#sorry this took so long for to get to but I wanted to have time to give it a good review that it deserved

[kikidoul]

── LATE BITES & LIBRARY NIGHTS.

𓍯 synopsis: You find comfort in the quiet of the campus library after dark, but you’re not the only night owl. Heeseung—mysterious, effortlessly charming, and always tucked away in the same corner—seems to be there every night. What you don’t know is that he’s a vampire who feeds on energy, and yours feels different. He keeps coming back for it, but maybe—just maybe—it’s not just your energy he’s drawn to.

ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ vampire! 이희승 x fem! reader ᥫ᭡ content university au, strangers to lovers (implied), inaccurate vampire lore, smut, resolved sexual tension, blood drinking, dom! heeseung, pussy eating, face-sitting, fingering, usage of petnames, spitting etc wc: 8982...!? masterlist

note. this took me longer than expected. i hate to admit but i had more fun writing for heeseung rather than sunghoon's... sorry pookie. this was supposed to be 10k wc but i didn't want to drag this any further, sorry

You covered your ears, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips when you heard the all-too familiar giggles from your roommate with her boyfriend, followed by the door to her room slamming shut. You quickly grabbed your headphones, putting it on and managing to blast a song just in time to prevent yourself from hearing certain…sounds that made you scrunch your nose in disgust. You increased the volume until you were satisfied and resumed working on your project. However, your peacefulness could only last for so long. 

Thud. Thud. Thud. 

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, able to hear the revolting sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall at an equal interval. Groaning, you decided to shove your things into your bag, with your headphones still on and left your dorm. 

It was quiet outside, considering how it was already close to eight in the evening. There were some students hanging about on the campus. Some were heading home after having a productive study session in the library. Which was your current destination. Thankfully, the library was open twenty-four hours, meaning if there are anyone who’s like you: either looking for a quiet place or to grab some research materials, it’s always open for students. You headed to the third floor of the library, walking to find your usual spot. 

There were students scattered across the place. Everyone had their heads bowed, wearing either head or earphones as they typed away on their laptops, the tables filled with multiple books they had borrowed from the shelves. You made a sharp turn on your right, heading to your usual spot. 

Only for you to stop at the sight of someone occupying your seat. 

Frowning, you adjust the strap of your bag on your left shoulder. You approached the stranger, who you identified as a male as you got closer. Now standing behind him, you were able to get a clear look at his notes. You blinked when you saw that he’s majoring in Cyber Security—a course that you’ve heard to be stressful, in terms of modules and assignments. Your eyes flickered to the stranger, visibly jumping out of your skin when you made eye contact. 

He wore a plain, gray hoodie with the hood pulled up to cover his messy, black hair that curled just enough to look effortlessly perfect. His hands hovered over the keyboard of his laptop and one glance indicates he was in the midst of working on a report. You were able to see his perfect features—like he was carefully crafted from the hands of Gods and Goddess, who put their entire hearts and souls into making him to be the perfect and flawless human. His skin was a sweet, natural shade of honey that made you briefly wonder if he’ll taste just as sweet as he looks. 

Great, a handsome stranger had stolen my seat. 

The student arched an eyebrow, dropping his hands to rest on the table as he turned slightly to face you. “Uh, can I help you?”

“You’re sitting in my spot,” you blurted out, a wave of regret washing over you after you answered him. 

The poor stranger was confused, owlishly blinking his eyes, darting back and forth—between the table and your figure. “But I don’t see a name here. So that means this isn’t your spot and anyone’s allowed to sit.”

You shot him a glare, despite knowing he was right. “Well, yeah. But still, I always sit here and if I sit anywhere else, I won’t be able to focus.” 

Your response made him smirked, amused. “Sounds like a you problem.” 

Crossing your arms, you held onto your last shred of sanity before you could raise your voice in the library, “Look, could you please kindly get out and sit somewhere else?” 

“What makes you think I’ll do that? I came here first and first come first serve,” he retorted, crossing his arms. Despite his tone, you could tell he was having fun, judging from how his lips curled upwards in a smirk.

Swallowing the tempting urge to wipe it off his face, you narrowed your eyes, grip tightening on the strap of your bag. “All you need to do is to just move to another table so we’re not wasting anymore time. Then we’ll be out of one another’s way.” “I don’t know about you, but I think you’re wasting your own time, arguing with me when you can just find another spot or sit here,” he pointed out, making your left eyebrow subtly twitch. 

Not wanting to admit out loud that he was right, you stomped your way to the other side of the table—the very same table he’s seated at and loudly plopped your bag down on it. You didn’t care if the sudden noise gained startled eyes thrown your way. Pulling out the chair, you sat down and began unpacking, pulling out your required materials and switching on your laptop. You scowled when you saw the stranger’s eyes on you the entire time. 

“Done staring? You can take a picture if you want,” you sneered, snapping him out of his trance. 

“Nah, I wouldn’t want to ruin my eyesight any further. I’m just surprised you chose to sit here, out of the other available tables,” he shrugged his shoulders, pointing at the few vacant tables around him. A teasing grin stretched across his face, leaning forward slightly with his hands on the table. 

“Or maybe, you’re attracted to me, which is why you insist on sitting here,” he continued. 

“Don’t be so full of yourself. I barely know you,” you hissed, feeling unusually warm when he chuckled—the sound sending your heart fluttering. 

“Let’s change that, shall we? I’m Lee Heeseung, a second-year student majoring in Computer Science,” he introduced himself, reaching out his left hand for a handshake. 

You wanted to refuse, but you didn’t want to be rude and decided to introduce yourself as well, accepting his handshake. “I’m (Full Name), a second-year student majoring in Finance and Accounting.” 

“(Name)...” 

Heeseung said your name and somehow, it sounded pleasant coming from him—a reason you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You ignored how shivers ran down your spine and how goosebumps formed on your skin at how smooth your name sounds coming from him.

What you didn’t know was how it didn’t go unnoticed by him. He caught the way you stiffened and it made him smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. He released his hand from yours, still able to feel your lingering warmth against his. 

“Nice to meet you, I have a feeling we’ll get along really really well,” he hums. 

~

It has been three weeks since your first encounter with Heeseung. You weren’t sure why but something about him kept pulling you back to the library. You kept telling yourself you’re doing this so you could find a quieter place to study, without having to listen to your roommate having sex with her boyfriend. But deep down, you knew otherwise.

You’re there to see him.

Heeseung had become a part of your life, unknowingly making a spot in it without asking. You weren’t sure why but you were curious to find out more about him. 

You had long forgiven him for taking your usual spot, now choosing to sit at the same table with him. It became a common sight to see him there before you, making you really curious what time he usually arrived. Sitting down, Heeseung wordlessly slid a large-sized takeaway cup towards you. You opened the lid and was immediately hit with the fragrance of a hot Vanilla Latte. Lips parting in surprise, you looked at him and he merely smiled. 

“That’s your go-to order, right? You always order a hot Large Vanilla Latte at the cafe near campus,” he said.

You opened and closed your mouth, like a gaping fish out of the sea. “I—uh, y-yea… Wait, how do you even know that? Are you stalking me?” You accusingly narrowed your eyes at him. 

Heeseung chuckled, running a hand through his hair. Your heart chose to betray you at that very moment by skipping a beat, at how such a simple action done by him was able to evoke such a feeling from you.

“I’ve seen enough to know what you always order. Consider this as a toast to our new friendship,” he replied, gesturing for you to take a sip. 

You dug your nails into the cup, awkwardly clearing your throat and taking a small, cautious sip of your drink. Your tastebuds were filled with the overly sweet taste—just the way you liked it. You almost grinned, managing to catch yourself when you realized that Heeseung had been staring at you the entire time, eyes never leaving your face. His right fist that was resting on the table, was clenched tightly, almost as if he was holding himself back. 

“What?” You asked.

Blinking rapidly, Heeseung snapped out of his trance and put on an innocent smile. “Well? Does it taste good?” 

“...Yeah, it does. Thanks for the drink,” you mumbled, eyes averted to the side. “Next time, the drink’s on me.” 

“Oh? How generous of you,” he teased, voice switching to a smooth, velvety-like tone that made something in your lower stomach stirred. 

“S-Shut up and start studying,” you retorted, internally groaning at how you stumbled over your words. Heeseung smirks and thankfully, drops the teasing as he redirects his attention to his laptop. And just like that, the both of you fall back into the usual peaceful silence that you had gotten used to. 

Today however, you stopped before an empty table. Confused, you looked around—eyes searching for him but he was nowhere to be found. Shrugging it off as Heeseung was busy, you took your seat, leaving his seat empty and continued doing your revisions. Examinations were around the corner and you couldn’t afford to slack, for the pressure of getting good grades was constantly gnawing at you, slowly eating you away. 

You couldn’t focus, eyes flicking up more than usual, doing a quick scan of your surroundings. But there was no sign of him. Sighing, you slipped on your headphones, hoping music will help you to focus better. You paused when you saw something or someone, in this case. 

There Heeseung stood, at the edge of the row, watching you. 

You blinked in surprise, body going as stiff as a statue. He didn’t move, simply standing there, half-shadowed by a tall shelf. His hood was down, revealing his abyssal-like hair. However, what caught your attention was his eyes. They were…different. They glinted unnaturally under the fluorescent lights, like they caught something the rest of the world didn’t. They weren’t the usual color—warm brown or black. No, they were red. 

Lips parting, you were tempted to say something, “Where were you? You’re late today. I saved your seat, you should be grateful.” But the words died in your throat. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, eyes fixated on Heeseung, who had not blinked at all. 

Something was wrong. His skin was paler than usual, almost translucent under the light. His shoulders tensed up, lips pressed tightly together, like he was forcing himself to stay still, to not move from where he stood. He looked hungry. It wasn’t the same hunger that you’d feel, like when you had skipped meals for the whole day. No, it was like Heeseung hadn’t eaten for months, like he was starving himself to death. 

And then, just like that, he blinked and the strange intensity vanished. He flashed you his signature, charming smile, approaching you with his bag hanging loosely by his shoulder and took his seat. He opened his laptop along with his notebook and began typing. It was like nothing had happened. Like he wasn’t staring at you with an intense gaze in his eyes, intense enough to make your hair stand upright. 

But you felt it—the slight shift in the air. The way your skin prickled when he stared too long. The way your pulse seemed to echo louder in your ears tonight. Tonight, something was different. And for the first time, you started to wonder just who or what, Heeseung really was. You decided to confide in your friend who has been there with you, through thick and thin and has seen you at your worst—Sim Jaeyun. 

“Jaeyun, do you know Heeseung?” You asked, voice slightly muffled due to you burying your face in your pillow. 

The two of you are in your room and much to your relief, your roommate was away, finally giving you a break from hearing her going at it with her boyfriend. Jake raised his head from where he sat; at your desk with his laptop opened, reflecting his Google Documents as he was in the midst of working on his report. 

“Yeah, we’re roommates, actually,” he replied, and you instantly lifted your head from the pillow, staring at him in disbelief. 

“What?’ 

Jake scratched the back of his neck. “What? Why are you so surprised?” 

You scrambled to push yourself up, placing the pillow on your lap. “Because you never told me!”

“Because you didn’t ask!” 

“Yeah well, this is your fault,” you pointed at him. 

He threw his hands up, an incredulous and offended look on his face. “Seriously? You didn’t ask and now it’s my fault? Women…” 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that but moving on, have you noticed anything…weird about Heeseung?” You asked, leaning forward slightly with an unusually serious expression on your face. 

“No? Heeseungie hyung’s either spending most of his time playing games or studying his ass off,” the other shrugged his shoulders. “Why the sudden question?” 

You hesitated, unsure if you should tell him about your recent discovery before you thought against it, shaking your head. “Nothing, forget I said anything.”

Jake eyes you, obviously not buying your response. “Don’t tell me you have a crush on him.”

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening to the point they might pop out from its sockets. “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“What? That’s the most logical conclusion I can come up with! You’ve never talked about any guys and then out of nowhere, you asked me about hyung!” He defended himself. 

You threw a pillow at him, eliciting a squawk when it landed right in his face, nearly smashing his glasses in the process. Jake flung it back at you and the next thing you knew, you’re engaged in a rather intense pillow fight with him. Of course, Jake emerged as the winner, as he always does and you have no choice but to surrender. You laid on the bed, panting to catch your breath and Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“Look, I love you as a friend but seriously? Out of everyone, it has to be Heeseung?” 

“It’s not like that!” 

“Sure sure, and in the few years down the road, I’ll be attending your wedding.” 

“Sim Jaeyun!”

~

You arrived at the library two days later and there Heeseung was, already at his rightful seat with his headphones on. He raised his head when you reached the table, his face lighting up at the sight of you. Pulling down his headphones, he gave you a warm smile, idly spinning his pen in his left hand. 

“I thought you won’t show up and leave me here, all alone,” he faked a disappointed sigh, hand placed on his chest. 

“Haha, very funny,” you dryly replied, taking out your things as you placed them on the table. 

It became a routine for either you or Heeseung to be buying drinks for one another. And today, it was your turn. You slid his drink towards him and you could tell he was surprised, with how he paused for a moment. “Is that for me?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, who else is it for? If you don’t want it then I can drink it.” You reached for it but he was faster, snatching it away from your grip. He held it close to him, protecting it like it was his newborn child. 

“No! You bought it for me so I’m thankful,” he protested, opening the lid to take a peek at what’s inside, only for him to whistle; impressed. “How did you know what I always order? Did you stalk me?” 

“No, you idiot. I asked your roommate; Jake,” you retorted, remembering the amount of torture you had sit through when your friend couldn’t stopped teasing you. 

Heeseung made a sound of acknowledgement, taking a small sip and let out a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging. He then straightened himself when he remembered something. “Ah, speaking of Jaeyunnie, he told me something very interesting.” 

“I don’t think anything’s interesting when it’s from him.”

“Shh, let me speak,” he shushes you and you once again, rolling your eyes at his antics and he continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“He told me that a certain someone has a crush on me.”

Your heart fell and your world came crashing down. It took all of your self-restraint to not show any emotions on your face, despite how your heart was practically pounding against your chest. You moved your hands: from the table to your lap, so Heeseung couldn’t see how you had clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms. Your throat felt dry all of a sudden, like you were dehydrated. 

“And who is this certain someone?” You asked, choosing to play along. 

Heeseung’s eyes never left your face, watching you, observing you. “I think you and I both know the answer to that, (Name).” 

“I…” Your voice trailed off, squirming about in your seat as you weren’t used to being on the receiving end of his unwavering gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

You managed to reply but somehow, the words felt weird on your tongue, like you had replied in another language. Or maybe, you weren’t telling the truth and refused to confront it. Heeseung cocked his head to the side, the small movement causing his earrings to sway side to side. He studies you, not even blinking once and gods, it was hard trying to act like nothing was happening, like you were perfectly fine. 

After what felt like a decade, Heeseung lets you off the hook. “If you say so! Now, let’s work on our assignments, shall we? Our examinations are round the corners and I don’t want to flunk them.” 

You groaned at the unnecessary reminder. “Ugh, please don’t remind me.”

None of you said another word after that, each focused on your respective tasks. It was just another regular night spent at the library. Another day closer to your much-dreaded examinations. But something was wrong. You felt…weird. The first sign was you rubbing your eyes as your vision began to blur slightly, the words reflected on your laptop screen started to dance, lifting itself up and down. It hasn’t even been an hour since you arrived and you were feeling tired already. 

Your limbs felt unnaturally heavier than usual, like a slow fog was creeping into your mind. Shaking it off, you reached for your drink, stealing a glance at your fellow tablemate. To your annoyance and faint awe, he looked perfect—way too perfect, if you’re being honest. He wasn’t wearing his headphones anymore, leaving them hanging around his neck while he squinted at the screen of his laptop, still idly spinning the pen with his left hand. The sleeves of his hoodie were pushed up to his elbows, revealing a rather eye-catching pair of forearms, with veins prominent under soft skin. 

The sight of it made your cheeks flushed red. It took all of your restraint to tear your eyes away from it, not wanting to be caught red-handed. Heeseung was completely focused and unaffected, unlike you. You sighed, leaning back in your seat to stretch your legs, lightly nudging his feet underneath the table—gaining his attention. 

“I feel…tired,” you mumbled, stretching your arms above your head as you covered your mouth when you yawned. 

Heeseung looked up, eyes meeting yours almost instantly. “You okay?” His voice was gentle and soothing, but his gaze was sharper than usual. “Did you eat earlier before coming here?”

“Yeah, I did,” you mumbled. “Just… I don’t know, I feel really tired. A weird kind of tiredness.”

He merely offered a small smile. “You’ve been studying too much. You should call it a night and head back.” 

You shook your head, rubbing your eyes again but this time, more furious. “No, it’s fine. I need to go through two more topics before I’m done for the night. Or else I’ll lag behind,” you insisted.

You looked down at your notes, oblivious to Heeseung’s knowing gaze on you, like he already knew what’s happening to you. Like he was expecting this. You tried to focus, tried to solve a simple question but the letters were starting to blur again. Some were mixed together and you had misread the numbers reflected on the small screen of your calculator. Your chest felt slightly heavier, not painful, but weighted—like something invisible was slowly wrapping itself around you. 

Seated across from you, Heeseung changed his position and has now slipped on his headphones. He begins typing away on his laptop—probably having figured out what to write after spending a long time staring at the screen and searching for reliable sources on the Internet. The library was quiet as usual, allowing you to pick up a strange hum in your ears. It was faint and low, like a soft vibration. Like the air was buzzing around the both of you. 

And then, it passed. 

Suddenly, as if a switch was flipped, your body felt lighter and clearer. The fog you felt previously vanished into thin air. You blinked in surprise, taking in a sharp breath. Whatever strange feeling that was just now, it was gone and you were back to normal. You looked up and made eye contact with Heeseung again. This time however, he was quick to look away the moment your eyes met. 

His strange behavior made you narrowed your eyes, feeling suspicious of him. He looked too composed. It was as if he had finished something he didn’t want you to notice. But you did and you just didn’t know what it was. All you know however, is that you need to get to the bottom of this, no matter what. 

~

Examinations were over and as per routine, you were at Jake’s dorm, ready to have your usual movie marathon. Only this time however, there was an additional person joining: Heeseung. You were in the kitchen, struggling to grab a bowl for popcorn that was placed on the higher shelf. It was out of reach for you and you muttered a string of curses under your breath. 

And then, you felt a presence behind you. You froze on the spot when a firm chest was pressed against your back. You knew who it was without turning, his cologne filling your senses, making you feel light-headed.

“You could’ve asked for help instead of struggling by yourself,” he murmured into your ear, his hot breath grazing against your skin. 

“And who do I ask for? You?” You replied. 

A chuckle. “I’m glad to know I’m always in your mind.”

“You—!?” 

You turned, ready to give him a piece of your mind, only for your voice to die in your throat at the proximity between the two of you. He was so close that you had to tilt your head slightly to meet his eyes, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. The space between you was barely a breath, making you instinctively backed up—only for your hips to bump into the edge of the kitchen counter behind you. 

You froze but Heeseung didn’t move. Instead, his teasing smile deepened to something lazy, amused and confident. His eyes glanced down briefly to your parted lips for a split second but it didn’t go unnoticed by you. If anything, it only made your cheeks flushed red and your body temperature rising, despite how cold it was, due to the air-conditioner in the living room. 

“What were you gonna say?” He asks, voice low. 

You dryly swallowed. “You’re annoying.” Much to your dismay, your words lack the bite and Heeseung chuckled, eyes glinting knowingly. Like he knew the effect he has on you and he was proud of it. 

“Annoying?” He leans in slightly, one hand bracing against the counter beside your waist. “I don’t think you’re telling the truth.” 

Your pulse picked up instantly, heart beating loudly and you could only pray he didn't hear it. Heeseung didn’t touch you—but gods, you wished he did. You want to know how his hands will feel, tracing random patterns on your skin. You want to know how his lips will feel against your skin. You want him to leave physical evidence behind—to show that you were taken. You want him to devour you whole, both physically and mentally.

Tightening your grip on the counter surface, you tried to scoff, to laugh it off but your voice was quieter than you expected. “Don’t flatter yourself, Heeseung.” 

He cocked his head to the side, the corners of his lips twitching up. “It’s too late for that.” 

Because this is Heeseung, he leans in a little more, his free hand grazing the edge of the counter behind you, fingers brushing against yours. His touch was fleeting, barely there but it was enough to make you crave for more. 

More, more, more. 

That was what the voices in your mind were chanting—like they were famished beasts, wanting to be fed. You shoved them aside, choosing to remain rational and continued playing the facade—the facade of pretending that Heeseung hasn’t already had you wrapped around his finger. 

“You gonna run?” He murmured, voice sweet and dripping with temptation. 

You shook your head, not trusting in your voice. 

“Thought so,” he smirked, leaning in until your noses brushed against one another. Your eyes flickered down, waiting with bated breath as he gets closer and closer—

“Ow!” You exclaimed, hand rubbing the now sore spot on your head. The culprit responsible merely chuckled and moved away, unaware of how your fingers twitched. tempted to pull him back in.

“I’d hurry up if I were you, or Jake’s gonna throw a fuss,” Heeseung grins, stepping out of the kitchen, leaving you standing there, heart beating at lightning speed and mind in a daze. 

When you finally recollected yourself and returned to the living room, the two roommates were already seated on the couch. To your dismay, they had left a seat for you—in the middle of Heeseung and Jake. Sighing, you placed the bowl on the coffee table as you took your seat, pointedly ignoring how Heeseung had shifted closer the moment you sat down. Jake, on the other hand, maintained a respectful amount of distance between you—something you’re grateful for. 

“What movie are we watching?” You asked, making yourself comfortable, removing your slippers and moving to sit in a cross-legged position. 

Jake shrugged his shoulders as the opening scene started to play. “Not sure but I think it’s a movie about vampires.”

You laughed, leaning forward to grab the bowl of popcorn but Heeseung was faster. He snatched the bowl away, faster than you could blinked and wasted no time in shoving a mouthful of the snack down his throat. You shot him an annoyed glare but he remained unfazed, choosing to send you an infuriating smirk instead. 

“Vampires aren’t real though. I don’t think I’ve seen one before,” you admitted, reaching over with the attempt of stealing some popcorn but Heeseung merely stretched his arm, pulling the bowl away from your grip. 

Jake paid no mind to his roommate’s antics, having gotten used to it now. His eyes were fixated on the screen as the movie started playing. “I’d like to think they’re real. What about you, hyung? What do you think?” 

Heeseung paused at his question and you took the chance to snatch the bowl back, cheering to yourself. “Vampires are real.” 

You snort, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. “Ok Mister Smartass, then where’s your evidence to support your claim?”

He shrugged his shoulders, stretching his long legs out and your eyes flickered down to how he spread his legs, making you gulp. You were quick to look away when he glanced at your face, smirking. Your muscles instinctively tensed when your clothed shoulders and knees brushed against one another. At this rate, the movie was already in its opening scene, introducing the main character.

“Depends on what kind of evidence you’re looking for,” he replied, leaning in to whisper into your ear. You instantly shoved him away, not expecting him to do that. Your flustered reaction elicited a laugh from Heeseung. 

“Relax, I won’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he coos. 

You didn’t reply with words, choosing to fling a cushion at his face instead. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake, can you two stop talking?”

~ 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as the three of you were engrossed in the movie. You were fully aware of Heeseung shifting closer and closer until your shoulders are now properly touching. Thankfully, he couldn’t see how goosebumps formed on your skin. The bowl of popcorn is now empty, thanks to Heeseung who finished the rest of the popcorn in the span of ten minutes, much to your disbelief and annoyance. Jake had fallen asleep somewhere in the middle, leaving the two of you alone.

The scene currently playing was when the female lead had surrendered herself to the male lead—who is actually a vampire. You dug your nails into the cushion placed on your lap, unable to tear your eyes away when he sunk his pearly-white, sharp canines into her neck. Your cheeks turned red when you heard the moans from the female lead. Based on the expression she had—closed eyes, biting down on her bottom lip and hands gripping onto the other’s shoulders for dear life, you could tell she was enjoying it. 

The scene was nothing but erotic, making you clenched down on nothing but thin air. You flinched; startled, when Heeseung placed his hand on your shoulder. Your head snapped to his direction, throat going dry when you made eye contact with him. He furrowed his eyebrows, noting how you were tense underneath his palm. 

“You good? You’re tense,” he murmured, hand trailing down to rest on the cushion, fingers grazing against yours. The touch was fleeting—similar to what you experienced back in the kitchen. Where he almost kissed you. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” you stuttered and he was quick to catch on. 

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, corners of his lips tempted to twitch upwards. You tried to focus on something else. Something else that wasn’t him but it was hard. With how he was looking at you, like you were his everything. Like he’s nothing but your loyal worshipper. But then, something shifted. 

It was subtle at first—a slow wave of fatigue rolling through your body. Like your limbs were getting heavier by the second, like your mind was thickening with fog. You blinked, trying to shake it off, but it kept creeping in. You could barely focus and your breath grew shallow without reason. Heeseung stilled beside you, struck with realization with what he had done. His fingers retracted immediately and the weight vanished. 

Your head snapped towards him. “Did you—?” You paused, realizing how dizzy you felt a few seconds ago. “What was that just now?”

Heeseung didn’t answer. His jaw tightened, his eyes suddenly avoiding yours. He leaned back slightly, further than he usually would. As if creating distance would undo whatever just happened. “Nothing. You’re imagining things.”

His reply was crude and short, not giving you any room to question him. To demand him for answers. But you knew better. You knew that was the exact same feeling you felt back in the library. It was easy for you to connect the dots together—Heeseung is the reason why you’re feeling like this. You didn’t want to be left in the dark any longer. Which was why you grabbed his wrist when he stood up, attempting to retreat to the safety of his room. 

“Wait—Heeseung,” you stopped him. 

The second your fingers wrapped around his wrist, your heart dropped. That same feeling. That same quiet, invisible pull. Like the energy from your fingers was being siphoned, slow and steady, feeding something beneath his surface. Heeseung flinched, pulling away from you—like you were some kind of contagious virus that he didn’t want to be infected with. Like you were poison to him. 

“Don’t,” he said, barely above a whisper. His voice cracked—not with anger, but guilt. “Just… not right now.”

And with that, he left. You sat frozen, staring at your hand where he had been just seconds before.

Just what the hell is he? 

~

That was the last time you saw him. Two months have passed since you last saw Heeseung. You have searched and looked everywhere for him, but it was like he had disappeared without traces. You had even asked Jake but he too, was just as clueless as you are. According to him, Heeseung had packed his things and left, his room was empty—like he wasn’t there in the first place. You were frustrated. Frustrated at this wild goose chase you were pulled into. Frustrated at how you couldn’t find him. Just when you were about to give up, he randomly reappeared in your life. 

Knock knock. 

It was close to midnight when it happened. You looked up from your work, confused. Your roommate wasn’t around—having returned home to visit her family. As far as you were aware, no one in their right mind would be wandering around this late at night. Nervous, you approached the door and looked through the peephole, only to be speechless when you recognized him. You instantly flung open the door, revealing none other than Heeseung. 

You were about to bombard him with questions when you took note of his state. He stood before you, drenched in shadows, hoodie soaked from the heavy rain outside. But what really froze you was the way he looked at you—eyes wild, dark circles under them, panting like he had run miles just to get here. And he looked…pale. Unwell.

No—he wasn’t unwell. 

“Heeseung, what—are you okay?” You asked, stepping back to let him in. 

He didn’t respond right away and didn’t move from his spot. His body was tense, hands clenched tightly at his sides like he was fighting something. Eventually, he entered and you closed the door behind him, heart hammering. 

“What’s going on with you? Why did you come here?” 

He turned to you then, finally, his gaze locking with yours—and for the first time since you met him, he looked desperate. “I didn’t want to come here,” he rasped. “I tried to stay away. I really did.”

Your throat went dry. “Stay away from what?” 

Heeseung sighed—the simple sound contains so much tension. “I can’t keep pretending anymore. I’ve tried to only feed on your energy but—it’s not enough. I know you’ve suspected something by now. I’ve seen the way you looked at me.”

“You’re not human, aren’t you?” You whispered. 

“No,” he breathed, eyes flickering red for just a split second. “I’m not.”

You stared at him, your back brushing against the wall now. “Then what are you?”

“I’m a vampire,” he confessed, the word hanging heavy between the two of you. “And I’m trying so hard not to hurt you right now.”

You could see it—the way his jaw clenched, the way he kept his distance like your scent was driving him mad, insane. His whole body trembled, not with fear, but hunger. Pain. 

“I didn’t mean to feed on you,” he continued. “It just—happened. I didn’t think I’d get addicted to you.” 

You were trembling now but it wasn’t from fear. It was from the weight of truth. From how raw and broken he looked. 

“And now? What are you planning to do?” You asked quietly. 

Heeseung’s eyes glowed faintly under the lights. “Now, I need you to either kick me out, or tell me to stay.”

Your lips moved before your mind could process it. “Stay.”

He flinched. “Don’t say that. Not when you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I don’t care,” you replied, stepping closer, ignoring how your hands were shaking. “You’re in pain and you came to me. I don’t want you to suffer any longer. Let me help you, please?” 

Heeseung’s breath hitched, eyes snapping to you in disbelief. “Are you sure? Do you know what you’re offering me?”

You swallowed thickly, cocking your head to the side—exposing your unblemished, clear neck for him. Like you were surrendering yourself to him, letting him take you. “You want this, don’t you?” 

Heeseung’s eyes fluttered shut, jaw tightening like it physically hurt him to look. “Don’t tempt me,” he whispered.

“I’m not,” you said, your voice barely audible. “I trust you.”

Those words were the final straw and something in him snapped. Heeseung closed the remaining distance, one arm slipping around your waist to hold you steady as the other gently cradled the back of your head. He ducked his head, greedily inhaling your scent, nearly moaning out loud at how intoxicating your scent was. He could feel his sanity slipping away as every second passed. His lips hovered over your neck, lips shaking as his fangs grew from where it was hidden. 

“Last chance to back out,” he whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck, allowing him to be completely engulfed in your scent. 

“I’m not backing out,” you replied, eyelids fluttering shut when he tightened his grip on your waist.

And then—you felt it. A brief, sharp sting, like the prick of a needle, followed by a flow of rush of warmth. It wasn’t painful. In fact, it was enjoyable. You briefly remembered the movie you had watched, vividly remembering how the female lead was enjoying herself while she was being fed on. And now you know why she was acting like that. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper, knees buckling and hands gripping onto his drenched, heavy hoodie. 

You could feel him trembling against you, fighting to stay gentle, controlled. He drank like someone trying not to drown in thirst, like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the world. And then, as quickly as it started—it stopped. Heeseung pulled away, panting softly against your shoulder, hands still gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d collapse. His lips were red, with blood—your blood on them. His eyes were back to normal, no longer red. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I tried to stop sooner. I shouldn’t have—”

You didn’t know what took over you. Maybe it was due to you being light-headed. Maybe it was due to the heat of the moment. Or maybe, just maybe, it was due to you directly comforting your feelings for him. 

Nothing you read in those cliche romance books could compare to the feeling of your lips pressed together. It feels right, like Heeseung was the final missing puzzle piece and with him, you were able to complete your puzzle. He eagerly reciprocated it, the hand previously cradling the back of your head moved to rest it against your left cheek, thumb drawing invisible lines on your skin. His other hand rested against the hem of your shirt, thumb sliding underneath to trace random patterns—sending shivers down your spine. 

The taste of metallic invades your mouth but you don't care. In fact, you find it rather arousing to be able to taste your own blood. Heeseung groaned when you obediently parted your lips, allowing him the chance of exploring your warm, wet mouth with his tongue. You choked out what sounded like a mixture of a whine and whimper when he leisurely sucked on your tongue, causing your knees to buckle. You would’ve fallen to the ground if Heeseung didn’t carry you in his arms. 

Without breaking the kiss, he brings you to your bedroom—like he has been here before. He gently placed you down on the bed and finally, broke the kiss. A trail of saliva snapped into half when he leaned his head back, drinking in the sight of your current state. To say you were breathtaking would be an understatement. Your eyes were dazed and misty. Your swollen, bruised lips were stained with your blood and some were trickling down your chin, disappearing underneath your shirt that he was tempted to rip it off you. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, in awe with the sight before him. Your face turned red, growing shy when he couldn’t stop staring at you. 

“Hee,” you whined, lips jutting down in a pout. “Do something, please?” 

Heeseung groaned at how you were sweetly pleading for him. He made quick work of your clothes and tossed it to the floor, not caring where it landed. He was wearing a black tank top with his sweatpants while you, on the other hand, were naked. You yelped when your vision flipped a whole three-hundred sixty degrees, resulting in you seated on his lap while Heeseung leaned against the bed frame, a lazy, arrogant smirk stretched across his handsome face. 

An involuntary gasp left your lips at how he purposely flexed his thigh, the friction against your already soaked, leaking folds made you whine, head tilting back. Heeseung chuckled, the sound seemingly loud in your room. 

“You like that?” He murmured, eyes never leaving your face. When you nodded your head, he rested his hands on your waist, drawing circles on your skin. “Yeah? How about you ride my thigh? Wanna watch you cum without me touching you.” 

You whined at his words, sending heat straight to your gut. Not wanting to disappoint him, you rested your hands on his upper thigh and began moving your hips back and forth. At first, it was awkward as Heeseung kept staring at you. But the awkwardness was replaced with pleasure once you found a steady rhythm. Besides, the delirious feeling of the fabric of his sweatpants against your cunt was getting to you, enough to make you feel light-headed. And embarrassingly, enough to make you cum, leaving a dark, wet spot behind as evidence. 

You pawed at his tank top like a desperate puppy, frustrated tears brimming in your eyes. Heeseung coos, voice dripping with faux sweetness. He reached out, resting one hand against your cheek and you were quick to lean into his touch. 

“Aw, what’s wrong, princess? Is it not enough for you?” He purrs.

You opened your mouth, wanting to reply, only to gasp when his other hand had sneakily snaked its way between your thighs. With his index and middle fingers, he parted your folds, wanting to take a look at the mess you had made. 

“Heeseung!” You cried out when he pushed two fingers in without warning. 

The vampire cursed under his breath at how tight you feel, your walls clamping onto his fingers for dear life, not wanting to let him go. His mouth waters, the temptation to taste you increases as he fingers you, pulling and pushing his fingers back in. You were practically leaking like a faucet, coating the two long, slender digits with your slick. Your ears turned red at the loud, obscene squelching sounds echoing amongst the four walls. 

You forgot how to breathe when Heeseung brought the fingers—the very same fingers that were inside you, to his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he slips them into his mouth. A pink and reddish tongue darts out, licking away at your slick. You couldn’t do anything, only sitting prettily on his lap, like you were his trophy wife, watching as the vampire gets a taste of what heaven feels like. 

“Fuck, you taste divine, sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling his now cleaned fingers out with an audible “pop”. 

Heeseung pulled you closer, pushing himself down the bed until his head was on your pillow. You knew what he wanted and to say you were excited would be an understatement. You let him manhandle you as he pleases, heat pooling in the depths of your stomach with how his strength easily overwhelms yours—something you find to be extremely attractive. Eventually, you were hovering over his face. He pulled you down until you were directly sitting on his face, not caring about breathing (Although, do vampires even need to breathe?).

The first contact of Heeseung’s tongue against your heated, damped skin nearly made you toppled over. He starts slow, gentle, warming the both of you up for the main dish to be served later. And despite how he had just started, you were already panting, breathless. You even had to grab a fistful of his hair to ground yourself. Heeseung’s tongue drags flat over your clit, purposely taking his sweet time in circling the bud peeking out with the tip of his tongue, drawing out a seamless stream of moans from you. 

“C’mon, ride my face,” he said, voice muffled with how he was burying his face deeper into your cunt. Heeseung was already addicted to your taste and for a moment, he wondered how he had managed to survive this long without tasting you. 

You tried to move but your thighs were quivering like fallen leaves, leaving him no choice but to guide your hips, moving you forward and back, in time with the stroke of his tongue, creating friction against your clit. Your mouth dropped open, forming a large ‘O’ shape as you begin moving on your own, after being provided some guidance. Heeseung was pleased, judging from how he hummed in satisfaction. 

All it took was one mischievous curl of that skillful tongue of his, slipping past your folds and pushing in deep, and the taunt string inside snapped. You let out a high-pitched, downright pornographic moan as you cum hard on Heeseung’s tongue. You tried to pull away, not wanting to suffocate him but his grip on your hips tightened—a silent, unspoken warning. You nearly fell over, no longer having any strength but Heeseung was quick to move you off of him. 

You squeaked at how his face was dripping with your slick. Droplets of it trickled down his face, landing on your pillow and the sheets. His nose and lips were glistening underneath the light. Heeseung laughed at your flustered reaction, turning to place you on your back with him hovering over you. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, about to wipe it off on the sheets when an invisible light bulb went off in his mind. 

“Here, how about you taste yourself?” He asks, collecting your slick with two fingers and hovers near your lips. 

Your eyes flickered between his expectant face and fingers. You parted your lips and Heeseung was quick to shove it down your throat, making you gagged at the sudden intrusion. You obediently cleaned his fingers as thoroughly as possible, not wanting to leave any spot uncleaned. When he pulled them out, he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your muffled sounds. 

“H-Hee, wan’ you,” you begged against his lips. 

“Where do you want me? Use your words and tell me,” he asks, eyes twinkling at the scowl you shot him. 

With the remains of your sanity and courage left, you wrapped your legs around his waist, using his split moment of being surprised to pull him down so his cock was directly against your sensitive cunt. You gulped when you could feel how big he was, even through his sweatpants and boxers. You didn’t know how it’ll fit in you but only time will tell. 

“Wan’ you here, please?” You pleaded, looking at him through your eyelashes. 

Heeseung groaned, hands fumbling to remove his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his cock that was proudly standing upright against his stomach. The tip had turned an angry shade of reddish-purple due to the lack of attention. You parted your legs, rearranging the pillow and slid another one underneath your hips for support. Digging your hands into the sheets, you watched in bated breath as he aligned himself against your entrance—

Only for him to not push in. 

Instead, he decides to tease you by moving his cock in slow, teasing circles around your clit. You whined, shuffling forward, trying to get him to be inside you but Heeseung moved away, drawing a sound of protest from the sudden distance. You made grabby hands, looking at him through teary eyes—attempting to plead for mercy, hoping that somewhere in him, there’s a part of him that’s weak for you. 

Luckily, Heeseung was already reaching his limit. He shoves himself in in one go, cock filling you up and hitting the right places in one, simple motion. Your back arched off the bed, head tilted back to expose your neck that has a singular bite mark left behind by him. You cried out, feeling yourself being split apart on his cock. Your legs trembled, walls pulsating as you tried to get used to his girth. 

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he cursed, pulling out until his tip was inside and moved his hips forward, drawing more angelic sounds from you. 

Determined to hear more, Heeseung started off strong, hips furiously snapping against yours with no mercy. Creaking sounds could be heard along with the bed frame hitting the wall at equal intervals. Your cries blended in with Heeseung’s moans, creating a harmonious symphony that’s music to his ears. You reached for him and he was quick to follow, leaning down to kiss you, tossing your legs over his shoulders until he was bending you in half. 

It wasn’t really a kiss, not when you were panting and whimpering against his lips. But with the close proximity, Heeseung is able to get a front-row seat for every microexpression you make. How you furrowed your eyebrows when his cock hits the same spot that made you see stars. How you bit down on your bottom lips. He reached out, thumb pressed on your bottom lip and you looked at him, already gone. 

“Open your mouth,” he demands, a twinge of satisfaction purrs at how you compiled without hesitation. Gathering as much saliva he could, he spits into your mouth, smirking at how you clenched down on his cock at his action. 

“Swallow.” 

You whined, obeying his words and he hums. 

“Good girl,” he coos, savoring the way you shuddered at the praise. He decides to tuck it aside for a later time. Right now, he wants to focus on making you cum for the third time with his cock. 

Heeseung increased his rhythm, hand now fiddling with your clit—spreading your folds apart to look at how you’re connected together. He knew you were reaching your climax, with how your muscles tightened and how your moans were getting more high-pitched, breathless “ah, ah, ah” spilling endlessly from your lips. His eyes landed on your neck, more specifically, the other side of your neck that was clean from any bite marks. 

Before he could think twice, he ducked his head, sinking his teeth into your neck, drinking your blood. That was enough to tip you over the edge. You came with you chanting his name like a prayer and Heeseung was quick to follow suit, releasing his seed deep inside you. He collapsed on top of you, earning a squawk from you as you smacked his shoulder. 

“Ew, get off! You’re sweaty!” You complained, only for your voice to be reduced to a whimper when he subtly moved. The small movement made his cock rub against your sensitive spot. 

“How cruel. Treating me like this when I just blew your back out,” he whined, burying his face in your neck, tongue darting out to lick at the new bite mark, watching as it heals with his saliva that has healing properties. 

You scrunch your nose. “Ugh, please never say that again.” 

Laughing, Heeseung slowly pulled out and you wanted to close your legs, only for him to stop you. You gulped at the evident desire in his eyes. He shifted to his elbows, face hovering dangerously near your stretched out and overly-sensitive cunt. 

“Let me clean you up, alright?” He grins and you know you’re in for a long night… 

~

The next morning, you were in the kitchen making coffee when the door was pushed open. You groaned, knowing it was your roommate who had returned from her trip. The door slammed shut as she dumped the keys on the small glass bowl she had got for the both of you. 

“Hey, you! How’ve you been?” She greeted you, embracing you in a bone-crushing hug. You would have dropped your coffee if you didn’t place it down on the counter. 

Returning the hug, you smiled and pulled away. “I’m good. How was the trip and your family?” 

Your roommate rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you won’t believe what I had to go through—”

“Baby, why didn’t you wake me up?” 

Oh great. 

The two of you turned to the new voice, to see Heeseung with half-opened eyes and messy hair. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only in his sweatpants as he leaned against the kitchen doorway. Your roommate openly gaped, head snapping back and forth as she looks at the two of you, connecting the dots together. 

You sighed, already knowing what she’s planning to say. “Dont—”

“I was away for one month and I came back, to see you’ve gotten yourself a boyfriend!?” 

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[wonfaery]

I SNUCK INTO YOUR ROOM – L.HS

THINKING ABOUT STEPDAD!HEESEUNG WHO IS AN INSATIABLE FREAK AND USES YOU WHENEVER HE WANTS.

CW — STEPCEST, DADDY KINK, UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP, CHEATING, UNPROTECTED SEX, CREAMPIE. MDNI

You’re not sure how it all started. Somewhere along the lines of your mom’s third marriage, her sweet husband revealed his true nature to you. Since then, you took pleasure in being his toy; in letting him use you because your mother wasn’t enough for him. The thing about your stepdad is that he never cares when or where. If he wants your pussy, he’ll take it.

And you’re always too happy to give it to him because you’re addicted to his cock.

That’s why you find yourself face down with your ass up on your bed, moaning into your pillows as he thrusts his thick cock into your tight hole. It doesn’t matter to either of you that your mom is sleeping down the hall in the other room. What daddy wants, daddy gets.

“Fuck, daddy!” You cry, arching your back so he can fuck you deeper.

“Shh, baby,” Heeseung shushes you through a deep groan, smacking your ass as a reprimand. “You have to stay quiet.”

Your juices paint your stepdad’s dick as he rubs your ass to soothe it. The petulant whine you let out makes his dick throb, and he starts to fuck you harder for being such a nasty girl. Your room reeks of sex and filthiness as he drills his cock into your sopping pussy. Heeseung’s been fucking you for a long time now, and you can no longer stay quiet.

Not that he actually cares. You knows he secretly loves how you can’t ever stay quiet when he fucks you.

Heeseung briefly thinks that maybe he shouldn’t be taking such a big risk and fucking you while his wife is sleeping in their shared room, but the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. Not when his big cock stretches you out just right. You can feel his thick veins slide against your velvety walls as his every thrust becomes rougher than the last.

“Sorry,” you mewl pathetically, not really meaning the apology. “Y-You’re just so deep, daddy.”

Your cunt squeezes him tightly, eliciting a deep groan that’s like music to your ears.

“Yeah?” He laughs, drinking in the way you’ve already gone dumb on his cock. “You like having daddy all up in your guts, baby?”

He revels in the way your fucked out yes! mixes in with the sound of your ass bouncing back on his pelvis. Your stepdad’s hips don’t stop, especially when he sees you bury your face in your pillow to try and muffle the filthy cries you’re letting out. He grins deviously, loving how you’re always trying to be such a good girl for him.

“Shit. This pretty little pussy was made for my cock, huh, baby?” Heeseung grunts, thrusts getting more aggressive when he feels you clenching around him.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the feeling in your stomach starts to tighten. His long fingers dig into your hips to help you meet his thrusts. Your whimpers are getting louder which makes your stepdad grin sleazily.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy!” You moan into your pillow.

“I know, baby girl,” he coos at you sweetly, eyes locked on the cream you’re leaving on his dick. “Let go for me. Cum on daddy’s cock.”

It just takes a few more deep thrusts for you to gush all over your daddy’s dick. You cry out loudly as Heeseung just keeps fucking you relentlessly through your orgasm. He can feel his own release approaching quicker just seeing you cream on his cock.

“That's it, baby,” Heeseung groans, slapping your ass again. “Such a good girl for daddy.”

Your legs start to shake when your stepdad grinds his cock deeper into your pussy. His weeping tip kisses your cervix in a way that makes your cunt gush with more arousal. Pleasure shoots up your spine when his hand reaches around to pinch your clit. Heeseung grins when you pull your head up from your pillow to let out a loud squeal. His hands move to your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft skin harshly.

A choked moan leaves your lips. The squelching from his dick pistoning into your cunt sounds loud and salacious in your room. His rough thrusts grind your clit against your sheets, sending molten heat to pool in your belly. At this point, you don't try to be quiet anymore—not that either of you care.

“Filthy little girl,” Heeseung groans, the sound of you falling apart on his cock for the second time pushing him closer to the edge. “Your mom could walk in at any time and see me pounding your little pussy. What would you do then, hm?”

His cock brushes against your g-spot, making you squeal and clamp down on him. “Daddy!” You cry out. “Please cum in my pussy!”

Heeseung coos lovingly. “Since you’re asking so nicely, I'll pump you full of my cum, but only on one condition.”

You mewl desperately, hips moving back to get him to give you what you want.

“Cream on my cock again, and I'll breed your sweet little pussy until you’re dripping with my cum.”

You shudder and moan out his name, hips moving wildly to meet his harsh thrusts. Quicker than either of you expect, your orgasm hits. Your warm walls clamp and pulse around his thick cock as Heeseung fucks you harder and harder. He moans out your name deeply, burying his cock deep inside your hole, cum spurting from his tip as his balls empty into your pussy.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he fucks his cum deeper into you until neither of you can handle the sensitivity. Heeseung is breathing heavily, loving that he can feel your mixed cum slowly drip down to his heavy sack. He licks his lips, caressing your ass while making no move to slip his dick out of you.

“Such a good girl,” Heeseung’s voice is sweet and satiated. For now.

He quickly shifts you onto your back and gives you a sloppy, nasty kiss. You moan into each other’s mouths when he slowly starts rocking his hips, twitching cock still eager to be milked again.

“My sweet girl’s earned a reward,” Heeseung groans against your lips. “Daddy’s gonna fill you with cum all night for being so good.”

You clench around your stepdad’s cock, eager and ready to be stuffed to the brim.

[jakedustry]

I need enha smut headcanons

OT7 x fem!reader

wc 2.5k

warnings fingering, mirror sex, oral, phone sex, audio kink, manhandling, mutual masturbation, edging, temperature play, lingerie kink, nipple play, body worship, degrading + roughness, slight sub and dom dynamic in sunoo's, handjob, vaginal penetration, I might have missed some

↪ izzy adds... oh mae, you know I love you. This idea was so juicy but you already know that from the way we talked about it together. Sorry it took me so long to get it done </3 It's late and I did not read this after myself so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes btw :3

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HEESEUNG

Has an audio kink 

“You hear that?” His voice is low as he leans to whisper into your ear, his fingers sliding between your folds. The wet sound sends a shiver down his spine, his hard cock trembling, searching for some kind of pleasure. “You’re so wet, I haven’t touched you yet.” You whine, arching your back more and he groans, the sounds you make echoing in his ears. His name leaves your lips in a desperate plea and he immediately pushes two of his fingers in your hole. “Say it again. I want to hear you.” You do as he asks, repeating his name over and over again as he fingers you, making your eyes roll back. “I’ll have to record this next time,” he whimpers. “And have your moans playing in my ears at all times.” 

Loves mirror sex

“Look at yourself,” he coos, circling your clit slowly as you bounce on his cock, your eyes closed from all the pleasure. He bites your shoulder and you finally listen to him, your eyes shooting to the mirror in front of you. You watch yourself bounce on his cock, one of his hands squeezing your breast while the other massages your clit, bringing you to your second orgasm that night. “You look so fucking good,” he says, thrusting his hips up, his eyes tracing the reflection in the mirror. 

Into phone sex 

“Wait, fuck, I’m almost in my room,” he says, in a hurry as he unlocks the door of his hotel room, hoping no one saw the bulge in his pants as he passed by, your soft moans echoing in his ears. He pulls his pants down as soon as he reaches the bed, putting you on a speaker as his hand wraps around his cock, imagining it’s your pussy sucking him dry while you finger yourself on the other side of the country in his very own bed, wearing one of his shirts. His name rolls on your tongue with so much ease it has him groaning so loud he’s convinced Sunghoon can hear him from his room. But he doesn’t care, not when he knows you’re about to cum with him even when he is in a different city. 

JAY

Needs to make you cum at least once before even undressing himself

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asks between kisses, his thumb rubbing your clit while you sit on his lap. Your mouth hangs open, broken moans escaping your lips. You grind on his lap, leaving a wet patch on his thigh. He leans down to your neck, kissing your collarbone as his fingers find your entrance, finally pushing them in and giving you the pleasure you’ve been searching for. “Right– Right there,” you gasp, your head falling to his shoulder as he works you through your first orgasm. It’s only when you fall apart on top of him that he helps you lay on the bed, taking down his clothes and hovering over you. 

Manhandling king

You knew what being a brat would lead you to. It hasn’t been the first time you’ve had an attitude with your boyfriend, but not even knowing the consequences would stop you. Jay watches you throughout the entire dinner, his jaw clenched. It’s obvious to anyone who knows him that he’s mad, and you can only imagine what that means for you. 

As soon as you walk through the front door of his apartment, your back hits the wall beside you, your eyes wide as one of his hands finds your waist and the other rests beside your head. “You like being a fucking brat?” He questions, holding your jaw and making you look at him when you avoid his eyes. “Couldn’t be nice during dinner at least?” When you don’t say anything, he turns your body in the blink of an eye, your chest pressed against the wall now. He leans closer, pressing himself against your ass. “I need to fuck the attitude out of you, don’t I?”

Has the best aftercare 

You’re worn out when Jay lays down beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. You hum with a smile as he kisses your forehead, mumbling soft praises into your ear. You lay still for a while, simply cuddling and inhaling each other’s presence, until he gets out of the bed, walking over to your side and gently picking you up. You giggle as you wrap your hands around his neck, letting him carry you into the bathroom. When you sit down in the tub, you notice all the marks he has left on your thighs. Before you can comment on it and scold him, he’s already setting the water temperature to help you wash you up. 

JAKE

Gets himself off by simply eating you out 

Jake’s fingers are cold on your thighs, holding you in place as his tongue laps between your folds. You tug on his hair, your hips rolling against his mouth, trying to find more friction. He hums on your clit, a soft moan escaping his lips. Your eyes roll back, clenching around nothing when he sucks your clit. His hips thrust against the mattress but he doesn’t take any initiative in jerking himself off, too busy focusing on the sounds you make when he pleases you. 

Talks you through it + likes to watch you masturbate 

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he praises, slowly palming himself through his pants as he watches you, his eyes glued to the way your fingers pump in and out of your pussy. Your eyes roll back and you squeeze your thighs together on instinct. “Open them for me, baby. Let me see.” You whine but listen, giving him a clearer view. A curse slips past his lips, a groan following shortly after as he unzips his pants. “You’re doing so good, fuck. Rub your clit.” You follow his commands with ease, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure, pretty sure you could come just from his voice. He knows so as well, using up the very fact in his advantage as he leans closer to you, whispering into your ear. 

Doggy — > ass guy

Jake’s hands wrap around your ass, pulling you onto his lap with a smirk. You smile, grinding on top of him as you press your lips onto his, moaning quietly when he gives you a tight squeeze. It doesn’t take much longer and before you can fully comprehend his movements, you’re on the bed, your ass up in the air while you fist the bedsheet beneath you. “So pretty,” he groans, slamming his hips against yours. You’re sure there are red marks everywhere but you don’t care, not when his hand slides to your clit, massaging it gently as he leans closer to you, his stomach pressed to your back. “So fucking pretty.” 

SUNGHOON

Likes being in control and denying you orgasm 

A loud whine leaves your lips as he pulls his fingers away, a playful smirk spreading on his lips. You hold his wrist, trying to pull his hand back between your legs but he is stronger, resting his hand on your side instead. “What is it, hm?” He asks, his lips wrapping around your clit. You feel your orgasm building up again, gripping the sheets beneath you. But right when you’re about to cum on his mouth, he pulls away again, causing a whimper to escape your lips in protest. “You’d like to cum, huh?” He teases, satisfied with the cries you let out.

Has a lingerie kink 

Sunghoon’s eyes wander up from his phone, his jaw clenched when he sees you standing near the bed in a robe wrapped around you. He scans your figure, a smirk forming on his lips as he places his phone down and moves closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed now. You come to stand between his legs, smiling sheepishly as he unties your robe, letting it fall to the ground. He smirks when he sees the lace underwear you have on, his hands gripping your waist. “Wore this for me?” He teases, bringing you closer and placing a kiss to your stomach. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Let’s keep this on, shall we?”

Loves temperature play

The ice cube on your nipple makes you arch your body forward, your pussy clenching around nothing. “So sensitive,” he hums, leaning down and wrapping his lips around your breast. His hot breath replacing the cold ice cube makes you shiver, the moan that escapes your lips almost pornographic. You can feel him smirk against your body, as he rubs the ice cube down your body, trailing your curves. You gasp when he presses it against your clit, moving lower to replace the ice cube with his mouth again.

SUNOO

Loves breast/nipple play

You lay on your bed, your eyes following every one of his movements as he sucks on your nipple, massaging the other with his hand. You bite back your moan, your head spinning as his tongue circles your nipple, his thumb brushing over your sensitive bud when he switches to your other boob, making sure it’s not forgotten. “Sunoo,” you whisper, running a hand through his hair to make him look at you. He pulls away for a second, scanning you with his eyes. “Feels good?” He asks with a smile when he realizes you made him pull away just because of that. You nod, biting your bottom lip. He rolls your nipple between his two fingers, not saying anything else and simply watching your every reaction.

Is a sub mostly

Your smirk, your hand wrapped around his cock as he squirms under you, soft pleas and cries leaving his lips. “Just a bit more, baby,” you coo, squeezing his tip as you jerk him off. Your free hand slides between your own legs, gently rubbing your clit. He listens to your every word, whining under your touch. He has to bite his lip to prevent any sounds from escaping his lips when you position yourself on top of him, slowly sinking in. His head falls on the pillow behind him, his hands finding your waist as you ride his cock in a rhythm that suits your preference.

Teases just to fall apart under you later 

Sunoo opens his mouth to say more but before he gets the chance to, your lips crash with his and you pull him closer by the collar, making sure he shuts up. It’s been a long night of listening to him brag about how well he pleases you and that he could do so right then and there without a single care that you were outside. You didn’t mind it at first, chucking or rolling your eyes playfully every time he said something. You have enough of it now. If he wants to brag so much, he better start doing more than just talking. He rests his hands on your sides, keeping you close as he kisses you back, melting into your touch when you hold his neck while kissing him. All his plans disappear as you push your tongue into his mouth, his head turning blank. He couldn’t win this fight.

JUNGWON

Worships your body any chance he gets

Jungwon’s hands trail your hips, his touch gentle and soft. He places a few kisses to your stomach, slowly making his way up to your chest. He cups your breast, smiling as he massages them softly. A soft moan escapes your lips and you run your hand through his hair. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, helping you to sit on his lap. He squeezes your thighs, his eyes locked with yours as he kisses your chest again. “Absolutely beautiful, baby.” You smile, leaning down to press your lips onto his. “Gorgeous,” he mumbles, causing a soft giggle to escape your lips before kissing him again.

Loves being praised

“Fuck, it feels so good, Wonnie,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his as he thrusts into you. He groans, his cock twitching inside you. “Yeah?” — “Yeah,” you nod, biting back your moans. “You’re amazing. Filling me up so well.” His eyes roll, thrusting into you with more force now. His head spins as he listens to your moans, trying to match his thrusts with your sounds. “Fuck– Yes, Wonnie, exactly there.” It’s a matter of seconds before he finishes inside you, your words echoing in his ears.

Likes to be vocal — “be good for me, baby.” “That’s it, just like that” 

His moans fill your ear as soon as he slides his cock inside, soft praises leaving his lips. You whine, your hips rolling against his. “You’re so perfect,” he groans, pulling his cock out completely before thrusting back in. You gasp, your eyes rolling back as he leans down to kiss your neck. “Taking me so well.” — “You feel amazing,” he moans right after, his nails digging into the flesh of your waist. He would fuck you all day if he could. “Fuck– you squeeze me so well, I’m going to cum.”

RIKI

Public teasing

His hand settles on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze while keeping his eyes on your friends, nodding to whatever story your best friend was just talking about. Honestly, you completely turned off when you felt his hand on you, her words making it in by one ear and out the other right away. Your boyfriend leans closer to you and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice when he reaches your ear. “You’re squeezing your thighs together,” he whispers, briefly glancing at your friends on the opposite side of the table. “You should behave, love. What are they going to think if they find out?” It was easy to say Nishimura Riki knew how to make you weak in the knees. 

Into hearing you beg

“Tell me what you want, I can’t know if you don’t,” he coos, his thumb circling your clit. You squirm under him, closing your legs on instinct. He spreads them apart again with ease, his fingers teasing your wet hole. “Please,” you cry, your eyes closed and hips trying to rub on his fingers. “Please, Riki. I need– Need more,” you plea, his hum sending a shiver down your spine as he pulls his hand away instead. “No! No, please, I’ll be good. Please just–” you gasp when he thrusts two of his fingers into you without a warning, scoffing proudly as you moan into his ears, letting him know just how good he feels. 

Into watching you touch yourself 

“Open up more,” he commands, his hand lazily moving up and down his cock as his eyes wander all over your naked figure, his eyes stopping at your fingers buried deep inside your pussy. You obey, spreading your legs more to give him a better view as you finger yourself, your head falling back as your orgasm builds up. You moan his name on repeat, listening to his broken curses as he matches his speed to your. You pull out your fingers to rub your clit, looking at him again. Your mouth falls open but no sounds come out as his fingers replace yours and he brings you to your orgasm in the blink of an eye.

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a love that makes sense

── bucky barnes x fem!reader (former avenger, currently part of the thunderbolts*)

word count: 3.7k

clearing up a few things timeline wise, to avoid confusion. infinity war happens in 2018, thunderbolts* in 2027. the events of the winter soldier happen in 2014 so when i eventually mention how long reader and bucky have known each other, its 13 years.

no use of y/n but i do use she / her. no physical descriptors other than reader being shorter than bucky (sebastian is 5’11 - 6’ so do with that what you will). powers are similar to that of wanda maximoff, but i don’t write about them in this part. hero name is Dark Surge (where wanda’s powers have a red energy, your color is black, hence the name). readers parents are both dead.

baby girl is back on the big screen and my writing gears are turning again. inspired by @aquaticmercy! their entire masterlist is stunningggggg, and brb im gonna go re-read right now. this is my take on the secret wife trope with thunderbolts* bucky, but someone on the team already knows 👀

*NOTE: benjamin poindexter is not bullseye in this. i just need a name that’s easy to associate being a piece of shit with hshxjsidnxfj

also i am a slut for a backstory, so sorry if you hate long pieces but get a snack and get comfortable

SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS* BELOW THE CUT!!!

Bucky hated the idea of a gala to introduce the (rich) world to the team.

To the new Avengers.

Valentina said it would be good for you to show face, that it would be the first planned public outing as a group.

Sam Wilson had made it known he didn’t like you all using the Avengers as your team name, what with him trying to sue for copyright, and Valentina was a little too quick to point out that now was the time for a united front. The public needed to see that not only were you heroes, but that you were also a real team.

None of you could see how dressing up and playing nice with the upper class would prove that, but you all discussed and decided it was better not to argue.

Yelena pointed out that the Thunderbolts, or Avengers, or whatever the team name was, basically owned Valentina. Bob was on your side again, and even Valentina knew that all it would take was one of you going to the press to expose her.

But it was Alexei who said Valentina was right. The world knew who you all were as individuals, but they’d yet to see you as a team in a somewhat normal setting.

You suspected he just wanted a chance to dress up and have people admire him, but kept quiet about that.

But back to why Bucky hated the gala.

It wasn’t for him. It was true, he didn’t like the idea of having to put on a show, even though he was used to it since becoming a congressman. And he hated that he could hear the whispers of the general public, who often referred to him as the Winter Soldier behind his back.

No, he hated this for you.

Of everyone on the new team, you were the only one of the original Avengers. You’d joined shortly before Loki and the whole attack on New York, having been recruited by Steve.

And as the only original Avenger, people tended to pay extra attention to you. He knew without a doubt, you’d be smiling for more photos and answering more questions than any of them.

You loved what you did, that you got to help people. But you didn’t like how public it all was. You missed when you were an unknown vigilante working (mostly) alongside the law. When you took on smaller problems like robberies or attempted shootings. Because no one knew who you were back then, you weren’t often praised. And that was exactly how you wished it could’ve stayed.

What Bucky hated most, was how he wouldn’t be able to comfort you tonight.

He’s known he loves you since before he could even remember what love was. You tracked him down to his tiny apartment in Romania, but didn’t tell Steve right away. You gave him 6 additional months of peace, while slowly inserting yourself into his life.

And while his memory was foggy, he wasn’t stupid. He knew who you were when you approached him at that outdoor market he used to frequent, but he believed you when you said you had no intention of alerting Steve, yet. That you needed some peace and quiet too.

The first time you helped him through a nightmare, and held him as he sobbed and said he wanted the pain to end, that was it for him. When he woke up the next morning to see you curled up next to him, your hand on his chest as if you needed the reassurance his heart was beating, he knew he didn’t ever want a life without you.

And when you finally opened your eyes and smiled at him, for a brief moment it felt like all was right in the world. You seemed to know how he felt, because you simply moved closer and spoke softly as you told him everything was going to be okay, and that the 2 of you didn’t have to discuss feelings, but you felt the same way.

With all that went down once you finally did have to tell Steve where Bucky was, and all that happened after, your relationship was obviously kept a secret from, well, everyone.

Eventually the 2 of you felt comfortable enough to tell Steve, who smiled as if he already knew. And you then confessed that Nat knew, and had known for a long time because you needed someone outside of the relationship to talk to.

As time went on, the rest of the team each found out in their own way.

Tony found out when he overheard you talking to Nat about how you were terrified to tell him about you and Bucky. Tony was the closest thing you had to a dad, and you didn’t think you could handle him being disappointed in you.

Thankfully, he and Bucky had long ago sorted everything out, and he told you that he overheard you, but you had nothing to worry about. If you were happy, so was he.

Clint found out at the same time as Thor and Bruce, when the 3 of them had taken the elevator up to your floor of the tower to ask about an upcoming mission. They froze as soon as they got off of the elevator, and were met with the sight of you fast asleep, your head on Bucky’s chest as he lazily scrolled to find something good to watch. By then he was genuinely friends with everyone on the team, so he didn’t have much of a reaction to them.

But he sighed, knowing you wanted to tell them yourself. You’d just gotten back from a solo mission though, and were more tired than he’d seen you in a long time. So he simply looked at them and mouthed if you wake her, I will kill you.

All you had to do was mention to everyone that you both wanted to keep the relationship out of the public, and that was it. You trusted them, and knew nobody would ever say anything.

That was a long time ago, though. You didn’t know most of your teammates that well.

You were still on the fence about John. With the recent string of events that had taken place, he’d proven himself to be a good teammate and valuable asset to the team. And knowing what he saw in the void, you felt bad.

But that still didn’t erase the things he’d done in the past. You remembered all too well, what happened when you were working with Bucky and Sam and the wannabe Captain America showed up.

As for the other members of the team, well all except 1, they were nice enough, but you weren’t close enough with them (yet) for you and Bucky to feel comfortable revealing your relationship.

It wasn’t unusual to everyone else that the 2 of you spent more time with each other than any of them, after all you’d known each other longer. But you were worried that one day, someone would catch on before you had a chance to tell them yourself.

Which was how you found yourself in this unfortunate position, wandering around the massive room Valentina rented for the night. She instructed everyone on the team to go off on their own, mingle with the people. And do not stick together like a pack of wild animals being cornered.

Of course, it wasn’t lost Bucky that if your relationship was public, he could ignore her suggestions and just walk around with you, arm in arm. He could pull you in for a kiss, maybe even ask you to dance if these fancy galas did that sort of thing.

And it wasn’t lost on you that if people knew the 2 of you were together, you could comfort Bucky. Like right now, you can tell by the way he’s walking around with his metal hand in his pants pocket and his right hand holding a glass of champagne, the way he keeps looking around as if a threat is close by, that he’s anxious. And anxious probably isn’t even a strong enough word, because you know he hates these public events as much as you do.

“You always come to these things alone?”

You had enhanced hearing, but still felt like you were going to have a heart attack at the sound of an unexpected voice. How had someone managed to sneak up on you? You really had to work on not zoning out in public.

“Pardon?” Not wanting to seem rude, you put on a smile and turned to face the man on your left.

He was tall, and not bad looking. But something about the way he smirked at you put you on edge. He stared as if you were a prize to be won, or he needed time in the spotlight so he spoke to you, hoping one of the few invited members of the press would soon walk by.

“I just asked if you always come to Valentina’s galas by yourself.”

You hoped you didn’t sound as annoyed as you felt.

“Well this is the first event being thrown by Valentina, so no. It’s been a few years since the Avengers have thrown a gala. And even then, Tony only invited respected individuals that we worked with closely.”

The man scoffed. “Right. Guess my invites always got lost in the mail.”

“Guess so,” you shrugged.

“Now that I’m here though, I can keep you company.”

This guy needs to work on his subtlety, you thought to yourself.

You briefly surveyed the room, and found that Bucky’s eyes were already on you. You suspected that he’d been watching since the man first approached you.

You okay? He mouthed. You gave a slight nod, and he turned back to the person he was speaking with, though you knew he’d look back at you once you looked away.

“I’m actually meant to mingle with everyone, but I appreciate the offer…”

“Benjamin Poindexter,” he held his hand out. You hoped your smile was convincing as you shook his hand. He held on just a little too tight, for a little too long.

Before you could step back, you and Benjamin were both startled as a hand not at all gently gave him a pat on the shoulder. You looked to see Alexei, and were never more relieved to see him than you were in that moment.

“How are we doing this evening, huh?”

Benjamin opened his mouth to answer, but Alexei had already put his arm around you and had begun leading you in another direction. Almost as an afterthought, he turned back around.

“Sorry I need her for official superhero business, you understand.”

Only when you were nearly across the room, did Alexei finally stop walking. “Should I kill him?”

You laughed, but had to stifle it when you saw his completely serious facial expression.

“I— no. Hey look at me, no killing him, right?”

“Maybe I just accidentally—”

“No. I really appreciate you saving the day, but I think he was just a weird fan who managed to sneak his way in. Promise me he’ll leave here alive.”

“Oh okay okay, I get you. I wait until he leaves and then—”

“Alexei!”

Yelena approaches, having heard the tail end of your conversation.

“Trust me, I wish I could kill men simply for being creepy as well. But the public won’t love Red Guardian so much for killing a man out in public just for being a creep.” She turned and whispered in your ear, “he won’t be able make it l look like an accident. But I can. We’ll talk later.”

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What feels like a lifetime later, but is really maybe an hour, you’re all seated at dinner. And of course in another effort to whore you all out to the public make people think the Avengers were just like everyone else, the entire team were sat at different tables.

“Well well well, guess it’s my lucky night.”

Oh fuck me, you thought as Benjamin took the seat next to you. How had you not noticed his name on the place cards?

“Hello,” you gave him a nod and tight lipped smile, before turning to survey the room once again.

Alexei held up a steak knife and motioned to Benjamin when he wasn’t looking. When you shook your head, he sighed and resumed conversation with the man he’d been talking to.

You were sad that Bucky was on the other side of the room, so you wouldn’t be able to see him after this long and boring dinner was over.

Ava and Alexei were the only ones who lucked out with table mates.

You turned to your right and saw John sat between 2 men who both seemed to be vying for his attention. He caught your eye, and you laughed and mouthed having fun?, and had to force yourself to not laugh when he slowly raised his hand to flip you off.

Yelena was a few tables away, resisting the urge to grab her steak knife and shove it in the throat of the man speaking to her. He clearly just loved the sound of his own voice, and she hadn’t even gotten a word in. The topic? Himself, of course. And how he could’ve been a hero too if life had dealt him better cards.

Bob was the only one who’d been excused from tonight. Understandably, as he was still recovering from recent events.

Earlier you offered to stay back and hang out with him. The rest of the team agreed that might be a good idea, until Valentina swooped in and immediately said no. That everyone would be wondering where the only original Avenger on the team was.

“So being an Avenger and all that, do you have a lot of free time?” Benjamin asked.

“Umm no, not really. Between missions and writing the reports and training, I don’t have a lot of time for myself.”

“That’s a shame. I was hoping to take you out some time,” he put an arm around your chair while also scooting his closer.

That’s when you finally stood up. “I’m not dating anymore, but again I appreciate the offer. If you’ll excuse me.” You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else before you started to walk away.

Valentina unintentionally saved the day, calling you over to talk to a mayor of some city a few states away. Why he was at this dinner, you had no idea. But after only a minute of conversation, you could tell he was genuinely a nice guy, so this was already a lot better than talking to Benjamin.

After everyone finished eating, the team mingled with guests for another hour before things finally started to wind down. Half an hour after that, and only a handful of people remained.

“Ready to head home? I’m exhausted,” Ava was the last of the group to approach the table you’d all gathered at.

“Yeah,” you looked around the table, “shit. I think I left my phone in the bathroom. I’ll meet you guys at the car.”

Everyone slowly stood up and gathered their things, but Bucky lingered near you. “I can wait for you,” he offered.

You could see he was just as mentally exhausted as you were, maybe even a little more. “It’s okay, I’ll meet you at the car in a minute, I think my phones on the counter by the sinks.”

After double checking, he nodded and turned around to look at the team. They were all talking amongst themselves as they headed to the doors, so Bucky took the opportunity to take your hand in his. “You did good tonight doll, proud of you.”

“Right back at ya’ Sarge,” you smiled.

You held hands a few seconds more, before expertly letting go and making it seem as if you just walked side-by-side. Unbeknownst to each other, you were both thinking that you couldn’t wait until the day came where you didn’t have to do that.

Once exiting the ballroom / banquet room, Bucky turned left and made his way to the exits, while you went right and headed for the restroom.

When you saw your phone sitting exactly where you thought it’d be, you felt relief. As you walked back out, you scrolled through your missed messages and calls, not looking up from your phone.

“There you are.”

You’d later swear your heart stopped when you heard Benjamin’s voice again. And you mentally cursed yourself for not paying attention to your surroundings. This was now 3 times the same man managed to sneak up on you.

“Hi,” you quickly nodded before taking a step towards the doors.

“Not so fast,” his hand reached out to grab your arm, and he wasn’t at all gentle.

You sighed as you tried to remove your arm from his grip, but fear quickly replaced annoyance when you realized he was stronger than he looked. And when he looked up, gone was that smug smile. Now he only looked angry.

“All night you’ve been such a fucking bitch to me, and for what?”

“Let go of me. You clearly know who I am, so you know what my powers are. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He laughed, then leaned down so his face was only inches from yours.

“You think you’re too good for me, because you’re an Avenger and I’m not? I could’ve been a hero too, you know.” He laughed, although there was no humor behind it. His grip on your wrist tightened as he gave you that sick smile. “I can—”

You didn’t get to find out what it was he could do, before a hand reached from behind you and wrapped around Benjamin’s throat. In seconds, he was pinned against the wall.

And even if the hand around Benjamin’s throat wasn’t metal, you still would’ve known who it was that was behind you.

“James,” you turned around and smiled. “I could’ve handled him.”

“Oh I know you could’ve,” he tightened his grip as Benjamin tried to speak and continued to try and remove Bucky’s hand. “You could’ve kicked his ass, but you shouldn’t have to.”

By then, the rest of the team had all come back into the room. Benjamin looked to them as if to silently ask for help, but suddenly they were all preoccupied with the floors and ceilings. Alexei even went so far as to whistle and brush invisible crumbs off of his suit jacket.

Bucky shook his head as he finally dropped his left hand, allowing Benjamin to breathe properly for the first time in a couple of minutes. Any relief he felt was short lived though, because Bucky almost immediately used his right hand to slam him back against the wall.

“You’ve been bothering her all night. And I know exactly who you are. Dishonorable discharge from the Army for sexual misconduct against female superiors. Looked into you after you bothered her the first time. And she,” he nodded towards you while never taking his eyes off of Benjamin. “Has been too polite to tell you to fuck off, but I’m not. If you so much as breathe in my wife’s direction again, it’ll be the last breath you ever take. And if you tell anyone about what’s going on right now, I can promise you that you’ll only wish you were dead.”

With that, he let go, and Benjamin fell to the ground as he tried to catch his breath. He got up after a moment, a hand on his neck as he scrambled for the doors.

“You’re all fucking psychopaths!” He yelled. Yelena took a step towards him, causing Benjamin to yank the doors open, probably running faster than he had in his entire life.

“You okay doll? I knew something was off when you were gone longer than a minute. I meant what I said, I know you could’ve handled it, I just��”

“It’s okay,” you placed your right hand in Bucky’s left. “I kinda like when you come to my rescue.”

You took a deep breath before turning to face the team, all staring at you with wide eyes and open mouths. “I know you have questions, and I promise we’ll answer them all… eventually. Let’s just get home first.”

Alexei immediately opens his mouth. “So you two—”

He was stopped by Yelena, who grabbed his arm and began walking towards the car. “Chop chop let’s go people I have a lot of questions.”

Only a few minutes later, you all finally slumped back in your seats.

“Former Winter Soldier and vigilante both turned Avenger, meet and fall in love. Beautiful!” Alexei grins, giving you a thumbs up in the rear view mirror.

Bucky takes your hand in his, apologizing once again for letting the cat out of the bag.

“Seriously though,” Ava leans forward in her seat. “Does no one know about you two?”

You shrug, “the… original Avengers, is that what we call them? Anyway, they all found out a long time ago. Natasha was actually the first one I told.”

Hearing that you confided in her sister brings a smile to Yelena’s face.

The rest of the ride to the tower is silent. And you end up falling asleep leaning on Bucky’s arm. At one point, he turns and places a soft kiss on your head. The team all turn to look at each other, as if silently asking if they were really all that blind. How had they missed this??

You wake up just as Alexei not so delicately comes to a stop as he waits for the gate to the parking structure to open.

“At least I can finally do this now,” Bucky smiles as he walks next to you, slipping his hand into yours as you head into the tower.

When you all walk into the downstairs lobby area, Bob is there.

“Saw you guys pull in on the cameras. Figured I’d wait to see how the night went.” He looks at you and Bucky holding hands, and smiles. “Oh you guys finally told them!”

All eyes are on you again.

“What the fuck!”

“Wait BOB knew?!”

You and Bucky turn to look at each other. “This is gonna be a looong night.”

why this is called “a love that makes sense” is coming in part 2!

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RAHHHH this took so long I’m so sorry (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) Mostly because halfway through researching him it was like… you’re an Al Haitham, and I fucking hate that guy. You also didn’t specify much so I made Anaxa a sub, since I personally lean more dominant, I’m open to redos if you’d like! I also threw in a short Drabble as compensation <3

Anyways, hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait!! (One helluva username btw)

❝ Take it slow, put it down on me I said jump on it, ride like a pony Lights down low, time to get naughty ❞

→ Anaxagoras may have power and mystery in public, but behind closed doors, he’s secretly thrilled when you take the reins. The moment you push him down by the shoulder or whisper what you want, that ever-calm expression falters — just slightly. It’s the only time his carefully maintained control crumbles, and he likes it.

→ You love to make him straddle you — his long silver hair messy around his face, breathing shallow, eye wide with anticipation. When you hold his wrists behind his back or have him ride you slow and steady, his soft gasps and clenched jaw are everything.

→ He’s articulate, but when it comes to asking for what he wants — being touched, being taken, being praised — he hesitates. You use it to your advantage, making him squirm with low demands:

“Tell me you want me to ride you again.” He’ll hesitate, throat dry, then obey — quietly, obediently. And when he finally does, it’s devastatingly pretty.

→ He’s usually the one talking in riddles and cool analysis — but once you start grinding down on him or whispering dirty praise, his mouth becomes a mess. Half sentences. Little groans. Quiet pleases he never thought he’d say. Bonus if you tug on his earrings or kiss just under his jaw.

→ He tries to stay composed—but when you start going faster, deeper, rougher, he loses the rhythm of his own voice. His words come out rushed and strangled:

“Y-Yes, just like that, wait— wait- don’t stop—” It’s music to your ears. He hates how quickly he comes when you’re in control, and you love pushing him past the edge.

→ When things get rough, he loves being grabbed by the back of his silvery hair and tugged into place. Biting his throat, leaving visible marks across his collarbone — it makes him shiver. He’s so pale that every bruise shows beautifully, and you delight in that.

→ He’s the definition of a pillow prince — he will lay back and let you ride, fuck, take your time, and won’t complain. But don’t mistake him for passive: his hands roam with purpose, his teeth graze where you know it counts, and that single intense eye contact from below? Devastating.

→ When he comes, it’s a full-body reaction. He arches, jaw slack, eye fluttering shut, and whimpers softly. You find it addictive to hold him there, trembling, overstimulated, and whispering sweet, filth-laced praise into his ear as he rides it out. He never knows if he’s being worshipped or wrecked — and that tension turns him on more.

→ After it all, he’s clingy in a low-key way: resting his head in your lap, letting you wipe him down, eyes half-lidded and dazed. Stroke his hair, whisper “good boy,” and he won’t even deny it — just hums quietly, face tucked into your skin like he belongs there.

→ Fitting for a philosopher, his safe word is “paradox.” It’s rare that he uses it, but it fits his aesthetic — and when it’s whispered, immediately pull him close, hold him until he's grounded again.

✦ "Lights Down Low" — Drabble; 1.3k

The first time you told him not to touch, he didn’t listen. Now? He wouldn’t dare.

You’re above him again tonight—just like that first time, only slower now, crueler in the way you savor him. The way you ride him without a rush, without mercy. He’s already on edge, his body betraying him with every twitch and whimper, but you haven’t even started to fuck him properly.

You're just… watching.

And he’s just… waiting.

Like a sword on display. All shine, all restraint. But underneath? He’s begging.

You lean in, lips near his ear, breath warm.

“Hands stay there,” you whisper, pressing his wrists back against the headboard.

And he nods. Because of course he does. Because your voice melts right through whatever icy pride he still thinks he has left.

“Good,” you murmur.

He doesn't even know what you did to him. Only that when you speak like that it folds him open in places even he didn’t know existed.

Your hips shift down and Aeons, he can’t help the sound that spills out of him, quiet and strangled, like shame wrapped in silk.

“Don’t make me hold you down,” you say, teasing. But there's a real warning in it.

“I- I’m not moving,” he breathes. And he means it. His arms ache to touch you, to pull you closer, to feel the curve of your spine under his palms. But you don’t want that tonight. You want him still — under you, for you, yours. And he gives it.

He always gives it.

Even if it kills him.

You start to move again — slow and deep. He can feel the slick slide of you around him, dragging over every hypersensitive inch of him, and it’s too much, already too much.

“Fuck,” he breathes, brows drawn tight. “Please…”

“Please what?” you ask, slow and cruel. “Tell me.”

He doesn’t answer at first. He can’t. He’s panting, barely able to breathe with the weight of how you’re rolling your hips — so steady, so controlled, it’s like you want him to fall apart in pieces. And maybe you do.

“Use your words,” you say. “Come on, Anax.”

A shiver runs down his spine. You only use his name like that when you mean to ruin him.

“…I- I want to come,” he admits, voice wrecked. “Please. Gods, just — let me…”

You tilt your head. Smile.

“Not yet.”

And it shatters something in him. Not because you denied him. But because he’ll obey.

You always make him obey.

You start to fuck him in earnest now — harder, deeper, riding him like you own every inch of him. And maybe you do. The way he reacts to you — throat tight, eyes glazed, hips trying so hard to stay still — it’s devotion. It’s surrender.

You reach down, hand splayed over his chest, pushing him into the mattress as you grind down.

“You look so pretty like this,” you say. “Falling apart underneath me.”

And he does. He knows he does. He can feel it in the heat flooding his cheeks, in the sheen of sweat on his body, in the way his cock twitches helplessly inside you, desperate for friction, desperate for permission.

Every sound he makes is for you. Every shudder, every breath, every whispered, broken plea.

You lean down and kiss him like you want to taste how far gone he is. He moans into your mouth and gasps when you pull away, eyes fluttering open.

“You wanna come, pretty boy?”

He nods frantically. “Please— please, I can’t—” He breaks off with a sob when your hips stutter just right.

“Then beg.”

And he does. Because pride is dust in the air when you're above him like this. He doesn't even know what he's saying — just your name, again and again, some mix of please and love and fuck and I need you so bad, I’ll die if you stop.

You must like the sound of it. Because you lean close again, nose brushing his cheek, lips at his ear.

“Come for me, Anaxa. I want to feel you fall apart.”

And when you say it like that, he doesn't stand a chance.

He comes with a sound you've never heard from him before—guttural, raw, like it's been torn out of him. His whole body arches up under yours, and he still doesn’t move his hands. He still follows your rules. He’s trembling, gasping, nearly sobbing from the intensity, from how hard you made him wait, from how good it felt to finally, finally be allowed to give in.

You don’t let up until he’s shaking. Until his legs won’t stop twitching and he’s gone soft inside you, ruined and sensitive and beautiful.

When you finally stop, you lower yourself gently over him. His arms drop—finally—and wrap around your waist. He buries his face in your throat, breath shallow, heart racing.

“I hate you,” he mutters weakly.

You smile into his hair. “No, you don’t.”

“…No,” he admits, barely a whisper. “I don’t.”

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[biteyoubiteme]

txt without protection

warnings: unprotected sex, creampies, mentions of choking, cockwarming?, orgasm denial, breeding kink, marking, fingering, birth control mentioned?, ummmm prob forgot some sorry >< wc: 2.7k (400-600 words each) an: well hello >< this is eh but yeah no one asked for this I just can't help myself lmao sooooo hope you enjoy <333 [m.list]

yeonjun .ᐟ

wears them because he knows it makes you feel more comfortable. He would do just about anything you suggested, condom, no condom, he couldn't care less so long as he had you. But even if you were on birth control, you feared getting pregnant, especially early into the relationship. But as time went on, the two of you got so secure that it slipped your mind more often than not. “We don't have a condom.” The swift reminder was enough to make sure yeonjun knew the boundaries; he didn't push to go any further than getting you off with his fingers or his mouth, less worried about himself when most of his pleasure came from seeing you get off.

But it never helped you to see him so understanding, so comforting, without a blink of an eye, it made you tempted each time to say it didn't matter anymore. Especially when it was after a long night, Yeonjun's hands on you, guiding you back to the elevator of your hotel. His soft kisses pepper along your skin, and he's quick to take off your clothes, moaning while you tug him free from his jeans. And for the first time, it's yeonjun to remind you that he's forgotten the condom, left at home without thinking, but you don't pull away. “I don’t care,” the words said between kisses, Yeonjun's reassuring questions only solidifying your decision.

He would give you anything you wanted, but as soon as he slipped in, he knew he wouldn't be able to pull out. Because for the first time, he wasn't chasing his high vicariously through you, but solely focused on himself only after half a thrust in. It was almost like it was the first time all over again, his amazement at the way your body took him in, eyes locked on the place the two of you met, his hand pressing right down over your pelvis until you started to squirm. “You take me so fucking well,” his stomach flexes with each drag of his hips, hair handing in his eyes and he curses. The feeling makes him dizzy, dragging him down to the beginning of something he will never come back from. And when you finish, back arching off the bed, he can't help but follow right after.

But it's the sight of your cunt leaking his cum that does it for him, still high off the feeling of you but pulled right back in by the view. He's quick to collect everything he can, pushing his fingers back into your still pulsing body, getting you off on his fingers without realizing it was happening with how distracted he was just watching his cum being pushed back in, over and over. His cock was already stirring back to life with the visual alone, “I don't think ill ever get tired of this,”

soobin .ᐟ

fully knows he has a breeding kink and tries to hide it at first, but not well. Uses condoms the first few times you're together because he feels it's the right thing to do, but you know almost instantly that he didn't want to.

As soon as he was in you the only thing he could think about was taking the condom off, all of his dirty talk consisting of, “fuck imagine how it would be raw-” “god, if I could fill you up I would,” “I'm going to fuck you so hard the condom breaks,” still makes you beg for him to fill you even when he wears one. But he is not impossible, he does not beg you to take it off, does not try to convince you that it would be better without one, he is unbothered if you plan to have him wearing condoms for most of your relationship so long as he gets to fuck you. he rolls it on with no complaint.

You know how badly he wants it, and you couldn't even deny you wanted it just as badly. His whispering promises to keep you stuffed full replaying in your mind over and over as if he were speaking your thoughts right out into the open between the two of you. So many times you almost told him to pull out and get rid of the thing, make well on all his words, and just do whatever it was he wanted. But you liked it so much better when you finally told him he didn't need one, “If you stay still, I'll let you put it in without a condom.” You watched the way his breathing jumped, his eyes not leaving yours as if looking for the trick in the words.

You only wanted to see how long he would last before taking over. And he started off so well, sitting against the pillows, head rolling back as you finally sank down onto him, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to swallow down his obscenely loud moans. He was holding onto your hips like a vice, fingerprints sure to be ingrained in the soft skin from how tightly he kept his hands. He was straining so hard not to move, panting with desperation, trying to grasp a single breath in his lungs before he died because that's what it felt like, dying because he couldn't move. “Does it feel good?” you asked so sweetly, brushing his hair back from his forehead, already coated in a fine layer of sweat. And he nodded, trying to as he clenched his lips closed, eyes falling shut as he tried not to think about how warm and wet you felt wrapped around him, everything he had ever wanted handed to him at what cost?

He wanted to be good, but the second you clenched around him, he couldn't stop himself. He only moved your hips just enough to feel the way you reacted, your lashes fluttering as he found the right spot. It was in that look that he didn't care anymore, flipping the two of you over and pummeling into your waiting cunt. “Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, arms wrapped around you, one hand at the back of your neck tucking you into his shoulder while the other was holding your ribs pushing your chest as close as he could get you. He didn't even care how embarrassing it was to finish so fast because he was fucking his first load right into you in no time, still hard and not stopping. Your soft whimpers keep him going, his thrusts matching his words, “fuck, imagine if I got you pregnant,” “god I'm going to fill you to the brim with my cum,” “I'm going to fuck you so hard everyone is going to know you're mine,”

beomgyu .ᐟ

the night the two of you met had been messy and drunken, condom well forgotten, and since then, never even brought up. And it wasn't as if they weren't around, the box in his nightstand drawer unopened and collecting dust. And it was in one moment when you teased him about needing to wear one that he was taken aback, “Why would I?” The look he had made you giggle, the pure concern written on his brow enough to make the teasing worth it. “Maybe as punishment for annoying me or just cause I said so,” it had been all fun and games, you liked it too much when he came inside you to actually suggest him wearing one, but his jaw clicked nonetheless.

He had you pinned to the mattress in seconds, hands working over your body, pulling off your clothes just to suck marks onto your neck, your chest, your stomach. He wanted you worked up, clawing at him back, trying to tug him closer when he started to prod his tip right against your entrance before pulling away. “No, no, no,” because he was leaving the cradle of your hips, your arms and reaching out for the nightstand, “it was a joke- I'm sorry, please gyu just fuck me-” because you had never felt so empty, seconds away from having him only to be left with nothing.

He didn't even argue, just slotting himself right back where he belonged, sinking into your warmth, both of you moaning out into the empty room. He would get so close to you, his hand around your throat, keeping you in place as he taunted you, “You feel how perfect we fit together?” all his slow thrusts building up as he questioned you, “You were made for me, don't you think?” you nodded too lost to the feeling of him pressed right against that sweet spot to form words.

He knows when you're close, feels it in the way your body starts to flutter around his, whimpers turning to gasps right before he pulls out. Any longer and he would have spilled everything, cock throbbing and begging to be back in you, sticky and bumping his stomach as you cried out. “Beomgyu!” your knees pulling in as if you could have stopped him from pulling out.

He wants to tease you more, make you watch him fuck his hand until his cum is spilling onto his fingers but he knows even touching himself a little bit when he was this close would end him. “It's just like filling a condom, you don't get anything. Isn't that what you said you wanted?”

“No, I'm sorry, please,” because your orgasm was already rolling away from you, your nerves right on the edge. “Maybe I should punish you for even thinking about me putting on a condom.” your fingers reached down to try and rub at your clit, his hand quick to tug it away, “no, your pussy is mine and if you think for one second you could tell me how I use it you're mistaken,”

“I'm sorry, I'm sor-” he doesn't even let you finish, pushing all the way in without warning, hips snapping into yours. Both of you cum hard enough to see stars, the slick sounds of him fucking his release back into you making your head roll back. And the next morning, you find that unused box of condoms waiting at the bottom of the trash like it never existed in the first place.

taehyun .ᐟ

the safest boy around, paranoid on the worst of days. He is dedicated to wearing a condom, making sure to always keep one on him, just in case. And when you start to bring up the question of maybe not wearing them anymore, since you’d been on birth control for nearly the entirety of your relationship. But he had responded with a simple, “Maybe,” as if you had asked him if he wanted to eat out instead of staying in for dinner.

You had dropped the topic all until the two of you were on the couch one evening, the lazy makeout turning into fumbling hands at waistbands. You were only a few feet from the bedroom, the nightstand stocked up, and yet still not close enough to want him to break away from you for even a second. And when he did try to pull away, you were quick to pull him right back, sinking your hips down on him, arms wrapped right around his shoulders, fingers twangling in his hair. His nose bumped along your cheek as he muttered, “I know what you're doing,” his hand sliding down your back, cupping your ass as you shake your head in confusion, “doing what?” breathless and not caring if you got caught.

But he knew you too well, and your little act. With the position you had taken, trying to keep him in place, you forgot one little detail: the fact that he was so strong and could lift you, flipping you on your back and pressing you into the couch cushions with nothing but his hips. His mouth hot at your ear whispering, “If you're good, I'll give it to you.” his fingers slipped into your panties, circling your clit just enough to have your response be a whimpered promise. And he will have you right on the edge of believing him, stripping you down and making you beg for his cock while his fingers are shoved deep into you, bulge rutting against your leg, a pretty wet spot of precum already dotting the fabric of his underwear.

If he were mean, he would get up and still grab the condom, make you roll it down over his shaft like a punishment before apologizing with fucking you but that would be underestimating the neediness that was eating him alive. So instead, he would promise not to put it in, give you almost exactly what you wanted, rubbing his tip right over your clit over and over until he was grinding his cock right against your slick folds. Your whining is so loud, the pleas desperately clawing at him, enough for him to shove his fingers into your mouth, the taste of you still on them as he quieted your words.

“Just the tip and I'll pull out.” It's a weak attempt at holding onto some control, but the second he just pushed in just enough, he knew it was a bad idea, his arms trembling to hold himself up, to keep himself steady when you're rolling your hips to get him in deeper. And just as he's about to finish, he's too lost to even care about a condom because instead of pulling out he pushes all the way in, triggering your orgasm just in time to take all the cum he's now spilling into you without a drop of regret.

kai .ᐟ

always uses one, makes sure to keep them at both of your places and has pulled away with that sad puppy dog look once he's realized he forgot to bring one with him to your small trip. His face flushed and hair a mess as he apologized. And it's so sweet the way he cares, knows that he would rather sacrifice and set the barrier between the two of you instead of worrying about pregnancy scares.

But now the two of you are far too gone to really care, already stripped down to your underwear, grinding on him while you promise it's okay, “you can pull out,” your whispered words pressed to his ear so tempting even when he knows himself. Because Kai didn't know if he would be able to stop himself the second he felt your wet cunt without anything in between the two of you. He already found it hard enough to not completely blow his load fast with a condom, but without? Felt impossible.

But you were dragging your hips just right, drawing his mind into every direction as you begged with whispering words of, “Please Hyuka, I need you,” It was enough to have him questioning if condoms were ever really needed because once he finally slipped in, feeling just how warm you were, just how close you could be, he was a goner. You had never seen that look on his face before, not so blissed out in nothing less than a second, brows close together, his mouth opened in a silent moan. His hips had a mind of their own, lost to anything but the feeling of you until he was sloppily fucking into you tucking his face into the crook of your neck, lips pressed to your pulse as he moaned with every drag, completely flush with every part of you.

And he almost didn't remember, almost. Because it was as the words were leaving his mouth that he was on the edge of his orgasm, that he realized he was far too close to filling you up with little room for remorse until after his high had washed away. So he tried to pull away, even when he didn't want to because he wanted to do right, but it was you who locked your legs around him, pressing the heels of your feet into his back to keep him right where he wanted to be. “No, please, I wanna feel it, please-” and he can't stop himself, his body melting into you before he starts to tremble, a low groan rumbling against your chest as he spills everything he has right into you. Even you're surprised with how long you feel him pulsing inside you, his whimpers so sweet as apologizes unable to stop his slow final thrusts to make sure all of his cum is pumped deep into you.

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I’d be interested to see soft dom hiromi. But could I request he be written with y/n having a praise kink instead of degradation? I’d love being his good girl 😭 🩷🥹

The way Hiromi softly doms you

Tags: Hiromi x fem!Reader, praise kink, sub space, NO age regression, nsfw, mdni

An: I am SO sorry it took me so long to put this out 😭

• Hiromi works long hours as a defense attorney. Far too often he gets caught up in court, so when he does finally get home, he needs a good girl like you to cheer him up!

• As soon as he’s home, he wraps his cute girl up in a big hug, and he just holds you to his body for a while. He’s silently decompressing from his day and counting his blessings for getting to come home to you each and every evening.

• Hiromi doesn’t talk about work to his girl. If he needs to vent, he’ll call and rant to Nanami on his way home. The more ignorant you are to his struggles, the better. He doesn’t want you fussing over him, and he wants you to just enjoy being his perfect girl.

• Hiromi’s the type of dom to take off his coat after a long day, still wearing the rest of his suit before he takes a seat on the couch. He guides you to sit on his lap. “Tell me about your day, baby.”

• He runs his fingers through your hair, listening to you yap about your day. Of course, he lets you be a stay at home wife. He prefers it that way so that nothing takes your time or attention away from him.

• He truly listens to all the things you tell him, even the pointless things. “Oh no, I’m sorry the store was out of your favorite creamer, sweetness. I’ll pick you up some on my way home tomorrow.”

• “Such a brave girl.” while his fingers are giving you gentle head scratches.

• All of the sweet/cute nicknames, “baby”, “pretty girl”, “sweetheart”, “darling”, “pumpkin”.

• Hiromi doesn’t make you dress a certain way. His eyes light up seeing you in all types of clothes, even if they are a little revealing. “My love, I can’t keep my eyes off of you. You’re magnetic.”

• He definitely doesn’t let you shy away from compliments. “Look at me, baby… Thereee we go.. Such a pretty girl.”

• Is such a pleasure dom. He just wants to hear your sweet moans and cute breathy whimpers all the time :(

• He loves when you sit on his face. He literally doesn’t want to breathe. He just wants to get drunk off your essence and make you fall apart on his tongue over and over again.

• He’s the type to cum without being touched. He doesn’t need stimulation. All he needs is to know that you’re enjoying yourself so much.

• The only time Hiromi can be a little mean is when he makes you compliment yourself while taking his fat cock. “Say it. Come on… Say it for me, angel. I’ll stop if you don’t say you’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

• Hiromi’s the type to mount you and give you the sweetest forehead kisses while he fucks you from behind, whispering all the praise in your ear, “Keep being so good for me.. That’s it…”, “Oh, you feel fucking incredible, angel.”, “God, I love how you take me. I’m so proud of you.”

• The. Aftercare. King. Hiromi’s the type to clean you off while telling you how lucky he is to have you and how beautiful you are. He doesn’t run a bath just yet. Instead, he holds you in his arms and watches whatever you want to watch whether that’s TikTok, your comfort streamer, or something on TV. He’s there and present with you the entire time.

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[mysterymachine67]

got you into the loophole that is daredevil. i love it. talking about the blind man;

coaxing him to stay home for the night, with a lot of difficulties, but still managing to get him to bed as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, promising to take care of him in a LOT of ways, then finally relieving him, allat 🤲pls

PAIRING -> Matthew Murdock x M!reader

SUMMARY -> Taking care of Matt because he needs it.

NSFW. MINOR’S DNI.

My writing in this is so ass I’m so sorry 😭

“C’mon, baby, you’ve done enough today,” You spoke, softly. You stood behind him, an arm wrapped around his middle. You were whispering into his ear, trying to convinced him to stay home for the night. But was he listening? No. “You deserve a break for a night. Lemme take care of you.” Matt had one of his hands on your wrist—holding a tight grip.

“I can’t stay tonight you know there’s been a lot of stuff going on lately. If I stay here—“ you cut him off because you couldn’t bear to hear him any longer.

“Matthew, not everybody is your responsibility. You deserve a break—a day off. Let me do something for you.”

There was a long beat of silence.

“No, not tonight. I can’t. Got stuff t’do.” he finally answered.

“Stuff that can wait. You’ve done so much lately, don’t you think you deserve some sort of reward?” God, this was gonna take forever. Matt tipped his head back, and you took the opportunity to kiss at his neck. Maybe not?

“I don’t know.” He sighed. Your other hand came up, sliding along his stomach till it met with his hip. Burying your face into his shoulder you groaned. Why couldn’t he just agree? You promised to take care of him—treat him for a few hours. Who would turn that down? Matthew fucking Murdock it seemed. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say another plea, he started to speak. “If I agree…” he paused for some reason. You could practically hear his smile. “Promise to take care of me properly?” Was that even a question? You popped your head up, lips brushing over his ear. Even nipping a bit.

“Course,” you whispered.

⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

The two of you slowly walked to his bed, with how you kept stopping to kiss him and feel him.

“I’ll make you feel so good. Make you forget everything,” you’d say, voice calm and steady. When you got close enough to the bed, you pushed Matt down then climbed on top of him. His hands immediately reached out for your body. With you leaning down to kiss him, it made it easier for his hands to roam up and under your shirt—all the way to your back. You groaned softly, pulling back to kiss at his jaw instead. Pressing small, quick kisses all the way down to his neck. Matt gasped when he felt a slight sting due to your teeth; you didn’t bite down too hard, just enough to get a reaction out of him. But either way you ran your tongue over the bite, and sucked—soothing the sensitive area. His breath hitched, legs shifting as he started to get more and more desperate. Your mouth got lower and lower, causing you to have to move your body down. You pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss right on his Adam’s apple. Meanwhile, your hands pushed his shirt up till you couldn’t anymore. You then pulled away, and watched as he sat up a bit to take off his shirt.

Matt threw the piece of clothing down to the floor somewhere, a problem for later. When he laid back down you went right back to the same position you were in before, but this time you were down more so that you could kiss at his chest. He huffed, shutting his eyes for a brief moment. Your hands ran down the sides of his body, all the way to his thighs. Which with every kiss you planted and hickey you made, you got closer and closer to where Matt wanted you the most. Your lips brushed over his stomach before pressing a soft kiss, and your hands started to undo his belt. With his cock finally free after a minor struggle, Matt whispered something. Which you couldn’t make out but you’d assume it had to do with you about to pleasure him.

Anyway, he adjusted his position—getting more comfortable because he had a feeling what would be next. And oh, he was right. The moment he felt your lips wrap around his tip he groaned lowly. A hand coming up behind your head, only daring to hold. Matt let out a soft gasp when you continued. Your tongue rubbing at the underside, then moving to lap up the pre. His legs moved, feet planting on the bed. Thighs tensing and attempting to close around your head when you took him a bit deeper. Keyword, attempting. Fortunately you were in between them so they couldn’t.

You moved back just enough to only have his tip in your mouth. You swirled and flicked your tongue, relishing in the sounds that poured from his mouth. A few seconds past, then you took him. All of him. Relaxing your throat and letting him sit in your mouth for a moment before starting to bob your head. Matt let out a drawn out groan, letting his head fall back against the pillow beneath him. He even dared to raise his hips. Which you shot him a look. The more and more you moved your head, sucked, and moved your tongue, the closer he got. Head turning from one side to the other. Not frequent, just every so often. Pulling away with a wet ‘pop’, you traced a vein with your tongue. Even managing to collect some of his pre-cum. The blowjob didn’t last long. It wasn’t really surprising. You had a pent up, somewhat needy boyfriend who just wanted something, even if he wouldn’t admit it. So when you finally got him like this? After all the struggles and difficulties you went through? He was finally, finally starting to let himself go.

You pressed your tongue flat on the head of his cock, then proceeded to move it upward. Hearing as he sucked in a breath and moaned. He couldn’t help it, the way you took him was perfect. A whine falling from his lips as he went to push his hips up, not intentionally, but forcing you to take more of him. Which it caught you off guard, but with a thought to yourself and a slight grumble you let him do what he needed to do. Which was slowly fucking your mouth. Moving his hips up and down while he let out sounds. Even taking it a step further and slowly putting his hands at the sides of your head. As if he was testing the waters. He couldn’t see your reaction, no shit, but he could tell that you didn’t protest or anything of that matter. In just a few seconds he held his hips up, keeping his cock in the warmth of your mouth as he came.

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You were buried inside him in a matter of minutes. Not moving or anything, only making out as you jerked him off lazily with one of your hands. Matt groaned into your mouth, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth when you pulled away briefly. Although this was nice, you knew the both of you needed something more.

So, you did you both a favor—switching him over on his back to finally fuck him properly.

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Your cock pushed against all the right spots within him. And something even better? He hugged you perfectly. As if he was made for you. His legs tightened around your waist, pulling you closer—deeper into him. He knew what he was doing, and you did too. Not that you were going to stop him or anything.

You made sure to keep your cock buried inside his warm hole when you leaned down atop him. Your lips brushing over his. First taking his bottom lip in between your teeth and pulling before letting go and kissing him. Just how he had done to you. Matt moaned into your mouth, hands coming up to your shoulders then slowly wrapping his arms around your neck. Pulling away for a quick breath he murmured against your mouth. “You’re really keeping your promise, huh?”

You smiled. “Of course.” You say, before leaning back in for another kiss.

Your hands gripped at his sides, one of your pointer fingers tracing one of his scars. With a hum you broke the kiss, Matt groaning from the loss. Within a few seconds you pulled back, straightening your position then picking up your pace; going back to the fast and deep thrusts that he loved.

Thirty minutes later, you were still pounding into him as if he was gonna disappear. During those thirty minutes, Matt came again. Staining areas of his chest white. The position changed, his legs now hooked over your shoulders—giving you a better angle to fuck your cock deeper into him. He wasn’t that tired. Maybe a few more rounds left in him. At the moment he couldn’t bear the thought of feeling the loss of your cock. You were fucking him too good. The feel of you hammering his insides made him squirm, arch his back, and do anything but stay still. That was until you decided enough was enough; moving your hands from his thighs to his hips. Grabbing him strong enough to make him stay still a bit. His mouth was hung open and all that left it was weak groans, moans, and nearly high pitched whines ‘n whimpers. Which just fueled you on even more. Not stopping till you were grabbing ahold of him once again, and cumming deep in him with a groan. Hips stuttering but still trying to maintain the pace you had set. And Matt? Matt was gone. The thought of him being able to go a few more rounds was no longer in his head—completely faded away. The moment he’d felt your cum fill him once again he came with you. His orgasm washing over him, dick jumping and absolutely throbbing. The angry shade of red it wore wasn’t hard to miss.

When your thrusts slowed, and turned into heavy, deep thrusts, the more easier it was to calm yourselves down. Catching your breath while Matt was still breathing heavily and clutching the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white. You leaned down over him, stopping the movement of your hips. Your lips hovered over his for a few short seconds before you gave him a proper, gentle kiss. “Did so good takin’ me—letting me take care of you.” You mumbled, hands starting to run up and down his sides.

This was something you both needed.

[theangeltopaz]

“BLOOD ON THE ALTAR.”

SYNOPSIS. You’re Sydney’s best friend. He loves you, but he can’t have you due to his faith. At least that’s what he thinks. However, Sydney is easily convinced otherwise. WC. 4.5k

CONTENT. SubBot!Sydney the Faithful x DomTop!Male Reader, taller and stronger reader, starts a little bit angsty, they’re best friends but have some sort of unrequited love going on, virginity loss, Sydney has a bit of a voice kink, religious (Christian specifically) references and themes, somewhat public sex (yall fuck in a secluded corner of the library), Sydney does not have a chastity belt or anything because I felt like it, might be ooc Syd, oral (char. giving), hair pulling, cumming untouched, anal (char. receiving), wall sex, a little tiny bit of masochism on Sydney’s part, mindfuck, no written aftercare but it does happen

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Yay! New fic! Yet another one I wrote whilst listening to music, Ethel Cain and Heathers this time. Sorry this took so long, I kept procrastinating plus it’s exam time. Enjoy!

       Sydney glances at you as your fingers idly trace the rough pages of the book in your hands, a copy of Paradise Lost that’s been in the library for God knows how long. Your dulcet voice floated through the room whilst he was simply getting some things in order, making sure people had returned their books on time and in the right condition.

       Finishing reading aloud the chapter you were currently on, you slid the book back onto the shelf it was retrieved from. Sydney continued typing on the computer, but he was distracted by your absentminded humming as you picked books at random to look at. Your fingers ran down the spine of the one you were currently holding, some sort of fantasy novel.

       Sydney couldn’t help but notice that you always had a certain sort of grace to you. Not grace as in someone who was dainty or delicate, more so someone well versed in a practice. You walked with purpose whilst still looking enrapturing. You placed the book back in its proper place, looking back at Sydney. “Y’know, you’re staring.”

       “Oh, yeah! Sorry, I was just distracted by your humming. You have a very beautiful voice.” He could feel a red glow rising on his cheeks. You radiated sin, and yet Sydney couldn’t help but be drawn to you. He wanted to say it was just a desire to purify you and bring you into the temple, but he knew well it was much more than that. You both had similar interests, and you would make for a good friend, a good partner, if only you were holy. 

       You were unfairly attractive, but Sydney wasn’t going to allow himself to just fall into a relationship like that. Especially not with someone who was as sinful as you were currently.

       You laughed. Your voice was that of an angel whilst simultaneously being that of something so much more sacrilegious. “Thank you, Sydney. It’s not the first time you’ve said that though.” Your tone was laden with something. As to what it was, Sydney couldn’t quite tell. You were fairly apt at concealing your emotions, only expressing what you wished to.

        You began walking towards the library counter, where Sydney was stationed. In turn, he attempted to seem busy, like he wasn’t so utterly focused on you. Your boots padded softly against the carpeted floor as you approached the counter. 

       You had a certain look in your gleaming eyes, but before Sydney could identify it, you spoke. “Tell me, Sydney.” you had said, tapping your fingers against the lacquered wood of the desk,“What do you actually think of me?”

       “W-What?” Sydney was caught off guard by the nature of your question. He hoped the lighting in the library was dim enough to hide the evident blush on his face. Sure, he did think of you more than he should in a way he should definitely not be, but he didn’t think he was that obvious!

       “You heard me.” 

       You leaned over the counter. 

       Your face was getting dangerously close to Sydney’s.

       Your warm breath fanned over him.

       The strangest part was… he felt no desire to push away when he definitely should have. His heart was pounding—he could hear his blood rushing—and his eyes darted around the room, looking for anything to focus on except for you.

       “Sydney.”

       “I can’t, M/N.” He wanted to kiss you so bad, to confess his affections and give in.

       “I know.” You sighed. You sounded disappointed. He hated that. “What do I need to do?”

       “Come to the Temple with me.”

       “You know I don’t believe in that stuff.”

       The room was silent, so much so you could hear the buzzing of the light fixtures overhead. Your synced breaths were the only sound coming from you two, but Sydney could hear his heart pounding. His vision was getting blurry with tears.

       “I’m sorry, Sydney.” Why were you apologizing? He can’t expect you to meet his every expectation. He wanted so badly to, though. You looked at him with a sincerity in your eyes when you seemed so seductive not long ago

       Sydney felt a crystalline tear slip down his cheek. 

       You gently wiped it away with your thumb.

       He leaned in closer.

       So did you.

       Not before long, your foreheads were pressed together. Sydney’s glasses were pushing into his nose uncomfortably and fogging up slightly, but he didn’t care at this moment. Your limpid eyes were focused on him. His breath mixed with yours. 

       It felt like time had stood still in that moment. Your eyes flicked down to his lips. You sighed and pulled back, much to Sydney’s dismay. Is this not what you wanted? Were you not going to confess to him a moment ago?

       “I can’t do this to you,” you had said. “I don’t want to do anything if I’m not going to end up with you. And I am well aware of how the Temple feels about purity.”

       Sydney hurriedly walked around the counter. He came to a stop right in front of you. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.

       “I… If you want me, you can have me.”

       Your eyes widened, you were clearly shocked. “Sydney, that’s… are you sure? Can’t you get punished for that?”

       “Not in this situation, if you… fuck me. Just, please.”

       You sighed, your eyes trailing off somewhere that you were thoughtfully considering your options. Meanwhile, Sydney was staring up at you, awaiting your answer. Only a moment ago were you so eager, and now you were going to think about it.

       Your eyes met Sydney’s again, pretty and crystal clear. Oh, how he loved when those eyes were focused on him. You interrupted the silence that had settled between you two. Maybe it was only a few seconds that you were thinking, but it felt like hours had passed to Sydney. “Where’s the most private part of the library?”

       “Here,” Sydney said, grabbing your hand and leading you to the most isolated area he could think of: a nook in the back corner with some math books, slightly hidden behind another shelf. He was so, so close to you, his hands resting on your chest. Your hands rested on his waist.

       “I know it’s your first time, so we’re gonna go slow, okay?” You tilted his chin up, since it was a bit harder to see you now that you were so close together. He couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, that almost melodic cadence that could bring him to his knees.

       “Okay…” Although Sydney appreciated that you wanted to be gentle with him, he’s heard you talk about what you’re into. He knew what you were capable of. However, his train of thought was cut short by another question.

       “Can I kiss you?”

       Sydney breathed in sharply, averting his eyes. “Yes.”

       You immediately leaned down, your eyes fluttering closed, and pressed your lips to his, taking Sydney’s first kiss. You kissed slowly, tentatively, taking your time. 

       His eyes closed softly, giving way to the darkness behind his eyelids so he could focus on the feeling of your lips together.. Sydney returned the kiss and pushed his soft lips against yours.

       After a moment of soft kissing, you pulled back. Sydney took a second to breathe, before his eyes met yours and you returned to kissing him. His arms moved to wrap around your neck as you began kissing him with more fervor and with less hesitation.

       One of your arms wrapped around Syd’s waist, while the other trailed up to his hair. You tugged on the strawberry blonde locks, pulling out Sydney’s low ponytail and causing him to let out a small gasp. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth as his silky hair suddenly fanned over his back. 

       You tasted like sin, and Sydney couldn’t help but want to partake in you. Your tongue ran over his, eliciting a small whine from him. Sydney’s head was spinning from just a kiss. Is this how it was supposed to feel? Was he supposed to be so enraptured that any thought escaped him in favor of focusing solely on the feeling of your soft lips against his?

       Sydney was a quick learner. He cautiously reciprocated, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He could feel his slacks become a little too tight for comfort.

       You pulled back, lust sparkling in your eyes. In a voice both breathy and seductive, you asked “So, what do you want to do first?”

       That’s how Sydney ended up on his knees, eye level with your crotch, whilst you leaned on one of the bookshelves. His soft hands reached up to the zipper of your straining uniform pants and pulled it down hastily. He then grabbed onto the waistband of your pants and pulled them down too.

       Sydney went wide eyed at the sight before him. Even through your boxers, he could tell you were big. His fingers slipped under the edge of your underwear, and tugged them down.

       Sydney suddenly blushed cerise, only now realizing how real this was. Your half-hard dick was in front of his face and he was about to suck you off. However, your rich voice penetrated his line of thought.

       “Earth to Sydney, you daydreaming down there?” Your hand crept down towards your own dick, stroking it to full hardness. Your hand then moved to Sydney’s chin, your deft fingers tilting his head up.

       “No, just thinking…”

       “Having second thoughts? You sound apprehensive.” And you sound concerned, he thought. Your thoughtfulness was not helping his current situation, as he was squeezing his thighs together to get some sort of friction on his (nearly painfully) hard cock. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

       “No… just a little… I’ve never done this before?”

       “Yeah, that’s why I’m here to guide you. Open your mouth.” 

       Sydney did as you asked, rose colored lips parting as your thumb pushed into his mouth. You traced against his teeth, before gently pressing down upon his tongue. He instinctively started sucking your thumb, looking up at you with those pretty amber eyes.

       You removed your thumb from Syd’s mouth, and replaced it with your index and middle finger. Your fingers continued pressing on his tongue, slowly slipping further back into his throat. Sydney eyes widened as you hit his gag reflex. 

       Seeing Sydney’s reaction and realizing this, you pulled your fingers out of his mouth. “You alright?” He nodded his head. “Now don’t try to deepthroat me, it’s your first time. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Use your hands instead.”

       You watched as Sydney took you into his hand, slipping your tip between his parted lips. He slowly took you in deeper, your dick resting heavy on his tongue. It was a bit of a foreign sensation, but not an unwelcome one.

       Sydney slackened his jaw a bit, allowing him to glide more of you into his mouth. He was quickly adjusting to this, as he flattened his tongue against you which caused you to let out a low groan. 

       Your hand found purchase in Sydney’s strawberry blonde locks, as you guided him to begin bobbing his head. He followed dutifully, continuing even when your hand stopped guiding him. In fact, once you lightened your grip on his hair, Sydney began bobbing his head faster. He heard you mutter something along the lines of “Good boy, just like that.”

       Recalling what you had said earlier, Sydney’s hand returned to where it was on your dick. He began stroking you in tandem with the movements of his head. A thunk sounded throughout the small corner you were in as you threw your head back in pleasure.

       Sydney could feel the thrumming of your pulse through the veins on your cock, or maybe that was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. A salty, almost bitter liquid was leaking from your tip. 

      The mushroom head of your dick was pushing at Sydney’s throat. He felt a desire to take you in even deeper, despite your previous warnings.

      Sydney ultimately decided to take you in farther, even if it was against your original wishes. Once again, he’s overheard conversations you’ve had with others about what you like. He knew you liked guys who took everything you gave. Syd wanted to please you.

       You slipped down Sydney’s throat relatively easily, though not without some struggle. He had to suppress himself from gagging, but the way your grip tightened on his hair and the groans you let out were worth it. He didn’t think you realized, until…

       “Fuck, didn’t I tell you not to do that?” You didn’t sound mad. Instead, you sounded like you were somewhere in between concern and arousal. However, you weren’t complaining, so Sydney kept going.

       Tears built up along Sydney’s waterline as he felt your cock deep in his throat. He had to pause for a second, pulling off a bit to catch his breath, before continuing to bob his head. However, from there, it didn’t take long for you to cum. Sydney felt your grip on his soft strawberry blonde hair tighten as you groaned,“Fuck, Syd, you’re doing so good. Fuck, I’m cumming.”

       As warm, salty cum shot down Sydney’s throat, he felt a certain heat deep in his abdomen unfurling. He moaned around you as he experienced his own climax for the first time. Sydney pulled off, panting in an attempt to capture the breath he had lost. He hadn’t realized it until then, but his face was wet from his own salty tears. His hair was sticking to his skin and his glasses were fogged. His face was the picture of unrighteousness, of sin.

       “Did you just cum untouched?” you said, chuckling gently.

       He nodded his head silently, his face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal.

       You smiled softly. “That’s okay. It’s your first time.” Your gentle hand glided from his hair to his chin, tilting Syd’s face up towards you. His amber eyes glistened with unshed tears through his glasses that were tilted at an odd angle. You fixed them for him before helping him up from where he was on the ground. 

       Your hands came to a resting point on Sydney’s waist as you kissed him softly, only a small peck. Once you pulled back, you said, “Do you want to keep going? We can stop if that was enough for you-”

       “Yes, I do,” Sydney answered confidently, but his voice was a bit sore and shaky from what he had just done. His throat hurt and his pants were beginning to feel a little too tight for comfort once again, despite having just cum.

       Your eyes met his, and a grin crept across your face. “Alright.” You moved suddenly, catching Sydney off guard switching your current positions. He was now pressed against the bookshelves, which were pressing quite uncomfortably into his back, and looking up at you.

      Smug eyes ran unashamedly down Sydney’s body, which his school uniform was doing absolutely no favors. You seemed displeased by this, and quickly took to remedying it. 

      As Syd’s lips met yours in an unexpectedly fiery kiss, your hands lept to the edge of his blazer and all but ripped it off him. In Sydney’s mind, you only seemed to have one mission: completely dishevel him. And you were currently succeeding. Quite rapidly, too.

      Pieces of both Sydney’s and your uniform ended up thrown against bookshelves and into nondescript corners until you were bare and Sydney was in his boxers. You pulled back to look down at him, admire him. A light flush crossed your face. This was the most he’s been unclothed in front of someone, other than those from the Temple. 

       The strawberry blonde instinctively moved to cover himself, his arms wrapping around his freckled body. A deep flush of cerise—from shame or embarrassment or quite possibly lust—coated Sydney’s cheeks and spread down his neck. His amber eyes shifted nervously, in an attempt to avoid your scrutinizing gaze.

       “You’re sure you want to continue?” Worry riddled your dulcet voice. Your hand came up to Sydney’s face and tilted his head up so he wouldn’t look away. He blushed harder, definitely from shame this time. Your eyes gazed into his, with some soft emotion shining in them.

       “Yes,” Sydney said firmly, and, hesitating slightly, dropped his arms from his lithe body, instead wrapping them around your neck. “I’m sorry, I’m just… a little nervous.”

       “Hey, that’s okay, it’s normal for your first time. So you’re sure about this?” Your gentle words coaxed a wide smile from him.

       “Yes.”

       “Then, may I remove these?” You punctuated your words with the slow, gentle glide of your fingers, which were now just above the waistband of his already cum-soaked boxers. Sydney shivered in both delight and anticipation for what was to come. He nodded his head eagerly, nearly sighing in relief when you removed his underwear.

       Once the dirty boxers were completely removed, you threw them somewhere in the nook like you had with the rest of your clothes. Sydney‘s blush somehow managed to deepen. His dick was pretty, already hard again and leaking pearlescent precum from the pink tip. 

       “You’re so beautiful, Syd. A shame the Temple tried to hide this.” Sydney muttered a meek thank you in response. The tips of your fingers traced his body, nails raking along his skin and leaving light bits of raised flesh in their wake. Sydney felt his heart flutter at the slight bit of stinging pain. It could almost be described as… pleasurable.

       Your fingers eventually found their way to Sydney’s waist, then further down to his hips, then tracing down towards his erect cock. He moaned as your thumb ran over his slit, being the first time anyone has ever provided stimulation to his dick.

       Sydney’s eyes shot up to meet yours, as they were previously distracted by watching your hands. You had a brazen grin on your face, clearly entertained by his reaction to your antics. The strawberry blonde let out another surprised moan as your hand wrapped around the girth of his dick, gently pumping it.

       Sydney’s hands flew up to your shoulders, his oddly sharp nails digging into bare skin and muscle. Meanwhile, you were collecting the precum that dribbled from his tip and shimmered in the dim light of the library—so pretty, yet part of something so sinful. You coated your fingers in the warm liquid, whilst the other roughly and suddenly gripped his thigh, bringing it up to your hip. Your fingers trailed further down.

       Sydney let out a soft gasp as he felt your fingers tracing his tight, puckered hole. He was clearly caught off guard, since he had been admiring your appearance for the past few moments.

       “Ready?” Despite your expression being riddled with poorly concealed lust, your voice still managed to keep that same gentle, love-filled tone.

       “Yes,” Sydney replied softly, but with confidence. He still felt a little nervous, but your calm tone and demeanor helped to soothe that.

       Beginning with just one finger, you breached his rim. Sydney whined at the foreign but delicious sensation. Many nights had this scenario been the focal point of his late night dreams, but he always suppressed the thought as soon as he awoke because you were his friend and you weren’t part of the Temple. 

       Now, though, Sydney’s fantasy was becoming a reality. As you felt him loosen up a little, you inserted a second finger and performed a small scissoring motion. Even the little bit of stimulation led to Sydney arching his back and pressing his body against yours, spreading drops of precum on both of your stomachs.

       This action only provided more stimulation, since Sydney’s dick was rubbing up against yours. Your groans mixed with his whines as you continued to finger him open. Your other hand was digging in his thighs hard enough to bruise. 

       Whilst still thrusting your fingers in and out of him, you took to attacking Sydney’s neck with your lips and teeth. Blood rushed to the surface of his skin, causing spots of purple and yellow to begin blooming on his neck. Spots he knew he wouldn’t be able to do much to cover, other than wear a turtleneck sweater.

       Sydney let out a high moan as a third finger pushed into him. And when you found his prostate, Sydney’s back somehow arched more into yours. A string of moans continued to escape him as you targeted that spot, words like please and more escaping him. Your low chuckle against the strawberry blonde’s neck only caused him to shiver.

       Sydney didn’t know this could feel this good, that you could make him feel this good. Your dick hasn’t even been in him yet, and he already feels like he’s surpassed Heaven. Your digits continued to push at his prostate as they were thrusted in and out of him.

       Sydney felt a now-familiar knot building in his gut, a sign of an impending orgasm, but then you pulled back from his neck and removed your fingers from him. He whined as he felt that knot slipping away, due to the sudden lack of stimulation.

       “Hey, you’ll be getting something much better soon, okay?” Sydney could barely hear your voice over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, but he nodded anyway.

        Suddenly, Sydney found himself being picked up. The hand—that wasn’t already holding his leg up—picked up his other thigh effortlessly. Sydney gripped onto you in a panic as you wrapped his legs around your waist. His nails dug into you in an effort to calm himself, but he couldn’t say this new position wasn’t arousing.

       The way you held the strawberry blonde, an obvious display of the strength you had over him, had his head reeling and his face blushing. Sydney wanted nothing more than for you to manhandle him. Of course, you most likely had only picked him up for easier access. Still, it couldn’t stop Sydney’s desires.

       “I’m gonna push in now, okay?” Your voice somehow managed to break through the deep fog that was now Sydney’s brain. He nodded his head, silently but eagerly.

       However, that silence was broken when the mushroom head of your dick pushed into Sydney. He let out a borderline pornographic moan and buried his nails deeper into the muscles of your back.

       As you pushed in deeper, Sydney could feel salty tears building on his waterline. From pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. The stretch burned, but in a way Sydney couldn’t help but enjoy, because he knew you were filling him up in a way he wasn’t able to fathom before this moment.

       Your fingers dug into his thighs, which only added to the muddled cocktail of pain and pleasure that Sydney was currently experiencing. He had abandoned all dignity and was currently relishing in the feeling of the bruises that you were giving him, marks showing that he was yours.

       You bottomed out, now fully buried within Sydney. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” you groaned out, obviously holding back the urge to completely and utterly ravage him. However, you held back, much to Sydney’s disappointment. 

       Sydney squirmed in your arms, still adjusting to the feeling of being so completely full. His bangs were sticking to his face and his glasses were fogged up, due to the sweat that was dripping from his skin and the heat building between the both of you. 

       “You ready?” you asked, with so much care in your voice that it almost seemed unfit for this setting, where Sydney just wanted you to throw caution to the wind and ruin him. 

       “Yes, please-“ 

       Almost immediately, you pulled out and thrusted deep into Sydney. He was caught off by his own scream of pleasure, once again arching his back into you and throwing his head against the bookshelf behind him.

       You began with a slow and steady pace, but that was already almost too much for Sydney. Each thrust had his glasses tilting and his head spinning. The tears building up in his eyes threatened to spill over, and he was panting in an attempt to catch his breath. 

       As you both gradually began to get more comfortable and speed up, Sydney could feel his mind slipping away. He was simultaneously trying to both squirm away and push himself further on your dick. 

       Sydney’s tip slapped his stomach each time your cock thrusted into him, spreading precum on his abdomen. The smell of sweat and profanity mixed with the preexisting scent of books that may not have been touched in years. 

       Tears began flowing heavily from Sydney’s eyes as he sobbed your name, begging for both more and less. He could feel you losing restraint. Your speed grew faster and Sydney’s moans grew louder.

       The sound of your voice and the pause of your movements brought Sydney back down to Earth for a moment. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. I need you to be a little quieter though, okay? I don’t want anyone else hearing your beautiful voice. That’s all for me.”

       Sydney practically shivered at your sudden possessiveness. The gentle tone of your voice contrasted the roughness of your thrusting not long ago. “Ok-ay…” He hiccuped mid-sentence, or rather mid-word, too fucked out of his mind to fully focus on speaking. 

        As you resumed thrusting into him, Sydney attempted to quiet himself. However, that was so difficult when you were making him feel so good with the perfect mix of roughness and reassurance. So good, in fact, that he never wanted this moment to end. If this is what the Temple was keeping from him—true unity with you, one of his best friends—then he wasn’t sure he wanted to be part of the Temple anymore.

       Each thrust became progressively more erratic as you neared your own orgasm. You groaned, saying “I’m cumming.” Meanwhile, Sydney had already given up on silencing himself. He moaned and whined your name loudly, not caring if anyone could hear. In fact, Sydney was probably so thoroughly fucked that he couldn’t even think about anyone, anything, outside of this very moment. All there was now was he and you.

       The mere thought of remaining with you the rest of eternity—especially in such a sinful way—had Sydney keening. He felt his own orgasm building up within him, his now flushed a deep red.

       Sydney’s eyes screwed shut and he clenched tightly around you as his orgasm washed over him. Sticky cum squirted from his cock, over his stomach and chest and some even reached his chin.

       As his muscles squeezed around your dick, you came deep inside Sydney. He relished in the feeling of your warm cum inside of him. The only thoughts in Sydney’s head were ones of love and lust for you.

       You pulled out of Sydney, but still held him in your arms. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, and rested your foreheads together.

       Is this how the first man felt, standing next to his beloved, his fated soulmate? Blood had been spilled now. This rib could not be replaced. Sydney might regret it later, but for now he was satisfied.

       “Now we’re bound forever, r-right?”

       “Yes, Sydney. Now we’re bound forever.”

[moon-fics]

hi, i hope you're having a great day! 🫶

i love boy floyd! i'm such a sucker for the "no way bob have a hot girlfriend" trope with this guy, could you please write something like this? :3

also i'm sorry if you have already done this before xD

I'm so sorry this took so long! I was at work!🩵 I'd love to write this!

So, the dagger squad isn't surprised he has a girlfriend because Bob is charming and a gentleman.

They're surprised because you are WAY too hot to be his girlfriend.

Which is obviously a shallow observation, but it's nothing new to you and Bob.

You don't let his squad bring it up without defending him.

Bob deserves more credit than being the shy WSO who was more reserved.

He was romantic and sweet. He'd plan dates and make sure you were treated exactly how you deserved.

So, you'd often play tricks on the squad by asking about their partners knowing damn well that they don't have ones.

Of course, that's as far as it goes because you genuinely want to be their friends. You just don't want them thinking you'll let any smart comments slide.

What they don't know is that when Bob is home from training or a mission, he gets to relax.

He doesn't wear his hair perfectly gelled, and he enjoys wearing more casual clothes.

You have plenty of time to admire his arms and how he looks with his hair messy. If he grows it out long enough, some curls start to form.

He's not the type to show you off like an item, because he's just happy you love him. He enjoys your presence and being able to hold your hand.

However, if you wear a sun dress or really any article of clothes, he'll tell you how pretty you are and how lucky he is.

[camchappers]

I actually can't get past the lack of respect shown to Peter Krause throughout this mess.

This isn't just a character who was in the show for a couple of episodes. No, this was the male lead, who has led the show proudly for eight seasons and is the literal heart of it - and who DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE.

But yet the show decided to do the following:

His death is so poorly written and rushed, that no-one is actually convinced that he's gone because of the multiple plot holes

The funeral was a mere footnote in an episode, where the main plot was a storyline that took the mick out of the fans, and the funeral scenes itself were less than five minutes long in total

Not to mention said funeral was leaked ahead of time with little to no effort it seems to stop this from happening

Created a very similar storyline in "Hotshots" and used this as a way to mock the fans

Only let Peter do the one exit interview and even that was just a two-minute pre-recorded interview

The Bobby Nash tribute video gets deleted off all of the show's social media

Oliver Stark also deletes his tribute to Peter Krause from IG

Peter Krause is referred to merely as "collateral damage" by Tim Minear

There's apparently been no wrap party for Peter, to say goodbye or pay tribute to him and his work on the show

Not to mention (again), no tribute to him on the show's social media

Pretty much have written him completely out of the show in terms of selling the Bathena house and burying him away from LA

No montage in the show to pay tribute to Bobby - even Michael Grant got a better send off and his actor was actively suing the show at the time of his departure

Allowed two cast members to leak a script onto their socials which teased Bobby returning, and for the actual scene to follow this script until literally the last bit, so no-one actually knows if this was fake or real [this is a belated edit]

Two days before the season finale, they use a poster with both Angela and Peter on it at Disney Upfront, therefore getting everyone's hopes up again that he's still on the show (& reminding everyone that he is literally one of the draws of this show lol) [another belated edit, thanks to @otherworldlydragon for pointing this out!]

Ryan Guzman only paying tribute to Pete/Bobby with a couple of memey stories [another edit, as pointed out by @captainbobbynash118]

It's all done so badly, that you can't help but think that maybe something has gone on behind the scenes - but Pete seems universally loved by his fellow cast-mates and the crew, and most of them have been just as distraught as the fans with him leaving (Kenny and Angela in particular).

Maybe it's just inexperience; you can tell that this show has never killed off a main character before with how much they've fumbled this.

The way Peter/Bobby has been treated is nothing short of insulting, disrespectful and baffling; he deserved better than this.

Peter - I’m so sorry this has happened and whilst I’m gutted to see you no longer as Cap, I can’t wait to see you truly thrive under a new project, with writers who will truly respect you.

[justwinginglife]

So another request hehe but this would be my last one (for the meantime) since I don't want to flood your inbox.

I'm thinking about Hoshina with a Lieutenant reader that has a Disney Princess ability, like ya know the animal whisperer sort of thing. The reader is known for being loved by animals by the third division, so they called them a Disney Princess. They always saw the reader with a random animal in the middle of the battlefield and since then the whole division had a bet on what would be the animal they will be seen every time they enter the battlefield, or how many. One time they got attacked by a Wolf Kaiju, they thought they already killed all of the Kaiju's but Okonogi kept on saying there's still one left, and the reader is missing. When they found the Kaiju, they also found the reader who's now giving the Wolf Kaiju a belly rub.

/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ -requester

I swear this request has been in my inbox so long it literally, actually collected dust and for that, I'm sorry. Thank you for your patience. Hope you like this!

Crushes and Crowns

Approx Word Count: 3800 Tags: idk, something like, "Hoshina is a silly brat but you love him anyway" and more Third Divison Shenanigans

“Evening, Princess!”

“Rough day, Princess?”

“See you later, Princess!”

You shook your head, laughing to yourself, as you made your way through the Third Division’s halls. Despite your protesting of this new nickname you’d earned, the soldiers continued to use it anyway (overuse it, really), and it’d started to grow on you (though you still found it rather silly.)

You still remembered the day you’d been dubbed, “Princess.” It was your fourth time in one week, bringing home an animal to the base, and it wasn’t even your fault. Your entire childhood, animals had been drawn to you, and it seemed that none of that had changed in your adulthood. It wasn’t like you purposely brought them along with you, they just…followed wherever you went. The first day you’d settled into the dorms, you’d tracked bees inside. No one had thought much of it at first, as you had brought flowers to brighten up your living space. The second time, a raccoon had trailed in behind you, eager to make its home beneath your bed. The third time, you’d come home with bags upon bags of clothes from your latest shopping spree, and when a bag slipped from your arms, a stray dog had caught it and walked it back to base for you. Soon, it became a running joke that the next time you tracked in an animal, it’d be a horse, as the animals you attracted seemed to be getting bigger and bigger in size. Or maybe this was how they discovered unicorns really existed, was when it sauntered in beside you after your next outing. 

It was honestly a wonder how you hadn’t been crowned “Princess” sooner, when your Defense Force exam was only made memorable because a flock of crows had suddenly flooded the arena during the test, working to distract the Kaiju while you took them out, one by one. It was even more peculiar that crows weren’t local to that area, and even if they had been, that would not have been the season to see them. 

Either way, as bizarre as these events were, you had never deemed them a result of any particular skill on your part. You just assumed it was pure coincidence that animals were drawn to you. Maybe you had an attractive scent; that couldn’t be helped. 

It wasn’t until you started showing up to battle with an animal by your side -completely unprompted- that you thought to yourself, maybe you were what they called an animal whisperer. You could coo to the birds and call them to your aid, you could click your tongue and the moles would burrow out of the ground, you could whistle to the wolves and they’d bound to your side, even the snakes (as stubborn and self serving as they were) answered to your every beck and call. At this point, it seemed there was no beast alive that you couldn’t tame. Or man, for that matter.

And recently, you’d had your eye on one Vice Captain Hoshina of the Defense Force’s Third Division. 

While you had eventually, begrudgingly accepted the title of “Princess” (after weeks of scrunching up your nose and wrinkling your brows at the name), you’d never had any real desire for the name to grace your ears. That is, until you fell in love with the Vice Captain, the one person who did not use your ridiculous nickname. And now, after having been accustomed to the pet name (being smothered with it, really), you developed a sudden longing for him to one day take you by the hand, look deep into your eyes, and whisper to you lovingly, “Princess,” as though it were a name only he could bestow. It was all you could think about. He was all you could think about.

It wasn’t difficult in the slightest to fall completely and totally in love with him. Not at all. While you had long proven yourself an asset to the Defense Force, you still remember the days when your every achievement was attributed solely to your animal help on the field. Hoshina was the first person to acknowledge that, while you’d had help, it’d been due to your skill and your skill alone that you achieved what you did. Making an impossible shot, your bullets piercing through a kaiju core with exact precision, even despite the flock of animals crowding around your shot- that accomplishment was the result of your tireless effort and dedication to honing your craft, and the recognition and rewards for such a talent belonged to you and you only. The animals may have done their part, but at the end of the day, it was you firing the shot, you ending the fight before lives could be lost, you saving the day. And you were invaluable to him. 

 Of course, you longed to be more than just an asset to him. 

If he wasn’t interested in you, it wasn't for lack of trying on your part. You noticed he always got up early to go for a run, so you’d join him on his runs. Every single day, without fail, you’d jog up to him, saying, “Fancy meeting you here,” like it was pure coincidence that you just so happened to be up at the crack of dawn even though you’d never woken up so early in your entire life, and you just so happened to run along the same path as him at the same time as him and the same pace as him. He’d laugh. Play along. Every single day, without fail, “What a coincidence,” He’d say with a grin. Some days, you wouldn’t talk much. You’d simply keep pace beside each other, enjoying the crisp, fresh air as your breaths painted clouds of white into the morning sky, and it’d be enough. Other days, he’d acknowledge that he knew you were coming. He’d hand you an extra bottle of water because he’d brought two. He’d pull out his portable speaker because you kept asking him what he was listening to on these runs. Sometimes, if you were late, you’d find him stretching on a nearby bench, and when you’d ask him why he hadn’t started his run yet, he’d raise an eyebrow to you like it was only obvious. He was waiting for you. Of course he was waiting for you. But was it just because he was used to you? Being his running partner didn’t mean you were anything else to him. 

So you’d snag seats by him on the transport to the battlefield. Ask if he’d gotten a chance to eat lunch or dinner before the alarm had gone off. If he said yes, you’d tease him for not sharing. If he said no, you’d slip him a snack. He’d nod his head in thanks, and tell you, with a playful grin, that he’d protect your gift with his life. You’d tell him to worry about protecting himself. Tell him that if he slipped up in combat and you ended up having to go on your morning runs by yourself, you’d strangle his ghost. He’d give a little chuckle, and then make his lighthearted promises to you that he’d do his best to remain in one piece. You wondered if he’d ever promise you anything else. 

But life went on, your relationship with him progressed at a snail’s pace, and the Third Division remained as rowdy as ever. You discovered that their latest source of entertainment was a betting pool. About you. 

It’d become common knowledge on base that wherever you were, the animals followed. Even if you made a trip overseas, they were sure that some sort of whale or shark or dolphin would accompany you on your journey. So they began to place their bets on what animal would make their appearance during your next march into battle. 

Haruichi mused that perhaps you’d appear with a fox by your side. 

Iharu swore that a fox was too meager, and you were more likely to show up with a bear bounding behind you. 

Ichikawa ruminated that it was possible a peacock would be your next companion. 

Kafka bellowed with laughter, telling them all that they were thinking too small. He was sure you’d find some way to will dragons into existence and bend them to your command. 

Platoon Leader Nakanoshima chided them all for being childish, but inside, she was hoping you’d bring home a kitten next time. 

Everyone had their guesses and though you found them outlandish, you were curious to hear what Hoshina’s prediction was. 

“Any thoughts, Vice Captain?”

He raised an amused brow to you. “Thoughts? On the betting pool? You’re really buying into what everyone is saying? That you’re some sort of animal goddess with the power to commune with nature?” 

“No, of course not!” Your cheeks burst into flames. “That….that would just be stupid…” You grumbled to yourself, a slight pout on your lips, as you turned away from him. 

He leaned into your field of view once more, head cocked, a cheeky grin dashed across his face. “I see, I see. So you were hoping to be some sort of deity after all.”

“I would never-!”

“Pufferfish.”

Your thoughts halted in their tracks. “A what??”

He grinned slyly. “You heard me. Bring a pufferfish next time.”

“To a BATTLEFIELD??? On LAND???”

He shrugged innocently, but his eyes sparkled with mirth. “I dunno, maybe you could blow it up big and hang it on a string, like it’s a balloon, or something,” 

“You really are just teasing me, Hoshina!” 

“I would never.”

“You told me that you found a shortcut on our little running trail the other day and led me straight through mud.” You made a show out of glaring at him. 

He burst into laughter, shoulders quaking as he wiped tears from his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d believe me! We’ve run that path so much, I thought you’d know there was no shortcut. And besides, that’s more of a prank and less of a tease, so your argument is invalid.” 

You would’ve fired back at him. Would’ve combat his teasing with a witty rebuttal. Maybe you would’ve even feigned upset and pretended to give him the cold shoulder just so he’d beg you to understand that he was just joking and he would never be so careless with your feelings. But you never got the chance to. 

The red alarm went off.

Hoshina’s lax demeanor instantly went rigid, solemnity crossing over his face as he popped his comms in to receive a report of the situation. You zipped up your suit as you watched him nod his head in response to the report. He gestured for you to follow him as he made his way to the door. 

“Honju. Ruins outside of town.” He mouthed to you.

You kept pace with him as he began speeding towards the transport, tying your hair up into a ponytail on the way. Along the way, the two of you collected soldiers, updating them on the situation as you all rushed to pull your gear together. 

The atmosphere should’ve been tense, the adrenaline buzzing, the fear of death lurking around the corner, the fear of failing your country looming in the air. But it wasn’t. Not when you were around. Your fellow officers raced to catch up to you, whispering to each other, “So did you bet on cougar or coyote this time?” They’d snicker to each other as they made their arguments on which situation was more likely. 

Even Hoshina couldn’t help but notice the lighthearted environment. “That’s enough chit chat, everyone in your vehicles now. And besides…I’m betting on a phoenix.” He winked and then hopped in the truck.

A phoenix??? Now he was on team mythical?? You groaned to yourself as you slunk in beside him. “You’re really setting the bar high, you know that?” You grumbled under your breath.

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear. “If anyone can do it, it’s you... Princess.”

Your heart choked on its own rhythm, stuttering to a stop. He said it. He really, actually, truly fucking said it. And by god, you were not prepared in the slightest. Was the room spinning? Was the air increasingly thin? Had the sun filed in behind all the soldiers and made camp in this truck? Why were you sweltering and shivering all at once? 

He bit back a laugh, opting instead to clear his throat into his fist. “Cat got your tongue?”

“P-pufferfish.” You mumbled meekly. “Thought you…wanted a pufferfish.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, chest shuddering, as he attempted to swallow down his own laughter. You were adorable, how else was he supposed to describe it? And how the hell was he supposed to contain himself? And in a truck full of people, no less. He was lucky they were all distracted with placing their bets, because he couldn’t help sneaking a look at your rose-tinted cheeks and it sent his heart into overdrive. 

He might’ve reached out to caress them or pinch them, anything to touch them, and soothe his sanity. But then the truck stopped.

“Time to move out.” He ordered.

The soldiers spilled out of the car, and you were left to stumble behind them. Hoshina glanced back at you, suddenly aware that he’d left you all too dazed, and he immediately regretted teasing you so close to battle. He instructed a Platoon Leader to take you into their care, assigning their squad to the very back of the line. On any other day, you might’ve felt offended that he was benching you. But today, you hadn’t even noticed. How could you, when your heart was sprinting in dizzying circles in your chest? Could you even remember how to breathe? Did you remember what oxygen was? Sheer muscle memory allowed you to lock and load your gun, but your heart had no previous practice with gallivanting through sunny meadows and rainbowed skies. By the time you even realized what platoon you’d been assigned to, Hoshina was long gone. 

He had rushed to the front lines, as he often did, slashing a path through his every foe with ease, until he reached his designated target. There it stood, hulking and howling, a Honju with a wolvish appearance- a beast among beasts. Hoshina noted to himself that it must have been the Alpha of the pack, as every bark and grunt appeared to be individual commands given to the Yoju that were currently swarming his comrades. He’d be sure to take it out quickly; he had to disrupt their chain of command. After all, he’d never forgive himself if even one of them caused any harm to you. Even as the last line of defense, you were still much too close to the battle for his liking. He trusted your skills, but he rebuked himself for the state he’d left you in. He’d be sure to finish this battle soon, and rush back to your side for a celebratory beer.

But even with all his talent, Hoshina was reminded that there was no such thing as a sure victory in battle. When he had decided to engage the Honju in battle, he had expected it to react much like a Kaiju would. He would attack and, having nothing but primal instincts to guide it, the Honju should respond in kind, bearing its fangs in retaliation. And, of course, it did at first. Hoshina’s blades clashed with its claws, weapons that somehow rivaled his own in both integrity and ferocity, and for a moment, it appeared as though it were anyone’s battle to win, with both sides equally as charged and tenacious. But it quickly became evident that Hoshina was stronger. And after a couple of fiery exchanges, the beast made the decision to retreat, its more animalistic nature winning out over its monstrous nature. Wolves, after all, hunt in packs and, even as the leader, a lone wolf is smart enough to know when to withdraw. 

Hoshina pursued its quickly fleeing figure but it was to no avail. Even tracking it did no good, and he eventually made the decision to rejoin his officers in the field, clearing out the remaining Yoju. By the time the battle was over, he had almost been able to forget the humiliating draw between him and the Honju. That is, until Okonogi chimed in on his comms.

“Vice Captain, picking up one remaining Honju on the field, sir.”

He shook his head in frustration. “System must be acting up, Okonogi. I watched it retreat myself. It’s long gone by now.”

“No, sir. The readings are accurate. It’s still on the field.”

Hot blood surged through his veins. “Where?” He demanded. 

“Sector Bravo.”

In an instant, his blood ran cold. Bravo. That was your sector. The end of the defensive line. “Okonogi, get me a sitrep on all officers in Sector Bravo. Is everyone accounted for?” His heart thundered in his chest as he sped through alleyways and burst through ruined buildings, all the while, listening to her rattle off each individual officer’s status. He couldn’t very well tell her that no one’s status but yours mattered. 

“And finally, Officer L/N. Vitals normal.”

His breathing evened.

“But she appears to be secluded from the rest of the officers.”

His chest tightened. “She what??”

“For some reason, she’s in an abandoned part of the map.” Okonogi reported.

What on god’s earth were you doing out there alone?? His already-rapid pace increased even further. “Get me a status on the Honju.”

“It’s…oh. OH.”

“Okonogi-” He hissed.

“It’s closing in on her as we speak, Vice Captain-!”

She’d barely finished her sentence when he rocketed ahead, renewed strength and renewed desperation propelling him forward. 

No, no, no, no. He hadn’t even asked your favorite genre of music, hadn’t asked if you ever minded always listening to his. He hadn’t asked you if you wanted to go with him to see the new, upcoming movie. He hadn’t asked you if you even liked animals or if you just somehow always got stuck with them. He hadn’t asked your deepest fears or your sincerest wishes. He hadn’t gotten to know you as well as he’d wanted. And most importantly…he hadn’t told you how he felt. 

Right now, all he felt was panic. Terror. Anxiety. 

He heard that familiar growl again and it sent his stomach spiraling into a knot. Why wasn’t he faster? Why wouldn’t his feet obey him? Why couldn’t he simply sprout wings and fly???

Then he heard your laugh.

He stumbled into the clearing just in time to see you, rubbing the wolf’s belly. 

“Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are. Yes, you are! You’re not so scary now, are you? Just a lil hungry. Just a lil hungry baby. Have something for you, sweetie pie.” You yanked a nearby, rusted stop sign out of the ground and waved it back and forth. 

Eyes lighting up, the Honju lunged forward.

Hoshina’s feet reacted before his mind did and he was at your side in a split second, swords at the ready, eager to spill the Kaiju’s organs all over the pavement.

But the Honju didn’t attack you. He simply gnawed on the “stick” you’d given him as a treat. 

“Oh, Hoshina, you’re here. Hey.”

He blinked. ‘Hey?’ That was all he got? He literally broke the sound barrier, rushing to your aid, and he got a simple, ‘Hey?’

“Hoshina- meet Spot. Spot, meet my Vice Captain.”

His jaw dropped and shattered on the ground. “You NAMED it??”

You gave a sheepish laugh. “Well…I couldn’t very well kill it. Not when he’s being such a good boy for me. Aren’t you?”

As if in response, the wolf flopped onto its back once again, eager for more belly rubs, its wagging tail stirring up dirt. 

Hoshina waved away the dust, coughing. “He’s not a ‘good boy.’ He tried to kill me.”

“But that was then. This is now. Can’t you just let this one Kaiju off the hook?”

Disbelief, shock, and indignation warred within him. But in the end, he fell victim to your glimmering eyes and your perfectly pouted lips. He sighed. “I…I suppose the… the Captain has her own kaiju pet so…it wouldn’t be completely inconceivable for you to…also have one.” His shoulders slumped in defeat.

Your eyes lit up like fireworks. “Really?? Oh- you’re the absolute best, Soshiro!” Excitement overtaking any sense of rationality, you threw your arms around him and squeezed him tight. 

It wasn’t until he was properly snuggled into your embrace that you realized the gravity of what you’d said. And done. 

“S…Soshiro?” He asked weakly.

Your arms froze around his waist. “I…I meant...Hosh…Vice…I…”

His body began to quiver and you wondered if you’d really upset him to the point of being so shaken with rage. But then he rested his forehead against your shoulder, laughter tumbling out of his lips. “You really just skipped straight to first names like it was nothing,” He gasped out in between fits of laughter. 

You bit your lip, having no choice but to endure the shame and humiliation.

He finally stopped laughing enough to pull back and look at you, amusement painted clearly across his features. “Cat got your tongue?” He repeated his earlier words. “Princess.”

And there it was again. That same, overwhelming flood of crimson that rushed to the surface of your skin, enveloping every inch of your face. This time, even the tips of your ears had begun to dye themselves in the similar shade of rouge. 

“Aww. How cute. Fearless in the face of monsters, but speechless when it comes to me. Why is that?” His voice danced with that familiar, teasing tone. 

You attempted to shrink away from him but he caught you by the waist. 

“No running away from me now, Princess.” His tone suddenly dropped, his words a low purr. “Tell me. What’s got you so worked up?”

“If you’re asking me things like that, you already know.” You grumbled in complaint. He chuckled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’ll have to enlighten me.” 

“I like you. Stupid Soshiro.” You crossed your arms emphatically.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.”

“I said you’re stupid, Soshiro!” 

He pressed his lips to yours, his taste intermingling with yours as he deepened the kiss.  “And…” He pulled away, leaving you entranced, “What was it you said before that?”

“...like you. Stupid.” You repeated meekly.

“Could’ve done without the stupid,” He grinned, “But I like you too. My princess.” He dipped his head down to smother his whispered words against the soft swell of your lips once again. And then he kept kissing you until your lips were chapped, until there was no question about his feelings for you. 

You’d never been too fond of your nickname before, but somehow, someway, whenever he murmured it the way he did, in that sickeningly sweet tone of his, as he buried his lips in yours, somehow- you felt like royalty.

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[kitnita]

Hi I hope this isn't a dumb question but I'm a new Stars fan (This is actually my first time watching the hockey season) and I was wondering what the "We're not going home" phase is from and why did some people here got emotional when Khudobin said it during our home game on Tuesday

hi!!! there are no dumb questions!!!! the phrase came out of the 2020 bubble playoffs which, wild as it is to realize, were nearly five years ago 😭 so even if you'd been watching for a couple seasons it's the kind of thing that you might've missed anyway!!!!!

technically (& i didn't even fully remember this!) the stars using 'we're not going home' as a rallying cry in the bubble didn't even originate with dobby!!! joel kiviranta said it first, after the stars beat colorado in game seven of the second round thanks to his overtime game-winning hat-trick goal.

the stars' player of the game token at the time was a chain with a big dallas logo in it; a long-haired roope rightfully handed it over to kivi, the room called for him to give a speech, and in response kivi said, 'fuckin' right. we're not going home!'

it became associated with dobby when he was given the player of the game token after the stars beat vegas in game five of the WCF, and succinctly said, 'WE'RE NOT GOING HOME!' before putting the chain on.

all the love to kivi but dobby just said it with a little more panache!! he'd presumably had more time to think on how he wanted to use the phrase!!! also, as you may or may not know, espn+ had a series called quest for the stanley cup for a couple of seasons (it looks like 2023 was the last, maybe because the amazon documentary series kind of took over last season? who knows) & the title of the fourth episode was 'we're not going home' & featured dobby's use of the phrase as a closer to its coverage of that series, which i think helped cement it as dobby's in general hockey media. sorry kivi. we will always have 'joel fucking kiviranta' though!

anyway. all that to say, it was very nostalgic to hear dobby say it on tuesday!!!!!! it's such a Bubble Playoffs Phrase because it just .......... wouldn't really make sense as a rallying cry any other year. eliminated teams in 2020 left the bubble pretty immediately after getting eliminated so everyone could go home & go back to quarantining and waiting to hear what the league's plan was to return to play for the next season.

obviously most of the time, getting to go home during the playoffs is a good thing!! it's part of why teams want home ice advantage so much!!!

2020 flipped everything on its head though & turned being stuck in a hotel in edmonton for that much longer into a good thing. 'we're not going home' essentially just meant 'we're moving on to the next round' but it sounds so much cooler. dobby saying it on tuesday didn't literally mean 'we're not going home' so much as it meant 'we're moving on,' except that he was a game early so once more: can he please come back on saturday?? for the vibes???

i really wish i could easily put footnotes into a tumblr post but here are some sources:

rmnb put out an article about dobby saying 'we're not going home!' because andrej sekera referred to him as the russian machine, which is ovi's nickname. this was super useful in sourcing the vidoes of kivi & dobby saying the phrase from the stars twitter so shoutout to them.

espn did a recap article about the 'we're not going home' episode of quest for the stanley cup, which is kind of fun as an artifact now because pete was vegas' coach when dallas beat them! which i Knew but had like. kind of forgotten. 'Apparently DeBoer greeted every Stars player with "go win it" after they eliminated Vegas in the Western Conference finals.' pete can you somehow bring this energy back but in the locker room this time & with some extra juice. please pete i'm begging.

[useless-catalanfacts]

hi!

i don't know if you've gotten this question before, but are there any catalan movies or series you'd particularly recommend? could be any genre, i just haven't really found any, so i figured i'd ask the expert :)

gràcies!

Hello! Sorry I took long to answer, I started writing the answer, saved it in drafts and then forgot about it for some days.

Yes, there are many I like. I'll divide this answer into movies, fiction TV series, and other TV shows. I'll include where you can stream them, but they don't always have English subtitles available.

Movies:

Casa en flames [House on Fire]: drama and comedy about a family learning each other's secrets. It's on Netflix and in some countries on Prime Video.

El 47 [The 47]: based on the real story about how a working class neighbourhood in Barcelona's periphery decides to kidnap buses until they get the routes they need. On Movistar+ and can be rented in other streaming services.

Fènix 11*23: tells the true story of a Catalan teenager who was arrested for terrorism over having sent an email. It's on FilmIn and can be rented in other services like YouTube Movies.

La vampira de Barcelona [The Barcelona Vampiress]: thriller-horror based on the real story of a woman from early 1900s Barcelona who legend accuses of being a vampire, and at the time was accused of kidnapping children for rituals. The movie looks at the story from a point of view of social criticism. Trigger warning for discussion of child sexual abuse. On Amazon Prime and can be rented on Rakuten TV.

Wolfgang: heartwarming comedy drama about a boy with Asperger's who suddenly has to move in with his dad he had never met before, and his aspirations of becoming the world's best piano player. This one is still in the cinemas.

Alcarràs: art house film about a farmer family who is about to lose all their farming land to build a solar energy centre. This is a slow movie (if you think of European artistic cinema, it's that kind of thing) and it has won many awards like the Berlinale. On Netflix.

Estiu 1993 [Summer 1993]: another art house film by the same director as Alcarràs (and if I remember right, this one is based on the director's life), about a little girl from Barcelona whose mother dies and she has to move to the countryside to start her new life. On Netflix.

El mestre que va prometre el mar [The Teacher Who Promised The Sea]: most of this movie is in Spanish since it's about a Catalan teacher who taught in a village in Spain in the 1930s. It's one of my favourite movies (not Catalan movies, I mean all movies) of the last couple of years. On Movistar+ and available for rent in other services.

Herois [Heroes]: coming-of-age story about a group of young teenagers who spend a summer together. Available for free with English subtitles on Rakuten TV.

Pa negre [Black Bread]: movie adaptation of the famous book, it's about a boy during the first years of Franco's dictatorship (1940s) and how he has to find out who committed a murder that the authorities want to pin on his father. On FilmIn.

Incerta Glòria [Uncertain Glory]: another movie adaptation of a famous book, about 20-year-olds who are volunteers in the antifascist army of the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939) and how they and the women they meet deal with the war and try to make sense of what they're living through. For free on RTVE Play.

Jean-françois i el sentit de la vida [Jean-François and the Meaning of Life]: coming-of-age-ish story of a child who dreams of meeting his favourite writer: Albert Camus. Not knowing he's dead, the boy runs away from home to travel to Paris and look for him. For free on RTVE Play.

Salvador (Puig Antich): biopic of one of the last people executed by Franco's dictatorship in the 1970s, a 24-year-old Catalan anarchist. On FilmIn.

Barcelona, nit d'estiu [Barcelona, Summer Night]: romantic comedy about different love stories that mix with each other on the night a comet crosses the sky. Since it was very successful, it has a sequel called Barcelona, nit d'hivern [Barcelona, Winter Night]. On Netflix.

A two-parter mini-series:

Descalç sobre la terra vermella [Barefoot on the Red Dirt]: biopic of Pere Casaldàliga, a Catalan priest who lived in Brazil and was at the forefront of the fight for indigenous rights. Free to stream on 3cat.

Fiction TV series:

Plats Bruts [Dirty Dishes]. It was mandatory for me to start with this 😂 the most iconic Catalan sitcom, about two men and their squatter (and some time also the assistant of one of the men) who live together in Barcelona and all the weird situations they get into. Free to stream on 3cat.

Polseres vermelles [Red Bands]: stories about a group of children and teens who become friends when they meet at a hospital, each one interned for a different reason. It has some coming-of-age, some drama, a bit of romance. This was the most followed Catalan fiction show in the early 2010s and has been translated to other languages because it was aired in other countries. Steven Spielberg made a USA remake (called "Red Band Society"), but the remake wasn't anywhere near as good. Free to stream on 3cat.

Merlí: high school drama that follows the story of a high school philosophy teacher and his students, the "peripatetics". This was the most successful Catalan fiction show of the late 2010s and has been translated to other languages and aired in other countries, it was particularly popular in Latin America so I'm sure it would be easy to find it with Spanish subtitles. Free to stream on 3cat. On Netflix you'll find the sequel (Merlí: Sapere Aude) but in my opinion the sequel wasn't very good.

Lo Cartanyà: sitcom about a self-centered weatherman in a village of the Lleida region. Free to stream on 3cat.

Porca misèria: comedy and drama about a group of people in their 30s who have to deal with this new period of their lives, including things related to their friendships, infidelities, etc. And for some reason they live with a pig. Free to stream on 3cat.

La Catedral del Mar [The Cathedral of the Sea]: historical drama based on the famous book with the same name. This one was filmed in Spanish but I'll include it because I know it was generally liked and it's on Netflix with English subtitles. It tells the story of a man in Medieval Barcelona who lives when Santa Maria del Mar was being built. There's drama, political intrigue, romance... a bit of everything.

Norats: fiction about a father and a son who have to hide from the fascists during the Spanish Civil War in Mallorca (in Mallorca, the fascist occupation succeeded very quickly and they massacred the dissident population with a lot of cruelty, there were many people who had to hide for years inside chimneys, locked rooms, etc to try to survive, similar to Anne Frank to explain it quickly). This show is based on that real historical context and creates a story where these two men will live as outlaws and bandits in the mountains. Free to stream on IB3.

Other TV shows:

Comtes. L'origen de Catalunya [Counts. The Origin of Catalonia]: dramatized documentary about the early history of Catalonia, when it was being formed as Counties. Very well done and very historically accurate. Free to stream on YouTube (legally, it was posted by the TV channel that made it).

Bèsties & Flames [Beasts & Flames]: the presenter travels Catalonia meeting different elements of the bestiary (beasts from our legends that are part of the festa major holidays). Each episode is dedicated to a different beast. She talks about the legends and talks to the members of the group about the role in folk culture celebrations. Free to stream on 3cat.

Eufòria: a very popular singing talent show. Free to stream on 3cat.

Crims, de Carles Porta [Crimes, by Carles Porta]: true crime about crimes that happened in Catalonia. This is one of the most popular TV shows of the last decade. The last season is free to stream on 3cat, the rest are on Netflix.

Tor: another show made by Carles Porta, all the series is about a crime that happened in the small village of Tor. Free to stream on 3cat.

El Foraster [The Foreigner]: a stand-up comedian travels to Catalonia's smallest towns and spends a week with them getting to know the neighbours, to put up a stand-up comedy show to laugh with them about the strange things he learned. It's very wholesome and funny and you can see some pretty weird things going on in some villages lmao. Free to stream in 3cat.

La Travessa [The Journey? this one is difficult to translate, it means a journey through something, where you cross something]: adventure reality TV show where a group of people have to race through a part of Catalonia getting through different challenges. The 1st season was to cross the whole length of the Catalan Pyrenees mountains, in the 2nd season they follow all the coast of Catalonia from North to South, and now they're preparing a new season that will be in the inland. Free to stream on 3cat.

Pirates a les balears [Pirates in the Balearic Islands]: documentary series about - well, about piracy in the Balearic Islands, of course. Free to stream on IB3.

This list is extremely Catalonia-centric since Spain has laws that don't allow us to watch Valencian TV/radio in Catalonia and don't allow Catalonia's TV and radio in the Valencian Country (even though all other regions of Spain air to all of Spain, we're the only ones with a legal restriction). Typical "divide and rule" strategy.

As always, everyone is welcome to leave recommendations!

[aggieharkness]

All blood is black in the night

Pairing: Avis Amberg x reader

Summary: You had caught her eye long ago. So pretty and pure, a strange thing for her to find in a line of work as was showbiz, and she was going to make sure she had you. No matter what. Not even if there was a rune marking you as someone else's property.

Warnings: smut (+18), swearing, oral (Avis receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), tit play, spanking, strap ons, blood, vampires, lingerie, hair pulling, biting, power play, Dom/Sub, marking, magic...

Author's note: I saw @anthewitch 's drawing of Avis as a vampire with Lilia and just coudnl't help myself. I'm sorry it took me so long to write it when I promised it would come out soon, but situations happened (I'm better now), and I wanted it to be good. I hope that you all like it and as always, be gentle but tell me if I need to be more graphic, if I'm lacking in something. I also accept ideas and suggestions that you might have. Available on Ao3. Finally, let's thank Patti Lupone for giving us Avis Amberg.

Shoutout to @bravewithacapitalb for being my beta reader. I LOVE MY WIFE!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️To @p2pecleanerwitheyes for being helping out when I needed her and for making the collage. LOVE YOU!!!!❤️❤️❤️ And to @anthewitch for the drawing of Avis that's in the middle of the collage. ITS GORGEOUS!!!

Word count: 28 K (As an apology)

All blood is black in the night

The smoke in the air was thick, like a dark fog that carried souls in silent parade through the streets, moaning and crying for release that would never come, only pain and an eternal wish that would never be heard. It was utterly delicious to taste such despair and fear lacing through the puffs that came out of her nostrils and mouth, like a dragon that’s ready to set fire to the entire world, to feast on the terror of all those small insignificant beings that walked past her as time stood still. The horrid and bright lights of the lampposts outside her office only increased her need for darkness, to be one with the shadows, to feel the adrenaline coursing through her bloodless veins until her dead heart pounded against her chest in anticipation, or perhaps to lazily stroll through streets that led nowhere simply to feel the sting of heat and cold against her skin for an instant. What a curse it was to be eternally beautiful and yet to be doomed to seek that which was not hers ever to have to calm her ever-growing thirst as she tumbled around the world as if it belonged to her. The ashes from her cigarette fell slowly onto the ground by her feet, swaying and breaking apart before collapsing on the floor like a sandcastle of consumed lives, like embers that were flashing their last orange flames before being snatched away by death, forgotten by the world, but not Avis. Never Avis.

She was a patient woman, someone who always got what she wanted and never apologised for getting it, but even with her perfection there was one detail she despised above everything else, her one and only regret. Decades past by, humans died and were born and from all those people that grew and crossed her path she could only feast of the bodies of men and the languid and virginal bodies of women, pretty dainty things untouched, unblemished by sin, an occurrence that was diminishing her supply of blood as the decades went by, as her cigarette became nothing between her perfect red lips. But even in her patience Avis was a powerful being, something far more impressive and important than those boys Ernie so willingly provided for her to satiate her hunger for passion and sex as much as her hunger for their flesh, and in that power she had bent rules and laws in her favour seeking something that up until a few months ago she had been unsure what it was. That smell, pure as the first specks of oxygen that had kissed the Earth, sweet as the first drops of honey that Spring brought, rich as the most expensive wine Avis had ever tasted, had welcomed her on a quiet and simply boring Monday morning, followed by the perfect image of a saint.

Hair neatly brushed and braided, cheeks rosy by the morning cold, not an inch of your skin spoilt in any way, pale and oh so enticing. The instant her oak eyes had landed on your form, hungry for everything that made you so utterly perfect, she had made it her mission to get you as close to her as possible, no matter what, not caring what others thought. She was a widow, a rich and gorgeous woman mature enough to know what she desired and how to get it, and stupid young kids who judged her with their fearful eyes wouldn’t stop her. She could make them all disappear in one long delicious rampage and get new people to work for her, after all Ace Studios was the best place in which to make ones, dreams come true. Or nightmares.

Every single detail had been set to lure you in, slowly drive you insane with lust until you begged her to take you but somehow everything had either failed or seemed to you like a lovely caring touch, a fact that had driven Avis insane with anger and frustration. Every single time your eyes had tenderly looked at her and thanked her only to totally miss the point had ended up with Avis fucking one of her boys to death. Literally. It wasn’t only the roughness with which she played with them, biting, scratching, choking them until they were on the verge of passing out as she rode them fast and hard, pouncing and fucking them until she was pleased, no matter how many times that could be, draining them until they were merely puppets in her perfectly manicured hands, her tongue licking every wound she had inflicted on their bodies, showing the gentleness she had foregone throughout the entire exchange until she grew tired of having them in her bed and quickly devoured them, blood staining her mouth and body as she let her lust and thirst mix in a perfect dance of sex and horror with which she satisfied herself one last time without fail.

But lately Ernie had been lacking boys that could withstand Avis’s energy, her body begging for blood, and yet she controlled herself, keeping tabs on you and making sure to get rid of any male eyes that fell on you, ripping them out without mercy, so angry that she had forgone her ritual and simply disposed of them. You might be too pure and innocent to notice her advances but everyone in that fucking place better know that you were hers or she would rip them all to pieces in the most gruesome sight of blood and flesh anyone could ever imagine. All for you. The cigarette in her lips had long died as she sat on her leather chair contemplating her options, thinking about what she was going to do with you because for the first time you had flirted, a giggle as sweet as anything Avis had ever had in her entire life and it would have been exquisite to let that sound fuck her under her clothes but it had not been directed at her. Some secretary or whatnot had caught your eye, and you had laughed at her mediocre jokes even when Avis was only a few feet from you, and that simple action, the sight of you all pure and saintly so close to the line of perversion was something she was not willing to take.

Between her index finger and her thumb, she put out the cigarette butt, the glass ashtray glinting under the horrid white lights, the entire office submerged in shadows that Avis longed to be in, to drag you with her and show you exactly where you belonged. To rip you from the “right” path and make sure you never forgot who your mistress was, your Goddess and the only person you should ever worship and sacrifice yourself to. Her acute hearing could make out the silence in the entire floor, the last person having left over ten minutes ago, making your little car one of the very few that were still in the lot, and therefore making it perfect for Avis to simply slip into your tiny cubicle and make a few suggestions. No, Avis thought as the plan formed in her head, her mind calculating and placing everything neatly in their rightful spot, hands pressed against each other as they rested against her lips, eyes narrowing and dilating. Suggestion shad been failing her in all these weeks, she would not waste any more energy on seemingly stupid seemly touches when it was clear your innocent mind was not picking on them. Time had always been on her side, but tonight it was an enemy, an hourglass that was running out of the thin and fine element, giving Avis the push she needed to turn the tables on her favour, to stop playing it safe and finally win the game.

After all the prize was far too sublime and tempting for her not to take it. Graceful as a tender April breeze she stood from her chair, her fingers tracing the edge of the wood of her desk as she rounded it, her black heels echoing against the walls with each step she took, the floor smooth under her soles. Even after she had finished her cigarette the air seemed to be foggy, filled with rivulets of thick smoke, or maybe it was the lust clouding her mind, she could not figure it out, not did she want to waste time on such a trivial task when there were far more important things to address, her eyes raking over every item in her office as she prepared herself for what was to be a delicious night. This room was a far cry from how it had looked when her husband had been alive, depressive, far too masculine for a man who could not keep up with Avis in the slightest, though she had made sure to keep a souvenir from him before his death, a tiny detail in a glass jar that hid in the depths of her desk. She had made sure he would never cheat on her again, watching in horrific delight the way his eyes widened in terror when she had ripped his dick off, basking in his pain and his despair before she grew tired of his screams. Oh, poor Mrs. Amberg who had to see her husband dead as she arrived home, crying fake tears and becoming the richest woman in the entire state in under a few hours. She had had half a mind to display her trophy, but it held more meaning for her where it rested.

She had not noticed the smile that had broken from her lips, dangerous, white teeth glinting under the mix of moonlight and lamplights, observing the trinkets she had been given throughout the decades, hoping to add you that her ever growing collection, although there was part of her that wanted to keep you for longer than she had with any other pet. Maybe if you proved yourself to her, you wouldn’t be a pet at all. Destiny seemed to be on her side tonight and had listened to her thoughts and pleas, as in a sudden and surprised move every light outside the lot turned off, a few sparks flying as if the electricity had suddenly spiked, pitch black darkness enfolding Avis and filling up every inch of the room, her body thriving in the feeling of the shadows that caressed her skin, her head lulled back in delight as her hands brushed against the sides of her body tasting the positively intoxicating flavour of secrets and filth that hid under the pretence of night. A predator can hunt better when its prey cannot see them, and a woman could give in to her pleasures when there are no unworthy eyes to observe her.

Her sense of hearing and smell weren’t the only thing that had improved since she had been turned decades ago, her vision had adapted and in the still of the night there was no soul she could not see, no poor unfortunate fool that she would not have, though she could grant you the tenderness that she never provided for anyone else if she so desired. A glass of scotch had been sitting on top of her desk for the last two hours as she planned, forgotten as the ice slowly melted, but now it was picked up and downed in one go, the burning sensation that travelled through her mouth and down her throat soothing the human doubts that sometimes would slither their way into her mind. Compassion, guilt, maybe even regret, but she was too old and too used to how cruel the world was to let anyone, not even her old self, make her feel bad for the things she had done and would continue doing. If she had been stripped of all her humanity against her will once upon a time, she would take advantage of it for her own gain not caring who got hurt. She could not die; it was of no concern to her what happened to those she sent on their merry way to Hell.

Picking up her purse and making her way to the big doors, she was sure to pick up her stole, draping it over her shoulder with one quick motion that fell perfectly over her clothes, like a rehearsed move that was meant to perhaps surprise someone, but in truth the only thing she wore to make people gasp, stumble on their words and beg for her permission to touch her was her underwear. Every morning, she dressed to fuck, then chose an outfit to kill and arranged herself to bewitch, and never had that process failed her. Humanity had failed her, and she was going to take revenge on them tonight.  It was borderline delirious to see all those innocent faces filled with lust and agony when she undressed, when she gave them the opportunity to touch her, to please her, always under her command and never taking liberties, always showing Avis a good time. But it was even more sublime to see the terror when in all her naked glory, still sweaty and dripping cum onto the hotel bedsheets or her own Egyptian linens, she feasted on their sweet, tainted blood, almost as good as all the orgasms she drowned in.

The last time she had a boy had been three weeks prior, which was all the more reason why she was walking out of her office, locking the doors and heading towards the lift partially wondering if there had been a power outage and she would have to take the stairs. Thankfully the button turned on as she pressed it, leaving her standing there waiting, tracing every step of her master plan in her mind, imagining the moment she would make you hers, ruining your virginal body in ways only she could. What a sight it will be when she has the perfect mix of your blood and your arousal on her tongue, crimson rivers falling from her mouth and down her neck until they get smeared all over her chest and collarbones as she thrives in her lust, perhaps your blood even dripping from her nipples in slow teardrops as her naked body lays covered in that bright red liquid, Avis watching all that pristine skin marked by her lips in bruises and by her teeth in bites, forever tainted. Ruined. God, she could not wait to rip that angelic façade and find what depraved little creature laid underneath for her to fuck until you could not remember your own name. She had gone so long without a woman it was a visceral need now, raw, maddening, primeval, and she would show you.

You worked on the second floor, three doors down from the lift, right beside a council room that only her husband used to use, a boring, utterly hideous place that made her want to vomit every time she set foot in it. She had been meaning to remodel it, but her mind had been far too preoccupied by you and your obliviousness that it had slipped her mind, though after tonight she might have all the time in the world to think about such things. Once you were dealt with. From the lift she could make out the soft melodies of conversations, fading in the night as your heart pumped in a relaxed, steady rhythm, the only sound left in that entire floor, lights turned off except for the hallway that led to your tiny cubicle. She had thought of several ways in which to tackle this, from simply taking you without mercy over your desk to taking you to dinner, in a fake attempt to woo you, but after considering everything, she came to the conclusion, there was no need for such brutality nor such romance. If you gave yourself completely to her there would be plenty of time for both, but if you didn’t… Let’s just say that Avis knew how to inflict pain as much as she could give pleasure, and she would not hesitate to punish you if the opportunity arose.

Flickering fluorescent lights bathed her fiery hair in disgusting artificial beams that could not make justice to the sight of Avis under the sun, simply breathtaking in the morning light as dawn broke through the horizon taking all the monstrosities of the night with the last sparkling stars, but the moment in which your eyes had settled on her form, and had drank in every inch of her when she wasn’t looking, was at dusk. There was something so mysterious and perfect when the golden light of the evening dressed her body in melted silks of diamonds and rubies only to be dressed in a perpetual gown of darkness and moonlight moments after, every star in her eyes, every secret about to spill from her lips.  You weren’t blind, you had seen her the moment you had set foot in this place, and a quiet voice had been telling you ever since that there was something more about Mrs. Amberg, something dangerous, something you could not quite pinpoint but that had you on the edge of your seat every time she talked with you which apparently was odd in itself.

This breathtaking woman, who filled the entire building with her presence, her confidence and her power, was giving her whole attention to you and no one else. Apparently seeing her around was a rare occurrence, a miracle some would say; she worked but never ate with the rest of the executives, never engaged in conversation with anyone but Mr. Samuels and Ms. Kincaid and kept pretty much to herself during the day. At night though Avis transformed into a completely different person. Rumours of deadly parties, of people that had crossed her and disappeared, of rituals she did to look as beautiful as she did spread like wildfire at the most random of times, and ever since you had arrived your name had floated through the halls like a curse. Avis Amberg didn’t give her sole attention to one person unless there was some sort of benefit she desired, people thought, a fact that wasn’t too far off from the truth, but Avis had had many virgins in her life and never had she met someone like you. A perfect and rare specimen that she would have for herself for all eternity, no one else allowed to claim your body and soul.

And part of you knew that. A small, tiny part of your brain that seemed to know what was going on but that it was far too small and quiet to be heard, warnings and pleas falling on deaf ears. You might have been oblivious to her advances, choosing to believe she was being kind instead of wanting to further your status from acquaintances to friends, or more, and as you worked alone at your desk you should have known that had been the mistake. You had been so engrossed in your typing, the clicking of the keys hitting the paper, echoing in the air, bouncing off the windows and closed doors as Avis’s footsteps were muffled by the carpeted floors, preventing you from hearing her approach you. But she could hear almost every cell in your body moving, your blood flowing and pumping through your veins making her mouth water, her tongue tracing the shape of her teeth, caressing her fangs gently in anticipation. She hadn’t felt such a thrill in a long time, and it was intoxicating to feel so ready to play, to wonder just how delicious you might be.

-Working late I see. – a quiet yelp escaped you, your hand rushing to your chest as your heart skipped a beat in fear at the interruption, the pencil you had had on your other hand slipping from your hand and rolling over your desk onto the ground, the sound soft as it collided with the tiles. Your head had jerked upwards to see Avis standing there, her hands toying with the fingers of her red gloves and she rested her body on the wall of your cubicle, her upper arm and shoulder pressed firmly over the smooth paint. You hadn’t seen her all day, almost missing her daily check-in before lunch or the random visits to observe you without uttering a word, just so her deep, rich eyes would fall on your form as her lips quirked into a wicked smile. – A pretty young thing like you should not be staying here, alone, at this time. Anyone could come in here and make indecent proposals to you, doll.

-I… Good evening, Mrs. Amberg. I… I was just finishing this report. I was going to leave in a few minutes.

-So much can happen in a few minutes. The night is a dangerous moment for any poor soul to be alone. – her body moved so slowly, her hips swaying from side to side as the fabric of her outfit hugged her figure, approaching your desk knowing perfectly that you would not run away. Never before had you seen clothes like this on her, a blouse bathed in black lace with a plunging neckline that allowed her black corselette underneath to peek through the red velvet. And as unusual as this outfit was, you could not say that the mix of black and red did not suit her. With each step the black velvet that draped over her legs, long and nearly brushing the ground, flowed like water around her curvy hips, pieces of rich oxblood red made out of translucent silk giving you glimpses of the skin underneath, of the nude stockings that covered her flesh. For a moment you thought that your mind was playing tricks on you, the roses embroidered on the skirt seeming to move in a sea of climbing flowers around her legs as the space between you became less and less, but it wasn’t that what made a red hue appear on your skin, it was the fact that through that silk, that beautifully expensive fabric, you could see the top of her stockings, the black lace that wrapped around her thigh and made your mind reel. Avis picked up like clockwork the way in which your once steady heart now beat nearly at double the speed, hammering against your ribs.

-It’s safe in here, and I don’t walk home Mrs. Amberg.

-Nowhere is truly safe doll. Has no one ever told you that?

-If it isn’t safe, why are you still here, ma’am?

-Because of pretty young things like you. Nothing can hurt me, but so many things can happen to you. – she was practically hovering over your desk, the embroideries around her breasts roses that had small rubies threaded in between them, like drops of blood that fell as one’s hands were prickled by the thorns. It was even more beautiful to see it so close, to almost feel the warm, soft fabric that hugged her waist, wishing you could undo the buttons on the front and see for yourself what truly hid underneath. Rumours had been floating around Hollywood for years of scars she carried, of images of deities she had imprinted on her skin, symbols that tainted her very soul and in your curious nature you wanted to see if she was unblemished and fair as you thought or if the world had been right all along. And if her freckled kissed skin was anything to go by, plump breasts begging to be released from in between their velvet and lace prison, you were pretty sure you had an early start on the race. The touch of her fingertips on your chin as she lifted your head slightly sent a jolt of electricity all throughout your body, but you didn’t dare move, didn’t dare speak, the contrast of her cold flesh on yours causing goosebumps to rise on your body. – We wouldn’t want anything nor anyone to touch you, would we now?

-No… No ma’am.

-Then be a good girl and get your things. I may have a chore or two for you that need to be completed tonight.

-Ms Kincaid said that all the important reports were made by her or Ms. Stinton.

-They are, but these chores can only be done by you, honey. You don’t want to cross me and upset me, do you? – the tender grip she had had on your chin suddenly became a harsh grab of your face, pulling you closer to her until your body had stood from its chair and was practically bent over the desk, breasts brushing your typewriter. Her eyes were staring at you with a deep sense of want, perhaps the initial stages of lust, her irises somewhat dilated but still allowing you to drown in that exquisite sea of browns that danced before you, singing in perfectly rehearsed voices to lure you deeper and deeper into her spell. You didn’t know then, but in that position with her red lips inches from yours you had already signed to do whatever she desired, given yourself without speaking, all so you could stare at her eyes for all eternity. Avis, being the smart woman she was, knew perfectly well that she had you wrapped around her finger already, but where was the fun when there’s no resistance, no pleadings and apologies? She wanted you to beg for mercy, and she would have it.

-No ma’am.

-Good girl. Get your things, I’m driving you to my place to… fulfil your duties. It’s far too late for me to let you go home all alone.

You were about to retort, mouth slightly agape when her grip on your face hardened, leaving you unable to voice your response, not that she would have let you say no by the way her eyes hardened slightly, narrowing and glancing at your rosy lips. Just that action made you close it, nodding in agreement at a question that was never asked. That seemed to please her, and her fingers loosened on your skin, her smooth tips caressing the reddened flesh she had abused as if she could soothe it. You were so eager to please, so ready to be controlled and broken, hints of fear mixing with your perfume, matching the way your eyes widened and shone in slight alarm. It was delicious to smell such a spicy aroma in the air, almost as terrified as the souls that followed her in the shadows as she walked through the night, their cries music to her ears, their tears the water she used to bathe her body in and soon yours would join them. Unless you proved to be far more rewarding to keep around. Avis’s thumb traced the shape of your lower lip, removing part of the balm you had applied not that long ago, and in a bold move to test the waters she moved her hand away from you, releasing your face at last, and proceeded to lick the translucent product with her tongue, making sure to keep her eyes on yours as she did so. Your body had the expected reaction.

The rush of blood in your body, the way your breath picked up would have been unnoticeable to a normal person, but Avis was far from human or normal, and she thrived in knowing that you were already crumbling when she had barely touched you, barely teased you. God, this was going to be a good night. Your body was frozen on the spot, watching Avis’s every move as the temperature under your skin rose by several degrees, following the shape of her hands, veins prominent on the back, nails trimmed and painted to perfection, an absolutely stunning piece of jewellery glinting in her middle finger that matched her person down to the very last detail. The stone embedded in between a dozen small diamonds and white gold seemed to be the deepest red ruby your eyes had ever seen, and as she moved her hand you could have sworn that you had got a glimpse of a distressed face reflecting off of it, but as soon as you blinked it was gone, leaving only the uneasy feeling that that ruby was more than just a simple stone. Under the flickering and nauseating lights as she hovered over you her hair shone and glowed in flames that framed her gorgeous face and bathed her features, a sea of fire that your fingers longed to touch, longed to be burnt in, her red lips slightly parted, plump, and so very inviting, calling out to you in whispers that licked at the back of your ears. Were your eyes so enthralled that your own mind was playing tricks on your overheated body? Every thread of fabric that dressed her seemed to flow around her like snakes, hugging every curve, hiding her skin and yet giving you glimpses of what you could have, what, as the seconds passed, your body was craving more and more.

Inches away from you, that velvet she wore matched the colour of your blood, deep, rich, but still inside you, rushing through your veins making Avis’s fingers twitch with want, but she had to be patient. With a grace you hadn’t witnessed before Avis straightened on her spot, tall in her shiny black heels, waiting for you to break free from her gaze and start gathering your things, but maybe she hadn’t controlled herself as much as she thought, intoxicating you too much and too early and leaving your body under a spell that you could not break on your own. For an instant she felt a glimpse of regret, maybe it was guilt, but it vanished just as fast as she moved around your desk, your body falling back on your chair of its own accord. There were no barriers between the two of you now, Avis observing your soft blue dress as it gathered around your thighs, your hands shaking softly, holding onto the linen of your gown as your breath picked up, your heart rate almost spiking with each step Avis took towards you, her perfume slamming onto you like a sudden wave that knocked you off your feet, whiffs of florals and a hint of vanilla filling your lungs. Her stole slipped from her shoulder slightly, threatening to fall as she bent her body, palms firmly on the armrests of your chair, her purse and gloves temporarily placed on your desk, allowing her whole body to pay attention to yours. It was a strange sensation to be barely inches from her face and not feel heat emanating from her, not hot breath ghosting over your lips, only cold, but it was a strange cold, one that somehow was filled with life and got a sharper response than any warm caress ever could.

-What is it Ms. Y/S? Why so quiet all of a sudden? Have my words scared you?

-I…

-Shhhh. – with her finger under your chin again she was able to lift your head, tilting it back slightly so that her lips were barely less than an inch from you, your nose smelling the rich carmine that had so neatly been applied throughout the day. How would it look smudged on your lips? Would it taste of her? Your brain could not comprehend these feelings, this visceral need that had grown inside you so quickly but at the same time you could not make it fade, perhaps didn’t have any desire to do so, after all it was well known that Avis Amberg got what she wanted and never took no for an answer. – You don’t have to fear anyone as long as I’m here doll. I’ll protect you… if you behave and don’t upset me. You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?

-Y… Yes, ma’am.

-Good girl. Go get your things, and hurry. There’s a lot to do before I release you.

If she did allow you the sweet and eternally damned release of death. Not a single virgin she had ever had had stayed with her, all meeting their demise as soon as their purpose was done, but there was something about you, something so delicious that she could taste it on the tip of her tongue, letting her breath, tainted with scotch, brush your lips before she stood up again readjusting her stole. She had nearly set you ablaze and she seemed so cool, so calm and relaxed, as if she hadn’t just spiked every hormone in your system, your mind clouded, foggy, every thought slow. You could only think of doing what she told you, of obeying her every word until she was pleased, until she praised your willingness to do what she desired, something you had never truly thought about until this very moment, when your entire world shifted from living your lonely life to being anything and everything Avis wanted you to be. As she rounded your desk once again, swaying her hips a little bit more than necessary, you practically sprung from your chair, throwing the cover of your typewriter on without much care, grabbing your white jacket and small purse from the hanger behind you, nearly tripping on a stack of old reports you had no room for. A smirk painted Avis’s lips at your clumsiness, a small chuckle nearly escaping her throat, but she kept it in. You were such a delightfully young and naïve thing.

Even before you had put your jacket on Avis was already stepping out of your cubicle and walking down the hallway towards the lift, your person rushing to turn lamps off and follow her before she could get upset at your lack of speed. A cold cup of coffee would be left on your desk, next to a picture, for whoever came to see you in the morning, only for them to find dust gathering over your forgotten reports and thirsty plants, unsure if you would ever return or be mourned in the early hours of the morning. The picture that presided your desk showed a gorgeous older woman of peppery curls and rich chocolate eyes, that strangely seemed to be twins of Avis’s, dressed in a yellow jacket and the hints of a white blouse underneath, the entire photograph radiating comfort and beauty as the strange woman smiled, a soft smile that stretched her reddish lips slightly. A signature on the right corner said “Yours forevers. Lilia xx”, swallowed by the deep shadows of the night. When Lilia found out about what Avis had done to you all Hell would break loose, two completely different and dangerous worlds colliding, and in that war, you would be in the middle.

The lift opened exactly as you stopped on your tracks beside Avis, the woman glancing at you from the corner of her eye already counting and planning all the things she was going to do to you, every depraved and perverted idea consuming what little control she had with each passing second. It was proving so very difficult not to pounce on you and suck you dry, the craving for your virgin blood nearly maddening, all consuming. Her grip on her gloves and purse nearly turned her knuckles white, inhaling sharply when your arm nearly brushed hers as the lift came to a halt on the ground floor, your perfume, a mix between berries and something sweet that she was unsure whether resembled caramel or vanilla, filling her lungs as her ears counted each beat of your heart, tracing the shape of her fangs in anticipation. With a loud ding that echoed in the mostly empty lobby Avis didn’t bother to wait for you, simply headed towards the entrance doors knowing that you would follow, that she had you wrapped around her perfect finger, and you would never stray from her side. Under her spell, her voice bouncing in your head “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”, every ounce of free will had vanished from your body, your steps quick to keep up with Avis’s confident strides, your eyes following the shape of her spine over the velvet of her blouse, mesmerised by the way her skirt hugged her ass to such detail that you were almost sure you could see the garters of her stockings through the red embroidered roses, your mind jealous of each thread that dressed her.

The night air was slightly chilly, colder than you had expected after the heat of the day but to Avis it was the perfect weather, that gentle breeze caressing her skin with tender invisible fingers in that way only someone like her could feel. She had been a bride of darkness when she first got turned, scared, confused and so very lost but now she was longer that stupid little thing, she was its only wife, and she demanded and yearned for every touch and kiss it would grant her knowing that there was no one more powerful than her. Feeling the tender kiss of night on her red lips she smiled softly, thriving in the fact that you had to stay close to her while she walked towards her Cadillac, allowing herself to study you without you being able to see her, from your angelic face to the way your breasts bounced with each step you took. It was delicious and Avis almost craved for that sweet fog that would hide you both from the world, no disturbances annoying her while she devoured you, in every single sense, in the middle of the parking lot. But she supposed that the pitch blackness that was bathing the city allowing the shadows of lonely ghosts and souls to roam free to pave Avis’s way, was enough, a warning that she had to be patient as you’d be far sweeter when she had you in her bed and not over dirty concrete.

It would be a lie to say that you weren’t scared, the trek you were so very used to from the building to your car now a sea of nothing that consumed every spot of light your eyes could see, making every step you took unsteady, terrified even, but you had to trust Avis. She seemed to know exactly where she was going and you could not afford to get lost in this darkness; no one would ever find you again, and so you kept your body as close to hers as possible without touching her, keeping a moderate distance that wouldn’t make her feel imprisoned, almost crashing into her the moment she halted her walk, your hands clinging to your jacket and muttering apologies that were far too quiet for anyone to hear, but Avis did, and she smirked, her teeth shining in the night as if they had a light of their own. Avis’s skilled fingers pulled the keys to her beautiful Cadillac out of her black purse, working quickly on opening it, pulling the door and bending to flick the headlights on as the smell of your fear nearly overwhelmed her senses. She adored it but not when it overshadowed everything else that she wanted to taste phantomly on her tongue. As the bright beams bathed the ground and everything on a six feet radius your mind calmed its raging thoughts, eyes falling on Avis’s form as she was still bent partially inside the car, the fabric of her skirt taunt, nearly stretching the seams to the point in which you thought it might burst, firmly clinging to her round ass.

Everything was falling into place, a set of dominos crumbling under the steady weight of her heeled foot, watching in gleeful delight as each step performed just as expected, her power, the lust that flowed through her veins every hour of every day intoxicating you, making your mind hers as the clock ticked by. Your body would bend and break for her. Even though she found your reactions sublime she was finding it harder and harder to control her needs, and with no time to waste she pushed herself upright, turned to look at you and simply gestured with her head to the passenger seat, and thankfully you picked up on it quickly and rushed to the other side of the car, stumbling on your own feet. That eagerness did bring a laugh out of Avis, a sound deep and rumbling that echoed in the night like a perfectly tuned orchestra that played ancient organs under the dark clouds that hid the full moon, her head lulled back as her frame shook slightly for a moment. So adorable, so different from the other girls she had had, perhaps if you performed as she wanted you to, she’d keep you around.

Settling herself behind the wheel she pulled out her gold cigarette case from her purse before throwing it in the space between the two of you, her stole flying to the back seat without a care, the hood of the car off to enjoy the crisp air of the night. The red carmine stained the butt of her cigarette, turning her face to look at you while raising an eyebrow, asking without speaking, perhaps even demanding, for you to light it, your trembling hands grabbing her purse and looking for her gold lighter observing briefly the tube of lipstick, a handkerchief with red stains, a small bottle of perfume and a load of cash that was far more you had ever seen in your entire life, finding the lighter in a small pocket. Your hands shook as you lifted them, the flame flickering dangerously close to Avis’s face, but she steadied you as her cold flesh wrapped around your fingers, holding you still, and letting the cigarette burn between her lips. That first puff of smoke, the taste of nicotine and tobacco, tempered her system, calming her needy body slightly as her gaze locked onto yours, letting the smoke escape her mouth and nostrils in a big thick cloud but not before she blowed the last few rivulets your way, the swirls caressing your skin as your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. How could such a thing smell just so like her, sweet and addictive, as if she was breathing part of her own self in your direction?

You hadn’t even noticed, lost in your own world, how Avis has slid closer to you, her face inches form yours, tempted to brush her lips over yours but deciding against it after a moment, simply granting you the ghostly touch of her cigarette in your mouth, your eyes shooting open when you tasted her carmine and saliva, breathing in that deep tobacco that coursed through Avis’s veins, almost tasting her scotch on your tongue. If your body had been inadvertently fighting against her spell it was no longer bothering, the salty aroma of your arousal finally reaching Avis’s nostrils. Sharp as a blade she took her cigarette back, her nails raking over your jaw and neck as her pupils dilated, red angry marks painting your skin before she turned the engine off and backed out of her spot towards the gates, leaving you stunned, highly worked up and frozen in your seat. Your breath was hitched in your lungs holding onto the smoke without realising it, feeling the vibrations of the engine as Avis manoeuvred expertly through the gates and down the road, one hand on the wheel while the other held her cigarette, the radio playing a soft song that you couldn’t truly make out as the car sped down the street.

It was such a strange sight to see Hollywood in the dark, not even the moonlight daring to break through the clouds, like something out of a horror movie. No one out in the streets, even though it was summer, no music floating through the air as doors opened, the expected broken songs from clubs not even daring to slip through the cracks of the old buildings, afraid that the delicate balance that had settled over the city would shatter, taking everyone in its apocalyptic destruction. There was something so eerie about how things were developing, how the night was unfolding in a succession of occurrences that seemed too exact to be coincidences and yet there was no one to blame but the universe, the relative randomness of these things falling in no one’s hands. Though it didn’t make s feel any better. There were no lights even inside the houses, as if the entire world had gone dark, the only source of light coming from the cars that would pass Avis’s as she drove, completely relaxed, smoking her cigarette and letting the puffs of grey clouds bathe her face before they vanished into the air, the radio sounding more like static than actual voices. It was almost like a warning sign that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand, but you could not turn back now, not that you wanted to. Being with Avis was giving you a sense of safety and protection that you were sure no one else could ever give you, her body commanding the night as if she owned it, as if it owed her and would never mess with her.

From between two clouds the gentle rays of silver moonlight set the town alight, easing your fears for an instant or two, and allowing you to stare unabashed at your companion’s face. If ever should you say Avis Amberg wasn’t a stunning, gorgeous, breathtaking woman your eyes had been lost to a world where there was nothing worth living for, something from which you would never recover and that demanded death, because the day she was created every God in the universe, every entity, every fleck of matter that floated in between black holes had collided and exploded in a dance of particles that had sculped her. Every angel that had shaped her face and body had cut their hands off afterwards so there would never be a most exquisite work of art in this world. Unbeknownst to you though, eternity had given her the touch of immortal beauty that would never fade, never wilt. Avis was forever still in time, watching as others shrivelled and passed while she drank a glass of wine in her rich world built in a bubble of blood and stranded souls.  And now, if she had it her way, you would either live with her inside it or accompany all those whom she had killed before, and something in the back of your head was extremely aware of such a fact.

Avis could have told you to stare ahead, to make watch the shadows of all the houses and palm trees that the Cadillac’s headlights, along with the moonlight, let you see only for a brief moment, but the fact that your attention was on her, so deeply attached to her form, your heart beating hard against your ribs as your gaze never strayed from her, she could  not find it in her to deny you such pleasure. She was breaking so many rules tonight, allowing you to do things that she would never even think of allowing to one of her boys to do, things she had most certainly never let any of her girls even think about, but she wasn’t displeased with your eagerness to adore her. She had not forgotten your flirting though, and she had many, many plans to ensure that no other human would ever cross your mind, not even for a second. She wanted to be inside your head, inside your blood, to make you an addict and never let you live without her, your soul dependent of every single inch of her body, for her love, her pain and her desire. And the best way to start was by letting you look at her, drink her in and practically stamp her profile with fire into your brain.

Invisible fingers traced her shape of those perfect curls that frame her forehead, the breeze that formed as the car sped down the street not even touching a single strand, as if the air around you feared her and refused to touch her unless she desired it. Under the moonlight her ginger locks looked like stunning seas of rubies that were threaded through every single hair strand, matching the deep blood gems that decorated her collarbone and fingers, making you wonder if they would be soft in your hands, if her body would be truly cold if she was on top of you. Her long eyelashes fluttered open and closed with each blink, but it seemed to you as if the entire world had gone slow, every breath and movement suddenly taking centuries when they used to take seconds. Perhaps you were drunk already, inhibited simply by her, but you could not find the power to speak, to voice your concerns or to simply compliment her, your eyes kept watching how drops of silver moonlight fell from her lashes into her chocolate eyes, taking you back to a moment when instead of ginger curls there had been peppery ringlets in between your fingers. Still Avis was the only woman you could focus on, Lilia a million miles away from this very moment, pushed to the back of your mind like a forgotten thought, making your heart constrict and sting as if Avis’s hand was wrapped around it, her palm squeezing, her nails digging deep and making you bleed. 

You could imagine her licking the crimson liquid from her palm as she stared at you, as she held your still beating heart like a prize, knowing that she had you at her mercy. Avis swerved the car to the right, sending your body closer to hers, your left hand on the back of the seats, nearly touching her shoulder while your right hand shot towards the dashboard. From the corner of her eye, she saw the way your gaze travelled to her legs, the satin allowing you to see the lace of her stockings closer, your knee inches away from her. In that moment, your breath held in your lungs, she turned her head slightly to watch you, a smirk painting her lips after taking a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke puffing out of her nostrils.  God, every inch of her skin was sublime, her red lips begging for you to get closer, her rosy cheeks asking you’re your fingers to touch her, but it was her eyes, her utterly beautiful eyes, that were speaking to you, ordering you to not to a thing unless she gave you express permission. And so, you sat there, inches from her, your body temperature skyrocketing to a point that you were wondering if steam was coming off of your skin, aching in your core and wishing she would speak, tell you exactly what she wanted you your restless hands could finally do what they were practically begging to do.

Avis could already smell you, sending shivers of arousal all over her body, her foot stepping on the gas a bit more to get her mansion as fast as possible, growing restless and feeling how there were only a few threads keeping her control at bay. Flicking her cigarette out the window her eyes returned to the road, her house only a couple of streets away, feeling your body moving away from her to return to your previous place but she didn’t want that. Her hand shot to grab your thigh, stopping you in your tracks. It startled you just how cold her hands were against your scorching body, but it was a delicious contrast. As you two got closer to Avis’s place the headlights of her car dimmed, leaving the silvery glow of the moon to bathe her face almost exclusively, rivers of platinum tracing the shape of her gorgeous nose and kissing her lips, bright red mixing with silver. The engine slowed down in front of a set of big metal gates that were slightly opened, almost as if someone had been waiting for you both, the hood of Avis’s Cadillac pushing them open gently until there was enough room for her to drive through and park on her specified spot. And in all that time her hand had never lifted from your thigh, ensuring you stayed put.

Had you not been under her spell you would have noticed the front of Avis’s gorgeous house, the pillars, the neatly trimmed bushes and trees, the expensive fabrics of her curtains shining under the headlights for an instant before the car was turned off. Now there was nothing but darkness, no source of light to protect you, just the feeling of Avis’s touch on your leg to reassure you that you weren’t alone, that you would not be at the mercy of any horrid creatures that might be lurking in the night, your boss, the woman that had been trying to get your attention for weeks, shielding you. And it felt good. She was there when others had stayed behind, when the tender touch of hands filled with rings was nothing more than a ghostly sensation in the back of your mind, peppery curls and the perfect smell of incense somewhere in an apartment that you could only vaguely recall. Moonlight briefly vanished from the world, the sky cloudy, threatening storms approaching, and it was then, in that thick darkness that Avis’s hand travelled to your inner thigh, her body closer than ever before, velvet touching flesh, cold breath that no longer smelled of scotch, only nicotine, caressing your ear.

-You are going to do so well for me. Put in all the work I want, will you?

-Ye… Yes.

-Such a good girl. I have one rule that you must follow at all times, if you fail to do so, I will punish you. Severely.

-I understand. – her perfume was making you dizzy, lust seeping from every pore in her body, clawing and getting under your skin, fuelling the need for her even more, your underwear ruined at this point. Drenched practically and she had barely touched you. – What is the rule ma’am?

-The moment we cross the threshold of my house I won’t be Mrs. Amberg or ma’am anymore. Tonight, you take care of mama, tomorrow, she might take care of you.

And with that the wheels were set in motion. It was a dream the way Avis’s lips landed on your cheek in a gentle and short peck, her skin finally making contact with yours, and although her mouth was as cold as her hands, they left the imprint of fire on your flesh. In an instant the moment had ended, and just like that she was stepping out of the car, tracing her lips with her tongue to savour the taste of your skin, an appetiser of sorts, hints of what was to come. You sat there, frozen until you heard the click of the passenger door opening, her silhouette visible under the moonlight that had finally escaped from in between the clouds, her curves glowing under silver beams, her neck and cleavage drawing your eyes from where she had been sitting only moments before, claiming your full attention. There would never be a sweeter moment than the instant you begin to peel all those gorgeous clothes off of her, needing to know what laid underneath. Stumbling slightly, you stepped out of the car, following Avis towards the house as soon as she locked the car, her hips swaying from side to side far more than was needed, but you weren’t going to complain. 

The front doors seemed heavy, but Avis pulled her keys out of her purse and pushed them open with very little effort, stepping to the side to let you go in first. Should you actually step inside? There was a quiet voice in the back of your head telling you not to but her eyes, her goddammed eyes were telling you to follow her, to walk into her arms and you could not fight them, you needed to drown in them, fall so deep inside Avis that you would never ever be able to escape. So, against every coherent thought you stepped inside, the door closing with a screech until the thunderous sound of wood shutting and keys turning told you that there was no escape, not anymore. You did not have time to explore, to observe the grandiose hallway you stood in, not that you would be able to when everything was pitch black, before your body was pressed forcefully against the doors, hands on your hips, fingers digging so hard through your clothes, you were sure there would be bruises there in the morning. Avis’s body was completely moulded to yours, her breasts squashed against your chest practically spilling from her velvet blouse as her face moved until it was inches from yours, her lips brushing your skin in such featherlight touches that she was drawing goosebumps all over. Berry perfume filled her lungs, but it wasn’t overwhelming, not when she could practically smell your blood under your skin.

-It is so rare to find someone like you.

-Li… like me? – your knees buckled slightly when you felt her hips pressing against yours, her hands slowly travelling over your lower back towards your ass to pull you closer, feeling every layer that she was wearing underneath her skirt.

-Untouched. Pure. I would almost say that you were innocent, but I wouldn’t buy my own lie. I’m sure your mind is full of depraved images, isn’t it?

-I…

-Don’t be shy. Tell me. – for a moment your mind could not even begin to register her words, not when her lips were pecking under your ear, licking the skin of your jawline, but in the end you managed to pull yourself together enough to let one single fantasy escape your throat, your hands pressed firmly against the doors as you had not been granted permission to touch Avis. – Tell mama what you have imagined doing with her.

-To watch… to watch as you fuck me mama. To see us in a mirror as you fuck me.

-Is that so? Fuck, it’s always the innocent ones, isn’t it?

No other words were uttered after that, no, Avis simply grabbed your hand and pulled you with her towards the stairs, your feet stumbling slightly over the tiles as the speed at which she was moving was almost too fast for you. The fingers that were wrapped around your wrist was definitely going to leave bruises, but you were lost already and would watch as Avis ripped you open and feasted on your body if she so desired, and would never even consider complaining, though what she was going to do to you would be consider borderline torture. Walking up the stairs was a chore when your eyes were adjusting to the dark, trying to make out the way her ass was moving with each step while also fighting your clumsiness, avoiding narrowly falling down the stairs a couple of times. Reaching the landing was a miracle but you didn’t have time to catch your breath before you were being rushed into a bedroom, every item around you blurry, barely shapes when your eyes could not stray from her. Your body could not stay upright when she pushed you quickly into what you assumed was the mistress bedroom, falling to your knees close to the foot of the bed, your hands scraping on the carpet.

The sound of a faint click had barely been audible as you winced and tried to see if you had injured yourself on the fall, but you sure heard Avis’s heels over the tiles, each step slow, far too slow, calculated almost and the fact that your back was to her sent shivers of anticipation and fear down your back. What on Earth did she have in mind? Did she want you on your knees at her feet? Carefully you turned your body, crawled to see her, and for some reason what your eyes met left you breathless. Not a single window was covered by its curtains, beams of moonlight drowning the room in silver halos that bathed her body, fingers with perfect manicured nails toying with each button on the front of her blouse, right underneath her bust, walking towards you over waves of platinum and rubies, the three feet that separated you vanishing inch by inch, exactly the same way velvet unwrapped form her body when the corselette she was wearing underneath began to make itself known, peeking and caressing her ample breasts. Your heart was rushing so fast you feared it might escape your chest, and you were positive she was hearing it and thriving on the fact that she could terrify you and excite you equally, your veins enlarged as your blood sped through your body.

She had been barely a foot from you when you made the stupid decision to try and stand, thinking that she would want to be face to face with you, but she had no desire to see you any other place that on your knees. The sole of her heel met the fabric of your dress and part of your skin when she placed it on your chest, the strength on her leg keeping you in place, black polished stilettos stepping on you, keeping you in your rightful place, one hand leaving her blouse to grab the hem of her skirt. Velvet and silk slid over her shin, caressing her knee and the soft flesh of her thigh, letting your eyes feast on her nude stockings and the skin underneath, although your eyes did drift under her skirt and in between her legs. Your mouth became dry. Was your brain playing tricks on you or was she not wearing anything? The fabric had gathered around her thigh, almost right above the lace of her stockings, hiding her from you, leaving you unable to answer your own question, the need to know, to see for yourself growing with each passing second, but she made no effort to move the skirt any further. Instead, she bent forward to make her point clearer, her breasts nearly spilling form the top of her corselette, velvet caressing the sides of her bosom.

-Did I tell you you could stand? – your throat was dry, like sandpaper, your vocal cords refusing to cooperate with you and make a sound, perhaps for the best. You shook your head, knees digging onto the wrinkles of the rug, hands pressed against the ground on each side of you as your gaze drifted from her foot, following the shape of her leg all the way to her chest, tracing invisible steps up her collarbone to her face. – Then be a good girl and never, ever, take liberties. I command you, you breath for me when I tell you to, you bleed if I wish it, you will spread yourself if I so desire it and if you don’t comply, I will make sure you regret it. Have I made myself clear?

With one single nod the stern look that had painted her lips vanished, mouth smirking, letting your eyes catch a glimpse of her white fangs that shone under the silver moonlight, her fingers caressing your cheeks, nails leaving red, angry trails over your skin. Part of Avis wanted to pepper kisses over your unblemished flesh, to memorise every inch of it until the only thing in her mind was you, but there was part that wanted to shred it to pieces, to unravel you like a ribbon and see the perverted creature that laid underneath because there was a feeling in her dead. Her cold heart that was telling her you were far less innocent that she had been led to believe. Not when you had flirted with that stupid girl and she could smell the kisses of a woman she knew very well on your cheeks, her perfume lingering lightly on your clothes. She hadn’t noticed at first, far too focused on enchanting you, but when she had caught a glimpse of that picture on your desk, and your perfume gave away to hints of Lilia’s her need to claim you, to ruin you and steal you grew even stronger, it wasn’t a simple want anymore, it was a need that made her bones ache and there was only one way to sooth it.

-May… May I touch, mother?

-Such a well-behaved child. You may touch me. Please mother.

Her wish was your command. Her body straightened even if her foot didn’t leave your chest, a dull pressure over your breasts from where the heel was digging slightly but it didn’t bother you. Gentle fingers began to caress the silk of her stockings around the arch of her foot, the polished black shoe cold against your skin when your hand brushed it slowly, your palms around Avis’s ankle. Her calves were muscular but still held a softness that made your heart ache, your body bending without you even realising it, your lips ghosting over her shins, small freckles visible under the silk, your eyes pleading with Avis’s oak ones, asking for permission. Her hand on your hair was all the affirmation you needed, kissing her body slowly, perhaps too slowly for her liking but she wanted to know how far you could get before she had to take charge of the situation. One single drop of control on your lips was all she was willing to give you.

Every touch was so soft, so caring that Avis wondered if you actually could ever match her temper or if you were so weak that she would be able to do as she pleased with you over and over and you would never complain, always taking everything she was willing to give you, always swallowing your pride and letting her use you like a sex toy for her own amusement and release. The idea wasn’t unappealing at all, she thought, as your kisses trailed higher, towards her knee, your hands massaging her thighs, fingering the lace at the top of her stockings, toying with the garter that connected with the corselette. Your heart hammered so fast against your ribs as your hands trailed higher and higher that you feared you might have a heart attack, perhaps slightly in fear of what she would do if you overstepped, but you kept going. It was surprising just how soft the lace was, perhaps it had been handmade, you could not be sure, and knowing just how rich Avis was, you wouldn’t put it past her. Even the rug you were kneeling on was as expensive as your whole apartment.

In your current position with her foot on your chest you could not quite give her the treatment she deserved, so without asking you lifted it and placed it on your shoulder, an action that made Avis’s brows lift in surprise, lips turning into a smirk. One mistake, well, well, well, how many could you accumulate before the consequences turned severe? How many before Avis had you on all fours on the ground with your hands tied to the bedpost? You were just giving it to her on a silver platter. Her breathes became a tad bit faster when your fingers pulled the lace down a little, giving your lips a bigger surface to kiss as you pecked above her knee all the way to midthigh, turning your head enough that the first real contact with her skin was the softest flesh you had ever felt in your life, her olive-kissed skin perfectly covered in the smallest freckles you had ever seen cold under your lips but you could not find it in you to care. You were kissing Avis Amberg’s inner thighs, and she was letting you, her fingers rubbing on your scalp as she closed her eyes, thriving on these sensations that she hadn’t felt in so long. Her boys were good for one thing, but they lacked tenderness, her girls were far too innocent to actually know what to do without guidance. You were a most wonderful surprise, one that was perhaps too curious for her own good as your hands moved under her skirt, touching her hip and lifting the fabric enough for your eyes to see beneath velvet and silk.

Oh, fuck! This glamorous woman that spent every day surrounded by people, mainly young boys who thought they could get in her bed to aim higher in the industry, this woman that had had three meetings with producers today, who had gone down to check on a couple of films while surrounded by pretty young girls and muscular boys, had been wearing absolutely nothing under her skirt. Not. A. Single. Thing. You could see her perfect pink folds, glistening with arousal under the moonlight, a most perfectly trimmed patch of ginger hair over her pubic bone, the smell of her engraved inside your lungs as your kisses got closer and closer to her, almost as if you were being called but this wasn’t how she had planned the night. Three mistakes she counted so far, it was about time she started with the punishment. The sudden pain that enfolded your head made you yelp, confused for a moment about what was going on until your brain registered that Avis had forcefully pulled you away from her, your head pushed back slightly so she could look at you as the sting of hair being pulled from your scalp expanded. Her eyes were mixed with lust and fury, perhaps there was a hint of amusement behind them, but you did not see that, you could only focus on the pain and the danger that seeped from her skin onto yours like rainwater.

-You have one single fucking rule to follow, and you can’t even do that. You are a failure, a slut, so eager to get what isn’t yours. Don’t even fucking think of arguing with me, doll, you don’t want to make it worse.

One moment she was acting all kind and tender and the next she was practically telling you that she was going to make you regret your existence. Your hands had dropped from her leg as quickly as if you had been burnt by her freezing skin, allowing Avis to drop her foot on the floor, velvet hidden her away from your greedy eyes, but no matter what she did you had the image of her, already wet, engraved in your mind, her smell leaving phantom touches on your tongue. You were in the perfect position for her to step over your head and let your mouth do its job, but she desired to have you trembling and begging, crying, and she wasn’t going to go easy on you. With your body perfectly still at her feet she had the chance to rip the front of your dress with her other hand, nails scratching your skin as the sound of fabric tearing filled the room, your creamy flesh glowing in the soft beams of platinum that broke through the windows, mirrors and vases reflecting the light like melted snow. You were so utterly perfect, not a single spot on your young body, only the redness that her hand had caused, tender breasts nearly spilling from a rich yellow brassiere that cupped them in small lemon flowers, the thin material of your gown hanging loosely from your shoulder as Avis exposed you to her, a hunger you had never seen in your life shadowing her features.

Well, well, well, you sure were hiding jewels under those proper clothes you always wore. All those flowy dresses patterned with flowers and bows that never went past your knees and were buttoned up to your collarbone had been hiding your exquisite body from her and she wasn’t going to forgive that easily. If you had assets, you should be able to show them off, dress for your body type and not let the clothes simply be worn. Perhaps she would teach you a thing or two if you took her punishments well, it would be heartbreaking to have to kill you when you were so delicious and she truly had no desire to take you away from Lilia like that, but it all came down to you and your performance. Fingers traced the shape of your collarbone, brushing the top of her nail down your sternum and over your breasts, fingering the top of the brassiere, her eyes narrowing when she felt that so well-known tingling that was Lilia’s essence. That woman was truly all around you, dressing you and hugging you even when she couldn’t be with you, and it made Avis’s blood boil. She hadn’t had the balls to fuck you and make you hers and yet she went around pulling shit like this, thinking that pretty underwear and her perfume on your clothes made some sort of claim over you? You would forget all about that witch by the time Avis was done with you.

Your ass was resting on the balls of your feet, heart hammering inside your chest at just a pace that it nearly made Avis dizzy, but she pushed through, in fact she pulled your body upwards by your hair, drawing out a wince from in between your rosy lips so your entire weight rested on your knees. Your thick thighs jiggled slightly at her actions, nipples brushing against yellow lace when your body jerked upwards, faces perhaps a foot away. Like that linen slipped down your arms and pooled over your calves leaving you just in your matching underwear that Avis caressed with her fingertips, following the shape of the hoops under your tits and the waistband of your knickers. If she was aware of the pain she was inflicting on your head she did not care, tears threatening to fall from the outer corners of your eyes but you still held her gaze, pupils so dilated that you could not see any of the deep oak that had enchanted you in the first place, only last and hints of fury that furrowed her brow and thinned her plump lips tightly, almost as if you had wronged her in ways that you couldn’t even comprehend.

-Such a whore. Did you wake up and decide to wear such filthy things? Were you expecting to be fucked by that bitch you were talking to in the canteen? Were you hoping your girlfriend would take pity on you and finally make a move? - Your head was spinning. You knew what she was saying, you knew who she was talking about and yet it was as if your brain could not filter anything she was saying, just the consequences of it all. The lace between your legs was ruined, soaked and sticking to you in the most uncomfortable way possible. – Or were you wearing this for me?

It was but a whisper in your ear, but it raised goosebumps all over your skin, shivers running down your spine like electric shocks. Not one step could be given without her consent, not a single breath could be taken if she didn’t want it and yet every single thing in your life seemed to have been created, every choice made, to drive her into a rage storm, a life that she had had no power over, until tonight. Your eyes looked at her slightly scared, a feeling that Avis thrived in, glistening with tears that threatened to fall at any moment, your lips agape practically gasping for air, rosy lips that she believed were far too lonely.  Kisses were peppered over your skin, from right under your ear, over your jawline to your cheek, inching closer and closer to your lips, feather light touches caressing the corners of your mouth until finally her carmine wasn’t a simple taste around a cigarette. They were softer than anything you had ever felt before, a whimper of relief echoing inside your chest, as if you had been waiting for this moment all your life, to feel her kissing you, her hand cradling your chin and pushing your head back to deepen it. Scotch and tobacco mixed on your tongue when you felt her prying your mouth open, giving in without a fight, letting her dominate you, the tip of your timid tongue daring to trace her teeth slowly.

Feeling you moaning quietly into the kiss as you caressed the shape of her fangs sent a wave of arousal down to her core, surprise and delight melting into Avis’s movements at your actions. Most people would never dare to touch her like that, let alone find her nature appealing or exciting, not the way Lilia had, but perhaps she would have to thank her. It was obvious she had had some sort of influence on your views of supernatural beings, and she intended to exploit that fact for all eternity. It was so easy to move her hand from your chin to your throat, forcing you to stand without breaking the kiss, your oxygen supply restricted when you felt her fingers wrapping around your neck with far more force than was necessary. She wasn’t choking you fully, simply toying with you, using your human weaknesses to her advantage, feeling your rushed pulse against the pads of her fingers, knowing that very very soon all that sweet, pure blood would be spilling inside her mouth, sliding down her throat and around her lips in a macabre spectacle that would mix in the most sinful way possible as she seduced you, an erotic dance of sex and death. Your hands shot out to grab her arm out of instinct, but you made no attempt to remove it or fight it, drowning in her kiss still as she moved along with you around the bed, your feet slipping out of your shoes, padding barefoot over the carpet. Your body was practically naked, temperature spiking to insane peaks of fire that were so far away from Avis’s freezing skin, a delicious flesh that was still hidden by her expensive clothes.  It wasn’t fair, really, but would she allow it if you asked?

-Mother, please. – breaking the kiss felt like the most horrid thing in the universe, as if you were ripping your heart in half with your own bare hands, carmine smeared all over your mouth, lips swollen and wet. It did not go unnoticed the way Avis’s body pressed against you in need.

-Oh, you want to say something? – the grasp on your throat loosened slightly, air filling your lungs fully after a few minutes, your head nodding at her words like the good girl you were. -Go ahead. Tell mama what’s in that pretty head of yours.

-Can I… can I undress you? I want to see mama’s beautiful underwear.

-Such a polite little slut. How much do you want to undress me?

-I want nothing more than to take off the clothes you’d let me and see your beautiful body mama.

-Mhm… How can I refuse when you are begging so deliciously? Undress me.

Christmas had arrived and Avis had been left under the tree for you to unwrap, and of course you weren’t going to make her wait. With the kindness of her cold dead heart, she removed her hand from your throat but not before scratching the soft skin with her perfectly manicured nails, her other hand releasing your hair and smudging the lipstick that had transferred onto your lips even further with her thumb. Watching her bring that same finger to her mouth to lick it made your thighs clench together, the lace of your knickers providing a small bit of friction, but it wasn’t enough. Four out of six buttons had been undone by Avis’s skilled fingers minutes before, a gorgeous black corselette cinching her body to the perfect measurements, though you were positive that the moment it slipped from her frame, landing on the floor, your heart would instantly stop until her mouth revived you with its rough and demanding kisses. Your hands were trembling slightly as they made their way the front of her blouse, feeling the soft red velvet on your palms, the boning of her underwear firm under her clothes, deep breaths making her chest rise and fall, but they couldn’t match the speed at which your lungs ingested air, as if the world was about to run out. Shaking, your thumb rubbed small circles on her waist as you took the opportunity to pull her a bit closer, a motion and request that she answered by actually stepping inside your personal space without so much as a raised eyebrow.

Had she been Lilia you would have taken hours to undress her, kissing every inch of exposed skin over and over, but Avis held an air of impatience that you didn’t want to tease, because you already knew that she wasn’t going to be kind or soft with you, and you had no desire to make everything worse. Inching closer to the buttons, tracing the shape of the black embroidered roses that seemed to bleed from their petals tears of darkness that felt freezing under your skin, souls that she had threaded into her clothes as a reminder that one by one they had given their existence to her. Unhooking them was easy, probably the easiest thing you had done all night, and the moment the blouse was pushed back, hanging from her shoulders you saw that the corselette wasn’t only black. Deep red blooming roses cupped her breasts, so dark that you almost didn’t see the thin thread until moonlight shone over her body, white soft poison ivies hugging her waist from the sides like dead skeletal hands that held her and lifted her. Your hands itched to feel each single pattern firmly under your hands, but you fought it and instead brushed your fingertips over the top of her breasts and collarbones until you could grab the neckline of the blouse. Surprisingly it slid down her arms without effort, revealing sun-kissed skin peppered in freckles and knowing that she would be upset by it but without being able to help yourself you pulled her closer until your lips could kiss the soft flesh of her shoulders, following the journey of her unmoving veins down her arms.

Every alarm and sense of danger had been completely turned off in your head, every bit of your attention focusing solely on her body, on pleasing her no matter what. Crouching down to kiss her hands you ended up on your knees once again but this time out of your own accord, holding Avis’s hips firmly as you looked for the zipper, that just happened to be perhaps an inch to the right on her left hip, the sound of her skirt coming undone matching the hurried breaths that you could not quite get a hold of. Waterfalls of rubies flowed around her pelvis and down her legs, pooling at her feet and over your knees, her body nearly bare before your eyes. Your throat was dry and raspy, a deep burn vibrating in your chest at the sight of her in just her stockings and corselette, no knickers to hide her, your mouth water at the thought of burying your head between her thighs all night long, and lost in that lustful daydream you barely noticed the way your hands kneaded her ass, enthralled. So many mistakes Avis thought, so many liberties that she had let you have, but not anymore. You touched and kissed what wasn’t yours to claim and did it without remorse; well, not anymore. She had kept her own needs under control for far too long and she was not going to do it anymore.

In a blur of motions and limbs your body was pushed back onto the carpet, right in front a big golden mirror that reflected part of the bed and a couple of open windows along with trinkets and vases that you only got a glimpse of for less than a second before Avis was on top of you, straddling your hips. The pain on your scalp returned without mercy, pulling your head back so far back you feared your neck would snap but she knew very well what she was doing and there was no need for that, you were far more interesting and exciting alive, trapped under her spell. Traces of carmine were left down your neck, but they were no match to the bruises that her lips were painting your flesh, sucking deep and hard until pale flesh turned purple and blue, making you wince as your hands dug onto the carpet. It would be so easy to stab her fangs on your pulse point but where would the fun be in that if you weren’t begging and whining to be fucked over and over? She did scrape her teeth over it feeling the thing layer that kept your blood inside you yet, a moan nearly escaping her lips while thumb and index finger traced the hem of your bra, sensing Lilia’s magic deep in the fabric, but you weren’t with her now and she did not want a single sign of that witch in her home. Ripping fabric reached your ears, a gentle chill brushing your breasts as they spilled from the torn brassiere, a mix between a gasp and yelp reverberating out of your mouth, and as a new part of you had just been exposed for Avis to feast on, she wasted no time before her head was buried in the valley between your breasts.

She wasn’t going to drink from you yet but that did not mean she could not leave marks all around you for that girlfriend of yours to find, biting down softly over your sternum before sucking the soft and plump skin of each breast. In her effort to taste every single inch of your sweet flesh, your body pure, your essence like honey maybe even perhaps like the juiciest strawberries money could buy, leaving that acidic and sweet flavour on her tongue with each lick of your plump tits, she accidentally bit down harder than she had anticipated. The sharp pain made you yelp loudly, hands shooting to grab her by the shoulders as your brain slowly registered what had happened. Drop after drop of blood slid down your skin from a bite mark on the side of your right breast, the deep crimson liquid contrasting with your creamy flesh. Avis’s instincts  took hold of her senses, and licked it from your chest.

God, she had never had something as delectable as you, as delicious and untouched as you, sweetened mixing with its metallic taste only to be assaulted by that tingling she knew so well, those sparks of Lilia’s magic that had seeped deep under your skin and into your bloodstream. You had to be kidding. A single drop of blood was sliding down her chin as she pulled back, your eyes watching how she seemed to frantically be searching for something, hands all over your body, nipples aching to be touched but the last vanished into rage when she saw a small rune engraved on the side of your hip, nearly invisible to the naked eye, clearly meant only for Lilia’s eyes to see. She just had to be everywhere! Claiming things that weren’t hers to keep, fucking Avis and pushing her away after everything that she had achieved?! And now she had to taste her on you and see her fucking magic on you?! With brutal force she yanked you from the floor and onto your knees before she pushed you on all fours, ripping the shredded bra from your body, turning your head forcefully to look at her.

-Don’t move a fucking inch, if you do I’ll suck you dry and send you back to your fucking girlfriend all shrivelled up and dead, understood? – you were too stunned and turned on to do anything else but nod, limbs shaking slightly but it was as if all the fear you had been feeling had vanished, perhaps locked away somewhere deep in your mind that would prevent sanity from actually making you think. She had properly lured you in with no chance of running away.

You saw yourself in the mirror, watching as Avis stepped out of frame and began rifling through drawers, pushing pieces of clothes aside in search for something. What was it? No clue. There was a thin trail of droplets that had stained your breast and that were slowly falling one by one on her very expensive carpet, a fact that had your heart on the verge of escaping your chest and yet you didn’t move, almost didn’t even breath. The ruffling of fabrics and grunts of desperation and frustration were so loud that if your blood hadn’t been rushing through your veins at the speed of light everything would have been overshadowed by her and her little but too damn enticing sounds. A golden watch caught your eye, right above a marble chimney, the handles ticking incessantly, showing you that time was not standing still keeping you trapped in some distorted bubble with her, the hours were passing by with no possibility of going home. If Avis’s fury let you go home.

After a couple more minutes of ruffling fabrics every noise stopped. One step in your direction. Then another, heels muffled by the carpet. A third one and a soft glow of silver moonlight met the edge of the mirror, your breath held in your lungs in anticipation, and then you saw her. She had not removed any clothes, much to your dismay, but her lipstick was smudged, and a few curls had fallen from her perfect updo, framing her angelic face even though she was a wolf dressed in sheep’s skin. Such a vicious, lustful creature that you couldn’t get enough of. But it was any of those assets that made your eyes widen as your lips stood agape, it was the deep red cock that had been strapped around her hips, a thick dick of perhaps seven inches that made your pussy clench in worry and need. With one last step she was standing behind you, black heels on her feet that she almost placed on your back to keep you right where you belonged, legs dressed in nude silk and slightly spread with that thick cock standing proudly in between them, your eyes catching a glimpse of her nearly dripping folds, breasts nearly spilling from that gorgeous contraption that was her corselette, nipples almost peaking, but it was her mouth, that fucking wonderful mouth of hers, that made it all come together. A smirk on swollen and blood tainted lips that made her an erotic goddess that you would give your soul to. 

-Turn around and face me. – you didn’t miss a second, crawling to meet her at her feet, the material of the rug nearly burning the skin on your palms and knees. – I’m sure that pretty mouth of yours has had far more in it than Lilia’s cunt, sucking cocks to get this job, so show mama what you can do with that tongue. Suck mama’s cock, get it all wet.

Avis could see the shame in your face, how your cheeks had turned three different shades of red that under the moonlight seemed like a deep pink, but that was just it, she knew you hadn’t done it, she could taste only Lilia in your blood, no man’s devious intents rotting you from the inside out, which made her even more curious as to what you were able to do out of pure talent. So far you had proven to be far more entertaining than many of the virgins she had had, God, maybe even half of the men, and she had an inkling that your tongue was about to be magical without Lilia’s interference. Like a good girl you sat on your knees and while still holding her gaze your hands wrapped around her cock, feeling the rubber on your palms and fingers, testing the material and girth before your body bent forward. From the base to the tip your tongue made one long but slow swipe, hands holding it firmly so it wouldn’t flop on your face or pull on Avis’s hips. It was pure instinct what you were doing, praying that it was to her approval as you twirled your tongue around the tip before taking a leap of faith and taking part of the cock in your mouth, breathing deeply as you bobbed your head up and down gently. She’d let you get acquainted with it for a short while, watch how you worked it well, how your cheeks hollowed so you could suck her the way only a good girl could, but not for long. Meticulously you seemed able to take a bit more of Avis’s cock each time you pull back and then took her again, your breaths ragged and fast through your nose, tongue moving arrhythmically around it, thin trails of drool nearly making it past your lips but you fought to keep this as clean as possible thinking that was what she wanted, another mistake to the ever growing list.

Grunts and gasps were vibrating from your throat without you realising it, oak eyes locked onto yours as you gave her the first, and hopefully best, blowjob of her life, hands shooting to grab her by her hips when you felt her fingers hold onto your hair again, ground your body for the assault that was coming. She gave one gentle thrust that sent the cock deep inside your mouth, your gag reflex making your eyes water but you kept going, taking her, sucking her as if she could actually feel what you were doing, and perhaps she could, because her breaths were as inconsistent as yours, moans echoing against the walls in between pants, her big thick cock fucking your mouth faster and faster. Tears spilt down your cheeks as you tried to breath, drool falling down your chin with each hard thrust, those sinful sounds of you gagging on her cock almost sending Avis over the edge, but she held back. You just looked so pretty with your mascara running down your face, ruined lipstick and her cock inside your mouth, though she was positive you would look so much better with it buried deep inside your pussy. Without warning she pulled out completely, your lungs greedily gulping for air, phantom thrusts still making you gag lightly but unlike Lilia, Avis did not care to let you recuperate, though she was quite pleased with the show you had put on for her.

-On your knees facing the mirror.

The ruffling of bed covers reached your ears as you moved, your trembling and need for air making your motions slower than you had wanted but Avis didn’t seem to notice as you were already facing the mirror by the time she threw a pillow on the floor behind you. If she had let herself fall on her knees and taken you without mercy you would have expected it, almost been prepared for it, but of course Avis was always one step ahead, throwing you of your balance while she remained perfectly still on her toes, never letting you know what her next step would be. She spread her legs wider, stelling her body above your, hips aligning vertically, leaning until her breasts were barely inches from your bare back, cold hands tracing the shape of your spine, caressing your sides until her fingers wrapped around your tits. If you kept biting down on your lower lip you were sure you’d draw blood, not that she would mind as you watched her standing again with a droplet of crimson, hot liquid, on her thumb, her cold and yet burning tongue licking it with closed eyes. Simply delicious. Raking her perfectly manicured nails all down your back Avis slowly stepped until her hands were resting comfortably on your ass, lowering her body gently onto the pillow all while your perfect skin shone with reddish marks, hands sliding over to your hips. A sharp gasp tumbled out of your mouth as you felt her cock pressed against your butt cheeks, cold and wet, lubricated by your own mouth, a fact that made you shiver and so desperately soaked between your legs that you nearly begged her to remove your knickers.

All is good to those who wait, Avis thought, the words reverberating in her mind finally letting a full smirk paint her lips, dark shadows cast over her features showing you the side of her that she kept hidden every single day, eyes flashing a deep red before her control vanished completely. The sound of ripping fabric reached your ears for an instant before you felt the tip of her cock aligned with your entrance, folds so wet that Avis almost thought she could have skipped you sucking her, but you had just looked so pretty with your mouth so busy. One singular thrust and she was five inches deep inside you without warning and without giving you time to adjust, the stretch stinging lightly and making you moan and whine in discomfort at the intrusion, a sound that Avis wanted to change into cries of pleasure and pleads of more, your arms nearly giving out under your weight. Very slowly she pulled out, surprised that you had taken her so well and so easily, before she plunged back inside you hard, filling you nearly completely and drawing out a sharp cry out of your throat. Never before had you been so full, so stretched, sensations nearly overwhelming you, but you had to push through, you had to please her, after all you were hers. Wasn’t that what she had wanted all this time? To have you? As seconds ticked by the discomfort slowly vanished, her cock pulling out nearly all the way once again only to slam her hips fully against your ass, all seven inches inside you hitting so deep that all you could do for an instant was close your eyes and let your mouth hang open, your vocal cords unable to make a sound. God, you were taking her so well, letting her fuck you better than anyone ever had.

-Open your eyes. Watch as mama fucks your pretty virgin pussy.

It was a herculean effort, but you did as told, eyelids fluttering open to see one of those fiery curls of hers bouncing as she pulled out and slammed again, picking up a slow but steady rhythm. There was nothing else in your mind but pleasure, the sight of her body slamming against yours driving you insane with lust and desire, nothing of this sort having ever clouded your mind and judgment, your frame jerking forward with each powerful thrust. Hands bruised your hips, finger digging with brutal force that matched the way in which her pelvis crashed against yours, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing against the open windows and dressed up walls of the grandiose room. Every pant, every strangled cry and moan that fell from your lips floated like invisible smoke around the two of you, the warm night breeze snatching them and taking them out into the dark world outside her house, not a single noise either of you were making staying within those four walls. You could almost imagine Avis’s moans caressing the rose petals in her garden the same way her fingers were now tracing the shape of your spine, but there would have been a delicate tone to her touches if you had been a flower, tender kisses around your pure white petals, something that she was denying you now. Nails felt sharp against your skin, and you were sure that as she went up to your neck the thin flesh of your back had been ripped and was now bleeding bright beads of sweet blood and of course who was Avis to deny herself the pleasure of having a taste? Tis was but a starter, a spoonful of caviar that her refined palate would taste before the main course.

Her previous pace, slow, perhaps even tender in its strength, had you already shaken, trembling slightly with each thrust that stretched your walls and sent a sharp but delicious wave of pleasure all throughout your body, a feeling that you had craved for so long and that now Avis had been kind enough to give to you. If she were the Devil perhaps you had been praying to the wrong God. How could you not believe that this was exactly what you needed, fate granting you the wish your mind had never truly had the courage to think about, when the only woman you had considered unreachable and that plagued your dreams and nightmares alike was now buried deep within you. Lilia was always so warm and caring, her kisses and caresses tender and loving but Avis was the opposite. She was demanding and controlling of every aspect of this encounter, but she did not lack passion or desire, things that you had longed to see in your girlfriend and that now your boss was giving you without you even asking. But it was her freezing touch and fake gentleness that was fuelling your desire with each passing second. Sharp icy blades were dancing on your skin, drawing out goosebumps the same way that each thrust was drawing out moans, the once slow pace that let you adjust to her girth and length now nearly punishing, making your hips ache as well as your pussy but you could not bring yourself to tell her to stop, not when she was making you feel like this, not when she looked so enticing on that mirror.

Pins fell from her perfect updo, bouncing off her bare shoulders and landing around her knees, under the pillow, fiery locks cascading down her back like a rain of rubies that your eyes could not stray from, her red lips slightly agape in complete surrender. With trembling limbs, you watched as she leaned forward, the soft fabric of her corselette brushing your bare back as her lips pecked the scratches she had caused, the tiniest droplets of blood staining them that got smeared all over your skin as she kissed her way up your back. It stung, the pain radiating lightly around your ribs but it wasn’t as if your brain could comprehend what you were feeling when her rhythm had become steady and fast, flesh slapping, the wound of your wet pussy as it was fucked by Avis’s cock filtering through the curtains out into the night, one hand keeping an iron grip on your hip while the other slid around your pelvis towards your front, heart speeding inside your chest as she inched closer and closer to where you ached the most. You could not prevent curse words from sliding past your mouth when the pads of her fingers twirled your engorged clit softly, hips buckling until your ass was matching her thrusts, grunts and moans reverberating form Avis’s chest that were muffled by your back. Unbeknownst to you the straps were brushing on her clit, making her bite down hard enough on your shoulder blades that she felt the rush of hot metallic blood on her tongue as you yelped in pain.

The overwhelming taste of you threw every ounce of delicacy that she had in her system out the window, her hips slamming brutally against yours, her cock so deep inside you that you could almost not take it, but her fingers rubbing fast on your clit helped you swallow it completely, from tip to base until you could feel the rubber balls of the strap hitting your bare ass. Moans were no longer moans, they were grunts and pants mixed with screams that were being ripped from your chest, leaving your throat raw and hoarse, thoughts gone, every synapse in your body chasing that high that was coiling fast and hot in your core. You fought with the urge to let your eyes roll to the back of your head as the thrusts became nearly impossible to count, Avis’s true nature taking a hold of every part of her being, clouding your mind with such raw pleasure and desire that you could not comprehend nor control. Your orgasm was clawing at your core so fast that your entire body had begun to shake, your arms giving way and leaving your face resting over the carpet as high pitched screams filled Avis’s head. Such deliciously filthy sounds that vibrated inside her brain, your walls clenching desperately around her cock making it slightly harder for her to pound into you, but she still did, your juices coating her fingers and dripping down your thighs telling her you were inches from falling down the abyss, but you didn’t deserve that. You would wait until she was willing to give you the release you so desired, making you crave her every minute of your life, even when you were with Lilia. No, especially when you were with her.

She was done waiting. Done playing nice. The hand that had been on your hip shot to grab you by the hair, yanking your body upwards and away from the floor until your injured back was firmly pressed against her chest. The new angle made you see stars, a sound you had never made before just escaping your throat before you could stop it, her cock having hit a spot inside you that you had your entire body on fire, moaning and whimpering for more like a slut, Avis’s slut. “Open your eyes” she grunted in your ear, voice husky and raw. You hadn’t even noticed that your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, but you did as you were told, watching in the reflection of that golden mirror the way a thin trail of blood had run down your abdomen from your breast, face flushed and sweaty as your hands shot to hold onto her thighs to steady your trembling body.  Her pounding never ceased or slowed but now you were able to ride her better, rising and falling on her cock as fast as you could though it would never match Avis’s movements. Fuck, you looked so pretty with your pink folds wide open as you rode her, swallowing her completely, maybe more than before even, you could not tell and did not care. If she had known you looked like this while being fucked, she would have done this way sooner because she just couldn’t get enough of your ruined make up and swollen lips, mesmerised for a few instants by your bouncing breasts but there was a more enticing spot for her. Blood rushed and pumped inside your veins, the spot of your pulse point just so perfect, creamy and smooth and welcoming her with each beat of your heart.

Her tongue traced the shape of your artery from the base of your neck all the way to the underside of your jaw. Finally, the moment she had been waiting for, that sweet craving she had had for weeks about to be satiated all while she fucked your pretty cunt. If your God could see you now, he would fall from grace and join his brother Lucifer in sinful rejoice, watching as Avis claimed your body and soul, because how could angels and demons alike not wish to see a creature of the night as powerful and cunning as Avis doing these unspeakable things to a pure soul like you? If Eve had been blamed for Adam’s wrongs every woman since then had the right to shun away from salvation, after all there was no fun in being good forever, not when the other option was what Avis was doing to you. Victory red carmine stained your jugular, lips sucking hard until you could feel the familiar sting of a bruise forming and it was then and only then, with thin and sensitive skin that your eyes locked with her in the mirror. You had seen them, had felt them and yet when she opened her mouth and your eyes got a glimpse of pearly white fangs, your rational mind peaking through her spell for an instant before she sank them onto your skin and artery a sharp agonising cry reverberating from your chest but it only lasted a second, perhaps less than a second, you could not be sure, before every ounce of pain turned into a deep pleasure that had your head swooning and body howling in need.

Sublime. Exquisite. Blissful. Every drop that filled her mouth was the most delightful she had ever had, not a trace of shame or sin, only that sweet flavour of white truffles that coursed through your veins, delectable just like those gourmet dishes she had had when she had visited Italy only they were only now mind-blowing as she gulped your essence down, hot, dizzying blood caressing her throat all while she still slammed her cock deep into your cunt.  She had spent a lifetime waiting for someone like you, desperate to smell you, to taste you and make you hers for all eternity, to drain you from every single drop of blood she could until your body was pale and cold against her dead hands, but she could not bring herself to part with such an enchanting young thing as you and condemn you to an endless life roaming the earth in her shadow. She would much rather have you pressed against her chest with her hand pulling on your hair, watching you in the mirror as trails of bright crimson stained your perfect skin, mixing with the tears that you could no longer keep from falling. Never before had your body been on the edge of crumbling, pain and passion interlacing so deeply that you could no longer pull them apart without ripping the other to shreds, every cell in your body, every synapsis of your mind running down a road you had never thought you would set foot in, the chances of turning back gone, not that you would have wanted to. As life slipped away from your grasp Avis’s veins filled with power, a once frozen heart pumping as her lips curled around your neck even though your blood overflowed her mouth and spilled all over her neck and chest in a greedy need to take as much as possible.

Merely seconds had passed before she tasted her on you. It was unmistakeable, that sharp citrusy essence that she had had on her tongue and in her bed for decades and that her heart both missed and despised more than anything else in her existence. It made her furious, her movements inside you past brutal, now wounding and so harsh that you could do nothing else but scream, your core waiting for one tiny spark to happen before exploding and taking you to another dimension, and yet Avis could not hate Lilia as much as she wanted to. Her hands were almost gentle all of a sudden, as if they belonged to a different person after the scratches and bruises, melancholy dressing her invisible injuries and scars, the ones Lilia had inadvertently inflicted the day she left. Memories threatened to overwhelm her head, the once steady rhythm now faltering slightly, and perhaps if she been more human than creature of the night she would have allowed them to wash over her and ruin the moment, but there was very little of that woman left, maybe nothing at all, and the anger and desire were far stronger than anything else. Avis had wanted you before she had known Lilia was involved with you, and she would have you regardless of the fact that she knew now because she was not going to change her plans for her, not anymore. Digging her fangs deeper, ripping your skin, a pathetic mewl fell past your lips, and she began to think that perhaps you were getting everything you had ever dreamt of while Avis stood behind you with a shitty consolation prize, unsatisfied in ways that she was sure you would excel in. And she couldn’t have that.

Every single drop that escaped your veins brought on waves of dizziness that you could not control, cheeks flushed a weak pink as the tips of your fingers and toes became cold with each passing second, terror finally making its way through the cracks. And even then, when you could feel death through Avis’s touch, in every brush of her fingers over your hip and clit, as her nails scraped your scalp and the base of your neck, with each breathtaking movement of her lips, you could not deny her or push her away. Death had never been a pleasant thought but there was something poetic about you slipping away while Avis gave you life, warm breezes that carried faint traces of the ocean kissing your bare body, every wound stinging but it could never compare. There would never be pain that could match what her fangs were doing to you, what her nature had inflicted upon you without permission, without a care. Movements became lethargic, hands clammy on Avis’s thighs, details that no one else would actually pay attention to but of course she did, she felt everything that you were going through as if your thoughts were written in your blood, knowing that you needed her to stop before things went too far. But you were so delicious, and she could feel that you were standing on your tip toes at the edge of the cliff begging in mumbled words for release, letting you go now would leave Avis hungry for far more than just your heart and flesh and she wasn’t feeling as kind now that truffles became oranges on her tongue. The scream that was ripped out of your throat when she let go of your neck, skin battered, broken and bruised, echoed in the night like a banshee that brought omens of darkness and death, a calling for every errant soul that crawled over the dirt of her pristine garden.

-God, you are just delectable. I could drink from you forever, keep you riding my cock as I take what I want. Is that what you want? – you could barely form a thought let alone an answer, blood sliding down your chest and over your breasts, droplets falling in slow motion from your nipples onto the carpet even though your whole body still moved at a punishing pace jerking up and down. Your silence wasn’t welcome. Avis’s hands shot to grab you by the waist keeping you seethed deeply on her cock unable to move, pathetic whines mixed with half sobs breaking from your chest. – I thought I had made myself very fucking clear. I ask a question, you answer it.

-Ma… Mama… I’m sor… I’m sorry.

-An apology isn’t enough. Words mean nothing to me when you defy me and don’t answer what I asked! – fingers dug deep over the already forming bruises on your hips, her mouth so close to your ear that her cold breath brought on goosebumps all down your spine as the overwhelming stench of metal filled your lungs. – That beautiful neck of yours could snap so easily if I wanted to, it wouldn’t be the first nor the last time I kill someone who doesn’t please me. I suppose you call yourself lucky that I haven’t sucked you dry when you are so fucking enticing. I see why Lilia was so eager to mark you.

-Mama…

-I’m talking! The disrespect is unbelievable. Is this how you treat your boss, the woman who can give you the most pleasure you could ever feel?

-I’m sorry! I do… I do want to be whatever you want! Please!

-Pathetic. You think that will persuade me to give in? – walls contracted around her, trembling limbs on fire at her words, the blood loss affecting your mind and yet it fast became a thing of the past. – Do you want to cum?

-Please! Please mama.

-Earn it then. Make mommy happy and then and only then will I allow it. Maybe.

The world around you swayed between a fog of denied passion and the blood loss suffered as her words sank in, locks of gold stained red when you managed to focus your eyes on the reflection in that huge mirror. You had her body moulded to yours practically and yet your shadow and her hair kept her face hidden from yours, every expression a mystery, even her frame was hidden by your naked body, only memories of how she looked rushing through your mind. There was no warning before she pulled out of you completely, the feeling of sudden emptiness making you cry out, body nearly collapsing on the floor with fire burning underneath your skin, your pussy aching to be filled by her again and to be granted the relief of sweet release she had promised in between the lines and silences that had echoed in the room as she had fucked you. If it hadn’t been for her arms wrapping around your waist your face would have collided with the floor, over the spots of crimson that painted an abstract masterpiece in between expensive threads of wool and silver, a work of art that Avis might decide to keep. Maybe she was growing soft for you already, but she was gentle enough to lift you off the ground and place you over the soft linen covers of her enormous bed, not caring if she had to throw them away or burn them tomorrow; it wasn’t as if she couldn’t buy as many sets as she wanted.  

It was more comfortable than the floor, of that you were sure, your knees red and angry from the rug digging onto your flesh, your walls clenching around nothing, missing the sensations that had enfolded your mind and body so rapidly, your breaths still coming in fast as what blood she had left pupped through your veins making your ears ring. You could still feel hot crimson liquid sliding from the punctures on your carotid down your shoulder, slow thin rivers of death that Avis eyed from her position standing by the bed. Moonlight vanished for an instant leaving the room in complete darkness, your senses confused and dizzy as you tried to keep your eyes on her figure but to no avail, if she had left you had no way of seeing it, if she had moved and was hovering over you your oversensitive body should have been able to feel it but there was nothing. She was simply standing there with her deep chocolate eyes fixed on your panting and bloody form as her skilled fingers removed the soaked strap, it falling over the carpet with a muffled thump that made you jump slightly over the covers. Panic was sure as hell now breaking free from her spell, probably caused by the blood loss you thought, forcing you to rest your weight on your elbows and raise your shaky body from her luxurious bed, bedsheets smelling of rich vanilla and amber, perhaps a hint something floral hidden in between her pillows, you couldn’t be sure.

Time ticked away, handles of pitch-black metal moving in an orb of glass and gold, determined to show that seconds were passing you by while for Avis they stood still, not having moved for decades, and no amount of diamonds or rubies or gold embedded watches would change that. Avis had been put to rest in a cherry blossom casket, curls the colour of royal sunset lilies spread over white velvet, her heart dead, cold, her blood still but never rotting, no warmth in her hands on in her lips, just the curse of eternal death masked as the lie of an eternal life, and laying in that casket she watched as the world around her turning all while knowing that she would be buried six feet under and no one would ever hear her pleas or cries, just the deafening silence of a voice that had left the day her humanity had been stripped of her. She sometimes missed that naïve woman she once had been, and cursed her existence from time to time, but she could not say that her life had turned out too bad, not when she had built it stone by stone and turned herself into who she was today, murders and such occurrences aside of course. A woman needs hobbies to entertain herself after all. One single wave of platinum bathed the room, ruined black lace and silk wrapped around Avis’s torso, vines that once had been a pearly white now tainted and stained the same way your skin was by splatters of your blood, a sea of fiery locks cascading down her back and shoulders as your eyes locked with hers before directly looking at her mouth. How was it that that deep but bright shade of crimson red seemed to suit her far better than her signature Victory red?

Her lips curved slightly at the corners in a sweet and dangerous smirk as her chin and neck were presented to you with long trails of blood that journeyed south towards her breast, hiding the damage caused by with her corselette. She was far too overdressed you thought, and it wasn’t fair when you were completely naked and bruised before her. She seemed to have read your mind. Perhaps under other circumstances she would have let you undress her but not tonight; she wished to be pleased as soon as possible, and she had no time to let your soft, trembling hands unhook her. She had an inkling that Lilia still liked it slow and you had been an avid learner, but she wasn’t Lilia, and her patience had gone out the window long ago. Her hands were surprisingly clean, not a peck of red anywhere except for her nail polish as they traced the shape of each rose with her ring and middle fingers, the ones that had been circling your clit not minutes before, your arousal still coating her skin. You were sure she would start popping buttons in a moment but of course, she did the opposite of what you wanted her to and instead slid her hands down over her abdomen and towards her thighs. Her right leg was raised and placed on top of the bed, actually her heel was resting on your abdomen giving you a beautiful view of the red mark her strap had left on her hips and thighs and of her dripping folds, your mouth watering at the thought that perhaps she might let you taste her after all. For some reason you no longer had the need to be fucked raw and dumb but to see her coming undone under your skilled hands and tongue.

It was mesmerising to see her fingering the edge of her stockings, the pads on each finger selectively sliding and lifting the fabric before letting go, the sharp sound of the elastic drawing out a hiss from Avis that had your mind reeling and hips begging to grind onto something. This fucking woman was the biggest tease you had ever met in your entire life, and you had been with Lilia during that hippie era of no touching but going around the house completely naked. One quick motion had her clip on the front undone, hands travelling to her back to release the other, the pressure of her heel on your stomach leaving the imprinting of her sole on your skin. She was quick to do the same with her other leg, but this time the tip of her stiletto was purposely brushing the underside of your breast, your palate tasting that bitter dark chocolate that you liked as her eyes locked with yours, unable to stray from her, not even when she lifted the elastic of her stockings and moaned at the feeling of it landing on her skin again. You feared that if her fangs didn’t kill you all this teasing would. You hadn’t even noticed the grip your hands had on the covers, knuckles turning white at the force you were using to keep your hands away from her since you hadn’t been granted permission to touch her. She stood before you again, hands brushing the sides of her body, glancing at the blood smeared by her shoes over your taunt stomach, until finally her fingers reached the top of her corselette, your breaths hurried as her skilled hands unhooked it gently, one by one. The sight of her breasts spilling through lace and silk had you writhing, mad with lust and need to pull her to you and do the same unspeakable things she had done to you. Or more, whatever your depraved mind could come up with really.

Crimson rivers had flooded the valley between her breasts and pooled on the top of each plump tit, craving to see if there could be a sea of red over her hidden skin, if your blood had carved itself over her flesh in the shape of tilting roses, maybe even caressing the soft freckles that covered her body with the imprint of phantom kisses. As soon as the last hook came undone, the garment being held together by the pressure of her hands, your lungs stopped their incessant movement of pants, air held deep in anticipation. Time and space were relative; they could exist or be intangible theories that held no meaning in either of your lives because you could have sworn that nothing existed the moment she let go and revealed herself to you. Perfection. Utter perfection. No other word in the English language could describe what your eyes had the honour of witnessing, they all sounded weak, perhaps insulting to the beauty before you. Angels were forbidden from looking at her should they feel jealous of such beauty, demons demanded to worship the air she breathed and the ground she walked upon, and yet no God, evil or good, could claim her as their own for she was her own deity now. You were her most faithful apostle now, not the first, but the one that was given the gift of survival and that could never compare to anyone else, her church built of the bones of those she had considered inferior. Her abdomen held a softness that made your fingers twitch in need, the small pouch above her pubic bone dressed in pearly stretch marks that made your mouth water, hints of her muscles visible through the tenderness of her body that you could not help but compare to a Venus.  

The skin of her chest was strained by the weight of her ample breasts, the wrinkles that had been caressing her figure now nearly gone as they had been red from her underwear and rested heavily above her abs, so full, so enticing. Her whole body reflected the silvery beams of moonlight as if she was made out of marble, every curve chiselled with the utmost reverence and patience, your eyes allowed to see, your hands allowed to touch. No more barriers separated you from her, a fact that pleased her as much as you as she climbed into bed, crawling like a feline over Egyptian linen that was already clinging to your perfume, her body slowly hovering over yours, straddling you. She had had the upper hand all night, commanding, dominating every single aspect of this encounter but for a moment you might get the chance to get a glimpse of her control, of that power she carried in her DNA, even if it cost you your own release. Because she wouldn’t actually kill you if you did this, would she? Looking at her now that her lips were following the line of your ear down to your collarbone licking off as much blood from you as she could you thought that perhaps it was a risk you were willing to take. A life of safety and innocence was a life wasted, all wrapped in cotton with nothing else to do but watch as everyone else did as they desired while you became nothing but ether, not even ink in someone’s diary.

And so took a leap of faith. Your hands shot to grab her by her forearms when her lips began to follow the shape of a vein down your neck and in between your breasts, your feet moving until the rested on the outside of her calves trapping her between your thighs and your ankles. The moment Avis felt your legs moving she lifted her head to look at you with an arched eyebrow and as you were feeling foolishly brave your lips curled into a smirk. A surprised yelp escaped her lips as you used a sudden burst of strength to turn the tables, or in this case your current positions. Avis’s body fell with a thud over the already stained covers, your figure now hovering over hers, all that gorgeous hair sprawled over white, framing her gorgeous face where your blood was slowly beginning to dry and crack. She was definitely surprised by this bold side of you, perhaps amused even though she shouldn’t be as thrilled, but it had been so long since someone had actually taken the lead in bed that wasn’t her that she had nearly forgotten what it was like to be pleased not only because she demanded it. And God, were you good at this. She had to give you credit because she truly had mistaken you for nothing more than a naïve little twat who loved to turn people on and then act as if you had never done a thing and in fact you were perhaps more like Lilia than she had anticipated. You had definitely had a good teacher. You had her arms trapped above her head, held down firmly while your legs kept hers spread open unable to move, trapped under you but she had no desire to take control of the situation now, she wanted to know exactly what you had in mind. Your lips caressed her cheek, brushing the cold flesh before you moved over to her ear, biting down and drawing out a moan from within her throat, one that had been waiting all night to be released.

-You want pleasure mama? – her lungs stuttered when trying to take a breath, the heat in her core burning with a heat she had not felt in a long time. Avis nodded barely. – Then relax and let your girl do exactly that. I’ll make you feel so good mama.

Oh, she knew you would. The world shifted for her, switching her kisses and caresses to hands holding onto the bedsheets as your lips followed the line of her jaw, your rosy lips stained bright red as you reached her chin and instead of heading down to her breasts, something you very much wanted to do, you decided to head upwards. Her mouth was inches from your, eyes locked in a gaze that could make time stop in every universe and although you knew you would not taste tobacco anymore you could not let the opportunity of kissing her got to waste, not when she was letting you do whatever you wanted. Inches became a thing of the past when your lips met hers in a soft, gentle kiss, nothing like the one she had given you before, all full of lust and power. This one was simple, unaltered adoration that you wanted to make sure she felt with every the brush of your lips, with the tip of your tongue tracing her bottom one until she opened her mouth, granting you access, the overwhelming taste of blood with it’s metallic essence brutal for an instant but somehow there was something sweet to be found under all that iron and you had an inkling that it wasn’t you, just the gentle notes of honey that dripped from Avis whenever your body moved to press against her releasing a melody of moans from her chest. Sounds that never reached the air around you as you swallowed them deep.

You were unsure if her spell was still clawing at your skin and mind or if you had surrendered to her already but all the terror that had clung to your heart moments before was gone, and as your tongue traced the shape of her fangs, goosebumps and shivers alike running all over Avis’s body, you only felt curiosity. Avis Amberg was a vampire, that much was clear to every soul on this planet, but you weren’t scared, why? Was it perhaps the fact that she had had the chance to kill you many many times tonight and she hadn’t, regardless of the threats? Or was it perhaps that she had drunk from you and the moment she had felt you dizzy and clumsy from blood loss she had stopped herself? This woman could be cruel and dangerous, murderous if she desired it, and yet you felt as if she was giving you a treatment not many people had ever got before, maybe no one. You weren’t entirely wrong, but you weren’t fully right. She was giving you the same treatment she had given Lilia, even though part of her mind knew that you could slip through her fingers just as easily as the other woman had, although she hoped you wouldn’t do it too soon. There was a softer side to Avis, and she might build up the courage to show it if she thought you were worth all the hassle of trusting you and opening herself up to you. Emotionally, of course, she was already quite open for you in every other aspect and dripping onto her expensive linens.

A loud moan echoed inside your mouth when your nails dug slightly on the sensitive skin of her wrists when your lungs began to plead for air, much to your dismay, and so your parted from her, hints of her carmine left around her cupid bow. Your journey began then, setting sail from the port of her mouth, following the stream of her neck, freezing but calm waters welcoming your kisses and the crystal clear waves mixed with tainted red currents on your tongue, passing the hollow of her neck where you made sure to through a mark overboard and sucked around it until you could see faint purple bruises appearing. On the horizon you could see the top of two stunning hills, soft, ample and splashed with patches of deep red roses that had taken root on the pools of your blood, your boat named “The Traveller” sailing through the valley of her breasts with easy, feeling her sternum underneath each kiss before you went on a trek through each hill. There were no bird or wild animals on the roads but the sounds that reached your ears were like songs that you wish you could record and listen to every time you found yourself lonely in your boat, pants, gasps and moan when your hands, the hands of gardener, of a sculptor and a surgeon, kneaded her flesh and caressed the petals of each of her roses knowing that your hands would be stained with your own blood, not that you cared. It was simply delicious to taste the plump flesh at your disposal, sucking and licking like a starved beast that was feet away from a fountain of pure water to sooth your thirst, right at the top of the hill, where your lips latched on to her stiff nipples and drank in every yelp and scream that she made, watching in awe as her hands gripped the covers above her head while her eyes fluttered shut, waves of pleasure coursing through her body like the winds that preluded a storm.  

As much as you wanted to stay there forever, tasting her and toying with her breasts like this, pushing buttons that had Avis completely at your mercy it was clear you had to continue your journey before she changed her mind and released thunder and Hell on you and your little boat until you sank to the depths of the ocean, and so you returned to the valley but not before marking each breast with as many bruises as you could, violet contrasting with her tone in a most perfect pairing of colours. The waters you sailed on as kisses were placed tenderly on her stomach, the softness of her body simply breathtaking under your hands led you to beautiful but untold stories chiselled on her figure in the form of stretch marks, delivering gold and spices when your lips made sure to cares each and every one of them. She had them everywhere, around her upper arms, sculpted on the sides and underneath her breasts, around her lower abdomen and in perfect shapes that hugged her hips as well, marks that showed just how much she had lived and how her body had changed along with it. She might never get news ones or get rid of the ones she had, but there wasn’t a most beautiful thing to you than a body that showed just how much it had changed and adapted, how much it had gone through and how it had survived because it meant that Avis’s soul, cursed or not, had been there fighting through it all. Your tongue tasted thousands of memories interlaced with her DNA with each kiss you delivered, and even though they were silent words, you felt like the richest woman in the land, hands filled with gold and rubies as your palms held onto her hips.

Every sensation, every touch would fade into memories soon, your journey down her body soon reaching its destination, but it wasn’t something that made you feel sadness. No, you had conquered mountains and bathed in pools of sanctified water were her sounds echoed against marble walls and vines of rich red roses, you had kissed and tasted and had her in your arms but there was still time, still more to come before everything ended and you could not say that that wasn’t a thrilling journey of its own. “The Traveller” slowed its speed over gentle waters where the air smelled of saffron and salt, perfect ginger curls welcoming your lips with each kiss you left on her pubic bone, her arousal making them damp as your chin brushed against them. Her breath hitched in her lungs when your hands rested on the soft skin of her inner thighs, forcing her legs to spread even wider than before, your line of vision allowing you to feast on her dripping folds while also watching her face, slightly flushed, meeting your gaze in lustful waves that made you even wetter than you already were. Her skin was as delectable as you had always imagined, and her body as tender and responsive as you had expected her to be, squirming when your teeth nipped at the skin, the soothing heat of your tongue over the reddish marks nearly making her whimper in need, but she caught herself before it could slip out. She was giving you so much already, arching her back when your mouth had latched on to her breasts, biting down to keep from moaning wantonly when in truth she had failed miserably at that, thrashing and holding onto the bed covers until the linens were on the verge of ripping, she had to keep some mysteries to herself.

You would never do this for that girl at the canteen, only for Lilia, and now Avis, you thought as your kisses got closer and closer to where she needed you the most, her salty aroma making your mouth water, because that young thing meant nothing. She was pretty, yes, but she could never match either of the ladies you had the utmost pleasure of having under your body, screaming themselves raw when your mouth made them weak, a task you were very happy to fulfil for Avis now. She could never match the feeling of Lilia’s messy curls in your hands, Avis’s expensive perfume filling your lungs as you kissed down her neck, Lilia’s cold rings brushing your bare back when she pulled you to her or the sight of Avis soaked and ready for you as a gentle rain of silver fell over both of your bodies. One long swipe of your tongue had her arching her back, her folds the most sublime thing you had ever had the honour of tasting, salty with a spicy undertone that fell far from the usual sweetness you gathered from Lilia every time she let herself be loved by you, pleasured by you. A string of moans fell in quick succession from her bloody lips every time you sucked on her folds, your nose brushing on her clit with feather light touches that sent jolts of electricity all over her limbs, from the top of her head down to her toes, curling inside her black stilettos.

In under a minute you found a good rhythm, using two of your fingers to spread her open and fuck her with your tongue before wrapping your lips around her clit, sucking gently at first, twirling it slowly with your tongue until one of her hands shot to grab you by the hair to keep you in place. Fuck, you really could suck a clit. She had expected you to be good, Lilia was a very needy and sexually active woman so it was obvious she would have taught you a thing or two, but she hadn’t seen this level of expertise coming. Teeth grazed her swollen bud, spreading a white fire all over her body that matched the screams that her hoarse throat was giving, commanding you to go faster, to fuck her when in fact she had no control now. You could keep her wanting more, slowing down and then sucking and rubbing fast again and snatch her orgasm from her right when her fingers were about to wrap around it, almost daring to imagine how she would look pleading and crying for release like you had just done, like Lilia did whenever you had her at your mercy. Wouldn’t it be beyond erotic to have them both in your bed, one riding that big deep red cock while the other allowed you to eat her out, both moaning and begging to be fucked like sluts? Your sluts, all wet and lost in lust. Imagining that made your walls clench around nothing, missing the feeling of being so full even though you were slightly achy and sore, and the noises Avis was making along with the taste of her on your tongue certainly didn’t help the situation.

A singular synapse in your brain suddenly sparked an idea when the tips of your fingers teased at her entrance, pants high pitched and hips thrusting up to get any kind of friction that would get her exactly to where she wanted to be, but you didn’t push them in. You actually pulled back from her completely without a warning, a whimper at the loss falling from bloody lips before Avis lifted herself up and rested her weight on her elbows ready to call you out and angrily ask you what the hell you were doing. The words had already began to migrate from her vocal cord to the tip of her tongue when you rushed to the edge of the bed, your ripped panties sliding down your thigh, and bent to pick up something form the ground, leaving her quiet and curious as to what the fuck you were doing. The instant you straightened your back again her eyes caught a glimpse of black straps and a red tip and understood immediately what you were going to do, lower lip trapped between her teeth to avoid a moan at the thought of your fucking her like that.

It was clumsy to put it on like when you were still keeping her legs wide open with your body but after struggling for a few moments you tightened it, feeling the unfamiliar weight over your pubic bone, but you’d adjust to it fast you thought, your mouth returning to suck on her clit. You only needed to keep her dripping like this, and she would take you perfectly, your body moving to hover over hers as you aligned her own cock with her entrance, watching in delight as her eyes fluttered close when she felt the tip pushing a bit but never truly invading her. One of your hands tenderly grabbed hers and pulled them back over her head, inches away from her headboard while the other teased at her clit with your nails knowing perfectly well that she was more than ready, body sweaty and flushed. She didn’t scream, she made a noise so deep and guttural that she startled herself when you gave one hard thrust and buried yourself completely inside her, your hips perfectly moulded to hers, her ample breasts brushing against yours as her back arched and legs wrapped unconsciously around your thighs.

-Oh God!

-No mama, there is no God here. – pulling out slowly gave Avis the chance to feel every little detail on that cock, her cock, your mouth against her lips, ghosting over them but not quite kissing her yet. – Such blasphemy when you know that he would never fuck you like I’m going to. Mama is above such things and her girl will make sure to show her just how ethereal she already is. So, make sure to remember that I’m fucking you mama, not some God, just me and I will make you cum so hard that his name won’t ever be spoken again in this room.

She could have cum just from hearing you speak like that. The words, the husky tone, the power you held, or that she actually had given you for now, and the feeling of you filling her up so well, so deep and stretching her so good, it was like the most perfect cosmopolitan she could ever have, burning down her throat and spreading like a gentle tingling all over her body. You did not give her a chance to retort or gain any kind of leverage, you pulled out almost completely only to slam back into her until your hips were bruising hers, her hard nipples rubbing the sides of your breasts as your lips met hers, quieting every moan and scream of pleasure that was falling out of her. You had never dreamt you’d be fucking Avis Amberg like this, not even in your wildest fantasies, but life definitely has a way of surprising people in the strangest ways, or in the most delightful ones, because you could not describe those sinful sounds as anything else. Your thrusts were slow, fucking her with the tenderness she had forgone you, holding her hands over her pillow feeling her body shaking in pleasure and anticipation. She swallowed your cock with such ease, her pussy spreading itself to accommodate it with pools of arousal all around it, jerking upwards as every movement became faster, harder in execution against her pelvis, sounds that your lips couldn’t covered up as your lungs begged for air, filling up the room. Groans, pants, moans… and you couldn’t get enough.

-Fuck, Y/N. Harder, please. Fuck.

You could not say no to her when she was already begging, when her hands were fighting to hold onto the headboard for leverage. She wanted to be fucked good? Harder? Faster? She was going to go on a fucking astral journey when you were done with her. Both your hands reached to hold onto her thighs, your movements never faltering, and pushed her legs towards her chest, forcing her pussy to spread even wider, taking your cock deeper than before, so deep that the new posture had you touching all the sweet spots inside her. Avis’s back arched off the mattress, her head thrown back as the balls of her feet dug into the sides of your ribcage, meeting your thrusts at a brutal speed that she could take without issue.

-YES! FUCK! So deep, so full!

There was no self-control now, only the need to see her coming undone, to see if her screams could reach a point in which she could not manage sounds anymore, just frantic motions to show you that you were doing a good job, though you already knew that. Perhaps there some ego showing around the edges, but Lilia was to be faulted for that, she was a very very vocal teacher, and praises fell from her lips as much as profanities when she was riding you, though her strap was smaller than Avis’s, something you might have to fix. Being a virgin didn’t mean you lived in a convent. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled your head, your lips kissing down her neck as your blood dried and crack in between her breasts and on her chin, quelching noises of you fucking her furiously mixing brutally in an orchestra of perfectly tuned instruments that your fingers played. She was already clenching around you, holding onto her headboard for dear life moving her from side to side, almost lulling it back every time you sent fire coursing through her. She had fucked and been fucked so many times before, some of them actually making her lose her breath and weakening her legs but for some strange reason that her brain could not understand, or make the effort to right now, you were fucking her so well she could not compare it to anyone. Except Lilia, though you would not be insulted by it, of that, she was sure. Your hand retuned to her clit, engorged and absolutely soaked in her juices, your nails scratching in between circular motions.

-DON’T STOP! YES! YES! OHHHH

It was sudden, fast and mind blowing. For an instant there was nothing, no feelings or sensations, no thoughts, just time and space standing still and then a wave of white fire and electricity set her aflame. Your name fell from her lips over and over like a promise, a prayer, as her walls clenched brutally around your cock making your thrusts more difficult, but you did not stop, you carried on, with her body arching off the mattress and her hips losing all rhythm as she reached her high. Pleasure had her mind blank, cloudy with lust, tasting her own blood on her tongue from how raw her throat was, screaming her head off practically. You had to be thankful for her big garden, or her neighbours might have come to knock on her door already. Her juices gashed all over your cock and dripped down over the stained covers, but she was still in the peak of it all and had no intension of slowly her own thrusts down, matching yours with her breaths sharp and shallow, her heart on the verge of actually pumping again. After a few moments, perhaps minutes, or hours you finally felt her movements still and her body drop heavily onto the bed, resting her face against her arms as her legs trembled and slackened around your sides, the signal you needed to stop moving and let her catch her breath. She might lack a certain softness, perhaps a trait from her nature, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t receive it from you, your hands rubbing her thighs tenderly as you pecked her jaw and cheeks, allowing her time to relax her body and bask in the afterglow, knowing that she was okay when one of her trembling hands began to caress your hair in soft pets.

-Did mama feel good?

-Mhm… Very…

-I’m glad I was able to please you.

-Oh, doll, you did. Just don’t think you hold any kind of power here. I’ll be very quick to put you back in your place.

-Of course, mama. I won’t step out of place.

-Good girl. Now, why don’t you let mama reward you? – excited you gently laid her legs on the bed, a small whine escaping Avis when you pulled her long and thick cock out, watching her juices drip out of her and onto her linens before she collected herself again, a tired but still sweetly dangerous smile painting her lips while her eyes locked with yours. - You have done so well, and I think you have definitely earned the right to have mama please you.

-Yes, thank you, mommy.

-Come up here. I want to taste you.

Did she mean…? She was making herself comfortable on top of the pillows, gathering part of the blood that had not yet dried around her collarbone and tasting it with a pleased smile and hum. Oh, yeah, she definitely meant what you thought she meant, and you could read it in her relaxed but seductive posture and in the way her eyes lingered on your body while not even considering getting up. You were fast and a tiny bit clumsy in getting the strap off along with your ripped knickers, but you didn’t want to make her wait and end up being forced to sleep or go home all hot and bothered like this, so the rubber cock practically flew off the edge of the bed as soon as you removed it. Crawling up her body was like walking home after a long day, letting her hands caress the sides of your body and pulling you briefly against her when your neck was withing range, her tongue cold but soothing against the bite marks she had inflicted upon your body before, gathering fresh beads of blood on her tongue before the marks began to slowly heal. Scars would be left behind, but she very much knew that. She wanted Lilia to know exactly what she had done to you, to feel her anger in the air when she saw you weren’t her pure little human anymore, perhaps to lure her out of her hiding spot and face Avis, giving her the opportunity to show that witch exactly what she would do to you every single night.

Of course you’d let her lick you, and if she had wanted it you would have let her bite you again, oblivious to every thought that was crossing her mind, her revenge, her sexual haze, her memories, all mixing in a turmoil that she stomped on and crushed when her tongue traced your sternum and her hands gripped your hips, forcing you to move faster up her body. Her fingertips had brushed and caressed your breasts, pushing you from where you rested over her abdomen as her need to have you grew exponentially, feeling every inch of your creamy skin until your soft thighs stelled on each side on her head, your dripping pussy hovering a few inches from her face. Angry red marks followed her nails over the parts of your body that had remained perfectly pure and pale, mostly on your inner thighs, making you shiver as your fingers threaded through her curls while your other hand held onto the headboard, letting Avis kiss and lick and explore as much as she wanted, as much as she needed. The femoral artery was right there, inches away, almost calling her. One bite, that’s all she needed to suck you dry or to let you bleed to your death in seconds, but she had already made up her mind about what she was going to do with you: too sweet and fucking good with your tongue to kill you. Her hands traced the shape of your ass, kneading you and spreading you wider, unconsciously forcing you to lower your body towards her, that gorgeous nose of hers so close to touching you that you were shaking with anticipation.

Her lips kissed and licked her way up to the joint between your leg and your pussy, sucking little marks that only you, Lilia and she would see, bruises that made her crave just a small taste of you before she pulled you down completely. The small groans you were making turned into a loud gasp when you felt her biting down, screaming softly when her fangs pierced your skin and your blood began to seep into her mouth once again. She could consider this primeval need for blood as survival, as a deep hunger that could never cease, but drinking you, as her mouth flooded with the flavour of your being, she could only think that you had become an addiction, and one that she would never ever recover from. This time though it was truly just a taste, a sip of the sweetest wine after a satisfying meal that would keep her full until the next day, floral and earthy tones tainting her tongue when reluctantly she released your skin, beads of crimson liquid settling on her lips for an instant before she wiped them with the tip of her tongue, soothing the irritated flesh and watching it heal slowly. Two thin trails of blood were travelling down your thigh, but she was quick to gather them and clean you until there wasn’t a single trace of red anywhere. Her hands rested around your bruised hips, a hiss escaping through gritted teeth as she pulled your body down slowly, almost at a speed that didn’t make you realise what she was doing as her lips were still kissing and soothing your bruised flesh. Stars filled your line of vision the moment you felt her tongue lapping at you like a starved dog, her nose brushing against your clit at nearly the perfect pace, catching you off guard.

-Oh, fuck… So good.

Avis moaned loud against your pussy, sending vibrations through your body that had you shaking and holding onto the headboard for dear life, trying your best not to pull on her gorgeous curls and end up getting reprimanded in any way. She was methodical, slow with her tongue, sucking on your folds and pulling then with her sharp teeth as her hands kneaded your ass, holding you in place with very little effort, thriving in the mix of flavours that were clouding her senses. You weren’t just sweet in your blood, you were sweet everywhere, a festival of sensations that made her feel like she was having the most delicious chocolate martini she had ever had. Your arousal was like a sharp and burning pour of vodka on her tongue, sliding down her throat with the sugary tones of chocolate that throbbed around your clit when your hips began to move, seeking friction, pleasure, anything Avis could give you. But of course, she wasn’t getting drunk and high on just your juices, but on the noises, you were making, soft mewls and gasps that matched the flavours of your blood that had her lips painted in a deep shade of red, that delicious martini forming in her mouth with the sweetness of the baileys your blood had provided. It was just perfect, sublime, the cocktail mixing with each movement of her tongue, vodka, chocolate syrup and baileys swallowed deep with the garnish of Lilia’s golden sparks, and all poured into an hourglass cup that was your body. She’d sip from you until her senses were gone and your body was begging to cum all over her gorgeous face.

It wouldn’t take long though. She had fucked you so well before and you had been so close to the edge, still were after having watched her come undone underneath you, that every touch and every movement of her mouth had your dripping and moaning with your head thrown back, basking in every sensation. With her tongue she gathered every drop that was pouring out of you, moving her head back and forth to tease your engorged clit, gasps drifting through the open windows whenever a sharp jolt coursed through your veins, the tip of your toes and fingers tingling. Jesus fucking Christ! She pressed you closer, your pussy moulded to her face, your clit twirled and fucked by her nose, flicking it from side to side as her tongue slipped into your entrance, still sore and achy form having taken her seven inches all the way to the base, causing your whole frame to shake and moaning her name loudly, so loud that you could have sworn her mirrors were reverberating to the sound. Who was being blasphemous now Avis thought as her hands slid from your hips down to your ass aiding you in rocking your hips, letting you fuck her face, imagining the way your tits were bouncing and your face contorted in unadulterated pleasure while she ate you out.

-FUCK AVIS!

Her whole palm had collided with your ass cheek in a hard slap, your cunt gushing and clenching around her tongue as pain spread and blended into pleasure in a matter of seconds, your core ablaze, burning in wildfires that were so close to burning you completely. Your hips were losing rhythm against her mouth, lost in lust and passion, forgetting that she could kill you if you stepped out of line and pulling on her hair for leverage to fuck yourself. She knew you were close, so close, begging in pathetic pleas in between pants for an orgasm you were supposed to have had long ago, tears nearly spilling from the corners of your eyes. And she couldn’t quite leave you unsatisfied and needy; Lilia could finish the job when you went home and steal the opportunity of seeing you come undone from Avis. Another slap landed over your reddened skin, a scream ripping from your hoarse throat, but that was only a prelude, the honey she was dripping on your lips before the spoonful of exquisite dessert. Her mouth moved upwards so she would wrap herself around your clit, sucking hard and scrapping it with her teeth as she pushed two fingers inside you, fucking you hard and fast while curling them to hit that marvellous spot inside you without waiting for you to adjust or even grasp what was going on.

-GOD DON’T STOP! YES! AVIS! AVIS!

Supernovas exploded, the universe collapsed in waves of stardust and black matter that came from your body and soul bursting in a tsunami of passion and pleasure. If your back arched any further your spine would break, if you kept riding her face at such speed and with such force, you’d break her nose, but your brain could not form a coherent thought when you were being electrocuted, set of fire and elevated to a whole new state of matter. Avis could no longer push her fingers in and out of you, your walls trapping them in the most brutal orgasm you had ever had, the screams that had left your throat bloody no longer slipping out only silence as your voice had been stolen from your vocal cords, but Avis didn’t mind, she was quite busy twirling your clit softly to help you ride your high while gathering every drop that was pouring out of you, gulping it down so fast that she seemed to not have had a single glass of water in centuries. Your vision had gone black for an instant as your eyes rolled to the back of you head but a few seconds or minutes after your soul left your body it returned, and your hammering heart and hurried breaths could finally take air and slow down, your hips stilling their movements and releasing Avis from your iron grip that had kept her breathless for several minutes, but neither of you had to worry about her choking or suffocating, breathing was pretty much an accessory to her lifestyle now.

Your body trembled and shagged against the headboard, small sparks dancing under your skin, raiding goosebumps when Avis caressed your sore ass and kissed the wound on your inner thigh with a tenderness that had your hazy mind thinking it was Lilia for a moment, but you knew better even if your synapses were still under Avis’s spell. Or were you? In truth she had let you go long ago, practically when you had knelt in front of her like a lost puppy begging for a treat, so every single thing she had done to you and that you had done to her had been of your own free will. You had pushed your fear and terror to the back of your head, you had interlaced the memories of Lilia with Avis of your own accord all through the night, and never, not for an instant had the ginger forced you through magic to do anything, just sheer dominance and power balance, a fact that you clearly liked. You felt the shift in weight on the bed underneath your weak knees and hear the ruffling of linens behind you as Avis slipped from under your tired body and pressed herself against your back, the scratches stinging lightly and almost drawing out a hiss from your lips, but you were still in could nine and couldn’t even begin to form a single word. Her arms snaked around your waist and pulled you into her personal space, your head falling comfortably on her shoulder. The room was a mess, blood staining the carpet, the floor and the bedsheets, clothes spread all over while the strap hung from the edge of the bed along with Avis’s stilettos, rubies reflecting the platinum beams of moonlight as her jewellery rested on the chaise long at the foot of the bed. 

-You did far better than I had imagined Y/N. If I had known you could match me this well, I would have done this ages ago, but I shall not dwell on lost time, not when you are going to be with me for a very very long time. - Avis’s bit down on her wrist, rich blood pouring in gentle swirls over her freckled skin, but she did not make you drink. No, she would not be so cruel to herself as to turn you into a vampire, she would be selfish instead. The wounds on your neck were nothing compared to the way her fangs pierced your pulse point this time, your mind collapsing like a sandcastle as the pain radiated only to be set alight when she pressed her wrist to your neck and drop by drop her blood mixed with yours. Voices screamed around you both, souls that tried to steer you away, to make you run and never return but they were nothing, just like the smoke of her cigarettes that faded into the air, like the breeze that brushed your naked bodies. Those pathetic shadows meant nothing, but Avis… Avis was everything. - Lilia will have to thank me for this. A gift of sorts to bury the hatchet. An eternal one.

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PRIDE vs SELF

♱CONTAINS: longing, toxic ju, ju saves the day, oc standin on shit, long bc judea is the thinkers twigs was talkin bout ♱NIYAHSPEAKS: this is long as shit sorry for the wait guys. ju's pov dis time! part three with smut? ♱♱♱♱

it had been three months since jaliyah and i had spoken. the night she'd kicked me out of her apartment, she blocked me on everything. my number, socials, everything. not that she needed to.

i knew when i wasn't wanted, and i wasn't the type to sit and beg for a bitch to do anything. and i don't even like calling jaliyah a bitch, because she isn't one and she had every right to do what she did, but my pride would be the death of me.

that night sat on every part of my brain. the way she'd yelled at me. what she'd yelled at me.

"four months ago you would have taken me to that party. you wouldn't have ignored me, because four months ago, you gave a fuck."

she couldn't have been more wrong. liyah and i were friends before all of this, and i'd started fucking her with the intention of being more after it.

i'd had a thing for her since we met freshman year, but she'd had a girlfriend and she was crazy about her, so i played my role.

the 'misunderstood hooper who had lover girl potential but couldn't remove her head from her own ass' role. jaliyah swore that i was crazy for the way i'd moved back then, and i think that's why it took three years for us to do anything.

she was real protective of herself. jaliyah didn't play about jaliyah, and our entire friend group knew it. we'd all cracked jokes when people tried to push up on her, laughing because we knew she was not goin.

i'd admired her dedication to not give parts of herself away, and that night, Love & Other Drugs night- the first night- i'd promised myself to cherish every single one of them.

i was selfish in the way i wanted her. i wanted to take everything she held sacred and keep it for myself and bask in the fact that no one else could have it. that i had her in ways very few ever did.

the first month, i'd lost myself in her. we weren't together or anything. we were just fucking, but it all felt a little too real. always on her body, at her every beck and call, constantly looking for her in rooms she'd never even been in. it all felt too normal.

and i'm not a cornball. i wasn't scared of the way things were going. if anything, i leaned into it. i was perfectly fine with being jaliyah's lap dog.

but then i'd gotten cleared to play again, and i don't know what the fuck happened but i couldn't find it within myself to give a fuck about anything else. jaliyah became the last thing on my mind, and i didn't even care.

it wasn't that she became less important because i'd hit. sex could have never devalued her. it was that everything became less important.

missing classes, missing family functions, missing parties. i was no where but in the gym, grinding it out in preparation for my senior run.

it was gonna be the comeback of the century.

but she'd thought it was a her thing, and i didn't have the energy to explain that she'd never be the problem. if she wanted to make it about her, then she could.

i understood why she thought the way she did, but it wasn't my job to remind her that her spot was secured. three years of friendship should have solidified that.

so i went about my business. training, catching up in class, doing what i did. but she was always there. if she wasn't ignoring my presence in every room we'd shared, she was blinking at me in my mind.

i swore every time the back of my hand itched, it was her reminding me of her. that she'd helped design my tattoo. that that hand was the reason i'd never get to have her again, in any capacity.

it was bullshit, really. agonizingly painful bullshit. but again, my pride would be the death of me.

she probably wanted an apology. she wanted me to grovel on my hands and knees and beg her to open her legs for me again. like her pussy was a prize (it was), that i had to bleed to win.

i'd have done it too, except i had self respect. i couldn't go out like that. not about pussy.

however comma, (niyah here, pls tell me yall get the reference) i would have fed her grapes just to talk to her. to tell her that i was proud of her for aceing every final. to hear her tell me i was gonna be perfectly fine for my first game back.

i'd have chewed off my own arm to lay on opposite ends of her couch and watch south central baddies while killing an entire box of kool-aid jammers and destroying a family box of gushers.

of course i'd missed the sex, but i missed the domesticity of us almost more than i missed having an ACL.

♱

people on the internet claimed that kennedy and i looked alike, which was funny and all but this girl really acted like my little sister. she was hyper, and annoying as hell and especially so on this night.

she'd drug me to a club under the ruse of needing protection.

you always muggin so nobody bothers us

i went. i knew she wouldn't leave me the fuck alone until i said yes, so i fitted up and packed everyone into the benz truck.

the club was loud, the noise resembled monkeys in a zoo. the people were louder than the music, the giant fans on the ceilings were useless because the second we'd stepped in it was like we'd entered brazil. muggy, sweaty brazil.

i was just greatful that everyone seemed to remember their deodorant, because it didn't smell like ass.

we fought our way to our section and took our videos of the bottle girls with the signs and the champagne and we all stood up and sprayed it everywhere when the DJ announced that 'THE LADY TROJANS HAVE ARRIVED'.

moments like that always happened in slow motion. i wasn't thinking about the goofy look on my face when i stood on the couch and placed the bottle between my legs and waved it around like a fucking idiot. the way i looked wasn't on my mind until i saw her.

it was literally the shit of movies.

i'd tilted my head back and screamed and when my chin lowered, i'd seen knotless flying with the turn of her head. she was at the bar, and i guess she'd turned to see what all the commotion was about, and when she did- when she saw who everyone had erupted for- she froze. i don't know if we made eye contact, but i know she saw me.

i'd definitely seen her. caramel skin glistening with gold jewelry, a cuff around her bicep. she wore black and grey, baggy pants, and a tight tube top. that's all i caught before she turned her back to our celebration- to me- and continued hunting down the bartender.

i didn't let myself think about who the hell she'd came with, or what she'd planned to do when she left the club. i just auto-piloted my way through the night, allowing hands to pull me to the dance floor, back to couch, and to the floor again.

i couldn't, for the life of me, figure out how people did this for a job. promoting parties, djaying, serving. any job in the club industry seemed entirely too over-stimulating for me because an hour in, i needed a break.

i slipped away easily, the way i always did, and shrugged past a gulf of drunk people, until i finally got to the bathroom. i stayed in there for however long it took me to piss, wash my hands, zone out at my reflection, and snap my own self out of it.

when i left the bathroom, i still felt like i needed another second before going back to the section, so i stepped out the side door, texted kennedy where i was and snatched my forgotten pre-roll from behind my ear.

i didn't hear the satisfying sound of the lighter sparking, because it was drowned out by a voice i'd known all too well.

it was jaliyah. drunk jaliyah to be exact, and i'd known that by the way she was whining.

sober jaliyah didn't whine, though she'd told me she wished she was annoying enough to do it because then she'd get her way. drunk jaliyah did whatever she had to do to get the outcome she wanted. and in that moment, it sounded like she wanted to be left alone.

"nooooo," her voice was high as she dragged the word out, "i don't wanna g- let me go."

she was loud enough in the front of the club for me to hear her on the side, and i knew that someone could see her. i knew that whatever was happening- if it was bad- would have been handled appropriately.

my pride would be the death of me.

i just couldn't allow myself the peace of minding my business when it came to her, so against my better judgement i shoved the joint back behind my ear and rounded the corner.

it was dude. big, beefy nigga who was struggling to get jaliyah into his car. (his weak ass fishbowl that had expired tags.)

there was a line around the building and the bouncer was watching the whole thing go down with a slight grin, like seeing an intoxicated woman being shoved into a car was lowkey funny as hell.

it wasn't. and it wouldn't have been even if it wasn't jaliyah. but it was, so unfortunately i had to channel sierra canyon ju and push the line that much further.

"aye!" my heavy timbs felt weightless while i ran to them- to her. "the hell is you doin?"

i raised a hand and shoved one of the shoulders attached to the arm wrapped around this girl who'd haunted me for three months.

naturally, his body shifted in my direction, and he realized the voice didn't belong to a 5'4 girls girl with a moral compass. we were the same height, and he was bigger than me, but i was angrier.

still, he played it off. chuckled, like the shit was funny "it's not what you thinkin," he waved me off and turned back to jaliyah- who'd once again frozen when she'd seen me. "my girl is lit, she not trynna go home,"

this nigga-

jaliyah decided to find her voice again, and she didn't whine when she mumbled a quiet, "ju."

it was like she no longer cared about the situation she was in. she wasn't fighting him off anymore. just still, mouth closed, eyeing me like i don't even know what.

she looked confused, but comfortable. like she was glad to see me, but hurt by my presence all in the same breath.

"that's not your girl," i snarked and reached for her, "and you needa let her the fuck go."

he smacked his lips, "how you gon te-"

i wasn't even trynna hear all that, and i didn't have to explain shit to him. "let her go."

"who even are y-"

"juju?" someone was calling me from far away- kennedy.

she and londyn rounded the corner, whipping their heads in the other direction before turning and dropping their shoulders when they saw us.

"ju, what's g- liyah?" kennedy was shocked to see her, but she was even more shocked to see her being manhandled, and i knew that because she stepped up right next to me and squared her shoulders just like i had. "who the fuck is this?"

even londyn's little ass stepped to the plate and eyed the nigga before he'd decided that jaliyah was more trouble than she was worth and unwrapped himself from her.

he left her standing there- still staring at me- being checked out by ken and londyn.

her eyes never left mine, mine never left hers. i know i just did allat, but suddenly, i wanted to be anywhere but there.

there: standing on the sidewalk staring at each other like were in a netflix movie.

none of it felt real, and i had to get out of there before it did. before the truth of the situation snuck up on us and i crumbled in front of all these people.

"ken," i snapped, "go get my car." i fished my keys out of my jorts and tossed them. "lo, text the groupchat and tell em to come on."

the chaos of the front of a club continued until the girls all tumbled out of the club, and kennedy's aggy ass sped her way to the curb.

"it's too many bodies," she announced, "somebody gotta lap up."

everyone was fucked up, besides me, but we made it work, and soon everyone had been dropped off besides jaliyah.

"where we takin you?" ken asked, turning to the back where liyah was sprawled out on my seats. "liyah, cmon sis, we gotta take you somewhere."

kennedy had never been to liyah's new place, and she didn't know i had either because she was yet to be brought in on the lore. it wasn't something i talked about. she just knew liyah and i used to be friends, and then we weren't.

i stayed quiet. i knew jaliyah was too drunk to tell ken where she lived, and i'd planned on bringing her to our place regardless.

liyah just moaned and turned in the seat, concrete evidence that she was done for the night. kennedy sighed and trailed her eyes to me. i was staring forward, forcing myself into indifference.

"you trynna take her to ours?" she inquired, like she was scared that i was really boutta just leave the girl stranded. "i mean- ion know what went down between ya'll but what else can we do?"

i remained neutral as i put the car in drive, and once again auto-piloted my way home. it was war getting her in the house, but once we were in, ken dealt with liyah.

i couldn't do the whole 'i know we not cool but imma take care of you' thing.

played out, corny, so true that i couldn't allow myself to do it.

i spent that night feeling my skin cool down after being burned raw under the hot shower. i threw on a black sports bra and some essentials shorts and threw myself in bed. my passion twists would hate me in the morning but clothes was all i could manage.

in bed, i asked myself what the fuck i was doing. why i was moving like the way i was. i knew what i felt for jaliyah and i knew the issue was that she didn't.

it could all be so simple.

explain and apologize.

my pride would be the death of me.

♱

when i woke up, i walked out to jaliyah laid out in kennedy's clothes. drooling on my couch, cuddled into the cushion- she was just as beautiful as she'd been last night, all dolled up.

the domesticity.

i went to the gym because i didn't wanna just sit there and watch her sleep, but hiding from her in my own house wasn't something i could justify.

so i left, destroyed my body in the weight room, got some shots up. brent sang to me about empathetic narcissism until i couldn't feel anything, and that's when i went back to my car.

i sat there for a second, finding my breathe and my mind. i didn't know how how i was gonna explain to her why she woke up on my couch, but i feel like we had bigger fish to fry. liyah wasn't the avoidance type of person, so i knew that a conversation was gonna be had.

i wanted to talk to her, and tell her everything. that i didn't even fuck the bitch at the party. taht i only went to fucking party because i'd assumed she was gonna be there. that i thought what was understood didn't need to be explained.

but it wouldn't have mattered. she had her mind made up, and that was just that. i wasn't finna do all the begging and pleading shit. if she wanted to talk, we would. but i wasn't going out of my way to explains myself to her.

i kept telling myself that on the drive home.

i don't owe her an explanation.

i didn't even believe myself, but that's just how it had to be.

the second i stepped in the apartment, i heard kennedy and jaliyah cackling. it was a beautiful sound that died when they saw me.

"hey ju," ken smiled but her voice was too soft. i knew that jaliyah had told her everything. "imma let ya'll talk."

and then she was in her room and jaliyah was examining the floor like it held the key to the mystery of life.

"you feel okay?" i asked from the kitchen.

denial was the best course of action. maybe if i lied to myself enough, it'd feel like everything was really okay. if ignored the hole she was staring into the side of my face, her gaze would soften and i'd see the fondness i'd grown so accustomed to.

"you for real?" she was quick with it, shooting her words out like she'd rehearsed them. "no, i don't feel okay."

what the fuck did she want me to say? of course she wasn't feeling okay. she was shitfaced eight hours ago.

she never heard of small talk?

"why am i here, judea?"

she thought i hated when she called me by my full name. like it meant i was in trouble or something. and she really only did call me that when she was pissed at me, but i loved it.

every syllable sounded so familiar, like it didn't matter that no one called me that,. when she said my name, i wasn't even thinking about the fact that she was mad because she was saying my name.

"you got fucked up last night. some d-"

"i know what happened." she cut in "my question is. why am i in your house?"

"you couldn't tell ken where you lived." i shrugged.

"you-" her spine straightened as she blinked at me. "you know where i live, judea."

"yeah," i nodded, turning away so i couldn't look at her. i had to distract myself. the pattern on our cabinets had always fascinated me. "i know."

"so..." she sounded like she was getting closer, her bare feet slapping against the tile. "why did you not take me home?"

what did home mean, really?

was it a physical location, or was it an emotional space? a place that felt warm but still gave you goosebumps.

the term was so broad... you know?

she was in front of me now. kennedy's short swallowed her, she swam in the basketball shorts. her edges had been slept off.

domesticity.

i stared at her tired face. the fire in her eyes. i wanted to throw gas at it and watch her burn.

"you are home." i smiled.

i knew it was corny. i knew it would irritate her.

that was the goal, guys !

"i'm not boutta do this witchu." she moved for the door, bare foot and all. i side stepped to block her, and she shuffled to move around me. i guess she forgot she was dealing with a defensive problem, but it wa sno way she was getting outta here if i ain't want her to. "move." she gritted out, not even looking at me.

"just wai-" she moved to leave again. i moved with her, trying to get her to look at me.

to see me.

she rolled her eyes, "get out my fucking way." i didn't move, "judea i wanna leave."

i wanted to ask what that had to do with me, but i didn't wanna poke the bear too much.

"yo car not even here, liyah." i crossed my arms and smiled when her face fell at the realization. "yeah. gon head and sit back down, ma."

she turned her back and plopped down like a two year old.

"you wanna smoothie?" i asked nodding to the ninja blender that i'd went back to.

she shook her head. "if you gon make me stay then we gotta talk."

"about?" like i didn't know what the fuck she meant.

"judea, don't piss me off."

"aight, aight," i put my hands up in a don't shoot kinda way and laughed, "go head."

"i said what i wanted to say." she shrugged, "i been said it. it's your turn now."

there was so much i wanted to say. so much i wanted to explain. to confess.

but how do you tell someone that you've fucked over that you crave her. that you wanna hide her away and marvel in everything that she is? how do you say that without seeming like a fien? seeming desperate.

"i miss you." was what i came up with. tip of the iceberg, but true enough.

she laughed at that. it sounded pained and weak and so not jaliyah. "you miss fuckin me."

she always thinks its about sex. like it was all we'd done. we'd always been bigger than that but she just minimizes it.

i did miss the sex, but the sex wasn't just sex. we weren't fucking.

ion even know how to explain it, but it was so much deeper than that.

"well, yeah." i nodded because i wasn't trynna lie to her. "but nah. like... "i miss you."

her head cocked to the side and she looked at me like a math problem. "watchu mean?"

she wasn't slow. i knew she knew what i meant. she wanted me to spell it out for her, but i was scared if i started, i'd never stop.

truly spelling out the way i'd missed jaliyah meant going from a to z about how empty everything felt. how mundan it had been.

"like you're presence." summarizing. generalizing. vagueness was good. "i just miss havin you here."

that shit seemed too weak. my eyes felt a little too watery. i felt too open. too exposed.

"and i know you miss me, too."

she scoffed and straightened her face. "ion need you, judea."

she sounded so matter-of-fact. like she'd already established that she was fine.

it pissed me off, because i knew she was lying. but she was the victim here so i let her have it.

"that's wild," i shook my head. "cuz i need you."

at that point, i was so outside of my body, i didn't care how lame i'd sounded.

it was true that i'd needed her. i'd never planned on saying that, but i would yell at myself later.

the embarrassment settled in quick, though, because she didn't question it. she just sat there. quiet. staring. trying to figure out what the fuck was happening.

i didn't know if i'd ever been so real with her before, so i let her get her bearings.

she understood though.

she had to.

"you can't say shit like that to me and just expect me to spread my legs again."

here she go with this shit again. i ain't even want to sleep with the girl.

i mean i did. but id i had to prove the point, then i would.

my pride would be the death of me.

"i'm not even trynna do allat, liyah." i shook my head.

she was still in the living room, and i was still in the kitchen. there was so much distance between us and yet she felt so close it put fear in my chest.

she tilted her head again, puursing her lips and cut her eyes, as if calling bullshit.

as if to say "yeah, fucking right."

"so you don't wanna fuck me?"

the fuck kinda question-

"why you always gotta go there?" i laughed, because it was funny.

it amused me, the way she always made herself seem like just a fuck buddy.

i'd literally told her that i needed her and she still thought i wanted sex.

i wanted to have sex with her, but i didn't wanna fuck her.

there was a difference.

she didn't answer my question, just put her hand up as a way to shut me up.

"do you wanna fuck me, judea?"

she put it plainly, but none of this was plain.

it was all so complex and i never wanted to simplify it. i liked out complexities and complication.

"i've never fucked you, jaliyah." i sounded smooth, but i felt rough and tight and full of ridges. i needed an oscar for this shit. "you know it's always been more than that."

i hope she knows that it always had, and always will be deeper than fucking with her.

"well watchu call it then?" she sounded quiet then. like she was scared of my answer.

shit- i was scared of my answer.

one wrong word and i'd make a fool of myself. more of a fool than i'd already been.

i need you.

who the fuck says that???

"ion know but,"

but it's real. it's everything to me. i missed it. i need it.

"we bigger than that."

she was quiet. i was quiet.

all i could hear was the air conditioning buzzing and the blood rushing in my ears.

she was expressionless, staring again. i swear she didn't blink for three whole minutes.

she finally broke the silence. "ion know what to say."

i didn't know what the hell she meant.

say you agree. say you've felt it too. say you forgive me. say "here's all i am. do what you want with it."

say something.

"say what you feel."

cornball ass shit.

but she had to be honest with me or i would die. i didn't want the fake version or the watered down version. i wanted her the way i'd always had her.

raw. real.

she was silent again. i thought she was about to bare her heart and soul to me and run in my arms and never leave.

i'd given her all i could in that moment so she had to reciprocate.

right?

wrong.

"i wanna go home, ju."

i blinked at her. just looked at her for a second. that wasn't the reaction i'd wanted, but it's what i got.

i couldn't even really be mad at her. i wouldn't wanna be here either. i damn sure wouldn't know what to say. that's why i didn't press her.

i swallowed it all. the "don't leave me"s and the "hear me out"s,

i shoved it back down and grabbed my keys.

"come on."

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