#jokes on all you suckers MY ocs seem like one way on the surface but it inevitably turns out it's the other way around

[mira-hildegard]

(walking up to straight couple) oh. which of you holds the burden of duty and a melancholy poetry in their heart and which of you doesn't fully get it but has an impeccable joi de vivre and inevitably Will Kill Or Die for the other?

[vicunaburger]

Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 15/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,784 Warnings: M for Mature Content, TW: Brief mention of previous injuries (not exactly self-harm, but similar in tone)

Notes: Naked house guests abound

Chapter 15 - In Which the Future Doesn’t Exist

It would be another few hours before Holidae gathered enough energy to pry herself away from the ghost’s hold on her; muscles and joints popping with effort as she sat up.

The discomfort had nothing to do with their activities, but everything to do with the fact he slept on a past its prime sofa bed. The rusty springs creaked loudly as she swung her legs over the side, causing her to wince at the sudden noise, and turn to check on her companion. He didn’t seem bothered; laid out flat on his stomach completely naked, but not moving around as though he had woken up. Admittedly, it wasn’t the most graceful pose he could have adopted, but it was entertaining to see him stark naked without a care in the world.

Did he even need to sleep, or was it just a habit to act that way around other people?

The sight of him so… vulnerable almost made her rethink her plans, wanting to just crawl back into bed and stay there for the rest of the weekend. However, the dried blood on her shoulder and other… fluids that had dried on her skin were not the most pleasant sensations for long periods of time. A shower was her goal for that morning, and then maybe she could treat herself to sleeping longer in her comfortable, soft bed.

Holidae gathered her clothes from the floor, tiptoeing across the room and down the stairs in the bright light of the late morning. Since no one else was home, she decided to have a little fun and commandeer the Deetz’s master bathroom, as it was the fanciest in the house. It had been recently refurbished, she had been told, with a double-length walk-in shower with multiple faucets. Not that she needed anything more than a basic bathtub on any given day, but it was nice to take advantage of the luxury while it was available.

Turning on the showerheads, she waited for the water to warm up a little, examining herself in the nearby vanity mirror. The bite on her shoulder looked nastier than it felt, but there were clear rows of teeth visible underneath the initial bruising. Luckily, it wouldn’t be difficult to hide it under sweaters and coats for the winter season. She gently ran her fingertips around each small puncture, her face growing red at the memory of them being so close in that moment.

Holidae stepped into the shower, carefully closing the clear glass door behind her, hissing as the warm water soaked into her aching body. It was such a delightful sensation; she closed her eyes and let the water run over her face and hair, eager to relax after such anxiety the night before. The more she thought about it, the more she felt silly for thinking the worst of him. Of course, the standard image of all demon creatures were ones of vile, nasty beasts hellbent on snatching the soul of the unsuspecting human. The thought always stayed in the back of her mind, but she never let it grow any larger than a passing notion.

She doubted he would go to do much trouble for her soul anyway. Probably wasn’t worth much.

Tap Tap Tap

The sound of a nail on glass caught her attention, and her head snapped around to the shower door, her hands grasping the safety bar to keep herself from slipping. There, pressed comically against the glass - still naked - was Beetlejuice, who smiled widely when he got her attention. Instinctively, Holidae tried to cover her more intimate parts, her whole body flushing red from the heat of the water and the embarrassment at being so startled.

“Hey babes~” He chuckled, squishing his face against the door. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I could’ve missed the floorshow! Awww, don’t cover up like that… it’s nothing I haven’t seen. Licked. Stuck my-”

She chucked a wet washcloth at his face, watching it slide down the glass a bit before hitting the ground, “What the hell are you scaring me like that for? I could have cracked my head open and died.”

“Well, then, it would have been lucky for you since I’m an expert at handling the newly-dead.” Beej stuck his lengthy tongue out, licking the glass in an obscene manner.

“Ew! Don’t… don’t lick that! You don’t know what’s on there!” Horrified, she tapped on the glass by his face, “Germs!”

Beetlejuice gave her a look before putting his whole mouth on the door, looking like one of those sucker fish on the walls of fish tanks. Holidae squealed in disgust, opening the door and pulling him inside the large shower space with her, pushing him under the spray of one of the water jets. Within moments, he looked like sopping, wet mess. His hair, normally tamed in a care-but-don’t-care fashion was plastered against his skull, the length covering the points of his ears and blocking out his eyesight. It was funny to see just how long his hair was without the signature fluffed appearance.

With a grumble, he jerked his head back, successfully moving his hair out of his face and splashing the whole of the shower space like an unhappy dog.

“…Holli-baby. Holly-Jolly. Babycakes. Babydoll. I’m dead.” Beetlejuice tilted his head to the side sharply, “I can’t get germs.”

She mirrored his expression, “The fine layer of dirt and mold you’re sporting on your birthday suit would suggest otherwise, Juice.”

He waved his hands dismissively, “It’s part of the package. Didn’t hear you complainin’ about germs when you were smothering me in the middle of the night. You were all arms and legs like a squid.”

Holidae grabbed the washcloth off the floor, lathering it up with a nearby bar of soap, “Me? I’m the squid?”

Beej made a show of sitting down on… nothing. There were no built-in benches or anything in the shower stall, but his body still conformed to the shape of sitting on a chair. Ignoring him, Holidae busied herself with gently cleaning around her shoulder, wincing at the sting of the soap, but managing to navigate the tricky path of irritated nerves. All the while, Beetlejuice remained silent, content in the fact she hadn’t gotten too angry at him for invading her private time. In truth, he would have been happy to be outside of the shower door, as was his original plan… but he didn’t mind the change of location.

Besides, he was not about to argue the amazing view he was getting of his breather soaping herself up. He knew for a fact that he hadn’t done anything to deserve such a treat.

Once she was finished, Holidae rinsed out the washcloth thoroughly, turning around and holding it out for him to use.

“…you can’t hang it up yourself?” He asked, confused by her gesture.

“Huh? No, you can use it. You know… for… washing up?” She sighed heavily, “Don’t. Don’t even say it. I know you claim not to be dirty and stuff but there’s nothing wrong with smelling like soap for a while.”

He hesitated, watching her with a raised eyebrow, “You gonna help me get the hard to reach places?”

“No.” Holidae’s tone was deadpanned to match her expression. “But I will let you sleep in my bed.”

Not wanting to push his luck, Beej reached out to take the washcloth, but stopped and wrapped his hand around her wrist instead. It was a quick, snappy action; like a snake darting out to catch a mouse. Startled, Holidae instinctively tried to pull her arm out of his iron grip, unsure of what he planned to do with the appendage. Keeping her in place, Beetlejuice tilted his head, inspecting the skin of her arm with a quizzical look. Thin, pale white stripes lined the surface area between her mid-arm and her elbow; some crisscrossing each other without a pattern.

“Lose a fight with a weed whacker?” The ghost let her arm go, taking the soap in hand, and attempting to make himself as clean as he could to her standards.

A muscle twitched in the corner of Holidae’s eye, “Used to have a cat.”

Slowly, he turned his full attention to her, the strange tone in her voice contradicting the perfectly reasonable answer she provided. It was… flat. Dull, but instantly falling out of her mouth like it was a programmed response.

Rehearsed.

“Tch, nasty cat.” He replied, giving his cleanliness the attention it needed.

The rest of their shower was spent in peace, Beej offering a slew of lewd jokes and breaking the tension between them almost immediately. He refused to let her dry herself off, stating it was his solemn duty to make sure she was dried enough to not slip on the tile flooring. Of course, he concentrated his efforts everywhere but her feet, causing Holidae to squirm away when the fibers hit the more ticklish parts of her.

By the time they managed to make their way into Holidae’s room, it was getting closer to sunset. She knew it was a bad idea in the long run, but Holidae couldn’t be bothered to make her way downstairs to find something to eat. The allure spending more comfortable hours in bed with her ghostly paramour was too tempting to ignore.

Beetlejuice was already settled in her bed, lounging in the “sexiest” way he could, fully nude with only part of a bedsheet draped across his thigh, “What’re you doing over there? Don’t get dressed! You’ve got all this sexiness waiting here just waiting for you to ravish it. I’m helpless, Holly-Jolly, powerless to stop you from devouring my body like a fine cut of meat.”

Holidae popped her head out of the neck-hole of her sweatshirt, rolling her eyes at the display, “I dunno, that side of beef might be past its prime.”

“Uhhhhhggggg, you’re killing me, babes.” He rolled over, stuffing his face into the pillow dramatically.

With a soft sigh, she climbed into the bed next to him, holding her arms open toward him, “You’re already dead, Juice. Now come here and stop complaining.”

With a pointed and loud huff, Beej wriggled his body over to her side of the bed, letting himself be enveloped by the warmth of her body and the softness of her sweatshirt. It wasn’t too long before he could hear her soft heartbeats within her chest, her breathing slowing to a crawl as she drifted off to sleep. He mind wasn’t about to let him relax along with her, far too preoccupied with their awkward exchange in the shower.

He made a mental note to ask Lydia about the cat.

Writing Tags: @hoodoo12 @mr-geuse @paxenera @leiasolo77 @go-commander-kim @a-subconscious-manifestation @asriells @missihart23 @heknowshisherbs

[darlingrutherford]

Romance asks for all your OCs because I love them all: 1, 5, 11, 16, 20, 24, 25

@liveinthehills Thanks so much for all the asks, lovely! And thank you for your patience in waiting for me to fill this while I was at the convention this weekend :) 

From the Romance Asks list. CW for childhood abuse, mentions of BDSM

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

Sarya loved Cullen's warm eyes. She was definitely a bit wary of him, but she couldn't help being drawn to someone who looked on her so kindly. Cullen was drawn to Sarya from the time he first saw her, when she was brought to Haven unconscious from the Breach. Despite his background, he was unconvinced that such a kind looking person could be responsible for all the death that had happened, at least not on purpose (a bit naive, he knows). Seeing Sarya work so hard to help people immediately after waking just solidified that for him.

Frederick's not going to lie, he loves Dorian's mustache. How often do you see a man looking so well put together with facial hair like that in Ferelden? But he also loves Dorian's unique outlook on life, and how critical he can be of Frederick to keep him grounded. Dorian enjoys Frederick's tenacity. Frederick was able to see past his hesitations and just push through Dorian's barriers to get close to him, and Dorian will forever be thankful for that. 

Lana was drawn to Alistair's humor, and his wanting to look after her. She won't admit it, but she craves companionship, and he was one of the first people to really show a want for that with her without being afraid of her. Alistair thought Lana was the cutest, tiniest elf he'd ever seen and was instantly thankful that Duncan had conscripted her. More than superficial, though, he was drawn to her timidness that quickly turns to fire in battle or when someone she's grown close to needs to be verbally defended. 

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Cullen doesn't show it very often, so when Sarya catches him like that it's usually after a bout of his nightmares. After those she holds him, runs her fingers through his hair and hums to calm him until he falls back asleep. Sarya wears her emotions a bit closer to the surface despite how hard she tries to push them down, and Cullen learns quickly how to read her. He knows sweets are the way to her heart, so he'll surprise her with little treats, and on one particularly rough occasion (when she was in need of a new steed anyway) a hart.

Frederick gives Dorian all the affection when he's down. He has a lot of love to give, and he's happy to bring a smile back to Dorian's face with cuddles and kisses. Dorian shows his love with little gifts, and he often presents them when Frederick needs a pick-me-up. Sometimes it's a book he knows Frederick will like, and once he brought a cloth of berries and offered to let Frederick feed them to him (an instant favorite for Frederick).

Alistair's more apt to slip into bouts of sadness when they're travelling and there's not much for his mind to focus on, so in those instances Lana comforts him by holding his hand, giving little squeezes, occasionally running her nail down his palm to tickle it and make him laugh as he pulls it back to scratch it with a wide smile. Lana has regular nightmares that wake her, and she often wakes to Alistair pulling her tight against him. He'll essentially smother her with love until she feels better, or else try to make her laugh.

11. Do they have any inside jokes?

Cullen and Sarya have been known to mock the Orlesians at the Winter Palace behind closed doors whenever their time at Celene’s ball comes up. Sarya made a snide comment in an Orlesian accent at the War Table once and earned a scolding from Josephine, so they make sure they're alone now when they do it (although, Leliana seemed to find some amusement in it as well). 

Frederick was convinced, because his Uncle had told him so, that mages in Tevinter actually drink the blood of demons while conducting blood magic. Dorian’s never let him live it down and brings it up rather regularly. “You want me to use magic to take out that demon over there? Wait one moment, Amatus. It’s quite large, I had better get out my drinking vial.”

It’s not so much an inside joke, but Alistair regularly teases Lana about her aversion to bugs. To outsiders looking in, they probably wouldn’t notice at first the issue of alistair lightly running a feather against the back of her neck while they’re sitting in a tavern until the shrieking starts.

16. Jealous at all?

Sarya isn’t very jealous, but then again Cullen gives her no reason to be. She definitely wouldn’t feel very secure in their relationship if he was regularly flirting with another woman, but she also has no feelings of jealousy if he’s talking to other women. Cullen is probably more jealous than she is, although he’d never admit it. 

Frederick is flirtatious, although he dials it back a bit once he and Dorian become a couple. Dorian notices the effort so he doesn’t think too much on it when Frederick is being friendly with other men. Frederick can be a little jealous at times, and he won’t hesitate to tell Dorian as much. Dorian finds the jealousy a bit endearing, though, and has lightly poked at it from time to time.

Lana is fairly insecure, so it’s easy for her to fall into a hole of jealousy. She’s not vocal about it, however, so jealousy from her looks like caving inward, becoming quiet, sometimes leaving a situation alone and not expecting Alistair to follow her. Alistair has been known to get a bit jealous as well, although more from men giving a lot of attention to Lana since she’s so timid that she never reciprocates that attention. There have definitely been a few times he’s had to step in between with a big mention of, “Yes, well, my GIRLFRIEND and I need to leave, unfortunately. So. Goodbye!”

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

As a blanket response, none of them changed in order to be with their partner, however they all have changed as a result of the relationship itself. Sarya and Cullen both learned to not hide their emotions from each other and to learn to lean on someone else. Frederick becomes more level headed because of Dorian, thinking things through and seeing things as a larger world picture rather than just Ferelden, whereas Dorian gains feelings of belonging and learns to put his total trust in Frederick. It takes a very long time, but Lana learns to accept the love that Alistair gives her and to not push people away. Alistair gains a sense of worth, that he can choose his own path in life rather than letting others choose it for him. He also becomes more assertive for her, because she’s not great at sticking up for herself.

24. Is their any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt?

Late nights with Sarya and Cullen, when most of Skyhold has gone to sleep and they won’t be disturbed. They pull pillows and blankets down by the fire, go over reports with one another, and ultimately end up falling asleep in each other's arms.

After meeting with Dorian’s father in Redcliffe, Frederick makes a really big point to show Dorian how wanted and loved he is, as he is. Frederick changes things around in his own chambers to make it inviting to Dorian, such as replacing many of his own books in his bookcase with ones Dorian would enjoy, and tells Dorian he never has to sleep anywhere else if he doesn’t want to. Dorian’s his family as much as his blood, and he makes sure that Dorian knows that.

Alistair tying a bandage on Lana's hand for her, before they're together, that results in him holding her hand for longer than needed. I'm a sucker for romantic tropes, and there are a lot of them in their story.

25. Share any headcanons about their relationship.

Cullen has no idea, but Sarya writes to Cullen’s sister, Mia, monthly. Mia became tired of waiting to hear anything from Cullen, so she now also writes directly to Sarya.

Although he can’t always stay for long periods of time, Frederick goes to Tevinter quite regularly after the events of DAI. He can’t manage to stay away from Dorian for too long, and prefers to be there for him with everything that Dorian has to come home to.

I’ve learned recently that a lot of people headcanon Alistair as more of a sub partner, but because of the dynamic of his relationship with Lana and her life he becomes (in a sense, without Alistair having any real knowledge of it) a bit of a dom for her, in order to help her heal from a lot of her trauma. Zevran picks up on this dynamic of theirs after a while and, with a large smirk, makes Alistair turn red as a radish with suggestions of good knots to use and such. “You see how red her wrists are? That rope will not do, my friend. Have you tried this? It is made in Antiva, so, a little more expensive, but worth it, is it not?”

[chibikinesis]

Tell me a bit about your OCs. How many do you have? What are their names?

Thanks so much for asking, Blade ♥

As far as Fallout characters, I’ve only got a handful of them for now; four to be exact. A lot of them are still taking shape as far as faction affiliations and the such, but I’ve got a good idea of all their personalities.

They all inadvertently wound up being thrown into one of those found family situations I’m such a sucker for ♥ Roger being sort of the ‘founder’, took in a young Marty, and eventually they found Kimmy rummaging through their junk and took her in, and most recently, Kimmy found Cybill during one of her railroad missions and brought her back to their home base. Roger still can’t figure out how he wound up with all these ‘kids’.

I’ll throw more details (and links to each character’s tag) under a read more ♥

I first designed Kimmy, who’s eventually going to be my railroad playthrough character; she’s sweet and good-natured, but she can be a little bull-headed sometimes.

But I wasn’t feeling her at the time, so I drafted up another, sort of joke character (a low-luck schmuck) that wound up being Marty. In a twist of irony, he’s become my most fleshed out Fallout OC, and people seem to favor him most (maybe because he’s the most fleshed out, but I digress lol). He’s still a low-luck, fairly low-charisma dude; a chill scavenger with a ‘fun uncle’ energy, and a multifaceted tinkerer (he can whip up a cool pipe weapon as quickly as he could whip up a cool handmade toy out of scavenged junk). He lost most of his left leg to an infection he got after a tussle with some raiders that he and a younger Kimmy had a run-in with.

Kimmy dealt with a lot of feelings of guilt afterwards (though he’s never blamed her and he told her as much on numerous occasions), especially since losing his leg, Marty can’t get out to pick and scavenge as often as he used to, so she always makes it a point to keep an eye out for salvage she knows he’d like.

Roger was more an idea for a long time. I knew I wanted to throw a ghoul into the bunch, but little more than that. One day it finally hit me; a gruff ex-gunner, who is on a rocky road to redemption. He’s got a hard shell, but a soft center that not many folks get to see, and he’s also pretty deadpan and hard to read. He’s got his own unique brand of caring about those close to him, but they definitely know he does. His transition into a ghoul is fairly recent, and Kimmy and Marty were there with him through it all. He's still very much taking shape, but he’s heading in the right direction.

Cybill is the newest addition, and the least fleshed out for now. She’s an institute escapee (with memory still intact) trying to adjust to a vastly different life on the surface, and I’m heavily leaning towards her being a rogue courser. I imagine her being a bit naive, still having a lot to learn about the ways of the wasteland, and having to unlearn a lot of the preconceived notions she learned underground.

One day soon I want to make a proper Characters page, but my inbox is always open if you have questions ♥ Thanks again for asking :’D

[hearts-of-paper]

Sinful & Sweet

Yoongi x OC

Word Count: 2,152

Genre: Smut

Vampire!Yoongi/Demon!OC

     Night children only show themselves in true form one day of the year, mostly in clubs and dark areas of the neighborhood. Nobody suspects them on Halloween, the one night of the year that vampires and werewolves and other such creatures can get away with not wearing a costume, letting out their fangs and allowing their eyes to take back their original scarlet color.

     The first thing you noticed was his skin- soft, pale white that begged to be marked. It glowed in the dim light of the club as he stood on the sidelines, black leather jacket contrasting with his skin. Besides the fact that he was immensely hotter than any guy you’d ever seen before, there was no way anyone would be able to tell he was a vampire. But you knew.      You knew because his eyes looked too red to be lenses, skin too pale to be makeup, features too sharp to be human. What really caught you was the scent that lingered on him when you passed him by. A human would barely be able to detect it, but to you, it was strong, enticing- the sweet scent of blood and roses.      He’d had your attention since the moment you laid eyes on him from across the dance floor. You were intrigued. There was something about him that made you want to lean in and study him some more, something a little thrilling, just on the edge of terrifying.

     “Come here often?” you ask as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. He takes the joke for what it is, fortunately, and his glowing red eyes scan you up and down shamelessly.      “Shouldn’t that be my line?” His voice makes you shiver in the best way, a sharp tingle that shoots down your spine.      “Only if you want it to be.” He grins like it’s a challenge, leaning against the bar and ordering two shots of vodka, handing you one when the drinks come up. You tell him your name after three shots and he returns the gesture after five. You match him shot for shot and he’s surprised that the alcohol hardly has any effect. Night creatures have always had strong alcohol tolerances, but even so, you’re not a lightweight by any means.      “I’m impressed that you’re still on your feet,” Yoongi says after you’ve both reached eight shots. You’re starting to get a little tipsy, but you’re definitely still alright.      You grin. “Did you think I was going to be an easy drinking opponent?” you challenge playfully and his eyes narrow- there’s something about you he can’t exactly place. Pushing a hand through his hair, he sighs, probably giving up on trying to figure you out as he scans the area. You can see in his eyes that he’s looking for a toy for the night, a play thing that he can toss away in the morning. The only person he’s shown interest in all night is you and, upon looking around, he’s probably the only one you’re interested in as well.      “Hey, gorgeous, need some company?” says a voice on your right and you turn to see a tall, handsome guy, though looks to be younger than you. Black earrings glint in the dim lighting and as hot as he is, you instantly recoil. Werewolf. You’ve had bad experiences with them and you don’t want to deal with one now.      “No, I’m fine, thanks,” you tell him, praying that he’ll give up and leave. But you know from experience that werewolves are pushy, spoiled creatures- and this one looks like a fuckboy to boot.      “Oh c’mon, do you really want to be here by yourself?” He steps toward you and you frown, backing away until your back hits a very firm surface.      Hands slide around your waist from behind and a firm voice says, “The lady said no. Back the fuck up.” You’re encased in the sweet smell of blood, roses, and alcohol, and the werewolf boy rolls his eyes and stalks off angrily. “You okay?” Yoongi asks as you turn in his arms.      “Yeah,” you breathe, his scent making you dizzy with want, “I’m fine.” He releases you from his grip, but you reach out and grab his hand. Your gaze is cast downward, shy. “Thank you.”      He shrugs like it’s no big deal but takes the opportunity to look you up and down again. “You should be more careful. Guys are suckers for dresses like that.”      “Are you one of those guys?” you ask, and maybe it’s the alcohol finally taking effect, but there’s suddenly more confidence in your system. Yoongi doesn't reply, only takes a drink of what seems to be a white Russian and raises one eyebrow at you teasingly. Feeling bold, you take the glass from him and sip it yourself before setting it back down on the bar and taking his hand, pulling him close. “Dance with me,” you murmur, dragging him with you onto the dance floor.      He doesn’t protest, to your surprise, and instead moves with all the fluidity of water. It doesn’t take long for things to escalate, his hands on your hips, your back to his chest. His scent is driving you crazy and you let it intoxicate you as the music slows to a bump-and-grind kind of tempo. The lights of the club flash and you’re slowly abandoning the self control that you’ve always kept so well in check, giving in to the beautiful mystery of the bright lights.      There’s a blur on the edges of your vision, hazy and warm with lines being crossed that feel so wrong that they’re just right. Your head falls back against his shoulder as he inhales your intoxicating fragrance of spiced chocolate and sin- a combination he never knew he needed in his life until now. When your body starts to feel too warm, he notices.      “Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs in your ear and you nod, allowing him to whisk you away from the dance floor. Before you can think twice, you find yourself in the passenger seat of a luxury car, pulling up to a high-end apartment building that only people of pureblood vampire status could afford. Yoongi, it seems, is one of them.      He opens the door for you because he’s nothing if not a gentleman- at least for show- and pulls you into the elevator, not bothering to wait until the door closes to get his hands on you. His arms are around your waist, soft lips pressed to yours and your hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck. You’re panting by the time the elevator comes to a stop.      Yoongi manages to unlock the door while still kissing you- impressive, you note, he must do this often- and you don't even get to admire the gorgeous living space before he presses your back to the wall, his lips suck bruises into your shoulder.      “Fuck,” you gasp as you throw your head back in response to him nipping at the most sensitive part of your neck. You feel his smirk against your skin and you pull his head back by his hair, bringing his lips back to yours. He allows you to be in control for only a second before he breaks the kiss.      “On your knees,” he commands, his voice rough and deep. On any other night, you’d be the one to tease and take control, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes you sink to your knees immediately, undoing his pants and wrapping your hand around his length. You start off with small, kittenish licks just to get a reaction out of him and he curses under his breath and grabs your hair. When you have him right on the edge, he stops you, pulling away as he tells you how good you look with your lips wrapped around his dick.      Between one moment and the next, he’s pulled you up into his arms and moved you to his bedroom, pushing you down onto black silken sheets that scream to be defiled. His jacket and shirt are gone within a matter of seconds and he’s leaving marks on your neck, the scent of your blood so arousing that he’s conflicted as to what kind of hunger he’s feeling as one hand pushes up your dress.      It’s off your body and on the floor by his shirt and jacket in a matter of seconds, leaving you in your lacy black underwear set, knee-high stockings, and heels as he moves down your body, marking your chest, stomach, and hips. Your bra follows the dress and his fingers run over the lace of your soaked panties and he smirks, making you blush without saying a word.      “Already desperate, huh?” Yoongi rips the lace right off your body, tossing the scrap carelessly to the side. He pulls your body down the bed, kneeling before you and putting your legs on his shoulders before nipping his way up your inner thighs.      “Y-Yoongi, don’t- shit,” you wail as his hot breath brushes against your sensitive core. His tongue teases you, slowly at first, working you up just like you had done to him. Your back arches off the bed and you can’t stop your hips from bucking up as he sucks harshly on your clit, bringing you to the brink of release.      “Tell me how much you want it,” he says and you a whine slips through your lips.      “P-Please, please Yoongi, I’ll do anything, I-” you break off mid-sentence as he pushes two fingers into you and curls them, sending you spiraling over the edge with a cry of his name. His other hand pins your hips down so you can’t move, forcing you to ride it out until the overstimulation has you begging for him to stop.      You’re panting, sweating, utterly spent as he licks his fingers, making your face go red. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he says, a devilish smirk crossing his lips, “we’re just getting started.” He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in, his moans layering with yours at the contact. “So fucking tight,” he mutters, starting off slow. His pace builds up as he runs his nose along your jawline, the tempting smell of your blood lingering in his senses.      “I know what you want,” you murmur, your voice taking on a sultry tone that you haven’t used in a while, “so go ahead and take it.” He hesitates, unsettled by the thought of you knowing more about him than he does about you. You blink up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Don’t you want me?”      Eyes flashing red, he trails his lips down the side of your neck until he finds a spot that he likes, fangs snapping out at the uncontrollable desire for sweet, sweet blood. For a moment, you brace yourself as his sharp teeth sink downward into your skin. A sharp hiss escapes from you, but within a matter of moments you feel the endorphins seeping into your body, a euphoric sensation coursing through your veins.      Yoongi’s breath hitches as soon as he tastes your blood. It’s different, sweeter than any he’s every tasted, with all the addictive qualities of dangerous narcotics. He can’t stop. The taste is too much but he can’t get enough and it’s not until you push him back weakly that he finally pulls away. He’s breathing heavily and his eyes are wild with lust.      An animalistic rush overtakes him and he flips you over onto all fours, grabbing you by the hips and fucking you into the silk sheets, straight into another orgasm that has you calling his name in desperation. He reaches his end right after you, cursing and moaning your name before collapsing on the bed next to you. There’s only heavy panting to break the silence and it takes a full three minutes before he pulls the duvet over your bodies and wraps his arms around your waist.      “So demons really are as good as they say,” he muses and you turn in his arms, confused.      “How did you know?” He laughs.      “No human can take that much alcohol and not be affected. And anyway,” he says, pinning you down beneath him, “your blood was too good to be human.”      You smirk. “Well, we demons are the best at all of life’s taboos.” Yoongi scoffs and rolls his eyes.      “Yeah, sure.”      “Wanna bet?” You roll on top of him, hand reaching down between his legs and jerking him off until he’s hard again, which doesn’t take long considering he’s a vampire.      “Prove it,” he says, eyes going dark red again.      You smirk, leaning down so your lips touch his neck, sucking harshly until a reddish mark stains his pale skin. “Fine, I will. We have all night.”