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cherryxcadbury · 2 years

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hey! just saw your post. could you write a mbappe imagine where they have a child and him and the child try to convince the reader for another sibling. super fluff!! 💋💋

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

2nd person pov

"Nicolas! Amour! Where are you two?" You called, waltzing into the sitting room where your son & husband sat.

The two were snuggled into the couch, whispering loudly into each other's ears in French. You tried hard to understand what they were saying, but your lack of knowledge on French did not help you in the slightest. The two perked up when they saw you enter.

"Cherie! Come sit!" Kylian smiled, patting the sofa, gesturing to sit between him and Nicolas.

You smiled, doing as suggested, laying back into the couch. Nicolas immediately climbed on your lap, while Kylian moved closer to you and placed your legs on his lap.

You eyed your two boys suspiciously.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean mummy?" Nicolas looked up at you with deep eyes, full of emotion.

You chuckled, "Nothing. Mummy didn't mean anything." You kissed his cheek.

"I meant, what's up with you?" You shot Kylian a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, me and Nicolas were talking about what he wants for his birthday." Kylian began.

You quirked and eyebrow at the both of them this time.

"Your birthday was last month love." You told your son.

"Yes but next year. When I turn four." He responded.

"Well," You said, turning your head to face him, "What is it that you want."

"A little brother or sister." He grinned, with so much hope in his eyes.

You smiled back at him but shot Kylian a dirty look, who just smirked in reply. He gently grabbed your face, and kissed you. It was a clear attempt to convince you to try for another child.

You swatted him away and turned back to Nicolas.

"You know my love. Having a child isn't that easy." You reminded your son.

"Why don't you just go to the store and buy one?" Nicolas questioned innocently.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh oh oh! Or ask Santa for Christmas next year, and a stork will come and drop one off!"

"Actually Nico, to have a child it needs more involvement in mummy and daddy's part s—" Kylian began.

You immediately shushed him.

"Idiot! He's too young for this talk!" You scolded your husband.

"Mummy and Daddy will try very hard and talk to Santa about it. Okay?" You told Nicolas, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Now come on, let's watch the film." You all directed your attention to the television.

Well at least you all thought you directed your attention. Not a moment later you felt a hand on your thigh. A thumb circling in the same spot over & over again. You turned to scowl at Kylian who just winked at you.

You couldn't help but laugh.

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Nicolas was asleep.

Kylian bent low to Nicolas's ear and whispered something in French to see if he was still awake. He was not. The two of your shared a knowing look. Words weren't needed ti communicate what you needed to communicate.

You both got up, Nicolas in your arms, Kylian's arms around your waist. You had to walk only a few strides before you entered your son's room. Kylian gently laid him down and kissed his forehead. You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You kissed Nicolas's cheek, and wished him a good night. Though he was fast, fast asleep.

The two of you walked out of his room quietly, being extra careful when closing the door. A sigh of relief was let out when it was all done without waking him up. You were about to head to the washroom to shower and get ready for bed before you felt Kylians grip on your wrist. He twirled you around so you were close to the wall. His forehead against yours, lips merely centimeters away from each other.

"So about that baby?" He smirked.

You scoffed.

"Aw come on cherie! It's not like we can't give him a sibling." Kylian protested.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want to do what's required to make the child." You shot him a wink.

Kylian cocked his head, "Amour. I'm Kylian Mbappe. Everyone's attracted to me!"

You smacked your hand against your forehead.

"Contrary to popular belief Kylian. Not everyone finds ninja turtles attractive."

“Pleaseee Y/N! Think about how cute it would be to have a little you running around! Then our family would truly be complete!”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, before strolling into your master bedroom, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

Kylian stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. He was very very confused. His ego also took a hit. You poked your head out from the door.

"Do you want to make that baby or not?"

Thanks to Kylians speed, it didn't take one second for him to be in that room with the door slammed shut.

*** Eleven months later

“Nicolas! Come see your birthday gift.” You warmly smiled at your son from the hospital bed.

Nicolas walked gingerly, hand in hand with his dad. Kylian greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, while Nicolas stood on his tip toes to see his new siblings. They were twins, one boy, and one girl.

Was that the plan? No, not really.

Nicolas’s eyes widened in delight while Kylian was almost reduced to tears. You propped Nicolas up on the hospital bed with you, while transferring both children into the arms of Kylian.

“They’re beautiful amour. We did a great job. I’m proud of you.” Kylian complimented, wishing he could take your hand if both weren’t occupied with holding his new kids.

“Mummy. I asked Santa for two brothers. Not a sister. The storks messed up.” Nicolas frowned.

You and Kylian laughed while he nudged Nicolas’s shoulder.

“Nicolas. Do you want to name them?” Kylian asked earnestly, receiving a nod from you in approval.

Secretly, you were a little hesitant. There was one certain name you had your heart set on for the girl, you doubted Nicolas would choose it. But his happiness mattered more to you than some picture perfect names.

“Hmmm, for the boy, Theo.” Nicolas started.

You nodded, you liked it.

“And for the girl. Lena!” Nicolas cheered, looking into your eyes with glee.

You grinned, that had been the name you wanted all along. But how did he know? Ah, of course. You turned your head to meet your husband’s gaze. Of course it was Kylian’s doing.

“I love you.” You mouthed to him.

“I love you more.” He winked back, causing your cheeks to grow red.

still, after all these years. That man’s affect on you would never change.

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bysaber · 10 months

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Santa’s prettiest Elf ft. Toji Fushiguro

Day 05 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — toji fushiguro takes his son to meet the local santa, and one of his elves catches his attention.

word count — 824

content — MDNI, smut, pwp, sex in public space, unprotected sex, bad christmas referencies, bad writing, little bit of praise/degradation/overstimulation

notes — i wish i had more time to write this one

Toji Fushiguro returns to the Christmas fair around its closing time, watching from afar as people leave and the place begins to empty.

He had brought Megumi there earlier to see all the decorations and meet Santa when one particular elf-dressed woman caught his attention, guarding Santa’s cabin door and talking cheerfully with everyone in the line.

You, with your little green dress, striped white-red socks, and the usual Christmas hat, held his intimidating gaze and chatted so sweetly with his son.

So, naturally, Toji comes back to get a taste of you.

A wicked smile grows on his lips when he sees you’re the only one closing everything around Santa’s cabin, making sure there’s no one near before approaching you, silently like a cat.

“You shouldn’t be here,” your voice sounds before he announces himself. You’re not facing him, and, for a moment, Toji is dumbfounded.

Amusement fills him, “Oh?”

“I saw you. Your presence is hard to miss,” you explain, facing the man with a smile yourself. “Is there anything you need, Mr…?”

“Call me Toji.”

You hum, locking the front fences and walking back towards the cabin, he follows you promptly, “And how can I help you, Toji?”

“Was wondering if I could get my Christmas gift now.”

You both feel the tension in the air, so palpable you could grab it and twist its neck. Toji is, by far, the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and that is the reason why you chuckle and step into Santa’s cabin, letting him follow you inside.

“Do you always let strangers in?”, he asks playfully when you close the door, making his way to the big red chair situated in the middle back of the place.

You watch cautiously as he sits, resting his head on his fist and looking at you as if you are the most intriguing thing in the world, “Just the handsome ones who come back looking for me.”

That devilish smile appears on his face again, “A smooth talker, aren’t you?”, he readjusts himself on the chair, “Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”

You go to him so quickly it feels like he has a leash around your neck; pulling, pulling, pulling.

Toji smashes your lips together the moment you’re on top of him, stealing your breath away and consuming you as he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

His hands are firmly pressed on your thighs, slowly going up alongside your dress, and finally squeezing your ass. You sigh into the kiss, moaning when he sucks on your tongue.

He breaks the kiss already licking your chin, biting on your jaw and it makes you dizzy.

You can barely keep up with him, yet you’re feeling it all.

You feel it when he removes his hands from your butt, lifts your dress, and presses his fingers on your wet cunt, you feel it when he fingers you like no one ever did and makes you cum oh so quickly.

You can hear the sound of his zipper and your attention goes straight to his cock, so big and thick it worries you for a moment. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he says as if reading your mind.

Your breathing is still uneven when Toji pumps his length a few times and pushes the tip inside, slowly burying himself in you.

You feel your body burning hot, adjusting yourself to him and clawing at his clothed shoulders, “Fuck, Toji…”, you cry out when he finally bottoms out.

The dark-haired man starts to move, “Took me so good,” he praises, using his hands to move you the way he wants as he snaps his hips. “You were born for my cock.”

He has utter control of your body and you’re completely out of your senses, feeling his hands on your waist and the shape of his cock, in and out, in and out. You can swear you’re drooling, and Toji is hyperfixed on where both of you connect.

“Hah, pretty elf… pretty fucking whore…”, he groans. You feel your high approaching suddenly and, before you know it, you’re shaking above him. Your second orgasm comes and Toji can feel your muscles contracting as you cry out and hold onto him, “Fuck, already?”

His grip on you gets tighter and his pace gets faster, rougher, “Wait– Toji–”, you whine, fucked out. “I’m– too sensitive…”, he can see the tears on your face and it only pushes him further.

“Sorry, pretty, gotta cum too. You can take it,” he bites your jaw, fucking you rashly.

When your third orgasm hits, he has to pull out immediately, cumming on your beautiful green dress and staining your elf costume.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Couldn’t have you squeezing me like that. Dangerous shit.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, still zoned out.

“You know…” he starts as he watches you coming down from your high, “You should be on Santa’s naughty list.”

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catharrington · 15 days

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Steve’s inside a tiny pop up bar, hastily designed and constructed in a warehouse as if that made it more dangerous than anyother bar. They were becoming a thing in the 90’s he supposed, like oversized suit jackets or spiked-collars. And he liked them just fine. It was even deeper underground than most seedy gay clubs.

The people who drink here don’t mind that he's a hybrid.

They don’t mind his triangle-shaped ears atop his messy, brown hair, or the long fur-covered tail that relays every emotion he’s feeling out loud for the world to see. Even the bad ones.

Like right now— seeing a ghost from his past again out of the blue, just a few seats down the bar, has got his tail flicking against his stool legs. A ringing metallic flick-flick-flick.

Steve digs his claw into the bar top, leaving a deep crescent mark.

Since Steve’s seen him last, he’s doing well. He’s smiling and glowing and he’s put on a few healthy pounds. He looks like he could lift Steve up over his head if he wanted to.

The ice in Steve’s drink melts and breaks apart with a soft noise. Another man at the bar tries to flirt with him, a hot, whispered breath right into the sensitive fur of his ears, but… Steve makes no moves to actually listen.

Because Steve isn’t at the bar anymore. He’s sinking into golden quicksand— California beach scalding.

Steve doesn’t even realize he’s staring until his pretty ghost turns around.

“Harrington?” His breathy voice asks. Just as boyish and melodic as ever.

“Harrington,” he repeats in a hiss, “back to last names? Should I be insulted, Hargrove?”

“Sorry, Stevie.” Billy chuckles as he leans over the bar. Up close, Steve can see he’s got a strawberry blond beard defining his jawline.

“I’ve got to say, I’m surprised to see you in a place like this.” He sings.

Steve can’t say he disagrees. His lips quirk up. Playful, it’s in his nature. “I come to these all the time, Billy. I like the atmosphere. And the art. It’s very new-age-industrial.”

Billy watches him for a moment with curious eyes, scanning over his expression. And, like so many years ago, Billy’s sea foam green eyes can read Steve’s face line for line like a damn book: “Bullshit.”

“I’m here to try and get laid!” Steve gives up the ruse with a laugh. It makes Billy’s own laughter come out, just as pretty as the rest of him. Steve takes a long swig of his drink while he allows Billy to laugh at him. Then slowly licks the sour taste from his lips.

Can’t help but notice Billy’s eyes track that movement as well.

“Is that what you want to hear?” Steve pushes.

Billy shrugs. He swipes back a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “Yeah, sure. I believe that before Steve Harrington: indie art scene groupie.”

Steve rolls his eyes at being called a groupie. It’s not the worst thing, by far. “Sort of unfair you asked me what I was doing here, when I should ask the same. I thought you were splitting town? Running away from your old man?”

Billy watches Steve, his eyes widening as their last conversation resurfaces. As it floats to the top of Steve’s crappy mixed drink as buoyant as an olive.

“Figured you’d be sunburnt in Santa Carla by now?” Steve asks.

He asks and really means it.

That daydream had helped him repair his broken heart, his bruised and bloody ego, his tail between his legs. He told himself it wasn’t really about him, it was Billy’s father who ran him out of town. It was Billy’s father who planted and watered all the anger. The fact Steve was a hybrid was just a convenient excuse. Low hanging fruit. Even if the words never left his mind.

Even if the words sat on the edge of his bed every night to remind him of his unwantedness.

Steve imagines it was worth it, in some way, to get Billy to a safer place. Yet, he’s turned up here. Only a day’s drive from Steve’s hometown. In a pretentious pop-up bar. Glowing, and radiant, and blushing.

Billy lifts one hand to scrub at his beard. He’s got an open beer bottle pinched between his fingers. Effortlessly calm and suave. He takes a long swig before answering.

“Funny thing about Santa Carla… it’s a long drive out there for nowhere to stay.”

Billy’s searching his face, his body, as if it holds the answers. His electric-blue eyes settled finally on his tail.

Steve’s got to turn and order another drink. His fur starts standing on end from all the wonderful attention, preening from it.

“So you gave up?” Steve asks, uncaring.

“Something like that. I got a job here, an apartment. It was temporary ‘till I got some money, but you know. I just. Never left.”

Billy swallows thickly next to him. Shuffling as he gets closer. His hand is right beside Steve’s own as it lays on the bar.

Billy’s got ink all up and down his arms, on his chest and neck. He’s even got pretty things on the back of his hand. A red rose with brilliant green leaves curling over the edges of his palm.

Steve’s own hand itches to touch. To feel the tattoo’s raised scars, and Billy’s hot pulse under them. He wants to trace each one as if he were playing with lines of sunlight across the carpet on a sunny afternoon.

Steve reaches for his new drink, instead. He shivers as he drinks it down.

“Chicago’s not like Hawkins, then, huh? Where you just had to get out, just had to run—or, what?” Steve can taste the hatred in his own words. Stuck in his throat like a hair ball.

He was simply ‘Harrington’ to him across the bar now, only that. Billy’s hands were red, alright, but it wasn’t from his fucking tattoo. It was from Steve’s heart still beating inside of them.

“Steve,” Billy insists, “you know why I had to—.”

“I know.” Steve’s voice shakes with a whimper. His tail finally stops and curls closer to his feet, hiding away.

Steve blinks his swelling eyes down to Billy’s neck. The ink there is pretty too. Under the collar of the soft band t-shirt Billy’s wearing, Steve can see the wings of a flying sparrow.

“It was nice to see you again, Billy.”

Steve stands from the bar, finishing his drink before dropping a bill in one swift move, expecting to run away. He’s expecting to leave, to try and forget. Again. Just like last time.

But he doesn’t expect the hand that reaches for his elbow.

He doesn’t mean to shake the hand and keep walking. He’s on autopilot, he thinks. Blackout.

Feeling injured and lonely, Steve’s ears flatten to the top of his head and his tail hides between his legs. It had started raining while he was in the bar. The sidewalks are darker now, louder, from the onslaught.

And that’s just fine. The raindrops are fat and slow and they remind him of himself. He gasps for breath in the rain, and gets a mouthful.

“Oh, great, I’m drunk.” He mutters to himself.

Steve closes his eyes though a wave of nausea, stumbling further into the night, and when he opens them it’s like opening them up to a dream.

Blond curls turning dark in the rain, flattening to lay around Billy’s face in a pretty frame. His skin, pink and flushed from the cold, illuminates the freckles on his face like stars in the sky.

“Trying to make us even?” Billy yells over the rainfall.

Steve eyes him wary at first, hesitant he’s real at all.

“Making us even would be me calling you a freak!” He hissed.

Billy’s face falls. “Suppose so,” he calls. “You have every right to.”

Then he opens his arms. Holding them out as if waiting for a hug. Or a bullet. His shirts totally lost in the rain, turning the well loved gray to a solid black color that clings to Billy’s every curve. His abdomen is very welcoming, cozy, Steve wishes it could be his to run into.

He wished he could be the bullet. That he could hit Billy’s chest right there. Right there. In the same place his wound still bleeds.

But Steve was drunk. And cold. And wet. And his tail and ears hung so very heavy on his body.

He stayed quiet, watching blissfully as Billy got wetter and wetter. Until he wasn’t angry anymore.

“I was so mad at you for so long.” Forcing the words one by one, Steve’s voice trembles.

He closes his eyes and lets his silly, love-sick heart surge up into his throat.

“After us, I’ve spent my whole life trying to find someone that fits just like you, but… you’re different, Billy. You made me feel safe. Content. Warm.”

Billy scoffs, his hands dropping to his sides with a wet slap. “Bullshit.”

“Is it?” Steve meows a laugh.

Billy’s face creases in disgust, in confusion. Water falls from his long lashes as he blinks them rapidly.

“Cool it, kitty. I’m not some damn PRINCE CHARMING! I break everything I touch!” He yells over the rain. Over the base of the music they could still hear from the bar. Billy’s louder than any of that.

“Then why don’t you try fixing me!” Steve yells back. He’s desperate and mostly drunk as he steps closer.

And suddenly, Steve notices how Billy still radiates heat. The years of time between them tick down to nothingness. Steve shakes his head, pointed ears flicking water, his eyes a mix of tears and rain, and Billy opens his mouth like he’s about to ruin it.

But then, Steve’s pawing at that strawberry blond beard growth that wasn’t there years ago. And he pulls Billy’s head down with a light gasp that gets captured by Steve’s eager lips.

It’s a sad excuse for a kiss, it’s messy and it tastes like chilled beer. But Billy’s lips are hot, familiar, it makes Steve let out a whimpering, shameful moan.

Steve’s hands grip Billy’s shirt. Now he’s the one holding on— now he’s the one chasing. His claws rip the fabric with the want he has for Billy to stay so terribly bad.

“I never meant to hurt you.” Billy admits in a whisper.

He reaches down to cradle Steve’s arms. Slowly lifting the claws from his chest. Steve would let him do whatever he pleased, he’s already a trained house cat for Billy.

Their fingers laced together, as if pieces slotting back into place. With their hands like this, it brings back happy memories. On Steve’s teenage bed, in the early hours of the mornings before the world around them woke up. When Steve’s tail would wrap euphorically around Billy’s legs. When his ears were flattened by the force of his happy purring.

Then, Billy’s moving. Pulling him through the rain until Billy leads them to, truly, a tiny and shitty apartment. The red brick building was painted but beginning to flake off. Billy held his hand as they took the steps, and into the hallway, before begrudgingly letting go to fish his keys.

He turns over his shoulder to watch Steve. Key in the door. Steve is shivering, hugging his skinny frame, his sopping sweater. He doesn’t know what Billy could be looking at, but he smiles.

Billy opens the door and leads Steve inside. They settle in their underpants with towels around their heads on the couch. Their shoes and outer-clothes drip drying by the radiator.

Steve feels so content and warm he doesn’t even realize he’s purring.

“Woah, I really, really missed that.” Billy drawls. His hand finally reaches Steve’s tail, gently petting the tussled fur as if he spent years longing for this exact moment.

Steve can’t help but to kiss him again.

((My entry into the @harringrovezine Kings of Nowhere. I loved making Harringrove older and slightly down on their luck and lonely, so when I heard the prompt I jumped at making some sappy reunion scene. Of course I’ve got to make this pretty kitty Steven go through it a little bit before he becomes the King of Billy’s shitty apartment. And his whole life, I’m sure 😽😽. Thank you so much for letting me write on this amazing zine, make sure to check them out for other fic and art. Harringrove always and forever!!!))

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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Made With Love (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Made With Love (Rated T)

Request?: Technically YES (say thank you to @bakerstreethound, everyone)

Pairing: Husband!Steve Harrington x Wife!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k+

Warnings: Brief infrequent language with a slight innuendo; Reader is also AFAB (a female at birth) due to mention of pregnancy

Summary: For Stevemas Day 10; After getting married, you and Steve started to move into his parents' old home. Upon packing, you come across some of Steve's old belongings. When more of these creations keep popping up, you come to discover your husband has a bit of a surprise for you. What happens when it turns out you have a surprise of your own?

The first experience you had with Steve’s new hobby happened shortly after you moved into your new home. Well, your new home, his old one. Once the two of you officially tied the knot, Steve’s parents allowed their son to take ownership of their home. In actuality, it had taken a lot of convincing to get them to feel comfortable moving into a smaller place on the outskirts of Hawkins. For months, your husband needed to go back and forth packing and unpacking boxes of yours and theirs.

It was a lot of work, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The end result was the two of you finally have a place to call your own. You finally had somewhere to settle down and have the family you both laid awake for hours imagining.

You were home.

One night when you were unpacking boxes, you came across some of Steve’s old things. Before the house, your shared apartment was incredibly small, just cozy enough for the two of you to cuddle on the couch to watch tapes from work and go to bed together every night. Most of your belongings had either ended up stashed in boxes in the closet or in your mother’s garage until you had found a more permanent home. Sure, you had to share space with your younger brother’s mad science lab, but at least your stuff was safe…relatively speaking.

You hardly remembered seeing this box prior to the move and curiosity was a temptress. As you flipped open the lid, a smile fluttered against your face when you noticed a soft knitted blanket nestled atop other trinkets. You reached in to pull it out and found yourself immediately wrapping it around your frame. It was a mishmash of pastel colors: blues and greens and purples all intertwined by the softest yarn you had ever felt in your life. You assumed it was a gift to Steve from his grandma, Eleanor Louise Harrington.

When you were dating, Steve would tell you the most wonderful stories about the woman who was always there for him. She would be in charge of watching over him whenever his parents were out of town at a young age, which was more often than not. Grandma Eleanor was the reason little Steve loved the holidays. She’d always make it special for him, whether it was reading the Twas the Night Before Christmas every Christmas Eve or teaching him to make her special gingersnaps for Santa. When she passed away when he was thirteen, Steve had needed to learn the hard way how the world wasn’t always made of the magic Grandma Eleanor helped him believe in.

It wasn’t until he met you that his Christmas spirit slowly started to make its return.

You placed the blanket back in the box and set it on your husband’s side of the closet. Even though you had already peeked inside, you didn’t want to invade the remainder of his privacy. For the rest of the day, your gaze would lock onto the box and a smile would fall upon your features before you kissed Steve for being sentimental. Now, Steve himself didn’t understand just why you were being so affectionate, but there was one thing he knew for a fact: he would never refuse kisses from the love of his life.

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Your second encounter occurred a few months later, once the winter chill began to set in. You had been waiting in Hawkins High’s parking lot behind the wheel of your husband’s treasured BMW for your brother to barge out and demand entry into the passenger’s seat. Steve had decided to take on another shift at Family Video in order to have a little extra cash for holidays, so you volunteered to pick Dustin up from school.

“It’s alright if you need to use the heat, babe,” Steve had called out. “It’s cold out there. Don’t need you turning into a popsicle before Christmas!”

“Good thing I have you to warm me up when I get back,” you teased with a smile and a wink, fingers snatching up the keys from his left coat pocket.

“A husband’s job is never done, is it?” Steve gave a rather dramatic sigh.

As you made contact with the cold metal, your hand brushed something else much softer. You frowned as you reached deeper inside the pocket and pulled out a grey knitted glove. It was slightly misshapen but made from soft yarn, similar to that of the blanket still stashed away in your shared bedroom. Without thinking, you raised it up into the air in question toward your husband.

“Think I might steal these,” you called out and grabbed the matching mitt from his pocket before you head out the door toward his car.

A knock on the passenger window snapped you from your thoughts. As you turned your head, you noticed Dustin waving at you with a frown on his face. “Can you open the door?” his muffled shout questioned. “I’m freezing my nuts off out here.”

His naturally curly hair looked matted as he yanked off his hat: a red knitted trapper. “Jesus,” he continued to ramble as he tugged on the seat belt across his form. “Where were you?! It has to be like negative ten outside.”

“I’ve been waiting out here for the last thirty minutes!” you argued. “I was starting to think you had gotten a ride from someone else.”

“I mean where were you just now? I was knocking on the window for at least five minutes.”

Oh, whoops. “Sorry.” You reached over the center console to adjust the heat and turn up the radio. A smile formed as “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” began to play over the speakers. “Guess I got a little bit distracted.”

Your brother scoffed. “I’ll say,” he muttered. “Get married and all of a sudden, you and Steve hardly ever pay attention to us anymore. Do you guys ever take a breath from sucking face or is that just around me?”

“Dustin!”

“Fine, fine!” Dustin held his hands up in mock surrender. “Can you just drop me off at Mike’s? We’re supposed to be planning this oneshot for when Will finally gets back home.”

There was a pregnant pause that lingered throughout the car as you shifted gears and started the trek to the Wheeler’s residence. You felt Dustin’s eyes on you the entire time. His mouth opened and then shut a few times, as though he was preparing to ask you something and had decided against it.

“Something’s different about you,” he mused. You felt his stare on you, much more focused than before. In your peripheral, you noticed he was squinting now. “Did you get a haircut?”

“...No?” you shifted self-consciously in the driver’s seat. Your brother was the Sherlock Holmes of the family, detective extraordinaire. Great for uncovering interference from the Upside Down, not so much when it comes to getting involved in your personal life. “And will you stop staring at me like that?” You waved a free mitten-covered hand in his direction. “It’s freaking me the hell out.”

“Oh, he gave you a pair, too!” Dustin noted with a grin. “They’re a lot better than his first try, aren’t they?”

You frowned and risked a quick glance in his direction before you returned your gaze to the road ahead. “What?”

“The gloves! Steve gave ‘em to you, right?”

“Not exactly,” you explained. “I took them from his coat. What do you mean they’re better than his first try?”

The car returned to silence once again.

“Dustin?”

Silence. A quick look over toward your brother revealed he had suddenly become interested in the fresh piles of snow against the side of the road. Nose wrinkled, you shook your head and pulled into the Wheeler’s street. Unfortunately for Dustin, mystery solving was in your genetics, and this was one question you wanted answered.

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“Babe?” you called out as you walked into the foyer of the house that evening. When you had taken Steve’s car from work, you had left him yours in the parking lot. You were surprised to see it back in the driveway once you arrived home after dropping Dustin off. Your stay had been much longer than you anticipated, with Nancy trying to make plans to finish Christmas shopping with you later in the week since she was home from Boston.

“Shit,” came the faint hiss of your husband’s voice from the living room. As you started to make your way toward the sound, you heard him clear his throat. “You’re back early, babe. I thought Dustin wanted to go to the mall to do some shopping.”

“Uh, no. He needed us to drop him off at the Wheelers. Something about some campaign they’ve been planning for Will,” you said with a frown. “Why is it so dark in here?”

As you flicked the lights on, you couldn’t help but blink at the sight before you. There was your husband perched in one of the armchairs you had gotten from your mother. He was wearing his wire-framed glasses, a side-effect of a few too many blows to the noggin over the years. Half a blanket was draped over his knee, pooling onto the floor below. As you walked closer, you noticed two large metal sticks in his hands. They were twitching as he stared over at you owlishly with wide eyes.

“Did you…make this?” you whispered almost far too quietly as you knelt down to lift up the edge of the blanket. Running your hand along it, you smiled at the soft yarn’s texture. It was a beautiful blanket with its blend of purples, orange, and yellows. The pattern reminded you of your favorite time of day: sunset. When you started dating, you used to drag Steve to the top of Walker’s Mountain to watch it almost every night. To most people, the setting of the sun meant the end of another busy day. To you, though, it was a reminder of how you survived another day no matter what evils may have been against you.

“Uh, y-yeah,” Steve stuttered. “It was mostly me.”

You tilted your head to look up at him. “Mostly?”

“Well, Virginia helped. Marge, too.”

“Marge? Virginia?” An amused smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Something I have to be worried about, honey?”

“No!!” your husband was quick to exclaim. “No, no. They’re just…”

“Just…?”

A sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he set the knitting needles down into his lap. He leaned forward to ghost his lips against your hairline. “Look,” he said. “I’ve uh, I’ve been going to the community center between shifts at the store on Saturday. There’s this class they host– more like a club.” He hesitated, glancing between you and the blanket in his lap. “They teach you how to knit.”

You smiled. “So you’ve been learning to knit?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “It’s actually been…nice, you know? Helps give me something to do. I don’t feel as helpless as I used to. It’s more peaceful than anything.”

“You know I wouldn’t tease you for this, right?” you asked, hands reaching up to gently cradle his face. Your heart strained at the thought of Steve being afraid of getting judged by you for what his father would have considered a so-called woman’s hobby. “I think it’s great you’ve found a hobby.”

“What?” Steve asked in shock. “No- no, that’s not why I was- oh, shit, babe. Did you think I didn’t want to- oh, no. That’s not it. I was going to tell you!” He chuckled a bit and sighed, lifting up the unfinished blanket in his lap. “I, uh, I just didn’t want to until I finished this.”

“Is this,” you started, “for me?”

Your husband nodded and used one hand to smooth out the knitted material. “I know how much you love sunsets,” he said quietly, “and I know we missed a lot of them with everything that went down over the years. I thought this might make up for it.”

You practically melted into a puddle from your kneeling position on the floor. Without another word, you bounced up as pressed your lips to his, ignoring the awkward feeling of his frames as they pressed into your face. “I love you,” you breathed out as you broke apart.

“I love you, too,” Steve was quick to reply. “I just didn’t want to jinx myself and mess up this surprise, you know?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I get it,” you soothed. “But, uh, I think you might need to make a few adjustments to it.”

Steve’s face dropped. “Is something wrong with it? Do you not like it?!” he fretted. “Oh God, I knew I should have picked another pattern–”

“Babe,” you interrupted. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What?”

Hiding a smile, you reached across his lap to smooth out the blanket. You absentmindedly started to trace shapes into it as you glanced up at him. “It’s a beautiful blanket, Steve,” you said slowly. “But I think it’ll need to be a little bigger.”

Steve furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “This should be plenty big for us to use on the couch.”

“For right now, yeah,” you chose your words carefully. A knowing smile threatened to stretch around your lips and you had to fight the urge to let it show. “But I don’t think that’ll be the case in a year.”

Steve followed your gaze lower down your body, resting upon your abdomen. You couldn’t help it. A risked glance back up at him told you his brain was slowly putting the pieces together. “Are you-” he asked, eyes snapping up to meet yours. “Are you really?”

When your smile finally broke free and you nodded, your husband all but threw his unfinished product across the room and pulled you into a heated kiss. As you threaded your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, you felt his lips curl into a smile against your own. His fingers danced their way under the hem of your shirt and pressed themselves against the skin of your stomach. He let them linger there for a moment before he released you on his lap.

“I was going to wait until Christmas to tell you,” you admitted, “but I just couldn’t help it. Especially when you were being as sweet as this.”

Steve laughed, a genuine one that sent butterflies soaring within your stomach. Your heart swelled at the sight of pure happiness which radiated off of him in waves. “That little shit was right,” he said between chuckles. “Knew I should have listened to him.”

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to your little brother’s observational skills to almost ruin the moment.

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One year later, you sat on the couch with Steve’s sunset blanket across your lap and two little babies asleep in your arms. It had been a long and eventful year, but you wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything. This year was Amelia and Emery’s first Christmas as part of your little family and you couldn’t be happier.

Yes, you and Steve hardly had any sleep the night before, thanks to last minute preparations between the screams of hungry twins. Yes, you were already exhausted despite only being fully awake for two hours. Yet this was the moment you had been dreaming about for twelve months. You weren’t so much as going to blink if it meant risking losing a moment of this special day.

A few moments later, Steve slid onto the couch beside you with two mugs of hot chocolate in hand. As much as you would kill for a real caffeine hit, you couldn’t resist the alluring smell of melted chocolate and cinnamon. Your husband placed his mug on the coffee table and reached for Em so you could take the warm beverage from his other hand.

The two of you enjoyed the peaceful sounds of cooing four-month-olds paired with the soft hum of Christmas carols played over the radio for a while. As you leaned against your husband, he pressed a kiss to your temple and gently tapped your side – a signal to adjust your position. He placed a sleeping Em into the portable crib you had brought downstairs the previous evening before doing the same for Amy.

“Sorry,” he apologized with a meek smile. “I would’ve let them sleep there, but I have something for you.” He walked over to the tree and picked up a small box wrapped in candy cane patterned paper. When he came back to the couch, he set it atop the blanket on your lap and moved to sit down with an arm draped over your shoulders.

“I thought we said no gifts for each other this year,” you mused. “It was just for the girls.”

“We did,” Steve agreed with a nod. “I mean, technically I didn’t break that promise. It’s not anything big, I promise. I just…I thought you might like it.”

You shot him a questioning glance before you used your fingers to delicately tear at the wrapping, being incredibly careful not to wake the sleeping children nearby. When you opened the box, a small gasp escaped your lips. Inside, wrapped in a cocoon of white tissue paper, were two small Santa hats. Knitted in a yarn as red of holly berries, both hats were adorned with a fuzzy white pom-pom and trim around the brim. When you lifted them out of the box, you began to tear up. At the brim of each hat was a series of embroidery of your daughters’ names: Amelia Robin Harrington and Emery Louise Harrington.

Overcome with emotion, you immediately turned to look at your husband. Steve was already looking down at you, concern etched on his features. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, voice shaking slightly. “Do you not like it–”

Just like you did twelve months ago, you silenced his ramblings with a kiss. This time, it was one of pure unadulterated love. You clung onto his blue and white Christmas sweater for dear life. Tears of happiness pricked at your eyes as you ran a hand against the side of his face. When you broke apart, you sent him a teary smile. “You really are amazing, Steve Harrington,” you whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he answered almost immediately.

You turned your attention back down to the little hats in your lap and glanced over to the portable crib that held your sleeping angels. You knew it would be a struggle to keep the hats on for long, but you hoped it would at least last until Jonathan arrived with his camera later on in the evening.

This was by far the best Christmas you had ever had and deep down you knew this was only the beginning. You smiled fondly to yourself as you thought about all of the other Christmas Days your little family would have for the rest of your lives. It had been a tough journey to get to where you were, but you wouldn't have changed a second for the world because you and Steve found your family…

…and that's all you could ever want or need.

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Author's Note: I'm not crying, you are. No seriously, I had so much fun writing down this idea after receiving this through an ask by the amazing Ace. I got to explore the early days of Dad!Steve and learn more about his life with the reader a bit along the way. My only frustration is I couldn't keep this fic as gender neutral as I would have liked, but I'm still incredibly happy with how it came out.

We're only two fics away from the end of Stevemas. How are we liking the event so far?! If you enjoyed this fic and want to see more like it on my blog, make sure to leave a comment, tag a friend who you think might like it, and reblog this post! Likes are appreciated, but it's these other interactions that really help spread the word about my writing and motivate me to keep creating content like this for you all to enjoy! If you want to keep up to date with the last few days of Stevemas or want to see more of my work in the future, maybe consider giving my blog a follow, too! I promise I won't spam you too much with promoting other writers' amazing works :)

Until next time, my little sparks <3

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sorcerous-caress · 11 months

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👉👈 uhm could you maybe release a snippet of those fics? Please? 🥺

I’ve deleted and rewritten this ask like 5 times because I’ve never in my life requested smut let alone something like… well that.

-The Ex-Lurker

Anon I am very sorry to inform you that these snippest are as real as santa. I never work on more than one or two fics at a time. And even when I do, i immediately post them the second they're finished.

There is no easter bunny, no queen of England and no Shadowheart degradation snippets.

I have requests for Shadowheart degrading people that i plan on posting after I actually write them, which I have not.

Instead, have this piece I've written just for you as an apology for leading you on <3 i will do it again.

Shadowheart degrades you

[ Smut, degradation, overstimulation, nb!reader, Dom!shadowheart ]

The sound of your voice was all you could hear in the room, raw, breathless, and needy. Hearing the desperation in your own moans made you close your eyes in embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Shadowheart's soft voice came from above you. Her hand went down to caress your head on her lap.

You choked on your own reply, your body squirming and twitching as yet another orgasm was forced out of you. Her hand between your thighs now drenched with your cum.

"Is it too much for your brain? Is that what this is about?" She didn't even give you a moment to rest before hand started moving again, the same brutal pace that she's been forcing onto you for an hour.

"If only you could see how pathetic you look right now." She didn't take her eyes off of your fucked out face on her lap, she seemed to revel in making you feel that burning shame of being watched.

She still had all of her clothes on, not a hair out of place, while you laid naked below her. She didn't even break a sweat while she continuously toyed and abused your most intimate areas into overstimulation.

"Just how many times did you make a mess already, and you're still cumming?" She stopped overstimulating you long enough to give the inside of your thighs a light slap, making your body jump as a loud whine escaped you.

She laughed, she was laughing at you.

Immediately, you felt yourself getting pushed to the edge of another orgasm, so fast too, you were really losing your mind.

"That pretty head of yours will probably be empty by the time I'm done with you." She caressed your head again, "you won't have any other purpose after. You'll be completely useless."

You were so close, you didn't care about your dignity anymore. You just wanted relief.

"Maybe I should invite all of our friends here, give them front row seats to your little show." She let you grind against her hand, cooing and chuckling as you made another mess, covering the insides of your thighs in your own cum.

But she didn't stop, instead, her hand went back to the same brutal pace if not faster.

The pleasure was too intense. It became too much and borderline painful. Your cries were ignored by Shadowheart as you begged and pleaded for a rest.

"A bitch in heat, that's what you are." The hand on your head pulled your hair in a painful grip as she brought your head closer to her face.

Her hand never stopped, you were full on crying from the burning pleasure. You couldn't control yourself, you couldn't control your voice and you couldn't stop from cumming endlessly on her hand. This was your punishment for overindulgence.

Isn't it her job to cleanse people of their sins as a cleric? Then consider this your atonement for being the whore that you are. For all the lust filled thoughts clouding your brain.

"Say, thank you." Her hold tightned on your hair, "thank me for treating you like you deserve to be treated, and I might let go."

Your nerves were on fire. You barely registered your own words as you thanked her as loudly as you can between your cries. Thanking her for giving a dirty pathetic whore like you the chance to repent and get cleansed.

Both hand let go of you, you head was dropped back into her lap.

"Turn around." She looked at you in disgust, "ass up, face down."

#♡shart #♡dom!shart #♡smut #shadowheart x reader #bg3 smut #degredation kink #overstim kink #nb!reader

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 3 months

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Hey, been a while since I’ve been on Tumblr but I can’t stop thinking of a part 2 for Dwayne with the reader in a hunter family. What if he turns the reader so he can get them out of that life 👀

Oooh I forgot about that fic and yes! I love this idea, it works so well! (After writing it I realised I went along a slightly different route but the idea is definitely still there!)

Part 1

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After that initial meeting, the two of us had gone out on a date. Dwayne had picked me up at the boardwalk and taken me to Santa Cruz, a neighbouring town. Once there he led me to a luxurious restaurant, where we spent the whole night. We enjoyed the food, talked for hours, and when the restaurant threw us out, I honestly didn't want to leave him. I had to, though. I had to go home.

I had Dwayne drop me off a block away from my house, hoping that my parents wouldn't notice. I sneaked in, glad to see neither my parents nor my sister were awake. Silently I walked up the stairs, made my way to my bedroom, only to be greeted by my mother. She turned to look at me, disappointment in her eyes.

"That you don't like the family business is one thing," she hissed, "but going out with a vampire? Who do you think you are?!"

"What?"

"Your sister saw you. That boy you've been with? He's one of the vampires-"

"You're lying! He's not!"

"He is, and all he will do is drain your blood and kill you like those other monsters did with your brother!"

I glared at my mother, rushing past her towards my bedroom. "And what if he was?" I murmured softly to myself. "He hasn't harmed me. He is sweet. He makes me happy. So what if he's a vampire?"

I laid down on my bed, sighing softly as I felt tears well up in my eyes. "Why does it matter so much to them?"

The next couple of nights, I met up with Dwayne. I sneaked out of my house, meeting him at the boardwalk. It was two weeks after I met him that he told me what he was. I felt obliged to tell him, not what I was, but rather what my family did. I was in tears when I looked at him, certain that this would be it. That I had found the man of my dreams and that my family would destroy my chance of happiness. That was three weeks ago now, and tonight, we walked together on the beach, the moon shining bright above us.

"You don't have to go home."

I looked up, wondering what he meant.

"You can stay with me. The boys and I were planning on moving anyway. I'd like you to come with."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. I gave him a watery smile as I tried to dry my tears.

"What will we do about my parents?"

"We can fake your death if you want. Or we can kill them. Or you could just disappear without a trace. Whatever you think is best."

"Let's just dissappear. They don't need to know a thing."

He smiled. "I'd hoped you'd say that."

I looked at him, sighing softly. "If I'm staying with you, can I become like you?"

"If that's what you want, yes."

"Because I do. I don't know why, but I like you. A lot, a lot more than I probably should. I mean, we have known each other for a month? And already I feel like I can't live without you, and-" I stopped, taking a breath. "I'm sorry, it's a bit much, isn't it?"

Dwayne shook his head, walking closer towards me, taking my hands in his. "Not for us. Vampires are sometimes lucky enough to have a mate, someone they're destined to be with."

"Oh my god, you're totally shitting me, aren't you?"

"No!" He grinned, "I am just happy you want this as well."

I smiled, looking at him. "So, we just leave then? Your packmates, me, off to new horizons?"

He nodded. "Even if we hadn't planned on leaving to escape the hunters, I would have wanted you with me."

"Is it because of the mating bond?"

"Partially, " he admitted, looking at me fondly, "but also because I wanted to get you out of that house. You deserve love and kindness, and you weren't getting it at home."

"No, I mean, they were trying, I guess, in their own -"

"That doesn't excuse it. You're wonderful, and the way they treated you? It's not okay."

"I guess," I said, sighing. "So, you'd really safe me from there?"

"I'll be your knight on shining armour."

"On?"

"I don't have a steed, and I don't have armour myself. My bike will have to do."

I chuckled. "Well, let's go then," I took his hand in mine, dragging him back to his bike. "We've got horizons to find."

#the lost boys #tlb #marko #david #paul #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader #dwayne x reader

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tlexx · 1 year

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Miss You (Vamp!Jake x Reader Smut)

AN: this is a continuation of Lost Boys, but you didn’t have to read it to enjoy! Just skip the emo part at the beginning!

Warnings: Biting, Public Sex, Blood Kink, Spanking, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Penetration

You sat across from him in the dark bar in Amsterdam, the third city you’ve been to in the past two weeks, in complete silence. He was rigid, somehow more so than normal. Danny and Sam had written to Jake, telling him that they too had not heard from their eldest brother, Josh. No one had heard from Josh in months, and it was starting to chip away at Jake, and subsequently you as well.

Despite physically distancing himself from his brothers, he couldn’t help but always have them on his mind. They were his everything, other than you, and now that he knew how to keep you safe and heal your relationship, his attention naturally turned to the one he felt he had lost; Josh.

“Baby?” You questioned quietly, pulling Jake from his haze. He quickly looked up from the sound of your soft voice, instinctively smiling at his favorite sight. His left hand tightly gripped a large pint of dark beer, almost pointlessly, as it would take something much stronger to get him actually drunk.

“Hmm.” He hummed as he reached across the table to take your hand in his. Jake rubbed his thumb gently over the back of your hand, a slight disappointment. Jake had been nothing but gentle with you lately, caressing you with light fingers that tickled instead of stung. It made no sense to you. You were a vampire now too, yet he treated you like you were that fragile girl that laid on the sandy beaches of Santa Carla. Not one bruise, bite, or mark disturbed your skin, and you hated it.

“What are you thinking about?” You knew the answer, but you wanted to see if he’d admit it.

“My brothers.”

“Josh.” You corrected.

Jake hung his head slightly, smirking and licking over his bottom lip, amused at how brave you’ve become in challenging him. You watched his tongue move so slowly, wishing that it was tracing the curve of your hip. You knew you should be ashamed of thinking about sex when he was fighting something internally, but he was your soulmate and it was always so hard to keep your hands off of him. “You know me so well, baby.”

“Like you always say, we are written by the moon.” You smirked back. Jake pulled your knuckles up to his mouth, letting his lips linger with a soft kiss. His eyes didn’t leave yours, so there was no way Jake missed the way your eyes rolled. He dropped your hand slightly, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Now, what was that?”

You embarrassingly avoided his gaze, biting the inner part of your undoubtedly pink cheek. Jake let your hand fall to the table, but kept a strong grip on your wrist. A touch that made you shift in your seat.

‘Baby, can you look at me?’ He carefully phrased it in a question, so you were able to avoid the request. Jake waited a moment, to see if you would give in to him. Years ago, you would in an instant, yet now you are more familiar with your stubbornness. When you continued to defy him, he squeezed harder around you. ‘Look at me.’

The demand that echoed through your head was impossible to disobey. In response, one that was entirely out of your control, your head whipped to look at your husband. Jake’s jaw was set to the side, his eyes darker than they were before, eyebrows lifted with amusement.

“You know better than that.” He growled from his seat. Jake leaned forward, pulling your arm as he did to bring your bodies closer over the table. “I’ll ask once; will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

You remained silent, looking at him through your coated lashes.

“Fine, tell-”

“You forget, Jacob, that I can make you do anything I want as well.” It was yet another challenge, one that he seemed impressed by.

He slowly let go of your hand, taking his place back perfectly slouched in his chair. Jake’s left hand slid down his thigh, pulling at his black jeans trying to give himself more room. Maybe this was working, maybe you needed to be the aggressor for once. Just to give him the incentive to treat you the way you so desperately desired.

‘Better be careful, babygirl.’

‘Or what? You gonna keep treating me like I’m gonna break?’ The thought came out before you could stop it. You exposed yourself at the first chance you got, obviously more desperate than you initially thought.

Jake bit back a smile, becoming aware of what was really bothering you. He chuckled, slowly nodding his head. “You’ve missed me?”

You stayed silent once again. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of a response to his patronizing teasing.

From an outsider's perspective, there was nothing being said between the two of you nestled in the back of the bar. Yet, Jake was not removing himself from the space in your head he occupied so often.

‘You missed the way I touched you? You miss the bruises, baby?”

You shifted in your seat, your skirt not giving you the friction you were pining for.

‘You miss how I bite you? Making sure you are mine, only mine?’

It took all your concentration to keep you from throwing your head back and moaning out his name in front of all these innocent mortals.

‘Oh, I know. You miss the way I’d fuck you. You want me to fuck you, baby?’

You got up from your seat without a word. You knew that the only sound you were capable of forming was a filthy high pitched moan. You grabbed his hand, as he sat smiling, pulling him behind you. Jake didn’t protest or put up a fight, he just stopped you for a second so he could throw a hundred dollar bill down on the wooden table. It was way more than the two beers cost, but he was in a rush and money didn’t matter to a man who has lived for hundreds of years.

Jake let you think you were leading him out of the bar, but the two of you knew that it was him that was in control, over everything. He was not just your husband, but your creator, your alpha.

Before the two of you reached his black motorcycle parked on the side of the building, he grasped your waist, pulling you to spin back into his arms. He held you almost impossibly close to him, giving you the ability to feel how excited he was just to get you back to your shared bed.

“Do you know-” He started while pressing his forehead to yours.

“The safeword, yes. Twilight.” You bounced on the balls of your feet. The excitement of what was to come manifested in overeager, almost silly movements.

Jake laughed lightly at your eagerness, kissing you on the top of your forehead, lighting up butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m glad you know, but that’s not what I was going to say.” Jake bent down ever so slightly to meet your eyes directly. “Do you know how much I love you?”

You responded with a kiss, knowing that it would hold more weight than any words. The passion in the way your lips moved with one another caused both of your fangs to come out. Biting into one another’s lip, eagerly chasing the blood that was threatening to fall down your chins. The kiss was paired with Jake’s hands roaming your hips and ass, squeezing every time you pressed into him. It was evident he needed this just as bad as you did. He had missed you too.

“Let’s get back, baby. I’m not sure I can wait that much longer.” He looked down between your bodies, yet you didn’t have to look to know what he was referring to. You could feel his hard cock pressing into you right under your belly button, teasing you already. You didn’t expect him to be this hard from just a kiss, but Jake’s body revealed what his words could not.

You walked backwards towards his bike, pulling him along with you. A playful smile fell upon your lips. Jake’s brown eyes hooded over, watching you with so much love and infatuation, a look you thought only possible in fairy tales.

“You won’t have to wait.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?”

You mount the motorcycle, settling down in your rightful seat. Sitting on the back his bike felt like you were on your throne, and in a way you were.

“You’ll see.” You winked, lifting your skirt higher up your legs slowly, your trademark move. Jake watched in hungry amusement, licking his lips once you revealed the scar he gave you so many years ago.

Jake trusted you, but there was a flash of annoyance when you did not give him the answer he wanted. He looked at you once more, silently requesting a response. Once he settled with the fact that he would not get one, he started his bike with a coinciding shake of his head. The roar of an engine giving you a false sense of privacy, you found the button of his jeans. Your manicured fingers easily popped it open, making it easy to pull the sturdy zipper down.

“Baby…” Jake warned in a shaky breath.

You kissed the shoulder of his leather jacket, moving your lips up to his ear to whisper; allowing your fang to bite into his lobe. “Can you take me home, daddy?”

“Fuck. Anything for you.”

You squeezed your knees into his hips to hold on, unable to use your hands to keep you from falling. He drove off reckless and fast, trying his best to make the fifteen minute drive much much shorter.

One of your favorite secret things about Jake was that he seldom wore underwear under his jeans, and right now you silently thanked him for the dirty habit. You palmed him, not because you needed to, but just to tease him further. You could hear him curse under his breath, feel his hips jolt forward trying to get you to wrap your fingers around where he needed you the most.

Jake white knuckled his handlebars when you pulled his cock free from his tight jeans. You were lucky that there was no one else on the road, but in all honesty neither of you ever paid any mind to those who surrounded you.

You twisted your wrist as you ran your hand up the long length of his cock, running your thumb over the tip. Jake groaned and his cock twitched in your hand the second time you repeated the movement.

‘You okay, Jakey?’ You mocked. You knew that this was the only time that he wasn’t going to take all control from you, and you had to take advantage.

‘You’re in for it when we get back.’

‘Lucky me.’

You moved your hand up and down his cock, squeezing harder the faster he drove. You kept a nice steady pace, not actually wanting to get him off just trying to make it torturous for him until he was deep inside you. Every bump he hit was used to your advantage, sending his dick further up into your hand.

“Can you go any faster, baby?” You whined in his ear. Your voice was light and flirty, sounding more innocent than you ever should.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going.” Jake’s voice was strained. He was fighting off all urges to pull over and bend you over his motorcycle right then and there, a thought that looped through both of your minds often. He had done it once before, on the backroads of northern France, and it remained one of your most cherished memories.

“I just want you so bad.” To punctuate your point you brought your free hand further into his jeans to his balls. As one hand continued to pump him, the other gently massaged him. You were rewarded with a string of moans and shaky breaths from your lover, making you smile into his shoulder. “Do you want me, Jake?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do.”

“Then faster.” You demanded.

The speedometer hit one hundred. Jake sped past any car that stood in the way of being able to fuck you. You weren’t scared in the slightest, letting the adrenaline further along your lust.

You could feel yourself growing wetter. You were soaking through your lace panties to the point you swore you could feel it dripping down your thigh. You rolled your hips forward so your pussy was pressed further onto the leather seat of the bike. The vibration and pothole ridden road was the only thing giving you some relief.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moan again in his ear. Your hands were still on him but slowed ever so slightly by the distraction of your own pleasure.

“Y/N, are you using my bike to get off?” He tried his best to look behind his shoulder, to get any sort of glance of your pussy grinding against the leather seat. Yet, unfortunately for him, he had to keep his eyes more so on the road.

“Mhm.” Your head fell further into his shoulder, hot breaths tickling his neck. “I am.”

You could see him gulp down his arousal, quickly collecting his composure. Jake didn’t like allowing you to win, and he would not be doing that now. “Good girl.”

The pet name coaxed you along, praise giving you motivation. You moved your hips back and forth at the same pace you jerked off Jake, the closest thing you could get to fucking at the moment. His cock had grown even harder, something you didn’t think possible, and you knew that you would be sore in the morning.

“How much longer?” You whined after kissing the side of his neck.

“Just a few minutes, baby. Keep going, get yourself wet for me.”

You followed Jake’s orders, rocking and riding the movement of his beloved bike. You kept working on him, the feeling of him under your touch making you even more excited. It took five, maybe eight minutes to get back to the hotel you were staying in. Yet it felt like an agonizing eternity. The last sharp turn into the hotel parking lot caused the two of you to gasp in relief, the anticipation finally over.

Jake killed the engine then got off the bike, stuffing himself back into his jeans. He didn’t bother buttoning them back up, he knew that they’d be long forgotten soon.

You missed the feeling of him in your hand the moment he left you. Giving him puppy eyes, you looked up at him from his bike. Jake just smirked, picking you up easily from your seat. There was a noticeable spot on the seat, slick that was only visible with the bright light of the full moon. You wrapped your legs around him, letting your pussy settle against his stomach.

“I love you.” You declare with a kiss on his nose.

“And I love you.” Jake declared as well with a kiss to your lips.

He carried you through the lobby, kissing your neck, paying no attention to the two elderly women knitting by the check in desk. You sheepishly wave, noticing that the two were staring.You noticed a letter on the counter. One with handwriting that looked very familiar to you, but one particular kiss just below your ear caused all your concentration to be focused on the way Jake felt like an extension of yourself.

“Good for them.” The one with a neat bun of gray hair laughed, her words heavy with an accent.

“If my husband looked like that, I’d climb him too.” The other with the cat sweater added.

Jake stopped, turning to the older women with a sly smile. “Ladies. My apologies if we keep you up this evening.”

“Honey, don’t let us ruin your fun. Treat her well.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

Jake continued on up the stairs of the small inn. It wasn’t anything fancy, but of course he booked the biggest room on the second floor. It was simple, with a king sized bed and a two person tub, all that was required for a blissful weekend.

“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Kiszka, I’d say she was hitting on you.”

“Look at me. Who wouldn’t hit on me, Mrs. Kiszka?”

“Mhm.” You leaned down for a kiss, trusting Jake enough to lead the way without the use of his eyesight. If he took a path once, he’d be more than capable of knowing it like the back of his hand.

His fingertips gripped into your ass under your skirt, the first of many bruises that would form on your skin. His tongue prodded into your mouth, making it abundantly clear who was in charge now.

Jake was able to kick open the door with ease. With the shield of privacy your room gave him, he sprinted to the bed, dropping you on your back with a smile. He towered over you, looking even more terrifyingly ethereal with the warm light glowing behind his head. In one swift motion, Jake grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and yanked it over his head. You gaze at his perfect chest, the way his broad shoulders flexed after looking at you laid out for him. His jeans, still unbuttoned, laid low on his hips, barely constricting the boner that was begging to come out.

“You wanted it rough?”

You gulped down. It was what you wanted but with the way Jake was looking down at you, you became a little intimidated at what his plan may be. His hair was wild from the ride, lips swollen from the earlier bite, jaw tensed. He looked god-like.

“Baby, don’t get shy on me now.” Jake kneeled on the bed. One hand on your bent knee, the other in his jeans rubbing himself. “You were so brave before. What happened?”

Your mind felt so fuzzy. There was a buzzing energy, something you had not felt in so long. It was not lust, there was something else here. However, before your mind could land on the answer, Jake pulled your knees apart.

“Perfection.” He whispered to himself, eyes locked between your thighs. The twin scars on your thighs usually caught his attention, giving pleasure and pain, but this night he was only focused on one thing; giving you what you had asked for - his favorite thing to do.

You leaned back onto your elbows, expecting his lips to trail up your thigh. It was routine for the two of you, Jake always wanting to taste you before he got any pleasure himself. Your hips swayed, adjusting to the fact that he had not yet given your body any touch.

“Jak-”

“Can you stand up for me?” Jake sat at the edge of the bed, smiling to himself. You wanted so badly to know what he was thinking, and even though you had the ability to do so, you felt it was more so in your favor to be surprised.

You did as he asked, standing in front of him. Your hip popped out to the side, attitude laced in each curve of your body. It was not intentional, quite the opposite actually. You were just that annoyed with having to wait for pleasure.

“You don’t look very pleased.” Jake spoke smoothly, his confidence in full. The way you looked at him reminded him that he was the only one that truly knew how to pleasure you, the only person you loved. And that is what drove him, inside and outside the bedroom.

“I want you.” You whined as your thighs rubbed together. You sucked in a sharp breath at the littlest of pressure to your clit. You knew now you indeed were dripping down your thighs. “I miss you.”

“Me or this?” Jake pulled his cock out from the little bit of coverage his low sitting jeans supplied. Your body instinctively took a step forward, being called to him so naturally. His hand wrapped around himself, pumping slowly, bothering you more so than himself. “I think you should stay there.”

You took a step forward, head held high. You looked down on him, faking as if you had any power in this situation. “Or what?”

“Do you really want to test me?” His thumb deliciously ran over the head of his cock, his pale skin contrasting the pink of his tip. Jake bit his bottom lip. His fangs would be threatening to anyone else, but to you they were just another pleasurable part of his exquisite body.

Your foot barely brushed against the floor before Jake had you scooped up into his arms. He easily sat you along his lap, your weight feeling like a feather. Your stomach laid along his thighs, your skirt bunched around your waist, hands trying to find anything to grab onto. They rested on the rose-embroidered comforter, clutching on so tightly.

“How many?” The palm of his hand ran up the back of your thigh, ghosting over your pussy annoyingly, before trailing down the other. “How many do you think you deserve?”

“For?” You croaked. Your mouth was dry, as it seemed your body was occupied with keeping other parts of your body wet.

“For?” Jake scoffed. “For your dirty words in the bar. For jacking me off on my bike, in front of the whole city. For not telling me what you needed.”

Jake kissed the top of your head after making his last point. It was something the two of you could discuss at a different time, now was promised to the burning touches he kept from you these past months.

You didn’t answer him, knowing that it wouldn’t influence him in any way. Your skin started growing hotter, your cheeks burned, every inch of you was begging.

You barely felt the first smack to your ass, your adrenaline too high and Jake’s hand still too soft. “Still not rough enough? You’ve grown so brave, baby girl.”

The only response your body could produce was to stick your ass even higher into the air. Initializing him to try again, maybe just a little harder this time.

Jake’s hand raised above his hand. His fingers were spread, so he could cover as much surface area as possible. If he was going to do anything, he was going to make sure that you were in pain like you had asked for.

“Fuck!” You gasped the moment the sting of his skin seared against you. There was no way that you wouldn’t have a welt of his handprint on your skin.

He slapped you again. “I’ll make sure I leave a mark this time.”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. A cute smirk on your lips to compliment your innocent wide eyes. “Don’t you think you’ve marked me enough, Jakey?”

You squeezed your hands between your bodies, finding your way to your inner thigh. Slowly, you circled the scar, in the exact way Jake usually rubs against your clit. You watched him crane his neck ever so slightly, not trying to get caught, as he stared at your two fingers.

“It’ll never be enough.” He growled and slapped your ass one final time as hard as he could, only because he knew you could take it. “Not until the whole world knows who you belong to.”

Before you could respond, Jake pulled your thin lace panties to the side, giving him a perfect look at just how soaked you were. He spared no second, running his pointer finger up from your clit to where you ached. Opposed to his slaps, his touch was feather light. It was a different kind of pain he was inflicting. You pushed back into his hand, desperate and whiny, just for him to pull his hand completely from you.

“If you want me in your pussy, you need to be a good girl.”

“I am a good girl.” You pathetically moaned. The way Jake raised his eyebrow told you that he did not quite believe your words, your body contradicting the statement.

However, Jake amused you. Pushing his fingers into your soaking wet pussy, you screamed out his name. His cock grew against your stomach, loving watching your head thrown back and your lips part to form his name so filthily.

“Whose good girl? Who do you belong to?” Jake pumped his fingers inside you slowly, patiently waiting for an answer.

“Yours. I’m forever yours.” You were growing impatient, needing so much more of him than what he was giving you. It was his cruel way of giving you the little bit of punishment he could for not speaking up before this evening.

Jake leaned over to whisper in your ear. His breath tickled against your neck, causing you to roll it to the side in hopes for his full lips to land there. They never did. The only thing he gave you was the smallest movement of his fingers. “Then use your words and tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Not good enough.” He kept moving his fingers in and out of your pussy, yet he methodically slowed down to a pace that gave you almost nothing. You tried again to push back against his fingers, but Jake used his free hand to pin your hips down. “Try again.”

“I want your cock.” You whimpered. It was becoming painful not getting what you wanted, Jake usually jumped at the chance to fuck you.

“And?”

“And I want you to make it hurt.” You felt shame admitting it, but your honesty was rewarded.

Jake lifted you off of his lap, unfortunately removing his fingers from you in the process. He wasted no time ripping your clothes from your body, leaving your linen dress in a pile of shredded material in the corner of the room. You were placed on your knees, being held up with his arms wrapped around your back. He had complete control over your body, just how you wished.

Jake ripped your bra in two, as smooth as a piece of paper, while he kissed down your torso. Your eyes fell shut, your neck fell back, and goosebumps lit up your skin when his focus turned to your nipples. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving your body shaking against his.

“More.” You breathlessly whispered.

Jake shook his head. His teeth scraped against your skin as he moved to just below your collarbone. You felt him leave the gentlest kiss before a searing pain took over. Jake bit into your skin at the same moment his fingers found your clit. His fingers moved fast, expertly knowing the rhythm needed to get you where he wanted.

Blood poured down your chest, spreading across Jake’s chin. His brown eyes looked up at you, a deviant glint taking over his usual loving look. Jake shot you a smile, his fangs tinted red with your blood, lips wet and glistening. “How’s that, baby?”

“Perfect, baby. Please keep going.” Your hips were rocking against his hand. He allowed this knowing that you deserved some type of release after all of his teasing.

Jake flattened his tongue, licking across the bite, then up your neck. He stopped right under your jaw, nipping at the skin before bringing his mouth to yours. Against your lips he cooed; “You like when I bite you, dirty girl?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” Jake kissed you then quickly moved to your shoulder. He harshly bit down, more blood spreading across your chest and sliding down both your bodies. Jake sucked at your skin, knowing your body will heal, he divulged in his fantasies. Your blood was everywhere, and his tongue quickly followed. He wanted to taste you, he wanted all of you.

This continued for a while. Small bites, big bites, on every part of your body that was exposed to him. It heightened your pleasure, and your orgasm was threatening to break through.

“Daddy, please?”

“Please what, baby?”

“Can I cum? Please, please!”

“On the count of three.” You nodded your head, biting down on your lip to concentrate on not disobeying him.

“One.” Jake moved the arm that was holding you, allowing you to fall back against the pillows.

“Two.” Two of his fingers trailed up your body, collecting as much of your blood as he could in the process.

He paused his counting, still rubbing against your clit. Jake stared down into your eyes, so intensely you wouldn’t dare look away. His fingers fell upon your lips, your own blood staining them darker. “Three.”

As you came, Jake shoved his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You wrapped your tongue around them, cleaning them off perfectly for him. Your body convulsed, electricity seemed to run through you, every nerve of your body lighting up at once.

Your mouth was full, so the room was just full of muffled moans until he placed both of his hands on your hips. The moment you could you screamed his name. You kept repeating it as he watched your every move. You swore his eyes rolled back at the sound of his name, but Jake was always too quick to regain his composure.

Once your body calmed down, his clothes joined yours, allowing his cock to be free against his tan stomach. You reached for it, only to have him slap your hand away.

“You told me to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you.” Your eyes grew wide. You weren’t sure if you were ready for it just yet. Jake must've read your mind, because his lips twinged up in a smirk. “Too rough?”

“No!” You shouted quickly.

“Good.”

Your body was flipped so you were on all fours, your ass higher than your shoulders creating a perfect arch in your back. He didn’t need to, you were already so wet from your first orgasm, yet Jake spat down between your bodies, spreading the spit on your pussy with the tip of his cock.

“Jakey, I need you.”

“I know, baby. You’ve been so good for me.” Jake slowly pushed inside you, the pleasure causing your chest to fall completely against the mattress. “So, I’ll give you what you want.”

Jake pulled his cock completely out of your pussy before slamming it back into you. His hips forcefully collided with your ass as he fucked you. You could feel him in your stomach, making it harder to breathe. Your chest roughly rubbed against the soaked sheets with each one of his thrusts.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before..” He said breathlessly. Jake’s stamina had always impressed you, but the fact he was talking so coherently while he was fucking you so hard took you by surprise. “You don’t have to talk, baby. Your body is telling me everything I need to know.”

Up until that moment you didn’t realize your pussy was clenching around his cock. Your body had a natural reaction to him that you couldn’t quite understand. Whimpers, moans, and heavy breathing filled the room. Jake never wavered, continually fucking you hard and fast.

You gripped onto the red sheets with white knuckles, screaming into the mattress in hopes that the ladies downstairs couldn’t hear you. This obviously upset Jake, because his right hand ended up in your hair. His fingers messily tangled in the strands, giving him the leverage to yank you upright against his chest.

His left hand found your throat, squeezing hard enough to sting but not hard enough to keep you from screaming. “I said you don’t have to talk. I still want to hear you scream for me.”

You fulfilled his request. Screaming and moaning loudly as he fucked up into you. Your body felt weak from the intense pleasure, and you silently thanked him for holding you steady. Your head rested back against his shoulder, eyes closed and eyebrows knit together. To Jake you looked the most perfect like this, connected as one with him.

“I know you want to cum, I can feel it.” He whispered in your ear, pointed with an extra hard thrust. “Together?”

“Yes, Jake, yes!” You knew you were loud, but you weren’t sure it was possible for you to be any quieter.

Jake’s rhythm finally became sloppier, as his concentration turned to not coming until you were both ready. “Will you say it with me?”

You knew Jake wanted to demand you to cum for him, your body literally not being able to say no to him. But it was only fair if you could do the same.

“Yes, on three.” Your voice was hoarse, shaky and meek. Yet you were able to say the demand at the same time as your lover.

“Cum for me, baby.” His words were louder than yours, however it didn’t matter. Both of your bodies came together, melding together passionately. Your breaths matched one another, the rise and fall of your chest synchronized as you came down for your euphoric high.

Jake gently laid you down against the mattress, smiling and kissing your forehead. “Are you okay?”

You kissed his lips back, feeling the sting of your muscles as you raised up onto your elbows. “Never better.”

Jake looked down at the mattress, cringing at the sight. “Quite the mess. I should probably go ask for some more sheets”

Just as you were going to ask him to stay with you for a few more moments, there was a knock at the door. Jake’s eyes grew playfully wide.

‘Guess we were too loud.’ He said in your mind.

You chuckled, pushing him off the bed with the pad of your foot. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it low around his waist before answering the door.

You watched him, admiring his body so intentelly you couldn’t focus on what was being said. It wasn’t until Jake turned around with a white face that you knew this wasn’t just a noise complaint.

“Baby, what is it?”

He held a small envelope in his hand. It looked like it weathered and the top edge was torn. Jake never looked up at you, yet he croaked. “It- it’s a letter. It’s a letter from Josh.”

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the-lost-boys-whore · 2 years

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Would you be open to a request about the Italian Stallion and the reader? Like maybe he chose her to eat, but decides he can't do it when it comes time to because something about her makes his heart beat again. He ends up following her everywhere, every night after because he becomes ObSesseD, and he just wants to keep her safe and he can't just approach he like a NORMAL person because he's a short VAMPIRE with a TEMPER and he doesn't want to scare her, but it's basically just a bunch of melodramatic, romantic, Italian pining. In the mean time, the boys? Don't know what to do? Like who is this heart broken Romeo? and where is? their rabid possum that they adopted?

Okay I had total writers block with this but I think this imagine is good. We'll see lol.

Italian Romeo

Santa Carla, California. The best summer spot in your opinion. Packing up your things and moving here for the summer was a good idea. Eventually, you got tired of the daytime action and decided to hang out at the boardwalk at night. That’s when he spotted you.

When Marko first laid eyes on you he saw you as nothing but a quick and easy tourist to make his meal but as he watched you more and more, his feelings changed. He was obsessed by the end of the night. It’s like you bewitched him without even a single glance. You didn’t notice him at first but as he continued to follow you every night, you picked up on his presence. You found it creepy at first but as time went on and you got used to being followed around by the blonde you found it almost comforting and sweet.

This leads us to the present—Marko in his room in the cave, which was littered with sketches of you. He kept drawing you but in his mind, every single piece was worse than the last. He wanted to have you sit in front of him so he had a reference. Dwayne was the first to notice the change in his brother’s behavior. Then Paul caught on, and finally David.

When David got wind of this information he kept himself from laughing his ass off. There was no way Marko had gotten caught up in matters of the heart, or so David thought. Until the evidence was shown to him, the drawings, a newly created nest away from the other boys, and Marko sitting on the couch trying to figure out how to approach you. David could only sigh at the sight in front of him.

Marko had figured out a plan. A concert was in town and he was sure you would go, he just knew it. When you didn’t the poor boy was heartbroken. It was almost like you had rejected him to his face. He hid away from the rest of the boys and only hunted alone for a few weeks before he caught sight of you again checking out a poster for the latest free event on the boardwalk. Marko’s heart was set on getting to actually talk to you at that event and he was determined to work up the courage to do so.

He tried his best honestly, he even made sure he didn’t smell like seawater. The sight before him crushed him completely. There you were, the girl of his dreams, talking to none other than his own brother, Paul. He sulked back over to his bike, the look on his face akin to a kicked puppy. His emotions were all over the place. He felt heartbroken, confused, and betrayed all at once.

When Paul walked over with you in tow it was all Marko could do not to punch Paul. That was until you passed Paul and came straight to him. He couldn’t believe his eyes, his undead heart skipped several beats before you finally reached out to touch his arm. He simply smiled at Paul silently thanking him.

“So you must be Marko, Paul’s told me so much.” You say. Your voice made Marko almost melt. “Yeah I am,” he says swallowing his fear and nerves. You smile, oh your smile, Marko swears you are an angel. “The lost puppy that's been following me for weeks. How about you and I go somewhere and make you not so lost.” you offer. “A date?” he asks you. Your response makes his knees go weak as you place a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah. A date.” You confirm. Marko is too dazed to actually answer and before you think he's rejecting you Paul steps in and agrees for his brother, once again saving his ass.

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doveabovetheworld · 9 months

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Merry Christmas, Sammy

Summary; After a few months of your lover being on an adventure with his brothers and best friend, he finally comes home…

Warnings; mentions of war, battle wound, hinting towards sex but mostly fluff

A/N; Happy Holidays, @losfacedevil!!! I am very happy that I had the honor of being your Secret Santa! This was a cute idea that I shaped together out of the answers to each question I asked you. I really hope you like it, even if it’s a bit short. This was also set in the little universe that Greta made with their music, so this also kinda ties into a different series I’m starting soon. I hope everyone has a great holiday and enjoys this Sammy fic! Much love!

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It was 5 months since he left. His brothers asked if he’d go with them on a journey and although you weren’t so keen on it, you let him go. Your mind couldn’t help but worry with ‘what ifs’.

What if he isn't okay? What if he died? What if he won’t come back before Christmas?

He always came back for Christmas.

You didn’t even decorate the Christmas tree because that was always something you AND Sam always did. You wanted to wait for him but what if there was no point in waiting?

You let out a small sigh, walking from the kitchen towards the front door to get your coat and winter gear on.

You and Sam lived in a little cottage a few miles from a nearby town. It was a nice light brown cottage with flowers and a garden in the front. You guys also had a stables with a few horses behind the house as well. It was a comfy place you liked to call home.

While you were outside, caring for the horses, you heard the sound of footsteps ascending towards you. Before you could even look, you heard a familiar voice.

“I wasn’t gone too long, was I?”

You turned and saw Sam standing at the doors with a huge smile. He had his arms out, waiting for a hug, which you gladly responded with as you ran up to him.

As you two embraced, he kept planting small kisses all over your face, causing you to let out small laughs. You two hugged for about a good 3 minutes before you pulled away just to see his face. Those puppy dog eyes and a gorgeous smile that you haven’t seen in forever. You missed him.

“Sam… Oh my god…” you said as you held his face in between your palms. “I-I thought you died.”

Sam couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I’m sorry, princess… I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“No, no, don’t say sorry,” You said with a smile. “I was just worried after what I heard about what the journey was, y’know?”

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I? No need to worry any longer.” He said as he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss.

You both were sitting on the sofa, looking at the now-decorated Christmas tree. The warmth from the fireplace and the blankets, not to mention Sam’s body heat as you cuddled, was comfortable enough to make you fall asleep.

Sam had his arm around you, keeping you as close to him as possible, as you laid your head against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat. You could smell the scent of pine and sap from the tree. You could feel his fingers softly run through your hair. You could taste the sugar cookies you and him just eaten. You saw the content smile on his soft face as he held you. This was all you both wanted. This was home.

“Tell me about the mission you guys went on.” You said, smiling at him.

He looked down at you and kissed the top of your head.

“Where do I even start?” He chuckled and moved so that way he could look directly into your eyes. “It was insane. We saw almost all of the hillsides and kingdoms and towns and valleys in all of the continent. We fought in some pretty big battles, Jake, Josh, Danny, and I. I also got a pretty good battle wound too.”

He smiled proudly as he took off his shirt and showed you a scar on the side of his torso. It seemed to have healed itself but you couldn’t help but gasp.

“Sammy… what happened…?”

“Oh, it was during a battle. It’s okay though, it was a few months ago, and I’m fine.” He rushed to say as he saw the panic in your eyes.

You were about to say something before he spoke again, “No need to worry, sweetie. I promise you, I’m okay.”

“Sam…” you started. “I hate seeing you hurt.”

He gave you the saddest smile before pulling you onto his lap and hugging you. You felt his chilled skin against your clothes. His breath was on your neck and he gave small kisses to your shoulder. He wanted to reassure you that he was okay, and you believed it but of course, you’d worry. He’s your boyfriend.

“Baby, I know how much this journey means to you but what if one day you leave and… what if you don’t come back?” You asked with grief. This was a thought you never wanted to think of.

“I’ll be back. Princess, love, I will always be here,” He said with that same smile and those puppy dog eyes. He ran his hand through your hair. “I promise.”

You couldn’t help but smile and leaned down, kissing his forehead. You noticed some light blush spread across his face.

“Hey, there was a Christmas light festival in town… maybe we can go?” You suggested, wanting to make the tone a bit more upbeat once again.

His smile grew even more before saying, “Yes! That’s perfect!”

You both walked a couple of miles to the nearby village, able to see a festival full of candlelight and flowers. It was a gorgeous sight, multiple different colors blinding you both. He held your hand tightly, lightly stroking the top of your hand with his thumb. You smiled, thankful that he was back and making you smile.

He pointed out a bouquet of red roses and smiled as he said, “They remind me of you because you’re just as beautiful. Remember when we first met?”

You let out a small laugh, thinking of the time in the tavern a couple of years ago. You both ran in due to the snowstorm hitting the city. He was with his older brothers and best friend on some sort of mission to get some extra money. He bumped into you on accident, spilling his beer on your dress.

“Yeah, and you still have the same baby face I fell in love with,” you answered, as he blushed at your comment.

You remember seeing his brown eyes and the apologetic look on his face as he repeatedly said “I’m sorry”, over and over again. He offered you a drink and the rest is history. You both clicked immediately and after that night of exchanging stories, he gave you a rose. He wanted you to remember him before he left. And you did.

The whole night he held your hand, keeping you close to him in an attempt to keep you warm. That was something you liked about him. How much of a gentleman he’s always been. He gave you a small kiss on your forehead before catching sight of a dog.

“Oh my god, look!” He yelled out, pointing to the dog with a smile. He looked like a little kid and his expression made you laugh.

“You wanna go say hi?” You asked, squeezing his hand.

“I wanna go say hi.” He said before running towards the dog, taking you with him. He crouched down as he saw the animal, putting his hand out and saying in the softest voice possible, “Hey, buddy… I’m Sam and this is Y/N. What’s your name?”

You couldn’t help but smile at Sam as he conversed with the dog, getting permission to pet it as the dog moved closer. Sam took up the dog’s offer and let go of your hand as he petted the dog.

“Does he have an owner?” You asked, a bit worried about the dog being in the cold.

“I’m not too sure, actually…” Sam said as he smiled at the dog. “Maybe we can keep him if he doesn't.”

You smiled and let out a small laugh.

“Maybe. He is definitely a real sweet one.” You replied, crouching down next to Sam to pet the dog.

“Let’s bring him home, just for the night. Please? We can’t keep him out in the cold. And anyway, we can see if he has an owner tomorrow morning.” Sam begged, putting on a fake pout and puppy dog eyes. He knew you were a sucker for the pout.

You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled before agreeing, along with Sam repetitively thanking you. The dog even seemed happy as it looked at the two of you with a glint in its eyes. You knew you made the right choice. If he had an owner, you’d find them

tomorrow, but all you guys cared about right now was making sure the dog didn't freeze to death in the snow.

You and Sam, along with the dog, were back home. You guys were cuddled up on the bed and under the covers, the dog, whom you decided to name Oakley, at the end near your feet. Sam had his arms around you, keeping your head near his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead.

“You look really pretty…” he mumbled quietly.

You blushed at his compliment, smiling lightly.

“Thank you. You look really handsome yourself,” you answered back, moving a bit closer to him if it was even possible.

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam mumbled after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, Sam?”

“I love you.”

You smiled to yourself and gave his collarbone a small kiss before saying quietly, “I love you too…”

His hands around your waist held you tighter as if he thought that if he let go, you’d disappear. He kept leaving small kisses on your forehead down to the tip of your nose to your cheeks and then to your lips.

“What if we kicked Oakley out for a bit? He wouldn’t mind…” he mumbled as he gave small kisses on your neck.

“No, probably not,” you agreed, moving onto your back so he was on top of you.

“God, I missed you.” He said in a breathless voice before kissing your lips with force.

After the kiss broke, you ran your hand through his hair and smiled. “Me too. You’ll never know how much I missed you…”

“Don’t worry. You’ll never have to miss me again.”

“Promise?” You asked, looking up at him pleadingly.

“I promise, princess.” He said before kissing you again.

You knew he meant it. You saw it in his eyes and you felt it in the kiss. You knew he was infatuated with you and you knew he felt at home when he was with you. This was just one of the many Christmases you’d spend together.

“Merry Christmas, Sammy,” you mumbled after the kiss, feeling his hands squeeze at your waist and hold onto you.

“Merry Christmas, sweetie.”

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#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sammy kiszka #sammy kiszka fic #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka fic #sam greta van fleet #sammy <3 #sam gvf

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missing Kidnapped by the fae moments (dunno if u still create for it) so here i am asking for some crumbs

Okay so you know the fae probably Went Hard on stuff like the summer and the winter solstice. Even though time moved differently over there.

So when the boys are back in the human realm, there's a bit of an adjustment. For one, LA doesn't have seasons the way the fairy realm did. And Reggie and Luke came from places in the US where winter was a thing, so they're kind of adjusting too. Though Luke is pretty fine with it, since he wears a beanie and no sleeves no matter what.

Willie and Reggie kind of miss the snow. I think Willie didn't care much for snow until Caleb stole Luke, who taught him the Joys Of Snowball Fights and Snow Men and Sledding.

Snowball fights were very much only a 'Caleb and the other fae are Out Hunting' thing after the first time a snowball went wide and hit one of the fae it was Not A Fun Time For Luke And Willie for several months.

So yeah, the boys are lamenting how they miss snow and sledding. Making sand-men on the beach is just not the same. Throwing sand at each other is Bad actually.

But, they get the bright idea, they could totally make a sled out of two skateboards and some cardboard, right?

Ray has a Very Bad Day after that. At least there were no broken bones this time but Reggie's on crutches for a week (it should have been more, but well, the boys aren't fully human yet) and Willie is Grounded from Skateboarding for just as long. Ray didn't even take his skateboard away, he just used the 'I'm not mad just disappointed' voice and explained it was unfair if Willie could skate when Reggie couldn't even walk

First time Reggie tried to walk through a wall with his crutches (what? his hands were full and doors are hard to open like that!) he went through fine... the crutches did not.

The boys do embrace other parts of the season, though.

Alex and Reggie really like baking. It's soothing, the steps are all laid out, everything smells nice, and there's food at the end. Julie and Ray and Carlos supervise the first few times just to make sure they understand the oven, but after that, they have free reign.

Reggie is the one who discovers the TikTok Baking Twink and starts trying more out there recipes. Some of which, Alex put his foot down to say no. He already lived through the horrific things that did with aspics and pineapple once, thank you. He has no need to relive it.

Luke of course is obsessed with modern Christmas music. Because he hasn't heard it seventeen billion times before, he really loves 'All I want For Christmas Is You' and he sings it to Julie once, really sincerely. Julie is utterly charmed.

He doesn't get why Flynn laughs at them.

When they try to explain Santa to Willie, he just nods sagely. Ah yes, he says, like the fae. You leave him offerings, he decides if you are a good person or a bad person, and rewards or punishes you as he sees fit. And he uses magic.

They are all very creeped out about Santa after that.

Willie does love the idea of gifts, though. Being raised by fairies, he has a very warped relationship with them, but when they explain that you get people you care about gifts for Christmas, he is all on board. Especially when Flynn introduces him to Sparkly Wrapping Paper.

(Yes, Ray has a conversation with Willie that if he wants things from stores, he must use money to buy them and not ask his crow friends to steal it.)

When Willie starts leaving them gifts, it's at random, in the weirdest places. But the right person always discovers them.

It starts normal enough, with some Fun Socks for Alex. Julie gets some sparkly glitter pens. Flynn gets some really weird soda she's never heard of before that has the same effect as seven sodas.

Luke and Reggie get rocks he found that look like a guitar pick and a dog, respectively. They are just as touched and excited as the others, though.

Carlos gets a videogame. It's a game that isn't supposed to be out until next year. Ray is starting to get a headache but Willie earnestly tells him it's not from a store.

Ray gets sweets he loves and misses from Puerto Rico. He has never mentioned these in front of Willie or any of the kids. He knows for certain they're not available in the states. He is scared to ask.

The gifts only get weirder but just as heartfelt from there. Food appears while Julie is studying that she didn't even realise she was craving. Sheet music for long-forgotten songs Luke only remembers snippets of.

Dogs appear whenever Reggie is sad, and once he's cheered up, they happily trot off to wherever they came from. Ray keeps checking the local facebook pages but nobody seems to notice their missing dogs.

Ray is almost relieved when Christmas comes around because hopefully it will stop the ever-increasingly-weird gifts.

He sits through the kids opening their stockings first. His new 'foster kids' are very easy to buy for, because there's so much they've never had and they appreciate just about everything. And yes maybe he did get them all little puzzles in the hopes of distracting them long enough that he can have a quiet afternoon.

Thankfully, the gifts on Christmas seem pretty normal. He maybe gets a little teary-eyed at the World's Best Dad mug the kids all got him together. And everything was bought in stores with money, just like Willie promised Ray.

Until the solid gold barbecue tongs.

#julie and the phantoms #kidnapped by the fae au #festive edition #fanfic #not!fic #I am not writing a thing #all ray wants for Christmas is not worrying one of his kids will get arrested #(willie it's willie)#let the man nap #he's been stress eating all week #anon there is always room for more kidnapped by the fae nonsense #it's one of those aus I may never actually write the full fic for but lives rent free in my house #like the quiet au and the dystopian space station au

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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I don't know how long I held onto Leora, but no amount of time would ever be enough with how badly I had missed her. She didn't seem to mind, but eventually she got sick of my crying, and the whole room erupted into laughter when she very forcefully told me to stop. I wiped my tears away with a laugh; oh, how I missed her sass.

She laid her head on my chest, her little arms wrapped around me tightly, and I played with her hair. It was still just as soft as I remembered and smelled of strawberries. I couldn't stop twiddling the dark strands between my fingers, the smile on my face never vanishing. Even though I was constricted to a hospital bed and hooked up to IVs with my leg suspended in a splint, I never felt more at home.

I asked how Christmas was, if Santa had brought her everything she wanted, and my heart broke hearing her say 'everything but you'. I squeezed her a little tighter and tried to suppress the cries that were bubbling inside me again by pressing a kiss to her head. "I'm so sorry, babygirl," I whispered, "I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll get you everything you want for your birthday, and more." Though I wasn't audibly crying, the tears still rolled down my face.

"I already got what I wanted, momma. I just wanted you back," she mumbles, her cheek squished against my chest as she nuzzles further into me. "Really?" My voice was hoarse and my chin trembles. She nods, her head still against my chest, and I took a deep breath in and let all the air out of my lungs to try and calm myself. I couldn't keep crying, I had to be strong for my little girl.

"Hey, Leo," Nick makes his way over to my side, rubbing the back of her head. "Why don't we let mom sleep for a bit, hm? Head back to the hotel with Nana and Papa, then we'll all come back tomorrow when she's rested." "No, I don't wanna," she whines, burying her face into me. I chuckled, rubbing her back. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be here tomorrow, I promise." "Promise?" She picks her head up to look at me, tears glossing over her eyes. I stuck my pinky out and she hooks her pinky around mine. We both kissed our hands, sealing my promise.

I give her one last kiss on her cheek and tell her I love her before she slips off me, landing on her feet gracefully. She begins to trot towards the door, stopping in front of Noah, who had since moved to the vacant chair to give us our space, with an inquisitive look. She continues to stare at him, and he gives her a soft smile paired with a small wave.

Leora suddenly closes the distance between them and hugs him. I see the shock written on Noah's face, his body stiffening for a moment with the uncertainty of what to do. "Thanks for saving my mom," she says quietly, still clinging onto him. Noah and I locked eyes briefly, and all I could do was grin at the sincerity of the moment. He timidly wraps his arm around her small body, rubbing her back, and I see the subtle curl of his lips while he does so.

I look up at Nick when he places his hand on my shoulder, and he leans down to give me a hug. "Did you tell him?" he asked in a hushed tone. I simply nodded, feeling his arm tighten around me. "Good. I'm proud of you, Meels." He winks and gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze when he pulls away from me, then makes his way towards the exit.

Leora and Noah separate, and she makes her way over to Nick's awaiting hand. I can see how reluctant she is to leave, with how she stares at me longingly, as if she's scared that she won't see me again. It hurts me to see her go so soon, but I know she'll be back tomorrow. Even so, I couldn't stop the tears from falling when I watched them leave.

Noah brings the chair over to my side and takes my hand in his, giving me a gentle squeeze. I roll my head towards him; he has a sympathetic, yet reassuring smile gracing his lips. I try to smile back, but my lips tremble and I'm crying all over again. He squeezes my hand a little tighter and wipes the tears away with his free hand, hushing me.

"They'll be back tomorrow, Meels. You heard him. Eat something and get some sleep." He motions his head towards the food tray on the other side of me. I take a choppy breath in and nod, trying to calm myself. "Okay," I mumbled. My food was probably cold by now, but he was right, I needed to eat.

He stands and lingers, still holding my hand. His eyes were soft even though he looked at me with uncertainty, like he wasn't sure if he should return to his room or stay by my side. A selfish part of me wanted him to stay so I wouldn't be alone, but he needs to rest, too. I let go of his hand and tell him to go back to his room so he can rest, and he hesitantly nods before turning around to head back.

"Thank you," I say just as he reaches the doorway. He turns around, one eyebrow perked in questioning. "For what?" "For...everything," I let out an airy laugh. "Encouraging me to keep fighting, getting me out and taking me here, and..." I trailed off and started picking at my nails, unsure if I should say the last bit of my sentence. "And?"

I smiled down at my hands bashfully and continued to pick at the skin, feeling my cheeks warm. I don't know why I felt so nervous suddenly; we just spent the last 6 weeks locked in a cellar together, completely vulnerable with one another. Between him getting sick and getting the shit kicked out of him, using the restroom in front of each other, me breaking down in front of him several times, and of course telling him some life-altering shit, there shouldn't be any reason I can't say something so simple.

Shaking my head, I laughed lightly at my foolishness and returned my gaze to him. "For being here. I really don't think I could've made it without you, Noah. Which feels ridiculous to say considering...well, you know." He lets out a soft chuckle, bobbing his head in understanding. "We're in this together, Amelia. Remember?" All I can do is nod in agreement. "Get some rest. I'll see you later." He gives me a thoughtful smile before turning and heading back to his room.

Together. It's still such a strange word to describe us.

But I couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my face or the butterflies from ricocheting in my stomach at the thought. Something about it just felt right.

There's a knock at my door, and it startles me awake—I let out a scream, unsure of who or what it was. I sat up quickly in a panic, the heart monitor beeping in time with my erratic heart as I looked around the room. It's not dark and it doesn't smell of mold or mildew. I can see the sky; clear blue and accompanied by puffy clouds. There's no dirt underneath me, but a clean bed with a blanket on top of me. I let out a huge sigh of relief, finally looking at the door.

I'm puzzled when two police officers cautiously make their way in, stopping by the foot of my bed. "Amelia Ruffilo?" One of them asks, and all I do is nod. He smiles kindly, "I’m Officer Michael DeCecca, this is my partner, Detective Andrew Garcia. How are you feeling?" They both flash their badges as he says their names. "I... I don't know," I croaked, my throat dry. I pulled the side table to me, reaching for the cup of water from earlier. I took a few small sips and cleared my throat. "For starters, confused." DeCecca chuckles, "You're not in any trouble, Amelia, we just want to ask you a few questions. Is that alright with you?"

My eyes dart between the two men in front of me while I once again picked at my nails anxiously. I knew I should trust them, but I couldn’t help the hesitancy that I felt, my stomach doing somersaults as the room filled with an uneasy silence. I huffed after a minute or two and nodded; they had been patiently waiting for confirmation from me.

“Great,” DeCecca starts. “Do you know why you’re here?” “Well, my leg is broken,” I mumbled and motioned to my leg that was still suspended in a splint. “How did you break your leg?” Detective Garcia steps in, a little on the assertive side compared to his partner. I jerked my head back slightly and scrunched my brows together, not appreciating the tone. “I stepped on a bear trap.” “And how did you step on a bear trap?” “I-I wasn’t paying attention when I was running from…him,” I stammered and squeezed my eyes shut as the memories flooded me.

I tried to shake the vision from my head—I could see the blur of the trees as my legs moved as fast as they could to get me away from that prison. I could feel the burning in my lungs when I fell to the ground and knocked the wind out of myself, gasping for air as the teeth of the bear trap ripped into my flesh. I could feel the panic caving in when I saw the crimson soaking through the denim I wore, coating the steel and hindering me from releasing the jaws from my leg.

I remember how helpless I felt, lying back against the icy leaves, accepting that I had met my fate. I remember the fear I felt when I saw Charles’ menacing shape reappear in front of me, trying my hardest to get away from his vile touch. I remember how defeated I felt when he carelessly dragged me back to the house and dumped me onto the dirt.

“No!” I shouted, suddenly feeling a hand on my shoulder. I blindly threw my arms out, swatting whoever it was that touched me, “Don’t touch me!” “Amelia, calm down hon,” I hear someone say. “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m here to help.” “Get away from me, Charles!” I screamed, feeling tears trail down my face.

I covered my ears with my hands, shaking my head, trying to rid the nightmare living in my head. It was of no use; I was stuck in those four concrete walls and dirt floor with nothing but a disgusting mattress and a single light bulb. There was no food, no water, no warmth other than the filthy clothes that I wore. There was the paradox of a door that I wanted open yet shut at the same time—open so I could escape but shut so I knew Charles wasn’t in the room with me.

I felt the hand on my shoulder again, but this time I threw my fist out and hit whoever was next to me. Hard. My eyes shot open when I heard something topple over and crash onto the floor, and gasped for air as the panic clenched around my chest.

I realize now that I had just punched an officer and he had bumped into the heart monitor, knocking it to the ground. Some of the electrodes were ripped from me, but I couldn't even feel the sting that typically accompanied adhesive being tugged from the skin due to the adrenaline I had coursing through me.

There were hands on my shoulders, pinning me down to the mattress, and I tried my hardest to push them off—I couldn't be restrained again. I couldn't let another person overpower me. "Get the fuck off me!" I hollered, attempting to put my good leg between my body and theirs to get them off of me.

It was no use; they were much stronger than me, and effortlessly held me down no matter how hard I thrashed. I gave up eventually and went limp. All I could do was cry as more people rushed in, and even that was difficult with how hard I was heaving. I couldn't breathe, feeling like the wind had once again been knocked out of me.

Suddenly, I felt incredibly fatigued and my limbs were tingling. I felt like my skin was crawling, and I had the urge to scratch, but couldn't lift my arms to do so. I couldn't even keep my eyes open; my eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and everytime I could open my eyes, everything was blurry. However, I could breathe again, and my heart wasn't beating out of my chest anymore.

A few deep breaths later, and I was comfortably numb, drifting into a deep sleep.

A/N: sorry for the chapter being on the shortish side. I hope you enjoyed 😅

|Chapter 13|

#fanfic #fan fiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #fanfic writing #romance #enemies to lovers #second chance romance

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He's Just an Actor - Chapter 3❤️

Dwayne/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: After sharing your desires and guilty pleasures, how could your vampire lover do anything but ravage you~?

A lot of parts in this chapter are inspired by the movie Red Shoe Diaries (which as mentioned in the last chapter is a movie Billy Wirth was in). Any mentions of a movie or scenes refer to that!

This is in the universe of the fic "It's Just a Movie" by @theyreonlynoodlesmike, so you should definitely read that first (this takes place around chapter 12)!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Flirting, Lingerie, Seduction, Roleplay, Handjob, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Cock Warming, Spanking, Missionary Position, Pinned Down, Creampie, Aftercare, Sleepy Cuddles

Previous Chapter

To say that you were excited would be the greatest underestimated statement of all time. Not only were you adored by Dwayne as his girlfriend, but you now found that you were lusted by him as well. You wanted to shout your joy from the highest of rooftops in Santa Carla. It took every fiber of your being to stop yourself from getting too wild too fast, instead sending him off to quickly feed so you wouldn’t be worried about any danger from his bloodthirst.

It also gave you ample time to prepare for such a momentous occasion~

Before Dwayne had left to hunt, you told him exactly how you wanted to do things. A few more important details about the movie were shared with him, and the look in his eyes when you told him was enough to make you want to get naked right then and there. However, you stayed strong and kissed him before sending him off to do his own preparation. Though you did take his jacket for part of the fun you were planning.

While you awaited his return from feeding, you gazed at yourself in the full-length mirror propped up in the corner of your room. It was the only one the boys owned, and it made sense that you were the only person there that could use it on account of you having a reflection. Your hair was done in a way that made you feel extra pretty, a little perfume on your wrists and neck in the scent that Dwayne said he liked, and some dark, crimson lipstick staining your lips that you fully intended on marking that hunky body of his with~

You had a matching set of a black bra and panties with his leather jacket on top as well as a short, black skirt barely covering the tops of your thighs (Paul of course had been the one to buy it for you, and while you had rolled your eyes at him before, now you felt you needed to thank him for unintentionally helping out). The entire look reminded you of what the leading lady of the movie was wearing in the second sex scene that Dwayne’s actor had.

When you heard the sound of him stepping back into the cave, you felt your heart race faster than ever as you hid in a corner of your room behind a velvet curtain. This was all really happening, and you couldn’t have been any more eager~

The footsteps gradually became louder as Dwayne got closer to your room. He was most likely following the sound of your beating heart, hearing how pumped you were. When he moved the sheet that blocked the doorway of your room, you definitely liked what you saw. He was freshly cleaned off from his hunt, his long, dark hair flowing over his shoulder. His jeans hung dangerously low on his hips. Without his jacket on you could clearly see every sharp-looking line of the muscles on his gorgeous body. You were aching to touch him.

“Where are you, beautiful~?” he called out to you. You were aware that he definitely knew where you were. No hiding from a big, strong, powerful vampire. Still, it was fun to watch him play along with this little game~

Not wanting to wait any longer, you carefully stepped past the curtain, your cheeks blushing as you revealed yourself to your boyfriend. Any nervousness you may have felt prior to this moment was fading away when Dwayne laid eyes on you. The man looked as if he found the holy grail itself, his eyes wide with wonder as he drank in the special appearance you had put together just for him. Never before had you felt so attractive.

Even in the dim light of the candles in your room, you swore you saw him blushing as you stepped closer to him. Maybe it was the fresh supply of blood circulating in his body from his earlier feeding. You could certainly think of other ways to make him blush~

“Oh my go-”

“Shhhh~”

You pressed a finger to his lips before he could keep speaking. It was just how that scene you were thinking of started off. Maybe everything wasn’t exactly the same, but it was real and that’s all that truly mattered.

You leaned in close to kiss him, replacing your finger with your lips. He felt warmer now, and his lips were pillowy soft against your own. A moan came from your throat as he pulled you in as close as possible to him, one hand on your back and one finding its way under the back of your skirt. You smiled into your kiss as your tongue slipped into his mouth, gently moving with his own. It felt amazing being this close to him, your breasts pressing into his bare chest and your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Holy fuckin’ hell, you look stunning in that. Especially my jacket~” he gasped out in between kisses. You felt your cheeks flush from the bashful feelings you were experiencing. How fitting that the vampire with the least amount of lines could have such a way with words when he did speak.

“Mmmmm I was hoping you’d like it, handsome~” you said, already hearing the lust in your voice as you spoke. It was hard not to sound that way when he was currently groping your ass under your short skirt. His hands were so big and strong, you really wanted to feel them touch more parts of your body~

“I’m so turned on right now, baby~” he growled, his lips moving from your mouth to a sensitive spot behind your ear. “What was it my actor said? ‘I could move stone blocks with my cock’~”

You had to fight the feeling of needing to faint more than ever. Yes, you may have heard that line said by the same voice in the movie, but good lord, it was so much more exciting to hear it whispered in your ear. As you slipped off his jacket, you noticed goosebumps were scattered across your arm. Breathe, girl.

“Then why don’t I take care of that for you~?”

You pulled away from his touch for just a moment. When you began kissing him again it was a trail leading down his neck, over his collarbone, over his chest, and all the way down his toned stomach. Kiss prints marked his skin from your lipstick as you trailed downward. Not being able to help yourself, you gave his pecs a squeeze, smiling to yourself at the moans that came from his mouth when you toyed with the nipples a bit. Considering how he never wore a shirt you had been eager to touch his chest for quite some time now~

As the kissing got lower and lower, you moved your body downward, perching your knees on top of a random pillow for protection from the hard, cave floor. You kissed and nipped lightly at his hip bones as you unbuttoned his jeans. A shiver went down your spine when he groaned in delight from the sensation. The affection continued as you pulled his jeans and his underwear downward, freeing his hard, aching cock.

God, he was impressive~

Considering he was already perfect in every other way, it made perfect sense that his cock would be that way too. Already eager to please, you ran your tongue over your fingers before carefully wrapping them around the length. You started off with a slow pace with how you jerked his cock, wanting to ease the both of you into it. The way he sighed in delight was already making you feel very good about yourself.

While you continued to touch him, you leaned forward and gave the tip and sweet kiss and a tender lick. Maybe you were teasing him by starting off this slow, but you’d be sure to give him plenty more love.

As you fully wrapped your lips around the tip, you thought more about the movie. Since it was an erotic drama and not full-on porn, there hadn’t been any actual graphic depictions of oral sex. Still, it was heavily implied in the scene you were playing off of that Billy Wirth’s character was getting fellated before he took his co-star’s character to bed. Now there were no implications. As you ran your tongue over the length of Dwayne’s big cock, you felt pride knowing you were making the scene even more explicit~

“You taste so fucking good. I want more of you, Dwayne~” you practically purred. Hungry for more of him, you moved further onto his cock, tongue swirling around the length. The more you moaned over him, the more lustful he seemed. As you ran your hands over his hips and thighs, you could feel his body shaking from the pleasure of you sucking him off. It made you smile rather deviously knowing you had this effect on him.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart..~ ” Dwayne moaned out, his fingers running through your hair as you pushed each inch deep into your mouth. Looking up at him, you were delighted to see his head thrown back in ecstasy with his chest heaving as his breath hitched. Seeing him so caught up in the pleasure was making you aroused as well. Behind your panties, your pussy was dripping with excitement.

“Mmmmmmh~” you moaned softly as you moved up and down on his cock a little faster now. Your tongue was running over the sides as you took him deep in your hot, wet mouth. He filled you up so much, and you were eager to feel more. There was nothing in the world that you wanted more than giving Dwayne as much pleasure as possible.

He must have been thinking the same thing because he gently nudged you off of him, no doubt ready for more. His long, hard cock was glistening from the wetness of your mouth and you would fucking BEG to get more of it. Not a word was traded between the two of you as he brought you back up on your feet, folded his arms around your waist, and pulled you upward so your legs could wrap around his hips.

You felt breathless, dizzy with the passion of this moment. For years you dreamed of being ravaged by a handsome vampire in the night, and now it was really happening. You pulled him in close to kiss him deeply, wanting nothing more than to savor this moment.

It really was like your fantasy from the movie was being recreated. Between Dwayne kissing you, holding you up in his arms, and carrying you from the center of your room to your bed, it made you feel like a real star. He sat down on the edge of your mattress, your legs straddling him as he unclasped your bra and tossed it without a care. Heat spread over your cheeks as you felt his eyes study your body. He looked ravenous from seeing you like this~

“Dwayne...kiss me~ ” you pleaded, offering your body to him. If your heart hadn’t been beating so fast already, then seeing the vampire hungrily lick his lips at the offer definitely sped things up.

You arched your back, matching the moves you saw the two actors perform on screen. Dwayne followed your lead, leaning forward with you and kissing along your chest. His mouth was so warm on your skin, and you adored the way his lips felt as he moved from one breast to the other. The moans that came from your mouth sounded so pathetic to your own ears, but the way Dwayne’s cock was throbbing against you showed that he thought they were sexy. He peppered your breasts with licks and kisses, eager to make you feel as good as possible.

“Oooh my god, please~ ” you moaned out, your mind going hazy from the desire you felt. It took a lot of willpower to gently stop him and push him back so his back was flat on your bed. You could feel his rock-hard cock rubbing against the fabric of your panties, and it teased you so bad. When his dark eyes met yours, you gave him a look, silently asking him to do that other thing you mentioned from the movie.

Maybe he really could read your thoughts because without breaking eye contact, he took hold of the fabric of both your skirt and the black panties underneath and shredded them off your body. You gasped in surprise, momentarily forgetting he could tear anything to pieces with the power he possessed. It was a little scary, but it was also incredibly hot.

Now with both of you naked and your bodies achingly close together, you were readier than ever for him. While his mood had been more lustful before, there was a glint of tenderness in his eyes as he gazed up at you. He smiled softly as he guided your hips on top of his own, the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds.

“Dwayne...please don’t make me wait any longer~” you pleaded. He chuckled before bringing you down to his level for a passionate kiss.

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry~” he moaned into your lips. Finally, he moved you downward, his cock pushing inch by inch inside you.

You both couldn’t stop the moans that came from your mouths. He filled you so easily, your wetness making his entrance inside of you practically effortless. Your eyes fluttered shut and your nails dug into his shoulders as you adjusted to the sensation of being stuffed like this. From the sound of it, Dwayne was taking a moment as well. After being cold to the touch for so long, he probably felt overwhelmed by all this heat you gave him.

“Oooh fuck, you feel so nice and warm around me, sweet girl~” he moaned out. His strong hands latched onto your hips, silently telling you how he was already eager to have you start moving.

You took deep breaths, trying your best to both calm your nerves and get comfortable with Dwayne inside you like this. His fingers gently massaged your skin, so gentle and relaxing. He really was a sweet guy, and you already trusted him with all of your heart. You knew he’d take the absolute best care of you.

When you were ready, you began to move your hips forward in a slow, fluid motion. You sighed in delight from the sensation of his cock fucking you, moving in and out at your desired pace. Relaxation was already enveloping your body, any worries or nervousness you had before being washed away.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it~” Dwayne praised you. “Fuck yourself on my cock just like that~”

You could have melted into a puddle right then and there. Dwayne’s voice sounded deeper than usual as he enjoyed you. Something about it made you feel absolutely dopey with pleasure. Before you could even think to tell him that, you were distracted by him gripping your hips tighter and physically lifting you up and down for deeper penetration.

“Aaah! Ooh my god, Dwayne~! ” you moaned out for him. You leaned forward to press your hands on his strong chest, eager to hold onto him as he used your body as his own, personal fuck toy. Your clit was rubbing against him a lot more from this angle, only adding more pleasure to your senses. It felt like heaven being used like this. With how strong Dwayne’s powers made him, you seemed so vulnerable and powerless in comparison.

Not that it was a problem, of course. In fact, it only turned you on even more than you already were~

“Please...oh please go f-faster~!” you whimpered, eager to feel as much of him as possible.

“Say my name again, and I will~” he said. A smack was hit against your ass by his left hand, making you squeak out in surprise. So he also remembered that part from the scene that you mentioned before he left earlier. God, this really did feel like a dream come true~

“Dwayne.....ooh fuck, DWAYNE~! ” your voice cried out, his name sounding so pretty thanks to your voice.

True to his word, he grabbed on tight and sped up the rocking motion. He was effortlessly moving you up and down on his cock, not even breaking a sweat while he fucked you extra thoroughly. You were positively overwhelmed with the sensation of feeling him stretch your aching, wet cunt. It was almost as if your brain wasn’t working properly anymore. If that was the case, then you’d happily let your body do all the work.

“Yes!! Ooohh yes! Aaah~!!” you cried out for him. You felt so full and so happy, overwhelmed with all the pleasure he generously gave you. Even the expression on his handsome face made you feel amazing. He looked just as caught up in the passion and just as eager for more. Never before had you felt this much confidence and high self-esteem. After all, how many people could say a vampire got off to them~?

Speaking of which~

“D-Dwayne...honey...I-I’m so...aah~...close..~!” you cried out. You really wanted this to last as long as possible, but with how perfectly he was fucking you, it was so hard to fight back the orgasm that was building inside you.

“Me too, baby...~” he moaned. “Let me take care of you~”

Before you could even take a moment to process his words you were quickly flipped over so you could be pinned down on your bed. Your eyes were wide and your voice squeaked out as his large hands wrapped around your wrists and his body hovered over yours. You didn’t even think before latching your legs around his hips as you did before. He was just so strong and powerful, that you naturally submitted to him.

The motion of his hips was steady yet so very powerful. He fucked you so thoroughly like this that you were sure you’d forget your own name by the time he was finished with you. It didn’t help that he could kiss you at this angle, stealing what little breath you had. Still, you welcomed every part of him, feeling nothing short of devotion to him.

“That’s my girl~” he moaned, still holding you down as he kept thrusting. “Can you feel how much I want you~?”

If your head was thinking a little clearer, you would have recognized that as one of the other lines from the movie. Instead, you were just aching for him to keep whispering sweet nothings as he fucked your pussy.

“Y-Yes, Dwayne....ooooh fuck, yes~!”

“When I cum I'm only gonna wanna cum again. That's the way it is. It ain't over 'till it's over~”

How he managed to perfectly recall the lines you shared with him, you didn’t know. But then again, you really didn’t care. Your mind was fuzzy and your legs were shaking as the pleasure built up higher and higher. His voice scratched a part of your brain that you didn’t even know was itching for this. You felt hotter than ever as his hips moved faster, slamming against your body as his own pleasure consumed him.

“I'm gonna kiss you goodbye when the sun rises, then I'm gonna kiss you hello again when it sets~” he growled, nipping at your neck in between the words he spoke for you. How fitting that he adjusted them to fit the relationship you had. A vampire who would give you nothing but love when the night took over. You had never felt so lucky in your entire life.

“D-DWAYNE! OOoohhh fuck~!!”

That was all you needed to finally give in to your climax. Your back arched, your eyes shut and your fingers were digging into the blanket as deep as physically possible. Your body was tensing up as you felt wave after wave of pleasure hit you, each one more amazing than the last. Your cunt gripped his cock so tight as you came all over it.

Halfway through your release, you felt Dwayne experience his own as he held you down tighter and came hard inside you. The rush of warm, wet cum painting you inside was almost enough to make you orgasm all over again. Hearing him grunt in your ear as he filled you was just that arousing.

When you both had come down from the rush, he let go of your wrists and nuzzled your neck to make up for the biting he had done before. He moaned softly as he slipped out of your pussy, no doubt because his cock was extra sensitive at the moment. You felt empty now, but the sticky, warm feeling that was coated between your legs and over your tender cunt was still there to enjoy. You smiled to yourself, completely relaxed and very satisfied.

Dwayne was extra gentle with you now as if he was afraid he’d accidentally break you. He helped move you so your head was resting on your pillow and your body was in a comfortable position on the bed. He kissed you tenderly as he slipped a blanket over your naked figure. You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so blissful. Judging by the look on his face, Dwayne felt the same way.

“You were perfect, baby~” he cooed, gently running his fingers through your hair as he spoke. You smiled sweetly at him, leaning more into his hand.

“I should be saying that to you, Dwayne~” you returned the compliment. Your voice sounded hoarse, no doubt all the screams of ecstasy weakening it. He seemed to notice this too because he chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead as a way to make you feel better.

“Stay here and get some rest, sweet girl. I’ll bring you some water”

With one last kiss on your lips, he got up from the bed, slipped on the once-discarded jeans from before, and made his way out of your room and into the main area of the cave. Sleepiness was already clouding your head and your eyes were threatening to shut completely before he could return with your drink. You would have definitely fallen asleep if you hadn’t heard a loud, unexpected voice from outside your room.

“YOU ASSHOLE!”

Your eyes widened from both the surprise and the recognition of the voice. No doubt, that was definitely Paul.

“You got her first kiss, her first date, AND her first fuck? How the hell is that fair?!”

Laughter came from two other voices in the room, obviously belonging to David and Marko. They must have just now gotten back from the hunt and the first thing they had seen upon returning home was a half-naked Dwayne covered in your dark, red kiss marks. It wouldn’t exactly take a genius to figure out what had happened.

“HEY! Sugar! If you can hear me back there, just know I’d rock your world better than Dwayne ever cou-OW!!”

You burst into a fit of giggles from hearing a loud smack cut off Paul’s words. Dwayne must have smacked him upside the head like usual for being a horn-dog. It would be embarrassing to go talk to them later, but between your afterglow and the satisfaction of knowing you took this big step with your boyfriend, you didn’t really care.

As the rowdiness continued outside, you simply snuggled deeper into bed and smiled to yourself. You were definitely going to tell Dwayne more details about his actor’s movies after this~

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