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Bite

Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

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Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot.

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best.

A bonafide, absolute idiot.

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out.

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning.

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time.

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight.

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word.

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession.

There's no way you think this one looks bad.

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck.

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features.

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too."

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter.

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all."

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier.

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday.

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool.

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend.

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door.

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh.

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20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week.

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…"

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees.

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling."

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests.

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways.

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies.

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair.

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks.

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again.

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this.

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you.

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here."

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before.

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile.

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side.

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes.

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?"

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down.

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away.

But alas, she doesn't.

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight.

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes.

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see."

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality.

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner.

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying."

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you.

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation.

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people.

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks.

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party."

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?"

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one."

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?"

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me."

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip.

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!"

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks.

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter.

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me."

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer.

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets.

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else.

You can get your own revenge.

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them.

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you.

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion.

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away.

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes.

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later.

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen.

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers.

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her.

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall.

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge.

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun.

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are.

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover.

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path.

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up.

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you.

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you.

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be.

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers.

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!"

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting.

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now.

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath.

"What's wrong?"

There's that voice again.

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it.

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me."

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like."

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches.

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas.

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads.

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little.

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled.

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters.

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs.

When did that happen?

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you.

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you.

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment.

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy.

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her.

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against.

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time.

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now.

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly.

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to.

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out.

"I'm Lisa."

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease.

"Likewise, beautiful."

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced.

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips.

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing.

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again."

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire.

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes.

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise.

"That sounds wonderful."

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close.

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed.

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off.

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up.

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors.

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof.

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you.

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over.

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself.

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away.

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window.

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now.

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building.

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations.

She does a twirl, looking around.

"It's gorgeous."

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up.

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out.

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms.

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her.

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months."

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself.

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking.

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains.

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters.

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh.

"Maybe, but it's the truth."

"Sure, Lisa."

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms.

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace.

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song.

Turning Page, you recognize it as.

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites.

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too."

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud…

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it.

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you.

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is.

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush"

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly.

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you.

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second.

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss.

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping.

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up.

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck.

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late.

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey.

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too.

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her.

"Please…"

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more.

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go.

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there.

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before.

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there.

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask.

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

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oneoftheprettynerds · 3 years

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Worth The Eternity: Dark! Bucky x Reader (Vampire AU + Mob AU + Soulmate AU)

This is for @cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge. Congratulations, keep slaying! I wrote this instead of studying, so pray for my paper please lmao.

A/N: This tired girl tried.

WARNINGS: something between dubcon and noncon present. Triggering, darkish themes.

Summary of sorts: Ever seen Hotel Transylvania 1/2/3? In this AU, mythical creatures exist and have soulmates and you feel a zing if you are blessed enough to encounter them.

"Boss, we narrowed it down to these core three suspects.” A husky voice, slightly muffled by the sack on your head, entered your ears and you had a hard time being calm.

You had been picked up from your office, specifically the basement of Oscorp Industries while entering your sleek silver car. A pinch in your neck and everything comically blurred. Next thing you know, you are waking up with your entire body sore, your muscles and joints screaming and begging for freedom from tight restraints. Your vision is black, as if you are staring into an abyss and your vision is filled with white and red dancing spots forming patterns, maybe from the hours of inactivity.

Muffled noises of protest and scraping of metal against the concrete floor entered your ears and you realized you are not the only one here held captive. You racked your mind for possible explanations but couldn’t come up with one.

You lived a very simple life, even as the vice president of Oscorp industries. No messing around, no rivalries with other employees, no butting heads with the seniors on the Director’s board. Was this a ploy against the company? Or a domination statement against the weaker species, the humans?

Lucky enough for you, you realized you would soon find out as the sound of a shutter opening and metal clanking noisily filled your ears.

“Took you long enough, Scott. Fill me in.” Another brooding voice reprimanded jokingly and a million goosebumps traveled the path of your skin as you involuntarily shuddered.

“Yes Boss. We tracked the missing sum to the account of this man on the left. He has fourteen other accounts under different names and nationalities, pretty hard to trace but not impossible luckily. This proved he is shady so he’s most definitely involved.”

“This ginger on the right, he made the suspicious call with weird words so we believe he pretty much passed the verdict, calling the shots with the codewords. He has had several surgeries, his face is fucking silicon at this point but his DNA showed us his true identity, Mr. Rumlow here is the Consigliere of The Midnight Moon.”

You sat and listened, piecing together whatever you understood. The pack/mob name more than rung a bell, it scared you shitless. You were quick to catch on, realising that you were caught in an inter species scruffle.

“This shit just got interesting folks. Alright, where does Miss Sexy Legs fit in all this?”

The pencil skirt you wore wasn’t the most modest piece of clothing to exist and the spaghetti straps blouse was a bad choice considering the sheer coldness in this warehouse, the temperature only seemed to go down with the entry of your kidnappers but it’s not like you knew this was going to happen.

You could only assume with your legs on display that you were the one being sexualised and talked about.

“We are not sure about her though, that’s why I said suspects. We have proof the call was made from her phone but the videos show her lending it to a creepy stranger at a café. It might be really good acting but it’s highly unlikely. We brought her in because in the transfer of the stolen cash, her account was an intermediary but it’s a good chance that she was tricked when her phone was borrowed by Mr. Rumlow. Also, she’s a human, you see?”

If it was you being talked about, you felt a jot of relief, just a smudge because at least they were aware you weren’t involved in whatever game they were playing. That didn’t necessarily ensure your freedom, but hey, you were willing to take anything at that point.

“That’s the sweet fucking scent I keep on smelling!” The leader exclaimed as if he made a great discovery, a cure for a pandemic or cancer you’d think. His gruff voice almost had a light, cheery undertone to it, too unlike of a man who was wronged and cheated and was close to murdering someone no doubt. These mobsters are always maniacs like The Joker.

“It sucks that you brought her here. She might not be guilty, but now she knows too much. She’d make a good blood bag though. Maybe I’ll just have a taste, who knows?” The ‘boss’ made a disturbing slurping noise and your heart stopped at his words, a tear almost escaping your eye.

Discussion about drinking blood? You were most definitely in The Vamps territory, your assumption about the inter-species conflict true. You had no doubt you were the weakest in this creepy space, the frailest here, most probably the only human.

“Show me the bastards’ faces.” Like the flip of a switch, the joking man swapped his personality and all but growled. You heard the ripping of cloth and a man gagging, his shrieks muffled. Another flurry of movements and another man retching on the fabric could be heard.

“Well, hello Mr. Rumlow. I must say, brown suited you better.” A horde of chuckles made you widen your eyes, even though only black still filled your vision, as you realised there were at least a dozen twisted, sick men in the room. The fact that they were silent as fuck till now only showed you how disciplined and regimented these soldiers were.

“This one has a pretty face, boss.” You felt the sack ripped off you, and your eyes closed with the sudden flooding of the lights. Your eyes sealed due to hours of inactivity and you kept them shut, afraid to face your tormenter.

A cold hand cupped your cheek and straightened your face that was trying to hide itself in your silky locks by curling in your own neck, the cool metal of rings and insanely icy fingers chilling you literally.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” A voice called out behind you and you gathered enough courage to face your impending doom, the air as silent as the calm before a storm.

Your orbs opened and gazed into piercing sapphire blue eyes and everything behind this chiseled face blurred. You could swear a ring of pink and red passed over his eyes and you shuddered again, getting overwhelmed due to the eye contact yourself. This wasn’t the usual anxiety you felt while meeting new people, it was somehow both a pull and a push. An inviting comforting pull and a terrifying, ‘stay cautious' push.

You, a self-sufficient woman, who had been independent for as long as you could remember, suddenly felt half; incomplete in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You felt an attraction, a tug towards the man in front of you, and the absurdity of the thoughts and emotions that popped in your brain made you heave on the gag.

Your intellect couldn’t find a reason, your view on love and romance until now completely conflicted. You believed soulmates to be separate pieces of art that complemented each other when together; then what was this broken jigsaw puzzle sentiment you were having now?

Your wide eyes somehow managed to break free of his stare, panicking and looking around to observe, which wasn’t comforting in the least as men with guns and gadgets filled your vision. You were relatively unharmed in comparison to the beaten lads beside you, one with a bruised face and the other with a bloody one.

The handsome man, the Boss’s stare didn’t leave you through the entirety of your searching around, you were sure they saw you as a scared little rabbit, waiting out its inevitable death.

“Lost in her eyes, Boss?” The sideman cracked what he believed to be the funniest joke in existence, earning laughs of the horde of the soldiers around.

Your eyes went to the Boss’s face, surprisingly when his left your face to glare a nasty stare on his trusted man. His muscular form raised the forelimb, his hand signaling to stop, that effectively quietened the room to a pin drop silence.

With gentle fingers, the man took off your gag and yours lips quivered, throat too dry to make a noise though. You greedily gulped the air through your mouth for whatever reason, maybe just to move your jaw after hours of inactivity.

Maintaining eye contact was challenging, arduous to say the least. It seemed as if he could read you, find everything about you there is to find by studying the flecks in your orbs. His delicate hands, loosened the ties and you were now more so confused, along with the trepidation.

Just what the fuck was going on?

Bucky had almost lost hope, centuries on this planet and no one to love and cherish, no personal confidante, no soulmate. But good things take time, right? And in his opinion, best things take an eternity. He knows this now.

Expect the unexpected was the truest phrase, idiom whatever it was, in this moment. He had spent countless nights wondering about his soulmate, was she pretty? Ugly? Was she even a she or not? Dumb or witty? He made a lot of scenarios of how they’d meet, the kids, reigning together. He entertained the idea of her being from a different species, a nymph, an orc, maybe a werewolf?

And now that he found her, it was a revelation, a surprise honestly. After all optimism got evaporated, after traveling the dark tunnel for centuries literally, there she was, his beacon of light. Finding her was a wonder, and her being a human was astonishing, a possibility he somehow failed to consider, but he was over the moon cause there she was, right in front of him now. A beautiful, stunning lady in flesh and blood, human flesh and blood, with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. His zing.

He always liked humans, apart from the similar appearances the vampires shared with them, they were always docile and accommodating. In the last few millenniums, after the mythical creatures showed themselves to the world, the humans understood their place and tier pretty early.

They were smart to surrender and be peaceful as all the species came to light, clever to know that even with less numbers they could be overpowered and bloodshed was detrimental to all involved.

He knew he would convert you soon though, your lifespan far too short for his liking, and obviously, now that he found you, you were to rule together. For Centuries.

His happiness was over taken by the realisation that you were not in the most hospitable settings, you were tied and strapped, being preyed on by his men. He made quick work of the restraints, allowing you to breathe by loosening them first. Your scared, trembling form plucked his unbeating heart’s strings, but strangely enough, his brain found amusement and he felt smug. Seeing you tied up and trembling was definitely a turn on for him, noted.

After commanding his foolish men to stop giggling, he leaned closer to you, your aura comforting and intoxicating as he smelled your hair. A divine scent, an addictive one for sure. The goosebumps on your skin confirmed the reciprocation of his connection.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” His husky voice, calming but imposing resonated in your ears, his hand tapping your cheek on the other side. Even though the private statement was whispered for you, the deafening silence made every person witness it.

He leaned back, his hands behind his back as he grinned, tone again light like earlier and commanded, “Get her out of here and cleaned up, tell Nat and Wanda, they’ll know what I mean. Then we’ll deal with these guys here, after the lady leaves of course. No scratch on her from this point forward or you’ll lose a limb. Proceed.”

All three of you, the hostages were going to get ‘taken care of’ but in different ways.

It had been over twenty hours for sure, you were abducted in the early hours of the morning and now the moon was out again, like one endless night. You remember being escorted to a sleek black car; your limbs ached but you managed to keep up. You tried to keep up with the car’s turns, trying to memorize the streets but your head was pounding and eyes were blurry.

You remembered being led to a suite in an expensive hotel like ones where your conferences were held, being taken to room and given towels to clean up. You didn’t change the dress when given another, the attire being a summer dress even shorter. A woman came a while later named Wanda who checked the forming light contusions and scuffed skin with hands so delicate, as if you were precious cargo. You were, you just didn’t know.

You didn’t eat anything they provided and after hours of conspiring and overthinking, you heard sturdy footsteps. Since your arrival, only women bothered with you, probably the ones the leader sent. But these were heavier, harder.

The door opened and you glanced up to find the leader who demanded your locking up in this fancy place, his eyes travelling on your form sat up on bed, as you mindfully pulled your skirt down. You were anxious the entire day, dreading your future but nothing was like the restlessness that ran through you in this person’s presence.

Maybe it was the fact he was a vampire, or the leader of a Mob or maybe both, but whatever it was he intimidated you, alarmed you, even though you’ve had only two encounters including the present one. You were smart to be scared, he looked at you like, like you were something to eat, your mind told you.

“Hey.” His raspy voice caught you off guard, not having heard a single syllable out of the women the entire day, your questions being ignored the entire time.

You stared at him warily. Your mind having a myriad of emotions and thoughts. You didn’t want to trigger him, besides the place being armed well, he was a vampire, a beefy one at that and you would be stupid to try anything. Shouting and making a scene was no good either, your best option being the lamest one: to talk it out. You refused to become a willing blood bag.

You let out a long sigh, surprising him somehow, “Look, I have money, resources in the business sphere, information, what do you want? I know I got caught in this by accident, but I’m willing to do a lot of things to get out. Name it and I’ll do my best.” You said with your ‘business deal’ voice, the wise, guiding leader voice from your office.

For some reason though, the man found it hilarious. He slapped his hand on his chest, his boisterous laugh echoing. It wasn’t that good a joke if he believed it to be one. Men, ever so condescending.

“Humans, ever so gluttonous. I don’t want your money, precious.” His term of endearment didn’t fall short to your ears, but you had larger things in play here than a sweet nothing.

“I have other things to offer, name it.” Within your moral sphere, of course.

“You still don’t get it, do you? And you humans boast you have everything figured about us.”

He neared you and you leaned to the inner area of the bed, refusing to get cornered to the wall if things escalate and wanting to have the option of running away, probably in vain though. With each step he took, a new shudder ran through you because of the closing distance between your bodies, it getting triggered in unexplainable ways.

You didn’t need to say words to prompt him to explain, your scrunched eyebrows already doing that mission. “You should feel it too, you know? The goosebumps, the bewilderment in your insides, you’re intoxicated by my very presence too, aren’t you?”

The more he neared, your breaths quickened visibly, his words becoming truer. Your skin heating, mind losing a bit of consciousness. His presence didn’t affect you to this extent in the warehouse, but now? You were putty, almost incapable to think. You tried to roll over to the other side but your plan failed because he caged you with his bulky hands on your shoulder, body diagonal across yours. With how slow and out of it you were, he didn’t even need his heightened speed to trap you.

“Oh, it’s kicking in, isn’t it? The realization, the surge of love and lust? To be held and cherished and be full of me?” He smirked at your trembling form, your chest heaving and weak arms trying to push him off.

“I’ve read humans feel flushed, hot, so let’s get you out of these scraps, yes?” He slid off the thin straps while you mumbled a very unconvincing ‘stop’. Both actions were pretty pointless because he wouldn’t stop, you both knew that and also, he ended up taking the top off over your torso the normal way.

Your hands barely managed to land themselves on his wrist to pull them off, but the foolish limbs ravished in the feel of his cold skin instead. It was like a high you had never experienced and your body wanted more. It was already addicted to the feel of this stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

He unzipped the skirt, your pathetic body no longer even fighting him as he rambled on. “Among us vampires, well not much to tell but we’re all freezing cold when we find our ‘zing’. Like every normal day. Except for the inability to think and the need for their mate’s blood, of course.”

He came back up to kiss you, his body now in line with yours as one hand held your cheek and the other groped your breast. You had an out of body experience, feeling disgusted for reciprocating the kiss but also wanting more of that, more of him.

He trailed down your neck to your collarbone and you gasped for air, your thoughts incoherent. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, removing the bra sometime in between as you heaved. He wanted nothing more than to rest in those swells for an eternity.

As soon as cold air hit your nipples, one was being sucked while other was being pinched. The nameless stranger alternated between licking like a kitten and sucking like a baby on the breasts. Your rational part felt gross but the dominating side was the one experiencing delight.

He kissed down the sternum, to your bellybutton and then hovered above the thin, flimsy underwear. His hands slid down your sides, down the curve of your waist and hooked themselves at the cloth’s side, pulling them down in a swift motion.

Your legs quaked, trying to close themselves but one muscular arm on your thigh was able to hold them off, throw one away from the other. He leaned down and you were pathetically still under his muscles, your lower limbs either not daring to move or not wanting to.

You wrapped your hands around your torso to hide a bit of yourself, but did that really matter in the larger picture of the events unfolding right now?

You closed your eyes, tears already escaping since minutes ago as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. A cold sensation on your little button caught you off guard; an infinitesimal fraction of time later, an inhale reached your ears.

You looked down, opening your eyes to find the man smelling you, his Grecian nose poking through your folds and taking in sniffs of your intimate part.

“Please sto-”

“The scent at its source, so fucking divine. I want a taste.” With that, your sentence got interrupted by his words and then by his action as his tongue licked away. It sucked on the bead, delving in the cavity there pretty fucking deep and he slurped away like he pretended to do when you were blindfolded.

Your back arched like a gymnast, hands that were folded across your chest clawing at your own skin, leaving marks behind. His hands were hooked around your thighs and they threw your legs on his shoulder some point in between. When he thrusted three fingers at once, an audible wheeze left your lips, your noiseless gasps now hoarse ‘Aah’s and you could feel him smirk.

There a also a lot of teeth involved with his razor sharp canines that appeared out of nowhere during this and when he thrusted his fingers particularly hard with his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, you shamelessly let go of the inside flow.

It felt humiliating and mortifying, your body glowing with the aftereffects of descending into bliss while your mind wanted to cry. Your soul was surprisingly content with what unfolded, at peace. You hated the diversity of emotions you felt, revolted to find even a bit of positive sentiment at your assaulter’s actions.

While your inner monologue happened, the man got up and out of his clothes painfully quick. You tried to sit your up, feebly trying to escape but ineffectively so. Your eyes couldn’t meet the handsome stranger’s nor did you want to see him naked and removed him form your eyeline, making you get caught off guard when his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, finishing the small distance you managed to crawl up.

His hands left their place as he kissed his way back up your flushed skin, from the swell of your ankle to the swell of your stomach. He licked away the drops of blood around the crescent scratches left by your nails under the intense ecstasy he forced upon you. Then he continued his journey from the swells of your chest to the swell of your cheek, taking you in a fiery, needy yet affectionate kiss.

Your surroundings blurred a second into the kiss, mouth and skin hungry for his touch alike. A thrust had you painfully gasp as you were stretched unlike ever before, impaled to a depth unlike ever before. He kissed away your tears that continued to spill on command of your ashamed mind and leaned back to look into your eyes, a pretty pink passing over them for a fleeting second.

His blue orbs bore into yours and you almost believed he loved you by the intensity of his gaze. At this moment in time, nothing but you two mattered, connected and finally together. How you got here didn’t matter, how unwilling you were didn’t matter. This felt right, felt necessary and was worthy of everything you went through. The rational part seemed to die the instant you two physically connected and somehow, everything and nothing made sense.

But you felt complete.

Your lips captured his of their own accord, and you both smiled into the caress of your lips while he began thrusting, one hand on your waist, the other supporting his weight. Out of breath, he leaned back, still thrusting though, and gazed at you. “Scott back there, he called you pretty, that’s practically an insult. The way you look right now, you’re much more than beautiful. You’re ethereal, my Zing, the loveliest in existence.”

His genuine words tugged at your heart. For some reason you believed him, had confidence in his feelings. Your foreheads connected as he quickened, his hand caressing your skin, the cool against your warm skin soothing. It didn’t take long for you to let go again this time; your previous resolution already dissolved. He neared your ears and whispered, “I want you to scream my name. It’s Bucky.” You nodded absentmindedly, chasing the high.

One particular thrust paired with his canines piercing your skin made you cry out “Bucky!” and you felt him smirking in your neck, lapping the blood. You wilted in bliss and your eyes closed, warmth filling you minutes after. Your eyes were dazed and you felt ‘Bucky’ shift, removing his towering frame from you, a goofy smile on the chiseled face.

With mind free of the aforementioned disapproving thoughts, you checked out his handsome face. It was like you saw him in an entirely different light now.

He gave you a quick peck, his hands cradling your face and he spoke with the utmost sincerity. “You are worth the wait, precious. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever to compensate. I’m never letting you go.”

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Human Doll: Vampire! Kim Hongjoong(김홍중)Fem! Human! Reader!

warnings: smut, smut, smut, smut,biting, pussy rubbing/slapping, finger sucking, degrading, breath play, overall vamp! hongjoong just treating you as his little human doll.

+pain play????

+ weird occurrences.

As you woke up in your new apartment you begin to hear your step mom downstairs zipping up some type of bag. Y/n had forgotten that her step mom was going away to Miami for a week with some of her close friends. You didn’t have a issue with it, why would you? You were happy that your step mom was having a break from work and spending her time with you for a week and now she’s going on a trip with her friends in Miami. You were home by yourself for a whole week? How bad could it be.

“Y/n! Could you please come down and zip this up for me, sweetie?” You step mom yells up to you.

“Yep! Here I come!”Y/n says before moving the covers off of her legs and sliding her socks/ house shoes on and beginning to head downstairs to her help her step mom.

After giving your step mom a huge good morning hug, You bend down and begin zipping up the suitcase that was stuffed with clothes and most importantly, shoes . You bite down on your lip and finally zip up the bag. Letting out a sigh and standing up.

“Bye hunny, Be safe and lock all the doors. Keep your phone near you” Your step mom says before grabbing her bags, giving you a hug and beginning to put her things into the car, driving off and going on her fun trip to Miami.

“Guess I’ll take my shower..”Y/n sighs to herself and begins locking up the doors in the house, closing most of the windows on the house and heading upstairs to take her soothing shower.

•••

As you step out the shower, You begin to dry off and rub lotion against your soft skin, Sliding your undergarments on.

After getting out the bathroom, you begin to head to your room and getting dressed into some comfortable clothes. While you’re getting dressed, you feel this type of presence settle in your room. A very uncomfortable presence. Maybe you liked it, who knew?

While putting your dirty clothes in a basket, You begin to hear a women yelling across the street that someone was chasing her.

What the hell.

“What the hell is going on?”Y/n whispers to herself and walks over to her room curtains, opening them and seeing the women almost trip trying to run away from something that looked like a man dressed in a clown costume.

The lady that was still being chased, was laughing and still yelling too the man in a clown costume to stop. Maybe this was a prank?

As the person dressed in a clown costume runs to the lady, They pick her up and she begins laughing.

“You can’t run away from me baby.”The man in the costume says, laughing and throwing the lady over his shoulder, walking back to where she was running from in the first place

So your assumption was right, It was a prank. Just a boyfriend and girlfriend doing a…roleplay?

•••

As time went on, You decided to go on a night walk, It was about 9:26 PM at night, As you slid your gym shoes on , you wanted to wear long pants and just a hoodie. It was really cold out it + It was october, a very cold month that celebrated a fun holiday.( If some of y’all don’t celebrate halloween, that’s totally fine.)

While walking out the door, you grab a extra key, Putting it in your pocket and walking out the door, beginning your walk.

A few minutes into the walk, Your music begins to get distorted while stopping in front of a huge black house that has a sign on the front lawn saying:” Keep out, or else.”

You raise an eyebrow and begin walking past the house until you hear something in the bushes tussle around.

Suddenly a small cat jumps out and walls the opposite way of you. You let out a sigh of relief before you start your walk again.

“Is there something you’re looking for?”A voice abruptly says, It was deep but yet seductive.

You take your earbud out and turn around, seeing a man standing a few feet away from you. Damn he looked good.

“Oh!” Y/n lets out a laugh.” No sir, I’m sorry. I was just looking. I didn’t mean to stare so hard..”Y/n says softly, looking at the man.

“You didn’t stare too hard, hun. What’s your name?” The man says, stepping closer and closer to you as the minute passes by.

“I’m Y/n. What’s yours?”Y/n says softly and gives the man a soft but gentle smile.

As you stared at the mans features, You began to think he didn’t look real. He didn’t look like a human. He had 2 holes on the side of his neck. His voice was so seductive that It could make you melt instantly. Who was this man?

“l’m Hongjoong.”The man says and takes your hand, gently kissing it and smiling. You begin to think of how sweet he was before he licks his teeth and begins digging his fang into your hand. What the hell?

“Ow! What the fuck..”Y/n says and pushes the man off of her , gasping and looking at her hand that now has blood dripping down the side of it.

“Aw ,Y/n, You should know better than to talk to strangers..”Hongjoong says and his eyes begin turning darker, his fangs sticking out and giving you this deathly glare.

“I knew you were fucking off..”Y/n says before running as fast as she can, not looking back. Holding the hand that just got bit.

“Aww, Y/n. Don’t run away. You’re the only fucking human alive on this block. Everyone else is either a vampire, a ghost, even a werewolf..But you..You’re gonna be my little human doll for now..”His voice rings in your ear, As you keep running and running, You look back and see a black bat chasing you at a fast rate.

As you arrive to your house, You grab out your key and run into the house, crying out more as the bat you just saw turns back into hongjoong, him trying to break in.

“Stay the hell away from me!” Y/n cries out, pushing her back against the door that Hongjoong is trying to break down.

“Aww little doll. You’re the only human in this fucking neighborhood and you think I’m gonna let you run away from me? It doesn’t work like that, sweetheart.”Hongjoong says in his low voice, his teeth sharpening.” Oh come on , doll. Don’t be like that. That little pussy is gonna be mine soon, anyways..”He says. Finally having enough and subconsciously busting open the front door and knocking you to the ground, almost hitting your head.

“Get the hell out, You’re crazy!” Y/n yells at the vampire, whimpering and holding her injured hand.

“Baby don’t be like that..”Hongjoong says before closing the door behind him and now closing all the curtains in the house.

“Please don’t hurt me…I’ll do anything..”Y/n says and slowly stands up, wiping her tears and Hongjoong suddenly walks toward her and pulls her by the neck.

“You’ll do anything hm? Say you want me.”Hongjoong says and looks down at you.

“I want you..”Y/n says quietly, her panties getting more damp as the minute goes on.

“Say it louder.” He says.” Before I spit in your mouth, say it louder.” He finishes, looking down into your eyes.

“Yes sir, Yes I want you!”Y/n cries out, biting her lip at the man that stood in front of her.

“You’re gonna be my little fuck doll, Forget that human shit, You’re my little vampire slut, since you want to stop in front of my house and step on my lawn like you fucking own the place you go ahead, Just know I’ll always be watching and I’ll always be pounding that little ass whenever I get the chance to If you step on my lawn again.” He says.” Do you understand me, Y/n?”He finishes.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”Y/n lets out a moan, feeling her panties dampen more and more at the words Hongjoong uses.

“Good whore, Now get on the couch and spread those legs, filthy bitch.”He says and shoves you to the couch, Y/n not really having a choice since she really wanted this. She laid straight on her back, opening her legs and sliding her panties off.

He walks over to you and grabs your jaw.” Did I ask you to slide those panties off?”He says.

“N-no sir, I’ll slide them back o-“ You begin to say, receiving a large slap against your pussy, making you gasp at the feeling.

“Mm..”You let out.

“I bet you liked that, dirty cum bucket..”Hongjoong and unbuckled his belt, looking down at you sexily and ripping your top off.

“I loved it, sir. Please u-use me..”Y/n says, opening her legs wider, looking up at that hot man.

“Oh you sound so needy..”Hongjoong says before sliding his fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, closing your eyes and taking his fingers down your throat. “You must be really skilled huh, whore?”He says.

“Mhmhm..”Y/n mumbles on his fingers, getting them all wet.

“Atta girl..”He says and pulls his fingers out, grabbing you by the neck and sliding his tongue into your louth, beginning to make out with you and spank your ass while you both stand to your feet.

“Whore..”He whispers in between the kiss, shoving you down on the couch and puts you in the doggy position.

“You want me to fuck you?”He says and rubs the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Yes baby, please please..”Y/n says before letting out a moan and she gasps feeling him slide inside of her.

Fuck he was big.

“You’re gonna take this dick like a good little vampire bitch for me, got that?”He says and gives you some time to adjust before thrusting in and out of your hole.

“Yes, sir. Mmm!!”Y/n moans out, playing with her tits while the other hand is wrapped up with a bandage, still pulsating.

“Fuck it feels so good daddy..”Y/n moans out, feeling Hongjoong grab her hips and beginning to pound in and out of her like rent is due.

“That’s a good whore.”He says before looking at your wrapped up hand.” You like the pain, huh slut? You like the pain that daddy gave you?”He says and pounds into your deeper and faster.

“Yes baby! Fuck yeah..”Y/n moans out.

“You must be a desperate whore hm? Letting a man you just met, fuck your cunt..Fucking use you like this?”He says while pounding into you harder.

“Yes daddy, You’re so hot..”Y/n says, feeling herself build up some type of climax.

“Awe, you think daddy’s hot? Hm? Well daddy thought you were so sexy once he first saw you..”Hongjoong says and slaps your ass, tossing his head back.

“Mmm! Thank you sir. May I cum please?”Y/n manages to say the way Hongjoong is pounding into your little pussy.

“Since you asked so nice, Yes baby. Release for daddy. Let’s cum together.”He says before you cum down on his cock, Hongjoong cumming right after you.

“Fuuck.”Hongjoong says and slowly pulls out of you, spreading your ass and beginning to lick up your cum.

“You’re gonna stay in this position and take my tongue like a good whore, got that?”He says and clenches his jaw.

“Yes daddy, yes.”You say.

“Atta girl, Now relax while you take my tongue..”He says and smirks devilishly before sliding his tongue into your pussy.

#ateez #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #smut

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shirtlesssammy · 3 years

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3x07: Fresh Blood

Then:

Sam Winchester, Superhuman

Now:

Our old friend Gordon Walker is out of prison and tracks down Bela. He wants to know where the Winchesters are. Bela’s not willing to play --even with a gun to her face. Go Bela. (Even if she just wants something out of the deal.) She calls Gordon’s bluff on killing her. She wants Gordon’s “mojo bag” for Sam and Dean’s location. He gives it up, and she gives up the brothers.

Sam and Dean, meanwhile, find a dude in an alley with his throat bit into. Dean tracks the assailant. Having no luck drawing her out, he cuts his own arm.

She attacks and he’s able to get some dead man’s blood injected into her neck. Reckless but successful!

The vamp later wakes, tied up and facing two angry hunters wanting to know about her nest. She’s clueless as to what’s happening. The brothers quickly realize that there’s something off about this. She “took something” and wants to know what’s happening. They tell her to explain and they’ll let her go.

She tells them she was at a bar and chatting with an old dude (“like thirty”) who had something “new” for her. It was a “red and thick” drug --vamp blood!

Dean breaks the news to the woman that she’ll never be the same again. She’s killed people. It’s too late. Dean and Sam confer --they don’t have a choice. Dean takes care of the situation.

At a hospital, the man that was attacked gets a visit from the FBI. No, not Sam and Dean but Gordon and his buddy.

They ask about the attack. The guy’s lucky. He didn’t ingest any blood. They also ask about the dudes that found him. “One of them was tall.”

The brothers are at a club trying to track down who’s vamp roofie-ing others. They follow a couple and just before the guy gives the lady blood, Sam and Dean intervene. Dean starts beating on the dude while Sam instructs the woman to run. The dude gets the upper hand on Dean and takes off. The brothers are in hot pursuit, until they run into Gordon and a friend.

Gordon opens fire.

Cool.

That man has NO chill.

The brothers escape. But the vamp-man is still there and attacks Gordon.

At the motel Sam waits for Dean. Dean’s late because he had to “stop for a slice.” You do you, bby. The brothers discuss Gordon -and realize that Bela gave up their location.

We find Gordon all tied up, but not sexy tied up like his fellow prisoners. Vamp-man shows up and feeds the women some blood and discusses things with Gordon. The vamp-man knows exactly who Gordon is. They’re not seeing eye to eye on their respective careers. The vamp-man then slices open Gordon’s arm, slices his own, and mingles their blood.

Sam and Dean prioritize killing Gordon over finding that vamp. Dean’s surprised at how pragmatic Sam is about the plan. Ah, so young. OF COURSE Sam is the less emotional of the two when things need to get done.

Bela calls to give them Gordon’s location. She contacted the spirit world to get it. She also tells them they should leave town and NOT go after Gordon.

Gordon wakes up to pounding drums, a pulse beating symbolically in his ear. The camera does a close-up of an honest-to-god pocketwatch. Because his life is ticking away GET IT? Gordon rage-breaks out of his chains. He’s twitchy under the street lights outside and goes after his first victim by chomping him in his car.

Dear Gordon,

Please tell me the vamp secret to silently sneaking into the backs of cars while the owners are standing RIGHT THERE. A truly remarkable skill.

Warmest regards,

Natasha

Sam and Dean close in on Gordon’s (former) location and find the two women messily beheaded. Gross, man. They sneak up on the vampire who turned them, who’s just kneeling sadly in front of the carnage.

He’s sad that he’s all alone and villain-splains his feelings to Sam and Dean. The vampire approaches Dean and asks him if he knows what it’s like to not give a damn? “It’s like being dead already.” Dean desperately tries to ignore the symbolic line of questioning! Sam points out that the womens’ heads were ripped off. Who would do that? They learn that Dixon turned Gordon into a vampire.

In their RV of religious suffering, Kubrick and Gordon meet again. Kubrick quickly learns that Gordon got turned and prepares to kill him. Gordon begs for just a little more time. With his superpowers, he can finally take down the anti-christ, Sam Winchester. He gazes mournfully at a cross on the wall while Kubrick creeps around behind him for a weapon.

Gordon hears Kubrick’s heartbeat speeding up and tears into him. One vengeful Winchester-hunter down…

Dean heads back to their weird mattress fort motel room.

Sam destroys their cell phones while Dean loads up the Colt. He’s ready to take on Walker alone! (Cue the single man tear.) Sam helpfully points out the theme of the episode to Dean, telling him that he’s taking suicidal risks. UUUUGH. Dean denies his fear, but Sam sees through the shield. He says that he’s been looking up to Dean since he was four, trying to be exactly like his brother. He begs Dean to be more careful and Dean quietly agrees. They hole up in their mattress fortified motel room.

Dean gets a call from Gordon, who tracked his trail to the cell phone store. Gordon tells them that he took a hostage and lures them to an abandoned warehouse. Once inside, a door falls between them, separating the Winchesters from each other.

The Gordon v. Sam cage match begins!

Gordon reveals that he turned the woman he kidnapped. The woman attacks Dean, who kills her with the Colt. Dean breaks in and the three of them fight until Sam s l o w l y rips Gordon’s head off with a coil of razor wire. Blegh. The Winchesters pick themselves up and head out.

On some quiet back highway, Dean settles in for some light repair work on Baby. He looks thoughtfully at Sam before calling him over. He explains the inner workings of the Impala to Sam, implying that Sam will inherit the car sooner rather than later. They make sad faces at each other and the camera pans out.

Quotes are Best Served Cold:

I don't get out of bed for three grand

Just another day at the office

And besides, that's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes?

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imanerdychubbyqueen · 4 years

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One Night Stand Sad Eyes x Black/Hispanic Plus Size Reader!!

warnings: Smut 18+, choking, Angst.

Please let me know what y’all think, I want to thank @multiyfandomgirl40 and @lady-pswrld for their help, it means a lot.

P.S. All my Ocs will be Black/Hispanic Plus Size, Because Plus Size Woman deserve love too!!. Here we go!!

There's some grammar mistakes, Beware!!!!

GIF Creator: @merakiaes

Ashanti was sitting on the toilet, staring at the pregnancy test she took just 5 minutes ago, she was glad her parents Dwayne and Stacy and her little brother Jamal, weren’t home because if they were, they wouldn't have liked the results that the pregnancy test showed. Standing up and putting the test on the piece of toilet paper she ripped from the toilet paper earlier, she washed her hands, grabbing the test and heading to her room. Closing her bedroom door, Ashanti places the test in her safety deposit box, before laying on the bed, as Ashanti turns over, cuddling with her pillow, wiping her tears away, she starts to think about that one night.

Ashanti was on her bed watching The Vampire Diaries, as a celebration for herself, she recently graduated college with her Bachelors Degree in Software Engineering, a month ago and two days ago she got hired to work for Google at home, and since it was peaceful at home, she decided to order pizza and binge watch the diaries, but was interrupted by a call from her best friend of 15 years, Monica Guzman.

“Hello.” Ashanti says, after chewing the piece of pizza that was in her both.“Whats up Bitchh” Mariana yells over the phone. “Nothing just chilling.” Ashanti pausing her show. “Well chilling time is over cause we are about to go to Oscars party.” Mariana picking her outfit, after looking thru her closet she decides on a pair of Levis 501 pants with a white crop top with one of her boyfriend, Jokers Black and white flannels with air force ones and a gold chain, that Joker brought her for their 5 year anniversary. “Mari, really I don't like partying.” Ashanti silently groans, moving from a lying position to a sitting up position. “SIS we just graduated college and we were both hired from our dream jobs, if that isn't something to party about then i don't know what is.” Mariana fixing her hair after getting dressed. “Mari I don't know.” Ashanti looking at her nails. “Sad Eyes is going to be there.” Monica convinces Ashanti. “So??, hie is dating Andrea Ramos' ' Ashanti mocking Andreas' voice. “ Not anymore, I don't think, Just pleasee comeee pretty please. '' Mariana begs. “Fineee.” Ashanti gives in. “Great, so Joker is picking me and my brother up first, so ill say about 30 minutes we should be at your place and also, wear something sexy!!” Mariana putting her on speaker. “I don't have anything Sexy!” Ashanti getting up from her bed and walking towards her closet. “Yes you do, you have the 2 piece yellow set, the one with a crop top and matching short skirt and wear you're black vans.” Mariana instructs Asthanti. “Okay, I found It” Ashanti finds the 2 piece outfit under the chest box in her closet in the Ross shopping bag she hid from her dad. “Alright see you in 30.” Mariana says. “Bye.” Ashanti replies , before ending the call. Picking up the box from her bed and heading to the kitchen, placing it in the fridge and closing the fridge door, she heads to the front door and the back door making sure they are both locked before heading back to her room and grabbing her black towel and running to the bathroom, locking the bathroom door once As Ashanti got inside, turning on the shower, she hangs up the towel while the shower gets hot before stepping inside shower, washing her body and wetting her hair since she washed it yesterday, she starts to rinse her off when she quickly remembers she needs to shave her legs, grabbing her men razor and her shaving cream she quickly but carefully starts to shave her legs, after spending 15 minutes in the shower, Ashanti turns off the shower, grabbing her towel drying off her body before exiting the shower, stepping on the mat and the towel they use on the floor. Reaching the sink, She grabs her hair products from the sink cabinets that's located under the sink, and putting them next to the sink before getting up and opening and grabbing some gel spreading to her hair evenly, before checking the final result in the mirror, noticing she missed a few stands, Ashanti grabs a smaller amount than before playing the gel on those strands she miss before smiling at the end result, washing her hands, and putting her hair products away.

Unlocking the door and jogs to her room, Ashanti quickly hangs up her towel, before walking to her outfit that was laying on her nightstand, grabbing her yellow lacy set, she brought from Torrid she quickly puts it on, then her skirt, crop top and finally her socks before putting her shoes on, Grabbing her lanyard which contain her house key and car key and her new Employee Id for Google, before shutting her tv off and fixing her queen size bed with black comforter set covering it. Taking a small glance around the room making sure everything was shut off and checking the bathroom, she heads outside opening and closing the door before locking it with her key. The minute she turned around Joker's car was already on the sidewalk waiting for her. “Hurryy upp” Mariana yells, making Ashanti jog towards his car, getting inside once Sad Eyes steps out to let her in. “Thank you Joker for picking me up.” Ashanti yells. ‘You know I got you, you're family.” Joker says. Turning her attention to Sad Eyes, aka Angel Guzman, Mariana’s brother, she thinks about all the times he used to drive her and Mariana to the liquor store to get snacks for their sleepover, and how she would buy him a coke as a thank you, how he would smile at her making her blush like a schoolgirl, Mariana finally found out her best friend has a crush on her brother when Ashanti told her on a dare, of course like every girl who has a brother thinks EWW!! But later Mariana was glad it was her best friend, somebody who knows how to treat someone unlike Andrea Ramos. Ashanti didn't realize they were there until Sad Eyes tapped on her shoulder. “Are you coming Ash or are you going to sit in this car and stare off in the distance?” Sad Eyes chuckles. Seeing Sad Eyes giving both of his hands to help her out of the car made her start to feel like a schoolgirl over again. “They're here!! Freeridge newest College graduates Ashanti Turner and Mariana Guzman!!”Oscar Diaz, aka Spooky shouts out with a beer in the air in his left hand, once they made their appearance on Oscar's lawn. “Congratulations!! Proud of you!!” Oscar kissing both their foreheads before heading back to his Reina of 4 years Letty Mendez. “Gracias.” Both girls shout so he can hear them. Walking behind Joker and Mariana while Sad Eyes is walking beside her, she felt out of place, since some of Andrea's friends here giving her a glare once they saw her walking next to Sad Eyes. Sad Eyes must have felt her discomfort, grabbing her hand and bringing to his lips and giving it a kiss before saying “It will be okay, enjoy the party it's for you anyway, you and Mariana!!”. 2 hours have passed since arriving to the party and after dancing with Mariana, shaking her ass, letting loose.

Ashanti decides to take a break for herself and grabs a Modelo and heads to the porch in front of Oscars front door, taking a seat and sipping here and there, Ashanti thinks back to the past how far she's overcome, but is interrupted by a voice. “Can I join you?” a voice asks, making Ashanti turning her head and looking up. “Oh sure, if you want?” Ashanti asks, regretting what she just said instantly hitting her forehead with the palm of her left hand. “You're cute” Sad Eyes chuckles, looking at how embarrassed she might have felt right now. “Me??’ Ashanti pointed to herself after looking around to make sure it was her he was talking about. “Yes you” Sad Eyes takes a sip of his beer. “You shouldn't be saying that stuff when you're with someone else .” Ashanti looks at Sad Eyes. “It's complicated.” Sad Eyes looking down at his shoes. “What do you mean complicated?” Ashanti uses air quotes for the word Complicated. “I feel like she's using me, to buy her clothes and shoes or whatever she wants , and also to show off to other girls that she's with me, that I'm taken.” Sad Eyes looking up at Ashanti. “I'm sorry. “ Ashanti put a piece of strand of her curly hair in front of her face. “Don't be. It's not your fault.” Sad Eyes putting that strand of hair in front of her curly hair behind her ear “Don't hide your beautiful face Mamas.” Making Ashanti giggle. “Can I kiss you Ashanti Marie Turner?” Sad Eyes putting his hand under her chin making her look at him. “I don't think t-that's -” Ashanti stutters. “Please just this once.” Sad Eyes looks at her. Ashanti nods. Getting her confirmation, Sad Eyes craved more the minute his lips landed on hers, taking matters into his own hands he slowly leaned in again for a full blow kiss, after receiving a reaction from her he smirked slightly as his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer, Ashanti wraps her arms around his neck, unhooking one arm from his neck, she places her hand on his right cheek, then her other hand on his left cheek, bringing him so much closer now, as both of these two were to focusing on fighting Dominance in this makeout session on the front porch, that they didn't hear Joker and Mariana coming towards them. “Are you guys ready to go home??” Joker asks, while waving his arm that wasn't around Mariana's neck, making Sad Eyes and Ashanti pull away from each other quickly. “Did we interrupt Something?” Mariana smirked, as she can tell they were kissing by the way their lips were looking. “No,No” Both Ashanti and Sad Eyes say, shaking their heads. Monica nods her head, knowing they are lying. “You guys ready??” Joker asks one more time. “Yes” Ashanti and Sad Eyes both reply. Getting up from the porch and walking behind Joker and Mariana, Both Sad Eyes and Ashanti can feel the sexual tension rising as both of them walk beside each other. Getting in and sitting behind Sad Eyes Ashanti blushes at their little make out session. Parking next to the sidewalk in front of her house, Ashanti stepped out of Jokers car after giving Mariana her kisses on her cheek before patting Joker on the bed and stepping out once Sad Eyes got up and opened his door and stepping out, once she was finally out of the car, she looks at Sad Eyes and says as Mariana and Joker look at her, “Sad Eyes do you want to come in, my parents are gone and Jamal's at Ruby's for the night. “ fidgeting with her fingers, once she hears a car door open she looks up, seeing Sad Eyes standing in front of her and says” Yes!!” Sad Eyes chuckles, making Ashanti laugh, walking along the sidewalk towards her front door, they hear Joker scream “Use protection.” Making Mariana hit him on his shoulder before pulling away and driving down the road, Reaching her door, Ashanti walks in front of Sad Eyes, enters her home, and turns around and watches Sad Eyes close the door and locks it before leading him to her bedroom, to watch a movie on Netflix.

Picking The Lodge as the movie they would watch , after she changes to her pink pajamas set, with a soft comfy tank top and a soft and comfy pair of shorts, Ashanti pulls back her covers and slips in and wait for Sad Eyes whos in the bathroom, to start the movie. Hearing the bathroom door open Ashanti pulls back the covers over her so she is mostly covered, and watches as Sad Eyes enters her room and closes and locks her bedroom door, before slipping in her bed next to her. “What are we watching?” Sad Eyes asks , looking at her tv with one of his arms behind his head, and the other one laying across her stomach. “It's called the Lodge, about a woman who babysits her boyfriend's kids while he has to go on a business trip I think.” Ashanti squinting one eye, trying to remember what it said for the movie description. Sad Eyes nods his head, taking in what Ashanti just said, before pressing play. Half an hour in the movie, Ashanti was laying down, with the covers covering her face, just to be prepared for the jump scares. Ashanti jumps as the scary scene pops up on scene, making her yelp and Sad Eyes chuckling, touching Ashanti thigh rubbing back and forth as sign that she's okay, feeling his hand move back and forth on her thigh, Ashanti starts to felt tingling down in her pussy , Ashanti was a virgin, but tonight she wouldn't be anymore. As Sad Eyes turned his attention away from the movie, looking at Ashanti as she was looking back at him, they both could feel the sexual tension, but before anything happened Sad Eyes said “One night, that's all i can offer you Ashanti.” Ashanti nods understanding this is a one-time thing. Sad Eyes turned to the body, laying on his side facing her, looking at her, putting his hand under Ashanti's chin, making her look up at him, leaning in Sad Eyes kisses her lips softly, Ashanti puts her hands behind his neck, Rubbing the back of his head up and down. Sad Eyes, moves from her lips to her neck, kissing it roughly, before sucking it, creating a hickey. Ashanti moans, tilting her head back at the movement, giving him more access's, which he granted. Removing her hands from his neck, moving them down his shirt until she reached the bottom of it, she pulls it up, signaling him to take it off, Sad Eyes stops sucking her neck, getting up from her, sitting up on his knees pulling the shirt over his head, throwing it across her room once it was fully off, before going back down sucking on her neck, kissing up from her neck down to her pussy, stopping it, once he reaches her skirt.Pulling her crop top up and exposing her yellow lacey bra, pulling the bra down freeing her breasts out, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples, pulling them as Sad Eyes places kisses from her neck to below her belly button before stopping in front of her skirt, making her tilt her head back, lifting her stomach. Looking up at Ashanti, Sad Eyes asks for permission to remove her shorts, threw his eyes putting his hands on her waist, once Ashanti gave him a nod as a yes, he wastes no time then pulling each side of the shorts down, until they reach her ankles, yanking them off of her, he throws it across the room. Looking back at Ashanti, Sad Eyes Pulls her legs apart from each other, before kissing her from ankles on both legs to the inside of her thighs on both legs.pulling her underwear to the side, Sad Eyes looks at her one more time, sending her his sexiest smirk, before sticking his long tongue inside her pussy, diving in, putting his arms underneath, her thighs earning a squeal from Ashanti, pulling her closer to him, giving his tongue more access to her black/ pink pussy. Ashanti felt wave of pleasure hitting her, once Sad Eyes stuck his tongue inside of her. ”F-Fuck Angel” Ashanti moans, traveling her hands to her breast before squeezing them, playing with her nipples with her middle finger.”You like that mamas” Sad Eyes words sending a vibration through her body. ”Fuckkk you taste so good, You taste like strawberries my favorite.” He says, adding a finger while he licks her pussy. “A-Angel I’m about to cum!!” Ashanti moans, lifting her stomach up. ”Yeah, you gonna cum for papi, Fuck the more I taste you the harder I get” Sad Eyes feeling his boner growing each lick he licks.“Yeah??!! I want to feel you in my mouth!!, I want to taste you papi” Ashanti tilting her head back. "You will mamas, But first you gotta cum for papi, can you cum for papi??!!” Sad Eyes sticking his long thick fingers in her pussy moving in and out at a rapid pace. `Yes, Yes I can” Ashanti feeling her release coming. Ashanti's body starts to shake, as Sad Eyes sticks his tongue on her, slurping all of her juices in his mouth. Ashanti tries to calm down her breathing after feeling her first release, Sad Eyes looks over at her laughing a little bit. “How do you feel??” Sad Eyes, asks standing up, moving to her side of the bed. “Amazing but it’s your turn now” Ashanti gets on her knees, crawling towards Sad Eyes on the bed, reaching him Ashanti wraps her small , yellow manicured nails around his long thick cock, before looking up at him through her eyes lashes.``Your soo big” Ashanti looks down at his cock, moving her hand up and down, making Sad Eyes groan. “Stop teasing Ash, put it in your mouth baby, stop being a tease, show papi how deep you can swallow my cock!!” Sad Eyes looks down at her. Without a warning, Ashanti places his cock in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat moving her head up and down slowly at first before speeding up. Sad Eyes brings a hand to her hair, grabbing a fistful before moving her head faster and faster. “F-Fuck look at the good girl, how she can suck a cock just like a porn star!! I bet you mom and dad don’t know how much of a freak their daughter is huh??” Sad Eyes leaning his head back.Ashanti moans, sending vibrations to Sad Eyes body, looking down at her, he can see tears coming out of her eyes, making him almost releasing. F-Fuck baby, Your gonna make me release in your mouth.” “Do it” Ashanti mumbles, pulling Sad Eyes closer to her, grabbing the back of his thighs, pushing them forward towards her. “No, I want to feel how much of a freak you can be!” Sad Eyes, pulling his cock out of her mouth, Ashanti felt some spit drip down from her mouth to the floor. Sad Eyes picks her up, throwing her on her stomach, Ashanti already knows this position she saw it so many times on Pornhub, arching her body, waiting for him. Sad Eyes taking in the view, slowly hands his hands down from her back to her ass, Smacking each ass cheeks until each ass cheeks is turning red before leaning forward, his top carefully lays on top of her off, whispering in her ear. “You are not allowed to cum until I do??!! Understand!! IF YOU DO, papi will destroy that tight little pussy of yours so rough, that you won’t be able to leave your bed for weeks.” Sad Eyes commands, kissing her cheek before grabbing her waist pulling her closer to him. Sad Eyes wasted no time and slammed into her, Ashanti moans the feeling of him going in and out making her throw her head back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pounding into her fast and rough, Sad Eyes groans, feeling her clench around his cock like a little pornstar would, ”F-Fuck Ashanti who knew the little good girl had some bomb ass pussy.” Sad Eyes chuckles. ”Yess papi!!” Ashanti biting her lip, trying to hide her moan. ”Don't be shy, Let those moans out baby, let you're neighbors know who's fucking you so good!!” Sad Eyes wrapping his other hand around her neck, choking a little bit. ”F-Fuck Angel, I'm about to cumm” Ashanti whimpers. ”Dammm you love to be choked too, dammn you're a freak for sure!!, HOLD THAT SHIT UNDERSTAND!!” Sad Eyes grunts, feeling his release approaching. ”I-I-I can't hold it any longer” Ashanti cries in pleasure. ”FUCKK HERE IT COMES BABY!!” Sad Eyes, growls, spilling all his cum inside of her, painting her walls white ” Cum for papi.”Hearing Sad Eyes, giving her permission, Ashanti waiting no time cumming so hard she and his cum mixed together inside of her and on his cock. Pulling out of Ashanti, Sad Eyes watches as Her body lay flat, while she was still gripping the sheets, chuckling at the sight, before heading to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth from her bathroom and wetting two towels from the sink and wiping himself before heading back to Ashanti wiping her down with the we towel before placing her under the covers, closing her bedroom door he heads back to the bed, laying next to her, he watches her turn over and look at him. ”What??!!” Sad Eyes laughs. ”Thank you for being my first.” Ashanti says, caressing his cheek. ”Wait you're joking right.” Sad Eyes gasps. ”No I'm not.” Ashanti shaking her head. Sad Eyes gets up and checks the covers, not seeing any blood, he pushes the blankets back, seeing a big red spot on the mattress. ”Fuck, why didn't you tell me??!!, I wouldn't have been so rough on you.” Sad Eyes exclaims. ”I knew if I did you wouldn't have done it, besides I wanted it rough. ” Ashanti taking the blankets off the bed. ”But the way you suck my cock and the stuff you did, people who aren't virgins Don't really do what you did.” putting his hands on his waist. ”There's porn websites like Pornhub, redtube.” Ashanti placed the old blankets in the hamper in her room, grabbing new sheets from her closet. ”Fuck, I don't know what to say” Sad Eyes helping her make the bed. ”Don't say anything, Don't beat yourself up, I love the way you fucked me, even if it's one night.” Ashanti placed a kiss on his cheek stepping on her tiptoes. ”Is it bad that I want another round but this time in you're shower?” Sad Eyes looks down at her. ”No, Because I was thinking the same thing.” Ashanti giggling. ”Well in that case.” picking her up, opening her bedroom door, walking her to the shower closing the door behind them, after making her bed. After they finished around 2, they finished round 3 in the kitchen, Sad Eyes fucking her over the sink. As the night processed, neither one of them didn't realize the risk of not using the protection.

*Next Morning*

Ashanti woke up, to her front door being opened, and closing, hearing her parents, brother's voice, she starts to panic thinking that Sad Eyes was still here, turning over and seeing the side he slept on empty, she calmed down, but she knew it was just for one night but she still felt a little upset that he did leave, even though she agreed to it.

*ending*

Ashanti knew how much fun it would be , inviting him in her home, but what she didn't know was how much drama would enter her life by having one night of fun.

Ashanti looks at her phone, staring at the number she just typed in, debating on calling the person, Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, opening her eyes. She clicks on the phone icon before putting the phone to her ear, waiting for the other person to answer, after the phone rang for a second time someone picks it up. ”Hello?” The person on the other side of the phone call asks.

”Hey it's me, can we meet up and talk, it's really important ” Ashanti tried not to sound upset. . ”Yeah, I'll come over tomorrow at 2 is that okay.” the other voice answers. ” See you then.” Ashanti replies before hanging up the phone, placing her phone by her side, looking at her fingers, letting the tears fall down her beautiful brown face.

@thewarriorprincessxo @firebenderwolf @sincerelyasomebody @imaginetrahs

#sad eyes x reader #sad eyes x plus size reader

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Arthur Doyle: Battle of the Flirts

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairings: Arthur Doyle x reader (Fem Bi reader)

Genre: Slice o life

Warnings: Alcohol

Words: 1650

Comments: So this is my first ikevamp fic lol its probs ganna be shit cause you best know i didn't proof read before posting lol(˶◕‿◕˶✿) Thanx so much @zazax42 for giving me the suggestion/idea! Hope yall enjoy it!

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The week seemed to drag on and on, and you were overloaded with chores. You had finally finished doing all the housework for the day, and to be honest you were absolutely exhausted.

It was a miracle that you still had enough energy left to drag yourself up the stairs. Once you made it to your room, you threw yourself onto your bed. Vic hopped up onto the bed and looked at you with his big brown eyes.

“You know you have caused me a the biggest headache today.” He gave a small whine as if to apologise for the trouble he had cause you, and you couldn't help but give the poor doggo a tired smile, there was no way you could stay mad at him, especially when he gave you such cute puppy dog eyes.

“It’s alright Vic you are forgiven, just don’t do it again.” He wagged his tail and licked your face and proceeded to dash out of the room, probably to cause some more mischief, no doubt.

You turned your head to look at you cupboard hanging open, you spotted the little black dress you had bought yourself a few weeks ago. Geez, how long has it been since you’ve been out with friends? Since arriving at the mansion it has been all work, thanks to a certain slave driving butler.

Your thoughts were interrupted, when the British writer entered your room. “You look positively exhausted love,” he looked down at you, with eyes filled to the brim with love and affection.

You were dramatically sprawled out across your bed. “And whose fault would that be, my dearest Arthur.”

Arthur gave you an apologetic smile as he flopped down on the bed beside you, “yes, well, I suppose I should apologise for Vic’s behaviour”.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and narrowed your eyes at your lover. “You do realise I spent the whole afternoon picking up shredded pieces of Mozart’s sheet music off the lawn, not even to mention the fact that someone had to talk some sense into the grumpy musician, as he was insisting on giving your precious dog away in your absence. Plus Sabastian had a field day with taking all his frustrations out on me, for what Vic had done.”

Arthur then sat up and kissed you on your temple, “thank you love, for defending Vic’s honour, and I am terribly sorry I wasn’t here to help clean up and listen to Mozart’s and Sabastion’s whining. Although you must admit, angry Sabs is quite the amusing sight,” Arthur said with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

You cracked a little smile, “well, I suppose I got to see that big vein pop out of his forehead, hehe and also it was pretty funny to see how red Mozart got in his anger. I wish you could have seen it! I didn't think anyone could go redder than poor old Isaac, but after seeing Mozart so angry, I think he could give apple boy a run for his money.” Arthur chuckled at the thought of the angry butler and pianist, “It sounds like both you and I deserve a stiff drink for, the troublesome day we both had.”

“More like two stiff drinks, for all the complaining I had to endure today,” you said with a bright smile as you gave Arthur a quick peck on the lips.

“Well, then hun, hows about we go to the bar for a drink or two, I’ll meet you at the main door in 30 minutes.” You smiled and quickly got dressed, you decided to wear that pretty black dress that has been hanging in your cupboard for weeks now.

After 30 minutes of changing and getting ready, you met Arthur by the front door. “Why, don’t you just look positively fetching, in that pretty black little number,” Arthur said while gently taking your hand in his and leading you out the entrance to the waiting carriage.

“Right back at ya,” you chuckled while doing your awkward finger guns.

The place was super lit, and it was amazing that you and Arthur managed to find two open seats at the bar. “Two whiskeys on the rock please.”

You and Arthur sipped on your drinks and enjoyed the light banter that flowed between the two of you. Just as you were making a witty comeback to one of Arthur’s flirty comment, the bartender placed a drink down in front of you, “From the woman in the pink dress,” he said with a wink and a smile.

“Ah I’m sorry about that Luv, it seems the women in his bar hasn’t received the news yet, that I am a taken man,” before Arthur could finish his comment the bartender corrected him, “Excuse me, sir, I think there has been a misunderstanding, this drink isn’t for you, it is actually meant for her,” he nodding in your direction with a smile.

You gave Arthur a bright smile, “ohoho, it’s for me, is it.”

You burst out in laughter and said in a mocking voice, “it seems the women in this bar hasn’t received the news yet, that I am a taken woman.”

Arthur took a big sip of his drink, trying to mask his embarrassment. You eyed him curiously and gave him the biggest brightest smile. For a big old flirt, he certainly was cute, especially the way his ears would go all red as he blushed.

He playfully put his hand over your mouth to muffle your laughing, “Okay okay, I get it, you’ve had your fun,” he gave you his signature smirk while still carrying remnants of the blush and embarrassment on his cheeks. You cradled Arthur’s cheeks in your hands, still wearing a big grin, “don’t be cross dear, you know I used to be quiet the flirt back in the day.”

Arthur’s eyes lit up in curiosity, “is that so.” You kissed the tip of his nose and let go of his face, “jip, no man or woman could resist my charm,” you said as you gave him a flirty wink.

“Well my luv, I can most definitely see that, because you certainly are, a-dor-a-ble,” he said while giving you a little boop on the nose. “I’m not cute, I’m sexy,” you huffed out with a slight pout.

“Of course you are sweetheart, you are most definitely the cutest fluffies woman in the whole world,” he said while patting your head and ruffling your hair.

“Oooh I’ll show you cute Arthur Doyle!” You then pulled your lover into a headlock, ruffling his hair the same way he had ruffled yours moments ago.

“Well then love, how’s about a friendly little wager”, you let go of him and narrowed your eyes, “I’m listening..”

“The one who can get the most women’s telephone numbers in the next hour wins,” Arthur said with the most playful glint in his eyes.

“What’s the catch?” you asked eyeing him suspiciously

Arthur smirked at you and continued to explain the rules. “Loser has to pick up after Vic for 2 whole weeks and has to be the winner’s personal slave for the day,”

You gave Arthur a challenging gaze and decided to raise the stakes slightly “Alright but, the loser also has to do the laundry for the next two weeks and has to change their name to Deez Nutz for the duration of the time.”

Arthur thought for a second and then nodded “Alright, time starts NOW”

The two of you scattered into your own directions and started working your magic on every woman in the bar, no woman was safe. It felt like mere seconds had passed, before the hour was up. You and Arthur regrouped at the bar and presented each other with the phone numbers that you managed to get.

“I’ll go first luv,” the two of you counted all the scrap pieces of papers and napkins together, “let’s see if you can beat 5, luv, you know there is no shame in backing out of the bet now, although I will take great pleasure in calling you Deez Nutz for the next two weeks,” Arthur said with a triumphant smile.

“No, no don’t worry about me old boy, I am quite confident I have this in the bag, I hope you like doing laundry.” You emptied out your purse and pockets of all the pieces of paper, you also showed Arthur’s your arms and hands as three women had written their phone numbers on them.

“I… I can’t believe this,” Arthur looked at the stack of phone numbers in disbelief. “I believe that is 15, I win”, you playfully patted and ruffled Arthur’s hair. “Looks like we know who the cute one is and who the true sexy one is after all. I do believe, I warned you that I was quite the ladies lady back in the day,” you said while bursting into laughter. “Plus nothing screams sexy like this sexy black dress”, you said while tracing your hand over the curves of your body. Your black dress was perfect, conservative enough not to show too much, yet body-hugging enough to show off your every curve.

Arthur simply hung his head in defeat. You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him “Aww don’t be cross with me, love”, you gave him a little kiss on the cheek and gently took hold of one of his hands lacing your fingers with his “You know, even though I am a babe magnet, my heart will always belong to you, Deez Nutz,” you said while pushing your lips together trying to stifle a laugh.

Arthur simply groaned and buried his face in is hands. This was most definitely going to be the longest 2 weeks of his life

Turns out your horrible day want so horrible after all

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Bound by Destiny ― Chapter 2: The Gallery

PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Destiny ⥽

Nadya Al Jamil (MC) has been struggling from the day she moved to Manhattan, but her new job as assistant to the mysterious CEO of Raines Corp was supposed to turn her luck around. Until she finds herself caught in the middle of a war involving the Council of Vampires who secretly run the city. An evil from the birth of Vampire-kind stirs beneath, feeding on the conflict, and finds Nadya bound to a destiny she never asked for.

Bound by Destiny and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the Bloodbound series and spin-off, Nightbound. Find out more [HERE].

⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽

Nadya’s first formal event goes about as well as to be expected. At least there are pretty girls to look at.

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“You know, these are the kinds of events that incite supervillains and large gangs of jewelry thieves.”

“Are you a supervillain?”

“I was waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“Do I not pay enough?”

“Being a supervillain has crappy benefits. Raines Corp. dental, though? Top notch.”

Nadya doesn’t want to imagine what she’d be doing if Adrian weren’t here. Or — even worse — if he wasn’t able to match her joke-for-joke. He could very well have been the type of boss who was enjoyable in private but had to shove the proverbial stick up his butt when it came to public events like these.

But nope. Adrian Raines, one of the top bachelors in New York City, is skirting the wall near the chocolate fountain right along with her.

Sure, he did his rounds when they first entered the ballroom of the Gallery. “If you want I can introduce you,” he had whispered before the first wave of Estee Lauder and old money came their way, “but these types… they don’t really expect the assistants to talk.” He’d been ashamed — maybe not for himself but for society.

But that was fine by her. “I don’t like being introduced anyway.”

So for each newly greased palm or sharp-cut suit that came their way she took a step back, zoned out for the brief-but-polite conversation, and made sure to give the alarmingly attentive college kid who always seemed to have one extra refill glass of champagne just for her a tip that would make the oldest crone here wither and fall into an early grave.

Every once in a while Adrian would point out a prominent figure here or an only-famous-in-Europe artist there. It was hard not to feel overwhelmed at the number of famous faces in the same room as her.

“That’s Adam Vega. You’ve heard of him, right?” Adrian points to a set of too-white pearly whites attached to the Senator across the floor.

“Presidential hopeful next election, yeah,” she shrugs, “he’s not given a clear stand on his support of the queer community yet, though, so Lily and I are leaning towards Representative Hartley from California.”

His eyebrows raise; visibly impressed. “I agree. Politicians hate giving direct answers. Vega especially.”

There’s a hint of a personal vendetta there that Nadya notices but doesn’t bring attention to. It wouldn’t surprise her if Vega’s campaign had asked for donations from the company — or if, after tonight, she would see that very email at work Monday evening.

Off to the left corner — where she remembers seeing some marble sculpture, something to do with Venus maybe — it looks as though every photographer allowed into the event flocks around an obscured figure.

“Mademoiselle! Over here!”

“Wonderful, absolutely stunning!”

“Look this way next, Miss Lacroix! Over here!”

Standing on her tip-toes does nothing to help reveal the hidden subject, but that doesn’t stop her from trying.

“Don’t bother,” mumbles Adrian under his breath. “feeding her vanity is the last thing anyone should be doing.”

“Feeding whose vanity?”

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. Have you tried one of these pineapple slices in chocolate?”

Before Nadya has a chance to respond a voice comes purring behind her.

“You could at least try and be unpredictable, Adrian. This is the third event you’ve spent sulking by the sweets.”

Though Adrian brightens considerably at the woman who lurks behind Nadya, her reaction couldn’t be more opposite. Chills down her spine and the air in her lungs catching in her throat — desperate not to be let out in the same space as that familiar tone. She’d heard the woman named Kamilah only twice since the meeting-that-shall-not-be-named and both were phone calls. No name, no caller ID, just Nadya’s usual greeting of “Raines Corp., desk of Mr. Raines speaking, may I help you?” and the curt reply: “he’s expecting my call.” It was as though Adrian had been waiting with his ear to the door — the line transferred before she even had a chance to ask the woman to hold.

And now in person the voice was as unmistakable as it was beautiful; a soft yet commanding tone with a slight accent that curled on the tip of her tongue. If she hadn’t first been introduced to Kamilah by snooping on a meeting that may implicate her boss in murder, she’d be smitten. But falling for killers was morally wrong.

Though that was a moral stance that goes right out the window the moment she turns to meet Kamilah face-to-face. If Amazons existed, they were modeled after her. The statue of Venus across the ballroom would probably start weeping if it laid eyes on her. Nadya’s entire female celebrity hotness scale, which went from sweet Lady Hana Lee to sexy AME star Bianca Sandoval, was thrown horrendously off-kilter.

Is she gaping? Oh crap, she’s gaping. But there had to be laws against dresses that form-fitting on such attractive people. And if there weren’t then she needed to have a talk with Senator Vega at some point that evening.

Then Adrian’s arm is around her shoulder and he’s squeezing her gently against his side. Her name might have been thrown somewhere in there.

“And this, Nadya, is Kamilah Sayeed, CEO of Ahmanet Financial and a very close personal friend of mine.”

Kamilah’s nose scrunches up ever-so-slightly and she rolls her eyes.

“Adrian you make it sound so… tawdry,” she scolds, “when honestly the very thought of you very close and personal with me threatens to ruin my evening meal.”

There’s a private laugh between the pair — something Nadya is witness but not privy to — but it’s enough to wake her from the stupor of sudden racing thoughts concerning her sexuality.

“Uh—n-nice to meet you. I’m Nadya, Nadya Al Jamil.” She offers Kamilah her hand. Kamilah ignores it.

“Yes, though I suppose we’ve met before.” The comment sends her blood running cold; leaves Nadya gaping like a fish for excuses, apologies, anything that would keep them from silencing her for what she knows.

Adrian looks between them — chuckles through his confusion. “What? When?”

When all her floundering is for naught, Kamilah takes the reins.

“On the phone. If you’d call that a proper meeting, that is.”

Her exhale is a little too long, a little too relieved. Adrian’s used to the quirks that she’s made of; stacked like a game of Tetris abandoned near the end. But Kamilah — she notices. Combining the lights overhead and her makeup; Nadya could swear her pupils narrowed into slits.

“Something the matter?” She doesn’t even pretend flippancy and that Adrian notices. The way he looks between them makes her erupt in goosebumps.

Nadya shakes her head hastily. “Just not used to these sorts of things, right? Am I right?” But before she can drink for something to do Adrian’s hand snakes the champagne flute from her grasp. It lands delicately on a passing serving tray and is whisked off into used-stemware oblivion.

“Maybe that’s enough for you, tonight.” He’s teasing but the concern is genuine. Nadya watches a look pass between the mutual moneymakers — hopes to dear god whatever isn’t being said isn’t about her.

When a greying gentleman takes the podium up front the entire floor goes into a hushed silence. His first words, “I’m sure I don’t need to introduce myself,” are followed by snooty, nose-up polite laughter and that’s all anyone feels obligated to say while he drones on about donations to the Gallery, funding, and various sponsored artists featured tonight. The silence in the room is so thin a dropped pin might send the roof crumbling down on them — so there go Nadya’s hopes of asking Adrian what the man was talking about. One chocolate strawberry turns into two, and by the time the room breaks into restrained applause and the man takes his leave, her fingers meet an empty tray.

Doors open off to the side to the Gallery’s displayed collection. Large canvases filled with blurry vibrancy that, even from her distance, Nadya can tell is skill unparalleled.

She’s already several paces towards the beckoning beauty when she notices she’s alone. Turns with a frown — until she spots Adrian speaking to Kamilah in hushed tones.

“Adrian, you coming?” calls Nadya — when she catches the slightly desperate crack in her voice she wishes she hadn’t.

His infallible smile reaches her even at their distance. “You go on ahead. I’ve just got a bit of business to discuss first.”

That’s when she notices the portly man in a too-tight tuxedo behind the glamorous pair. He’s average, curly hair and beard shaved just a little too short on the right side. But he moves in a strange, graceful way — like Adrian and Kamilah. They congregate and then like statues remain still, close; secretive. Despite the movement towards the exhibition around them.

It brings a chill down her spine. “Are you sure?”

Something in Kamilah’s brow furrows; her annoyance clear. Adrian remains nonplussed.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he nods, gestures for her to follow the crowd, “I’ll catch up with you in a moment.”

At risk of her own neck Nadya leaves them, despite every bone in her body screaming at her not to turn her back.

At first Nadya was surprised at all of the faces shown at the event. It gave her a little hope that art was still appreciated in the world. Hope that she found dashed when she realized the truth: that the majority of people looking at the blown-up photographs in all their high-definition only cared about the people looking at them.

The majority of attendants skirt around the edges of the works; file strangely in the middle of the gallery’s hall like some opposite-day weirdness. Every once in a while someone will step forward, alcohol in hand, and air a compliment or observation that their party agrees with in nods and murmurs and subtle toasts. Gallery workers, all identified by their matching ties and lapel pins of the Gallery’s logo, stand here and there with clipboards at the ready and wearing rolls of stickers like fashion statements.

One woman stands passive beside a beautiful canvas of a sprawling rocky valley. The grey of the sky is dark but the grass underneath it shines bright like the sun was just out of view. Nadya approaches — notes her high-and-tight blonde bun and is briefly reminded of how grateful she is Adrian didn’t invite Nicole along — and offers her a friendly nod.

“Hello.”

The woman arches a brow but says nothing.

Twenty-eight agonizing seconds of awkward silence pass. She tries again.

“This is a really pretty piece.”

The woman’s jaw sets at pretty, features then easily schooled into a complacent smile. She’s seen people look at garbage with kinder eyes. “Indeed, miss.”

“Where was this taken?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know, miss.” The worker’s responses grow terse; clipped. A flush of shame floods over her cheeks.

“Oh. Of course. I—”

There’s a familiar click-clack of stilettos that stop just behind her. Nadya sucks in a breath but before she can continue a crisp voice interrupts.

“Wow, you’re serious right now?”

Nadya whirls around but the woman and her shock of vibrant violet hair are trained on the Gallery worker.

Who seems to have found the only person in the room she likes less than Nadya herself. “Pardon me, miss. I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Violet-Hair raises her glass of wine — near empty — and points a nail at the piece.

“Pretty sure I was speaking English, was I speaking English sweetheart?” She looks to Nadya; who nods dumbly. “Right. Yup. English.”

The worker’s patience is wearing thin. “Indeed you were, miss. What I did not understand was your… exclamation.”

Violet-Hair laughs; loudly, unabashedly, not caring that she’s drawing the attention of at least a dozen people standing nearby. In fact she seems to relish in the attention. “Oh! Right! Silly me. I guess I was just, I dunno, like, super surprised to hear that you work here and you don’t know where this shot was taken.”

She’s spoken just loud enough that anyone else having a conversation either has to wait until she’s done or abandons it altogether for something more interesting. Two women loudly arguing with a Gallery employee must never happen at one of these things, Nadya guesses, that or they figured it would happen later on in the evening. But it’s safe to say they’re the current stars of the proverbial show.

“I mean isn’t that what you’re trained to know? Jeez, at least stand next to a big old hunk of art you’re familiar with.” With the crowd at her advantage the woman jerks her thumb at the employee, now flush with offense, as if to say ‘get a load of this.’

The half-moon around them murmurs around one another and it’s the final straw. “Of course I know — these are some of the most detailed photographs of the Scottish Highlands ever taken. I’m offended at your insinuation, miss.”

If she had a dictionary on hand Nadya was suddenly sure that the face of the violet-haired troublemaker would be the picture definition of ‘cat that got the cream.’ Her eyes narrow, painted lips turned down into a sultry frown, and there’s a poisonous edge to the sweetness in her voice.

“Wow. You don’t say?”

“Despite this being one of the most acclaimed shots taken by the photographer, to think I would not know the piece I’m auctioning off is — well — it’s affronting to say the least.”

She sips the last of her wine; forces a pregnant pause on those looking on. Then her hand falls on Nadya’s shoulder with nothing short of intimacy.

“Then why’d you tell my friend here you didn’t know?”

If she had the courage or the voice, Nadya would try to smooth the situation over as best she could. Instead she just stands there, a statue, and wishes she hadn’t eaten two dozen chocolate strawberries.

“P-Pardon?” asks the worker; eyes flicking between the pair.

“If you knew, why didn’t you just tell my friend where it was?”

“Well, I—”

“Why’d you have to be such a stubborn bitch that I had to get involved?”

“Your language is—”

“I may curse like a sailor but at least I’m not a cunt.”

“Miss!” she gasps at the curse, thrown for a loop. Unsure of what to say next. She looks ready to call for security, but the violet-haired vixen made sure to tear down her confidence first. She’s left hanging and Nadya is absolutely awestruck.

“But you know, I think I’m gonna be generous today. I should be generous today, right,” she glances briefly at Nadya who nods like it’s somehow her decision, like she’s culpable in the absolute slaughter of the worker’s self-esteem, “yeah, I’ll be generous I think. I won’t tell your boss you were being horrible to a potential buyer just because she looks like she bought her dress on a clearance rack.”

Nadya could object. She doesn’t. It’s not entirely false but still hurts to hear it.

Then she steps forward and coaxes down the gallery worker with one perfect finger. Wordlessly bats away the woman’s hesitance and whispers something in her ear that lasts long enough for the attending crowd to mill back into their own circles of conversation and for Nadya to watch the blonde woman go absolutely pale — almost sickly green with what she can only assume is fear.

She passes something like a business card between them and Nadya watches while the worker scribbles something down on her clipboard and places a bright orange dot underneath the plaque bearing the photograph’s title. Orange, she recalls, means a purchase. No bid worth it, apparently.

A tender hand on her arm brings Nadya out of her thoughts, looking up into the eyes of her apparent rescuer and her tender-yet-sultry smile.

“Come on, let’s get out of the snake pit.”

She didn’t know she needed the fresh air until it hits her in a chilly wind. She follows the woman onto some outside terrace overlooking the Gallery’s gardens; a strange and fragrant floral oasis in the middle of a bustling metropolis.

“Katherine, by the way, since you forgot to ask.”

Katherine’s hand is offered in a polite way — soft skin hiding a surprisingly firm grip when Nadya takes it.

“Nadya.”

Her new friend wanders to the balcony’s edge and leans over. There’s no invitation but somehow she feels expected and plants herself beside.

“I just hate people like that, you know? People who think they’re better than everyone else because maybe they had more opportunities, or got lucky and were born with money, or whatever. Man, let a girl look at a fucking picture and think it’s cool!”

Nadya silently agrees to Katherine’s whole rant. “I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland. Nearly went on a year abroad in England during college but, uh, something came up, exams, maybe… and I had to cancel the trip.” And she hadn’t thought about it since. Not until she caught sight of those craggy sloping hills that looked so much like the photos in the brochure she kept on her pin board for all four years of her degree.

Katherine leans back on her elbows; her smile almost pitying. “There’s nothing special over there, hon. Trust me.”

“You’ve been?”

“Too many times.”

“I’m still jealous.”

There’s no one around to refill their drinks — either they aren’t supposed to be out here or the free booze is limited to the indoors. Katherine’s definitely sad about her empty wine glass but the scent of the garden down below is enough of a high for her.

“So…” she fumbles to try and fill the silence, “you come here often?”

Katherine’s laugh is demure and restrained. She can’t help but think the woman is containing herself from something. Brick by brick an invisible wall is being formed to keep them at a distance. It makes no sense but Nadya isn’t one to judge. Well — out loud, anyway.

“No, not really. Didn’t know if you could tell but I hate these rich people types.”

“So why are you here?”

“Meeting clients.”

“Oh? Are you an artist?”

She pauses like it’s the most important question in the world. Finally shakes her head and releases Nadya’s bated breath.

“No. No, I’m not.”

“Why do you —”

The door opens behind them and a sudden breath of relief catches their attentions.

“There you are, Nadya, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Adrian emerges into the night and though his face is the picture of casual calm she could have sworn there was the briefest flash of panic in his eyes — now hidden far and pushed down deep.

“Here I am.” She teases, offers him a casual shrug. Hoping, praying to any listening god that there isn’t a weird flush in her cheeks at the way he talks. “Just needed some air.”

“Of course.”

He brushes a stray bit of hair from her shoulder — a passive, familiar touch that means her shiver has nothing to do with the outside breeze — and in his smile everything seems alright again. He’s just one of those people blessed with a disarming charm.

“A-hem.”

Katherine’s fake cough doesn’t fool anyone. Draws Adrian’s attention away from her and to their guest. It’s an irritation Nadya’s only seen on his face a few times in the months they’ve known each other but it doesn’t settle well regardless.

“Can I help you?”

Katherine looks at Adrian the way all women look at Adrian: like he’s a prize. Her eyes comb through the polished shield of him and linger on his face with predatory accuracy.

“Well you’re kind of interrupting girl time, so —”

“Katherine,” scolds Nadya in a single word, “this is my boss.”

“Hm. I see. Well hello, boss.”

The tension doesn’t dissipate. Fight-or-flight mode kicks in and leaves Nadya looking between them frantically. “Erm… Adrian, this is Katherine. We met on the floor. Katherine, this is my boss: Adrian Raines.”

If she had seen him only as a hot man in a suit before, now she knew his name — and it shows. Something changes in Katherine’s stance — all ease gone. But rather than focusing her energies on Adrian, her eyes flick to Nadya — suddenly hot under the collar.

“W-What? Something on my face?”

“No, sweets, you’re perfect. Just… small world, it turns out.”

Nadya frowns. “What do you mean?”

When Katherine and Adrian shake hands they meet eye-to-eye. She catches sight of their white knuckles and wonders why they’re trying to have a competition over a handshake.

“Well I’m obviously not here because I like the crowds, kitten,” Katherine speaks to Nadya but her eyes remain trained on Adrian, “since the real reason I’m even here is to meet with, well, you Mr. Raines.”

She doesn’t give Adrian the chance to ask, “I’m Ms. Sayeed’s private contractor.”

That invisible brick wall slots into place with a thundering silence. Locks Nadya on one side and Katherine on the other — Adrian caught with her. She can’t remember a time she felt so invisible, so utterly removed from a moment in time. It makes her sick to her stomach.

Adrian’s voice is low when he finally replies. “We’ve been waiting for you for over an hour.”

“I showed up, didn’t I?” quips Katherine.

“Not a very good way to impress your potential employers.”

“If it’s my punctuality you want, and not my skills, then you hired the wrong girl.”

“Perhaps we have.”

The silence is considerable before, within seconds of one another, Katherine and Adrian remember they aren’t alone. Adrian looks to her, flustered, but Katherine’s cool is never-ending.

“I’ll catch you some other time, Nadya. Mama’s got business to take care of.” Her passing wink, easy to miss, is Katherine’s only farewell.

Now the terrace seems stifling — the breeze blocked by all the things Adrian isn’t saying.

“I—well, you see…”

He stops when Nadya holds up a hand. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Adrian,” her sincerity is true; and thick enough to hide her hurt, “I’m just your secretary after all.”

If he says anything she doesn’t stick around long enough to hear. The heat of the bodies milling around the photographs makes her skin crawl but Nadya forces her way back into the event like nothing strange happened. Like strange isn’t her life’s new normal.

It would have been nice for her to turn and see Adrian following her through the displays — a silent apology was better than none at all. But a brief glance over her shoulder tells a different tale. Across the room she catches the sight of Katherine’s shock of violet hair and the pretty mauve of Kamilah’s dress.

Probably something you don’t want involved with anyway, she tells herself.

Nadya continues on.

The event starts winding down around one in the morning — she suspects half the guests have secondary parties already plugged into the navigators of their limos. She walks around the emptying gallery for half an hour; partially enjoying the fact that she no longer needs to look at the pieces from a distance but also on the hunt for Adrian, Kamilah, Katherine, anyone.

Two laborers are in the middle of dismounting the purchased photograph of the Highlands when she gets Adrian’s text.

[TEXT]: Had to move a business discussion to Ahmanet Financial. Car waiting outside to take you home whenever. Sorry for leaving you high and dry. I’ll make it up to you Monday. Promise.

Sincerely, Adrian.

At first his official-sounding texts — which he always signed ‘Sincerely, Adrian’ like he forgets assigned contacts are a thing — were funny, charming even. Now she just looks at his name in LED pixels on her work-issued phone and wants to throttle him. Not for abandoning her — okay, maybe for abandoning her — but also because it seems like a cathartic release of her pent up frustration.

But making her way to Ahmanet Financial, which was hella far across town, would cost her energy she simply didn’t have. Wouldn’t life be nice if she could buy energy packs like in Lily’s games…

Just like Adrian said there’s a car waiting right in front of the Gallery when she makes it to street-level. Like, right in front — she doesn’t even want to think about how long he had to wait or the fights he had to get into for such primo vehicular real-estate. She recognizes the driver — Benjamin, William, Robert, something old-fashioned like that — from late nights escorting Adrian to the car for his meetings outside the office. The familiar face relieves her in a way she wasn’t expecting.

Maybe-Benjamin smiles and opens the back door for her. “Have a good time this evening, Miss Al Jamil?”

She glances back at the looming figure of the Gallery; now ensconced in shadow and the faint lights of buildings on either block. It looks like a dead thing stuck in the middle of a party. Like taxidermy.

“I’ll get back to you on that.”

He closes the door behind her. The darkness is warm, inviting. Nadya throws propriety to the wind and lays down on the buttery black leather seats. She’s out before they pull away from the curb.

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #adrian raines #bloodbound #choices #katherine nightbound #mc: nadya al jamil #; my fics #oblv: bound by destiny #oblv: new chapter

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elodieunderglass · 6 years

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In which we discover the freshest date ideas of the dreamscape

I had a dream that did not fit in with my Branding, and was therefore somewhat cute but very annoying to me. Long post, press J to skip.

I dreamed about New Zealand. I have never been to New Zealand, but I think I captured some of it.

The protagonist was a young trans boy vampire. He was of Continental Asian heritage originally, but had been in New Zealand for a very long time.

It was early evening and the sun was safely behind the clouds. He walked along the beach as the rain began to fall. It brought down coolness as it fell, settling the heat of the day. There is a family of tourists from South Korea who frequent my dreams, and the vampire watched as they plodded determinedly along the beach, referring to their guidebooks. They all had matching raincoats, which I’ve never seen before. The vampire thought about hating them automatically for being tourists, but like me, he watched and actually found them very sweet. That family are so very determined and so respectful, and they enjoy travel very much.

The rain fell thickly, changing from cool mist to something tropical and heavy. It was like being in a cool shower. The vampire sighed and retreated to the terrace of a beachfront hotel, where he ordered a drink and sat next to an outdoor heater. The theme of the bar was “tiki,” and he regarded this as an affront to his aesthetic and cultural sensibilities, but his hair was all plastered down from the rain, so he accepted the shelter on offer.

As he watched the beach, he saw an absolute nerd running around and dancing under the rain. It was Legolas, although he didn’t know that. Legolas, it turns out, lingered in the West for a while, and then went even further West, and he kept going West until he got to the Antipodes.

Legolas was dancing in the rain, but not in a sexy or mystical way. He was running around with airplane arms, going “aaaah”. Occasionally he would run up against an obstacle, such as a palm tree or beach chair or a particularly pinchy crab, and he would stop and laugh at it. He was clearly drunk and having a great time. He wore an ancient and horrible grey collegiate hoodie and bare feet, and his hair was pulled back in a surfer bun. At one point he laid down on his face in the sand to commune with a crab that was digging a hole, and laughed admiringly as the crab threw sand onto his face.

The vampire realised, resignedly, that he would have to seduce this guy. How could he not? He really had no choice.

He approached and attempted to seduce Legolas by sexily offering to buy him a drink. Legolas laughed and said he had his own drinks at home, and did he want to meet a crab?

The vampire didn’t really want to, but he got introduced anyway.

Legolas explained that he had recently arrived as a grad student at Christchurch, and he was just having the best time. He really liked New Zealand. Good seagulls. The best seagulls. Really excellent crabs.

“Do you want to come back to mine?” Legolas offered.

The vampire thought: oh wow, I’m really good at seduction! I didn’t even realise I was doing it properly!

“The crab is coming back to mine,” Legolas went on.

The vampire downgraded his seductive abilities to slightly above those of a crab.

He agreed to go back to Legolas’s place. But he began to panic. Because this was the first time he had ever really seduced anybody. And he had never actually worked out how to approach the Trans Thing. He panicked silently as Legolas gathered up his crab and jaunty sunhat (?) (!) and led him back along the beach.

Legolas lived in a scruffy studio apartment at the bottom of a hotel building. It had sliding glass doors out onto the beach, which seemed cool in theory, except it meant that Legolas’s front room (and therefore his whole house) was full of tracked-in sand.* And it was hard to open and close the doors, because the sliding door runners were full of sand. So Legolas just left the doors open, all the time. The vampire had been wondering how to approach the whole “you have to invite me inside” thing, but it turned out that a studio apartment left mostly open to the elements technically counts as “outside.”

Legolas poured them each a glass of pineapple juice and lit several candles, then laid down on the floor on his back with the crab on his chest, and outlined his plans for the evening. First they would drink their juice and eat a nice fruit salad. Then they would play an unspecified game involving some plastic bowling pins Legolas kept in a milk crate in the corner. If the evening was going along REALLY well, Legolas had two sun loungers. They would lay outside on the sun loungers, drinking wine, and look at the stars. The wine came from a box, but it was very good, actually, and there certainly was plenty of it. Then the vampire would go home. It would be a fabulous evening.

Legolas then stopped to explain how the stargazing part of the evening would be a special treat. Because “the stars are different here.” He explained this several times. He said that it was really amazing, seeing completely different stars.

The vampire said “I am from New Zealand,” patiently, but Legolas didn’t really get it.

“I grew up with these stars,” the vampire finally got across. “They’re not different to me.”

“Oh, really?” Legolas said. “Well, they’re still really good even if you’ve seen them before. Now we will eat the fruit salad.”

As they sat on the sandy floor, with the candles, and the fruit salad from a plastic container with a yellow reduced sticker on it, and Legolas trilled at his crab friend, the vampire felt that he really had to make a move to get the evening back on track. “I am a vampire,” he remembered. “I can compel others with my hypnotic voice.”

He tried it. I don’t know what he said, but he really did try it.

Legolas looked at him admiringly and he thought that it had worked. But then Legolas laughed his ass off and started complimenting him.

“You’re so good at that!” Legolas cheered. “You have marvellous harmonics. Really great! And you know exactly what to say!”

Legolas then explained that he, himself, was pretty crap at glamours and harmonics.

“Like, I can usually get the vibrations right,” he said, gesturing happily with a forkful of fruit salad. “But I don’t know what to say with them! Obviously you have to say SOMETHING, right, and layer it with glamour?? But I never know what to say! I know this one lady-” (he meant Galadriel) “-who knows JUST what to say, like,” he put on a powerful and glamorous voice in an excellent imitation of Galadriel, and vibrated the whole room: “Mmmmm HeLlO mOrTal would you like sommmmmme….. JUICE????”

The vampire just sat there, rigid and stunned.

“But me, I just stand there, like ‘uhhhh…. fuck! can I get uhh….. do you want uhhhh… you’ve uhhhh… ya want some BREAD?’ Which is, like, just awkward and embarrassing! For everyone! So I really admire people who can do it!” Legolas laughed at himself, affectionately. “Did you know, I actually - back in the nineties - I actually called up this phone sex operator.”

The vampire at this point had given up on everything and just listened with fascination.

Legolas explained that the phone sex lady had patiently guided him through lessons in How To Find Out What People Want (And Give It To Them), but the lessons hadn’t stuck. He blamed his attention span, and a general disinterest in what other people wanted or thought about. He explained that in order to truly glamour others, one must pay attention to the psychology of the target, and their swirling mist of emotional currents and subtext and desires; and at the end of the day he just couldn’t be fucked to tune in.

He then took some raisin bread, offered it to the vampire and said, in a deeply mystical voice reverberating with harmonics significance and power, “Would u like some….. BREAD?” And then he doubled over, laughing like he was going to vomit. It wasn’t very attractive.

“… We’re not going to have sex, are we,” the vampire said.

“No, I just thought fruit salad was better with melon,” said Legolas in such a deadpan way that I missed the pun** until I wrote down the relevant bits of dream the next morning, and screamed in fury.

* poor design on the dreamscape’s part.

** In Tolkien’s Elvish, “mellon” means “friend.”

#dreamscapes #dreams #elodie's new dream tag #LOTR #vampires I guess #not really on brand is it #I've had this in my drafts since january

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sonitavalentine · 6 years

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Unexpected gifts on Christmas family dinner

@yuki-kuran my Secret Santa gift for you under the cut!

You asked for a short and sweet yume moment with whole family, but it turned out into something else. Besides, I can’t write really shortly :( There’re mistakes, I think, so please forgive me, I did my best to make it some kind of pleasure reading for you. ^_^

P.S. I’m not sure about your opinion on some certain pairing but I saw you liking some posts with them so I decided you’re not against at least. Without them the family picture wouldn’t be full. :)

Enjoy and Merry Christmas, dear!

“It has to be stopped.”

Yuuki’s voice sounded resolutely and Kaname put all documents aside looking at his wife with interest. She spoke like that rarely; she’s used to play a role of Tender Princess of the Night society, though she’d been a queen for a century already. This is why Kaname let all thoughts about work go and listened to Yuuki carefully. If she spoke resolutely then it was important.

“What is it?”

“Christmas!” She noticed Kaname’s puzzled look and continued. “Every year our family celebrates Christmas separately. Mother and father travel somewhere together, as we do too, Ai is always with her friends. On the one hand this is nice to spend a romantic holiday evening with you, but on the other, humans celebrate Christmas as a family day. At least once in a century we should spend it altogether.”

Kaname smiled softly and rose from his table. Honestly, he thought about it himself, but every year he took a decision not to be a burden for the relatives. He came to Yuuki, hugged her kissing in her warm lips and said, “Everything will be done. This Christmas all your beloved ones will be near you.”

“But Kaname…” Suddenly she felt awkward. “If they don’t want-“

“They won’t dare to disobey their King’s order.” Kaname winked at her. “You can start all preparations.”

When the Kurans confirmed they would visit the main family mansion this Christmas Yuuki turned back again into sixteen years old young lady who has no other problem but to choose gifts for everyone. She felt how youth flowed in her veins and the feeling was so good that she almost burst into tears of joy.

Kaname bought a tree for every room in the Kuran mansion. And though Yuuki tried to scold him for being so wasteful, she changed her mind from anger to mercy as soon as Kaname closed the door in their bedroom behind their backs.

On Christmas she finished all preparations in a main hall with a big dinner table served with some expensive white snow table-cloth. Furniture and crockery had harmonious colours, and Yuuki felt proud that it all was her choice. She learnt how to be stylish and make her house look presentable, which was no wonder: she’d been living with Kaname for a century already and he always looked blameless even in a domestic outfit.

Yuuki checked if everything was fine with the main Christmas tree when she noticed Kaname watching her. He stood upstairs and looked at her, smiling. Yuuki’s fragile and graceful figure was hidden under an elegant dress of calm peach colour and it reminded him of the days when she was still an inexperienced little princess.

Kaname breathed out. “You’re so adorable.”

Yuuki smiled. She was happy with her life. A century had passed since those terrible days when she was about to lose Kaname. But she behaved mature enough to make him change his mind and forget about his crazy plans. And now nothing can destroy their love. They have wonderful daughter, they brought their parents back to life, and though Yuuki was uncertain about this decision, but as soon as Haruka and Juuri saw baby Ai they were inspired to give this life one more chance.

One of their maids appeared in the room and reported about a phone call. Kaname frowned and reminded her, disappointed, “I told you, no officials are allowed to talk to me today.”

“It’s her Highness calling, Ai-sama.”

Yuuki looked at her husband in anxiety. Ai decided not to come? Kaname let her know he would fix it, and Yuuki calmed down. When he disappeared, a doorbell rang and Yuuki cried to her maids, “I open the door myself!”

When she pulled golden handles letting a snowstorm and refreshing frosty air in, she saw her parents covered in shimmering snowflakes. “This is us! Merry Christmas!”

“Mum, Dad!” Yuuki rushed to hug the elder Kurans. “Merry Christmas! I’m so happy to see you today.”

“Come on, let us in, it’s very cold outside” mumbled Haruka pushing his beloved women into the room. When the door was closed Yuuki noticed some strange things.

“Dad, what did you put on?”

Haruka came into the Kuran manor in a classical Santa Claus outfit. Being a bit embarrassed, he started to shake the snowflakes down of his red coat. “I lost some argument with your mother and as a result I had to put on this. As you see, Juuri has a really weird fantasy.”

“I don’t!” Juuri returned. She hugged her husband tightly and squeezed him. “Daughter, he looks so hot in this outfit, doesn’t he? Such a cutie!”

“Mum, you cut your hair!” Yuuki finally noticed a main change in her mother’s appearance. Juuri’s hair had always been long, but now they were of shoulder length. She laughed in a truly coquettish style.

“Indeed! I decided it was wrong to live a new life with an old haircut. How do I look?”

“You’re wonderful!” Yuuki felt blessed to see her mother so cheerful.

“Of course, Haruka was going to kill me,” she said jokingly and added in a gloomy, but teasing voice, “You know, these Kuran men are over-possessive and over-manipulative-“

“I hear everything,” finally the voice of Head of the Kuran family flew in. Kaname smiled seeing the elder generation of the Kurans, or younger one, judging from his point of view. “Mother, you look fantastic.”

“Thank you dear!” Juuri laughed wholeheartedly. “I feel like I’m 500 years old again!”

Kaname hugged Haruka but then gave him a critical gaze. “What’s this on you, Haruka?”

“The holiday outfit. And why ‘Haruka’?” He sounded offended. “You call Juuri your mother, so what’s about me?”

“You’re doing amazing without it,” replied Kaname and came to his wife to kiss her cheek. “Don’t worry, Ai is coming. She called to warn that she took someone with her, but refused to tell whom.”

“Wow, Ai got a boyfriend!” Juuri exclaimed. “Or maybe a girlfriend!”

She liked to use modern words very much and did her best to be an up-to-date and fully understanding grandmother. But Yuuki shrugged, she was interested herself.

“She didn’t say a word about that.”

But they didn’t have to wait too long for them. As soon as the dinner was ready, the doorbell rang again and the maids informed about the princess having come with Takuma Ichijou.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Ai cried. Her cheeks looked red with frost and her eyes shined with joy. The princess flew into the room and kissed her parents.

“What, Tak-kun!?” Juuri almost jumped up on her chair but Haruka calmed her down with his embrace. “Tak-kun is Kaname’s good friend, so I think he decided to make a surprise for Kaname on this day, and Ai just helped him out.”

Juuri didn’t reply but a shade of doubt appeared for a moment on her face.

“I’m glad,” Kaname said when he greeted Takuma. “I thought you would spend this day with your family.”

“What are you talking about?” Ichijou got surprised and flapped Kaname’s shoulder. “You’re my family.”

Meanwhile Ai continued to coo at her grandparents covering them with her compliments. “Grandpa, what a nice dress! Granny you’re so sexy!”

Ai was happy to be back again in the house where she’d been born. There was a scent of tangerines and cinnamon in the room and she recollected the days when she was a little girl who used to run in corridors of the mansion with Seiren and Aidou. Now Seiren was freed by Kaname for her good service and loyalty and at the moment she was travelling around the world, while Aidou celebrated Christmas with his big family. But even so, she was glad to see her beloved ones gathered in one room.

“I asked the maids to go home,” said Yuuki entering the dining room after the rest of the family. “They should spend this evening with their families too. Now I’m responsible for everything and feel so anxious! Haven’t I forgotten anything?”

“Mum, all is fine!” Ai reassured Yuuki and took her hand to help her sit down.

“Yes, there’s a lot of food here,” Haruka added. “And if this is not enough Juuri shares her blood with all of us today.”

“No way!” cried Juuri but Haruka stopped her with a slight kiss.

“Ginger cookies!” Yuuki remembered about the sweets and was about to rush into the kitchen but Kaname immediately got up and said he would bring them in himself. The queen relaxed and added, “I did them with my own hands, you shall like them!”

A cracking silence hung in the air for a moment; everybody stared at Yuuki in terror. “What?” she asked.

“Oh Mum, I was missing your cookies so much!” Ai decided to relax the atmosphere. “Can’t wait to try them.”

When Kaname brought a plate with cookies made by his wife Haruka told him carefully with a sweetest smile, “Kaname, please keep the plate closer to you. You see there’s no free space on the table at all.” The king shrugged his shoulders but did what he was asked.

“So kids!” Juuri clapped her hands. “It’s your turn to give us your gifts.”

Ai and Takuma exchanged their looks. Then the princess coughed and said, “We didn’t buy something specific, it looks more like we have one huge gift for everyone here.”

“Yes yes,” Takuma repeated in impatience. He grasped Ai’s hand and shot, “We’re pregnant!”

“WHAT!?” The Kurans yelled altogether gazing at the couple of vampires threatened by their reaction. Ai rolled her eyes up and flicked Takuma’s forehead.

“Idiot! We were supposed to tell them about our intention to marry. We agreed to talk about a baby later.”

“Did we?” Ichijou got amazed. “You told me we had to inform them about the most important thing.”

“Yes and the wedding come first!”

“But the baby is already there!”

“Wait a minute!” Yuuki stopped the quarrel with her scream. “I have a headache because of you all. Ai why didn’t tell us before? That you’re dating.”

“I was afraid you would take it wrong,” Ai replied shyly. “And I decided I’d better do that when we had a good cause. Moreover, father isn’t going to kill Takuma on the day like this. Right, Dad?”

Everybody turned to Kaname. He broke a silver fork and both pieces fell on a plate with a sombre sound. The king threw a murderous glance at Ichijou. He gulped and whispered, “Oh Lord in Heaven…”

“Neither Lord nor any other god will help you now.”

Kaname said it angrily and moved to get up and beat the shit out of Takuma when Yuuki cried, “Stop violence! Kaname, we won’t change anything now. Ai, you should’ve told us before. Ichijou, I had a better opinion about you.”

“Yuuki, Kaname, indeed you have to calm down,” Haruka said as peaceful as possible. “Just look at them, they’re head over heels in love with each other!”

“Haruka’s right,” Juuri agreed. “And they assured us they were going to marry. Besides… We have something to tell you too.”

“Now?” Haruka whispered.

“Why not? It’s a good moment. We want to tell you that I’m… Hey, I liked it how Takuma did that. WE’RE pregnant!”

“You’re kidding!” Ai exclaimed.

“No!”

“Oh God, congratulations!”

Kaname didn’t understand how to behave now and he looked at Yuuki helplessly. A dark wish to kill Ichijou and scold Ai took over him, and at the same moment he was glad to hear such wonderful news from the elder Kurans. And this tumult made him feel uneasy, all what he wanted was take Yuuki and run away from this asylum that was about to turn into a kindergarten. It seems celebrating Christmas altogether indeed was a bad idea.

Yuuki noticed his gaze and suddenly burst in laughter. Now all the interested looks belonged to her. The queen got embarrassed but started to speak. “This is so strange to get to know that I’m going to have a sibling and a grandchild on the same day. But even this is not over yet.”

She was searching for support in Kaname’s eyes but he couldn’t suspect what she was going to say and currently was thinking about bringing a hunter’s weapon into the room. Yuuki didn’t disconnect eye contact with her husband and declared, “We’re pregnant too.”

The third shot was too much and the family was driven mad. They started to acclaim while Ai came to both parents with her congratulating kisses. When Kaname finally got what actually happened he got up and rushed towards Yuuki.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’ve learnt about it only yesterday and wanted to present it as a gift today during the dinner. But as you see, I wasn’t original.”

In response Kaname kissed her and embraced tightly. She didn’t need any words to understand that her very existence was the greatest gift for him.

“You know this is the weirdest Christmas in my excessively long life,” spoke Haruka as he was opening a bottle of wine. “I need to have a drink.”

“Me too!” Takuma picked up and moved his glass towards Haruka. “Great…grandpa?”

“Don’t you dare to call me like that,” Haruka replied in a sullen voice.

Takuma shrugged his shoulders and peered at happy Kaname and Yuuki, still in hugs. Having noticed his gaze, Kaname darkened and roared, “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

“Sure thing. Grandpa.”

“Keep silence.”

Ichijou sighed and turned to Ai. “I’m going to be an outcast in this family.”

They spent the rest of the evening in a truly family and warm atmosphere. Kaname had to eat all ginger cookies made by Yuuki but he did that with pleasure saying, “Don’t understand why you all are complaining, these cookies are made by Goddess and their taste is divine”. Despite the age, Haruka and Juuri were the noisiest. Ai and Takuma had to answer annoying questions about their future plans.

At some moment Kaname came to Ai and put his hands on her shoulders. She shivered from sudden feeling of warmth and raised her head to see her father.

“Ai, are you happy?”

She smiled and turned to hug Kaname. “I’ve never been as happy as I am today.”

“Actually I’m talking about that idiot” Kaname glanced at Takuma.

“Dad,” Ai gave him a stern Kuran look. “You know him. He seems to be careless and…foolish sometimes, but in fact he is reliable. He can take care of me.”

Kaname breathed out and kissed Ai’s forehead. Somewhere deep in his soul he was confident about that.

“You’ve grown up too fast, my princess.”

In the morning, when the sun was raising and the family parted to their beds, only the king and the queen didn’t sleep. They watched how sparkling snowflakes fell behind the window, Yuuki lying on her husband’s lap and Kaname fingering her hair. His other hand stroked her stomach, flat yet.

“You want a boy this time, I think?” she asked observing Kaname’s serene smile. He shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter. This baby is our child which means it is a fruit of our love.”

Yuuki closed her eyes listening to Kaname’s voice. Soft and deep, it was her favourite. With his hands on her body she was ready to start purring with happiness.

“The fruit of our love. It sounds splendid.”

For the first time in her life immortality and eternity didn’t look scary anymore.

#yumesecretsanta #Vampire Knight #eternal yume #harujuuri #aikuma #entire kuran family alive and happy #my blue dream i think #fanfiction exists to heal our hearts

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emwrites · 7 years

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Chris Evans- The Meeting (part 1)

I smoothed out my black pencil skirt as I stood in the elevator, straightening out my blouse and letting out a shaky breath as I rehearsed everything in my head. This is the most important interview I’ve been to, so I need to make sure I say all the right things. I closed my eyes and recited everything in my head, breathing deeply.

The lift came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding, and I opened my eyes only for my gaze to land upon a tall, suited figure who was stepping into the elevator. My breath hitched slightly as I took in the appearance of the man who had not yet spared me a glance. His beard was scruffy, his light brown hair perfectly styled. Whoever he was, he intrigued me. He was clean cut, wearing a blue suit with polished black shoes and a perfectly aligned spotted grey tie.

The man pressed a button for his floor and turned to face me as the doors closed, my eyes suddenly meeting his beautiful blue orbs. His lips instantly turned up into a small side grin.

“Hi.”

God, his voice was sexy too. The lord is either with or against me right now.

“Uh, um.. hi.” I stuttered out, face palming internally at how pathetic I sounded. Nice going, jackass. My cheeks heated up while he chuckled deeply.

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?” His voice was rough but velvety soft, it was the most audibly pleasing sound I’ve ever heard.

“No. Well, erm- I have an interview today.” Smiling nervously up at him, I mentally applauded myself for managing to form a sentence without sounding illiterate.

Just as I answered him, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I cleared my throat quietly and once again smiled at the stranger, whose gaze was on me the whole time.

“Well… bye.” Could I have sounded more awkward? Probably not. I went to step into the hallway as the man’s voice blessed my ears once again.

“Good luck,” the stranger grinned at me from inside the lift, “and relax. You’ll be fine.”

As I smiled back at him, the doors closed and I was left staring at my hazy reflection in the shiny metal. Jeez, that was the most awkward encounter of my entire life, but his looks made it worth the pain my pride felt.

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the reception desk and I was asked to take a seat in the waiting area while I waited for the interviewer. My foot tapped nervously and five whole minutes passed before someone came to get me and I was taken to a quiet room at the end of a long hallway. Closing my eyes briefly, I somehow calmed myself and entered the interview room with a friendly smile on my face. Thankfully, the interviewers were incredibly nice and seemed pleased with the answers I provided to their questions.

“Well, thank you for your time miss. We will have someone call you with the news before this evening.”

Saying my goodbyes, I left the room feeling confident and proud of myself. Upon leaving the tall company building I hailed a cab to take me back to my apartment that I shared with my friend, Chrissy. The cab dropped me off on my block, and I quickly paid the driver before hopping out and practically running into my apartment.

“Chrissy!” I shouted as I slammed the door shut and slipped my shoes off before running into the kitchen, finding her sat on a stool eating cereal in her pyjamas.

“Blimey, what is it? Was it an ex? Did you see Lady Gaga?!” She stared at me wide eyes in shock as she threw questions at me.

“What? No! Ok, brace yourself. I saw the most attractive guy EVER today. I’m talking ‘instantly drop to your knees’ kind of attractive. Tall, sexy, UGH. I’m still in shock.” I held my hand to my chest and babbled to Chrissy as she took huge mouthfuls of cereal, listening intently.

“Mm,” she held up a hand to stop me as she swallowed, “sounds gorgeous. What colour were his eyes, what was he wearing?” Her eyes narrowed as she grilled me and took another mouthful of food.

“This amazing fitted blue suit. Let me tell you, his biceps looked so good. Oh, and he had blue eyes,” I sighed as I remembered how gorgeous he was. Chrissy groaned as she chewed; we have similar taste in men.

“God, blue eyes are my weakness. They’re like an ocean I would gladly drown in.” I giggled as Chrissy wiggles her eyebrows at me and stood to put her bowl in the sink. “So, how’d the interview go? Did you get the job?”

“It was great, actually, they’re gonna call me sometime today- which reminds me,” I rummaged through my bag to retrieve my phone, “I need to make sure my ringer is on.”

“Girl, you’re gonna get it. You have way too many pros in your resume not to, it’s like a hundred pages long!” Chrissy exclaimed. I have to admit, I feel pretty confident about this.

“Thanks, Chris. You got any plans today? I’m thinking, Man of Steel and pizza.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and watched her eyes light up at the mention of her favourite movie.

“Bitch, you BET I’m free. Get your pyjamas on, I’ll set it up and order the pizza!” She squealed and ran off to set up the TV. I laughed at her excitement and quickly changed into short pyjamas, throwing an oversized tee on and putting my hair up in a high ponytail. Within an hour the pizza had arrived and we were ready to start watching the movie, and I made sure I had my phone next to me so I wouldn’t miss a call if I received one.

“Ugh, what a MAN. Seriously, if he crashed into my back yard, I’d give him much more than a place to stay.” Chrissy mumbled as Henry Cavill came on screen, almost making me choke on mine.

“Honestly, I can’t disagree. I’d let superman snap me like a twig.” I put down my pizza slice and got up from the couch.

We finished Man of Steel and watched a few episodes of The Vampire Diaries. I stood up and stretched a little, and realised how thirsty I was after the pizza.

“Hey, you want a drink?”

“Nah I’m good babe, be quick or you’ll miss the good b- ooh, my boy Matty blue is on, be quiet!” Chrissy shooed me away as I laughed and made my way to the kitchenette. I grabbed a glass and was filling it with water when I suddenly heard my phone’s ringtone go off loudly, making me drop the glass which somehow didn’t smash. Bolting over to the couch, I grabbed my phone as Chrissy paused the movie.

“Hello?” I tried to sound as polite and friendly as possible, and like I hadn’t just ran to pick up the call.

“Miss Y/L/N? Hi, it’s Evans & Co. here. We’re calling about your interview this morning.” A pleasant female voice informed me from the other end. Chrissy stared at me expectantly as she took another bite of her pizza.

“Oh, hello! Thank you for contacting me.” I made sure to smile as I spoke- mom always said they can hear the smile in your voice.

“Well, we have good news- you got the job!” I gasped quietly and jumped up and down briefly before she began to speak again, “are you able to start on Monday at 9am?”

That gave me two days to get some new clothes for the office and celebrate.

“Yes, of course! Thank you so much for this, I’ll be there at 9am on the dot!” Grinning from ear to ear, I said goodbye and hung up the phone.

“You got it?!” Chrissy stood up, dropping her pizza slice in the process.

“Yes! I’m staring on Monday! This is amazing, we are DEFINITELY going shopping!” I exclaimed and hugged Chrissy, the two of us jumping up and down excitedly.

“Congrats! Oh my god, we have to go out and celebrate. It’s nearly,” she paused to check her phone, “4 o'clock now, why don’t we get ready to go for dinner somewhere?”

Briefly discussing where to eat, we agreed on a nice restaurant in the city, and ran off to get ready. We both take ages to get ready, so there was no rush.

We left the flat at 5, and managed to get a table at this restaurant which was rather busy tonight. Chrissy insisted on getting a glass of champagne each, so we both sipped our champagne while we ate.

That night when we got home, we were ever so slightly tipsy, but I had the best sleep ever.

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Monday morning rolled in, and I woke to my alarm at 7am feeling somewhat refreshed having gone to bed early. I groggily dragged myself out of bed and showered, yawning as I got dressed in my new clothes I had bought on Saturday and dried my hair. Applying some makeup, I made sure I looked good enough for an office but not too glam. Subtle glam. Yeah, that’s totally it.

Slipping on my court heels, I scribbled a note for Chrissy and slapped it onto the kitchen counter before checking the time; 8:15. I grabbed my bag and shoved my phone in it, checked my appearance once again, and set off outside. The cab I had booked the day before was waiting for me at the side of the road, and I jumped in and gave the driver my destination. I arrived at the large company building at 8:50, thankfully I was on time. By the time I got to my floor, it was 8:55, and I stepped out of the elevator only to see the woman who had interviewed me.

“Ah, Y/N! My name is Lexie Hardwell, call me Lexie. I’m in charge of this floor, so I’ll give you a tour and then you can get to work!” Lexie beamed at me making me feel much more relaxed.

The tour of the floor didn’t take long, and I was soon sat at my very own desk. During the lunch break I managed to chat with my new coworkers, who were thankfully very nice. The day passed surprisingly quickly and I was loving the new job, which consisted of sorting paperwork and doing online work with a bunch of figures.

“So, how was your first day?” Lisa, my new coworker, was chatting to me as we left the office and made our way to the elevator.

“It was great! I really enjoyed it, I’m so glad I get on with you guys as well,” I smiled at her as we waited to reach the ground floor.

“Oh, just WAIT till you meet the boss. His name’s Chris Evans, he owns the company. He is so dreamy,” she pretended to fan herself as she chatted away. “He’s tall, handsome, and his voice alone could make your knees weak. Trust me.”

I chuckled and told her I hadn’t, but I was now very intrigued. Hopefully soon I’ll meet the almighty Chris Evans.

As we walked through the lobby, in the corner of my eye I saw a familiar figure quickly approaching from my left. I nearly choked on air as I turned my head to look at him, only to see the sex god I shared the elevator with on the day of the interview. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he walked toward me like a freaking runway model and his eyes met mine, and he winked at me as he walked past me toward the lifts.

Lisa grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of the building and the evening sun hit me as we stood by the entrance.

“Girl, did you see him?!” She whispered loudly, “isn’t he so hot?!”

“Um, hell yeah! I’d have to be blind not to see how good looking he was,” I breathed out and looked through the glass door into the lobby, remembering those crystal blue eyes. “Who is he?”

“He- who is he?! It’s him. That, honey, was Mr Evans- our boss.”

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A/N

Legit just decided to write this because Chris is ultimate daddy and I love daddies lmao

Thanks for reading!

#chris Evans #captain america #cap #imagine #chris evans imagine #part one

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Love Bites - Chapter 1

Vampire!Chanyeol x Reader Genre: Vampire!Au, Fluff, Smut (in future chapters) Rating: G (M in future chapters) Summary: You learn that you have a hot neighbor but he’s not just an ordinary neighbor.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Masterlist

Many centuries ago vampires made themselves known to the human world. The vampires claimed endless victims to quench their bloodlust creating a war between the two kinds. The war lasted for decades as they were unable to reach an agreement to stop all the bloodshed. Eventually with the countless of casualties in the human race caused a standstill, vampires rampaged throughout countries seeking out blood. As the human race started to dwindle down, vampires found it hard to survive and began to attack cattle and other animals. Giving the human world to grow once more, the world became populated again though keeping their farms and animals alive proved difficult, but they were able to continue on as long as they were left alone from the vampires. There were still some vampires who still chose to go after humans being sick of living off animal blood but they were little in number and the vampires who chose to feed upon animals tend to take care of the ones who would attack humans. The good vampires tend to keep to themselves putting distance between them and the humans and so the humans grew accustomed to the idea of living among the vampires, though still in fear but continued on living their lives. As the years went on vampires and humans had formed a sort of treaty. One would be that a vampire could go to a hospital and receive bloodbags but only in small quantities as the doctors still needed blood to help those in need. The vampires were thankful for their generosity and took up the offer. There would also be humans who allowed themselves to be fed from. They could allow this only if they made sure not to take enough blood to kill the human. If a vampire ever broke their treaty, they would be sought out and killed, most of the vampires would never seek to break the treaty because they wanted to live. To this day this is how the two kinds coexisted.

Present day

You were well aware of vampires living in your world, your parents made sure to tell you all the various stories of them and the past. Although, you didn’t like hearing about the long history of the human and vampire war that went on for centuries it made you curious as to why you hadn’t ever came across a vampire not once in your young adult life.

You lived alone, working at a boring customer service call center to make ends meet. You blamed yourself for not ever figuring out what to do for a career and landed the job after searching for jobs online. Even though you hated the job it paid good money so you couldn’t complain really. Monday through Friday from noon to six you worked there. By the time you got off work the sky would be dark.

It was a Friday night as you made your way out of your cubicle, saying goodbye to a few of your co-workers and left the building to your car outside. It was a chilly night as you zipped up your coat and fished for your keys in your pocket once you got to your car. The keys jingled in your hand as you pressed the unlock button on the car key and opened your car door. For some reason you felt a cold chill making you shiver and you were sure it wasn’t just because of the weather. You felt as if you were being watched, glancing over your shoulder you could see nothing, shrugging to yourself you climbed in your car not wanting to wait around if there really was something out there. You started your car and went on your way home.

Upon arriving at your apartment, you could still feel like there were eyes on you but looking around the parking lot there was no one out there. Heaving out a relieved sigh you hurried into the apartment building. Your apartment was on the second floor so you made your way to the elevator. Stepping into it, you pressed the button that would take you to the second floor, the doors started to close but you heard a man with a deep voice calling from the other side, “Hold the door, please!” You quickly pressed the button that would open the doors of the elevator and then you saw a tall male come running into the elevator. You couldn’t take your eyes off the tall man once he was in the elevator with you. There was some distance between the two of you but the elevator wasn’t very wide. You tried not to stare but you couldn’t help it because you had never seen a man this gorgeous before. His hair was short and black swept to one side but you could still see his cute but large ears poking out, he had pretty dark brown almond shaped eyes and his skin unblemished and perfect looking. He couldn’t have been much older than you. He wore a black hoodie, dark blue jeans and nike sneakers. You wondered how he wasn’t cold.

He gasped, trying to catch his breath like he had been running a marathon. “Thanks,” he finally said after he calmed down. That voice, you couldn’t get over how deep and sexy it sounded, it made you blush thinking about it.

“No problem,” you answered quietly, trying to look anywhere else. Your eyes stared straightforward, the buttons that you pressed were lit up. Soon the elevator doors shut, leaving you two in silence and the jolt of it moving up to the next floor had you grip onto the bar next to you. You noticed he hadn’t pressed any of the other buttons to go up to another floor, did he live on the same floor as you? If he did, you were surprised you had never seen him before. It made you look over to him. He looked preoccupied, he held his cell phone in hand looking down at it. He must’ve felt his eyes on you because it made him look up at you. As your eyes met you quickly looked away blushing. The elevator ride seemed to take forever which didn’t make sense because it was just one floor up from the ground level.

“Do you live here?” His deep voice asked, making you look back over at him. Something about him and the way he looked at you made your heart race. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear your heart beats with how loud it seemed to be.

Oh god, this hot guy is talking to me. You swallowed. Don’t ignore him, just answer him.“Yes. What about you?” You asked. Good job, Y/N.

“Yeah, I moved here just recently.” He answered back, putting away his cell phone in his pocket.

How odd, you didn’t remember seeing any moving trucks but that could’ve been because you were at work and maybe he didn’t have many things. Not that it mattered, you thought. You couldn’t believe this hot guy lived on the same floor let alone the same building as you. You gave him a smile and said, “Oh, well welcome to the building.”

He flashed you a grin, showing his perfect straight, white teeth. “Thanks. I’m Chanyeol, by the way.” He brought out his hand towards yours for you to shake.

You tell him your name and put your hand out to his and grasped it to shake hands with him. You almost gasped at how cold his hand was against yours making you want to pull back but you didn’t do that in case that would make you seem rude and shook hands with him.

“That’s a pretty name,” he said. Letting your hand go and put his own hand into the pocket of his hoodie. The doors finally chose to swing open, signalling that you were now on the second floor.

Not really, you thought. You hated your name. But you thanked him for the compliment anyway.

“Ladies first,” he gestured you first to leave the elevator, waiting for you to make your move first out of the elevator.

“Thanks,” you moved your feet forward and got out. The long hallway in front of you seemed endless but you knew where yours was, right at the end of it. You wondered where his apartment was. You could hear his footsteps behind you and then the sound of the elevator doors closing. You turned your body around facing him. He was so tall compared to your short stature.

“Well it was nice meeting you,” he said giving you another smile.

You nodded. “Yes, nice to meet you too.” You began to walk down the long hallway away from Chanyeol. Rummaging through your pocket to get your door key, you could hear the footsteps behind you belonging to him. You were just several footsteps away from your door now but it was like you could still feel his gaze on you and you turned around. Your eyes fell on his figure, stopped in front of the door that was next to yours. No freaking way he’s my NEIGHBOR? You thought.

A smile was on his lips as he looked back at you. Keys in his hands, hand on the doorknob. He turned to you and said, “I guess I’ll see you around, neighbor.”

Your heart almost stopped right then and there when he said it, confirming your thoughts to be true. He was definitely your neighbor. You were too shocked to say anything back right away. You watched as he unlocked his door and twisted the knob to open it. He gave you a wink and disappeared inside his apartment and closed the door.

You stood there in the hallway in front of your door flabergasted that this beautiful man lived just right next door to you. You had thought that the apartment was vacant as you never hardly heard anything going on over there but most of the time when you came home from work you would take a quick shower, eat something and then fall asleep so you didn’t really have any idea that someone was really living there. You shook yourself from your thoughts and hurried to unlock your door and go inside.

You took off your shoes and turned on the lights to your dark apartment. It was a nice little apartment, had decent size bedroom with a bathroom. The kitchen wasn’t very big, not that you cared and the living room had just enough room to store all of your bookshelves along the walls. You flipped the kitchen light on to make some coffee. As you waited around for the coffee to brew you went over to the living room, turning the tv on to listen to the local news and relax.

Your mind wouldn’t stop drifting off to your hot neighbor though. Normally you kept to yourself in this building, you didn’t talk to anyone but suddenly you were really wanting to change that. It wouldn’t hurt to make a friend, you could always go ask to borrow some sugar or whatever. The scenerio played out in your mind making you laugh out loud at the thought of going over to Chanyeol’s apartment to borrow sugar. How lame are you?

The sound of the coffeepot beeping made you leave the couch to go get a cup of it and then you settled back down to listen to the news. The reporter came on after a commercial break and began reporting some crime that went on earlier in the evening about a vampire attacking a human.

“As many of you are aware of the treaty between us and the vampires, it is forbidden to take the life of a human. The police are looking for any suspects around the area and at the time that it happened, if you have any information please contact the authorities. In other news…” The reporter continued on with other reports.

Your cell phone began to ring and you fished through your pocket to answer the call. You could see the word Mom on the screen. You swiped to accept the call and pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello? Yes mom, I’m fine.” She began yapping in your ears about how she was worried for your safety, she hated that you decided to get place of your own. You don’t know how many times you’ve explained to her that you were an adult and needed to live away from her and your stepdad. You understood that it was a mothers concern for her child but she was overly protective that it got on your nerves. You had put a lot of distance between them and you because you were so sick of hearing her go on and on about how she wished that you still lived with her. However, your stepdad felt it was good that you were on your own, that created some issues between the two of them.

“I just got home from work like, five minutes ago. I’m watching the news, I heard another vampire attack.” Your mom went on to say that she wished you had a room mate or at least a boyfriend to look after you, it annoyed you to no end that she thought you couldn’t take care of yourself. “How many times do I have to tell you that I can take care of myself? I’m not a little girl anymore.” And then you sighed into the phone before saying the next thing, “I don’t need a man to save me.” You knew those words would shut her up. She finally gave up much to your relief and told you to just be careful. “I will. I’ll talk to you in a few days. Love you too, bye.” You groaned after hanging up.

It was nearly 6:30PM, your coffee mug was empty and you were starting to get tired. You still needed to eat dinner. You got up from the couch and decided to look for something simple to cook, rummaging through the freezer which was beginning to look a little empty, you made a mental note to stop by the store sometime tomorrow and popped a tv dinner into the microwave, your stomach gurgled as it cooked. You thought on just skipping a shower until tomorrow, that way you could just eat and then go straight to bed. The microwave beeped and you moved to get your chopsticks out and then your dinner from the microwave. You brought the dinner to the countertop and waited a minute or two for it to cool down before eating.

After you finish eating you wash off your chopsticks and put them up and return to the living room just to turn off the tv. You leave the living room after doing so and go into your bedroom to change into your pyjamas and go to bed. Climbing into your bed, you lie down and pull the blankets over you. Sleep comes easily and so do the dreams that involve your hot neighbor, Chanyeol.

In the dream, his arms embrace your frame as he leaves hot kisses on your lips and trail them down to your neck. He breathes in your scent and moans, sucking at your skin. Your fingers find his soft hair and thread through it. His mouth sucks harder at a spot that makes your knees go weak it has you moaning out his name. The next thing you feel though is little pin pricks in the same spot, there’s pain and pressure on the spots and it makes you gasp out. You can hear the sounds of him sucking your neck, the room is dark as you open your eyes. You feel your head hazy, like the room is sort of spinning. His mouth leaves your skin, you feel the cold air drying at the spots where his mouth was and his eyes find yours. Hs eyes were no longer their normal dark brown but now they were two burning dark red irises staring at you. “You’re mine now,” he says with his deep voice.

Those words wake you up and you’re staring into your dark bedroom. You gaze over to your clock to find the time. It was only 5:32AM. “Ugh,” you groaned wanting to just turn over and go back to sleep. But Chanyeol’s words repeat in your head over and over again. Why did he look that way and why did he say those things? Well it wasn’t as if you would go and ask Chanyeol why. There was no way you would be telling him that you were having dreams about him either. How embarrassing, you thought.

You rolled over, feeling your face warm at the thought of Chanyeol again. Closing your eyes, you begged sleep to come because there was no way you were getting up this early. Soon you found yourself drifting off.

You were dreaming again. That had to be it. You were walking down that same hallway back to your apartment when you saw him again. Only this time, it wasn’t just you and him. Instead he had someone pushed up against the door of his apartment. His face pressed into the neck of the stranger. The strangers eyes shut tightly, mouth open but no sound came from it. It looked oddly intimate.

You blinked at the scene before you. “Chan-Chanyeol?” You called out to him. He turned at the sound of your voice, his head pulling away from the strangers neck. He turned to face you and you gasped at his face. His mouth stained with blood, a trail of it down his chin. His dark red irises burned brightly. You could recall hearing your parents explain that vampires had different colored eyes very distinguishable, especially when they fed. He wasn’t a human, that much you knew now. You were living next door to a vampire.

You were woken up again, gasping this time. Your body felt hot, your bangs stuck against your sweaty forehead. You shoved the blankets off of you and climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. You checked the mirror, moving your hair off one side of your neck at the spot where Chanyeol’s mouth had been, there were no marks though. You knew they were both dreams. You didn’t know what to think from all this. They were just dreams, stop freaking out.

You sighed and left the bathroom. This time you decided to stay up and make some breakfast. You ate in front of the tv, watching the morning news and afterwards you went to take a shower. Having the weekend off meant that you could laze around your apartment. You still needed to go to the store sometime today but that could wait until later. You stayed inside most of the day and caught up with some of the dramas you had been neglecting since you worked during the weekdays and were too tired to watch after coming home at night.

The hours passed by and through the window you could tell the sun was about to set so you decided to get dressed to go to the store finally. After gathering the things you needed (phone, keys, grocery list) and putting on your coat you left your apartment. You passed by Chanyeol’s apartment, it was silent as ever in the hallway, you couldn’t even hear the sounds of a tv on. You climbed into the elevator and took it to the ground level to where your car was parked.

The store was busy with shoppers antsy to grab what they needed for whatever meals they’d be making for tonight’s dinner and to get home to their family. The long lines irritated you as you made your way to one of the check-outs with your full cart. Your thoughts wandered onto your neighbor again. You began to wonder what sorta food he shopped for. Then the flashback of the blood running down his chin made you shake your head. He’s not a vampire, not a vampire. You repeated in your head.

“Ahem, next please?” The cashier called out. You moved your cart foreward and began piling your food onto the conveyer belt. The cashier rang up everything and you paid for it. Thanking the lady when she told you to have a good night and left the store after putting away the groceries into your car.

What you hated the most about the apartment building was the trips back from the store, with loads of bags to carry up was annoying. You’d have to make several trips to and from your car to get everything out. Then putting away the groceries another thing you hated to do. You sighed after making the first trip to your apartment. Eyes gazing at Chanyeol’s door then walking to unlock yours.

You sat down the first bags of groceries and headed out to retrieve the last of them. You were startled when your eyes met Chanyeol, he was leaving from his apartment when he saw you leave yours. “Hey neighbor,” he said with a smile.

Oh god. Your heart pounded in your chest frantically. “H-hi,” you stammered out. Good going, you sound like you’re scared of him or something. You cringed thinking that.

In one hand was his keys, bringing it to lock his door. “Going somewhere?” He asked you after turning away from his door.

“I just got back from the store,” you told him. You looked at his appearance this time. Your eyes fell on his lips, no blood there. See he’s not a vampire! You thought. Then down at his clothings. He wore that same black hoodie though his shoes and pants were different this time.

“Ah, need some help with the groceries?” He offered.

You blinked up at him. He wants to help bring them up? That caught you off guard. Well he didn’t seem mean at all when you had met him. You didn’t want to be rude to him. So you decided to let him help you. The two of you made your way down from the elevator. “My cars over here,” you pointed at the little black four-door nissan that you drove. He followed you silently and you unlocked the cardoor. He opened one of the back doors where the rest of the bags were and picked up four in each hand. Holy crap this dude carry a lot, you thought. Leaving you with nothing to carry. It made you feel a little bad that he was doing all the work. “Um, I can carry some of those.” You began to say.

He just shook his head and said, “Nah it’s cool, I got them.” You didn’t argue with him and just locked your car back up. The two of you went back up the elevator, the two of you didn’t say anything. You reached your front door and unlocked it again. “You can just bring them in here,” you said letting him inside your house. You took off your shoes by the door and he followed you into the kitchen and sat them down on the counters.

He got a good look of the kitchen then at the living room. “Your apartment is nice, clean and tidy.” He commented.

“Thanks,” you muttered as you rummaged through the bags setting everything out. Then you remembered that he was going somewhere before he had offered to help you bring your bags in. You looked up at him, he stood near the opening of the kitchen where it lead into the living room. “Oh um, sorry if I have made you late.”

He tilted his head at you, looking confused by your words and then said, “Oh. Nah, it’s fine. I was just gonna go hang out with some friends of mine. They won’t care whether I’m late or if I come at all.” He shrugged. He wasn’t in any hurry it seemed. “Here let me help you put these away,” he walked towards you. Stopping at one of the counters, the milk was still out and needed to be put up so put it up in the fridge.

He asked where a couple other things went and you had opened up some of the cabinets where the things could be put away. You found it didn’t take as long with him helping. “So thanks for helping me,” you say to him, after everything was put up.

“No problem,” he smiled. The two of you stood in the kitchen, you felt a little awkward having this hot guy in your apartment. You couldn’t remember the last time you had ever had anyone over that was of the opposite sex.

“Um, so would you like something to drink? Or do you want to go hang out with your friends?” You offered, wondering if he would just choose to leave. The thought made you feel a little sad for some reason.

“Sure. Water is fine.” He answered. You fought the smile trying to appear on your lips. You got out two glasses and brought them to the sink to fill it up with water. You found your hands to be trembling when you held out the first glass towards Chanyeol. He took it gratefully and took a sip from it. “We could go sit down if you’d like.”

He followed you into the living room where you sat down on the couch, you sat on the farthest cushion to the left and he sat on the right of you. You were the first to sit your glass down in front of the coffee table in front of you. He took another drink of his before doing the same. The air around the two of you was awkward you desperately wished for it to go away.

He brought his hands up to his legs resting them there. He cleared his throat and looked over at you. “So have you lived here long?

How long had you lived there? You thought on it. It had been several years. “Yeah,” you nodded. “After I turned 18, had to get out of my parents house. They were driving me nuts.”

He chuckled. “I hear that. So how old are you?”

You told him your age and learned that he was actually two years younger than you. It almost made you laugh, you weren’t expecting him to be younger. Maybe it was his height that made you think he had been older than you. “Wow, I have to say I thought you were older.”

He frowned a little at that for some reason. “Oh, yeah I actually get that a lot.”

“Don’t worry about it. So tell me about yourself.” You were really interested to know about him.

He started with where he grew up, he wasn’t from the area. He loved music, he said he could play various instruments but he preferred playing guitar the most. He loved the color black. He liked animals but they didn’t really seem to like him much, he looked sad when he said that. You noticed he avoided talking about his family, you didn’t know why but it wasn’t your place to ask and so you didn’t. You hoped in time he would choose to tell you about them. He also avoided saying what his job was but he did say that he did work. It was then he started to ask questions about you.

You told him that you worked at a call center, taking calls during the weekdays and that it was boring but it paid well. You told him that you loved to read, hence all the bookshelves you had in the room. You enjoyed listening to music, watching tv and surfing the web in your spare time. You did tell him more about your family and where you grew up.

“So you’re not very close to your family then?” He had asked after you stated how annoying your parents were.

“I mean, they’re just really overly protective especially my mother. She’s a control freak. She didn’t like the idea of me moving out on my own. Always, vampires this, vampires that. Saying I need a room mate or a boyfriend to protect me.” You bit your lips to shut your mouth, perhaps you had said too much. He didn’t want to hear about your family issues. You gave him a puzzled look when he started to laugh. When he saw you looking at him like that, he stopped and straightened up looking more serious. “I mean that’s family right? Just worried about your wellbeing. I can see why they’re like that. But you’re also right too, you need your own place. As for the room mate or boyfriend situation, I don’t really know you but you seem like you can take care of yourself.”

You smiled because finally someone understood how you felt. “That’s exactly what I told my mom last night. She just doesn’t get it. But I think she thinks a man will make me feel more secure probably because she’s always felt that way with my stepdad and wants me to find someone who will make me feel that way.” You shrugged.

“Some women are like that,” he said.

“Yeah,” you nodded. You began to wonder what he thought about vampires. It would definitely switch up the conversation, away from this current discussion. Plus you thought it would put you at ease after having dealt with those crazy dreams involving him being one. “So what are your thoughts about the vampires?”

He was reaching out for his glass when you had asked, after hearing the v-word he paused. His hand barely grasping the glass, making his hand slip and brought it back to his lap forgetting about the glass. “W-what about them?” Why was he suddenly so nervous at the mention of them, you wondered.

“Do you think they’re really that dangerous for us humans to be around? I mean, I know there’s the ones who do attack us but I don’t know. Something about them, they’re so mysterious. It’s sorta scary but at the same time, intriging. I wonder if there are any nice ones who don’t mind to be around us.” You begin to say.

You were surprised he didn’t look at you like you were nuts. It was the first time you had ever spoke to anyone about the curiosity you had for the creatures. “I’m sure they’re not all bad.” He answered, plainly.

“That’s what I think but sadly, I’ve never met one. I wouldn’t know what to do if I did though. I don’t think I would scream just as long as they didn’t attack me. I think it would be cool to meet one.” You sigh.

Chanyeol cleared his voice and said, “Would you really not scream?” He studied your face to see if you were telling the truth. You found his expression unreadable.

“Well not if they attacked me. If they actually talked to me like a person then I wouldn’t have a reason to scream.”

He let out a sigh. “Then, I’ve got something to tell you.”

You blinked at him curiously. “What?”

“I’m not a human, Y/N. I’m a vampire.”

Your eyes widened when he said it. The dreams. No way, you thought.

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