#what do you mean he's not meant for sitting in other vampire's laps? sit his ass down on akasha's lap next season to prove my point.

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

for all the loumand and devil's minion girlies: it's not over till the time he sits in both of their laps, period.

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

i made this silly little post and then just did the thing myself :)

“I would say that Steve is… relatively smart. For a human.”

“Hey!” comes an irritated yell from the other room.

Robin turns to face the doorway, turning away from the camera. “Zip it, human! I’m doing my interviews. I have important things to say. People are very interested.” She turns back toward the camera again, a smile plastered to her face. “Now, what was I saying? Oh right, Steve. He’s… passably intelligent. I mean, he’s no Einstein, that’s for sure. That guy could party.” She laughs.

“Okay, and how long has Steve, uh, been with you guys?” Dustin asks from behind the camera.

“Um, maybe a year, I think?”

“I’ve been Eddie’s familiar for ten years,” Steve grumbles as he comes into the room with a cup of tea, which he holds out for Robin to take. He turns to Dustin and the camera. “It’s really just a matter of time before he turns me.” He rocks back on his heels. “He said literally any day now.”

Robin smiles placidly, nodding at him until he leaves the room.

“Between you and me,” she stage whispers to Dustin, “Eddie is never turning him.”

“Could you explain what a familiar is?” Dustin asks.

“Well… usually a familiar takes care of you, you know, does the cleaning, shopping, finds you victims.”

“Victims?” Will, another one of the producers, asks. He looks a little anxiously toward Lucas, the camera guy, who does his best to ignore it.

“Yeah, like. Food. You know.” Robin takes a sip from her teacup, waving her free hand in some vague gesture. “Nancy and I are partial to virgins.”

“Uh, right. Better watch out, Dustin,” Lucas laughs a little nervously, nudging Dustin with his elbow.

Dustin scowls, but before he can respond, Robin says, “Don’t worry. Nancy’s forbidden us from eating any of you.” She smiles again, like that’s supposed to make them feel any better.

~*~

“Okay, Steve, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?” Dustin asks Steve, who’s fidgeting on the couch.

Steve pulls at his collar as he answers. “Uh, sure. I used to be a kindergarten teacher. I actually really loved it? But then I met Eddie at a bar. Thought he was, uh, pulling my leg, you know, about the whole…” Steve rubs his palms on his thighs. “Vampire thing? Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Yeah, being a vampire. Sure,” Dustin responds.

“Right. Thought he was joking. Thought it was a line, you know. So I… this is kind of embarrassing.” Steve scratches at his cheek. “Well, I went home with him, y’know. You’ve seen him.” He laughs a little nervously. “Anyway, I found out that he actually was not lying, much to my… absolute horror really.”

“And… what made you stay?” Will asks.

“I dunno,” Steve shrugs his shoulders, eyes darting to the side of the camera, like he doesn’t really want to answer the question. “It’s an interesting prospect, isn’t it? Living forever? Being immortal?” He shrugs again.

“So,” Dustin starts, drawing out the ‘o’ sound. “Are you guys, like… more than friends?” Lucas visibly cringes at the phrasing.

Steve laughs, bright and surprised. “Uh, no. No. Just, uh. I’m just his familiar.”

“But you’ve been here ten years?“ The way the question comes out of Will’s mouth makes it sound like he hadn’t really meant to ask it. Dustin cuts him a look, scowling again.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, looking down at his lap. “Yeah, I have.”

~*~

“Tell us about how you became a vampire,” Dustin says.

Eddie, who’s sitting on the couch in front of the camera, scratches at his neck, just under the collar of his shirt. “Hmm. I was turned in the 80s. Can’t really remember most of it. Was at some concert and some guy offered me some coke or something in the back of his van. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in a field feeling like shit. Thought I’d had a bad trip.” Eddie laughs.

“And have you ever turned anyone?” Will asks.

“No,” Eddie tells them, frowning slightly. “Don’t think I’d even know how.”

“But—“ Will starts, but Lucas digs his elbow into his ribs, cutting off his question.

“What about Steve?” Dustin asks instead.

“What about him?”

“He said he’s been with you ten years. That you’ve promised to turn him any day now.”

Eddie smiles, boyish and sweet. “Well. I say a lot of things. And look at him. Who’d give that up?”

Will and Dustin look at each other. “What do you mean?” It’s Lucas who asks this time.

“A pretty little human who does anything I say based on the abstract promise that I might one day make him a vampire?” Eddie grins.

Next to Dustin, Will lets out a long exhale.

[pynkhues]

Gotta ramble a bit. The new trend of Louis 'the rockstar girlfriend' really starts to irk me. Mostly it's all fun and jokes but a lot of people really think this as a fact. And imo it's such an OOC concept. He's more of a "wealthy patron" kind of a guy, the record label owner etc.

He will NOT be standing in the middle of a sweaty screaming crowd, he will be in a private booth. he will NOT dress in low rise pants and slutty tank tops while waiting to sit on Lestat's lap, it's the other way around.

Am I missing something? Feels like yet another version of Louis the housewife and Lestat the patriarch but with 70s music scene terminology.

Yeah, I mean, we literally ended s2 on the note that Louis just wants to be left alone with the exception of mind calls with Daniel and the metaphorical door he's left open ajar for Lestat, I can't imagine he's going to want to be in a crowd of sweaty, fawning humans and pissed off baby vampires watching Lestat try to peacock his way out of a nervous breakdown, haha.

That's not to say I don't think he'll be around for the tour, I do, but like you said, I think it'll be in pretty specific contexts (and honestly, I don't even think they'll be back together until the end of the season, even if they do hook up).

I do think the fandom has problems with flattening Louis' character or cherry picking what they want to take from him, and of course, it's also indicative of that broader issue with same-sex ships where characters get forced into very constraining gender roles which can come across both as deeply sexist and homophobic, but I also think there's probably something to be said about mmm, a show that suddenly attracts a demographic of young fans? This is going to sound super weird probably, but I kinda put it a bit in the same category of people who think Lestat would like Taylor Swift's music - like, hoping not to rattle the cage with this one, but this man is a) 300 years old and b) bullied and murdered a tenor for being a bit pitchy lmao, I feel like there are better odds of Louis respecting her business acumen than either of them being a stan.

This isn't meant to be shade to younger fans (or Swift!) at all, of course, fandom space is for everyone and I've been that fan at points in my life, but, y'know, you bring your lived experience and ideas and fantasies to these sorts of spaces too, and I think that applies to how you might interpret or want to think / write about a character. To me, that idea of being that sort of rockstar girlfriend doesn't align with my interpretation of his character, nor with what I personally enjoy about him, but y'know, if people are having fun and being respectful, good for them. But yes, I agree that it's not my bag.

[attic-club-sandwich]

Help Me Understand

a short drabble written for the @ombrotherlylove2023! I hope you all enjoy! And thank you for hosting the event! I've had so much fun writing the prompts and I can't wait to share the rest of my stories! 💜

A/N: This story is set in the Nightbringer Era so Satan is very much new to the world and how things work, so he often gets easily frustrated. A small miscommunication between the pair leads to a rare, but much needed moment of bonding between them.

Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @flemmingbamse, @a-hidden-gem, @otomefoxystar, @siofrantic, @todothedodo, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @meiloorun-tea, @ana-dear , @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @jasper-s-phantym

Day 1: Misunderstandings, Lucifer & Satan.

floral divider by @/saradika

Lucifer hadn’t really meant what he said. If he’s being honest, the Avatar of Pride felt…bad. He knew Satan was struggling with his emotions after his sudden and unexpected arrival into the Devildom and he wasn’t trying to do anything to trigger him too badly. He was beginning to get tired of the constant repairs on the house.

As he sat in his office, he thought back to the events that had transpired earlier that day. In truth, Lucifer had been quite preoccupied while in a meeting with Diavolo that he hadn’t thought much about the text he had received from Satan. He had just typed out a quick reply so he wasn’t making him wait too long for a response. However, his short reply really seemed to anger Satan. 

Lucifer, I am done with that book I borrowed from your office. 

Is it okay if I drop it off? I really enjoyed it. Thank you for letting me borrow it. 

....

I don’t care. 

Fuck you, Lucifer. 

Whatever, I know you don’t care. 

You never cared about me. 

The eldest demon realized by the time he got back home that had never replied to explain the miscommunication. Damn it, he thought as he rubbed his temples. I need to apologize. Lucifer figured that the younger demon would be in his room for the evening, so he began to make his way down the hallway of the House of Lamentation. He stopped once he reached Satan’s door, a nervous sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He wasn’t sure what to expect out of this interaction, but he was too sure it would end in Satan once again destroying something. Finally after a few moments, he knocked; 3 small taps that would be sure to grab Satan’s attention vital to the house’s architecture. “Who is it?” He heard a voice from the other side. Lucifer cleared his throat, “Um, It’s me, Lucifer.” There was a pause before the voice spoke again. This time it was steeped with anger. “Go away. I don’t want to talk to you.” Lucifer sighed. “I know you don’t. But I need to explain myself.” To his surprise, the door opened slightly, Satan’s emerald eyes glowing through the crack in the door. “If you just came here to belittle me even more, you can turn right back around.” he hissed. Lucifer rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “No, Satan. I actually came here to apologize.” Satan’s brow furrowed in confusion as he was for once, silent. Lucifer noticed his hesitation and stepped forward. “Can I come in? We can talk this over if you’d like.” Satan nodded slowly, backing up so Lucifer could enter his bedroom. The blonde demon walked over and sat down on his bed, crossing his arms protectively around himself. “Satan, that text message was a misunderstanding.” Satan refused to meet his crimson gaze. “Yeah, right.” he muttered. Lucifer slowly walked over to sit down beside his brother. “I mean it. I was busy in a meeting with Diavolo. I had to make it a quick response as I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” Satan glanced down at his lap, clearly frustrated. “Then why did you say you didn’t care? I-I don’t…understand.” Lucifer gave him a small smile. He could hear the frustration rising in his voice. It was still hard for Satan to understand certain things, communication through text messages being one of them. “I just mean that I didn’t care if you dropped off the book in my office. I apologize for not being more clear. I know you are still learning and I failed to remember that.” Satan glanced up at his older brother, his green eyes filled with tears. “Oh…I-I guess I overreacted then…” Lucifer shrugged. “It’s fine, Satan. I just wanted to clarify that to you.” Satan nodded, his face flushed as he quickly wiped away his tears. He wasn’t sure if they were from anger or relief and he was quite flustered about tearing up in front of Lucifer out of all people. “I won’t say anything to the others, so no worries.” Lucifer winked before getting up from the bed. “I should be going now, I still have some paperwork from the meeting to finish up.” 

Just as Lucifer was about to leave, Satan also jumped up from his spot on the bed. “Wait! I um..I have that book.” Lucifer turned around again to see him taking a book off of his bedside table. He held it out to him, glancing away as his cheeks were still dusted pink. Lucifer smiled as he took the book from him. “Thank you, Satan. So you enjoyed it? I thought reading about Devildom history would be rather boring for you.” Satan shook his head, his face lighting up at the opportunity to discuss his thoughts on the book. “No way, I found it very interesting. I want to learn everything I can about the three realms and more.” Lucifer relaxed as he leaned up against the door, the book tucked in his arms over his chest. He found that he was enjoying listening to Satan recount his favorite facts about the Devildom, and was glad that his younger brother was no longer upset with him…for now anyways. Lucifer decided he would take advantage of the rare moment that they weren’t at each other's throats. “Let me know if you’d like to borrow any other books. You are free to browse the library, if you’d like.” Satan nodded enthusiastically, a smile plastered on his face. “Yes, thank you, Lucifer. I’d appreciate that.”

[sapphic-woes]

no thoughts just vampire sevika draining me of my blood while i’m sitting on her lap

Since this is the second time I've been suggested vampire Sevika imma go for it...with hcs cuz I'm very tired these days :)

🦇 Vampire Sevika 🦇

In this au, Silco is a vampire drug lord that sells blood pills in high demand. They could have like major side effects or be addictive like shimmer, who knows.

The thing that's important is that they're drugs specifically for vampires and you don't know that when you begin working there.

The reason why you, a human, was hired by Silco is becuase you're great at money laundering. So good he's willing to bring you onto the team...with his right hand tasked to protect you.

Sevika isn't happy. She's already busy af and yet she has to take care of you? You're already weak amongst humans. To vampires, you're a mouse walking into a lion's den.

To you, Sevika seems ready to snap you in half at any second, however instead of you she eventually does that to someone else. Some goons are oddly interested in you to the point where it's terrifying, and when one of them tries to do something, Sevika is quick to put them in their place.

One second you're cornered and trying to escape the hands of some goon–and the next, they're gone.

You can hardly process the fight. There's not much of one anyway. With speed slightly greater than a human's, Sevika beats your assailant to a pulp before slamming them into the wall, with Sevika's arm pressed into their neck.

She nearly kills them with how long she keeps her arm there, growling out a reminder that you're Silco's before letting them go. She looks back at you, and you swear....you swear her eyes are golden before she blinks, and suddenly the cloudy grays are back to glower down at you again.

After that she prowls. You don't know how to describe it with another word. She walks behind you like she's meant to hurt you. She's rough when she pulls you away from other curious vampires, hands always dancing over your throat as she stares them down. You know there's some meaning to it all, but for the life of you, you can't figure it out.

That is, until you see her drink the blood of some woman at the Last Drop.

You had been so tired. Usually, as Sevika's orders were, you scurried back home into your apartment, shut the doors with double locks and...sprayed the outline of the door with Sevika's cologne?

You still didn't understand that last part. She made you wear her cologne all the time. If you forgot, she wouldn't even greet you in the morning.

Rather, it would be a fistful of your blouse yanked toward her. She'd deeply inhale at your neck before letting out a tsk–and then, oddly enough, she'd pull out a bottle of her own and douse you in it.

Perhaps that was why when you walked into the Last Drop at the witching hour, only to witness a usually homely bar sullied with the stench of blood, the scent of her own cologne over it all made Sevika's eyes snap to you so quickly.

"Don't come out after midnight. People are out there that you don't ever see otherwise. They walk around looking to make sure people like you never get to see the light of day again."

For once, you understood what she'd meant.

They'd reached for you, people with glowing eyes and sharp fangs, and you nearly screamed. However, before you could even let out a sound Sevika gathered you in her arms.

"The fuck are you dogs doing? Can't you tell she's mine?" Sevika's voice was a frightening snarl. She lifted you up with ease, carrying you bridal style in her arms. Her hand shifted on the back of your head, guiding your face until it nestled into her chest.

"She's here for me." The vampires in the bar laughed, and one spoke up.

"I knew you were too obsessed with her to think it was just a job." Another agreed.

"The way you've been looking at her these past days, I was worried you'd lose it and suck the poor thing dry. Almost told Silco his new ace human was gonna end up an empty blood bag soon." That earned laughter from the entire bar, and Sevika scoffed, arms tightening around you as she walked toward the door.

"Funny. If you weren't already drunk off your asses I'd beat the shit outta all of you right now–" Though you couldn't see anything, suddenly you heard footsteps and felt Sevika come to an abrupt stop, hearing a voice right in front of you both.

"Hey, she just got here! Stay, live a little. No one's gonna try and touch a human you've claimed anyway." The way they talked, as if they weren't humans themselves, made you shudder.

But they aren't. They never were. The thought had you heart hammering away, and the thick arms around you pressed you closer.

"Clearly, she's not used to the night life yet. Sweet girl missed me so bad she dared to venture out..." You squeaked when fangs nipped at your ears, Sevika's breath like ice against your skin. "and at this rate, her heart might give out. Humans can do that you know. Die of fright. So unless you want to explain to Silco why you let that happen..."

"O-okay! Fine! Fucking hell you're still as possesive as ever, I know you just don't want to have anyone else to try her blood." Sevika snorted, and you felt the body you clung to move as she strode out the door.

"Of course I don't. Why would I ever share what's mine?"

She was pissed, to say the least.

Sevika would have thrown you onto the bed if she thought she wouldn't accidentally kill you. (She thinks humans are quite brittle.)

Instead she merely dropped you onto it, watching you scramble back with dark amusement.

She doesn't say much, just lights her cigar. She watches you as she takes a drag a few times, eyebrows furrowed. It's uncanny silence for what feels like eternity until she speaks.

"Now, everyone knows that you know, and the only way everyone's gonna leave you alone is if they think you belong to me. Do you understand?" You quickly nodded, shrinking back when Sevika came forward. She towers over you and looks you head to toe. The tantalizing gaze makes you tremble, and that makes her lips curl around her cigar. Another drag, another puff of smoke. The heavy scent of jasmine spice lingers.

She bites you before you can even blink.

There's no ceremony. Not slow easing into it. One second Sevika is standing, and the next her teeth are buried into your throat, and her hands are holding your arms down to keep you from squirming, and she's taking deep, draining gulps that feel like fire at your throat. You can't breathe, you can't think, you just want to cry and moan and scream at the same time. The pain is as ruthless as it is sweet, and it consumes you.

Sevika pulls away after having more than enough of her fill, well aware you'll be faint for days. She thinks it worth it with the sight of your teary eyes and bloody neck, the clear outline of her bite visible for any vampire to see. She's frazzled herself, eyes gleaming gold as she huffs down at you.

"You don't taste too bad...for an accountant."

[countrymusiclover]

59 - Red Head From His Past

Part 60

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Klaus and I were sitting out on the balcony listening to the sounds of New Orleans. He had his arms draped over my shoulders with me leaning into his embrace. “Do you remember when Damon and Stefan were worried about Alaric killing you?”

“Yes I do. But I thought we were enjoying the moment together. Not reminiscing about my near death experience." He taunts me in my ear nuzzling his nose into my hair.

Lifting my head up I grumbled back at him and his mouth. "That's not what I meant, Mr. hybrid. What I meant was they talked about you being their sire. What does that mean?"

"Raelyn, you already know about that. After what happened with Finn and Kol don't you?" He made a confused look at me.

"No I don't. Remember I think I was passed out seeing my cousin Kai. So tell me about it please, Nik." Shifting around on his lap I draped my arms around his neck staring into his blue eyes deeply.

He clicked his tongue at me. “Fine, fine. Since me and my siblings are the first vampires in history. Meaning that anyone we turn after with our blood in their system becomes linked to us.”

“So sort of like our linking ring that we had my mother make with your blood and mine mixed together?” I added on understanding what he was saying.

Nik nodded brushing hair behind my ear that had fallen in front of my face. “Yes, my love. Now since I turned say you and Lucien you two are linked to me regardless of the magical ring on your finger. So if I die then you will too.”

“And you can convince me to do anything with the sire bond link.” Biting my lip I began playing with the dog tag necklace he was wearing like always.

Nik wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me closer with our noses up against one another. “But I shall never force you into something you don’t wish for. You are my equal in every way, Raelyn. You bring out the good in me.”

“And you occasionally bring out the bad sides of me. So you are my equal too, Nik.” Leaning forward I kiss him slowly moving my fingers up into his curly hair. He deepens the kiss with his hands pressed on my lower back.

“Nik, we should be worrying about this future that Lucien apparently believes to be true. Cause you and I both know now that our linked blood ring won’t do any good.” Shrugging my shoulders leaning in the doorway with him staring out the balcony window holding a glass of blood.

He slightly looked over his shoulder back to me. “Rae, you have nothing to worry about. In my experience most witches just wish to fill our heads with paranoia. Your life…our lives are perfectly safe.” He sat down the glass vamping over to me grasping his hands in my smaller ones wanting to calm my nerves.

“But what if she was right. What if there is a proficie that will wipe out the last three vampire limes. And take down everyone they turned with them. Lucien has a right to be afraid.” Shaking my head at my husband I hadn’t really been nervous since I had turned.

He reached down, picking up the glass of blood offering it to me. “Raelyn, please enough about a fake vision. Now drink this and go take a stroll through the streets. To clear your head. My other vampires may be worried but you needn’t be.”

“Okay, fine. Come find me later.” I downed the glass sitting it on the table. Leaning up on my toes I kissed his cheek vamping out of the compound. The second I began my walk outside I honestly was feeling better. After we defeated Dahlia we had relaxed up until we knew that my uncle Joshua knew about all of our daughters. The wind blew my hair in my face before I entered a random shop hoping it was a bar only to come in contact with some science beakers and drops of blood on a table with no one to be found.

Glancing around the table I started walking around searching because it seemed weird that no one was in the building in the middle of the day. Resting my hands on the counter I could hear someone moving around in the shadows where I conjured up a freight ball in my hands calling out. “Show yourself before I burn whoever is stalking me!”

“Hmm vigorously threatening someone. You know that reminds me of my lover.” Someone walked out from the shadows pillar where I came to see a woman with red hair and green eyes smirking at me. “Although I must say I am rather more impressed with you. How exactly are you doing a fire spell. Cause I don’t hear a heartbeat on you witch.”

Glaring at the stranger I shoved my fangs with the veins never lowering my fire ball. “Because I am not just a witch anymore. I’m a heretic. Now who the hell are you and why are you in our city?”

“Awe where are my manners. Forgive me, I’m Aurora de Martel and you are?” She smirked in my direction.

Glaring towards the girl I remained standing a few feet away from her. “Raelyn, Raelyn Mikaelson.”

“Ah so Elijah is your husband?” She asked but dropped her smile when I didn’t respond back right before the door behind me opened and someone walked in. “I knew you would find me.”

“Raelyn, get away from her now.” I recognized my husband’s voice making me finally lower the fireball in my hand letting it disappear.

Aurora smiled brightly towards him which made me slightly confused. “Hello, my sweet love.”

“‘Love’, Nik what the hell is she talking about?” I didn’t think myself the jealous type considering he was the only guy I had ever experienced everything with in my life before becoming a vampire. Yet hearing that word made my blood boil.

He moved forward tugging me into his embrace with his gaze shifting weakly down to mine and his voice trailing off in a gentle whisper. “She’s my ex, Rae.” Blinking my eyes a few times I parted my mouth completely unsure of what to say. I mean obviously I knew he had lovers in the thousand years he had been alive but I never dreamt of meeting one.

“A thousand years. Can it really have been so long? Looking at you now, it feels like yesterday.” Aurora crossed her arms over her chest breaking the silence.

“If yesterday were the apocalypse.” Klaus sniped at her.

She tilted her head to the side, smiling foundly. “Are you saying that leaving me felt like the end of the world?”

“Leaving you alive.” He growled at her.

Aurora moved forward closer to the two of us with her gaze dropping down to see the wedding rings on each of our left hands. “Before we keep this conversation we need to discuss how you have betrayed my heart without hesitation obviously. I never thought you would do something so cruel as to choose me over this half beastly witch girl!”

“You will not speak of my wife in such foul words ever again if you wish to keep your tongue in your mouth!” Klaus moved up in her face threatening her with his werewolf eyes of gold.

She raised her head up where he took a step backward from her. “I notice Elijah's not with you. Was he reluctant to tag along?”

“On the contrary. He's been calling me incessantly since I ditched him to find you raving about some ancient secret and the possibility of using your head as a footstool.” He chuckled at her with a wicked smirk on his face.

She chuckled back at him. “Well, I'm sure he would rather have his footstool than have me share that little secret.”

He lifted his head up with me standing behind him not knowing what to say. “Let me guess. In the time between being with me and seeking refuge in the arms of your brother, you slept with mine.”

The red haired vampire replied. “Oh, your accusations are so banal. The truth is, I've never been with your brother, at least not in the way that you think.”

Klaus moved around the counter, never taking his eyes off of her. “Why are you here, Aurora?”

She told him. “The witches here, they celebrate Fete de Kado… Feast of Gifts. It made me remember that very intimate gift we gave each other so long ago.”

Nik leans his palms on the table shifting his gaze to me seeing that I hadn’t said a word. “You've had a thousand birthdays since. If I forgot to send a card, it's because I forgot about you. Is that why you're here, to remind me?”

Aurora scoffed, walking away from him while she spoke fiercely. “I am here for the same reason Lucien and Tristan are... to protect my sire. Now, if you turned me that night like I'd asked, I would be here to protect you, but since you didn't, I need to know where in the hell is Rebekah?”

“Off enjoying her life which is what Nik and I were doing until you and all the other vampires they have sired over the years started showing up. So if you’re so terrified of this vision in this family I suggest that someone start talking about it. Because I don’t want to keep standing around waiting for answers!” I snapped my voice at her stomping up closer to here where our chests were almost pressed up against one another.

Aurora clasped her hand together smiling. “Ah a feisty spirit. I applaud you Niklaus for that. But I still despise that you picked someone else over me after all these years.”

“I’m sorry I have done nothing to you in the short time we have known one another and you already seem to despise me.” I finally moved away from the doorway getting in her face when she vamped around on her feet with us giving the other a death glare.

His former lover flipped her hair heading over to a science beaker pricking her finger drawing blood. “Call me jealous, Raelyn. But I will give you fair warning that he will get you with his charm and promises. But he won’t keep them, he will only break your heart in the end…” She shifted her gaze back to Nik. “You can always catch an insect with the smell of a flower...But it's the smell of blood that draws a carnivore.”

He got closer to her, never breaking his gaze away from her. “And what draws a snake?”

“Ooh, how you loathe me, so certain I've come to do you harm, yet, as I recall, we did plenty of harm to each other, and, if I'm not mistaken, we both rather liked it, didn't we?” She smiled leaning closer to him up on her toes parting her lips. “Do you remember what that first time felt like to be with someone who's every bit as powerful, as tormented, and as cursed as you?”

I felt a sickening feeling in the bottom of my stomach when he got even closer to her leaning his head downward to hers leaving only a small gap between them. “Yes.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you haven't thought about what we had every day for the last thousand years. You want to know why I have come? Because after a thousand years of trying to erase your touch, your smell, the taste of your lips...I'm here for you...For this.” Aurora declares closing the gap about to kiss him when he leaned even closer.

I made a noise feeling betrayed until he shoved her against the wall with vampire speed. “You come here to tear my family apart even more. All the while I can see through your tricks and lies about being there for Rebekah. But you need to realize that I no longer care for you.”

Spinning around on my feet my boots made a noise against the floor when I slammed the door behind the pair. Running as fast as I could trying to do it at a human speed. Klaus came outside gently vamping and grabbing my forearm stopping me. “Raelyn, wait. Tell me what's wrong. I didn’t kiss her or anything like that, you saw me.”

“I’m not angry you have an ex. I figured that you did after a thousand years. But what I can’t get over is that you didn’t think to tell me about her.” I snapped at him, beginning to cry lightly while he still held my arm in his grasp.

Klaus released his hold on my arm, raising his hand up towards me. “Raelyn, please let me explain. I don’t care about Aurora. I am in love with you-“

“Don’t give me that lie, Niklaus. I’m heading back to the compound. When you wish to tell me the truth then you know where to find me….invisique.” Holding my hand up I closed my eyes, turning invisible in front of his eyes and vamping away so he wouldn’t see me starting to cry more.

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[forevercaroline]

Part two will be coming out next week. This chapter is set at Christmas the next chapter is set around new years. Tagging: @karinanic, @crazychicke, @austennerdita2533, @charliewrites99, @midnightstaylorswift, @midnight-2411, @misssophiachase, @ceceswriting, @things-that-make-sa-happy, @riverdalelover2, @dumb-bitchculture, @xoxoloverb, @raaliyo. @missmystic-vampirebarbie, @iamcarito,

Conrad walks into Caroline's bedroom and stops at the sight in front of him. He can't believe his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Caroline looks over at him from her chaise lounger; she looks like she has just been caught doing something wrong. "Working, don't tell Dorota."

He comes over and sits down at the bottom of the chaise lounge and puts her legs on his lap and he reaches for her hand. "I meant this." He holds her left hand up. "Why do you have an iv in your hand?"

"Oh that….um Dorota was concerned that I was overworked. She made me a green smoothie and when she came back I had passed out. The doctor said I was overworked and was not getting enough sleep or eating enough so he put me on bed rest and hooked me up to this thing." She wiggles her hand and the iv cord moves.

"You're ok though?" You can hear the concern in his voice. And just a hint of panic.

She nods. "When I first saw you I got flashbacks to my mom being hooked up to iv's and heart rate monitors. I thought something was wrong."

Caroline leans forward and wraps her hand around his neck bringing his head to hers, their foreheads touching. "I'm sorry I made you worry. I'm fine, tomorrow I'll be as good as new. Today I'm on bed rest. Dorota keeps checking on me. The doctor won't even let me go to my office." Her phone rings again and she groans and leans her head back. Jude and Eva have been blowing up her phone, saying the same thing. The board is looking to suspend her, the rumors of her threatening an employee did not go away. Her father has bought most of the board. He is literally backing her into a corner.

"When was the last time you took a break?"

"Do you mean do nothing all day break or just like a five minute breather?" Seriously, she does not understand the question.

"Do nothing all day break."

She bites her lip thinking. "Never."

His eyes widened, how is that possible that she's never had a break." Really?"

"Yeah, think about it, I always had school, then royalty, city events, public appearances, and lastly all the responsibilities that Giuseppe piled on me, paying the bills, stopping scandals, giving donations, making sure the house was filled with food, the cars were cleaned, the staff was paid. And for a while there painstakingly putting up with the hell beast. Plus making sure that our lives in New York City did not get back to Giuseppe in England. I never had a day where I did nothing." The iv is behind the lounger and there is a blanket across her lap that he has put over his lap that has her feet on them.

"I'm taking you away for Christmas, do you think Dorota would mind if we left this behind but I promised you will get enough sleep." Their fingers have found each other and are entwined.

She chuckles and there is a smile on her face, it's the first time today she has smiled. "I don't know you would have to ask her, but where would we be going?"

He leans over and pecks her on the nose; she looks so cute. "It's going to be cold but there will be a heated pool and jacuzzi."

Her eyes widen when she says. "Italy, Switzerland?"

He shakes his head and there is a huge smile on his face. He is enjoying this.

To find out where they are going for Christmas and who Damon invited back to the city:

[scriveyner]

chase forever down 17/31

chase forever down | 17/31 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 / sskk | #smarch 🔞| ~1600 words

Atsushi wobbled back and forth before his forehead came to rest against the door to Akutagawa’s apartment. “Knock~ knock~,” he sang, using his head to knock against the door.

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There was an extended moment of silence from inside before finally he heard movement on the other side of the apartment door. Akutagawa cracked it open, staring bewildered at Atsushi. Atsushi turned his head against the door and smiled, then hiccupped. “Hi, ‘kutagawa~!”

“Are you drunk?”

“Mmmmmm,” Atsushi rocked on his heels and planted his face right back against the door. “‘fink so. Dajai-shan took me shomewhere.” He squinted his eyes almost to the point of closed. “Mished you!”

“Idiot, we just saw each other two days ago.” Akutagawa closed the door enough to release the chain, and then opened it all the way. Atsushi slid in the door, expecting distantly to be caught, only to realize that Akutagawa had no such intention of helping when his head bounced off the genkan step. “Owwie.”

Akutagawa let out an aggrieved sigh and nudged him with his foot. When Atsushi didn’t move, Rashomon looped around his shoulders and pulled him the rest of the way in through the front door so that he could at least close it. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Elevenish!”

“Not even close.”

Rashomon half-carried, half-dragged Atsushi into the main room, dropping him unceremoniously on the couch. Atsushi made a small, nauseous-sounding noise, to which Akutagawa promptly returned with a bucket. “If you befoul my couch, you are going out the window.”

Atsushi sat up, blinking, arms wrapped around the bucket with it sitting in his lap. He leaned in close to it, then put his face in the bucket. Akutagawa watched him very nearly get his head stuck, but Atsushi managed to wiggle free and then scrunch up his nose. “Buck’it smells weird.”

“Because it is typically used for cleaning, weretiger, and not meant to stick your face into.”

“Oh.” He played with the handle, flipping it up only to watch it fall with a clatter against the rim.

Akutagawa sighed. “Why did Dazai-san take you drinking?”

“’cause I turned twenty in May an’ he forgot.”

There was a beat of silence, and Atsushi twisted on the cushion to squint dangerously at Akutagawa. “Did ‘u forget too?”

“How could I forget if you never informed me of when your birthday was in the first place?”

Atsushi continued to squint at him, before nodding his head and kicking his feet against the couch. “Well, ‘s in May, so jot that down.” He leaned all the way back, still hugging the bucket to his chest. “Dazai-shan said you should drink too, while you can. What does that mean? Can you not?” He tilted perilously to the side. “Izzat a vampire thing?”

“It is very cute of Dazai to say that, but vampires cannot get drunk, weretiger.”

“Oh.” Atsushi scrunched up his nose again. He leaned away from Akutagawa, and then back toward him again, rocking back and forth like a pendulum until he went too far over and his head thudded into Akutagawa’s lap. He was still hugging the bucket to his chest but twisted his head to stare up at Akutagawa who, he recognized now, looked quite long-suffering.

So, Atsushi tilted his head as far back as he could, baring his entire throat for Akutagawa.

Akutagawa began to look visibly harassed. “Weretiger. I just fed from you two nights ago, this is too soon—” Atsushi touched the side of his throat with fingernails sharp as claws, and dragged them down, drawing faint lines of blood beading to the surface. “You are going to get hurt.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Atsushi sang, eyes closed. “You like to make me feel good~.” He wiggled his entire body in Akutagawa’s lap, realized he could feel the bulge forming, and turned his face in toward it, inhaling deep. “Mm, your cock smells delicious…”

“Weretiger,” Akutagawa hissed.

Atsushi dropped the bucket finally, and it fell off the couch, rolling away. He pressed his fingers against the bulge. “Wanna choke on your cock,” he announced helpfully, practically salivating. Akutagawa grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head, twisting it back.

“Do not do that,” he said sharply. “You are drunk, and you will vomit.”

“Nope!” Atsushi sang, although Akutagawa kept a firm grip on the back of his head. He shook Atsushi by the hair, and Atsushi giggled and bared his throat again. “Make me feel good?” he asked coyly, looking up at Akutagawa through his eyelashes.

Akutagawa’s fangs were showing, pressed against his bottom lip. He was clearly fighting a losing battle and, drunk or not, Atsushi seized on that, climbing up his body until he was straddling Akutagawa, pressing his own bulge down against Akutagawa’s and keeping his head tilted just right, enticing him.

“Fuck,” Akutagawa breathed. “Fine. Let it be upon your own head, then.” He buried his fangs in Atsushi’s neck and Atsushi gasped, arching his back and shaking. His eyes wanted to roll back and his body go with them, but Akutagawa’s hand pressed against the small of his back kept him from going overboard.

Atsushi was warm and hard and hazy. He loosely gripped the front of Akutagawa’s loose sleep shirt, mouth open as the warmth spread through his veins, overtaking the hazy and leaving every limb tingling. Wet was growing in his pants, and Akutagawa palmed him clumsily. “Did you just come?” Akutagawa breathed across his neck, and Atsushi purred happily, still rubbing himself against Akutagawa.

Akutagawa’s eyes were glowing that deep, blood red, but he wasn’t doing anything particularly vampirish at the moment besides carrying him to bed with Rashomon’s assistance. Atsushi moaned when Akutagawa dropped him on the bed and pulled his pants and dirty underwear off; he batted at Akutagawa’s head when he cleaned Atsushi’s mess with his tongue.

He was sensitive there, and it made his hips try to come up off the bed, but Akutagawa kept him down effortlessly, showing off the strength that belied his small frame as he swallowed Atsushi’s cock.

It was a miracle he’d managed once already, drunk as he was, and Atsushi moaned but didn’t climax again despite Akutagawa’s mouth. He eventually tucked Atsushi into bed naked before stumbling into the other side of the bed.

Akutagawa’s movements had gone completely uncoordinated as well. He fell against the bed, tripping over his own feet and Rashomon stabbing into the mattress to keep him upright. Atsushi giggled. “You’re drunk too,” he accused.

“Shaddup,” Akutagawa muttered and finally made it into the bed. He rolled in under the covers and bumped into Atsushi, who wrapped his arms around him and bumped their noses together.

“Drunk!” he exclaimed happily. “’s what Dazai-san meant, you could get drunk off me!”

“Shaddup,” Akutagawa said again, trying to push Atsushi away. His eyes were still red, glowing in the dim light, and Atsushi caught his hands and held them.

“Pretty eyes,” he sang. “Pretty Akutagawa eyes~”

Akutagawa blushed hard, trying to pull his hands free but Atsushi was already drifting. He sang his little song to himself about Akutagawa’s eyes as he fell off the edge into darkness, surrounded by glowing red eyes.

=====

“You can’t give him too much,” the too-familiar voice said. Atsushi swam in the haze, drifting, he was laying in Akutagawa’s lap again, his entire body hot, burning, mouth dry, he wanted, he wanted—

“I shouldn’t give him any at all,” Akutagawa’s voice was clear, familiar. Atsushi wanted to wrap himself in his tones like a blanket, fall into it forever. “What if he doesn’t wake up? What if he doesn’t survive it—?”

“He will, you must be careful.” Something warm, familiar, heavy, it tingled through his limbs though they felt like dead weights. He couldn’t move if he wanted to.

Akutagawa’s fingers on his jaw, encouraging his mouth open. Drops of warmth, life, metallic and sweet… “not too much, slowly, weretiger…” and Atsushi’s eyes were open even though they weren’t, he saw a familiar form standing against the wall, arms folded and watching them on the bed, on Akutagawa’s bed…

…Dazai-san?

=====

Atsushi’s head felt like it was going to split open.

He groaned and considered self-suffocation with a pillow, before deciding it was too much work. Maybe he could bother Akutagawa to end his suffering with a single precise Rashomon strike. The light filtering in through the open blinds were daggers in his eyes. “Nngh, ‘kutagawa,” Atsushi prodded him with his hands, and Akutagawa made an equally distressed noise at the advent of daylight.

“Stoppit,” Akutagawa rumbled from half underneath the pillows.

“Voice thingy doesn’t work on me.”

“Fu’k you.”

Fair. Atsushi scrubbed his eyes with his palm, the faintest threads of the dream still tugging at the corners of his mind. He frowned. “Akutagawa, when you brought me here when I was sick, was there someone else here too? I dreamt about it.”

Akutagawa rumbled something that sounded affirmative, then emerged his head enough so that Atsushi could actually hear his response. “Yeah, Dazai-san was here.”

“Dazai-san knows you’re a vampire?” Atsushi said, astonished. Well, maybe not that astonished. Dazai did seem to know everything, and that also did explain a number of things, the first being the fact that he sent a very drunk Atsushi to Akutagawa with the express purpose of getting him drunk. “Huh.”

Akutagawa let out a very annoyed huff. “Of course he knows, who d’ you think turned me?”

Atsushi closed his eyes against the very aggravating, very painful daylight. That also made sense, Akutagawa had mentioned that his life was saved by being turned, and it checked out as Dazai-san liked to make sure his toys were still useful long past their expiry date.

Wait.

Atsushi opened his eyes.

He sat up slowly.

He turned to look at Akutagawa, still half buried in the pillows and trying valiantly to pretend daylight wasn’t happening to him.

“Dazai-san is a vampire!?”

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[cimmeriana]

@backscar [ continued ✉ ]

The two had confided in each other so frequently that Melinoe hardly ever saw with to filter herself around him. She trusted that he knew her well enough to know her intentions and how she felt about him. Astarion wasn't a child, after all, and she did her best to remind him frequently that his voice mattered. That his comfort mattered. That he mattered.

❝ Oh, I might not be the first to offer you such pretty words. This I know. But I intend to be the first in which you believe them. You deserve to be complimented and adored, Astarion. ❞

She continued to dote upon herself in the mirror, her fingertips trailing over the details of her jawline, the curve of her neck, and then across her collarbones. It probably looked like indulgent, vain self-adoration, but truthfully she was wondering how much of her must resemble the parentage she came from. Did she get her eyes from her mortal mother or from her godly, vile father Bhaal?

It still felt strange to refer to Bhaal as her father. As if it was some sick joke piled upon the even sicker joke of cursing her with incessant voices that roared for her to kill, kill, kill, kill...

Melinoe let out an indignant hum at her reflection before her hands lowered to her lap. Eyes turned then to Astarion, her head tilting as she considered his words. ❝ You know, if that's truly what you desire then I'm sure we could find a sculptor. I should have enough extra coined tucked away. ❞

Admittedly, she did have a slight problem with stealing anything that seemed of value on their adventures, if only to trade and barter it when they happened upon a merchant. It wasn't exactly an honest or good thing to do, but she wanted to make sure the camp had enough for any potential supplies. And also some extra for splurges such as this. If Astarion wanted a sculpture in his honor, she would provide the means without so much as a huff.

She couldn't help but to laugh, because of course he'd have received a plethora of letters. And, frankly, he was right when he mentioned that the words of bard weren't always to be held in such high regards. Bards had a very... openly hedonistic way about them. But Astarion's next words were not as playful, and she hummed solemnly as she listened. Truly listened, processing not just the words he spoke but the things he was saying between the words that were unspoken.

❝ Well, its hard not to adore you. And I don't mean just because you have a pretty face, my beastie. I don't come here to be with you just to look at you all day. ❞ She shifted her body to face him, willingly giving her full and undivided attention.

—— ❝ If I wanted something pretty to just sit upon a shelf and rot with no other purpose, I could easily buy flowers and let them wilt in the window. You are not a flower. You are a force like water or wind that deserves respect as equally as adoration. ❞

And Melinoe meant it. She had no grin or mischief about her when she spoke the words. No ulterior motive. No theatrics. She was simply stating a fact as brazenly and informatively as if she'd just stated that the sky was blue and grass was green.

She took no time in stepping forward to slip her fingers into his white locks, indulging in the allowance so she could enjoy the soft feel of his hair. But she wouldn't take too much advantage of it, and so her deft hands began to gently part away pieces of his hair in preparation of the decorative plaits.

—— ❝ Well, I'd say you have the makings of a king. After all, even cousins or sons of a king are in line for the throne. And if they aren't... well, that could easily be changed. ❞ the tiefling was jesting, of course. She didn't want to kill for the sake of killing without reason. She also had come to the conclusion that power had a way of corrupting people. But, it was rather nice to pretend. ❝ You would have me as your Queen? Bloodlust and all? That would make a rather entertaining ballad. A vampire King and a cursed Queen. ❞

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 14b

*Warning: Adult Content* 

Rule No.5 of Master's Rules - Kalem and Master must always tell one another the truth unless they have a really, really good reason not to.

"Kalem," Master calls making my head shoot up from the sentence I was trying to get through. 

Master was sitting on the other side of his large desk, we were in the room he told me he'd be using more often as he slowly 're-adjusted to the world he left behind'. 

I didn't really know what that meant all together but that was okay because it meant that I got to clean the forgotten space.

Now there was a spec of dust to be found anywhere and Master seemed to like using it as much as I liked to use to the library. 

If I wasn't helping Master get all the books he asked for, then I tried to read my own while I lay on the couch and if I wasn't doing either of those things, then I was in Master's lap sleeping.

‘I love my life with my Master.’

"Yes, Master," I say, flipping the book as I quickly sit up.Master was frowning deeply at the papers before him with that look he got a lot these days as he worked his way through tons and tons of papers. 

I stand and go to him, fingers twisting in front of me as he looks up at me through his glasses

.Even though I knew something was upsetting him, I couldn't help the way I dripped at the sight of Master with his glasses... he looked so good.

"I asked you to get the books on the Frye Trials, but the fifth rendition is missing. Could you not find it?" he asks gently despite the deep frown he wore.I shake my head quickly and he sighs, slipping his glasses off.

"I can look again," I offer but Master quickly dismisses me as he pushes back his chair a bit to offer me his lap. 

"There's no need for that," he says as I quickly take his invitation. 

"That library has become your very own baby, if you can't find it then it's not there."

"Master, can I ask what you were looking for in that book?" I ask feeling a little of his frustration too, I tried to find it for a whole day but it wasn't anywhere and I checked everywhere.

"I told you things would be changing around here, in time," he reminds and I nod allowing him to continue. 

"There are a few people I have to visit, others I have to knock down and replace and that book holds some references to contacts I need to get a hold of if I'm to get things rolling."

When Master realizes that I didn't understand a word of all that, he smiles and presses a kiss to my lips.

"You know there's a man, Diablos, who's trying to tear us apart," Master says and I nod quickly. I knew this part. 

"Well, the original plan was to simply kill him and get rid of the problem.”

I shiver uncomfortably as his words bring back images in my mind of the piles of bodies Master had set on fire.

Master rubs my shoulders comfortingly as he pulls me closer to him, making all bad feelings go away for the good ones to come in.

"But after a rather unpleasant conversation with Malcolm," Master starts with a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair. 

"I've come to realize that that won't be enough, not if I want to stop anyone from coming after you or me in the future."

I nod slowly, understanding what Master was saying but not what it would really mean.

"Kalem," Master calls making me tense as his eyes found mine.

"Yes Master," I answer with a small smile.

"What do you know about vampires?" Master questions making my eyebrows draw closer, he'd asked me this question before. 

But I don't argue, circling my mind for an answer that'd please him and also be true.

"Vampires are immortal," I start, using the big word Master taught me for living longer. 

"They drink lots and lots of blood or maybe that's just you Master. They also really fast and smart a-and... mean."

Master chuckles making my smile grow more, if he was laughing then I said the right things.

"And why do you think they're mean?" Master questions, raising his eyebrow in that way that told me I was humoring him. 

‘Rule No.5 of Master's Rules - Kalem and Master must always tell one another the truth unless they have a really, really good reason not to.’ 

"Because they hurt people," I reply honestly after a moment, keeping my voice quiet in the hopes that Master wouldn't hear me.

Master didn't hurt people, not like how the trainers did. 

Master wasn't like them, not in one bit but all the other vampires I ever met were the worst. 

They made everyone they touched cry and scream, they only ever caused me pain and I knew now, with Master, that that wasn't the way things were supposed to be.

And even if they were, I didn't want things to be like that. 

I wanted things to be the way they were with Master.

Perfect. 

When Master didn't reply, I open my mouth prepared to apologize but Master beat me to it before I could even get my reasons together.

"Kalem, don't you start apologizing now," Master says gently palming my cheek. "You know I love it when you speak to me honestly."

I nod feeling a bit better knowing I pleased my Master.

"I asked you that question again because I wanted to know which parts about my kind and our inner-workings you knew about," Master explains as he swipes his thumb against my cheek. 

"I take it you don't know much about the present rankings."

When I shake my head no, Master only smiles before he pulls me closer. 

Taking me into the position he always did when he was reading me a story in the library.

"Vampires were created by witches," Master starts after a long silence, his fingers gently stroking my skin while he spoke. 

"A very, very long time ago, near the beginning of it all... they created me."

I don't say anything, don't ask any of the questions that came up, somehow knowing that this was something Master didn't really want to speak about.

"Not from scratch, at least I don't assume so but from the shell of the man I was once before. I don't remember who that was and have no clue what I may have been like." Master continues, his voice sounding so far away even though he was so close now. 

"More followed, in different stages with different skills and forged for different things... but we were all wired the same, to follow."

When Master doesn't say anything else, I twist a little to look up at him. 

He looked angrier than I'd ever seen him but also very sad too, it made my heart twist up in the ugliest way.

 I wanted to make Master smile as he always did and make all the bad memories go away.

Master's eyes connect with mine, a flash of something I couldn't read passing through them before he coated his features with a stronger expression.

"When we were free from their control, no longer chained to their will, the need to follow remained as the first... they all looked to me," Master admits, sounding guilty as he drew his eyes away and focused on the fingers that were still sweeping their way across my skin. 

"But I didn't want what they craved from me. I didn't want to lead anyone when I'd finally pulled myself free from the life I'd been forced to live for centuries. So I left them, simply slipped into the shadows and let my memory turn into something of a myth while they squandered to find their footing. In the beginning, a structured system of sorts was what reigned. There were Plyens, ones who ruled a clan and others who followed their wishes. As time went on, those structures began to dwindle with more and more power struggles coming to light. Naturally, things began to unravel and we're left now, living in the remnants of that, where there are no laws there to follow or accountability to the species as a whole."

"No punishments?" I ask and Master nods with a little smile that doesn't stay for long. "Are there supposed to be Master?" 

"Well in recent years, other species have pulled together to created a little group known as The Supernatural Board," Master explains with a thoughtful expression. "Instinctively, we reject this sort of thing, but even if there was a way to get over that, there's no single vampire or group for that manner to represent the entire species.The clans have mostly fallen apart. Yes, there are still a few which remain but they are not nearly as strong as they have to potential to be, though they still manage to carry on. It's a complex shit situation I never planned to have a hand in."

"But you will Master?" I ask voicing the wants I thought Master was thinking of.

"I will," he replies with a sigh. "For you."

My eyes widen so much they hurt making me squeeze them shut, Master chuckles lightly before lifting my chin up for a kiss.

 I kiss Master back happily, not wanting to waste having him take me like this for a single moment.

"You, my sweet boy, you are the only thing in this world that could make me do this," Master whispers against my lips, his soft words making my breath hitch as I flick my eyes to meet his. 

"I'll take control of it all, tear down whoever I need to and reshape this world of ours into one where no other would even consider touching you."

[authorraccoon]

Vampire!Mihawk X Fem!Reader

I wrote this fanfic for a friend of mine, they requested it and they got to read it about a week before I'm posting it now.

There is smut, if you don't wanna read it you can just read the beginning and the bonus.

Bonus includes Mihawk and Y/n having a daughter, Mihawk is a little ooc but it's so he's more like a father.

It was a silent evening, in the kingdom. You had a long day working at the shop stitching up dresses and pants. You were so tired you decided to drown out the stressful day with some drinks at the pub. Of course it was odd to see a woman at the pub drinking, but after asking for some red wine it seemed normal. There were men clashing their cups together in cheers and some other woman with a glass of wine sitting by them.

You liked being alone most of the time, but recently it has been getting boring. You listened to the women at the table next to you gossip about the latest town news, this time being about a slightly different house. to you it sounded normal but the women made it sound as if a wolverine was in there. You rolled your eyes and took another sip of wine, looking at the door when a new person came in. Most women went silent, focused on the sight of the newcomer. He was tall, slender yet not skinny, slightly pale, and handsome. He wore a long black and red velvet coat with a fancy dress shirt underneath, topped off with a beautiful hat that had a long fluff going off the side.

His eyes were shaded by the long brim of the hat, making his face hard to see. The man went to the bar to order a drink, and I was surprised to see a glass of red wine instead of a mug of beer. He definitely wasn't like the drunkie Shanks who hung out in the corner with women surrounding him. The mystery of a man looked in your direction, making you avert your eyes quickly because of your staring. He didn't leave you alone though, he walked over and sat across from you in the booth. Now that he was closer the shade over his eyes has lifted and you could see his gorgeous yellow eyes.

"Good evening." you spoke quietly, but he didn't say much at first. You'd look down at your lap from the awkwardness, but that didn't stop the man from staring. "So you'll stare me down but as soon as I do you look away?" his bluntless caught you off guard. "Well- I didn't mean to, I was just looking, you know.." you tried to cover yourself up. He hummed and took a sip of his wine, crossing his legs from under the table, which bumped into your own foot.

Then once his leg was resting over the other, you felt his boot bump your own again. 'Was this man really trying to play footsie with you?' you asked yourself. You couldn't help but smile a bit at the idea, and decided to play along. I tapped his foot back and glanced up to see a smirk play on his face. "So, what's your name miss?" He broke the silence. You looked at him again, "it's Y/n, you sir?" "Mihawk, Dracule Mihawk." he answered.

"I like it, it sounds like a special name." you commented, to which he smiled. "Maybe I can be special."

you raised a brow, about to ask what he meant but he beat you to it. Mihawk brought his hand to lay over your own on the table. "Would you like to go out with me?" You were flabbergasted, the surprise nearly took the air out of your lungs. "With me? Mihawk we just met, not to say you aren't charming and very attractive but I'm not sure." you said with concern. His cold hand moved closer, now caressing your elbow. "I'll make it worth it, and I'll treat you right, would you treat me to a night of happiness with you?"

The way he asked was so formal, you couldn't refuse. "Fine, sure, where would you like to go?"

"tomorrow evening, around this time, at the park, we can go for a walk and then have dinner. sounds good?" You thought for a second before nodding in agreement. "Sounds lovely." He smiled and sat back, taking the final sip of his wine. "See you then, Miss Y/n." Then he left.

That night as you laid in bed, a dress for tomorrow picked out, you couldn't calm the nerves and excitement. His words, his bright eyes, his cold hands, they never left you alone during the night. All you could do was fantasize of the date the next day, would he hold your hand? Would he kiss you? Would he invite you over? A chill ran down your back as your mind lingered far beyond the thought of going to his home.

The next day you went to the park, sitting on a bench by the pond to watch the ducks while you wait. You didn't have to wait long when Mihawk joined you with a cold hand joining your own. He lifted your hand up with his own to his face, placing a gentle kiss on the back. "It's good to see you came." he stroked your hand with his thumb, "Shall we go?"

"We shall, do you have dinner planned?" you both started to walk, pinkies interlocked. "Yes, the best restaurant near the castle." He smiled. "Oh Mihawk you don't need to spoil me." You frowned. "Y/n don't worry, a date is for spoiling."

The walk went on for another hour, just talking about each other's jobs, lives, and interests. Apparently he used to work as a swordsmith and swordsman, still training swordfighting whenever it's needed. He's just a few years older than you. And he likes reading silently in his home library. When walking to the restaurant he pointed out his house to you, it had a gorgeous exterior design. It seemed dark yet comfortable, you couldn't help but wonder how beautiful it was on the inside.

At dinner you were seated at a round table with a sheen white cloth over it, in the center a rose and candle. The room was large and a brightly lit chandelier hung above. "Mihawk, this place is incredible, Thank you so much." You smiled, taking his hand from across the table. He seemed happy with your thoughts and tapped your foot with his own, a reminder of the other night. "I'm glad you think so, I wouldn't mind taking you out again next week." he opened the menu carefully, looking at the drinks they offered. "I'd love to." You replied before doing the same, knowing you'd ask for red wine, same as him.

The dinner went just as well as the walk, you both talked casually with each other, as if you were dating for years. the comfort you felt around him never left, even after you went through months of dating. Months which turned into a year.

You and Mihawk have been dating for a year, and just recently you have finished moving in with him. You shared a bed but kept a comfortable distance, and haven't yet took things to a sexual level. Tonight you finally thought about taking it up, but you were unsure how to do it.

Tonight you planned dinner at home, cooking chicken and pasta. You had set up the table, a candle and rose set in the middle, plates of food on each end. You dressed in a casual yet nice dress, not wanting to come off too strong to him. When he walked through the doorway he seemed surprised by the dim lights, but calmed when he saw your presence. "Hey sweetheart, what's all this for?" he asked, walking over and placing a kiss to your forehead. "Nothing much, just wanted to cook dinner for us tonight."

He smiled and sat down at his usual seat, you joining him. He complimented your cooking, and held your hand over the table while you both ate. He was always close and sweet, even if he was mostly quiet. When you finished Mihawk pulled you out of your seat and upstairs, you were going to ask what he was doing but decided to just follow his footsteps. He pulled you close once at the bedroom, placing soft kisses from your jaw to neck. going over the the lovebites he left last time he kissed you there, he always nipped your neck during a sentimental moment.

"Thank you for dinner." he mumbled over your skin. "Don't worry about it-" "I want to thank you more." his voice deepened. Your face reddened quickly, you couldn't hide the fact his words made you feel such a way. "Mihawk are you suggesting that we-?" you couldn't finish your sentence, unable to mutter the right words. "Yes, Y/n, we've been together so long. Do you think you're ready?"

"I was planning to ask you the same question today." you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I guess we're soulmates then." he whispered in your ear before nipping it. He slid his coat off, his hands going under your dress and slipping it over your head with ease. The soft fabric of your bra and panties caressed your skin, almost being too beautiful to remove. Almost.

Mihawk ripped through the fabric, tossing them aside with his coat. next your bra, then his own white shirt and black pants. He wrapped one arm around your lower back, his cold skin pressing against your chest making you shiver. With his other hand he traced soft circles into the skin of your hip. "May I?" he asked, his voice echoing in the quiet of the room. "Yes." you breathed out, back immediately arching after the word left your mouth.

Two fingers entered you, you felt a slight burn from the stretch. He went slow and soft, pushing and pulling out at a steady and calm pace. He curled them up in you every two times, causing you to grip his back from the pleasure. Mihawk leaned in and kissed you to calm the tears threatening to break through. "Relax sweetheart, I won't hurt you." You nodded, using your free hand to wipe away the tears.

Once the pain fully subsided you asked him to go faster, grinding down to meet with his hand each time. The more it went on the more you felt a tightness in your stomach. Your walls clenched down around Mihawk's fingers, signaling him you were close. "Go on," he leaned in closer, chests impossibly close and pressed together. "you can cum."

You released as if his words could make you do anything. Your chest heaved and even with Mihawk's still cool body against you, you were sweating. "Are you ready?" he asked, riding out your orgasm to calm you down. "Yes, I'm ready." you replied, forgetting the man still hasn't taken off his underwear. But once you did you had to turn your head so you wouldn't gawk at it. a red tint covering your face from the image of him entering you, or sucking him off.

"Let me know if it hurts." He kissed your cheek softly, his tip slowly slipping in and stretching you out. Your hand covered your mouth, looking down at him going in you. He smiled, taking your hand away from your mouth, interlocking your fingers together and holding them against the sheets of the bed. He pushed all the way in, the pain almost making you scream. He didn't move, waiting for your approval. His free hand massaging your waist, hoping to take away the pain.

"You can move." you said, after a few minutes of just catching your breath. He pulled out slowly, pushing back in at the same pace. Mihawk went just as easy as when he fingered you, and he held back any urge to speed up without consent. You had all the control in this situation. When you told him to pick it up, he did it, without any hesitation he did it just for you. He was so deep in you swore you could see a slight bulge stick out from your stomach, you brought your hand to it and pressed down. The pleasure from that squeeze of pressure made you both moan out. Once again he picked up speed to your command, you pushing against him to meet him at the connection.

"Do you trust me?" He looked you in the eyes, his gorgeous yellow eyes taking you into a whole new world. You zoned out gazing at him, until he asked again. "Y/n, do you trust me?" He seemed more serious this time. "Mihawk, of course I do, I could never not." you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Good."

his next move made you gasp out loud. Not only did he thrust deep into you and hold himself there, releasing inside you. But he bit into your neck, breaking the skin. You felt the feeling of your blood being sucked out, your eyes widened, legs and arms wrapping tightly around his body. He stopped, licking at the spot he left before pulling away. "Mihawk?" you called, timid from his action.

"Y/n, I haven't told you everything yet." He admitted. "I'm not really human, if you couldn't tell now." Your mouth hung open slightly, still shocked by what he did. "If you love me, will you live forever with me?" His arm reached out to the bedside table, grabbing something. Before you could look you felt cold metal slip around your finger.

"Mihawk-" your eyes welled up with tears and your face burned. He gave you an almost worried look, in his mind begging for you not to be scared of him.

"Yes. Yes of course Mihawk yes!" your tears poured down your face with happiness. You cupped your lover's face in your hands, bringing him down to you so you could cover his face with millions of kisses. his smushed together smile only made you happier. You would be able to live with him forever.

"Lord, I hope we get a baby from today." Mihawk raised a brow. "So soon?" "They could be the flower girl or boy." He chuckled, "We'll see, love."

He finally pulled out, leaving you and coming back with a cloth to clean you up. When he was done he wrapped his coat around you and put you under the covers, cuddling up next to you. "I can't wait for my future life with you."

bonus:

Since then it's been 10 years, 8 years ago was your wedding, and 6 years ago you had a child. A 6 year old little girl, named Perona. Mihawk named her, saying it was after a little girl he took care of in his first life.

"Mommyyy, Daddyyyy!" you heard stomping little feet come to your door, before it swung open. "I'm hungryyy." she whined, standing in your doorway wearing her pink pajamas and holding her teddy bear in her arms. You sat up and looked over your shoulder to your husband, you knew he was awake, but he pretended to sleep through her yelling. You smiled and got out of bed, going to your daughter and picking her up. "Well let's go make you some pancakes then sweetie."

Perona stuffed her face with syrup covered pancakes, while you brushed and put her hair into pigtails. You leaned down, taking Perona's fork about to eat a piece of her pancake. But the little girl took it back and gave you a big, sloppy, syrupy, kiss on the cheek. You looked at her and pouted, only for her to greet you back with her tongue sticking out. "How about you give daddy a kiss yeah? smear your face with as much syrup you want and spread it all over daddy." you giggled at the thought, Perona's eyes lighting up as well.

She stuck her hand into the plate of leftover syrup, wiping it all on her mouth. You laughed and picked her up, with a fast yet quiet pace you got to your bedroom with Mihawk. You snuck in, putting Perona down at his side of the bed. She leaned over and just like she did you, kissed his cheek. But it didn't stop there, she smeared the syrup that was dribbling down her chin onto his own. Mihawk sat up quickly, a disgusted look played on his face.

"You little trouble makers!" He snatched Perona, dragging her into the bed, waving you to come over. He pulled you into the bed as well and started to tickle Perona. Though he was usually calm and neutral outside, he always had a mighty personality with the family. Perona kicked and screamed, both you and your lover tickling her until she was out of breath and panting. her head lay on your chest when she finally calmed down, a smile on her face as she dozed off.

Mihawk scooched over closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and your daughter. He kissed her head and looked up at you, "I love you." he whispered. "I love you too."

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Touch - Alec Volturi

Summary: Touch is your love language. When Edward makes a comment you question if Alec is even comfortable with you being so touchy.

Requested: yes

Pairing: Swan!human!fem!reader x Alec Volturi

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Your relationship with Alec started when you went with your sister to Volterra. Luckily for you they didn’t keep you there, but you were to return that summer so you could get to know your mate. It was a really good compromise. You got to finish school if you promised to spend all of your vacations in Italy with them. That didn’t mean Alec would never visit you in Forks. He did from time to time, but it wasn’t as fun as when you’d be in Volterra. Because whenever he’d come to Forks the Cullens insisted on monitoring your “date” which meant they would be in the same room the whole time.

During your first summer in Volterra, Aro had asked the secretary to book you a hotel room so you didn’t feel uncomfortable. It was still a surprise you were the mate of a vampire, sleeping in a castle filled with them seemed a bit too much. Private moments with Alec is what really shaped your relationship. You’d get to know each other, what the other one liked or disliked.

As someone who hadn’t been in a relationship before this was all new to you, but you discovered that you really really liked touching Alec. It could be as simple as holding hands or a kiss on the cheek, but it could also be a lot more. But touching him was your way to express how you felt about him. Often, your feelings for him were so overwhelming and you couldn’t explain it with your words so you opted for touching. It was something you did freely in the comfort of your room, but also when you would accompany him to the castle. No one seemed bothered by it.

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Alec came to Forks this time and you’re currently at the Cullen’s house so they could monitor you and Alec. They claimed it was out of fear for your life. You’re pressed into his side while the two of you watch one of your favourite movies. One of Alec’s hands is intertwined with yours and every so often you press a tiny kiss on the back of his hand.

Halfway through the movie, Alec shuffles you around so you’re sitting on his lap while his arms protectively circle around you. The movement causes a reaction from Edward.

“What is it with you two and touching? You’re not the only two people in the room,” Edward exclaims, disgust dripping from his voice.

The happy bubble you were in mere seconds ago seemingly burst.

Unlike you, Alec doesn’t have to think twice about an answer and immediately sends Edward a glare while hissing: “Watch it.”

Feeling uncomfortable after being called out like that, you remove yourself from Alec’s lap and sit next to him stoically. His brows furrow together, but he doesn’t push the issue. Out of the corner of his eye, he keeps watching you while you finish the movie. He knows you’ll tell him when he drops you off at home, but it still bothers him.

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On your way home you stay silent, mind still reeling with Edward’s comment. You love Alec and touching him was the way you expressed that. Who was he to tell you that wasn’t allowed? The embarrassment of the moment floods you once more, making your skin crawl. You stare out of the window while Alec drives down the Cullen’s driveway.

His cold hand on your thigh makes you look at him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Alec teasingly asks.

“Do you think I touch you too much?” you softly ask with a deep frown.

The car screeches to halt, startling you, while Alec exclaims: “What?”

You avert your gaze, focussing on your hands in your lap.

“Where is this coming from, mia amore?” he asks while gently turning your head to look at him.

“I… I realise that I’m a very touchy person, but I never asked if it bothered you. It’s just… when words fail me, I reach out. I love you so so much and I express that by touching you, a lot, in every possible way. But… but after Edward’s comment I realised I never checked in to see if it made you uncomfortable,” you ramble.

“Cullen’s stupid comment brought this on? Do you really think I wouldn’t have said anything if it bothered me,” he takes your hands in his before continuing: “In case you haven’t noticed I like touching you too. Don’t listen to that twat. This is between you and me, no one else.”

He kisses the top of your knuckles while his strong and intense gaze meets yours.

“So you don’t mind?”

He shakes his head and presses his lips to yours.

“Like hell I would ever mind,” he says when you break apart.

You let out a happy sigh and take his hand while he resumes the way to your home.

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[billyrussohaven]

Into my Web

Chapter 11

Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.

You got out of the shower and Billy was still in bed, probably stretching his morning as long as he could before facing his family downstairs.

"Can I go read outside this morning?" You asked, crawling back naked on top of him. You straddled his lap and bent down to kiss his chest. He hummed softly, his hands smoothing up your back as he thought about it. He'd only just started trusting you enough to go outside back home so this was a bit of a stretch. You could make a run for it and he knew if he had to punish you, he wouldn't be able to do it here. Frank wouldn't let it fly. His fingers stroked your skin as he really thought about it before settling on just saying yes. It would be another test. And just because he couldn't punish you here didn't mean he wouldn't drag you home to do it. You'd been acting like you'd grown attached to him lately and he wanted to test how strong that bond was, to see just how much he could trust you. And he'd keep an ear out for you. He'd know if you tried anything. 

"Alright. But remember the rules and what happens if you break 'em," he murmured vaguely, knowing you'd know just what he meant. 

"Mmhmm, I won't leave. I just wanna go on the porch to read," you said, giving him another quick kiss before getting dressed.

You were sitting outside enjoying your morning coffee, alone, listening to the birds in the trees. You had brought your books outside with you to pass the time. You also wanted to see if you could figure out the names of the birds looking down at you curiously, perched on the long tree's branches. You had it open on the North American common birds page and you looked up and down between the pages and the little guys. You were quite happy when you could put names on a few of them.

"May I join you?" A kind male voice asked from behind you. It startled you and you almost dropped the book on the ground. You gripped the book tightly and looked over your shoulder at Curtis standing a polite distance away from you with his own cup of coffee.

You nodded, brushing a lock of hair behind your ears and scooted over on the bench to give him room to sit. He smiled and joined you on it, sitting a comfortable distance away. He looked over at your books, tilting his head to one side to read the titles. He curiously took the one about the human body and silently asked if he could check it out. You gave him a warm smile and nodded, taking a sip from your hot coffee.

"Billy told me you were a medic in the army," you said, closing your animal book and putting it back inside your bag.

"Correct. I was a Navy SARC. It stands for Special amphibious reconnaissance corpsman," he added before you could ask, seeing the small frown form on your face.

"We're trained as corpsmen to heal serious war injuries on fellow soldiers or civilians." He added with a smile, turning pages of the book he had borrowed from you.

"So it's like...like an emergency room at the hospital but more intense?" You proposed, trying to find what his work could resemble with something you already knew.

"Something like that yes," he said with a chuckle, liking how you made the connection between the two. He looked at the book you borrowed from the library and wondered what brought up your curiosity to get it.

"Does healthcare interest you?" He asked, tapping the book with a finger.

You blushed and looked away sheepishly, you felt a bit uncomfortable saying to a medic you didn't know much about anything.

"I didn't-," you started with but shook your head and tried again.

"I wasn't able to finish school and uh...I was telling Billy about it the other day. About how I'd like to know stuff too like he does, you know?" You said looking up at Curtis who gave you an encouraging smile and nodded.

"Then he suggested we could go get books at the library so I could learn about subjects I'm curious about and all. I figured it'd be interesting to dig deeper into my own body first," you said with a small shrug. 

Curtis grinned and took a long sip of his coffee. The mention of Billy's little act of kindness didn't go unnoticed by Curtis and he smiled at himself knowing that deep down, the good old Billy Russo he used to know was still in there. Of course Billy would have understood how she was feeling, having lived his own difficult childhood. Curtis wasn't a fan of the whole human slave thing going on and for very obvious reasons, Billy knew that. But maybe, just maybe, it was a good thing she ended up with Billy and not another vicious monster.

You opened your mouth to ask him something a few times but you weren't sure. It wasn't something you've found in the book and it had been on your mind for a while. You looked at Curtis and wondered if he'd know. He felt your gaze on him and he looked at you wondering what was on your mind. You seemed like you wanted to ask him something but your eyes kept darting to the patio door. He frowned slightly wondering what could be so important that you wondered if Billy would mind you asking. It set a seed of dread inside his stomach that he didn't like at all.

"Do you know how, uh, how you can find someone's age, if that person...didn't know?" You asked quietly. It was something Billy knew you didn't know and sometimes you wondered if you could find out.

Curtis exhaled a relieved breath hearing your question. It was still jarring but he was glad it wasn't anything worse really. He had heard about blood tests that could find a person's age with a 3 or 4 years accuracy.

Billy appeared at the door then, his cup of half drank coffee in one hand with another fresh one in his other hand.

"Mornin', Curt," he murmured, moving outside more. He handed you the cup of freshly brewed coffee with a small smile, exactly how you liked it, before he moved to stand opposite you, leaning back on the porch railing. You'd been so good, no running off. It was starting to make him trust you little by little although he still wasn't 100%. Maybe soon he'd be able to start going back to work.

"Good morning, Bill," Curtis said, raising his cup in greeting and taking a sip of his own coffee.

"Y/N was showing me the book she got at the library," he said to Billy with a small smirk. He was just teasing his old friend but Curtis was genuinely proud of Bill for doing this. Billy rolled his eyes and his shoulder at the look on his friend's face but it was welcome compared to Frank's looks. 

"He told me he was a...a SARC in the army and I wondered if he'd be able to find my real age," you said to Billy, taking a long sip of your freshly brewed cup.

"If you want," you added quickly with a shy smile. Billy looked at Curtis and raised his brow curiously.

"That somethin' you could do?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested. He didn't know shit about science like that, he had thought it wouldn't be possible. There was no harm in you finding out. As much as you made the perfect pet since you'd had your identity taken from you from a young age, part of him felt sorry for you for the same reason. He didn't give out pity often but he chalked it up to you being so good lately and meeting all of his needs. That was the only reason he felt anything when it came to you.

"I don't have the right medical supplies to do it here at home but yes, I believe I could make a few calls and do it." He said to Billy and chuckled at your excitement. He wasn't exactly done explaining how he'd need a sample of her blood for this and he wasn't sure how Billy would react to the news. You seemed so excited about it, it'd be heartbreaking to take it away from you now.

"Alright, lemme know if you need anythin'. Cash or… whatever," Billy muttered as he waved a hand vaguely, sipping on his coffee. He presumed this kind of thing wouldn't come cheap but it wasn't like he didn't have an overabundance of money.

Curtis was about to say something else but Frank appeared in the doorway. Billy felt his whole body tense right up and he stood up straighter as his dark eyes pinned him in place.

"Should have known you'd be out here with her. Can't give her a moment's peace, right? Surprised you don't have her chained to the bed," Frank bit out hotly as he glared at Billy. Billy's top lip curled, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat at the attitude. He really hoped Frank wouldn't be such an asshole today but clearly he'd been asking for too much.

You yanked your book out of Curtis hands and put it back in your bag with a little too much force. You glared at Frank while taking your bag and walked off the porch away from him. You wouldn't go far, you just wanted as much distance as your chain would allow you to. You walked to the edge of the grounds and flopped back down to sit on the cold grass, not giving a shit about getting your leggings wet.

Billy opened his mouth but shut it again quickly. He really couldn't be bothered having a fight with Frank this early in the morning. He hadn't even finished his goddamn coffee. He shook his head, snorting mirthlessly as he followed after you. He plucked a pink flower off a bush as he went before he went and settled next to you on the floor. He held it out to you, eyeing you carefully. Your anger at Frank amused him. You didn't seem to understand that Frank wasn't pissed at you or because of you in the way you thought. He was pissed because he didn't like you being a human pet. Didn't agree with Billy owning you. But you'd taken it all wrong and Billy enjoyed it. Enjoyed how you were mad and got defensive of him. He was playing into it, being overly sweet to you so you'd feel even more sorry for him. While he knew he wasn't a good guy, he honestly didn't think he deserved to be treated this way by his own brother.

You took the pretty flower in your hand and gave him a warm smile. You looked at it and twirled it by the stem with your fingers.

"I was able to identify four different birds this morning," you stated out loud if it'd interest him.

His lips tugged up as he leaned closer to you, his arm brushing yours.

"Yeah? Why don't you show me which ones?" He asked, glancing to the book. You smiled and put the flower in your hair before opening the book and scooting closer to him.

*****

"Frank, may I have a word with you?" Curtis asked Frank, looking at Billy walking away. Frank heaved a sigh as he moved over to sit next to him. He was listening to the conversation between Billy and his pet. It confused him and he didn't like it. Didn't like that Billy was keeping what was essentially a human slave at all. Didn't like that his brother didn't seem to understand why it was wrong.

"What's up?" Frank asked gruffly, glancing to the side at Curtis.

Curtis exhaled loudly and shook his head. He didn’t know where to start so he decided to just dive right into it.

“I know you’re upset with Billy, about the whole human pet slave shit going on. And I’m not saying I approve of this,” Curtis said raising a hand to stop Frank from cutting him off,

“I don’t approve of this and you know it. But I believe your attitude and the shit you’ve said since their arrival is hurting the wrong person here,” he added while taking a sip of coffee, wishing he took it the Irish way this morning.

Frank blew out a breath, running his hands over his short hair restlessly. He knew Curtis was right. He'd heard your words at dinner last night, wondering why he was being mean to you. He wasn't being mean to you though, his issue was with Billy. The Billy here now wasn't the same one he knew and loved. And while he wasn't lost completely and he knew there was still some Billy there, he was much more savage and sadistic. Frank had witnessed Billy killing innocent people for sport and that's when the fractures in their friendship started. Ever since Maria and the kids were killed, Billy turned cold. Instead of it making him want to be better, more humane, it turned him the opposite way and Frank hated it. Just because they were vampires didn't mean they had to be cruel. Frank refused to let his condition rule him. He might not technically be human anymore but he still had his humanity. Something Billy seemed to have lost when his family died. He knew how cruel he could be and he dreaded to think of the shit he was subjecting you to. It hurt him to think these things about his own brother but he knew just what Billy was capable of now. He was hurt and angry at the world for what he'd lost and he'd decided to lean into his savage and animalistic nature to fill the void. 

“I’m just saying that her reality might be different from ours, from yours. That so far the shitshow you’ve been pulling out of anger at Billy, for her it could mean that you don’t want her around, that you hate her for being Billy's pet, that she's unwanted and unwelcome here,” he said, hanging his head down and shaking it. He didn’t like this situation either but the poor girl wasn’t to blame and definitively didn’t deserve to feel unwanted, especially here.

“And I’m pretty sure it’s not how you’d want her to feel,” he said last, staying quiet to let Frank think it through.

"It's not," Frank muttered, shaking his head as he looked over to where you and Billy were sitting together. 

"I'll try and talk to her or somethin'. Let her know I'm not upset with her. If he lets me," he rolled his eyes just knowing Billy would be awkward about it. He was worried how far Billy had taken this with you. Were you being compelled all of the time? You'd said you weren't food but Frank didn't believe that for a second. Billy loved blood as much as sex and it was even better if he could mix them together. Why else would he have a pretty girl like you as a pet? He knew sex was involved because he'd heard you both the night before. Everyone had. The idea of Billy compelling you to have sex with him and feeding off you made him feel sick to his stomach.

“Good,” Curtis said, gripping Frank’s shoulder in a brotherly manner before leaving him to his thoughts and hoping to fuck dinner would go better tonight.

*****

“Salad,check. Veggies, check. Potatoes...almost done,” you mumbled, pointing and looking around the kitchen and making sure you haven’t forgotten anything. Billy snorted as he watched you as he checked on the potatoes. 

“You sure they won’t mind the steaks being cooked rare, right?” you asked once again, taking the uncooked steaks out of the fridge to prepare last. Billy obviously took his blue rare and bloody, you always said he took his warmed up and not cooked.

"Nah, it's how they like 'em," he shrugged vaguely. He couldn't exactly tell you why that was so that was all he'd tell you. It wasn't like humans didn't like rare steaks so it wasn't completely weird. He'd enjoyed cooking with you and he was glad he'd told Karen he'd do the dinner that night. It was how it used to be. Billy would cook sometimes when he was over since he was so good at it and he liked doing it. You were also a pretty good cook. You'd picked it up well when he'd taught you and you never got under his feet or pissed him off in the kitchen. Not like the time he tried to cook with Micro's help. He'd never do that shit again.

You looked up hearing someone enter the kitchen and froze seeing it was Frank. You cleared your throat nervously and busied yourself with finishing up preparing dinner.

"Oh great, it's you," Billy drawled dryly, not even looking at him.

"I uh… I just wanted to talk to Y/N… alone," Frank replied, sounding tense. Billy looked at him then, eyes narrowed to slits. He couldn't deny he was curious about what the fuck Frank wanted with you. He was hardly a threat to your safety so he wasn't worried about that. Billy turned his eyes to you then looking like he was unsure.

"It'll just take a minute," Frank bit out, seeming to have a hard time looking at Billy. You nodded to Billy and handed him the bowl of salad to take to the dinner table in the next room.

Billy rolled his shoulder as he shot Frank a glare.

"Fine. But imma be right out there," he started with a glower, stepping closer to Frank.

"And don't forget I can hear every fuckin' thing that comes outta your mouth," he sneered, purposely bumping into his shoulder as he stomped out of the room, keeping an ear out in case he needed to rush back in and stop whatever was about to take place. 

Frank sighed once he left and looked at you sheepishly.

"I know I ain't really been… the nicest person and I know you think I don't like you or some shit. I'm sorry I made you feel that way. My issue ain't with you. It's with Billy and it's been… it's been this way before you came along. But I want you to know that you are welcome here and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he muttered wearily.

You stared at him blinking dumbly, his words taking you off guard. It definitely wasn’t what you were expecting but it was nice to hear him say this. He clearly made you feel unwelcome and shitty since you stepped on his front porch with Billy. You sighed and looked up at him, he seemed sincere.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.  Frank nodded, standing there awkwardly for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something else but promptly shut it. Billy was listening and he knew what he wanted to say would start more drama. He couldn't apologise to you and then cause more bullshit because you'd get upset again. He remembered Curtis' words, how you had a different reality. He dreaded to think what reality you had. He knew the second you said you'd come from Nevada what kind of place you'd been in. He'd heard of that place and others like it. And he doubted Billy did much to help shape your reality to be as it should be. Some of the shit you'd come out with at dinner the day before proved that.

“Billy told me a lot about you, you know. It’s just not how I pictured it, like,” you said before stopping to think about what was family to you.

“I just didn’t picture you two to hate and pick on each other like that,” you added with a little frown.

“Not that I’d know anything about it anyway,” you mumbled, taking the steaks out of their packaging.

"We don't hate each other," he said firmly, his brows furrowed deeply. He didn't know how to feel about Billy telling you about him, knowing he still cared and spoke about him like he mattered.

"It's just… it's complicated," he sighed sadly.

You nodded absentmindedly, checking the grill temperature before adding the steaks with a searing sound. You thought about what Frank said, biting the inside of your cheek in a nervous tick. You hoped dinner was gonna go smoother than yesterday or you guys were gonna need a whole lot of wine.

“Shit! Wine!” You said loudly, smacking the palm of your hand on your forehead. You totally had forgotten to get wine when you went out at the store with Billy earlier. You whirled around looking everywhere on the countertops like they would appear. The steaks would be ready in minutes and would be stone cold by the time you’d be back home.

“Hey, don’t worry about that.I’ll go get us good bottles from the cellar, right?” Frank proposed with a friendly smile. It truly was a simple thing to fix and he’s been looking for a reason to take the good stuff out. You gave him a timid smile and nodded.

“That’d be lovely, thanks,” you said, feeling a bit silly at forgetting to add it to the list earlier. Billy hadn’t mentioned it either but being what he was, you weren’t too surprised.

He swiftly left and a few seconds later Billy came into the kitchen. He'd heard the whole thing. He should have known Frank's conscience would get the better of him. While he was pleased he hadn't been shit talking him and that he might stop being an asshole, he felt a little tense about the whole thing.

You plated the food with Billy’s help and looked at the finished product proudly. It really looked and smelled delicious!

"Smells real good," he said, watching you carefully. It was rare human food actually smelt good to him these days but the very rare steaks had his mouth watering. 

“I think we make an alright team,” you said with a wink. You giggled at his face and picked up two plates to start serving. He rolled his eyes as he snorted, grabbing some of the other plates before he made his way into the other room to put them on the dining table.

Dinner went surprisingly smoothly and uneventful. You wondered if the overflowing wine had to do with any of it but you clearly enjoyed this one a lot more than the last. Billy was much more relaxed without Frank glaring at him the whole time and without the biting remarks. The conversation was easy and it almost started to feel like old times. 

“Wait. What do you mean you don't know what a carnival is?” said an offended Micro from the other couch in front of you. After dinner you all moved to the living room, with the bottles of wine, to chat and relax. Things seemed normal, natural almost between everyone. No awkwardness, just people chilling together with drinks.

“Well, I’ve never…” You looked back at Micro with a bashful smile, you really had no clue what he was talking about and it seemed to cause him great offence. You looked up at Billy for help but he seemed as amused as the others at Micro’s reaction.

"Just ignore him. He gets excited about stupid shit," Billy snorted as he sipped at his wine. 

“Oh come on! Cotton candy! Candied apples! Rides! Stupid rigged games for overpriced plushies! Nothing? No?” Micro said in a last attempt to save your honor. You giggled into your wine glass and drank more of it.

“No… But it does sound amazing. Can you go on the rides and stuff?” you asked Micro with sparkling eyes, already picturing the colorful lights, the music and the sweet smell of candies and popcorn. You were pretty sure you’ve seen it once in a movie but you had no clue they were an actual thing you could go to.

Billy glanced at you, feeling that weird dull ache in his chest that he'd had the day you'd first seen snow. He frowned, shifting in his seat as he downed the rest of his wine. Not that it would get him drunk. He had no idea what it was. If his heart was working he might worry he was having issues with it.

“Yeah! You pay the entry fair and you have access to all of them! You pay for the water guns and all the stupidly addicting rigged games, the food but it’s truly wonderful! It’s in two days too! I dunno about you guys but I sure as hell am going,” Micro said with a scoff, as if it was an option not to go. Vampire or not, he could still have fun and enjoy the little things.

“That sounds really fun. Would you take pictures for me? I’d love to see it,” you said, feeling envy settle in your chest. You took a long sip of your drink and sighed, staring at the flames in the fireplace.

Billy's dark eyes drifted to you again and the ache got worse. The look of wonder you'd been wearing was nowhere to be seen now and it was replaced by a stupidly sad look instead. He should have left it alone. Pets didn't get to go to carnivals. And that's what you were, his pet. One he'd paid for to obey him. Yet his mouth opened and the words came out before he had a chance to stop them.

"You wanna go?" He asked quietly, watching you carefully.

It took a while for you to realise he was talking to you. You looked at everyone and they were all looking at you waiting for you to talk. You turned your head to Billy and replied with the dumbest answer ever.

“What, me?” you asked stunned. He couldn’t possibly ask YOU if you wanted to go to a carnival, with hundreds of other humans, where you’d be able to make a scene and run for it. Not that you wanted to these days. It had to be a horrible joke where he’d dangle it in front of you to snatch it away.

"Yeah you. You ain't ever been to one before so…" he trailed off awkwardly, uncomfortable with all the eyes on you both as his fingers tapped on his glass. He didn't even know why he'd bothered to suggest it. Why he was being so… nice. You'd been a good girl. That had to be it. Rewards were just as important as punishments to reinforce behaviour after all.

Your stunned expression slowly turned into an overexcited, unbelievably happy one. You squealed loudly and nodded quickly at him with the widest smile that ever appeared on your face. You jumped onto his lap without thinking and gave him probably the biggest hug he ever received. It caught him off guard but he wrapped his arms around you, unsure on how to react. It felt weird in front of everyone. The ache in his chest eased up and made way for something else but he couldn't quite figure out what it was.

“Thanks. I’ll be good, I promise,” you said in his ears before scooting over back to your seat, unable to stop grinning. You finished your drink and Karen reached over to pour you another one. She seemed excited and happy for you, looking up at Billy and giving him a warm smile.

***

"Whoops!" Said a very tipsy you missing a step going upstairs to your room. You giggled feeling Billy grab you and hold you the rest of the way. You wrapped your legs and arms around him and bit his neck with a playful growl. He hadn't realised how much you'd been drinking. Usually he'd let you have one glass of wine, if that, but tonight the wine had been flowing. It was kind of cute seeing you this way and he snorted as he carried you up the stairs and to your room.

You staggered a bit when he put you down and you giggled. Maybe you had a bit too much wine tonight but it felt great, like you could take on the world. He knelt in front of you to help you out of your leggings, you ran a hand in his hair and gripped it. He felt a stab of desire run through him and he glanced up at you curiously.

"You look good down there," you said boldly, licking and raking your teeth over your lower lip. A sly smirk made its way onto his face as he quirked a brow. This would be incredibly interesting.

"Is that right?" He drawled, amused and intrigued at this new behaviour.

"Mmhmm!" You replied, moving your hands to his shoulders. You half pushed him backwards, half fell on top of him on the floor groaning and rubbed your whole body on him like a cat in heat.

"Kitten wants to play," you said in a very suggestive and purring voice, trailing sloppy open-mouthed kisses and bites down his neck. You've never wanted him this bad, the liquid courage coursing through your veins making you bold and needy for him.

He really hadn't expected this but he felt himself completely harden in seconds at your words and the attention you were giving him. He tilted his head to give you more access as he hummed, enjoying the feeling of it and his hands moved to your hips as he let you have your fun.

You sat up quickly pulling your dress over your head and yanked his shirt off with a wicked smirk. You leaned forward and kissed him hard, raking your nails down his chest leaving angry red scratches. He groaned, leaning into the pain as he bit down on your lower lip. You unbuckled his belt and did a quick work of his jeans, yanking them down his long legs with his boxers and quickly crawled back on top of him. You straddled his lap, hands clawing at his chest keeping you steady as you rubbed your very wet pussy over his hard cock making you moan.

He couldn't take his dark eyes off you, moaning softly at how soaked you were and how good it felt as you glided over his cock. His fingers bit into your hips as he stared up at you, really enjoying this side of you. He might have to let you drink more often if this was what happened.

"Kitten wants you," you said, making him smirk wickedly at you. This time you knew how to angle yourself to take him in without his help. He slid right in all the way to the hilt, making you gasp and hum in pleasure. His back arched, lips open as a filthy moan left them at your tight pussy taking his cock so eagerly. He'd never tire of how good you felt wrapped around him. You fucked yourself on his cock without his help and it felt glorious.

He resisted the urge to take control and fuck you senseless. He was enjoying you taking the reins, having you do all the work. You were being such a needy little whore for him and he was drinking in every second of it. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly but he didn't move you up and down as he wanted. He lay there, moaning wantonly at the pleasure you were inflicting on him. You were riding him like you'd die if you didn't and he felt his whole body set on fire. He didn't have a moment for any dirty words or cocky comments. The only sounds leaving his lips were dirty moans and lewd groans as he let the pleasure consume him.

You moaned as you moved your hips around his cock deep inside you. Your whole skin pickled with pleasure and you ran your hands over your body enjoying the feeling. He was letting you take him however you wanted and you loved it.

He was trying to take a back seat as much as possible, letting you fuck yourself on him like the needy little kitten you were, but he couldn't lay there and do nothing. One of his hands wandered up your body, taking in your soft curves as he went. He growled, fangs descending, eyes changing, as a hand wound around your throat. He didn't apply much pressure, he kept it light knowing you'd most likely freak out. But he could feel your pulse thundering under his hand, and smell how aroused you were. All of his senses were overwhelmed by you and your need for him and the beast had come out to play in response. The need to sink his teeth into your neck was overwhelming and suddenly it was like a light bulb went off in his head as an idea hit him. It was something he'd thought of before but now you were so needy and drunk, he was sure he'd finally be able to do it.

"You wanna please me and be a very good girl, right?" He asked in a low voice, staring up at you with his red eyes.

You looked down at him and nodded as you slowed down, curiosity taking over.

“Yes. Anything,” you replied, caressing his chest.

"You like havin' my cock in you? Like bein' a spoiled little kitten?" He asked, raising a brow as his fingers flexed on your hips.

“I doo,” you answered in a needy voice, sliding off him and rubbing him against your clit instead.

"Go lay on the bed, hands above your head," he demanded roughly, excitement over what he was about to do running rampant in him.

You obeyed instantly, thankfully the bed wasn’t far enough for you to trip again. You flopped down on it with a series of giggles and laid down on the bed with your arms above your head. You bit your lower lip, anticipation making your whole body vibrate.

He was thoroughly amused as he watched you and he stood, making his way over to the closet where he'd unpacked all of your stuff. After rummaging around for a moment, he returned with two of the new scarves he'd bought you. He climbed onto the bed next to you, making quick work of tying your wrists together before he looped the scarf through the headboard.

You tensed under him, your body instinctively jerking on the bonds, you looked at him with a slight unease, wondering if you misunderstood the situation.

He leaned down, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly before he carefully grasped your jaw, looking down at you.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, a sinister grin on his face as his fangs poked out. It was an incredibly blunt and loaded question but you were drunk and he wondered what your answer would be. You looked into his dark and red eyes, your heart hammering and your head confused between fear and desire.

“In theory,” you replied, still unsure where this was going but not wanting it to stop ethier.

He let out an amused laugh at your answer as he moved to kneel back up. He grabbed the other scarf and trailed it down your sternum softly, eyes glued to you.

"I'm gonna put this over your eyes. Ain't gonna hurt you. It's gonna heighten your other senses, make you more sensitive to touch," he murmured, the silky soft scarf brushing over your breasts as he raised a brow with an enticing smirk on his face.

You arched into the feeling and gasp quietly, the scarf cool and smooth against your hot skin. You nodded and licked your lips looking down at him.

His smirk widened and he leaned over you again, this time carefully tying the scarf around your face to cover your eyes. Once he was satisfied it was on right, he placed a firm and quick kiss to your lips before he moved back to kneel between your legs.

You moved your head around trying to see but it was pitch black, you couldn’t take a peek at him. You felt his hand on your leg and you gasped. It definitely was heightening his touch, you stayed very still and tried to listen, predict his movements.

"I'm just gonna go grab some more wine. I'll be back in a minute," he murmured before he hopped off the bed, swiping his boxers off the floor and putting them back on. He didn't bother with the rest of his clothes. He gave you one last look, a dark smirk on his lips before he left the room. The house was mostly quiet as he made his way downstairs to where he knew Frank stored the blood bags. Billy hated the stuff. It didn't compare to fresh and warm blood, even if you tried to warm it up. It was like choosing instant noodles instead of some fancy cuisine. He had to make do with it though since he was here, at least he could have some fun while he was at it. 

He grabbed a blood bag, curling his top lip in disgust as he looked at it and then he grabbed another bottle of red wine. The one you'd enjoyed the most all night. Apparently you had expensive taste, he was mildly impressed. He made his way back up to the room you both shared without anyone bothering him thankfully. When he shut the door behind him, his dark eyes trailed over you, the predator in him purring at the sight of you tied up like this for him.

“Boo!” you said with giggles. You had heard him come back and you couldn’t help yourself. You grinned and tried to move your head to locate him around the room, might as well had tried to listen for shadows.

He was more than amused by how intoxicated you were, snorting to himself as he moved further into the room.

"Someone's a happy drunk," he murmured with a wry smirk, putting the blood bag on the bed but out of the way so you wouldn't touch it with your legs by accident. He opened the bottle of wine, taking a long pull as his eyes drank you in greedily. 

“Shush...that wine was amazing. Can you get me more for home?” you boldly asked of him with a little pout.

"If you're a good girl, you can have whatever you want," he replied before he poured a little of the wine in the valley between your breasts, licking it off your skin. The wine would make more of a mess than the blood would but he couldn't bring himself to care. 

You gasped and moved upward, the liquid cool and trailing off the side of your ribcage. You moaned, feeling his tongue savour your skin.

“Anything I want, hum?” you repeated, a wicked smirk appearing on your face.

"Within reason," he replied amused, slowly dripping some more wine on your skin and letting it pool into your belly button. He lapped at it before placing some open mouthed kisses to your lower stomach. You giggled, the liquid and his tongue tickling you and making you squirm under him. You moved your legs around him, pressing him closer to you between your legs.

He moved to set the bottle of wine on the floor beside the bed before he grabbed the blood bag. He pierced it with a fang, watching with rapt attention as he repeated his earlier motions and dripped it between your breasts. He felt a wave of desire like nothing he'd ever felt before as he watched it slowly trail to your neck. A deep growl left him as he hovered over you, slowly licking it up and not wasting a drop.

You moaned and squirmed under him, his tongue painfully teasing you. You wanted so much more as you arched into him and hooked your legs around his hips tightly.

“More, please,” you whispered, pulling on the bonds at your wrists. You whined feeling his tongue leave your skin and silently begged him to touch you.

He settled between your thighs on his stomach with a smirk, licking his lower lip as he poured a little of the blood at the top of your pussy and watched as it slowly trickled down, over your clit and to your entrance. He greedily lapped it up with a moan, enjoying the way the usually shitty blood tasted when it was mixed with you.

You gasped feeling the cool liquid run down between your legs and cried out when you felt him eat you greedily. The sensations were so intense it overwhelmed you and you begged for it again,

“Again, please” you said breathlessly, moving your hips around his face.

He chuckled darkly, letting more blood trail down your pussy as he licked it up. He kept up a slow and steady stream of blood coming from the blood bag as he eagerly licked and lapped at you, making sure he caught every drop that left the bag. He was rubbing himself against the mattress for some friction, feeling himself drowning in his arousal at the whole thing.

Your entire body trembled under the pleasure and you felt your climax building up quickly the longer he devoured you. The only things you could hear were the loud beating of your heart and your heavy breathing.

“Please, I’m so close,” you whined, unable to feel him inside you yet and very much wanting him to. You’d take anything at this point, his cock, his fingers, the freaking bottle, you were so far gone.

He used the hand not holding the bag and shoved two fingers inside of you quickly. He was lost in his desire and his process of feeding as he fucked you hard and fast with them, still hungrily lapping at the blood on your pussy. He loved mixing feeding with pleasure but he couldn't really do that with you, couldn't feed off you unless he wanted you dead. This was the next best thing and it was incredibly erotic, even if the blood was cold and not fresh.

You came in a fireworks of moans and screams of pleasure, yanking at the bonds so hard the silk scarf made a small ripping plea sound. You wanted to touch him, run your hands in his soft hair and scratch his perfect skin. Your chest had the fuzzy warm feeling again and a tiny tear escaped your eyes, the soft silk drinking it instantly. This was something he already did to you, tie you up to the bed but it felt so good under the right setting. He wanted to torture you but it was a pleasing torture, a teasing one which made your head spin.

He eased you through it with his mouth and fingers before he licked you completely clean. He finished the little blood left in the blood bag before he tossed it to the floor, grabbing his cock and pushing it inside of you without warning. He felt high from you and the blood and the beast only wanted one thing right then, to find his own release. 

[cherienymphe]

Crave (Peter Parker x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, NON-CON, vampire!Peter, bloodplay, mentions of animal cruelty, mentions of murder, mentions of X-Men characters

DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU

divider provided by @/k1tty4rk

summary: when Peter goes missing while on a mission, he’s not exactly himself when he returns. His appetite is a little different now, and you soon find out that he’s hungry for more than just blood

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You should’ve known that something was wrong when your phone went off at nearly 3 in the morning. No one ever called you that late, not even Peter. Your best friend was more likely to slip through your window if he needed something. Groggy with fatigue, it took you a moment to realize that you had not plugged your phone up before going to sleep like you thought, and that it was instead in your sheets somewhere. 

“Hello?” you finally grumbled, eyes still closed as you wondered just who in the world was calling you.

“Kid, it’s Tony. Is Peter with you?”

You were suddenly wide awake, blinking your eyes open as you forced yourself to sit up.

“No…? I thought… Isn’t he on a mission?”

Worry began to bleed into your heart, and it only increased at Tony’s words.

“He was, yeah.”

You threw the covers off of you, hurriedly sliding out of bed as you searched for some shoes.

“What do you mean ‘was’?”

The older man sighed, and you noted that his voice shook a little bit. You froze, heart dropping into your stomach as the severity of whatever was going on registered. Tony Stark was worried.

“He was supposed to check in 2 days ago. He was supposed to be back today. Neither of those things have happened.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Your pitch had risen, and you didn’t bother to mask your fear. 

“I don’t have much time to explain. Capsicle and Robocop are coming with me to see if we can find him. We’re leaving shortly, but my coordinates show that he’s still in Bulgaria. That’s where we sent him. We just haven’t heard a word from him and can’t seem to get in touch with him.”

You could hear things going on in the background, and you figured that they were only moments away from leaving. Your stomach churned, and you felt like you might be sick. If Tony Stark with all of his gadgets and resources couldn’t get ahold of Peter, then something was really wrong.

“Look, I have to go. If he shows up there, let us know immediately.”

He hung up before you had the chance to tell him that you were coming straight to the compound. You stared at your phone for a bit, brows drawn together as you processed this news. You hadn’t thought anything of it when you hadn’t heard from Peter in a few days. He wasn’t a kid anymore, had graduated college alongside you only last year, so his presence on the team was needed a lot more. His missions were less juvenile, so losing touch for a week at a time was nothing new.

As you threw on a coat to combat the biting New York air, you tried not to dwell on the worst. It couldn’t be helped though, and as soon as you stepped into your apartment hallway, shoulder grazing your door, tears filled your eyes. If Tony could see where Peter currently was...and he wasn’t able to get in touch with him...then that meant he was dead right? You shook your head, locking your door and tightening your fingers around your purse. There could be so many reasons for that. It didn’t mean he was dead.

The entire drive to upstate New York was a quiet one. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to fill the car with mind-numbing music to distract you. Your fingers were tight on the wheel, legs so tense that when you finally arrived at the compound, they actually hurt when you stepped out of the car. You leaned your back against the vehicle, the warmth seeping through your coat, and you released an unsteady breath.

You had known Peter since high school, easily finding a place with him and Ned, and eventually, MJ too. When Ned and MJ took their college education elsewhere, you had remained. You told yourself it was to save money, a partial truth, but you never wanted to admit that it was also to stay by Peter’s side. You couldn’t imagine being away from him. It was pathetic really, but Peter was more than some guy you loved. He was your best friend.

“I had a feeling you’d show up here.”

The familiar voice reached your ears, and you looked up at Wanda just as she floated down next to you. Her auburn hair was ruffled with a gentle breeze, her eyes sympathetic as she reached out to pull you into her side.

“They will find him,” she assured you.

You could hear Sam on the phone as soon as she guided you inside of the compound, and he sent you a tense smile and wave, which you returned. You could faintly hear other voices as well, and you figured that everyone who stayed back was wrapped up in doing whatever they could to get in contact with Peter. You felt helpless.

“What can I do?” you asked Wanda, already knowing the answer.

“Just be here,” she told you, making you sigh.

“Wanda…”

You gave her a reproachful look, and she smiled at you.

“We know you’re worried just like the rest of us, probably even more than the rest of us,” you swallowed at her knowing look. “...but everything will be okay. The last thing we need is you putting yourself in harm’s way or bursting a blood vessel.”

You nodded, heeding her words. You made your way to your room with a heavy heart. You were far from being a member of the team, you could barely throw a proper punch, but seeing as you came over so often with Peter, sometimes in the dead of night, Tony decided to have you a room put in. Right next to Peter’s.

One of his old college sweatshirts was on your desk, still there from the last time you borrowed it, and without thinking, you got undressed and put it on. It still smelled like him, and with the scent of your best friend filling your nose, you laid down and sought out sleep.

The next day brought bad news. They had found Peter’s suit, but no Peter. It explained his stationary location and their lack of success with getting in touch with him. You had just stepped into the door of the room when Tony told them, his virtual face wracked with fear and worry, something you weren’t used to seeing.

You could tell that you weren’t meant to hear the news just yet by the way Nat’s eyes widened when she finally noticed you. The rest of the team turned as she hurriedly rose, making her way to you just as your face crumbled.

“Y/N-.”

“Wh-what does that mean? What does he mean?”

Tony’s voice faded as she pulled you from the room, and you almost tripped over your feet as your legs shook.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s going to be okay,” she said, attempting to calm you.

“What does he mean by that? Why doesn’t he have his suit- where is he?”

You were in your room now, and she shushed you as she guided you to your bed. You sat down, staring at your feet as your brain whirled. You hadn’t realized how fast your heart was beating, and your whole body shook as you fought to process this news.

“I don’t understand,” you mumbled, more to yourself than the spy before you.

She came into your vision as she knelt before you, her hands taking yours.

“Me neither,” she mumbled.

You fingered Peter’s shirt. You were still wearing it, just with some jeans, and Nat observed the movement.

“How long?” she quietly asked.

She didn’t need to elaborate. You knew what she was asking.

“Since…” you shrugged, releasing a heavy breath. “...practically since forever.”

“Does he know?”

You sadly shook your head. She pursed her lips, red hair framing her face as she studied you.

“We’re going to find him, and when we do, you can tell him. Okay?”

You nodded.

“Okay,” you quietly replied.

Nat didn’t stay for long, and you guessed that she needed to get back to the team to plan the best course of action. You barely left your room for the rest of the day, not having much of an appetite nor energy for anything. It was late in the evening when you found yourself making your way to Peter’s room. You lost count of how many times you slept in here, but Peter was usually with you, and if not, he at least showed up at some point. You liked waking up to the sound of his soft snores.

It felt weird with him gone, even weirder when you accounted for the fact that you didn’t know when he’d be back. If he’d be back. Your face almost crumbled at the thought, and you laid down, grabbing one of his pillows and hugging it to your chest, unable to stop the tears that spilled over, no matter how much you tried.

You slept in his room for days, and for days there was still no sign of him. The team was beyond worried now. You knew it, no matter how much they tried to portray otherwise. They were getting restless and scared. You couldn’t exactly say that you were any different though.

Sleep was hard to find, and even when you did, you found yourself tossing and turning throughout the night. Every time you woke up, you kept hoping that he’d be there, that you’d hear his voice. You were met with a dark empty room each time though, and it always broke your heart. After Peter had been missing for 8 days, Wanda finally came to you.

“I think you should go home,” she told you.

You were sitting cross legged on Peter’s bed, and she sat before you, hands in her lap with her feet on the floor. You frowned at her, wondering if you had overstayed your welcome, but she continued.

“It’s not that we don’t want you here, because you know we love having you around, but… You do not look good, Y/N.”

You squirmed under her concerned stare, clearing your throat.

“I’m fine,” you quietly argued.

“You’re not, and that’s okay. You just...you look exhausted and worried, and you’ve lost weight. A considerable amount in such a short time. What would Peter think if he came back right now and saw that you weren’t properly taking care of yourself?” she wondered.

Guilt flooded you, and you reluctantly nodded.

“I know that being here brings you some comfort, but I don’t think it’s worth the toll it’s taking on you.”

Your shoulders sagged, and you reluctantly admitted that she was right. You wanted to be near Peter in any way you could, but constantly waiting and listening out for any news was stressing you out.

“Go home. Sleep in your own bed. Get some rest. You can always come back,” she said.

“Okay.”

So, you did. You took a shower as soon as you made it back to your apartment, finding another one of Peter’s shirts he’d left. You forced yourself to at least eat something of substance, and when you had all you could take, you made a cup of tea. You had tried to watch tv, but funnily enough, the news was reporting on a crime that Spider-Man’s had helped solve months ago. Unable to stomach it, you turned the tv off and opted for bed.

Strangely enough, you were able to sleep better in your own bed. It happened quickly, and you didn’t toss or turn much. The first time you floated back to consciousness, it must have been around 3 in the morning. It was the longest you’d slept in days, and you knew that you’d be drifting back soon. However, you faintly noted that goosebumps had erupted over your skin, like you were cold.

Considering it was cold outside, you kept your heater blasting.

You blinked, staring at your window. It was closed, but the curtains were parted, and you could see that it was snowing outside. For the first time in days, a small smile tugged at your lips, and with a sigh, you rolled over. A dark figure was standing beside your bed, and the scream that you let out echoed through the apartment, filled with terror.

You fought back against them as they reached for you, struggling to get away and move further back on the bed. Their hands were cool, like they’d been outside for a while with no gloves. You were sitting up, pushing against them when they reached over and flicked on your lamp. When light flooded the room, your eyes widened.

Peter stood before you, dressed casually in dark clothes and looking completely unharmed. You sharply inhaled, all of your breath leaving you as your lips parted, eyes welling with tears. You blinked a few times, feeling like you might have been dreaming, but Peter remained. You reached out to him with shaking hands, and your vision had started to blur.

“Hey, breathe. Breathe, Y/N,” he softly ordered, brows furrowed.

You did as he said, and your chest burned as you moved closer. You slid off of the bed, moving to stand up, but your legs were unsteady. Peter caught you just as you fell into his arms, wrapping your own around him. You buried your face into his chest, your tears wetting his shirt, and he enveloped you in his arms as he shushed you.

You were shaking so much, and you just couldn’t stop. You couldn’t believe that he was here, and he looked perfectly fine. You sobbed into his chest, and you felt him tighten his arms around you. You clung to him, maneuvering to bury your face into the crook of his neck, feeling guilty about his shirt. You could feel him do the same, his nose brushing against your skin, and he took a long inhale, breathing you in.

“You’re okay,” you blubbered.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m okay,” he whispered.

You pulled away from him, roaming your eyes over him before meeting his own eyes.

“Where...where have you been? Everyone is looking for you,” you softly told him.

“I know,” he replied, looking sheepish.

“We have to call Tony,” you said, reaching for your phone.

Peter stopped you before you could, his hand tight on your wrist, and you found yourself wincing at his harsh grip. You looked at him with a frown, heart skipping a beat at his sudden dark countenance. He swallowed, and your eyes were briefly drawn to the subtle movement in his throat before he eventually let you go.

“I can’t...I can’t go back,” he told you, shaking his head.

Your eyes widened at him, and confusion filled you. What?

“What are...what are you talking about? Everyone is worried sick, more worried than I’ve ever seen them. Peter, they have no idea where you are or if you’re even okay! We should at least tell them-.”

You swallowed the rest of your words as you noticed that he made to leave.

“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come here-.”

“Wait, wait!”

You grabbed onto the back of his shirt. You weren’t any match for him, but you were thankful that he halted. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your lips brushing his shoulder as you spoke.

“Stay. Please stay,” you whispered.

His shoulders heaved as he sighed, and you continued.

“I’m sorry, okay? We don’t...we don’t have to tell them anything. If you don’t want to go back that’s fine, but… I’ve been so worried.”

That last part was said so softly, it was a wonder he even heard you. He didn’t say anything, nor did he move for a while, but eventually he turned around, and you let your arms fall. When your eyes met his again, you watched the way they narrowed, forehead creasing just a bit. You didn’t understand why until he reached up to press his fingers to the skin beneath your eyes. You could see the disapproval in his eyes, and all you could offer was a shrug.

“I was so worried.”

Peter blinked, face falling before he pulled you into his arms again. You returned the hug and let your eyes fall closed, just basking in the feel of him. You could hear his heartbeat, so slow...and so faint, something that seemed impossible. You told yourself you were imagining it.

“You’ll stay, right?”

He threw you a small smile when you pulled back to look at him, and you watched the way his dark eyes ran over you, lingering on your neck a tad longer than the rest of you before his eyes met yours again.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

You smiled at him, pulling him towards your bed. You settled in, only just realizing how cold you had gotten, while Peter got in behind you. Your head hit the pillow just as he turned the light out, and you frowned when you noticed that he wasn’t completely laying down. He was on his side, facing you with his head propped up onto his hand.

“You’re not tired?”

His eyes trailed to your window, staring out into the night for a moment before he shook his head.

“No...not really.”

You chuckled.

“So you’re just going to watch me sleep?” you wondered.

He reached towards you with his other hand, brushing his fingers along your neck and collarbone, fingers cool against your warm skin. A shudder passed through you.

“I missed you,” was his only answer, and it made your heart soar.

You knew that he didn’t miss you like you missed him, but it made you happy to hear that nonetheless.

“I missed you too.”

He didn’t respond, and you closed your eyes, the feel of his fingers on your skin oddly soothing. He always made you nervous, but not tonight. You wondered if it was because you had gone without him for so long, unsure if he would ever return. Sleep was just within your reach, but something weighed on your mind that prevented you from grabbing hold of it.

“Why don’t you want to go back?”

Your voice was small in the otherwise quiet room, and when Peter didn’t answer right away, you peeled your eyes open. He had stopped touching you, fingers curling into the covers as his jaw clenched.

“They won’t want me back.”

You frowned, forcing yourself to sit up. You blinked at him a few times, lips parting as you processed what that meant. Why wouldn’t they want him back? Peter was part of the team, one of the most loved members of the team. Said team was practically sick with worry, had been for over a week. Despite the fact that Peter was right in front of you and seemingly safe and sound, worry began to take hold again.

“Why wouldn’t they want you back?”

Your best friend didn’t answer you, and your worry grew, heartbeat picking up. Peter’s eyes were on you now as he sat up too, so focused and intense.

“What happened on your mission, Peter? What happened in Bulgaria?”

Again, Peter didn’t respond, but the minute you moved closer to him, he snatched your arm. Startled, you almost fell over, but his fingers curled around your wrist and pulled you closer, guiding the palm of your hand right to his chest.

Where his heart was.

Again, like before, you noted that his heartbeat was so slow. And even fainter. It was almost nonexistent, and your brows crinkled. You had felt and heard his heartbeat many times before since he’d become Spider-Man, and you knew that this was no effect of the spider bite. You had a hard time wrapping your mind around what you were feeling, and you looked at him again.

“I have...I have to tell you something…”

You fought to keep your worry at bay, noting the way Peter’s voice shook.

“I may even have to show you...but you have to promise me…”

His hand tightened on your wrist, and he released a shaky breath.

“...promise me that you won’t be scared.”

Scared of Peter? He was your best friend, and you couldn’t ever imagine being afraid of him. Still, you felt like he needed this so you nodded.

“Okay.”

Peter’s side of the bed was empty when you woke up, and your heart lurched in a mild panic before you realized why. The sun shone through your window, bathing your room in the warm rays, and you swallowed as you wondered where he could’ve gone.

“I’m right here.”

You snapped your head up to find him standing in the hall, just outside of your doorway. He was out of the sun’s reach, and you slid out of bed to join him. He was watching you like he couldn’t anticipate your next move, and you sent him a smile to reassure him.

“Do you...need anything…?”

You didn’t come right out and say it, but you both knew what you were asking. He studied you for a moment before shaking his head.

“No. I...ate before I came here last night,” he told you.

You nodded and folded your arms over your chest with a long sigh. You could feel his eyes on you as you looked away.

“Look, Peter...I know you're not going to like what I have to say, but…”

You chanced a glance at him and found his dark eyes narrowed at you.

“I think you need to tell Tony.”

He briefly closed his eyes before letting them fall to the ground, hands shoved in his pockets.

“If anyone can help you, he can.”

Peter scoffed, a humorless sound.

“Help me with what? It’s not like he can fix this, Y/N. This goes past Tony Stark and all of his intellect,” he practically spat, frustration coloring his tone. “This is what I am now.”

You grabbed his hands, squeezing them as you moved closer.

“I know, I know. I just meant...maybe he can help you safely get what you need.”

His eyes met yours, albeit reluctantly.

“...and maybe he can help you control your appetite better. That way...that way you won’t hurt anyone else,” you quietly finished, recalling everything he’d told you.

Guilt passed through Peter’s features at the reminder of what he’d done. He closed his eyes, practically squeezing them shut as his shoulders heaved, a small sigh escaping him.

“Maybe...you’re right,” he hesitantly admitted.

You could see the war going on within him when he opened his eyes, conflict and guilt and self-loathing all passing over his face.

“Hey.”

He looked at you.

“You’re still you. You just...your diet’s a little different now, that’s all.”

He cracked a smile, a small chuckle leaving him, and you joined him.

“When the sun goes down, we’ll go to the compound, and...and everything will be okay,” you promised him.

He nodded, and hours later, when the sun was safely behind the horizon, that was what you did. You drove. Peter was still wary of his new strength, strength that far surpassed what he had before. Your wrist was still sore from when he’d grabbed you last night, but you didn’t want him to feel any worse than he already did.

Having called Tony on the way, he was waiting outside when you arrived. As per requested, he was the only one. You didn’t want Peter to get overwhelmed. You weren’t exactly sure of what he was capable of now, neither one of you really were, and you didn’t want to stress him out.

Tony had pulled him into a hug the minute he reached him, and your heart clenched for many reasons. You hoped that you’d made the right decision. Tony loved Peter. He’d help him, right? When he pulled away, the bearded man’s eyes flickered between the two of you with a frown.

“So you’re going to tell me what the hell this is all about?”

Before you could respond, Peter moved to pull him inside.

“It’s a long story, Mr. Stark…”

His voice trailed off as they went inside, and with a small sigh, you eventually followed. Neither one of them were present, and you figured that they went to the lab. You had a feeling that everyone else was there too, or at least not far off. They’d been worried sick and now Peter was back, seemingly unharmed. Of course they’d be concerned and curious.

Wanda was the only one who greeted you, and her eyes were wide as they met yours. They were a bit accusatory, even fearful, and you pursed your lips. She probably didn’t mean to, but it was easy to guess that she’d been inside of Peter’s head. She knew, and there was no telling what she saw. 

“Y/N…?”

You shook your head.

“He’s still him, Wanda. Okay? Everything is going to be fine.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t argue as you moved past her to go to your room. You didn’t see anyone else the rest of the night, and you knew that they were all caught up with Peter. Figuring out how this happened, running tests, coming up with the best course of action. You were in and out of sleep when you heard Peter come into your room in the early hours of the morning.

He wrapped his arms around you as he slid in behind you, and even though he wasn’t as warm as he used to be, the familiarity of it all immediately relaxed you. You felt him bury his nose in your hair, taking a deep breath as he breathed you in, fingers brushing over the skin of your arms.

“Everything okay?” you mumbled, referring to Tony and the rest of the team.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “He wants me to drink pig’s blood, but yeah. Everything’s okay.”

You chuckled at that, sleep finding you once more as you smiled at Peter’s joke. However, it was the next day when you discovered that he hadn’t been joking at all.

“You’re serious?”

Peter nodded with a frown, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the counter.

“He wants to start weaning me off of human blood and start transitioning to animal blood,” he grumbled.

You noted that he wasn’t happy about that, and your curiosity got the better of you.

“Is that bad?”

“Not necessarily, no,” he sighed. “He thinks it’ll help me. That maybe I’ll...crave human blood less and it’ll lower my chances of losing control around someone.”

You blinked, wondering if you agreed with that.

“I mean, he doesn’t exactly know. This is all just trial and error, right now, because probably for the first time in Mr. Stark’s life, he’s stumped,” Peter said with a shrug. “...but it’s worth a shot.”

You felt like there was more to it, like he wanted to say something else.

“He doesn’t know that I already tried that,” he whispered.

You leaned against the opposite counter, watching as his frown deepened, eyes troubled.

“When I woke up...I felt like I had swallowed fire,” he murmured. “My teeth hurt, my throat burned, and my mind was going a mile a minute. I felt like I was losing it.”

He sounded angry as he glared at the floor.

“The only thing that even smelled slightly appealing was…”

He trailed off, shaking his head, a light chuckle leaving him.

“I must have killed at least 100 animals. Anything I could get my hands on… It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch, only 1,000 times worse. It wasn’t until...it wasn’t until I came across those hikers…”

He swallowed his words, letting his face fall into his hands. You neared him, resting your hand on his arm.

“It was the first time I’d felt okay in days. I could finally freaking think,” he said through clenched teeth, letting his hands fall. “There I was...covered in blood...surrounded by bodies of innocent people...and I was finally at peace.”

You pulled him into a hug as he recounted what he’d already told you. You knew that Peter wouldn’t ever forget that moment, but God, you wanted him to. That wasn’t who he was, you knew it, and you wanted him to know it too. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, nose brushing over the skin, and his hands rested on your waist.

Your conversation with Nat weighed on your heart. Like she’d said, Peter was back, and you could finally tell him, but it didn’t seem appropriate. The man had been attacked and turned into something you thought only existed in books. This was a hard time for him, and it seemed silly to drop one more thing onto him, one more thing that could definitely wait.

“I wouldn’t get too close to him if I were you, Y/N. He might mistake you for a quarter pounder.”

You pulled away just as Bucky’s deep chuckle reached your ears, and you turned to see both him and Sam enter the kitchen. Sam seemed pleased with his little joke.

“You’re not funny,” you told him, completely unamused.

“It’s a little funny,” Bucky disagreed, and you huffed.

You felt Peter pull away, and by the time you looked over your shoulder, he was gone.

“Seriously?”

You threw them an incredulous look, and Sam shrugged.

“Look, we’ve got to find some humor in this okay? The kid’s got fangs and he lives off of blood now,” Sam said like it was the most absurd thing in the world.

Considering that you all were friends with literal Gods and even a woman who controlled the weather, you were inclined to disagree.

“This is hard for him, okay?”

You weren’t sure if they knew the full extent of what he’d done, but you heard Sam sigh, and Bucky at least looked a little sheepish.

“I’m sure he’ll joke about it when he’s ready, but please let him do it in his own time. His whole life has changed...again.”

“Yeah, well, welcome to the club,” Bucky sighed.

You rolled your eyes and turned away with a scoff.

“What’d I say?” you heard Bucky ask, but you were already making your way to Peter’s room.

You were surprised that he told you to come in when you knocked, and you slowly stepped inside. He was on his bed, hand behind his head as he scrolled through his phone.

“You okay?”

He let his hand fall, greeting you with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m good. They don’t mean any harm, so I’m not going to let it get to me,” he replied, reaching for you.

You joined him on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder as he told F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn on the tv.

“Want to watch a movie with me? As silly as it seems, all I could think about was curling up with you and watching a movie the whole time I was away,” he confessed.

Your heart fluttered, sure he could hear it, but he didn’t comment on it. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

His hand tightened on your hip as you figured out what movie to put on.

Every day, Peter went to the lab with Tony and Bruce, and every time he returned, he always seemed irritated. You tried not to comment on the harshness of his eyes and tautness of his jaw, but eventually, you had to express your concern.

“It’s nothing,” he told you one day. “They just keep treating me like some science experiment gone wrong.”

He played it off like no big deal, but you could tell that he was genuinely bothered.

“...and its this stupid diet or whatever you can even call it! It’s not working. It’s not satisfying or fulfilling, at all. I can’t taste a damn thing, I’m just drinking to get full? If that’s what you can even call it. It does absolutely nothing to satisfy me or quell this desire…”

He trailed off at your light chuckle. 

“Alright, Edward Cullen.”

He threw you a hard look, and you swallowed your laughs. While he was finally making jokes about the situation himself now, you realized that now was not the time.

“Sorry…”

He heaved a long sigh, turning to stare out of the window.

“You wanna get out of here?” he suddenly asked.

You blinked at him.

“Now?”

He glanced at the clock, and so did you. It was almost 2 in the morning.

“I can’t think of a better time,” he replied.

You chewed on your lip.

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” he shrugged. “Just for a little bit…”

He hadn’t left the compound in weeks, Tony far too paranoid, and you could see how much he needed this.

“Okay.”

That was how 40 minutes later, you found your car parked near a small pond while you and Peter leaned against it, staring at the full moon. Neither one of you had said anything since you left, and you guessed that Peter was in his thoughts. You couldn’t blame him.

“You know, if I’d been bitten by a werewolf, we’d be having a totally different night, right now.”

You barked a laugh, and he joined you.

“If you were bitten by a werewolf, I’d be trying to play fetch with you,” you replied.

He chuckled again, and the two of you fell into another easy silence. Your eyes narrowed a bit as something weighed on your mind, and you suddenly crossed your arms over your chest.

“Why won’t Tony let you have any human blood? I mean, blood banks exist…”

Peter sighed, a frustrated sound, and you turned to look at him. The cool nightly breeze blew his dark hair around his face, and his jaw clenched.

“He thinks it’ll make me crave it more. Kind of like an addict, you know?”

You shook your head, disagreeing with that.

“...but...it’s not. This is part of your DNA, now, is it not? He shouldn’t be looking at it like a drug but instead like...food. It’s what you need to survive, now,” you explained.

“You’re right...but that’s blood I’d be taking away from people who need it. Besides, it’d be pretty messed up of me to…‘convince’ some stranger to let me drink from them and then alter their memory of the whole thing,” he mumbled.

“That’s right. You did tell me you can do that, now,” you mused.

“I’m pretty sure it’ll come in handy during missions. You know, if I ever go on one again,” he complained.

Your heart hurt for Peter. His entire life had been turned on its head again. He couldn’t go on missions, couldn’t even see his aunt, and on top of it all, he couldn’t even satisfy the craving his body had for what it actually needed. You pursed your lips and glanced at him again. You were positive he noticed before, but this time he commented on it.

“What?”

You glanced away from him, heart speeding up a bit as you wrung your hands together.

“What about me?”

He didn’t respond right away, and when you looked at him again, his eyes were on you. They were narrowed, hard, but you could see the spark of something in them that gave you hope that maybe this wasn’t such a horrible idea after all. Peter’s lips parted, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight before he snapped his mouth shut. He cleared his throat.

“You...you would do that?”

“Of course,” you said with a frown, turning your body completely to face him. “This is what you need, and you’re my best friend, and I’m willing. So you don’t have to let your morals get in the way.”

Peter stared at you for what seemed like a long time, eyes roaming over every inch of you. You watched as he swallowed, the conflict written all over his face. You could see that he was scared, afraid that he’d hurt you, but you could also see the fire in his eyes, the desire to take you up on your offer.

“Worst case scenario-.”

“You die?”

You rolled your eyes at him, stepping closer.

“You won’t let me die, Peter. We both know it,” you whispered, pushing your sleeve up and holding your arm out.

Peter’s dark eyes snapped to the bared skin, no doubt tracing the veins that you couldn’t see. Hesitantly, he grabbed your wrist, taking a deep breath before slowly lifting your arm as he bent his head. His breath, like everything else about him now, was cool against your skin. You watched as he closed his eyes, dark lashes contrasting against his fair skin, before opening his mouth. You barely got a glimpse of his sharp canines in all of their glory before they were sinking into your arm.

The reaction from you both was instantaneous. 

A loud gasp escaped you, but not from pain. No. Your body heated up like never before, blood on fire as Peter let out an equally loud groan. An addicting sense of euphoria descended over you, and you felt your legs shaking, lashes fluttering as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Sensing this, Peter reached out with his free hand and tangled it within your hair, pulling you closer until your head leaned against his shoulder.

You could feel him moving forward, and he didn’t stop until your back was against your car. His hand tightened in your hair, almost painfully, but all you let out was a moan, your breath choppy and lips trembling as he pressed his leg in between yours. Your free hand clutched his jacket, attempting to pull him closer, and a low moan escaped his own throat as he pushed his thigh more firmly against your now heated core.

You faintly noted that this was a lot more erotic than you anticipated, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. He was still pressing your head to his shoulder, and your lips brushed the fabric of his jacket as you murmured his name.

“Peter...Peter…”

You couldn’t tell if you were asking him to stop or not, but considering this was the best high you’d ever been on, you concluded that you were not. Suddenly, all too soon, Peter practically ripped himself away from you, and you would’ve fallen to the ground if he hadn’t caught you. Your chest was heaving, so was his, and when you peeled your eyes open, his own wide ones were focused on you.

“Shit,” he cursed, looking like he was seconds away from getting in trouble. “Shit, shit, shit. I shouldn’t have done that. Mr. Stark is going to kill me…”

“Hey...it’s okay,” you panted, weakly reaching up to brush a dark strand out of his face. “I’m okay. How do you feel?”

He seemed stumped by the question, and he suddenly blinked, brows drawn together as he stared down at you. His lips were stained with your blood.

“I...haven’t felt this satisfied in weeks,” he whispered, looking at you strangely.

You weakly chuckled, eyes fluttering closed.

“Good.”

You had only been seconds away from falling when he caught you, and he finally straightened as he lifted you into his arms. You could feel yourself on the verge of sleep...or was it the verge of death? Either way, you were happy that Peter was happy. He gently deposited you into the passenger’s seat, strapping you into place. Your head lolled as he shut the door, facing him as he settled behind the wheel.

You could feel his eyes on you, and with difficulty, you opened yours again. He was staring at you with that look again, and you were sure he thought you crazy for putting your life in danger like that. The car was quiet, just the sound of your shallow breathing could be heard, and you thought to yourself that you kind of wanted to tell him you loved him. However, before you could, Peter leaned over and pressed his blood-stained lips to yours.

It was quick and soft, just the barest of touches, but it made your eyes widen nonetheless. You stared at him as he sat back and started the car, and you wanted to keep staring at him, wanted to ask him what the hell was that, but sleep finally got to you before you could.

It was days before you finally discussed what had happened, and that was only because it was days before Peter needed to “feed” again.

“I think I can go longer without when it’s human blood...because it’s what actually satisfies me. What my body needs,” he murmured one night while you were watching a movie you’d both seen a million times.

“That’s a good thing. Surely Tony will see that this is the best thing to do. This is what will keep you in control and allow you to go on missions again...see your aunt May…”

You had decided to keep what happened between the two of you, but you didn’t exactly feel right about it. Peter sighed and shook his head.

“No. I think he’d send me away,” he quietly told you.

You quickly moved your head to look up at him, your cheek on his chest as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s been doing research, trying to find others like me. I think he has. I overheard him talking to the captain and Sam one day. He’s thinking about sending me somewhere I can learn to control my thirst and utilize my new…abilities or whatever,” he grumbled.

You fully sat up now, looking down at him with a stricken expression. His eyes finally moved away from the screen, and he smiled at you, rubbing your back in a soothing manner. 

“I’m not going to let him send me away, Y/N, but he’ll definitely try if we tell him what happened.”

You nodded, forcing your heart to slow before you laid back down. Peter’s hand was still on your back, tracing patterns into your, well, his shirt. You listened to his slow heartbeat, the organ pumping what was left of your blood through his body. Your lashes fluttered when he dragged his fingers up to your neck, the appendages playing with the hair there. You found yourself humming when he tightened his hold there, and you looked up in confusion, prepared to ask him what he was doing when his other hand gripped your arm, and he pulled you up.

His lips met yours in a kiss that was nothing like the first one. You gasped against his mouth, and he wasted no time before taking the opportunity to taste the inside of yours. Peter moaned into the kiss, circling both arms around you now as he rolled the both of you over. He settled himself between your parted legs, and you sharply inhaled at the bulge you felt there.

Peter’s hand traveled to your neck again, grasping the hair at the nape, holding you in place as he dragged his mouth down. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he bit you, throwing your hands out to grasp anything you could. Your right hand hit the lamp on the nightstand, and it fell to the floor with a soft crash. Peter’s other hand pressed into your back, forcing you to arch your chest into his.

His hips were rolling into yours, his clothed member pressing against the most sensitive part of you so deliciously. You let out a soft moan, one hand clawing at his shirt, pushing the fabric up to drag your nails along his back. Peter had you completely pinned in between him and the mattress, every curve of his hips sending pleasure through you.

“Peter,” you moaned, reaching up to drag your hand along the headboard. “Fuck, Peter.”

You could feel your blood crawling past your neck, staining his sheets, but he didn’t seem to care. The bed shook a bit from his movements, and you hooked one leg on his waist as he continued to grind into you. You could feel yourself fading, and you welcomed it, and before you could, one particularly slow roll of his hips sent you over the edge.

You were a moaning mess as you came beneath him, his teeth still embedded in your neck. Your whole body shook, legs practically vibrating as they fell around him, chest heaving as he finally pulled away. He licked at your neck, and your arms fell to the bed, soft murmurs leaving your lips to which Peter chuckled at. He brushed his thumb over your lip before leaning back down, lips grazing your ear.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You did, he was, and he greeted you with a kiss, further filling you with confusion as you wondered just what you were. You didn’t want to ruin it, didn’t want to break the spell by trying to make him define this. You simply wanted to enjoy whatever this was, and enjoy it you did.

Every few days or so, you found yourself squirming beneath Peter one way or another. Sometimes he simply pressed kisses along your neck as he rolled his hips into yours, sometimes his teeth were in you, and sometimes his fingers were in you, the sound of it so loud as he thrust them in and out of your fluttering core. The rest of the team was none the wiser as you both satisfied each other in more ways than one. It was usually in the dead of night when everyone else was asleep, and Peter was wide awake.

“Ngh, Peter,” you panted, fingers twisted into his dark locks.

You were completely naked before him, a first, as he swiped his tongue over your wet folds, another first. His own fingers were pressed into your thighs, holding them down in a way that hurt so good. The cool air hit the bite mark on the inside of your left thigh, and you hissed as Peter slid his tongue past your slick walls, tasting every inch of you that he could.

A thin layer of sweat covered your frame, and you realized that you lost track of how long Peter had been alternating between tasting your blood and tasting your lips. His mouth completely covered you, and you shuddered when he sucked on your little bundle of nerves, sharp teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

You could feel your...3rd? 4th? Or was it the 5th climax of the night that you felt approaching? You were so tired, but Peter didn’t seem to have gotten his fill of you, and his lips kissed along your mound before traveling to the space in the crease of your thigh before he swiped his tongue over your thigh itself, the unmarked one. It was dark in the room, and when Peter glanced up at you, dark promises in his eyes, you noted that they almost seemed to glow in the dark, like that of a feline.

He wasted no time before sinking his teeth into your skin again, and you pressed your hand to your mouth to keep from making too much noise. You knew that he’d ordered F.R.I.D.A.Y to soundproof the room, but it was a force of habit by now. Your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, and that was how you fell asleep that night, with Peter’s face in between your legs, drinking from you in any way he saw fit.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Bucky sarcastically greeted as you walked into the kitchen the next morning.

Steve threw you a sheepish smile, visibly sorry on Bucky’s behalf for his behavior.

“Cut it out, Buck.”

“I’m just acknowledging that the princess has been holed up in her room more often than not as of late. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you went home, but I noticed that you’re still eating my cereal, the only other person who eats the kind I like, so…”

You rolled your eyes as he trailed off, and he reached out to pull on your shirt as you neared.

“What’s with the turtleneck, squirt? I know it’s freezing outside, but in case you haven’t noticed, it’s 77 degrees in here.”

You tensed at his words, and you ignored the way Steve eyed you over his mug.

“I just think I’m coming down with something is all. I’m a little chillier than usual today,” you lied.

He simply hummed, and that was when you finally noticed his attire. Steve too.

“Are you guys going on a mission?”

“You’d know the answer to that if you actually left your room once in a while,” Bucky grumbled, and Steve lightly shoved his shoulder.

“Yeah, the whole team’s heading out. Well...except…” Steve trailed off, and you nodded. “...but Nat and Sam are supposed to be returning from their assignment today, so they’ll be back later.”

You nodded at Steve’s words, not quite liking the way that he was studying you. You hurriedly poured your own cup of coffee, quietly telling them to “be safe” before moving to get out of Steve’s watchful eye.

Hours later found you and Peter on the couch, hardly paying any attention to the movie before you. You had the compound to yourselves, something you looked forward to, but Peter had other ideas than that of what you were thinking.

“You want to...leave?”

You frowned at him, unsure that you heard him right. Peter was facing you with his elbow on the back of the couch, propping his head up as his other hand traced your collarbone.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Mr. Stark...I think he’s getting serious about sending me away for a while. I think he suspects us, but I’m not sure.”

You mulled over his suggestion, unsure of how you felt about it.

“They couldn’t even find me last time. I’d make sure they’d never find us,” he told you.

“I...I don’t know. I mean, I love you, but I’d miss everyone else,” you replied.

When you looked to him, he looked surprised, and his lips parted as he blinked at you.

“...what?”

Your brows drew together.

“What?”

He scooted closer, a slow grin forming on his pink lips.

“You love me?”

You scoffed at him.

“Of course. Peter, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” you finally confessed.

You thought that it would’ve been obvious by now, but Peter just looked as if you told him he’d won a million dollars. Before you could register it, he reached out to pull you into a kiss. It was passionate and full of yearning...and hungry. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moved closer, Peter’s hand pressing into the small of your back. His lips trailed from your own down to your jaw, pressing kisses there and to your neck. You’d changed shirts as soon as everyone had left.

You knew what he wanted, what he needed, and you welcomed it as he pressed his teeth into your skin. A breathy moan climbed out of your throat as he laid you down. Your heart was going haywire in your chest, the realization that Peter returned your feelings finally hitting you. His hands ran over you, brushing over your breasts and down your sides before he hooked them underneath your thighs.

He pressed his bloody lips to your décolletage, nipping at the skin there before they grazed the swell of your breasts. He bit into the flesh that spilled over the top of your shirt, and you trembled beneath him, a loud moan escaping you. He growled into your skin, fingers pressing into your thighs almost painfully. You weren’t sure how long you remained beneath him, lashes fluttering and lips parted as ecstasy clouded your mind, but eventually, you felt yourself fading in a way you had never felt before.

Your vision blurred, and you could feel your heart starting to slow.

“Peter,” you worriedly murmured.

He seemed preoccupied with releasing himself from his jeans, fingers brushing over you as he reached underneath your skirt. You opened your mouth to protest, but all that came out was a choked sound, the sound transforming into a breathy gasp when he thrust into you.

“Peter,” you weakly called.

You could feel yourself fading fast, and Peter’s own breath was harsh as he drank from you, snapping his hips into yours with every thrust. You could faintly hear a door opening, and you wanted to warn him, but you could hardly move, let alone speak. Darkness creeped along the edge of your vision, and the last thing you heard before going under was a feminine scream.

You knew that you were in the infirmary before you even opened your eyes. The steady beep of the monitor next to you told you that whatever condition you had been in was pretty serious. You struggled to open them, but when your eyes finally peeled open, you noticed that the room was empty.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you’re awake,” F.R.I.D.A.Y noted. “I will inform Mr. Stark immediately.”

You cringed, squeezing your eyes shut at the mention of the last superhero you wanted to see. You just knew that you were going to get an earful, and you didn’t really care to hear it. You just wanted to know where Peter was and if he was okay.

Tony burst through the doors a lot sooner than you would have liked, and you avoided his eye. He didn’t say anything, and you knew that he was angry, because when did Tony Stark ever have absolutely nothing to say?

“Are you insane?” he finally wondered, and you sighed.

“Where’s Peter?”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” he snapped, and you finally looked at him as he stomped towards your bed. “You could’ve died.”

You shrank underneath his cold stare and harsh words, glancing away.

“Do you get that, Y/N? When Nat and Sam got here…”

He trailed off, face reddening as he was no doubt recalling what he’d been told, probably what he’d even seen thanks to F.R.I.D.A.Y. You watched as he swallowed, releasing a breath.

“Any later, and you would’ve been dead,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly told him. “I just wanted to help him.”

He heaved a long sigh, a tired and exasperated sound.

“I know you love him…”

You frowned at that, wondering if the whole damn team knew.

“...but he needs help from people who can help him. Help him to control himself, hone his new skills, help him so that he doesn’t kill you,” Tony finished, and you blinked back tears. “Go home and let us handle Peter. When the time is right, he’ll be able to see you again.”

The tears finally spilled over, and with a shake of his head, Tony left you. After a few more days in the infirmary, and several blood transfusions later, you did as Tony instructed. It felt strange to be back home after spending nearly 2 months at the compound with Peter. As you entered your room, sitting on your bed, you felt silly.

Tony had been right. You had almost died. You recalled the feel of your life literally slipping away as Peter drank from you, too lost in the taste and feel of you to notice that he was losing control. You had only wanted to help him, and you had ended up making things worse. Was Tony right to treat it like an addiction? Had you hindered Peter more than you helped him? You didn’t know. All you knew was that your actions almost led to your death at Peter’s hand, and that Tony’s actions had not.

You didn’t know where Peter was, but you had faith that he was alright. You hoped that Tony didn’t give him too hard of a time for what he’d done, but you knew that was unlikely. Nat, poor Nat, had literally walked in on him feeding from you and fucking you. There was no telling what the poor woman thought, and you hated the idea of them treating Peter like some wild animal that needed to be caged.

It was 3 nights later when you woke up to the feel of fingers ghosting over the side of your face as you slept. It took you a moment to register what was happening, but when you blinked your eyes open, you were surprised to come face to face with Peter as he stood over you.

“P-Peter?” 

You struggled to sit up, and you rubbed your eyes, noting the way his own dark ones lingered on your neck. 

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re getting out of here. C’mon,” he said, reaching for you.

You frowned at him, and you watched his own face fall.

“I don’t...I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you honestly told him.

He frowned at you, and guilt tore through you for more reasons than one.

“Don’t listen to Mr. Stark-.”

“Maybe I should’ve. Maybe...maybe he knew what he was talking about,” you said, cutting him off.

His hand fell to his side, and his dark eyes narrowed on you.

“You’re afraid of me,” he murmured.

“No! No...not really-.”

He cut you off with an angry sigh, and you folded your arms over your chest.

“I almost died, Peter!”

You watched the conflict on his features, brows furrowing ever so slightly.

“...and you would’ve never forgiven yourself...and I feel like it’s my fault…”

Peter stood over you, dressed plainly but darkly, chocolate locks kissing his forehead as he stared at you. He didn’t look happy.

“So you’re taking his side,” he surmised. 

“I just think you should hear him out,” you whispered. “We tried it our way...and look what happened.”

He didn’t say anything, and neither did you. You sat there, and he stood there, both of you just staring at each other. You watched the way Peter’s jaw clenched, and he suddenly reached out to tangle his fingers in your hair, pulling you into a kiss as he neared. You pressed your hands against his chest, but Peter forced his way onto your bed, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of you as he moved his mouth against yours.

“Mm, Peter,” you protested, turning your head away.

“They think I raped you, you know,” he quietly said, the loud sound of tearing fabric filling the room as he ripped your t-shirt straight down the middle.

Your eyes went wide at his words, and he chuckled, the corner of his lips quirking upwards into a smirk.

“Oh, yeah. They think I coerced you with my new abilities or even just flat out bit you and took you anyway I saw fit,” he whispered.

The irony of the situation was not lost on you, and you desperately fought against him. Your underwear was next, and you were no match against Peter’s newfound strength as he batted your hands away, moving to remove his own clothes.

“They don’t know that I had you squirming beneath me, purring and mewling like a desperate kitten.”

His voice was husky, thick with the desire to sink both his teeth and cock into you. He gripped your legs, separating them like it was nothing despite your efforts to keep them closed.

“They think that you’re bad for me…”

It was embarrassingly easy for him to slide into you, your velvet walls giving him a wet welcome. He sighed out as he pressed into you, dark eyes somehow darker.

“...they think I’ve formed some supernatural bond with you, some kind of blood tie…”

A choked moan slipped past your lips as he started to thrust into you, and Peter leaned down to press kisses to the corner of your mouth.

“...and they might be right, but it only cements what we both know.”

His hands pressed into the sheets beside your head, his labored breathing reaching your ears as he pulled back and snapped his hips into yours again and again. Your head was spinning from the way he dragged his cock through your clenching walls, completely unrelenting in his pace. While this technically wasn’t the first time he fucked you, it was the first time you were coherent enough to truly feel what was happening.

“Peter,” you murmured.

His nose brushed against yours with every thrust, and he released a shaky breath.

“...and what do we both know?”

There was a desperation in his eyes that took you by surprise, and your heart clenched.

“Say it...for me…”

You swallowed, lashes fluttering as he slowed down his thrusts.

“I’m yours.”

His own eyes fell closed at the admission, slowly sinking himself into you, basking in the feel of you wrapped around him.

“You gave me your blood...your body…”

He leaned down to trail kisses along your neck, rolling his hips against yours.

“...and you’ll give me your soul. You’re mine in every way a woman possibly can be. In every way a human can be,” he purred, sharp teeth grazing over your warm flesh.

His words made your stomach flutter, walls clenching around him, and just then, your phone buzzed. Like that first night, it was in your sheets somewhere, and the continuous buzzing told you that it was a phone call. You had a guess as to who it could be and what they wanted.

They were looking for Peter.

You looked to him when he paused, watching as his face darkened. He wrapped his hand around your noisy phone before throwing it at the wall, the device shattering upon impact. His dark eyes met yours again, and he kissed you, stealing your breath away as he moved within you again.

“They want to know if I’m with you...if you’re safe…”

You could feel him smiling against your lips, and your nails pressed into his sides, hanging on as he pushed his knees beneath your thighs, widening your legs and forcing a guttural moan from you.

“They think you’re in danger around me...and they’re probably right, but not the kind of danger they’re thinking of.”

One of his hands fisted itself into your hair, pulling your head back, baring your throat to him, and you knew what was coming.

“You don’t know how much I fought with myself that first night...how badly I wanted to tear into you anyway I could,” he whispered, voice strained. “You were all I thought about when I was attacked...when I changed…”

His hips sped up, the sound of slapping skin filling the room as he pistoned into you.

“For your sake, I’m glad you gave yourself to me, because I planned to take you from the very moment I stepped into your bedroom.”

His teeth pressed into your neck, breaking the skin, and your climax washed over you, euphoria clouding your mind and senses as Peter drank from you. His thrusts didn’t stop, and one hand pressed into the headboard above you, blood staining your pillow as the bed shook from the movement of his thrusts. You knew that Peter was far from done for the night, finally claiming what he felt was rightfully his.

~

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Craving

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance

Summary: Dating a brat is exhausting. Dating a bratty vampire is even more exhausting so you wonder, why did I even agree to this?

It’s a continuation of Love Bites but can be read separately because it’s really just 12k long of vampire porn with no real plot.

Warnings: Vampire sex, bondage, oral sex (69), overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, implied public sex, a little bit of dom!hyuck and a little bit of exhibitionist!hyuck, blood sucking (plenty of that) 

Not once in your life did you ever imagine yourself dating a vampire. And certainly, never thought about living together with that so-called vampire boyfriend of yours. You never know what to expect from a situation like this but maybe it’s better not to think too much about it anyway since Lee Donghyuck always manages to exceed your expectation.

Before you became his personal midnight snack, Donghyuck had to search for his own food which either meant he had to buy blood bags from the cheapest hospital around or pick up girls with low self-esteems downtown to have kinky and messy—like really messy, blood everywhere, you don’t want to imagine—one night stands with them to fulfill both his needs for blood and sex. He often complained about it, grumbling with his lips turning into this adorable pout as he told you how he wasn’t fond of his way of life or the effort he had to make just to survive.

So now that he has you as his personal walking blood bag, Donghyuck is having the time of his life and he’s enjoying every minute of it. He’s one hundred percent happy all the time that it annoys the heck out of you. It’s not that you don’t want him to be happy—of course, you want your boyfriend to be happy—but happy Donghyuck means he’s gonna get all clingy and playful, and him being clingy and playful means hell.

“Hyuck.”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m trying to do my laundry.”

“I’m aware.”

“So, can you get off of me for a second, please?”

“For a second? Sure.” He untangles himself away from you but only for a second, literally. “Second’s up!” The way he giggles is almost like a child, circling his arms along your waist and buries his face in the crook of your neck again, nuzzling up to you while chanting, “Cute, cute, cute, you’re so cute. The cutest girl in the whole universe!” 

Donghyuck is clingy as fuck. He can’t go through the whole ten minutes without, at least, ruffling your hair, poking your cheek, or pinching the bridge of your nose. You’ve known for a while that he’s fond of skinship more than anyone you’ve ever met and it was bearable before since he only did it when he was flirting with you. But ever since you’ve become official, he just literally couldn’t get his hands off you.

So, how on earth would you get any of your work done?

The second the sun sinks below the horizon, Donghyuck will come out of his room with the biggest smile on his face and his arms spread wide, “Baby, I’m awake! Come here and get your daily dose of Hyuck’s loving!” And if you don’t respond to him in the way he wants to—which is by embracing him and kissing him for a good half an hour or so—he will make sure you won’t be able to pay attention to anything else but him for the rest of the evening.

He follows you around like a puppy, humming the same Michael Jackson’s song over and over again as he waits for you to finish washing the dishes, his feet tapping against the floor to match the beats in his head.

“Don’t you have something else to do besides waiting for me?” You ask, scrubbing the rest of the barbecue sauce off your plate. 

“I do have something to do.” And he suddenly pops up behind you, blowing air to your ear. “You.”

And you raise your silver spoon in the air, forcing him to run to the other side of the room, whining, “Baby, that’s not fair!”

Whenever you’re busy reading a book, Donghyuck will snuggle close and insist for you to sit on his lap. You’re not complaining in the slightest because it does feel nice and he rarely does anything weird since he also enjoys spending his time watching tv with his chin placed on the top of your head and his arms circled idly around your waist. It’s you who tends to get distracted with the way his chest is pressing against your spine, his laugh reverberating straight to your skin whenever something funny is playing on the screen. And when you get distracted, your heart races, and when he hears your heartbeat increasing, he chuckles lowly, leaning in to nibble at your earlobe while whispering, “If you’re horny, you can just tell me, baby.”

And you smack him in the head with your book.

Today is a bit different. Today, you have dedicated yourself to switch your role and be the one who teases the hell out of him instead. But since he’s too sly, always a step ahead of you whenever you make a plan to humiliate him, there’s only one way you can win this game: ignoring him.

So that’s what you intend to do. When the night takes over and Donghyuck comes out from his room with a bird’s nest on his head and a cheeky grin on his face, saying, “Baby, I’m awake and I’m ready to hear how much you’ve missed me during the day,” you just sit there on the couch, flipping another page of your novel. “Hey, Hyuck,” you simply greet him.

“Hey, Hyuck?” He repeats, appalled and disgusted with the way you said it. “What kind of treatment is that? Is it that time of the month already?” He takes a whiff of the air. “No, it’s not. I can smell it.”

“For the sake of our relationship, please refrain yourself from smelling my scent to know my menstruation cycle in the future, thank you.”

“How? You want me to stop breathing?” He laughs to himself. “Just kidding. You know I don’t breathe.”

You want to roll your eyes and bury your face in your hands—ashamed of the things he said—but you realize that you have to play it cool and give him the cold shoulder.

Placing hands on his hips, he questions with a huff, “So I’m not getting any hug around here?” 

“I’ll be with you in a moment.” 

You move away from the living room, doing literally anything else but giving him what he asks for. Donghyuck sighs and follows you too, as expected, leaning his back against the kitchen counter as he waits for you to finish making yourself a cup of coffee.

“Did I do something that upset you?” He asks, scratching his cheek.

“No, of course not.” You smile, giving him a squeeze on his arm. But then you walk away, leaving him confused and bitter.

Ignoring him is both fun and hilarious because you can see him stealing glances at you even when he tries to act cool about it. He tries to distract himself by playing video games but he keeps on losing so he presses his fingers a little too hard to the controller, nearly breaking it in half.

“Careful,” you warn. “I borrowed that thing.”

“Whatever.” He throws the controller away, scoffing. “It’s stupid anyway.”

To know that his happy self can be reduced to this grumbling mess just because you’re ignoring him makes you feel elated and you wonder, am I a sadist for enjoying this so much?

Hours have passed and you still won’t give in to him, which is really something because he’s doing things that almost make you crawl back to his lap. Donghyuck knows how hot he is, knows how his eyebrow raise and half-lidded eyes do wonders to your heart and mind. So it’s not a surprise when he walks out of the bathroom with his wet hair pushed back, showcasing his temple and his perfect eyebrows. Droplets of water are sliding down from his bare chest to his v-lines, with his white towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. He doesn’t head back to his room right away, and instead, takes a seat on the coffee table, right in front of you.

“Babe.”

You promise yourself inwardly that you will not take a fucking glance at him when he’s like this. “Hmm?”

“I know you’re trying your best to ignore me but your heart is beating like crazy.” He’s raising his eyebrow. You know it. You’re not seeing it but you know it. “Isn’t it time for you to give up your stupid little prank and make-out with me already?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This time, you open your MacBook, busying yourself with typing words on your keyboards.

Donghyuck walks over—still in his fucking towel and nothing more, for God’s sake—and leans closer from behind the couch. He looks over your shoulder as you browse the internet to find something to distract your thoughts. He snorts loudly when he sees the article you’re reading.

“Chalamet?” He jeers. “Who’s Timothee Chalamet? What kind of name is Timothee Chalamet?”

“He’s an Oscar nominee and he’s barely twenty-five. He’s cute.”

“So? I’m cuter than Timothee Chalamet. Way more beautiful too. Just FYI, they invented the term ‘beautiful’ to describe me actually. Happened a long time ago. It’s a fact.”

“That’s great,” you blankly respond, typing another name of a celebrity on the search bar. “I know there’s another term they invented for you.”

“What, ethereal?”

“Cocky-Ass Bitch.”

He gasps and he’s not even breathing.

And when you keep denying his protest, he pushes your MacBook away from your lap and tackles you down to the couch.

“I can’t believe you’re looking at some other dude when you have me paying you full attention,” he says, wetting his lower lip as he peers into your eyes, his body hovering dangerously close above yours. His eyes are gleaming with both desire and affection which still makes the knot in your stomach tighten to this day but you’re a tad better at controlling your expression this time. A droplet of water drops from the tip of his hair to your cheek.

Wiping it off with a slide of your thumb, you comment, “You’re wet.”

“So are you, ever since you’ve met me.” He winces at his words when a few seconds pass by in silence. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

You tap his cheek. “As long as you’ve learned your lesson.”

He pouts as he heads back to the main topic. “Your prank is going too far, Sweetheart.”

“What prank? I don’t do pranks, Hyuck. I’m not you.”

“So, why have you been ignoring me then?”

“Is it really that weird for me to just have some time for myself?”

“Well—I—” It’s the first time he ever seems lost for words. “I just—”

“What, are you thirsty?” You flatly ask, telling yourself to not let your eyes wander to the muscles in his arms and stomach. “Don’t tell me you want to drink again. It’s only been a day, Hyuck.”

“It’s not that!” He whines, pouting with his eyebrows knitting in a frown. “Can’t I snuggle with my girlfriend?”

“That’s literally what you’ve been doing all this time.”

“Yes, but you haven’t been focusing on me properly!” He sighs loudly, letting you go, and throws himself down on the other end of the couch with a loud huff. “You know what, I think we really should talk about this.”

“Talk about what?”

“About how you’re not really cute these days!” He blurts out, hands moving animatedly as he speaks. “You used to be all fidgety and shy, blushing all the time whenever you see me—”

“In your head, maybe. I don’t recall ever doing that.”

“See, this!” He throws his hands in the air, exasperated. “This is what I’m talking about. You’re mean to me now! Not cute at all!”

“Is this our first fight?” You ask, yawning a little which makes your boyfriend gapes in disbelief. “Are we really fighting over the fact I’m not cute anymore? Seriously?” But when he becomes more upset, you break out in a grin. “I’m just messing with you.” Still laying down on the couch, you tug at his hand. “Come here.”

He crosses his arms on his chest. “No.”

“You don’t want your daily dose of my sweet, sweet loving?”

He shakes his head, his lower lip protruding. “Why should I be the one who needs to crawl over to you? This is your fault. You come here.”

You exhale loudly but on the inside, you can’t help but squeal he’s so fucking cute.

You’re not usually aggressive during make-out sessions—well, at least not with Donghyuck anyway. With Mark, you had to take a lead or else you’d just end up watching TV until you both pass out on the couch. But you decide to step up your game today because just as much as he likes to tease you, you also like to tease him.

“Fine,” you say, crawling over to the other side of the couch and settle yourself on his lap. You lay your hand on his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. “Better?”

Donghyuck is still glowering at you in response so you decide to take a step further. “You look so hot without your clothes on,” you praise him, thanking God that your voice doesn’t stutter. Your fingertips draw a line from his Adam’s apple down to his chest. “But I guess you already know that seeing how many times you’re doing this on purpose.”

He scoffs, swatting your hand away before he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Don’t touch me. I’m still pissed at you.”

You chuckle. “Ah, so no Hyuck’s loving for me tonight?”

“No Hyuck’s loving for the whole week.”

“You sure about that?” Toying with the buttons of your shirt, you wiggle your eyebrows seductively at him.

He hears the sound of your button being popped open but gives his best effort to keep his eyes away. “What are you doing?”

“Undressing myself.”

“Why?”

“Because my cute vampire boyfriend is upset,” you pause to stand on your knees, tugging the rest of your shirt out from your skirt before you discard it to the floor. “And I know this would please him.”

He instinctively turns to you, his nose almost grazing your bare stomach before he quickly looks away again, albeit tempted to suck bruises on the supple skin. Donghyuck’s eyes move to stare at the ceiling, gulping at the sound of you pulling down the zipper on your skirt to loosen the fabric before you push it up to your hips, giving him the chance to stare at your thighs when he wants.

“Hyuck,” you move your hips slightly, giving him enough friction to entice his mind. “Baby.”

Donghyuck tries his very best to avert his gaze to anything else besides the part that connects you to him. “No,” he repeats, clenching his jaw.

“But Hyuck…” You realize you’re practically moaning his name now and it’s both embarrassing and exciting that you can play the role of a seductress and having that kind of effect on him. Hooking a finger around your bra strap, you pull it down, exposing the joints between your neck and your shoulder. “Don’t you want me?”

He suddenly whines loudly, throwing his head back with his teeth gritting against one another as he murmurs “You’re unbelievable,” bitterly into the air but you can hear his confidence wavering. It only takes another grind of your hips against him before he snaps. 

You’re suddenly thrown back to his bed before you know it. He was moving too fast for your eyes to process that you could only felt being carried for a split second before you have your back pressed against the sheets.

He’s hovering on top of you, your hips trapped between his knees. “You do realize,” he begins, “That I never just look at you as an object of sexual desire, right? You’re more than that to me.” He bends down, one hand curling against the front of your neck, his thumb tracing your beating vein. “Way, way more than that.”

His sincerity and serious demeanor catch you off guard. “Yeah, also as someone to fill your midnight cravings.”

“Of course not—”

“I’m kidding, I know.” Your playful gaze is replaced with a tender one. “But you always react like this whenever I tempt you that way so I couldn’t help but tease.”

He scrunches up his nose. “You’re not cute.” But the way he slots his mouth against yours speak nothing but praise and adoration. “You’re not cute at all.”

Surprisingly, Donghyuck is gentler after your first sexual encounter with him. Maybe it’s because he feels sorry for sucking too much blood and went a little rough when it was your first time on everything. You always try to convince him that it’s fine and it doesn’t hurt at all during the time you have sex with him—because the chemicals in his saliva triggered an endorphin rush, pumping pleasure all over your body—but seeing how you could barely walk on the next morning, Donghyuck decides to restrain himself.

You still remember the second time he decided to take a step further, about two weeks after your first intimate session with him. Donghyuck was at his very best behavior that night—making you dinner, listening to you complaining about your work, and swaying his body with you to the soft music he played in the background. Being in such close proximity, you couldn’t help but wonder why he never laid a hand on you again. He did drink from you, once every two days, but he always acted so rigid, so jittery when he held you to his chest, drinking from the side of your neck. You were awkward too, not sure how to place your hands or say something to break the tension. You could hear him swallowing, once, twice, taking a big gulp each time and you could feel yourself drowning in refined pleasure, losing track of the world from his bite.

Speaking of that, you notice one thing. This endorphin rush you feel every time he sinks his teeth into your skin also affects your sexual desire. You didn’t realize that before because you were having sex the first time he bit you. You finally understand why those slutty girls he brought home loved having their blood sucked by vampires. Sex with a vampire itself is transcendent, so having your blood sucked during sex? A dangerous, erotic, and lovely bliss.

But Donghyuck never touched you that way, that was the problem. Every time he finished drinking, he’d retract his fangs back, making you whimper at the loss of his effects on you and leaving you dizzy with blood loss. He’d wipe his mouth clean, tilt your face to check on your condition—which you always responded with a goofy smile as you reeled on the lingering sensation of his bite—and say, “I’m sorry that you had to do this for me. I’ll carry you back to your room. Hold on to me.” And you’d allow him to do just that, secretly hoping that he would join you in bed but he never did. 

Was the sex not good? Were you too loud? Too whiny? Too docile? Were you too shy? Does he prefer his partner to take control in bed? Be more aggressive? These questions ran back-and-forth in your mind to the point that you began to have trouble sleeping.

So when two weeks had passed after that bathroom incident and nothing happened, you decided to bring the matter down to the table. You were craving for his touch, even more so when he looked so fucking good with his hair slightly pushed back, his shirt doing nothing at hiding the muscles in his arms, his face hovering just a few inches away from yours as he led you close in a slow dance. You just needed to ask before you went crazy.

“Why won’t you touch me?”

Donghyuck blinked. “What?”

“Why won’t you touch me?” You repeated, heat rising to your cheeks. “After that night in the bathroom, you never… made a move on me.”

That question should’ve triggered something sinful coming from his mouth, probably like, “Oh, so you want me to touch you? Enlighten me, Sweetheart, just how much do you want me? Where do you exactly want me to touch you?”

But Donghyuck actually just stood in silence with conflicted eyes. You had to call his name to force him to speak. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You won’t hurt me—”

“No, you don’t understand.” He cupped the side of your face, thumb rubbing soothingly against your cheekbone. “Drinking your blood already makes me want to do crazy things to you. You’re so alluring, so…” He wetted his lip, his eyes going down to take in the shape of your mouth. “Intoxicating.” He moved his thumb to trace the smoothness of your lips. “I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to control myself when we take a step further than this. I don’t want to hurt you again like I did the first time.”

It’s funny how he mentioned the word intoxicating because that was how exactly you perceived him. His whole being was intoxicating, turning every sound in the room into a whisper, every bit of your surroundings into a blur. The world did not matter when you were with him, as it solely revolved around him.

So you yanked him down by the collar of his shirt, slotted your mouth against his, lips parting to taste a hint of the coppery flavor of your blood on his tongue. Donghyuck instinctively reacted by enclosing his arms along your waist, pulling you close until you breathed heavily against his mouth. He was a man of passion, burning like the sun, lips scorching as he met yours in a searing kiss.

He tried to break away, holding your wrist in the air. “Wait, stop—”

“I have an idea,” you immediately said, kissing him once again just because you couldn’t hold yourself away from the temptation. “I have an idea we can try, so—” Another kiss, but he was the one who initiated it this time. He pushed you against the wall, gentle but dominating, his knee slipping between your legs, pushing up the fabric of your dress. You moaned against his mouth, fingers fisting against his shirt, desperate for support. He slid both hands down your thighs, silky smooth against your skin, and lifted your legs in the air, forcing you to tangle them around his waist to maintain stability.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, reeling in the way he peppered kisses from your jawline down to your neck, tongue lapping at a speck of dry blood on your marked skin. “Let’s go—ah—let’s go to your room—Hyuck—”

He was busy having his hand under your shirt, splaying his fingers on your stomach before they found their way up to your breast, but he heard your order. He carried you back to his room, lips never leaving yours and you found yourself pressed against the sheet the next time you blinked your eyes. 

“Those handcuffs,” you gasped out between his smothering kisses. “Those handcuffs of yours that you keep in your closet. Use them.”

Donghyuck abruptly stopped, tugged himself away. “What?”

You were breathless and lightheaded, chest heaving up and down. “It upsets me to say this,” you confessed, “But I remember that time when we haven’t started dating, I found a pair of handcuffs in your closet and—”

“You went into my closet?”

“To clean your stuff. You had your clothes scattered all over the place so I had to fold them up and when I was about to put them back in, I saw them. I thought it was probably one of your kinks so I just shrugged it off. You honestly didn’t realize how clean and organized your closet was that day?”

“Well, I was never messy to begin with.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

He pouted, sighing. “Right, so you knew about my bondage kink. You’re telling me you want us to use it?” He gave you a look. “You had sex one time and you’ve already found yourself a kink? Seems like I underestimated your sexual curiosity, woman.”

“It’s not that.” You rolled your eyes. All of this rambling did not fuel your arousal, at all. “I want you to wear it.”

Donghyuck actually looked disgusted. “I like to tie my women, not being tied up, thank you very much.”

“You said you were scared of losing control, right? If you’re tied up, you won’t be able to hurt me.”

He snorted. “A cheap handcuff like that won’t be able to hold me down, Sweetheart.”

“But at least it serves as a reminder.” You laid your hand on his chest, drawing lines on the cold skin. “I mean, I’m fine whether you wear it or not. I just want to be with you.” You pulled him down into an innocent hug, but the way you were grinding your hips against him was anything but that. “But if you feel this,” you palmed his length through his jeans, forcing him to emit a groan from the back of his throat, “can make you lose control then maybe we should try my idea. I don’t want us to stop, Hyuck, and I don’t care if you break me.” You leaned in to bury your face in the juncture of his neck, whispering, “I just want to feel you inside me again.”

“Fuck.” He groaned loudly against your shoulder, fingers twisting against the sheet. “Okay, where’s that fucking handcuff—” The way he tumbled down the bed—a century-old vampire tumbling down the bed—makes you giggle, even more so when he frantically rummages his closet, throwing clothes here and there, muttering, “where is it, where is it, come on, come on, come on, where’s that fucking thing,” to himself, until he finally hooked his fingers around a pair of handcuffs, shouting, “YES, I FOUND THEM,” to the air. 

He hurriedly went back to the bed, looking breathless when he wasn’t even breathing, and crawled on top of you again. He chased after your lips and your laughter soon reduced back into gasps and moans before he finally broke away, asking, “Okay, tie me up. Hurry.” You’d think that being alive for more than a century would’ve taught him some self-control, but Donghyuck was eager and desperate, way more than you were.

He flipped your body before you could prepare yourself so you yelped in surprise, landing on his chest as he laid himself down on the bed, his head nearly knocking against the headboard. He offered you his wrists, saying, “I’m all yours, Sweetheart.” And you gulped hard, heartbeat blasting through the roof, heat rising to your cheeks. 

The handcuffs were made of steel, cold to the touch and you secretly thanked the Lord that they weren’t one of those furry ones you saw in porn movies. You were secretly drooling at the sight of your usually dominating boyfriend lying helplessly on the bed, waiting for you to take the lead; his broad chest displayed under your hands, with you straddling him by the hips. His shirt was slightly pushed up, showcasing his v-lines and his navel that usually stayed hidden underneath. You followed his happy trail, disappointed when it disappeared behind the hem of his jeans.

“Stop being so blatant about it.” His voice was velvety, thick with seduction. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

“I—I wasn’t staring.”

“Never said you were.”

It was annoying how easily he could make you feel all hot and flustered. “S-shouldn’t you take off your shirt first?”

He held back a smile. “I can fuck you just fine with my shirt on but sure, I’ll take it off.” There was something in the way he grabbed the back of his shirt before he pulled it over his head that made you blush, averting your gaze but managed to sneak a peek at the way the muscles on his abs were contracting under the movement.

“Baby?” He snatched you back to reality when a few seconds had passed in silence. “If you don’t tie me up now, I’m gonna tie you up and have my way with you.”

You blushed. That… actually doesn’t sound so bad. You shook your head. That can wait. With shaky fingers, you place one of the handcuffs around his wrist and tied the other one to his headboard. He tried to yank his hand free, testing the strength of it. “I can break this in a split second,” he commented, “But I guess it does work as a reminder.”

“Do you have another pair that I can use to tie your other hand?”

“Leave my other hand free,” he demanded, eyes gleaming as he gazed at you. “I want to touch you.”

You breathed heavily. “O-okay.”

“So,” he smiled, awkward and amused. “We’re doing this?”

You bit your lip, slowly nodding. “W-we’re doing this.”

“Aaw, nervous?” His laughter sounded light in your ears. “How cute.”

“Shut up.”

“Then, come here,” he invited, gesturing you to come close with one hand. “Kiss me.”

You didn’t waste a second longer. 

His kiss was slower this time, almost shy as if it was the first kiss you shared with him and it somehow made your heart beat even faster. You could hear him chuckling against your mouth, probably noticing your heart rate and you slapped his chest playfully to stop him from hearing things he wasn’t supposed to.

“Ah, you’re cute, so cute,” he kept saying, tracing his tongue along your lower lip, begging for entrance. His kisses gradually became deeper, harder, and his muffled laughter was replaced with soft groans. His praise was reduced to your name and you sighed in pleasure when you felt his lips moving down your neck, grazing your beating vein.

The position felt a bit awkward but possibly because you had never done it with him before. You were lying on top of him, your body pressed hotly against his chest and although he was already half-naked, you were still fully clothed. You weren’t sure whether you should undress yourself or let him do the work, but could he do it with one hand?

You remembered the time when he ripped your camisole and bra at the same time with only his fingers.

Yes. Yes, he could.

But Donghyuck seemed to be aware of what you were thinking because he ordered you to, “Take your clothes off.”

“I’m—” Flabbergasted, you pulled away, sitting straight on his stomach. “C-can’t you just take them off for me?”

You could tell he was trying to hold back another smirk from breaking upon his face. “But baby,” he cooed, raising his free hand in the air. “I only have one hand.”

“You practically ripped my undergarments with one finger before.”

“Did I?” His smirk grew prominent. “I forgot.”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“What, being straddled by my girlfriend as she tries to undress herself while I’m being tied up to the bed?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Meh, it’s not bad.”

“Why you little—”

Donghyuck’s laughter was contagious when you tickled him on the sides of his stomach that you ended up smiling at him too but it soon faltered when he curled his fingers around your locks, bringing your head down to smash his lips against yours until they were red and bruised. You became nervous once again when he tugged on your shirt, silently ordering you to take it off.

“Okay,” you said, sitting on his stomach, fingers trembling slightly as they were fiddling around the top of your dress. “Can you… look away, please?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re making me nervous.”

“Baby,” he tittered, “Just in case you weren’t aware of this. Being your boyfriend means that I’m allowed to enjoy the sight of my girlfriend taking her clothes off.”

“M-maybe later in the future. Can you just look away now?” When he was still adamant about it, you added, “Please?”

He sighed. “Fine, but in the future don’t blame me if I ask you to strip-tease to make up for this.” He closed his eyes, lips pouting. “Also, this is the only time I’ll allow this to happen.”

“Two weeks in our relationship and you’re already ordering me around.”

“It’s not—” He groaned loudly, opening his eyes again to make sure you knew that he was glaring. “It’s not that. I just really want to look. There’s something sexy about girls taking their clothes off.”

“Girls?”

“I mean, you, baby. Only you.”

You gave him a flat look. “Whatever. Close your eyes.”

He jutted out his bottom lip but followed your command, while quietly repeating your line, “Two weeks in our relationship and you’re already ordering me around.”

“I heard that.”

“I heard that,” he mocked and you flicked him on his Adam’s apple until he whined.

Dating a brat was exhausting. Dating a bratty vampire was even more exhausting, but Donghyuck could also be charming and mature when he needed to be so you forgave him for that.

Seeing how he kept his eyes closed, you reached the end of your dress and pulled it off your head in one try. Strands of your hair were caught in the zipper, tugging at your scalp when you tried to unravel them in a hurry. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you gave better effort to disentangled them with more patience.

“Need a hand, Sweetheart?”

You jolted, a squeak fell off your mouth. When you turned around to see him, your boyfriend was staring at you with a bratty grin on his face.

“Hey!” Flushed, you slapped him on the chest. “I didn’t tell you to look.”

“You told me not to look when you took your clothes off. You didn’t say anything about me staring at my cute girlfriend having the biggest crisis of her life.” His little laughter was just as annoying as it was charming. “Come here, I’ll help you.”

Your pride wouldn’t let you but you had spent minutes trying to break free from your stupid dress with no satisfying result so, with a heavy heart and a prominent scowl on your face, you bent down, leaning close to him until he could let his hand roam along your locks.

“This is so stupid,” you grumbled.

“I think it’s cute,” he chuckled, carefully unwinding the strands from your zipper. “This is the cutest you’ve ever been to me.”

You blushed slightly. Trying to avert your attention away, you began to focus on the sight in front of you. Pressed against his chest, your face was almost buried in the crook of his neck. You took the chance to press soft kisses on the cold skin, running your fingertips down from his collarbone to his navel. 

“There, done,” he said, tossing the dress away without a care. He sounded a bit breathily when your teeth grazed against his neck. “Let’s not waste any more time. Come here, I need you.” The way he tugged you toward him by your elbow was firm but not forceful. And no matter how much you had kissed him already, he still loved the way you moved your lips against his and never wanted it to stop.

Being on top of him didn’t necessarily mean you were in control. Even with one hand tied, Donghyuck knew how to lead, whispering guidance here and there, sometimes in the way that made you blush from how specific his orders were. Before you knew it, you were both fully naked, with you sitting on his thighs, stroking at his length as directed.

Donghyuck shivered under your touch, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “You—” He had to nip on his bottom lip to contain his groan when you swiped your thumb along his slit. “You don’t happen to have any lube with you, do you?”

You were so captivated by the way he looked, all needy under your fingers, that he had to call you by your name to gather your focus back to his question. “Oh, n-no. Why?” You stroked him faster, curling your fingers a little bit tighter around his length.

Donghyuck threw his head back, eyebrows adjoined in the middle. “Fuck,” he hissed, eyes glazed and when they peered back into yours, they were glowing brightly in topaz—almost golden, and brighter from the dim lighting of his room. “Well then,” he heaved, wetting his lip. “I guess, we’ll do it the old school way. Turn your body around for me.”

“What?”

“I want to be romantic and use pretty words, but desperate times need desperate measures so get your ass over here,” he gestured with his hand for you to come over to his face, “and your face over there.”

Steam practically came out of your ears from how ashamed you were. “What?!”

“I need to make you wet and you need to coat my dick with saliva so it won’t hurt when I get inside you.”

He wasn’t joking when he said he wasn’t going to be romantic about it. How the fuck can he say something like that so easily?! “I—I can’t,” you were practically wheezing, “It’s too embarrassing—I—”

“If you don’t want to suck my dick, you can just spit on your hand and—”

“I’m more worried about sitting on your face—”

“Oh, no need to worry about that.” He gave you a reassuring smile which somehow upsets you even more. “It’s actually something I’ve been imagining to happen—”

“Oh my God—”

“Would you stop freaking-out and listen to me, please?” He was laughing and you were having a seizure. “Babe, relax. Trust me, it will feel good.”

You had no doubts about that but still, it didn’t suddenly make it easy for you to just naturally sit on his face. But to be honest, the thought of it was as exciting as it was embarrassing and with Donghyuck being relaxed about it—not making this into such a big deal, unlike how Mark reacted when anything sexual occurred—you couldn’t help but succumb to your own curiosity.

“Okay,” you pressed a hand against your chest. “Just let me calm myself down a little.”

He suppressed a smile. “You’re having a crisis again?”

“Shut up.”

No matter how much you tried to compose yourself, you couldn’t. You became even more nervous, and you thought that wasn’t possible. The naughty twinkle in Donghyuck’s eyes gradually turned tender and he reached out a hand. “Here, let me help you relax.” 

You let him take hold of your wrist, bringing it to his face. He kissed your inner palm before he dragged his lips down to your wrist, his eyes peering into yours as he did it. You could feel his lips turning into a faint smile as they grazed your skin but on the next second, he bared his teeth, extended his fangs, and punctured your skin with them.

“Hyuck—” You yelped from the pain but soon began to lose yourself to the ecstasy of his bite. You could feel all the knots in your body started to loosen one-by-one, your mind becoming hazy with bliss. 

Donghyuck didn’t sink his teeth too deep and didn’t drink too much, only a gulp and nothing more even when his eyes were glowing bright, gravely needing another taste of your blood. He lapped at the wound, kissing the bite mark he made on your skin. “How do you feel?”

“I’m…” Your eyes began to droop, blinking slowly. “Great…. I feel great…”

He chuckled at your words. “That’s good to hear,” he said, “Now turn around and lower yourself on my face.”

You could barely hear him but you got the picture. As if hypnotized, you felt your body moved even before you could finish your thought. Donghyuck’s free hand was placed on the inner part of your thigh as you hovered above his head, spreading your legs apart. “Come down here, Sweetheart, I don’t bite.” You couldn’t see his face but you could tell he was smirking, and if you weren’t this intoxicated, you would’ve smacked him with the nearest pillow over his poor choice of words. But the effects of his bite and the rush of endorphin that were still coursing through your veins made you follow his commands without further question.

You were balancing yourself with your hands on his stomach as he ran his tongue along your folds, tasting you just a little bit but you already shivered at the sensation. “Hyuck…”

He hummed in response, sounding like he was having the time of his life, pushing your thigh further apart so you could lower yourself more, his tongue dipping into your heat this time.

You were going insane, you could feel it. Breathing heavily, you decided to focus on a task at hand. You curled your fingers around his length, thumb brushing against the slit again because you knew how much he liked it before, and you could feel him moan before you could hear him.

You gave a tentative lick on the head, kissing his tip before running your tongue along the vein. Your fingers were stroking the area your tongue didn’t cover and you could hear him purring in content. After a brief second of self-preparation, you parted your lips and tried to go down on him in one try. Donghyuck threw his head back against the sheet, groaning loudly between a train of expletives, so sexy and obscene. 

Hearing his moans encouraged you to do better so you tried to swallow him whole again. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you tear up a little bit from the discomfort but you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed around him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Donghyuck swore, his grip around your thigh grew tighter that it made you flinch but you continued with your ministration, bringing your hand into the game this time. It was so exciting, the sensation of having him dissolve into a groaning mess under your touch so you stroked him faster, sucked him harder, and continued even when he was practically whimpering in ecstasy.

As an act of revenge, Donghyuck licked his way deep into you with his free hand pumping a finger inside you and adding another one soon after. When you moaned around him, it urged him to go faster, his digits were now scissoring inside of you.

You were practically crying by the time he told you to stop, urging you to turn around to face him because “I want to see your face when you come.” You positioned yourself on top of his length, cheeks bright red from all the passion and lust you have swirling inside your chest, and slowly sank yourself down.

Donghyuck’s handcuff was rattling against the headboard as he reeled in the sensation. His fangs were extended once again, his eyes glowing almost dangerously as he gazed at you from behind his bangs. “Fuck, you’re so—“ he hissed, his eyes going down to the part where you were connected to him. “How can you be so sexy without trying—”

The way he twitched inside of you made you quiver, and you tumbled down to his chest, your face closing in on him. He met you halfway when you sent him a signal to kiss you, smothering you with his lips, wet with tongues and painted with both desperation and urgency.

“Move,” he ordered, his voice suddenly turning low and perilous. “Baby, move for me, please.”

You granted his wish, wincing at the feeling of him growing larger inside you. The friction still burned so you tried to muffle your cry with his kisses, but after a few shallow thrusts, you could finally feel yourself relaxing, adjusting to his length.

“Faster,” he urged, unconsciously tried to hold your hips with both hands and groaned loudly when his handcuff pulled his hand back to the headboard. “Dammit. Baby, please, move faster.”

“Be patient,” you said between small gasps. Your nails were almost sinking to his chest. “It’s only my second time, Hyuck. Let me do it at my own pace.”

He initially groaned in protest, eyes tightly shut with his eyebrows furrowed but when he managed to collect himself, he apologized, "You're right, I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so hasty, you just make me feel so—" His jaw hung low when he felt you move, and by the time you began to clench your walls around him, he took his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning his head back against the headboard, relishing the moment.

As you steadied yourself with your hands on his chest, grinding your hips against him, you admired the details of his profile—his sultry half-lidded eyes, his plump lips, his cute front teeth that peeked out when he parted his lips in a silent moan, the tiny moles on his jaw and neck. He was both handsome and cute, and you were lucky—so damn lucky—to be able to witness these details with your own eyes.

“Fuck, I can’t—“ His voice startled you, snapping you out from your reverie. “I can’t do it like this. I’m gonna go crazy. Can you get off for a second?”

You were frowning but his urgency made you follow with a nod. You let him slid off of you, wincing slightly at both the pain and the loss of him. Donghyuck shifted his body until he was sitting on the bed, his spine pressed against the headboard. “Okay, come here,” he said, patting his thigh twice. You crawled over to his lap as requested, sitting on your knees as he held his length in one hand, positioning it over your entrance. You lowered yourself down, adjusting to his size once again and wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

“I can never get used to the feeling of you taking me in like that,” he murmured against your ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

The new position allowed you to embrace him properly and you took advantage of it, meshing your lips with him as you bounced up and down, your breasts pressing against his chest. His free hand was urging you to move faster, nails sinking into the skin and you complied, trying to move as fast you can. “Yes,” he moaned, mouthing against your shoulder. “Just like that. You’re so good.”

The sounds he was making were so erotic that they made you weak. When he felt your movements gradually became slower, he began to buck his hips forward, thrusting into you hard while holding you firmly with one hand. 

He nearly broke his handcuff from how desperate he was in wanting to hold you tightly with both hands, fucking you senselessly like how did with you before in the bathroom. But the way the steel was nearly sinking into his skin reminded him of the sole purpose of having it around his wrist. Feeling restrained only made his thrusts grow even more frantic, pushing your hips down to meet his at such a quick pace.

“Wait—” Taken by surprise, you clutched your arms tightly around him. “Hyuck—”

He suddenly sank his teeth on the skin under your jaw, between the earlobe and the collarbone and you nearly jumped out of your skin. For half an instant, it was agonizing. Painful and horrible. And then, just like that, the pain disappeared. He swallowed twice, moaning against your skin, his thrusts going out of rhythm. 

The rush of endorphin helped to push you to the brink, clouding your thoughts and you couldn't tell where your body ended and his began but it didn't matter. That was how you always wanted it to be anyway. Donghyuck's lascivious grunts tugged on your heartstrings and with a couple of his hard thrusts, you began to shake. "H-Hyuck, I think I'm gonna—"

His mouth was still on your neck, now sucking bruises with his cuspids threatening to puncture. "Come, baby."

You came undone, body trembling with the biggest orgasm you’d ever felt. Donghyuck moaned your name against your ear when he felt you clenching and shaking around him. “God, that felt so good,” he said, still moving his hips, not caring if you were still sensitive after your orgasm. “You feel so good around me. Fuck, I want to do this again and again—I want to feel you more—I want to break you—”

And when his hips began to stutter, you knew he was close. He pulled you into a messy kiss where you could taste copper on his tongue but you didn’t mind and bounced faster on his lap, driving him to the edge.

You were startled by the sound of him breaking free from his handcuff with a hard yank of his wrist, but before you could react, he was pushing you off his lap, forcing you to stand with your knees on the bed, facing the headboard. Still reveling in the aftershock of your orgasm, your legs almost gave out on you so you placed both hands on the wall for support. "Hyuck—"

He was almost growling when he placed both hands on your hips and pushed himself back in a way that was so forceful, you ended up having your upper body pressed against the wall. He brought your hips closer to his, his tongue trailed against the dip of your spine, and you begged him to, "S-slow down, I just came—" but all that he did was the opposite. He snapped his hips forward, knocking the breath out of your lungs with each pound while murmuring, "Just a little bit more, baby," with so much lust and avidity. You gritted your teeth, curling your fingers against the railing of your headboard as if you were hanging on for dear life. Everything felt so good, so fucking good that you began to part your mouth in a silent scream. 

With his head dangling forward, glowing eyes covered with his fringe, and your name tumbling down his lips in a soft, throaty moan, he came.

***

“How are you feeling?”

Dazed and completely fucked-out, you thought, but only answered with, “Tired.”

“Are you hurt somewhere?”

You shook your head.

“Thank God,” Donghyuck pulled you closer by the waist, both of your naked bodies were buried under the blanket. “I kind of lost control at the end.” He sheepishly chuckled at himself. “You were so hot when you came.”

“Shut up.” But that only made him laugh a bit louder. He pried your hands away before you could bury your face in them and cupped your cheek so you could do nothing but stare back at him.

“Is it too fast to say I love you?” He asked and his eyes were sincere but you were too embarrassed to respond properly so you pushed your palm to his face, pushing him away.

“Of course, it’s too fast. We’ve only started dating for like what, two weeks?” But the way your heart almost leaped in joy betrayed you. You turned away from him, focusing your gaze on the bed lamp on his nightstand instead of his face. “If you tell me in like a year or something, maybe I’ll believe you.”

His laughter was warm, a stark contrast to how his skin felt under your touch. He leaned close, lips brushing against your hair as he embraced you close to his chest. “Then I’ll say it every day until you say it back to me next year,” he said, voice gentle and sincere. “I love you, baby.”

“Ugh, you’re gross.”

“There you go, playing hard to get again.” He whispered the next words with his lips brushing your earlobe. “Your ears are going red, though.”

“I’m going to kick you.”

“Well, I’m going to love you.”

But you kicked him anyway. The playful punches and kicks under the blanket managed to ease the tension, and before long, you were back to exchanging nonsensical banters with him again. The sunrise was still three hours away and even though your eyes were a bit heavy with sleep, your body exhausted beyond belief, you tried to keep yourself awake to spend a moment longer with him. You didn’t have any schedule the next morning anyway, so you could sleep to make up for the time you spent.

“Hyuck?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s… something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while but I couldn’t since I felt so embarrassed about it.”

“Oh? It’s not often you’re honest like this.” He smirked, pushing the bangs out of your eyes. “What is it?”

“Did you…” You cleared your throat, trying not to be awkward. “Did you get to come when we had sex the first time?”

He blinked twice, startled. “Oh… I didn’t, actually.” He timidly smiled. “You kind of passed out during that time and I didn’t have the heart to continue so I just carried you back to your room.”

With cheeks turning scarlet, you squeezing his hand. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He pecked you on the nose. “It was my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have taken so much of your blood.” He gradually grew more serious. “I guess I’ve never thanked you for that, huh?” He tucked some strands of your hair behind your ear. “Thank you for giving me your blood. You’re literally the reason why I’m still alive to this day.”

“You’re welcome.” You mirrored his smile. “I have two other questions if you don’t mind.”

“Shoot.”

“Can vampires actually come?” You had to look away, noticing how stupid your questions was and added, “I mean, like, properly? Like humans do?”

“What, you didn’t feel it when I came inside you just now?”

You blushed madly. “I was too dizzy from the bite to notice.”

“Right, you passed out too. Again.” And before you could shout out your protest, he muffled your lips with his. “Of course, we can, Sweetheart. What, are you interested in making me come again?”

You gulped. “M-maybe later.” When you noticed him raising an eyebrow, you mentally slap yourself in the face.” I-I mean, not that I’m suggesting we should have sex again after this—”

“Oh? I was willing, though.” His godforsaken smirk should be banned from this world. Earning another punch to his stomach, he asked with a wince, “What’s the other question?”

You were still pouting from before but you asked, “Can vampires impregnate humans?”

“So eager to have my baby already? Two weeks in our relationship? Really?”

“Do you want to be punched again?”

“By your lips? Yes, plea—Aaw, hey, that hurts!” As he tried to soothe the pain away from the punch you landed on his chest, he added, “To answer your question, no. We don’t breed that way. Vampires are turned, not born.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He laughed. “Trust me, if vampires could get humans pregnant, then I would father hundreds of Hyuck babies by now.”

The thought of him having sexual relationships with other women in a way that was probably much hotter than yours made your heart drop to your stomach. There was an unfamiliar pain in your chest, pumping jealousy and resentment to your veins, clouding your thoughts with images of him lying in bed with naked women.

You turned away to face the ceiling, not saying a word. Donghyuck seemed to notice the way you got all tense and rigid so he laced your fingers with his, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “There’s only you now, you know that, right? For me, there’s only you.”

 You nodded but only so slightly, still felt uneasy. You knew that it wouldn’t be fair to be mad at him about this—it’s not like he was cheating behind your back. And he’d lived for more than a century, of course, he had plenty of both romantic and sexual relationships. You were just upset because he was your first and that meant the whole world to you, but you weren’t even included in the top 10—or 100, even.

Donghyuck eyed you in concern and carefully wrapped an arm around your stomach, fingertips trailing around your navel. “Did you realize that,” he began, voice soft and tender, “a few months before we started dating, I stopped bringing girls to our apartment? I switched entirely to blood bags to the point I had to spend all my money. Do you know why I did that?”

You turned to him, snuggling close but still wasn’t brave enough to make eye contact. “Why?”

He had his lips brushed against your temple as he spoke. “Because it felt wrong. Every time I got together with someone, I thought about you. When I drank their blood, I thought about how your blood would taste like in my mouth. When I held them, I thought about what kind of face would you make as you writhed underneath me. When they moaned out my name, I thought about how hot would it be if it tumbled out from your lips instead. You, with that cute voice of yours.”

You blushed from ear-to-ear. “I-Is that so…”

He smiled a little, probably noticing how loudly your heart was thumping inside your chest. “I had to stop entirely when I accidentally moaned your name during sex. Man, she was so pissed.”

You nearly fainted from the sheer embarrassment. “How can you say these things so nonchalantly?”

“I’m actually pretty shy about it.” And this time he did sound sheepish. He lowered his head down, lips lingering close, nearly grazing the vein that beats faintly under your neck. “So don’t think about my past too much, because I’ve been thinking about you—only you—for a while now.”

You shivered, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Cool.”

Donghyuck pulled away, scrunched up his nose. “Cool?”

“Yeah.”

“I literally just poured all my feelings out to you, embarrassingly so, and your response is cool?”

You gave him your signature ignorant shrug. “Well, I’ve known for a while that you had a crush on me. I’m flattered. Thanks.”

“You’re so—” He attacked you with playful pokes and tickles, hands fumbling all over the place until you both ended up falling from the bed, laughing against each other’s mouth.

***

“Babe, you ready?”

You push your door open at the sound of his call, still struggling with tidying your bangs so they can frame your face perfectly. You’re about to go on a date with your boyfriend and this is the first time he actually asks you out properly. You’ve gone out many times with him before but it was always either to shop for groceries or have dinner in the cheap Chinese restaurant nearby.

So you kind of dressed up all the way, curling your hair and tying it up in a perfect ponytail—because you know just how much he likes seeing your neck exposed—wearing minimal make-up but with bright red lipstick, and a matching red off-shoulder dress that highlights your collarbones. 

“Do you think this is too much?” You ask from the bathroom, still busy trying to put on your earring. When you’re done, you walk back to the living room, approaching his spot. “You haven’t told me where we’re going so I’m not sure what to wear—” You catch the way he’s looking at you, wide-eyed with lips parted in awe. “W-what is it? Are you thirsty again?”

He blinks himself awake. “For blood? Nope. For you?” He’s not subtle at all with his staring, eyes going up and down your body, committing every feature to his memory. “Parched.”

“If you’re gonna be this embarrassing the whole date, I’d choose to stay home, thank you very much.”

“What, can’t a man appreciate his girlfriend’s beauty?”

“Sometimes just a simple, you look nice, is enough.”

He chuckles softly, closing the space between you and running his thumb along your cheekbone as he cups your face. “I want to kiss you and ruin your lipstick so badly,” he murmurs, eyes almost glowing. The way he brings his lower lip between his teeth as he stares at you in a daze makes your stomach flip in delight. “But you look very beautiful right now and it would be a waste. I’ll wait until the end of our date. Then, I’ll savor every bit of you.” He leans in to whisper close in your ear, his smirk grazing against your earlobe. “In any way possible.”

You yank him by the hand, pulling him towards the door. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”

You can’t wait until your date is over.

***

Donghyuck reeks with charms and allures. You notice that, certainly, but unfortunately for you, so do other people because he is gathering attention from every woman he passes by on the street—even some men. He’s just walking along the pavements in his black ripped jeans and denim jacket, but he makes it look like a fashion show. He’s deep in concentration, thumb sliding on his phone’s screen as he searches for the location of the place he’s planning to take you. His brooding look makes you swoon but you try to be subtle about it, unlike those females who pass by, practically undressing him with their eyes.

You’re uncomfortable and jealous but you try to keep yourself composed. “Is it far from here?”

“Just a couple of blocks,” he answers, smiling as he tucks his phone back. “Are you hungry? Do you want to stop by and grab some dinner before we go?”

You’ve lost your appetite. “I’ll eat on our way back.”

“You sure?”

You respond with a nod but he seems worried. You notice some people whispering behind your back, questioning with a mocking tone about your status with this God-like male in front of you and you couldn’t help but to sigh. “Can we go now?” Your tone sounds a bit cold even to your own ears, and you feel sorry because this is not how you planned your date night to go.

Donghyuck must have noticed the silent chatters, or at least, the hurting look on your face. Taking a hold of your wrist, he pulls you forward until you stumble to his chest and kisses your lips. You swear you could hear people gasping at that, but you don’t care. You don’t care that he’s kissing you in public, on the side of the street, with his hand secured tightly around your waist. You don’t care if your lipstick is ruined, though he kisses you softly to make sure it stays intact. And you don’t care if people are questioning his sanity for dating a girl like you because Donghyuck belongs to you and he’s proud of showing that to the world.

When he lets you go, your lips are curving up into a grin, cheeks reddening both from the cold and his touch. “You have lipstick on you,” you say, tiptoeing on your feet to brush the stain off his lips with your thumb, and Donghyuck, with that sexy, mischievous twinkle in his eyes, parts his lips, playfully placing your thumb between his teeth just a second before he lets it slide away. Your head is about to explode from how sexy he just looked and he chuckles at the sight, pecking you on the forehead once. “Let’s go, baby.” He strokes your hair before he lets his hand slide down to your waist again, walking next to you with your body pressed close to his side.

It turns out your boyfriend is taking you to a photo studio which is quite huge for a normal photo shoot. As you see so many staff, models, and photographers around you, walking back-and-forth in the studio to make sure everything is in order, you begin to realize. “Are you—”

“Yep,” he beams at you, proudly. “I’ve got a modeling gig.” 

Your eyes grow wide because by the brand logo that you see plastered all over the place—on the back of the chairs, the doors, embossed in articles of clothing—it’s one of the top designer brands in the country. “What—how—” You’re flabbergasted. “How did you get this job?”

“I got cast on the street.” He simply shrugs. “It’s a one-time gig though, so nothing serious. But it is my first time so I’m pretty nervous about it, which is why I brought you along.” He swats the bangs out of your eyes, looking apologetic. “I’m sorry. This is probably not how you imagined our date night was going to be.”

“No, but this is better.” Your eyes are scanning the place. “Look at all these models! They’re so beautiful—Oh my God, I know him!” You almost jump on your feet at the sight of a famous model getting his hair fixed by his stylist. “Isn’t he the one who was on the cover of W Magazine last month? Oh my God.”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey,” Donghyuck pulls you back by the fabric of your dress. “I didn’t invite you to ogle at another man’s body.”

“It’s not his body, Hyuck. It’s his face, look at him!” You gesture toward the man with a sigh. “Look at those cheekbones, sweet Lord. His jawline has me feeling like sliced bread.”

Donghyuck snorts loudly. “Are you an idiot?”

“Might as well be. Can you get me his autograph?”

“I’m leaving.” And he really walks away, just like that, with his hands tucked inside the pocket of his jeans, and a scowl on his face.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” you hurriedly say, taking a hold of his arm. “Good luck with the photo shoot. I know you’d be amazing.”

He’s still not happy when he looks at you but he sighs, patting your head. “Thanks. You can wait for me in the hall. I think they have snacks and stuff.”

“Can’t I just linger around here?”

“To see me or to see him?”

“To see you, of course.” There’s no hesitation in your voice. “Seeing him is just a bonus. You’re my number one, Hyuck.”

He leers at you with suspicious eyes, still not one hundred percent pleased or convinced. “Well, I have to go. I need to change and get my make-up done.”

“Wait.” you hold him back again. “Do these people here know you’re, you know, not human?”

“No, and I intend to keep it that way. So, if you could just not mention it again, that’d help.”

You nod but when he’s about to part ways again, you reach out to him once more. 

“What?” He whines, groaning. “I really have to—”

You stand on your toes and interrupt him with a kiss, hands winding around his neck. It’s just your lips meeting his for a few seconds and nothing more, but it’s still painted thickly with passion and desire.

“Good luck,” you whisper with a shy smile. He’s left a bit dazed but eventually nods his head. When he walks away, he rubs his nape, a gesture he tends to make whenever he’s flustered. You grin proudly to yourself. He’s wrapped around your fingers just as much as you are around his.

After half an hour has passed, you see Donghyuck walking back into the studio in a new outfit that makes him look so goddamn attractive that it literally steals your breath away.  He’s wearing all black, from his turtle neck shirt, his khaki pants, his suit, even his hair looks somehow darker. He’s absolutely gorgeous, even the male photographer has to stop and stare for a good few seconds before he remembers to adjust his lenses.

Donghyuck poses naturally in front of the camera and it startles you how a simple pose could look so beautiful when it’s done by him. He unbuttons his suit, lets it falls off his shoulder, his eyes half-lidded as he stares into the camera—everything that he does reeks masculinity and femininity at the same time and you don’t know if that’s even possible. You’ve known that his body proportions are insane but this outfit just highlights every inch of his body that needs to be appreciated. 

A staff hands him a rose and he brings it close to his face, his lips grazing against the petal—making him look like a painting. His usual cheeky grin has vanished without a trace and the way he stares back at the camera—both enchanting and challenging—sends shivers down your spine.

Fuck, how is he so hot?

Two hours long photoshoot feels like a minute to you and you’re feeling a bit dazed when it’s over. Donghyuck walks over to your spot, pushing up his long sleeves to his elbows. “Hey,” he says, smiling a little. “Sorry, did I make you wait long?”

“Oh… Umm…” You’re blushing and you don’t know why. You’re just suddenly overwhelmed with his presence. “Y-you were…” Fantastic. Breathtaking. Absolutely gorgeous. Please take me home and have me as dessert. “You were good.”

“Good?” He raises an eyebrow, making you gulp. “That’s it?”

“I…” Your fingers are curling against the fabric of your dress. “You were great.”

Donghyuck seems a bit amused until he realizes something. He leans close, making you flinch when he takes a sniff near your neck. “Why do you smell like you’re…” A smirk creeps up his face. “Aroused?”

Yes, okay, just kill me. Kill me now. “I’m not—”

“Seems like someone is enjoying this photoshoot too much.”

You’re about to combust into flames. “Are you done? Can we go home now?”

“You want to go home? And do what?” He bites the corner of his lip as he tries to contain his grin. “Enlighten me, Baby.”

He’s seducing you, torturing you, and he’s enjoying every second of it. “Fine, then. I’ll walk home by myself.”

But as you turn around on your heels, Donghyuck grabs you by the wrist and pulls you forward to match his step, going in the opposite direction of where you were planning to go. “Wha—where are you taking me?!”

He shushes you quickly and makes a turn, barging into one of the changing rooms that models often use to get prepared for the photoshoot. The room is bright with fluorescent lights, though not as spacious as you’d thought it would be, but the only thing that matters now is that it’s unoccupied. 

Donghyuck kicks the door closed with his feet before he pushes you against it, lips meeting you in a searing kiss as he locks the door behind you. “Your scent,” he breathlessly says against your mouth, running his tongue along your lower lip. “It’s so thick with lust.” If it’s as thick as the teasing tone in his voice, you’re so doomed. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Shut up.” You kiss him, fisting the fabric of his shirt before you pull it off his head. Your hands immediately go down to his chest, caressing his stomach before they circle his neck again. “If we’re gonna do this then hurry up and fuck me.”

A small laugh reverberates from his chest. “So aggressive. And to think you were so shy yesterday.”

“Shut up. Does sex usually involve this much talking?”

“With me, it does.” He purrs against your ear, tugging your earlobe between his teeth. “Because then I get to see more of your expressions.” His tongue feels hot and dangerous on your sensitive skin. “You’re so fucking cute when you blush, but you being aggressive like this isn’t too bad.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up.” You’re already dying from shame and his unnecessary comments only fuel it even more. “Are we really—” you gasp when he pushes you up the wall, and you quickly tangle your legs around his waist for balance, the back of your red heels pressing against his spine. “Are we really doing this? Here?”

“Of course, we’re doing this.” His hands are sliding dangerously along your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up your body until it pools around your waist. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you laid your eyes on him.”

“What—” You throw your head back, making a soft thud when it meets the door. Hopefully, no one catches that. “You mean that model? I was just kidding—”

“Kidding?” He slips two of his fingers inside his mouth, coating them with saliva and it’s so sensual, the sight of him, that only seeing him do that already makes you feel sinful. He slides his hand down between your legs, wet fingers immediately finding their way to your heat from the side of your lingerie. “I don’t think it was funny.” He inserts his first digit, making you sink your nails into his shoulders. “Do you, baby?”

You’re breathing hard, temple pressing against his. When he feels you stretched enough, he adds another one. “Baby, I asked you a question,” he chuckles, scissoring his fingers inside you. “Do you think it was funny?”

“No.” You shake your head, a sob nearly escapes your lips.  The mixed feelings of being dominated, teased and pleasured at the same time make you feel lightheaded, and he hasn’t even drunk from you yet. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Aaw, but I’m not mad,” he coos, kissing you softly on the corner of your lips. “I’m a bit pissed-off but certainly not angry.”

His words are doing very little in reassuring you but you’re too busy focusing on the way he’s pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing fervently against your clit. “Hyuck—”

“Sssh.” He perks up, his movements stop abruptly. “Someone’s here.”

You mouth What?! in horror, about to shove him away so you can land back on your feet and fix your clothes and hair but he keeps you still. He presses his body harder, one hand holding the back of your thigh while his other one still lingers near your lingerie. There’s absolutely no way you can fight his superhuman strength.

Within the next few seconds, you can hear the clicking of heels meeting the marbled floor and you hold your breath, fingers shaking but the rest of your body is still. Donghyuck keeps his gaze on you, his eyes unwavering as he tries to read the situation.

“Hey, it’s locked. Why is it locked?”

“I don’t know. It wasn’t locked before.”

Two female voices can be heard from exactly behind you and you’re about to break out in a cold sweat. If you breathe just a little bit harder, they probably can hear you. Donghyuck notices the way your breathing tatters and with a gleam in his eyes, he smirks.

And moves his fingers again.

Your hand immediately shifts from his shoulder to his wrist, trying desperately to keep it from moving. Your eyes are throwing ice daggers as you mouth don’t you fucking dare to him but his sly grin only gets wider. He leans in to pepper sultry kisses on your jawline, up to your ear, whispering, “Keep your voice down.” And though he speaks reassurance, his fingers are not.

He slides one between your folds, tentatively pressing into your heat before he drags it back, heel continues to add pressure to your clit. It’s when he inserts the digit back into you that you begin to flinch. He helps muffle your voice down with his kisses first but when you truly need to be silenced, he pulls away, enjoying the view of your cheeks turning scarlet, bangs sticking to your temple with sweat, and adding another finger into your warmth.

“So cute,” he whispers, his eyes are starting to glow. You notice that their color changes depending on what he’s feeling.  They glow when he’s thirsty, that much is obvious, but there’s also one other condition. The more he’s aroused, the brighter they get, almost turning topaz entirely, and soon his cuspids will follow, extending to take a bite. He still has his fangs retracted, but his eyes are gradually gleaming brighter as he takes in your expressions. “So pretty…” The way he praises you is almost like he’s in a haze. “I love seeing you like this.”

“What to do? My purse is inside.”

“Shall we ask around for the key?”

You’re so scared, terrified beyond belief and Donghyuck is savoring every moment of you trying to contain your moans. “Aaw, they’re going to open the door,” he murmurs against your ear. “What do you think we should do, baby?”

Fuck if I know. Your eyes are closed shut, your fingers curling against his nape. He licks a stripe up your neck, moaning softly from the desire to fill his mouth with your blood. “I know one thing for sure,” he swallows, wetting his lip. “I need to make you come first.”

Donghyuck always lives up to his promise. He knows what he’s doing and it feels extremely pleasant having his fingers deep inside you but you can’t give yourself into the pleasure entirely from the fear of being caught. But as he goes faster, now focusing more on playing with your clit, you feel fire coursing through your veins, loosening the knot in your stomach, and out of panic, you bite him hard on the part where his neck meets his shoulder, muffling your moan as you come onto his hand.

You can feel him flinching, a low grunt erupting from the back of his throat but you’re too dazed to notice. When the aftertaste of your orgasm starts to decrease, Donghyuck lets you down to the floor. You have to keep your hold on him as your legs wobble under your weight and when you look up, you see him with his fangs fully extended, his eyes glowing as bright as the sun.

“Hyuck—“ He bites into your skin without permission, and he does it fiercely, sloppily, that your blood begins to taint your dress. You’re grateful that it’s at least in the same color as your blood so a few drops won’t be noticed. The rush of endorphin calms your nerves, almost leaving your senses dull and you slide down to the floor, your spine still pressed against the door.

When he pulls away, he lets his tongue runs along his lower lip, wiping it clean from your blood. His eyes are strictly golden.

“My turn now.”

***

[therealvinelle]

What do you think the Cullens would do if some person they were talking to, out of nowhere just quite literally exploded in front of, and on them? Kinda like in that movie Spontaneous. Would they lose control and slurp up the mess on the ground, (and themselves) or would their bloodlust be curtailed by shock of wtf just happened?

I'd say something witty about how this is a strange anon to receive, but holy jesus you've sent me down a rabbithole.

Here's a trailer to the movie Spontaneous. It looks amazing. Kevin Feige wishes this had been his plot for Infinity War.

Here's a trailer for the movie Spontaneous Combustion, which I found by accident while searching for your fic. This looks amazing too. Can't believe Marvel didn't buy the rights to this guy.

I'm serious, people, you definitely want to watch these trailers. I just about died laughing.

So, on to your ask.

In the spirit of your ask, which implies a level of randomness, I thought the people blowing up should be random too. So, being in the mood to procrastinate through spending way too much time on tumblr things, I wrote a program that'll generate for me random Twilight characters.

Unsure whether the explosion should kill vampires or not, I generated an answer. The answer is yes, any generated vampire dies.

Without further ado:

Alice watches Vladimir blow up.

Alright, alright.

The first question to be answered here is why Alice is in Vladimir's presence in the first time. In canon they only meet once, at the end of Breaking Dawn.

For the sake of simplicity, we'll have Vladimir blow up then.

The Cullens and the witnesses are all celebrating being alive, when Vladimir suddenly explodes.

For the sake of the ask, Alice is sitting closest to him when this happens and making conversation.

Her first thought is utter shock. Not just that he blew up, but that she didn't see it coming (she wouldn't, because I randomly generated him. No decision was made). Her second thought is horror.

The Cullens just confronted the Volturi, now mere hours afterwards their allies are blowing up.

Holy fuck, Aro has a gifted ace up his sleeve, and he's using it to kill them remotely.

Panic ensues, not just for Alice, but among all the witnesses. Some of them refuse to leave, Bella has to shield those 24/7, though given the belief that her gift is psychic that doesn't make them feel very safe.

The others decide to go after the Volturi and beg for mercy, assuring them they never meant to challenge them.

Aro, of course, is very confused, but agrees. Why, yes, he does have a vampire who blows people up. Yes, yes he does.

Bella watches Aro blow up.

Oh I'm dying laughing at this one. And wishing I'd put this down for Carlisle, that would be even funnier, but alright.

Bella is walking about post-Breaking Dawn, minding her own business, when suddenly Aro appears in front of her. He looks around himself, utterly surprised by his sudden deplacement, and then blows up.

Bella has been living in terror of this man for years.

In Volterra he had his servant torture her and Edward and then made ominious threats, then a few months later the Eclipse disaster unfolded, finally we have Breaking Dawn where he showed up to murder her and everyone she loved.

Her shield may be powerful, but for as long as Aro was alive her family was never truly safe.

His untimely implosion changes all of that.

I imagine after a long moment of incredulity, Bella burns the rubble, just to be sure, then tells her family the joyous news.

Carlisle gives the guy a funeral. It's weird.

Carlisle watches Vassilii blow up.

Close call, due to my not switching out the names we almost had Angela. In which case Carlisle have stood there, covered in blood and in shock for several long seconds, before bringing out the bleach and gasoline for a crime scene clean.

As it is, Carlisle is minding his own business when suddenly an immortal child dressed like a medieval Eastern European appears before him. It says something in a foreign language that might mean "hi", he doesn't know but he says "hi" to it back, then the child blows up.

Carlisle stares at the rubble for a very long time, wondering if he is perhaps losing his mind. If, perhaps, Aro was right about animal blood being a slow suicide, and Carlisle has finally hit the limit for how long a vampire can go on without human blood.

He burns the rubble and prays for the child's soul, as an immortal child is doomed anyway, and keeps his silence about what happened. In part because there's a solid chance this was all in his imagination.

If Aro ever touches his hand again, and sees the immortal child that he burned a thousand years earlier resurrect, travel through time, all in order to blow up in front of Carlisle, he... well there comes a point where you say "nothing to see here" and refuse eye contact with the universe glitching.

Edward watches Randall blow up.

Randall, for the ignorants, is one of Carlisle's friends that came to witness for the Cullens in Breaking Dawn.

Suddenly he appears in front of Edward, says hi and how do you do, and then he blows up.

Edward tells Carlisle, who is saddened by this, and they try to piece the guy together. They fail.

Edward sends a somber thought to this noble man who agreed with Edward that the Cullens are awesome enough to be worth dying for.

Emmett watches Mary blow up.

Emmett will never admit it, but it's the coolest, raddest thing he's ever seen.

Esme watches Eleazar blow up.

Oh boy.

The Cullens are visiting the Denali. Irina has not been dead for long, but given the crystal clear memory of vampires, and the loss they already suffered (Sasha's death traumatized them) it doesn't really matter how long it's been, the Denali are devastated anyway.

The whole coven is as fragile as it can possibly get.

Then, Eleazar goes to join Esme in the kitchen, and explodes all over her and the kitchen.

The remaining Denali and the Cullens are called to the kitchen by the sound of Esme's screaming, and find her in hysterics, surrounded by gray rubble.

The Denali are near catatonic with grief at this point, while cooking has been ruined for Esme. One moment you're making food, the next people are exploding all over your kitchen.

Yeah.

Esme is not okay.

Jasper watches Nahuel blow up.

It's a shameful moment in his life.

But, hybrids are edible.

And that blood was splattered all over him.

Jasper has the worst control fail of his life, worse even than when he failed with Bella because this fail means he can't be around Renesmée anymore.

It's miserable all around.

The one highlight here is that it didn't happen when they were headed to the Volturi trial together.

Rosalie watches Emmett blow up.

Jesus christ, random Twilight character generator, just when I thought you were just going to give me boring results.

Not only does Rosalie lose the love of her life, the guy who kept her together, the one good thing she had going for her who made her life worth living, but he did so right in front of her, blowing up out of nowhere.

There's no explanation to be had, no culprit to be found, no reason for it. She had no goodbye, just as she can have no revenge.

She will never have closure.

Renesmée watches Renée blow up.

We go out on a high note, my god. Well done, generator, I'm laughing.

Renesmée is curious enough about her grandmother to go to Florida. She was going to watch from afar, but finds herself talking to the woman who raised her mother.

It's all going well until Renée suddenly explodes all over Renesmée.

Renesmée's first thought is nothing, she's in shock.

Then...

Well, she was controlled as an infant, so I don't think an adult Renesmée would lose it unless under extreme circumstances, like if she encountered a singer.

More, though, Renesmée might have any reasons of her own not to drink human blood, but she has been raised with this being a big no-no.

So she shouldn't.

However...

Is she ever going to get a better chance?

Ethically, she could easily argue this is the right choice. No one will be negatively affected by this, at least not directly.

The human is right there, already dead, and there's no body so while Renesmée does have to clean up the gore. Hell, if she laps up the blood on her clothes and the ground she will be cleaning up. Why waste perfectly good blood?

If Renesmée Cullen is ever going to have human blood, this is it.

It will come down to how much she respects her grandfather, and how important she believes Renée was to Bella.

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Bonus, because I'm having way too much fun with this:

Bree watches Atheonodora blow up.

Bree is minding her own business when suddenly a vampire unlike any she has ever seen before, one with hazy eyes and odd skin, appears before her. They stare at each other. Then the woman blows up.

Bree takes this to mean that exploding is apparently something vampires just do sometimes, runs off in a panic and, sobbing, tells Riley.

Riley, having no idea what to make of any of this, tells her it was those evil yellow-eyes with their witchcraft and sorcery.