gal.”

You didn’t say anything, not knowing what exactly the right thing to say was.

“My point is,” Kit said gently. “Families, parents… they can be tough. And they can let you down. But there will always be someone watching your back,” He wiped away a lone tear on your cheek. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need, I’ll do my best to take care of you.” Not like how I couldn’t take care of Alma, he silently added in his head.

Your eyes met Kit’s and you could see everything in them; the hurt and sadness, but also the care and compassion. Kit was special. Kit was warm and kind and loving and unlike anyone you had ever met before. His entire being was made for love and protection, not the pain and torture people believed he had inflicted on others.

At the same time the both of you began to lean in towards each other. It was slow, there was no need for rushing as the two of you inched closer and closer. Your eyes drifted shut as your heart’s beat intensified with anticipation. You could feel Kit’s cool breath against your surely flushed cheeks, sending a shiver down your spine.

It was a gentle touch of lips, only lasting a few seconds at most. A warmth flooded your body and you couldn’t stop the smile that followed. Kit’s touch sent a sensation through you, making you feel special and blessed and loved. That was just the effect Kit had.

Your eyes fluttered open as the two of you pulled back and there was a spark to Kit’s own that wasn’t there before, as if he were feeling everything that you were in that moment.

“Was that your first kiss?” Kit asked quietly.

You nodded, your smile soft.

“Was it okay?” He asked nervously.

You nodded again and Kit let out a sigh of relief, sending you into gentle laughter.

•———•

Hope this was okay anon! It was nice to write something a bit happier for a change. Once again, any requests are welcome!

[gingerteafairy]

𐙚⋆.˚ 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝

The house was a mess, papers, crayons and pencils scattered everywhere. You had just finished your tasks when your gaze landed on Austin and your little daughter, who was running back and forth, playing with boundless energy. The television hummed in the background, its presence almost forgotten, while Austin’s laptop sat open on the table, a half-finished draft lingering on the screen.

“This, Amélie…” Austin began standing and walking to the small girl, lifting her into his arms near the television. Jane Birkin’s interview played on the screen, her effortless elegance radiating through the room. “French movies are true cinema. Your name is from one of them, ma chérie. The Fabulous Destiny of Amélie Poulain. I saw it with your mom on our first date."

"Really?" She beamed, hugging him. "And who is she, daddy? On TV."

"Jane Birkin, my dear." He said proudly, ruffling her hair. "She's my muse.”

“I thought mommy was your muse,” Amélie chimed in, her curious voice carrying a certain wisdom beyond her years. Her words made you look up, a soft chuckle slipping from your lips.

“You're very right, mon coeur." Austin laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “Your mother is our greatest muse. She inspires me to write everyday and now i'm writing a book about you too. About your favorite thing."

"Bees? I love bees." She grinned as Austin nodded, her giggles filling the air. "Will you show me?"

"I'll read for you before sleeping. Daddy's almost done with the story. Just wait a little."

His gaze flickered toward you then, something warm and unwavering in his expression. The chaos of the house, the scattered papers, the half-forgotten work—it all faded into the background for a moment. Because here, in this simple exchange, was everything that truly mattered.

[saintlucretia]

Whiskey & Blood

Pairings: Austin Sommers x Female!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol. Blood feeding. Blood kink. Blood in general.

Summary: Y/N is a writer and moved to Provincetown for inspiration. She definitely has chosen the right place.

Good old Provincetown. Refuge for creative souls. A gray canvas for crime and dissolute living. My agent advised me to change the scenery and Provincetown seemed a perfect place. Peaceful town by the sea. Cozy houses. Beautiful nature. Bloodsuckers. 

I was sitting at “The Muse”, sipping wine. The bar was almost empty even though it was already 8 pm. The bartender was leaning against the counter, wiping glasses with a dirty napkin while a few people sipped overpriced cocktails a few feet away. They chattered on and on about something. I tuned them out, taking another sip of my wine as the door opened and a man walked in.

My eyes flicked up to him automatically, taking in his tall stature. He scanned the room and fixed his eyes on me. For about 30 seconds we were just staring at each other. He looked very familiar. Suddenly he started walking toward me. The stranger seemed to glide across the floor, his movements so fluid and confident that it made me think of a lion stalking its prey.  

He took a seat on the stool next to mine. Up close, he was even more handsome than I had initially thought, pale, with sharp, angular features and an intense gaze that seemed to burn into me.

“I have never seen you before. Just moved here?” he asked, turning to me.

“Yeah,” I mumbled. My voice was a little hoarse. It was probably from the wine.

He ordered a whiskey from the bartender. I tried to keep my eyes on the rest of the bar, but they kept wandering back to the man next to me. He was sitting really close and I could almost feel the heat radiating off his body. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart beat faster. He seemed oddly magnificent.

“Soo…How’s your writing, hm?” he asked smiling.

I frowned. “How you-” 

“You have that look about you.” He looked me up and down.

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “And what would that be?” I asked, taking another sip of wine.

He chuckled. “Let’s just call it the ‘writer’s scowl’. I’d know it anywhere.”

I laughed softly. “Is that a polite way of saying I look tired and miserable all the time?”

“You have an incredible talent for twisting other people's words.” He laughed.

“So you could tell I was a writer just by looking at me?” I asked.

“Impressed?” He was annoyingly attractive. “Also, I heard that a woman has rented a house here for three months. Who the hell else moves out from the capital to God's forgotten city?”

I tried to look nonchalant, but I was secretly impressed. Apparently, he’d done his homework. 

“Well, look at you. You’re basically Sherlock Holmes,” I said dryly, taking another sip of wine.

“Not as old though. And far more handsome,” he answered smoothly.

He leaned toward me, resting his elbows on the countertop. “You never told me your name by the way,” he said casually.

Well, meeting new people never hurts, especially in small towns.

“It’s Y/N,” I said carelessly. 

“Y/N. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone going by that name in a long time. It’s pretty.”

“And mind telling yours, suspicious stranger?” I smirked.

He raised an eyebrow, pretending to look offended.

“I’d rather use the word mysterious.” He stuck out his hand toward me. “I’m Austin. Austin Sommers.”

I shook his hand, his fingers wrapping around mine. His palms were cold, but the contact was firm.

“Sommers? You are a playwright, aren’t you? I’ve read your last scenario.”

His eyes widened in mock surprise. 

“Goodness gracious. You’ve read my work?” he said, feigning shock. 

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, stop pretending to be all humbled. I know you’re a cocky bastard.”

His laughter was surprisingly warm. A small shiver ran through me, but I tried to ignore it. 

“I’m wounded, didn’t realize you thought so lowly of me already. I thought you liked me, sweetheart.”

“I’m not your sweetheart,” I said slightly irritably, ignoring the way my heart was pounding in my chest. 

He grinned. “Oh yes, you are.” He picked up my hand lazily and brought it to his lips, his gaze fixed on mine. “At least tonight you are,” he murmured against my knuckles. 

Damn him. Why did he have to be so infuriatingly seductive?

“You’re really quite arrogant,” I muttered. “Too used to being the center of attention?”

His smirk widened. “And what’s wrong with that? I prefer being the star rather than being ignored.” His thumb started tracing a slow, torturous circle in the palm of my hand and I tried to contain the shiver that went through me. “I hope you don’t have a boyfriend or something?”

I bristled slightly at his tone, but shrugged, trying to remain nonchalant. 

“It's none of your business.”

“Well, darling. If you were my girl, I wouldn’t let you talk to handsome strangers in bars.” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help being amused. The man was completely insufferable. 

“And what makes you think I would be your girl?” I asked dryly.

He chuckled again, his eyes glinting with undisguised interest. 

“So you can admit I’m a handsome stranger?” 

I groaned in annoyance. He was impossible. 

“You’re also aggravating as hell.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment?”

I shook my head, trying to look unimpressed, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I was definitely having fun despite the fact that I was annoyed that he thought he could easily sleep with me.

“You are incredibly obnoxious. Have I told you that?”

He chuckled. I was getting the feeling that I could have called him every bad name in the universe, and he’d still be completely unfazed. 

“You’ve called me many things tonight. Obnoxious, arrogant... I think it’s safe to say you think I’m charming.”

“You really have no shame, do you?”

“None,” he agreed with a grin, leaning closer until I could almost feel his breath on my skin. “So no boyfriend, sweetheart?” he asked again. The use of the pet name made me feel strangely irritated and turned on at the same time.

“What, your deduction won’t help you this time?” I said showing one's teeth.

“No boyfriend then..” His expression was smug and I wanted to slap him. And kiss him. 

He leaned even closer and I could feel his thigh touching mine.

“If you mind my company, just say that. I don’t want to look like a creep,” he murmured, his voice all mock concern.

“Oh no, you’re already a creep,” I said dryly. 

He chuckled and my eyes involuntarily drifted to his mouth. I could almost feel it on mine. I mentally cursed myself for such thoughts.

He smirked, noticing that I’d been staring at his mouth.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “Keep looking at me like that and I might think you want me.”

I rolled my eyes and finished my glass.

He watched me sipping my wine with a glint in his eyes. 

“Look, sweetheart, I don’t try to get you into my bed, at least… yet. But! I admit I like you and I offer you friendship. It’s great to have a fellow writer around here.” 

“Ah, friendship. Sounds very plausible. I see your very friendly gaze over my body.” I raised an eyebrow skeptically and he chuckled, not seeming that surprised that I wasn’t buying his bullshit. 

“You know, friendship doesn’t necessarily exclude other things on the menu.” He leaned back slightly, resting his elbows on the countertop and looking me up and down with a lazy smile. “But enough of that, I really want you to be my good companion. Let’s chat like good warriors of words, shall we? ” 

He chuckled again, a sound that I was getting quite familiar with by now. 

“So, why did you come here to Provincetown, all by your lonesome? Writer’s block, hm?” he asked, resting his chin in his hand and studying my face intently. 

I looked away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his attention flustered me. I huffed out a small laugh. He saw right through me. 

“How do you know I’m a writer and not a serial killer renting a house for three months?” I asked, crossing my arms.

He chuckled at my attempt at sarcasm. 

“Well, you look too fragile for a serial killer,” he said jokingly. 

“Fragile, am I?” I raised an eyebrow in slight annoyance.

He smirked and looked me up and down. “Mhm. You don't have the strength to harm anyone.”

I scoffed offended. “Let's see what you say when I lock you in my basement.”

He let out a loud, genuine laugh. 

“Ah sweet, little doll, I don’t think I’d mind ending up in your basement.” The seductive undertone of his words made me shiver.

I sighed.

“Is it that bad?” he asked.

“What?”

“Your writing block. Because I have something that will certainly cure it.”

I rolled my eyes, but I was curious. He had my attention. 

“If you are going to offer sex I will slap you.” 

He chuckled, not looking offended in the slightest. In fact, he looked amused. 

“Oh sweetheart, I wouldn’t dare, I don't take advantage of my friends' weaknesses.” He leaned closer to me again, his mouth inches from my ear. “I have a different kind of therapy in mind.” He put out a clear plastic bag from his pocket, there were black pills in it.

I stared at the pills for a moment, then back at him.  “What the hell are those?”

“These are very powerful pills. Guaranteed to boost your brain power. Get those creative juices flowing.”

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of intrigue and suspicion. 

“I thought you were better than drugging girls in bars,” I said with a hint of sarcasm.

“You see, doll, they’re not like other pills your pretty little mind is thinking of,” he said with a smirk. “They don’t numb your mind or make you feel all high. They enhance it. Imagine being able to access your creative side like you’ve never done before.” He leaned even closer. “Imagination and inspiration right there. No more writer’s block. Nothing holding you back anymore.”

“And how much for your “magic pills”? I asked skeptically.

He chuckled again. His voice was seductively hoarse.

“Free of charge,” he said softly. “Consider it a gift for a gorgeous, talented writer like yourself.”

“I don’t do drugs.”

“These are no drugs, sweetheart. Think of them as supplements,” he said gently. 

He was still incredibly close, looking me directly in the eye. His presence was overwhelming ”I promise they won’t get you addicted,” he murmured.

“That’s what a drug dealer would say.” I rolled my eyes.

“But I’m a good guy,” he said with playful annoyance, raising his hands in defense. 

He leaned to my ear once again and our faces were impossibly close, to the point where I could feel his breath on my skin. 

“I promise you, these pills will make you feel as if a whole new world will open up to you. Your imagination will be on fire. You’ll write like never before. I take them myself. And for your information, my latest script allowed me to buy a villa in Sicily.” He winked.

I sighed. I had only a week to send my agent a new chapter and I haven't written a word. God damn me, we live only once.

“C’mon doll, don’t you want to finally get that block in your brain out of the way?”

Was it suspicious of him to give me a pill for free? Yes. Was it a stupid thing to take a pill? Yes. Have I taken it anyway? Yes.

He smiled, seeing that he finally convinced me. 

“There you go,” he murmured, pulling out the packet of pills from his pocket again. 

He opened up the packet and took out one pill, holding it between his fingers in front of me. 

“Just one little pill,” he said, his voice low. “And you’ll see what I’m talking about. You’ll be able to let go of everything holding you back, every wall in your mind. And you’ll write like you’ve never written before.”

I took a pill and swallowed it with his whiskey. He was a good writer himself after all. It couldn’t be that bad, could it?

He watched as I swallowed the pill and a look of satisfaction crossed his face. 

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, just relax. It’s going to take about 20 minutes before it starts working. It won’t be long before you start feeling the effects. So you better go and write something.” He put out a black ink pen from his pocket and wrote something on a bar napkin.

“When you finish I expect you at my mansion. You can come any time, just ring the bell.”  He said, giving me the napkin. “Here’s my address.” 

I read the street’s name. “You live in that huge house??” I asked him, surprised. I mean, yeah, I supposed that he might be wealthy, but that mansion probably costs a few millions.  

“Yeah, it cost me a fortune, but that’s the only place where I can write peacefully.” He said, casually, standing up from his seat. “So, now you better hurry to your house and devote yourself entirely to work.”

“Should I learn about any side effects?” I asked a bit nervously. 

He took a few seconds to answer. “Nothing to worry about. Just… It would be better if you would go straight to me after you are done.”

“Okay.” 

He smiled charmingly and kissed me on the cheek quickly. “Good luck, talented soul.” 

I sat there for a moment, watching him leave. I took my purse to pay it off but noticed that Austin left money on the bar counter. Gentleman. 

I started feeling something. Something strange. It was disturbing like something was scratching my brain. I quickened my steps. The effects of the pill were slowly taking hold as I headed home. I felt an intense sense of focus and creativity, with thoughts rushing through my mind faster than normal. However, amidst this new burst of inspiration, I couldn’t shake off a strange and growing sense of unease.

Gladly, my house was right around the corner. As I reach the door, I fumble with keys, my fingers trembling from the strange sensations coursing through my body.

Eventually, I unlock the door and rush inside, collapsing onto my chair at the desk. The room is messy, filled with dozens of papers, unfinished manuscripts, and abandoned ideas. But none of that matters now. Not when the inspiration is finally flowing again. The world comes alive again.

I opened my laptop and started writing. The words poured out of me as if I was possessed. The ideas that I couldn’t form in something particular now were arranged in order in my mind. I felt like a God. The world outside has faded away, leaving only me and my words.

I finished with Sunrise. Light awakened me, distracted me and I looked away from the screen for the first time in 8 hours. It was done. I finished the book. Four hundred pages in one sitting. All done.

I felt dizzy. I stood up from the desk, stretching my tired muscles. My hands were shaky. I was thirsty. I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp, though it hadn’t satisfied my body. My gaze returned to the laptop screen again and I giggled. I have just finished a book. A brilliant book. It felt insane.

Wandering eyes stopped at the napkin that was on a table. Austin. I grabbed a coat and ran out of the door, heading to my car. The drive to Austin’s mansion felt like a blur. My mind was still buzzing from the hours spent writing, my body was weak from exhaustion. The rush of inspiration was slowly being replaced by a creeping sense of animalistic hunger.

Finally, I reached his house, a towering mansion that loomed in front of me like a giant castle. I killed the engine, my hands still trembling slightly as I walked up to the door and knocked. No one answered. Everything was quiet. I rang the doorbell at least 10 times before he opened the door. 

"Impatient, are we?" Austin smirked, standing against the door frame, casual and calm. A sharp contrast to my jittery, anxious state. "I'm assuming you're here because you finished?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded absentmindedly and pushed into the house, brushing against him. His smell. It was like I sensed it for the first time. I have never smelled anything like that before, it was driving me crazy. I froze, watching him with bleary eyes. 

Austin chuckled at my abrupt behavior, closing the door after me. "How are you feeling? Describe your state with details," he asked. He watched me as I stood there, staring at him like a deer in headlights. 

“I am hungry. Dizzy. I have just written four hundred pages in one sitting. No sleep.” I walked further into the house, looking around the room, not knowing what exactly I was looking for.

“I have just what you need. Take a seat and feel at home,” he said, motioning to the coach. “I will come back in a minute, sweetheart.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The only sound I could hear was a constant ringing in my ears. And my own heart, my blood that was circling through my body. I followed Austin to the kitchen. He put two large glasses on the table.

“I don’t need alcohol,” I said, watching his back.

He flinched a bit, at my sudden statement, though hadn't turned around. He took out something from the freezer and put it on a table as well. His body obscured the surface.

“It’s not alcohol. Consider it as… protein,” he said, concentrating on a drink making. 

I stepped closer. He was wearing a black silk robe that revealed his neck and part of the bare shoulders. I heard his breath. My eyes focused on a pulsating vein on his neck. I felt like a predator. Before I had time to understand what was happening, I found myself grabbing him from behind and my teeth closed on his neck. He gasped and in a second I felt my back hit the cold tiled wall, his hand on my neck.

“Easy, girl! What the hell do you think you're doing?” he asked, pinning me against the wall. “We have only one rule, sweetheart, don’t eat other eaters.” I tried to escape from his grip, but he was stronger than me. “Shh, calm down,” he whispered and I saw his left hand grabbing something from the table. “Open your mouth.” I obliged, not quite catching what was going on. I saw a clear plastic bag with red liquid in his hand. He opened a bag with his teeth and poured the contents of the bag into my mouth. Blood. Metallic nectar. It felt divine. 

I drank eagerly, my body was craving the warm liquid. Austin watched me, but still held me tight, his eyes dark with a mix of fascination and amusement. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his grip on my neck weakening slightly. "Drink it all up. Can't have you losing control again, can we now?"

As I finished the bag he let me go, his hands dropping from my neck. He watched me, his expression unreadable. My body was trembling, I felt the last blood drops rolling down my chin.

"Feeling better?" Austin asked, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“What the fuck was that?” My voice hoarse. I was exhausted. 

Austin chuckled, the smirk on his lips growing wider. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"That, my dear, was a lesson." 

He paused, letting his gaze rake over her body, taking in my disheveled appearance. I probably looked wild and messy. And bloody.

“What?” I asked completely confused. 

"A lesson in control. You're a new eater, after all. I can't have you going around biting anyone who catches your eye."

“That’s the side effect? Am I a fucking cannibal now?!” 

He pushed himself away from the counter, moving closer to me.

"Not quite a cannibal, if it makes you feel better," he said, his voice low and smooth. "But you do have... an uncontrollable thirst now. A hunger that's difficult to ignore. When you are on the pill, you need blood to survive. That's just how it works, sweetheart."

“That’s crazy.”

Austin chuckled. "Crazy? This coming from the woman who just tried to bite my neck out of sheer hunger?" He opened a freezer again and took out a bottle of whiskey, pouring it in two glasses. “See, that’s the price for an ability to create masterpieces. You have talent and the pill helps you to direct it right. That’s not the big deal after all, is it?” 

“Whose blood was it?” I asked quietly, slowly sitting on the floor.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Y/N,” he replied, sitting next to me and putting glasses on the floor as well. "Drink. You're shaking," he said, pushing the glass towards me. 

He took a sip from his own glass, savoring the taste of whiskey. The silence between us was heavy, thick with unspoken words and questions. My head was spinning, my mind - empty from shock. I took a sip from my glass and glanced in his direction, noticing a bite mark on his pale neck. Stain of my lipstick, mixed with a bit of his blood. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Hm? Ah, for the bite?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s no big deal” “It will heal in a couple of days.”

“So you do that too? Blood drinking.”

“Yes. You will get used to it.” 

“But that’s horrible… I…”

“Only for the first time.” He smiled at me. “Enough about that, let's discuss your new book, do you feel excited?”

“I don’t know what I feel. It all seems like a dream… or a nightmare.” I took one more sip of whiskey. Alcohol was slowly calming my nerves. 

He turned in my direction and flinched, putting his hand to his neck. 

“Does it hurt?”

“Oh, It’s nothing. Though your little stunt was certainly… intense.”

“Show me.”

Austin tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to my view. The bite mark on his skin looked like a violent hickey, the edges turning a dark shade of purple. It was still bloody in the middle.

I leaned closer. Austin watched silently. The air between us was thick with tension, the silence deafening.

He didn't move an inch as I inspected the bite mark. My fingers grazed the skin around it, the touch barely there but made him shiver a bit nevertheless.

"Satisfied?" he asked, his voice a bit hoarse. He suppressed a shiver, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Are you done playing doctor?"

After a few seconds of thinking I gently licked the wound. He muffled a hiss. 

“Does it hurt that much?” I asked, yet not pulling away.

He sighed. “No. It’s whiskey on your tongue.”

I licked the bite mark again, collecting all the left blood on his skin. Austin took a shaky breath.

“You're going to drive me insane," he said through gritted teeth. I gave his wound a wet kiss. The metallic taste of his blood was intoxicating. Austin gasped. I felt an urge to sink my teeth into his flesh. "Careful," he whispered, his voice rough. “Don't lose control.”

I hungrily bit his skin once again, not being able to stop, and felt his hand on my neck. Austin's breath hitched, unable to hold back a moan.

“You little... minx,” he muttered, tightening his grip on my neck. “I have to be careful with you. Are you still hungry?”

I nodded. 

“I have more.” He stood up and poured blood from another package into the wine glass and handed it to me. Austin watched as I drained the glass of blood, his gaze fixed on my mouth. I finished it in a few gulps.

“I am a monster,” I said quietly, putting an empty glass on the floor. 

“You’re not a monster,” he said softly. “You’re simply... different. One of the special ones.”

He crouched down in front of me, his hand gently caressing my cheek. “You need some rest now. Come, I’ll show you your bedroom.” Austin stood up and motioned me to follow him. 

“My bedroom?” I asked, following him.

“Unless you prefer to sleep in mine.” he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. “You want me to stay here?” 

“You need time to adapt and I think it’s not the best idea to let you go out when you are in this condition.” 

We went upstairs and walked into the dark room. It was dimly lit, with only the moonlight filtering through the closed blinds. There was a large bed in the center, covered with soft silk sheets, and a few pieces of furniture scattered around. Though the room was a bit cold, it had a sense of intimacy and comfort.

"Here we are, the guest room," Austin announced, gesturing around the room. "I hope it's to your liking. Wait a little, I'll bring some clothes."

Austin headed into the adjoining room, leaving me alone in the bedroom. The silence of the room washed over, and the events of the day began to sink in.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to the bed and sat down on the edge. The silk sheets were cool and soft beneath my hand.

A moment later, he returned with a bunch of clothes in his hands. Black silk pajamas. 

“Hope you don’t mind.” 

I took the clothes from him and ran my fingers through the smooth fabric.

"They're lovely. Thank you."

Austin leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly.

"They will undoubtedly look even better on you." he winked. “Told ya friends can be useful here.” 

I placed the pajamas on my lap.

"You're quite the charmer,” I said sarcastically. 

He chuckled. “Well, rest now.” he smiled, closing the door. “Oh, I almost forgot. Just in case, my bed is always available, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes at his suggestive remark, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of my lips.

I waited for the sound of his footsteps to fade away before standing up and stretching. The adrenaline from earlier seemed to have faded away, and tiredness slowly crept over me. Yawning, I undressed and put on Austin’s pajamas. It was big, yet made me feel cozy. I turned off the lights and lay on the bed.

I expected sleep to come easily, but my mind was still spinning, trying to process the events of the day. It’s just a dream, I will wake up at home, in my new bed. Only the taste of blood still lingered on my tongue made me finally believe that this all was true. I wrote a masterpiece in one sitting and the price for this was someone’s life. My eyes closed and in a second I was asleep. 

Have a good day/night <3

[marchsfreakshow]

legend has it if you think about austin too hard i show up (it’s me i was thinking about austin too hard and summoned myself /silly) anyway he’s literally such a whore and more specifically i’m thinking about his rings (and necklaces but that’s a different story) like oml he’s just so ughhhhhhhh i don’t even have words

I LOVE THAT YOU SUMMONED YOURSELF ANON!

honestly could you imagine like... going through his box of rings? Finding the different gems and just looking at them in the light of his vanity. Because OF COURSE he has a vanity. Duh.

"So, what's your favourite one?" He asked, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder.

"huh? Oh, I like this one.." you held up a treated black gem, surrounded by little amethysts. Smiling as you took Austin's hand and slid it onto his pinky finger since it seemed small enough. The way the black was so dark and sweet against his pale, close to the bone finger. The skin, basically white and the treated nails from whatever he went to get done when it was awards season.

He sort of just smiled and breathed in your scent. Your blood was his favourite, and he thinks he could've cum 10 times over if you were bleeding over his rings. But,,,then that would be annoying to clean and he LOVED to keep his rings clean.

[wyndy31]

I love it, honey♡

IF IT FEELS GOOD, THEN IT CAN’T BE BAD

── AUSTIN SOMMERS x f! reader

⟣ TAGS ‧ NSFW | f! reader | period oral sex. (f! receiving)

A/N: tbh this ain’t good because i literally wrote this on my period lmao.

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you were drifting, somewhere between the world of consciousness and the realm of sleep—neither fully awake nor completely dreaming. warm. content. at peace. the dull ache in your lower abdomen had eased slightly, thanks to the comforting embrace of the duvet.

unaware of the door opening, you felt a gentle trace along your bare arm, rousing you from your half-slumber. blinking groggily, you turned to see your boyfriend standing beside the bed with an impish grin.

before you could fully register your bearings, Austin hoisted himself onto the bed, first placing one palm on the mattress, then bouncing onto it with a childlike enthusiasm, landing cross-legged beside you. looking far too pleased with himself.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” he teased, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on your cheek.

“morning,”

as you shifted to sit up, you winced involuntarily, the dull ache in your lower abdomen making its presence known. Austin noticed your discomfort immediately, concern furrowing his brow.

“are your cramps better today?”

“a little, yeah,” you admitted, trying to hide how much it was bothering you. your boyfriend wasn’t convinced, though. he could always tell.

“I’ve got an idea to make you feel even better,”

he crawled to the foot of the bed, kneeling with a playful yet determined look in his eyes. He gently tugged away the duvet covering you, exposing your legs to the cool morning air. placing both palms softly on your knees, he looked up at you with a reassuring smile before gently parting your legs. the second you saw the lustful look in his eyes, you realised what he was thinking.

“oh my god, i’m on my period! that's gross,” you protested feebly, trying to pull the duvet back over yourself. it took every ounce of self control to refrain yourself from pulling back, to scoot away from him in disgust and shame. even harder not to chide him for suggesting something so… unhygienic. sex on your period was one thing but having your boyfriend eat you out while you were essentially excreting blood, cervical mucus and chunks of endometrial tissue? now that was something else entirely. 

Austin, however, was not half as disgusted as you were. he scrunched his nose in that goddamn way he knew you couldn’t resist.

“aw, c’mon babe,” he wheedled. “don’t be a buzzkill. just hear me out, pleeease? i promise this is gonna make you feel so much better.”

“okay, fine…”

the second you gave your consent, he was eagerly tugging your sweatpants off, then your panties and subsequently, your pad. with a shuddering sigh, you allowed your head to fall back against the pillows, and his own dipped between your spread legs.

your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when his nose bumped against your mound before he licked a hot stripe up the inside of your thigh. you yelped at the sudden contact. sensitive. then he started to swipe his tongue over your folds, lapping up the thin, viscous coating of blood and arousal. his tongue poked and prodded against your aching sex, working wonders on your menstrual cramps. your insides started to wring like a wet rag, each masterful flick of his tongue sending warm, pulsating desire into your loins.

“this is like a fucking gourmet meal right here. you taste even better than usual…”

it wasn’t the first time you’d seen your boyfriend’s chin smeared with deep crimson, but the metallic scent mingled with the sweet, tangy scent of female sex, and knowing it was your blood made it even hotter.

“f-fuck…”

you moaned when you felt his tongue flick over your clit, sending a spark of electrifying bliss racing up your spine. the slurping and squelching noises coming between your thighs were nothing short of obscene, and you had never felt such intense embarrassment, especially with this man who constantly encouraged you to abandon propriety in favour of hedonistic pleasure. who constantly tried and constantly succeeded with just that diabolical scrunch of his nose.

his dark eyes would occasionally flicker up to your face, admiring the mess he had reduced you to—all by his own doing. he took in the way your eyes were half-lidded and glazed over with lust, the shimmer of drool at the corner of your lips, and all the wanton noises spilling from your mouth. so much for the prim and proper little lady, he thought in satisfaction.

the muscles in your stomach contracted under the pressure, making you sit up involuntarily. propping yourself up on one elbow for support, you reached out with your other hand to tousle his hair, letting your fingers weave through the inky strands. at this, Austin let out a muffled groan between your thighs.

“nghnn… ‘m close,”

you managed to pant out between shallow breaths. your body was trembling; practically aching for relief, desperately seeking a way to release the tension that had been building up due to ovulation horniness. by the point when you were teetering at the edge of ecstasy, you were so far gone that you couldn’t even recognise your own voice. it was scratchy and hoarse from mewling his name over and over again like a mantra.

with a loud cry, you came undone. you collapsed back onto the mattress, trembling as white-hot euphoria tore through your body. you could feel the vibrations against your core as Austin moaned, his fingers digging into the thigh of your flesh as he greedily drank his fill.

it was a fucking soul-out-of-body experience.

relief at last. an exhausted whine slipped from your lips as you stared at the ceiling, trying to measure out your breath with each blinks.

Austin gave your cunt one more lick before pulling back. his stubble tickled the base of your stomach as he placed a tender kiss just below your navel. tentatively, you reached out and cupped his face, your thumb tracing gently against his cheek. he smiled and closed his fingers around your wrist, tilting his head to kiss the pulse point on your wrist.

“feel better?” he asked innocently, looking up at you. you giggled, gently squeezing his face.

“much better.”

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[kai-anderson-whore]

Appreciation (Kai Anderson x fem reader smut)

Summary: your Kai’s most loyal follower and he shows you that it didn’t go unnoticed

Warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, spanking nothing too crazy.

Word count: 1k

A/n: here’s another short one. I don’t really like this as much I had a whole thing for this but work got in the way.

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The light in the basement barely light the room, eerie the room felt and the atmosphere within the room. You stood in front of your divine ruler Kai Anderson as he examined you like a wild animal watching their prey. You felt nervous Kai asked to speak to you privately only thing was you wouldn't know if it was good or bad.

You knew you followed his every instructions without hesitation, you were devoted to him he was god like to you and many of his loyal followers. But you would bend over backwards for kai and he knew this and used it to his advantage. "Y/n I've seen how loyal you have been to me so don't think it's going unnoticed, you truly go above and beyond for the movement" kai said with a expressionless composure.

You bit your lip in nervousness you wouldn't know what was going to happen next, he took steps closer to you taking your chin between his fingertips. Nodding your head you listened carefully to kai like always. "So in appreciation to your unconditional loyalty and gratitude, I want to reward you" Kai gestured you to take his hand guiding you to the couch in the middle of the basement.

The mood in the room shifted Kai's grip on your hand was soft unlike any other time when it would hurt. His eyes showed a little emotion unlike the deadness they always held. You both sat on the couch before you could say anything Kai crashed his rough lips on your soft ones. You felt the air getting knocked out your lungs the kiss fulfilled with hunger and lust.

You felt like putty in his cruel hands, his grip on your neck holding you in place, his lips showed dominance as they attacked your own. A moan left your lips, your body laid on on the sofa Kai straddling you, his hands roaming under your t-shirt exploring every curve of your body. You shivered in anticipation under his touch. Feeling a rush of wetness soak your panties, Never did your thought you would ever have Kai like this, you only dreamed of this moment for so long.

Kai pulled your t-shirt off your body throwing it near the tv in front of you both. You sat up only to be pushed back down by his grip on your neck. A moan left your lips as his grip tightened. "Such a dirty little slut" he smirked darkly you felt a rush of weakness soak through your panties hearing him degrading you. Kai then proceeded to remove your underwear not bothering to remove the skirt that was hiked up over your ass now.

Kai was quick to remove all his clothes, you felt embarrassed you never been like this with Kai before, it felt like the first time all over again. "Come on don't be shy, you were quite loud with my hand around your neck" he remarked cockily. You slowly spread your legs allowing Kai to slot himself between them.

Kai wasted no time entering your wet heat without warning. You let out a cry "FUCK", your hands gripped the armrest of the couch. His thrusts were fast already not giving you time to adjust. Even though you never slept with Kai before you knew he wasn't the kind to be soft and gentle not that you minded him being rough.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good" Kai hissed through gritted teeth.

Your body jolted violently, Kai's hips slamming against yours. Your loud moans filled the basement, Kai's hard grip on your hip you were sure he would leave bruises there as well as his grip on your throat. You mind clouded you never been fucked like this before by anyone you couldn't get enough of it.

Kai suddenly pulled out of you, a disappointed groan left your lips looking up at him. "What's wrong?" You asked breathlessly moving your hair away from your face. "Turn around" kai instructed you did as you were told your arms and chin resting on the armrest of Kai's sofa, wiggling your ass in-front of your divine ruler.

Kai re-positioned himself with your entrance, giving your ass a smack before ramming himself into you. "Fuck Kai" you cried out. His hand kept colliding with your ass leaving red hand prints on the flesh. The feeling felt so good, "fuck your so tight" Kai grunted his thrusts showing you no mercy.

You soon felt dangerously close to the edge, "I'm so close" you warned Kai pulled you by the throat so your back was flush against him. Your hand holding onto the headrest of the sofa to steady yourself as Kai thrusted up into you. "Don't cum yet" he instructed you moaned out in disappointment but tried your best to follow his instructions.

Kai's grip on your throat tightened his free hand trailed down your body to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves "Kai please let me cum please" you choked out your legs trembling, you felt Kai begin to twitch inside of you "cum for me" he whispered into your ear. You didn't need to be told twice letting go over Kai's cock with a loud moan.

Your legs trembling more as your orgasm ripped through you like nothing before, Kai continues to thrust into you keeping his harsh pace. Tears picked your eyes with overstimulation till Kai's hips stilled, spilling his seed into you with a low moan. Your legs still trembled feeling full.

Kai pulled out once he was done you tried to push yourself off the sofa but your legs didn’t allow you. Kai dressed himself whilst you tried to collect yourself pulling your skirt down. “Get cleaned up we have a meeting in twenty minutes” was the last thing Kai had said to you.

You got cleaned up and redressed just in time for the rest of the cult coming in the basement. Kai gave his lecture never taking his eyes off you, blushing at the eye contact you wondered when the next time you would be alone with Kai. Clinging on to his every last word you really were his most loyal follower.

[kitwalker02]

Red Looks Good on You

Austin Sommers x fem! Reader

Warnings: Blood, sexual content, noncon??, drugging, cannibalism; (I might be missing a few things)

The Muse's warmly lit, cozy ambiance had quickly become something of a comfort to you as you have spent nearly every evening into the early morning here for a few weeks now. 

You hadn't purposefully stumbled into here until a late work night and a forgotten lunch box had you desperately searching for a quick meal, knowing your procrastinated shopping trip left you with some bananas that had indeed gone bad by now and, if you were lucky, some freezer burnt eggo waffles and chocolate ice cream. 

Although you initially rolled your eyes when the Muse seemed to be the only place still open, between the drunks stumbling out and the night not getting any younger, it wasn't your scene. Still, you merely pulled your coat tighter around yourself and made your way inside, and boy, were you glad you did. You weren't there long before he caught your attention. Austin Sommers. The tall, dark, and handsome playwright apparently vacationed here every winter. Not that you would know, as this was your first winter in Provincetown, but that just made him all the more intriguing to you.

Every night after that, there became an almost unspoken rule for you to be there, twiddling your thumbs at the bar with a coke, barely sipped, sitting in front of you until Austin and his lady friend, Bell Noir, showed up like clockwork. 

Tonight was no exception.

"Red looks good on you." A familiar, deep voice complemented from over your shoulder. You spun around on your seat to meet Austin's gaze, him leaning forward slightly to rest his elbow on the bar table and lessen the space between the two of you. "Austin! Hi..." You responded softly; Austin's eyes shut briefly as your warm breath hit his face. Your legs instinctively crossed at his reaction, biting your lower lip as you looked over his perfect features. "Oh, get a room, you two." You smiled at Bell's joking comment, laughing bashfully as you put some space between you and Austin, running your hands nervously down the front of the red-laced dress. 

Rolling his eyes fondly, Austin sat beside you, his shoulder bumping into yours slightly as he pulled his stool too close to your own. "How are you tonight?" Night after night, the question never changed; night after night, neither did your flirtatious response. "I'm good...now that you're here."

As the night turned to early morning, the Muse became quiet, emptying gradually as time ticked on. "Y/N, come on, I want you to sing with me!" Austin exclaimed, grabbing your wrist as he suddenly stood up and pulled you with him. "No, Austin, please, I don't want to!" You giggled, not trying to pull your hand away from his as he dragged you toward the stage. "C'mon babe, I've never heard you sing. I gotta hear you sing." You laughed again, grabbing onto his suit jacket to stop him. "Austin, no. Come on, it's getting late, and I got work in the morning." Austin pouted at you, loosening his grip on your wrist slightly but still tugging you towards him a bit more. "Let's not think about work, m'kay?" Furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to protest before getting cut off by Belle. "No, I'm afraid she's right, Austin. I'm getting pretty tired, and you know I need my beauty sleep." 

You shot the older woman a grateful smile, reflecting the playful twinkle in her eye as she made her way over to the two of you; Austin's fingers refused to lose contact with the lacey material of your dress even as Belle placed a nimble hand on his shoulder, leaning in close to his ear. "She's all yours."

Austin caught Bell's eyes in a dark stare, the tension radiating off them was intense, and you shifted awkwardly on your feet, twisting your wrist in Austin's grip to catch and intertwine your fingers with his. This caught his attention, and he snapped his head towards you, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Can I give you a ride, Y/N?"

Sparing one last smile at the two of you, Bell swiftly exited the Muse. You were still deciding where she was going seeing as she usually hitched a ride with Austin to get here. "Ummm, I- I drove...here." You answered feebly, struggling to meet his dark gaze, your face heating up slightly when you realized you were still holding his hand. "That's okay. I can have you back here tomorrow morning to pick your car up. You won't even be late for work, promise." You couldn't help but smirk at this. "Are you, Austin Sommers, implying that we should spend the night together?" "Is that a yes?"

***

You couldn't look up from your lap for the entirety of the trip to Austin's house. You were grateful for the darkness of the car to hide your nervous features as you began to panic about what he might be expecting tonight, and you started to rethink your decision.

"Y/N?" You hummed a quiet response, too focused on the nail you were chewing on, a nasty habit you picked up in your early childhood. Austin gave you an amused smirk, seeming to enjoy your nervous energy.

"We're here."

"Huh?" You furrowed your brows, shifting in your seat to face him before you caught sight of the large, beautiful mansion behind him. "Holy sh-" You froze mid-word, wide eyes dropping back to Austin's face. "You live here?" Shifting the car into park, his eyes darkened. "You wanna come in?"

Your jaw didn't shut until long after you entered Austin's far from modest home, the interior somehow being even more beautiful than the exterior, and it wasn't until Austin nudged you towards his leather couch, turning to the little bar display in the main room that you were snapped back to reality. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Austin asked you confidently, placing two glasses on the tabletop. You cleared your throat, smoothing your dress down in the back before taking a seat. "I'll take a coke...please." Your cheeks heated up at Austin's weird look, and you scratched the back of your head awkwardly. "Diet. I meant diet...coke." Austin gave you a teasing smile, pulling out two glass bottles of some unknown alcoholic beverages to you. "I'll just make you one of what I'm having." There was a note of fondness in his voice as he addressed you pleasantly. "Good idea."

You watched with a smile as Austin dramatically prepared two drinks for you, shaking the drink mixer like a bartender before emptying its contents into two identical glasses.

Taking your glass from Austin, you eyed him wearily as he sat beside you on the luxurious couch. You waited for him to sip his drink before looking down at yours. You ran the tip of your finger over one of the ice cubes, a slightly grainy powder remaining on the pad of your index finger. "It's a margarita, babe." Austin's knowing voice lured you out of your slight daze. "Huh?" "It's a margarita. There's salt. It's okay."

"Okay." You responded shortly, swirling the liquid around the glass once before lifting it to your lips.

"I wouldn't have spent weeks getting to know you if I was just going to date rape you. Y/N, you know that."

You swallowed the smallest amount of liquid that you could. "Okay." You shot him a reassuring smile, bumping your shoulder into his playfully. You took another sip to prove you weren't suspicious of him. "And for the record...." You started, pulling your knees onto the couch to scoot closer to Austin. "You could totally date rape me."

Austin draped his arm heavily over your shoulders, keeping you close to him; he brought his lips close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine. "Oh, I plan to do so much more than that." Your mouth went dry at the whispered threat, and you took a big gulp of your drink, telling yourself that it was just a joke taken too far and there wasn't any meaning behind those words.

You curled up closer to Austin, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy, and keeping your head up was hard. Austin took advantage of your exposed neck, leaving hot, wet kisses across the bared skin. He softly brushed your hair out of the way to give himself more access.

"I think we should take this upstairs...what do you think?" You nodded weakly in response, unable to manage a verbal answer. Your head felt fuzzy, all your thoughts melting, and you could barely make out Austin's features through your foggy vision. Austin gently freed the drinking glass from your now sweaty palm, setting it on the glass table before you. "Let's go." He whispered sternly into your ear. You didn't want him to tell you twice with that threatening tone, and you stood up much too quickly for your muddled brain. As soon as your knees straightened, they buckled, and you hit the floor with a thud, the toe of Austin's black boots being the last thing you saw before you fell into a restless slumber.

***

The first sense to return to you was the skull-crushing headache at the front of your head. Groaning loudly, you tried to reach a hand to massage your temple, but your arms were heavy with pins and needles and fell back to the cold floor beneath you. You panicked momentarily, not in control of your limbs and afraid of dislocating something if you moved it wrong. Your breath came out in short, panicked huffs as your eyes frantically glanced around your dark surroundings as you desperately searched for an object of familiarity.

"Oh, good. You're awake."

That wasn't the familiarity you were hoping for.

Now that you knew you weren't alone in the room, it didn't take long for your eyes to fall on the only other person. Austin Sommers was sitting against the wall not far from you. He seemed to have fallen asleep, waiting for you to wake up. Dragging his hand down the length of his face, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before moving toward you with some effort as his body continued to wake up. Your breathing only got faster the closer Austin got to you. 

"Shh, shhh." He cooed softly, helping you maneuver into a sitting position, resting all your weight on the wall behind you that Austin leaned you against. 

"There. Much better." He said more to himself than you as he brushed some of your frazzled hair out of your face and adjusted the hem of your dress to a more modest position. Austin rubbed his thumb into the side of your knee in what you assumed he meant to be a reassuring gesture, but having him so close to you only made your heart beat faster. "W-what are you doing, A-Austin?" Your voice was shakier than you had hoped, and Austin pouted his lip at your pathetic tone, reaching his free hand toward your face. You tried to dodge his hand, the close proximity already making you as uncomfortable as it did, but Austin just pushed your head into the wall, keeping you still as he shifted his crouched form even closer to you. 

"I know you're scared, Y/N, but you are exactly where you need to be." You furrowed your brow at that, his response confusing you more in your dazed state. You shook your head at him as best you could, with his hand still pinning you to the wall. "I don't get it- What does that even mean?" Austin rolled his eyes as you asked another question. "It means I need you-" "But you didn't have to drug me!"

Austin pursed his lips; you sighed in relief as he momentarily took his hands off you. "Something tells me you wouldn't do what I need you to if I didn't."

Your heart stopped again. What did that mean? You looked at him suspiciously. "What?"

"Listen, Y/N," Austin's voice was sickly sweet as he addressed you. "You're a sweet girl, pretty one too, but I just don't really swing that way." Your expression shifted from one of fear to one of hurt at his somewhat shocking confession. "Then why- why were you leading me on like that..." He smiled at that, all toothy and bright-eyed, the smile you had fallen in love with and trusted. The same smile that now froze the blood in your veins with fear and shattered your heart into a million pieces because you were so close yet so far away. "Because, like I said, I need you." He interrupted the next question you were about to ask by reaching into his mouth and removing something that you could only compare to the annoying retainer you had to wear in your early youth, like the dentures your grandfather would wear and tease you with when he'd take them out because it scared you so much. You furrowed your brow as he took his teeth out of his head, but you weren't met with your grandfather's slobbery, pink, veiny gums like you were prepared for. Instead, you were met with a mouthful of vicious, sharp teeth. His smile looked more sharklike than anything now as he gauged your reaction to the big reveal with a predatory gaze. 

You stared at him like a moron, eyes all wide and glassy, jaw dropped, and a stupidly confused look plastering your expression. You wanted to curse him. Shout some clever remark to make him regret double-crossing you, but as you stared at him like an idiot, that's all you could do. Stare.

"I'm just asking for a little taste. I'm not trying to hurt you-" Every word he said went in one ear and out the other. Your foggy brain could not grasp the weight of his words, let alone process their true meaning. It was only when Austin began reaching for your arm, wrapping the warm, pale fingers around your wrist his touch burned you, and you flinched away, tearing your hand from him. "W-what are you doing? No, don't touch me!" Your voice raised more than you had intended as Austin reached for you again, quickly raising a finger to his lips at your loud voice to signal you to keep it down. "I'm only going to take a little bit, Y/N. I need you to trust me. Trust that I would never do anything to hurt you."

You could only stare. Your eyes were unblinking as they swept between his all-too-serious expression and the faux teeth clasped in his fist. This couldn't be real. 

"Are you a fucking vampire or something?" He stifled a laugh at your accusation, quickly regaining his composure, his expression darkening as he all but growled, "Cannibal would be a bit more realistic."

Your stomach churned at that confession, and you all but lost the cheap meal you had gotten at the Muse. The poor food quality definitely not coming in handy for this kind of news as you doubled over and retched loudly, puking up the undigested pork, or was it chicken...your stomach rolled again, almost making you go for a second round as the whole pieces of corn and beans stared back at you. You couldn't help but imagine eating your grotesque dinner for a second time. Austin patted your back gently, using his fingers to comb your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail. You cringed at thinking of what those fingers have done to so many sorry souls, at what those fingers were going to do to you.

Breathing heavily, you looked up at Austin with teary eyes. "You're lying to me." Austin started to shake his head at you, but you quickly cut him off. "You're going to kill me, aren't you." It wasn't a question, and his hand stilled against your spine. He knew that you knew.

"Y/N, I like you. Really, I do, but there wouldn't be any point for me to keep you around." 

Your ears rang with anxiety, and your breathing shallowed. You placed a hand on your racing heart, scared the organ would jump out of your chest. "B-but I could be useful." You panted, not at all above begging in a situation like this. Austin sighed through his nose, leaning back on his heels as he quirked a curious brow at you. "And how would you be useful to me, sweetheart?" You cringed at the pet name, leaning your shaking body against the damp wall behind you as you eyed him haphazardly. "Y-you need to eat, right? Just- just take a little bit at a time from me. You won't have to go hunting anymore." Scoffing, Austin shifted to crouch right before you; any of your attempts to put space between the two of you failed as he proved to have the upper hand. "Now, Y/N, you say that now..." He began, reaching towards your face to brush your hair behind your hair; you flinched when his fingers drifted down to stroke the side of your face. "But I know how it'll end." You tried to turn your head away from him, but he grabbed your chin harshly, leaving little crescent moons along your jawline as he forced you to face him. "It hurts, you know. It hurts so bad." You gulped audibly, your vision blurring with tears as he gave you a sharp tooth smile continuing to describe your fate. "You won't want it. You'll try to leave to get help. I can't have that. It's either I kill you now, or I kill you then. It'll be twice as bad if we wait for you to double-cross me. So stop trying to buy yourself time, and let's put on our big girl pants, okay?"

You could only stare back at the man before you, mouth agape in shock and heart pounding as every word he said was worse than the last. Briefly, your gaze flicked down to the straight set of teeth clutched in his pale fist, you gulped roughly, your own teeth rattling in your head with fear as your eyes jumped around the foreboding, dark room of what you presumed to be a basement, but it looked more of like a prison cell to you, desperately searching for a way to escape. Austin tilted his head to the side, trying to catch your wandering gaze; when you refused to meet him, he jerked your head sharply to bring your attention back to him. Gasping, you whined softly at the pain that shot down your neck.

"Fuck. You." You tried to sound threatening, but your voice failed you and came out as more of a whimper than the growl you were hoping for. Austin dropped his head with a condescending laugh. "Oh, Y/N, you don't listen, do you? I already told you, sweetheart, I just don't swing that way."

Tucking the fake teeth away in his pocket, Austin's hand returned with a sharp knife, the weapon made your eyes widen, and you couldn't stop the instinctive shout for help that escaped you. It happened so quickly that you didn't even realize Austin had slashed you across the throat until you were gasping desperately for air, your hand coming up to the side of your neck to stop the spurt of blood.

As you blinked furiously at Austin, your mouth opened and closed stupidly, like a fish on land. Staring up at the ceiling, you tried to focus on a singular object to clear your foggy vision. "Not that anyone would you hear you anyways, but better safe than sorry." He patted you on the head gently, your eyes fluttering shut as you turned all your attention to your labored breathing, focusing only on taking one more breath.

"I guess I never did get to hear you sing." Austin mused softly, tucking his hand behind your head as he brought his lips against your ear; the cool blade of his now dirty knife grazed softly against your jawline, your arm pressed uncomfortably between your bodies as you kept a firm hand to the side of your neck. "But those pathetic little gasps will just have to do, hmm?" He hummed thoughtfully, and you cursed him inside your head, the knife cut deep enough not to slit your throat entirely but just enough to fuck with your vocal cords.

“F-fuuuckk....y-y-you.” You breathed hoarsely, Austin pulling back just enough to meet your teary eyes, glossed over from blood loss. "We've been over this-" But he didn't get a chance to finish as you summoned all of your strength to kick his ankle out from under him, the momentarily stumble giving you just enough time to start dragging your heavy body towards the staircase on the other side of the room.

It was hard enough to drag your body, but doing so while clinging one hand to your bleeding neck was another challenge.

You could hear Austin growl from behind you; you didn't get more than a foot or so from him before he was standing over your body. His looming shadow darkened the path before you, and you tried to ignore his clear advantage over you as you focused on your goal. "I told you, it would only be worse if you double-crossed me. Bitch." He threatened before raising his boot clad  foot and bringing it down hard on your vulnerable ankle; it cracked loudly, twisting into an awkward angle from the painful blow. You slammed your forehead down on the concrete floor as the pain radiated through you; you couldn't do more than breathe harshly from the pain as Austin grabbed you by the back of your dress and flipped you onto your back, paying little attention to the way your head hit the floor again.

He straddled your chest, snatching your hands as they weakly tried to swat him away. He tucked one of your flailing limbs under his knee, his body weight making the muscles in your hand spasm. He held your other wrist up to his lips, kissing the prominent veins there softly, before looking directly into your eyes, giving you just enough time to realize what was coming next and to release a soft and desperate, gurgled "Please, don't," before he clamped his teeth down on your wrist. You threw your head back as his teeth scraped against the bone, your toes curling in pain. 

He ripped off a good chunk of flesh, blood spewing from your arm before he tossed the limb away. The initial bite was taken to show you just how serious he was before he brought his blood-stained lips to your ear. He clumsily grasped the side of your face; his motions were frantic and blind as he was desperate for more of you. "You taste so much better than I could ever imagine." You whined softly as he licked a long stripe up your neck, tangling his fingers into your hair and jerking your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him and his hot breath erupting your skin goosebumps. 

"Red really does look good on you."

[oldermen-apologist]

NSFW alphabet - rough draft / assignments :

undecided = taking requests / pick who you wanna see

A - Asphyxiation : Kai anderson (done)

B - Bondage : James Patrick March

C - Cyber sex / sexting : undecided

D - Domination : undecided

E - Edging : undecided

F - Facefucking : Kit Walker

G - Guns : undecided

H - Hatefuck : undecided

I - Impact Play : Kai Anderson

J - Jousting (double penetrating) : Jimmy Darling

K - Knife play : undecided

L - Latex : Tate Langdon

M - Manipulation : James Patrick March

N -

O - Overstimulation : Kit Walker

P - Pegging : Colin Zabel

Q - Quickie : undecided

R - Ropes : undecided

S - Sensory Deprivation : James Patrick March

T - Teasing : Jimmy Darling

U - Uniform : Peter Maximoff

V - Vincilagnia (tied up) : undecided

W - Wax play : undecided

X - X-rated (sextape) : Austin Sommers

Y -

Z -