#second of all) VAMPIRE MOMMY? SORRY. MOMMY? SORRY.

[undressrehearsal]

a bite of luxury

summary: you decide to look for a sugar mommy and stumble across this strange girl that seems to have more to hide

tags: sugarmommy!ellie, rich!ellie, vampire!ellie (yep, we got it all) alcohol, reader is poor lmao, reader uses she/her and is referred to as a girl once or twice, no smut in this one sorry gotta establish the world first

word count: ~8k

a/n: it's been so long since i posted a fic lol working full time and trying to finish my book is killing my schedule BUT i hope y'all like this this was my fiancee's idea and i'm running with it i got a LOT of plans for this one - plans i think y'all are gonna love

also the drawing in the cover is made by @nramv seriously go check out their work they're so talented!!

if you wanna be added to my tag list just lmk!

You hadn’t been searching for a sugar mommy. 

Truthfully, when your best friend had sent you the link, you had dismissed it immediately. She had been joking about it for months, talking about how much easier it would be if you just found a nice older woman to take care of you. You hadn’t even opened the link - you only rolled your eyes, replied with a middle finger emoji, and left it at that. 

And yet things kept piling up. The stack of bills on your kitchen counter was growing to a concerning height, a mountain of unanswered responsibilities that was getting harder to ignore. Your landlord kept calling you - you no longer answered, just watched the phone ring until it finally stopped and ignored the increasingly angrier voicemails. Your apartment was an absolute disaster; you could never be bothered to clean it, because by the time you got home from working both of your jobs, you only had enough energy to eat a bowl of leftovers and promptly pass out in bed. 

The link kept popping up in your mind, each bill in your mailbox a gentle reminder. You found yourself scrolling all the way up the text chain to find it again during sleepless nights. So many times you would only stare at it, your thumb hovering over the blue letters, before you closed the chat and threw your phone down. 

It was stupid, of course. But as time went on, the idea of letting yourself get buried alive under a mountain of debt - of getting evicted from your apartment and having to crash on your friend’s couch - seemed all the more stupid. 

So, late on a Thursday night, after you had had another anxiety attack staring down at your bank account, you went back up the text chain, and you clicked the link. 

www.seeking.com

It didn't take long for the messages to start coming in. You should have been flattered, honestly - you had at least a handful of people in your messages practically begging you for the honor of paying your fucking rent - but you really just felt like you were playing a part that you hadn't even read the script for. You had curated your profile with all the things that made you appear more cultured than you actually were: going to museums and pondering over Baroque art and reading poetry over a pretentious cup of coffee. Sure, these were all things you had done - you had photo proof, after all - but somehow you didn't recognize yourself. It felt like you were looking at pictures of a stranger living a life you wanted but couldn't reach. 

Most people were fine - charming, even. You got maybe one or two that felt like they would lure you into their sex dungeon to murder you, but that was expected with any dating site. You even went on a few dates, scrounging up the nicest dress you owned and getting pampered at a five-star restaurant or going for a ride on an older woman’s personal yacht. One person even took you for a helicopter ride, which was fun but she was a little too handsy on the first date to warrant a second. 

One name kept popping up though, a name that was becoming far too familiar in your notifications. 

ellie: meet me at 8 <3 

When she first messaged you, you had thought she was like you: somebody searching for a partner to pay their bills. Her pictures didn't exactly scream sugar mommy material. Her first picture was just a normal selfie taken outside; she wore a worn out leather jacket, her short hair tangled from the wind and green eyes squinting in the sunlight. She had stupid pictures of mushrooms and candid shots of her browsing a science museum, looking far too excited in front of a t-rex skeleton. Hell, in most of her pictures she looked like she was wearing clothes she had found at a thrift store.

You had thought she was like you, until she sent you a picture inside her fucking Rolls-Royce. 

“Fuck,” you audibly cursed into the quiet of your room. You had been talking for a few days, and she had begun to do that - sending you small selfies throughout the day. In the last one, she had taken a picture in front of the mirror at the gym, flicking off the camera, her lean muscles glistening with sweat. Before that, it had been a blurry picture of her dog, Riley - a huge German Shephard - splayed on her back at a park, leaves stuck in her fur. 

So, yeah, when you found out Ellie was not only rich, but rich enough to casually have a Royce, you were more than a little surprised. 

The selfie was cute, you couldn’t deny that. Her hair was wind-swept, catching in those long ass eyelashes. Ellie’s nose was scrunched up, freckles popping against her cheeks, holding up a peace sign. 

She was fucking adorable and you already knew it. But seeing her worn out leather jacket and messy hair against black and white leather seats that looked like they, alone, cost more than your entire apartment complex combined - it was a little jarring. 

And when she asked you out on a date soon after - after finding out she wasn’t Iike you but rather searching for someone like you - how could you say no? 

Ellie offered to pick you up - like a gentleman, she had said - but frankly, you weren’t quite convinced yet that she wasn’t some blood-thirsty pervert trying to lure you into her dungeon, so you politely declined. Instead, in your nicest dress and heels you hardly wore because they pinched your toes, you called an Uber. 

You had never been to this side of town. You had plugged in the address Ellie gave you - had double and triple checked it while your awkwardly chatty Uber driver tried asking you about what you do for a living - but the streets here were so unfamiliar you may as well have been in another city. You looked at the foreign buildings rising up around you, large windows giving you a glimpse of the life inside them. People were sitting outside in the chilly air, laughing over wine and dinner. Looking at them - with perfectly sculpted hair and clothes you would have to spend several entire paychecks on - you felt like a cheap impersonator dressed up in a costume. 

The Uber pulled up in front of a hotel, and your heart stopped. Surely, this wasn’t where Ellie had sent you - leading you to some fucking hotel room when you hadn’t even met yet? 

You turned to the driver, your home address at the edge of your tongue, when the car door opened. 

You had practically been leaning against the door to peer out the window, and nearly lost your balance when it was suddenly gone without warning. You looked up, ready to yell at whatever pretentious prick in Prada was trying to fuck with you - but your voice died in your throat. 

Ellie was shorter than you thought she'd be, honestly. In all her pictures, she had this commanding energy, like she would tower over you in person. 

Which, to be fair, she was. She had her arm propped on the doorframe above your head, leaning over so she could meet your eyes. Her hair was pushed back from her face, a few stray strands falling over her forehead, and she was looking at you with an intensity that hadn't quite translated through her pictures.

Ellie smiled - that adorably crooked smile you had seen in all her selfies - and said, “Hi.” 

And the only word you were able to get your mouth to form was, “Fuck.” 

Ellie blinked at you for a moment - long enough that you could feel the flush creeping up your neck and were ready to walk home if you had to - before she finally laughed. That wasn’t like what you had expected either; she had this deep, rough laugh, almost like she was trying to hold it in. 

She looked up at you through her lashes - you tried to ignore the way your heart inexplicably skipped - and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment?” Her voice tilted up at the end like it was a question. Ellie ducked her head down further, looking past you to meet the driver’s eyes, and pulled cash from her back pocket. With her most charming smile, she handed it to the driver and said, “Thanks for getting her here safe.” 

You didn’t see how much money she gave him, but after she took your hand and guided you out of the car, you turned back just in time to see his grin before he sped off. 

“Thanks for coming out.” You looked back at Ellie and found yourself speechless once again. (You, thankfully, were able to hold in the expletive this time.) The worn out jacket that had featured in just about all of her pictures was missing, replaced instead by a pristine, white satin shirt, the top few buttons undone to expose a sliver of collarbone and a gold chain beneath. Despite the chill in the air, she had a classy black jacket hanging from her arm as though it were an accessory. Ellie smiled and looked down, licking her lips before saying, “You’re quite the sight for sore eyes.”

You tried to smile at her but found that your eyes kept flitting behind her, looking at the looming monstrosity of the hotel. It was a nice hotel - the kind that had a huge fountain right in front of it and a chandelier in the lobby that sparkled through the window - but it was a hotel nonetheless. Despite the set in your jaw, traitorous tears stung the corners of your eyes; you wanted to kick yourself for actually thinking that Ellie might be different. 

Ellie followed your gaze over her shoulder, her smile dropping, before she quickly turned back to you with panic in her eyes. She stumbled over her words as though her tongue weren’t cooperating: “Shit, I’m sorry, this looks really bad doesn't it?” She grimaced and squeezed your hand she was still holding, scratching awkwardly at the back of her head with the other. “Fuck, this isn’t the first impression I wanted. I could promise it's not what it looks like, but maybe it'd be better if I just showed you?”

You honestly did think about telling her to fuck off. She was a complete fucking stranger that you only really knew from a dating app, and she was trying to lure you into a hotel in a part of town you were unfamiliar with - really, only an idiot would follow her. 

But she was looking at you with wide green eyes, the lights around you shining back like stars. While searching for the constellations, you found yourself saying, “Okay.” You blinked, pulled from a trance, and added, “But you should know, I do have a taser in my bag.” 

That pulled a shocked laugh from Ellie’s lips. She gently tugged on your hand, pulling you towards the door, and said, “Smart girl.” 

You knew that the hotel was outside of your price range because a perfectly groomed doorman opened the door for you, waving you inside with a gloved hand. You didn’t take much time to process the interior - the chandelier was just as grand as it had seemed from outside and elaborate columns rose to the ceiling - because Elllie was pulling you towards the elevators. It was like she wanted to ignore the fact that she had brought you to a hotel at all. You couldn’t decide if that was reassuring. 

In the empty elevator, you gently drew your hand back and leaned against the wall opposite her. You tried to ignore looking at the way her pinstripe slacks hugged the curves of her thighs, the fabric straining when she propped one booted foot on the wall behind her. 

“So,” you started in a desperate attempt to fill the awkward silence, “if you’re not leading me into a seedy hotel room on the first date, then what are we doing?” 

“Okay, one,” Ellie said, chuckling, “this is anything but a seedy hotel. And two, what kind of a date would it be if I ruined the surprise?” 

“And what if I don’t like surprises?” you countered. 

Ellie grinned. “I think you’ll like this one.” 

When the elevator doors opened, Ellie held her hand out to you as though it were a question. You hesitated for only a moment before placing your hand back in hers and letting her lead you out into open air. 

You nearly choked on a gasp. 

The bar itself was beautiful - fairy lights stretched above your head, twinkling like stars and casting the rooftop in a warm glow. Wooden tables and plush couches were spread artfully around the space, far enough apart to provide the patrons scattered about with some privacy. 

The bar was beautiful - but the view was fucking breathtaking. 

The city stretched out beyond the railings, open in a way you had never seen before. The skyline rose around you, each building shining like its own little galaxy amidst a sea of stars. The city lights blocked out the actual stars - a fact that never failed to piss you off - but you could see the crescent of the moon rising over the city, casting a quiet glow like a veil. 

You looked back at Ellie, and whatever your face held made her grin. She leaned in just enough so that her murmur was for your ears only: “So, was I right?” 

You blinked, momentarily distracted by her proximity - she smelled intoxicating, spicy and warm with a hint of tobacco beneath - before you finally said, “What?” 

Ellie snorted, breaking whatever spell she had put you under. “The surprise,” she said, leaning away enough for your head to clear. “Was I right?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, pursing your lips as though you had to think about it. You couldn’t take your eyes away from the skyline stretched before you. 

You finally said, “That depends on how good the drinks are.” 

When Ellie laughed, her eyes crinkled in the corners, her nose scrunching. It was a full, rich sound, hanging in the air above your head like helium. It made something in your chest tighten, and you wanted nothing more than to hear it again. 

She squeezed your hand, a twinkle in her eye, and said, “The old-fashioned's to die for.” 

You pursed your lips again to hide your smile.

Ellie didn’t bother checking in with the host, simply shot her a smile and a wave as you walked by - you tried to bite back a giggle when you saw the host’s face turn red, her eyes tracking Ellie as she led you to a table right along the edge of the railing. She pulled the chair out for you - “Such a gentleman,” you laughed - before taking the seat opposite you.

As she waved over a waiter, you took a moment to lean your head over the railing. It was made entirely of glass, giving you a clear view of the city below. You could hear the distant sound of traffic, cars racing below you like shiny beetles, but it was like it was coming from a different world altogether. Everything seemed impossibly, wonderfully small from up here. 

You looked up at the sound of your name to find a groomed waiter wearing a fucking waistcoat standing before you. Ellie was looking at you with laughter in her eyes, her lips twitching. 

“Shit, sorry,” you said, immediately flinching at your own curse. You suddenly couldn’t remember the proper etiquette in a fancy bar, feeling out of place and underdressed even in your nicest outfit. You looked between Ellie and the waiter, wracking your brain for any kind of drink that wasn’t a trashy cocktail you’d find at a dive bar. 

Seeing you floundering, Ellie gave you a reassuring smile and said, “Do you like wine?” 

Relief washed over you as you nodded. Turning back to the waiter, Ellie ordered something that you couldn’t even hope to pronounce, charm lifting the corner of her mouth. She spoke to the waiter with the steady ease of familiarity, laughing at some inside joke; you briefly wondered just how often Ellie came to this bar. Surely, a nice place like this - at the very precipice of the world, looking down at the stars - wouldn’t be a regular stop on anyone’s schedule, but Ellie and the staff spoke like old friends. 

When the waiter left, tussling Ellie’s hair playfully, she turned back to you and the awkwardness of a first date finally set in. Sure, you had been texting Ellie every day for a week now, but you still hardly knew the girl. You knew she liked mushrooms and hiking. You knew that most of her clothes were from the thrift store even though she could afford any designer brand she wanted. You knew her favorite video game was Dishonored. But nothing you knew was enough for a relationship. 

But you weren't exactly looking for love, were you? 

After a moment of silence, Ellie cleared her throat, looking out over the city. “It's nice out here.” 

You snorted before you could stop yourself, covering your mouth; it didn't cover the laughter in your eyes. You said, “You're really talking to me about the weather?”

Ellie opened her mouth, an indignant sparkle to her eye, before shutting it again. It was like she was malfunctioning, opening and closing her mouth yet no sound came out. She furrowed her brows, looking at you as though you were something new and interesting, before finally chuckling, looking away. “Yeah, I-I guess I am.” When she looked back up at you, her eyes were surprisingly sheepish. “Not making a great first impression, am I?”

You couldn't stop the smile that crept up to your eyes. You leaned closer, propping your chin in your hand, and said, “I think you're doing okay so far.” 

Ellie laughed that wondrous laugh again, her nose scrunching up, and the cord in your shoulders loosened. 

“Okay,” she sighed, her eyes still alight with residual laughter. “Okay, damn. Tell me about yourself.” 

“Well now this just sounds like a job interview.” 

Ellie threw her hands up in mock frustration, trying to stifle her own grin. “Okay, fuck, knock me down again! You're obviously an expert, so show me how it's done.” 

She leaned back and crossed her arms, looking at you expectantly, and it was the perfect moment for your drinks to arrive. Ellie did, in fact, order an old-fashioned. The waiter set two wine glasses on the table, producing a bottle seemingly from thin air. He held it out, explaining to you in rehearsed prose the year, acidity, and complexity in words that passed straight through you. You nodded along even as you didn't process a single word he said. 

When he left, you turned back to Ellie and said, “How did you find this place?” 

Ellie took a sip of her drink. The lights of the city danced in the amber glass. “Just an old haunt of mine, I guess.” 

You took a sip of the wine, taking the distraction. It was warm on your tongue, tasting of wood and fruit and something spicy just underneath. The wine you usually drank was the stuff you could find in your nearest grocery store, often tasting concerningly like bug spray and bought with whatever tips you had managed to scrape together from work. It was usually shared with a friend on your kitchen floor, the walls and thoughts spinning over your head. 

You much preferred wine like this: The taste of warmth and fire on your tongue, the cool air brushing your shoulders at the edge of the sky, and a beautiful person sitting across from you.

When Ellie lowered her glass, you could see amber droplets of whiskey clinging to her lips before her tongue darted out to catch them. You tore your eyes away, but her smile said that she had caught you staring. A chill ran up your spine that you were sure was just from the cold. 

Seeing you shiver, Ellie wordless reached behind her where she had tossed her jacket over the back of her chair. Standing, she rounded the table only for a moment, only long enough to place the coat over your shoulders. Her hands lingered there for a second too long before she retreated, sliding back into her seat as though she had never moved. 

“So, why are you here?” she finally said. 

You pulled the jacket around your shoulders, distracted by the smell of it. The same smell that must be her perfume clung to it, spiced and warm like an open fire, but something else clung to the fabric too. It was strangely metallic, sharp and intoxicating, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It was shockingly warm against your skin. 

“I’m here,” you said, raising a brow and ignoring her real question, “because you sent me this address and told me to meet you here at eight wearing my nicest dress.” 

The corner of Ellie’s lips quirked, a grin she was trying to hide. She clasped her hands, leaning across the table so you could smell the whiskey on her breath. “And you agreed to meet a stranger at a seedy hotel,” she murmured, mocking your remark from earlier. Her grin revealed itself when your cheeks flushed. “But why are you here - what are you seeking?” 

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. “That’s kind of a dumb question, don’t you think? It’s pretty obvious why I’m on the app.” You cocked your head, leaning across the table, feeling a strange thrill when her eyes flashed. Your heart fluttered at the proximity, and you couldn’t remember when you had become so easily starstruck. “The real question, Ellie, is why are you?“ 

Ellie’s eyes darkened, and you weren’t sure if you just imagined her eyes flicking down to your lips. She looked back up at you through her lashes, her voice rough when she said, “That’s a third date kind of question.” 

Your eyebrows shot up. “What makes you so sure you’ll get a third date?” 

Ellie tilted her head, a slow smile pulling at her lips, and said, “Call it a hunch.” 

The waiter came to check on you, appearing at your shoulder like a ghost. You hastily retreated, leaning back in your chair as though the electricity in the air had shocked you, and took a sip of wine that was more than a little overzealous. You tried to choke it down as Ellie waved the waiter away with that heartstopping crooked smile. What happened to you? Since when were you so easily charmed by freckles, green eyes, and smart-ass comments? You couldn't remember the last time you had been so infatuated during a normal date, let alone one with these kinds of strings attached. 

“So you don't want to be in an interview,” Ellie said once the waiter was out of earshot. “I guess all my typical getting to know you conversations are out of the question.” 

“I didn't say that,” you countered, your throat still burning from your accidental wine waterboarding. “But come on - what girl are you going to impress by asking her questions like ‘Tell me about yourself,’ or ‘Why are you here?’ or ‘Why are you more qualified for this position?’”

“Okay, okay, goddamn,” she said, laughing. Grabbing the wine bottle, she looked at you for permission before pouring you another glass.

You brought the glass up to your lips, taking a sip to hide your smile. The flush in your cheeks was surely from the wine and nothing else. “What about you?” 

“What about me?” 

“I hardly know you.” On one hand, that felt entirely untrue - but especially after this recent discovery, you really knew nothing about this girl. “Tell me about you.” 

Ellie laughed that same rough laugh and your heart jumped. “Oh, so you're allowed to be the interviewer.” 

You nodded, twirling the glass between your fingers and looking at her expectantly. 

After a moment, Ellie rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair, but you could see the humor in her eyes. She downed the last of her old-fashioned and, like a good sport, said, “What do you want to know?”

Turns out, there was a lot to know - more than a simple dating app would tell you. Ellie had an older sister, Sarah, who lived in Dallas. Her dog was named after her childhood best friend. Her jacket wasn't thrifted after all, but had been her dad's. Speaking of which, she used to go hunting with him every season (“I haven't been in years, though,” she said, her eyes distant). On the weekends, she'd go to antique stores to look for art and trinkets to fill her house - her favorite antiques were from the 17th century. She hated horror movies and was a sucker for a good romance. 

In return, you caved and answered her pressing questions. You told her about your best friend - Ellie laughed when you told her that your friend had sent you the link to the app in the first place. You told her about your favorite show that you binge-watched whenever you felt like you were spiraling. You did not tell her about your apartment that was probably the size of her closet or the fact that you'd have to watch your budget after taking the Uber tonight, not to mention the extra $30 Uber to get home later. You did tell her about your family, and a strange, unexplained sadness crept into the creases around her mouth. You did tell her about your job, but didn't mention the second one you worked to afford groceries. You told her you were hoping for a real, human connection, yet didn't mention that you couldn’t imagine finding it in a fucking sugar mommy. 

All too soon, the wine bottle was empty and your chest was comfortingly warm. The lights strung across the bar danced above your head like fuzzy stars, and Ellie's smile was the brightest amongst them. Her glass was still empty, her wine glass dry, and yet her eyes told you she was intoxicated by something far stronger. 

“Sorry,” you said, giggling despite yourself. “I didn't mean to drink it all.” 

“Don't worry about it, darling,” she said, her voice silky smooth, reminding you of melted chocolate sliding down your throat. She tilted her glass, letting the remnants of melting ice clink against the side. “I wanted to make sure I could drive home okay.” 

The waiter arrived then, pulling the bill from his pocket and handing it to Ellie. You couldn't read the number upside down, not through the haze of the wine, but the number of digits made your stomach clench. Ellie dropped a black card into the folder and handed it back to the waiter. 

“How much do you want me to Venmo you?” you asked when she turned back to you. You clenched your hands in the hem of your dress, already calculating the extra shift you'd have to pick up to afford it. 

Ellie tilted her head, her brows furrowed. “Nothing,” she said, as though it were obvious. 

“That wasn't exactly a cheap bottle, Ellie,” you laughed. “Let me give you something.” 

Ellie hummed, propping her chin in her hand and looking at you with those same intense eyes; it sent a dangerous shiver down your spine. “I like when you say my name.”

You blinked at her. “Excuse me.” 

“I want to hear it again. That's how you can repay me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ellie, I-” 

“Okay, now we're even,” she interrupted, smiling that crooked grin that you had started to crave. The waiter returned with her card and Ellie produced cash from her pocket, handing it to the waiter directly. He thanked her profusely before making his exit, grinning. When Ellie looked at you again, you were still watching her expectantly, dumbfounded. She finally rolled her eyes. “Seriously, what kind of date would I be if I made you pay?”

“You're not making me, I'm offering.” 

“And I'm saying no.” Ellie stood, straightening her shirt; when she tugged at it, the collar fell a bit, exposing sharp collarbones beneath. 

Rounding the table, she offered a hand to you, pulling you gently to your feet. You pulled her jacket tighter around yourself, knowing you needed to give it back yet unwilling to part with it just yet. 

Taking your arm, Ellie leaned in close enough that your breath caught in your throat and said, “I know why I found you on Seeking, okay? So, if it's alright with you, let me spoil you. Even if that just means one bottle of wine.” 

You laughed, but it sounded breathy even to your own ringing ears. “One very expensive bottle of wine.”

Ellie shrugged, a sparkle in her eye. “It's a small price to pay for your company.”

You were silent in the elevator, but you held on to her arm as though afraid to let go. You couldn't figure out why, but something in you urgently wanted nothing more than to be close to her. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt such a pull from somebody. 

Back on the street, the lights of the city seemed so much brighter than they had before. Ellie released your arm, turning to face you, and there was a strange pinch between her brows that you couldn't translate. 

“Do you want me to call you an Uber, or do you want me to take you home?” she asked, and your brain short-circuited. When you could do nothing but stammer, tripping over your own tongue, Ellie laughed. There was no mockery behind it, only quiet, bright amusement. “I meant I can drive you to your apartment so you don't have to drunkenly sit in an awkward Uber that smells sickeningly sweet and the driver tries to make mind-numbing small talk.” 

Your sigh of relief came out more like a laugh. 

Ellie tilted her head and stepped closer to you, her hand reaching out to graze your fingers, and that sigh was sucked right back into your lungs. Being so close to her made your head spin. Her breath fanned against your cheeks, smelling of warm whiskey, when she said, “Unless you want to come to my place?”

It had the uncertain tilt of a question, and Ellie wouldn't quite meet your eyes. 

“We don't have to do anything,” she continued in a rush. She scratched anxiously at the back of her head, a nervous laugh slipping between her lips. “We can just sit and talk more. Or watch a movie - my dad had this huge collection. I'm not gonna - You know, I'm not going to do anything you don't want.” She finally interrupted herself with a groan, rubbing a hand over her eyes. “Fuck, sorry, I wanted it to sound more suave than this.” 

And you would be a fucking idiot to go home with this impossible stranger. You had been taught better - never get into a stranger's car, and for the love of God, never let them take you to a second location. You could let her take you back to your apartment at least - you were admittedly incredibly tipsy and didn't particularly want to endure another ride with an annoyingly talkative Uber driver. You could go home, back to your claustrophobic, quiet apartment, and maybe - maybe - text  Ellie about setting up a second date. 

You were not stupid enough to go home with somebody on the first date. 

Except clearly you were, because you took the hand that was still grazing your fingers and looked up at Ellie - the contours of her face were shockingly etched with insecurity. And your dumb mouth said, of its own volition, “Okay.”

You had expected something flashy, like what a wealthy person would own in a movie - like a penthouse overlooking the city with too-white walls and electric guitars hanging, unused, on the walls. Maybe she had walls completely made of windows so it felt like you were on a pedestal overlooking the world. 

You hadn't expected a house that was older than your great-grandparents. 

When Ellie pulled into the driveway, you were sure she was just pulling in someplace to turn around, that she had missed her turn somewhere. But she put her stupidly-expensive car into park and killed the engine, shooting you an awkward glance. 

“Sorry,” she said, chuckling. “I know it’s not much.” 

You could only look at her incredulously, speechless, before looking back up at the house before you. You couldn’t even call it a house really - estate would be more fitting. Maybe mansion. Fuck, her house was the size of your apartment complex. It towered over you, three stories of intricate woodwork, warm brown beams wrapping around the structure like an elaborate skeleton. With beautiful eaves winding around the roof and an entire turret reaching for the moon, it looked like something that had stepped right out of some 1800s southern gothic novel. 

Ellie cleared her throat, startling you from a trance. You looked back at her and, for some reason, couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.

”Shit, sorry,” you said, covering your mouth with your hand. “I just - I’ve just never seen anything like it.” When Ellie’s eyes clouded over with uncertainty, you added softly, “It’s beautiful. Besides, Ellie,” you added, laughing again, “‘not much’ doesn’t really suit you.” 

Ellie opened and closed her mouth and yet no words came out. She was looking at you again as though you were something interesting - something new and exciting. Nobody had ever looked at you that way before, and the way your heart clenched at the sight was more than a little dangerous. 

Ellie finally smiled, huffing out a laugh - your heart was pretty satisfied with how often you were able to make her laugh - and said, “Do you still want to come inside?” 

And, surprisingly, you said, “Yeah, I do.” 

As Ellie got out, rounding the car to open your door for you, you discreetly checked that the taser was still in your bag. Sure, you had agreed to go home with a practical stranger, but you couldn't be too careful. 

The porch steps creaked as she led you to the door - double doors (of course), with stained glass and twisting vines carved into the wood. When Ellie opened them, it felt like you were transported to a different time on an entirely different world. 

The grand staircase caught your eye first - how could it not? Warm wooden steps covered in a blood red runner, a white banister winding up, those same vines that seemed to be the house’s signature carved into it. You could see a large, stained-glass window at the landing before it curved to disappear to the second floor. Moonlight splintered through the window in broken relief. 

As though in a trance, you wandered further into the house, walking to the fireplace situated right beneath the stairs. The wood stacked neatly inside was cold, untouched by a flame. There was a large mirror set atop the mantle, its gold frame a work of art alone. In the reflection, you could see the flush to your cheeks, and tried to convince yourself it was only from the cold. You still wore Ellie’s jacket, and you pulled it tight around your shoulders, as though it were a shield. 

You watched Ellie’s reflection as she walked slowly towards you, a small smile gracing her lips. She came close enough to touch - close enough that you could feel her cool breath against the back of your neck - and yet she didn’t put a hand on you. 

“There’s a lot more to see than the foyer,” she murmured, the words brushing your skin. “If you still want.” 

And you couldn’t stop your own smile as you turned back to her, your heart skipping at her proximity. “Show me.” 

She took your hand, her fingers shockingly cold, and led you into what must have been her living room - sitting room? Despite the fact that the house felt more like a museum - like you would get scolded for touching anything - the room was surprisingly cozy. A large, plush sectional was situated in front of another fireplace- this one also unblemished. Blankets and quilts were thrown over the couch and the accompanying chairs, leaving this time capsule looking strangely welcoming. 

“Okay, I have to ask,” you said, turning back to Ellie. She was watching you carefully, gauging your reaction with soft eyes, and you lost your train of thought. You opened your mouth but no sound came out; you weren’t sure if that was more or less embarrassing than the several curses you had said earlier in the night. 

Ellie hummed, raising her hand as though she wanted to touch you. She stopped only inches away from your cheek and dropped her hand, saying, “I’m an open book.” 

You had to turn away to collect your thoughts, wandering across the room if just to catch your breath. The opposite wall was lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. You ran your fingers along the spines of vintage classics, an array of science books, and comics, enjoying the irony of seeing Savage Starlight in the middle of all this history. You picked up a copy to keep your hands busy. 

“How, um,” you started, stumbling over your words, “how did you end up here?” 

Ellie hummed again, and you heard her footsteps following you. “Here as in this town, this country, this world? You gotta be a little more specific.” 

You sighed, giving in and turning to look at her. She kept a careful distance, standing a few feet away from you with her hands in her pockets. “You know what I mean, smartass.”

Ellie chuckled, but her eyes had grown distant, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. She took a few more steps closer to you, looking at the comic book in your hands. On the app, she hadn’t struck you as the type to get easily bashful, and yet she had proven you wrong a few times already. 

“My family lived here,” she finally said, quiet as a secret. You watched her carefully, jumping at the opportunity to stare at her without those intense eyes looking back at you. Her brow furrowed and she pressed her lips together as though she was in pain, her green eyes shining. “It was just… passed down, I guess? It’s kind of always been here ever since I can remember. I’m not entirely sure when it became mine.” 

You tucked the comic book back into its spot between The Iliad and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. You said absently, “How old is this place anyway?”

”It was built in 1816,” she said automatically, as though it were memorized. 

“It’s an awfully big house for just one person.” You looked up at her through your lashes as she stepped closer - close enough that you could smell that same metallic warmth that seemed to cling to her. 

“It is,” Ellie murmured, smiling. She reached out again, and this time she allowed herself to touch you. Her cold fingers brushed against your cheek before she gently cupped your jaw, tilting your head so you’d look at her properly. Her green eyes were downright intimidating. “But I keep good company.” 

You rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t convince yourself to look away. “Is that what you say to all the girls?” 

Ellie hummed, bracing her other hand on the bookshelf behind your head, and murmured, “No, I don’t.” She pressed in closer, her gaze dropping to your mouth, and you felt like your heart was going to leap from your throat. Ellie huffed out a laugh as though she could hear it pounding against your chest. When her thumb brushed your bottom lip, your lips parted on instinct. She didn’t look away, transfixed on the point where her skin touched your mouth, and you almost didn’t hear her when she said, “Can I?” 

And you had never been the kind of person to kiss on the first date, but she was looking at you with eyes hooded with want, her breath fanning against your cheeks. When she licked her lips, you couldn’t stop your eyes from following the motion. Her lips glistened, parted and plump, looking so impossibly soft. Somehow, past your haze, you heard yourself say, “Yes.” 

Ellie took her time in kissing you. She pressed you back gently, your shoulders pressing into the bookshelf behind you, and touched her nose to yours. She took a deep breath, breathing you in. Her hand was soft against your cheek, tilting your jaw up, and you hardly had to move to finally kiss her. 

Ellie tasted just like she smelled - spicy and metallic, the old-fashioned still hanging on her tongue. Despite the cold of her hand on your cheek, her mouth was impossibly warm, her breath slipping between your lips; it was intoxicating in a way that the wine couldn’t compare to. Her mouth moved against yours, soft and slow as a dance. 

Your hands reached out as though of their own accord, circling her waist and gripping at the slippery silk of her shirt. She pressed in close, crowding you against the bookshelf; you could feel her chest pressing against you, her hips on yours, the line of her body against yours making your head spin. And when Ellie’s tongue pressed against your lips, a gentle request for access, you felt like you’d faint altogether. 

Her tongue slipped between your teeth and you couldn’t stop the breathy sound it pulled from your throat. You could feel that infuriating smile against your lips and suddenly wanted nothing more than to wipe it away. You balled her ridiculously expensive shirt in your hands and pulled her impossibly closer, nipping at her bottom lip, and you wanted to swallow her gasp. 

Ellie pulled away, chuckling, but she didn’t go far. She pressed a kiss to your cheek, her lips trailing down to your jaw, and she could probably feel your pulse jump beneath her tongue. You could hear the smile in her voice when she said, “Do you do this often?” 

Her teeth grazed the sensitive spot below your ear, and it took you a few moments before you could respond. “Do what?” Despite yourself - despite the way your fingers gripped her shirt, your head swimming and an unexplainable want burning in your veins - you couldn’t help but laugh. “Go on a date with somebody I met on an app for sugar babies and go back to their ridiculously old mansion on the first date and-“ 

You cut yourself off. You weren’t sure exactly what was happening, and you were afraid that voicing it would break whatever spell you were under - whatever spell made this impossible woman’s touch feel like lightning. 

But Ellie only laughed, biting at the spot where your neck met your shoulder. “Yeah, that.” 

You shivered against her touch. “No, I’ve never really done this.” 

“Guess I’m just lucky.” 

Ellie kissed you again, only briefly, before she finally pulled away. She was grinning, her eyes sparkling with those same constellations; her face wasn’t even flushed, making you feel embarrassed about your burning cheeks. You were panting, intoxicated from the night and wine and Ellie. Her absence felt like an ache, your body craving the feeling of her lips, her teeth, her hands. You were close to tugging her back in, your hands still gripping her shirt, but she gently untangled herself from you with a laugh. 

“I want to keep going.” She paused, and then emphasized, “I really want to keep going. But you drank an entire bottle of wine, and I’d be kind of a shitty host if I didn’t offer you something to drink at least. Or are you hungry?” 

You were hungry, but it was the kind of hunger that food wouldn’t satiate. Still, you let your hands drop back to your sides, feeling your senses return to you now that they weren’t so tuned into Ellie - how she smelled, tasted, felt. When you laughed, it sounded breathy even to your own ears. “Some water would be nice.” 

“I can do that,” she said with a smile. “Stay here.” She kissed you again, lingering for a few moments longer than needed, before she turned and disappeared down the hall, leaving you alone in this ridiculously old mansion. 

With nothing else to keep yourself entertained, you did a slow lap around the room, eyeing the ironic blend of elegant antiques and silly trinkets that were so obviously Ellie. A cracked ivory trinket box sat on a shelf, intricate flowers engraved into the lid, set right next to a small figurine of an astronaut. Beautiful paintings lined the walls, signatures dating back to 1830 in elaborate script at the bottom, but there were also a few posters littered here and there - bands and video games. 

You walked over to the mantle, your fingers grazing over the marble top. The logs inside were untouched, and you briefly wondered if she’d light a fire soon to chase out the chill of autumn. A small jar filled with guitar picks sat at the corner, and you wondered if she really did have an electric guitar collection hidden around here somewhere. Your foot kicked an empty dog bowl, and yet Riley was nowhere to be found. Maybe Ellie took her to daycare when she knew she’d bring a girl home. You nearly laughed at the idea. 

Atop the mantle, hidden behind pictures of what must have been friends or family - hiking or traveling or laughing in somebody’s backyard - there was another picture frame. It must have fallen, face down so that the picture inside was covered. You reached out, careful to not disturb any of the other frames, and picked it up. You were just going to fix it, set it up next to the others, but something in the image caught your eye. You plucked it from its home, bringing it closer, holding it up to the light to get a better look. For a long time, you couldn’t figure out what you were looking at. Your heart hammered against your chest, your ears ringing, as though your body had figured it out before your brain did. 

It was an old photograph, grainy and sepia, faded and frayed around the edges with age. It was the house, looking just like it did today - the huge windows shining in the sunlight, the intricate eaves and wrap-around porch perfectly polished and new. A family stood on the lawn in front of the house, looking awkward and stiff. Back then, cameras took several minutes to actually capture a photo, so people tended to look a little awkward from trying to hold the same expression for so long. But that’s not what had caught your eye. 

It was a small family - a weary looking dad and his two daughters, looking just a few years younger than you. 

She looked a little different. Her hair was longer, falling in waves around her shoulders. She was definitely a few years younger, and she wore a sweet, full-length gown instead of a worn leather jacket. 

You checked the date in the bottom corner at least five times, but there was no mistaking it. The person in the photo was undeniably Ellie, standing in front of this house in 1816. 

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[willalove75]

Hi! Love your fics!💕💕 can I request a lady d and r, where alcina eats r out for the first time and r is all squirming and pulling the sheets and she loves it? Thank you id also like you to add your own stuff💖💖

Thank you so much!!💕 And thanks so much for this awesome request! Hehehe

Warnings: A little fluff and lots of smut, mommy kink, pinch of size kink, dash of degradation kink and more fluff.

A/n: Did I get carried away with this one? Me? Never. (Yes. Yes I did and I have no regrets).

18+ only, minors DNI

Life in Castle Dimitrescu wasn't perfect by any means, but compared to the village, it was safe. As safe as living with four bloodthirsty vampires can be, that it. Besides you were given work, were paid well, you had three meals a day and a roof over your head. What more could you ask for?

When you first arrived at the castle you were sent to work in the laundry room, after about a year you were promoted to working in the kitchen. After a year or so of that your duties were split between cleaning and serving meals. Somehow, you must have caught the Countess's attention because when her handmaid disappeared you were one of the candidates selected to fill the position. For one reason or another the other maids were passed over and you were hired for the job.

Although you were intimidated by the Countess at first, slowly but surely you began to feel more comfortable around her, and her around you. As the weeks went by she began to let her walls down when she was with you, something you were pretty sure she's never done for any maid before.

Her afternoon tea would often bleed into dinnertime, the two of you losing track of time while you spoke. Her evening glass of wine turned into two, then three, then the bottle as you talked late into the night. Even into the early hours of the morning on more than one occasion.

Tonight was just another average night. Your task as usual, bringing the Lady her evening wine. After you knocked on the door, you heard a "Who is it?" on the other side. You could tell right away that something was off from the sound of her voice.

"It's me, my Lady."

"Come in."

As you walk into her room you close the door. Lady Dimitrescu was standing with her back to you, looking out the window. A cigarette was perched between her two fingers.

"Just leave it on the table. You're dismissed."

It felt wrong leaving her like this, you could tell right away that she was upset.

"Are you alright my Lady?"

"I said you're dismissed."

"I am aware that I may be overstepping-"

"Then don't."

"My Lady, please, what can I do?"

Lady Dimitrescu stands there in silence, taking drags from her cigarette. After a few long minutes she looks at you out of the corner of her eye.

"You aren't going to leave, are you?"

"Will all due respect, I am not my Lady."

She sighs heavily.

"Alcina."

"I'm sorry?"

"Alcina, my given name. There's no need to be formal when it's just the two of us. Mother Miranda knows we are past the point of formalities." She said walking past you and sits at her vanity.

"It's a beautiful name, fitting for a beautiful woman."

Alcina stares at you through the mirror, you can see the mascara underneath her lashes, how her golden eyes have a hint of red to them from her crying. She still manages to give you a small smile.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Unfortunately I don't believe there is."

Her hands fiddle with the clasp of her necklace. You watch as she struggles to get it undone, growing more frustrated every second.

"Please, my Lady, allow me."

Standing onto the stepstool behind her, you take her hands off of the clasp. Alcina stares at you bewildered, never has a maid been so bold before. A second later the clasp is undone and you remove the necklace from her neck. Your eyes meet hers in the mirror and you can't decipher the look she's giving you.

"You don't fear me, do you?"

"No, not at all my-" Alcina gives you a look. "Alcina. I do not."

Stepping down, you walk over to the wardrobe and place the necklace on it.

"Why not? I am a monster am I not?"

"Do not say that." You snap. Alcina's posture stiffens and she glares at you. You can feel her eyes burning into the back of your head and you let out an exhale. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I just- I can't stand hearing people refer to you and the girls as monsters, no less hearing you refer to yourself as such."

Turning towards Alcina, you notice the glare in her eyes fade into something softer.

"You really don't think I am dangerous?"

"No, I know what you're capable of and I know you can certainly be dangerous. But everyone can be dangerous. I've seen monsters, real monsters. None of which are you and your daughters."

"You are so very curious."

"The same can be said about yourself." You say, trying to hold back a smile.

"Cheeky." Alcina says with a smirk. She finishes removing her makeup and lights another cigarette as she makes her way over to the chaise lounge in her room. "Will you please bring me my wine?"

"Of course."

You cross the room and open up the bottle of wine, filling Alcina's glass.

"There you are." You say, handing it to her.

"Come, sit." She says, moving her legs over to open up a spot on the edge of the seat. Alcina takes a sip of wine and looks down at you. "Why don't you see us at monsters?"

"Because you're not." She tilts her head and you continue. "I know what goes on in these castle walls, I am not ignorant to that. But I also know that, for the most part, the reason why you do what you do is to survive. Isn't that what we're all trying to do? Just survive? The maids and the people in the village refuse to acknowledge your humanity, but I see it clear as day."

"I am not human."

"Yes, but that does not mean that you've lost your humanity. You were a human once. If you did, you wouldn't care to tell me about your days as a jazz singer, your eyes wouldn't light up when you spoke of what it was like being on stage singing for people. A gentle smile wouldn't cross your face when you spoke of your daughters and their antics. You wouldn't laugh at my silly jokes if you lost all of your humanity. I see you, Alcina. I see you."

Never has Alcina been so in awe of someone, her handmaiden no less. Never has someone - since she's been mutated - see her for who she is. She leans forward and tucks a strand of hair behind you ear, gazing into your eyes.

The breath in your lungs stalls and you lose yourself in her beautiful gold eyes. She truly is breathtaking. You meant every word you said and you can tell she knew you meant it.

Her long finger traces down your jaw until it stops to rest underneath your chin. On command your lips part and your eyes flick down from hers, to her lips and back up. She's so close you can feel her warm breath on your skin. You can smell the cigarettes and wine on her breath, accompanied by the faint hint of the perfume left on her from the day. It's intoxicating. She's intoxicating.

Alcina captures your lips with hers and you gladly welcome them. Her tongue caresses you and you part your lips more, allowing her entrance into your mouth. The moment her tongue touches yours a moan erupts from the back of your throat into her mouth. She kisses you harder in response and your fingers tangle themselves into her hair.

Before your brain can register what's happening, Alcina wraps her free arm around your waist and lifts you up. Your legs wrap around her and she leans to the side, placing her wine glass down and putting her cigarette out straight onto the side table. To hell with the ashtray, and that table, I guess.

She carries you across the room to her bed and crawls onto it, never once breaking the kiss until she lays you down and hovers above you. Her soft lips leave passionate kisses down your jaw to your neck. Pausing in the crook of your neck, she deeply inhales and exhales with a moan before sucking on your pulse point. A moan escapes from your lips and you arch your back in response. Alcina's hand slides up the front of you, her palm coming to rest on your chest as you arch into it. Her hand is so big it practically covers your whole chest.

Alcina kisses back up your neck and pulls you in for another deep, passionate kiss. Her leg slides between yours and you roll your hips into her with a grunt. She practically purrs when she feels you grind into her.

"You are so beautiful, draga mea." She whispers between kisses. "No one has ever looked at me the way you do."

A passionate fog clouds your mind, you're completely lost in the moment and don't even register your next words until they hang in the air between the two of you.

"I love you."

When your brain finally processes what you said you freeze. The gold in Alcina's eyes shines brighter than you've ever seen before. Her pupils blow and practically turn her eyes black.

"Do you want me to stop?" She says.

"No."

As soon as the words leave your lips Alcina grabs your uniform and tears it down the middle. As effortlessly as one would tear a piece of paper. Her nails extend just enough to cut through your bra and underwear and she throws the scraps of cloth away.

She kisses you again, hard, and her hand travels down your body and one finger slides up your dripping slit. You whine into her and she breaks the kiss.

"So wet for me already." She hums. "I have to taste you."

Her hands grab the back of your thighs and she pushes them apart, positioning herself between them. She licks, sucks, and bites at the inside of your thighs for a few moments and you start to wiggle in her grasp. Your movements only make her tighten her grip and suck and bite down harder.

Just when you think you're about to lose your mind, Alcina drags her large tongue up your slit in one slow experimental lick. Her eyes flutter shut and she hums into you, the reverberation sending chills up your spine.

"So delicious." She says before diving back in.

She laps at your dripping cunt a few times before sucking and pulling at your clit.

"Oh fuck!" You cry as you grasp tightly onto the bedsheets.

Her eyes flick up and meet yours, there's almost no gold left. All of it being swallowed by her blown pupils. There's a hungry look in her eyes. A look you've never seen before and it only makes you crave her more.

Alcina pays close attention to every one of your movements. Every time you squirm, every time you moan, whimper, and cry that spills from your lips. She listens for every breath that hitches in your chest. Adjusting the rhythm and pattern of her tongue, diving between your folds and circling your clit so you can feel the most pleasure at all times.

Each lick, suck, each time she pulls at your clit or hums into you drives you further and further into oblivion. Her hands slid up to grasp onto your hips at some point to keep you steady. You're sure you would have squirmed your way off the bed and onto the floor if she wasn't keeping you in place.

"Alcina... please..." You whine.

"Mmm that name sounds so beautiful falling from those lips." She hums.

She darts her tongue in and out of your soaked core before sliding it into you.

"Oh my god! Oh fuck!"

One of her hands releases your hips and she slides it under your butt, lifting your ass off of the mattress. You have no idea why she did that until you felt her tongue reach deep inside of you, prodding at a spot that made you see stars.

As your eyes roll back into your head you let out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard. You don't see it but the hunger in Alcina's eyes grows. She curls her long tongue deep inside you making you cry out.

You're pulling at her bedsheets so hard you think they might rip, but nothing matters right now. She's sending you straight into outer space and is showing no signs of slowing down.

Alcina rolls her tongue inside of you, hitting every sensitive spot that makes you see stars. You can feel your walls beginning to clench around her tongue and right as she's about to take you to the edge, she pulls out.

The most pathetic and desperate whine leaves your mouth and Alcina presses wet kisses into your thighs.

"What's the matter sweet thing?" She teases.

You look up at her and see a cocky smile spread across her face. She has you absolutely wrapped around her finger and you both know it.

Unable to form words, you let out another whine as a shudder runs through your body.

"What is it? Was there something you wanted?"

She continues to leave slow, tantalizing kisses on the inside of your thighs and tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes.

"Mhm." You whine.

"What? Use your words sweet girl. Tell me, tell mommy what you want."

A moan escapes your lips at the word "mommy." Never did you think that would be such a turn-on but that word alone almost made you cum.

"Please."

"Please what?" She says as she adjusts to hover over you. Her lips ghost yours and she drags her nails up the inside of your thigh. "What is it? Tell mommy."

"Mommy please." You whimper as your legs begin to shake.

"Do you want mommy to make you cum? Is that what you want baby?" She digs her nails a little harder into you and you nod your head.

"Use your words, mommy wants to hear that pretty little voice. To see those pretty lips of yours beg." She drags the tip of her finger up your slit and just barely grazes your clit. You cry out in desperation and throw your head back. Alcina takes the opportunity to slowly kiss your exposed neck. With her lips on your throat she can feel the vibration of your voice.

"Please mommy, please. Make me cum, please!"

She hums into your skin and brushes her lips against yours.

"Good girl." She says against your lips. "You're such a good little slut for mommy aren't you?"

You feel your heart stutter in your chest and she hums in delight.

Alcina drags her finger up your folds once more and circles around your clit before sliding deep into you. Your walls flutter around her, stretching to accommodate her size and your eyes disappear into the back of your head.

She starts off slow, pulling her finger almost all the way out and then sliding it back in until she's knuckle deep inside of you. Gradually she picks up the pace pulling out less and thrusting back in harder. She curls her finger into you and your back arches off of the bed as you cry out.

"Oh fuck yes!"

"Does that feel good baby?" She coos.

"Yes, fuck yes."

"Do you think you can handle more? Can you fit another one of mommy's big fingers inside your tight little cunt?"

"Yes, please mommy, more, I need more!"

"Such a good girl." She whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

She pulls her finger out and immediately slides two fingers back in. The stretch you feel is painful but oh so pleasurable as you cry out for her.

Alcina lets out a low groan when she feels your walls stretch to fit her. So wet, so tight. She wants to utterly destroy you but she's holding herself back.

Once she's sure you've adjusted to the size of her fingers she begins to pump them in and out of you. Each moan that escapes your lips when she pulls out, each whine you cry when she thrusts back in is calling to every primal instinct Alcina has inside of her. She curls her fingers inside of you and you hear a deep, wet noise. Alcina practically purrs at the noise and lowers herself back down between your legs and takes your throbbing clit between her lips and sucks, hard.

You let out a scream so loud, so uncontrolled someone may think you're actually dying. You're convinced she's sucking your soul out of you.

Alcina sends you higher and higher, every time she brings you to the edge she lowers you back down and you cry out in protest. Over and over again she edges you, driving you absolutely insane.

"Please, Alcina please!"

"Use your words, pet. Tell me what you want." She says before pulling at your clit again.

"Make me cum! Fuck me! Please oh god please!"

She curls her fingers into you harder and faster as she sucks on your clit. You grab at the sheets and pull as she fucks you harder and harder. You body begins to shake and your walls clench down around her fingers. Right before you cum Alcina pulls her fingers out and shoves her tongue deep inside of you, sending white hot light through you.

You body convulses under her touch as your orgasm violently rips through you. Screaming out her name with a now hoarse voice.

Alcina draws out your orgasm for longer than you thought was physically possible before expertly guiding you back down. The ride down was almost as pleasurable as the climb was. Something you've never experienced before.

Aftershocks course through your body and your legs twitch each time Alcina places a kiss on them. She slowly kisses up your body, sucking on each of your nipples, nipping at your collarbones and leaving wet, hot kisses up your neck and jaw until she finally reaches your lips.

She kisses you with a soft passion, caressing you each time an aftershock makes your body twitch.

"So beautiful. So delicious. So perfect." She whispers between kisses.

She breaks the kiss and sits up between your legs admiring her work. Proud of just how undone she was able to make you. A dark chuckle rumbles in her chest and you look up at her.

"Well, it seems a new set of sheets is in order." She says.

Looking to the side, you realize the sheets, still in your grasp, have holes torn in them. You let them go and flex your hands since they became stiff from grabbing the sheets so hard.

"Oh god, I'm sorry." You say with a giggle.

"Don't be." She says as she lays next to you and pulls you into her. "I'm rather impressed that I was able to ravish you so well you tore holes into my bedsheets."

"You didn't just ravish me," you say and Alcina gives you a look. "you took my fucking soul."

For the first time, Alcina lets out a laugh. A true, hearty laugh. She throws her head back and you feel her chest bounce against you.

"Such a filthy mouth for such a sweet little thing." She says before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

You smile up at her and your eyelids begin to feel heavy.

"I should go back," you sleepily say. "it's probably past curfew and-" a yawn cuts you off.

"Nonsense, you will stay here tonight."

"Are you sure?" You say as you fight to keep your eyes open.

"Yes draga mea, I am." Alcina says and places a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm sorry I said 'I love you' before." You say, losing the battle against your eyelids.

"Don't be. It was the truth wasn't it?"

"Mhm." You nod your head. "You're not mad?"

"No draga, not in the slightest."

"Oh, good."

Your last words are barely a whisper before sleep takes over. Alcina pulls the duvet over the two of you and you cuddle into her. A warm smile pulls across her face and she buries her nose into your hair, taking a deep breath in.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, draga." She whispers, knowing you're asleep. "I love you too."

[klausysworld]

would u be down to write Klaus x vampire hunter? I need that forbidden love angst and all that goodness!! I also may have seen a Buffy the vampire slayer post and couldn’t stop thinking about a Klaus x slayer relationship 🤔

Plot twist? She ends up getting pregnant!?!? I just need the juicy stuff loool

(this is gonna be a multiple part story FOR SURE! I can't lie I've had a very similar idea/scenario running through my head for the past few weeks so i'm really glad someone really wanted this too! The only reason it'll be multiple parts is so that it's easier to read and so that i'm able to add the build up how i imagined :))

Love is never simple

(Part 2 here)

Y/n was the first born daughter to Grayson and Miranda Gilbert.

When Y/n was born they had only very recently claimed Elena as their own, passing the two babies off as twins to those they knew. Fraternal of course for they were definitely not similar not for their looks nor their behaviour.

Elena was a mommy’s girl, she wanted to dress up and be the princess: have her hair and nails done, go shopping with her friends Caroline and Bonnie.

Meanwhile Y/n was more curious. She liked to follow her father, learn from his actions. She still spent time with the girls but given the choice to run around a field and swing a bat then she wouldn’t say no.

One day Miranda was unable to pick up the two girls from school, they were only young and couldn’t get a lift home. Grayson came straight from work and took the girls back there with him. Elena did as she was told, stayed in the designated room and wrote in her diary. Y/n decided to sneak after her father, wondering down a cold staircase to a dungeon of sorts. Men were walking with purpose in lab coats and barking orders at weak, pale beings in cells.

She could see card shot glasses filled with a deep red liquid laid out in rows on a tray. She held onto the railing of the stairs and watched as, who she assumed to be sick people, begged for the cups. Eventually they were given the small dosage, dark veins travelled down their eyes to their cheeks and sharp teeth poked into their lower lips.

A hint of fear swirled within her eyes, confusion and fascination. Something was wrong with these people. She peered closer, accidentally drawing the attention of one of the patients. His eyes narrowed before a small, cruel smile formed on his lips. It barely lasted a second before Y/n was harshly grabbed by the upper arm, causing a shriek to leave her as her head whipped round to see her fathers alarmed face staring back at her

“Y/n!” He yelled “you do not come down here!” Grayson hurriedly lifted her up the stairs and slammed the door shut behind him. “Where’s Elena? Is she still in the office?” He questioned in a panic and Y/n nodded quickly

“She stayed- I’m sorry Daddy- i just wanted to see” she whispered and he sighed, placing her down onto her feet and kissed her forehead.

“It’s not safe for you there” he warned

“What was wrong with those people?” She asked quietly and he clenched his jaw

“They’re not people Y/n…” he murmured “they’re…monsters…they just dress up as people”

They both looked at each-other trying to figure out what the other was thinking

“Dressed up?” She questioned curiously and he clicked his tongue

“Yes…see y/n, they aren’t humans. They just want you to believe that they are, they’re dangerous and it’s part of my job to stop them…to help real people be safe” he explained and she nodded

“You cure them?” She tilted her head, she knew her father was a doctor. Perhaps by stopping them he would make them people instead of monsters.

“If only that were a thing my little y/n….these beasts cannot be cured. Do you remember last summer when there was that…mountain lion on the loose?” He asked her and she nodded with a puzzled smile. “Well that creature hurt people, sent them to heaven…and because of that, the lion had to be put to rest” he told her and she nodded, viscous animals were put down, she knew that. “These beasts, they’re just like that lion. They’re viscous and they won’t ever be tame…they won’t ever feel love. They just want to hurt people.” He whispered, his eyes conveying passion as he spoke of the monsters.

“So you put them down?” She murmurs and he nods

“That’s right” he confirmed and she nodded back at him.

“Because they deserve it?” She utters and he smiled

“Exactly y/n, exactly”

And that was the start of a very twisted childhood.

Miranda was furious when she found out that Y/n had seen the Augustine vampires. They yelled all through the night, their angry voices sounding through the house which resulted in a frightened Elena and a crying Jeremy to climb into Y/n’s bed, all huddling together, looking to y/n for protection.

The next morning nobody spoke a word of the previous day. They ate breakfast, Grayson kissed the heads of each of his children and went of to work. Miranda got them all ready for school and dropped them off before going to work.

The system repeated itself until Y/n stepped out of line again. Tyler Lockwood had shoved Jeremy into a wall and called him names, Y/n wasn’t nearly as big as Tyler but threw punches just as hard. By the time the teacher had separated the two, both Grayson and Miranda were at the school beyond worried.

The school recommended Y/n went to a child’s psychologist to catch her anger management issues earlier rather than later. The same message was passed onto the Lockwoods.

But Grayson didn’t see a troubled little girl when he looked at his daughter, he saw someone strong, a fighter, a hunter.

With many disagreements and arguments, Miranda demanded that neither Y/n or Elena and Jeremy would ever be faced with the supernatural life as long as they were alive.

Grayson however didn’t listen. When Miranda took Elena out and Jeremy was at a friends, he would bring Y/n back to the vampires.

He showed her brain scans of a vampires brain vs a humans brain. He showed her a sociopaths and a psychopaths. He taught her what they had learnt, how a vampire thinks. How it behaves and why. He had her taking multiple self defence classes a week as well as personal training where she was allowed to used weapons, stakes.

On her 14th birthday, when everyone was getting ready for bed, Grayson came back into her room and gave her a box. Inside the box was a dagger, a very special dagger. One she had seen drawings of, heard stories of. And with it came the promise that one day she would get to use it.

Y/n was given weekly lessons on vampire history, all the way back to the originals.

By the age of 16 she was searching for them. For him. She wanted to see the one and only Niklaus Mikaelson. Supposedly the most ruthless, most dangerous and most powerful creature to walk the planet? The one who was supposed to kill her very very own sister.

Grayson didn’t approve of her wanting to seek him. He agreed with almost everything she did but not that. He couldn’t risk Klaus. Y/n could fight off a vampire, she was even able to kill a ripper while it was in a frenzy, but an original hybrid? At 16? He couldn’t guarantee that.

So she left in the night. She was gone four full days and nights before she returned. Miranda was in tears and begged her to never leave them again. Elena was angry and Jeremy felt betrayed. But Grayson could tell that Y/n had exactly what she wanted. She knew what Klaus Mikaelson looked like.

And when she placed a photograph of the beasts face on the table beside his glass, he knew he had successfully created a true vampire hunter.

Y/n had boards drawn, hidden from her siblings and mother and only accessible to herself. They held the locations of vampire nests, werewolf packs and witch covens all over the US. She began to form connections with witches. Shiela Bennet, Grams, was aware of Y/n’s involvement and although she wanted nothing more than to stay out of vampire business, she knew Y/n was in too deep to back out and she would protect that girl. She helped her get in touch with other witches, warned her of the witch trials that took place, where a hundred spirits would support her. In return Y/n promised to protect Bonnie, to never take advantage of her and to try her best to keep her away from vampires.

Everything was smooth for a while until that tragic night. One slip in the road and the car was in the water. Y/n had kicked and punched with everything in her to break the windows open, to save Elena, her mother and her father. But she watched as the life drained from their eyes, she watched as Elena tried to tell her how much she loved her. And then, in what she thought would be her last moment, she saw a figure force the door open with a supernatural strength. A vampire, Stefan Salvatore, saved both girls that night.

Y/n didn’t know what to think.

She understood that maybe he saved Elena because of the doppelgänger history that she had learnt of over the years. But she never understood why he would save her too.

Y/n had searched on Stefan before, the ripper. To say she was disgusted was an understatement, but now he was acting as though he was nothing more than a bunny muncher? Lies. There was darkness within him, waiting to be let free. He would kill them all. She was sure of it.

So sure that she broke into his house, only to find his brother Damon already there nursing a glass of bourbon. She observed the two brothers as they through each other from the window and hissed like feral cats. Like a mountain lion.

Damon didn’t even bother to hide his darkness, he was a monster in her eyes. Clear as the moon amongst the stars.

But before she could get her hands on the right stake, Grams was at her door

“Y/n, child, you mustn’t” she warned and Y/n frowned

“I will not have two vampires in our town, ruining my family.” She snapped back and Shiela shook her head

“Child, please” she begged “you have to trust me, trust me that you will need them” she whispered urgently

“Why would anyone need a vampire?” She sneered and Grams grabbed her hand

“Just believe” she uttered “they will not touch you, I can guarantee that not a hair on your head-“

“I don’t care if they hurt me, they will hurt Elena- Jeremy- Jenna-“ she listed, taking a pause before looking Grams in the eye “they will destroy Bonnie”

“You know I wouldn’t put her in danger, they will come and go. The older one of here for one thing, once he has it he will leave and the younger is nothing more than a nuisance” she tried to encourage but Y/n only shook her head

“You know that would be the easiest thing to believe. But they are not made to make friends, they are not here because they feel anything other than hunger. Hunger for blood and hunger for power. Your power, Bonnie’s power.” She threatened

“Y/n, you must trust me just this once. We will rid ourselves of these demons but we must do it right so that we do not become the monsters we fear”

And so with much reluctance, Y/n waited and watched.

She didn’t reveal any of her intentions, she just stayed quiet.

Even when the vampires escaped the tomb, she didn’t make herself known. When Grams died it broke something inside Y/n but it also made her stronger, she knew she had to protect her family, the Gilbert’s, the Bennett’s.

Not even the council knew she was in on it all. Grayson never told a soul outside of the Augustine community so that Miranda never found out. She helped of course, but at the end of the day when she watched Stefan and Elena beg for Bonnie to let them save Damon…Y/n just couldn’t decide where she stood. In that moment she froze, she watched Bonnie Bennet help a vampire and it confused her beyond belief.

And she witnessed it time and time again.

How could this happen? How could everyone in that godforsaken town so easily submit to those animals?

It was Damon who finally caught onto Y/n, noticing the pure disgust on her face when a vampire entered the room. The way she looked at Caroline after she turned, the inner battle she faced when Caroline cried like a child and begged Y/n to tell her everything would be okay.

He eavesdropped on Y/n’s conversation with Caroline’s mother, Liz. It was after Mason had outed the Salvatores and they were waiting for the vervain to leave her system.

“She isn’t my daughter anymore Y/n” she whispered and Y/n just stared back at the wall

“No?” She questioned slightly

“She’s a monster- my little girl is…my little girl is gone” she uttered, tears brimming in her eyes and Y/n’s thoughts stirred

“Gone” she repeated “it’s just a monster…dressed as Caroline?” She mused and Liz let out a sob

“How could this happen? They killed my baby” she cried over and over but Y/n remained emotionless. She wasn’t expecting Damon to be back yet, she wasn’t aware of the way he looked at her. The tilt of his head and the narrowing of his eyes. The shock he felt when he heard the question slip from her mouth

“Will you kill her?”

Liz looked up at Y/n, horrified to an extent as she slowly shook her head “I couldn’t…” she breathed and Y/n nodded in understanding

“Would you…would you have someone else kill her?” She asked quietly and Liz sat up a little straighter, looking at Y/n almost quizzically

“I…don’t know” she whispered “should I?”

That was the biggest question Y/n had. Where was the line drawn? The line between right and wrong, the line between human and monster.

Silence hung over them and Damon watched as Y/n pondered the idea, he could see the way her eyes glistened as she thought over the idea of tearing Caroline’s heart out and then he saw the guilt settle in and the confusion take over again.

“Maybe” she mumbled “maybe Caroline is truly gone. Maybe now she is just a hollow shell of who she is supposed to be and a violent, vicious animal” she stated unfazed “but then what if she’s still your baby girl? What if she’s everything she was and more? What if she’s…better” she whispered, a glint in her eye.

Liz couldn’t give and answer, neither of them could. Neither of them ever would.

By the time Y/n left, Liz was almost asleep.

Damon seized Y/n’s arm as she walked toward the front door and attempted to pin her to the wall only to be knocked off his feet and kicked straight in the gut. His hand automatically grabbed ahold of her ankle and twisted but nothing more than a grunt left her as she grabbed something, a glass, and smashed it against the side of his head. He let out a growl and lunged for her throat but her hand was in his chest in seconds. They both stayed completely still as she held is heart still inside his body, his fangs on display and pain clear in his expression.

A silent stare down happened before Y/n squeezed at his heart and forced a surrender out of him. Once she let go they both crawled away from the other and sat on the floor, facing the other with a contemplating look.

Eventually he spoke, “what are you?” He questioned and she scoffed

“Human” she stated as though he were stupid

“It isn’t human instinct to rip someone’s heart out” he raised a brow and she sighed

“Well maybe not every human but when we have things like you living in our town-“

“Things like me?” He laughed “oh you really aren’t who I thought you were” he grinned a grin of disbelief and stared up at the ceiling. “You think all vampires are monsters?” He murmured, glancing to her

“I’m not sure anymore” she mumbled and he hummed, his brows furrowing

“So…me…Stefan and Caroline are the demons and you? You’re a little angel?” He mocks and she rolls her eyes

“Nobody said or implied that” she sighed and he squinted his eyes

“So then what?”

“I don’t know.” She stated, angrier.

The both went quiet for a moment until Stefan walked in. His eyes were wide and confused. Both Damon and Y/n looked to each other, a look that said they needed to keep this quiet.

“What the-“

“Caroline thought I was gonna hurt Liz, she threatened me by grabbing my heart” Damon lied, a sarcastic smirk on his face which made the situation much more believable. “Y/n stayed to watch Liz, didn’t you?” He glared and she nodded

“Yeah, course, anything to help” she smiled and Stefan slowly nodded. Something wasn’t right but he knew he shouldn’t ask.

And from there stemmed an odd and twisted friendship.

Damon liked to purposefully annoy Y/n, see what made her angry enough to the point where she would hurt him. He wanted to know why she was so strongly against vampires. He wanted to know where she went when she disappeared.

Because disappearing wasn’t uncommon for Y/n, since those days when she hunted down Klaus Mikaelson. The beast who was supposed to be impossible to find but clearly wasn’t trying very hard to hide. Since then she would disappear for a week every couple of months, release her built up anger and hatred for the supernatural by going to a vampire nest and seeing how many she could take on at a time.

Between stakes, wooden bullets and enchanted blades she did very well.

She would return, any wounds wrapped in bandages and nobody would ask, Elena and Jeremy had come accustomed to it. They would hug her, thank her for coming back in one piece and she would promise to never leave without coming back.

Damon however would dance circles around her: “where were you?” “Why do you smell of blood” “what did you do?”

One day she snapped at him and told him she killing of leeches like him. She proceeded to stake him through the stomach and leave him on floor before going up to bed.

That was how Stefan found out. He witnessed the scene and very cautiously raised his hands in surrender when she stomped past him on the stairs.

Damon and Stefan had many conversations on it but nothing ever came of them.

Actually a sort of alliance was formed between the three, nobody tells Elena or anyone for that matter that Y/n is a vampire hunter and Y/n will help behind the scenes when needed.

It worked well.

When Elena and Caroline were taken by the wolves, Y/n killed more of those dogs than Stefan Damon combined.

When Elena was kidnapped by Rose and Trevor for Elijah, she had seen it happen and tracked them before anyone else realised they were missing. She waited patiently in the shadows for Elijah to arrive. She already knew so much about him and it was a dream of sorts to see him so close. She had the dagger of course but she wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. Looking at the situation, his tone and the look in his eyes, he didn’t seem to carry any untoward intentions with Elena and if Y/n were honest she wanted to take Elijah down to Augustine. She wanted to scan the originals brain, test his blood to see if he were different to the others.

But when Elijah continued to smack Trevors head clean off and grab Elena in a painful hold, she couldn’t just stand by. A stake was thrown strain into the top of his spine, temporarily paralysing the original and causing him to let out a sharp cry of pain and anger. Elena turned to face Y/n in shock, confusion and relief. Damon and Stefan moved as soon as Y/n did and tackled Elijah unto the others presumed him dead. Y/n however collected a small sample of his blood before they left.

She returned home with the others, explaining to Elena the best she could about how she got to be who she was. About their father’s secret vampire hunting job, leaving out the Augustine side to the story as she knew Elena would not approve and Damon, Stefan and Caroline would be appalled.

Everything was different from then, Elena seeked more support in Y/n like she used to do when they were younger and Y/n guarded Elena with her life. Even when Elena was determined to sacrifice herself, hand herself over to Klaus, Y/n was there.

Y/n could feel her heart in her throat when Elijah stood in-front of her, two hearts in his hands from the vampires that were here for the doppelgänger. He gave a her a strange looked, confused as to who she was before he noticed the way Elena hid behind her and Damon grabbed at her wrist. He vanished into thin air and Y/n went on edge.

She slept in Elena’s room or had Elena in her own. She dug back through her original’s knowledge and information, pages and pages worth of history and myths. Sketches of Klaus’s face and the daggers. A small figure, hand carved by Klaus himself and made of white oak which she had stolen and kept hidden away. But then she remembered what she had learnt from the witches she had conversed with.

Killing one original would wipe out every vampire of that sireline.

She wasn’t sure what to do. Kill Klaus and the Salvatores, kill Caroline? Her childhood friend? Destroy her bond with her sister and be left alone?

She hid the white oak away and decided on presenting Damon with the mystical dagger and white oak ash. He immediately took to the idea while Stefan was hesitant but after another week of Elijah proving to be nothing but a threat in their eyes, he found himself as close to death as he could be in the cellar of the Salvatore’s.

But then Klaus showed up, we’ll sort of.

He had taken over Alaric and assumed they would all be too stupid to notice.

But Y/n could sense something. And he didn’t like the way she was looking at him, a calculated and curious look. She knew he couldn’t question her, that would be confirming her theory. So she just waited and watched. Klaus couldn’t help but feel a little nervous when she narrowed her eyes and glanced toward Elena.

When he finally revealed himself and attacked the girls in the school, Y/n was already in the cellar and forcing Elijah up the stairs.

“You’re fucked up brother is here, wake the fuck up” she yelled as his fingers slowly twitched to life. She threw blood bags at him, watching him drain them in seconds through coughing and groaning.

Once he came to he tried to have her by the throat only to be smacked back by the invisible force of the doorway. She held the dagger threateningly at him until he calmed down and took a step back to compose himself.

They grabbed Elena ASAP and got to talking.

It was another couple days before she actually saw Klaus in his true form. Y/n had just stepped into the grill, ready to yell at Damon for force feeding her his blood when she noticed the dirty blonde, blue eyed vampire stood with a glass of scotch in his hand and a cruel smirk on his face. She swiftly weaved her way through the grill and to a booth in the corner to watch the interaction.

Klaus finished threatening Damon, walked all the way to the door and paused. He could feel himself being watched, his head turned in her direction, his eyes locked onto hers and his brows pulled together with a hint of confusion. He watched as Damon noticed Y/n and called her name, drawing her attention and beckoning her over. Klaus left with her on his mind.

She was soon forgotten when he completed his ritual, was faced with his brothers betrayal and then set free.

He then left with Stefan, unaware that Y/n knew exactly where they were all of the time. Following them, tracking them, hunting them.

She watched as they moved from the road to motels, to diners to hotels to dodgy alleyways to drain helpless humans, to houses to slaughter petrified people.

And while they slept she would break into their hotel rooms, seeing how long it would take to wake the beast. She rummaged through his duffle bag of clothes and papers. She flipped through his sketch books, seeing what new things he had added since the last time she looked. She made her own copies of his maps, marking the same places as he had to know where he would be going next to find the werewolves. It was amusing to her that the reason he struggled to find them was because she had helped kill a proportion of them over the past few years.

Klaus could always feel like someone was watching him but he wasn’t sure if it was actually there or just his paranoia so he never thought too much of it. She was always hidden when he looked over his shoulder anyway.

What he didn’t know was that sometimes she would slip a concentrated doses of ketamine into his and Stefan’s drinks when he wasn’t looking to ensure he would sleep through the night. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to have a nightmare.

She had been in Klaus’s room, transferring all the data from his phone over to her laptop so she could track is messaged and phone calls when he began muttering. She ignored him and waited for it to load but he began to get louder so she stood up, a little worried he would wake. But when his breathing turned rapid and his mumbled became cries for help in fear she started to understand. He was in the middle of a nightmare and the ketamine refused to let him wake.

Hesitantly she came over to his sleeping form, placing a hand on his shoulder which his shook off.

“Shhh” she hushed quietly, not wanting anyone else in the motel to wake. “It’s okay” she whispered but he wouldn’t shut up. He just wouldn’t stop screaming, begging for the wolves to let go of someone- Henrik.

Y/n pulled the covers off him, leaving him in only his boxers. His skin was covered in sweat as he struggled against his own mind. She gently rubbed her hands over his chest, trying to soothe him with physical touch. She whispered kind words to him as she smoothed her fingers over his skin to his face, petting him gently and calming him back to a more settled sleep. His face turned to press his cheek into her palm and she sighed, relieved.

Carefully she pulled away and grabbed her laptop which now had all of his information. She placed everything back when she found it and left, locking the door and moving into Stefan’s room.

Klaus could faintly remember the feel of hands on his body, such soft skin on his. He could remember her soothing voice as she told him to breath and relax. He could still feel her fingers in his hair when he closed his eyes.

Stefan almost always knew that Y/n had been there, he could always smell her perfume. Plus sometimes she would leave him little notes to let him know she was with him.

What wasn’t planned was for Klaus to actually find Ray. She was torn between staying with Klaus or following Stefan when Stefan promised to get rid of Damon, who was searching for him as he assumed Y/n was glad to be rid of the two monsters.

Y/n only stayed because Stefan had spotted her in the bar and mouthed for her to stay, that he would be back.

So she stayed and observed. Watched as Klaus threw vervain-dipped-darts into the man’s body with a smirk on his face. It was creatures like him that she reminded her of why she killed. Why she was apart of Augustine.

So she ordered a drink for him, had the waiter tell him a girl had gotten payed for it and watched as he grinned, flattered and looked around for her. He didn’t spot her as she hid herself behind the bar, he shrugged anyways and took the drink in one gulp. His eyes went wide instantly as the liquid quite literally burned through his throat, a mixture of vervain and wolvesbane in his system. He angrily looked around for the culprit but she was out the door in seconds and in her car.

Once he came back outside, Stefan was back and Ray was unconscious.

She followed them to the mountains and followed at a safe distance, stakes and wolvesbane grenades ready. She stayed low and far enough away, occasionally climbing into trees to watch as he snapped each wolves neck.

She watched in boredom as he failed, she already knew why he wasn’t successful. The witches had already told her Esther’s plan. The double curse.

Cruel but necessary.

She watched his tantrum and then she watched as they both dragged themselves back down to the car.

Following them to Chicago was a low point for her. She had dozens of cans of red bulls and protein bars in her car and had been listening to the same list of songs for months. Klaus’s messages were dryer than a dessert and Stefan was losing his spark. He was losing what made him special, the reason she began to trust a vampire. He was proving that all vampires were beasts.

Thankfully for Y/n, she had already met Gloria in the past. So when Y/n came into the bar after Klaus and Stefan had left and explained the situation, Gloria was happy to let Y/n stay with her in the apartment above the bar for a few days. Without Klaus’s knowledge of course.

She was also happy to let Y/n sit and watch the security cameras whilst Klaus and Stefan were downstairs. In return Y/n offered Gloria a favour, whether it be an ingredient to a spell or the death of another supernatural. Either way it didn't bother Y/n, she was just as happy to do either. if anything she craved to kill a vampire, it was her release and this trip was nothing but a bore for her so far.

It became slightly more interesting when Klaus woke his sister; Rebekah. watching them whine at each other was somewhat amusing but it also reminded her of Elena and Jeremy. She had never been away from home for more than two weeks and these past few months had been isolating and lonely.

What definitely sparked her attention however was when they began talking of Elena's necklace. She bit at her finger tips as she watched Stefan's dreadful attempt at behaving oblivious and the way Gloria's eyes darkened when she glanced toward him. y/n knew this would not end well. she was 100% certain that Klaus or Rebekah would figure out what was wrong and so she left with a head start.

She had Damon on the phone in minutes, bag packed and on the road.

"They know Elena's alive and by they i mean Klaus and his wacko sister, that's right another crazy original bloodsucker is coming to town! Get Elena, get Bonnie and get out!" she yelled down the phone as she drove way past the limit.

"woah woah woah, what? Y/n is this a joke? I'm not in town!" Damon whisper shouted back, clearly frustrated

"where the fuck are you?" she borderline growled

"I'm.... I'm with Katherine" he sighed, knowing the pissed off expression she would have on her face in that moment

"Well I'm in traffic! So get home, get Elena back ALIVE and then say goodbye to you dick because I'm gonna chop it off!" she screamed down the phone at him before abruptly ending the call and coming to a standstill as dozens of cars in front of her come to a halt. She clicked the radio on only to be told that a crash had happened a few miles ahead of her. Y/n smacked her head against the horn of her car and groaned loudly.

Klaus must've taken a diversion because she returned late into the night, Stefan was home with zero humanity and an angry blonde bitch. klaus was missing again and Elena was crying in her bed. Y/n laid with her until they both fell asleep.

The next morning Y/n, Elena, Jeremy, Caroline and Damon were piled into the Gilbert's kitchen. They figured out Tyler was sired/Y/n told them that it was obvious. Together they agreed that getting Mikael would be a good idea. Y/n didn't want him to kill Klaus, although it would have probably been the best thing for her. However she did want him to scare Klaus away at least for a while.

The problem was getting Rebekah to agree but Y/n already knew just the secret to spill to get her attention. It was pure luck that the creatures from 'the other side' were able to cross the barrier and that mason revealed the symbols. Y/n decided it would be better if Damon thought that Klaus killing his own mother was discovered by him instead of Y/n. And she thought it would be better if Elena spoke to Rebekah over herself. Y/n didn't really want to form any kind of relationship with the originals if they were going to be here any longer. Especially not Rebekah, she was too girly and obnoxious for Y/n.

So she let the plan fall out. She played her part, even let Caroline dress her up for homecoming just to make her happy. Afterall if Mikael did end up killing Klaus then Caroline would die too and Y/n would rather she went out on a high.

Everything was going fine, she even had a conversation with Mikael himself. He was rather impressed with her actually, he could recognise a vampire hunter within miles.

They then went to the gym, got redirected to the Tyler's, weird but whatever. And then Klaus made his appearance, reclaimed homecoming as a wake and effectively ruined everyone's night.

Y/n tried to cruise through the evening, keeping to herself and drinking shitty punch. She was pretty happy with just waiting until Katherine, posing as Elena pulled Y/n aside and let her in on what she and Stefan were gonna do. Well not everything they would do but that they planned to save Klaus because the hybrids would kill Damon. Y/n reluctantly agreed, much to Katherine's surprise if she were honest but she took the win.

Y/n then returned to the 'part' in annoyance and relief, that familiar confusion settling over her as she grabbed a real drink and stood to the side of the crowds.

Unfortunately for her, Klaus had spotted her and taken her loneliness as an invitation to approach her. and what was even more unfortunate was that Stefan was glaring straight at her, warning her not to fuck this up.

So she looked back to Klaus with an awkward smile. She knew her body was tense and she could feel her fingers twitch with the urge to defend herself. His power radiated like heat. She just knew Augustine would kill to have him in their facilities.

"Y/n, isn't it?" Klaus questioned knowingly.

"mhm" she mumbled, unsure how to behave.

"why are you all alone?" he asked, his eyes flicking up and down the length of her body, lingering on her cleavage without shame.

"I don't like people" she stated simply and he let out a chuckle.

"Ah I understand that" he smiled but she shifted a step away from him which he noticed but didn't comment on though his smile did drop, it was common for people to distance themselves from him. "you know things aren't going to end well tonight" he warned, his voice quiet but clear

"I'm aware" she mumbled, glancing to where Tyler was dragging an annoyed Caroline toward the house

"Then you should really make better decisions about who you side with, sweetheart. You're strong, and smart. I could tell that from the first time seeing you, it didn't take you 5 minutes to figure out that I wasn't Alaric" he murmured to her, his tone changing from threatening to proud though his face remained neutral.

She said nothing in response, she didn't know what he wanted her to do so she just stared back at him, watching his jaw clench and unclench as he watched and waited for her to come to some sort of answer. He knew that realistically he wouldn't received one but he hoped that she would be intelligent enough to at least take his words into consideration. Klaus liked her, he liked that she was observant and that she had the common sense that everyone else in the town didn't have, to stay out the way. If he were honest, he would have liked her to have been on his 'team', he imagined that she probably had a lot of untold knowledge just waiting to be put to use.

If he only knew the half of it.

Klaus was too buried in his thoughts to notice how Y/n's eyes focused on someone behind him, Damon, who mouthed that he needed 10 minutes before Mikael to get there and that Klaus needed to be occupied.

Y/n could have smacked him when she gave him a look as if to ask what to do and he acted out a dance scene. Her eyes flicked between Klaus and past his shoulder, and then just as Klaus let out a sigh and took a step back she cleared her throat and mentally stabbed herself

"Dance with me?" she offered, her hand very unwillingly lifting out for him to take. His brows shot up but he accepted with little hesitation.

She bit at her own tongue to keep her expressions at bay. Almost everything in her wanted to shove him off, stab him, stake him, behead him. She could feel the vervain syringe she had brought with her in the hidden pockets of her dress, she so desperately wanted to weaken him, kill him.

But no, instead she had a half vampire/half werewolf with his hand on her waist and the other holding her own. His werewolf side made his touch warm, almost like a human's. Slowly her hand went to his shoulder, lightly touching the expensive material of his suit jacket.

Her eyes found his awaiting blue ones, she didn't like how they seemed so deep, they reminded her of Damons. They were those obvious blue eyes, they could be beautiful some of the time and terrifying other times. They were the sort of eyes you could fall into, the kind you could swim in, the ones you would lose yourself in and never find a way out.

It was for that reason that she looked away from them and instead glanced around, taking in the music and the people. There were so many people, it didn't take a genius to guess that most of them were with Klaus, hybrids. She hoped this would be the last time she would touch him, be this close to him but deep down she knew better.

She could feel him pull her a little closer so that his cologne engulfed her, the scent was rich and her inhale for a second too long. She could sense Klaus's smirk in response but refused to acknowledge it. Hopefully someone would come get him soon.

Until then, however, she was to stay in the arms of the beast.

He wirled and twirled her around, doing whatever he could to entice a smile or a laugh from her. Klaus knew many dances from over the centuries, some slow and some fast. Some much more erotic than others and he took great pleasure and amusement in changing between them until a melodic laugh was buzzing through the air. His arms held her close as he brought them low and high, round and round. He spun her one last time before dipping her. Her breathing calmed and her laughs faded as she because aware of how his body pressed to hers, how his arms supported her and how close his face was to hers. The warm air from his mouth fanned over her face and the words she needed to say got trapped in her throat.

Thankfully a women cleared her throat which gained Klaus's attention.

"What is it, I'm busy?" he huffed as he lifted Y/n to stand by herself. He frowned when her touch left him and she moved away, a look of self disgust scrunching up her pretty face.

"Someone's here for you... he says his names Mikael" She told him, unbothered by his angry tone.

His demeanour changed in a second . That familiar coldness returning, it reminded Y/n of the vampires she'd seen with no humanity though it was a little different. She wasn't sure what was different about it but something was.

Either way she didn't like it.

And so by the time Klaus had turned around to apologise to Y/n for the interruption, she was out of sight. He sighed and shook his head before going to end his father.

Y/n proceeded to go sit in Katherine's car, turning the engine on and the radio as she waited for the inside to heat up. She was patiently waiting for the doppelgänger and Stefan to arrive and as soon as they were in the car, her foot was down and they were speeding into the night.

Ripper Stefan and Katherine Pierce were the two worst vampires for Y/n to be around. She wanted them dead, they deserved to die. She wished Klaus had died to his sireline went too. She really did...until she remembered that Elena would be broken. Family would always be more important than anything else.

So when Katherine and Stefan started talking about a way to get revenge on Klaus, she left. She went home and to bed so that she wasn't on 'the wrong side'.

Y/n didn't want to be on any of their sides. She didn't want to be in support of any supernaturals.

Which is why she hated to admit that she had some sort of weird friendship to Damon Salvatore who had been relentlessly teasing her on what he witnessed at the homecoming.

"Oh you should have seen them Elena, for a moment it was like I was in Spain watching salsa dancing and the next I was back in the 1800s" He laughed and Y/n lobbed a dart at him

"You wanted him distracted" she grumbled and he grinned while Elena rolled her eyes

"There's distracting and there's seducing" Damon chuckled

"Hey! He started the whole-"

"The whole what love?" Klaus's voice sounded from behind the trio. It was cold and sharp like the icy wind of the winter. He didn't appreciate being played with let alone mocked, especially when she had asked him too dance. Whether it were apart of a plan or not, she could have done something else for his attention. Throwing a drink on his would have taken him a good few minutes to rage about before changing his outfit but she chose a dance.

"Nothing" she answered, standing and walking away from them all, over to the farthest point of the bar so that she couldn't here what they were saying. 'No involvement' she would warm herself.

She knew they were talking about Stefan from the defensive stances the pair were taking but she didn't want to know why, not even for a second.

And she hoped and hoped that Klaus would just leave after his little threats but of course he had to hover.

A drink was placed infront of her and a hand spun her round on the bar stool forcing her to face the beast once again. "Afternoon sweetheart, lovely to see you again after our little moment. You could even call it a date" the sarcasm was clear but the words alone made her nose wrinkle up.

"I'd prefer you didn't" she mumbled and he hummed

"well I'd prefer a lot of things so I suppose we're all unhappy. Now, where's Stefan hm? I know you had something to do with last night, I witnessed you talking suspiciously quietly with Katerina." He placed a threatening hand on her upper arm and both Damon and Elena stood from their places, worry on their faces as they saw a darkness swirl inside Y/n's eyes. "Where is Stefan, and where had he put my family?"

Y/n let out a laugh, she couldn't help it.

"He took the originals?" she questioned, covering her mouth as hiccups of laughter threatened to escape. Damon headed over fast, muttering to Elena to get it the car. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and let out a nervous chuckle, looking to Y/n with wide eyes but she couldn't stop giggling.

"She's just...going through something right now" He smiled fakely and pulled her out of her seat, holding his own hand over her mouth making her shove him off out of reflex, her voice aggressive as she began to yell

"Get the fuck off you filthy-" she cut herself off when she noticed multiple people staring at her with surprised expressions. Damon simply chuckled and grabbed her elbow, pulling her toward the door

"don't hit me" he whispered quietly as he pushed her through the door and toward the car.

Klaus watched the two in confusion and interest. He certainly hadn't expected her to switch up so fast and he definitely wanted to know what the end of her insult was supposed to be.

His curiosity grew when he went to the Salvatore's to try and see if maybe Stefan was there only to find Damon and Y/n with a supernatural board, pictures and names written with strings running from the to different information.

"God if you and your fucked up brother just pissed off instead of following Elena around like the hungry mosquitoes you are then everything would be sunshine and daisies" Y/n complained and Damon rolled his eyes as he linked Stefan to the originals via some red wool.

"What and you would have carried on hunting and slaughtering vampires while Jeremy, Elena and Jenna would obliviously move on with their lives and eventually Elena would have settled down with good ol' Matt Donovon?" he mocked and Klaus's brows furrowed.

"Sounds better than my life right now" she mumbled and Damon rolled his eyes

"Surely this is every crazy vampire hunters dream?" he questioned "cmon think about it, you're surrounded by the oldest vampires, a famous ripper, hybrids and best of all...you got me?" he grinned and she groaned, dropping onto the couch.

"I know and it just makes me feel murderous all the time" she whined "and gross and contaminated" she gagged and he dramatically huffed.

"Come on, you can attack me" he offered with a playful glint and she let out a mocking 'ha ha'. "hey no come on, how about you get to stab me a few times and I get a shot of your blood?"

"Damon?"

"yes?"

"I would rather rip my own heart out then let a soulless , leech anywhere near my blood" she sneered and he laughed with a clap.

"How did it take me so long to realise you undying hatred for what was it?-my kind?" he raised his brows and she glared at him

"These past few months have done nothing but confirm my every belief. You and everyone like you are monsters" she whispered, enjoying how his expression faltered "unsavable, unloveable-"

"shut up" he uttered, veins appearing under his eyes making her lips curve up

"see? you can't even control yourself"

"says the girl who nearly lost it in the middle of the grill" he quipped before walking out and leaving her alone.

Klaus's mind was spinning with new knowledge. It made sense to him but he still wasn't exactly expecting it. Either way, he would find a way to put this to his advantage.

(Okay I'm going to make this part one and then from here Klaus and Y/n will have more time together and start to fall for one-another. I know this is a little different to my usual stories as I never usually give so much build up/back story but I had a lot of ideas and wanted to share those with you. So thanks for reading and I hope you loo forward to the next part/parts)

[joshsindigostreak]

I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Six

“Daddy’s little psycho and Mommy’s little soldier.”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: I am SO FUCKING SORRY for dragging this out as long as I have. Life has been crazy and work has been nonstop. However, I do hope y'all like this latest chapter, or as I like to call it, the smut before the storm.

Word Count: 8445

Warnings: SMUT, COMPLETELY NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral m!receiving, thigh riding, unprotected penetrative sex (she's a vampire but wrap it up IRL y'all), swearing, allusions to violence, creepy flashbacks, blood mentions.

Jake was a light sleeper, and his mother would often tell people she could never put him down without him waking up as soon as her hands left his swaddled form, the only solution was to put him directly next to his twin, who slept like a log most of the time. Even as they got older if they sat next to each other too long on the couch they’d be out cold within a few minutes. And in any other scenario, just being in the same apartment as Josh would’ve had him out like a light, but still sleep evaded him. He knew he needed to get some form of shut-eye, but every creak or noise in the room had his eyes flying open, ready to jump up in case that…creature tried anything stupid. 

That was the other thing that had his mind racing, the fact that a Vampire was sleeping soundly next to his brother of all people, and the fact that he saw with his own eyes that same brother cuddle up and spoon the fucking thing. The conversation the twins shared outside ran through his mind…

Jake stomped down the stairs of Josh’s building, not ready to even talk to him, yet having a million things to say at the same time. His mind was reeling over what he had just witnessed, and no amount of rationalization could wrap his head around it. 

“Jake just listen-,” Josh started as they exited the front door of the building and down the steps.

“If this is where you give me the ‘she’s different’ speech, I don’t want to hear it.” 

Josh rolled his eyes, “well she is.” 

Jake spun around to face him, “I just can’t believe you’re the one who got soft over one of them. After all we’ve been through? What we’ve seen? They threatened to kidnap Sammy and turn him when he was four, Josh.” 

Josh crossed his arms and squared his shoulders, “I know that.” 

“And yet here you are, holding hands with one, letting her walk around in your, no my, clothes. This job was supposed to be so simple, that’s why Dad let you go alone for it. All you had to do was come here, figure out which Vampire was being reckless, exterminate it, and come back home. That was it. But instead you get this little apartment, take absolutely way too long on what should’ve been a week-long job tops, and now you’re sleeping with quite literally the fucking enemy and you want me to be more understanding? The last time we spoke she was your lead suspect! I just-,” as Jake argued, he stared at his brother long enough to notice some blood on Josh’s neck. It wasn’t a lot, but it was dry and flaked on his skin, letting him know it had been there for awhile. 

Exhaling sharply through his nose he said in a low tone, “is that blood hers…or yours…” Josh sighed and closed his eyes for a second, which answered Jake's question for him, “Jesus Christ…she fed on you? What the fuck, man?” 

“It’s not what you think.” 

Jake’s eyes went wide and he hung his head forward in disbelief, “the fuck do you mean ‘its not what you think’?! Who even are you anymore?” 

“Listen, it wasn’t a planned thing. And for your information, she’s no longer my lead anymore.”

Jake mockingly breathed a sigh of relief, “oh well that’s good, I’m so glad you’re cracking the case with your-” 

Josh couldn’t take it anymore, and backed Jake across the sidewalk and against the door of his car, “do I have to bring up Cecilia again to point out how hypocritical you’re being right now? 

Jake stared at Josh, and watched his nostrils flare as he huffed in his face. If someone had told him weeks ago that he’d be having this conversation with him, he’d tell them they need to lay off the drugs and to get the fuck out of his face. “I just…I don’t get it,” he said softly. 

Josh adjusted his grip on his shoulders, “it’s not your job to ‘get it’.”

Jake relaxed against the car, not wanting to fight anymore, “but I always get it…with you? We always understand each other, but this…I don’t understand this at all.” 

Josh’s eyes softened at his twin, letting his words wash over him. He was right, that they never questioned each other over anything because they just understood each other automatically. Their parents always wrote it off as being a ‘twin thing’ and would tell them it was a strength of theirs that other people didn’t have. On the outside it was an asset, but to them personally it was just something automatic like breathing. 

“You’re just going to have to trust me. And maybe…maybe try to get to know her at least.”

Jake tilted his head, “you want me to get to know her?”

Josh rolled his eyes again, “or at least stop being a fucking dick. I know you don’t want to hear this, but she is different, Jake. I know it's hard, and it took me a lot longer than you think it did to see it, but she is.”

Jake relented, “if she tries anything…or even looks at you funny, I will not hesitate to put her down, and you’re just going to have to get over that.”

Jake’s arm around CiCi tightened as he blinked and pushed the memory away, not wanting to get pissed all over again. His eyelids were finally growing heavy, and he used what was left of his energy to relax enough so that sleep could creep up on him and take over.

~!~

Hours later, when the sun had stepped aside for the moon, you were growing restless in Josh’s arms. Memories were bleeding into your dreams, letting their foul existence contaminate your slumber. 

You found yourself back in the house you grew up in, sitting next to the Vampire who would become your Maker. On the floor before you, were the bodies of the rest of the occupants of the house. Various servants and the Lady of the house, bleeding out onto the floor. He had saved you for last. Ever since he had entered the door that night he had his eye on you. 

His teeth were buried in your wrist, lapping and slurping up your blood like a starved animal. It was messy, dripping over his hands and onto the expensive couch you sat upon. The pain had you wincing hard, but you dared not make a sound, terrified of what he would do if you did. 

He moaned against your wrist before popping off and staring at you with a mouth full of blood, “You won’t understand this…but your blood tastes like cherries…”

The way he looked at you and talked to you had your stomach in knots, “how,” you squeaked out.

“It's so difficult to describe to humans…but your blood is so sweet, little one. Sweet like cherries…ma chérie…,” he chuckled at his pun, before drawing a bloody finger to your cheek and staining your skin, “ma chérie…ma chérie…ma chér-”

You woke up with a jolt, panicking when you couldn’t immediately sit up due to the arms wrapped around your middle. Blindly you fought to pry the arm away from you, not awake enough to realize just who you were in bed with and where you were. 

Your frantic movements and gasps woke Josh up instantly, and he sat up enough to look at you fully, “Hey…hey it's alright, what's wrong?” 

His voice broke through the fog in your head, and you looked around to get your bearings. You were with Josh, in his little apartment, and it was night time finally. You were with Josh. You were safe. A warm hand reached up to cup your face, turning you towards him. The tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall made his brows knit together in worry. One slowly rolled down your face, his thumb catching it and rubbing it away. 

You sniffed, trying to compose yourself. It was just a stupid dream; your subconscious taking you back to that time after you had talked about it earlier. Nothing more, nothing-

“Bad dream?”

You looked away, for once unable to meet those brown eyes. He continued to hold your face, not letting you physically turn away from him. 

“It's nothing…”

“It’s not nothing if you’re this upset by it.”

“We all have bad dreams, Boy Scout,” you recalled the nightmare he had the other night, and how he also didn’t want to talk about what he saw. 

He understood what you were implying, and nodded, “I get that, but-”

Across the apartment, Jake had also woken up because of your outburst, and he carefully sat up on the air mattress to look at the commotion. He silently watched his brother comfort you, and the way you melted back into his arms had him rolling his eyes. The way Josh spoke to you was a way Jake wasn’t used to hearing. He kept trying to convince himself that this was all part of some 4D chess move of yours, but the fact that Josh was literally unable to be Persuaded by you only added to Jake’s confusion. 

Josh had gotten you to settle back down into bed, laying on your sides and facing each other. His hand was still holding your cheek, keeping you close. The tears had dried, and you had calmed down a little, no longer worried you were still in that house with your Maker. 

Your fingers were wrapped around the wrist of the hand on your face, “safe to say the sun is down…,” you whispered. 

“I guess so…”

Neither one of you wanted to leave the little bubble you had created, but you needed to go home, back to your own place. With a resigned sigh you say, “I should probably get going…

Josh shook his head, “you don’t have to.”

“Your brother would beg to differ,” Josh scoffed softly at the reminder, “plus I miss my own shower.” 

“At least let me drive you home,” he offered.

“You don’t have-,” a thumb slid across your jaw and landed on your lips, silencing you.

“No, I think I do,” he said simply. 

Back on the air mattress, Jake had had enough ‘rest’ and rather obnoxiously got up making as much noise as he could. His Witch rolled over to look at him, throwing him an exasperated look, harshly whispering his name. Jake paid her no mind as he loudly rifled through his bag, appearing to ‘organize’ his belongings, and set a few things on the coffee table. The light clatter of stakes landing on the surface sent an obvious message. 

Josh sat up to see what his twin was doing, and immediately rolled his eyes at the little display Jake was making. He looked over at you, giving you a sympathetic look before slipping out of bed and walking towards Jake.

“What are you doing?”

Jake looked up at Josh and raised his eyebrows, “making myself at home?”

“Well, while you’re doing that, I’m going to take her home,” he said pointing his head towards you over his shoulder. 

At this, Jake shot up to his full height and stepped closer to Josh, “you’re not seriously letting her take you back to her lair are you?”

You came up behind Josh with your things in your hands and nearly burst out laughing at Jake’s word choice, “my lair? Oh god I haven’t heard that one in nearly two decades. Jesus Christ, its a condo, Kiszka. I pay way too much for the HOA and everything.” 

Josh eyed you curiously, “really?”

You sighed, “honestly I need to move but it's such a hassle and it was the only decent place available when I came back.”

He nodded in agreement, “that makes sense-”

Jake rubbed his face with his hand before interrupting, “ENOUGH, you’re not going with her.” 

Your hunter slowly turned his head towards his twin, expression hardening and brows knitting together, “and who are you to make that decision?” The younger twin looked like he had been slapped while trying to form a rebuttal, but Josh seized on his silence, “that's what I thought.” With that, he turned to grab his keys from the spot on the floor they had landed the previous night. 

“What are we supposed to do, in the meantime,” Jake complained. CiCi was standing now, and reached out to touch Jake's arm. 

Josh huffed, “I don’t know…maybe take your girlfriend out on a date or something? She deserves it for putting up with you.” He shifted past Jake, stepping into the same shoes he had on outside, and turning around to check on you. While he and Jake bickered you had slipped on your heels from the night before, and the combination of your heels and his clothes (screw whatever Jake said, it hadn’t been his shirt in years) made his heart stutter for multiple reasons. 

As you maneuvered around Jake, you looked over at CiCi and gave a small smile, “it was nice meeting you,” 

CiCi nodded, “nice meeting you too.” 

Rather pointedly, you ignored Jake and exited through the door as Josh held it open for you. 

“Don’t wait up,” was all Josh said before he firmly shut the door behind him and followed you down the stairs. 

Thankfully, none of Josh’s neighbors were out of their respective apartments and the journey down to the ground floor was uneventful. You followed him down to the sidewalk where he turned to the right and went down a few cars before stopping at a white Jeep, hitting the keyfob along the way to unlock it. It definitely screamed something that Josh would drive. Without a word he opened the door for you, and held out his hand for you to take to help you get in, a gesture that made you smile. As you settled in your seat Josh shut the door and nearly sprinted around the back to get to the drivers side. 

It didn’t hit you until after he had silently handed you his phone to put in your address and he secured it to his dash mount how…normal it felt. This inner voice of your brain wanted to complain about how cliche it all was, but you tried not to listen to it. 

It took four blocks for Josh’s hand to slowly migrate from the gear shift to the top of your thigh. The warmth of his hand nearly startled you, and you looked down at the source and the feeling of normalcy struck you again. The silence that filled the Jeep wasn’t awkward or stilted. It was…comfortable. You hadn’t felt this in a long time. Well, you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel this in a long time. There were close calls, trysts from decades ago that still felt fresh at times, all ending in the same tired ways. 

Josh’s thumb was absently rubbing circles into your skin when he spoke, “I have a question…” 

You were snapped out of your thoughts, “yeah?”

“Garlic doesn’t hurt your kin-, you, does it?”

A giggle threatened to escape your mouth as you formed your answer, “no…garlic doesn’t do anything to us. Didn’t they teach you that at ‘Vampire-Hunter-Boy-Scout-Camp?’” 

His hand flexed slightly against your thigh, and he rolled his eyes slightly, “I mean…my parents taught me things but the garlic thing was never mentioned specifically either way…”

You sensed an opportunity and turned towards him slightly as his Jeep rolled to a stop at a redlight, “lets play a game.” 

He eyed you with a deadpan expression, “a game?���

“True or false,” your mouth twisting into its typical grin. 

He sighed as the light turned green and he pressed the gas pedal, “and what am I supposed to be asking about?” 

“You tell me whatever idiotic Vampire rumor you were taught, and I’ll tell you if it's true or false!”

Another sigh left his mouth, and he flipped through the different bits of Vampire information he had stored in his brain, “ok…you can eat human food?”

“True and false.” 

He looked at you slightly exasperated, “what do you mean?” 

“I mean…we could technically eat it…but it has no nutritional value and doesn’t taste like anything to us. It's like chewing on the color gray. When I was freshly turned I tried eating a muffin and nearly spit it out on the floor.”

“Do you miss human food?” 

“False. I mean…the era of when I was turned wasn’t exactly the height of cuisine…but sometimes I miss how good fresh bread smelled…or pies on the window sill. But honestly blood is so much better. There’s just something about it that human food doesn’t have.”

Josh tried to wrap his head around that, but couldn’t, “so you’ve never eaten pizza?”

“...True…it looks like it would be good from a human's point of view but I’m ok with an AB Positive,” you quietly braced yourself, hoping he wouldn’t be grossed out by your preferences.

But the disgust never came, instead Josh asked another question, “Vampires can’t be born…can they?”

You stared at him for a second, “true…no more babies once you’re turned.” The way your voice went soft at your answer was completely unintentional. Kids weren’t something you thought about, or dreamed about. They were a fleeting thought when you were a girl, but kids brought back memories you didn’t want to relive. You didn’t hate them, it wasn’t their fault, but you just hated being reminded of certain events…or certain people. 

Josh’s brows were furrowed as he formed his next question, but your game was interrupted by his phone’s GPS announcing, “you have arrived at your destination.”

You looked up and saw your familiar building, a 10-story high-rise that had fallen victim to the house-flipper crowd. What was once a charming and cozy building now reeked of ‘seller-friendly curb appeal.’

Josh stared up at the structure as he parked the Jeep and you answered his thoughts for him, “don’t worry Boy Scout, we have elevators here.” He turned to give you a look, another question floating through his brain, “yes you can come up…it's only fair I show you my place…” 

He smiled as you flung off your seatbelt and hopped out of the vehicle, practically bouncing in your heels on the pavement. As he joined you on the sidewalk, you slid your hand into his and led him into the front entrance of your building.

“I wish you could’ve seen the building when it was new. It had the sweetest door man and everything,” you mused as the two of you walked into the lobby of your building. The current decor was “nice” if you considered 2011 the peak of interior design. You often considered Persuading the building manager into getting the building restored to its original glory, but you figured you wouldn’t be here long enough to get too involved. 

Bee-lining for the elevator, your hand still gripped his as you hit the button with your free hand to call it down. Within seconds the elevator dinged and slid open its doors, and you thanked whatever beings were out there that it was empty. You hadn’t brought anyone ‘home’ in quite some time and it would be a lie to say you weren’t practically giddy at the idea of bringing Josh up to see it. Once inside you reached for the panel to select ‘8’ for your floor. 

Turning to your hunter you said, “not a penthouse like yours,” and playfully bumped his shoulder. 

Josh however couldn’t take it anymore and took full advantage of the solitude and took your face into his and slowly backed you up against the wall before slamming his lips onto yours. You melted into the kiss, glad to be even closer to him again. As his tongue gained entrance into your mouth,you felt one of his hands reach down to grip your thigh and hook it over his hip, allowing him to grind into you. The clothes from the night before that you clutched in your one hand threatened to fall as you wrapped your arms around him. Josh’s teeth sunk into your bottom lip, and the gap between the front two captured the smallest sliver of skin. You moaned against his mouth, and he broke away with a sigh before tilting his head and nipping at your jawbone and leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck. 

You started to lift your other leg to secure it around Josh’s waist when the elevator dinged and came to a stop. Paying it no mind, you rolled your head to the side to give Josh better access to your neck. It wasn’t until you heard someone clear their throat rather loudly did you open your eyes to find one of your neighbors standing at the open elevator. It was that unbearable woman down the hall, who had a habit of watching everyone on her floor. Josh looked up as well and slowly dropped your leg from around his hip, but he stayed just as close to you. 

“Hi, Nancy…,” you said with an eye roll before taking Josh’s hand and leading him out of the elevator. Josh and Nancy briefly made eye contact as he walked past her and she looked down her nose at him as her upper lip scrunched up as if she was smelling something bad. “Don’t mind her, she’s just a snotty bitch,” you called out behind you as the elevator doors shut. 

Josh whipped his head towards you and said in a deadpan voice, “she seemed nice. Is she always like that?”

“Sometimes she’s worse, unfortunately,” you laughed as he matched your stride. Flashing a smile at him you rounded the corner and went straight for the door at the end of the hall. You stopped to fish your keys out of your tiny clutch from the night before and unlocked your door with ease. Before you twisted the handle to reveal your home, you looked at Josh over your shoulder, intentionally drawing out the moment a little longer for dramatic effect. Finally, you slowly opened the door to your place, giving Josh the nod that he could follow you inside. 

Josh followed you over the threshold, making sure to shut the door behind him before looking around at the apartment. Immediately to his left was a small side table, where you dropped your keys in a glass dish. 

You continued down the small hallway, your heels clicking against the dark hardwood floors before turning around and throwing your hands out and saying, “home sweet home.” 

The small hallway opened up into two different rooms on either side, the one on the right being what appeared to be your living room, complete with an expensive-looking couch and dark blue Tiffany lamps on both end tables on either side. A lone, empty wine glass sat under one of the lamps. What in any other situation would have been some dark red wine dried at the bottom of the glass, he figured it was probably blood. Josh quickly noted the magazines you had strewn on the antique coffee table in front of the couch, along with a few unlit candles. You had a definite stack of different issues, a few National Geographics, some Vogues, a random Cosmo, and what he thought were a couple of Architectural Digests sitting off to the side, with pages clearly dog-earred for later. 

“Sorry about the mess…wasn’t exactly planning on having company over,” you apologized with a smirk. Josh almost called you crazy for thinking your apartment was messy, because it most certainly wasn’t. It looked…lived in…but it wasn’t messy. He had seen his fair share of Nests, and most of them were so bare-bones given the migratory nature of Vampires. As a species they didn’t tend to stick around one place too long. Even the solitary Vamps he had dealt with didn’t have ideal lodging situations. But it was clear you didn’t want to have just a crash pad between feedings…you wanted a cozy place to come home to. 

Opposite the living room was the kitchen. The lighting was very dim as you didn’t bother turning on any lights in that room. The normal appliances sat in there, but looked clean and unused. Josh recalled your earlier conversation on Vampires and human food. You probably didn’t have much use for it at all in the grand scheme of things. Beyond these two rooms were two more doors on either side of the central hallway, and a singular door at the very end. Even without seeing what was behind all three doors, Josh knew your apartment dwarfed his little attic studio significantly. 

You pushed open the door on the left, dramatically gesturing with a smile, “door number one is the guest bathroom…” Crossing the hallway you opened the opposite door, “and door number two is supposed to be a guest room but…I turned it into a library of sorts.” 

Josh stopped in his tracks and peaked his head into the room. You had bookcases lining the walls, full of tomes of various sizes and bindings. A lot of them were antiques in the current year, but he wondered if you had collected most of them when they were new, and had just held onto them all these years. Trinkets dotted all along the shelves in front of the books, and he wondered what the story was behind all of them. The fact that you were 350 this year struck him again, and he got even more curious about your life before now. He noticed a big squishy chair situated by the one window in the room, with another Tiffany floor lamp, this time dark green, behind it. The image of you curled up in that chair, reading whatever you desired made the corners of his mouth rise up into a smile. 

He turned to look at you, and saw you leaning against the doorframe reaching down to take your heels off. Wasting no time, he knelt in front of you and in a slightly clumsy yet endearing way, took your heeled foot out of your hands and slid your shoe off for you. Your hands rested on his shoulders during this to keep your balance, and you gently raised your other foot for him to repeat the process. Josh set both of your shoes behind him, and slowly looked up at you from his kneeling position. He wasn’t sure where the compulsion to never let you take off your own shoes came from, but it felt natural to him. 

You looked down at his big brown eyes, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in your chest at his actions, which were quickly becoming a habit of his. Your hand reached out and cupped his cheek, and he fully leaned into it, nearly nuzzling your palm. He rose up from his feet to his full height and pressed you against the door frame, lightly brushing his lips on yours. 

“I haven’t even shown you the best room…,” you murmured, “come on.” You took his hand again and pulled him down to the end of the hallway where the final door was. This time you pushed open the door with little fanfare and you breathed a sigh of relief as you walked into your room.

Josh didn’t need to be told what room this was, the light purple walls clued him in immediately. In fact, most of the room was decked out in various shades of purple. From the doorway he could see directly out to a pair of French doors that led out to a small balcony, and through the gauzy curtains he could make out a table and a set of chairs outside. The most interesting feature was to the right of the room, where what looked like a giant arched opening in the wall was carved out to house a queen sized bed inside. The bedding was dark purple, and the duvet was pulled back enough that he noticed you had purple satin sheets to match. Thick curtains were fixed on the backside of the arch, only pulled about a quarter of the way across. 

You turned around and saw him staring and remarked, “not exactly a coffin…but with the curtains drawn it's pretty close.” 

“I wasn’t…that's not what-,” he stammered while his cheeks tinged pink.

You walked over to the bed after dropping your clothes in a small hamper and flicked on the two wall sconces that were attached to the wall inside the nook, illuminating the small space so that Josh could get a better look. There were a couple shelves above where your head would be, more trinkets and a few crystals lined the surface. But it was at the foot of the bed, hidden slightly behind the curtains, was the shirt he had given her the day before. You didn’t pay it any mind as your hand landed on the curtains and said, “blackout curtains. Not a shred of light can get through these.” 

Josh smiled and turned to the other half of the room, where he saw a desk littered with various makeup supplies, a couple books, and a journal with a pen resting on top. Also on that wall were two other doors, he assumed one was an ensuite and the other a closet. He took a few steps around the room, taking it all in while you observed him from your bed.

“You have a beautiful place,” he said softly. 

“It works for now,” you shrugged.

He nodded, understanding. His current place wasn’t ideal either, in all actuality it was a far cry from what he grew up with, but it was home for now. Inching his way over to your table, he looked down at the journal resting on the surface. He turned back at you, a cheeky smile slowly forming on his face, “you have a diary…a Vampire…diary…”

You fought every muscle in your face to not smile, you didn’t want to encourage him, but you faced and exhaled a little laugh, “yes…full of all of my Vampire secrets and night-to-night drama.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, “anything about…?”

You swayed your hips as you walked towards him, “about a very annoying hunter who wouldn’t mind his own business and tried to capture me with silver handcuffs?” Your arms looped around his neck and his hands settled on your hips, squeezing slightly.

 

His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at you, “...was this annoying hunter handsome at least?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “for a hunter he was alright…” 

Josh feigned offense, “just alright?” 

“Yes, for a wannabe Boy Scout he was decent,” you leaned forward and nipped at his chin. What he didn’t know was that you talked at length about him in your diary. He didn’t know your thought process flowed from how he annoyed you that first night, how irritating he was, how arrogant, how smart ass, to your reluctant alliance and the first night at the Den, to how worried you were when Dimitri almost went too far, to how maybe “Boy Scout” wasn’t that bad, to where you left off just as you were getting ready for your second night at the Den, before everything changed. He didn’t know about how you spent a few pages describing the worry that was etched on his face the whole time he got you back to his apartment that morning, how his eyes would not leave your disfigured feet, or how you almost passed out from the pain as he ran those final blocks to his building, or how it was his own racing heart that you focused on to stay conscious. Maybe you’d tell him eventually, but right now you just wanted to focus on the present. How you had a beautiful man in your room all to yourself, with zero chances of being interrupted by ignorant twin brothers. 

He pulled you close and secured his lips to yours, and for the first time you two shared a truly slow and lazy kiss, in no rush to do anything or be anywhere else. 

Pulling away slightly, you sighed against his lips, “I don’t want to cut this short…but I really need to shower…” A slight pout started to form on Josh’s face, “but thankfully…I have a real shower and there’s plenty of room for two people…” 

“Lead the way, sweetheart…”

You flashed a grin before skirting around him and bounded for the door behind him on the right. The bathroom was easily eight times the size of his dinky bathroom in the attic, with a gorgeous clawfoot tub at the far end of the room, and a standing shower in the corner next to it. You flung open the glass door to your shower, turning on the water and letting the warm spray and steam fill the room. You felt Josh follow behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, playfully lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. Laughter echoed in the room until it was silenced by his lips crashing into yours. The few pieces of clothing you both had on were shed in a blur, and the next thing you knew you were being backed into the shower, the lips of your hunter attached to yours. The cold tile caught you off guard and you hissed against his mouth at the temperature difference. 

Josh’s hands were everywhere, roaming your body as if he was afraid you’d disappear. Your hands were tangled in his hair, reveling in the fact you had him all to yourself. The way his hands were squeezing and grabbing anything he could reach on you felt incredible, and the evidence that he was feeling just as good was pressed up against your stomach. You felt it twitch as you scraped his scalp with your fingernails and lightly tugged on his hair. 

Smiling against his mouth you pushed him back to the other wall, and looked him in the eyes as you dropped to your knees.  His eyes were so dark, pupils blown as he looked down at you. The hot water sprayed against your back, wetting most of your hair as it spread out over your shoulders. He reached down and tucked some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face. Gently you took his cock in your hand, and he rolled his head back against the wall at your touch. You pumped him a couple times before looking up at his frazzled state and smiling. You were able to see him so much better here in the shower than in his dimly lit apartment, so you got to see details you missed the night before. The way his jaw was slack as you squeezed him, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly as you quickened your pace, and the soft sounds he was beginning to make because of you. Leaning forward you gave the tip of his cock a playful kiss, before fully taking the tip into your mouth. 

“Ah, fuck…,” escaped his lips and met your ears as you did so, his shoulders visibly relaxing as you moved further down on him. He was practically mewling as your tongue made patterns around and on the underside of his cock, cheeks hollowing out you pulled back giving him the perfect amount of pressure before diving back down. Your hands were settled on his thighs at this point, squeezing his tensing muscles and digging your fingernails into his skin for extra sensation. Josh’s hands had a firm grip on your hair, as if he was holding on for dear life. He tried to keep his head clear so he didn’t embarrass himself with how quickly his high was approaching him, but you were making that difficult as you reached up to cup his balls and roll them softly in your hand. He wanted this to last, and that wasn’t going to happen with the rate you were going and how fast your head was bobbing up and down on him. Gently but firmly he tried to pull you off of him, to get you back on your feet so he could give you some attention but you weren’t having it. Without missing a beat you reached up to take his hands from your hair and planted his hands on the shower wall. Your Vampire strength came in handy as he pushed against you, but he relented as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, mouth full of his cock. Your name echoed in the air as you went back to work on him, along with a string of more curses. He was close, and you practically smiled around him when you could tell he was feeling good from what you were doing to him. You relaxed your throat and went all the way down, letting the tip reach down into your throat while the curls at the base of his cock were simultaneously pressing against your nose. At this point he was thrusting into your mouth on his own, trying to keep up with the rhythm you had set. 

“Shit-, fuck, oh go-,” he sputtered out, opening his eyes to look down at you once more, not wanting to miss a second of this. You looked up at him one last time and his high hit him like a train, with a sound that started out like a loud groan but fizzled out into a high pitched whine filled the shower.. He spilled down your throat, and you gladly swallowed everything he gave you. As the last few drops hit your tongue, you slowly pulled off of him with a pop. The sensitivity was already setting in for him, but you couldn’t help yourself but to give the tip a firm kiss as he softened which caused his hips to jerk and soft squeak to leave his throat. 

Letting go of his hands against the wall you let him help you stand. Before you could get your bearings you found yourself pressed against the shower wall, Josh’s chest heaving against yours as he gave you one of the most possessive and passionate kisses you shared so far. Your mouth instantly fell open granting him access and he wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth. He didn’t care if he could taste himself on your tongue, in fact knowing it was him spurred him on even more. Your hands found their home in his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls while your thumbs stroked the shaved sides of his head. The steam was filling up the shower and fogging up the glass. As you made out and moaned into each other's mouths, his hands kneaded the outside of your thighs. His right foot slipped between your feet and he nudged his thigh between your legs. Even with the heat from the shower, you could feel the warmth of the sigil radiating from his skin. 

You let out a gasp when his fingers crept around the back of your thighs and he pulled you up higher on his thigh, planting your core directly on top of the sigil. The combination of his searing kisses and the pressure from his thigh between yours had you biting down on his bottom lip, whimpering. Even with his lip trapped between your teeth you could feel his muscles spread into a smug smile. You began rocking back and forth against his thigh, while his hands helped guide your movements. He peppered kisses all along your face and your neck, working his way down before bending his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, causing you to nearly hit your head on the wall as you cried out. 

You sped up your movements as his tongue swirled around the sensitive skin, you were so wet you easily slid back and forth on his thigh. With a pop he let go of your nipple, and he moved to the other to give it the same treatment. In the midst of this, you felt his thumb reach over and just barely graze your clit. He held it there, just barely out of reach, causing you to jerk forward even harder to get any pressure from it. 

You were almost starting to get frustrated when you felt him chuckle slightly, and he let go of you to move up and whisper in your ear, “what is it? Need something?” 

The cocky tone in his voice caused you to shoot your eyes open, glaring at him, “you little shit…”

He kissed the hinge of your jaw and grazed his tongue along the shell of your ear, “you and I both know that is the wrong adjective to use, sweetheart.”

Before you could protest or make a sarcastic reply his thumb surged forward and gave you the pressure you needed, expertly rolling figure-8’s around you. Your movements faltered from the sudden burst of pleasure, and you could feel the coil within you begin to tighten. Your arms loosely looped around his neck for balance, and Josh leaned his forehead against yours. His free hand was gripping your ass so tightly as you moved that if you had been human there would’ve been bruises in his wake. 

He asked softly, “is that what you needed? Hmm?” 

All you could do at this point was nod with your high barreling towards you. There was no sense of rhythm now, just sloppy movements and gasps for breath. His thumb moved even faster against you, wanting you to come just as much as you did. He looked down to watch you move, slack jawed at how desperate you were to reach your high; how desperate you were for him. 

“Let go for me, baby…,” was all he whispered before you were shuddering against him. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as you rode out your high. He kept up his movements even when it became too sensitive, giving you a little payback from earlier before retreating his hand and letting it rest on your hip. 

You began to catch your breath, and you started to disengage from your hunter, figuring the human was spent after your little escapade. You were wrong, so wrong. He sensed you trying to move away and confidently slid his hand up to your jaw, turning your head from the side to face him.

“Do you really think I’m done with you?” 

“I-”

He surged forward, pressing his hard cock against your stomach, showing you he was far from ready for this to be over. 

You smirked at him, “ok, Boy Scout…show me.” 

He grinned at you and spread your legs even farther to slot himself in between yours. With a small jump he had your back up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. He captured your lips before rearing back and plunging into you. A horse growl rose up from his throat as he felt your slick walls squeezed around him. You were so tight, so warm, if he hadn’t already come just a few minutes ago he would’ve been dangerously close to coming again. His pace was rough, and a lot faster than your previous time together. He still checked on you though, watching your face for any hint of discomfort, but those hints never came. 

“Harder…,” you huffed out.

Not needing to be told twice, he adjusted the grip on your ass and slammed back into you, bottoming out completely. You cried out his name, loving that he listened and understood exactly what you wanted. His bruising pace never faltered, and once more, you felt his hand reach between the two of you to start rolling your clit between his fingers. You sucked in some air between your teeth, still slightly sensitive from your first orgasm but the feeling only added to your pleasure. 

Josh rested his head against your shoulder, murmuring into your skin, “need you to come again…need to feel it…” 

You turned your face towards him to brush your lips against the shaved side, you darted out your tongue to catch a bead of sweat, feeling the stubble. 

This caused him to whine out, “please…”

Clamping down around him again, you felt every ridge of his drag along your walls. The combination of the swollen head of his cock rutting against your g-spot, and his fingers squeezing and rolling your clit had your second orgasm start to form at the base of your spine. He bit down on your shoulder, and another growl erupted from his throat. The edges of your vision started to blur as you chased your orgasm.

With one final hard pinch to your clit, your orgasm crashed into you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body like lightning crackling across the sky. You screamed out at the intensity, not giving a shit if your neighbors heard you. 

Josh couldn’t hold on anymore and as you shuddered against him a second time his own high rolled through his body, and with a shout he slammed inside you one last time before completely emptying himself. 

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, both of you out of breath. The blood finally started to return to his brain and he lifted his head up to look at you, memorizing your blissed out expression. He couldn’t get over how fucking beautiful you looked right now, cheeks flushed, eyes closed, sweaty hair matted against your scalp. 

His Vampire, spent and exhausted. 

Carefully, he pulled out of you and gently lowered your wobbly legs to the ground. You bit your lip at the loss of him, the wave of emotion catching you off guard. 

You tried to walk to the water, but your muscles gave out and you stumbled forward, sending Josh into action and catching you before you fell. The one thing your spacious shower needed was also the one thing you didn’t have in here: a bench. Thankfully, the built-in shelf that held your toiletries wasn’t very far, and he guided you underneath the spray to get your hair fully wet again. You leaned your head back into the water, grateful that Josh was right there in case you got wobbly again. This time it was him taking care of you afterwards, and for the first time since you’d known him you didn’t want to argue. 

Before you could reach for your shampoo, he already had it in his hand, “turn around,” he spoke softly. Your eyes met his before you did so, another unfamiliar emotion became stuck in your chest, and you turned before you thought he could see it. You weren’t used to this, having someone care. The last time you hooked up with an individual it was very much a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ situation, and you were ok with that. It wasn’t meant to be anything deeper, and that was ok. Then. But as Josh lathered up your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp, the mere hypothetical of Josh leaving as soon as he was done with you felt so wrong it threatened to let that emotion caught in your chest to bubble up into your throat. 

The feeling you had, when you were staring at him under that street light in the park, the one where you felt like a silly little girl, returned. At least, that's what you were telling yourself. That you were being irrational, that you were thinking too hard, that you were building expectations that didn’t need to exist. 

You were too lost in your thoughts to notice your hunters hands had left your hair, and had turned you around to rinse out your hair properly. When he saw your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and downcast eyes, he curled a finger under your chin and tilted it up, forcing you to look at him. 

“Still with me?” 

It was such a simple question, a little check in to make sure you were ok, but when your eyes met his, and those irises of molten molasses looked right through your facade, you couldn’t hold back that emotion lodged in your chest anymore. You threw your arms around his neck and clumsily kissed him again, allowing yourself to show him everything you were feeling through it. He hummed against your mouth and kissed you back, his hands gently rubbing circles in your lower back. 

After a few moments, the suds from your hair dripped down your back and onto his hands, reminding you both you still needed to rinse. 

“Sweetheart…,” he mumbled against your mouth.

 

You sniffed and nodded, feeling more grounded and less emotional now, and tilted your head back into the water and worked your fingers into your hair to get the shampoo fully rinsed out. 

The rest of the shower went by quickly, taking turns under the water to get bathed and fresh again. Josh’s hands barely left your body the whole time, as if he was afraid you would somehow float away like a lost balloon. You made a comment that he was trying to make up for him being unable to clean you up himself the night before, and he gave you a kiss on the cheek that said you were right, which made your chest tighten again. 

As you got out of the shower and grabbed towels for each other off the rack, Josh heard his phone buzz in his shorts pocket on the floor. Sighing roughly through his nose, he wrapped his towel around his waist and walked over to retrieve it, immediately seeing the “8 Missed Calls from Jake Kiszka”, and a slew of texts that mainly consisted of, “answer your fucking phone, fucker.” Before he could start to call him back, his phone buzzed again with Jake's name displayed at the top. 

With an eye roll, he answered the call, “this better be fucking good, Jake.” 

“Oh the prodigal son answers his phone! I’m so glad we have phones in case of emergencies!” 

“What the fuck do you want?” 

“I need you to meet me right now, and bring your little girlfriend. I think we might have just had a break in your case.” 

Josh turned around and looked at you, knowing you heard Jake on the phone loud and clear, “what do you mean?”

“I think we may have caught whoever the fuck is killing people in the act…”

To be continued...

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[gremlintheslut]

Forever theirs

Chapter 9 very own room

Master list

Warnings: fluff but still dead dove do not eat bc kidnapping and implied smut

(enjoy the fluff there's gonna be smut after that and an incredible amount of violence after that(for several chapters!))

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I wake up to Dom shaking me. "time to wake up" he says, softly. I roll onto my back and wipe the sleep from my eyes. "morning daddy" I smile at him. "good morning sweetie" he responds smiling at me flashing me his fangs of which i was slightly shocked to see. I mean he was just as pale as rhea but i didn't think he was a vampire.

"come on, we got some stuff planned after breakfast," he says picking me up. "fun stuff?" I ask. "I think so" he responds as we walk out of the bedroom towards the stairs. "okay," I say excitedly as we head down to breakfast.

"do you think you could sit in the high chair today?" he asks my face reddens and I look down. I wriggle against him to put pressure on my pussy. I don't feel any pain when I do so I nod my head. He walks over to my high chair and puts me in it. A plate of toast is already waiting for me. Thanks to the fact utensils aren't needed for toast I can eat by myself.

I happily munch on my toast swinging my legs back and forth. "did Dom tell you what the surprise was?" Rhea asks not knowing if Dom can keep a secret. I shake my head and finish chewing and swallowing the last of my food. "he said that there was stuff planned after breakfast" I say.

"you wanna see your surprise?" Rhea asks and I nod my head excitedly. She gets up from her seat so she can free me from mine. The second high chair that I'm now noticing is quite a bit bigger than mine, is still next to mine. I stare at it wondering what it could possibly be used for. Maybe it was a backup in case I didn't fit in mine. But why is it still there?

Rhea picks me up and as we walk away I'm forced to stop staring as I can't turn my head enough. Finn, Dom, and Damian follow us up the stairs and down the hall. Rhea stops in front of a door I've never been behind. She puts me down and gestures for me to open it. I put my hand on the door handle and look at her to make sure this is what she wants. She gives me an encouraging look and I open the door.

"Woah," I say as I stare at a perfectly done nursery. I step into the room to admire it closer. There's a crib big enough to fit 2 of me pressed against the far wall. There is a toy box which I'm sure is full due to the teddy bear legs sticking out of it. There is a small pink closet. I hope there's cute clothes in there because I've been in one of my daddies hoodies and mommy's sweatpants since day one. There are soft colorful baby-proof mats covering the floor.

"do you like it?" Rhea asks. "I love it" I say as I continue to stare at the beauty of my new room. Rhea leaves her spot in the doorway with the others and comes into the room. She walks over to my closet and opens it. It's filled with cute dresses and other clothes. "wanna get changed?" she asks and I nod my head.

"come here," she says and I walk towards the closet. "arms up" I do as I'm told and she takes off the hoodie I was given. She then pulls down my pants and undies and tells me to step out of them. She looks at the open closet for a moment before grabbing a cute simple pink dress. "arms up" she tells me again and I let her put the dress on me.

I look at myself in the mirror on the inside of the closet door. I smile at how cute I look. "do you like it?" she asks. I nod my head but she can see me pulling a slight face. "what is it?" she says grabbing my chin. "mommy panties" I say reminding her she didn't put any on me. "you don't need them" she assures me.

She picks me up again. We head back downstairs to watch some tv as my favorite cartoon would be on now. After my favorite show ended we all got to talking. "I'm sorry you missed it, daddy," I say as we had started to talk about my first day. "it's okay sweetie" Dom reassures me.

I blush and look at the ground. I think for a second before I begin to speak again. "can I make it up to you?" I mumble too quietly for him to hear. "what was that?" he says leaning in to hear me better. I blush harder at the thought of repeating it. "c-can I please make it up to you, daddy" I ask softly and he looks astonished.

"you really want to make it up to me?" he says wondering what they did to break me in so well. I nod my head and mumble out a weak "yes". No one on the couch can believe that i actually want to make it up to him. They all look at each other shocked trying to think of something to say. Does their little girl want to get railed?

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Sorry if this is a tad short love gremlin💞💋💗

[theshamelesssimp]

Caroline as a Wolf then Hybrid WIP!

Disclaimer: It has been been over five years since I have watched The Vampire Diaries and I haven't even seen The Originals so if I get things wrong or these characters seem OOC I'm sorry, I'm a master procrastinator and I only rewatched the first episode and a half of The Vampire Diaries a little under a month ago. So don't hold your expectations too high now. This is just a draft, it isn't completed, I am planning on it being longer than this since I want to get her first transformation, cute little moments with her and Klaus as wolves, etc., in this so, yeah. Also, i was going to post this draft sooner but it was so helpfully deleted so I had to remember what wrote from before.

Caroline walked out of the Grill, eyes focused on her phone as she made her way to her car. She sent a text to every cheerleader reminding them that they had practice after school on Monday and to let her know in advance if the couldn't make it. She hated making last minute changes to her plans, after all.

As she pressed send on the text she felt a hand grab her elbow and pull her into an an alleyway. She blinked, slightly disoriented and focused on the man in front of her. He was wearing a hoodie so she couldn't see his face all that well and he was a couple of inches taller than her with his build being on the bigger side.

He glared at her as he still held her by her arm. "Give me your money."

Caroline gave him a nasty look before scoffing and rolling her eyes. "I don't think so."

She shook off his arm and started heading towards the entrance of the alleyway just for him to grab her again, only this time he slammed her back into the wall. Caroline groaned at the pain she felt and open her mouth to snark at him but stopped herself when she felt something sharp press against her neck.

The man glared at her harsher this time. "I said give me your money."

Caroline hesitantly looked down and froze in fear when she saw the blade of a pocket knife press against her throat. Out of instinct, she quickly pushed him back with a strength she never knew she had and witnessed him stumble back and trip on his own feet. Time slowed down as she saw him fall back and hit his head on the dumpster with sickening crack.

Seconds have passed as her breath grew shaky and her hands became sweaty, staring wide eyed at the man who's eyes had become glossed over. She didn't see him move and ran over to him, kneeling down to put two fingers on his pulse, desperate to find it still beating. "No, no, no, please..." She begged.

When she felt nothing she removed her hand from his neck and it flew up to her face to cover her mouth as she let out a small gasp, tears blurring her vision when she realized that she just killed someone. Her breathing grew heavier and she frantically got up before looking around to see if anyone saw her.

Caroline found herself panicking, making stressed sounds and pacing around with her hands in her hair.

This couldn't be happening, what was she supposed to do? What if someone sees her? Why did this happen to her?

She had tears streaming down her face as she brought her trembling hands down and scrolling through the contacts on her phone before pushing on her mother's number.

She held the phone up to her ear, shaking as it went to voice mail and trying again. "C'mon, please answer the phone."

By the third call she heard it go through and the voice of her mother answered.

The latter sighing before talking, unaware of the predicament her daughter was in. "Caroline, you know not to call me when I'm on duty."

Caroline whimpered into the phone before she started weeping, her voice small as she spoke. "Mommy..."

The Sheriff froze before straightening her back and hardening her eyes. "Caroline, what's wrong."

"I–I didn't mean too, I–I promise. He j–just came out o–of nowhere and h–he..." She swallowed, looking at the dead body before snapping her eyes shut, her tone fearful as she continued. "He pulled m–me into the a–alleyway beside the Grill and h–held a knife to my throat and I–I panicked, I didn't know this w–would happen." She rambled unsteadily. "Please don't be mad a–at me."

Liz attempted to calm her daughter. "It's okay, Caroline." Liz gripped her phone tightly. "I'll be right there so stay where you are."

I'll probably post this here and on AO3 if I finish it so...yeah. I don't mind constructive criticism if you want to give that, just don't be rude about it.

[zalrb]

"Desperate," said Elena.

The girl looked at her and Stefan smiled, shaking his head. "I think you're supposed to fake cough when you do something like that," he said.

"No, she's desperate and I want her to know," said Elena. "

LMFAO elena aint playing

"You're only taking one? What, are you on a diet? Ripper Anonymous? One body a day?"

LMFAO as someone who actually goes to AA this is the type of humor i fucking live for

also elena's jealousy is GIVING ME LIFE. cause its so in character for her

"if only for the quiet --- those moans, which would almost sound performative if Elena didn’t know firsthand that Stefan could make you reach places, grated her ears."

LMFAO this moment is giving me joe goldberg

“Well, I think she always did.”

which is hilarious AND brilliant cause youre giving us something the show always mentioned but never fully explored. vampires are supposed to be impulsive and predatory, theyre supposed to stalk, hunt, obsess. we barely see that on the show. elena going out of her way to watch stefan fuck another woman is super creepy but it makes SO MUCH SENSE considering that without her humanity shes just a vampire right now, shes not supposed to have any boundaries. its very refreshing to read about vampires who actually act like vampires. AAAAND its super fascinating to read about elena actively trying to suppress her emotions, cause on the show characters who had their humanity turned off still felt things at times but it didnt really get addressed like this

“She has a name now?”

LMFAO shade is what i fucking living for. this fanfic is all ive ever wanted

“Why bother learning it? Are you going to carve it into a closet wall?”

He smiled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

"and after a few seconds, Elena went back upstairs to his room. She walked over to his bar and poured herself a drink, then searched his desk. When she found what she needed, she drank a bit of the bourbon, then emptied the rest of the bottle onto the bed, setting it on fire, watching it engulf the mattress, the frame, as she continued to sip from the glass, the reflection of the flames dancing in her eyes."

LMFAO elena's really funny but stefan's still the god of shade. mere mortals like her cant compete where they dont compare

LMFAO I COMPLETELY UNDERESTIMATED ELENA. THIS IS THE KIND OF INSANITY I FUCKING LIVE FOR

"No, this was Elena. Ever since he’d brought home Nicole, Elena had been feeding on women who resembled her even slightly, leaving their bodies outside the door of the bedroom he now stayed in, in his bed, propped against the dresser --- tokens of her ire, tokens of her... affection. He enjoyed it, the passion he inspired in her."

L M F A O. i am shook. and VERY impressed. but mostly shook

your version of no humanity elena truly embodies this gif:

Elena’s vampirism started bleeding through and when the girl saw her eyes redden, her veins darken, her face contorted in horror and Elena smiled, relishing the shock.

O M G

mommy? sorry. mommy?

youre giving us something the show always mentioned but never fully explored. vampires are supposed to be impulsive and predatory, theyre supposed to stalk, hunt, obsess. we barely see that on the show. elena going out of her way to watch stefan fuck another woman is super creepy but it makes SO MUCH SENSE considering that without her humanity shes just a vampire right now, shes not supposed to have any boundaries. its very refreshing to read about vampires who actually act like vampires.

OK this part. That was what I led with when writing this whole thing where it's like they're just their instincts right now or at the very least they feel their instincts with a clarity they don't have when they have humanity and when Elena was portrayed without humanity on the show, she's driven by taking whatever she wants. She wants a ribbon, she takes it, she wants Katherine's shoes she takes it, she wants Caroline's dress, she takes it. So in this, she wants Stefan and she's not getting him and she doesn't want to want him because that requires a certain level of emotion and that's going to make her act out. So, of course she's going to watch him have sex because she wants to be the one he's having sex with lmao, she's stalking him and since she doesn't like what the bed now represents, she's going to eliminate it, she's going to set it on fire. And for Stefan's part, Stefan who has been a vampire longer, who's had his humanity off more times than she does, and who also just knows her, knows what's happening but he's not humanity Stefan right now there to coach her through it and she's not Caroline where he's demanding that she let go, he's basically just fanning flames, denying her to get to her, and like I said before, goading her, because it's not just that she watches, they watch each other.

AAAAND its super fascinating to read about elena actively trying to suppress her emotions, cause on the show characters who had their humanity turned off still felt things at times but it didnt really get addressed like this

Yeah, that always bothered me because they bring up how humanity is a vampire's greatest weakness and no matter what it keeps sneaking back in and there are moments with Elena and Stefan where you see some of the humanity seep through in relation to each other when they each go through their no humanity phases, you see Elena kind of struggle with it during prom and shut it down

and you see it with Stefan constantly telling Elena to move on when he has no humanity

but I was like they would probably freak out and double down whenever they start to feel something, I don't think it's something that would be easily ignored, it's an active repression

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

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the next fic in my vampire Daniel series. read it below or here

Louis calls him not even two weeks after he goes off with Bianca.

“So I heard you're with Bianca now,” Louis says, sounding amused. “Marius called me.”

“Yeah, how's ole Marius doing?” says Daniel. He leans back on the bed and kicks off his shoes. Bianca had insisted on going shopping today. Daniel wasn't aware vampires could get sore feet, but his are aching. He wonders if maybe it's psychosomatic. He could ask Louis about it.

“He's trying to get me back together with Armand,” Louis says and so sounds pleased. “Daniel, what did you say to him?”

“Called him out for being a sanctimonious, self-important, pervert,”Daniel says. “What do you mean he's trying to get you and Armand back together?”

“He says sharing me would be good for Armand and Lestat. Says it'd help them get along.”

“They'd shred you to pieces,” Daniel says. To be honest, he doesn't mind the idea of Louis back with Armand. He's used to sharing with Louis. But now Louis comes with Lestat, and Daniel has his limits.

Daniel hears a soft thumping sound then Louis voice shout Lestat's name followed a string of French. A second passes then Louis's back “Sorry, Lestat can't handle not being the center of my attention.”

Daniel hears Lestat in the background “I can hear you!”

“You was supposed to,” Louis calls. “How are things with her? If it's not working you can always come stay with me.”

Daniel snorts. “Yeah? How'd Lestat feel about that?”

“He ain't the one in charge.”

Daniel hopes that's true. He has no delusions himself about whose in charge in his relationship—Armand demands an insane amount of control. Or he had, back in the day. He hasn't shown quite as many signs this time around, though he's been on good behavior trying to win him over. He used to go so far as picking out Daniel's clothes. And Daniel would let him! He liked it even, sometimes.

Sometimes, it'd make him feel hot under the collar, obscenely aware that everything about him was a display for Armand. He felt utterly and entirely owned by him, and instead of the normal terror that would bring, it sent a sharp shock of arousal.

“Things are fine.” They truly are. And Daniel likes Louis, but he's not too keen on spending a lot of time with Lestat.

“Y'all should come visit. Stay a few days.”

Daniel props up on a pillow. “Problems with Lestat?”

“Nah, but his mom is coming to visit. They have a...weird relationship.”

Daniel isn't going to ask, because then he doesn't have to know. “You don't get along?”

“Gabrielle loves me,” Louis says, “But Lestat always gets all depressed when she leaves-”

“Mommy issues?” Daniel cuts in.

“Severe ones,” Louis says, “So having guests might, I don't know, distract him. Distract me from him.”

Daniel could recognize a cry for help when he heard it. “I'll have to ask Bianca. But it shouldn't be a problem. When should we get there?”

A few days later, he and Bianca are on a plane to France.

[percontaion-points]

Covet chapters 92-95

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Chapter 92

We don’t mean to go that far, but it’s so much fun walking around, checking out the booths, being normal people upon whom the fate of the world doesn’t rest, it’s impossible to resist. 

While it’s only been a few days since they left for this dragon festival, like what? A couple dozen chapters have passed. So yeah. I feel like this is the first time in a while that they’ve mentioned that they probably shouldn’t be messing around and should focus instead on stopping vampire!Hitler. 

And just like that, we start to move, fading through the air, down the access ramp, then up the stairs to my room, in that quiet, perfect space between one breath and the next.

Chapter 92 summary: After the parade, Flint leaves to go join the dragon royalty receiving line. The others go check out the shops, and they have a lot of fun. Most importantly (or least importantly, in my opinion), Grace allows herself to feel normal for two seconds without needing to worry about the end of the world or whatever. 

They get to the end of the street, about three miles from where they started, where there’s a DJ playing and people dancing. They get drinks after their hike up there, but eventually Macy wants to dance. Hudson goes onto the floor with her, which leaves Grace to contemplate that Hudson is a really great guy who loves deeply, but is forced to hide a lot of his feelings. 

Grace eventually goes out with Eden, and they all have a fun time twirling around. The song changes to what I’m assuming is slower, and Grace ends up with Hudson. The two of them make eyes at one another before they rush off to go find someplace private to presumably bang again. 

Chapter 93

“Nuri called her the Crone,” I say. “She said no one had seen her in a really long time but that she helped build the prison and might have some advice for us.” 

“And what, we’re just going to run off and trust some witch because Flint’s mom told us to?”

I’m sorry, exactly what plan do you have? Run home to mommy and hope your tears soften her heart into murdering her husband? 

“I think the more appropriate question is, how the hell can you possibly think it won’t?”

Chapter 93 summary: The next morning, they all basically split off and do their own thing. This results in Grace and Huson lounging around in bed, arguing over old authors. I don’t care. 

Anyway, they finally return to the school, where they meet up with Jaxon. He tells them in the briefest way possible about the meeting he had with his mother. And the only reason why we even got that much is simply because Hudson is there, and the message he has from mommy is for his brother. “Appear weak when you are strong.” Hudson thinks that the entire thing sounds like a joke, but Jaxon is positive that it’s both a message for Hudson but also a comment that Delilah herself is playing a role simply so that she herself doesn’t get killed. Again, Hudson doesn’t like any of this. 

They tell Jaxon about the crone Nuri told them about. Jaxon doesn’t like that. But as I said, it’s not like he’s got any better solutions here. 

Chapter 94

But we’ve been racing dawn across the horizon, which means Hudson and Luca are almost out of time.

Hey, it’s almost like they spent the past two and a half days faffing about with dragons for no good reason. 

Because to me, her sweetness seems more saccharin than sugar, and I’m really not enjoying the aftertaste.

Chapter 94 summary: All of the named characters fly out to the little island that Nuri told them about. They go on the backs of the dragons, which gives Grace a lot of time to think about things.

They find the house on the island, which is kind of a sprawling old manor-house. They spend a lot of time joking about witch cliches, like how they cook children in giant ovens and such. The witch shows up, and she’s less of a crone and more “Greek Goddess”, to use the book's own words.

She invites them in, but gets upset over Jaxon. Says that he has to stay outside. And then gives the others an ultimatum: either Jaxon stays outside, or you can all leave. Grace knows that they didn’t come all this way to give up, so she decides that she has to go in while leaving Jaxon outside. Eden and Mikel stay outside with Jaxon, while everybody else goes in. 

She offers them drinks, but Grace is like “oh hell no.”

Chapter 95

Even before she says, “It was into this chaos, this disorder, these extremes of love and hate, that you—that all gargoyles— were born.”

Chapter 95 summary: The crone says that she has a story in her mind that wouldn’t leave her alone. But now she knows that the story is for them to hear. Grace doesn’t want to piss the lady off further, and says that she’d love to hear the story. 

So the lady launches into a long-winded creation mythology of these twin goddesses who grew up to become the creators of humanity and the supernatural. The two of them were kind of at odds against one another after this point, but eventually both fell and were stripped of their powers after letting hubris take over. They can’t go back to the world of the gods until they’ve learned how to bring balance to their creations, but that fall happened centuries ago. 

The crone continues on and says that the goddess of humanity taught mankind how to hunt supernatural creatures. But it was in this extreme hate that gargoyles were created. 

[raviollies]

A whisper, a gust of an all-too alluring voice can be felt against Blythe's ears, as if the Devil Herself loomed over her bedside

[babeydollx]

write more katherine smuts please <33

Let Me Sooth You, Baby.

Warnings: cursing, smut, fingering, mommy kink, soft!Katherine, praise kink

Pairings: Katherine Pierce x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: In which Katherine tries to sooth and relax Y/N and her results are successful.

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work.

"Come on, I know your stressed out, baby." Katherine said softly as she gently rubbed your arm soothingly. "I'm okay Kath." You said with a small smile. "I know when you're lying, silly." She said. "Come on, let me help. Let me sooth you, baby." She said with a smile. "Can I?" She asked. You nodded and she smiled before making you lay down on your back on the shared bed.

Katherine leaned down and kissed you lovingly before kissing your neck. You whimpered and put your hands through her hair as she kissed along your neck, leaving dark marks as she went. She then sat up and pulled your panties off and pushed your skirt up your thighs until your bare pussy was fully exposed to her. She spread your legs wide and then smirked.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, baby." She said as she gently caressed your thighs, making you whimper as she did so. She then positioned herself and began to slowly rub your clit. You bit your lip and moaned out quietly as she did so. She continued to rub your clit for a little while until she decided to just dive in like a fucking woman starved. You gasped and moaned out as your hands flew to Katherine's hair.

She switched between sucking on your clit and flicking your clit around with her tongue making you moan out even more. Her delicate fingers began to tease your soaked core as she sucked on your clit. You moaned out and whimpered when she began to tease your hole with her fingers. "Kath.. please.." You whined. "Sorry, who?" Katherine said with a smirk.

"Please, mommy.." You whimpered. "Please what, pretty girl?" She asked smirking even more. "Please make me feel good. Please, mommy!" You whined desperately. "Well, since you asked so nicely." She said before pushing two of her delicate fingers inside of your soaking core. You gasped and moaned out as she did so. After a few minutes she added a third finger making you moan out even louder and making your back arch off of the bed.

"I- fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. Katherine continued to suck on your clit and finger you. She began to finger you at a merciless pace, knowing that you were going to cum soon. After a few minutes you felt that familiar knot bubbling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

You clenched around Katherine's fingers, signaling to her that you were about to cum. She took her mouth away from your clit and then she began to rub your clit roughly and quickly. "Come on love, cum, cum for me princess." She said. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs began to shake as you came all over her fingers. She fingers you through your orgasm and then pulled her hands away from your pussy once you came down from your high.

You laid there on the bed catching your breath as you looked over at Katherine who was smiling down at you. She gently moved some strands of your hair out of your eyes. "How do you feel now, love?" She asked. You giggled softly and bit your lip. "Better than ever." You said with a grin.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim #43: Everything’s Different Now

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content: vampire whumper (past), recovery, known whumpee a lil bit, begging, forced medical treatment, needles, panic attack, forced to endure trigger

takes place a few days after Home.

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Jim anxiously jiggled his leg in the waiting room. Every few seconds, he glanced to the side to make sure Liz was still sitting next to him.

It’s okay. It’s daytime. He can’t get you while the sun’s out, Jim tried to tell himself, but it didn’t feel real. It hadn’t felt real since the moment he stepped out of Kane’s house. He felt like any second, he would wake up back home, just like he’d done every day for the past five years.

Kane’s fucking mini-mansion is not your home, he chastised himself. You’re home now.

“Mommy, that’s the man from TV!”

Jim looked up to see a kid pointing right at him. The kid’s mom looked startled to see him, and a little embarrassed. “Don’t point, sweetie, it’s rude.” she chastised. “So sorry about that.” She said apologetically, but she wouldn’t stop staring. “God bless you.”

“It’s cool.” he dismissed, giving the kid an awkward wave and sinking further into the chair. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, being recognized from the news. It was kind of cool, maybe? But also... weird. Liz reached over and squeezed his hand.

“Mr. Lieberman?” called a nurse.

Jim stood up instantly, relieved to have an excuse to put those thoughts aside. Liz held his hand as they followed the nurse to one of the rooms.

They both sat down as the nurse began checking his vitals. Jim tried his best not to flinch away. He was still getting re-used to the idea that touch doesn’t mean pain.

“Hm, looks like you have a slight fever.” the nurse informed him.

“Oh.”

“The doctor should be in shortly.” She gave him a friendly smile, then left.

“This is so damn weird.” Jim muttered.

Liz got up and leaned against the wall by him. “What? Going to the doctor?”

“Yeah.” Everything about being back in the real world was weird. There were so many people, and they were all just... normal and nice. “I dunno, I haven’t really thought about going to the doctor as, like, an option in a while. I’ve been Kane’s for... almost a quarter of my life. It’s gonna take some getting used to.”

“You’ll get used to it. Means you still spent more than three quarters out.” She patted him on the back.

The doctor came in shortly after. “Jim, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Dr. Augury. How are you feeling?”

“Um, I’m feeling alright.” he replied.

“Good, good. I understand you’re coming to me about several issues after your ordeal. I’d like to take a look at your back, first things first. The records from the hospital indicated you’re at high risk for Lyme.”

“Oh, yeah. Those damn ticks were all over me.” Jim pulled his shirt over his head.

Liz gasped. “Jim...”

“Yep, that’d be Lyme. Multiple sites. That explains the fever. I’ll write you a prescription for some antibiotics and it should clear up no problem. You’ll make a follow-up appointment up front.” The doctor wrote something down while Jim put his shirt back on, then returned.

“Thanks, doc.” He’d have to check his back out in the mirror later.

“What’s next on the list?” the doctor asked.

“So, um, I’ve got... the neck, obviously.” Jim glanced at Liz. He hadn’t brought it up yet, but she had a few new scars herself: most notably, four claw-like marks running down her jaw. He knew hers were from vampires, just like his. He didn’t think he could bear to hear about vampires hurting his baby sister.

“Yes, I see. Is it giving you any troubles?”

“Yeah, actually.” Jim admitted. “Kinda thought it would go away, and like, it’s definitely faded a little, but it’s still there. And not just that... is there anything you could do to make it like, go away? Clear up or whatever?”

“I would recommend over the counter pain relief for the ache, we can reevaluate in a month if it still hurts. As for the scar... this vampire, it bit you on a daily basis?” the doctor asked.

“Yeah.”

The doctor looked at him sadly. “You have to understand that’s years of repeated trauma, reopening the same wound every single day. I can refer you to a specialist, but I’ll be honest, I don’t think the chances of this being able to be removed are high. I’m sorry.”

“I’d like the referral anyway, if that’s alright.” Jim requested.

“Of course.”

“And, um, my arm.” Jim held it up, showing off the unnatural bump under the skin. “He- I broke it a couple years ago and it healed all messed up. Still kinda hurts too.”

“I’ll refer you to a surgeon for that. He can get you some x-rays and fix the malunion. That I’m much more confident can be fixed.” the doctor said. “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss today?”

“Um, I don’t think so?” He shrugged.

“Alright, I’d just like to get a blood sample. Given the consistent blood loss over the past five years, it’s best to make sure everything’s going on alright in there.”

Jim froze. “I think... I’ll pass.”

“Jim, you should do it.” Liz encouraged. “It’d suck if something’s wrong with your blood and we didn’t catch it.”

“Nothing’s wrong with my blood.” Jim protested, unable to keep the tinge of defensiveness out of his voice. Kane certainly never thought there was anything wrong with his blood.

“I’d really recommend getting a blood sample.” the doctor interrupted. “It’s just going to be a little prick, that’s all.”

Head wrenched to the side, fangs sinking into his neck.

“No thanks.” Jim said firmly.

“Jim, c’mon. Please?” Liz’s brows bunched up in concern. “I’m worried about you.”

He sighed. He really didn’t want to do this. He was so fucking tired of having his blood taken. But alarm bells rang in his head: protesting was bad. He was being disobedient, and disobedience will always be punished, and he was so damn tired of being beaten. He knew Kane wasn’t here, but that nagging in the back of his mind scared him. He could behave.

“Okay.” he conceded.

“This will take less than a minute.” The doctor assured as he began preparing the syringe.

Liz stepped over. “Want me to hold your hand?”

Jim searched her words for a trace of mocking, but there was none.

“Yeah.” He felt pathetic, needing his little sister to hold his hand just to get his blood drawn when he was 24 years old. He’d done the same for her when they were kids, but he was surely too old for that now.

Liz took his hand in hers. “It’ll be okay.”

Jim’s eyes followed the doctor as he prepared the syringe. That’s going into me, and it’s going to take my blood. He shivered at the thought, squeezing Liz’s hand.

The doctor was saying something, but as the needle went in his arm, all he could see was Kane.

At first, he went still. It’s feeding time, and he has to be still and obedient during feeding. But then he remembers: he was out. He spent all that effort getting out, he almost died getting out, and now he’s back to being fed on.

He knew it was misbehavior, but the despair at his situation was just so powerful that he had to get away. Jim thrashed, but hands held him down as he cried over the urgent voices around him. “Please, no! I don’t wanna be food anymore! I was out! Please, Kane, sir, please stop!”

“Jim, it’s okay!” Strong hands held him firmly in place as his blood was taken from him again and again and again. “You’re not food, you’re a person, it’s just a blood draw! It’s almost over, just relax.” 

The doctor retreated with the syringe. Jim was vaguely aware of Liz asking him to give them space, and then the door was closed again, and he was alone with Liz, still holding him down. “Please, please, please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face.

Liz let go. As soon as his arms were free, Jim wrapped them around himself, shivering.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.” Liz said. “The needle was already in you, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Needle...” Jim looked down at his arm, at the band-aid that had made its way there. He hadn’t used a band-aid in years. Kane always just stopped the bleeding himself. “He’s not here.”

“No. The vampire isn’t here.” Liz agreed. “You’re safe. We’re at the doctor’s, remember?”

He nodded slowly, feeling sick to his stomach. “I’m sorry f-for being disobedient. Please don’t punish me. I’ll be better.”

Liz was crying now, too. “No one’s gonna hurt you, Jim.” she assured, hugging him. “No punishing. You’re not... disobedient, you just freaked out. There’s no one to- disobey anymore, right? You’re free.”

“Right. Right, yeah.” Jim shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “S’just weird. Everything’s different now.”

“Yeah.” Liz was looking at him weirdly, like she was seeing him for the first time. “It is.”

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[crescent-witch]

the red means i love you

ship: vampire!wandanat x reader

summary: the voices in your head come to say hello

warnings: darkfic!, manipulation, vamp powers, fingering (r receiving), anal, double penetration, mommy natasha, daddy wanda, slight blood kink, blood-drinking, dumbification, pet names (detka, malyshka, kitten)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this is so terrible, I’m so sorry 🥲

“Kitten,” the echo ran through your apartment, or maybe the voice was all in your head. You weren’t sure anymore. There were two voices, constantly coming and going. Some days they were relentless, screaming in your mind until they overruled even your own thoughts and all you could do was lay in bed under the covers, as if your thick comforter could block out whatever madness was affecting you, like the voices could be dulled by some cotton. Some days they went quiet, barely a whisper in your mind.

You couldn’t match the voices to any face, either. You’d never heard them before the day they first muttered to you.

All you could do was ignore them as best you could and try to not think about the fact that you were slowly going mad.

Your hands shakily sifted through the pictures scattered across the coffee table in front of you. The polaroids that had been stuck to your windshield and shoved into your mailbox and appeared randomly wherever you went for weeks. The explicit photos of you getting fucked in every position, some you didnt even know existed, your eyes screwed shut in sleep.

You had tried everything to ward them off. Looking up how to enduce insomnia, practically injecting redbull and monster into your veins, anything you and the internet could think of. But every night you succumbed to sleep and a new photograph appeared.

You couldn’t decide if the voices were doing you a kindness, or if you would rather be unaware. It would still happen anyway, but perhaps you would’ve been happier if you didn’t know how the voices in your head materialised to use you every night. It would still happen, of course, but maybe blissful ignorance would be better.

“Malyshka,” as much as you longed to turn around, to try and face your tormentors, you didn’t want to play their sadistic game.

The voices continued, begging you to turn around, to let them see your pretty face. You refused, ripping up more of the pictures that had appeared to you since they arrived.

“Stop.”

“Please.”

“Detka, behave.”

“Brat.”

They got harder and harder to ignore the harsher their words got.

At one point you swore you felt their hot breath against your neck as they softly spoke to you. But, stupid or not, you held your ground and kept your eyes down. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, because you know as soon as you turn to face them you’ll break into nothing.

“Please, sweetheart.”

You had to remind yourself that it was an act, a trick. That the sadness in the voice was fake, they didn’t really care about you.

Your resolve only broke when a cold hand brushed against your neck while stroking your hair, alerting you immediately that the voices were no longer living inside your mind.

Your head whipped around to see a redhead lounging on your sofa, as if it was her house that you were sitting in. Her hair bounced over her shoulders in soft curls, over her strong biceps. Her outfit wasn’t mediaeval, as you had so often pictured the voices to wear when you found yourself drifting off to their shushed tones, but it was certainly gothic, vampiric even. It suited her, you decided. The dark shirt, sleeveless and showing off her toned muscles. The black pants that were baggy and hung in different places and yet somehow still looked good on her. The heavy leather combat boots that were suddenly giving you some very unholy thoughts, which you quickly shook from your head.

She grinned at you, excitedly, as you just stared at her.

“Oh, finally!” She looked like she was told Christmas had just come early.

“Aw, come on, Natty,” the second voice butted in, and you turned to face the doorframe of your living room, the second voice leaning against it and pouting. “You were meant to wait for me.”

“Sorry,” she shrugged, giggling as if she didn’t know the meaning of the word, her fingers continuing to toy with your hair.

The brunette pushed herself away from her slouched position, eyeing you from where you were rooted to your spot in fear.

She crossed the room to you, holding her hand out towards you. Something overtook you in that moment and you clasped her hand in yours, allowing the brunette to pull you to your feet, flush against her.

“Sweet girl,” she smiled at you, hand shamelessly drifting to your breast, groping you as the redhead stepped up to your back, trapping you between them

The redheads' hands found your waist, the brunette continuing to grope at your tits, pinching and pulling through your thin t-shirt.

“Hurry up, Wanda,” the redhead whined, impatient and desperate.

“Shhh, Nat,” the brunette, Wanda, soothed her. “We have all the time we could want. Her mind is already ours, eh, detka?”

It took you a minute to realise she was talking to you, her words hardly registering as you nodded in a daze.

They both giggled like school girls, cooing at how out of it you already were. You weren’t sure how you had gotten there already. What, two stunning women trap you between them and suddenly you’re putty in their hands. Well, you didn’t think you could be blamed much for that.

“Let mommy play with you,” Nat begged, wandering hands sneaking their way through the waistband of your jeans, fingers grazing your slit.

You whined as Wanda’s touches became harsher and the girl’s hands began to grope you mercilessly.

“Such a naughty little girl,” Wanda said gleefully, smirking down at you. “All this for us? Your terrifying little voices?”

Your hips involuntarily bucked as Nat pushed a finger inside of you, your answer to Wanda getting cut off by a needy moan.

“She’s so tight,” Nat groaned, her finger working its way inside of you, spreading your folds and coating the digit in your juices.

“Let me have a turn,” Wanda grumbled, attempting to pull Nat’s hand out of you. “Nattyyy.” The oddly childlike bickering passed over your head as you attempted to hump Nat’s hand, soft whines leaving your mouth.

“Let me have a turn with her,” Wanda’s lithe fingers wound around Nat’s wrist, pulling her out of you. You were close to complaining, stomping your feet for her to be back inside you. You had all but offered your soul on a silver platter to the suspected-demons. Your argument died in your throat when you felt Wanda lead Nat’s hand to your back, probing at your back entrance while tugging down your underwear and jeans.

“God, have you ever seen a pussy this pretty?” Wanda groaned, a blush staining your cheeks as she revelled in the way your cunt clenched around nothing, soaked with arousal.

“Does the baby need help?” She mocked you, pouting and using sweet words, so condescending. But it was hard to notice when Nat’s fingers were slowly making their way inside you, your juice still clinging to her fingers as lube.

“What’ll it be, princess? You want daddy to help your pathetic little pussy?”

You considered her for a moment before you nodded yes, officially losing all of your sanity.

Razor sharp fangs pierced your neck and shoulder with a suck the second Wanda’s fingers entered tour drenched pussy, Nat’s fingers still snug in your ass.

“Dumb little human.”

[sugurugetoswife]

daddy & his drama queen -Baji Keisuke ✨

husband! baji keisuke x fem! reader

Warnings- fluff, mention of bold and inappropriate language, flirtatious talks, mention of pet names (flower, cute, darling, honey), mention of the word kill (sarcastically, none of them gets killed), mention of the word vampire, mention of pregnancy, mention of veggies (idk why I'm mentioning this), established relationship (husband x wife), baji and fem! reader have a five year old baby daughter, parent! baji and parent! fem! reader.

"daddy, why do you have that scar on forehead ?" your five year old daughter asked baji while she threw grabby hands towards him. baji had a lot of scars all over the body owing to his profession but his facial skin was impeccable except that one scar which your kiddo was just interrogating about.

"oh this one-" baji chirped while smirking at you as he cradled the curious infant in his arms, her tiny fingers brushed over the mark on his forehead, and you anticipated what was coming next.

"mommy did it, she tried to kill me !" he put on a sad face to gain more sympathy from your kid, she cutely gasped as she put her mini hands on her mouth portraying a shocked expression- such a drama queen.

"no darling, it was an accident, don't listen to daddy…" you spoke defensively pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance cause you saw baji approaching you near the kitchen counter as he settled your daughter on the island between both of your standing figures, shit was about to go down with baji and his astonishingly dramatic ass.

"ohh my godd, so you throwing a glass vase at me was an accident?" he said dramatically while folding his hands and leaning his posture towards the counter whilst your daughter was busy glancing between you and baji, enjoying the drama she created with her one question- like dad like daughter, over dramatic genes they both possessed.

"no, I- I just was frustrated cause daddy bought broccoli instead of cauliflower, again..." pressuring on the word 'again' you explained to your questioning daughter.

"that doesn't give you the right to kill me…" baji grinningly stated.

"again I wasn't killing you baji, and I was pregnant otherwise I'd never over react to this extent or behave so doltish, so please-" he cut your little self-explanatory speech in between, "please what darling ?" baji trailed off.

"fine I'm sorry, ok- my bad, I'm so so sorry Mr. vampire teeth that I let my pregnancy hormones get the best of me…" you steamingly responded.

baji awww-ed at your fuming state as he hugged you, "flower you look so cute when you're all annoyed." and how could you be mad at such an adorably angelic warmth, he glided his arms around your waist and pecked you nose as your daughter sitting in between you queried, "what made mommy pregnant ?" as baji let out his monstrous Herculean laugh only cueing you to roll your eyes at both of them. God knows how you will survive with these troublesome asses teasing you with every passing second.

"honey, that's a story for other day, lets get you to bed for now." you eyed baji- one wrong comment and you were ready to snap him in two, he motioned his hands in air indicating he won't mess up.

you grasped your girl off the island while heading towards her room, he adored this little family he had- you both were his girls, his world, the only good thing ever happened to him, his reason for smiling day and night, only his. honestly who knew- who knew, that two girls would have baji wobbling on his knees for them.

@ 23/06 — please do not translate, modify or plagiarize my work for devil's sake...

I saw this cute pov on YouTube (TikTok compilations), I took, twisted and wrote it in my own way...

I hope you made it till the end, love you loads if you did...

Reblogs are always appreciated...

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas22: Day 5: Hybrid Smut

Happy holidays, I hope everyone is having a good time.

This is something I wrote for Enimia a hot minute ago, but I thought why not. Something spicy to round out the week.

This is for those 18 and older, if you're underage please keep scrolling!

Also, this might be the only first-person smut because wow, that's impossible. Do I regret first-person? Always.

I hadn’t realised that sleeping with Jasper would change our relationship so much, honestly. And Mommy Dearest had told me so many lies and half-truths about vampires, I wasn’t going to rely on half-remembered conversations designed to scare me to guide me through this.

After that first night, Jasper had appeared that afternoon, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek as he sat next to be at the kitchen bench, as Cynthia and I ate lunch. I felt very obvious, like I had a neon sign over my head, and also warm and wondering if it was inappropriate to drag my boyfriend upstairs and into my bed with the entire family home.

Catching the tone of my emotions, Jasper just smirked at me and then asked Cynthia how school was. Cynthia was still riding the high of knowing her sister was dating one of the Cullens; as far as I could tell, my romance with Jasper had increased her social standing, which both Simon and I found hysterically funny.

The closest we got to each other for the next week and a half was a few scorching kisses in my bedroom, Jasper’s hand fumbling under my top and bra to stroke the bite-mark he’d left, something that made me gasp and, unfortunately, alert my father to the fact that we were alone in a room with a bed and the door closed. He and Simon were still determined to slow the pace of my relationship with Jasper, as if that ship hadn’t sailed the second we’d kissed.

I truly wished I could explain everything to them, between my dreams and Jasper’s gift, our relationship, the pace, everything about us was never going to look right to other people. And whilst that didn’t bother me, I wished Dad and Simon would stop trying to get me to confide in them, confess fears to them I didn’t even have. Jasper was and always would be my resting point, my sanctuary. It was how it was always supposed to be.

After Dad banished Jasper and I to the communal areas of the house, we had planned to go to the Cullens; Jasper assured me that most of the rooms were sound-proofed so that they didn’t drive each other nuts, and that no one would question my appearance or our activities.

Except it didn’t go to plan. Everything had gone sour when one of Jasper’s old friends called, needing help. Which had resulted in Jasper and Emmett heading off into the unknown for a week and a half, with only a whispered promise that he’d be back soon to keep me company.

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“We’ve got forty five minutes,” I said, as I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my sweater. “Until Dad and Simon get home.”

“Only forty five?” Jasper teased, as he pulled off his shirt and I stopped dead. The boy really was the most delicious thing I’d ever seen, and I was still struck dumb at how handsome he was, and that he was mine.

His chuckle broke my train of thoughts - mostly me picturing all the things I wanted to try out on him - and I looked up into his smug face.

“Enjoying yourself?” he said, pulling me against him. Even though my camisole and bra, I could feel the cool of his skin, and it was making me feel warm. The sensation of skin on skin was intoxicating, and I wanted it again, even if the rational side of my brain was telling me that we were on the clock, and getting completely naked was not the recipe for an efficient encounter.

“I’m going to,” I said as he snagged the hem of my camisole and pulled it up, and over my head.

“I’m sorry we haven’t got longer,” he said, pulling me with him as he sat on my bed, guiding me to straddle his lap. We were both still wearing jeans, but that seemed like a minor issue that would be dealt with later. “I’ve been looking forward to lingering over you.”

“We’ll get time,” I promised, though I had no idea how. “We’ll figure it out.” My hands dropped to his belt, and I felt his hands fumbling at my bra clasp; I smirked when I realised even vampires - specifically mostly-celibate Southern ones - had trouble getting a bra undone.

He tossed my bra aside and then jerked against me as I cupped him through his jeans, and he immediately had me back on my feet to strip my jeans and panties off in one smooth action, before scooping me up and depositing me back amongst the pillows, his eyes dark and laser focused on me as he unzipped his jeans.

I suddenly felt nervous; maybe because it was still afternoon, there was still sunlight filtering through my bedroom window and I felt more aware, more alert in the harsh light of day than I had, cocooned here in my room with Jasper my first time. Or maybe because I knew exactly what was going to happen, how it was going to feel. Somehow anticipation was more nerve wracking than ignorance. Looming over me, Jasper smiled and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

“You’re a maelstrom of emotions right now,” he murmured. “You know we don’t have to...”

“I want to,” I interrupted, staring up into his eyes. Everything about him was safe, was good, and what I wanted. I just had to get out of my own head. “God, I’ve been thinking about this since you left, I’m just a mess.”

“You’re perfect,” Jasper kissed me again and I sighed and leant into it, my hands running through his hair as he began kissing a path down my throat to shoulder and to my breasts. “God, darlin’, I want time to savour you,” he murmured against my skin as his hands grazed over my body; I knew what he wanted, and I was ready and willing. I’d been picturing this since he’d left, imagining how it would feel.

His lips grazed the inside of my thigh suddenly, and I jumped but somehow managed to press closer to his mouth. It felt like nothing else in this world - the grip he had on my thighs, the feeling of his breath and mouth against me, the fact I knew what came next...

It felt wrong in an entirely delicious way, but I wanted him to touch me, to lick me, and to bite into my thigh hard. I wanted him to make me scream, even though that was a terrible idea right now. We needed privacy and time, two things that were elusive right now.

I know I moaned when his fingers filled me, a kiss to my hip as my head fell back into the pillows. My legs were spread obscenely wide, and I could almost make out the murmurs he was muttering into my skin, telling me how much he loved me, how good he wanted me to feel. His thumb brushed against my clit, and I cried out, raising my hips to get closer. I was so close, and it happened so fast.

Without warning, Jasper slid away from me moving up the bed over me, and I whined in protest as he pulled me flush against him, kissing me hard. “I had a thought,” he managed to tell me between kisses.

“A whole one?” I asked, half-panting as Jasper wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over, so I was sprawled out on top of him.

“I want to see you like this,” he said, his voice rough. “It might be... easier for both of us.”

I gaped at him for a moment; the idea of being astride him was a lot but my mind had already run with the idea - how it would feel, the idea of me being bare and exposed to him, how he would look beneath me, and I felt myself nodding as I sat up, Jasper’s eyes focused on me as I knelt up, slowly sinking down on him, my eyes falling closed.

I felt a little punch drunk as I settled against him - I was so goddamn small, and he was big, and felt huge in this position, and it was an intense feeling. His hands stroked over my thighs, before moving to my hips. As soon as I moved against him, I was whimpering; it was like sparks travelling down all my limbs, it was like our first time except magnified. I was already declaring this his very best idea, having me ride him like this.

The pace I set was rough enough for my bed to start rocking, and I knew I’d be feeling this tomorrow, but it was so good, I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against Jasper harder, panting and gasping and begging him. Jasper was holding me tight against him, egging me on and praising me, spitting out filthy suggestions of things we could do with each other.

When Jasper’s hand slipped between my legs to stroke, I cried out, grinding down on him hard as I rode out the wave, before half collapsing on him, letting him thrust into me hard, once, twice, before he clutched at me, half gasping out my name.

Carefully settling me in the bed next to him, Jasper pulled me close, letting me curl up half on him. “That was...” he began. “Fun,” I said, looking up at him. “Your best idea.” “Fun?” he repeated, with a strange look on his face.

“Well, it would have been more fun if you’d gone down on me and bitten me first, but we can workshop it,” I shrugged, trying not to giggle at the look on his face. “You are...” he began, covering his face with his hand, “an absolute terror.” “Perfect, you said earlier. You said I was perfect,” I poked him.

We lay together for a little while; I could easily have dozen off, but that was a recipe for disaster. It wasn’t very long before we heard the backdoor open, and we both rolled out of bed to find our clothes. It was one thing to be caught in my bedroom with my boyfriend, another entirely to be caught naked in bed with him. As Jasper went to kiss me again, he froze, his eyes wide. “What?”

Jasper shook his head, and looked like he simultaneously wanted to laugh and die.

“Cynthia’s training was cancelled this afternoon,” he managed, dragging me out of my bedroom and onto the landing, as my stomach sank.

“...I got home about four,” I could hear Cynthia saying. The girl had been born with a voice that could function as an efficient public-address system. “Alice was definitely having sex with Jasper in her bedroom all afternoon.”

Shit.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Cuddling with Tall Vampire Mommy? Please? 🥺

Okayyyy.. so I totally set out to have this just be a sweet and tender little cuddling snippet but welll.. I’m thirsty 🤣  So, I hope you’ll all enjoy some soft, tender sex with our Lady! I know I enjoyed writing it 🤤 .. Also, I put the finger riding thing that I mention before into this one  👀  (at over 3300 words, this gets a cut 😅)

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“Pet?”

The Lady’s voice was soft, catching you off guard as you jumped. Quickly wiping the tears from your eyes before hastily going back to your evening duties. The small wettened handkerchief stuck deep within your pockets as you heard her enter the room.. 

“Pet… look at me.”

“My lady?”

“I did not stutter.” 

You took a deep breath, only hoping that your face wasn’t as flushed as it felt - forcing a weak smile across your lips as you turned to face her. 

“Yes, my lady.”

She very slowly began to close the distance between you, a soft look in her eyes that you had yet to see there before. Her hips swaying silently with each elegant step that she took. The length of her looming over you - casting you in a deep shadow as she reached where you stood near the bed. The feeling of gentle fingers on your chin as she turned your face from one direction to the other, sighing deeply before releasing it. 

“You’ve been crying, pet.”

“I… Y-yes, my lady.”

“Care to tell me why?”  

You bit your bottom lip, slightly averting your eyes before she clicked her tongue - forcing you to look forward. An even deeper blush painting it’s way across your cheeks while you tried to think of a way to explain yourself. 

“My lady.. I.. “ 

You paused, taking another deep breath as you shook your head. The Lady only sighed, taking a seat in front of you on the bed. A somewhat tired expression across her face, the deep lines of it sharing their journey with you as they creased in response. She gave you a soft smile, patting the spot next to her on the bed. 

“Come here, pet. Sit with me.”

You looked at her curiously for a moment, but she firmly held your gaze - not dropping it until you began to move from your spot. Placing the small rag you had been using to clean the glass on top of the windowsill, you joined her. A look upon her face so fond that you had no chance at stopping the swift blush from swiftly moving across your cheeks. And you sat there for a moment, wondering how you could explain it. How you could tell your Lady that, in the simplest of words, you missed the feeling of another’s body against yours - of them holding you close as they stroked their fingers gently through your hair. You blushed harder at the thought of it, quickly clearing your throat before speaking.

“My lady, I… it’s kind of.. embarrassing.” 

“Dear, have I not chosen you as my personal servant? As my pet?”

“Well, yes, but I…”

She waved her hand dismissively, cutting you short before scooting herself a little closer to you on the bed. 

“There is nothing you can say that I would ever judge you for, my pet.. and I certainly can not help the situation if you do not tell me what it is.” 

“I’ll.. I’ll try, my lady.”

“Good, pet.”

She smirked a little as your blush grew deeper at her word choice, stroking her hand over the side of your head affectionately. And it was true, the two of you had grown closer in the weeks since your promotion. The Lady had almost seemed to be growing.. fond of you. With the nights where her desires and needs overflowed only seeming to be becoming more frequent and little more tender. You swallowed hard, trying not to allow the mere proximity of her fluster you anymore than you already were.

“It’s just that I.. well, you see…” 

You sighed as the words refused to leave your tongue. The look on Alcina’s face growing from soft to knowing as she watched your eyes begin to trace over the length of her. 

“Ah… Have you been feeling a little lonely, my pet?’

You bit your bottom lip, averting your eyes as you nodded. 

“I see… has your Lady not kept you satisfied?”

“W-what? No, no! It’s not that.. it’s just that I-!” 

She chuckled as you began to grow increasingly more flustered, allowing her fingers to stoke over your hair and down your back before finding your waist. A slight gasp to your lips as she pulled you closer to her.

“It’s alright, my pet. I believe I understand.”

“You.. do?”

You met her eyes shyly, watching the deep embers within her own grow a little softer. Her heady pheromones sweeping over you as she lifted you slightly and pulled you onto her lap. A deep breath escaping from her lungs as she leaned you both back against the headboard. One strong arm wrapped securely around you, tracing fingers through your hair, while the other rested on your thigh. 

“Is this what you had in mind, pet?” 

The light flush upon your face turned to a deep crimson, forcing you to hide it in the crook of her shoulder - snuggling in as you sighed into her.

“Yes, my lady. Thank you.”

“Such a sweet pet.”

You hummed against her neck, burying your face into it as she placed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Do not be afraid to ask for such things in the future. You may be my servant, but your needs are important. Understood?” 

“Yes, my lady.”

Your words were half muffled into the softness of her skin, a slight shudder from her body at the feeling of it. A single finger stroking softly through your hair, another gently caressing over your thigh - just inches from being able to slip beneath the hem of your uniform. The mere presence of her stirring a fierce heat deep within you. Relishing in the moment of it - in the simple closeness of her exquisite body. 

“I can hear your heart racing, pet. Do I have such an effect on you?”

“Pretty sure you’d have such an effect on anyone in this position, my lady.”

She chuckled, forcing cool breath across your forehead. 

“Perhaps.”

“There’s no doubt, my lady.”

She hummed softly in response. The fingers on your thigh beginning to trace idly over the soft flesh of it. Small circles turning into more abstract designs the higher up they moved. The gentle pressure of them compelling a deep want across your body - a desperate need for more of her. 

Where this wasn’t the first time you had found yourself in such close proximity to the Lady, it was the first time she had held you in such a way. With her steady breath rising and falling against your increasingly heated body. With the soft smile that rested so perfectly against the top of your forehead, occasionally gifting it with a tender kiss. You were positive that every inch of your face was flushed, that every part of your body was slowly becoming encompassed by the presence of her, and nothing more. 

Without giving it a second thought, you placed a sweet kiss to her neck - forcing a sharp inhale across her lips. 

“Pet.” 

She said the words calmly, promptly stopping the idle movements of her fingers. You blinked, quickly remembering your place as you pulled your lips from her skin.

“I.. I’m sorry, my lady.. I should have asked first.. I shouldn’t have-!”

“Hush now, pet.” She quickly interrupted, her fingers returning to softly stroke over your hair - immediately calming your nerves. “It’s not that it wasn’t appreciated.”

“O-oh.. May I ask why you stopped me, then, my lady?” 

“Always so polite, my pet” She smirked, chuckling softly. “It’s just that I’m.. unsure whether or not I’ll be able to stop myself from touching you, if you continue.”

“Ah.” 

You felt the small flame that had already been stirred deep within you ignite even further as your imagination ran off with her words - filling your mind with the most delicious of fantasies.. with memories of the times before.. of the countless thoughts you’d had of your Lady on the nights where you had nothing more than the warmth of your hands to keep you company. 

“And… what if.. I wanted you to touch me, my lady?” 

You felt a tiny growl reverberate throughout her throat at your words, the pressure of her fingers on your thigh enhancing slightly. 

“Well, then, pet... by all means, continue.” 

You hesitated for only a moment before bringing your lips back to her soft skin, a slightly salty taste upon them as you allowed your tongue to sweep gently over each kiss that you gave her. The small gasps and tiny whimpers that deliciously slipped past her lips only willing the juices between your legs to build. She was exquisite, in every sense of the word. A physical masterpiece brought life, and it were your lips that were slowly unraveling her control. 

You gasped slightly as her fingers began to move from your thigh and higher up, a whimper of a moan dancing through the air as she pressed one firmly against your clit, instantly forcing your hips forward. 

“Mmh.. such an eager little pet.”

“Y-yes, my lady.”

She only hummed in response, starting teasingly slow circles over the thin fabric of your uniform. Her touch being everything you ever wanted, and yet, still you wanted more - needed more - of her, of everything that she had to offer you. 

“Ah-! My lady... may I.. undress?” 

“Of course, my pet. I appreciate your asking, but you do not need to.”

“Yes, my lady. Thank you.”

She released her arm around your waist, watching you carefully as you adjusted yourself from her lap and slid the bottom parts of your uniform from your flushed body. A single raise to her eye brow as her gaze followed your movements. 

“You are quite beautiful, my pet.” 

You could feel yourself blushing fiercely under her gaze, and even more at her words.

“As are you, my lady.”

“Mmh.. and such a stunning blush.”

“I... th-thank you, my lady.”’

When she chuckled at your response, and you were positive that your cheeks were about to burst into flames at any second. Her fingers tracing sweetly over your hair and down your back as she allowed you to take your time to get ready. The smoldering embers of her eyes never leaving you for a second, not even when the last bit of fabric fell from your eager body - an inherently intense feeling sweeping over you at just the knowledge of having the unwavering attention of the one and only Alcina Dimitrescu. 

“Ready, my pet?”

“Yes, my lady.” 

She held out her hand to you, smiling softly at the slight tremble to your fingers as you took it - pulling you close to her as you shyly smiled back, unsure if you would ever grow accustomed to her affections. 

“Is there anything specific you had in mind today, pet?”

She smirked as your gaze fell to her fingers, chuckling before she nodded. 

“Very well, pet. Let’s try something a little more intimate this time. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course, my lady.” You replied, not quite sure of exactly what she meant until she rested her hand out on her lap, fingers up. 

“Take your time, pet.” 

“Yes, my lady.”

You swallowed hard, lifting yourself back onto her lap. The sheer thought of her fingers filling you so deliciously only making the juices in your core begin to steadily drip. A deep breath escaping from your lips as you slowly straddled your Lady’s hand - a thigh on each side of it as your eyes locked onto hers. A fond smile painted across her perfect lips.  

“You may hold onto me for support if you need to, pet.” 

“That’s .. very kind of you, my lady.”

“I want you to be comfortable, pet. Always.”

You blushed a little at the utter softness to her voice - at the absolute gentleness to  a voice that could normally scale over mountains. That could reach the darkest corners of death and find its way back again. But now, every word she muttered dripped from her tongue like the warmest of honey. 

“Well… same goes for you, my lady.”

She chuckled as if you had just said something truly remarkable. As if you were the first person outside of her family to actually care about her comfort.

‘Of course, pet.” She replied, humoring you with a smile. A sunlit gleam to her eyes as she leaned in, placing a single finger under your chin as if lifting it to meet her. You felt yourself growing more flushed the closer that your lips grew. A hitched breath across them as she stopped just short of her pressing hers against you. 

“You may... kiss me, my lady.. if you want.” You blurted out shakily.

“Such a sweet pet.. thank you for your consent.”

You were barely able to muffle out an incoherent reply before her lips were on yours - they were sweet and indulgent, and immediately set the world around you spinning. A gentle touch upon your cheek as she deepened the kiss.. pulling you closer as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to her. You melted into it, moaning slightly as you began to lower yourself down onto one of her fingers. A divine sting across your body as you felt yourself stretch around her. 

“That’s it, pet.. nice and slow.” 

She murmured the words against your already kiss-swollen lips and you nodded in response - wanting nothing more than for her to keep kissing you. For her sinful lips to stay exactly where they were and never leave. She pulled you back in, kissing you eagerly. The intoxicating feeling of her tongue sweeping over yours causing your entire core to clench deliciously against the length of her. A profound heat spilling over you like a wildfire, engulfing everything in its sight. A steady rock to your hips, holding onto your Lady’s neck for support until she pulled away. The absence of her lips almost offensive to you, making you whimper.

Smirking, Alcina locked her eyes onto yours. “Worry not, my pet. This tongue will be yours for the remainder of the evening.” 

“Fuck.”

The curse slipped from your lips before you even had a moment's thought to stop it, to even think about it, closing your eyes as you waited to be reprimanded - but the Lady only chuckled.

“Yes, pet.. that too.”

As if to punctuate her words she thrusted her finger firmly up inside of you, forcing you to fall forward. The soft fabric of her dress cool against the flushed skin of your face - silken ivory against a sea of crimson as your body fell directly into her. Her supple flesh soft beneath you - and you swore, for just a second, that you felt a slight chuckle to her breath.

“Comfortable, pet?”

“S-sorry, my lady.” 

You lifted yourself up, blushing fiercely as you adjusted your body - resting your hands gently against her ribcage. 

“Quiet now, pet. Are you comfortable?” 

You gave her a small nod, the girth of her finger pressed exquisitely against your walls as your hips started to move again. Juices dripping down as you eagerly took the full length of her back into you - forcing your desire to trickle down to her wrist with each indulgent thrust. Your fingers gripping into the soft fabric of her dress as you held on tightly, the pace of your hips only becoming more and more greedy. Rolling your hips firmly down into her, writhing against the air - against nothing more than the softness of her body. The relentless heat that had embedded itself deep within your aching core only continuing to build - continuing to smolder over inside you. Your body ignited - engulfed - as the fierce blush that had made it’s way across your cheeks and down the landscape of you steadily grew more and more brilliant against the crisp white of your Lady’s dress. 

“You’re taking me so well, my pet.” She whispered.

Small whimpers turning into deeper moans as she thrusted the length of her finger as deep inside of you as she could. Every desperate cell in your body set a blaze as she matched the pace of your hips, forcing the deep crimson of your face into the softness of her chest - muffling your moans into her as you held onto her like a lifeline. The utterly tender touch of her fingers stroking through your hair, the relentless movements of her other in your core - the most exquisite contrast between firm and soft - just like the Lady herself. 

“Such a sweet, perfect pet.” 

She placed a soft kiss to your temple, only igniting the fire within you even further. Your body rocking fervently against her as the unrelenting pleasure inside you grew - as it built - steadily swelling like the tidal wave of warmth that was currently coursing through your racing heart. She picked up her pace even more, the cool fabric of her dress the only escape from the feverish flame that was spilling over you. A deep moan reverberating though your body as she held you close, as her finger mercilessly increased it’s rhythm, willing your hips to do the same.

“That’s it, my pet. Let your Lady hear you. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

A profound cry ripping from your body as she placed the base of her hand directly against your clit. 

“Ah-! Mmph.. fuck, my lady.. I .. you feel so good.. I’m-” 

Your face fell back into the soft cushioning of her chest, body too overcome with the raw and unfiltered pleasure that your Lady, and only your Lady, could deliver. She hummed softly, placing another soft kiss to your skin. The firmness of her finger inside you - of her heated skin against your clit - forcing stars behind your eyes, causing a galaxy of bliss to promptly spill over you. Her gentle touch holding you close as your core stretched exquisitely around her - your pace growing fervent - growing more and more desperate for release. The softest of moans slipping from your mouth, imbedding themselves into the silken fabric of Alcina’s dress. The coolness of her breath across your ear as she leaned down to whisper.

“Come for me, pet.. come for your Lady.”

The white hot pleasure that immediately spilled over you - that inhibited every cell in your body, every pore that covered your overly flushed skin - compelling a barrage of fireworks behinds your eyes. Her thumb against your clit, merciless as it circled over you.. her fingers inside you, divine - wholly wrecking you. Every part of you brimming with energy, alive with nothing but passion for her - for your Lady - as you brought your core down onto her finger vigorously, forcing an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain to spread across your body. Screaming out her name in unbridled ecstasy as your pleasure crashed over you like a fever dream, causing your whole body to shudder - to convulse deliciously against her. Her fingers holding their pace until you eventually fell breathless on top of her. Your perfectly flushed face buried deep within her chest - breathing in her scent as your pace slowly came to a halt. 

“You did so well, my pet.”

Alcina’s voice was soft, gentle as it danced across the cool air of the castle. Her fingers in your hair as she stroked over you tenderly, splattering sweet kisses across your forehead.

“..... Thank you.. my lady.”

Your words were muffled into her, your face buried deep within her dress as you held onto her - keeping her close. Relishing in nothing more than the solace of the moment - in the perfectness in it - in the utter softness that she had allowed herself to show you. Small whimpers still escaping from your throat as your breath began to steady. 

“Shhh, my pet. I’ve got you.. for as long as you need me.”

You snuggled in closer, inviting her presence to wash over you - to completely envelope you in her safety and warmth - finding the simplest of comfort in her words. A content smile upon your lips as a single word spun unhindered through your mind in response.

‘Forever’