#Austin sommers x y/n

[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💀

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Hi, I read the fic where you wrote about Austin Sommers with the prostitute and I really enjoyed reading it. I was wondering if you could write a fic with the same storyline and it's about how Austin first met the prostitute reader. After they first met or whatever Austin decides to go to his place with the reader or whatever

A/N: Sure, I could do that. I'm sorry if this is too short or too shallow. I promise you that I did my best. Also, this is written in Austin's perspective. Do what you will with that information. The story mentioned is this: https://at.tumblr.com/chiptaylorsfirst/kinkmas-day-2/dq7uedefark9

Word Count: 1,030

Pairing: Austin Sommers x prostitute!Reader

Warning: Implied smut, prostitution, angst, slight fluff,

Summary: Austin really likes you the moment that he meets you and when you accidentally confess your love to him, his brain is filled with questions and he yearns to tell you how he feels the same.

I had never been into strippers or prostitutes before and it somehow reminded me of when I did drag shows. The people were so rude to one another instead of building each other up and it was all similar for one reason and one reason alone; people need money and they were going to get it however they could. I thought that the only motivation I’d ever get to use my talents and skills would come from being at Cape Cod and taking those sweet little black pills every once in a while. Then, I met Y/N and meeting her made me realize that there was more beyond what I imagined in this life on Earth, that I possibly have a purpose and I’m not just here. She changed everything. 

It had been a long day and I’d just finished singing with Belle Noir at The Muse. I went out searching for someone to feed on but I ended up finding a pretty stranded girl instead. She was outside, shivering cold and half-dressed. You could tell she’d been crying and her nose was runny. I felt compassion for her which is something I hadn’t had for anyone in a very long time. She was like me when I first got here and I needed her to feel safe. “Hey, my name’s Austin Sommers. I was wondering if you knew where the gamer guy lived at around here.” She cried, shaking her head ‘no’. “I c-can’t help you. I’m sorry. I’m usually not like this. I can’t seem to help anyone.”

You could tell by looking at her that she was thoroughly broken and ruined. I wanted to help her and take her away from all the suffering. I wanted to kill whoever made this girl so upset and for some reason, I wanted her. There shouldn’t have been any reason that a beautiful girl should be stranded and left alone like this, crying and apologizing. Even if there was a reason, it was a stupid and pathetic one. I decided that I’d have to feed later and took her with me to my house.

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.” She sniffled before speaking. “My fucking landlord evicted me, kicked me out, and called me a ‘whore’. He said he didn’t like what I do for work and that I’m a little bitch who ruins people’s lives. I knew I couldn’t go to my parent’s house. They don’t approve of what I do either. They slammed the door on me when they found out and called me a disgrace. So I couldn’t find anywhere to stay at and burned all my belongings after what happened.” 

“Damn, that’s fucked up. Want me to let you stay at my house for a while? I’ll give you as much time as you need. I think you’ll like it.” Her eyes lit up at my words and she smiled. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden on you or anything.” I smiled as I looked at her. “I promise I can take it. I think I’ll enjoy your company. Besides, I’ve gone through worse. What’s your name.” “My name’s Y/N.” The name sounded like pure gold on her lips. “Y/N is a beautiful name. What is it that you do that has people so upset?” She was quiet for a second. “I’m a prostitute. I, of course, didn’t think I’d ever be into that sort of form of work but money got thin and it just kind of happened. I knew none of the clients I had would let me stay in their home so that was another dead end. Most of them have wives and children, better things to tend to than me. It’s multiple businessmen and a few douches. But, they pay me my money so I can’t complain.”

I didn’t say anything as I parked in my driveway. I couldn’t believe that someone who was as pure-hearted as her was in such a terrible situation. I wanted to protect her and I did. For continuous days and months, I kept her in my house, warm, happy, and content. I knew I loved her then but I couldn’t tell her and whenever she finally got a house and left, I felt lonely and a pit of guilt swallowed me whole. I knew she was probably out getting money the way that she did and I didn’t like the thought of it. I no longer wanted her but I needed her.

Whenever we were together, it was love and I knew that. No matter how much she acted like it wasn’t, no matter how often we hooked up and she left, Y/N loved me. She was happy around me and it was never a forced act. I was the only one who made her happy, made her enjoy life, and see the color in it. So, one morning after a long night of multiple rounds, she wrapped her arms around me and said my name. I turned to face her, her eyes closed and a content smile on her face. “I love you, Austin,” she said, unconscious. I just looked at her for a moment, contemplating what to do. 

I knew what I heard was right and that I wasn’t hearing things. I just needed to tell her I loved her too. She didn’t know that she confessed her feelings for me and I didn’t tell her. I just waited until she was awake and paid her her money, thinking of what to say, wishing I could say something to her.

“Bye, Austin. I’ll see you later.” My heart pinged and yearned for her as I watched her leave and I knew I had to tell her one day. She needed to know that I loved her, that I wanted her, that she changed my life. She needed to know that there was at least one person in this whole world that cared for her. I just had to wait and one day she would be mine. I just had to figure out what to say and how I was going to say it.

[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.

[hauntedrose555]

[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

[bluesky-kitty]

Kai Anderson x fem reader || angst, fluff||

“Then it’s got you.”

tw-self-harm, abuse, toxic relationship

"Divine Ruler I have something for you." a female annoying voice said. Kai's eyes were on Meadow's now.

"We have a cult meeting in 30 minutes can it wait" He spoke without expecting an answer.

“This is important, and I need you now.”

Kai closed his laptop and looked at the blonde.

"So..what's the problem?"

"y/n."

The shedding of blood in Kai's body stopped for a moment.

Kai and you have been dating for 6 years, but no one knows except Winter.

You saw many versions of him during that time, but you never left him.

Kai didn't want anyone to know. You were his weak spot and anyone who would go against him would use you.

You two were careful, you didn't even sleep in the same rooms, you looked at each other with cold eyes in front of others just because of the cult.

Whenever someone talked bad about Kai behind his back, you would tell him. That was your code of keeping.

"She's in the kitchen."

She said hurriedly as they passed through the hall. He couldn't even imagine what it was about.

Maybe some stupid fight? You didn’t like Meadow, she didn’t like you either.

Your eyes were on the door as Meadow and Kai stood there. You could see the confusion on Kai's face as he walked unsteadily into the room.

“Can you move away from the sink?” spoke Meadow.

“Okay.” you said calmly as you moved away.

“Take off your clothes.” this sentence left you shocked.

“What? I’m not doing that.”

“Come on, just shirt” you knew what she was talking about but you thought she didn’t see them.

“Can somebody tell me what the shit is going on?”

Kai’s loud voice interrupted conversation.

“She’s so weak and broken! She hurts herself!

“No i don’t hurt myself.”

hurts herself?

Something in Kai was taking his air. Your beloved looked at you with empathy and anger in his eyes. You quickly rolled up your sleeves and showed your wrists. “See?!” Kai sighed silently, but not for long.

You were aware of what you were doing and successfully had smooth and clean wrists.

“What about stomach?” Shit! This woman is God’s punishment for world. You just wanted to disappear.

Kai came up to you with disappointment on his face. “Shirt. Off.”

”She doesn’t deserve to be in a cult if she’s a mental case. What if one day she kills herself and blames someone else for that?”

“Don’t do this to me. Why do you believe her?” You asked with teary eyes. His face with same cold.

“Come on show him your scars already!“

“Meadow! Get out, this is enough.”

“I just think-“

“Get the fuck out!”

His screams made you flinch. Meadow was gone and you two were alone. You'd be lying if you said you weren't afraid of him.

He immediately grabbed your shirt and twisted it. You grabbed his hand in an attempt to stop him. “No” funny of you thinking that small word was going to stop him.“

“I have to see it. I want to.“

When your shirt fell to the floor, your ego fell with it.

Bloody, fresh scars and indentations from nails driven into the skin covered your shoulders and chest.

“I’m so sorry Kai I just-I have to” you said between sobs.

His eyes watered as he bit his tongue.

“What a selfish stupid bitch you are..I gave you everything on this world that you wanted“

The pangs of conscience pierced you deep into the heart.

“My dearest ever…my baby, why would you do this to yourself? Huh?”

His face softened as he pushed hair out of your face.

“Every..every time you were angry at me or I would do something wrong or whenever you slap me..”

He listened every word carefully.

“I would pull a line.”

His head fell into his hands with a groan.

“FUCK”

“Kai you don’t have to-”

“I need more.“

“I need more to see how much I hurt you”

He grabbed you by the back of your pants and pulled them off.

“Please don’t..” tears stream down your face.

Your thighs were no different from your stomach. In pain, scratched and destroyed.

“You know I kill people because of you, just don't tell me I killed you too“ He was crying. He didn’t cry for three years. This made you feel bad. He knelt down and gently kissed every place where you hurt yourself. His big warm hands caressed your shivering skin. “Please let me stay in the cult” You said with a shaky voice. “You will. You will stay.”

“C’mere baby” He said as he added your clothes. "Get dressed" You were grateful to God that you would cover your sins with clothes. "You know..she saw me when I was leaving the bathroom" Kai raised his head to look at you while he buttoned your pants. "I was in a towel and the scars were visible. My stupidity."

There was silence, until he picked you up. “What are you doing?” You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. "We will watch a movie and cuddle, sounds good?" You nodded as he led you out of the kitchen.

His hand on your ass, the other reaching across your back towards your neck. As he carried you into the bedroom you heard Ally's voice. "Divine Ruler?" You buried your face in Kai’s neck in shame. "Tell them I'll be late." Ally nodded and went down to the basement without any questions. The smell of brion losion and mint entered your nostrils. It calmed you down.

You looked at him with lust in your eyes as you undressed in bed. When he turned on the movie he lay down next to you and pulled you close. Kai was pulling the blanket off your body as you shook your head. “Let them breathe sweetie.” When you realized how much you had destroyed your body, your eyes filled with tears. „It's alright bug.“ The nickname made you smile. He hugged you and made circles on your back. You let out a sob. “Shh..it's over.”

"They don't bother you? You still love me?”

"Of course they don't bother me." He said sweetly as he pulled you into a long kiss. “Come on I'll give you a bear cuddle” He said with his arms outstretched. You wiped your damp eyes and threw yourself at him.

______

“And now what?” Harrison asked in annoyance.

“He said he'd be late. y/n wasn't well, probably because of that.”

“What does he have to do with her?” Meadow rolled her eyes. “To me, they looked pretty familiar to each other.”

“How much familiar?”

“It doesn’t matter. Really.”

“Ally.” The blonde warned.

“He was holding her ass”

“Oh looks like we’re getting babies” Harrison joked.

Everyone looked at him. “So they fuck.”

“And he said how important this topic is..but I don’t blame him, I also saw how much y/n tired is.” Beverly added.

“Yeah tired of wanting attention.”

“You will never get a ring from Kai, Mea, just give up already” said Ivy.

______

“She's sleeping now.” Kai spoke quietly into the phone. “I know. You're right.” She sighed softly in her sleep, which caught her boyfriend's attention. “I want you to take her, she needs therapy.”

“No I don't have a heart don't talk shit.”

“It's very bad, I expect of you to give all of yourself so you can help her.”

“Okay, bye.”

When he finished the call with his older brother, he kissed her gently on the cheek and went down to the basement.

“I'm sorry I'm late, I had some things to do.”

Cult members looked at him. “y/n is not here with us, she is sick and needs peace.” Meadow's face fell. Anger? Surprise? What could she expect?

After agreeing on the plan for the next action, everyone left the basement. Since Meadow was last, he called her. “Meadow. Stay a little so we can talk”

“What is it Divine Ruler?”

“I wanted to thank you for telling me that thing today.” Her face suddenly lit up. “There’s no need to thank me my Divine Ruler, I was just doing my job.” “Really Meadow..thank you so much” he puts his hand on her shoulder. Kai wanted to fill her with hope and then destroy her. In the name of you. She wasn’t backstabber to him, but she was to you.

“You saved me.”

“Yeah?” She asked with smile.

“Yeah. Because you saved her.” Meadow's faces could no longer be read. He approached her and whispered in her ear.

“Is it also your job to make my girlfriend cry?”

She opened her mouth to say something , but Kai was faster.

"We have been together for six years, we can also call her a wife.”

“If you do something like this again, I swear I will kill you personally.”

She stayed quiet.

“You can go now.”

As Meadow walked up the stairs in embarrassment, he called out to her, “Also good night, sleep well!”

[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.

[evanspresso]

Could u maybe write something where evan has trouble sleeping, like he moves, cries a lot in his sleep and sometimes has really bad nightmares especially after shooting Dahmer and that makes his sleep really bad, and reader comforts him and cuddles whispering to him that’s she’s there whenever these episodes happen?? thank you 🥺

through thick and thin

Y/n knows it’s hard when you’ve been with someone for about a few months- give or take it’s been around five. She lost count because everything went to darkness.

It’s even harder when you start falling in love with someone who is having a hard time and there is nothing you can do but watch as they suffer there, right in front of you.

Y/n didn’t like to complain because what good would that do? She tried her best to be there for him and she tried her best to sooth his nerves and hold him when he cried.

She tried her best. It’s all she could do.

She snuggled under the covers, holding her boyfriend in her arms as she tried to match her breathing pattern with his. She kissed his back gently, fluttering her eyelids closed feeling the exhaustion wash over her body.

God only knew how tired she had been with the busy week she had been having. Job hunting was not her friend.

Y/n’s breath falls into a rhythm as her body started to finally rest into sleep mode. She felt herself drift into the blissfulness of pillows. Clouds and roses of dreams before suddenly jolting awake as she heard him cry out in utter agony.

"No, no, no, no!" he wined in his sleep. His voice raspy from exhaustion.

y/n immediately sat up and peaked over at her sleeping boyfriend who seemed to be having another one of his nightmares. Nights like these were when she cursed the day Evan was offered that role.

"Evan." she shook, "It's just a dream, it's not real please wake up." she cried out.

She friended watching him thrash against the sheets, beads of sweat dripping from his temple causing her to shake him with more force as she. Evan ti panic slightly.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Open your eyes my love." she pleaded, caressing his damp cheek.

She watched as his dark eyes blinked open, tears pooling at the rim's causing her chest to tighten before he pulled her down onto whims he could cling to her.

"It happened again" he whispered.

"I know, baby. It's just a dream though okay? It's not real life." Y/n whispered against his neck, peppering her plump lips against his warm neck.

Evan held her tighter, his heart beating so quick he was scared it would jump right out at his girlfriend. He let himself breath deeply against her as she held him in his arms, the couples breaths filling the air as she helped him calm down his breathing.

In and out. In and out.

"I'm sorry." Evan spilled out a while after the silence and breaths.

Y/n sighed, lifting her head to look at her boyfriend as he sighed out in defeat, his head falling back onto the pillow and making his messy hair fan around his head like a halo.

She gripped his face in her warm hands making him look directly in her eyes as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs, a shudder rumbling between the two as he rested his hands against her hips, squeeing them in acknowledgment.

"Don't say sorry. You know I don't want to hear you say that. I am your partner and I love you and I am always here for you." she pressed.

"Even during the bad?" he asked bashfully. He knew the answer but he wanted to double check

"Especially during the bad." she said sternly. "You got that?" she nudged her chin.

"Yes." he hummed.

-

Her legs dangled off the countertop as he stood in between her parted legs, and boy, did he fit perfectly there. They smiled at one another as he took a sip of the hot chocolate she had made him.

Extra mini marshmallows because they didn't have the big ones. Y/n even dusted coco powder on top for the full affect making Evan smile happily.

"Best hot chocolate. Ever." he mused as he took a big gulp.

Y/n took a sip from her mug and beamed up at him through her lashes- placing the mug down onto the counter. "Feeling better?" she wanted to know.

Evan sighed, nodding his head slowly before placing his mug down so he could snake his arms around her waist and pull her into him. "Yes." he hummed. "Thank you.

"Always." she said lowly, placing her lips against his Adams apple. he groaned against her lips causing her to smile against his heated skin.

"What would I do without you?" he said aloud as he looked down at her before placing his lips against her softly.

"Not have the worlds best hot chocolate" she pointed.

[jimmysdarling]

Happy birthday evan!! ❤❤

[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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[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!

[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.

[whimperforme]

MASTERLIST ♡

includes; fluff, smut (mdni), angst, other 18+ type. :)

ahs, the last of us + other’s maybe.

by whimperforme

Evan Peters

The Promise | kit walker

Unimaginable Things.. | alex , adult world

<3

Pedro Pascal | The Last Of Us

last goodbye’s | joel miller

request’s are open love’s!

[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