#vampire!noah Sebastian

[cowpokeomens]

Blood Born

Hi hello! Sorry I disappeared, life has just been happening lately no matter how much I tell it not to. Anyways, below the cut you'll find Noah Sebastian with a mysterious secret doin the nasty bc I'm nothing if not a monster fucker.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of weapons, dirty nasty p-in-v smut, Noah's monster cock (canon), praise kink, there's some biting too. I think that's everything but I'm really tired so if I missed something, let me know! Enjoy!

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New Orleans had always been one of Noah’s favorite cities.

He’d been partial to the French, anyway. Liked the way they baked absurd little confections, the way they fucked without remorse- the way they’d put each other’s head on a pike just to get a leg up in court. He’d been fortunate enough to be endowed with a pretty face, and there were few things the French liked more than that. 

Which is where he found himself now, walking through the French Quarter, looking for dinner. There were approximately a million restaurants with old signs beckoning him inside, but Noah had lost a taste for that kind of food long before he stepped foot in this city. 

He smelled you before he saw you. 

It was the off season, if such a thing existed for a city like this. You were bundled up in a jacket, hurrying through the streets. It was chilly, even for this time of year, the wind making its way through your hair to whip in every direction. That must have been what blew your scent his way, the intoxicating scent of jasmine and an uninterrupted heart beat almost making him stiffen up where he stood, across the street from you. He mourned your scent as you ducked into a building, trying to escape the chill. You didn’t reek of alcohol the way most people in this area did- if he had to guess, he’d say you probably hadn’t had anything stronger than a glass of wine tonight. The thought of how that would taste had him darting across the nearly empty street to follow you into the building quickly.

He didn’t get a good meal often. The drunken strangers he usually managed to entice sated him in the way a pint of blueberries would satisfy a black bear. It was hard to find a sober person who would let you bite them, and the ones who did come along were, well, strange to say the least. As if he had any moral high ground. 

The inside of the building was warm, dimly lit. He spotted you immediately, in a far corner by the bar, alone. 

Blessed be to the old gods and the new. He thought to himself. He wouldn’t even have to lure you away from a group. He could easily seduce an individual, but multiples were hard when he was hungry. 

He made his way over to where you sat, sitting around the corner so he could face you, but not be in your personal space. “Whiskey neat, please.” The bartender nodded once, pouring something foul and cheap-smelling into a glass with an ice cube. Noah fought back a grimace at the stench. 

“Oh, come on, Remy, don’t give him the fucking Jack Daniel’s.” A voice called next to him. “If you want to cheap out, do Crown. Who the hell voluntarily drinks Jack?”

Noah slowly turned his head to where you sat, frowning at the bartender, who was rolling his eyes in return. He did remake Noah’s drink though, with something decidedly more palatable. 

As he sat the drink down and walked to another patron, Noah turned to you. “Thank you. I was having a difficult time coping with the thought of that on my palate.”

You flashed him a grin. Briefly, he wondered what it would feel like to breathe again. 

“No worries. Remy likes to give the tourists the bottom shelf shit, but you seem like the sort of guy who knows his whiskey.” You took a small sip of your wine, something deeply red that made Noah shift in his seat ever so slightly. 

He inhaled once. “Grenache?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You know your wines, too. How could you tell?”

He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “Lucky guess.”

You cocked your head to the side curiously. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

“I’ve never been here before.” Noah responded, emotionless.

“January is an odd time to visit for someone who’s never been here before.” You prodded further.

Noah couldn’t fight the smirk on his face. “Must you always play with your food?” Jolly had sighed once. “Maybe if I had a better tour guide, I would know that.”

He turns to look at you know, registers every emotion that crosses your face. Your pupils widen noticeably, your back going a little straighter. You were making this too easy for him. 

“You’re in luck, I happen to know a gal.” You’re beaming at him- a sweet, lopsided grin as you take a gulp of your wine and introduce yourself. Noah watches the movement of your throat as you do so, responding with his own name. He takes a moment to drink you in. 

Your jacket is gone now, but you’re still wearing a sweatshirt for a school he’s never heard of (Which, to be fair, is most of them.) Dark jeans cling to your legs where they sway idly from the barstool, your feet not touching the ground. Your hair has been pulled away from your face, but a few wisps escape and kiss the sides of your cheeks. He realizes, almost startled, that you’re beautiful. 

A dignified kind of beautiful, not the otherworldliness that his kind manages. He knows he’s attractive, but it’s the same kind of beauty that humans see in tigers, snakes-  A warning sign, a mark of predation. The kind of beauty you admire from the other side of bullet proof glass. 

You, though- you’re so warm. He can feel your warmth, even from over here. It transcends physicality; Warmth that is visceral, in your eyes and your lips and the scrunch of your nose reacting to the cold. 

“Hey, you okay?” Your soft voice shakes him out of his thoughts. “You looked sad.”

His eyes lock with yours, finding such human concern that if he could have wept, he would. You looked like you cared for people. He had not been cared for in a very long time. 

“Yes, sorry. Zoned out for a second there.” He quickly finished off his drink. “I would love to take you up on that offer, though. It would be nice to see the city from a local’s perspective.”

He was a dirty liar. He knew the earth of this place before the French could even see it from their ships. It was wild then, and wild now- though in different ways. He could see the old wild in the eyes of workers practicing their vaudou and the shadows that lingered at the edge of the swamps surrounding the city. It beckoned, a siren’s call out to the murky depths of the region. Colonizers said they “settled” the territory, but everyone old enough to remember knows that lands like that don’t settle. 

He supposed he was, in some ways, a marriage of those wilds. He remembered the things that lurked in the shadows… and now he was the thing lurking in that same darkness, however many lifetimes later.

“You know,” You interrupted his thoughts again, grabbing your coat in the process, “You get this really old-and-wise look on your face when you zone out. Are you thinking about war crimes, or mac ‘n cheese?”

He smiled despite himself. “Mac ‘n cheese.” 

You blinded him briefly with a smile in return. He knew instantly that he would regret this, but followed you out the bar nonetheless, throwing a bill onto the counter without looking back. 

You walked alongside each other in companionable silence until you spoke up. 

“So, what brings you to the city alone?”

Noah smirked at the ground. You didn’t even try to disguise your inquiries. It was refreshing.

“I was supposed to be visiting friends, but they’re not here anymore.” It wasn’t a lie- not the truth, but certainly not a lie. 

You frowned. “You didn’t think to check that your friends lived here still before you came?” 

Noah shook his head. “I was actually just passing through- decided to stay a few days.”

You nodded, as if his non-answers made any sense. It reminded him of how he would nod at the eloquent words of his elders when he was a child, like pretending he was wiser than he was would somehow allow the wisdom to materialize out of sheer will. A thought occurred to him. “How old are you?”

“Oh, I’m 25.” You responded, turning to cast a glance up at him. “You?”

He found he didn’t want to lie to you. “Older than you.” Was the answer he settled on. 

You snorted, surprising him. He raised an eyebrow in question. 

“Come on man, that’s like, the most ‘Guy Older Than 27’ thing to say.” You rolled your eyes at him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone rolled their eyes at him. 

He grinned anyway, not looking at you. “Fair enough. I am older than 27.”

You gave him a sidelong glance. “Why so cryptic? Scared I’ll send you back to the nursing home you escaped from-”

You were cut off as he crowded you up against a wall, staring down his nose at you, arms on either side of your head. “You’re kind of mouthy, you know that?”

“Then shut me up.” Your words were rushed, like they escaped before you could think them over properly. He hesitated for only a second, then leaned in to kiss you. 

You bloomed like a flower in spring for him, lips parting in a gasp, chest heaving as color rushed to your cheeks. He felt drunk as his tongue traced your lip, hands coming down to grasp your hips. You parted after only a few moments, breath ragged. 

“I live about a block from here.” Your intentions were not lost on him. 

He took a step back, gesturing for you to lead the way. You finished your nighttime stroll soon after, quickly pulling out your keys to unlock your front door.

Noah pauses at the door. Some of the superstitions were all too true. You turn around to face him, framed by the light of your entryway. 

“Well, come in then. It’s cold.” You urge him, holding the door open. He lets out a breath he didn’t need.

He follows you inside to the warm interior. He’s taking in your interior decoration choices when you pounce, pulling him to your mouth. He happily obliges, deepening the kiss and wrapping an arm around your back. He felt your hands come up to his chest, pushing him away. 

“Did you want to stop-” He began, until you interrupted him. 

“No, but thanks. I’m just trying to get us to a flat surface that isn’t my hardwood floors.” You gave him a sly smile, taking him by the hand and tugging him through the house. 

His eyes could see in pitch black, but he was still thoroughly impressed by how you could navigate in the dim light. You must have lived here for a while.

You flung open a door with ease, still pulling him behind you. He could see the bed as you shoved him onto it, crawling on top of him. He was grinning as you leaned in to kiss him again-

Then you stopped. 

He suddenly realized, not reacting quickly enough as you scrambled off him and flipped on the lights.

“Your teeth-” You began, then froze as you took in the sight of him. He already knew what you were seeing. Blood vessels protruding around his eyes. His irises, sclera- blown pitch black. Cold skin even paler than usual. He could feel them now, behind his lips-

Fangs. 

“What the fuck is going on?” You were too calm, given the circumstances, given your words. 

Noah could only imagine the look on his face; Shame, embarrassment, regret. “I’ll go-”

“No no no, nuh-uh. You’re going to stay right there and explain what’s going on or I’ll scream bloody murder and Mr. Joe will come over with his 42 and we’ll have real problems.”

Noah stilled, though probably not for the reason you were wanting. “I’m sorry, did you just threaten to shoot me? I grew teeth, I’m a big scary monster, you can’t just shoot-”

“Yes I can! And I will! I’m crazy! I’m not scared of sexy scary monsters, I’m from backwoods Louisiana, pal! I’ve been hunting! I-”

“You think I’m sexy?” Noah could feel his eyes returning to normal as he grinned at you.

“Shut up.” Your voice cracked, betraying you.

Noah stood up, cocking his head to the side. His fangs were retracting now, disappearing from view. He gave you a long look. 

You looked pissed, which was new. He was more accustomed to fear, knew how to respond to it, soothe it. You had a glint in your eye that looked different from just anger, almost like-

Betrayal. The earth whispered to him. 

He took a deep breath. He could still smell arousal on you. “I’m sorry, this wasn’t… how I wanted this to go.”

“Then how did you want it to go?” You threw back at him. 

“I- I don’t know! I thought we could hook up and then I’d leave when you fell asleep and I’d find some rando on the way home and-” He stopped short, unsure of how to continue.

“And what?” You prodded, sounding fearful for the first time that evening. Good. You should be scared. He was a monster- an old one. For all you knew he ate virgins and burned down villages. 

He looked down, unable to meet your eyes. “And… drink their blood.”

You exhaled, long. “You kill people to eat?”

His neck snapped up at you. “No, no! Oh my god, no. Just a nibble and I’m on my way-” He stopped at the giggle you let out. “Excuse me?”

“It’s just,” You straightened your face. “You eat people and refer to it as a ‘nibble?’”

“I don’t eat people.” He deadpanned, giving you a look. 

“You just drink their blood.”

“Right.”

You both stared at each other for a long moment. 

“So why-” You began.

Noah motioned for you to continue. 

You blinked. “Why the fangs, then? If you weren’t going to… y’know.” You averted your gaze.

A movement Noah quickly mirrored. “Oh, um. It’s like- an arousal thing. Pretty girl kisses me, fangs pop out.”

You were looking at him again. “You think I’m pretty?”

He met your eyes. “Yeah. Prettiest thing I’ve seen so far, and I’ve been around for a while.”

You took a slow step towards him. “How often do you eat?”

“Um, once a week, if it’s good. Maybe twice if it’s not.” He responded automatically, trying not to think about how bizarre this conversation was.

Your head tilted slightly. Another step. “How long has it been? Since you’ve… fed?”

He was watching you carefully now. Then, very quietly, he said “Two weeks.”

Something like concern flooded your eyes, and you almost winced at him. “That’s a long time to be hungry.”

He could see your jugular on your neck, pulsating with life. He said nothing in response. 

You took another step. “Would it help if you… fed on me?”

He looked at you sharply, processing your words in seconds. “No.”

“Why not?” You countered, cocking a brow.

Why not? The earth whispered at him again, voice a caress in his ear. He could smell you- Alive, fresh and-

Fertile. The familiar voice supplied. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. I’m not going to tell her she smells fertile, he retorted. 

“You can’t think of a good reason.” You assumed, staring almost directly into his silence. 

“I could hurt you.” He supplied helplessly.

“And that’s worse than hurting someone else?” 

He tried again. “No- it’s not, but-” A deep breath, “I can’t stand the thought of hurting you.”

You placed a hand on his arm, too warm and too close. “Then I’ll just hurt you back.” You were so close to him, when did you get this close- “You look awfully hungry, Noah.” You murmured, looking up at him through your lashes.

It was impossible for him to misread your body language as his hands came up to grip your hips, tugging you closer to him. He could feel your nipples hardening where your bodies met. 

“You can tell me to stop, okay? Whenever you want, just say the word and we’ll stop.” He was panting now, salivating in anticipation as his canines slid back out. 

You nodded. “I’ll let you know if anything changes.” Then you kissed him again, sliding your tongue over his fangs in a move that made him outright moan into your mouth. He scooped you up in what was obviously a feat of superhuman strength, chucking you onto the bed. 

He made quick work of your clothes, pulling your shirt over your head in a swift movement that had him pausing to stare. “Blessed be to the old gods and the new.” He breathed, taking in your pert nipples, breasts swaying at his hasty movements. He leaned in, running his tongue from your sternum, up through your breasts, stopping only at your neck. “Do you taste as good as you look, love?”

Your cheeks reddened. “Let’s hope so.” 

He grinned, a wicked, awful thing, tugging on your pants until they slid off, leaving you in just your underwear. “Wanna see a trick?” 

You did not want to see a trick, you decided as your body betrayed you and nodded anyway. 

He came down to eye-level with your mound, slowly and carefully hooking a single fang on the fabric, sliding it directly through your panties until they were completely torn open. 

You gaped, unable to form words. 

“Sorry, those were cute. I’ll make it up to you.” Noah promised as he spread your legs open for him. 

You felt exposed, vulnerable. Your entire body went red as he watched you. He ran a finger up your slit, making your entire body shudder. “Oh? Baby likes that?”

You nodded, blinking rapidly. Noah swatted your inner thigh, not enough to hurt, but enough to get your attention. “Use your words.”

Your cheeks grew even pinker. “Y-yes, I liked it.”

He leaned down, caging you in. “Want me to fuck you?” 

“Please.” You whispered. His eyes went pitch black again. 

“Good girl, already knows to beg.” He backed off of you, tugging off his turtleneck sweater, revealing a fully tattooed torso. Your mouth went dry at the sight. “Again.” He demanded.

“Please.” You obeyed, still barely above a whisper. 

“Prettier.” He demanded again, unbuckling his pants.

“P-please, Noah, please-”

“Almost there.” His pants hit the floor, revealing a pair of equally as inked legs.

“Please, I’ll be so good, Noah, please, let me be good-”

“That’s a good girl, good job. C’mere.” He sat back down on the bed, the outline of his cock clearly visible in his briefs. You wanted to feel, to taste.

You obliged his command, crawling over to straddle his lap. 

“Here’s how this is gonna go, pretty thing.” He began, sliding a finger inside of you as he did so. You gasped, latching onto his shoulder for support. “I’m going to get you nice and loose, then you’re going to ride me, like this. Understand?”

“Yes sir.” You stammered as he added another finger. 

“Ooh, nice manners.” He praised, dropped a kiss to your jaw. You shivered at his touch. “When you feel like you’re close, you’re going to tell me, and then I’m going to bite right-” he rubbed a small line on the side of your neck- “Here. Does that sound okay?”

You nodded, then remembered to say “Yes, yes, sounds wonderful, sounds amazing, Noah fuck me please-”

He chuckled quietly, lifting you up ever so slightly to align himself where he had pulled down is briefs. “You ready?”

“Noah I swear to whatever gods, old and new- fuck.” Your rampage broke off into a moan as he slid himself into you. His thrusts were short at first, letting you adjust, until you finally sank all the way down. 

You were panting when you finally bottomed out. “Big- ‘S so big.” You whined, clenching and unclenching on him involuntarily.

Noah’s breaths were equally as ragged. His hands had come to rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on them. “Whenever you’re ready.” He placed another kiss on your forehead. 

You waited another few seconds, then pulled up experimentally. The drag of him inside you had a long moan escaping your throat. You dropped down, gasping, rising up again. You repeated this until you were riding him in earnest, moans and gasps escaping you both. 

You didn’t know how Noah was managing to hit that bundle of nerves inside of you every time you sank down, but he was. You draped your arms on his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him deeply, fangs tugging on your lip ever so slightly. “You look so good riding my cock baby, look so good with a big cock in you, like you were made for this-” Noah’s profane train of thought continued on until it was white noise in your ears. You registered that your thighs were shaking from the effort, but you couldn’t stop, not when you were so close-

“Close.” You panted. “Fuck, Noah, I’m so close, so close-”

He pulled your hair to the side quickly, teeth lining up with your throat.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-” 

The world went white as Noah sank his fangs into your throat and you came, release squirting all over the both of you as your body shook. 

You panted as he sucked at your throat, eyes fluttering shut. One of his hands was rubbing at your back, the other snaked around your waist. You stayed like that for a few minutes more, until you almost felt light-headed and he released you with a soft “pop.” 

You blinked at him sleepily as he laid you down against your pillow. He stood up, tugging up his boxers and turning to walk away. “Are you leaving?” You slurred, sounding sad even to yourself.

You could hear his little laugh. “No, I’m getting you a snack and some water. I know I’m dreamy, but I can’t have the ladies passing out on me.”

You rolled your eyes as he disappeared, faint clattering alerting you of when he found the kitchen. 

When he returned, you were more alert, taking the water and gulping it down. You took a second to look at him. 

He was beautiful before, but now- wow.

His hair was silky, skin still pale but not so lifeless. His eyes were richly dark, amusement seeming to dance in them. “Y’know,” You began, “You’re really pretty when you’re not starving to death.”

If he could have blushed, he might have. “Back at you.” Was his response, handing you crackers.

You nibbled on them while he went about dressing himself. “You’re not staying?” You did your best to not sound disappointed. 

Noah shot you a smile. “Sadly, no. I have to get back to my hiding hole before the sun comes up.”

You nodded, looking down. “Will I get to see you again?”

“I have a feeling you’ll be seeing entirely too much of me.” Noah responded, sounding amused. 

“What makes you say that?” You questioned, confusion written on your face. 

“Because you broke the cardinal sin of running around with a vampire.” Noah grinned, looking devious. “You invited me in.”

[valiantroeagleangel]

Varney.

Vampire! Noah Sebastian x female reader.

Varney! Noah, mention of blood, kind of dub-con but not really but a bit I think because of compulsion, oral, unprotected sex, mention of death.

I often have thoughts with Vampire! type of shit and I think I got a bit carried away gathering some of them here. Maybe I need to warn that this is inspired by the book "Varney the Vampire: The Feast of Blood." It's gothic horror I think, nothing too graphic is going on here though. But just- don't want you to be fooled, this is based on gothic gross vampires not that sparkling Edward bitch. I know nobody reads that part every time but you can't say you haven't been warned.

5.3k words if you ask.

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"Varney enjoys all the pleasures at once and when he manages to desecrate the bed of a pretty young woman while bleeding her white in a horrible sucking sound. He is a fearsome and scary creature that usually wakes up the members of the fair sex by scratching at the window of their room."

She knew he was here. She could feel him, hear him. She could hear the same four notes he was humming, letting the melody indicate his presence to those around. She looked through the window, trying to discern the shape outside, the condensation on the glass concealing his figure. But she knew he was here, god she knew and she couldn't look away. She didn't dare to move, she didn't want him to know she knew. He did though. Of course, he did. He just didn't say anything, he couldn't scare his prey. She was so innocent in her white nightgown, creeping at the window from her bed, fearing to be harmed in the middle of the night.

So he continued to sing his chords, the notes living rent-free in her mind for years now.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

It was like an obsessive thought, it intruded her mind, and it ate her brain. All she could do was hum along every time she heard them.

She knew he was here, she always did. And even if she abhorred it to hell, all she could do was to be haunted by these notes. They were so mesmerizing, like she was compelled to appreciate them, finding comfort in them even though they seemed terrifying.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She murmured them like a mantra, like it would save her from damnation. As if they were going to keep him away from her when he was the one living by their harmony.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

It wasn't that hard. Actually, if she tried, she was sure she could play them on the piano.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She was just a child then, not so long ago, when she first heard these four notes. That day he left a letter. "I'll come for you, my yuri." Yuri was not her name and by then she had no fucking clue of what he meant. She still doesn't. With time, the years went by and he started to reach for her again. It was first once a month, then once every two weeks, to finally once a week. The more she grew the more he seemed to visit. He was frightening her. He looked so tall, so massive and impressive. She only saw his face once, disguised in the darkness of her room. It was the only time he approached her that close and despite the terror she felt that night all she could remember was his long nose and the way his hair framed his face.

But while he continued his visits, he never tried anything to harm her to her surprise. She knew what he was, she often heard the elder talk about these creatures that come for you at night. But she liked to think he was some kind of protector. Oh, only if she knew. His intentions were everything but caring and kind. He wanted her. From the moment he saw her as a child, he wanted her, he wanted her blood. She smelled like no other.

His first thought was to get rid of her as a child, get a good meal from her and leave her for dead in the snow in front of her house. But even for him, killing that innocent child was too much. So he waited, promising himself a good feast for the years to come. He just had to watch for her, to be sure that no one would try to harm his prey. They called him Varney, Varney the vampire, attacking only those who were pure enough to be maidens. But as the years passed he never acted. He could have assailed her a thousand times now. She was not a child anymore and she lived so carefree- that girl was completely unconscious. He needed to act and to act soon before she would do something that would ruin her forever.

But he did nothing, he watched her for years, he observed how she evolved, how she went from that sweet smiling child to the woman she was today. And god, he was happy he waited because nothing ever smelled as divine as her. She smelled like strong lilies, yuri.

Yuri was the Japanese appellation for lilies. He didn't know her name, even after all these years he didn't look into it. He didn't need to know his prey, all he needed to was watch over her. Watch how happily she danced during the spring balls, how sad she cried during the dead season at the end of the autumn, how charming she was for the Christmas time, and how fragile she looked alone in her bed at night. That poor nightgown wasn't doing her any favour, he swore that if he squinted just a bit more he could see everything. That clothing was so see-through that she might be freezing to death during those stormy nights.

One day he dropped her a cloth, some kind of duvet for her body to heat. It was the only time he actually entered her room, hoping for her to be dead asleep. Unfortunately, she was not, and she saw his face. He knew she did, he only hoped for her to not remember, to think that it was some kind of dream. Only that she wasn't dumb, she knew he was lurking for her all these years and she knew he was here that night, next to her bed. At first, she thought she was good to die, the time had come. A stranger in her room watched her sleep like a psychopath, but he only dropped that duvet, and she knew it was him. He hummed for her and her body relaxed immediately. He had tamed her, had domesticated her. She wasn't even worried about him intruding on her space like that.

He knew he did a great job then, even if she saw what she was supposed to never see, his face.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Winter balls have never been her thing. She much preferred the ones that were held in the spring or the summer. The celebrations were different, more festive. During the winter the balls were cold, held in big mansions from the ones who were welcoming all the people. Often they were masquerade parties, and she hated that too. She didn't like wearing that mask all night, it was itching and making her face sweat like a pig. Gosh, she hated them, and that corset dress too. It was so tight she could barely breathe. Spring balls were allowing more liberties, no masks, no dresses, nothing but dancing.

Nonetheless, she still walked through that hall, finally entering that marble castle and she couldn't help but appreciate the heat that welcomed her. Greeted by some kind of butler she walked through the corridors, reaching the room of the festivities.

She stared at the impressive chandelier, overwhelmed by all the luxury that surrounded her. She didn't have any idea whose house it was this time. Winter balls were held by the nobles of the land, one by one, it's all she needed to know, at least that's what she lived by.

And just like that the night went, she danced around with some people, chatted with others, it was all pleasant until she couldn't take it anymore. Politely she escaped the small group she was with, reaching for a balcony of some kind as she hoped for some air. That corset was for sure killing her. She laughed to herself, the idea of being killed by her awful garments making her smile a little.

"Oh no the poor lady suffocated in that way too tight dress, who's idea it was? We should strip her naked to see!" She mimicked some kind of rude man by herself, laughing even more at her antics. Maybe she was drunk, maybe it was the heat obstructing her brain, but she found that pleasant enough.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Until he called for her. She first thought her brain was playing her tricks, but he called again.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She looked up, then down, looking for that well-known figure, only to notice him hidden among the roses of the garden below. She moved as fast as she could, hoping to actually be able to catch him tonight. She had so many things to ask, but she wasn't afraid, curiosity was gnawing at her.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

He sang the chord again and she let his voice guide her through the labyrinth of flowers and small trees she was losing herself in.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

"Come for me, my yuri."

He talked to her and for the first time, she felt like she heard his voice, like he was real, like all of this was concrete.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She couldn't see him yet, but the more she walked the more the melody became persistent.

"Yuri."

He guided her with his voice, keeping it sultry, as soft as his sweet words. Once again transported by his melodies, all she could do was search for him, she was completely frenetic, obsessed. She needed him, she needed more. She wondered why every time she heard him sing she couldn't feel fear anymore. As if he was some kind of saviour, an angel from heaven.

And then she saw him, standing in front of the fountain, hidden by thousands of thorns and roses. She recognized that tall frame and that nose. It's all she could remember him by, the long nose, so straight, so pretty, making him look so elegant.

She was in awe, her eyes staring straight into his, her lips agape. She didn't even dare to swallow, worried he might disappear at any second as if he was supernatural. He wasn't real, he wasn't human, she swore he was not. But he was clearly not an angel either. His aura was so dark and she remembered why she feared him at first.

His eyes pierced through her skin and she suddenly felt naked, as if she was not the one only wearing nightgowns in front of him every night for the past ten years. It was so different from what he used her to, he actually looked terrifying, as she remembered him from when she was a kid. He felt the change in her mood, felt how frightened she became in an instant. And without her even realizing he was by her side, in a flash, he towered over her against that thorny bush.

"It's okay my yuri, don't be afraid." He tried to soothe her, to coax her, but it didn't work that time. As if his voice had lost all of his fascinating power.

She tried to step back, only to puncture the naked skin of her arms with another thorn, a single drop of blood forming at her wound. It cascaded through her arm until it reached her hand. She felt it rolling down but her eyes were drowning in his. She couldn't look away, it didn't matter how frightened she actually was, her gaze couldn't leave his.

He licked his lower lips, the glow in his eyes darkening, and she didn't miss any of that. He swallowed hard, his eyes alternating between hers and her lips. He licked his once again, until he couldn't bear it one more minute. Carefully, he approached his face to hers, brushing his lips on hers.

"You’re bleeding Yuri." he whispered and she swallowed hard, her voice stuck in her throat. "Be careful, we wouldn't want to hurt that delicate flower."

Was he talking about her or about the roses behind her? She had no idea but she still blushed and he stepped back, leaving her some personal space again while she realized she actually had stopped breathing for several seconds now. He held his hand to her as he went sitting on the edge of the fountain.

She followed obediently, actually taking his hand in her as he pulled her toward him, startled by how hot she was compared to him. He made her stand between his spread legs, turning her so he could face her back. His eyes fell on the blood spreading on her arm, strings of red tarnishing the purity of her skin. Hypnotized by it he let his fingers travel from her hand to her forearms and the upper arms, brushing gently her skin in his path, ever so slowly, as delicate as he saw her. The scent of it was becoming intoxicating and he wished he could smell more, touch more, feel the thickness of the blood between his fingers, he wanted to taste her so badly. She smelled like lilies but would she taste like lilies too?

"Yuri." It escaped him, a murmur that he couldn't refrain from, it's all he was thinking about. Lily, Yuri. He didn't move, he didn't even try to act like nothing happened, he just fixated on the blood imprinting her skin. He hadn't smelled it in years but it smelled as divine as the first time he saw her. It was even more sacred than that day.

"What does Yuri mean?" She asked, clueless, as she stared at the bush where she actually hurt herself. Her voice startled him, he wasn't used to hearing her. He found that sweet, so sweet. She was all her blood was, he was sure of that and he wondered, for a second, if he wasn't just infatuated with her.

"Lily." He answered calmly, but if his heart was still actually beating he swore he would be breaking.

"Lily as the flower?" He only hummed at her as a form of answer. His thumb brushed the wound and she didn't react. He wished she would have hissed or whined, but she didn't, she only stayed still, staring at the bush. "Why?"

The more his thumb caressed her the more she relaxed into his touch, as if she wasn't terrified minutes before.

"Because-" He stopped, thinking of what he was about to say actually. "Just because. You don't need to know."

When he finally took his finger away, he brought it to his lips, allowing himself to taste, just for a bit, just a tidbit as his tongue licked it more than he should have.

The taste lingered in his mouth and thinking suddenly became hard, way too hard for the simple man he used to be. Worried by the absence of sounds he was making she turned back, facing him.

He looked at her from under, curled up on himself as he revelled himself in the flavour of her blood. Eyes dark and bloodshot, canines peeking through, long nails finishing his hands. When she realized what he was actually doing her eyes widened. His lips were stained with the liquid. For an unknown reason, she found him absolutely gorgeous. He looked so needy, it actually surprised her. How could the strong figure ensuring her at night look so weak under her like that?

Caught red-handed, he tried to compose himself to not lose the imposing presence he tried so hard to give himself these past few years. But the blood still on his lips, he couldn't behave decently. He felt so stupid, like a horny teenager, all he wanted was her.

Completely incautiously, she approached her fingers, wiping his lips and her blood away. When her fingers left his mouth he chased her, chased the heat of that alive body and the taste that was coming along, the taste he was losing. She could have touched his canine in that moment, she could have injured herself badly by unleashing that part of him. She hadn't noticed them but they were menacing to pierce through her weak skin and suck the life out of her. It's all he had been dreaming of all these years, he was so close to his goal, if only he dared to catch her.

But in the silence of the night a couple came to disturb their peace, distracting her attention away from him for a couple of seconds, acknowledging the two persons stepping into the garden. And when she eventually looked back at him he had disappeared, like he vanished into the night.

She cursed, startled by how quickly he was to leave. She knew he was able to do that, she was just not expecting him to do it tonight. She was so close, terrified but yet drowned to him, and now he faded without even telling her his name. She sighed, desperate as she sat on the edge of the fountain, trying to process what just had happened.

On his side, he cussed everybody who dared to put themself between himself and her. He was so close finally, if only he got a few more minutes he could have ravished her right here right now. How stupid he was to have hesitated even one second, he was getting weak and it was something that he couldn’t allow.

Following that event, the nights passed and looked all the same, dull, cold, and annoying. He didn't come for a total of nine nights, she counted them all. Nine nights were she was, in fact for the first time since her childhood, free from his gaze. She could have left, she could have brought someone home, she could have done all the things she doesn't dare to do when she knows he's lurking at her, but she did nothing.

On that ninth night though, she knew he was here. Despite the absence of melody, she could feel him, she could tell how disguised he was in the shadow, like he was actually for once ashamed of what he was doing. Because all he was, in fact, was a creep, lurking at a woman's window every night. And when it finally hit her all she could do was clench her legs. He was here for her, he was watching her every night, in that white nightgown, that little dress, revealing her naked body underneath, and he was here, and he was watching her.

Her legs clenched once again and she rolled into her bed, trying to chase her thoughts away but she was still feeling his presence. It was burning her, every ounce of the sheets her body was touching tingled. She rolled over and over, the image of that needy man, sucking on her blood, his fingers in his mouth like he was starving. She clenched her legs. Again. She was so petite under him, against the bush, her body hitting the thorns. Again. Was it the blood? Would he come for her if she was bleeding again? Again.

She wanted him to come for her, she wanted to ask him his name and feel his cold fingers on his arms once again.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She called for him, naturally, like he called for her but he didn't answer, he stayed in his darkness, unsure of what to do. Did she want him to devour her all? Did she know what he had planned to do?

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She called again, tempting him, playing with the little nerves he had.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Like a plea, she called him, she called for his furtive touch, his calloused fingers, she called for him to get out of the darkness. And when he finally dared to step out of the corner, she realized that he wasn't outside like she thought he was. He was in her room. Like he did the first time he saw her wearing that ridiculous nightgown. Her eyes widened at her -expected- unexpected visitor.

He approached her bed as she straightened herself, switching positions to sit on her feet, revealing herself. His hands approached her face, his fingers caressing the top of her cheek and she shivered, the contact surprising her, his coldness contrasting with her hot body.

"Shh, it's too late to be afraid, Yuri." As always, his voice relaxed her and she leaned into his touch, her face chasing his hand until he cupped his whole cheek, his fingers reaching from behind her ears. His thumb stroked her face and she sighed, closing her eyes, like it was her missing piece. She didn't understand why but she felt herself ignite. She was burning and the more he gently caressed her face the more she was catching on fire.

In a movement, as furtive as always, he sat on the bed, the mattress not making a single sound as it was used to. When she finally opened her eyes back, she met his gaze and it all suddenly became hard to breathe. She wanted to call him, to whisper his name but she had no idea of who he was, so she only murmured a quiet "please." that looked more like a whine than anything else, it was a supplication. She didn't know what she was pleading for but she did, she needed to get freed from this, whatever it was, and she knew he was the one who was going to help her. It felt like evidence, he was the one who was going to free her from that painful agony.

"Please what? Tell me, my sweet lily." He asked, his free hand cupping her other cheek and she closed her eyes again, expecting a kiss that never came. Why would he have kissed her? She didn't know, but she knew he was about to, she saw it, she felt it, she-

"Kiss me." She asked for it, the words escaping her without her consent, like he compelled her to do so. "Please kiss me-"

She wanted to call his name again but was dismissed that right, her lack of knowledge of his person showing. It scared her once again, how ready she was to give herself to that man she barely knew, how she let him watch her all these years, it wasn't herself, she was scared of him but why did it feel so good at that very moment?

But thoughts became long forgotten when she felt his lips on her, chastely moving in rhythm, like another chord. It's all she needed to lose it, she didn't think anymore, a violent moan leaving her when he pressed himself even more on her. Their two bodies flopped on the bed, her back hitting the mattress as he quickly settled himself on top of her without ever breaking the kiss. He could have done whatever he wanted with her, she was putty in his hand at that very moment, she belonged to him the second he put his hands on her nine nights ago.

He kissed her as if his life depended on it, as if he wasn't already half-dead, he was drowning in her scent. The more he kissed her the more she whined into his arms, her scent becoming stronger and stronger. He was drunk on her, he could feel her blood rushing through her whole body, he could hear how fast her heart was beating, how hot and aroused she was just from his kisses. When he finally broke apart for real, letting her gasp for air, he analyzed her, the needy look she was giving him, as if she needed this as much as he did, as she didn't need to live, what was her life in comparison to man's touch?

She wanted to ask for his name again, and finally, as if he read her mind, he breathed out, his mouth drawn to her neck.

"Noah." His mouth attached itself, almost automatically to her skin and he dared, just so little, press his teeth against her carotid, enough to just feel the blood pump under his touch.

She tilted her head back at the contact, sighing. "Noah." She repeated and he nodded, smiling in the crook of her neck as he travelled on her body. She was smelling so good, he was going crazy, the more he approached her heart the more excited he was. His lips landed on her clavicle, her cleavage and when he finally dared reach that devil gown, who taunted him so many times, he ripped it, freeing her chest from the fabric. He almost moaned at the sight of her bare body, like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life, and it was. She was almost glowing in his eyes, like she was coming straight from heaven and he wondered how it was possible for a creature of the devil like him to be able to reach for the gods through her.

"Noah." She called again, cautiously, like these words would hurt her if she said them too fast or too loud.

He hummed against her, his head already diving into her chest, his lips attached to her left breast he sucked on it, feeling her heart pump under him, feeling the blood coming to his mouth as he sucked a bit more vividly. Until he sucked enough for his teeth to pierce through her skin, her blood escaping her without her being able to contest or fight. All she could feel was the euphoria that his touch was giving her.

The taste of her was like a relief, it was the best thing he ever put in his mouth, after centuries of existence. It was the sweetest of the nectars. When he was still human he recalled once drinking a wine called "The Wine of the Gods." The best one ever created. But he swore it was nothing compared to her. Nothing could compete with that delicate sweetness, she tasted like she smelled and he couldn't stop. He wondered if her pussy tasted the same, his intrusive thoughts battling against him and his will to feed. He couldn't get his teeth out of her breast but god- her pussy, scented as divine as her blood and he wanted to taste her so bad.

He opened his eyes back but it was too late, she was already too far away from her pleasure, drowning in all the sensations she was feeling. When he finally collected enough will he left her chest, not without regrets, to pamper her with kisses, travelling through her stomach to reach her bare pussy. She didn't bother herself with underwear at night and he couldn't be more glad for that.

He kissed her pelvis, his mouth not leaving her skin for more than a few seconds. And when he finally dared to settle between her legs, when she automatically spread them for him, all he wanted to do was thrust violently into her and bite her neck until she would cry from the pain. But he did nothing of that, he gently bit her inner thigh, delecting himself with the so little blood he took.

Finally deciding to put his hands to good use, he grabbed her by the hips, his fingers sinking in their fat as he pushed her to his face. She squirmed under him, her hands reaching for his hair by instinct. All she wanted was to push him more and more on her, begging him to speed up his pace. She was dying for his touch, completely compelled and mesmerized by her predator, just like he wanted her.

But the predator liked to play too much. He only teased her, keeping his slow motions, nice and gentle, groaning when she would moan a little bit louder or push him a little bit too hard.

He was quick to get how her body worked and how she reacted in a certain way. Soon he had his two hands grabbing her legs to put them on his shoulders, his tongue pressed against her cunt with such fervour. His nose rubbed her clit, making her moan. Her hands immediately left his hair to cover her mouth, refraining from her sounds but he was quick to move, leaving his spot between her legs to reach her face, grabbing her hands to move them away from her mouth.

"Let me hear you Yuri, let me hear the holy sounds you make." Quickly, he regained his place back, his tongue pushing itself on her folds as she moaned again.

He was cold, all of his being was freezing but it was enough to make her burn under his touch. She desired him in a way that she never desired anybody, and yet she felt so away that she wasn't sure it was her who was feeling all these emotions. Her heart was ready to explode as she pushed his head deeper against her core. She moaned and he answered back, groaning vividly between her legs.

The closer she grew to her orgasm the sweeter she tasted, it was intoxicating, it was all too much. Until she came, rocking her hips on his face, quivering between his hands and crying his name for her own sake, to remember something tangible, like all of this was real. Because she felt completely out of her body, her conscience tore apart from herself.

Nonetheless, he kept eating her, he couldn't get enough of her scent, of her taste. If he wasn't a starved man before he definitely was one now. He only pulled apart when he heard her cry his name out, completely overstimulated. And when he finally dared to look at her he understood how fucked he was. Because there was no way he was turning back now, there was no way he was letting her run free into the wild again. He just needed her body over his, he needed to be inside of her for real, to feel her alive around him. At that very moment, he didn't care about anything else, he needed to feel how warm she was, how alive she was compared to him. And when he finally achieved that feeling, when he finally thrusted into her without a care in the world he almost immediately came from the sensation. Nothing ever made him feel alive like that, even not when he was actually alive.

She cried for him but at this point, every sound she made was long forgotten, he was already gone. He heard her heart beating, like a psychotic melody. It was maddening, the more he thrusted the more he heard it.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She kept crying of pleasure, reaching for his embrace and when he finally held her between his arms she was ready to give up on her life. It was feeling all too good to be true, it wasn't her, she knew it, he was only chasing his own pleasure yet she was reaching her climax so quickly. Something wasn't right but it was too late to notice. Her arms around his back she held him closer, tightening her grasp on him to comfort herself.

She was doomed. She knew it, it was the end. She cried out, from the pain this time as she acknowledged her situation. He held her closer, feasting on her supplications, one of his hands reaching for her face, his thumb brushing away some tears."Shhh, it's okay Yuri. It's too late now." and before she could come he bit violently into her neck, the pain awakening immediately. It was violent, brutal, nothing like before. She felt her life escape her without being able to do anything while he continued to fete on her, unable to stop drinking from her, years of starvation just for that instant. But for him, it was all worth it, nothing had ever been as worth it as it was. It was delicious, excruciating all of his senses. He never felt so great in so many years. He loved those who were pure enough to be maidens, they really were a gift from the gods, descended straight from heaven and he was bringing her back to where she belonged. Away from the monstrosities of the earth. Away from himself who belonged to hell. Varney.

The chords used are from Masquerade by Versailles.

[bluestdai]

listen to me for a second, or just ignore me! but vamipre boyfriend!noah invites vampire!oli to your bedroom one night and after a while you end up on the bed watching them as they levitate above the bed with their tongues tangled together. i need to think about this, goodbye

[poppy-in-the-woods]

A little out of prompt or not, I love it! Thank you so much.

I usually don't so this, but since you posted it not so long ago, are the requests still open? And if so, can I ask for meeting Noah after a show, talking about fantasies and maybe some vampire role-playing? But also lots of fluff after because he's a good top. My name's Maggie and my most prominent features are that I am short, I wear glasses and I have dark curly hair.

Alrighty, let's just get right into this one, because there is truly no time to waste.

After Writing Notes: Baby, I am so sorry. I have no clue how we got here...but here we are? Once again, we went a lil off prompt, so I apologize if it wasn't exactly what you were looking for? I hope you enjoy regardless! Just a heads up, this is -BY FAR- the darkest one I've written so far.

Rating: Explicit AF

Warnings: smut, kink, blood play, roleplay, blood...blood...blood, horror themes, light BDSM (choking and biting)

Die For You

February 14th, 2024.

Valentine’s Day is the bane of my existence. I was so tired of the patrons, the demanding orders, and - mostly - the couples. It was vomit-inducing. Did my recent breakup contribute to the way I was feeling?

Sure. Probably.

Did it change the fact that I was in the foulest mood imaginable?

Not in the slightest.

I leaned my head against the brick wall of the building, my break slowly waning, signaling I was due to go back in and finish the last two hours of this God forsaken shift. Being a waitress had no perks. None.

Instead, it came with cons that I had to endure in order to pay my bills.

“Hanging in there, Maggie?”

I sighed and turned to the door, hearing Alexa’s breathless voice. She was certainly struggling in there without me.

“Yeah, just getting some air. I’ll be in there in less than five.”

She nodded and stepped out into the cool evening air. She pulled a cigarette from her pack, lighting it between her lips.

“Have you seen the announcement on Insta?”

I rolled my head to the side to glance at her. “What announcement?”

She smirked, pulling her phone from her back pocket and opening the app, handing it to me.

The poster was on the Black Veil Brides page. It was blood red, with bright white font.

BLOOD BATH

October 31st, 2024

Kia Forum

BRING ME THE HORIZON

FALLING IN REVERSE

BLACK VEIL BRIDES

BAD OMENS

ICE NINE KILLS

THE FIVE BIGGEST BANDS OF METAL

ONE NIGHT ONLY

TICKETS SELLING FAST

My brain almost didn’t register what I was seeing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” My eyes were blown out as I looked up at Alex.

“Nope. Tickets are $850 a piece, I checked.”

I groaned, tossing my head back. “I could never afford that, let alone before it sells out.”

Alexa scoffed, sucking in the smoke of her cigarette. “You’re hilarious. I just wanted to make sure you’d want to go.” She snatched her phone back from me.

“What?” I quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I have two tickets.”

My heart fell into my stomach. “E-fucking-xcuse me?”

She cackled. “Who else would I take? I’ve got a savings for a reason, right?”

My jaw was hanging open. “Alex, that’s insane. That’s $1,700!”

“$1,896, actually. Including taxes and fees.”

“That’s insane!” I repeated.

“When are we ever going to get to see all of those bands at once? It’s obviously some kind of crazy event. Can you imagine the crossovers we’re going to see? The theatrics!” I couldn’t speak, I was too stunned. “Plus,” She dropped her spent smoke and stomped on it. “I figured you needed some cheering up today. I know Bad Omens is your favorite.”

I could not physically restrain myself any longer, throwing myself at her and wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

“You’re the best fucking human being alive, you know that?!” I peppered kisses on her cheeks, making her squirm.

“Yes, yes, I’m aware.” She wiped my smeared lip gloss off her face.

She stalked back to the door, pulling the handle. “Now let’s finish this bullshit, so we can go celebrate. You’re buying.”

October 31st, 2024

The line to get in was impossibly long, so Alex and I were sat on the ground, chatting about the songs we were excited to hear, and who we were most excited to see.

“Spencer is the actual love of my life, and I cannot wait to see his fucking face.” She gushed.

I smiled. “Oh, don’t I know. But Andy? Ugh, how fucking mouthwatering.”

The doors would open shortly, so we stood, and promptly filed our way in. The venue was huge. We both agreed we would not be drinking, figuring we had a long time to stand and would end up exhausted.

We opted to grab two water bottles from the bar and head to the GA floor. We were early, luckily, and managed to grab a spot up at the rails.

Waiting nearly an hour, the lights finally came down, and the crowd erupted. Alexa was absolutely feral, listening to the opening of Rainy Day playing. When Spencer bounded onstage, full suit attire, and blade in his hand, she nearly jumped the rails.

As he passed us near the stage, I noticed something. I tapped Alex’s arm and she leaned her head down to hear me.

“He’s wearing fangs!” I shouted. She glanced up and looked, seeing the same.

Her eyes rolled as she licked her bottom lip. “Fucking bite me, Daddy.” She groaned, and I bursted with laughter.

She was so unhinged.

Ice Nine Kills finished their set with Welcome to Horrorwood, sending blood red confetti into the air, before gracefully stepping off the stage. During the set I had noticed a few things that almost seemed…off?

First of all, it wasn’t just Spencer with fangs. It was the entire band. Being as close as we were, I could see the shiny white fangs exposed every so often when they’d open their mouths to sing. These weren’t cheap, Amazon pop-ins either. They were convincing. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have sworn that they were their actual teeth, filed down to sharp points. It was interesting.

As well, everyone in the band seemed to have a looming presence tonight. It was so difficult to explain, but it just as if they weren’t just looking at the crowd, but like they were searching it. Looking for something specific, with pointed stares and glaring smiles. It ran a chill up my spine when Spencer made direct eye contact with Alexa for a full minute while singing Hip To Be Scared. It was as if he was looking at a meal.

She ate it up, as expected.

The next set, however, was Bad Omens, and I could not have been more excited.

I had seen them twice before, and their Setlist didn’t stray much, so I was actually shocked when the usual Loading Screen didn’t show, and the opening to Artificial Suicide didn’t begin.

Instead, the opening song was Blood. That was so odd. I didn’t think they even performed this song. The crowd loved it, however.

They still started in all ski masks, and removed them for the next track - Like A Villain.

During the chorus, I was singing and swaying, giving my full attention, but stopped as soon as Noah moved close enough that I could see it.

He was also wearing fangs. My eyes darted to Jolly, who was easiest to see from where I stood. He licked his lips and, as I suspected, there they were - sharp and white.

Alexa seemed to also notice this, tapping me to lean in. “It’s called Blood Bath, so it must be a vampire themed show for Halloween.”

I nodded, because that seemed legitimate.

But still…

I expected that out of Ice Nine or Black Veil Brides. Hell, Oli Sykes actually had fangs.

But Bad Omens?

They weren’t as theatrical. I was surprised they had agreed.

However, I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt eyes on me, and my attention was pulled back to the stage. A pair of deep, nearly black eyes were staring at me.

The song had changed, and we were on Nowhere To Go. And he was staring at me.

No, not at me. INTO me. Something in my soul felt exposed, as if I had shown up to this show nude.

I couldn’t break eye contact. I was caught between being starstruck, and immensely terrified. His lips were turned up in the slightest of smiles.

“Are you ready?”

I swallowed hard.

“I’m in the driver’s seat now.”

He finally broke his gaze, headbanging between screams.

Once I was released, I inhaled a sharp breath, turning my back to the stage. Alexa noticed as I crouched down, breathing hard.

“Babe?!” She bent down next to me. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “It’s too hot in this crowd, I’ve got to go.”

She got down to my eye level. “Maggie, you want to leave during Bad Omens?!”

I nodded feverishly, my dark curls sticking to my neck. Despite being sweaty, I had a cold chill climbing up my spine.

“I’m going to have a panic attack. I need a break.”

Maggie nodded, looking solemn. “Okay, let’s go.”

I stopped her, grabbing her arm. “No, you stay here. Save our spot. I’m going to go get some air, and I’ll be back.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re sure?”

I stood up, adjusting my shirt that had bunched up at my waist, and pulled my glasses on top of my head.

“Yeah, I’ll be back after their set.”

She sighed, but hugged me and told me to be careful.

I pressed my way through the crowd, not chancing another glance at the stage, despite feeling the eyes on my back.

-

The evening air was cool, in the fifty-degree range. I worried my sweatshirt with my fingers, feeling the air pull in and out of my lungs.

I had slipped out of the side entrance to the smoking area. I ducked under the ropes and to the back of the building to be alone. The tour buses were back in this area, but I paid it no attention, working hard at calming my nerves.

I had been out here for at least forty-five minutes. I could hear the music inside, and knew Bad Omens’ set had been over now for about five minutes. Figuring it was now a good time to make my way back to Alex, I pushed back into the building, seeing the crowd had not moved much.

I had tried to enter at several different points, but the bodies were condensed so tight, and unwilling to give up their spots. After fifteen minutes of trying, I growled and pulled my phone out, tapping Alexa’s name.

When she answered the phone, she shouted. “Hey! Where are you?”

“I can’t get back up there! No one is letting me through!”

She groaned. “Fuck! Okay, I’ll come out.”

“No! Don’t do that! Black Veil Brides is next! You cannot miss that!”

She went quiet for a second. “Maggie, I don’t want you to be alone.”

I stepped back outside so I could hear better. “I’ll be fine. I’ll watch the crowd to see if I can make it back in later.”

“You’re sure? Cause I will leave right fucking now. You know you’re more important.”

“Babe, you spent almost all of your savings on this. I’m not ruining it for you. I can see from back here.”

“Promise?”

I smiled. “I promise.”

Electing to stay outside a while, I sat on the curb behind the building, going through the photos and video I captured of Ice Nine Kills’ set. I managed to catch Spencer staring at Alex on camera, which I promptly sent her.

She responded quickly.

Alexa: OMFG HE’S IN LOVE WITH ME

I giggled, shaking my head at her response. Going back to my photo album, I sat watching the videos when I heard Black Veil Brides start.

Bleeders was the first song. Fitting.

Alexa: Dude…Andy’s wearing fangs too. It’s definitely a theme.

Me: Love it.

The music was so loud that I hadn’t heard the footsteps behind me.

“Excuse me?” Startled, I jumped up, turning around.

An impossibly tall, hooded man stood, hands in front of him, eyebrows raised.

It took me about three seconds to register who it was, and my mouth fell open.

“Are you okay?”

Noah fucking Sebastian.

I was caught between stunned, ecstatic, and horrified. He had such a soft look on his face. He looked immensely different than he did on stage. He wore black joggers with his own logo on them, a plain black hoodie, and a black baseball cap.

“Wh-“ My voice shorted, so I cleared my throat. “What?”

He smirked slightly. “Are you okay? I remember you from the crowd, and I saw you leave. I almost stopped the set when I saw you crouch down.”

I was floored. He noticed that? I knew he saw me, but Jesus Christ, I didn’t think he saw me?!

“Yeah, I, uh…” I stammered. “I just got really hot. The pyrotechnics and all.”

He nodded, chancing a step toward me. “You sure? You look pretty pale.”

Fantastic. Not only did I leave early during his performance - which he fucking saw - but I also looked fucking peaked at the same time.

I forced a calm smile. “Yeah, I’m good, promise.”

He seemed satisfied with that, putting his hands in his pockets. “Did I freak you out? When I stared at you?”

That was on purpose?!

I didn’t get a chance to answer. “I just perform better sometimes when I have something to focus on.”

I was bewildered, my eyebrows knitting together. “And that something was me?”

He smiled, a warm expression. “I guess so.”

“Why?” I couldn’t stop it from falling out of my mouth. Did it matter?

He shrugged his shoulders. “I liked your face.”

That’s a really strange answer.

“Okay?” I shifted one foot to another, not sure what to say or how to act.

“Why aren’t you watching the show?”

I sighed, moving back to the curb, deciding to sit back down. He made quick work of doing the same, sitting about a foot to my right.

“My best friend is up there. I couldn’t get back in to where she is. I tried.”

He nodded. “Ah.” His hands still in his pockets and knees bouncing rhythmically, he glanced around.

“Well, I’m going to watch from the balcony. Want to join?”

My heart rate sped up, screeching in my chest. His lip twitched at the same time, which was ironic.

“I,” My brain was misfiring, but I knew better. “I can’t.”

His eyes almost fell, his expression turning nearly…sad? “Oh?”

“I can’t leave Alex. I promised I’d make it back to her at some point.”

“You can bring her if you want.”

My mind was short circuiting. This couldn’t be fucking happening.

“I, uh, don’t know.” Something was too weird. This didn’t just happen. “I really shouldn’t.”

He nodded, pursing his lips. “No worries.” He stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “If you change your mind, I’m going up before Oli’s set. I’ll be around.”

With that, he turned around, and took a few steps. He spun back around and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“Maggie.”

He smiled. “See you later, Maggie.”

-

Me: I NEED TO FUCKING SPEAK TO YOU IMMEDIATELY.

Alexa: What level urgency? They’re playing In The End.

Me: B L A C K.

Alexa: OH FUCK IM ON MY WAY.

Alexa and I were regular show goers, so we had code we used.

Urgent situations were assigned a color.

Green: Good to go. Nothing to worry about.

Yellow: Shit’s getting weird. We need to keep eyes open.

Red: Urgent. Get to me ASAP. Serious situation.

Black: Get here now. Highest level priority.

Alexa came barreling out of the door and ran toward me, out of breath. “Are you okay? I got a knife in my boot that they didn’t take. I can stab someone!”

I grabbed her shoulders. “I’m fine!”

She stopped abruptly, narrowing her eyes. “What? Then why the urgency? I missed the end of the set!”

“I met Noah Sebastian.”

Her face deadpanned. “I beg your finest pardon?!”

I just nodded. “Out here. He remembered me from the crowd.”

“Are you fucking with me? Cause Maggie, I love you, but I’ll punch you right here, right now if you’re lying.”

“There’s no need for violence. She isn’t lying.”

Both of us snapped our necks to our left, the hooded figure stepping out from behind one of the buses. Noah came into view, hands still in his pockets.

“Nice to meet you, Alex.”

She visibly reeled, a shrill screech leaving her mouth.

“Holy fuck! It’s actually him!”

I giggled, glancing back at Noah, whose eyes were on me again. I straightened my spine, feeling that same fear sinking in from before.

“I was telling Maggie earlier that I planned to watch the rest of the show from the balcony with the guys. Wanted to invite you to join.”

Her mouth hung open, hand reaching for my arm and pulling me close. “We’d love to.” She answered for us.

I shot her a look. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to do this. I still had the unnerved feeling that something wasn’t right.

She ignored my stare, smiling brightly at Noah.

He returned her grin with his own, which was oddly menacing. I noticed at that moment that he still had the fangs in.

“Awesome. Follow me.”

We did as we were told, following him into the back of the building, passing people who obviously were working on the show. We were far enough behind Noah that I pulled Alex in close, whispering to her.

“I feel weird about this, babe.”

She stared at me incredulously. “Why? Isn’t this your biggest fantasy?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course it is, but it feels strange. Why us?”

She shrugged. “We manifested it? I don’t know. Shit like this happens all the time.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think it does.”

The balcony he lead us to was private. It was between sets, so the other members of the band were sat, relaxing, beers in hand. It was set up as a lounge, three couches lined up.

Noah graciously introduced us to the other band members, and we shook their hands feverishly, awestruck. It wasn’t lost on me that all of them still had the fangs in.

Alex had struck a conversation with Nick Folio, explaining how she played drums in high school. I sat slowly on the end couch, seeing the view of the stage that was incredible. The couch sunk next to me, and I glanced over to Noah, who was tapping a message into his phone.

“Aren’t those uncomfortable?”

He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

I pointed to my canines, and he snorted.

“Oh, right. Yeah, you get used to them.” He locked his phone and slipped it in his pocket.

I nodded. “You guys are dedicated to the theme, huh?”

He smiled, showing off the sharp points, and ran his tongue over one. “They’re not easy to take off.”

“Mm.” Must be glued on.

“Can I ask you something?”

He nodded, leaned back on the seat with his arm over the back.

“Do you do this all the time? Pick up random fans?”

He narrowed his eyes, grinning at me.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because it seems abnormal. What makes us so special?”

He sat up, leaning forward on his elbows so he was inches from my face, his breath cool. “What makes you think you’re just some random fan?”

I scoffed. “Because I am?” I leaned away from him, needing air. “I’m just a girl. Short. Glasses. Mop of hair. I didn’t even wear makeup tonight.”

He leaned back as well, keeping a distance between us. “So? Why does that mean you aren’t special?”

I rolled my eyes. “I think I’m not the first fan to be in a balcony with you.”

He nodded. “You’d be correct.” My heart sunk just slightly. “But you’re the first one I went looking for.”

My eyes popped open.

The fuck did that mean?

“Looking?”

He snickered, sighing loudly. “You got me. I thought you were attractive. Really attractive, okay? I figured I’d see if I could catch you.”

This caught me so far off guard, I nearly fell off of the couch.

“You think I’m attractive?”

This made him belly laugh, my disbelief.

“Maggie, can I let you in on a secret?” I just nodded. He leaned his head over, whispering. “I think you’re mouthwatering.”

A sharp tingle shot up my spine, and I wriggled next to him.

The lights went down, and the crowd cheered as Falling In Reverse began their set.

Popular Monster. This show was a trip.

We watched the show, Alex and I singing along to the lyrics of nearly every song. Every so often, Noah would lean over and tell me something about the song playing, complimenting Ronnie’s artistic ability or the instrumentals. The guys all seemed to be enjoying it as well, air-guitar and drumming. 

It was just far enough away that I couldn’t tell, so I leaned into Noah. “Is Ronnie wearing fangs too?”

He nodded, lips nearly touching my ear when he spoke. “It was Oli’s idea. We all have them.”

Made sense. I smiled at him, catching his eyes wandering my face. His arm was tucked neatly behind my back now, resting on my hip. Something about the encounter changed. I didn’t feel fear anymore, rather, Noah’s presence felt safe. It felt comfortable and I felt myself craving it. The air almost lightened, my shoulders relaxing as I exhaled a breath I had been holding.

“Can I tell you something?” I nodded, leaning back in to hear him. “I’d kiss you right now, if you’d let me.”

My eyebrows shot up. He pulled his face away, running his tongue over his bottom lip. A pit opened in my stomach, causing me to swallow harshly. 

“And what if I don’t?”

He smirked, his tattooed finger coming up to swipe across my bottom lip. “That, darling, would be a tragedy.”

It was involuntary, the way my body pressed closer to him, the soft skin of his lips brushing against mine. It wasn’t quite what we wanted, but it was so close.

My self control was fading, and he knew it, his hand tightening on my hip.

“If you’d let me?”

That was it. My lips were pressed against his, molding to his mouth, and breathing into his soul. I felt the sharp tooth scrape over my skin, which elicited a hard groan from me. His other hand came up to the side of my neck, and his fingers tangled in my curls.

We lasted this way for several minutes, finally pulling away with a sharp hiss from his mouth. His eyes were feral, wild. His grip on my hair was tight. He bored into my eyes, speaking something that I couldn’t read.

We were pulled from our moment when a hand tapped my shoulder. I whipped around quickly, and his hands released me.

Alex stood, eyes wide, and smiling. “I hate to interrupt, but I’m going to run to the restroom. Just wanted you to know.”

I wiped my lips with my thumb, feeling a sharp pain. I nodded at Alex, who furrowed her brows, bending down to speak directly at me.

“Watch the fangs, babe. You’re bleeding.”

I looked down at my thumb, the deep red filling the ridges of my print.

A hand came up to wrap around my wrist, staring at my finger. He swiftly and smoothly lifted it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth. When he released me, my finger was clean.

He smiled a sheepish grin at me in response to my shocked expression. “Too weird?”

I wanted to say yes, because that was the normal person thing to say. However, given the heat that had pooled in my stomach and the way my thighs clenched together, I just shook my head.

The music was loud, booming into my chest, and I leaned back onto the couch, staring at Noah.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked me.

“That there’s no way this is real.”

He smirked. “Sometimes, it’s better to believe it’s not.”

This confused me, but he was wrapping his arm around me again, pulling me into his side, and looking down at the stage. We tried to watch the performance, we really did. But within minutes, I was in his lap, straddling his hips, and our tongues were fighting for dominance while his hands roamed up and down my legs.

I sighed, closing my eyes as his lips trailed down my jaw to my neck, nipping gently at my pulse point. He licked a stripe up my windpipe, causing me to rut against him.

“Fucking hell, Maggie.” He leaned back, and I pulled back, hands on his shoulders. “You’re so fucking amazing.” 

I blushed, leaning back down to nibble on his ear. In my peripheral vision, I caught my phone on the couch lighting up. I had four missed texts from Alex.

“Shit!” I grabbed my phone and sat back on his legs.

“Everything okay?”

I shrugged. “Alexa isn’t back, and I haven’t checked my messages. I got distracted.” I said, eyeing him mischievously.

He responded by scratching his nails down the front of my leggings.

Alexa: BABE Spencer is out here talking to Andy!!!!

Alexa: OMFG he’s looking at me. I’m going to talk to him.

Alexa: HE REMEMBERS ME FROM THE CROWD.

Alexa: He asked me to go to his balcony. I have to. It’s the one next to Noah’s. I’ll be there if you need me.

I smiled at my phone. “Such a weird night.”

“Is she okay?”

I nodded, setting my phone back down. “Yeah, uh,” I shook my head, trying to understand how this had happened. “She met Spencer Charnas, and she’s in his balcony.”

He nodded, looking apprehensive. “She’s a fan of his?”

“The biggest. She’d die for that man.”

His eye twitched at that, almost a wince. “Mm. Maybe she should stick with you?”

My face fell, confused. “Why?”

He bit his lip, glancing over to where Folio sat, who was staring directly at him. “I don’t know. Just seemed like the kind of thing you guys do.”

I nodded, falling off of his lap. “Usually, but this is kind of once in a lifetime.”

He sighed hard, his eyes glancing back up to Folio. “I wish it wasn’t.”

This was confusing, his entire demeanor had shifted.

“Are you okay?”

He worried his bottom lip with the fangs, and nodded. “You, uh,” He looked at his bandmates, who were all giving him a look. “want to see the bus? I need to get something, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”

There was something under his tone that made me almost flinch. It was as if he wasn’t giving me a choice…

“Okay? I mean, or I could wait with Alex in the next balcony?”

“No!” Noah’s voice was harsh, causing me to wince. “I mean, let her have her time. Once in a lifetime, right?”

I nodded, unsure.

“You trust me?”

I sighed, suddenly wildly unsure. “Should I?”

He nodded fervently. “Yes. You should.”

-

The tour bus was enormous. It was also a total mess. It was as if it was more lived in than an actual home. I try not to judge, but there was stuff everywhere. Drink containers, beer bottles, random garbage, clothes. The shades were drawn, and you couldn’t see outside. 

Noah turned around with a look of embarrassment on his face, a hard contrast to the persona he had on all night. He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Sorry, the guys said they’d clean up…I guess they forgot.”

I shook my head, giving him a warm smile. “No worries. You guys have to live here, I get it.”

He sighed. “Can I be honest?”

“I’d hope so.” I giggled, hands in my sweater pockets.

“I didn’t need to grab anything, I was just hoping for some privacy.”

My eyes widened, and I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Oh…” Suddenly uncomfortable, I began scanning the bus for all of the exits, the closest being the door behind me.

“You don’t have to stay, it was just stuffy in there and the guys are kind of really fucking nosey.”

This made me smile. “I caught that.” I pursed my lips, looking around, trying to soothe the hammering in my chest. “I could stay.”

“You sure? Oli is going to go on soon.”

I nodded. “Once in a lifetime?”

This almost made his face fall, and he leaned against the counter of the kitchenette sink. “I wish it wasn’t.”

This gave me pause, and I moved to stand next to him.

“What do you mean?”

He pulled his hat off, revealing his mop of long dark hair that was overgrown. “I just…” He trailed off. “I don’t get to have normal relationships, yaknow? Date? See people more than once? It doesn’t really happen.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why not?”

He smirked at this, looking down at his shoes. “My lifestyle doesn’t really allow it.”

I nodded. Rockstar life had to be tough.

“Well, just because you can’t date someone, doesn’t mean you can’t be friends, right?” I won’t lie, I was slightly hopeful.

“It’s kind of more complicated than that.” 

I nodded, not wanting to press further, and an uneasy silence fell over us. After about three minutes, he finally spoke.

“I liked kissing you.”

I couldn’t prevent the grin that cracked on my lips. “I liked kissing you too.”

“I didn’t bring you back here for that. I just thought I’d mention it.”

This was one of the pivotal moments in life where you decide how it goes. Walk away? See what this is, and make the smart choice to end it? 

Or consider this the Gods giving you a gift? A one-time chance to fulfill a fantasy you would otherwise never get again?

I decided quickly that life was too fucking short, and moved to stand in front of him.

“Can we…just do what we want? Because this will never happen for me again, and I find it painfully difficult not to jump on you right now.”

He peered up at me through his lashes, his eyes pitch black. “Yeah? You’re sure? I don’t want to be a dick, but you know I can’t continue anything after tonight.”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a second, and opened them with no hesitation left, staring directly at him. 

This gave him the answer he was looking for, as it took less than a fraction of a second for him to have me pinned against the wall behind me, hand on my throat, lips attacking my mouth feverishly. A smooth growl rumbled from his throat, and something inside of me clenched. 

With the grip in my neck, he guided me to spin, lifting me up onto the countertop. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, and I breathed into him, feeling his hands smooth up my legs, and push them apart so he could press himself between them.

His mouth pulled at the skin of my jaw, surely leaving bruises I’d have to explain to Alex later. When I felt the sharp point of the fans against my skin, I placed a hand on his chest.

“Noah?” He didn’t pull back, but only hummed in response as he licked and sucked on my collarbone. “Maybe you should take the fangs out?”

He stilled, frozen. This caused me to do the same, waiting for his next move.

“I can’t.”

My brain didn’t register that. “Can’t?”

“They aren’t coming out.” He breathed again on my skin, making me shiver. “Is that a problem? If it is, tell me now.”

The idea of not going further made my body physically scream, so I just shook my head, signaling for him not to stop.

His arms, strong and solid, lifted me clean off of the counter and pulled me into the hallway, our lips reconnecting. In the back of the bus held a large bedroom area, and with one hand, he slid a door shut behind us. 

He lowered me onto the mattress and became so gentle, I almost couldn’t handle it. His hands reached to unzip my sweatshirt, pulling it open to reveal my crop top. I chose to go without a bra tonight, knowing I’d be keeping my sweater on. His eyes roamed to my hardened nipples pressing against the fabric, and he bit his lip in response.

“If at any point you want to stop, tell me, okay?”

I nodded.

“Say it. Say you understand.” His voice was callous, no playfulness left.

“I understand.”

This brought a wicked smile to his face, fangs pressing out and his tongue gliding over them. “Good girl.”

He was ruthless, his hands pulling my shirt up, exposing my bare breasts, hands grasping them with force, pinching each nipple between his fingers. I yelped at the sudden painful sensation, but pressed into his touch. His knee balanced him on the bed, pressing against my core. I writhed under him, begging for friction.

“So fucking needy, darling. All in good time.”

I sucked in a breath, nearly whining at his teasing. His right hand snaked up my chest, grasping at my throat. The pressure was so much, but I couldn’t ask him to stop because it was so good, I was okay with dying right here like this.

His other hand slid down my stomach, nails scratching into my flesh, before he gripped the waistband of my leggings and tugged them down.

“Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” His fingers loosened just enough for me to speak.

“So bad. Need it. Need you.”

His eyes were roaming my body, eyes settling on the jet black panties I wore. His hand pressed flat against the fabric, making me hiss at the sensation.

“You want me to eat you? Devour you?”

I nodded frantically.

“If I do, I’m going to bite you. You alright with that?”

I froze, staring up at him, tears running down the side of my face. 

“You can say no.” His voice was smooth as honey, dripping down his lips and right into my soul.

“Please.” It came out as a breath, just the ghost of a word.

A harsh snarl left his lips, and he dropped onto the floor with lightening speed, pulling my leggings off and gripping the waistband of my underwear, ripping them apart to show my already soaked pussy.

His fingers slid through my lips before coming up to his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the taste. “Fucking stunning.” He groaned.

His mouth attacked me, licking long, flat stripes up my core, causing my hips to buck. I whimpered, trying not to make too much noise.

His hands gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, bringing me right to his face.

“No one can hear us here, baby. Fucking scream for me.” 

I let go, letting all of the harsh, vile sounds leave my throat with no restraint. His mouth sucked hard on my clit, making my vision go stark white behind my eyelids.

“Oh my God, Noah, I’m going to come, please don’t stop.”

He latched harder, a finger penetrating into me, pressing against my sweet spot and smoothing circles into it, bringing me crashing over the edge of bliss. My back lifted off of the mattress, my entire body tingling.

At the exact second my orgasm slammed into me, I felt a stinging, slicing pain on the inside of my thigh, causing me to scream out and look down. Noah’s face was still buried between my legs, but his eyes were staring directly at me. His fingers continued to massage me through my euphoria while his lips pulled at the sore spot on my thigh. When he lifted his face, my body finally calming, a deep crimson fluid sat on his lip before his tongue came up and swiped it away. 

He rested a palm flat on my stomach as my breathing slowed. “Are you okay?”

I blinked back the tears and gasped in a breath. “More, please. I need more.”

It wasn’t even me speaking anymore. My body had transcended to another plane and I was watching from a different dimension at that point.

He smiled, his teeth tinged with blood - my blood. “What’s the magic word?”

“Jesus, fuck, Noah! Please!”

His hand snatched me by my waist, flipping me over and pulling me back up so my feet were on the floor. His arm held me up, as standing wasn’t an option with the way my legs felt like gelatin. I felt the warm fluid from the wound on my thigh dripping down my leg.

He paused, reaching for a drawer and grabbing, what I assumed to be, a condom. I heard the foil open and be discarded. He let go of me for ten seconds to put it on, and before I could think about anything else, he was pushing inside of me. The feeling was achingly delicious, the stretch and burn of it. Noah was exceptional. My body fell forward, hands reaching out balance. He thrusted mercilessly, pounding me harder into the mattress, his breathing loud and deep, guttural moans escaping him.

After a few moments, and my vision slowly blurring as I began climbing the hill once again, his hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me backward to stand straight up. I whined, leaning my head back on his chest.

It was without cause, but I still asked. “Bite me again? Please?”

I didn’t want it, I needed it. I was ravenous for the pain and the feeling of him being so connected with me. 

“Don’t say that.” His words were breathless, but I was persistent.

“Please, Noah. Please.”

“God damn it.” He tightened his grip on my neck and I felt his lips touch my skin before the fangs sung in deep, piercing the thin skin just above my clavicle.

A scream pierced through me as the pain sent white hot shock waves through my body, my vision cutting out and my orgasm tearing through me. I vibrated at the stimulation of it all, and began to feel by body going slack, my skin tingling with a numbing sensation. My eyelids began to feel heavy, Noah's lips still latched to my skin. I could swear I felt a sucking feeling. That would be one hell of a hickey later.

Noah's thrusts suddenly stilled, his throat growling against me, his fingers gripping my hip violently, surely leaving bruises.

I was still riding the high of my climax when I felt everything starting to go sideways as the room began to spin. His arm wrapped around me quickly as I felt my consciousness slipping.

"Easy, baby. Easy." I hadn't even noticed him slip out of me, or unlatch from my throat.

Suddenly, his hands were gentle, laying me down on the bed on my back. Through my hooded lids, I could see him standing, tall and muscular. I could see all of him, and as badly as I wanted to savor it, I was so sleepy.

His hands pulled a soft, red blanket over me, and he put a finger up. "One second, stay here."

He disappeared out of the door, and I felt my eyes threatening to close. My brain was shutting off quickly, and it wasn't going to be optional anymore.

He came back within a minute, now wearing shorts, with a large blue Powerade, and a pack of Reese's in his hands. He set them down on the mattress next to me and slid his arms under me, lifting me up onto the pillows of the bed.

"Maggie, you still with me?"

I could only mumble in response, the pull of sleep tugging me down.

"Don't fall asleep. You need to drink this." He opened the Powerade. My hand came up to take the drink, but my fingers had very little sensation. "Here." Noah used one arm to lift me partway, and held the bottle to my lips. "Just take sips."

Once I had sufficiently drank a quarter of the bottle, suddenly feeling parched, he recapped it and began tearing open the Reese's. "Eat this, you need to increase your blood sugar and carbohydrates."

Feeling slightly more coherent, I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why? Did that orgasm almost kill me?" I snickered, taking a peanut butter cup and peeling the wrap off the bottom.

"No, the orgasm didn't." He said pointedly, but made work of getting up and heading for the door again. I laid, slowly munching the chocolate, eyes trailing after him. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, feeling strikingly cold suddenly. I felt a numbness in my toes and fingertips. Something about it bothered me, but also didn't?

He walked back in, a damp rag in his hand. What did he need that for? He used a condom, I thought?

Noah sat next to me on the bed, and ran a hand over my cheek gently, giving me a small, comforting smile. "You feel better?"

I nodded, still chewing the second peanut butter cup. "Much."

His smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Good, I'm glad."

Smoothing his hand over to my hair, he pulled it away from my neck, and pressed the damp rag to it. I winced, pain shooting up into my face.

"Christ!" He pulled his hand back, and I noticed the rag was a deep red. "Am I bleeding?"

He shushed me, moving my face back over. "Not much anymore, it's mostly stopped. This is just a little alcohol to sterilize it." He sighed as he pressed the rag to my skin. "Next, I'll clean up your leg."

My mind, suddenly clear as day, began running through all of the most ridiculous scenarios possible. Regardless of how stupid it sounded, I still had to ask...

"Noah?"

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, pulling out a large bandage and unpeeling it from the paper.

"Are you an actual vampire?"

His hands stopped, and his neck snapped up at me. His eyes were deadly serious, but his lips twisted in a sick smile. "Now, why would you say something silly like that? Of course not."

"But-"

He chuckled, his body shaking, and continued applying the bandage to my neck, hand lingering on my cheek as he looked in my eyes.

"No, I'm just a guy with kinks, that's all."

Did I want to press this further?

I looked back up at him, and he smiled brightly. That's when I noticed.

"You took the fangs off."

He peered up at me, running his tongue over his teeth. "Yeah, something like that."

Noah began pulling the blanket from my leg when he stopped abruptly, his eyes shifting to the door of the room. His hand gripped my leg, and he spoke under his breath.

"Fuck." His eyes looked back at me, a panic now rising. "You have to go. Now."

He grabbed my arm, and began pulling me off of the bed gently. "Can you stand?" I heard the door of the bus open, and people speaking at the front.

The urgency in his voice was frightening, so I swung my legs over and attempted to stand. The room swayed slightly, but I managed to stay upright. I nodded at him.

"Good, okay," He stood off the bed, and ran to the other side, picking my clothes up and tossing them at me, sans my torn panties. "get dressed. I'm going to open the window, there's a ladder just outside. Climb down it and go. Fast. Go to your car, and leave."

I was stepping into my leggings and looked up at him. "I have to find Alex, first."

He huffed, frustrated, and helped me put my shirt over my head. "Don't. Just go."

Noah pulled the window open silently, and pulled me over to him once I had zipped up my sweatshirt and slipped my shoes on. "Noah, what-"

He pressed a hand to my mouth. "Please, just listen to me. Leave. Don't look for her. Just go. Fast, okay?"

My eyes welled up. The terror was back. Why was he hiding me? Was he embarrassed? Did he not want anyone to know I was here? Why didn't he want me to look for Alex?

He hands hoisted me up effortlessly, he didn't even groan when he lifted me to the window. I slipped a leg out, and turned my head to him. "Noah?"

He looked at me, eyes sparkling bright, brighter than I had seen. "Yes?"

"I hope to see you again."

The smallest smile turned his lips up. "If you're lucky, you won't."

-

Alex's phone wasn't picking up and she hadn't responded to any of my messages. Bring Me The Horizon's set was about over, and she was nowhere. Ice Nine's balcony was empty - they all were. She wasn't in the venue. She wasn't outside. She was gone.

Her last text to me had me walking behind the building, looking through the busses.

Alexa: Spencer invited me back to his bus with him and Ronnie...I can't believe this is real life!! I will text you when I'm done! ;)

I only knew which bus was Noah's, but I felt like an absolute creep looking through the others, trying to see into the windows. I was standing next to one, on my tip-toes, trying to see through the tint, when my ears picked up on something...

It sounded suspiciously like screaming...but not the kind I would expect from someone having a good time. Not the kind I just made.

I rounded the corner, finding one last bus, and noticed it appeared to be moving. This had to be it. As I approached, figuring I would just wait until she was done, it stilled, and the night went eerily silent. Something about it made my stomach drop. I considered going back and getting Noah, asking him to check it out, but I had already come to terms with the fact that whatever that was, was over.

Instead, I made a soft wrap on the door, hoping someone would answer. Nothing came, no sound or motion. I sighed. Someone was definitely in there. Maybe they fell asleep? I almost did.

I knocked harder with the same result. Eventually, I pounded, hollering. "Hello?"

My fingers reached for the handle, and I noticed the door was unlocked, the door opening easily. I looked in, and noticed it was dark, only a neon blue light emanating from the back somewhere. I stepped up the staircase, peering my head around the corner.

"Alex?"

What my eyes saw, I was nowhere near prepared for. My eyes met hers, only hers were upside down, head hanging off of the edge of the bed, tears running down the sides of her face. They were also lifeless, and so was she. She was laid on the bed, fully dressed, and blood poured from her throat and pooled on the floor. There were two men on top of her, mouths latched to her chest and throat.

I couldn't help the gasp that came out, my eyes watering at the scene. I brought my hand up over my mouth and both men looked up at me. I couldn't register what I was seeing...

Spencer Charnas and Ronnie Radke were on top of my best friend, and their faces were absolutely covered in her blood.

Their fangs shined, covered in the red viscous liquid, and harsh growling hisses came out of their mouths.

Before I could scream, a hand had grabbed the back of my sweatshirt and pulled me down the stairs, and was dragging me away from the bus. I thrashed, screaming and fighting against the person pulling me away.

"No! No! Please! Stop, please!!" A hand came up over my mouth.

"Shut up!" My eyes looked down, and through my bleary tears, I saw the tattoos. The familiar tattoos.

Noah pulled me over to another bus and pressed me against the side. He loomed over me, his eyes dark again, all of the light gone.

"I told you to fucking leave!"

I couldn't speak. I was stunned. "I...they...Alex..."

"Alex is gone." He was so matter of fact. Stern, even. A choked sob broke out of my chest.

"No, no please, you have to help me."

"I am helping you! You have to leave! Before anyone realizes you did." His hands were against the bus on either side of me. "Please Maggie, please just leave."

"Noah..." I stared at the sharp fangs. "Your teeth..."

He hung his head. "Maggie, listen to me. You were never here. You lost Alex at the concert, and she went missing. They already reported her missing to security." My eyes went wide, tears streaming. "Now, go home. Stay there. And never speak about this again. Understood?"

I didn't respond, I just glared at him. He was one of them. A monster. He drank my blood. He tried to kill me. Him and his friends...they killed Alex.

When I didn't answer, he grew impatient, slamming his hands against the bus, making me flinch.

"God damn it Maggie, do you understand?!"

I just nodded, and he let one of his arms fall. I slipped by him, but his hand caught my arm. I stopped, staring up at him.

"I'm so sorry." His eyes were soft again, but I ripped my arm from him. He looked taken back by my sudden brazenness.

"No you're not..." I took several steps forward, but I took a deep breath and stopped, turning to see him still staring at me.

"But you fucking will be."

[madomens]

Ahem. Hello, it is me 🫶🏻 if you’re feelingggggg up to it perhaps, maybe, a vampire Noah moodboard? If not don’t worry 😂 I just love these lol. 🧡

YUSSSS VAMPIRE NOAH

(all found on pinterest ofc)

[poppy-in-the-woods]

3x3 for TDOPOM with Tim and Noah. It’s really needed so please provide 🤭

Ask and you shall receive!

Sadie smiled: she hadn't known Noah was so good with children, but she was glad to find out. She wondered how it would work if he had children with someone else - could she and Tim still be in his life in that case? She was probably thinking too far ahead again.

[rottingfern]

🔫 Us in the Night, 3x3!

Didn't get to this last weekend, sorry about this! Here ya go darlin:

The following night he dares to spread her legs, to let his fingers tangle in the jungle of curls she’s let grow in months of isolation, to let a breath travel up to the tender skin of her taint as he presses molten-cold lips to her overheated thighs. The acrid stir in her gut stinks more of anxiety than arousal, too familiar of that first time she’d let her pa’s barn hand sink her into the scratchy hay at sixteen; there’s that fear of exposure, of eyes just waiting to turn the corner and land on them in the act. His teeth sink into her thigh just as the barn hand’s did, and rather than than jerk and flail until she found it better to just lie back, she now lies back with a sigh, letting him ingest her fear through broken skin.

[valiantroeagleangel]

Just wrote 5k words of Vampire! Noah smut. It's long, it's coming and that's all I have to say.

[madomens]

Levi hair vampire Noah😍😍😍

@thescarlettvvitch here you go pookie i hope you like itttt🫶🏻🫶🏻

[veephoenix]

@poppy-in-the-woods found it! This is what I was talking about. 🤭

A thot.

vampire!Noah and it’s that time of month.

(18+, blood and period sex below the cut)

He is so agonizingly hard and worked up for the duration of your period. He knows your suffering and tries his best be understanding, but the scent is driving him mad. He knows sex is the farthest thing from your mind right now and he gets it, but for some reason, this cycle is just too much for him. He’s so needy and clingy and literally begging you for sex. He’s starving, literally and figuratively.

Eventually, you give in. You’ve heard sex can help relieve period pains and Noah’s desperation and begging is such an unexpected turn on, you’d be a fool to deny him. He scrambled around to find old towels to cover the bed because he’s not sure how big of a mess he’s going to make. He just knows it’s going to be messy.

Your sprawled out on the bed, body hypersensitive to every little touch. Noah kisses down your body, scraping his fangs across your skin along the way. He reaches your pussy and admires it for a moment before delving in and going to town.

He’s never been so happy to be between your thighs than right now. So happy he could cry and maybe he does she’d a tear or two. The smell and taste is intoxicating for him. He’s groaning and rutting himself into the mattress. He’s ravenous, lapping and slurping and shaking his head, his fangs brushing over your clit every so often, just making an absolute mess.

You’re falling apart faster and more intensely than you ever have. You buck your hips and press yourself more into his tongue and mouth, much to his pleasure. He grabs your hips and sits up, pulling your body with him, legs now hung over his shoulders, back off the bed, your shoulders and arms the only thing making contact with the mattress.

Noah specialized in fucking you stupid, it was his favorite thing to do, but this was an entirely different kinda dumb. You forgot all about the discomfort and cramps. You couldn’t verbalize anything. You were babbling and clutching at the sheets.

After what felt like hours, Noah finally had his fill and softly set your body back on the bed. Completely blissed out, you looked at him and holy hell was it a sight to behold.

Blood covered the lower half of his face. His eyes were blown so wide and god did he look divine.

“You have no idea what you’ve started, love.” He says, then dives back between you thighs.

[poppy-in-the-woods]

Snippet of Chapter One: Hedonist of my The Death of Peace of Mind fic

So this is a sequel to Playing God, so the context is that my OFC, Sadie, is a recent vampire. She's married to Tim Henson (also a vampire) and they meet Noah at this party. They lure him to an empty room to feed on him (just a little), but Noah is not what he seems.

Like Tim, Noah had lots and lots of tattoos and hardly any free places to bite.

"Do you have any ink-free spots near any arteries?" she asked, looking at him with her head cocked to one side.

"On the thighs."

"Pull down your pants," she instructed, "I want to see it."

Noah did as she asked without question; in his hypnotized mind, it was all quite normal and there was nothing to worry about. Sadie looked at his legs: he was right, there was a clear spot near the femoral.

"It's a good place," Tim commented.

"Remember what you promised me when you turned me?" she asked, moving closer to Noah and lightly touching the area. She could feel his pulse under her fingers: his heart was beating at a normal rate.

"Yes, of course."

"I don't need it, but I'm glad to know you remember."

"Don't worry, I'll time you."

Sadie compelled Noah to sit on the edge of the bed and then knelt in front of him. Massaging the area with her thumb, she looked at the singer, who returned her gaze with a dreamy expression.

"Do it," he said, caressing her cheek.

She bit him gently. She had barely taken a couple of gulps when she pulled away, and after healing him, she stood up, taking a couple of steps away from him in a single fluid movement.

"What's the matter, love?" Tim asked.

"He's not human," she said, torn between fascination and horror. "I don't know what he is, but he doesn't taste like a normal human."

Tim reached over and pricked Noah in the neck with a fingernail. He tasted the drop of blood.

"You're right, he's not human. He's a féerie. At least in part."

"A fairy?"

"Not him, but someone in his family is."

"I thought they couldn't be hypnotized," Sadie commented, bending down to take a closer look at the musician. He still wore a relaxed expression, as if they were having a normal conversation.

Tim shrugged.

"I had a dream about this once," Noah said, in the same relaxed tone as before, "but it was two female vampires. Not that I'm going to complain."

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

halloween party (noah sebastian x reader)

18+, mdni, nsfw, Ghostface and Halloween-themed

It is October 31st, meaning it is both Halloween and my room mate Noah’s birthday. Every year we celebrate it at the same time, along with me, the rest of the band and some other friends and crew-members.

I start to get ready, and I had decided I wanted to be an attractive vampire this year for Halloween. I wear a fancy white blouse with a black leather corset on top, with rose detailed designs on it, making it look chic like and perfect for the costume. Underneath that I wear a short leather skirt, black thin tights and long, warm black socks for over my matching leather boots, detailed with spikes and chains. My black hair is styled a bit messy and my make up is dark with red, matching with the blood colored lipstick on my lips, that I smug a bit on the edges. When I look at the reflection of the mirror, I look satisfied and am ready for the party.

When I leave my room to head downstairs, I hear Noah's door open and close, making me smile in excitement.

“Hey birthday guy—“

I want to greet him, but as soon as I see what he is dressed up this year, which is Ghostface, I am stuck in my tracks. My lips part as I slightly swallow, my eyes taking in Noah, feeling my cheeks slowly flush. No way he is dressed up as Ghostface, my all time favorite horror character, someone I secretly swoon about sometimes, since I might… have a thing for masks.

Noah clearly notices me eyeing him up and down, as he then amusingly asks, “Like what you see, y/n?” His voice is a bit muffled by the mask.

“Eh, yeah, you—you look very cool as Ghostface,” I stumble, swallowing once again, quickly tucking strands of hair behind my ear as I then move past him, downstairs down to the kitchen, making me suddenly very aware how short my skirt is again as I move.

He follows me down to the kitchen, feeling his stare burning behind me, feeling like it's completely taking me in, making me heat up even more.

“When will the others arrive again?” I then ask once we are in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of our fridge and taking some quick gulps. Our kitchen and living room is decorated and in the Halloween spirit, something I loved to do for Noah since I love both decorating and Halloween.

Noah stands next to me, and I notice a slight smile present on his face under the mask by the bright lights in the kitchen, looking around at my decorations as well. “You have outdid yourself this year once again,” he comments, before remembering my question. “They should be here in like 20 minutes.”

I smile up at him, appreciating his compliment. “Thank you, always try my best.”

I turn to put the bottle back into the fridge, and when I then turn back around to Noah again, his mask is off, revealing his messy hair that is slightly pulled back, and in combination with the gloves and robe he is wearing I almost choke in my own breath.

“Jesus Christ,” I then mumble underneath my breath as a I move myself to the couch before I can embarass myself even more.

Noah and I have been roommates for a year now, being kind enough to rent and share his space with me, and if I’m being honest I have found him attractive from the start. But since we became good friends and he is mostly away on the road with his band, I decided to let the possibility of something more blooming between us go.

Noah lets out a low chuckle as he notices me looking flustered as he sits down right beside me, clearly being very much aware of the effect he has on me. “You okay?” he asks, a slight smile on his face as he tilts his head at me.

“Yeah,” I mumble, as I then watch him for a moment, my eyes ranking down to his costume again. “I can imagine that being warm inside,” I then nod to his outfit, flushing once again, so I quickly flick my eyes down to my lap. Damn, I hate being so flustered so fucking easily—I shouldn’t and I know that it’s wrong, but he looks even ten times hotter with that damn costume on.

He raises an eyebrow at my comment. “You’re not wrong,” he shrugs, before he lets his eyes move down to my outfit as well.

“I can imagine yours is a bit heavy as well,” he then comments, his eyes raking over my corset.

“Oh, it's okay,” I shrug with a sheepish smile, looking down at my white blouse and corset on top. “There’s a chance that I’ll take the blouse from underneath the corset off later this evening though, since the house will be pretty crowded and stuff.”

Noah nods slowly at my statement, the image seeming to flash before his eyes for a moment. “Maybe I should take my robe off for the same reason,” he then jokingly comments, winking in my direction, before he gets up from the couch again, heading to the kitchen to get himself something to drink.

Oh, you definitely should, I mentally think to myself, feeling heated by his wink, and then quickly shake the thought away in embarrassment.

Twenty minutes later, Noah’s friends and band members arrive, all wishing him a happy birthday and some of my friends join us later. Even though Noah insisted that he did not want some special moment with a cake and candles he had to blow out, we of course did exactly that, and even though he rolled his eyes and pretended to be grumpy with his arms crossed in front of his chest, I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he secretly enjoyed it.

Later that evening, I’m sitting on the couch talking with some friends, laughing and drinking, and I feel Noah stealing some glances from me sometimes, making me blush and I stare back whenever I have the confidence. Now he just smugly smiles a bit, leaning against the counter with his Ghostmask off again, gloves wrapped around his beer, and my mind already goes to the most unholiest things so quickly—how the cold of the leather gloves would feel around my throat for example—

I clear my throat and quickly shake the thoughts away, trying to concentrate on the conversation with my friends again, mentally slapping myself against the head. I'm the worst.

But then, I feel someone sitting next to me, and almost jump when it's Noah, looking at me with an amused expression and some glint in his eyes that I can’t quite unravel yet.

“Noah,” I smile, “hi.”

He lifts his beer at me in a greeting gesture before smirking and turning his full attention to me. “How are you enjoying the party, Little Vampire?” he asks, coming up with a nickname right there on the spot, making me both blush in amusement and flattery.

He then leans back into the couch with a slight grin, before taking a sip from his drink. “Nice to see you didn’t cover your neck tonight.”

I can’t help but chuckle at his little joking comment. “Well, could say the same about the people around me, right? Need something to feed from after all,” I joke back.

He amusingly laughs at my remark, for sure noticing the redness once again spreading across my cheeks by the way his eyes seem to gleam even more.

Noah then leans in a little, making me let out an uncontrollable nervous breath, his eyes lingering on my lips for a moment before he looks into my eyes again, a mischievous glint now in his own dark ones.

“But have you found someone to feed of off yet? You’ve been eyeing me all night I’ve noticed.”

My eyes widen a little as he says that, my heart racing up a little, and I sheepishly smile at him.

“Have I? Oh—“

I blink as I don't know how to get the words out of my throat for a moment, and then proceed to quickly shake my head as my blush keeps spreading on my face, answering his question. “I have not found someone yet to feed, no—“

A smirk plays on Noah's lips as he notices my reaction, deciding to take it one step further. “Well you know… since it’s my birthday, I can give you a gift…” he then whispers into my ear.

Goosebumps appear on my skin as heat spreads now almost everywhere in my body at this point, and I slightly gasp at the feeling of one of his leather gloves then sliding up on my thigh.

“Aren’t people supposed to give you a gift when its their birthday?” I then answer back, looking at him through my lashes, the feeling of him squeezing the flesh of my thigh as well already unraveling so much inside of me already.

He lets out a playful hum, letting his hand travel further up now to my hip. He leans even more forward, his dark brown eyes trained on my lips again first before looking back into my eyes.

Then to my surprise he brushes his lips past my ear, his breath grazing my skin, making me hold my own. “Well… my birthday wish from you is to give me what you want most.”

A shaky breath escapes from my with red, blood colored painted lips, and I slightly turn my head to his face so our noses slightly brush against each other, faces dangerously close, making me able to feel his soft breathing through his nose brushing against my face.

I decide its now or never, wanting to take this chance, wanting him.

“How about you help a helpless vampire out and be my victim for tonight?” I whisper back, smiling slightly.

A slight grin forms on Noah's face as he hears my request. Leaning back a little he locks eyes with me for a moment before standing up, holding out his hand. “Follow me.”

With both nerves and excitement I take his hand, letting him pull me along towards the staircase that leads up to our apartments bedrooms, my heart pounding in my chest as we walk up side by side.

My mind is already spinning with nerves, desire and excitement. As soon as we reach his bedroom, he closes it behind us once we are in, and when he places his Ghostface mask back on his face again my eyes slightly widen, and the arousal between my legs begins to spread. Oh, he knows what he’s doing.

Then, Noah grabs me and pins me against his door, his hands resting behind me on each side of my body. He tilts my head at him, the mask making him look somewhat scary and yet mysterious—mysterious enough for me to become more flustered than ever. His eyes wander down to my lips, seeing the need to press them against mine but he clearly wants the game to continue first, just a little bit longer—by sliding his knee up between my legs, resting between my thighs.

I whimper as he does that, heart racing even more, and I need to hold onto his biceps for support because of the heat already being spread between my thighs, making me light headed with desire—and of course his biceps feel hard and trained, just like they normally already look like, and it makes me ache for him even more.

Noah smirks at the feeling of me holding onto him. “Already so needy and wanting for me,” he says into my ear, his hands sliding down my sides, feeling the lace of my corset underneath his fingers. He presses up against me with his knee to gain a little bit more friction against my core, making me let out another gasp.

“Noah,” I can’t help but gasp out his name, making me flush a little.

He leans his face against my neck, slowly taking off his mask again to let his lips hovering over my skin, his breath grazing the area gently, before pressing a small peck to the skin. “I can only imagine the sounds I can get out of you tonight.”

His teeth tug at my earlobe, before moving down towards my jawline, placing another kiss there. I groan, then wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him even more against me, making me able to feel his excitement growing, and it makes everything inside of me flush and heat up, and the desire for him grow. The thought that I’m the one that makes him feel this needy, makes me feel even more worked up.

Noah's hips push against mine, his head now buried in my neck, kissing the skin, even teasingly biting the skin at various places, not hard enough to cause any real harm, but enough to cause red marks that’ll stay for a while.

“Aren’t I the vampire here though?” I can’t help but teasingly grin at that.

Pulling his face out from my neck he looks into my eyes, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smirk as I say that. “I think you’re forgetting that tonight is my birthday, not yours, little vampire, and I get to do what I want… and right now, all I want is you.” He leans in towards my face, his lips just inches away from mine—so close, yet so far.

“And this is only the beginning of your gift to me.”

My doe eyes widen as I look up to him, eager and desperate, and I still stubbornly lean to his neck despite his words, placing a few kisses before marking some bits of his skin. I feel him shiver underneath my touch, a low groan escaping his lips, making my heart beat even faster.

When I pull back with a smug smile, I say, “Vampires still need to be fed, birthday or not.”

He takes a small step back from me, his dark eyes raking over my body slowly, a smirk creeping on his face. “Take off the corset.”

The fast beating of my heart goes up to the pulse of my neck as he asks me that, a confirmation of where I hoped this night between us would go, and I quickly nod as I then take off the corset, leaving me in just my thin white blouse, revealing the outline of my chest, and a fire builds up in the pit of my stomach by the way he watches my every move.

Noah then takes a slow step towards me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me close towards him, hips rubbing against mine again. I start to breathe heavily, hands trembling as I feel nervous yet excited.

Lifting my chin, he presses kisses to my jawline again, nipping at the skin here and there as well and it makes me softly moan, the other hand slowly moving up to my chest, as it goes underneath the fabric of my blouse. I enjoy the feeling of his warm, large hand there, making a ragged breath escape from my lips.

His fingers graze across my collarbone, feeling my skin underneath, and the touch is so light, almost like a feather is touching me. His lips trace up from my neck to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe gently again. Then, he takes a step back, my eyes locked with his, before he speaks.

“Get on the bed, now.”

I eagerly nod at him, walking towards his bed, sitting down at it and already taking and kicking off my own boots without him having to ask me to, since I’m getting desperate and needy for him by the minute—I’ve fantasized about a moment like this for embarrassingly too long, and now that it’s finally happening I want it now.

Noah then watches me lay down on his bed, eyes raking over my frame, taking in what was going to be his gift for tonight. He walks over to me before straddling my hips, taking his gloves off with his teeth before letting them fall onto the ground. The sight of him doing that makes my eyes nearly pop out, it being one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Leaning down, Noah places teasing kisses on my cheek, then jaw, and slowly moving down to my neck again, his hands working on unbuttoning my blouse. His lips kiss every little part of exposed skin down from my neck, to my collarbones and then down to my chest, making me whimper and shift my hips against the mattress in anticipation—and I already feel like I'm getting taken to cloud nine.

He lets his tongue run across my skin, tasting me as he unbuttons the last few buttons of my blouse, making me gasp. He pushes the fabric off my arms and down onto the floor, then pulling back, looking down and taking in the sight of my skin and exposed chest. He licks his lips as his hands glide up to my sides, caressing the soft skin.

“So, so gorgeous,” he whispers in the dark, almost more towards himself it seems, his eyes drifting back up to meet mine after.

It feels like I’m exploding with fuel and desire inside, being lit up with every touch and look of him, making my heart hammer inside of my chest from nerves but especially excitement. My hips start to grind against his a bit, making me able to press a little against his bulge, and I have to bite back a amused smile by that, as I feel myself drooling between my legs by the feeling at the same time.

A low groan escapes Noah's lips as he looks back down between the both of us, getting stimulated by my movements. His lips then find my jaw again, teeth scraping the skin before pulling back to look into my eyes. He gives me a dark, smug look before he stands up from the bed, his hands slowly taking off his robe and the long sleeved shirt he wears underneath, letting it slide down his body as it falls to the ground by his feet. “Tell me how much you want me, sweetheart, so I can give you everything and more.”

And Jesus fucking Christ—he’s a sight, a goddamn hot, tattooed and worked out sight as I let my eyes roam over his exposed chest, flushing madly by it

“I want you,” I whisper as my eyes go back to his own darkened ones again, “for so long. Even more… like this.”

His lips curve into a smile as he slowly steps back towards me again, moving his hands down to his pants, slowly unbuckling the belt while looking into my eyes that slightly widen in anticipation. “How long have you waited for this?”

“Too long to admit,” I mumble, my eyes going down to his belt. “It's embarrassing.”

Noah slides his pants down his legs along with his underwear, letting them fall to the floor as well before slowly climbing on the bed, hovering over me once again, making my heart rate rise madly. His hands slide down my body, down to my skirt, his fingers hooking into them as I continue to look at him.

“It’s okay, I have too. And I know how needy you are right now, sweetheart.” He kisses my jawline, hands slowly pulling my skirt down my body, leaving me in only my panties.

“You–really?” I stumble as I hear his words, and all the fire in me burns up again, making me need him so badly, and wanting him, craving him, more than ever before.

One of his hands caresses my thigh, feeling the soft skin underneath his lean fingers, before slowly gliding up to my covered center. He watches his hand as it moves slowly over my panties, his fingers grazing my core, applying a teasing but light pressure, making me squirm.

“Of course,” he says in response, a devilish grin on his face, eyes looking down at where his hand is touching, and God, it's another hot sight. His other hand goes to remove the rings he wears on his fingers, the chunky silver ones I've grown to love so much, and I get more needy for him by the minute, making my body tremble with eagerness.

I look down at our naked bodies, making me heavily flush again but also dampen with even more in anticipation. Once his rings have made their way onto the nightstand he leans down towards my ear again. His lips ghost over the skin of my neck, trailing down as he speaks, “Are you sure you’re ready to be mine?... To let me take you in every way possible? To make you completely mine?”

He nips at the flesh before pulling back a little to look into my eyes. I whimper desperately at his words, chest rising up and down heavily, my arms already wrapping around his neck.

“Yes,” I breathe out in response, my eyes then looking at his lips.

Noah's right hand cups my cheek, gently caressing the skin with his thumb, and then finally pressing a soft kiss to my lips—it’s slow, passionate, and full of desire. Soon, his tongue grazes my lower lip, teasingly asking for entrance which I instantly give him, before moving his other hand to my waist and starting to slide my panties down my legs, all while never breaking the kiss.

I moan deeply in our kiss, my legs already slowly opening for him in pure eagerness as he then throws my panties away once they are fully down. His tongue slips into my mouth, swirling with mine as he groans against my mouth, the taste of him sweet and heavenly.

Noah's hands then slide across my thighs, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as he pulls it back for a second to look at me, before leaning down and kissing me once more, and God, it kills me and makes my anticipation and need for him grow even more and more. His right hand slides up my thigh, his fingers feeling the warmth of my center before rubbing against it gently.

My back arches slightly, eyes squeezing shut by the pleasure, and my jaw drops as sounds of pleasure begin to escape me. Noah can't seem to help but moan into my mouth in response, it makes him feel how badly I need him. He breaks the kiss and moves down to my jawline, then slowly down to my neck, leaving a few bruising bites behind, and I know they'll show tomorrow when I get up.

My panting and moaning get heavier and heavier with the more pleasure he gives me, his movements teasing at first, but then speeding up—leaving me a trembling mess. I can feel myself getting close, and Noah is being able to know by my desperate sounds and the way I move underneath him.

His lips pull away from my neck again, and he slowly slides down my body, placing kisses against my skin as he goes, his lips coming to rest at my chest. His left hand moves up my side towards my arm, pinning it down against the bed, before doing the same with the other arm. And now he has me underneath him, completely at his mercy, making my heart speeding up even more, with lips parted as I look at him with anticipation, as I'm about to get closer and closer to the edge.

Noah continues to work his fingers against my core, lips kissing all the way down my chest and then towards the inside of my thigh, leaving a faint trail of marks behind as he goes. His teeth graze the skin while his dark, lustful eyes never leave mine.

“Please,” I then breathe out as his mouth goes closer to my center, “I need you there—”

He listens to my pleas as a grin forms across his face. “Such a needy thing you are,” he chuckles softly against my sensitive skin. His eyes look back up to mine before looking at my aching core, making me shift even more in need.

“But, I will give you what you desire,” he then hums. His tongue flicks out, teasingly licking a slow, but broad trace, making me sharply inhale.

”Fuck,” I heavily pant out, making my back arch even more. I feel him smirk as my hips buck against his mouth as he hears the sounds of me falling apart beneath him. The hand that was holding my arm down moves up towards my head, gently lacing his fingers into my hair before pulling it, and he looks up again at me.

“Be good and take it,” he then commands with a low voice, it being enough to make me moan out loud again.

“I’ll take it,” I pant in response, “fuck, I’ll take it all—”

Noah hums against my core, slightly vibrating against me, driving me crazy. He then looks up at me through his lashes, watching my face contort and twitch in pleasure. His left hand then moves to the desk next to his bed again, taking one of the gloves off it and sliding it on again, making my eyes widen. Oh god—he has definitely noticed what those gloves did to me the whole evening.

I see him having to hold back a grin at my reaction, confirming that. “Look at you baby, already looking wrecked,” he teases, his eyes and lips leaving my enter to look up at me, his gloved hand now moving down to my core, slowly rubbing me, and I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut at the feeling of the leather against me.

“Oh God Noah,” I choke out, feeling myself getting even closer to the edge, and his lips curve into a mischievous grin.

“And now look at you, begging me already,” he taunts after a dark, amused chuckle follows. “I’ll give you what you want, darling, but only if you say my name. That’s the only way you’ll get what you need.”

“Noah,” I desperately choke out, my voice sounding needy, practically shaking as I say his name, and he chuckles softly at how vulnerable and exposed I am right now. “I’m so close, please—“

“That’s my pretty thing,” Noah hums, his lips going back to my aching center, continuing to devour me with his tongue, and I let out the most desperate sounds, and soon enough I grab and pull his hair, hitting my edge, hard and with trembling legs he needs to hold with both his hands.

The sounds I'm making are almost loud enough for the others, and the realization makes my climax feel even more pleasurable and hot to me. Noah pulls away from my center, looking at me, taking in my dazed expression.

“What a pretty thing you are, y/n,” he praises me as he crawls over and hovers over me again.

I blush yet roll my eyes at the same time, chuckling lightly. “Yeah yeah,” I playfully respond as I swat his chest, and he joins my laughter.

“Now roll over for me, and make me wish you an even better happy birthday.”

[dethrxnesstuff]

SONGS WRITTEN AND COMPOSED BY NOAH SEBASTIAN

Last December - Good Charlotte

Two Suns - Kingdom of Giants

Silent Season - Thousand Below

Sync -kingdom of Giants

Lost Hills -Kingdom of Giants

Glass Hearts- The Disaster Area

Bruised and Broken -TDA

Clockwork Enemy -Thousand Below

Sleeper -Kingdom of Giants

Shade -Thousand Below

Never Moving On -Chad Tepper

Blackout -The Disaster Area

Gravity -The Disaster Area

The Medicine -Left to Suffer, Lil Lotus

Youth -the disaster area

We All will Loose -the disaster area

Lonely Night -Chad Tepper

If I’m being honest -Chief

Exile -the disaster area

405 -Chief

Slow talk -Left to Suffer

Black Hole -scary kids scaring kids

I Wanna Know -Scary Kids scaring kids

Sad Enough -Chief

Happy Pills -The Disaster Area

Good life -Chief

Talking in Circles -Chief

Misery -The disaster area

Baptized- the disaster area

Nothing -The disaster area

Composed and Produced -

Road Rage -Circle Season

The Very Best of Rock

Venenosa -He engineered

Paradise City Vol. 1 season 1

Mix Pure Metal

MAX GAINS WORKOUT

LET ME BE SAD

Hollywood Vampire

Hit List Vol. 20

Blood of My Enemy 2017

SELECTED WORKS -composer for HEALTH

[concreteangel92]

Andy Biersack & Noah Sebastian Vampire Moodboard 🦇🩸🏰

Inspired by the story I’ll be starting fingers crossed at the end of the month so stay tuned!! And just know that these visuals are killing me 🥵

[vanishxcanvas]

Possessive

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Angst, Smut, Fluff. 18+ only. Vampire!Noah, Possessive!Noah. Mentions of biting, turning the reader, unprotected p/v sex.

Background - Noah gets jealous when reader talks to one of his friends at an event they're attending, when they arrive home, he decides to mark his territory: turning his lover into a vampire.

You were still getting used to the whole vampire thing. Even though you wouldn’t mind being one yourself.

After all, you are a night person.

Tonight though, you and Noah had to go to some event that was important. He wanted you to go with him, even though you didn't really feel like going.

You decided to wear something a little more revealing than something you’d usually wear. Noah didn’t like this one bit.

“Go change. Not a chance you’re wearing that.” He demands.

“No. You can’t make me.” You sass back at him.

He raises his eyebrows. “You sure about that love?”

“Positive.” You say, smirking. Placing your hand on his chest.

“Fine. Keep it on then. See what happens.” He says.

You bat your eyelashes at him. “Gladly, sir.”

He places a hand on your wrist. “Watch yourself.”

“No promises.” You reply.

He glares at you before dragging you out of the house.

Once you get to the event, you and Noah get separated as someone he knew dragged him to a different room. But he could still see you from where he was.

You decide to piss Noah off, and talk to a guy that was near you. When Noah saw this, he was fuming inside.

Deciding to push things further, you push your chest together so more cleavage was showing. The guy you were talking to noticed this, and asked if you if you wanted to go somewhere else.

Noah unfortunately heard this, and was dragging you out of the place in an instant.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you were fucking doing.” He scolds you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You reply.

His eyes turn a dark red as you say this.

“Oh baby, you’re going to regret that.” He says.

“I’m not scared of you.” You say.

He raises an eyebrow, and starts to back out of the driveway. While he’s driving, he has one of his hands settled on your thigh.

Once you’re both home, he pins you against the wall.

“I warned you. You’re mine, and only mine. Forever.” He growls in your ear.

“Mark me then. Make me yours. Turn me.” You suggest.

“Fuck. I will. You’re mine, and forever will be.” He says, before kissing down your neck. He bites just enough to leave hickeys there, too.

“Noah,” You breathe out.

“What is it, my sweet love?” He asks, leaving kisses on your collarbone.

“Can we move this to our bedroom please?” You ask.

He smirks, and picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

Throwing you on the bed, he crawls on top of you. Kissing down your body, he removes your clothes as he does this.

He leaves hickeys down your body as well, to make sure everyone knows you’re his. And only his.

“Baby.” He asks.

Lifting your head up, you look at him. “Yes?”

“Are you sure you want me to turn you?” He asks.

“Yes I’m sure. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I weren’t.” You reply.

“I just needed to make sure. I’ll do it as you come undone around me.” He says.

You nod, and lay your head back down. Noah kisses your thighs, up to where you need him the most. He groans as he notices how wet you are for him.

“Fuck. Is this all for me?” He asks.

“Yes Noah. All for you.” You breathe out.

“Good girl.” He says before diving in, eating you like it’s his last meal.

“Fuck,” You whine.

As he’s devouring you, you feel yourself getting close.

“I’m so close,” You whimper.

“Let go then.” He suggests.

He continues, and you let go, your cum over his mouth and chin. You notice this as he looks back at you.

“My favorite dessert.” He says.

“Oh hush.” You chuckle.

He smirks, and removes his clothes. Before he even removed his underwear, you could tell he was hard for you.

Once he removes those, he crawls back on top of you. He kisses you, then he slams into you.

“Say it. You’re mine. And only mine.” He demands.

“I’m yours. I’m completely yours, forever.” You say.

“Good girl.” He praises you.

His hips meet yours, and he keeps doing this until you’re close to your next orgasm.

Once this happens, his fangs grow longer, and he sinks them into your neck, drinking some of your blood.

You sigh as he does this, and he slowly fucks you until you cum around him. He follows shortly after, and once he’s done, you’re obviously exhausted.

“I forgot to tell you. You’ll have to drink some of my blood too.” He says.

“Okay. I can do that.” You reply.

Once you do this, he grabs you some water, and helps you clean up. You wouldn’t be waking up for a couple days, as this was the process of being turned.

A couple days later, you wake up, and you’re pale. You have red eyes, and you have fangs. Noah wasn’t there when you woke up, but you realized you couldn’t see yourself in the mirror.

You slowly looked outside and it was dark outside. No wonder he wasn’t home. You decided to just lounge around until he got back, so you resorted to watching a movie.

Once he got back, he smiled as he saw you were awake. He put his things down, and picked you up from the couch.

“Noah!” You laugh.

“What?” He asks.

“You scared me.” You say.

“What, a boyfriend can’t be happy that his love is awake after two days?” He asks.

“Was it that long?” You ask.

“Mhm. I’m glad you’re up, I missed you.” He says, kissing your face and neck.

“Missed you more.” You say.

“Impossible.” He says.

“Very possible.” You reply.

He smiles, and brings you to a chair in the dining room.

As he sets you down, he starts to speak. “Since you’re awake…you have much to learn…”

[lilgarbitch]

Running In Circles - Six

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader (ft. Will Ramos😉)

CW: Angst, smoking, heavy tw for relapsing, talk of old addictions, falling back into depression and mania, reckless decisions, smut🤗 (p in v), a little soft switch action if you catch my drift

Word Count: 10k

Author’s Note: DON’T BE MAD! A lot is happening in this chapter, so brace yourselves. And there will be parts that are more fast-paced, but it fits into Y/N’s mental state.

Reader discretion is advised. 18+

Part Five

Y/N

I arrived at the boys’ colossal house, staring at it in awe. I knew they were famous, and there were multiple grown men that lived here, but god damn it was big. Thankfully, that meant I had more room to stay away from those who I didn’t want to see at the moment. 

I texted Matt that I was here, and I almost instantly saw the front door open to him, smiling excitedly. I giggled and began making my way up their stairs and into their house. I was immediately tackled by Finn, who kept saying that he missed me and that he was lost without me here, but I just smiled and hugged him back. 

The nerves were really hitting me now that I was here. People wouldn’t start showing up for at least another hour, so unless I found a place away from everyone, I’d have to deal with more awkward tension, just now inside his house.

I greeted everyone, getting a few compliments on my outfit and complimenting theirs back. I guess they all either did last-minute costume shopping as well or just had outfits from past years. Finn was wearing a Chucky costume, and Cal matched it by wearing a white shirt, leather jacket, and blonde wig, looking like Tiffany. Damien spiked his hair up and found a crazy bowling shirt, looking like Guy Fieri. 

Nick was wearing a leather jacket and jeans with his hair slicked back, I’m assuming going as a greaser. Jolly had a cape on and fake blood dripping down his mouth, looking like a lazy vampire. And then there was Ruffilo and Noah, wearing matching Akatsuki headbands and robes. Something tells me they already had those in their closet. 

After chatting with everyone for a few minutes, Matt grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen that was connected to the living room so I could start doing his makeup. I set all my makeup supplies on the island, laying everything out as he sat in one of the chairs, getting ready. I could hear the boys across the room chatting about all the things they would have set up for the party, making me smile. It was like they were planning a high school party with how excited they were. 

“Okay, so have you decided?” I asked as I pulled everything out of my makeup bag.

“Just do a skull.” I side-eyed him as he answered.

“Dude. We have just over an hour, and you want me to do a skull? How detailed?” 

“As detailed as you can get,” He said, almost challenging me. I scoffed out a laugh and sorted through the supplies, picking out everything I needed. 

I started by giving him a white base before shaping out the details. I struggled to get past his long legs to reach certain areas, having to move around him a lot as I drew in each feature. I even had to hold his face and angle it to the side as I worked, tired of walking back and forth.

“This hurts. Just come here,” he grunted as he grabbed my waist to pull me onto his lap. I gasped in shock at the sudden movement, then laughed. I got myself comfortable, straddling his thighs as I continued working. I rested a hand on his shoulder as I started filling in the details of the teeth, trying to be as steady as possible. After getting the hard part done, I turn to grab a different brush, then get to filling in the eyes and nose. As I was filling in an eye, I heard something slam, cutting off the conversation across the room, and then footsteps walked out of the living room into somewhere deeper in the house. I jumped a little at the sudden noise, turning to look at the group behind me. They all looked a little stunned, and I realized that it was Noah who had made all the noise. Then Ruffilo stood, following wherever Noah went. I just rolled my eyes and went back to working on Matt.

“Hey! Close your eyes, you’re gonna mess it up!” I said as I saw him also looking at everyone. He instantly looked back at me and nodded, shutting his eyes again. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be sitting on my lap..” he whispered so only I could hear. I tsked.

“He’ll survive. I’m almost done anyway.” I whispered as I worked on finishing the nose. 

Finally, I dusted on some setting powder so it wouldn’t smudge and slid off his lap. He looked at me, silently asking if it looked good, and I just smiled at my work. For rushing, I did a good fucking job! I told him I was done and started packing up all my makeup as he ran to show the other boys my work. 

“What the fuck! I should’ve gotten her to do mine!” Cal yelled, making me laugh loud enough so they could hear me. 

“Calum, come here! I’ll give you some finishing touches,” I shouted. I heard footsteps running towards me, and I looked up to see Cal sitting in the chair Matt was in. I don’t know why he tried using face paint for basic makeup, but I’m going to do my best to fix it. 

After giving him a quick smokey eye, a dark lip, and the signature mole that he had forgotten, people started showing up, so I shooed him away to join everyone. 

I quickly asked Finn where I could toss my bag, not wanting it messed with, and he told me to have Jolly show me his room where he was keeping all of his things. Jolly then led me to where his room was located before returning to greet the guests. 

I walked into his room and found Finn’s things, setting my makeup bag on top of them. I turned around to head back to everyone, closing his bedroom door behind me. I began to walk back before hearing hushed voices near the end of the hallway.

“It’s pissing me the fuck off,” A low voice said, I’m assuming Noah.

“You pissed her off first. You know this is just her getting back at you.” Ruffilo replied. I had to hold back a snicker. I continue my way back down to everyone else, not wanting to eavesdrop too much. It’s not my problem anyway. 

I grab my mask that I sat at the counter and go to sit down with Finn, Damien, and Nick as we wait for more people to show up.

The house was packed with people, some showing up in costumes, some just here to have a good time. I had a few drinks in me, making the anxiety ease more and more with every sip. I haven’t run into Noah again since earlier, but I also haven’t run into anyone in a while. I was sitting at the kitchen island, people-watching and sipping on my mixed drink. Everyone was having a blast, and I can’t say I wasn’t, but I was getting bored. 

I tossed my mask back on and moved towards the now cleared-out dining room, where everyone was dancing. I tried to look for a familiar face, but there were at least a hundred people here, and I only knew eight of them. I start dancing to the music, getting the alcohol to flow through my body and ease the nerves. I feel a hand on my waist and turn to see someone dressed as Freddy Kreuger smirking down at me. He was pretty cute; he had shoulder-length hair, the pieces that framed the face were lighter than the rest, a full beard, and a sweet smile. I knew he couldn’t see my face, but I still smiled back before I started dancing with him.

The music wasn’t slow, but slow enough for us to move our bodies in sync with it. His hands were gently holding onto my hips as they moved with his. I held my hands against the back of his, holding him close to me. It felt weird, neither if us knowing who the other was, but I enjoyed how charming yet seductive he was being. Slowly a hand moved closer towards my stomach, pressing me into him more. We were moving like I was in control, but the way he held me, he had more power.

After a few songs and neither of us speaking, something caught my eye. I glance over and see someone with their arm hooked over a girl’s shoulders as they lead her up the stairs. But the person was someone with short hair and an Akatsuki costume. As hypocritical as it was, jealousy started burning inside me. I did my best to ignore it while dancing with the unknown Freddy Krueger, but it just wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Is he really taking her to his room right now? Yeah, I’ve danced with guys since we’ve fought, even flirted a little, but I haven’t done anything else. I haven’t even kissed anyone. And he’s going to sleep with her?

I couldn’t take the jealousy and rage in my body anymore. I softly turned and patted the unknown man’s shoulder as a goodbye before slipping out of his grasp. Maybe I’ll meet him again and actually speak to him, but right now, I couldn’t. 

I squeezed my way through the crowd of people, doing everything I could to keep my emotions in check before I finally reached the front door. I sneak out of the house as fast as I can and hide out of sight towards the side of the house. I crouch down and take off my mask, starting to hyperventilate. 

Why am I freaking out? Did I really expect to be the only one allowed to move on after the argument? Did I actually think ignoring him would make him apologize? So why am I getting nauseous over the thought of him sleeping with someone else? I mean, Fuck! It’s his birthday, for fuck’s sake! He deserves this. And I deserve this after how I treated him. 

I let out a groan and dropped my head into my hands. Suddenly, I’m pulled out of my thoughts by footsteps approaching me. I look up and see a skull face.

“Babe, what happened?” Matt asked as he crouched down to my level. I just shook my head in response. 

“I watched you push through everyone like there was a fire. Obviously, something is wrong.” He continued. 

“I shouldn’t have come. It’s not my place. After the fight, I should’ve known that I needed to stay away until everything went back to normal.” I spoke softly, not caring if he heard or not.

“What? What the hell are you talking about? Did someone say something?” He was getting more concerned, and I felt terrible, but I couldn’t let him know. I couldn’t say it out loud, knowing how hypocritical I was being.

“Can…Can you just take me back to my hotel?” I asked sheepishly. I felt terrible to take him away from everyone, but I didn’t want to wait for an Uber. He looked down at me, concerned, before nodding.

“Yeah, let me just go grab your bag. Take my keys, and meet me in the car.” He said wearily before handing me his keys and quickly heading back inside. I grabbed everything I set on the ground and stood up, stalking towards his van. By the time I made it, he was running up behind me. 

He handed me my bag as we both entered the van. I plopped back into the seat and sighed, staring out the window. I desperately wanted to ask if he heard anything while grabbing my bag, but I knew I couldn’t handle the answer. My stomach was already turning at the pain from just imagining it. I couldn’t handle knowing the truth.

We finally pulled off and started heading back to my hotel. He was fidgeting, like he was forcing himself not to do something, probably ask me more questions. 

“I’m sorry to pull you away from the party. It seems like all I’ve been doing since we met was pull you away from the boys,” I mumbled. He glanced at me with a worried look before turning back to the road. 

“Don’t say that. You’re going through a weird time, and I want to help. I see them enough. I enjoy spending time with you and have come to really care about you, so I’ll always be there if you need me.” I just sunk deeper into the seat. I wanted to go home. I should’ve just gone home. Maybe it could’ve cleared my head before I had to return to touring. 

Suddenly, a scent infiltrates my nose, probably caused by it being soaked into both of our clothes from the party, bringing me back to every other time I’ve felt like this. Like I wanted to rot away in bed. The smell only triggered the nostalgia in times like this, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from taking over. I missed it. I needed it.

“Can we stop at a convenience store real quick?” I ask him. He looked at me confused but agreed. After a few minutes, he pulls into the parking lot of a store.

“Just wait here. It’ll only take a second,” I tell him before slipping out of the car and making my way into the store. 

I walk towards the registers and stare at the wall behind it, weighing my decisions. After a moment or two, the cashier walks over and asks what I want. 

“American Spirits blue and,” I pause to grab a lighter from the stand, sliding it in front of me, “This, too.” 

She rings me up, and I quickly grab my items before heading back to the car. Matt gives me a confused look, glancing down at the pack in my hands, then back up at me. 

“You smoke?” He asked.

“Used to.” was all I said before I turned back to face out the window. I felt his eyes stay on me. He probably wanted to say something but then decided against it as he turned the car back on and made our way back to the hotel.

A few minutes later, we reached the hotel. I give him a quick ‘thanks’ and tell him to go back to having fun at the party. He gives me a sad look but just says ‘goodbye’ and to stay safe, before driving off. 

I stay outside and wait for him to drive out of sight before walking over to a bench outside the hotel. I set my things down beside me and just stared at the pack of cigarettes in my hand. It took me months to get rid of the cravings the last time I touched these, but I always came back. There was always an event that led my thoughts right back to desperately craving them. 

I pull one out and set the pack next to me with the rest of my stuff. I eye the lone cigarette for a few seconds, internally debating if this was the choice I wanted to make. But honestly, It was already in my hands, and it was nowhere near as bad as the other things my ex got me hooked on, so I placed it between my lips and lit it. It instantly produced the sweet nostalgic smell I always missed. I inhaled, held for a second, and then exhaled. 

It tasted like home. Like the times where I searched for one, looking for that feeling of safety. It reminded me of dealing with Chris. How I always had one in my hand as I slowly weaned off other things. God, Finn is going to be so pissed at me. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t in the mood to please others at the moment. I needed to take care of myself. 

I finished off the cigarette, tossing it into the trash. I grabbed my things and made my way to my hotel room, just wanting to lie down.

I slept off and on the whole night. Every time I woke up, I’d just start crying again. It wasn’t even over the situation with Noah. All the feelings I dealt with in the past came crashing back down. How seeing the man I told I needed time for, walking away with another woman, brought back memories of Chris. How dumb I was for falling back into this hole of self pity and self destruction. Even reliving all the pain I’ve dealt with in the last 5 years, yearning for a man who I thought would never know me, only to never actually take a chance to know me once we finally met. I hadn’t moved an inch since I laid here when I got back, other than to toss and turn. 

I heard my phone chiming every once in a while, but I just turned it off. I didn’t want to do this, but every time the depression came back, especially this hard, I couldn’t control it. I either secluded myself or made dumb decisions. In the past, the boys watched over me to make sure it didn’t get too bad, but this time, I was allowed to let it take over.

It was now two in the afternoon, and I desperately needed to get a shower. I ran through every idea in the book to convince me to actually do something. I didn’t want to see friends, so that wouldn’t work. I didn’t want to take a walk to look at the places in the city. I didn’t want to do anything but lay here.

That’s when I really noticed how uncomfortable I was in my outfit from last night. The fishnets dug into me, and my makeup was so smeared and caked up from sleeping in it that it felt like I shoved my face in dirt. I tried to ignore it, but I felt so disgusting that I just had to push myself out of bed. 

I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself, grimacing at my appearance. I debated if I could just get away with makeup wipes and a change of clothes, but I realized I was already here, standing in front of the shower, so why not? 

After a shower that lasted about an hour, sitting on the floor most of it, I finally got out and started getting dressed. I looked through my clothes, trying to find something comfy to wear, but there wasn’t much that peaked my interest. I could toss on pajamas and just rot in bed, or I could put on something that might make me feel good about myself. Then it hit me. Shopping. Spending money. New things. That’s what I needed.

I spent a good three hours shopping, moving from store to store, getting anything I thought would make me look good. I landed on a specific dress (more like a lingerie piece), and that led me to where I was now—getting ready to hit up a club. I mean, I was in L.A. for fucks sake. I’m taking advantage of the scene. 

Plus, I needed to keep myself on my feet unless I wanted to fall back into a hole of self-pity. So, I was currently doing my hair and makeup to look as hot as possible, needing to look better than I feel right now. 

I finally turned my phone back on and answered a few messages, mainly just letting Finn and Matt know that I was okay. I had more from the other boys, but I figured those two could let the rest know that I was still alive. 

Once I felt like I looked good, I ordered my Uber and grabbed all my stuff to head downstairs and wait for it. While waiting, I smoked a few cigs. It felt so good to feel the nicotine coursing through my blood again. I was genuinely excited to go somewhere by myself again. It almost never happened, as at least one of my boys always wanted to tag along, mostly for my safety but also because they were party animals. But tonight was for me. I needed to let go and do something for me and only me. 

I see my Uber pull up and quickly put out my cigarette before hopping in. I greeted the driver, and we made our way to the club. The drive wasn’t too long, so we just chatted about how our days were and how the city was treating us before we pulled up outside the club. I gave him my thanks and got out.

I could hear the music blasting as I walked through the doors. It was only eight P.M., so it wasn’t going to get crazy for a while, but it was still packed. 

I make my way to the bar and order myself a drink, not really caring about waiting for someone to buy me one this time. I needed alcohol pumping through me as soon as possible if I wanted to truly have fun tonight. And I regrettably left the alcohol on the bus, which was probably getting drained by the boys at this moment, so pregaming wasn’t an option. 

Once the bartender handed me my drink, I bee-lined to the dance floor. I’ve been dancing so much lately, and I loved it. I found a group of girls and stayed close to them as everyone danced to the music. The music and alcohol flowed through my body, and I felt amazing. The girls danced with me with giant smiles on their faces, none of us having spoken before, just relishing in having a good time tonight. Maybe it was because it was L.A. or that none of these people knew my face, but I really enjoyed just letting myself go on the dancefloor and have no one watching me. Maybe I need to move out here someday. The people were sweeter than those in New York, and it wasn’t crazy to spot someone more known on the streets, so you weren’t bombarded by fans when all you wanted to do was get a slice of pizza. 

The music finally switched over to slower songs, and it was almost like they were waiting as I instantly had a guy come over and dance with me. I won’t lie, I was a little tired of dancing with random guys, especially after the whole debacle last night, but I decided to enjoy it for a song before I got a new drink.

I didn’t even turn to see what he looked like, I just swayed my hips with the music, and he held on for the ride. He was getting a little handsy, but nothing too bad, so I let him be. Then, he started getting a little too close to a tit, so I decided if I wanted to deal with all of that, I definitely needed another drink. I slipped away from him and snuck into the crowd of people, heading towards the bar. There were a lot of people waiting for drinks, and I debated for a minute if I wanted to wait in line or just come back. I was starting to crave another cig, so I decided to just come back. 

I made my way out to the patio, where everyone else was smoking. Only four people were there, so it wasn’t cramped as I slipped outside. I dug around in my purse, looking for what I needed. I quickly checked the time and saw that it was somehow already eleven. Guess it’s going to be a late night for me, but I’m having fun, so who cares? 

I pull out the pack and a lighter, taking one before putting it back in my purse. I feel someone slip by me as I light my cigarette, so I move out of their way. Taking a puff, I hear a quiet ‘shit’ and multiple clicks of a lighter. Easily catching on, I take another hit and pass them my lighter, not even glancing their way. I hear them light their cigarette, taking a quick puff, before handing the lighter back to me. I finally look at them as I reach out.

“Oh!” I say, a little shocked. His eyes focused on me a little better, trying to see if he knew me. Then shock spreads across his face.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were in L.A.!” Will exclaimed. It took me a few moments to answer, still stunned that the man I had been occasionally chatting with after looking up to him for a few years was right in front of my eyes.

“Oh my god! Yeah, we’re all on break for a week, and they decided to stay in L.A.” I take another hit before leaning against the railing, “What are you doing here?”

“We’re staying with a friend for a few days. Yo, that’s crazy that we both ended up here at the same time.” He mimicked my actions, leaning against the railing as he spoke. 

“In L.A. and at this club!“ I continued, “Are you here with the band?”

“Yeah. They wanted to do something fun tonight, so they dragged me here, but I’m not too much of a fan of clubs so I’ve just been a wallflower the whole night. What about you? Is your band here?” I shake my head.

“Nah, I was finally able to have some alone time with them staying at the Bad Omens abode and figured I should also go out and meet new people since those idiots are all I see nowadays,” I laugh out. 

“So, are you having fun? Meet any new people?” He asks. He took another puff of his cigarette, and when he went to flick off the ash, I just barely noticed his eyes trailing down my body. I forgot how much skin I was showing in this ‘dress.’

“Fun? Yes. Meeting people? No. I just came out here because some weirdo was getting a little handsy on the dance floor, so I wanted to step away for a bit. And the bar is packed.” I laughed out. He chuckled, but I could tell his mind wasn’t as focused as it could be as his eyes trailed over my tattoos, most of them on display. 

“Well, I’m happy to be the person you meet tonight,” He finally says, snapping out of his trance. I giggled and finished my cigarette, ashing it out and tossing it in the ashtray they had out here. 

“I am really happy to see you. I’ve been thinking of a good time to plan a meet-up, but it probably wasn’t going to happen for a while because of tour, so I’m glad I got to run into you here.” He nodded as he finished his cig, doing the same.

“No yeah, I agree. Ever since I saw that video and started chatting with you, I knew you’d be fun to hang out with. Maybe sometime this week, we can make plans and either do that vocal lesson I promised, or just hang out.” He gave me his signature smile, making me mirror it. 

“I’d really like that. I didn’t have much planned this week. All I knew was that I needed to do stuff myself and not with everyone I was going to spend the next three months with.” I replied. He nodded with a sweet smile before glancing inside, remembering where we were. 

“Come on, let me buy you a drink. You’re the most fun I’ve had all night, and I don’t want this conversation to end just yet.” I agreed, so we made our way back inside. He had a hand on my lower back as we walked to the bar. I felt heat rush to my cheeks as he held it there while we waited. Hey, I never said I didn’t have a small crush on him, so this was definitely getting my heart racing.

We ordered our drinks and just chatted about what our bands were up to and what we’d done the past few days as we waited for them to be made. I told him about the party last night, obviously leaving out the ending, to which he replied by complimenting my costume, saying that he had never seen such a hot Ghost Face. I gave him a shy smile and a small ‘thank you.’

“By the way, you also look absolutely amazing tonight,” He added, using this as a chance to confidently graze his eyes over my body once more. The compliments and looks were hitting my ego and core, so all I could give him was another shy ‘thanks,’ hoping the lights hid the blush that I could feel creeping over my body. 

Our drinks finally arrived, and I thanked Will and the bartender. We walked away from the bar and towards one of the walls, probably where he had been standing the whole night. We continued talking and sipping our drinks, occasionally laughing at what the other said. I didn’t know what to do with my hands or mouth when I wasn’t talking, as I was still a little starstruck that I was chatting with him, so I accidentally finished my drink pretty quick. He didn’t seem to notice, but I could feel the alcohol coursing through my veins, giving me a boost of confidence that I definitely needed right now. 

And just in time, another slower song started playing. I glanced out at the dance floor, then back at Will. He looked so good and all I wanted to do was dance tonight, so courage took over as I set my now empty drink down and took his hand, leading him to the dance floor. It spooked him for a second, but he quickly gave in. I finally stop once we’re deep enough in the sea of people. He leaned down to my ear to speak.

“I’m not a good dancer,” he said before pulling his head back. I just laughed and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him back down until I reached his ear. 

“Just follow my lead.” 

I turned around and pressed my body against his before reaching behind, grabbing his hands, and placing them on my hips. He tensed for a moment, seemingly shocked at how quickly I was getting into it, but eventually eased into me. I leaned back into his chest and swayed my hips. I felt his hands tighten on my waist as our hips made contact, making me smirk. 

We moved our bodies to the music perfectly. I had been dancing a lot the past month, but no one fitted against me as well as Will did. He let me take control and just went along with the movement of my body. 

Soon, his hands started moving up, stopping at the bottom of my ribs as he lost himself in the music and dance. I sneakily pressed into him more as he did so, causing me to feel a rumble in his chest, probably from a groan. Then, I pulled my signature move. I placed a hand on top of one of his and hooked the other behind me to rest against his neck, pulling us closer. His head dropped and landed on my shoulder as our bodies fit into each other’s like a glove. I continued moving my hips to the music, occasionally pressing into his more, and every time I did, he’d let out a low growl, the sound shooting right to my core. It was almost like he was taming himself. But that just made this more fun to me. 

I let my head drop back into his shoulder, us now fitting together like two puzzle pieces. His hands slid in towards my stomach, and he pressed my body even closer to his. I felt him growing against my ass, and I had to bite back a whimper. More than anything did I want to grab his hand and drag it lower, but I wasn’t going to be that girl who did this at a club, especially if anything got out about this. Almost as if he read my mind, he lifted his head to speak. 

“Let’s get out of here.” He rasps into my ear. All I could do was nod in response. 

——

We managed to mostly keep our hands to ourselves the whole ride back to the hotel. Nothing happened besides a hand on my thigh and our hearts racing until we reached my hotel room. The second I opened the door, and we entered, he pushed me against the back of it, slamming it closed and making me giggle. His lips instantly attached to mine as my hands landed on his sides, pulling him close. His hands traveled down my body before reaching my ass, kneading it. The kiss was a mess, teeth clashing and giggles spilling through. I reached my arms up and around his neck, holding him close as his hands slid down to my thighs, tapping one to signal me to jump. My legs immediately hooked around his hips as he pressed me further into the door. 

Now, at the perfect angle, he pushed his hips into mine, causing both of us to groan at the incredible friction it caused. I pulled away and started trailing kisses down his jaw and onto his neck. He threw his head to the side once I reached the spot that was most sensitive, so I kept nibbling at it. His hips bucked into mine once I started working on leaving a mark as he let out beautiful, airy moans. 

He pulled me away from the door and carried me to the bed, dropping me on it. I bounced as I fell and giggled, looking up at him. His eyes were dark, but he still had his sweet smile on his lips, using the moment of me laid out in front of him to officially take in my appearance.

“That fucking dress. This would’ve never happened if you didn’t wear this goddamn dress,” He growled, bringing an arm down to trail over my body, “I almost want you to keep it on, but that’s no fun.” 

He leaned down to hover over me, crashing his lips back into mine. A hand traveled down my body, sliding under my dress and lifting it up as it moved back up and over my frame. My hands reached around him, pulling on the back of his shirt, wanting him to take it off. Getting the signal, he briefly stood and pulled his shirt off before coming back down and attaching his lips to my neck. The hand that wasn’t holding him up was moving up my stomach, so I arched my back so the dress could pull up as his hand reached my breast. He gently caressed it as he attacked my neck. I needed more. 

My hands traveled up his chest and around his neck as a leg hooked around his hip, pulling his body weight into me. He let out a groan into the crook of my neck as I did my best to grind my hips against his under the weight. He nipped at my shoulder as I worked on getting any relieving friction. 

He pulled away from me, making a whimper escape my throat, as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the ground. He crawled into the bed and leaned up against the pillows before reaching over and grabbing me, pulling me into his lap. I gasped and giggled at how simple it was for him to ragdoll me around. 

I looked down at him with my hands on his shoulders once I was settled in his lap. His hands were on my hips, gripping them with the only restraint he had left. He crashed his lips into mine again and instantly started rocking my hips against his, causing moans to spew out and into each other’s mouths. I did my best to match his movements, but my hips shuttered every time I felt the perfect amount of pressure on the desperate bundle of nerves, my piercing doing its job and adding more. I had to pull away from the kiss and drop my head into the crook of his neck as I did my best to control my breathing in between gasps and moans. I quickly leaned back and finished taking off the now hitched up dress, wanting to feel his skin on mine before returning to the position I was in before. I couldn’t tell if he liked me being on top or if he enjoyed being able to use me like a toy, but I didn’t care. Between the movement, the friction of us both still in our underwear, and his bitten back moans in my ear, I was already so close. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and dug my face deep into them as I felt the knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter. My mind was so focused on the feeling that I let him take complete control again, gliding my hips against his with ease. 

“Come on, precious,” He growled as he started leaving sloppy kisses on my shoulders, “Cum for me.” 

As if my body was unable to disobey a command, I was instantly thrown over the edge. I held onto him tighter as my body tensed, and a loud, airy moan escaped my lips. He didn’t stop his movements, just gradually slowed down to let me ride out the high. I did my best to control my breathing as electricity shot through my body. He finally eased to a stop and just pulled me close to him as I came down from my high.

Once I fully recovered, I lifted my head from his neck and looked at him. His eyes were still full of lust, and the grip on my hips forcefully held me against his rock-hard cock. This was nowhere near over. I bit my lip before speaking.

“Condom?” I sheepishly asked. He looked at me a little wide-eyed, probably shocked that I was already wanting to continue, but then he pointed towards his jeans that laid on the floor.

I swiftly leaned over the side of the bed and rummaged through his pockets, his hand gripping my thighs to keep me balanced. Eventually, I saw a small sliver of foil peeking out from his wallet, so I slid it out and sat back up and onto his lap. I ripped open the package but then set it beside me as I looked back into his eyes. He was just watching me, mouth slightly ajar. My hands moved to the waistband of his boxers, fingers hooking into them. We both lifted ourselves slightly so I could pull them down. Once far enough down, his rock hard member sprung up, the tip bright red and leaking precum. I just had to touch it, so I bit my lip and wrapped my hand around it, causing Will’s head to fall back with a groan. I softly giggled as I started moving my hand up and down. His hands landed on the tops of my thighs, gripping them, trying to ground himself. I only gave it a few strokes, before pulling away to grab the condom. The second I pulled away, he looked back at me, catching his breath. His eyes trailed down to my hands, following them as I slid the condom onto him, with a whimper escaping his lips as I rolled it on. 

Using his shoulders as leverage, I lifted myself up to hover over him. I had completely forgotten about the fabric still between us until his hands slid around me, pushing my panties to the side from behind as he held a grip on my ass.. With both of us watching where we met, I slowly lowered myself onto him. A soft gasp let my lips as I felt him stretch me. Slowly but surely, I eased myself down, taking in the stretch the best I could. 

I looked back up at him once our hips finally met, and a whimper erupted in my throat as I saw him, eyes closed with his head thrown back, taking in the feeling. Once the pressure subsided, I started moving up and down. His eyes shot open, and he let out a groan as I moved, his hands immediately sliding to my hips. Something took over me, and I reached down, lacing my fingers with his before lifting them above his head and holding them against the wall behind him as I sped up my movements. His head shot up, and he looked at me a little shocked, but I just crashed my lips back into his, moaning into his mouth. 

He instantly faltered to the dominance and let me take over, whimpering and moaning underneath me. God, this was the hottest thing I’ve ever did. I pulled away from the kiss and started trailing sloppy kisses down his neck. 

“Oh..f-fuck..” He moaned out. He was like a puddle in my hands, and I loved it.

An array of sinful noises clouded the room, his being louder than mine as I nipped and sucked love bites all over his neck. The sounds he made just got messier and messier, and I could sense that he was reaching his breaking point. I felt him twitch inside of me, signaling that he was close, so without changing my speed, I took one of his hands in my hold and placed it on my chest before dragging it down until it reached between my legs. Immediately understanding, he began rubbing my clit with what little brain power he had left, gasping at the feeling of my piercing but being too out of it to make a comment.

I leaned back so that every time I came back down, he was hitting me right where I needed him to. Between that, him rubbing me, and the chorus of whimpers and moans that escaped us both, we both got closer and closer to our climax. 

“I- fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” He whimpered out between moans. The knot in my stomach was seconds away from snapping.

“Me too, baby. Cum for me.” Saying that immediately sent him over the edge, me following seconds later. 

We were so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if I got noise complaints. I tried my best to keep moving, but it came over me so intense all I could do was fall into his chest again. He wrapped both arms around me, holding me tight as he rutted into me a few times, each one shooting more pleasure and electricity through my nerves. 

We finally both stilled, other than our heavy breathing. We were both holding onto each other for dear life until our minds cleared. Slowly, our bodies relaxed, but neither of us showed any sign of moving. We just held each other close, catching our breaths. 

He started leaving soft kisses on my shoulder, so I took that as a sign to finally move off of him. With a groan from both of us at the feeling, I slowly lifted myself off of him and laid down beside him, exhausted. He quickly got up and disposed of the condom before coming back and joining me. I giggled as he slid himself under the covers, pulling them over me. 

The crash from all the energy I let out today was officially approaching, and I could feel myself start to drift off. He took notice and pulled us together, wrapping an arm over me. 

“Goodnight, my little petal,” He said before leaving a kiss on my temple. I giggled at the new nickname before nuzzling in closer to him, a little cold from being almost completely bare. 

“By the way, you’re fucking hot when you’re in control,” He whispered, making me bust out laughing. 

“Noted,” I said with a fading giggle before letting myself drift off.

I blinked open my eyes, raising a hand to wipe the crusties that had formed over them, before realizing it was actually my makeup that I had slept in. Then, I noticed the soft snoring beside me and looked over to see a bare-chested Will. 

Oh fuck. I didn’t. I mean, I know I did. I remember it perfectly, but my now clear mind can’t believe I let the alcohol and lust take over last night. You just had to bring Will home out of all people? You’re supposed to be making things in your life less awkward. God damnit, Y/N. You keep fucking shit up when you’re in this state.

I went to sit up, trying my best not to wake him, but he immediately stirred in his sleep. His snores slowly stopped, and eventually his eyes opened. He groaned as he raised a hand to his eyes, shielding them from the light before he realized where he was. 

His hand immediately dropped, and he looked at me, shocked. I couldn’t help but anxiously chew on my lip, waiting for him to say something. But instead, he just started laughing. 

“Boy, am I glad to see you and not some random chick.” He finally said. I lightly smacked his arm, a small smile forming on my face. 

“Not funny, Will. What the hell happened?” He suppressed his laughs before turning over and facing me.

“They made strong ass drinks, is what happened,” He teased before a shocked look covered his face, “Wait! Not that I had to be drunk to sleep with you! I jus-“

I cut him off by laughing and pushing his shoulder. 

“I know what you mean.”

“Okay, I’ll just shut up now.” I shook my head, giggling, before standing up from the bed and walking over to my clothes, throwing in something warm and comfy, as the chill morning air was freezing my almost naked body. 

After getting clothes on, I turned back around to Will, who was staring at me, almost in a trance. I snapped my fingers a few times, smirking.

“Will. Eyes up here,” I said with a giggle. He finally came back to reality and chuckled.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about that goddamn dress,” He groaned out as he fell back onto the bed. I walked over and sat at the edge of his bed, where his legs were. He noticed my more serious demeanor and sat up.

“So… I hope you know that this wasn-“

“No, no. I completely agree. Yes, you’re extremely attractive, but, in the nicest way possible, I never even saw you that way before last night, and I think it was both the alcohol and how insanely good you are at dancing,” He softly laughed out as he leaned forward and put a hand on mine, “One time thing. We can act like it never even happened.”

“One time thing,” I repeated. He nodded, staring at me with a serious look.

“Y/N, all I really wanted was to be your friend. So, if you promise that this doesn’t make anything weird, then we’re friends and only friends, okay?” I immediately nodded.

“I completely agree. I knew we got along really well… Maybe a little too well, “ I say, chuckling, “But I truly just wanted to be your friend. The past few days were really weird days for me and I may have made decisions that I normally wouldn’t make, but as long as you’re okay with leaving it behind, then I am too.”

“Absolutely. But I still wanna hang out with you this week before we both go back to our normal lives.” He offered.

“As long as you put some clothes on,” I teased. He looked down at himself, before chuckling and standing up, grabbing his clothes from last night and tossing them back on. 

“Oh, fuck. I completely left the guys at the club without telling them anything.” He scrambled to grab his phone, opening and checking his messages, before laughing, “They said that they saw me leaving with, and I quote, ‘a hot ass chick, so have fun.”

I just shook my head, giggling. I guess I got exactly what I was looking for last night. If only I was in a better mind and didn’t go out looking to wake up in bed with someone. I guess I’m lucky that it was him and not some random person. 

“You wanna grab breakfast then head over to where we’re staying and run a small vocal lesson like I promised? They have a studio there.” He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, let me just fix…this,” I said, gesturing over my entire head, making him laugh. 

We both thanked the Uber driver and hopped out, heaving up to another large house. I’m coming to realize that’s just how L.A. is, especially spending time with musicians. But we also weren’t too far from where the boys lived, so maybe it’s just this part of town. 

My nerves were eating at me, but I tried my best to hide it. I was about to meet the rest of Lorna Shore. I have listened to them for years, fascinated by the music they created, and I was about to meet the geniuses behind it all. I know, being a musician myself, that I shouldn’t treat them any differently, but I can’t stop myself from freaking out like I was meeting an idol, because I technically was. 

We step through the doors, and I take a look around. This place looked so much more put together than the Bad Omens’ house, but then again, that was purely taken care of by four boys who were rarely home. 

Will walks in further, trying to find a sign of anyone else in the house, so I close the door and follow him. We reach the kitchen and find Austin and Adam. I stared, stunned for a few moments as the three boys greeted each other but thankfully snapped out of it once they turned to me. 

“I’m Y/N..It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I greet, trying my best not to be weird, but I don’t think it was working. 

“Oh shit! Wait! You’re the girl from the video!” He exclaimed, making me blush a little and nod. I guess the whole band saw the video. 

“Yeah, Will promised me some vocal lessons, so when we ran into each other last night, he figured we could do that..today..” I trailed off as both Austin and Adam’s eyes widened and looked between us.

“Last night?” Adam asked both of us before staring at Will, who shrunk into himself.

“Don’t talk about it! It never happened!” He said as he raised his hands in defense. 

“Well, you’re gonna need to do a little more to prove that,” Austin said, pointing towards Will’s neck, making Will reach a hand up and cover it. 

“We’re gonna head up to the studio,” Will rushed out as he turned, grabbed my arm, and pulled me away from them. 

“Remember, this isn’t our house!” Adam shouted towards us as we made our way to said studio. 

We reached the room, and Will closed the door behind me. I looked around the room in complete awe. It was a beautiful studio. I never even asked whose house we were at, but they had an amazing collection of guitars, a huge drum set, and a gorgeous sound booth set up. 

“I guess you’re liking Dave’s studio,” he laughed. I turned to him with a confused look. 

“Dave?” I asked.

“Pérez,” he said, causing my face to immediately shift to shock.

“I’m in Davier Pérez’s fucking house right now?” I almost yelled. He laughed at my reaction.

“I didn’t realize you knew DevilDriver. Yeah, he’s Austin’s buddy.” I just stared at him.

“I can’t do this. It’s bad enough that I just met two members of Lorna Shore, but now I’m gonna have to meet the drummer of DevilDriver because now I’m in his house without his knowledge.” He just laughed at me. 

“First off, I didn’t realize you were that big of a fan, and second, you literally slept with a member of Lorna Shore. So, I think you’re okay. No need to freak out.” I smacked his shoulder at the last part, making him laugh more before continuing, “Come on, let’s get to work.” 

He walked over to the control board and sat down before turning to me. I followed him but looked at him confused when he sat down. 

“Why are we over here?” I asked.

“Get in,” he replied, motioning towards the sound booth. I looked at him, even more confused.

“But..how is that gonna help with lessons?” 

“I wanna hear your isolated vocals. You’ll still hear the music through the headphones, but I’ll only hear you,” he said with a smirk. Suddenly, I regretted coming here. 

“But-I haven’t even warmed up..I uh.. what if they’re not good?” I asked, getting a little nervous.

“Well, that’s kinda the whole point of lessons. To make you better. And you’ll be fine. It’s been what, three days since you did a show? You won’t hurt yourself doing this,” he answered like it was obvious. 

I looked between him and the sound booth, debating if I was willing to embarrass myself in front of him, but once I remembered that I was literally naked in front of him last night, I just thought, ‘fuck it,’ and walked in. 

I close the door behind me and stand in front of the microphone. Seeing the headphones hanging off of them, I put them on and turned to look at Will through the glass. He leaned forward and pressed a button, I guess so I could hear him. 

“What song will it be?” he asked. What song am I least likely to fuck up? 

“Uh..you pick,” I spoke into the mic. He laughed at my answer.

“There’s no way you know every Lorna Shore song,” he teased, making me blush. I opened my mouth to retort back but couldn’t think of anything, “Okay. I’ll just play ‘To the Hellfire’ since that’s one of our easiest ones, and I know, for sure, that you know that one.” 

He hit random ass buttons, obviously knowing how a control board worked. I heard a second of the beginning of the song before he paused it, flicking a few controls before turning back to me. My stomach was in my ass with nerves, but there was no going back now. 

“This is all so new to me. I have no fucking clue what’s happening. Every time we recorded anything, we were just told to play, and they did most of the work,” I quickly said into the mic. He laughed and shook his head before pressing the button that let me hear him. 

“Calm down. I’m the only one who will hear you. Now, I am recording you, but only for us to go back and work on what needs help. Are you okay with that?” I nodded in response, so he continued, “Alright. I’m gonna count you down, and then you do the rest.” 

He watched me for my response, but I just nodded again. It was mainly to myself, trying to convince myself that everything was fine and that I could do this. 

He hovered his hand over a button, keeping his eyes on me. He raised the other, holding up a three, two, and then one. Then, the music started. I took a deep and closed my eyes, trying to channel my inner Will as the intro played out. I started off with my best goblin scream as I sang along. I did my best to remember the notes I had written down years ago, analyzing when to switch screams and which ones to switch into. 

After a minute, I lifted my hands to the headphones, pulling one off my ear since I couldn’t hear myself but pressing the other side closer to the other so I could hear every note that Will hit, racking my memory so I knew when to reach each one. 

I’ve never been so focused. It wasn’t until I was towards the end that I realized I wasn’t moving around as much as I usually do. I dropped my hands and shook out my body, getting ready for the last few lines.

With a deep breath, I hit the lowest guttural I could for ‘My final breath,’ switching to a tunnel goblin for ‘Swallowed by the womb of,’ then my lowest tunnel for ‘death.’ I sang the next two lines with more of a pig squeal, ending with a tunnel. Then, it was time for the main act. 

I contorted my body as I did the best snorts and squeals I could before ending with a goblin, holding it out the longest I could. I finally opened my eyes once the music ended and turned to Will, who was sitting back in his chair with a smile on his face. He leaned forward and pressed the button so I could hear him talk.

“Get the fuck out here,” He laughed. I took the headphones off and exited the sound booth. I looked at him, anxiously chewing on my lip, waiting to hear his opinion. 

“Dude,” He paused to laugh and rub his face, “How in the fuck have you never taken lessons for shit like this? Hearing that through a fucking phone was nothing compared to hearing that right in front of me.”

“So it was good?” I asked sheepishly. He laughed harder before standing. 

“Don’t be mad, but I’ll be right back. Wait right here,” he said before leaving the room. I watched him, confused, before sitting down in the chair he was in to wait for him. 

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I pulled it out and saw that Matt had texted me. 

Matty- HELLO????

Matty- WILL’S STORY???

Confused, I immediately switched over to Instagram and typed in Will’s username, clicking on his story. He had posts of him and the band at the club last night, but the last post was a video of me in the sound booth, singing. It was muted, thank god, but he wrote, ‘I got the next deathcore vocalist right here. I can’t wait for yall to hear what she can do.’

I know I should be mad, but having him say these things about me made me realize that maybe I didn’t have a reason to hide this. Maybe I should follow my dreams and do more harsh vocals. 

I got pulled out of my thoughts to the door opening, and six guys piled into the room. I immediately stood up, ready to greet those that I hadn’t met yet. Will introduced me to Andrew, Moke, and Dave before walking past me to the control board. He turned to me before speaking. 

“Now, I do need your permission to show them this, but I need you to know that this was fucking insane, and I just have to show someone, is that okay?” I looked at him, stunned, before nodding. He gave me a smile before hitting a few buttons. My isolated vocals started playing through the speakers, and I couldn’t help but make a face at how high the quality was, revealing every mistake I made. It was impossible for my vocal range to sound anything near Will’s since I had a more feminine range, but if Will liked it, I guess it was good enough.

I turned to the men behind me, and they were all looking at me shocked, with Andrew, Moke, and Austin making an impressed stank face, showing that they were really into it. I turned back to Will, and he gave me a proud smile. 

Finally, once the song was over and the room quieted down, they all just looked at me stunned, making me shrink into myself at the attention. 

“Holy fuck,” Austin finally said, causing the rest of them to agree in a chorus. 

“Now, it’s not perfect, but that’s because she’s singing a cover and learned everything on her own. But, if she wrote her own shit and used these vocals, oh my fucking god, dude,” Will said to them, chuckling at the end. I had no idea what to add to this. I could accept compliments on my outfits or my music now, but this was an entirely new territory for me.  

“I-uh..thank you?” I managed to get out. Will snorted before walking over to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. 

“You’re welcome, now I need you to get back in the sound booth so we can hear each of your screams so I know what you even need help with,” he smirked as he spoke.

“We?” I asked, looking around at all of them before looking back at Will. He just giggled, making me roll my eyes before slipping out of his grip and walking back into the sound booth.

Part Seven