#is when he asked her to lick his fangs mid-kiss

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

I'm so happy to see you getting active again. Honestly, I thought this account just died 😅😅😅😅😅.

I have fallen in love with your posts, especially those meta analysis about Comte are so on-point. I can't wait to see your reviews about his drama CD.

Also, have you seen Comte’s 6th birthday story? I saw the CG but I dont have the chance to read the story. Is ok if you also give some spoilers about it? 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Glad to be back! Sorry for the scare--life just got ahead of me, and alas my spoons were limited and focused on survival. That being said, I've still been reading/translating his stories, so I have indeed seen Comte's 6th bday story.

I think you've given me a bit too much power 🤣 but I'm happy to gush about Comte anytime. Since I'm going to discuss something that hasn't been released in the English version yet, the deets will be under a cut.

A reminder that I'm not a professional, so this is by no means an infallible translation. I try to convey what I find to the best of my ability, but I'm sure there are nuances I miss.

Where to begin? Honestly this story was A Lot, and arguably among my favorites, but the title of the CG/story is allegedly "Courtship at the Nape of the Neck." Get hyped, y'all--if I understood things correctly, it's exactly as it sounds.

The story begins with MC and Comte on their way to a ball for his birthday, and MC is all like "honey. When I said I wanted this day to be for you. That did not mean. Another dress for me." To which Comte's response is "New phone, who dis."

All jokes aside, MC does feel bad about it but he insists it makes him very happy, so she concedes:

MC: You got me a dress as a gift again…despite the fact that it’s your birthday;;;

I smiled at MC, who seemed to feel bad about it.

Comte: It’s because it’s my birthday that I gave you that dress. It’s my greatest pleasure to gift them to you, and accompany you in it.

I reached out beside me to stroke her hair gently.

Comte: It’s always fun to think about what kind of dress would suit you…And besides, when I see you all dressed up like this, I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

MC then mentions that she's made him a gift, and downplays it--likely out of shyness--before handing it over.

It was a handkerchief with a simple yet elegant design, with a name embroidered on it.

Comte: Did you embroider this yourself? How did you prepare such a wonderful thing?

MC: Hehe, I did my best under Sebastian’s guidance.

(To do something this intricate by hand would have taken quite a bit of time…)

Comte: Thank you, MC. I’ll treasure it.

I felt a warmth fill my chest at the sweet gesture, and I dropped a kiss to the handkerchief I received.

Comte: I’d prefer to be kissing you, but I fear if I do I won’t want to get out of the carriage after I start.

So like, yes, take a moment to scream, because wow. First of all, how dare you Abel. Second of all, AAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SO SUBTLE AND SWEET BUT ALSO LOWKEY SULTRY HOW DARE!!! I will have my r e v e n g e--

But also??? Aside from my brainworms, I really do love this part of him. Even though her gift is simple, he really does cherish the effort and dedication she put into making him something. I guess I think about how someone in his position could easily downplay its significance--but he doesn’t. He’s mindful of how her feelings saturate the act, and he honors it openly. And in case you think this is a one-off instance, it really isn’t. In his Anniversary story event, there is a direct emphasis on how he still keeps MC’s wedding gift to him--the preserved flower pins--polished as if they were newly gifted to him, not a speck of dust clouding their surface, lovingly tended.

I think it’s very easy for people to minimize him as unfeeling or haughty the way only very rich people can be, but...the his character construction and the intimate personal details you see if you’re close to him reveal that he doesn’t really fit that stereotype at all. Sure he’s selective about who he shares himself with, but that doesn’t make him fundamentally shallow.

Moving right along, MC gets bashful (and honestly who could blame her idk how she even makes sustained eye contact help) and they arrive at the venue in short order. None of this is especially notable except that it says, when they exit the carriage:

Her small, lovely hand covered the one I gently held out for her to take.

Thanks! I'm devastated!!! You just broke down adoration to its bare essentials!!!! I'm a romantic for one person and one person only, and it's HIM--

Naturally, they enter the ballroom and everyone flocks over to congratulate Comte on his birthday. Gracious and measured as ever, he accepts each one in turn, but MC is silent/stiff for most of it. All of a sudden, MC says she's going to get some fresh air and slips away to the balcony to clear her head. Comte is understandably confused and tries to follow after her, until he's intercepted by another noblewoman.

(What’s the matter…? It’s not like her to leave on her own like that so suddenly.)

When I tried to follow her at once--

Well-dressed noblewoman: Wait, Comte

As soon as I’m stopped by the woman, melodious music swells to fill the hall.

Well-dressed noblewoman: I’d love to spend some time with le Comte tonight. Won’t you share a dance with me?

A woman with a charming smile from the past crossed my mind.

(In the past, when I hadn’t been in love, I would have accepted such an invitation for the sake of simply enjoying the novelty of a single moment; that ephemeral warmth was something I relied on in the endless sea of loneliness that was eternity.)

--But now, I don’t feel that way anymore.

(Because I met MC.)

Comte: I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m already accounted for. Have a pleasant rest of the night, young lady.

So after Comte picks the correct answer, he continues on his way to the balcony and finds MC staring up at the sky.

Aight so like. I love when they have a certain writer create these stories, because they literally always make MC the strong and silent (stoic/defensive) type and Comte her little meow meow. It may be specific to me and my tastes but I love it here and I'm never leaving.

Before I add the transcription, I will say that I'm not really sure the "were you crying? did someone bully you?" part was something I fully understood. It appeared to be some kind of idiom/nuance the translator struggled to pick-up on, so I apologize for that. But it is my understanding that he's alluding to MC being picked on/unhappy.

When MC turned around, she had a surprised but also somewhat anxious look on her face.

(If I try to ask her what’s wrong…she’ll say it’s nothing. In that case…)

Comte: Were you crying? Did someone bully you?

MC’s expression relaxed a little at my dramatics.

MC: What are you on about, I wasn’t crying or bullied. But if I was crying…what would you do?

Though she throws the question back at me, I smile in response.

Comte: A gentleman's handkerchief is there to wipe away a lady's tears. I would tend to you with the very handkerchief you gifted me tonight.

MC: Thank you. But, I’m not one to shed tears so easily.

Comte: That’s right, you’re very strong.

The anxiety that clouded her expression earlier has faded away now, and she’s smiling.

I hold my hand out to MC once again…

MC: Yes, with pleasure.

Y'all but the way she claps back, and then he kills with that line about the handkerchief. God damn sir, if nothing else you get full points for incredible verbal repartee. (Lowkey, I’d make out with him for his emotional intelligence alone, don’t look at me.)

Okay but because I can’t help myself. I love how he’s like. I’m No Gentleman, MC. I Am A Liar.

Also Comte: A gEnTlEmAn’S HaNdKeRcHieF iS tHeRe To--

Mfer certainly knows how to lay down the charm when he wants to cheer her up--

After that, it simply says they spend a lovely evening together and then cuts to them relaxing in a hotel near the venue. Cuddled together (GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME), MC eventually speaks up to explain what happened earlier that night.

MC: Hey, Comte…

MC is picking at the hem of her clothes absently when she calls out to me.

Comte: What’s the matter?

I caress her hair to encourage her to continue, and she slowly opens her mouth as if she were choosing her words very carefully.

MC: When I was on the balcony earlier tonight…I wasn’t crying, but I was pretty frustrated with myself. I saw so many beautiful women giving you their congratulations tonight, I can’t help but worry you’ll be snatched away from me…I’m sorry you had to see me like this on your special day…

So, in the immortal words of Beyonce, "What's worse, looking jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy?" is basically the mood of this whole scene. I'm usually not the territorial type, but I wouldn't even blame MC for getting pissed--nobody likes to see other women ogle/grab at ya mans (especially when ya mans is Comte).

Also beginning to wonder if Comte has a certain interest in MC’s hair 🤔

(I see now, so that’s why)

Comte: MC

After hearing such a cute confession, my fingers moved from her hair to stroke her cheek.

Comte: It’s all right, you have nothing to apologize for. Besides which, I know how you feel--I’ve been jealous/frustrated plenty of times too.

MC: Oh…like when?

Comte: Always/All the time.

MC suddenly looks at me, looking as if she really hadn’t been aware of it.

Okay but when he just gives that flat expression and goes "ALWAYS" without hesitation, I nearly started wheezing with laughter. Petty and glamorous, I love him your honor it's not a phase!!!!

Comte: Today, for instance, that Baron who was in love with you from the moment you stepped into the hall. A young waiter brushed his hand against yours while handing you a champagne glass. Every time I see another man taken with you, my heart is agitated.

(Of course, it’s not limited to just today. It’s been like this ever since I fell in love with you…)

Comte: Rather immature for someone like me, isn’t it?

MC: Comte…

Comte: But now…I’m not the only one who feels that way anymore.

I wrapped my arm around her delicate waist and hugged her close, a sweet scent catching my attention.

Comte: Come, MC.

Just the thought of him seething because some random waiter brushed MC's hand literally just. Sent me. Like straight up astral projection, that is so much I had to stare at the nearest wall to cope. And like I'm not sure if it's the same guy, but I have to wonder if the Baron he's talking about is the one that hit on her in Comte's rt--because if that's the case, that would be hysterically funny. At the same time if it’s literally just some random dude that thought MC was pretty at first sight, that is somehow even funnier. Le Comte de "Peace was never an option" Saint Germain. Monsieur le “Don’t even think about looking at my wife. Walk away.” Comte.

I live for it, I love it, I regret absolutely nothing!!!!

I escort her to bed and sit with MC in my arms. I kissed her soft hair and laid my forehead on hers.

Comte: You belong to me, and I belong to you.

MC: Co--Abel…

She calls my name and settles against my chest, and I’m filled with such affection for her.

Comte: You’re so cute…Telling me all about the frustration and the bullying honestly. You’re so lovely I want to bite you.

"You belong to me, and I belong to you." SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP THAT'S SO ROMANTIC AND TENDER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"You're so lovely I want to bite you." Do you promise. I want it in writing. 👁✒️

Then MC, who was silent as if she were thinking about something deeply, looks up--

Comte: …what is it, MC?

She pinches the skin of my neck between her lips and nips at me.

MC: I want to bite you too…I love Abel so much…

She keeps nipping at me, her soft lips nearly ticklish against my skin.

(I can’t believe you’re doing this…) NARUTO VOICE: BELIEVE IT!!!

She bit me lightly, and our eyes met.

MC: Am I the only one…allowed to do this to you?

Comte: Yes, of course…you can…bite me harder

So like. I'm aware I've already had several episodes in the process of recounting this birthday story and I apologize for the moments where I breach containment--But.

Bite.

Me.

Harder.

Wow, thanks, none of my thoughts are holy and I am forever changed. I am not going to heaven, and I'm okay with that. I lived, and that's what matters. BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK--

Also yes MC, girl get it!!! Go MC, go!!!!!! Live your best life!!!!!! Get his ass!!!!!

I leaned back to give her more room and she nodded, digging her blunt little teeth into me. The slightest pain is followed by a feverish arousal that blooms from my chest outward.

(I want to bite you even now, I want to love you forever)

MC: Abel…

She called my name again, as if she could sense the urge rising from deep inside me.

MC: I’m the only one who you will bite one day.

Comte: …Of course

(I only want you)

The reversal/mirroring???? The intimacy????? Comte being blindsided but literally out of his mind in love?????? Help??????? It’s more than I can bear??????

This is especially insane to me on the level of like. The game is pretty clear about how biting your lover (at least for vampires) is a mutually understood sign of courtship. It’s a clear sign of who your lover is. And the fact that MC uses that sign to convey her feelings despite being human????? As the signal that she’s ready to fully be his and wants no one else to be able to interfere with that??????? Long time coming but also BWAH, BWAH BWAH BWAH BWAH

The other part of the end that kills me is that. They make love. With her fully dressed. And sure not necessarily that notable out of context, HOWEVER. BECAUSE I NEED TO DIE ON THIS HILL. What he specifically says is:

I reach to undo her dress--before my hands freeze.

[Comte: It’s always fun to think about what kind of dress would suit you…And besides, when I see you all dressed up like this, I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.] (He’s remembering what he said before.)

Comte: I’ll make love to you as you are tonight. You’re dressed up to my liking, after all.

For those of you who haven’t seen the CG. MC. Is in a black dress. With sleeves that are see-through. Low cut bust. A long and visible thigh slit. With slight gold accents.

SIR. SHE IS DRESSED. TO YOUR LIKING????????????

At this point I’m convinced Cybird wants me to be in palpitations before the game ends for good. So much for Mr. Prim and Proper, I know you nasty Comte--

The rest of the bits are fairly raunchy so I’ll forgo that (let it be known simply that he is a firm believer in foreplay) but there are a few lines that I want to focus on.

(You haven’t the slightest idea how captivated I am, do you?)

[He asks her to say what he can only hear on his bday, and naturally she says happy bday.]

The heat of where our bodies are connected, her voice crying out for more, my heart and soul are on fire with the twin calls.

Comte: MC…

I kiss her tears away before connecting our lips with a smile…

Comte: I love you, too

(MC, you are the best gift of my life.)

With a feeling that is equal to eternity, I dropped my lips to her delicate neckline and…--

A lot to unpack here, but I will try (and fail) to remain composed as we go through each one.

“MC, you are the best gift of my life.” Like. Sincerely don’t even know how to approach this one. I have no clever witticisms. No trite commentary. Literally it is just beyond touching...[insert your preferred sobbing meme here]. It’s an odd feeling because honestly it doesn’t even feel like a surprise; his actions 100% substantiate what he’s expressed. It feels more like the inevitable culmination of his devotion up to this point. But there’s just something about the way it’s crystallized into that simple but enormous sentiment. That she was something unexpected, but not only welcome--accepted with such gratitude and joy. 11/10 I was not okay when I first read it and I’m not even okay now, every minute is half-catatonic.

And now to the question many of you probably have as you wait for me to address it. Did he..........b i t e bite her? The answer is I have no freakin’ idea. That’s where the story ends, and there’s no itemized specification as to how he bites her. But the phrasing keeps bothering me. If it were just another harmless love bite--as we’ve seen him do before--it’s never prefaced with “a feeling equal to eternity.” That kind of distinction is only made when he’s talking about how he changed the men into turned vampires when he found them.

Additionally, so many of his most recent stories have featured MC as a vampire (AU settings) but also in the most recent Christmas story (in the normal mansion setting), he gets extremely close to biting her for real--the closest I’ve ever seen, up to this point.

Granted all I can really do is speculate, but I will say it feels skewed in the direction of “holy shit he bit her for real, this is not a drill, LET’S GOOOOOOO Y O O O O O O”

I hope this summary was as cathartic for you as it was for me. But yeah!!! This is the vast majority of the contents ✌🏼💛

[kinshenewa]

Sun skipped merrily along, making his way to Cadence's room. She had been gone for 3 whole weeks out doing bounties, and she got back yesterday. He waited until the evening time because he is nice like that and would never expect her to socialize right after a bounty.

He knocked cheerily on her door, humming a happy tune.

Which stopped when she opened the door.

She was dressed in a tight black dress that had a deep V-line while the dress stopped at about her mid-thigh. Her hair was all curled and she was wearing makeup that hid her eyebags and only accentuated her beauty. She looked surprised to see him, and he looked surprised as well.

A quiet click was her only warning before he lunged forward, picking her up as he kicked the door closed behind him. He twirled around and pinned her to the door, chest pressing against hers as his head nuzzled the crook of her neck.

"Please please please let me bite you." He murmured, placing gentle kisses on the soft flesh of her neck.

"What?!" She squawked, her hands holding onto his shoulders as her bare feet weren't able to touch the ground.

She shivered as his fangs grazed her neck, and he whispered in a soft growl, "It won't hurt. Please. Please. I'll make you a huge bowl of mashed potatoes after."

She hesitated, lips pursing into a line as she considered his offer. Get a bite and a big bowl of mashed potatoes? Wasn't that bad, if it didn't hurt, that it.

"Alright..." She said softly, gasping as his fangs sunk into her flesh, her head thumping back onto the door as she let out a sound of surprise.

Sun hummed happily, pressing himself against her as his eyes closed. His fangs flexed, injecting his venom into her bloodstream. He was lost in the moment.

Until he heard her softly whimper. He pulled back, licking the wound before looking at her. She started quivering, clinging onto him as her eyes closed.

Sun started to panic, seeing the folly in his ways as he quickly asked, "Shit, you aren't allergic, are you?! I'm so so so sorry, I should have checked!"

He sat on the ground, cradling her as she clung to him.

"Not.... not allergic." She rasped, her voice deep as she hid her face, "Just... strange feeling." She giggled, lifting her head and looking at Sun as she said, "Exotic... Nice... Kinda wish I let you bite me that other time."

Her hand went under his chin, and she tilted his chin down, a smirk crossing her features as her lidded eyes looked up at him. She chuckled, leaning forward and gently pressing her lips against his.

Sun was caught off-guard by the sudden kiss, but he couldn't help the little thrill that went down his spine as she leaned into him, and he melted into the kiss, leaning in so much her back was on the ground.

His hands were on either side of her head, her hands holding his head as he deepened the kiss, tongue exploring her mouth gingerly. His right hand gently grabbed her knee, trailing up her meaty thigh as his left elbow rested against the ground.

"What."

Both looked up, surprise painting their features as they saw Moon standing there, looking surprised as he held a bowl of mashed potatoes. The room was silent for a moment, and Sun slowly got up, pulling Cadence up with him.

It was awkward silence until Cadence whined softly, "Embarrassment..." She pulled her shirt up and covered her face. Sun's blush was a thick gold, and both jesters looked at her as she hid her face.

"You are always so cute." Sun cooed, clapping his hands as he quickly changed the subject, "So! I came here to check on Cadence and I did so! Goodbye!" He quickly left the room, leaving her and Moon in awkward silence.

"I.... made you mashed potatoes..." Moon said hesitantly, smiling shyly.

"Thanks." She said softly, peeking at Moon over her shirt collar.

[angelprinz]

AHHH i’m so glad u liked my vamp!childe ask !! n ur take on it was so good <3 childe making reader fuck herself in his cock if not he’ll kill her it’s just so romantic sigh

ngl i’ve been rewatching vampire diaries and wanted to add more but just think: vamp childe who feeds reader his blood and whenever a human ingests vampire blood, they’re automatically under the vampire’s control and do whatever they say. so now, childe has the perfect meal who will never leave him and keep his hunger and lust satisfied <3 reader who hates childe and cries 24/7 but all of a sudden calms down and wants nothing more than to please him and let’s him feed off her. he leaves just barely enough blood in her body to keep her heart pumping, and while she’s hazy and about to pass out, childe just brutally fucks her in a puddle of her own blood then leaves her for a while to heal until the cycle repeats :) i mean at least he’s kind enough to give her a small break, right ?

eeee THE PUDDLE OF BLOOD!!! i wasn't feeling very blood thirsty earlier sigh but now 'm feeling hungry!!!

cw: drugging, blood, mindbreak, dubcon, aphrosdiac, fem reader!

childe finds it amusing, he really does at how you refuse his meals and only sob and sob all day long, really, you're only malnourishing yourself! all that water you waste and how you become less healthy, it only makes you less attractive as prey so if childe has to force your mouth open with his clawed hands, mid transformed to stuff the food down your throat as tears leak out, be grateful he even cares that you're living.

hell, when he gets tired of it one day, childe lets you starve until you're meekly begging for something to ingest. and so he does feed you, except it's been spiked with a small vial of his blood and the moment you've swallowed a bite, it's taken it's effect, he can feel your very body under his control. i mean, you consented to this didn't you? you asked for anything, and he just took the opportunity presented on a silver platter.

first things first, he makes you finish your meal, pressing a kiss to your chest and listening to your heart pump with a fanged smile as you eat. now you're so quiet and obedient, so well behaved as he orders you to strip and present your neck like a proper bloodbag. before when he bit you, all you felt was stinging pain, now it feels like euphoria, despite him draining your veins to unsafe levels and tearing large holes into your flesh that pour out your blood out onto the floor, creating a crimson puddle of liquid that smells so arousing to childe.

the dizzying blood loss is overwhelmed by cloudy lust fogging over your mind, finding yourself soaking wet as childe pulls away from his feeding and licking his canines in satisfaction. "should've done this earlier fuck, bend over for me now. face first in the blood baby girl."

he can't contain himself when you wordlessly offer your holes to him, face against the pool of blood he's made trickle out of you and immediately shoves himself in, fucking you savagely from the getgo. the lewd slaps of your cunt being pounded are accompanied by his heated grunts and splashes as you drool against the blood, face a bloody mess and brain thoughtless from being fucked dumb.

when he bends down to thrust even deeper inside your cunny, he licks at your face, lapping up the taste of your split iron with every snap of his hips. all the while you can only mindlessly moan and convulse around his dick, completely lost to the intoxicating effects of childe's blood. childe would order you to cum just to feel you clamp down around him and shake uncontrollably from pleasure in your own blood. after playing with your mind and body, he'd cum inside raw and leave you there like you said anon! for the blood to clot n defile you in your own fluids till he's horny again <3

[littlefreya]

The Way To Hell - Final Chapter

Summary: Post Mi6, Alternate Canon. August escapes Hunt with his face intact and is currently the most dangerous man on earth. Unwilling to back down from his murderous agenda, he plots to continue where he stopped while a trained assassin is sent to bring him down. 

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Ingvild) 🖤

Word count: 5k (including epilogue) 

Warnings: 18+, smut, boomer Walker, some fluff, sexual intercourse, cock-warming, mentions of torture, implied insanity, slight mentions of gore, violence, murder, mass-shooting and death. Please proceed with caution  

A/N: The ending is here and I hope I did it justice, I hope I did right by you. I will reblog my kudos, but first I must thank @agniavateira for being my beta and a source of inspiration and @raspberrydreamclouds for the cover art. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*

Now allow me to die out of stress and anxiety.

Title: See You in Hell

Down by the valley, there is a serenity that exists only in fairy tales. Damp grass caresses her naked back, the pointy little tips ticking the base of her spine, leaving a fresh trail of dew. Pure mountain mist breathes life through blue hills caked with ice; white fog vales over the forest’s lush greenery and looms above the lake’s water like a lost-love phantom.

Lying with her eyes shut, she listens to the harmony of life surrounding her: the little fish bouncing in the river, the butterflies procreating mid-air and the hummingbird chirping with bliss. Yet the most beautiful sound is the low, melodic baritone humming and reverberating against her inner thighs. 

”Angel, With those angel eyes Come and take this earth boy Up to paradise.”

”Boomer Walker…” she teases, “Is that a song from your time?” 

Ascending a trail of kisses up her pelvis, he scoffs and shakes his head. “I’m starting to suspect that you have a kink for older men,” he answers with a throaty growl, shifting his weight further over her abdomen. The soft fur of his torso grazes between her thighs, and she sighs with pleasure. 

”Do you want daddy to fuck you?” 

”That’s gross!” she curls her nose and tries to hit his head playfully, but August snaps at her wrists with perfect instinct, pinning her hands against the wet meadow. His tongue flicks over the slant of her neck while he aligns his cock at the little piece of heaven between her legs.

Sensual yet rough, his massive girth splits her walls while his lips shower her with honeyed kisses. Ingvild throws her head back, lacing her fingers with his and coils herself beneath his large body. 

“August...” she pants, feeling the air gradually diminishing from her lungs with every thrust, “I think I’m dying...”

Never halting or slowing his rhythm, August lowers his head to peer into her eyes. Fingers drenched with blood snap at her jaw.

“Stay with me, Ingvild.” He demands, letting out a husky groan, though his voice is but an echo.

A grey, thick mist wafts around the darkening forest, covering her with a bone-chilling breeze; his calling carries on the distance.  

“Stay, princess...”

“Don’t leave...”

“Stay. We’ve only just begun.”

Ice bites its sharp fangs into the little creases between her cracked bones as another bucket filled with frosty water showers her trembling body. The stabbing pain lasts for a lingering moment, reminding her that she’s still very much alive.

It must be the 10th bucket, or maybe 12th? She lost count at some point. Day and night melt into one another in this place, and the hours don’t make much sense.

Muffled complaints vibrate in her ears. Vaguely her sight picks on two silhouettes arguing when the world abruptly flashes white, and her jaw soaks a terrible blow. Fully crashing onto the hard marble, she tries to recover, but a sudden kick rips through her abdomen.

“Your methods are too slow, Issac!” A grey-haired agent chides, standing over the girl with his foot still drawn, “Walker could be setting his bomb somewhere across the globe any minute now, and you’re taking your sweet time with her as if she’s an art project.”

The scrawny torturer frowns and turns his back at him. Walking toward the metal desk, he browses through different equipment. “My methods always work, the pretty little girl was taught to endure pain,” he grunts in exasperation and gestures at the bloodstained bandage around her hand, “she did this to herself.”

Sighing with a mixture of frustration and disgust, the CIA agent takes another swing at Ingvild’s torso, the pointy edge of his shoe colliding with the scar at her gut.

Bloodshot eyes rise with wrath, violent tides of aftershock course at her viscera. She peers at the men through the haze of pain when a third figure appears in the room, standing calmly whilst Issac and the agent argue among them. 

Tall, broad, and charismatic, the handsome man strides toward her. His tailored steel-coloured suit envelops his statuesque body as if he is made of iron.  

“You’re taking it so well, princess,” he praises in his deep, melodic baritone while crouching down to take a closer look. Ingvild lifts her head, slowly breaking into a weak grin. Onyx orbs replace the storm-touched eyes, but that chiselled face still belongs to her beautiful monster.

“Did you tell them anything about where I am headed?” he asks and gives her a pout, reaching his index finger and thumb to squeeze her bruised cheek affectionately. 

Swallowing the aching dryness in her throat, she manages to shake her head meekly. “No… I said nothing,” her voice cracking as she whispers. Her chapped lips stretch into a pale, awkward grin. 

Tiny lines form at the corner of his void-like eyes as he smiles back, radiating with dangerous delight.

“That’s my good girl.”

The grey-haired agent throws a glance over his shoulder, scrutinising Ingvild while he stands next to Issac, who is twirling a scalpel back and forth between his boney fingers.

“Who is she talking to?”

“Not very sane this one,” Issac explains as he examines the silver blade against the light, “multiple mental disorders, dissociative personality, psychotic.”

Pushing the agent aside with his free hand, Issac steps forward. He leers at Ingvild, who stares at nothing for a long second before averting her eyes back at them. 

“We just need to dig a little deeper and the little bird will sing,” he exclaims and moves closer before dropping to his knees. One of his icy hands lands on her shoulder, forcing her flat on her back. Shuddering at his frozen touch, she closes her eyes; in the bleak nothingness, she recalls the night in the lake where August let her die.

“Pretty little Ingvild, have you heard of vivisection?” Her torturer asks as he lines his twig-like finger over the spine of the scalpel. Sensing his digits sneaking beneath the hem of her shirt, she shoots her eyes open yet remains still and intrepid. 

The tiny black marbles beneath Issac’s brows glint with twisted joy, appeased at the sight of the scar as he exposes her torso. Ingvild expects the pain of the blade when something tepid and unpleasantly wet slithers across her gut like a little pink slug. 

“Umm… Issac…?” The agent interrupts, furrowing his brow with confusion and disgust as he stares at his colleague licking the girl’s torso.

“What?!” Issac snaps at him, his eyes narrowing with spite, “you wanted me to go harder on her!”

“Yes, but…”

“But shut up and let me do my job!” He yells and returns his glare to Ingvild who blinks at the ceiling silently. Disrupted by his touch, she bites her tongue, fighting to hold back the acrid substance that threatens to emerge from her gut.

“You fight very hard to protect a man who doesn’t give a fuck about you, little bird,” his snake-like voice hisses as he leans down to half-whisper in her ear, “just tell me where he is and I won’t cut you open.”

Ingvild sucks the air in through gritted teeth and turns her head to look away from the obnoxious little man. She seeks for her beautiful monster, finding him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. August’s empty glance wears a calm grin.

“He is in this room,” Ingvild jests faintly, her sardonic laughter stretching thin, her chest heaving, exhausting whatever strength is left in her muscles. August’s smirk widens with hers, large dimples are slicing into his cheeks.

Ticking his tongue, Issac allows the sharp edge of the scalpel cut a skin-deep line into her flesh. Ingvild stares at him stoically, not moving a muscle as shy drops of blood begin trickling down her navel. 

“Are you sure about your response?” he asks, ghosting the scalpel over her abdomen while crooking an eyebrow.

Ingvild bites her lip, pretending to think about her answer for a few seconds. Lifting her head up, she inches her lips toward Issac’s ear. The scrawny man listens intently. 

“August Walker is the devil, and the devil is everywhere.”

A peal of sinister chuckles spills from her lips as she throws her head back onto the ground, staring at Issac’s disapproving glare. 

But her laughter soon dies. 

Taut pressure pierces into her flesh, the blade penetrating deep, cutting through tissue and muscle as if it was soft cheese. Ingvild clenches her jaw, her mind flooded by charring white light that dismantles every thought while the blade continues to swerve.

For a brief moment, she finds herself in Bergen, hands covered with thick blood, holding the gushing wound in her stomach with shock. August stands above her, toying with his favourite knife and staring at the red taint. 

“Time to fall, angel.” 

Scattered musings run behind her eyes: Liam, the nuns at the orphanage, August, and even Erica. She’s reminded of every hit she was forced to take, every country she visited, all blending into a bizarre parade of death. 

“C’mon girl, just tell us where he is!” She hears the other man shout as he steps closer with an urgent expression. “Just give us something, a country, a region, anything to make this stop, you can still do the right thing.” 

The heavy stench of iron fills her nose; the warm, thick liquid trickles down her bare skin, spilling in a cross on the map of her torso. The pain now is undeniable, making her lips heavier as she makes an attempt to answer.

“I don’t…. know… any August.”

The CIA agent scoffs violently and balls his fists. “Deeper!” He orders Issac, who like a composer, trails the blade further through her gut, cutting into sinew and brittle tendons. Ingvild trembles, feeling her body grow weaker. 

In her mind, she can hear caged screams.

“You will die for a man who doesn’t even care if you bleed!” The agent rasps, spit coming out of his mouth as he rages above her.

‘Stop!’

“He won’t even remember you once you die!”

‘Resist, don’t show pain. You’ve been through this before, you already died.’ 

“No one will.”

Swallowing every ounce of pain, she fights to remember her training, her past. Her mind scrambles for Fjellstrekninger forest, for the green pines and their stringy needles, for the scent of beech and the damp ground. She tries to imagine the silver-blue mountains of Bergen, that last time she hiked there before going to meet Liam at the gas station. 

How strange that at the very same day she encountered the most wanted man on earth, not knowing she was destined to be his. 

But none of these images appear before her.

‘You can’t escape this.’

Her screams shudder through the entire floor. 

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” 

August flicks his tongue over his bottom lip, glowering at the driver who gawks at him with disbelief and shakes his head. Pushing the phone against his chin, he stares forward at the rainy road, reciting in his mind the words of the MI6 and CIA apostles.

‘Erica captured a woman in her late 20s, having her tortured for information for a couple of days now. Can’t promise you she’s alive. No one goes in there.’

“I wasn’t asking,” August answers, throwing him an icy glare, “we’re taking the chopper to the Mi6 fortress in London. I don’t need to tell you what happens if you question my decisions.” 

The driver tenses his fingers around the steering wheel and shakes his head once again. He means to say something, but the scowl on August’s face shuts him up right away.

“Who is she? What is she to you?”

August huffs and lowers his gaze, eyes dropping to the plutonium case and then forward through the windshield, watching the heavy rain clouds that stretch before the sky. As he blinks his eyes shut, his mind plays a vision of an inferno; cracked ground and scorched skies. He sits on a throne made of bones and drinks wine from a chalice made of human skull. 

His angel sits on his knee, naked and pure, her iridescent wings tucked against her back. She stares at him with a smile full of admiration, her fingers brushing over his moustache. 

‘Your angel of destruction.’

“She’s just an asset.”

‘Hell lives inside you August, it always has. Rotting you from the inside as it begs to be let out. And you will unleash it, won’t you? Your suffering must be shared.’

Vast shadows gather outside the double-pane windows of the main hall. The thick storm clouds paint the sky pitch black, swallowing the stars alive one by one. Light wanes just in time for the harbinger of chaos to march into the well-secured lobby of the sizable Mi6 fortress.

If fairytales were to be true, the devil would arrive riding a monstrous mare with hooves made of flames. But if anything, he is but a man in a tailored suit and a long trench-coat. The leather soles of his midnight-black shoes squeak as he marches on, leaving a trail of mud on the cream-coloured marble.

“Evening sir,” the security guard greets and gestures August to pass through the large weapon detector with nothing but a quick exchange of knowing looks. 

The corners of August’s lips curl into a small smile beneath his moustache while he scrutinises the surroundings. Gold and pearly pillars spread across the vast hall, a false facade hiding a decaying world and the self-indulgent ghosts that harbour it. So lost in their own little lie, it takes them more than a few minutes to notice the hellhound who stepped into their haven.

It begins as a small rumble, like a seismic wave. The first tremor vibrates through the ground and the walls follow with a convulsing shudder. Gasps, chatter, and widened eyes stab at him with shock, yet they all seem to suffer from the same affliction. 

Standing paralysed, they ogle at the most wanted man on earth as he combs his fingers through his hair and walks toward the elevators located at the end of a narrow, red corridor. Unapologetically confident and ever so relaxed and condescending, he ignores them. 

A true king among peasants.  

“Is that?...”

“What the fuck?!”

“How the fuck did he pass security???”

His confidence is nothing but theatrics, as his blue eyes carry toward the large elevators with a glossy sparkle breaking on his corneas. He tries so hard to envision her beautiful face yet all he sees is a pile of dry bones.

“Stop! Hands in the fucking air, Walker!”

‘Ah, took them long enough.’

Standing between the carpeted walls of the narrow corridor, only mere inches from the silver doors, August slowly spreads his long fingers and lifts his hands in the air. His keen ear catches at least three firearms as the guards cock their guns at his direction, panting with fright. 

“Turn around so we can see you, piece of shit!!!” A presumingly young hero barks behind him. 

“Someone call Director Sloane down here right now, she’s not going to believe it!!!”

The soft rumbling in the lobby grows into impending thunder. A flash of pale purple lightning floods the lit vicinity for a split second, echoing the small grin that spreads across August’s beaming face.  

“Oh, I don’t think so, son,” he speaks serenely, almost like a tender fatherly coo. Not bothering to turn, he tilts his head up and inhales sharply.

“Go.”

Sharp gasps of shock and terror reverberate between the walls of the fortress as sudden darkness veils the main hall. The smell of their fear is almost as delightful as the strong smoky scent of gunpowder. Like shooting stars, the rapid gunfire pierces through the night. Cries, incoherent screams, and panicked gasps make for a beautiful concert, so much that he wishes he could stay, but he has a girl to rescue.  

‘If she’s still alive…’

Swallowing the bitter bile, he enters an elevator and presses the button for the basement level. He watches the flickering beams of light as his men continue to execute the remaining agents before the doors shut in. 

Drawing out his handgun and relieving the safety, he leans against the shuddering metal and stares at the neon red number while reminiscing on the day he met a pretty girl with an unpleasant smile.

“Too bad, I would have loved to see you again.”

“Well then, if our destinies were meant to be entwined, you will.”

The basement level seems completely abandoned and eerily silent. No wails nor cries carry on the chilly air. 

His Ingvild is forbearing, she would never show her suffering. Would she? 

Inching toward the interrogation cell, his hand runs across the naked concrete walls, sensing the coarse texture against the pads of his fingers. Opaline droplets of sweat bead his forehead and his lungs sink with the effort.

Muffled voices perk his ears the closer he gets: two men, no woman. No sounds of violence, no signs of her in there whatsoever. 

‘Angel, are you being brave for me?’

Arriving at the door, he takes a deep breath and gingerly pushes the handle. The pungent scent of salt and iron pervades his nostrils as he steps a foot into the shower of blinding white light. The brightness hurts and for a moment it feels as everything before him fades. 

Until his sight sharpens and he notices the two shadowy figures standing with their backs facing him. They look like vultures preying upon a corpse.

Her corpse.

‘No! Change this! Make this right!’

Wings of cherry-dark blood spread from her snow-pale body. Motionless, his girl lies with her top huddled around her chest to expose her bleeding gut. 

‘You are too late…’

Pure, undistilled rage burns within August’s throat, so ferocious it stings in his eyes, making his entire body tremble. He lifts his hand and fires the gun hastily, shooting both men in the back of their heads before they even get the chance to turn and look at the man who executed them. 

“Ingvild!” August pants, rushing and falling to his knees before her. 

“Angel?” He presses one hand to her gut, trying to pressure her gushing wounds while his fingers etch around her nape to pull her closer to his face. Blood, still sticky and warm, tarnishes his clean outfit while he cradles her in his arms.

“Please don’t do this to me…” He whispers, shifting his hand to caress her bruised face, recalling the last time she was dead in his arms. 

The world kept spinning on its axis when she died back at the lake. So why does it feel like right now it stopped in its place?

Pressing her to his chest, August shuts his eyes and shudders with fury. All emotions come to life, and every one of them hurt.

“You are not here…” 

A deep quivering sigh of relief soars from his throat, mouth cracking into a smile at the sounds of her hoarse whisper and delicate moans. Blinking faintly, Ingvild half-opens her eyes and stares at him through heavy lids. 

“I am here,” he whispers, brushing away the sticky strands of hair from her face and squeezes her cheek beneath his thumb, “I came to take you, we have to go.”

Shifting his arms, he tries to lift her up, but his petite woman is suddenly made of the heaviest rocks; her stiff muscles protest in his grip, making it impossible for him to manoeuvre her out of fear she will bleed to death. 

“We were both at the garden,” she mumbles drowsily, licking her bloodied teeth before breaking into a maddened smile that quickly dies as she depletes her remaining strength. “I’m tired, I want to stay here and dream.” 

“Ingvild, we don’t have time for this,” August warns with concern, noticing how her eyes roll back and her lashes flutter shut, “there’s a helicopter waiting for us on the roof. You have to get up, you have to survive this, you have to come with me! Please!”

Fat, oily tears roll down her temples, mingling with the blood and tangy sweat on her face. Opening her eyes again, she peers at her beautiful monster, recognising the familiar ocean and its eternal unrest. 

Did he come here for her, or is it just a dream?

“Why?” 

‘Tell her.’

Brow lifting and face softening, his hands clutch her tightly. He rocks her from side to side, holding her protectively. Ingvild senses the wrath that pours from his heart, the thundering beat throwing its fists against his ribcage as their bodies collide.

“You know why,” August suggests huskily, nearly begging, bargaining not to admit, not to say the words he was always so afraid of. But naively, her gaze pleas in return, the child-like innocence piercing a hole through his chest. 

“Tell me,” she begs him.

‘She needs you to say it.’

“Because I need you.”

The words nearly crack on his tongue, his throat suddenly so dry it sears. He glances down at the fallen angel, sensing the most excruciating thirst, where the only way to stop it is by stealing several deep kisses from her lips. 

“I need you by my side,” he murmurs above her lips between desperate, helpless kisses, hoping to breathe life into his weakened valkyrie, “stay with me, angel.”  

An awkward stretch tugs at her cheeks, hurting as if someone slices them with a blade from side to side. For the first time in her life, true laughter crisps her face, followed by crystal-like tears that run down her sullen eyes.

“I love you, August.” 

Every nerve in his body tingles with tendrils of light, reaching out deep within his gut and spreading throughout his tendons. For a moment, he feels divine, sanctified by the words of his angel, his woman, his by free will. 

Offering her a brief smile, he captured her lips for one last stolen kiss. His thick moustache scratches at her tender flesh while a little hum plays on his tongue. 

She tastes like blood and honey - the tarty flavour of victory.

“We have to go now, princess, I have to finish this.” 

Gingerly rising to his feet, he hooks a hand below her knees and places the other against her bruised spine. Bloody footprints trail behind him as he carries her outside the white room, trying to make for their freedom.

Locked down in her office, Director Erica Sloane inhales and exhales by practice, brushing a hand through her sweat-slick hair while trying to call every backup unit. Bullets still rip through the air in every story; the sirens howl while red lights flicker from outside. She puts her hands around her ears, trying to shut the noises out, uncertain if the screams she is hearing are her people still being slaughtered, or her mind playing tricks.

Walker is many things: an idealist, a manipulative snake, a monster. But this is a side of him she never anticipated. There is no need to question his motives this time. She is smart enough to figure it out. 

To risk so much, a man must feel deeply for a woman.

Her anxiety spikes as guilt seeps in when her phone suddenly rings.

“Director Sloane,” she pants against the receiver. Somehow, as she hears the deep, measured breath, she knows.

‘Walker.’

“Hello, Erica, did you miss me?”

Erica clenches her jaw and stares spitefully into nothing, “Hardly.”

She hears him scoff from the other line, her mind piecing together that horrible, pretentious grin of his. The bile climbs up her throat just from the vision. 

“We don’t have much time, but I just wanted to thank you.” August pauses, sighing with the bliss of a madman at her ear, “You see, if not for Lacey, if not for you kicking me to the curb the way you did - I would have never become what I was meant to be. And you sent me an angel to light my way…”

“You’ve manipulated her.”

“No, you did,” August interrupts calmly, “I set her free. I will set them all free and unite them.”

The anger simmers in her gut to the point of nausea. She holds her breath, counts to ten and tries to gather her thoughts. ‘August wants a bargain,’ she thinks, but for a reason, it feels like he already won.

“Can you come and look out of the window for me, please?” He asks politely. 

Turning her head at the window, she narrows her eyes and bites her plump lips with hesitation.

“If I had a sniper on you, you’d be dead 5 minutes ago,” he assures her. 

She gets up from her office chair slowly, her fingers reaching to uncover the blinds. The storm weakened, yet heavy clouds still loom from above like a noxious mist. She seeks for August on the horizon, listening carefully to the sounds on the line. She realises they are coming from above. Her sharp eyes detect the helicopter: far, yet close enough to see his shit-eating grin and that hand that waves at her. 

He has the girl with him. Who knew a monster could care.

“You know, you are the only woman in the CIA I haven’t fucked.” He provokes and then hangs up suddenly.

Erica watches as the helicopter takes off, her eyes widening with fear as the notion of her own demise resonates like a stinging slap.

The blast takes her along with the entire building within a split second.

Standing on the cliff by the edge of the valley, August stares down at the tranquil scar that swerves amidst lush, fertile mountains. The crystalline Indus river lies before his eyes, its sweet water so clear that the sky mirrors upon the brim.   

It’s not every day when a simple man becomes a god. 

The melancholic beauty of nature makes his fingers tighten around the detonator, thumb ghosting over the button as he allows himself a couple of last seconds to inhale the air of the old world. 

Oh, how many will die for this god to receive his halo.

‘I wish you were here, my Ingvild…’ August muses with anguish, feeling an awkward jab at the spot where his heart should have been.  

A sudden rumbling noise of a helicopter makes his gut weave. 

‘That better not be Ethan fucking Hunt! I should have thrown him off the cliff in Norway!’ 

Alarmed yet stoic as ever, he draws his gun, aiming it at the aircraft inching its way to land on the other side of the flat terrain. The last thing he needs right now is someone meddling with his affairs, but it quickly becomes clear to him that if someone wanted a monster like him dead, they would have sniped him from the air before he could even see them coming. 

‘Did you forget the woman is nothing but a valkyrie?’

“What are you doing here?” He calls out at Ingvild and frowns at the pilot, abruptly struck with anger. “I specifically asked to make sure she stays rested!”

The pilot shrugs while Ingvild makes her way toward August with mild effort. Dark circles rest beneath her eyes, yet she is still so very beautiful to him, especially when she frowns. 

“She was very persuasive and horrendously stubborn,” the pilot retorts. 

“Yeah, tell me about it,” August mutters to himself and watches the little battered woman making every attempt to remain stoic as she steps closer. A shadow of a malicious grin creeps on her frosty eyes. 

Once upon a time, she promised him she will always find him. She has no intention of breaking that promise.

“Did you think I’ll let you do this without me, August Walker?” She sulks at him as she finally moves to stand in front of him. Every nerve in her body is inflamed with pain, yet the thought of not being here at the birth of the new world brings greater agony than imagined. 

Something she compares to missing out on the birth of a child.

“We are in this together now, this is our cause, our better world. You don’t get to leave me behind.”

Her hand reaches for his wrist, thumb pressing to feel his quickening pulse. Wonder paints his eyes and his lips gape softly. He promised himself Lacey will never cross his thoughts again; yet he can’t help but think about that night in his study and the pain of betrayal.  

‘How is she even real?’   

Gently peeling her fingers off his wrist, he looks at the detonator. He then takes her hand in his, placing the device in her slender grasp. 

“Forgive me, my darling. You’re right,” he apologises and turns her over to view the horizon. A shiver surges through her as she senses the weight in her palm when August moves to stand behind her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“We do this together.”

Pesky little honeysuckles flutter within her chest as his arms wrap around her carefully. One of his hands holds hers, raising it up slightly to position the device in front of her chest.

“Do it angel, set them free.”

Taking a deep breath, Ingvild slides her fingertip over the red button. Scattered images of her life briefly flash through her mind, ending with the single moment where their gazes first met that day in Bergen.

Bright heavenly light cleanses the sky and loud thunder rips through the earth. Standing on the trembling ground, August and Ingvild stare into the distance while slowly turning to face each other. They hold their hands together, both gaping with awe as rich golden hues pour into the sky. 

Enamoured, and lost within one another’s beauty, they share a long, lingering kiss. 

Epilogue. 

Sharp and heavy, the blade split the wood in half as if it was made out of soft butter. Resting the blunt side of the leaden axe over his shoulder, he pauses and observes the pile of firewood on the ground. His lips move in silence as he counts before crouching down to pick up another log and place it on the stump. 

Strong shades of pink and orange spread between the clouds, kissed by the drowsy sun as it makes its way to slumber beneath the earth. It’s been 8 months since the coming of their new world. Even though there is still work to be done, August decided a hideout was necessary to let her mend her wings. 

“Loki!” 

Ingvild rushes into the green field with a wide, toothy smile. Feral rivers of chestnut-brown reach the small of her back, floating behind her as she runs around giggling.

‘That smile, like honey. So pure, so real.’

Playful barks answer her call, and a German Shepherd puppy appears from across the green hill, jumping over one of the logs ecstatically and wags its tail.

“Careful or I’ll cook him for dinner,” August mutters and points the axe at Loki’s direction. The pup tilts its head at him and barks with playful rage, growling and baring its needle-like teeth.

Ingvild pauses and gives August an icy stare before grabbing the large puppy and holding him to her chest, “You’re a shitty liar August Walker, you love him. Always sneaking him bacon when you think I'm not looking and snuggling him in your sleep.”

August shrugs, brushing away her comment before sticking the axe into the tree stump. “Get inside, time for dinner.” A small grin stretches on his lips as he sees her walking away, kissing the puppy on his wet little nose. 

The scent of cedarwood burning at the mantle and brewed coffee welcomes her home as she enters the cabin, immediately filling her chest with mellowness. She allows Loki down on the ground before walking into their cosy bedroom where she removes her trousers and remains in an oversized sweater and black thigh-high stockings that August gifted her after they left Kashmir. 

When she returns to the living room, August is sitting at the study with his laptop open. A small wrinkle lines his forehead while he runs two fingers over his moustache. A map and coordinates are visible on the screen, along with a messaging platform which she only assumes is a conversation with one of the apostles. 

Loki lies guarding at his feet.

“Come here, princess,” August calls, reaching out his arm toward her. “I have something to show you.”

Sneaking toward him like a large feline, Ingvild takes his hand and lets him guide her to his lap. Her legs fall to each side of his thighs, and August rests his chin at the small crook of her neck where it always belonged.

“What are you looking for?” She asks, casually pulling the sleeve over her wrist to scratch at a peeling hammer tattoo gracing her skin.

“Don’t touch it, let it heal.” August answers and takes her hand in his, entwining their fingers together tightly. An illustration of an angel wing decorates the same spot on his arm. As she glances at the way the black ink is embedded into his flesh, she can’t help but smile and ever so slightly grind herself on the semi-rigid bulge beneath her ass.

August growls against her neck, grazing his stubbles over her supple skin before reaching a hand to unzip his tracking trousers and pull out his swelling manhood. After a soft scuffle of her panties, he lifts her hips and slides himself fully within her wet, angelic cove. 

“August…” She sighs, fluttering her eyes shut for a split second, embracing both pain and pleasure. When August fills her, she is ethereal, as if a piece that was missing all her life has finally made it back home.

“You always look so beautiful with me inside you,” he murmurs against her neck, planting bristly kisses down her jawline before returning his glare forward. Ingvild only moves slightly above him, swaying slow and smooth on his thick, throbbing girth and squeezing him tight between her walls to relish in their bond.  

“I have a present for you.” He opens a tab on his browser while his fingers toy with her clit with surprising tenderness.

“What is it?” She moans as he presses down on her sensitive pearl.

“I found Liam,” he explains, a twinge of pride and a spit of revenge hanging on his baritone. He growls slightly as her cunt clenches around him by his words. “He’s hiding out in Sao Paulo. I plan to bring you his head.”

Sucking on her bottom lip, she grinds a little harder, feeling August deep in her gut. The temptation to ride him hard and rough is too great, but this sweet slow torture always brings her to a higher ground of ecstasy when they finally fuck. 

“Can it wait, my beautiful monster?” She asks sweetly, reaching her talons to clutch his thigh as he pushes further in and bottoms out inside her with a grunt. “I’d like to stay here for a while and be your angel for a little bit longer.”

August lifts his cerulean gaze back to Ingvild, the clear sky in his deep irises slightly darken as he observes the serene look on her face. His hand rises to cup her chin and turn her head to the side to meet his possessive lips. He cages her mouth with his, devouring her with the lust of a hungry man.

“You will always be mine and mine alone Ingvild,” he promises as he ends the kiss with a nibble on her chin. Ingvild licks his saliva off her mouth and stares back at him with the oxymoronic union of innocence and sinister urge before she leans back and continues to look at his plans.

‘Who is she to you?’

‘She is my queen, and I am the king of hell.’

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Additional Notes: Song lyrics by Elvis Presely - Angel. Additional Inspiration by Nine Inchs Nails - We’re in this together. 

Disclaimer: I own no rights to Mission Impossible’s franchise or August Walker.

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Call Me Mother, Chapter One

I languidly drained the last breath from my cigarette, the drag filling my lungs. My garter straps hung down lazily, tickling my thighs, as they awaited their purpose. Music thumped rapidly, and whoops of delight resounded through the hall. The dressing room door swung open; a small, but curvaceous woman behind it.

Her eyebrows were tweezed to perfection, eyes deeply shadowed, eyelashes false and curled into large feathery swoops; her mouth was like a plump strawberry. I’d always harbored a mild curiosity about how it tasted.

“Mary, you’re up in 10 minutes. I want you at the curtain in five," Cristella said, her hispanic accent thick.

“Is that a new corset?” I asked. Cristella turned me around, and yanked the laces of my corset together. Thank god I haven’t needed to breathe for the last 150 years, I thought. I floated a small influence her way. Gentler, please. She complied, unwittingly. They always do.

I don’t normally use my influence on people I like, but I’m far too hungry to risk her pinching me with this corset. I couldn’t forgive myself if I lost control. She was far too kind to die a death that violent.

“It is. This papí chulo I’ve been seeing said he wanted me to wear it for him. Maybe he’ll tip better," she said, carefully pulling the slack out of the lower half of my corset. I placed my hands over my belly, holding everything in place.

“What’s the crowd looking like?” I tucked the ties away. She jutted a hip out, and began counting off on her impeccably manicured fingers.

“The usual crowd. Old Man Carraway, that one divorcee who drinks like a fish. College kids. Oh, there’s also these dudes in silver masks. Low-key kind of demonic. And some weird guy in like, face paint? He’s painted up like a calavera. I figured they came from that concert that was in town. You know, the one that church was protesting? Say they like worship Satan or something?”

“Sounds about right." I bent down to attach my straps to the garters of my stockings.

“They’re probably here for a private room, so I figured I’d put you on now. You’re good at handling the weirdos." Cristella giggled, watching me struggle to get the backs of my stockings attached. She and I broke into fits of giggles, as she chased me in circles, trying to help me attach my stockings.

“Let me get that. Hurry up and get on stage!” she said, giving me a playful smack on the ass. I pranced out of the room, trying to avoid her grasping mitts.

“Hey! No bruising the merchandise!” I giggled, linking arms with her as we strutted backstage, perfectly in step with one another. She grabbed the microphone from Mike the Mic Guy, gave me a wink, and stepped through the curtain.

“Aaaaand we’re back! Now, this next lady I’ve got lined up for you is quite a treat. She’s as pale as cream, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, and will definitely step on you. Well, she might if you tip well. For legal reasons, we can’t call her “Elvira,” so I guess we’ll settle for… MOTHER! MARY!” That was my cue. I sauntered through the curtain, my hips moving like a figure eight. I moved across the stage, “Lullaby” by the Cure playing. I always chose various genres of rock for my acts. Not that I have anything against the other girls’ music choices… but there’s only so much female rap you can play in one night. As I began to dance, I noticed the group that Cristella had mentioned earlier. They were sitting front and center, near the edge of the stage.

Seven of the masked figures sat around the Painted Man, as I had labeled him. Two of the masked figures seemed effeminate, and the other five seemed more masculine. They all ranged in different shapes and sizes. Maybe the masks are a fetish thing? Cristella did say that they came from a concert… Something about them seemed off. I did a swing around the pole, dropping into a fireman, trying to catch a scent. It was a whirlwind of scents, none of them too out of the ordinary. Except the beefy one. He smelled like midnight. I don’t know how to explain it. What really caught my interest though was the Painted Man. Specifically, his eyes. One of them was grey, the iris almost black. The other eye had a pale, white iris. It suited him, and it was beautiful, in an eerie way. Those eyes looked at me, as I danced around the stage, and they knew me. If I had a working heart still, it would be racing.

As Robert Smith crooned, I descended the stairs of the stage as sensually as one could in Pleaser heels, making my way to the Painted Man. If I wanted to know what these people were, I’d have to get a closer look. The Painted Man patted one of his legs with a gloved hand, and cocked his head to the side. I took the invitation, but not before I teased him. I crouched between his legs, running my hands up his thighs. As I rose, I walked my hands up his thighs, bringing my face closer to his. His breath graced my skin, smelling faintly of licorice. As he leaned in, for what I could only assume was a kiss, I rose again, strutting over to one of the masked beings. It was the smaller of the male ones. I sat in his lap, letting him run his hands over me as I began to grind on his lap. His growing erection told me I was going to have a busy night.

“Your boss is a little too eager," I whispered, getting a good whiff of him. He smelled faintly of smoke. I put my hands on his chest, trying to keep my balance. No heartbeat.

“What makes you think he’s my boss?” The being asked petulantly. He grabbed onto my waist, as he began to grind with me. I moved his hand to the small of my back, and leaned back in a dip. The being ran his other hand over my belly, in between my breasts, and up to my throat, bringing me back up to his masked face.

“You’re the one wearing a uniform." I darted my tongue out to lick my lips. What is he? My mind raced as I tried to run through every supernatural creature I’d ever known. But then I heard it. I barely even understood it. All I picked up was price and one night. It was Ghoulish. The taller female ghoul was asking about what I can only assume was my hourly rate. Most strip clubs in this part of Vegas were just fronts for brothels. However, it’s hard to sell the idea of prostitution to Mid-Western vanilla tourists. So most of my income was made from stripping. I usually had one or two clients I went to bed with a night. It wasn’t very stable, but then again, I had less expenses than the average stripper, considering my “condition."

“Tell your friend my basic hourly rate is $500. My Ghoulish isn’t any good." I stood up, and made my way to the female ghoul’s lap.

“How do you know Ghoulish?” she asked, a bit of surprise in her tone. I bent over in front of her, shaking my ass for her. She put a couple of bills in the waistband of my panties, punching my previous ghoul in the arm. He forked over some cash as well.

“I’m not human. I’ll leave it at that," I said, stuffing the cash into the top of my corset. Dear lord… All hundreds… The female ghoul rubbed my thighs, turning me back around slowly, so as to admire my ass.

“Could we get a room after your number? I think a private dance is in order," she said, in broken Ghoulish. I nodded, and as if on cue, the lights and music began to fade out. As I began to walk back up the stairs to the stage past the Painted Man, his hand darted forward to smack my ass. God, it really is not the night for this shit. My more animalistic nature took over, and before I could stop it, a hiss left my lips. As if of their own accord, my fangs sprung painfully through my gums. I heard a snap, and looked over to see the largest ghoul stand up. He shook his head. Thank god the lights were low. Embarrassed, I covered my mouth, and made my way across the stage.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Mike the Mic Guy asked, handing a mic to Cristella. I still had my hand over my mouth. Cristella looked worried.

“Are you okay Mary? I can get you some tea if you’re keyed up." I shook my head.

“Please get a room ready. The Freak Parade wants a private dance," I said as I walked away, silently cursing myself. Once back in the dressing room, I threw open the mini-fridge I normally kept padlocked. I looked to the last bottle I had left in my stash. Hopefully it hasn’t clotted, I thought, throwing the bottle back. This wouldn’t end my thirst, but it would certainly quell the burning in my throat. You nearly lost it. You need to bag one of these stupid fucks tonight, or else. I hadn’t had a bad case of blood lust in decades, but the combination of winter holidays, my strict schedule, and FOSTA-SESTA had really cut off my food supply.

The door opened, and Cristella came in with a cup of tea. She looked at the flask in her hand and cocked a brow.

“And you didn’t offer to share. What is that? Cuervo? Henny?” she said, reaching for the flask. I shook my head, and put it back in the fridge, closing the padlock.

“It’s cough syrup. I keep it under lock and key because of that bitch Ronnie. She’s not fooling anybody. You ever see how much her hands shake? Too much caffeine? Yeah, right. We all know what the DTs look like." I began changing into a burgundy velvet bra and panty set, pairing it with some burgundy gloves and stockings. Finally, I found a pair of sparkly Loboutins Lydia had left me. My mind rolled back through the streets of Paris to 1991, when Louboutin opened its first salon. Lydia smiled, as I kissed her shin, helping her into the heel. She looked down at me, her eyes full of love, and the corner of her mouth hiding a kiss just for me.

“Yeah, she is pretty suspish. What happened with those weirdos out there?” Cristella interrupted my memory. I shook my head. Are you just imagining your heartache?

“Oh the big guy was just mad because I didn’t get around to him. That’s why I wanted you to get the room. Plus, I might be able to secure a nice check from these guys. They all seemed absolutely randy," I said. Cristella shook her head, giggling. The gloss in my hand made a popping noise, as I pulled the wand from the bottle. It was my favorite flavor, watermelon.

“I can ask one of the boys to sit in, to keep them from getting too handsy," Cristella said. I shook my head. It would only keep me from getting too handsy, I thought to myself. Bless her heart. I could never make a kill here. I loved the crew here far too much. Plus, I didn’t have a coven. No one to protect me when I fucked up. They kicked me out long ago. It’s the main reason I ended up in Vegas, avoiding the sun when I could, doing my best to keep a legal and convenient profession. Where else could get a job with only night shifts, and a never-ending supply of useless assholes no one cared about?

“I’ll be okay Crissy. Even if they do try something, we have a panic button in there. Don’t worry." I gave her a slimy, glossy kiss on the cheek, earning a shriek from her strawberry mouth. She batted at me, narrowly missing me as I bounded out of the room.

As I approached the bigger of our three private rooms, I noticed two of the larger male ghouls standing outside the door. All of the ghouls dressed similarly, including the female ghouls. But I now noticed the alchemical symbols dangling from their belt chains. The shorter one had a quintessence symbol, the other larger one, an earth symbol. The earth one opened the door, and the quintessence one escorted me in.

“Thank you, Aether. Back to the door with you. Come, have a seat. Dewdrop says there is more to you than meets the eye. Let me pour you a glass of wine, cara," a thick, Italian accent beckoned to me. I walked to the ottoman in the middle of the room, where I usually found myself during private dances.

“I don’t drink during work hours, love. Now, what should I call you?” I looked into the mismatched eyes of the Painted Man.

“You can call me Papa. I’m Papa Emeritus, the fourth. My close friends call me Copia, but I suppose we are not quite there yet, sí?” he said, leaning forward to take my chin in his hand. I nodded.

“While I would love to marvel at your undoubtedly exquisite body, There is some business we should take care of first, piccolina. Do you like Type O Negative?” Cue the record scratching. The dreamy look I normally adopt when with my clients evaporated.

“Excuse me?” I whispered. Papa laughed.

“The band, cara. I was going to have you dance for me later. However, you must have a preference."

“I really don’t understand what you mean," I whispered. Papa laughed again, a big booming laugh.

“I know your secret cara. The ghouls told me. One of my predecessors, Papa Nihil, told me if I were to ever come across your kind, I should try to win your allegiance. Your kind have interesting abilities, specifically the power of influence." Of course that’s what he’s after.

“I don’t do that," I said, looking down to avoid his gaze. Papa tsked.

“I think you will. The ghouls say you smell lonely. Where is your famiglia?” He asked. I shook my head. Lydia’s pained screams echoed in my ears, our last moment together wrenching my heart out of my chest decades later.

“We split because of artistic differences," I said softly. Dewdrop and his companions giggled behind me.

“Forcing people to allow you to exsanguinate them for sport is not ‘artistic differences,’” Dewdrop hissed. The other ghouls laughed. Papa shook his head, and raised a hand to silence them.

“Now now, Dewdrop. It is hard to control one’s basic nature. Sí, tesoro? Tell me, how long has it been since your last drink?” He looked at me with concern. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I knew what he saw. Weak, pathetic, useless… The words were like a disgusting mantra, swirling through my mind, angry and acidic.

“Weeks… It’s been weeks," I whispered. He tsked again. I heard the ghouls chatter amongst themselves. Their pity made me feel disgusting, like a child with sweaty, clammy hands, and odorous armpits.

“What if I told you I could offer you a job and a home? A home where you wouldn’t have to hide your nature. A home where you’d never go hungry again?” I looked up at him.

“What kind of job?” I asked. The ghouls laughed again. Papa shot them a glare.

“I would make use of your gifts occasionally. Nobody would get hurt. You would warm my bed whenever I asked. Maybe pick up a trade or two once back with the Clergy. And in turn, you would get protection, and all the blood you could ever need," he said. I finally mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. What do you have to lose? Besides, you’ve done infinitely worse things.

“You swear on your life, nobody will get hurt? Not a single person?” I asked. Papa nodded.

“I’ll do it. I’ll also require a salary as well," I said, extending my hand. Papa nodded, taking my hand in both of his.

“Anything you need, cara. But first, I think you need a drink. And then we will get the night I paid for," he said. He waved his hand towards the door, which the shorter female ghoul scurried to open. I noticed she sported a pocket chain with an air symbol.

“Bring in one of the more rosy siblings, Cumulus. I suspect our new friend will need the sustenance before we get too far into our plans for the night," Cumulus nodded, and shut the door behind her. Papa stood up, and began removing his suit jacket and gloves; rolling up his sleeves. I could see his blue veins pulsating, causing me to become aroused in a way I cannot quite explain. Involuntarily, my pussy throbbed, and my mouth watered.

“Now now, little one. Be patient. Your drink will be here soon enough. But for now, you will seal our little deal with a kiss, so to speak. On your knees," Papa ordered, gesturing to the floor. I slipped from the ottoman to the floor, crawling on all fours to him. His breath hitched as I slid my hands up his thighs. I didn’t break eye contact as I unbuckled his trousers, nor when I reached into his pants to pull out his sizeable cock.

The door opened, and I heard mumbles, as well as a struggle, and a thud. Of course, both my hands and mouth were preoccupied. I watched Papa intently as I sucked him off. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth slack, and his hands threaded into his hair, as he let out an ungodly moan. I kitten licked his frenulum, stroking his shaft, earning another moan. He bucked his hips into my throat. Sit still, I whispered in the back of my mind. Papa grabbed my hair, and pulled me off his cock.

“Never again, my little bat. Continue," he said, grabbing either side of my face as he began to fuck my throat rigourously. Someone behind me cleared their throat. I wasn’t able to look up, due to my current predicament.

“Can’t you see I’m busy, Cirrus? What is it?” Papa let out a grunt, as his cock twitched in my mouth. I began to fellate him with my hands, wrenching more breathy sighs and groans from him. Within seconds, his warm seed was flooding my throat. I heard Dewdrop cheer, and then a slap, which I assumed was a high five. Papa rolled his eyes and smiled, as I dabbed away the bit of cum that had spilled over my bottom lip.

“Just in time. I needed something to wash down all that salt," I stood, and walked over to the person Cumulus and Cirrus stood in front of. It looked like a plumper woman. She was wearing what looked like a nun’s habit, her red ringlets spilling out from under her wimple.

“All for you cara. Come find me when you have finished your meal," Papa walked out, which left me with the ghouls and my prey. Dewdrop, and the other male ghoul, who sported a water symbol, helped the little nun onto the couch.

“You’re going to let me fuck that tight ass later, right? Nearly busted watching you and Copia earlier," Dewdrop said to me, softly enough for just me to hear. I giggled and nodded, batting him away after he began nibbling on my neck. He patted my ass, and began to pull the wimple from the nun’s head.

“I’ve got this. Why don’t you and the rest of the ghouls get started? I’ll be done pretty quickly." Dewdrop nodded.

“C’mon, Rainy. Come play with my cock, while we watch Mary drink," The water ghoul nodded, grabbing Dewdrop’s hand. I turned my attention back to the nun. She began to stir. I pushed back her hair.

“This is going to hurt a little bit. But I will make this quick and painless. You deserve an easy death." The nun, barely awake, nodded, and turned her head. I cradled her head, and brought her throat to my mouth. With a final kiss to her soft, peachy flesh, I sank my teeth into her throat, not letting a single drop of her blood go to waste.

It felt like drinking water after being stuck in a desert for a week. Her blood was sweet, clean, and thick, and it quenched my thirst quickly. Her body began to go limp in my arms, and her skin turned cold. It’s still not enough. I had to force myself to stop. Never drink the last drop. It might just be the last thing you do, my old mentor’s voice reminded me. I let the little nun drop back to the couch, and turned to face the ghouls. Cirrus sat with Cumulus, each with a hand in the other’s pants. Rain was bobbing his head up and down slowly, as Dewdrop played with his hair. Dewdrop looked up at me.

“Hot," he said. Cirrus nodded, and refocused her attention on Cumulus. Rain moaned, causing Dewdrop to hiss. I looked at them all, lust clouding my gaze.

“Make room. It’s my turn," I said. Dewdrop pulled my mouth to his, not fazed one bit by the blood coating my lips. Cirrus began to explore the space between my thighs with her long, gorgeous fingers. Rain held my hair, kissing and nipping at my neck. A girl really could get used to this...

Hours later, after all of the ghouls had had their turn, even the two from the door, I was back in the dressing room. I opened the envelope the earth ghoul, Mountain, had handed me on the way out. My eyes grew like saucers as I counted the money inside. I had only expected eight grand; two hours, eight clients, multiplied by $500. But as I counted, I realized I had 15 grand in my hands. The door opened, breaking my wealth-induced trance. It was Papa.

“If you would really like the job, come to this address in two weeks. Bring only what you must. Put everything else in storage," he said, handing me a card. I was confused.

“Why two weeks?” I asked. Papa smiled.

“Because it’s polite, cara. Don’t forget your letter of resignation."

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This is the first thing I've wrote in years! I hope you all enjoy it! A special thanks to @gasolineghuleh for all of their help!

[zodiyack]

Trusting You To Trust Yourself

Requested by anon: Hi! Omg your writing is so lovely 😍 is there any chance I could request Kol biting and feeding from his girlfriend for the first time? Maybe with some smut if you’d indulge us? ♥️

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut, very smol angst, fluff, blood, slight blood kink?

Words: 1,132

Summary: (See Request)

Note: Second time writing smut. Sorry if it sucks, I had a friend proofread it and they said it’s good so I’m trusting them lmao 😅

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​

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At first, it was the gentleness. He kissed every inch of her body, not leaving any part forgotten. He smiled to himself as he relished in her sweet moans. They encouraged him, and he loved it.

Then, it was his hesitancy. The way he paused, breathing heavily, before going for an action. The way his actions slowed the faster his breathing got. Y/n wanted to tell him it was okay, but she didn’t quite get what was bothering him. Was it her? God, she hoped not.

But what finally clued her in was when she caught a glimpse of his face during one of his nervous halts. The veins under his eyes weren’t that hard to see, plus, it did explain quite a bit. She grabbed his chin and lifted his face to look at her.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry. I get it, you’re hungry...” Y/n bit her bottom lip as the idea came to her mind, “We could try something...if you’d like?”

Kol pushed himself up. His lips met hers in a hungry passion. A string of salvia connected their mouths as they pulled away, Kol watching it with amusement. “And what is this idea you have mind?”

His smile fell and he averted his eyes. “I could hurt you.”

“No, I don’t think you would.”

“Y/n, I can’t control myself. I could kill you!” Though his voice rose with a tone similar to anger, she understood that he was just warning her. Kol was known to be uncontrollable and murderous, but she knew deep down that he wouldn’t hurt her. That he couldn’t even if he had tried.

“Listen to me, my love.” Her hands guided his face back to hers, her e/c orbs searching his. “If I thought you’d hurt me, I wouldn’t have suggested it. I know you, and I know you wouldn’t try to hurt me. I know you couldn’t hurt me. All I’m asking is that you trust me. That you trust yourself.”

He thought for a moment before dropping the conversation, leaving her without an answer. “How about we just say fuck it, pun intended, and get on with it, hm?”

Leaning on the hand above her shoulder, Kol guided himself into her, both letting out a whimper that quickly turned into moans. She closed her eyes tightly as she adjusted. Although he hadn’t even started moving, Kol nudged her gently, “Open your eyes, love. I wanna see what I do to you.”

Y/n giggled and did as he’d asked, eyes meeting his; as soon as the two made eye-contact, they felt the sexual-hunger grow. Her legs struggled to stay around him as he started to fuck into her. Kol smirked at her, one of his hands grabbing ahold of the leg under it and holding it to his hip.

Both of their mouths fell slightly ajar as he thrusted harder, her pulsing walls tightening around him. Her hand traveled to his head, bringing it down and slamming her lips into his as his hips surged forward. His pace quickened and he dropped her leg, bringing his hand back down beside her head.

Despite the constant urge to snap them shut, his eyes never left hers. It was like he was a mind reader; his mouth opening as soon as the thought entered her mind. "Don’t you dare touch that pretty little cunt. Not yet.”

“What will you do if I do it anyways?”

He growled, hips snapping harder. “I know what you’re doing.” Kol nipped below her ear, “Don’t.” As her hand began to fall between them, Kol snatched it and held it above her head. The veins under his eyes began to darken, “I told you not to do that.”

“Feed on me.”

Kol blinked. His hips slowed to a stop and his eyes narrowed at her. “What?”

“Feed on me.” She repeated herself with a shrug.

“I-” Y/n cut him off with a kiss, lifting her hips to start again. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

He breathed in slowly, then nodded. His pace was slower this time; more sensual. With the feeling of his cock inside her slick cunt moving slowly, she found it harder to keep her eyes open, but Kol didn’t mind this time. He nodded and bit his lower lip, separating their eyes to allow his to travel from her face to her breasts and then to where their bodies connected.

The moans leaving Y/n’s mouth were less loud and quick this time. The erotic sounds were slower. Sexier, if you will. The passion never once died out. The fire inside them from just minutes ago was still there, riding in the act of love.

Desire was what Kol felt when he brought his eyes back up to her face, smiling at her closed eyes and open mouth. Her head was tilted back from pleasure, giving him an open shot at her neck. The desire he felt wasn’t just for her body. Her neck was wide open, and he was dying to know what she tasted like.

Slowly, his face crept closer to her neck until his fangs had been sunken into her soft flesh. His thrusts gained speed only slightly, giving him more room as her head went back into her pillow more. Her mouth fell open as she scratched down his back lustfully.

Kol took a moment to himself, pausing like he had done just prepping himself and Y/n. He trusted himself only because she put her trust in him. He moaned into her neck as the warm blood filled into his mouth steadily, her walls growing tighter with each thrust.

“Kol-” He was ready to pull away, but her hand pushed his head back down. She was yelling his name as her other hand dug into his skin. The feeling of the pain made him hiss, but it mixed with the pleasure made both their eyes roll to the back of their head. “F-faster.”

He licked where he’d bitten, sucking little bruises around it. “As you wish, darling.” His accent thickened seductively when he spoke. Just as he’d promised, the knot in her stomach loosened more and more as his hips came in contact with hers.

The sound of skin on skin, tangled with the grunts and moans, was growing in speed by the second. Y/n swore as the knot in her gut snapped, her legs, and cunt, finally getting the perfect grip.

As their heavy breathing became the only sound in the room, Kol pulled out of Y/n and lied beside her. She leaned on her side to talk to him, “See? You did it.” She kissed him lovingly. “You did it.”

Kol smiled. Everything that had happened finally occurred to him, all of which included his mid-sex feeding. She was right. “I did it.”

[mythicamagic]

“If i asked you to stay, would you?” Please ❤️

Decided to do a continuation of - this drunk Kagome prompt

Also, all prompts have been posted to Ao3, fanfiction.net and Dokuga if anyone wants to read them there ^^

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Inserting a spare key into the lock, Sesshoumaru casually let himself into Kagome’s apartment the next day around noon after hearing a loud groan answer his knock. 

Stepping over some discarded heels and shedding his human glamour mid-step, he found Kagome messily sprawled over her bed. 

Blue eyes cracked open, and she winced. 

“Sesshoumaru...I think I’m dying.”

“I did tell you to drink water before passing out,” he intoned flatly, lifting a bag of food from Zubway into view. 

Kagome groggily sat up, rubbing her head and sighing. “You did, huh? Was I really bad?”

“The usual amount of drunk, I’d say,” thin lips quirked as he left to grab some water, bringing a full glass back. 

Kagome accepted it, along with a painkiller. “Thank you so much. You’re the absolute best.”

Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes flickered. They strayed away, and he fell quiet as they both dug into their food. Kagome barely had the stomach for it, but forced herself to eat, knowing it would make her feel better in the long run. She managed half of her sandwich, before leaning back against her pillows with a hungover sigh. 

“You know...I think some things are coming back to me,” she mumbled, squinting. 

Sesshoumaru hummed, hardly expecting anything miraculous to be remembered. 

Kagome blanched after a moment, blue eyes widening. “D-did I...say something weird about your butt?”

A wicked smirk came to his lips, delighting in her humiliated whine of defeat. 

“Oh nooo- go on. Lay it on me.”

“This one seems to recall you wanting to bite my ‘cute butt.’”

“Nooooo!” she fell face first into her pillow, the noises coming out muffled. 

“And then you wished to lick me-”

The sounds of embarrassment rose higher. 

His tone dropped into a low whisper, “you also said that you loved me.”

Kagome’s head rose, fumbling with her dishevelled hair, “hm? What was that last one? Your voice was too quiet.”

“I said you wanted to lick honey from my person-”

“Nooooooooo!”

Smirking, Sesshoumaru rose from the bed to dispose of their trash, glancing at her rumpled form furtively from the corner of his eye. 

It was for the best. If she’d really meant it, then surely Kagome would’ve told him by now. The only reason he kept his own silence was because of how fragile it all felt. 

Because this- spending easy time with her- being her companion, all of it was more than enough. The inuyoukai had been alone for so many years, by design of course. Only a select few were permitted close.

Ultimately, his relationship with Kagome Higurashi was too precious to be mishandled. If he confronted her- only for the miko to become awkward around him, he couldn’t...take it. 

Sesshoumaru reached down, hooking his claws under the strap of her tight black dress that had slipped decadently off one shoulder, staring into her eyes- mascara smudged on her lashes. “You should change out of the clothes you wore last night,” he said softly.

Kagome blinked, reddening a little. Eventually she gave a nod, watching him walk to the threshold of her door. 

“Sesshoumaru?”

He paused, “hn?”

“Was there something else? Any other odd things I might’ve said?”

Turning to face her, he couldn’t quite keep the intrigue from his voice. “Such as?”

“...I dunno, but…” Kagome chewed on her bottom lip maddeningly. His chest flared, hunger rising in his throat. Fangs ached. She was such a tease- no- he shook himself firmly. 

“If any stuff I said when I was drunk made you uncomfortable, we could talk about that.”

“None of it made me uncomfortable.”

“I guess you are pretty difficult to embarrass,” she mumbled, bowing slightly. “But still, I’m sorry for any trouble I caused.”

Sesshoumaru smiled slightly, assuring her, before continuing out of the room. A sense of missed opportunity heavily pervaded the air as he let out a slow exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Foolishness.

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The next time she got drunk was strangely two nights later, which was very odd in itself. Kagome did not drink so frequently. 

And especially not alone. 

“Come overrr,” she’d slurred down the phone. “We can have a sleepover!”

Sesshoumaru’s claws bit into the leather of his armchair, considering this, “I do not think that wise-”

“I’m gonna run through the halls, naked~”

“I will be right there,” he grunted, hanging up.

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Her apartment lay on the fifth floor, and when Sesshoumaru reached her door, hearing nothing from inside- a sense of disquiet filled him with dread. 

Kagome was a happy drunk. She was a stupid fool who loved everyone and showered them with affection. 

Finding her inside sitting on the sofa- with the glassy look of unshed tears in her dark eyes, Sesshoumaru stopped and wondered how well he even knew her at all.

She collapsed into his arms the second he offered them. 

Making low noises of comfort, Sesshoumaru lifted the miko onto his lap, combing deadly claws through her hair. 

“What ails you?” he rumbled, kissing her behind the ear. He then winced, reminding himself not to take liberties with her person.

“I-I feel so happy,” Kagome sobbed, clinging tight around his shoulders.

Sesshoumaru blinked, rubbing her back in soothing circles using his large palm. “That is an issue?”

“It is!” she wailed, hiding her face. “B-because, I feel so guilty for it, all the time...all the time,” the words trailed off into a whisper.

“Why, miko?”

“Because I loved Inuyasha…and you’re his brother,” she breathed. “Because I miss my friends, but if someone asked me to give you up in order to see them again- I...I couldn't.”

Her grip tightened around him, shoulders shaking.

“And because -when we’re doing friend stuff, I don’t think of you as a friend- well I do-” she stumbled over her words. “Only I- I can’t help but hope for more. Wishing- and that’s not fair! It’s not fair to you! I never...thought I’d be happy again after the stupid bone well shut, but you fill me with...joy.”

Kagome stared at him suddenly, her face much too close. 

Before Sesshoumaru could react, or do much of anything since he was already rendered speechless by her chatter- she’d pressed her soft lips to his. The action sent him reeling. His attention focused razer sharp on the sensation- of the tight grip she kept on his clothes. How she trembled with want of him. 

Sesshoumaru inwardly purred, feeling a glow light up inside him.  He reached for her hair- before she abruptly pulled away. 

“And I just really think your butt is cute! I wanna grab it so bad that I feel like I’ve turned into Miroku! I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he panted, a strange warmth dusting his cheeks. “Is this why you only tell me such things when you’re drunk? You’re too ashamed to say them in the cold light of day?”

“Guess so. You’re so smart,” she slurred, resting her cheek against his shoulder and tiredly booping his nose. “Love you.”

“Hn, so you have mentioned,” Sesshoumaru uttered, casting his frazzled mind back. “Many times.”

But now a sense of understanding filled his rattled senses, and his own fears were swiftly being laid to rest. 

Kagome hugged him tight, and Sesshoumaru returned it, cradling her close.

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” she murmured.

Midsummer eyes slid shut, confessing a very real truth. “I would do anything you asked of me, miko.”

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When Kagome rose that morning, clinging to his solid body tightly and lifting her head to meet his gaze, Sesshoumaru cupped her cheek. 

“Sesshoumaru, what-? Mmfh?!”

A warm mouth fiercely crashed into hers, arms wrapping around her. She tasted terrible, and the kiss was sloppy- not at all perfect. He adored it anyway the second she tentatively kissed back- touching his hair gingerly.

She’d been like him, he realised, purring with satisfaction as he deepened the kiss, hitching her thigh over his waist. Too afraid to pursue anything, for fear of harming what they had. 

Grabbing Kagome’s hand, Sesshoumaru forced it to the curve of his ass, permitting her to grope it. She could bite it if she wanted, he hardly cared. She squeaked, eliciting a devilish smile against her mouth.

He wanted to reassure her. He wanted her to know that she didn’t need to get drunk anymore to permit herself to love him. She could confess her deepest desires and he’d listen to each and every one.

Kissing her hard, Sesshoumaru inhaled her scent and dragged his lips across her cheek, hissing lowly in her ear;

“I love you too, foolish woman.”

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

MAKE YOU SCREAM

Pairing | Lucien Castle x Reader

Warnings | smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f reviving), swearing

Word count | 1085

Summary | Lucien made a bet with you that he could make you scream

"Fuck, Lucien." You moaned, hands grabbing your tits desperately, legs thrown over his shoulders as his tongue drove you through another orgasm. He pulled away smirking, his thick fingers still buried to the knuckle in your cunt, never relenting as you moaned and squirmed.

"Told you I could make you scream." He threw out with a wink, his smug expression never faltering as you threw your head back with a particularly loud moan with another release.

It all started with a stupid bet. You were cocky enough to believe he would go through with it, but here you were - laying sprawled over his king-sized bed, eyes rolling and back arching in pleasure as he brought you orgasm after orgasm.

You lent against the bar, chin propped on your hand as you bent forward slightly, cleavage on display and legs crossed elegantly as Lucien chided away.

"There is no way a girl would pick you over me." Klaus teased, taking a big pull of his drink before setting the now-empty glass on the hard wood counter. Lucien cocked a brow.

"Oh yeah? When was the last time you made a girl scream?" Lucien jeered and Klaus' smirk grew, a puff of laughed escaping him as she shook his head.

"Why don't you ask this little one." Klaus said with a smug expression, gesturing towards you pitched beside him at the bar. Lucien took the time to look you up and down, his brows raising as his tongue poked out to smooth over his bottom lip. When both men proceeded to look at you but neither spoke, you took it as a hint it was your turn.

You were Klaus' bitch, if you like. He paid you to fuck him, and you would be more than happy to let him, for free. Your ultimate goal was to be turned, but Klaus insisted you would need 'strengthening up a bit' first. He wasn't particularly protective of you, as he saw you more as a stress relief and mid-night booty call than anything else.

"No-one can make me scream like Niklaus." You purred, leaning forward even more, tongue darting out to wet your lips seductively, a lustful fire burning in your eyes with mischief. Lucien lent forward too, his chin now propped up by his hand, too, mimicking you.

"Oh really?" He inquired, intrigued.

"Really." You confirmed, sitting back and up straight again. Lucien seemed to ponder for a moment.

"So, old friend, do you reckon it'd be okay if I took your lovely...lady for a spin? Maybe, we can test her theory." Lucien proposed, attention now on Klaus. Klaus sat back with a smile, eyes trained on his hands knowingly as he spun his glass.

"Well, shed not mine, per say. Do what you like, mate, just make sure you don't break her completely." Klaus approved, standing from his chair and starting to walk off. He turned around before he could get too far, adding, "oh, and do tell me who the winner is, sweetheart." Klaus said to you, throwing you a wink before adorning his coat and graceful walking off.

Lucien slowly pulled his fingers from you, maintaining eye contact as he slowly licked them clean, moaning around them as he tasted you.

"Fuck, you taste good, darling." He praised, his thick accent making arousal pool at your core almost instantly. Lucien stood, stripping out of his dress shirt and trousers, making quick work of shedding from his boxers and climbing over you. "Now, to make you really scream." He murmured, eyes bright with lust and he teased your entrance with his cock, running the tip through your folds before slipping the head into your begging hole.

You whined, making to grab onto Lucien but he hand other plans, collecting your wrists in his hand and holding them over your head. You were completely at his mercy, and the throat made you groan hornily.

"So...fucking...tight." He half moaned, half groaned, pushing into you inch by inch, stretching his walls deliciously around his cock. He withdrew slowly, until only his tip remained before slamming into you, hitting your cervix and making you cry out. His pace soon picked up, his pelvis smacking into yours ever time his hips snapped forward. He fucked you deep, the original burn of the stretch fading into pure pleasure as he pounded you.

You moans were loud, desperate, pleading. His grip on your wrists soon disappeared, his arms resting either side of your head, caging you in. Yours reached for his shoulders, your nails taking down his biceps and drawing blood which soon healed over. His lips dipped you your neck, sucking and licking until it was scattered with purple and red marks.

The bus teeth sank into you. At first you screamed in pain, shock. But after a moment it turned to pleasure, need. It felt so good, so exhilarating, having his fangs sunk into your neck as his dick thrusted ruthlessly into your pussy. He pulled away, having taken only enough blood to get a taste, the red liquid running from his lips and over his chin, purple-grey veins trickling down his cheeks. He smashed his lips to yours, hungrily, passionately, violently. It was all teeth and tongue, clashing and banging as you swallowed each others moans.

He pulled away, his hand snaking around your throat and squeezing lightly, resting the waters. When you moaned in response he smirked, tightening his grip so you struggled to breathe. His other hand made its way down to your clit, flicking the swollen nub a few times - sending your hips jolting up into his - before running his thumb over it in tight circles.

Your orgasm crashed over your, your back arching up and a scream so loud ripping from your throat it could have been mistaken for someone being murdered. Lucien kept going, chasing after his own release and soon getting there with how tight your walls were squeezing him.

He slowly pulled out, marvelling at how his cum leaked out of you as you payed there, utterly knackered and panting. He flopped down on the bed desire you, pressing sloppy kisses to the side of your neck before nibbling on your earlobe.

"I think I won." He smirked in your ear.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Fangs

Commission for anonymous who wanted Cryptane with a side helping of Vampire!Crypto getting nailed by his bf due to a high on being champions.

Summary:  Crypto is a vampire. He gets the urge to feed mid being fucked by Octane. So he lets him and they both get a kick out of it. Octane just holds Crypto's head so lovingly to his neck as he takes mouthfuls of his lover's blood. They both cum and then Crypto legs go and is a blubbering mess of "thank you" to Octane

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Fandom: Apex legends

Relationship: Crypto/Octane

Warnings: NSFT/R18, Both Crypto and Octane are cis, anal, dick piercings, piercings galore on Octane, blood, vampire!Crypto, vampire feeding, sharp fangs, dirty talk, and ofc Peach not being able to speak a lick of Spanish so we Hope for the best.

Words: 3.1K

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Crypto never thought he’d fall in love- let alone with someone quite as full of energy and recklessness as Octavio.

Personally, he’d always been more of a loner, liking his own company over others’ and never having a need to indulge in such things as love and romance. Besides familial, that is. Not that he felt like he would outlive his partner or other cliché things such as that. Just that, well, he was comfortable alone.

So, you can imagine when Octavio Silva came literally running into his life at mach 5 speeds that all of the feelings that overwhelmed him in that moment would be stressful.

Getting into the blood sport known as the Apex Games was a difficult process even for someone as him who had studied technology for years. With different species of humanoid beings, you probably wouldn’t expect a vampire of all beings to be interested in participating in such a sport, and yet. He had his reasons.

Reasons to stay were completely different now. To want to be at the top of his games so sponsors would flood in and be interested, keep him a well-known person in the games.

Because now, now Octavio was a part of his life. And the apple of his eye for quite some time.

~Rest under the cut~

When feelings had arisen for the infamous daredevil, Crypto had been interested in what was to come from them. Digging a bit deeper into Octavio’s life wasn’t hard, the man was rather open. Not to mention finding news articles about a daredevil that used a grenade to cross the finish line wasn’t exactly hard to find. Then his social media, from him posting pictures with his ‘best friend’ Ajay to whatever he was doing at the current moment.

Maybe spending three hours looking at all of his social media and smiling over his pictures wasn’t a smart thing of Crypto to do, considering he was trying to AVOID the romance aspect. And yet...

Well, now they were a couple, so really, who knows what would have happened if he didn’t get flustered every time he saw Octavio’s banner up on the mountains. Or even watching him cheer and hoot on the drop ship in excitement for a match to begin.

Loving Octavio Silva was easy, but loving his habits was learned. Such as his messy dorm, or how he sometimes forgot to eat and if he did eat, he’d binge eat. Or if he ate a specific spicy food he adored, his scent would change and it would make Crypto make a face. And in turn, make his boyfriend laugh teasingly.

Another thing was asking Octavio to change his piercings from silvers to golds. Which wasn’t a hard request, especially when Crypto had outright offered to buy them for him anyway. But when Octavio had laughed and wiggles his brows, asking if Crypto knew how many he needed, well. Crypto had turned pink at the cheeks and pushed him away.

The next day, Octavio sported gold and Crypto could comfortably kiss him without the burn of a silver piercing on his tongue.

They were a comfortable couple. That much Crypto was thankful for. To the point when he’d get hungry, he’d no longer have to get a blood bag, but could use Octavio instead.

Of course, within limitations.

The beauty of blood bags was there was no worry of killing something, most vampires used that form to stop cravings of hunting as well. Though, the cold blood was the equivalent of eating a frozen dinner for humans.

Being bonded that way meant Crypto was in tune with Octavio’s scent. Could smell him a mile away, literally. Which was an issue in matches when they weren’t paired up.

Because Octavio could feel the pin prickles of doom and gloom hanging over him as he was stalked by the man he loved most.

Daredevil that he was, Octavio often liked the rush of being hunted. Something Crypto found enjoyable was when his partner would give him a run for his money. Darting into the planet of Talos through the thick plants and using his stim to get away quicker. All while Crypto was hot on his heels in search of his next meal.

It didn’t help that Octavio was a masochist, getting off fangs and teeth sinking into his neck and strong arms holding him in place.

All these thoughts are what go through Crypto’s head at a game well done. Wraith, himself, and Octavio were the winners. The banshee known was Wraith had eagerly celebrated with her own girlfriend, getting enveloped in the arms of Bangalore who had pouted at her teasingly for knocking her early on in the game.

Octavio’s energy is always high right now. Crypto could hear his partner’s pulse loud in his own ears, and when his eyes casually slide to look at him, he watches with great delight as Octavio celebrates.

Octavio is excitedly talking to the journalists who like to interview. All while running in place or bouncing, having to work out his energy as he talks animatedly with his hands. Crypto can’t help but watch from the sidelines, leaning in the hall with his head against the wall. Sweeping his eyes over his frame and lingering far too long on his tight shorts.

He bites his own bottom lip, feeling his sharp fangs dig lightly at the plush flesh there.

He wouldn’t last the night.

--

There’s a celebratory night out via the second and third placing teams. Elliott and Crypto naturally butt heads due to either instinctive nature. Elliott’s wolfish eyes and charming grin don’t change the fact he’s a lycanthrope who had sniffed around his territory of Octavio too often. Something Crypto didn’t take a liking to until Elliott made it clear as day he had a thing for Bloodhound. Someone Crypto was sure was a demi-god of sorts with the way they held themselves.

Naturally, Octavio is down for a night out. Encouraging Crypto with his mask pulled down around his neck and goggles up on his head. Resting on the fluffy green and black streaked mohawk. “Come on, babe! A little night out would be fun- I'll let you watch me dance, eh?” Speaking in a teasing tone, grin on his lips and a smile in his eyes. It doesn’t help his cuteness when he does a goofy dance move as a ‘teaser’.

How could Crypto say no?

It’s how he ends up sitting at a table. Dressed in tight black jeans, a low cut loose white t-shirt and his signature jacket. Watching Octavio excitedly talk from across the table with friends.

Octavio dressed in a black crop top with some matching black shorts that had a more punk vibe with the rips on them. Cinched at the tops of his prosthetics to not get in the way. Thrown over everything he had a black and green hoodie, the hood sporting a fan-made icon for him involving a bunny with a mask matching his own. The ears protruding from the hood and flopping if he had it up.

Around his neck he’d pulled his mask down so he could have a drink or two. His mohawk ruffled and sticking up this way and that as he grinned and laughed with Bangalore who had a few drinks of her own.

Crypto watches quietly from beside Bloodhound at a respectable distance away. Elbow on the table and resting his cheek on his hand. Eyes half lidded as he watches how Octavio licks his lips, sparing glances his way and smiling brighter each time when Crypto offers a raise of one side of his lips.

But, after awhile, time seems to slow and Crypto can only focus on him and the dull thrum of a bass overhead.  

Normally the scents here overwhelmed him, but with Octavio only a little bit away, he can only smell him. The deep scent of cinnamon and other spices that lingered around him.

How he knows that Octavio can feel his eyes on him because his pulse is accelerated just like when Crypto hunts him down for fun.

Since he’s sitting in the seat across from him, Crypto makes his interest known. Pressing his combat boot between Octavio’s legs from under the table. Watching him pause for just a moment before sputtering out a reply to Wraith’s question. Tanned, freckled cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

Cute, Crypto thinks. Pressing his boot a bit harder and nudging upwards.  

He knows Octavio likes the pressure, liked the bit of a scrape when he laughs nervously and calls out, “I-I think we should- ahh- Call it a night, si? Agreed? Okay! ¿Mi amor?” Octavio’s eyes are pleading, as if begging him to quit the teasing, to just say yes and follow.

It would be easy to say no. To tease him longer. But, with Octavio’s arousal now in the air and Crypto helpless to it, who would he be to say no?

He gives a nod, being polite and offering a quick smile to everyone as they say their goodbyes. Watching as Octavio has to shimmy out and snatch Crypto’s hand before he can do anything else.

They make it to Octavio’s dorm and Crypto is promptly slammed to the door by the shorter of the two. He’s already eager, head tilted and letting Octavio smash his mouth to his own. Crypto moans in response, fisting his fingers into his mohawk to drag the daredevil closer. Letting Octavio lick into his mouth and feel the rounded piercing of gold slide over his own undecorated tongue.

Feeling Octavio’s tongue slide over his fangs and purposefully nick his tongue only makes Crypto growl. Yanking him impossibly closer. Chest to chest as he fits a leg between Octavio’s and lets him rut while he sucks on the tip of his tongue.

When they part, it’s Octavio gasping for breath. Hard in his shorts and shrugging off his hoodie so he can then push off Crypto’s jacket with a shaky laugh blossoming from his chest. “You really are a little brat, hm?” As fingers tug at Crypto’s shirt, making him move his arms to allow it to be pulled off.

Watching Octavio duck his head to kiss at his neck, Crypto can only sigh, forcing him to take a deep breath and getting his lungs full of his scent.  

Warm, spicy, delicious, wanted more, needed to be closer- needed it- needed him.

He’s drunk on his scent alone. Feeling Octavio’s hips rut against his thigh like a horny dog as he drags his fingers into his mohawk once more. Huffing with pleasure when blunt teeth sink into his neck and suck on the flesh like he could leave a hickey so easily.

Encouragingly, Crypto lets out a soft moan. Letting his head fall back against the door as Octavio bites and sucks at his neck until he’s hard in his too tight of jeans. Tugging Octavio closer by the loops on his shorts so they can grind their hips together instead. Both hard ons brushing against each other until they’re rutting like animals.

Octavio whines in his ear, nosing at his neck as they cling to each other. The dry humping effectively driving them both up a wall.

“Octavio-” Crypto chokes out, feeling him move from his neck until they’re forehead to forehead. Crypto’s eyes closed and brows furrowed as a greedy hand grabs his ass and yanks him closer. Keeping him flush to Octavio’s body so his hips can piston for just a moment or two to hump him rougher.

Both men moan in response, Crypto’s a little breathier as he tries to push and get his point across.

It’s not long before clothes are being tugged off hastily. Crypto’s on his stomach, two lubed fingers fucking inside of him as he clutches the sheets under him. Biting Octavio’s pillow as his hips rut into the bed in response to each thrust and twist of fingers.  

Behind him, he can vaguely make out dirty talk mumbled under Octavio’s breath. Some things he can’t catch, but other times it’s: “Look at you, mi amor, so greedy.” “You’re going to be so tight on my cock.” Then a tight hiss of breath when he enters with three fingers and Crypto chokes out a whine. “Fuuuck. Yeah, baby, keep making that noise.”

Crypto’s cock gives a weak jerk in reply. The scent of Octavio’s room, of Octavio behind him, of their mixed scents- it's all too much. “Just fuck me!” He finally cries out demandingly. Right as fingers curl temptingly and hit the spot in him that makes his hips jerk and his thigh muscles flex.

Octavio rolls him over after that. Fingers pulled out and wiped on his thigh. He’s achingly hard and Crypto’s mouth waters to take him. Three gold barbells lining up the underside of Octavio’s cock are always so tempting to want to lick at. Same with the ones in his nipples and the dermals on his hips.

Hands tug his hips closer. Crypto is near in a frenzy of murmuring ‘yes, yes, yes’ as Octavio strokes the vampire’s cock a few times. The head flushed red and the thickness of it resting on his abdomen and drooling pre-cum.

Thankfully, Octavio has enough sense in him. Laughing breathlessly before getting his attention. “Hey- hey do you want a condom or-?”

Before he can even finish his question about mess, Crypto violently shakes his head. Lifting his hips up eagerly and reaching for him. “No- no cum inside me- please. I want to feel you- please, please-” He’s choking on whines by the time Octavio sucks in a shaky breath, feverishly nodding in reply.

Gentle fingers brush at his hips, stroking over until they can hitch under his thighs. Pulling Crypto nice and close as one of Octavio’s hands push on his own cock to line himself up.

As he pushes in, it’s easier with the stretching and lube on his own cock. They both groan in reply as Crypto sinks down eagerly, the intimacy of the position always wanted. Strong legs hitching around Octavio’s small waist to drag him closer so he can wrap his arms around his neck.

Fucking with Octavio was always a ride. He always wanted it fast, lest Crypto say he wanted it slow or took control himself. He got too excited, humping into Crypto like a dog on his last breeding session. But, he always let Crypto adjust, even if he told him he liked the small ache he got after.

They both wait there, panting as Octavio rests an arm on one side of Crypto’s head. Lips parted to pant softly and Crypto can’t help but stare at the many beauty marks on Octavio’s face. One in particular just under his bottom lip that he felt compelled to kiss all the time.

Their breath mingles as Octavio lingers close, until Crypto can’t take it anymore and pushes his fingers into his hair. Drawing him close until he can consume the speed demon with a hot kiss. Moaning into his mouth as his own tongue licking into Octavio’s mouth.

That does the trick. Hips begin moving into him until the slide and tug becomes more of a pleasurable humping. Bodies mashed together with Octavio’s biceps quivering as he holds himself up. Fucking into Crypto harder and harder until he has to pull back for air. Head falling into Crypto’s shoulder and nestling him right against Octavio’s neck.

It’s a trap, Crypto knows this the second he places his lips in hot kisses over Octavio’s racing pulse. He’s about cross eyed from his scent so close, hearing and feeling his pulse pounding as his hips jerk up. Whimpering into Octavio’s neck and getting a hissed reply back of. “Yeah- like that?”

“Mhmm-” Is hummed from Crypto, dizzy and hypnotized as he noses at Octavio’s neck. Much like a venomous snake lining up their bite. He knows Octavio can feel him. Feeling how Octavio tilts his head eeever so slightly and his breath quickens. Hips coming to a slower pace than the headboard rocking one so Crypto can line up the perfect bite.

It happens at the same time Octavio rolls his hips deeply into him. Rocking Crypto’s frame as his piercings slide clearly over the little spot in him that makes him bite in Octavio’s flesh. A long moan exhaling from his throat, muffled by the bite in his mouth.

Warm blood immediately pools into his mouth after he parts briefly to begin sucking and licking at the wound eagerly. Hips coming up desperately to rock against Octavio’s frame that has now sped back up. Dully, Crypto can hear Octavio encouraging him. Fingers sliding into Crypto’s hair and cradling him close as weight is rested on top of him more to really fuck into him.

Both men are whining their approval to one another until Crypto parts from the bite. Lips stained rosy and some dribbling down his chin as he buries his face into Octavio’s neck with sobbed out, “Thank you- thank you- fuck-” Babbling from his lips.

Octavio can’t take it. The squeezing around his cock, the nails raking down his back, the cute man babbling into his throat like he just offered him a taste of heaven. It’s all too much.

He cums with a cry, shooting into Crypto who greedily clutches at him with his thighs to keep him inside. Huffing out whines and nuzzling at Crypto’s cheek in reply with breathed out, “Please- baby, please- too much- ah, mi amor-”

Crypto gets off on his whining. How despite cumming Octavio is still hard, squirming and thrusting his hips to milk out the last of his orgasm. Crypto isn’t too far behind, nipping at Octavio’s ear and begging him to hold on just a bit longer, just a little. “Shh, keep- ah- going. Almost there, come on, yes yes yes-”

He’s a babbling mess of encouragements as he rocks himself onto Octavio’s cock. Cumming onto his and Octavio’s abdomens with a snarl and his eyes flashing dangerously red as Octavio whimpers. Cumming too soon again in a dry, jerking orgasm.

From there, it’s both of them panting. Octavio lying on top of him, still inside and letting Crypto nuzzle at his neck. Clawed hands brushing through his fluffed up mohawk and scritching at his nape just how he likes. Colder lips kissing over the wound that has just as easily scabbed over.

It’s nice. Slow and soft. Easy.

Crypto should have expected it after a nice moment when he hears Octavio snore softly into his ear.

All he can do is snort, rolling his eyes and letting his boyfriend rest atop him.

A winning well earned.

[vergilthelibrarian]

Do you believe in fate?

Yanderish/Vampire Mark x Male!Reader

The woman collapsed onto the floor, groaning in pain.

Her hand slowly raised up to her neck, the blood gushing through her fingers.

“P-please...” she pleaded but it was no use.

The man fell to his knees, moved her onto her back, his hand gripping her side as he bent down and bit her neck, his fangs punctuating her skin once more, draining the girl of her blood.

She screamed as she tried fighting the vampire off but as he sucked on her neck, the weaker she became.

Her eyes closed as her screams quieted down, her grip on the vampire’s shirt loosened and soon her breathing stopped altogether.

~~

“Holy shit dude!” Your friend Lea came running up to you, her eyes widen.

“Did you hear about the girl that was found drain of blood last night?”

“No?”

Lea took out her phone and unlocked it.

“Look! I was reading about this all morning today!” her raspy voice said with excitement and you took her phone, reading the news article.

“I don’t get why you’re excited. Someone died.”

“I’m not excited. I’m more so interested. They say that it looked like the workings of a vampire!”

You frown slightly.

“You know vampires aren’t real.” you stated and she scoffed.

“Says who?”

“Says science.”

“Y/n!” she whined and you rolled your eyes.

“Vampires aren’t real. This is just a tragic death. That’s it.”

“Fine, whatever… You still coming to party tonight?”

“Ugh, yeah. I have nothing better to do anyway. Come on, let’s get to class. I don’t want to be late for a class I’m paying for.”

“True that.”

~~

You walked into the house and immediately went to search for Lea who had told you she was already inside the house party.

You looked around through the crowds of dancing people, quickly finding her sitting on the couch, laughing with a guy.

You walked over to her, saying hi and taking a seat next to her.

“Oh? Is this your boyfriend?” the man asked and you 2 looked at one another and laughed.

“No, we’re just friends.” she said and you nodded.

“Cool cool. I’m Taeyong.” he said introducing himself.

“Y/n.” you 3 talked to each other but as y’all did, you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand and soon found your eyes meeting with a young man leaning against the wall.

You looked away only to look back and see that he was still staring at you.

Looking away again, you went back to talking to the 2 only to still feel the eyes of the young man on you and when you glanced over to see if he was still staring at you, his eyes was still on you.

Gulping nervously, you told Lea and Taeyong that you had to use the bathroom and ran off upstairs.

Once you were away from the crowd, you searched for the bathroom, happy it wasn’t preoccupied and went in, closing and locking the door.

If there was one thing you hated, it was people staring at you. It made you uncomfortable and nervous.

As you looked into the mirror, you wondered what was up with that guy.

Did he think you were cute and didn’t know how to talk to you?

You shook your head as you unlocked the door and quickly walked out the bathroom, bumping into someone’s chest.

You blinked rapidly as you look up to see the brown eyes of the man who was staring at you.

“Excuse me.” you quietly said stepping aside and walking to the steps, heading downstairs.

You went into the kitchen to grab yourself a drink.

As you made yourself a drink, a guy came up to you.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Um, I’m Lucas.” he smiled, sticking his hand out.

“Y/n.” you smiled back, shaking his hand.

You usually saw Lucas around your campus and you knew for a fact he was apart of the frat that was throwing this party.

“I just wanted to say that you’re pretty cute. As soon as you walked in the house, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really.” he took a sip of the alcoholic drink, a smirk on his lips.

“Well, Lucas I’ll have you know that I’m not really one for small talk.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded your head.

“It is indeed so.”

You 2 were flirting but you didn’t really care or mind.

You were young, it’s not like this night was going to end any time soon…

But as soon as you thought that, a scream rang out through the house.

“OH MY GOD! HE’S DEAD!” was what you heard and suddenly the music stopped, the lights turned on and the cops and ambulance were on there way.

A young man was found in one of the bedrooms, with a bite wound on his neck.

As you, Lea, Taeyong, and Lucas stood outside, watching the body bag be rolled onto the back of the ambulance you shivered, your head turning to look behind you.

That same guy that you bumped into was staring at you and you instinctively grabbed Lucas’s hand, him looking at you in surprise but not minding the contact.

“What’s wrong?” he asked and you looked up at him.

“This guy keeps staring at me.”

“Who?”

You turn to point at the guy but he was gone.

~~

You and Lucas grew very close.

You 2 weren’t official yet but everyone practically thought the two of you were boyfriends already.

With his head in your lap, Lucas closed his eyes as you played with his hair.

You 2 were laying on your bed, watching a movie and when the movie had ended, you ended up in the position you were in now.

He sighed contently as you kissed his forehead, humming in delight.

Everything was nice… that is until a you heard your doorbell ring.

Lucas opened his eyes, whining and you giggled at him.

“Stop being a baby.” you teased only for him to whine more.

He moved for you to get up so you can go and answer the door.

When you got to the door, you looked through the peephole only to see no one there and you decided to walk away.

You were stopped mid walk when you heard your doorbell ring again, this time 3 soft knocks tapping on the door.

Turning around, you looked through the peephole and still saw no one.

Even though your brain was screaming at you not to do it, you slowly opened your door.

Looking around, you didn’t see anyone in the hallway but once you looked down, you’re eyes widen in surprise as you saw a dozen red roses on your welcome mat.

You picked them up only to gasp as a thorn pricked your finger, causing you to bleed.

You put the finger in your mouth, licking the wound as you headed back inside your apartment.

Lucas was still in the room laying down as you came in.

“Roses?”

“Yeah, someone just left these on my doorstep.” you looked at the roses, looking for a card and found a dark blue card. You took it off and opened it.

“Hmm. It doesn’t say who’s it’s from, only ‘You look nice.’”

“I don’t know how I feel about you getting roses from someone that isn’t me.” Lucas said and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Xuxi, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Uh, yes it is Y/n, especially when we’re dating!”

“We’re not even dating!” you laughed.

“Well! Well we’re dating now!” and you shook your head.

“Well, I’m gonna keep these flowers. They’re very pretty.” you smiled walking away not seeing Lucas’s pout.

~~

You woke up sweating profusely.

You got out of bed and went to open your window but was met with a rush of warm air.

Leaving your bedroom, you went out to your kitchen and got a cold glass of water, drinking the whole thing in one sitting.

You sighed as you washed your cup, scratching your arm as you walked back to your room. You were stopped as you heard 3 soft knocks on your door.

Frowning because who the hell is knocking on your door at this time of night, you walked to the door and looked through the peephole only to see the face of that guy from the party.

You froze in place because it was as though he was staring directly into the peephole.

Open the door. You heard a voice say in your mind and opened your door without a second thought.

“Hi.”

“Hello?” you were confused.

Why did you open the door for this guy? And why weren’t you slamming it in his face.

“Can I come in?”

“Why?”

The man played with his shirt sleeves, a nervous laugh falling out his mouth.

“I just want to talk with you.”

Let me in.

You moved aside and a small smile grew on his lips as he walked into your apartment.

You closed and locked the door and only then did you realize what you had done.

“Can I have something to drink?”

“Um… Sure.” you said, walking to your kitchen.

Not knowing who this man was or what he was capable of, you made him a cup of water.

You handed it to him and made your way to your living room, the man behind you as your mind wondered about what to do.

Should you call and tell Lucas? You should definitely call and tell Lucas.

Sitting on the couch, you moved a bit away as the man sat next you.

“So, umm. What do you want to talk about?”

“You.” he breathed and you nodded.

“Mhm.”

“I just… Ever since I saw you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Your smell it’s so… wonderful. I’ve never smelt something so enticing in my life.”

You made a face.

“Huh?” the man chuckled, putting the cup down onto the wooden table.

He looked around your apartment before looking back at you.

“You seem to really like books.”

“I’m sorry, what was that about me smelling enticing?”

The man ignored you.

“Did you like my flowers? I picked them out for you. Red roses are a symbol of love after all.”

“Please leave.”

The stranger shook his head.

“Oh no. No no no. I’m not going anywhere.”

You tried to get up to run but was quickly grabbed and brought back down onto the couch, gasping when you saw golden eyes staring at you.

The man pushed you down onto your couch and began kissing your neck.

You tried to push him off of you but he was just too strong.

You shivered at how cold he felt on top of you.

“N-no! Please!”

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” he whispered against your neck.

“I’m just a bit thirsty.” and you screamed as you felt him bite your neck.

His hand slammed against your mouth to muffle your screams.

As he drunk your blood, your head began pounding and you felt as though you can hear the sound of your blood being sucked out.

Your heartbeat started beating slowly and you swore you were on the verge of death.

You were shocked when the man stopped drinking your blood, your eyes closing as he breathed harshly into your ear.

“Do you believe in God Y/n?” he asked and you didn’t answer.

For one, you were too weak to answer and two, you genuinely couldn’t answer it as you didn’t know if you believed or not.

“I believe in God and I believe God led me to you for a reason... And I believe he made you for me.”

You felt cold, soft lips press against your cheek as you started fading in and out of consciousness.

“Goodnight my love.”

You fainted.

~~

You woke up on your couch, a headache pounding your head.

Then suddenly the memories of last night flooded into your mind.

You slowly sat up.

Was it a dream?

You didn’t know and as you walked into your bathroom to check your neck, you noticed how drowsy you still felt.

You looked at your neck, your eyes widening as you saw 2 puncture wounds on your skin.

No…

No that can’t be real.

Last night didn’t happen, vampires aren’t real.

You backed up, turning around and quickly walking out of your bathroom. You noticed a light pink envelope on your table and curiously went to it.

You opened it up and took the letter out, feeling goosebumps grow across your body, your mind going blank.

The letter read:

I can’t wait to see you tonight,

Love Mark.

[lavendertwilight89]

InuxKag Week 2020 Day 4--Desire

Give it to me

Rated E NSFW

May do a one-shot later of something else? @lemonlushff hella late bday present? Who knows!

@inukag-week​ @superpixie42 @lemonlushff @dangerouspompadour @keichanz @cstormsinukagblog @willowandfog @inuyashaloverforever @xfangheartx @clearwillow  @umacaking @procellaxletalis @smmahamazing @murdergiraffe @faulkner-blog @sapphirestarxx@swaggingtomboy @sarah-writes-stories @hnnwnchstr @wolverine1092

What was wrong with her??? She couldn’t not be touching Inuyasha. It had gotten to the point of embarrassment for her. She thought at that point she would wear a permanent blush on her face. Her… desires were getting the better of her. PDA was non-existent in the feudal era, hell, even in the future holding hands marked territory. Hugs were as intimate as people usually got in Japan.

And here she was… making out with her husband after having to drag him off to crash her lips to his behind Sango and Miroku’s hut. She had to have him. It wasn’t even a choice. Her blood literally called to him. Her body demanded him. Desire probably wasn’t even the right word to describe it. Lust? Need?

Either way, she had to have him. Night, day, mid-afternoon, morning, all she wanted was to… fuck. She didn’t use that kind of language at all, but that’s all she could think of to describe their heated encounters. It wasn’t that they hadn’t made love or that she thought sex was crude—but the way they engaged in those activities could only be described as ‘fucking’.

He was a half demon. A strong, sexy, dominant male. The way he would crash over her body, the way he sucked her taut nipples, the way his hands slithered and caressed her figure, his tongue diving down and swirling around her sensitive nub and Gods she couldn’t even get started on the way his cock would drive into her.

“Inu-Yasha—ughh,” she panted heatedly.

“Should we go home?” That jerk was smirking. He thought the whole thing was funny. IF she could withstand him, he would be punished… but anything she liked it when he spanked her when he had her on all fours. She deserved the punishment! Gods! What had he done to her?!

“It’s—not funny,” she gasped as his fingers had latched onto her nipples through her kimono. “Oh, please don’t stop,” she begged.

Begged. She. Kagome. Begged for him. And she thought he was supposed to be the dog in the relationship. Not to say that was derogatory—no—not at all. Because when they did things the inu way—Gods—sometimes that was her favorite way.

“Who said I thought this was funny?” Arrogant, prick, jackass, ass—she moaned louder as one of his talented hands made its way through her hakama and into her wet folds.

“Yashhhhhh,” she whined. She was trying to be quiet but was failing. Supremely.

“You wanna go home yet? Or would you prefer if I took you right here?”

“They’ll hear us,” she whispered heatedly mortified at the thought of them being caught… Mortified that it absolutely turned her on at the thought of someone catching them being intimate—and even more embarrassed that Inuyasha was well aware those thoughts had made her more aroused when his sexy fangs poked out of his mouth. Prick.

“Smells like you’d enjoy that—do you like making sure everyone knows you’re mine, Ka-Go-Me?”

“Inu—” she started to scold before her treacherous hands reached out to undo his obi. She inwardly swore at herself. Stupid desires. Stupid, sexy, God-like body, cocky, arrogant half demon.

He chuckled. The jerk actually laughed. If she wasn’t so hot and bothered, she’d ‘sit’ him. OR maybe find the laugh endearing and cute. It was a side of Inuyasha no one had really seen aside from her. Actually, if anyone else saw this side of Inuyasha, the hot-heavy-panting-brought-down-by-his-own-needs-wants-desires-for-her-by-her, she’d probably have to kill them. The jealousy for this man’s body let alone touch was unreal. She saw why he was so crazed about Koga even brushing his hand against her own.

This internal struggle had been going on for weeks—since she returned to his era and they had mated. They had ultimately decided to wait until they were married, just in case she lost her spiritual powers and for Inuyasha’s sanity. He didn’t want the villagers to blame him for ‘tarnishing’ their priestess. Kagome did make sure they all knew that she did not return to just be their priestess though; she returned to become his wife and mate.

Her powers did not fade, if anything they grew more powerful. As did his demonic aura. They trained together to control their higher energies—which was often interrupted with their need to ‘strengthen the mate bond’ as Inuyasha put it.

He had grown cocky, self-assured, and best of all carefree. The latter being the most annoying because he didn’t care how much he touched her in public. Getting her all rattled and flustered almost seemed like a game to him. She assumed it had to be some demonic instinct of ‘marking one’s territory’. What she hadn’t thought was the same desire would pour through her.

One day a group of travelers came into the village. A young woman caught eye of her husband and approached him. Her husband. Her mate. She’d never been that jealous or angry in her life. That was including when he would run off to see Kikyo. He had looked stunned and confused when the woman spoke to him in such a manner but before he could completely shake her off, Kagome did the unthinkable. Thinking about it still embarrassed her; she pulled his arm and yanked his head down to her level and kissed him. Hard. Not just a chaste kiss either. Noooooooooooo. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and made love to it. Made him groan, whimper, and pant until finally when she pulled away to stare in the eyes of the other woman, the poor thing looked… stunned. Kagome immediately took off blushing asking Kaede to take over as she had no idea what had come over her.

Inuyasha followed her into the woods hell-bent on finishing what she started. He took her roughly, as if he had a point to prove that she was the only one who made him feel that way. The way he comforted her, the way he pressed into her, holding her, cradling her, thrusting and plunging into her over and over made her body oddly relax while her coil grew tight. He made her mind foggy like a drug. All she could think of was him as he devoured her entire being.

Once she finally undid his obi and her hakama had somehow fallen open and her panties were pushed down, he knelt before her. Grabbing her leg and throwing it over his shoulder, his tongue sought out her core and gave her a hard lick. She grasped his head, careful not to grab his ears and tried to pull him further in her. The ache of not having him inside her was killing her. The blush she wore was no longer of embarrassment but of frustration. She needed him. 

“Please Inuyasha,” she moaned, daring to plead with the man kneeling before her to soothe her rampant desires to be filled with him. He rumbled his approval as she felt his fingers press at her opening and slowly glide into her.

She couldn’t stifle the gasp or cry even if she had wanted to—he did things to her she had never thought were possible. The purr he exuded, his fingers teasing her walls, filling her, his tongue and lips prodding her was too much. Her head swung and banged against the hut as she tried to take control of the situation—of where she needed his attentions to find her release. If he had not been holding her up, she surely would have fallen. Her hips were trying to grind against his mouth and after what felt like an eternity, he finally moved to her nub and brushed his fangs against it before taking it in his mouth. He latched on and sucked. Hard.

She felt her leg she was still standing on fully give out as her walls clenched around his inserted fingers tightly and wildly. Her voice was not her own as she cried out his name as she felt the warm liquid that his mouth didn’t catch seep down her leg. 

He stood quickly and held her weak body to his as he took her lips with his own. She never thought tasting herself would be as exciting and erotic as it was. Honestly, she never imagined half the things they did together. It was like taboo when she was locked in her era—she never wanted to imagine the impossible. She couldn’t allow her heart to break further.

His tongue ran up her cheek and his whimper caught her attention. She stared into the golden eyes of worry and concern. Touching her face, she hadn’t realized she had started crying. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulder and lifted her jelly-legs to wrap around his waist.

“I’m okay, I was just… I’m just so happy to be here,” she confessed before pressing her lips to his.

“I am too, you know,” he admitted as he rested his forehead against her own.

“I love you, Yash,” she said breathlessly as he filled her with his hardened length.

“Not nearly as much as I love you,” he groaned as he began thrusting into her, showing her exactly how much he desired her in return.

[thenamesseven]

Warnings: Mentions of blood, murder and swearing.

Word count: 4.3k

Despite the little struggle Chan had the other night when the two of you got incredibly closer, he had easily spent the night laying besides you while you slept peacefully, letting you cuddle up against his chest when you searched for warmth, it’s not something he could give you since he was dead but it was nothing a couple of more blankets couldn’t fix either.

The corner of his lips tilted up when you muttered something in your sleep, something you’ve done a couple of times during the whole night, and he couldn’t hold back the urge to reach down and brush some strands of your hair behind your ear so he could watch your entire face. Stunning, no matter how many hours he had spent watching you sleep tonight, Chan would never get tired of the view in front of him.

They were truly lucky for being found by you, no matter what the curse said or did, he knew his brothers were probably as happy to have found you as he was.

Right when he was about to lean down a press a kiss onto your forehead, somebody walked into his room without doing any previous knocking which obviously bothered Chan but, as soon as he remembered what happened with Jeonghan, he sat up, ready to defend you if he had to do it. The sudden movement obviously stirred you awake but you were far too tired to even open your eyes.

“Mhm, Chan?” You asked quietly, rubbing your eyes gently.

“Oh!” Chan rolled his eyes at the sound of the fake surprise in his brother’s, Hansol, voice. He probably had heard your heart beating before walking into his room “Didn’t expect to find you so cozy, am I interrupting something here?” 

You frowned at the new voice but since none of the guys had noticed you were awake, you decided to stay still, facing Chan and keeping most of your figure hidden under his covers. The vampire besides you groaned and took his pillow to throw it at his brother “Shut up Hansol, she’s just getting some rest” You felt Chan shifting besides you, leaning back against the headboard still careful to not wake you up “What are you doing here anyways?”

“Brought food for your cute little companion over there” Hansol placed the tray Minghao had prepared for breakfast down onto Chan’s desk before sitting down too, not ready to leave “Jeonghan’s fine by the way” 

“It’s not like care after what he did” Chan glanced down at you, one of his hands unconsciously toying with your hair.

Hansol sighed looking at the youngest brother, leaning back against his seat “It wasn’t him, you know it Chan” They both stayed quiet for a few seconds before the new brother decided to break the silence once again “How is she?”

“Good, she just needed some rest and calm, she actually went through a lot” Chan’s voice became a little quiet as he unconsciously moved closer to your warm body “Just thinking how he almost stole her away from us...Hansol...We can’t kill her, this is not her fault”

“Well she managed to survive the hardest ones, the journey to Seungcheol won’t be too difficult now” Hansol shrugged

“It will be, I had to bit her last night” Chan confessed, sounding so ashamed for his moment of weakness that it almost made you feel bad for helping him out “I thought I could fight it but it was just...And she just let me…”

“Naw, you two did actually get really close to each other, huh?” Hansol wiggled his eyebrows at Chan, making the younger feel really flustered. “Anyways, Seungcheol wants to have a talk with you so I came here to keep an eye on her” When Chan didn’t budge from the bed, you could imagine him watching his brother, making sure he wasn’t lying or playing any tricks on him “I promise bro, she’s gone through enough already after Jeonghan, I’m not here to make her suffer”

“Please Hansol, Minghao and I are actually trying to show her we’re not that bad” Chan’s voice sounded weak, almost as if he was truly scared of leaving you alone with somebody else that wasn’t him “Don’t make all our work go to waste”

“Nah, maybe I can even help out” He said, a smile pulling up his lips. He actually liked how cute and adorable Chan acted around you, it reminded him of the way he used to be when they were still human. “Seriously Chan, she’ll be fine”

When you felt his hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake as gently as you could, you opened your eyes slowly, mentally pleased at the lack of light, the killer headache was gone but you could feel it would be back as soon as you overdid yourself a little. The rest you’ve gotten with Chan had definitely helped and to your dismay, your hungry stomach growled at the scent of the pancakes Hansol had brought.

“Morning” Chan welcomed you with a soft smile, leaning back to give you some space before he stood up from the bed “I have to do some things but Hansol, my brother, brought you some breakfast and he will stay around to make sure you’re okay” Your eyes drifted to the guy sitting on the chair besides his desk and your heart almost skipped a beat when he winked your way.

Why everybody was incredibly handsome in this house?

Chan sighed, rolling his eyes a little when he heard your heart becoming all fluttering because of his brother before he shoot him one last glance his way as he climbed out of the bed. No matter how cold he had been, as soon as Chan moved away from your side, you felt this freezing sensation when he moved away from you. It probably was because he had been the only one giving you this safe sensation, this trusting feeling that nobody else had managed to make you feel in this house. You didn’t want to take the risk of being murdered again.

“Chan?” 

At the sound of his name coming from your lips, Chan’s steps faltered and he stopped by the doorway to look at you. The pout on your lips and the way your eyes desperately told him to stay reminded him of a lost puppy who had just found their home, he knew you had felt relaxed and safe with him and Chan couldn’t be happiest about it but Seungcheol, the oldest brother, wanted to see him and he should listen to him for your own sake.

“I promise it will be alright” He said with a smile, fists clenching in his pockets since there wasn’t anything else in this life that he wanted more than coming back into bed with you “Hansol won’t lay a finger on you without permission, he’s good”

“We’re all good actually” Hansol insisted, eyes still on you, watching your interaction with Chan curiously and completely ignoring how his younger brother rolled his eyes at his insistence. “But yeah, I’m not here to torture you in any wicked way” He shrugged when your eyes drifted to him, the small smile on his face making his fangs poke out.

“I’ll be right back okay? Maybe we’ll get to hang out a little more later” He threw a shy smile your way once again before finally disappearing into the hall, leaving you absolutely alone with this stranger name Hansol.

Your eyes drifted to the older brother again just to catch him staring back at you. Some locks of his long hair had fallen, caressing his forehead and almost hiding his brown eyes. His lips were still slightly tilted upwards into a nice smile but his gaze were calculating, watching your every move as if he was trying to read you. What was he looking for? You didn’t know but oh well, since when you’ve known something about this guys?

“Here, we thought you would probably want some food” He was the first one to break the silence between the two of you, motioning to the tray of food with his head. 

You still stayed in bed quietly, contemplating whether you should just stand up and approach him to eat something or stay in bed, safe under Chan’s covers. Your stomach betrayed you and the growl that escaped it made Hansol snort amused so trying your best to hide your embarrassment, you ended up escaping the comfort of the warm bed to head towards the only free chair left in the room.

You could feel his eyes scanning your body, the way the shirt’s hem got a little loose around your mid thigh and how it perfectly hid your figure from his eyes made him lick his lips unconciously, you were attractive, he wouldn’t deny that. Hansol didn’t know who had lent you that outfit but he mentally addressed him as an idiot for dressing you like that in a house full of starving vampires, Soonyoung was definitely going to freak out as soon as he saw you displaying such amount of skin.

“Who is Soonyoung and why is he going to freak out?” You asked, only realizing he had been thinking out loud when you watched the surprised expression on his face. You were sitting across him, a plate of steaming pancakes with whipped cream along a really hot coffee placed in front of you. Taking a mental note, you thought to yourself that you should thank Minghao whenever you two saw each other again for being so nice and cooking such delicious stuff for you.

“I thought you had read my mind for a moment there, I was starting to freak out myself” He admitted laughing softly, bringing a smile up your lips at his comment.

“Wait, a vampire getting freaked out because of a human? Fear my superpower of boring you to death with my humanness” 

“What is that term? Did you just make it up?” He asked, elbows on the table as he leaned closer. The guys were true, you seemed to be fun to talk to when you weren’t busy deciding if you should trust them or not.

“I don’t know but it sounds like it exists”

Without having much to say, you went back to eating your breakfast, groaning satisfied when you tasted the pancakes with whipped cream. Hansol smirked watching you, they way you were enjoying the pancakes was absolutely hilarious, you honestly looked like a small kid eating sweets for the first time. You didn’t know what was so funny about you but you were enjoying your breakfast far too much to pay any attention to what Hansol might think of you, with both of your hands around the cup of coffee you blew onto it a few time before taking a small sip. The warm liquid was incredibly welcomed by your body and even though you’ve just drank a little, you could feel the caffeine awakening your senses.

“So who has been your favorite brother so far?” Hansol asked with a smirk “Oh wait, it is probably Chan, huh?” A quiet chuckle escaped his lips when he saw the way your cheeks turned pink really fast, he had been between Minghao and Chan but after seeing how cozy you looked cuddling with him in bed he knew the answer to his own question.

“He’s just nice” You admitted with a small shrug, eyes glued to the coffee.

“I’m glad you actually gave him a chance after what happened with Jeonghan” Hansol said, leaning back against his chair as he played with the rings on his fingers while you two talked “You could say Chan was one of the brothers who suffered the most after our lost...Only meeting you and getting a chance to at least become friends would let him redeem himself”

“After your lost?” Nobody had answered your question about what the curse was about yet and you somehow knew Hansol wouldn’t do it either, so you decided to try a different approach this time, something that could give you small details that could possibly help you out to complete the puzzle. But then, as soon as you asked, the images Minghao showed you the day he bit you came back flooding your mind. “I’m sorry about that” You winced internally, the sound of the painful screams still echoed in your head awfully well, it was as if the sound was engraved in your mind now, something you would never forget.

“I’m guessing Minghao showed you?” He asked looking at you, sighing when you nodded “That night we lost a lot. We were cursed, tricked and if it wasn’t enough we were forced to kill the persons that loved us the most” Hansol tensed up, unwanted memories flooding his mind “Not only we were betrayed but we also betrayed, she stole everything from us, she stole our happiness” 

“Who is she?” You knew he was referring to the old woman you saw running out of the cabin, whispering things in a foreign language that you will never understand.

“But then you came around and freed us” Hansol totally ignored your question, he wasn’t ready to talk about that part “We had been locked up in those coffins for so long, starving, sleeping deprived and being just experiments those stupid scientists could work on” He muttered shaking his head “We owe you a big one (Y/N), you literally saved our lives”

“Funny how some people here kind of wants to kill me after that” You replied using sarcasm in all its glory, rolling your eyes a little as you leaned back against your chair.

“That is complicated to explain but I promise you-”

“Yeah, yeah, everyone keeps saying that” You were ready to explode and poor Hansol was going to be the one taking all the blame for everything that happened “All of you are good, none of you actually wants to kill me and oh! We really don’t want you to leave the house because you’re so special!” Scoffing you gently pushed your breakfast away not feeling hungry anymore. Frustration running through your veins as you kept ranting to him “But guess what Hansol? I’ve been hurt, tortured, tricked and used a bunch of times since I got here and all of those things happened on purpose, your brothers thought them through, they didn’t bite me, hypnotized me or used me unconsciously”

“But-”

“Your promises don’t mean shit, I trust one of you who actually seems to be a nice guy and then, hours after, I trust another one and I have him tying me up on a table before sucking almost every single drop of blood out of me” You cut him off again, not even giving him a chance to keep telling more lies and things you’ve already been told.

“We’re not doing it on purpose” Hansol shook his head, he was starting to feel the effects of the curse kick in along with his frustration and this was not good. He had promised Chan he wouldn’t harm you and he really didn’t want to but Hansol wanted to explain, to make you understand what was wrong with them.

“Fuck off Hansol, do not try to excuse them for being psycho murderers” 

That did it. Enough was enough.

Hansol slammed his hand down onto Chan’s table so hard that it wouldn’t have surprised you if he had broken some bones, it was also a miracle that the wood hadn’t cracked under the force he used. You shut your mouth immediately, jumping slightly on your chair since you hadn’t expected to get such a reaction from him. With your heart pounding against your chest, you instantly looked down to your knees, hands fidgeting with the hem of the shirt the guys had lent you. Closing your eyes, you focused on the sound of his hard breathing not even daring to take a look at him since you knew what you would find would scare you.

“Do not talk about my family like that, specially when you don’t know what we went through”

Your head snapped up, eyes instantly meeting Hansol’s. Your breath got caught in your throat when you watched that his eyes, the ones that had been as brown as chocolate were now as red as strawberries, staring deep into yours, right into your soul. Your mouth opened to say something but not sounds came out of your throat which made Hansol smirk cockily, he knew that fear would make you submit to him, you were weak when they showed the monsters hiding inside of them but again, who wouldn’t be?

“I-I also went through a lot because of you guys” You said, wasting all of your confidence in that once sentence. You were truly terrified at the thought of Hansol ending up hurting you but you also couldn’t help but think how upset Chan would be knowing somebody he trusted ended up hurting you.

“Oh you did?” He pouted softly, mockingly, standing up from his chair. Before you could make an attempt of putting some space between you and him, Hansol moved at the speed of light and positioned himself in front of you. He turned your chair around to face him, both of his arms resting on the desk behind you to cage you in. “We went through more stuff (Y/N), the pain that torment us will never compare to the one you felt after meeting us” 

“Nobody cares to enlighten me about it, you all talk but nobody explains, nobody tells me what is going on” You raised your hand to push him away so you could stand up too but Hansol was faster and grabbed your wrist before you could touch him. His touch was tight but not enough to hurt you.

“You want details (Y/N)?” The tone he used for the question made you, for a few seconds, consider you maybe didn’t want to know what had truly happened to them. You knew the more you knew, the deeper you would want to get in their story and that was exactly the opposite of what you had to do. 

You couldn’t care about them, that was not going to happen.

Your thoughts were becoming confusing, you seemed to be more worried about their past and what was going on than on finding a way to escape this hell. You seemed more enamoured by the thought of gentle vampires such as Minghao or Chan, sexy ones like Jun or Mingyu than the thought of finally getting a date with a cute guy that was probably waiting for you out there, one that was human and didn’t like the taste of your blood.

It’s like you didn’t you know yourself anymore.

Despite him not getting an answer, Hansol took the silence as an invitation to speak, too riled up to stop himself now. He wouldn’t hurt you, at least not physically. “How would you feel if you murdered the person that you loved the most with your own hands (Y/N)?” He asked, pulling you up so your eyes would be almost at the same level as his “How would you feel if you saw yourself covered in their blood? If you keep hurting them while you ignored their begs and pleads for you to stop?” He raised both of his hands up and you winced thinking he would hit you but instead, he only cupped both of your cheeks strongly to keep your eyes on his as he spoke, you weren’t going to avoid eye contact, not this time “Imagine tasting their blood, imagine eating them alive even when deep down, you don’t want to” He kept pushing you, seeing the tears start filling your eyes only pushed Hansol to corner you more, to keep pressuring you “Imagine staring at their lifeless corpse on the floor, skin white and tainted with the blood you’ve drunk” His voice got louder, pain evident in his words “And imagine if everything had happened because of your own mother”

If your heart hadn’t stopped beating before, it definitely stopped now.

This dreading feeling, a pressure you couldn’t describe, invaded your chest when he stopped talking. Their mother? The old woman that locked them in the cabin had been their mother? Why would she do that? How would she do that to their own kids?

“How?” You asked looking into his red eyes, voice as low as a whisper.

“How? Because she was a stupid…..” Not even in this state of rage, Hansol couldn’t find the strength to insult his mother, even after all she did to him, after all she did to his family, Hansol couldn’t help but feel that they were also the ones to blame. If they hadn’t met those women, if they hadn’t sneaked out multiple nights and left her alone maybe she wouldn’t have done that “Jealousy, that’s what made her do this”

“And what does everything have to do with me Hansol? Why do you all want to kill me?” You asked, tears finally falling down your cheeks leaving wet trails on your skin “I didn’t even know you guys existed until I found you in that facility, I couldn’t have done anything to offend you, to hurt you”

Hansol took in a deep breath, his hold on your cheeks becoming softer as he stared into your eyes, his were still red but they didn’t look as cold as they did when you offended his family “We don’t want to kill you (Y/N), it’s all the fucking curse!” The loud volume he used again made you flinch in his arms what made Hansol snap out of the trance he had locked himself in. 

In barely seconds, his eyes went back to brown and no trace or shade of red was found in his iris while his hands moved away from you as if your skin was burning him. Hansol looked lost for a second, as if he didn’t know what had happened in these last minutes.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice, full of worry, made more tears roll down your cheeks for some reason. You were even more confused than before and even though he had spilled some secrets you weren’t even sure of how to figure everything out “Oh God, please tell me I didn’t hurt you” He said rushing to you, tensing up when you stepped backwards to keep the distance between the two of you.

“You didn’t” You simply replied, making your way to Chan’s bed and sitting onto it, searching for the comfort that his blankets gave you “You don’t remember it though?” 

“I tried not to let it control me, fuck I really tried but I screwed up” He sighed sitting on the chair that was further from the bed, willing to give you the space you really needed. “As soon as Chan comes back, I’ll go, it truly wasn’t my intention to-”

“You’re telling me you don’t remember when things like that happen?” You asked frowning, your confusion about your own feelings and thoughts only confusing you even more. What if the vampires you’ve met so far, the ones that had dared to hurt you weren’t the real versions of themselves? What if you had met the worst part of them?

“It’s not ourselves the ones that do those awful things, we’ve been trying to explain you that” Hansol replied staring down at his hands, playing with his rings. “You can tell we change as soon as our eyes turn red, it works like that” He explained “Eyes change and boom, we’re not in control anymore”

Well, fuck.

“But Jeonghan’s eyes were blue-” 

“They were, his intentions were different but I can assure you that he deeply regrets what happened” Hansol added before you could finish your own sentence “His eyes changed when he drank your blood though, that’s when everything got out of control”

You nodded quietly, staring down at your little fingers fidgeting with the bed sheets. You needed to sort your head out, you needed some time to think about everything before getting deeper in their story, in their house. Something was definitely wrong but you still couldn’t understand what it was.

Sighing you laid down on the bed, closing your eyes once the headache came back. It probably was because you kept stressing too much but could you blame yourself? There was no way in hell you would be able to relax in this house, not after everything that’s happened.

“There is something I remember though” He said frowning, glancing your way as if there was something he couldn’t understand “What do you think about us? About our home?”

You frowned at the pronoun he used, he included you in the our and that was something you didn’t expect nor wanted. This wasn’t your home and you doubted it would ever be.

“Why?” It was the only thing you could say since you didn’t even know the answer to the question he threw your way.

“Because your light is grey”

His direct answer made your frown even bigger but before you could reply, Jihoon himself barged into the room breathless, scanning it like a madman until his eyes landed on you. Hansol immediately stood up, ready to get between his brother and you if it was needed to protect you but Jihoon didn’t even attempt to step your way. He only glanced at his brother and shook his head stressed, scared.

“It’s about Seokmin” He said panting, hand on his chest as if he had ran a mile “We need her, he needs her”

Despite you opening your mouth to complain about it, Jihoon reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of Chan’s bed and out of the room before Hansol could even do something about it. The latter stayed behind though, frown still in his face as he thought about the conversation.

Funny how your light was now grey when it used to be as white as snow when you walked into their home.

[littlefreya]

Stalker Walker - Part 5

Summary: A voyage to Paris in order to escape your mundane life leaves you with more than you bargained for.

[Previously on Stalker Walker]  

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Words:  1k

Warning: He’s cute and all but a stalker, mentions of sexual thoughts, mention of age gap. 

A/N: No Beta!!! He is back, and on this episode of Stalker Walker™, our dear reader has finally met with August... now I wonder, what will happen next. 

Title: Last night in Paris

It was as if the street fell utterly silent all of a sudden, save for the soft drumming of raindrops upon the thick fabric and your trembling breath no sound met your ears. The little shelter beneath his large umbrella felt like a secluded little realm and there you were, drowning on solid land, sunken into the abyss of the most stunning eyes you’ve ever seen. 

Like the heart of a cold ocean kissed by the storm, passion and hunger swam within the tall man’s gaze, deeming him even more attractive. 

Absentmindedly, you gaped, unable to determine if this was a movie, an extremely lucid dream or real life. 

He was your stranger from earlier, the elegant, well-suited man who sat alone at the cafe’, how odd it was that by chance you’d meet again? Now further hulking, he stood so close that you could taste the same brew of Columbian coffee off his breath and the mist of his stark, musky cologne engulfed from each direction like some intoxicating enchantment.

It took a while before you could find words and the hint of a smile that began to spread on his surprisingly succulent lips didn’t help your lack of coherence.

“I’ve seen you,” you finally managed and immediately wanted to throw yourself into the canal. 

Certainly, he would now think that you were some sort of a creepy stalker.

The stranger-now-turned saviour, tilted his head at you in a query while a small spark ignited his aquatic glance.  

“At the Cafe’, earlier this morning…” you explained, trying to maintain a stable tone as your voice was about to give in to the same tremor in your knees. 

The man observed your face silently, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip as he drank the sight of you in. He had to admit that you were far more fascinating in the flesh; your beauty a thing of ballads sung by knights and love poems, your scent - delicate and feral at the same time like a wild rose that grew timidly in a dark cave. 

He couldn’t wait to pluck your soft petal and drink your sweet nectar. 

“Shame,” he spoke, his baritone a smooth, low chant, “I would have offered you to join me for breakfast,” he paused and then clicked his tongue, his smile further widening, exposing two large dimples and two sharp fangs, “had you agreed to it, of course.”

In your cheeks, you felt the lick of flames. Eyes dropping to the damp cobblestone, you chuckled softly and then tucked an errant curl behind your ear. You’ve just met him 5 minutes ago and didn’t even know his name, but you were willing to leave with your bewhiskered stranger to wherever he fancied if only he’d suggest.

But this wasn’t you, you weren’t the coy, giggly girl falling for every tall handsome man with a void of a dark angel. You were the same independent woman who travelled on her own for the first time, visiting a completely new land. Yet his glare somehow held you captive in a chamber of glass which you couldn’t escape from, nor did you ever wanted. 

Unable to find the correct answer to his theoretical question, you simply shrugged and crooked an eyebrow, trying to suggest you wouldn’t have minded having breakfast, lunch, dinner and then another breakfast in bed with him the morning after. 

Moving his arm in the most elegant manner, he reached for your palm and took it in his grasp. The drum of your heart never beat louder as he leaned in to kiss the back of your hand, pressing his soft lips against your supple skin. The rough edges of his moustache scratched your hand and you had to swallow that giggle that threatened to escape your throat. 

“August,” he introduced, remaining a tad bent and only keeping his glare fixed upon yours. Smitten by his direct charm and suave charisma, you wondered about his age. He couldn’t have been older than mid-30, much older than you, no doubt, yet his manners and gestures were that of a man who was slightly old fashioned, one that treats a woman like a lady.

You scratched the back of your head awkwardly which he took as a signal to let go of your hand and stretched back to his full height.  

“August,” you repeated his name, enjoying the way it rolled on your tongue, “I am so lucky to have run into you, and have you save me from the rain. I brought an umbrella with me today but misplaced it somewhere...”

Possibly at the cafe, when you were too lost in your own gawking and fancies, though you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to yourself that you were thrilled to have lost your umbrella. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have the chance to run into August on a rainy autumn day. Perhaps it was your destiny that on the last night in Paris, you were to meet a man that made you want to do something completely outrageous. 

It was time after all…

The anticipation grew in your eyes as you stood waiting, unaware of how your body swung from side to side. If only you knew what an open book you were to a man like him, there was no need to swipe your credit card and trace your information, he picked up every twitch and flutter of your lashes, noticing how you fell into your own musings, as you did when you were alone. He wanted to browse through your pages and read each passage and syllables of your naked body, as he will have you in your own hotel bed tonight. 

Inhaling calmly, he reached for your hand again, and placed the hook of the umbrella in your grip, “you are welcome to have mine till the end of your trip, sweetheart. I’m not afraid of getting wet.”

At the arch of his brow and the drawl in his voice, you flushed, but then your heart sunk like a broken ship. The end of your trip was closer than he knew and home was nothing but a mundane little fortress of solitude, this was by far the most exciting thing that ever happened to you since forever and the fact that you’ve met him at the last night of the trip felt as if you’ve wandered from a pleasant little garden of roses into a bush full of thorns. 

Giving him a disappointed glance, you pushed the umbrella back toward him, “there is no need, that’s gonna be tomorrow morning.”

August’s brow lifted with surprise and the same disappointing tainted his eyes that now looked as soft as the eyes of a puppy. “Pity,” he pouted but then offered you another one of his endearing smiles, “perhaps then, you can hold it for me till the end of the night.” 

His hand pushed yours away gently, and he pulled back, stepping into the rain and letting the drizzle dampen his trench coat and slick hair. 

“Have a drink with me tonight.” It didn’t sound like a question nor like a suggestion but more of a fact as he took another step away from you, his hair gradually becoming tussled by the soft wind and droplets of rain. “You are staying close to the cafe’ where we met, I presume.”

“Yes,” you retorted, squeezing your fingers around the rigid metal handle, “at the Pantheon.”

Tucking his hands down the pockets of his jacket, he continued to pace away, walking backwards as if he didn’t want to say goodbye.

“I’ll see you downstairs at 8, my little rose, don’t forget my umbrella, because then I’ll have to hunt you down” he announced with a playful smirk and then turned on his feet and walked away. 

Watching him leave, you finally allowed your self to exhale loudly. A broad smile stretched your cheeks to the point of pain, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the turn of events. Even if you were to never see him again after tonight, it would still be the sweetest memory, and maybe a part of you was somewhat afraid of the commitment that could follow anyway.

You began pacing away, staring into nothing with music playing in your mind when you suddenly found it odd that he never bothered asking for your name.

*Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker or any of the Mission Impossible franchise characters*

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, my ideas or parts of the source material and claiming it as your own*

[devilbat]

Revenge of the Nerd

Accountant!Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warning: fluff, Mention of blood, mention of violence, mention of being assaulted, Possibly a small mention of vampires..oh mention of nerds. 

@drakesfiance requested 6, 15, 42 with Tom. Hope you like it.. also made it a bit of a holiday one shot..

6 "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

15 "Is that blood?" ".....No?"

42. "I always thought vampires go, poof, when they get staked."

            It was the day of the big company holiday party. You had helped plan for the night's festivities from the decorations down to the caterers. You hoped tonight would go well. As with all plans, things had there ups and downs like there were only a few of your coworkers willing to help you on a Saturday morning. Who really wanted to come into work on their day off, if it wasn't to party. Kate from marketing, Jim from IT And Tom from accounting, ended up being the only ones that came through for you. Kate was one of your friends who had helped you land your job. Sure it wasn't anything glamorous you work as the assistant to the woman that ran the company.

Jim was a bit of a jerk but did anything for you. He was a flirt and tried to get into anyone's pants. If he weren't an arrogant ass and a horn dog, he would be attractive. Then there was Tom; he was devilishly handsome, with his blondish red hair. A sharp jawline that always was graced with a five o'clock shadow. Piercing blue eyes that could steal your soul if you weren't careful. And a true Gentlemen, even with his rather shy demeanor, he always kept to himself. He never talked to anyone beside you. Though you thought it was because you were always down in accounting for your boss, it was his only reason why he spoke with you.

But you were happy he came to help, even if you were the one to wrangle him into it. The batting of your eyes and the pouting of your lips. Pleading for him to help. Though he told you he wasn't going to make any promises. You were giddy when he was the first one waiting for you in the banquet, the room the posh hotel. It had surprised you to see him out of his typical button-down shirts, pocket protector, thick rim glasses, and blue trousers. It was a beautiful sight to see him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Not that him being a suit wasn't at all lovely.

You were on the ladder hanging Mistletoe up, well maybe you could get try and get the mysterious man that was Tom under it. You couldn't help but think of him all the time. You practically daydreamed about him at work and the unbelievable, not safe for work thing you wanted to do to him. Your mind wandered while on the ladder when you saw him reach up, his arm extended, hanging garland on the top of the door his shirt riding up, giving you a glimpse of pale skin and a bit of a very happy, happy tail. Making you lick your lips, and before you knew it, you found yourself tumbling off the ladder. Shielding yourself from hitting the ground, it never came. In fact, you never once felt that hard hit of the floor greeting your body. Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the arms of Tom.

"Are you all right?" His velvet-smooth accent rang through your ears. Making you gasp every time he spoke. His grasp was tightly holding onto you. Your cheek pressed into his chest. That fact you were this close to him, that what you felt pressed against you was solid lean rock. His sent was enough to send a shiver down your spine. Like warm spice on a cold night, with hints of coffee from this morning and something earthy like being in the Forest after the first rainfall.

"Um, y-yeah." You stammered, Tom slowly set you down. His arm still wrapped around your midsection. "How did you get to me so fast?"

"Eheheh, quick reflexes." he shrugged his lips pulled into a small. As he moved his arm from you once your feet were stable. "You should be more careful. I wouldn't want you to get hurt on the day of your party."

"Yeah." You shyly agreed, wishing you weren't so flabbergasted around this man.

----

You worried your bottom lip as you arrived at the party that night. You hoped Tom would show, he never came to any of the company events. You had told him after everyone left that you wished to see him there. The dress you chose was a beautiful form-fitting sequin blue coming down mid-thigh, sparkling black tights molded to your legs like a second skin. Though when you had to rush toward the build regretting the fact you didn't grab a coat and something longer. But then again, you didn't think you would have had to walk far either. Oh, first world problems when you're running late. You heel-clicked along as you made it to the elevator shivering.

You could hear the party was in full swing before the doors even opened. Smiling to yourself when you walked in. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. You found your boss and her wife talking with a few of the board members.

"Ah, there she is, y/n." Your boss called you over. Pulling you to her side when you reached them. "This girl is the one responsible for pulling this all together." Your boss praised you, making you blush. "Y/n, this is Stan, my father's former partner.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." You hummed, shanking the older gentleman's hand.

"You young lady have been doing a wonder here." Stan acknowledged. ”Keeping this one on time. She was always late, even to her own wedding." He grins wide, and your boss scoffed. Her wife, Chanel, only nodded in agreement.

"Anyways, y/n darling, you remember my wife, Chanel." Turning your attention back to your boss. As Chanel gave you a tight hug.

"Of course." You smile, forgetting she was a hugger. And always bubbly but a sweet person.

"And where’s your date, dear?" Chanel beamed before releasing you.

"Um, I um." You stammered. You didn't think you would be asked this question. Everyone, even Stan, looked at you. You felt like a bunny in a wolf's den. Not until you felt a strong arm wrapped around your waist. You yelped about to kick whoever it was until they spoke.

             "Sorry I'm late, darling. Trying to finding parking was atrocious." Tom's smooth voice spoke up. And you were once more engulfed in that earthy spice. Tom's tall frame leaned in, pressing a light kiss on top of your head. "Fallow, my lead love." He whispered into your ear. You tried to keep yourself calm. Your heart rate speeds up, ready to burst any second. You watched everyone reaction Chanel squealed, clapping her hands together.

          "That's my boy." Stan seemed to smirk, patting Tom on the shoulder. Your boss, on the other hand, just raised her eyebrow at Tom. Her face set, not wavering as she looked at him.

          "Eheh, now if you would Excuse us, this one owes me a dance." Tom cooed as his hand moved to the small of your back ushering you away.

           "Um, What was that all about?" You inquired, looking up at the man, taking a good look at him. He was in a stunningly fitted tuxedo, black bowtie tied tightly around his neck. His blue eyes, the ones that usually hide behind thick frames, where freed from them. His sharp jaw cleaned from stubble. Your jaw may have hit the floor.

          "You looked like you desired a way out." He chuckled as he moved you with the rhythm of the music.

         "And what am I to say to my boss Monday when this fairytale ends cinderella?" You quipped. Not once did you notice where he was leading you to as he glided across the dance floor. Tom's slender fingers hooked under your chin, making you look up. His lips brushed against yours far too quickly for you to really register.

"You planned that, didn't you." Your eyes widened when you spotted the mistletoe hanging above your head, the same one you almost fell from.

"Hey, I might turn into a pumpkin at midnight, so I might as well take this as the perfect opportunity." He smirked.

"Are you flirting with me?" You looked into those blue eyes of his.

  "You finally noticed?" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He's shy, quiet, and nerdy demeanor was rather adorable.

---

The night went on, staying close to your "date." Tom insisted on walking you to your car, fresh snow dusted the ground. Tom had insisted that you wear his coat.

That’s when it all happened all to fast. The guy came out of know where grabbing you out of Tom's arms. You screamed, trying to fight him off of you as he pulled you into the ally. The other guy making sure Tom wouldn't follow, hit Tom in the head with a blunt object. The other man followed the one that held you tightly. Once he reached you, his hand grabbed ahold of your jaw harshly.

"Stop your screaming, and you might make it out of this without much more than a good fuck." The man snarled. Tears streamed down your face as you called once more for Tom. Unfortunately, giving you a sharp smack across the face. "I said shut up, you ungrateful whore."

Before he could do anything further, he was ripped from you and tossed at a high rate of speed. The man holding you by the throat growled. Pushing you to the floor as he attacked your savior. Both men that attacked you came at the new man. You watch in horror. Soon you recognized who stepped in to save you.

"Tom, watch out." You screamed as the other man came behind him. "No!" shrieking when Tom's assailant impaled Tom with the object in his hands.

The growling of a wild wounded animal came deep from Tom, making you jump. Tom turned around his eye, growling a snarl along his lips, showing two long sharp canines. Your eyes widened in horror. Tom ripped the man apart. The other man didn't get very far before Tom tore into him, drinking from his throat. Tom turned towards you, approaching you with caution.

"Darling are, are you all right?" He choked out, unsure what your reaction would be. You should be scared fleeing for your life. But somehow you knew he wouldn't hurt you. If he was, he would have done it by now, right?

"Is that blood?" You squeaked out, feeling a bit woozy. Tom quickly wiped the blood from his mouth.

  ".....No?" He smiled, shyly his fangs peeking out between his lips. His hand reached out for you. "I won't harm you." He tried to reassure you. Your shaking hand took his. "Are you hurt?" His eyes were scanning you for any injuries. His free hand brushed against your now lightly purple cheek. You winced, giving him his answer. He looked back at the men he slaughtered. Your eyes followed him. You gasped at the sight. Tom quickly turned you away.

"Tom?" he hummed in response, looking down at you. "I always thought vampires go, poof, when they get staked." You inquired. Tom stopped his mouth gaped.

          "I'm not what movies make us out to be. That and I’ve lived a very long life. I do believe it was when the middle ages were Popular. Before Vlad, the Impaler. Before." Tom shrugged like it was nothing.

         "Okay, okay, I get it your as old as a dinosaur!" You teased.

         "Hey, now I'm not that old." Tom huffed.

          "You're really do have this whole Clark Kent thing going on. But I got to ask, why did you stop caring about fashion in like 1980? You have this poindexter, revenge of the nerd's thing going on at work."

            "Hey, now I liked that movie." Tom grumbling. "I have to look inconspicuous, not every day you look as good as I do at six hundred years."

           "Okay, Yoda. So like why are you. I'm-you know." You started nervously playing with the hem of Tom's coat.

           "Why what?" Tom smiled. You were rather cute when you were nervous.

            "Taking an interest in me. It's not like I'm a Secret vampire during the night and mild-mannered accountant during the day! Why, accountant?" You started Squirreling on him again, going from one subject to the next.

        “Slow down, darling. How about this, I'll tell you everything at dinner tomorrow night?" He suggested.

           "I'm not on the menu, right?" Quickly looking up at him.

            “As tantalizing of a morsel, that you are. No, well, not in the way you're thinking, at least." Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

          "Oh my God, perv." You smack Tom in the chest playfully.

           "Come on, let's get you home." he pulled you into his side. Heading back the direction you were going.

           ”Do I have to invite you in? Wait, what about the sun? Cause I mean, you do have a day job. Oh, and crosses? Garlic?" You chattered on. You heard Tom groan.

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[thewolfswriting]

Writers block is the worst, glad your back into it again! 💕 Could I request Alpha! Billy trying to get the stubborn omega at school to fall for him but she keeps being bratty and claims that she doesn’t need no alpha until one night she finally agrees and he puts her in her place, she’s a whiny, moaning, needy mess beneath him begging him to mark her as his ? 🕊 I would love it!!!

I get so excited when I get Alpha and Omega requests 😁♥️

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"For the last time Hargrove, I don't need an Alpha!" Y/N shouted at him.

It wasn't until sometime ago she presented as an Omega and once every male Alpha and Beta caught her scent they've been trying to take her for a mate. Eventually, some gave up. But Billy? No, he's been trying for months and everybody knows Billy doesn't stop until he gets what he wants.

He placed a hand over her head on the lockers "Come on princess. Every Omega needs an Alpha for a mate."

There's been so many times where her parents hope that she'll find a mate, Alpha or Beta. All because it "looks better" for Omega's to have a mate. Of course she didn't want just anybody for a mate. She wanted whoever it was to prove their worth.

"You wanna be my mate? Fine. Prove you're worthy. Take me on a date." She said in a sassy tone.

Billy grinned "Alright. I'll pick you up Saturday nine o'clock."

She hoped she wouldn't regret it. Little did she know, she wouldn't.

---

Saturday came faster than what she thought and right at nine o'clock here came Billy in the Camaro. She decided on a little red dress that stopped mid thigh with red heels. It didn't take long for her outfit to catch Billy's attention as she climbed in the Camaro's passenger seat, his eyes widening and his cock twitching in his jeans. Billy couldn't bring the words to tell her she looked sexy as hell in that dress.

She would be lying if she said her breath didn't catch in her throat at the sight of Billy's half unbuttoned shirt that showed off his chest and the smell of his cologne mixed with cigarettes and leather. She would also be lying if she said the heat didn't start pooling between her legs. A surprised look came across her face when Billy reached in the backseat and grabbed the bouquet of roses and handed them to her. Usually Billy didn't care to try but he wanted to prove his worth.

"I thought you'd might like roses."

She slightly smiled "Thank you. So, where we going?"

---

Billy has taken her to the diner just outside of town. Which she didn't mine because it gave him the chance to prove how much of a gentleman he could be. And it turns out, Billy could be a gentleman when he wanted to be. He opened the door for her, letting her order first, saying please and thank you to the waitress. The two of them had spoken non-stop as they were getting to know each other. Well, more her than him honestly.

As Billy drove her home she wanted to tell him he did prove himself, but she also didn't want to give him that satisfaction, not yet anyway.

"Walk me to my front door?" She asked turning to him.

He nodded walking behind her, letting his eyes travel to her ass as she walked in front of him. As they walked in she put the roses in a vase before he came up behind her and whispered in her ear "Tell me Y/N, did I prove my worth?"

She turned to him "You actually have one more thing to prove."

"What's that?" He sounded amused.

"Show me how much of an Alpha you can be."

Billy growled as he knew exactly what she meant "Don't have to tell me twice."

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her forward to press his lips to hers in a rough kiss. She pulled away moments later only to drag him upstairs to her bedroom. As they continued the kiss Billy's tongue slipped in her mouth while making work of the zipper on the back of her dress, letting it pool around her ankles. He tossed her on the bed before undoing the buttons on his shirt while staring at her half naked body, then crawling on top of her, kissing her again and letting her hands roam his chest. She ached down below as his lips moved to her neck and ghosted over the skin before nipping. It took everything for him not to sink his Alpha fangs in her right there. But he wanted her to beg for it, and she would one way or another.

Billy lips moved to the skin above her breasts, licking and nipping before making eye contact, grabbing her bra and ripping it open, earning a gasp from her. It only made the ache between her legs more intense. His hands came up to grab and squeeze at her breasts before rolling her nipples between his fingers, she arches her back as his tongue dances across a nipple before biting harshly and earning a pitiful whine in the process. Now she was soaking and Billy could smell it as he snaked his way between her legs, giving her panties the same process he did with her bra and placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them and taking in the sight of her before him. He wanted to sink his cock in her already, to hear her begging for him, to hear the little noises she would make.

He let his fingers explore her wetness "You're so wet for me."

She released a shaky breath as his lips brushed over her slit before his tongue nudged between them, working at her slit. He avoided her clit each time he licked upwards, but dipped at her entrance with each downward stroke. She released a soft cry as his tongue stopped just beneath her throbbing clit.

"Billy, please." She whimpered

"Please what baby?"

Her hips bucked "My clit. Touch it, suck it, do anything. Please."

He chuckled, spreading her with his fingers before flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, causing her to shudder and grind against Billy's mouth. While lapping at her clit he rammed two fingers in her opening, pushing in deep and curving them and massaging her spot. She clutched at the sheets as her body began to wither, crying out his name, her walls squeezing his fingers as her orgasm rushed over her body.

Billy stood up, kicking off his boots and removing his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock. He flipped her over on her stomach, hoisting her up so her ass was in the air and guiding his cock along her slit before entering her.

She whimpered "Oh my God." As he stretched her.

He held on to her hips as he thrusted hard against her walls.

"This is what you needed huh? A good fuck from an Alpha?" He growled as he leaned forward, his face in her neck.

She cried out "Yes. Please, mark me Billy. Make me yours."

Billy didn't have to be told again as he bared his fangs and sunk them deep in her neck, marking her as his and running his tongue over the mark. She felt his cock swelling, signaling his orgasm "You want your Alpha to fill you up? I know you do. Say it."

"Yes, please fill me up." She moaned.

He slammed deeper inside her, filling her to the brim.

She belonged to him as he did her.

[mythicamagic]

If asks are open, #35, between the shoulder blades!

35: a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

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"What does it do?"

Kagome blinked and looked up. "Hm?"

"Your sword. What does it do?"

"Oh!" sliding a hand to the purple hilt of her shiny new blade, Kagome patted it. "You'll see once we come across an attacking youkai."

Sesshoumaru arched a brow, "you fear testing it against this one? I provided the fang for it."

Worry fanned into the miko's scent, and she glanced away a little awkwardly. "It's not that I think you couldn't handle it," she mumbled. "It's just that it reacts defensively instead of launching a long-ranged attack like Tetusaiga, and it packed quite a punch the last time I used it. I don't even have a name for the thing yet. Let's just wait until I've had more practice with a sword before I go blindly swinging it around."

This did not help to temper the Daiyoukai's curiosity, and he was half tempted to flush a random demon out from hiding in the bushes to frighten her into using it. Alas, he was not a pup. He could behave, for now.

When the weather started to take a turn for the worst during their journey on foot, Sesshoumaru decided to scoop up the miko and fly them the rest of the way towards his domain, enclosed in a white orb of youki to keep the rain out- though they'd already been soaked through. Kagome squirmed and complained, saying it defeated the purpose of travelling to help the needy if she was being flown around. He dismissed these concerns; it wasn't as though either enjoyed walking in heavy rain.

Soaring through grey skies, it took the remainder of the afternoon to reach the Western Stronghold. Unfortunately due to the white orb obstructing her vision, Kagome hadn't been able to witness its outside structure. Sesshoumaru set her down on a grandiose balcony, his powers sliding away. They ducked into the adjoining bedroom, and Kagome's breath hitched upon glimpsing an outside view of the courtyard. From what she could see, it spread vast and wide, perfect for a military force. The compound buildings looked sleek and white, as though carved from marble stone. Cold, but beautiful.

"Did you...grow up here?"

"Hn," he removed his damp armour, setting it down and proceeding to twist the fall of his hair over one shoulder, water droplets pattering to the floor.

Kagome felt that aligned quite a bit about his character and values, but she found it interesting that he never seemed to visit it often.

"I will find a servant to attend us," he turned on his heel, stilling when Kagome casually set both hands on his waist. She planted a warm kiss against the damp material of his silks between his shoulder blades, resting her forehead there for a moment. Sesshoumaru stiffened, heat touching his cheeks.

The miko hugged him from behind, before drawing away. "Sure, I'll wait here," she said easily, opening a cupboard to help herself to a towel, rubbing at curling dark hair.

He shook himself and continued onwards, warmth curling in the depths of his chest. She gave affection so easily, it had felt a little strange to experience it in his Stronghold. Strange, but not unpleasant.

After being left alone, Kagome leaned her shoulder against the sliding door to his balcony, watching the rain start to die down. She was the one who had insisted on being introduced in his home, rather than be kept a secret- but that didn't mean her stomach was free from butterflies. She somewhat dreaded facing the occupants of his home, no doubt sharp-tongued demons who may openly ridicule her or Sesshoumaru's choice of woman.

Sesshoumaru isn't the type to let people insult him though, she mused distractedly. I hope this goes relatively smoothly.

No sooner than that mildly hopeful thought had crossed her mind- a creature lunged at her from outside- and blinding power erupted.

Sesshoumaru froze from where he stood in the hallway talking to Jaken, the hair raising at the back of his neck. Sensing a youkai swiftly fly at the mansion, he turned and quickly sped through the halls. His form blurred, a white streak flying by servants and nobles. Slamming the door to his chambers open, he was just in time to witness his balcony and outer wall get demolished.

It was a curious thing. As Kagome had said, the blade only reacted when the brown inuyoukai had drawn in close. At the point of contact with Kagome's drawn sword, several tiny explosions of pure pink reiki burst forth- before abruptly becoming massive and swallowing the youkai's attacking paw whole. The inuyoukai howled in pain, ripping its arm free and destroying his room in its haste to put distance between them.

Kagome panted, gripping her sword tight. Her arms and legs shook.

Golden eyes remained wide, darkening slightly. He ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, claws twitching, heat hooking low in his stomach. It had resembled Bakusaiga, he realised belatedly. Raw consuming energy had sought to crush its enemy with an explosive force. Magnificent.

Drawing up close to her side, Sesshoumaru reached out and placed a gentle hand on the pulsing blade. It did not react, as he did not intend harm. Instead it settled down, quelled by the familiar brush of his youki. Kagome released a hard breath, lowering her sword and shifting closer against him, eyeing the youkai hovering mid-air with horror and wariness.

Melodic, tinkling laughter reached their ears. A demoness smoothly swept down from the upper floors, landing on the brown inuyoukai's head and fanning herself.

"My, my~ it seems your little miko certainly is powerful, Sesshoumaru," she purred, adjusting her furs. Sharp golden eyes smiled.

Kagome gaped, looking between the two. The resemblance was uncanny. "I-is she...?"

"Hn, my mother," Sesshoumaru confirmed dryly. How very like her. The brown youkai licked at its wounded paw while his mother inspected them with a haughtiness befitting her station. She never got her hands dirty; that was what servants were for.

"A pleasure to meet you," Inukimi fanned herself. "Though I anticipated your trysts with my son coming to an end- I find this outcome of your apparent courtship much more amusing," ruby red lips curved up at the edges. "Welcome to the Western Stronghold, Shikon Miko."