#I Love being an Outkast

[novemberthewriter]

everyone on that gaga/outkast/britney thing keeps bringing up BoB by outkast and it's really weird bc i promise you the average music listener either doesn't remember that song or thinks it's a pro-war anthem, it doesn't really define the decade the way hey ya does. it's not about your favorite song it's about what was most ubiquitous and i'm sorry but britney had soooo many other songs that were more ubiquitous. gaga had other songs from that fame/fame monster era that hit more - and besides, since it was the tail end of the 00s i think it's not fair to say she defined the whole decade, she 1st blew up when the decade was damn near over lol. i think people struggle with picking hey ya bc they're sick of hearing it but that should tell you just how in your face that song has been for over 20 years.

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is hoping your car is not repairable. And when you and he run into a fling from his past, it throws Bradley into an internal dilemma about his self worth. 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, and swearing

Length: 4700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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You finally felt well enough to head back to work on Wednesday. Since your car was still missing under slightly mysterious circumstances, you had to ride in with Bradley.

"My mechanic said he wants you to come make some decisions about your car. We can head there after work," Bradley said. You didn't appreciate the slightly giddy tone in his voice.

"Did he say what's wrong with it?" you asked, eating a bagel while he drove. 

"Just that they replaced the battery and the starter. I think he wants to talk to you about the next steps."

You glared at him. "Next steps? I better not have to replace it. I love that car."

Bradley just grinned as he drove. "I'll replace it for you, Baby Girl. You can blame it all on me."

It felt good to get back into the swing of things after being away and being sick. When Bradley texted to see if you were joining him for lunch, you sent him an angry face emoji and told him you were eating with Cam and Maria. That was the last you heard from him until the end of the day when he was knocking on your open door.

"Are you really mad at me?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe with his hand on his hip. "Because you shouldn't be. Your car has a personal vendetta against me, Sweetheart."

"My car is blameless," you said, pausing to point at him before you packed up your bag. He was wearing his short sleeved khaki uniform, and you could see his tattoo peeking out below the sleeve. It would have been impossible to be mad at him. "Take me to it."

He just shook his head and held your hand as you waited for the elevator. As you rode down to ground level, you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Remember when we listened to OutKast together in this elevator?"

He ran his hands along your back. "Of course. Then I played it at the Hard Deck, because it was stuck in my head after I knew you liked it. How embarrassing. I showed you all of my cards so early."

You giggled against him and slid your hand up his bicep and under his sleeve, stroking the inked paper airplane. "You're so sweet, Roo. Never made me second guess that you wanted to date me." 

"Marry you," he rasped, kissing the top of your head as you caressed his skin. "Just had to date you long enough so we didn't seem completely crazy."

The ride to the mechanic was filled with one of Bradley's playlists while he asked you a bunch of times if you were really feeling better. 

"I'll be feeling great once I'm driving my car home," you told him as he pulled up to a garage with a bunch of cars being worked on. You spotted yours parked off to the side right away.

"Please don't get your hopes up that it's even driveable, Baby Girl," Bradley was telling you, but you were already climbing down to find out what was going on.

You rushed inside the building with Bradley right behind you, and you were asking about the car before he could even get a word in. And after a moment, the mechanic was leading both of you back outside.

"I've gotta tell you, your car's been a little difficult," the mechanic explained as he led both of you to the car. "But I think after the new battery and starter, it might be okay. Doesn't start up clean each time though."

"It will for me," you insisted, glaring at Bradley over your shoulder. 

The mechanic handed the keys to you, and you got yourself situated in the driver's seat. It started up perfectly for you. Three times in a row. 

"I told you it would be fine!" you told Bradley, gesturing wildly at the interior of your car as you looked up at him. "No need to buy a new one." 

He just stood with his arms crossed, shaking his head. "I'm paying for this then?" he asked, a smirk hiding just under the surface. 

"Yes, pay this nice man for the repairs," you said, bestowing a bright smile on the mechanic who smiled back at you. 

The mechanic leaned down and pointed to something on your dashboard. "Actually, while I have you here, I wanted to point out a few things that you should keep an eye on."

Bradley shook his head and sighed. "I'm going to head inside and pay."

You shooed Bradley away and listened to what the mechanic had to say about your car. 

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Bradley was leaning against the counter, putting his credit card back in his wallet and looking over the detailed receipt of repairs. He supposed eight hundred dollars wasn't too bad, especially since you were so happy your car was still running. He'd figure out a way to replace your car eventually. The only issue was, he doubted you'd ever let him drive it again. 

"Bradley?"

He turned to his left to see a woman about your age standing there smiling at him like she'd just won the lottery. 

"Hi," he replied, desperately trying to place her. She was kind of familiar. Cute face, dark hair, nice smile. All things he liked. 

She was inching closer now. "I'm Whitney. Remember? From like a year ago?"

Bradley's shoulders sagged as he exhaled. A shameful feeling of discomfort filled him up; he'd slept with her. He could remember her now. They met at some stupid outdoor concert thing he went to with Nat right after he came to San Diego. He'd taken her back to the barracks that night. He'd actually let her sleep over. 

He felt sick. "No. It was more than a year ago." He knew that much for sure. He hadn't so much as flirted with anyone except you since he met you last August. Fourteen months ago. 

"Well, close enough," Whitney replied, running her fingers through her hair in a way that Bradley would have probably found appealing. "I can't believe I ran into you here. Feel like grabbing a drink with me? I could give you my number again," she said in a singsong tone before nibbling on her lip. "Or... maybe you just want to follow me to my place?"

Had he really been that easy? He supposed he had. Just a pretty face and some tits had usually done the trick for him. He was embarrassed. So embarrassed for himself and for you. It was almost unbearable for him when these feelings came to the surface. He was not good enough for you, and he knew it. 

You came strolling back inside, mid conversation with the mechanic before you thanked him and headed for Bradley.

"I told you, Roo! I told you my car would be fine," you said, laughing as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Ever stop to think that maybe you're the problem?"

You were running your nose along the scars on his neck before you turned and saw how closely Whitney was still standing to him. Bradley held you a little tighter, but you froze and eyed the other woman cautiously. 

"Oh," Whitney gasped, taking a small step back.

"Whitney, this is my fiancée," Bradley said with as much confidence as he could. 

"Hi," you said politely before looking up at Bradley, eyes searching his for a clue as to what was going on.

But Whitney looked you up and down before focusing on Bradley with extreme agitation. "You said you never got serious. You made it a point to tell me that."

Now you seemed to understand what was happening here, because you stood a little taller, but kept your arm around Bradley. The fact that he knew you would stand here and defend him until you were out of breath made this painful ache inside him even worse. But he wouldn't let you do that for him today.

"I never got serious before," he told Whitney. Then he stroked his fingers along your cheek until you were looking up at him again. He gave you a small smile and kept his eyes on yours. "Because I didn't know this one existed yet."

Your eyes fluttered closed as you smiled up at him. He loved you so much, he hated that this was happening. 

Whitney scoffed sarcastically, and Bradley watched your face return to a neutral expression before you turned toward her. "Anything else we can help you with?" you asked blandly. When Whitney just shook her head, you waved to her and said goodbye. 

Bradley didn't know what to say to you as you watched Whitney walk away. 

You took both of his hands in yours and kissed his lips softly. "Ready to go home?"

Bradley just grunted in agreement. "I'll follow you," he said. "In case you have any issues with your car."

"Okay," you said, your voice soft and sweet. He would have expected more of an argument about how your car was the best thing you owned, but you just nodded and agreed with him. 

So he watched you get settled in the driver's seat, and he pulled out onto the main road behind you. He was glad you weren't in the Bronco to witness the emotional beating he was giving himself. 

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Bradley slept with that woman. You could tell almost immediately by the interaction, but you had needed him to confirm it for you. You knew it was before you and he were together. He made it a point to say that he hadn't known you existed yet when he was with her. 

You didn't care. It was obvious to you that Bradley had been with a lot of women before you. He had even told you as much. And you'd put Hangman, Payback and the other guys in their place when they tried to make Bradley feel bad about himself. You wouldn't let anyone get to him over something so dumb. But as you parked in the driveway and watched him pull in as well, you got the distinct feeling that he was already in his own head over this. And you weren't sure if you'd be able to protect him against himself. 

He walked around the Bronco and opened your car door for you. "Thanks, Roo," you said. He let you take his hand, but he remained silent as you led him to the front door. "Are you hungry? We still have some of the leftover soup you got to help me feel better." 

But he just shook his head and quickly unbuttoned his uniform shirt, leaving him in his white undershirt and khaki pants. "I'm not hungry," he said softly, grabbing Tramp's leash and hanging his shirt on the hook instead. "You should eat though. Don't want you to start feeling sick again."

He knelt down and clipped Tramp's leash to his collar, then he opened the front door. 

"Can we talk about it, Roo?"

You watched his broad chest rise and fall, but he didn't meet your eyes. "I just... I'll be back."

"Bradley," you said firmly, fighting the urge to stomp your foot and yell at him. "I do not care about that shit. It doesn't matter to me "

But he turned further away from you. "I'm embarrassed. I can't take you to the mechanic without running into someone I hooked up with, who I can barely even fucking recognize. It's bad enough that it happens at the bar or when I'm fucking deployed."

"Bradley," you tried again. "Please look at me?"

He did exactly as you asked, but his face looked pale and pinched. His eyes were guarded, and you hesitated even though you wanted to touch him.

The words, "I love you," slipped from your lips, but he just nodded and opened the door. Tramp danced around at his feet, getting excited to go outside. 

"Please, just let me take Tramp for a walk." He didn't wait for an answer, and soon you were standing in the entryway alone.

You didn't know how to reassure him. You thought about texting Phoenix for help, but what could she do? It would be a bad idea to text Jake, so you would just wait Bradley out. He had to come home eventually.

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Bradley strolled up and down the beach in his combat boots while Tramp sniffed everything along the way. It was windy and cloudy, and nobody else was really out, which suited his mood. 

He was so embarrassed. He couldn't stop thinking about the fact that you must be embarrassed, too, even if you weren't admitting it to him. 

Bradley just wanted to be good for you. He wanted you to be as proud of him as he was of you. The wedding was next month, and it was pretty much all planned and ready now. Marrying you was the only thing he wanted for himself. 

Tramp started dragging around a piece of driftwood as Bradley led him further up the beach. He had everything he wanted; everything had changed so much in barely a year of knowing you. He had you and Tramp and somewhere to live that wasn't temporary.

You had to know all the other women were before he met you. He'd told you that. Bradley had told you there was nobody else for him now, just you. So why did he feel so shitty? 

He caught sight of his tattoo, and his embarrassment grew deeper. You wanted him to talk to you instead of stew, but he'd walked out of the house anyway. The sun was setting now, and he'd usually be showering or snuggling with you at this point in the evening.

"Fuck," he grunted, guiding Tramp up to the beach entrance trail. "Let's go talk to Mommy."

When he finished brushing the sand from Tramp's fur and let him in, it was getting dark outside. You appeared to be fresh out of the shower, wearing his old UVA shirt as you cleaned up the kitchen.

You turned to face him with wide eyes. "Cleaning the kitchen is my job," he said, trying for a teasing tone. 

"Yeah, you're better at it than I am," you replied with a hesitant smile. "How was your walk?"

He took a step closer. "I'm sorry I didn't stay and talk to you."

You just shrugged. "You needed a minute to yourself. I can appreciate that. But I don't know why you're embarrassed, Roo. I didn't learn anything new today."

He just shook his head. "I know you didn't. And just to be clear, there's nothing else to learn. It's just been you since we met. You know that, right?"

The soft smile that touched your lips could have brought him to his knees. "Yeah, I know that. It was the same for me. I didn't want to date anyone when we met, or have you forgotten that? I didn't even want to date you at first," you said with a laugh. "But that didn't last long."

Your hand connected with his abs, and when he didn't stop you, he felt you wrap your arms around him. "You don't think I'm a little embarrassed that I originally intended for you to be a hookup? A hookup, Bradley. I love you more than anything else in this world, and while you were trying to tell me you were falling in love with me, I was trying to keep it casual."

He laughed as you rubbed your cheek against his chest. "Yeah, that is a little embarrassing," he agreed, already feeling better. 

You looked up at him, eyes wide, demanding his attention. "You're not the only one with a past. You never make me feel bad about myself, and I never want you to feel bad either. There's a reason we both stopped hooking up when we met each other. We're supposed to be together."

He just nodded. "You know, I was embarrassed that I didn't recognize Whitney at first. Thought it was because I'd been such a manwhore. But I think maybe the reason I couldn't remember her or anyone else is because you've taken over my whole brain, Baby Girl." 

Your eyes flashed with something akin to anger. "Do not call yourself a manwhore. I fucking lost it on the guys when they made you feel bad, and I'll lose it on you just the same."

He swallowed hard. "Okay. I won't."

"And if I was somehow able to make you only think of me, I'm certainly not going to complain." You nuzzled your face against his arm and kissed along his tattoo. "You're mine."

Bradley let you make him feel better. He let you heat up some soup for him, and you sat in his lap while he ate it. He let you get him cozy on the couch and snuggle as you watched a show. He let you do all that magical stuff you always did that made his heart feel full.

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Thursday was better, but by Friday, Bradley had definitely perked up. 

"What time is dinner with Cam and Maria?" Bradley asked, getting changed into jeans after work. 

"In an hour and a half," you told him from the bathroom where you were doing your hair. 

He walked in and let his hands rest on your hips. "You look so pretty. Should I cancel golf and bar hopping with the guys tomorrow and spend the day with you instead?"

You glared playfully at him in the mirror. "Are you really golfing tomorrow? Or is that just a cover for another tattoo?"

"Don't test me, Baby Girl," he whispered, kissing your neck. "If it wasn't Coyote's birthday, I would be canceling."

"No, you should go, because I have some things I need to do tomorrow."

He kissed along your neck and you smirked. "Like what?"

"Well..." you said, turning in his arms so you were facing him. "I was hoping Daddy would give me an allowance to go lingerie shopping for the honeymoon." You looked up into his wide, brown eyes with as much innocence as you could muster without grinning. You didn't need his money for that, but you loved teasing him. 

You watched his head tip back as he groaned, his Adam's apple straining. "Fuck. How much do you want?" He started fumbling in his jeans pocket. "Here, take my whole wallet."

You started laughing. "You want me to buy a lot, Roo?"

"I want you to buy everything," he said, handing you his wallet and then pushing you up against the sink vanity. "Buy it all. Lingerie, dresses, bathing suits. Whatever you want."

You were giggling as he rubbed his mustache along your cheek. "Whatever I want?"

His hands were on your zipper as he kissed you all over your face. "Use my credit cards. Drain my retirement accounts if you need to. I'll take out a second mortgage. Get whatever you want."

You tucked his wallet into your back pocket, and it took all your willpower to grab his wrist and pull his hand out of the front of your underwear. "Bradley," you whispered as he hummed next to your ear. "We can't right now. Rings, remember?"

Bradley groaned as he zipped and buttoned your jeans for you. "Picking out wedding rings is the only thing that could deter me from a quickie right now. I hope you know that."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him hard. "We won't stay out too late tonight."

Bradley picked you up and whispered, "We'll skip dessert, and I'll bring you home and eat you instead."

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Bradley really wanted you to pick out whichever matching wedding bands you wanted, but you insisted on getting his input. 

"It's gotta be gold to match," you said, holding up your left hand which he kissed. "Your dad picked out the prettiest ring for your mom."

"He did, but that's your ring now. Pick out whatever you want to match."

He watched you look at seemingly every ring in the jewelry store before pulling out a few plain gold bands that you liked. The jeweler helped you try them on with your ring, and Bradley was already imagining slipping one of them on your finger himself. 

"I like these two," you finally told him, pointing out two pairs. "You choose."

Bradley slipped the first one on his finger and smiled. It felt good. It looked good. He liked it. He swapped it out for the second one, and he saw your smile grow. He liked this one even more.

"Put the matching one back on, Baby Girl." You slid the matching band on and held your hand up for him. They were simple gold bands, and yours looked perfect with your engagement ring. "These ones, yeah?"

You just nodded and kissed him. "Yeah. I'm paying for them," you said, handing your credit card to the jeweler before he could argue. "Don't worry Daddy, I'll run up a sizeable bill on your card tomorrow."

Bradley tilted your chin up with his fingers. "You better."

He couldn't wait to get you home. But first, Bradley had to make it through dinner. Luckily, he knew Cam and Maria well enough by this point to be able to touch you the whole time without them batting an eye.

Cam smiled across the table at him while he ate his salad. "So, Bradley, you ever planning on shaving off that pornstache, I mean mustache?" he asked with a smile.

Bradley chuckled and leaned over to kiss your cheek. "That's up to this one," he replied, looking at you.

"No, it stays forever," you told Cam. "Had him shave it once. Instant regret." 

"Should I be looking at bridesmaids dresses?" Maria asked. "You guys really need to pick a wedding date!"

You and Bradley shared a smirk. "Don't worry about that yet," you told your friend. 

"I want to worry about it!" Maria complained. "You guys could have gotten married last year, and I feel like nobody would have thought it was weird."

Bradley appreciated your friends for how much they really did like him, and how much they obviously loved you. But there was no way they were going to get any top secret wedding intel out of either of you.

"Oh, you know what we should do, Roo?" you suddenly asked him. "Let's host a Halloween party!"

You were giving him a look. He thought this might have been your way of steering the conversation where you wanted it. "Yeah, sounds fun," he agreed, looking across the table at your friends who both looked delighted. So he'd host another party with you. That sounded like something for married people. 

True to your word, you and Bradley ducked out before dessert. When Bradley buckled you into the Bronco, he pulled the wedding bands out of the glovebox and handed them to you. "Don't want to forget to take those inside later," he told you with a kiss. He watched you tuck them into your purse, and as soon as he was pulling out onto the road, your hands were on his jeans, unzipping.

"Oh, shit," Bradley groaned as you eased your hand inside his jeans and started stroking him, making him a little hard after just a few passes of your hand along his cock. "I get a handjob on the way home?" He was trying to pay attention to the road, but he glanced down to watch your hand pump him all the way to the tip and then move back down.

"Road head, Daddy," you said just before you started to shimmy yourself onto your belly.

"Hell yes," Bradley hissed as he felt your warm breath on his cock. You wasted no time, taking him deep, letting him hit the back of your throat. It took every ounce of Bradley's concentration to stay on the road as he hit the back of your throat again, making you gag. By the third time you started gagging, Bradley was panting.

You withdrew him long enough to ask, "Does Daddy like that?" Then he was gliding back between your perfect lips while you sucked on him.

Bradley ran his fingers along the back of your neck and grunted. "Daddy loves it. Just keep your seatbelt on, Baby Girl." He took the long way home, driving on backroads at a leisurely pace that seemed to match the movement of your mouth around his dick. You weren't in any hurry, and neither was he. "My God, you give the best head." 

He dragged his hand down your neck and along your spine until he was palming your ass through your jeans. When he rolled up to a stop sign, he landed a hard slap that had you suddenly jerking forward and moaning. 

"Fuck!" Bradley practically howled. He was seeing stars, you were taking him so deep now. He kept his foot firmly pressing down on the brake pedal and listened to the sloppy, wet sounds you were making on him. He was too close now, fucking up into your mouth. 

A horn blared behind him, and he let loose a string of curse words as he manually rolled down his window and waved the car behind him around. He was going to cum, he was right on the edge. The other driver was stopping next to him and asking if he needed any help. 

Bradley's head was tipped back against the headrest as the first tingles of his orgasm washed through him.

"I'm fine!" he hollered through the open window. "Oh shit, I'm so good."

"Are you sure?" the other driver asked.

Bradley just violently waved him on, saying, "My wife has it under control!"

He felt you moan, and that was it. He was filling your mouth with cum as you sucked with hollowed out cheeks until he couldn't feel his fingertips. 

Bradley ended up waving on two more cars before you popped his softening cock out of your mouth and smiled up at him. "Take me home."

"Anything you want," he whispered, and you carefully zipped him back up while he drove you there.

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"You called me your wife," you gasped. "In the Bronco."

"Mmhmm," Bradley hummed against your clit as you tipped your head back against your pillow. He was gently stroking his fingers along your tattoo and holding your right foot in place on his shoulder.

"It turned me on."

"I can see that," he said, grinning up at you. "I can taste it, too. You're so wet."

You propped yourself up on one elbow and watched him work you over. He was so sexy, and every time you saw his tattoo, you clenched around his fingers. You were so close now, and you wanted to cum, so you decided to push him over the edge. 

"We have wedding rings."

Yep, that did it. You collapsed back against the pillow as he went feral on you, making you cum on his face.

Bradley kissed your lips, hovering over you like he was about to do some pushups. "What did I do to deserve road head?" he whispered, nudging your nose with his until you were smiling. "Thought we would wait until we got home. Maybe make that video? But damn... you got me off good in the Bronco."

You ran your fingers gently through his hair. "You're the best. You're letting me throw a Halloween party. You're planning our honeymoon. You talked to me the other day about the stuff from your past that makes you a little embarrassed. Even though it shouldn't, Roo. But you didn't shut me out."

"I don't want to shut you out, Sweetheart. You always make me feel so much better." He eased himself down so that he was resting against your chest. "Now promise Daddy you'll buy whatever you want for our honeymoon tomorrow."

You giggled. "Promise."

"And promise Daddy you'll send some photos while you're shopping." He nipped along your breasts as your fingers wound in his hair.

You thought about what you could send to him while he was playing golf and drinking with the guys. "Promise. But it might mess up your golf game."

Bradley groaned against you. "My golf game is already bad. Just fuck it up more, Baby Girl."

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Covered a lot of emotions in this one. Also making a lot of promises. Also getting closer to his deployment.

PART 13

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Winter’s Knight

vampire!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

inspired by Leon’s romantic look 😌 and the song Dracula’s Wedding by OutKast 💜 also the poetry mentioned is from Emily Dickinson; there’s also one line plucked from Dracula

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, biting/marking, fated pair, strangers to lovers, blood, blood kink, scent kink, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), OC friend of reader named Lara just in case that throws anyone off, unprotected sex, creampie

title from Winter’s Knight album by Nox Arcana

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!! 💜 😘

“It’s an opportunity of a lifetime,” you mimic in a high tone before rolling your eyes, “opportunity my ass.”

Your friend Lara convinced you to go on this holiday trip with her, all expenses paid, as she wanted the company. The boyfriend that was originally going to be accompanying her had been dumped the week prior. Cheaters never win had been Lara’s flippant reply when asked. 

It felt like it happened overnight and before you knew it, Lara had whisked you away to three different countries one of which being the current visit in question. You think you’re in Romania or maybe Estonia; you’re a little mixed up as your plans had changed mid train ride. 

Lara’s family had some connections in the area and so you were both staying in a rather posh old castle turned tourist destination. 

A very lovely place except now you were completely turned around when all you wanted was to get a bottle of water from the concierge and go back to bed. Your footsteps have slowed considerably as you take in the magnificent gothic architecture and the beautiful paintings ranging from landscapes to some strange brooding man encapsulated in shadows; you’re never fully able to make out what he looks like, too much shadow blanking his features. 

You find yourself at a dead end, ornate furniture filling the space with a singular painting taking up the entire wall. It literally takes your breath away. It must be the place you’re staying in, the front gate still looks the same from what you can tell; it’s this castle seated on a rocky cliff face overlooking the villa down below. Your hand reaches out to touch, but you hover over the gilded frame before dropping it back to your side. 

“Lovely, no?”

A smooth, low voice has you spinning around, a thrill of fear humming in your chest. 

A man stands to the side, a little further down the hall. He’s tall, slim waisted with broad shoulders that stick out to you, even being shrouded in the dim lighting like he is; his eyes shine like an animal’s before you blink and it’s gone. 

That small niggling of fear in your brain is getting louder as he moves closer, making no sound in his sharp dress shoes. 

He keeps his eyes locked on the painting as he stops next to you.

“Quite an ancient castle,” he murmurs, almost too low for you to hear. 

When he finally turns to face you, you almost gasp. He’s beautiful, almost ethereal with his snowy white hair and fair complexion; both make the blue of his eyes almost glacial. 

He smiles sardonically, “Lost?”

You squint your eyes at him, lips pursing in suspicion, “You could say that.”

He grins and his teeth glint sharply before he turns, holding his arm out for you. 

“I can guide you back to your room, miss?”

You smile sarcastically as you step up alongside him, completely ignoring the proffered arm, “Miss is just fine, sir.”

His eyes flick from the end of the hallway to you and he hums in amusement, “Well miss, shall I lead the way?”

“Oh, please do,” you simper and this earns a low chuckle from the handsome stranger, making your heartbeat flutter at the sound. 

He guides you back to the foyer and up the grand staircase, pointing out paintings or furniture that have some kind of significance to the castle. Pausing in front of an oil painting not far from your room, he falls into a sort of melancholy. 

“This was one of the ladies of the castle,” he finally pulls back, turning without looking back at you, “I’m sure you can find the rest of your way, miss.”

You startle, not realizing he was just going to dip out now. 

“Hey!”

He pauses, half turning so you can see the profile of his straight nose and sharp cheekbone.

“Thanks, mister?” You trail off, hand fluttering in the air as you gesture. 

He fully turns to smile at you, “Mister is just fine, thanks.”

You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, missing the way he lights up at the sound, eyes cataloging you far more closely than before. 

“Well, thanks Mister,” you shake your head, smile still stretched across your face, “maybe I’ll see you around then.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs, bowing to you at the waist, “goodnight, Miss.”

“Goodnight,” you tilt your head and wave your hand.

Laughing to yourself, you turn and head further down the hall and into your room.  He watches you until the door clicks shut and he turns back to leave. Pausing in front of the painting once more, he brushes a thumb across the placard on the bottom. 

“She feels like the one, hmm?” He murmurs to the half smiling woman, “now that she’s here, I don’t know if I can do it.”

A door snapping shut from further down the hall has him pulling away from the painting and slipping off into the night. 

You run into the strange gentleman again in the castle gardens situated just to the side of the towering edifice. Since Lara’s pacing in her room trying to figure out what went wrong with your travel plans, you decided to go for a walk instead of sitting around doing nothing.

You’re looking at one of the dead withered trees off to the side, debating if sitting on the bench here is safe from any falling branches when that low smoky tone speaks behind you. 

“There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, that oppresses, like the heft of cathedral tunes.”

You squash your urge to jump in place and spin around to face him. He’s no less devastatingly pretty in the weak winter sunlight. 

“Good afternoon to you, too,” you smile, enjoying the weirdness he exudes, “and what a conversation starter, might I add.”

He meets your smile with his own little grin, “Somber poetry for a somber day.”

You giggle, “Guess so.”

He gestures and you sit on the bench as he takes a seat next to you. 

“Here on vacation?” You kick at a loose rock with your booted foot.

“You could say I’m here for leisure,” he muses, blue eyes taking in every nuance of you. 

You tilt your head to look at him, “Oh I could, huh?”

Laughing, you straighten up, hands fiddling with the clasp on your jacket, “Well, I’m also here for leisure. Even though it’s kind of an accident.”

He raises an eyebrow and you continue, “It was a mix up and we ended up here. A vacation, just not in the right place.”

“How fortunate am I,” he smirks and you feel heat blaze in your chest, eyes dropping to look down at your jacket. 

You tug on the zipper, catching your finger in the teeth with a hiss. It snags a bit of skin as you jerk it free, blood beading on your fingertip.

His features are serious as he takes your hand in his, “You must see to it so it doesn’t become infected.”

You nod, touched at his concern, “I have some alcohol swabs and bandaids up in my room.”

He brings your hand closer and you get the wild idea he means to suck your finger into his mouth, but he only kisses the back of your hand as he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, a light gray fabric that looks like it costs more than your entire wardrobe. You catch his initials, L.S.K., monogrammed in black on the edge. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, feeling flushed in the cool afternoon air as you clasp the handkerchief to your finger. 

“My pleasure. Shall I escort you back to your room, miss?”

Lips parting, you take in his pinched features as he stares at your hand before nodding again, “Yes, please.”

His eyes snap up and he smiles, relief spreading across his face, “Good, good.”

Once you’re both standing, he snags your elbow with his fingers and gently guides you along. Since he’s much closer than before and you’re not sniffling from the cold air, you catch a strong smell of cedar and cloves that nearly makes you swoon. 

“Are you okay?” He stops, grip firming up on your bicep to tug you closer making the smell even stronger. 

“‘m okay,” you murmur, eyes drooping as you slump against his chest, “just smell good.”

You feel him laugh and the low baritone makes your cunt throb so hard you whine into his jacket. 

“Maybe moving from the cold into the warmth has made you dizzy,” he says kindly, “come, let me help you to your room.”

Completely unsure as to what’s happening to you, you let him lead you back to your room. Your legs don’t seem to want to move the way you want to and the more you breathe in whatever cologne he’s wearing, the more slick drips from your pussy into the gusset of your panties to the point you’re soaked between your thighs. 

He murmurs low platitudes in your ear that just makes everything better worse, so by the time you make it back to your room and he eases you down into your bed, you’re asking him to stay. 

“No. You’ll thank me later,” he soothes, pulling off your winter boots and tucking you under the covers. 

“Please,” tears prick your waterline, emotions and hormones all over the place. 

His lips thin and he runs a hand through his white hair, strands ruffled when he clasps your hands together, “Just close your eyes. I’ll stay here.”

Dropping to the floor, he kneels alongside your bed, keeping your hands together. Struggling to keep your eyes open, you just know he won’t be there when you wake up and some part of you hates that idea. 

“Didn’t think it would affect you like this,” he murmurs as you drift off. 

With a small shift, he moves forward and pulls the pricked finger into his mouth. His hot tongue lashing against the digit is the last thing your mind holds onto before it slips away like sand in the tide. 

When you come to, it’s dark outside and Lara is shaking your shoulder. 

“Finally,” she huffs, brows pinched, “thought I was gonna have to take you to a doctor or something. You good?”

You squint at her but can’t remember anything but the stranger you met helping you back inside from the cold. The rest is a cloudy blank in your mind. 

“Yeah, just tired I guess,” you raise up, pushing the blankets away to swing your feet out of bed, “what’s up?” 

As you shift, you notice a small square cloth and a bolt of memory, of sitting on the bench with that man, makes your eyes widen. You pick up the handkerchief and tuck it into your pocket. 

She smiles weakly, “Kinda stuck here a few more days then we’ll just fly back home in time for Christmas.”

You frown, an uncomfortable sadness pinging in your chest, “Oh? That’s fine. I like it here, so it’s not like it’s a hardship.”

Lara laughs, “Maybe for you. I’m ready to be somewhere that has pizza delivery.”

You grin, “Fair enough,” you push her shoulder, “well, when do we plan on leaving?”

“Two days is what my travel agent says,” she looks down at her phone, “that was the nearest opening since it’s the busy season and plus a storm is coming in tonight.”

“Ahh,” you nod along, “plenty of time to sightsee then.”

She giggles at your teasing and stands up from the bed, “I just wanted to let you know. It’s kinda late but the kitchen’s still open if you wanna grab something. I’m honestly exhausted from being on the phone all day so I’m gonna crash.”

“Hang on!”

You throw on some shoes and meet her at the door, “I’ll walk you to your room and head down to grab some food. You sure you don’t want anything?”

“Nah,” she shakes her head, “I had something earlier since I thought you’d eaten. You sure you’re feeling okay, though?”

“Mmhmm,” you smile, pausing outside her door, “promise.”

She returns your smile, “Okay, goodnight then.”

“Night!”

The door snaps shut behind you as you walk away, heading to the staircase and down to the restaurant. You take your time, stopping to look at various paintings on the way down, even pausing in front of a suit of armor to peer into the empty helm. 

“Expecting a skeleton?”

You jump backwards, nearly tripping as you stumble into the firm chest behind you. 

Righting yourself, you feel hot all over in embarrassment as you meet your strange acquaintance for the second time today. 

“U-uh, hi,” you feel jittery with nerves, like a new crush, “thank you for today by the way. I don’t know how I got into my room, but I’m guessing you helped?”

His brows raise in surprise, but it’s quickly replaced by a warm smile that makes butterflies flutter in your chest, “Yes, you weren’t feeling well. Dizzy from the temperature change.”

You take a half step back, leaving more distance between you two. 

“Well, thank you,” you clear your throat, “uh, I was going down for a late dinner, do you want to join me?”

A sly grin crosses his features making you nervous, “I’d be delighted although I’ve already.. eaten this evening.”

“O-oh okay,” you stumble over your words as you turn to walk down the stairs, “anything you’d recommend?”

A sharp bark of laughter escapes him as he walks alongside you, “No, nothing I’d recommend. Although I’ve heard their special today is excellent.”

Surprised at his outburst, your brows furrow as you smile in confusion, “If you say so.”

You lapse into a comfortable silence as you both make the walk to the dining room. There’s just something about him that draws you in like a moth to a flame. At first you just thought it was his strange mannerisms, but in the short span of time that you’ve spent together you just feel connected on some hidden level that you’ve only just discovered. 

Dinner is a quiet affair; the strange man, who you still don’t know the name of, joins you for your meal. He makes small talk about the local area in which he’s well informed about, no surprise. After you’ve finished your meal, he offers to take you out for an after dinner stroll around the castle before bed. 

Not wanting to leave his company just yet, you readily agree and let him lead you around the place. It’s as he’s guiding you down a long L shaped hallway filled with more paintings that a chill runs down your spine and he freezes in place, half turning to shield you from the person who seems to materialize in front of you two. 

“Hello, Leon,” a silky voice purrs as a beautiful woman steps into view. 

She’s beautiful and ethereal in a way that’s almost terrifying, much like the mysterious gentleman half blocking your view; Leon she called him. 

“What a lovely surprise,” she steps closer, form appearing to ripple in the dappled moonlight streaming from the windows. 

“Ada, how can I be of service?” His polite tone’s cold and to the point, even as he pushes you further behind him. 

“Aww, don’t be like that,” she lilts, voice playful and coaxing, “I’ve already seen your pretty playmate. Is she a new friend?”

You blink and the dark haired woman is standing next to you, Leon twisting uncomfortably to turn around. 

She twirls a strand of your hair with a manicured nail, “I won’t bite. Unless she asks,” she winks at you and your eyes widen in surprise.

“She’s new, yes. A visitor,” Leon’s hand reaches out to grasp your hip, tugging you into his side, “so don’t play games.”

“Games?” She laughs, eyes bright, “are you still sore that I stole Claire away?” she pouts at him, “she wasn’t your one, so why are you still upset?”

You watch all of this with rapt attention and so much confusion. 

He scowls at her, eyes darkening as he straightens his stance, “It doesn’t matter if she was the right one or not, you stole her away from me.”

She laughs outright at that, side stepping away from you and closer to him, “Can’t steal someone if they want to be taken, right, Leon?”

He deflates a little, gaze flitting to you and back to her, “What do you want now?”

“To bother you,” she smiles over at you and you notice her incisors are longer than normal, “since I’m just passing through, thought I would say hello to an old friend.”

They stare at each other for a beat longer than what’s comfortable before she sighs melodramatically. 

“As much as I would love to stay, and believe me I want to so very badly,” she blows a kiss at Leon as she walks backwards to the far end of the gallery, “I do have unfinished business nearby that I must take care of. Ciao!”

It’s so quiet after she leaves that the ringing in your ears sounds abnormally loud. 

Leon clears his throat and gives you an apologetic smile, “I’m very sorry about all of that.”

You wave your hands, “No worries. It’s not really my business, y’know.”

He winces at that and you scrunch your nose, internally cringing at yourself. It’s a somber feeling as he quietly leads you back to your room. 

Pausing at the threshold, you reach out and snag the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Hey,” you murmur, dropping your gaze to the fabric you’ve pinched between your fingers, “you wanna meet up tomorrow?”

He frowns although you don’t see it and slowly tugs his arm loose, “I don’t know.”

Whatever feeling that has been building in your chest feels like a punctured balloon at his flippant tone. 

“Oh,” you drop his shirt like it burns, willing the tears away at least until you can shut the door, “I-I didn’t mean to— nevermind. Kinda silly of me. Hopefully I’ll see you before we leave.”

His fingers circle around your wrist tightly, holding you in place, “You’re leaving?”

You level him with a flat stare, “Of course. We’re only here for a couple more days. So if you’ll excuse—“

He presses forward, pushing you through the doorway to follow after, letting the door swing shut behind you both. 

“Let go of me,” you twist your arm but Leon doesn’t budge. 

A concentrated look arrests his features, blue eyes skimming down your body and back up to your face. 

“Leon,” you bite out sharply, making him draw up short, “that’s your name, right?”

“Yes,” his eyes look wild as he lets go of your wrist to grasp both of your hands with his own, “yes, my name is Leon. Leon Kennedy. I’m sorry, this isn’t quite how I wanted things to go.”

You finally pull your arm away, “I’d like it if you left. I’m really confused and you’re acting strange.”

He looks at you so sadly it makes your chest hurt, “Can I show you something? I’ll leave you alone after that if that's what you’d like.”

Pursing your lips, you squint at him until you finally nod, “Alright.”

His shoulders sag and he walks back over to the door. Holding it open, he waits until you cross the threshold before stepping back in front of you. You make the short walk to the painting down the hall from your door when Leon pauses. 

You look at the painting then to his serious face with raised brows.

“You’re showing me this again?” Confusion colors your tone, “am I missing something?”

“Have you read the name underneath?”

Shaking your head no, you step forward to read the small gold plate underneath. 

“Claire Kennedy née Redfield,” you murmur to yourself. 

Claire? That mysterious woman mentioned her name earlier. The one Leon said she stole away. The correlation is there but you feel like you’re missing a huge part of the puzzle to actually end up at the correct explanation. 

You turn to Leon, “So is this the Claire you were talking about?”

He nods, eyes heavy and sad as he flits his gaze between you and the painting, “Yes. It was a political marriage. We were friends before everything happened.”

“Ookay,” you frown again, “so she ran off with her girlfriend?”

He flinches at that, “My other wife.”

You feel floored, “Wait, what?!”

Rubbing your forehead, you’re getting a pain behind your left eye from trying to parse it all together. 

“So, your new wife ran off with your then current wife? Am I getting that right? How long ago was this, Leon?”

He gestures a little wildly at the plaque, “You didn’t see the year?”

Squinting, you lean forward and can make out circa 1849. 

“Fuck off,” you blurt out, leaning back and taking a half step away, “what kinda joke is this?”

“I wait my whole life to bite the right one,” he mutters to himself, hand raking through his parted hair, “that’s not to say I didn’t mess up a couple of times before.”

You take another step back, away from Leon, “What do you mean?”

His eyes snap over to you and you freeze in place. Everything about him seems to be amplified to ten now, he’s exuding an energy that makes the hair on your arms stand up. 

“You’re the one,” he steps up until he’s in your personal space, “Ada and Claire were accidents. I didn’t realize that there’s only one compatible partner for me.”  

“Compatible partner?” voice pitching high, “you sound crazy right now.”

His brows lower, “You feel it too, little miss. It’s why you passed out earlier. Blood calls to blood.”

You’re hit with a wall of need so crippling your legs give out making you come down hard on your knees. 

“I’ve been shielding you,” he murmurs, kneeling in front of you, hands reaching out to brush across your jaw and neck, “it’s a lot to take in, I know.”

Gasping in deep breaths, you’re overwhelmed with the scent of cedar and cloves from earlier. You don’t know how you forgot that smell but now it’s all you can concentrate on; your head goes fuzzy as arousal sweeps through your body. 

“What is this?” you slur, eyes hazy as you slump forward into Leon’s shoulder, “what did you do t’me?”

“Nothing,” he soothes, petting down your back, “it’s just the effect of the compatibility. I can’t explain it; I just instinctively know it’s right.”

Reaching out, your hands weakly clasp at his shirt, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” he coos, “let me take you to my room.”

Not able to argue against him, he easily lifts you into a bridal carry. He uses one hand to block your eyes and you feel cold wind before he removes his palm and you see you’re in a room three times the size of your own. Leon eases you down onto an absurdly luxurious bed, sheer drapes lost to the shadows of the ceiling. 

Once he steps away, leaving a sizable gap between you both, the dizziness subsides and your thoughts aren’t as fleeting. 

“What the fuck?” you whisper, hands shakily brushing wisps of your hair back from your face, “what the ever loving fuck? Am I losing my mind?”

Your eyes quickly dart around, taking in the opulate furnishings and huge windows overlooking the cliff side, showcasing you now must be on the upper level of the castle. Your gaze lands on a time worn painting off to the side of Leon and his first wife, the dark haired beauty he called Ada. Next to it is another portrait of his second wife, Claire, yet another beautiful woman with red hair. 

Leon’s hands ball into fists at his sides as he takes in a deep breath, “It’s not as bad as it seems.”

“Leon, what’s going on?” Your voice breaks, mind struggling to keep up with what’s happening to you. 

“My first wife,” he points to the older portrait, “we were human at the time.”

“At the time?” You squeak out.

He hums, eyes flashing in the low light, “Yes. Then the change occurred to me after getting lost on a hunting trip. When I returned, I offered it to her but she refused,” he tilts his head up and shields his eyes with a hand, “and I made her like me anyways. She was my wife. Our vows were to be together in sickness and in health. She didn’t see it that way.”

You watch as he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, stepping to the portrait with his fingers outstretched but never outright touching the canvas. 

“She said it was til death do us part but I thought she was my one,” he sighs sorrowfully, “so I changed her and she loathed me. She eventually left one night never to come back. I didn’t chase after her, resigned to her resentment. I didn’t hear from her for hundreds of years. Then Claire came along.”

Your eyes jump from Ada to the smiling redhead in the other portrait. 

“Her brother needed her to marry someone with an upstanding background; someone with title and lands to trade,” he smiles bitterly at you, “I posed as my own great great nephew and set up the marriage. We became friends through our letters and when we wed it was wonderful. I kept what I was from her for as long as possible.”

He steps over to you and you flinch making his eyes droop in pain. 

“She figured it out quickly, such a smart woman,” he smiles crookedly, “I loved her dearly, but she wasn’t enough either. I changed her thinking that this is it, but it wasn’t. She wasn’t the one either. Ada came soon after and easily whisked her away from me.”

He sighs forlornly. Your lips part but you change your mind and refrain from saying anything. 

“Claire’s brother even convinced Ada to change him so he could defend her honor against me,” he blows out a short breath, “letting you know in case he shows up to be the gallant hero.”

“Leon,” you murmur, at a complete loss for words. 

“We all understand each other now and they’re happy where they are,” he laughs derisively at himself, “and I’ve lived alone here, running this place through a shell company hoping against hope for just one more chance.”

“This is insane,” you finally say to him, “you’re telling me you’re a vampire and I’m beholden to you? And on top of that you practically have a coven. This is impossible.”

“But you feel the pull, too,” his voice dips into that low smoky tenor, “you’re the one. You are to be my new bride.”

Your laugh startles you both, but you can’t stop the manic giggles once they start. Once the mania seems to pass and with it your hysterical laughter, you finally get yourself under control and clear your throat. 

“Prove it,” you tell him seriously, heart beating so fast your sure he can hear it, “let me see this vampire side of yours and if I believe you, if you convince me, then I’ll be your bride.”

His smile lights up his whole face making your breath catch.

“That’s easily done.”

He stands directly in front of you and that strange energy fills the room; you watch in complete astonishment as he looks like he dissolves until there’s only mist floating in the air. It drifts languidly past you and you feel the bed dip with body weight. 

His hot breath caresses your ear, “Is that enough, little bride?”

A full body shudder hits you as he kisses across your neck, the sharp prick of fangs dragging across your skin. 

“Let me bite you,” he whispers sweetly, “let me show you how deep our bond truly is.”

Feeling completely off centered, you breathe out one word without thinking, going with only what feels right.

“Yes.”

His teeth sink into the side of your neck and you cum, slick filling your panties until you’re sure it’s dripping down your thighs. It feels like a typhoon of emotions rains down through your body, pleasure so strong your eyes sting; then, it’s swept through to be quickly replaced by a feeling of home so deeply connected to the man behind you you could openly weep. It’s like a puzzle piece slotting into place somewhere in your chest. 

Moaning, your hands scratch at the bedding and he hums against your skin. Pulling away with a low groan, he runs his tongue over the puncture marks. 

“So good,” he mouths against your jaw, “let me mark you again.”

Whimpering, you lean back against him as he sinks his teeth into a new spot, softly sucking blood from the wound. His hands slip around your waist to pull you into the V of his thighs. You choke out a whine as your cunt throbs, on the verge of another orgasm and he hasn’t even touched you intimately aside from his teeth in your neck. 

“Leon,” you keen, one hand reaching over your head to tangle in his soft, snowy hair.

Chillbumps race down your body when he finally pulls away to place a soft kiss on the bite. He sucks at the tender skin making you mewl longingly until he pulls away with a sigh. 

“Let me taste that sweet little pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “I have been dreaming of biting your thighs and kissing your cunt til you can’t take anymore.”

Tugging his hair harder, you whimper and nod your head, “Please, Leon.”

The scent of cedar comes across stronger as he kisses your neck one last time before shifting you both until you’re laying back on his bed. He strokes his hands all down your body, eyes drinking in your expressions.

“You’ve been driving me crazy this entire time,” he slowly undresses you, scraping his sharp incisors against the skin he reveals, “smell so good, so sweet. Makes my mouth water.”

You whimper while watching as he unbuttons your jeans and works them and your panties off of your legs. He groans to see the slick mess between your thighs, cunt glistening with your arousal. 

“Look at you,” he breathes out, blown out pupils flicking up to your own dazed eyes. 

Wasting no time, he lays down between your spread legs and kisses the top of your pussy, ignoring where you most want his mouth. He drags his lips down and then buries his face in your cunt, spreading your lips apart with his tongue as he licks all over your pussy. Grunting, he shoves his tongue into your hole to spear you open on the thick muscle. 

“Leon,” you whisper down to him, feeling so turned on you can’t think straight. 

He groans and pulls back, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

With a sigh, you relax against the sheets only to jolt as your pussy throbs when he bites you at the crease where your cunt meets your thigh. 

Crying out softly, your head thrashes against his bed as he repeats it on the other side. 

“I know, but bear with me,” he murmurs, blood coating his mouth as he lovingly kisses the puncture wounds, “doing so well.”

You splay back out against his sheets as he buries his face between your thighs again. He keeps your legs spread as he slowly kisses and sucks at your cunt, like he’s never tasted anything better in his life. Everything’s sensitive and on the verge of too much, but you wouldn’t dream of asking him to stop. That slow syrupy pleasure that’s made your thoughts honey thick is more than welcome. 

He laps along the seam of your pussy lips until he glides the tip of his tongue up to the hood of your clit. Leon circles the pudgy bud all slow and soft, tongue dipping down to flutter inside your soaked hole. Groaning at the slick flooding his mouth, he laps at your cunt with long broad strokes of his tongue. He pulls back to suck on your pussy lips before kissing across to your thigh and sinking those sharp fangs into your supple skin. 

Your back arches, a low whine spilling from your kiss bitten lips. He kisses and sucks the bitemark until it's ugly and irritated, then drags his lips back to your cunt, kissing your mound softly.  He makes out with your pussy with hot and bloody open mouthed kisses, spit drenching your swollen clit as you moan loudly. 

Your orgasm builds higher and higher until it’s a tight band ready to snap in your lower belly. Leon senses you getting closer from your body spasming and your voice gaining in volume as he greedily eats your cunt, hungry eyes watching you from between your legs. 

With a low keening groan rumbling from deep in his chest, he sinks his fangs into your fat pussy lips as he fucks his tongue into your clenching hole. That pinprick of pain flooded by intense pleasure is enough to push you completely over the edge. Wailing, your spine bows as your climax floods through your body, cunt pulsing and gushing slick as your toes curl in the sheets. 

Almost growling into your pussy, Leon flutters his tongue into your hole, lapping up all the slick dripping from your cunt, tongue loudly squelching in and out of your clenching walls. 

He finally pulls away with a low moan of pleasure, lower jaw coated with slick and blood. 

“So good for me, little bride,” he slinks up your body, joints moving unnaturally but you're hardly able to think past the pleasure buzzing in your brain, “going to make you mine, keep you forever.”

 Humming, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him down into the messiest kiss of the night. He almost snarls into your kisses as he gets rougher, tongue and teeth dominating your mouth, a bruising pressure on your lips. 

“Promise me you’ll stay,” he demands, eyes flashing at you as he presses you down harder into the mattress, “stay with me, be mine.”

You softly brush back his hair, voice soothing as you reply, “I promise, Leon. I’m all yours. I’ll be your new bride.”

He nuzzles his face into your neck before sinking those deliciously sharp teeth into you again. Weakly moaning, your eyes roll back as your clit throbs in time with your heartbeat. You feel him shudder when he pulls away to kiss the sluggishly bleeding marks.

“My bride,” he sighs, dragging his pouty lips across your jaw, nose tracing your skin, “you promise to give me all that you are.. all that you will be.”

“Promise,” you gasp out as his hand sneaks down to tease across your clit, cunt soaking the sheets further with fresh slick, “promise, Leon.”

He kisses you then, the hot copper tang of blood flavoring his sweet sentiment. You’re swept under another tide of arousal from his messy lips and tongue while his fingers play with your pudgy clit. 

He shifts until he’s next to you, blood smeared mouth parted as his eyes trail down your body. Gripping your hip, he helps turn your body to face him, leaving you both lying on your sides. Your hands reach out to trail down his chest just now noticing that he’s still dressed.

“No fair,” you tease, tugging on the silky  material.

He laughs softly, bringing your hand up to kiss your inner wrist before scraping his fangs across the sensitive skin making you shiver. Letting go of your hand, he quickly undresses, dropping his clothes off the side of the bed in a heap. You bite your lip, taking in the long lean lines of his body, eyes widening to see his thick cock filled out and resting against his thigh. 

“Leon,” you breathe out, wide eyes tracking back up to his pale blue ones. 

This time your hands lightly scratch along his pecs to his twitching abdominal muscles, nails barely scratch the soft thatch of hair above his hard cock. 

“You can touch me, liebling,” his lips quirk up into a half smile, “I only bite a little.”

A giggle slips out and your hand grasps the base of his dick and squeezes earning a low groan from the handsome man next to you. 

“Stroke me, tease me, do whatever you wish,” he murmurs, hands coming up to cup your breasts, “I’ll enjoy it all.”

You whimper as his long fingers dig into the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs rubbing circles across your stiff nipples.

While one of your hands teases the head of his dick, you slide the other one to cup his balls making his cock kick, blurting precum onto your fingers.

“It’s so sticky,” you murmur unthinkingly, smearing the precum around his tip making it slippery for your fingers to rub across. 

He groans loudly, bucking his hips and sliding his cock through your fingers in a clumsy effort to fuck your loose fist. 

“And these are so sensitive,” his low tone razes goosebumps as he tweaks and pinches your nipples until you’re rubbing your thighs together. 

“Leon,” you moan, arching your back to press your breasts more firmly into his hands. 

“I haven’t had a chance to taste these,” he purrs, ducking his head to nip your chest.

“Please,” you tighten your hand around his cock and pump your fist, “bite me.”

He presses closer against you, hands pushing your breasts up as he dips his head down. Kissing the stiff peak, he licks around the puckered skin close to your nipple. 

“Smell so good,” he mumbles, kissing your nipple softly before sucking it into his mouth. 

He rolls his tongue around the hard bud before pulling away with a soft pop. He drags his lips down to suck on the skin underneath your breast before opening his mouth and biting deep into the tender flesh. 

“Oh god,” you cry out, body writhing so much Leon has to use one hand to grip your ribcage tightly to keep you still. 

You're too out of it to jerk him off, hands instead moving to grab onto his hips. He pulls away with a gasp only to sink his bloody teeth into the soft fat of your other breast. Your cunt is a drippy mess by the time he pulls away the second time, tongue sucking the blood off his fangs as his eyes seem to shine with unnatural light. 

“The finest of wines,” he smiles at you, licking his lips slowly. 

Your cunt throbs and aches, walls fluttering around nothing—feeling empty and needy. 

“Leon,” you grab his hand and guide it to your soaked cunt, “please, I want you.”

“Oh my beautiful bride, so wet and ready for me,” he hisses, easily sinking two fingers knuckle deep into your clenching pussy.

Your hands move from his hips to dig into his shoulders making him grind his fingers deeper into your aching cunt. He pulls them halfway out before thrusting them back in, the flat of his palm smacking against your swollen clit. 

Nails digging deeper into his skin, you rock your hips in time with his hand, whining and moaning as he fingerfucks your pussy rough and deep. 

“Such a sweet little wife I have,” he kisses your ear as your eyes struggle to stay open, cunt clamping down on his fingers from the endearment. 

He drags his cock against your thigh, smearing precum against your skin to mix with the slick dripping from your pussy. 

“I want to be inside you,” he whispers hotly against your lips, “I want to be buried deep in my bride’s pussy as I drink from her pleasured body.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, throat dry from all your gasping and panting, “I need you inside me, Leon. Please.”

He pulls his fingers out slowly making you  whimper once your cunt’s empty again. Leon shushes you gently, gripping his cock in one hand while his other grabs your thigh and wraps it over his waist. Rubbing the fat head of dick up and down your slit, he teases his cock across your hole before using the tip to part your pussy lips and rub across your sensitive clit.

You rock your hips forward and he kisses your neck, tongue lapping at the marks he left. Moving his cock back down, he slowly presses his dick into your leaking hole. 

“So tight,” he murmurs, praise lacing his tone and making you hump down onto his cock.

He lets you work your wet cunt on his dick until he’s buried fully inside your pulsing heat. 

“Needed this,” he groans, rutting his cock slowly in and out of your pussy, “needed to be inside of you, a part of you.”

Pleasure washes over you like the tide meeting the shore. Leon’s cock grinds against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt making you ooze slick until it’s dripping down his balls, leaving a creamy ring around the base of his dick. 

With a small shift, he rolls you completely over onto your back, body weight pressing you down into the mattress as he fucks in deeper inside your fluttering pussy. His pelvis grinds down onto your pudgy clit sending little bolts of desire throughout your whole body. 

“Leon, so good,” you whimper, fingers grasping at his biceps, hips rolling forward to keep his dick inside you, leaking tip pressed against your cervix. 

“Taking me so well, a perfect fit,” he kisses you gently, sucking your tongue into his mouth, teeth nicking the muscle causing blood to flavor your kisses. 

Moaning hungrily, Leon gets rougher, mouth pressing against yours so tightly your teeth ache. A high keening cry slips out between the bruising press of Leon’s lips against yours. Pulling away, he growls and drags his mouth to your neck, lathing his tongue against the multitude of wounds he left earlier. 

“So tight around me, are you getting close, little love?” He chuckles and teases your neck with his teeth making you keen and squirm against him. 

“Yes, please, ‘m close,” you moan, legs coming up to wrap tightly around his waist, “w’nna cum, wanna feel you inside me.”

Leon hums and swivels his hips, rutting his cock into your cunt without pulling out until you’re clawing at his back with short choked off whines. He grinds against your clit until your eyes roll back into your head. 

His teeth sink into your neck one last time, pushing you over the edge for the second time as your orgasm crashes through your body. Crying out, your arms and legs lock around Leon’s body, head thrown back as your cunt clenches around his dick. 

“So lovely,” he pulls back, licking the blood away from your neck, “my perfect bride.” 

He rabbits his hips into your squelching cunt until finally stilling, cock buried balls deep inside your spasming pussy as you milk his throbbing dick. Your pussy walls flutter and clamp down around him as he spills hot and sticky inside your slick heat. 

“Beautiful,” he kisses your earlobe with a sigh, cock kicking inside your pussy as he finishes painting your walls white. 

Endorphins make you dizzy and bubbly, smiling up at Leon’s blood stained face as he gazes lovingly down at you. 

“My husband,” you murmur, lovesick and sweet, hands coming up to caress his face and he kisses each of your palms. 

“All yours,” he promises seriously, “there is a reason why all things are as they are.”

You laugh and smooth a thumb under his eye, “You’re so cute.”

He snorts a laugh, delighting you immensely, and settles down into the messy sheets before pulling you into his chest. 

With a soft kiss placed atop his heart, you snuggle into his body until he wraps his arms around you. The soft rise and fall of his chest lulls you to sleep. 

Talking to Lara the next day is surprisingly easy. You have the feeling Leon used some weird vampire energy on her since she seemed unusually chill about it. Promising you that she’ll keep in touch once she heads back home, you spend the few short hours she has left together before she leaves early for the airport. 

It’s sad to see her go, but with Leon’s steady presence next to you filling your senses with that wonderful smell of cloves and cedar, you have zero regret in staying. 

[generallysapphic]

a change in nature +18 (shuri x reader)

you had picked on some hints before but this all and in all was a bit strange. the late nights, the certain wardrobe, the way she talked, something about shuri was just different; you had just chalked it up to her being eccentric in some ways, only to fine out the actual truth— it’s more likely she was vampire. but, it didn’t scare you, it was actually exciting.

vampire ! shuri what the fuckkkk, i know this is a little out there but this is just an AU i had gotten requests for and it kinda had me like 👀👀 anyways the reader is a royal figure, not explicitly a princess but you’ll see.

warnings; LOTS OF BLOOD— like descriptions, talk of periods/cycles, bleeding all that jazz (she’s a vampire so yeah), soft top! shuri x sub! reader, overstim, multiple orgasms, pet names, name calling, established relationship, scent kink, praise kink, blood kink, pain kink, descriptive biting, strap on sex, some magical elements, vampire rules, possessive sex, slight breeding kink, squirting, semi mating ritual, aggressive sex, dumbification, drooling.

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it starts with a simple joke.

shuri is enthralled with you, completely captivating you under your sheets, your hands grabbing at hers while you’re finishing against her mouth. you whimper once you’re done, and shuri pulls away, sighing and kissing your clit and you jerk a bit, overstimulated and sighing.

she comes up to you, mouth still wet, kissing you and holding your face still. she bites at your lips and you smile. she had always had a habit of doing that; biting at you and kissing your lips when she bit too hard. she’d always apologize, a whisper of, “i’m sorry, my love,” then she’d do it again and again. only when you whimper in fake pain does she she stop; because it really doesn’t hurt, in fact it feels good, but you’re afraid you’d scare her off with an admission like that.

she’s biting at your lips once more when you pull away smiling, mouth red and wet. shuri stares at your lips for a second, eyes darkening and licking her own and you chuckle slightly, joking, “you like when i bleed, love?” you say and she looks back up at your eyes and you see it— excitement. maybe even, want.

and you’ve been with shuri long enough to know her and her faces. you know when she’s upset, you know when she’s sad without saying a word and you especially know when she’s excited, when she wants to fuck you until you say stop, and that look, that look— was what you just saw. it’s small flash but you catch it and shuri’s smiling again, wordlessly kissing against you to distract you from her revealing eyes but it stays with you;

shuri likes when you bleed.

you stir a bit, as shuri gets up to clean up and you blink in the information you had just realized. a kink, maybe? you think, watching her move to the bathroom and washing her hands. “should we finish in the garden tomorrow? i think your peonies are overgrown,” she says, smiling and you nod, still not truly hearing her. “yes, we can,” is the small response and your mind is still wondering once shuri is in bed again, tilting you to look at her, “did i bite too hard, again, love? i’m sorry,” she whispers as you suck on your lip.

you blink, nodding, realizing that’s a better reason than what you were thinking. she kisses you softly, so obviously holding back, and you kiss her back. your lips are still bleeding a bit and you can feel shuri suck on your mouth, both to ease you and to get the blood from off of your lip. you moan a bit, pulling back, feeling more heat pool at your stomach like you hadn’t just cum, “we should sleep,” you whisper and shuri nods, breathless and mouth wet, wanting more.

you turn to cut off the night lamp you at your bedside and shuri comes to cuddle up next to you, sighing and closing her eyes. you joke, “what time do you think you’ll actually go to sleep tonight?” and she smiles in the darkness, “hmmm.. 4, maybe 5,” and you laugh a bit in her shoulder, sighing, “you should get that looked at, love, i have no idea how you function with so little sleep,” you whisper back and smile, feeling her smile on your forehead,

“i’m sure i’ll be fine. remember i told you, i hadn’t really gotten a lot of sleep when i was younger either,” she says back and you feel your eyes closing, sleep residing behind them, “i wonder why..” you mumble back before you feel yourself drift.

you decide to do some research the next day, mind still buzzing while shuri’s in the garden. your library attached to the castle is huge so there’s got to be the book you’re looking for.

you find it, tucked away and placed between a cookbook for witches. you were no stranger to magic and wild like creatures, your mother was a witch and your unknown father had been hinted at being a warlock, it doesn’t surprise you at all that your girlfriend might be.. well, a vampire. it’s just— vampires are extinct, you know this, much like everyone did. driven out by the ever changing and burning sun and being shifted into small communities that grew smaller and smaller by the decade.

maybe not small enough, you thought, flipping through the history book and finally reaching V. this book your mother left you contained all the living families of all living beings. you find it, the longest family tree at the end of the book and low and behold, the udaku name is printed in bold before you. your eyes move lower and lower until you see it,

shuri udaku is the last living vampire in this family. she has survived her mother, brother, father, and cousin.

you blink a bit, mouth slightly opening, and you feel your heart sting. you sigh, shuri had told you that, that she was the last of her family, everyone else passing in such hurtful ways she never told you. you only heard of her mother and brother, her father being distant and her cousin being hot headed as she described, but you had no idea it meant… she was it. you hoped there was a forgotten auntie or loved one somewhere, but your mother’s books never lie, and update to the date. you sigh and close the book, even though you had gotten your answer, you felt sullen.

you put the book down, exhaling. you see shuri through the windows in the garden, picking flowers with her dark jumpsuit and gloves on. you smile, seeing how far she is from the fresh garlic you grew, all her little idiosyncrasies suddenly making a lot of sense; her fashion sense, the way she talks (Gods, shuri’s probably much older than you, you realize), her need to ask you to come in even though you’ve lived together for so long, her biting.

you shudder a bit; you had read up on vampires and biting and mating rituals, how they only bite at a certain time of year and with their mates. you remember during your first year together, how shuri one random summer fucked you nearly everyday it seemed, biting you ever so softly but still keeping you practically strapped to your shared bed, there were few moments you two were apart that summer. you only read about it because you wanted to know if there was a summerly ritual in some way but it wasn’t; the vampire season happened in the winter.

you lick your lips, thinking. it is getting cold, you start, could shuri be close to that time? you turn back around and search the library again, straying to find V, the smallest section there. you chuckle to yourself, your mother nor father cared for vampires; how heated they would be to know one lives in their castle now. you find a small vampire calendar, but it’s nearly 200 years old. shuri’s older than you but not by that much, you conclude, moving it aside.

you find another, so your girlfriend’s a vampire?! the cover reads and you smirk, opening the page and seeing your mother’s handwriting.

“don’t think you could hide a vampire in my house, daughter. even in death, i’ll know,” you read aloud and laugh, your mother always one to get the last laugh. the actual book behind the cover reads, the importance of understanding your vampire partner, a guide to making your home theirs and being apart of their culture.

you smile sadly, your mother still and always looking out for you. you hear the door to the library open, shuri shaking off her gloves and taking off her shades, “darling, it’s freezing out, those poor peonies,” she says, exhausted. you cast a quick hidden spell on the book and place it down, “oh, they’ll be fine. they actually thrive in this kind of weather,” and she nods, smiling.

shuri comes up to you wraps her hands around your waist, leaning down to kiss you softly, “what’re you doing in here, hmm? avoiding your garden and making me do all the hard work,” she mumbles against your mouth and you smile, thinking of the book you had tucked away and shake your head, “no, no i was about to come out, just — mother left me a note, i wanted to read it.” you say and it wasn’t an entire lie, something you knew vampires could detect. you watch shuri closely and she nods, “i understand, what did it say?”

you smile again, “just to take care of you, and how much she loves you,” you laugh out smiling and shuri rolls her eyes, swaying you both, “well i hate to be the one to tell you this, but that was definitely another ghost, my dear, your mother would never,” shuri laughs with you, pulling you away into a kiss, and you smile against her mouth, sighing.

you pull away suddenly, an idea forming. “darling, wait, i have an idea,” you say smiling brightly, and she looks at you puzzled but intrigued, “please, if you could, go into the market and get some lamb. i have the money for it, don’t worry, but i want to make a special dinner tonight,” you say and she smiles, “lamb is expensive, my love, i could buy it if needed—” and you cut her off with a shake of your head, “no, nope, i want to, wanna buy it and cook it, i want to,” your reiterate and she laughs, kissing your cheeks, “alright, alright. do you want the whole thing or just the body?”

you think, grabbing her hand and leading her out the library, she puts her shades on and gives you her coat, “the body, just make sure the butcher cuts the fat, he skimmed on me last time,” you say and smack your lips, and shuri laughs. “alright, understood. what ever is the occasion, if i can ask?”

you smirk at her and walk ahead, skipping a bit, “a celebration, if you will,” you say, walking in the corridor that leads to the main part of the house. you drape her coat over the hanger and see shuri behind you still thinking before she gives up, “i’m stumped. it’s not our anniversary nor your or my birthday, what else is there?” and shake your head, laughing, “if i tell you, it’ll ruin the surprise! go, go get dressed, we’ll talk when you come back,” and you kiss her cheek, skipping away and laughing. shuri stands in the hallway sighing and smiling, before walking away and going to the bedroom to get dressed.

you dash to a bathroom, your hidden spell nearly giving up and reveling your book before you get there. you flip through it, know the page is in here somewhere, you had read it as a child. you find it, page 97, “a traditional and welcoming vampire dish: baked, blooded lamb and thyme potatoes— a meal to show your love and appreciation for your partner’s culture and lifestyle.” you smile, simple and easy instructions, with the help that you’ve baked lamb for shuri before and she nearly tried to marry you on the spot. you read through the ingredients and make sure you have everything. but then you see—

you gasp, opening the door to the bathroom and yelling down the hall, “and be sure to pick up red wine, as well, my love!” knowing she can hear you. shuri yells back, “okay!” and you smile, closing the door and flipping through the book once more.

you get to a chapter named “mating and the sex life of vampires” and blink, biting at your swore lips. should you? it wasn’t necessarily an invasion of privacy, you think, you’re just getting … prepared. you turn the page, reading quickly, as you knew shuri would need your wallet soon since you said you’d pay for the food.

vampires take love and sex very seriously, you read, to them it’s an extension of their love and craving of you, therefore they don’t engage in one night stands or hook ups unlike other creatures and humans. you nod, agreeing like the book can see you. shuri had told you about the two other girlfriends she had before you, all long term relationships that always ended because the girl breaking up with shuri, never the other way around. you wondered if those girls knew shuri was a vampire and the fact that they might and you hadn’t made your stomach bubble in jealousy.

you sigh and continue reading, a typical mating season for a young ~300 year old vampire is during the colder months, starting around October 31. (and please don’t make Halloween jokes to your vampire partner, they don’t enjoy them.) during the colder months, a vampire’s energy is spiked due to the lack of the sun and the frigid air sticking to their skin as opposed to the humidity and aridness of the warmer season, typically drying them out. there is an off period during a young vampires life where they may find the urge to mate during the summer. it usually happens because they’re deeply connected to their partner that their own biological chemistry cannot contain the excitement they feel around their partner.

you gasp, that one summer! you remembered every detail, how shuri wouldn’t let you go, sometimes even to the garden alone, and how many times she had professed her love to you. you first joked that she’s in her period but now you’re wondering if that’s what it all was.

you read on, trying to see if you need anything to prepare. typical vampire mating periods last a month and a half. the vampire may feel deeply connected to you, they may try to hinder you from leaving their side, let alone the house you may share. for the partners of vampires, prepare to be bitten over and over. you gasp a bit, sitting down in the edge of the tub and close your legs to subdue your arousal. she’s going to bite me, you think, reading on.

though your vampire partner may not have their adult fangs yet, typical youth fang sizes are nearly 1 1/2 inches long and half an inch thick. we recommend drinking plenty of pomegranate juice and eating dark chocolate, to increase blood circulation and reduce ache and pain on the areas your partner will bite. vampires enjoy biting at the neck, calves, forearms, buttocks area, inner thighs, as well as stomachs. if the partner of the vampire has a vulva, your partner may enjoy orally pleasing you while on your menstrual cycle. however, it’s usually a vampire to vampire basis thing, as most vampires don’t enjoy it, so remember to as your partner their preferences before the season begins.

you exhale slowly, trying to steady your pacing heart. gods, you couldn’t believe it. your girlfriend was a fucking vampire and she was going to bite you and mark you up and make a mess of you and keep you in bed for days on end and—

a knock at the door stirs you, moving the book away from your lap, and a quick “don’t come in!” leaves your mouth. and shuri laughs from the outside, “i wasn’t, my love, i was just going to say i can’t find your pocketbook, have you got it?” you stammer a bit, shoving the book into the bathroom cabinet and and feeling around your pockets for your wallet.

you open the door, a shy smile on your lips, “sorry, forgot i had it.” and shuri smiles, her coils blocking her eyes a bit and she leans down to kiss you, holding your hands and waist close. it was probably supposed to be a simple good bye kiss, but you’re not letting her away that easy. you tilt your head and deepen the kiss, you sigh against her mouth, pulling her closer and wrapping around her neck and pulling her closer. you open your mouth slightly, her tongue happily invading and you moan softly, feeling her rub up and down your back, lifting your dress to grab at your butt.

you sigh, some of the arousal you felt from your reading coming back as shuri kisses you. you think again, if tonight goes well, she’ll bite you, everywhere, marking up your skin and leaving you breathless and shaking, more than she already does. you moan a bit in her mouth and she smiles against yours, and she pulls away for a bit, “you alright?” and you nod, dazed.

shuri smirks at you, “are you that riled up from one kiss?” you shy and laugh a bit, “maybe,” you whisper back and shuri chuckles to herself, moving and kissing at your neck, holding your waist close with a strong grip, and she backs both of you deeper into the bathroom until you feel your backside hit the sink, “you want some help then?” she whispers into your neck and you nod, running your fingers against the back of her coils to guide her against your neck. she nods back, sliding your dress up and pulling at your underwear, still kissing at your neck and holding you close.

you exhale out moans, sighing a breath of relief once she starts to play with your underwear, moving them aside and sliding her fingers against your lips. you bite your lip, wanting it to be shuri’s teeth instead and you tilt your head, moving hers as well and combine your mouth, kissing her roughly and sighing once she angles her fingers directly at your core, feeling around before sliding her middle finger inside.

you separate, a hushed “fuck,” leaves your mouth against hers and you feel shuri’s smirk. you lean against the sink counter, your hand coming down on it to give you some grounding. shuri comes to your ear, “you’re so wet, my love,” and you shy up, looking away from her as her finger works inside you, moving slowly but with pressure, adding her ring finger along with it. you moan out, taking your hand away from the sink and holding on to her forearm, moving your hips in tandem with her fingers.

your mind wonders, and you think about tonight. what shuri might do to you once you tell her everything, how long she’ll fuck you, how hard she’ll bite you, how she won’t let up. you gasp once she finds your g-spot, “right— fuck, right there, please baby—!” you moan out and shuri nods, fingering you harder, still holding you steady with her other hand and using her palm as something your clit can grind on to. and you do, moving your hips and pussy along with her thrusts and tossing your head back, practically hitting the wall. shuri’s whispering praises in your ear, “so good, sthandwa, you hear how loud you are for me? your pussy is so sweet,” she sighs out and you buck and squeal against her, nails digging into her forearm and neck, bitting your lips until you feel a small trail of blood leave it.

shuri nearly instinctively looks up, probably smelling it, and sighs, fingering your pussy harder and she comes to your mouth, licking away the blood. her tongue on your mouth, licking up your blood and tasting you drives you over the edge, you moan out, no clear warning leaving your mouth and you cum, pussy twitching against shuri’s fingers and body shaking. you dig your fingers deeper into her skin and she kisses at your neck, nearly hiding away as you orgasm washes over you in waves.

shuri coaxes you through out, stopping her fingers and allowing you ride out your euphoria, whispering, “good girl,” over and over in that deep voice that makes you feel like you’re going to cum again. you sigh out in overstimulation once she pulls them out, some of your cum sliding out as well. shuri looks at her fingers, sighing, “oh, you made such a mess, darling,” she patronizes jokingly, and you sigh out a laugh, eyes still closed and mind still coming down to earth. she kisses you deeply, holding on to you and moving you slightly so she can wash her hands. you move slightly, still leaning on her for support and she lets you, drying her hands and holding you steady as you walk out of the bathroom together.

she kisses you in the corridor once your at the door, “i’ll be back, we’ll finish later tonight, hmm?” she says against your mouth and you nod, realizing she has no idea what you have planned.

when shuri gets back, you start cooking, following the recipe to a t. she tries to investigate the book you have, curiously moving the pages but you always slapped her hand away with your spoon and she’d frown and walk away.

you had read up a little more while shuri was away, both about the recipe and vampires in general. you wanted to do everything you could to make shuri feel welcomed and loved, more than you already did.

the potatoes cooked the fastest, and you reduced them in the red wine concoction the recipe called for, starting the oven and skimming the rest of the fat off of the lamb. shuri sat idly by in the living room, playing music and reading.

you called to her, finishing up seasoning the lamb, “my love, what’re you reading over there?” and she speaks up, “your letters to me,” and you blush. there was a period where you hadn’t known if shuri liked you back or not, and instead of being sane and just asking her, you wrote a bunch of hypothetical love letters to her, all unsent and unsealed until shuri asked you out. you had given all of them to her one anniversary and to this day she cherishes them dearly.

“those are so embarrassing,” you mumble and shuri walks in the kitchen, one in hand, “‘oh shuri my love, how could i stand to live without you? this is torment, whoever is keeping us apart deserves hell,’” shuri reads aloud dramatically and you shout, threatening to throw the pepper at her. she laughs and flinches, “you were so dramatic, sithandwa, and to think i was only down the street, if anyone saw these they’d think i was out to war and couldn’t return to you,” she giggles at you and roll your eyes, face hot, “i was deeply in love with you! i hadn’t any idea what time or space was, all i knew was we were apart and it killed me,” you defend yourself and shuri comes behind you, hugging you as you continue seasoning.

“i know, my love, i’m only teasing. you know i love these, more than anything.” and you roll your eyes, her chin resting on your shoulders as you prepare the sauce. she kisses your neck, holding you close but you don’t miss her hand reaching for the book you still had out. “ay,” you slap her away again, and she sighs, “how important is a cookbook?” shuri huffs, rubbing her hand.

you snark back, “yeah, how important is a cookbook, ms. ‘i need to read it while my girlfriend is clearly cooking’. go and read something else, or — no, actually, set the table please,” you say, distracting her and shuri smiles, rolling her eyes and agreeing to do so, walking away from you and gathering dishes.

the oven goes off maybe fifteen minutes later, just as the wine sauce finishes simmering. you take a swig of pomegranate juice and sneak a bit of dark chocolate while shuri’s turned around. you gather some gloves and open the oven, pushing away the steam and opening the crock pot, admiring your work. you smile, taking the temperature of the lamb before you look back at the book and nod, perfect.

you handle the pot delicately, setting it atop the towels shuri laid out for you on the table and sighing. she turns to you and you smile, dancing with your shoulders before rushing to get the potatoes. you hear shuri’s laugh behind you and you sit the potatoes down next to the lamb, incredibly proud. she speaks first, “now, can i ask what the occasion is?”

you giggle, taking off your gloves, “once that lamb is in your mouth, you won’t even care,” you joke, but inside your stomach was twisting, it was about to happen. you got so wrapped up in cooking that you completely forgot about what you even cooking for. how would you even say it, you start to wonder as you cut the lamb, hey shuri i know you’re a vampire but it’s okay i find it hot, let’s fuck?

you hear shuri stifle a laugh while she gathers her potatoes and you blink, “what?” and she shakes her head, “nothing, love,” but you squint at her and think again, can you read my mind? shuri. shuri, shuriiii laugh if you can read my mind, shuri. shuri i want a kiss, kiss me if you can read my mind. shuri!

you watch her move, sliding past you to get some lamb and you pour some wine next to her. nothing, maybe she just had a thought. you settle, realizing you maybe should’ve read more of that book than just the sexual aspect, and you both begin to eat, shuri’s sweet, “thank you, love,” breaking your trance for a bit.

you both eat in silence, clearly enjoying the meal but you can’t help the hot pool of arousal that sits at your stomach as you think harder and harder about the latter part of the night. if all goes well, shuri’ll… shuri will.. you don’t even know and it’s so exciting, you squeeze your legs together, watching your fork move around your potatoes and you hear, “calm down, darling,” and you look up, eyebrows down.

shuri hasn’t moved, food in her mouth and eyes closed in happiness. lamb was her favorite after all, but you could’ve sworn you heard her speak just now, her voice is unmistakable and it sounded so close, so near you like she was in your head—

you glare at her, “you can read my mind!” you accuse and she blinks at you, smiling, wiping her mouth, “i have no idea what you’re talking about, y/n, why aren’t you eating?” and it’s tearing you up inside, you roll your eyes and groan, “because—! god dammit, okay, i know you’re a fucking vampire alright?! and if you’re gonna do sexy vampire things you should at least warn me!” you spew out, not even entirely meaning to but shuri raises her eyebrows at you in silence and you sit, nervous, maybe you got it wrong—

but she smiles, tucking her head a bit, “why did you wait so long to say something?” she asks, locking eyes with you and you can see now they’re slightly a different color, a deeper red that looks hypnotizing, her already dangerous eye contact making you more nervous than you already are, “i— i wanted you to tell me,” you huff, setting your fork down and finally giving her all your attention.

shuri smiles again, “more than i already practically have? your mother was a witch and you’ve been with me for four years, i thought you’d pick it up but i think last night was the closest you got to even knowing what i was, and even then you thought it was too good to be true,” she outs you and you reel at all the information she’s just given you. shuri’s been dropping hints? how many could you have missed—?

“seventeen,” she answers, eating more lamb and you huff, “don’t — don’t read my mind right now! i’m recouping,” you sigh and and she puts her hands up in defense, going back to eating. you move your legs and settle in your seat better, trying to formulate your questions. “okay so,” you start, “last night, after all that… you knew i knew?”

and shuri nods, “i thought you’d say something then, but you came so hard you wanted to sleep, i’m assuming,” she boasts and you rolls your eyes, “i wanted to do research, actually. i looked up your family this morning,” and shuri nods, silent suddenly. you speak again, “i’m sorry, by the way. i’ve told you that before but now that i know, i.. i’m really sorry, shuri,” and she nods, smiling, “thank you, love,”

you clear your thought, “but really? you’re a full fledged vampire right, like teeth and spikes and garlic and all?” and shuri laughs, and you finally get a glimpse of them, her fangs, they’re sharp but not that big and they fit her face perfectly and you want her to bite you— “yes, complete vampire love, not full fledged but yes,” and you close your legs harder, curiously tilting your head, “why not full fledged?”

shuri shrugs, “never bit anyone,” and you gape at her, mouth nearly hanging open. she shakes her head, emphasizing the point. you stammer a bit, “so— so your previous girlfriends, you guys never—?” and she shakes her head again, “they didn’t know, never told them.” you smile a bit, suddenly proud and happy you were the only one to know.

shuri laughs a bit, “yeah i heard how upset you were at that, why would i have bitten them, love?” and you shrug, not realizing that shuri’s heard your very loud thoughts for who knows how long, “i thought vampires bite their partners,” you say shyly, and shuri moves her hand sides, “sometimes, it’s not an every relationship thing. and it depends on the vampire— me, i wouldn’t waste a fang on them,” she says, a little disgusted and it makes you giggle and you feel bold and ask, “would you bite me?”

and shuri holds your eyes, almost keeping you looking at her, “in a heartbeat,” she whispers immediately back, and you lick your lips and smile, “you can,” you say back, and she nods, “i know. you’ve thought about it a lot, yeah?” she says and you nod, biting your lip and nearly squeezing your dress apart. “i’ve thought about it, too, i’m sure you can assume. i thought i was being really obvious when i would bite your lips but you never said anything so i guess not,”

you shrug a bit, “i thought you just liked my lips,” and shuri laughs, “no, i do, but like.. you’d bleed, i thought that was pretty ‘hey, i’m a vampire,’ but,” she shrugs again. you lick your lips again, “where, um.. where would you bite me?” shuri licks her lips, sitting back a bit and adjusting her top and looking at you. it feels like her eyes can see everything, everywhere apart of you and it makes you shy up even though shuri’s seen you naked, been inside you even, so it shouldn’t be this intense but it’s her eyes, they’re so deep and hypnotic it has you wanting to look away but you can’t. she speaks, “your neck, right where that mole is,” she finally says and you know what mole she’s talking about. you remember that summer shuri had been nearly obsessed with it, fucking you from behind and always having your neck in her mouth and you’d never question it.

you nod, running your fingers across the skin and still holding eye contact, “i did it mean, shuri. i want you to bite me, wherever you want, whenever you need.” you promise and you can see shuri swallow a bit, nodding and still looking at your neck. “yeah?” she asks and you nod, getting up and making your way to her side of the table, wrapping your arms around her neck once you’re in front of her, “yeah,” you whisper back, “i want it so bad, shuri. i want you to bite me and mark me up, i want everyone to know you bit me and that i’m all yours, baby,” you whine out, holding her deep eyes and you see her smile a bit, hands on your waist as she looks up and keeps your close.

she sighs a bit, collecting herself, “y/n, if i bite you .. i won’t stop,” and you lick your lips and nod, practically pushing your whole body on her upper half, “i know, love. so don’t.” you whisper back and she nods, standing suddenly and holding you taught and she finally kisses you, her teeth slashing against yours. you moan unabashedly, holding her tighter, your mind fogging over and body becoming hot.

shuri’s tongue invades your mouth before you can think, and you lick around hers right back, feeling her teeth against your tastebuds and it makes you wetter than you already are, they’re so sharp when they’re actually against you and apparently sensitive, because you hear shuri moan, squeezing at the skin of your ass and it makes you sigh, licking at them more. she pulls away, a small line of saliva connecting the two of you, “fuck,” she whispers out, and you nod, “you wanna bite me here?” you whisper back and she shakes her head, “no, no, wanna fuck you properly, love, wanna do it right,” and you lick your lips in anticipation, “yeah, yeah,” you agree and she turns you both to finally head to your bedroom and you follow her, the lamb you slaved away for left closed on the stove.

when you get to your bedroom, shuri captures your mouth again, pushing back against you and grabbing at your skin. you moan more, loving this new side of shuri, who was always so calculated in never showing you too much of her strength or pushing you now open and out, biting at your lips and letting you lick at her teeth while she grabs at you and keeps you selfishly close. it’s so good, making your poor underwear completely ruined.

shuri pulls your dress up, finding your underwear and sliding them off and slipping her fingers between your lips, adding some pressure on your clit with her fingers and holding your waist with her other hand. you pull away from her mouth and moan out, bucking against her hand and she sighs, beginning to bite at lips like she always does, but she’s not holding back now, her fangs sinking into your bottom lip and it has you tearing up, your brain fogging. you slur out, “fuckkkkkk,” and she nods behind you, pulling away and licking at your lips to get up the wet blood.

she stops touching you all together, you gasping before she practically pushes you onto the bed, you fall back with a slight push, dress pulled up and lip bruised and you look up at her. her eyes are a such a lovely deep red, her fangs are a little bloody and sticking out of her mouth, they look bigger and you remember you had read that— fangs can increase in length once in contact with blood.

she’s back on top of you in an instant, kissing at your neck and opening your legs which you do instinctively, moaning once you feel her run her fangs against your collarbone. you groan, “shuri, please.. just bite me, baby, i can take it,” you sigh out, head back and presenting your neck for her to see. shuri sighs and pulls away to look deep in your eyes, “you’re really sure? because we’ll be bonded for a long time after, baby,” she says, holding your deep gaze.

bonded. bonded. bonded, the word rings in your fogged brain and you nod breathlessly, tilting your head once more and presenting the skin. you hear shuri sigh out a curse, holding the side of your face with one hand while the other holds yours that’s on the bed. she kisses at your neck, sucking slightly, something you knew vampires had to do to get the blood to one area, and it makes you moan, pushing up towards her mouth.

shuri takes a step away from you, sighing, before she opens her mouth again, the ends of her fangs poking at your neck and you gasp, gripping the sheets, anxious. you breathe slowly, remembering what the book said to do; breathe, relax, and wait.

and you do. then you feel it.

shuri’s teeth sink into your skin, breaking the surface layer there and piercing you like a needle. you gasp out a deep moan of her name, and jerk. she holds you close, before you feel her entire fangs in your neck, she starts to suck. you moan, “fuck, baby…” a blissful sound to shuri’s ears, who happily takes all that you have to offer, sucking unabashedly now that the small discomfort you felt is gone. she holds you tighter, squeezing your waist and hands as you sink lower and lower into the bed.

you start to feel dizzy, moaning and panting softly, holding the back of her head and you try to remember what the book said, if it gets too much, let your vampire partner know and they will stop. your health comes first.

and you know it does, but the lightheadedness feels like a fucking drug, shuri’s so close and she smells so fucking good, and you can tell she’s happy, feeding off of you and getting everything she needs and it turns you on, but you can feel yourself slipping away. you moan, “shuri,” it comes out slurred and she moans back, just as dizzy as you are. your eyelids feel heavy and your breathing is slowed, “fuck, fuck, baby, i— unngff, i can’t..” you whimper out, grabbing at her coils and she gets the hint, slowly stopping and taking her fangs out, sitting up to look at you, mouth bloody and eyes wide. she holds your face, “you okay?” she pants out breathlessly, and you nod, falling back on the bed and sighing.

shuri comes above you, kissing your face and thanking you as you recoup. she comes to your neck and kisses the swollen spot there, and you jerk and moan at the sensitivity of it. “thank you, baby, taste so good,” she mumbles against the skin, spreading your legs with her hands and rubbing up your thighs. you’re dizzy and high in arousal and shuri takes full advantage of your state, slipping off your dress and cupping your breasts in her hands, her cold skin making contact with yours.

you moan, “shuri,” you sigh out sweetly and she laughs a bit, leaning over your face and licking her blooded lips, “you okay, baby?” and you nod, hooking your arms around her and kissing her, tasting your own blood against her fangs and moaning. the pain had completely subsided now, thanks pomegranate, and you feel all of your senses come fully back to you, wanting her to bite you again.

she pulls away, “can i taste you again?” she whispers, looking down and you nod, getting the hint, whispering back, “like i said, whenever you want,” and she smiles, bright teeth out and all and it’s a fucking sight, it makes you gasp.

she kisses down your body, moving you out of your underwear and handling your thighs. shuri wastes no time, spreading your legs and biting at your thighs, not leaving a mark but biting none the less. you sigh, your neck aching in a delicious pain that has you moaning when you turn your head against the pillows. she opens you up, sighing at the sight of your leaking pussy and it causes you moan, feeling her huff against your lips. shuri’s always had a fetish for eating you out and you moan at nothing, thrusting your pussy towards her and she shushes you, “oh baby, i know,” she says cruelly and you sigh, sliding your eyes closed.

she finally leans forward, licking up the leaking slick from your lips all the way to your clit and you gasp out in surprise, moaning once she comes to your clit and kisses it softly, sucking and keeping your legs open, you feel your thighs flex under her hands and she uses her strength to keep you open. she sucks harder at your moans, moving her tongue all around your pussy and licking up everything she can. your back arches, holding on to her hands and squeezing, “mhhhgggffffuckkk—!” you moan out loudly and she hums against you, you can hear her in your own head, “let it all out my love,” she’s encouraging and you groan, biting your lips and making the bruises there leak a bit.

she moves one of her hands and slides her middle finger inside slowly, twisting against your walls and making you buck, “fuck, oh fuck, shuriii— right, right there, oh—!” and she keeps up the pace, adding her index finger and holding you still to attack your g-spot with her other hand. you jerk, thighs twitching and you feel your orgasm start to flow through your body, pussy gushing and leaking more and more as shuri’s mouth continues to suck on your clit. you gasp out a small, “cum— cumming, cumming baby—” but shuri’s not worried about it one bit, sucking and unrelenting. you toss your head back and feel yourself squeeze around shuri’s fingers, clit pushing against her tongue and you moan loudly, cumming hard against her mouth.

shuri takes it all, sucking you and making some filthy noises as you come down from your high, whining in overstimulation once you feel it subside. she kisses your clit and you shake, moaning and trying to get away from her mouth before she moves to your thighs and bites you again, sucking at the skin there and you groan, feeling her fangs pierce you again and it makes you twitch, hands gripping against her coils.

this time is a lot faster, she sucks with ease and comes up, slightly bloody and fangs still leaking. she kisses you, dazed and high as much as you are, and you accept, sighing against her lips. she pulls away, sighing and looking deep in your eyes. she smiles, “you alright, baby?” and it’s genuine but you feel fuzzy, shuri’s mouth is nearly dripping with both your cum and blood it’s making your head fog up. she runs her fingers against her lips, and asks again, this time you decide to respond, “yeah, yeah, i’m okay. i’m— fuck, shuri, i’m dizzy,” you admit, eyes closing and she nods, leaning down and kissing your face, “you wanna slow down, then?”

and you shake your head, spinning and closing your eyes, “no, no no baby, please please fuck me, please —” you stammer out and she kisses you to mainly shut you up, youre absolutely rambling and her mouth calms you. you sigh against her, wrapping your arms around her neck and moving against her, your body aching in the sweetest ways.

she pulls away, sighing, “yeah, i’ll fuck you baby,” and you nod, leaning up to kiss her again but she pulls away, getting up to get her strap and you sigh, licking your lips and missing her.

you blink, and wonder for a bit, “shuri,” you call and she responds in the closet, “since we’re bonded, can i read your mind now?” and you hear her laugh a bit, coming back with lube and her strap, boxers and sports bra on.

she shakes her head, looking you up and down and likely admiring her work. “no, it doesn’t work like that, baby,” she laughs out, settling on top of you and smiles, “and i can’t read your mind exactly, you just have very loud thoughts, i can hear you is all,” and you turn your head, curious. “how loud?” you ask and she adjusts herself, opening the lube and thinking, her fang peering out from her mouth a bit and your mouth salivates. “loud. you always want my attention,” she says, lining up against you and you gasp a bit, spreading your legs, moving some of your cum around with the strap and sliding her fingers against the bite mark and rubbing it.

you moan at the stimulation, opening your legs wider and sighing, “shuri, shuri, please,” you whine and she nods, leaning forward and you feel her enter you slow and deep and it makes your back arch, a deep moan settling in your chest. shuri leans down and kisses at the skin there, holding your waist and guiding her dick deeper, sighing against your chest, “fuck, y/n,” and you nod in agreement once she pressed against you completely, all the way inside you.

shuri leans up after settling for a bit, kissing you and opening your mouth with her tongue. you feel her teeth graze against yours again and it makes you moan, moving your hips and wanting her to start. she gets the hint, pulling out and stirring back inside, and you moan right against her mouth, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer. she bites at your lips once more and it makes you smile, moaning in her mouth as her thrusts pick up.

you sigh and separate, shuri holding on to the sheets below to continue thrusting, angling harder until— “umgffffuccckkk, shuri, oh fuck—!” and she nods, keeping her sick there and pressing harder, moving back against you and using her hands to lift your hips up and angling better. you can see her bite at her own lips, “right there, yeah?” and you nod, hands grabbing at the sheets as she continues. shuri picks up her pace, gripping at your thighs and leaving imprints and bruises that you know will be there later and it makes you moan, tossing your head back and opening your neck, the mark there aching.

you whine when you feel your stomach stir, your orgasm in the back of your brain but not quite there, “shuri, shuri, fuck, bite— bite me, please, need it, baby, please—” you slur out, begging, and shuri sighs, rubbing against your legs and moving her hand to add pressure to your lower stomach and thrusting harder, “fuck! fuck, fuck, please please, shuri PLEASE, need it need you—!” and you’re reaching up for her now, moving against her thrusts and begging and shuri leans down and finally bites you again, teeth sinking right back into the spot they were earlier on your neck and your orgasm pushes through you full force with no warning. you body stills against her thrusts and you gasp out silently, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut as you cum on her dick, thigh twitching.

she haults her assault as you come down, more enamored with your neck now that anything and it makes you squeal out moans, holding on to her coils with a heavy hand as she sucks against you more and more. she lets you go with a soft call of her name and pulls out, both teeth and strap, and you shudder as she leans up and looks at you. shuri smiles while you twist around, trying to calm your body down and she holds your pliant legs open to see your pussy, leaking and milky white, “fuck, love,” she whispers and sighs, running her fingers through your lips and you gasp, not even able to move away from her, you’re so weak.

she stops, leaning down to kiss at your thighs and rub against the skin, “you alright, sthandwa?” she asks and you nod, eyes still shut and trying to process where you are. she chuckles a bit, coming up to your mouth and kissing, teeth sensitive against yours. “can you lay on your stomach for me?” she whispers against them and you sigh, nodding, your body already ready to go again just at hearing her voice.

you move slowly and shuri helps you, encouraging you and kissing you all the way. she knows you’ve lost a lot of blood and your body is weak, so she’s patient and sweet much like she always is. when you’re finally on display, ass out and pussy gleaming, she settles behind you sighing, spreading you open and rubbing her dick against your entrance. you sigh, bucking a bit, and she soothes over your skin and shushes you, “last time, okay love? you’re doing so good for me, baby, just relax,” and you nod, the praise and love all you need to keep going.

she pushes in, sliding deep inside you with ease and you gasp, mouth hanging and a low moan leaving your chest. you find the sheets between your fingers and shuri comes up to your neck, kissing the skin there and holding you taught. it doesn’t take her long to start a harsh pace, and your eyes weld up as they usually do after going for so long and you whimper, “sh—shuri— shuri, fuckkkkk—” and shuri nods against you, kissing your cheek and holding your hand against the sheets. she knows by now your brain has become absolute mush, she’s fucked into for so long that you can’t keep up, “i know baby, you can take it though, right? be my good girl and take it okay?” and you nod, tears spilling over and your stomach feeling full.

shuri’s thrust become sloppy after a couple of moments and you have just enough thought to know, she’s about to cum. and you grind your ass back against her since your words don’t work, moaning and crying unabashedly out for her and she gets it, “want me to cum inside you, yea? you want it, baby, the say it for me, okay love?” and you gasp out, eyes in the back of your head and your body is glowing, neck aching, “shuri, shuri, fuck, fuck—! please baby, please please cum inside me, bite me, fuck me, make me yours shuri, i— i can’t, i need it, shuri—!”

shuri groans at the sounds your making, leaning down again and finding another spot on your neck to bite down on. she does so your orgasms washes over you once more, she still thrusting and finally cumming herself, and you moan, high pitched and all the way in the air as everything happens all at once. shuri holds you close, her palms making bruises in your hips and she stirs and cums against you.

after a moment, shuri let’s go, teeth releasing your neck and strap sliding out, cum leaking out and your pussy pulses, missing her already. she huffs, turning you slowly kissing you deeply, your blood on her mouth making you dizzy. you fall against the sheets and she falls with, mouths still connected and she’s still holding your hand, squeezing and making sure you’re still all there with her.

you move away first, sighing, “cho—chocolate,” you whimper out and shuri frowns, confused, “do.. do you want some?” she wonders and you sigh, deciding instead to think loudly i need some, my blood is low, and shuri thankfully hears you, letting out an “ohhh,” and getting up, rubbing your back and butt a few times before skipping to the kitchen and getting the bar you had hid behind the ‘cookbook’.

she comes back with water, chocolate, and the book, and settles it all next to you, helping you sit up properly and kissing your hands with soft thank you’s. she scurries to the bathroom, quickly and gets a warm rag and takes off everything, putting on a bit shirt instead, and coming back to lay next to you. you immediately lay next to her, sighing and eating your chocolate slowly, body weak and mind numb.

shuri kisses against your cheeks and holds you close, cutting off the lamp and dabbing your makes with the warm rag so they don’t swell and you moan softly, the skin still sore and aching. she shushes you and you accept it, still not as verbal as you want to be but you think it, “thank you, i love you, i love you, shuri i love you,” and shuri laughs and says it back out loud, kissing you softly.

you look up before your eyes drift and smile, leaning up to kiss her deeply and your loud thoughts make her smile against your lips.

the next morning, shuri’s making sure you have everything you need to recuperate, always by your side in case you faint or get lightheaded which, according to her, happens more than you think. but you feel fine, a slight ache but your body is up and moving, just a little sore like your girlfriend bit and fucked you.

you ask her a bunch of questions the next day too, mostly out of curiosity. you’re having breakfast in the garden, her shades on and coat hugging her body. “can you turn into a bat?” and shuri laughs, “no, i can’t other some other families can but not mine,”

you think, “what does my blood taste like?” and shuri thinks, swallowing her food, “sweet. like cherries. which is interesting,” and you cock your head so she continues, “well, your lips don’t, those taste like sugar. but you overall taste like cherries. you’re just very sweet, baby,” and you giggle, shy and proud at the same time.

you think, “how long are we bonded for?” and she responds, “6 months, then we do it again in the summer,” and you gasp at her, “wait, so that one summer, you bonded with me and didn’t think to tell me?!” and shuri lowers her eyebrows, thinking, “what summer—? oh! no, i was just on my cycle. i told you that was what it was, remember?”

and you think, sighing, “yes, but i thought you were joking. plus i looked it up, vampire don’t get periods,” and she nods, “no, but we do get cycles. usually it’s just being horny, and it does happen over the winter, like next week, but it can be offset by a partner,” and you nod, drinking, so the book wasn’t lying.

and shuri laughs a bit, “yeah that book is pretty great, i’m happy your mom left it for you,” and you huff, “you knew about that too? how much did you know?” and shuri smiles, “i told you, you have very loud thoughts, i knew most of what you were going to do before you even did it. i specifically waited until you got to the chapter about mating to ask for your wallet, i knew it would throw you,” and you roll your eyes, “whatever, i should be able to read your mind as compensation,”

and she shrugs and laughs, “i’ll just tell you what i’m thinking all the time, hmm? that seem fair?”and you smile, shrugging, “yeah, i guess so,” and shuri smiles with you, teeth out and proud and it makes you smile a bit harder, feeling the ache on your neck settling there.

THERE YOU GOOOOO FUCK! that took so long lol i posted that synopsis like a month ago so y’all thank you for the patience i really appreciate it sm!!! y’all are amazing and i love you

anyways i hope you enjoyed, please reblog and leave replies! mwah mwah have a good one! AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!❣️❣️👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

[deafeninggalaxycandy]

✨️KENNY MCCORMICK HEADCANONS✨️

TW: mentions of drugs, death, alcohol, weed, sex stuff (not nsfw just sex related things. I mean it's Kenny, cmon)

• Kenneth James McCormick

• He/They/She (Genderfluid)

• Born on March 22nd, 2004

• 5'8"

• Pansexual

• Kenny was depressed for a long time about his immortality and never being able to die fully while being in constant pain and having added ptsd from his deaths.

• Eventually, he decided to drown his pain in drugs and alcohol since he'd just come back the next day

• He's done every single drug he could find. Mostly cocaine, painkillers, percs, and Xanax

• He's still kind of perverted but that toned down as he got older, and he got into more serious relationships

• Biggest pothead in the universe. He is never not high as fuck unless he's with Kelly or Karen.

• He's not violent, but if you hurt his friends, sister , or girlfriend, there's a chance he'll kill you, but a guarantee he'll break at least one of your bones.

• Kenny has died 1,600 times so far. 1,473 if you exclude the 127 times he died before the age of 10.

• He keeps a positive attitude because he's terrified of becoming a miserable abusive drunk like his father. Also, it takes a lot to really get him pissed off. He has a high tolerance for bullshit.

• Humans are 75% water; Kenny is 75% mango Arizona

• He makes incredibly gross (but funny) sex jokes

• He listens to every genre of music. His main favorite artists are lil peep, eminem, outkast, smash mouth, and green day

• His favorite movie is shrek 2 (he loves the entire series).

• Kenny was born in Texas, hence why his mom and brother have the accent, but they moved a year later after authorities found out about Stuart's "relationship" to the underage Carol.

• He works at McDonalds as a dishwasher in the daytime (like mother, like son)

• He bounces between jobs a lot, but he makes it a rule to never be unemployed for more than a month

• He mostly eats blue Taki's and Sour Patch Kids

• He's amazing at art. He spends a lot of time sketching (mostly anime characters or porn). He's drawn on his and Stan's converse.

• He also gives everyone piercings and tattoos including himself.

• He does track in High-school. He's used to running for his life so he's pretty fast.

• He's covered in scars, bruises, and cuts. Since nobody remembers his deaths, he has to make up some lie for anyone who asks, so he doesn't seem crazy by saying "Oh I fell off a bridge yesterday." Usually, he just keeps his shirt on to avoid questions.

• He gets pretty decent grade. Bs and Cs sometimes an A. He's not dumb but he has ADHD so he zones out a lot and isn't great at focusing.

• Kenny has a special drawer that he keeps all of Karen's gifts, cards, and paintings in.

• Eventually told Karen he was Mysterion. He retired the costume but keeps it around just for the nostalgia.

• Kenny's skinny due to him not being able to afford food, but he's still pretty strong.

• He hangs out with the goth kids and tells them stories about his deaths.

Yall Carol is literally 26, Stuart is 42, their oldest son is 13 💀💀💀

but also Kenny is the best. I love him. 🫶

[yoonyeon0]

Helloooo, was wondering if you had any hcs for Jun Seki. I never see him getting married but I could see him with the same partner for like 20 years any hcs doesn’t have to be relationship I just love your work

seki is one of my FAVORITE characters. a relationship hcs will come out soon for him ☺️

Sekibayashi Jun General Hcs!

let’s go!

This is so random but I feel like Seki drinks like a milk gallon of water everyday. He’s insanely hydrated. Like he’s never dehydrated.

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Seki has naturally long nails and they grow back very quickly so he clips them off very frequently.

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Seki loves cooking. I know it is in the manga but he can cook like a beast and when he does, some of the guys from the SJPW swear he’s a chef in secret.

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Seki be outside. Not full on partying, but he does go out very frequently. He hates staying home and not having fun when it’s literally what he built himself on.

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Seki laughs at those dumb facebook memes and laughs HARD. He’s a bit of a unc and it’s hilarious to see. His laugh echoes around the whole damn SJPW warehouse.

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I’m sorry to say this but Seki is highly influenced by black people. I mean, those cornrows aren’t for nothing. Adding to this, he probably asks Cosmo or anyone younger than him “What you know ‘bout this?” when they know any type of old song like the Jackson 5 or something. He probably accidentally said the n-word once without knowing what it meant and Jerry had to sit him down and explain why and he’s just terribly embarrassed 😞.

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Seki is an early bird. He can wake up so early and he won’t feel tired. Sometimes he goes out to train at 4:30 in the morning and drags Haru with him and it’s obvious that Haru falls asleep on the way there.

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Lowkey hosts cookouts and the food there is BOMB. He is always on the grill but he might step out to dance.

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Seki hates snakes. One of the only animals he lowkey stays away from because of how ‘overpowered’ they are.

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Seki sometimes goes to see Kiozan’s fights and cheers him on. In return, he gets a glare but he doesn’t mind though.

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Sekibayashi is TERRIBLE at being original. He plagiarizes anything he finds cool and doesn’t even realize that it’s somewhat of a crime.

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Seki would wear a suit, fedora, and a cigar to make him to look cool (he REFUSES to smoke, the cigar isn’t lighted) and then proceeds to make those photo videos with him in different poses with Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems in the background. Haru was probably twisting and turning trying to get the best angles 😭😭 (Y’all don’t know how much I cracked up imagining this)

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Sings in the shower and it sounds somewhat good. He always singing Aaliyah and Usher.

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Now the finale, who would Seki listen to?

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Seki is a LARGE fan of OutKast. He likes the happy vibe and the loud sound of it. He also just likes any 90’s music. If I had to tell you what singers he likes, probably Usher, Beyoncé, Micheal Jackson, and definitely Bruno Mars.

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Does he go to concerts? Yeah. Will he buy merchandise? Obviously. Does he act like their promoter? Yes, everyone in that damn Kengan Asscociation will know about these singers, by fire by force.

im crying this looks like im fetishizing black people but I SWEAR im not. its just that seki is black in soul, asian in blood 😗

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

[satureja13]

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'You think you've got it Oh, you think you've got it But got it just don't get it 'til there's nothin' at all We get together Oh, we get together But separate's always better when there's feelings involved If what they say is "Nothing is forever" Then what makes, then what makes Then what makes, then what makes (what makes, what makes) Love the exception? So why, oh, why, oh Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here? (Y'all don't want to hear me, you just want to dance)'

Outcast - Hey Ya The perfect song for today :D Song and MV = masterpiece It's on my playlist ever since

Outtakes

Jeb and Sai's little goat, he did this autonomously <3

Take 1, but Jeb forgot to place Kumo out of his inventory ^^'

There he is, but now they are looking all in different directions!

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Int’l Players Anthem.

Miles Morales x Uncle Aaron (platonic ofc 👀, family tingzzz strictly.)

A/n: I love this songs. Little blurb of Miles and Uncle Aaron Bonding.

WARNINGS: Like 3 cuss words

This was one of the first songs Uncle Aaron played for Miles, and it’s the reason he loves rap so much. Even to this day, it remains one of his favorite songs. The memory of that day is etched in his mind, as if it happened just yesterday. Miles was only six years old when he was at his uncle's apartment, with Uncle Aaron tasked with babysitting while Miles' parents, Jeff and Rio, were on a date night.

With innocent, bright eyes, Miles watched every move his uncle made. To him, Uncle Aaron was the coolest. As Miles sat there, focused, Aaron got a record out of the crate and turned toward him.

"You like music, Miles?" Uncle Aaron asked, a smile on his lips.

"Yeah, my mommy lets me listen to Sesame Street," young Miles, his voice filled with excitement as he bounced on his knees.

Uncle Aaron chuckled at Miles' response, gently placing the record onto the player. "Well, tonight we're gonna listen to something different," he said. Aaron sat down next to Miles on the couch, anticipation filling the air.

As the needle touched the vinyl, the room filled with the words and melodies of the track.

Miles listened intently, gazing up at his uncle for approval. The beat dropped.

“My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber.”

Miles' eyes widened with surprise as he covered his mouth, Aaron quickly put a finger to his lips and whispered, "Don't tell your mom." He laughed and bopped his head to the beat, encouraging Miles to do the same.

Miles quickly caught on and began bobbing his head to the beat.

"Yeah, Miles, you like that," Aaron said, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

Miles, being the excitable child he was, stood up and started dancing, moves that were too good for a six-year-old.

"Okay, bust a move then," Aaron said, his laughter filling the room.

These were the memories Miles cherished most about his uncle. Miles now older a year without his uncle, would often grab his headphones, retreat to his bed, and close his eyes. He would play the song that reminded him of his uncle, allowing the memories to come flooding back

[allandoflimbo]

I  C  E    P R I N C E S S  11

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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A/n: The chapter you've been waiting for. Smut ahead. Reminder that everyone is 18 or older and consenting adults. :)

The Cabin

The day had started a little awkwardly. Everyone had to find their rooms and unpack. Sam and Bucky were rooming together, Matt and Steve, you and Sharon, and Carol was with Monica. There was a spare room for if your friend Nat decided to arrive tomorrow.

You had spoken to Bucky only briefly, he'd been acting awkward since Steve showed up. He was always so chatty but now with everyone around, it was like he reverted to not speaking as much.

But you don't miss his eyes the way they stay with yours.

Now the popcorn was popped, and the pizza was baked. Closing in a eight pm, the lights were off and the fire in the fire place was blazing. Your eyes would meet across the circle as everyone talked to each other.

At one point, you decided to go into the kitchen for a can of soda when you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around and the blue-green eyed boy smiled at you.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey, Steve."

You feel a bit awkward as you move through the kitchen and closer to him.

"How are you doing?" He asks softly.

"I'm alright," you answer, you push a strand of hair behind your ear and cross one of your arms over your chest, "takes time, ya know?" You add a chuckle in for the sake of you me sanity. He knows you're talking about multiple things. Your break up, his cheating, your accident, your recovery. He knows you've changed in the last six months and he's admired the girl you've become. He would always respect you.

"How's skating going? I missed your last one. I'm sorry."

You swallow hard.

He sees a far away sadness in your eyes before you respond.

"It's okay." You whisper. You look away from him and to the ground, "I miss him, Stevie."

Steve reaches forward and cups the back of your neck with his right hand.

You blink away tears as his thumb runs over the scar there.

"Oh, Y/N." He says.

"I never thanked you properly for being there for me."

He smiles at you.

"I'll always be there for you."

It's then that you both hear someone walk into the kitchen. You look over to see Bucky standing in the entrance mid step.

You don't know why you overthink the situation. Maybe it's the way he eyes Steve's hand on your neck.

Bucky feels like he's suddenly intruded on something he didn't want to see, even though he had no right to not like it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean—" Bucky mumbles, about to turn back around.

"No, it's okay." Steve says, dropping his hand away from your neck, "Bucky, right?"

Bucky nods.

"I was just telling Steve about my brother," Steve is momentarily shocked, not expecting you'd be so transparent with Bucky, but he doesn't mind. If anything. It just peaks his interest. He doesn't miss the way your eyes soften and the way your voice has taken on a new tone. Bucky clears his throat, "he was there for me through it all when it happened so he knows everything."

It's meant to console Bucky. You don't know why you feel the need to justify this position and make Bucky reassured it's nothing happening. But the words do the opposite of console Bucky.

"I understand." Bucky says. He forces a smile and your eyes meet once more. You're the one that swallows hard this time, "but really it's fine. Just wanted to let you guys know they're about to start a game. I think telestrations or something."

You and Steve both nod and Bucky leaves.

Steve clears his throat and turns to you with a knowing smirk.

You frown at him.

"What?" You ask.

"He likes you."

You blush as you look away from him. You let out a small chuckle.

"No, I don't think so." You say quietly.

Bucky didn't like you. Did he?

"Please. The way he was looking at you?"

You shake your head to yourself remembering all the things Bucky said to you at the restaurant.

"He'd never like someone like me. He's said so himself."

"A sweet girl like you?" You don't say anything as you stare back at the entryway Bucky just walked out of, "and something tells me you like him, too." Your eyes flicker to his at those words.

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"That's not fair! You cheated!" Sam yells.

"How the hell did I cheat?" Steve exclaims with laughter.

"You and your damn drawing skills, that's how."

"This game doesn't  even keep score." Carol says, "get over it." She rolls her eyes.

Sam glares at her as he reaches for the Grey Goose bottle, downing the rest of it in one go.

You raise a brow at him.

"Sore loser alert." You mumble.

Everyone laughs.

"You know what, y/l/n?" Sam says once he puts the bottle down.

"What?" You ask playfully and smirking.

He squints at you and a smile fills his face.

"You're lucky you're cool or I swear." He says.

"Alright, enough of this shit." Matt says, reaching over for the telestrations box and packing up everyone's little notebooks.

"Hey!" Sharon protests, "we weren't done."

"I don't care Sharon, let's play a real game. Anyone up for truth or dare?" Matt says with a smirk, "an X rated version?"

You're biting at your bottom lip as your eyes migrate towards Bucky on the couch next to Sam. You pull out your phone.

Let's ditch everyone. Want to see something cool?

You send him the text. You watch as he frowns when he feels the vibration in his pocket and pulls out his phone. He reads your text and smiles.

| Sure. Go ahead I'll be right behind you.

You smile as you read his response. You clear your throat as you stand up.

"I'll be right back, guys." You announce, pulling your black hoodie down.

Sharon looks up at you with furrowed brows.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"Just outside for a bit. I'll be back." You say.

Bucky feels the butterflies in his tummy as he watches you walk out the cabin and into the night air.

He takes a sip from his Coca Cola can and then places it on the table next to him, next to a stack of Uno cards.

"Alright, who's going to start?" Matt asks, obnoxiously excited. His eyes dart over to Bucky knowingly, but Bucky's patience is wearing thin:

"I have to excuse myself, guys." Bucky says, throwing everyone except Matt a smile.

The girls all smile back at him and Sam and Steve give each other a knowing look with a small smile.

"Okie dokie." Sam shouts, "be safe out there."

Matt's face is in a hard glare as his nose flares, eyes not darting away from Bucky.

He can't help the scorn as Bucky follows behind you out the door.

"I'm tired. I think I'm gonna head to bed." Carol says, yawning.

"Me too." Steve says.

"Same." Sharon.

"You're a bunch of old people." Matt mumbles, marching away.

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"Where the hell are we going?" Bucky asks you, following across the large open field and into the woods.

You smile faintly.

"You'll see," you look over at him and smile. His eyes meet yours in an intense stare, and his gaze follows the bridge of your nose, "you trust me?" You ask so quietly he almost doesn't hear you.

"Yeah." He doesn't even hesitate to respond.

"Come on." You say.

You two walk for about three more minutes. Through heavy trees and over a small river that has a log connecting one side to the other as a bridge.

He halts when you stop in front of him. His eyes follow your gaze to the white building standing in the middle of an open field.

It's a white church with black shudders, completely abandoned and half falling apart.

"This is creepy." He says.

You giggle.

"You're safe, don't worry," you grab his hand and you lead  him into the church. The moldy wooden floorboards creek beneath your feet as you step inside, letting the heavy black door close behind you.

You look up at Bucky. His jaw is sharp, handsomely perfect, and his eyes take in the terrifying dark space. Half the ceiling is caved in, exposing the night black sky.

"Stay here." You tell him.

"What?" There's a certain fear in his voice that you find adorable, "where are you going?" He asks as he watches you walk into the abyss of darkness.

You don't respond and Bucky shifts his weight from leg to leg anxiously. He says your name once more and nothing. He licks his lips and is about to decide to disobey your order when he hears a loud bang and a humming sound. Then he sees you perfectly clear as you walk back to him.

He can see you because there's a large chandelier hanging from the partial ceiling that he hadn't seen before and it's hundreds of bulbs glow a bright orange above you. He's speechless as his heart beats like crazy inside of his chest.

You're giving him the brightest smile he's ever seen in his life and you're glowing like the sun. You looked breathtaking.

You motioned  your arms around you to show him to look around and he does. The whole church is glowing and it looks beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you.

"How—" he starts, his voice fading off.

"I found this place a couple years ago when we first started coming here."

"Alone?"

"Alone." You confirm.

"You've never showed anyone else?"

There's a beat of silence.

"No. Just you." You say.

You watch him intently as he walks up to you. He's giving you a look you can't identify. Then he smiles wide.

"I don't know if I should be scared of you or..."

You tilt your head at him.

"Or?" You ask.

You both hear a rumble and your eyes dart up to the sky. Somehow you had both moved to the center of the church.

"I don't know. Something. You're interesting." He whispers, looking back down at you.

You don't realize how close you both are. You're too caught up in this moment to tell.

"You're something, too." You say, a smile pulling at your lips.

He laughs.

And just like that, the skies open up and the rain begins to pour over the both of you.

You look up and laugh.

"We're going to get sick." Bucky chuckles.

The rain picks up even more and Bucky stares down at you. You're soaking wet. Your hair glues to the side of your face and to your shoulders. The rain drops dangles over your lips and your eyelashes.

Somehow, he finds himself grabbing your hand. You squeeze each other tightly.

The lights flicker above you until they finally shut off completely. The rain was getting worst.

Bucky doesn't say anything as he pulls you behind him in the darkness.

For the first time in a long time, you feel truly safe.

Out the church, you both speed walk towards the woods. The trees help a little to shelter you from the rain but it still continues to wet you nonetheless. The cold air didn't help either.

He guides you across the log that's laid over the river, his hands holding your waist. Through more woods and more mud, you're both practically walking puddles.

Both escape the woods and the cabin comes in straight view.

You both make a run for it through the sheets of water, your hands still clasped tightly together.

You find yourself slipping on the mud beneath your now dirty shoes and it causes you to slide to the side and towards the grass.

Bucky laughs out loud as he catches you and you laugh too.

He's got you until you're steady back on your feet and you continue your run inside.

You're at the front door and his hand keeps slipping from the doorknob. He chuckles as he watches you getting even more wet, if possible.

You looked goddamn adorable.

He finally manages to get the  door open and he closes it quietly behind you. You're both still laughing and your shoes squeak over the floor. The cabin is dark, a clear sign that everyone was already asleep,

Bucky is still laughing and your mind is in a daze. You're giggling non stop. Your back is against the wall next to the stairs that leads up to the other rooms and he's standing right in front of you, laughing and smiling non stop.

You place both your hands on his chest as you giggle, and suddenly he's right up against you. Your hands slide up until they are near his shoulders. You can feel him rumbling beneath your hands as he laughs and whispers something you can quite  understand.

"Shhh, shhhh..." you tell him playfully between giggles. He giggles and his eyes crinkle at the sides, "shhh." You say again.

Eventually his giggles dial down, as do yours, and silence engulfs you both.

The rain patters against the glass and ground outside.

Your eyes follow his piercing blue eyes and how they're looking into your own, and then they travel down his nose, and to his lips.

There's no more laughing.

Bucky leans his forehead down against yours and closes his eyes.

Oh, this, this felt like a thousand burning suns.

You find your hands on either side of his neck as his nose hits yours. You both smell like a fresh thunderstorm.

With a sigh he opens his eyes. His left thumb runs over the tops of your cheeks and your eyes meet again.

You feel like you're going to implode when he starts to slowly move in. You find yourself meeting him halfway.

Both of your eyes are halfway closed as his lips finally run over yours in a soft but languid peck.

You're both still when he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again.

In total sync, you both move in at the same time, smashing your lips together in a passionate and dirty kiss.

You find your hand going to the back of his head, near the nape of his neck, and you deepen the kiss even further.

The sound Bucky makes as he tilts his head for better access, letting his tongue run over yours, makes your core tingle and your insides burn.

His right hand is on your waist traveling upwards to your neck. His left hand is cupping your face. The sighs of contentment that you leave on each other is magical and a language of its own.

He slows down his kisses and then fully stops. You're going to ask him what's wrong when he grabs your hand and starts to walk up the stairs.

You've never felt like this before.

This was a first for you.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him find the spare room that was being unoccupied.

His fingers run over yours as he opens the door and pulls you inside. He locks the door with an audible click and neither of you waste an extra second.

Your kisses are hot and frantic. He's pushing you to walk back towards the bed and you sit on it on your knees. You grab his shirt in a fist and pull him to follow you.

Once he's also on his knees in front of you, he grabs your wrists and leans back to look down at you. Both of your lips are swollen and both of your eyes are dark.

He runs his hand once more over your chin and to the back of your head where your hair runs between his fingers. He leans his forehead down against yours.

Suddenly, you're both nervous.

You've never done this before. You wonder if he has.

You're so shy right now but also so scared; in the best way possible.

"You want this?" His question is hoarse and three octaves lower than it normally is.

You nod.

He kisses you one more time and then his fingers go to the hem of your soaking wet sweatshirt.

Once he pulls it off you, your skin feels much colder and crave his touch. You've got a black tank top on and you help him remove that, too.

You were beautiful. Your perky breasts are the sweetest things he's ever seen and your nipples are hard against the cold air. Left hand to your neck, he kisses you again, letting your tongues dance together.

This time, you help him pull off his own black sweatshirt. He has nothing underneath and your hands immodestly goes to his pecks and down his torso. He shivers underneath your touch.

You're not sure what to do. Since you've never done this, you don't know how much is too much yet. You've only read about scenes like this in books and fanfiction but doing it in real life felt so much scarier.

You knew it was because it was your first time, it would get easier, but you wished it wasn't this scary. Every move you make is determined but hesitant. You're afraid of disappointing him. You wanted this to be perfect.

But you knew that if this was his first time too, it wouldn't be romance book perfect.

But as he removed your shoes and pants, and when you were both just in your underwear, you realized it didn't have to be perfect and that's what made it perfect.

It wasn't about who did what but about what you were trying to express to each other. You hoped deeply that he was feeling the same thing you were.

He's hovering over you. The pillow is behind your head and he's got his left forearm over it. His right hand is on your waist where he rubs soft circles just over your underwear.

You both kiss again, this time his lips catching your bottom one beautifully.

"Bucky." You whisper, hating to break the silence but knowing that communicating is going to be important right now.

"Yeah?" He asks just as quietly, his thumb running over the top of your head.

You maintain eye contact as you shimmy your underwear off and down your legs. Bucky gulps, his eyes darting down as he watches you.

He doesn't miss the way you close your legs involuntarily to shy away from his eyes.

No one has even seen that part of your body before.

"Please be gentle with me." You say.

He whimpers at your words. Not because he doesn't like it but because you sound so sweet.

"Of course," he says, his right hand going to the outside of your thigh. He kisses you again and you moan against his mouth, "I'm scared."  He freezes up at your words. Did he do something you didn't consent to? Did he scare you? Shit. He starts to pull away from you but you grab onto his neck again, "I know it's going to hurt, that's why I'm scared. It's not you. It's that part of me, I never...and I've always heard..." your voice starts to fade away as small tears fill your eyes and  he starts to realize what you were saying.

Bucky doesn't know why he'd always assumed you and Steve had slept together before. Maybe it just seemed to him like it made sense. You and Steve were together for so long and were eighteen already. Bucky wonders why it never happened.

But he's also feeling something else. He's feeling special and prideful. Because you, god how he treasures and admires you. He would never do anything to hurt you ever again and the fact that you will be each others first, it sends a fire through his heart.

He's so happy it's you and he hopes you feel the same way about it.

"I will never hurt you," you trust him immensely even though you know that what he's about to do to your body he has no control over how it will feel. At least not much control, "I've never done this either."  You kiss him when he says that, "it won't be perfect, but that's okay." You whimper, "we'll have other times after this one." He says against your lips. You chuckle at his words, finally feeling more at ease. His words lighten everything for just a moment, but that's it.

"Can I touch you?" He asks against your lips.

You nod.

His lips leave yours and they move to your collarbone. He leaves you three pecks there, then he moves his face back to hover over yours again.  It's then that you watch as he dips two fingers into his mouth and then down to your  core.

You moan quietly as he rubs your clit in small circles. He responds to your moans with his own and he watches your face. Your eyes are closed and the smallest of pants and gasps leave the break of your lips.

"So beautiful." He whispers.

He gains more confidence when he watches you lick your own fingers. You meet his hand.

"Put them inside me." You tell him desperately.

Buck gulps and nods his head. He's never done this. He's watched porn before but actually doing it was different. He doesn't want to disappoint you.

He slides his fingers further down your folds, he gathers something of what's leaking out of you on to his fingers and then slides into you bit by bit with his pointer finger. Then he adds his middle finger.

He stretches his left arm above your head as he looks down at what he's doing to you. He gains confidence and his fingers gain speed and technique, making a come-here motion as he watches you unravel underneath him.

Your hand leaves your clit as his own palm starts to do the work for you.

"Oh, fuck." You groan. It sounds so filthy along with the squelching noises around you and Bucky knows he won't last long the second he's inside of you. He's taking pride in when he sees how he's giving you so much pleasure right now.

He quickens his movements, and you lean up on your arms, looking down at him work you. Your left leg widens a bit and you start to meet his hand with your hips as you feel your end approaching.

You don't care how loud you might be panting and the noise the mattress might be making over the bed. This felt unworldly.

You feel so close that you start overthinking it. What if you became too sensitive and it made the pain worst?

In a matter of seconds you have your hand on Bucky's wrist, stopping him.

You're still panting as he looks at you confused. You don't pull out his fingers, you just hold onto him. You both share a sloppy kiss.

"I want you inside me." You say against his lips.

Bucky keeps eye contact with you as he nods.

He pulls his fingers out of you and your hands go to his boxers.

Bucky hisses when his dick is free. He's already leaking precum and is as hard as a rock. This might be your first time but you know he might not last very long.

That's okay.

Bucky gasps as he feels your small hand wrap around him. It feels softer than you thought it would and heavier. His legs tremble over you as you stroke him once and then twice.

"Fuck,—" he grunts. You look up at him and god if he doesn't look absolutely gorgeous and perfect. He had his own hand on his abdomen as he looked down at you work him just right, "stop, stop." He whines, pulling you off of him.

He grabs your hand and folds your fingers with his. He holds it on the pillow next to your heard. Then he's over you again, and he looks completely enthralled by you.

Your right hand goes to his cheek as you lean up and kiss him softly.

Bucky's thumb from his other hand drags over your top lip.

This was it.

You feel him maneuver and then you feel it. His tip runs from your clit all the way down to your entrance and back again.

You can tell he's already so close and you're so apprehensive.

"I'll go so slow for you, okay? Okay? You don't have to worry with me. I gotcha." He reassures you.

You can only nod as you feel him prepare.

The first inch push isn't so bad. The second still isn't terrible but he can tell you're starting to tense up. You're gnawing at your bottom lip as you stare down. He stops.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, cupping your face, "your tense. Shhh." He wipes the tear that runs down your cheek.

"I'm sorry." You say.

"Don't be sorry. I just need you to keep remembering what I promised you." You nod again.

He waits a few more seconds and then continues. It's the fourth inch that does it for you and you find a shout getting stuck in your throat. It doesn't come out because you're biting so hard on your bottom lip.

"Shh, shh," he says softly, "I got you. I got you."

He keeps going further in and the sting you feel hurts bad, making you almost move up the bed. You gasp, your hand going to his toned abs.

"God." You groan.

"Almost there." Another and another and another.

You shake your head back and forth.

"Just do it fast, Bucky. It's okay." You tell him.

Bucky leans his forehead down on yours and nods.

You close your eyes tightly together until you feel him flush up against you.  He starts with soft thrusts that make you cry softly, but after a few seconds, it starts to go away and you find yourself trying to find his lips.

He moans as you both share a deep kiss and as his hips pick up in speed.

He pulls away from your lips and he moans. It's so hard to keep it quiet when you know everyone outside could hear you. But the sound of skin slapping on skin and your little breaths are too noticeable.

He feels so good inside you, and the way he rubs your clit perfectly in sync with his movements has you feeling amazing.

His thrust get faster and harder and you can see the sweat on his chest.

"I'm sorry, fuck, I can't—" he whimpers, his eyes closing tight. His mouth opens in a gasp as he rams hard into you just once and he's grunting out loud.

You knew this would happen and it doesn't surprise you. It also doesn't disappoint you. You gave him pleasure and you were his first as he was yours. This was everything you wanted.

You let him spill into you and you run your fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer into the crook of your neck where he places little kisses.

He does something you don't expect.

He doesn't stop moving. You know he must be in pain from being over sensitive but he's on a mission for you.

He wasn't going to be a cliche first time where his girl doesn't cum.

"Come on, baby," he mumbles into your neck, his tongue dancing over your hot skin. You feel his fingers on your clit and he starts flicking you fast and hard, "come on." He repeats.

He's practically sobbing at this point as he works overtime to try and get you to cum and fuck, you do.

You cum hard.

You're groaning and moaning and gasping as you grab onto his head and back, eventually your left hand going to the pillow behind your head. You move your hips faster against his rod until you know you've coated him entirely in your cum. Your movements slow down as does his and all you can hear is your heavy panting.

"Oh my god." Almost inaudibly and more to yourself than anything.

He kisses your neck again. He lifts himself just slightly to pull out of you.

He lays down next to you, facing you, and pulls the covers over the both of you.

You're staring at each other, completely lost in the other.

He's trailing your features with his fingers and you're kissing his fingers as they occasionally pass your lips.

He leans forward and kisses your lips once more.

Then, sleep overcomes the both of you.

N E X T   C H A P T E R

[chefboyar-zeee]

Idlewild - Roundtable Jukebox

Idlewild is a musical drama film released in 2006, directed by Bryan Barber and starring the hip-hop duo OutKast, which consists of André 3000 (André Benjamin) and Big Boi (Antwan Patton). The film is set in the Prohibition-era South and blends elements of music, drama, and crime with a jazz and hip-hop-infused soundtrack.

This was a beautiful film and very aesthetic. I have not seen another musical quite like this one and it’s for a reason. Here's why...

What are the social aspects within the film’s narrative that align with the film’s songs? 

The characters in "Idlewild" demonstrate resilience in the face of adversity, a theme echoed in the film's music.  Many songs highlight the characters' determination to overcome obstacles and fight for their dreams, reflecting the broader struggle for justice and equality.

The film's love songs align with these themes, expressing the joy, passion, and challenges of love.

Rooster's involvement in the criminal underworld is depicted through intense and energetic musical numbers that convey the danger and excitement of his lifestyle.

The film's songs reflect their desires for a better life and their struggles to achieve their dreams. Percival's introspective ballads, for instance, convey his longing to break free from his small-town life and pursue his passion for music.

How do the historiographies of previously recorded songs inform audience relationships with the musical’s narrative and performers? 

Most of the songs in Idlewild had already been featured on the OutKast albums Big Boi and Dre Present...OutKast and Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, essentially making it a jukebox musical. Seven of the songs from the film, along with several unreleased songs, were released by LaFace Records as an OutKast album entitled Idlewild at the time of the film's release.

This is such an interesting question for my film considering all the film’s score was performed and produced by the lead actors, Andre 300 and Big Boi, with a few credited features in the film. Obviously it isn’t just circumstance that the leads were a famous Hip-Hop duo, so it isn’t hard to assume that the actors/artists were chosen specifically to star in this film for their transformative and notable music style and sound. Without their unique sound and talent for performing, the film could not, and would not be what it is. 

The historiography of this film is unique in the way that the character actors are also the creators of the featured soundtrack. On one hand, the audiences may feel more compelled to the characters and their narrative because they are in support of their music exclusive to the film, as well as some of their originals. In general though, I think historiographies definitely inform the audience’s relationship to a narrative. It can make you more engaged with the characters and their conflicts if you personally feel the music is fitting, or on the other hand, it can make you understand and better comprehend the narrative you're following because you may be familiar with the meaning and significance of the music. I also think about people’s ability to see artists they like and songs they love being performed in a different medium. In a way, your brain might see the visuals from the first time they heard it; or maybe the song originally had a music video. It’s up to directors to build the narrative strongly around the music.

What musical genre/style drives the film’s score, and how does the genre/style (re)define the film as a musical? 

The hip-hop, funk, and soul stylings of the song score are intentionally anachronistic, a choice made to complement the film being set in 1935. Elements of 1930s-era blues and jazz music are, however, featured prominently in many of the musical numbers. The film's dance numbers, choreographed by Hinton Battle, also feature many period dances, primarily the jitterbug and showgirl moves, like featured in the above video.

The film does a lot of blending hip-hop with jazz, blues, and gospel influences.

Idlewild is known for its visually stylized and innovative approach to storytelling, incorporating musical numbers, fantasy sequences, and animation. 

The film defines itself by taking place in the 1930s, in addition to casting vetted performers and songwriters as your leads. The musical simply wouldn't have the same storytelling element had anyone else written the soundtrack, whether prior to the film or not.

#oxyfilmmusical #disguisedmusical @theuncannyprofessoro

[blkkizzat]

Okay would I be wrong to say that-

First of all, gojo would be an EXTREME Drake/Nicki (Meg too) fan?? Choso definitely blasts Rod Wave and XXXTentacion in the car, at home, and sometimes with his brothers. Toji is giving BIG DaBaby and Kevin Gates energy (Choso freaky ass listens to Kev too it’s just always in private😂😂) Geto is like a mix of Khalid, Tory Lanez, 6LACK, Giveon, and a lil J. Cole sprinkled in dere🤏🏽. Sukunas def giving Desiigner, King Von, Nardo Wick and mayyyybe Travis Scott…? Anything aggressive. (I would say Baby Kia but that’s the easy way out and we die like men😤) And Nanami fs listens to Miguel religiously, even before he meets usss. Also Fetty wap, T-pain, OutKast, and Akon after he meets us.

Anywayyyyy… just a thought😏 I’m dying for your opinion on thisss😫

omg yasss! you get it!!! do we share a brain cause YESSS to ALL of this!!! waiit i love u sm for this cause i have many thots when it comes to music and jjk...

I'm convinced Gojo and Drake the same people in different timelines dkhskdjahsdkjads Drake literally calls himself the 6 god.

AND THIS WAS ONE OF HIS LOGOS!!

Gojo reppin young money til the wheels fall off (and they wont cause he rich! hfjchsdkjhsk) he love him some nicki and wayne too!

This was one of the first headers I made for my blog

sidenote: Dogtooth by Tyler the creator is one of my fav gojo coded songs.

LMFAO Choso DEFINITELY bumping xxxtenacion and rod wave. Although I do think Tory's Alone at Prom album (a MASTERPIECE BTW) is super Choso coded. WAIT u got me HOWWWWLING though cause I'm picturing Choso door locked, under covers headphones on listening to Kevin Gates with a college ruled notepad taking fucking notes like "okay...feet facing the ceiling, then i put my tongue in her ass and kiss on her kitty..." (supergeneral freestyle)

Toji definitely got black air force energy so Da Baby and Kevin ALL DAYYYY. Rockstar by Da Baby reminds me of Toji so much. Workout by J. Cole and Mask off by Future. FUTURE IN GENERAL LMFAO. Fitting that Gojo is Drake and Future is Toji and they have beef now lmfaoooo. Cause I def see Toji being tight Gojo stole his bitch jfdhsdkjhaks. He also listens to Migos and 21 savage.

OTW by Khalid is like my FAV Geto coded song, you on the MONEY with that. I also think he is hella Travis Scott coded imo. Also Geto smoother than a motherfucker so yass to Giveon and also Chris Brown (like Under the Influence??? omg). I also think Geto is very The Weeknd/Abel coded cause of the self destructive/dark themes of some of his songs... like "Blinding Lights" and "Faith". OMFG so guilty pleasure headcanon is Geto is into the reggae scene in Japan (which is actually pretty big) and he loves dance hall music so he be bumpin Daddy Yankee and Sean Paul LOLOL. But then also Afrobeats in general cause he would blow your BACK OUT slow and sensual to love nawantiti by ckay fhjkadshsdk.

I can def see Sukuna bumping Desiigner and King Von! My fav Sukuna songs are "No Church in the wild" by JayZ and Kanye. Also Power by Kanye. Also I think Sukuna would bump Kendrick when he on mad time lmfaooo. Notorious Thugs by Biggie and Bone thugs is SO Sukuna. So is steady mobbin by young money tbh. "try me and ill have yo people reading eulogies" (gojo tease lmfaooo). Lmao infact wait Sukuna is Wayne and Toji is Gucci Mane on that song dhkadkahsdk.

Nanami is the one who is the hardest for me to make a playlist too but i like your ideas, I can totally see outkast being his vibe and I never thought of that before OMFG. I also think we could really influences his choices too. Idk if you like Glass Animals but Gooey gives me Nanami. So does French Montana and Swae lee "Unforgettable". Here is a screenshot of my Nanami playlist its all over the place LOL

what do you think???

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Is there any song/songs that make you think of Joe’marr? I keep thinking about them listening to Troye Sivans album 😊 (I’d also like to thank you for your Joe/Ja’marr/Joe’marr/bengals tags bc I’ve totally fallen in love with the team v v quickly 😅)

Hi! lol i've seen you in my notifs the past few days, i love when i can tell people are going through my tags! so glad you're joining the fandom just in time for all the content to start back up <3

and oh boy, okay, i'm the kind of person where once i get obsessed with a ship or character, EVERY song makes me think of them (even some that really don't work at all, whoops!) but here are some that get me particularly in my feelings about joe'marr

Sweet

King and Lionheart - Of Monsters And Men And as the world comes to an end I'll be here to hold your hand 'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart

Aquemini - Outkast Nothin' is for sure, nothin' is for certain, nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain (y'all know) It's him and I, Aquemini

1950 - King Princess So cold that your stare's 'bout to kill me I'm surprised when you kiss me So tell me why my gods look like you And tell me why it's wrong

Thinkin' Bout You - Frank Ocean Or do you not think so far ahead? Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever

Bodyguard - Beyoncé Be your best friend I protect you in the mosh pit And I'll defend you in the gossip You know how people like to start shit and pop shit I don't like the way she's lookin' at you Someone better hold me back

Nineteen - Tegan and Sara I felt you in my life Before I ever thought to I felt the need to lay down Beside you And tell you I feel you in my heart And I don't even know you

Angsty

Fireproof - The National You're fireproof Nothing breaks your heart You're fireproof It's just the way you are You're fireproof It's what you always say You're fireproof I wish I was that way

Bad Religion - Frank Ocean If it brings me to my knees It's a bad religion This unrequited love To me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult And cyanide in my styrofoam cup I can never make him love me Never make him love me

Earfquake - Tyler the Creator I don't want no confrontation, no You don't want my conversation I just need some confirmation on how you feel, for real You don't want no complication, no

New Magic Wand - Tyler the Creator Can't be in the picture if it got no frame And let the world know 'cause I ain't got no shame Blow the whole spot up, 'cause I ain't— I wanna share last names, I wanna be your number one Not the other one, keep it on the low I'm in my right mind, keep it on a high

Secret Heart - Feist Why so mysterious? Why so sacred, why so serious? Maybe you're just acting tough Maybe you're just not man enough What's wrong?

Somewhere in Between

We Belong Together - Vampire Weekend We belong together Baby, there's no use in being clever Baby, it don't mean we'll stay together Hallelujah, you're still mine All I did was waste your time If there is not some grand design How'd this pair of stars align?

I Want to Know Your Plans - Say Anything I want to know your plans And how involved in them I am [...] I'll look out for you 'til I die, 'til I rot I'll remember you 'til I die, 'til I rot

Never Be Anyone Else But You - Emmylou Harris Cause I hope and pray the day will come when you belong to me Then I'm gonna prove to you how true my love can be There'll never be anyone else but you for me Never ever be, just couldn't be, anyone else but you

Vito's Ordination Song - Sufjan Stevens And when you write a poem I know the words, I know the sounds Before you write it down

Specialist - Interpol You make me lose my buttons oh yeah you make me spit I don't like my clothes anymore You take me to New Orleans where you put me to the test I know what my heart is for

Bedroom Hymns - Florence and the Machine Cause this is his body, this is his love Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

In honour of F2 being back in Imola this weekend, this is the F2 edition of my US number ones posts. Enjoy 😊

Juan Manuel Correra (9th August 1999) & Ritomo Miyata (10th August 1999) - Christina Aguilera - Genie In A Bottle

Kush Maini (22nd September 2000) - Madonna - Music

Richard Verschoor (16th December 2000) - Destiny's Child - Independent Women Pt 1

Victor Martins (16th June 2001) - Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim, Mya & Pink - Lady Marmalade

Enzo Fittipaldi (18th July 2001) - Usher - U Remind Me

Rafael Villagomez (10th November 2001) - Mary J.Blige - Family Affair

Amaury Cordeel (9th July 2002) - Nelly - Hot In Herre

Dennis Hauger (17th March 2003) - Jennifer Lopez ft LL Cool J - All I Have

Franco Colapinto (27th May 2003) - Sean Paul - Get Busy

Zane Maloney (2nd October 2003) - Nelly, P.Diddy & Murphy Lee - Shake Ya Tailfeather

Joshua Durksen (27th October 2003) - Beyonce ft Sean Paul - Baby Boy

Paul Aron (9th February 2004) - OutKast - Hey Ya!

Roman Stanek (25th February 2004) - Twista ft Kanye West & Jamie Foxx - Slow Jamz

Taylor Barnard (1st June 2004) - Usher - Burn

Isack Hadjar (28th September 2004) & Gabriel Bortoleto (14th October 2004) - Ciara ft Petey Pablo - Goodies

Zak O'Sullivan (6th February 2005) - Mario - Let Me Love You

Jak Crawford - (2nd May 2005) - 50 Cent ft Olivia - Candy Shop

Ollie Bearman (8th May 2005) - Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl

Pepe Marti (13th June 2005) - Mariah Carey - We Belong Together

Kimi Antonelli (25th August 2006) - Fergie - London Bridge

Another link to this playlist 😊

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but don’t those harmonies start to have an echo of inevitability once the message sinks in? don’t you hear the little mourning and desperation, despair even, in his voice? and we all dance anyway. because deep down everybody in the club knows they won’t find love there. they’re not sure if they’ll find it at all, because even if they do…well, nothing lasts forever. what makes love the exception?

The older I get the more angry I get at the song “Hey Ya,” by Outkast. All right, fucking well done, you’re so deep, but there’s a reason surgeons don’t tell you your loved one died on the table through the medium of song, Andre.

[beardedmrbean]

“Black people are reclaiming the outdoors!”

Black ancestors like Matt Reeves, black farmers, and southerners: Did you guys banned our people from the forest?

Confederates and white southerners: No, did we?

Seriously a running gag in the south that many of our elders grew up near forests and was told to go there for a few hours as kids but not too far for obvious racial reasons.

But what with this idea black people are reclaiming the outdoor

😳

Californian and northern urbanites….know that after the civil war and abolition of slavery…most free blacks stayed in the country and created communities there….and our urbanization is a very decent thing….

THERE A REASON WHY OUTKAST USED COUNTRY MUSIC AND WHY ANDRE 3000 WORE A CONFEDERATE BELT IN ONE MUSIC VIDEO!

Also the Louisiana Bayou? You know the outdoor area that is heavily associated with Louisiana black culture and Disney is changing splash mountain based off that?

Also outdoor activity like hiking been called “White people shit” by black people for decades

🙄

No acknowledgment on that activists?

Also yeah it me zoomer Huey….also queers are changing the camping scenes?

Oh yes because no one connected the dots that plenty of lgbt confessed their love or did you know what in the outdoors away from society

It not like Gay p/rn usually have a subset of “outdoors” videos

Oh…the Boy Scouts sex abuse scandals…and the jokes about  experimenting at summer camp….

Just saying when the hell didn’t non whites or LBGT people weren’t allowed camping or be able to do outdoors activities? You guys were usually there but you guys made the urban life your definitive style to the masses

I'm on a dinosaur computer that I can type on faster than the letters show up so this is gonna be short because it's making me bonkers.

If you haven't seen this before it feels like it isn't too far off of the mark to me for most any place that will write a headline about how a transgender, black, pansexual, with autism is reclaiming the outdoors by queering it up.

Because honestly nobody is stopping anyone from enjoying the great outdoors except for maybe the government when it closes the campgrounds for some reason or another.

I think they write those for filler, concept is beyond idiotic

being a biracial bisexual will not stop you from riding a bicycle on mountain paths, nobody that matters cares go camping please.

[sweetbleu7]

Chromakopia

Stand-Out Tracks

Rah Tah Tah

Hey Jane

I Killed You

Sticky

Take Your Mask Off

I Hope You Find Your Way Home

A couple of months ago, I was explaining to my boyfriend that I am not a fan of Tyler the Creator. We were in the car, he was driving and I had probably taken over the music. Dogtooth was in our current rotation and it was probably what sprung the topic. “I like some of the Tyler songs, but I wouldn't call myself a fan”. We had listened to Call Me If You Get Lost and it's deluxe The Estate Sale, together from top to bottom. I could never find myself relating to a full Tyler Body of work. I beat the brakes off Earfquake and Who Dat Boy, but Tyler has never been one of my go-to's.

This album, however, is for the late twenty or early thirty-somethings. With themes of home-building being a constant lyrical motif. Whether he's talking about locking the doors and protecting his coveted assets or ruminating if he's ready to have children. This provides the perfect stage for me, someone only a little younger than Tyler and who couldn't get into him before, to relate to him. Tyler is using his insecurity about what he should be doing versus how he is doing as the vehicle for this album’s message.

Hey Jane, brings about a tone shift from the first half of the album. The first few songs feel like you can only go up. Hey, Jane pulls up and slows things down, reminding you and Tyler as the narrator that things are happening outside of you and it's time to come back down to earth.

Judge Judy, brings about a tongue-in-cheek, “corniness” that Tyler pulls off in a way that I haven't identified with since Roses by Outkast. This “corniness” serves to play into how Tyler and those who identify with his lyrics aren't there yet, maturity-wise despite adult themes. We're all just out here d*ckin around.

Another perfect swag track to add to his repertoire is Sticky. Tyler fully embraces the “bitch track” (a la RuPaul) by declaring I'm that n*gga and that b*tch. He also does that by putting some of the hottest women in rap on the song. I damn near jumped out of my skin when I heard GloRilla. Sexyy Red, not so much. I will say that I was pleasantly surprised by her. She was used to her strength, as a seasoning and not a main ingredient. Both GloRilla and Sexyy Red’s verses were tight and didn't overstay their welcome. No notes. Then Lil’ Wayne comes in and I'm jumping for joy. The 12-year-old in me that grew up with the Carter 3 is appeased. Sticky is a new favorite!

The narration over certain songs and transitions kind of reminds me of a mother or older sibling. Doling out sometimes misguided advice. The voice being peppered throughout the album is almost like a voice in the listener's head. The voice prescribes their virtues but also says how proud they are and how much they love you.

Balloon Ft Doechii is another great collab track and plays to the vibe both artists are on right now. The song embraces the queer and dance elements that Doechii has been utilizing for Alligator Bites Never Heal while seamlessly fitting into Chromakopia.

Balloon flows into the album's final track: I Hope You Find Your Way Home which serves as the cathartic roll credits on the album and perhaps the Call Me If You Get Lost era also. The song ends with the barking that Tyler has been adding to his songs as of late. As well as by calling out the album title Chromakopia, the same way as the album's first track St. Chroma. This perhaps is ushering us toward whatever Tyler has in store for the future.

I'm sad I didn't get the Doja Cat collab that Coachella had me convinced would materialize and the album was desperately needed (if only because the eras are so similar and it would make me happy). I think I'll be looking forward to whatever Tyler may do next. Maybe I am a fan.

Related Energy

1. Verbatim- Mother Mother

2. URRRGE!!!!!!!!!- Doja Cat ft. A$AP Rocky

3. Behold a Lady- Outkast

4. Sever the Blight- Hemlocke Springs