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xythlia · 8 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓

kinktober week two | biting | vampire!satan x f!reader

What Goes Bump In The Night week two is here! The theater two showing is all about vampires, so when those fangs are bared make sure your necks are too~

› you're a caged bird, no hope of faith or flight to save you from the beast that holds you in an iron grip. But do you even want to be saved?

› warnings : ambiguous 18th century setting, biting, vampire au, blood/blood consumption, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, use of pet, sacrilege/religious themes, mention of killing, reader has hair long enough for it to get in their face, noncon, cervix fucking, creampie, choking

› word count : 3k+

🔪 what goes bump in the night?

The human mind possesses a remarkable ability to adapt.

You had quit marking time here long ago, it only served to drive you deeper into despair and slowly it became clear the only choice left was to make the best of being trapped in this rotted cathedral. So be it. Things became less horrid once that shifted inside you, he was kinder for one. Less bouts of intense rage although it wasn't perfectly remedied by your obedience and you suspected the real source of his rage was his own despair at knowing there was no solution for what he was. He also allowed you more freedom of movement, though only within this decrepit place.

You also suppose it makes sense he would choose this place to be a prison, for both of you. What you don't understand however, is his would be devotion to a being that did not create him nor hold any love for him.

"Leave me." Satan greeted you. His eyes never even moved to you, it almost made you feel miffed he couldn't even be bothered to properly rebuke you.

"I didn't even know you were here," you lied. He's always here. Always in the shadow of this altar when he's not slipping into your bedroom, attempting to find a much different form of salvation. This place was obviously once resplendent, but years of abandonment have reduced portions to rubble. This main part of the cathedral was nothing more than a half cracked maw, sucking in the freezing night air.

"I couldn't sleep," you muttered, maybe more to the neglected pews than to him.

You both knew you were lying, his acknowledgement coming in the form of a bland hmph. It was strange, you hated and reviled him especially when he would lurk into your room at night but something you couldn't really describe would rear it's head as an ache for him. You were now wholly dependent on him and you loathed him for it.

When those venomous eyes finally train on you it nearly makes you reconsider. Coming to him like this was a mistake, especially if you don't tred carefully-

"Maybe I should use you to sate my own desires," he cuts off your train of thought. "How wretched you are. You call me beast more times than I can count, yet you sulk into this place wanting to be bed by said beast." He sneered, tone shot full of mocking. You were caught out.

A pit opened in your stomach, but it wasn't unpleasant. No, it was a funny mixture of desire and disgust. He was right, though that would never pass your lips.

So you decide to lie again, even though you know he can practically taste the desire wafting from you, knew you were wet the moment you walked in.

"That's not what I want from you-"

"Then leave!" He practically snarls and you wish you had the nerve to strike him. He knows perfectly well you can't leave, could never leave. He tore you away in the night from all you ever had, all you ever knew and dropped you into this decaying church because try as he might he can never resist what he is.

Your own lips curl into a snarl. "You're nothing but a pathetic creature that would spend all of his eternity knelt for a god that deafens its ears to him."

You don't stop even as he rises to stand, every movement radiating aggression as he comes closer to you. You want to hurt him even a fraction of how badly he's hurt you, the ugliness of it twines together with your arousal, twin snakes squirming in your belly.

"You're pathetic. You know no god will ever look at you in joy so you capture women, cage them and break them so at least someone will gaze at you in sick adoration-"

The words die as a garbled sound of pain as his hand grips your throat, pushing you forcefully against a half rotted support beam. The position was oddly intimate, allowing you to smell the tang of the dust that had settled on him from spending hours in that repentant pose. That shameful arousal spiked inside your gut at the way he bared those fangs at you, the way he held you in place by your neck.

"Aren't you the one gazing in adoration, pet?"

The stone floor suddenly at your back was roughly fractured in sharp contours, horribly uncomfortable but it mattered not. You blinked away the start of tears in your eyes at the breathtaking sensation of being laid out flat, you always forgot about his strength when enough time passed but his small display of violence was thrilling to you in a vile way, so was the pain.

All of Satan's focus was zeroed on you as he hunched above your trembling body. The look on his face was dark, making your thighs squeeze together in a way you wish didn't happen. His flaxen hair was haloed by the cracks of moonlight from the crumbling ceiling,for a millisecond you swear he looked like one of those stained glass depictions of an angel.

"Please not here," you squeaked out.

"What? Are you afraid god will strike you down?" He asked, then whispered, "Do you really think he cares? He has yet to save you."

You swallowed thickly, noting how his eyes tracked the movement with their overblown pupils. This was a terrible idea, one you regretted now but it was too late. You'd poked the bear until claws came out and there's no asking for them to be retracted.

In the tense quiet he brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead, the act so gentle, so intimate it nearly made you forget that you were but a meal and a thing to fuck. The faint stench of old blood brought you back to reality, knowing it came from his hands.

So, his faux repentance was prompted by another killing. It always is.

That blood-crusted hand glided down the column of your throat, making you flinch. You could tell by the hardening of his eyes that it was the wrong involuntary action to have, but there was no taking it back. That hand dipped inside your neckline to trace the curve of a breast before stilling above your heart.

"You're always so afraid," he said. It sounded almost regretful. "You know I don't mean to hurt you?"

"I don't." You whimpered. Finally a portion of truth. For all his occasional nicety it always wound back around to pain. A pain you got used to, tolerated, even sought out such as tonight, but you could never ever be sure that he would never hurt you.

He laughed and it was a mad sound, ricocheting off the cold indifferent stone and making you flinch again.

"You're just as detestable as I am, do you know that? Skulking in, acting on your own shameful desires, pretending you're not. Pretending you don't enjoy this little dance we do." His speech was coming out hard, rapidly. "I could tear you into shreds, leave nothing but ichor and parts and there's nothing you could ever do to stop me."

It was sick, how delighted he looked as you shrank against the floor. Even now your defiant streak became prevalent.

"You won't kill me," but you hardly sounded sure.

"Would you like to test it?"

You clenched your jaw, staying silent, although your trembling worsened.

Before you realized it he was leaning back, icy hands moving down violently to rip at the linen trousers you wore and horror washed over you. Horror that this was no longer a scathing back and forth, and that this time he really might make good on killing you.

"What are you doing- stop!" You cried out in dread but his movements didn't falter, no matter how much you struggled against him pulling at the fabrics of your clothes until the seams tore, leaving your cunt bare to his gaze and your ass to the bite of the frozen stone floor.

You yelped in pain as he tugged you down, scraping your back against the stone and raised your legs up, propping them on his shoulders in a hardened grip. Terror kept you locked in place even when his hands disappeared, fumbling with his own waistband looking down you saw how erect he was in his hand. Thick and tip dripping precum as you feel him smear it between your folds, and you bite down hard on your lips in anticipation of fresh pain.

As he roughly guided himself inside you struggled anew, crying out from the unprepared stretching as his girth forced your muscles and slick walls to part. Something like lust overcame you as you felt him fit fully inside, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix. It made you go limp, a gasped sob rising from your chest as he pushed your legs up against your breasts before forcefully placing your hands to hold the backs of your thighs.

His movements started slow, his breathing ragged feeling you clench around him. When he started thrusting with more vigor the back of your head scraped painfully against the floor, making you yelp as cool tears pooled in the shell of your ears from sliding down your cheeks. It hurt, the way it always did and brought a dull pounding pain that flowed through your entire body.

It was raw, being fucked into jagged stone with no consideration from the man sucking and nipping at your skin. A mockery of intimacy, but in a repulsive way it sustained you. Feeling his balls smack against the fat of your ass, gasping his name in broken syllables, feeling his fingers slip down to prod at your clit; it guaranteed your survival.

As you shift to wrap your arms around his neck an aggressive sound leaves him. All the pain made your back arch, trying to escape the ground while at the same time providing him a deeper reach that brought a burst of ecstasy to you. Pain and pleasure intensely mixed and muddled your mind as your body jostled with his cruel pace. Whatever pain there was would be rewarded, there was solace in that.

With no space between you that scent of iron and rot returned, pairing with the smell of your own acrid sweat and his golden hair tickled your cheek as he bit down with intent this time.

The wail that rang against the unfeeling cathedral left you unbidden, an animalistic response to the searing, nearly blinding pain of teeth sinking into your flesh. Sobs left you in ripping spurts, your nails clawing at his back but it did little to stop him. His pace never broke, if anything the way he circled your clit only picked up speed and your cunt spasmed around him.

It was strangely beautiful, feeling yourself coming undone and slipping away as your eyes never left the gap of starlight breaking through the musty darkness from the vaulted ceiling. The pain was ebbing away too, like a hazy afterimage that you couldn't hold onto. Faintly you knew the wet warmth seeping against your skin was your own blood, he always is a sloppy eater after all. It makes you crack a small smile, and distantly you know you look insane: fucked out, bloody, yet smiling up to the sky while he doesn't stop pumping into you, doesn't stop sucking and grunting against your skin. A barbaric display beneath the unsympathetic eye of the moon.

Though there is a happiness in knowing the dance ended the way it always does. That tomorrow you'll wake up, sore and feeling sick, but alive still.

As your eyes flutter closed and you go limp in his hold something shifts, though you're no longer awake to catch it. To him this suffering of eternal existence would perhaps be lessened if you were also eternally present, and without your current fragility.

Thick spurts of cum flood your throbbing cunt with his last sloppy thrusts as he keeps drinking, past his fill and past the point of no return. You'll wake much, much later as little more than a fledgling beast with base instincts but it thrills him to think of your anguish once you regain a sense of self.

Whatever poison you spit at him as a human would pale in comparison to what will surely leave your mouth once you realize what he's done to you. But snapping that iron will of yours a second time will taste even sweeter than you do at this moment.

#kinktober 2023 #🔪 WGBITN #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me x female reader #obey me oneshot #obey me satan #om! smut #om! satan #satan smut #satan x reader #satan x mc #obey me x y/n

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cascowriteswords · 7 months

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bite me

Clarke should have seen this coming. The signs have been there all along.

“There is such thing as too much garlic, Clarke.”

“The sun is hurting my eyes.”

“My skin is sensitive, Clarke, I can only wear gold or medical grade titanium.”

“This is the skin of a killer, Clarke.”

Okay, maybe not that last one.

But still, the signs were all there, all these years. It was only her own naivety that prevented her from predicting this earlier on.

“So, vampire, hm?” she hums as Lexa jogs down the stairs, velvety black collar popped up around the slender column of her neck, coattails flowing behind her. “I didn’t peg you for team Edward.”

“I’m not,” Lexa answers smoothly, pecking Clarke’s cheek as she takes the mug of coffee held out toward her, leaving a black outline of her lips in their wake. “Party City was fresh out of werewolf costumes. But I’m not team Jacob, I’m team Seth - the only good character.”

“I see,” Clarke says coyly. “Remember when I said you should pick out a costume a few weeks ago? Instead of the night before Halloween?”

Lexa is buzzing around the kitchen, spreading avocado onto her toast and grabbing pickled onions from the fridge. It’s an ironically vegetarian breakfast for someone with painted-on blood dribbling from the corners of her mouth. “Are you saying you think the kids won’t like my costume, Clarke?”

Working as a physical therapist in an outpatient pediatric clinic means going all out for Halloween isn’t optional. Lexa’s kiddos would be so disappointed if their favorite clinician wasn’t dressed up, and getting 3 year olds to focus on PT is hard enough on a normal day. She has all sorts of spooky themed games and obstacle courses planned for the day.

“Of course not, they’ll love it. They love you.”

“I love you,” Lexa quickly says, eyes flicking up to meet Clarke’s in a way that somehow still makes her stomach swoop even 3 years in.

“I love you,” Clarke answers, grinning affectionately at her sweet golden retriever girlfriend as she eats her toast in full vampire garb as their tiny bistro table. “Are you going to ask what I think about your costume?”

Lexa quirks a brow inquisitively, peering at Clarke over the top of her mug as she takes a sip of coffee. “What do you think of my costume, love?”

Clarke moves away from the counter she’d been leaning against and prowls forward, as if she’s the one dressed as a lethal predator instead of Lexa, intently focused on her target. When she reaches the table she rests one hand on its edge and the other on the back of Lexa’s chair, caging her in. “I think,” she says, ducking down to press her lips to the hinge of Lexa’s jaw which earns her a lovely, pretty breathy sound from her girlfriend, “You might be the one dressed as a vampire, but I’m going to be eating you tonight.” Lexa swallows thickly and Clarke grins; nips at her neck, feels the pulse fluttering beneath her tongue as it laves over the skin there.

When she leans back Lexa’s eyes follow her, pupils a bit wider and darker than they were just a moment ago which suits her costume quite nicely. Clarke reaches out and runs a thumb along Lexa’s bottom lip, cleaning up the edge of her black lipstick. “I’m going back to bed for a little while,” she tells Lexa. “Have a great day at work, honey. And happy Halloween.”

“Clarke,” Lexa whines. “How am I meant to focus at all today now.”

“You’re a highly intelligent and cunning immortal being, you’ll figure something out.”

She skitters up the stairs smugly, already knowing how tightly wound Lexa will be when she returns home in 9 hours.

Already more than a little excited to unwind her.

#my measly offering for clextober 2023 #clextober23 #clexa #happy halloween!

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vase-of-lilies · 9 months

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❀ Pairing: Dark!Vampire!Wanda x Vampire Hunter!Reader(F) (Some Wolf!Bucky x Reader x Wanda)

❀ Warnings: Non-con, dubcon, violence, vampire-esque content, dark!Wanda (she’s a warning…), blood and gore, draining of a body, biting for sexual stimulation, overstimulation, fingering, violence, swearing, use of a dagger, knife play, forced to strip, getting bitten by a vampire but not turning into one, bondage (restraints from ceiling), a punishment, pet names (Sweetheart, little one, etc.), slight somnophilia, spanking, and more!

❀ This is my second entry for @eloquentreverie ’s dusk till dawn challenge! The sentence I chose is:

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

❀ Disclaimer and Authors Note: The pictures only represent aesthetics and themes. There is no certain skin color, body type, ethnicity, or description other than Y/n and “you”. The pictures go to their rightful owners on Pinterest, and the comic-style pictures belong to the beautiful artist Jenifer Prince.

❀ I hope you like this addition to the collection of Creatures and Foreigners! I would die and be resurrected for vampire!wanda. Literally. This is a re-write, since the original was in 3 parts. To keep this organized, I just made it one post!!

It was time… It was time to catch the creature that was terrorizing the beautiful village you live in. Yorkshire is where you are from, where your beautiful home stands. It's a small cottage with a perfect view of the mountains gracing the East, the sunrises your favorite part of the day. When the sun sets in the west, it's when everyone locks their doors with iron chains, keeps a wooden stake by their beds, a garlic circle around their homes, and prays to the [whichever you believe in] and hopes they survive the night.

You finally had the will to change this. To help the people you love feel a little safer at night who were terrified of the vampire who lived in the castle on the South Hill. The dark bricks and stones towered over the town, casting a large shadow over everyone at dusk. That shadow was the sign that it was time to prepare for the worst, for the creatures of the night to begin hunting for their midnight snacks. And lastly, for the vampire to find her next source of blood.

For Wanda, she always loved human blood but never complained with cow, or sheep blood. It was the blood of a fighting soul that tasted best to her. There was something so satisfying watching the life drain from someone’s eyes once their body is empty of their blood. However, whether it was a man or a woman, she loved to torture them before she killed them. She would keep them locked up for days, weeks even, and keep them on their toes. She would feed them one day, and then break their legs the next. She was a storm that you never want to be stuck in the middle of.

Packing your sash full of what you need was not a challenge at all. Each piece of equipment had a slot that it belonged to. One for your wooden sword, a small chain of iron links, garlic garland, iron cross bow, and last but not least your gun with the solid iron pellets ready to kill any vampire you see. It was not very heavy as one would think, having it around your shoulders made it very easy to access everything as well as keeping it light for you to carry around the woods.

Wanda, being one of the only vampires in Yorkshire, knew she was being hunted. She could sense the tension coming closer to her castle every step you took down the newly stoned and paved pathway. She could smell your villager blood from miles away. It was a scent she could decipher in a split second. Cow blood smelled cold, almost like a winter morning. But human blood smelled like the moon had created it, making it much more appetizing than a mere animal.

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You could see the dark bricks of the castle from a far, your wooden sword drawn and ready to strike anything in its path. The forest became silent, indicating a predator was near and hungry. Leaves were heard crunching under fast footsteps coming closer and closer by the second. Your head whipped from right to left, not knowing where these footsteps were exactly.

“Show yourself creature!” You shouted into the darkness of the forest.

“Who are you?” A dark voice echoed in your surroundings, not pointing in a certain direction.

Not shying from her, you answer honestly. “Y/n, of Yorkshire.”

She chuckles, “Ah, so townsfolk, hm?” She watches from behind a tree as you struggle to find where her voice is coming from. She senses your fear, so to make matters worse she drags her nails against the trees creating an ear-splitting noise, making you drop your weapon and cover your ears.

“Ah!!” You shout in pain. As you pull your hands from your ears your skin is coated in the sticky, crimson liquid. “Your time has come, y-you evil creature!”

Wanda chuckles at your struggle, “My time will never come… but yours have.”

Your brows furrow and you reach for your iron bar. You smirk as you hear the hissing of the vampire, her power of sounding everywhere fading significantly, pointing in the direction of where she could be. “Don’t fucking come near me!” She growls, hiding behind another tree.

“Oh, so I found your weakness…”

She whimpers in response, “Don’t t-touch me!” Lighting your lantern, your eyes catch movement, and you grab the chainlink and throw it to where you see her.

“Aha! Finally!” You walk over to her, smirking at her as she falls to the ground. “You are going to grant me a fortune…” You say darkly, looking at her with false pity in your eyes. Around you, a growling catches you off guard. Looking around, you don’t see anything immediately, but what Wanda says churns your stomach.

“Y-your in t-tr-trouble.” She stutters, moving away from you slightly. Wanda smirks and you jump back in fear as a large black wolf shields the vampire. Grabbing your dagger, you lunge forward with no fear.

“She’s mine!” You growl, slashing the wolfs shoulder making him whimper but he pushes through and pounces on you, biting your leg and ripping a chunk of skin off. You scream in pain, and scamper back as He rips the chains off of Wandas body.

The last weapon you grab is your gun. You cock it back and point it at both the vampire and the wolf. “Stay back!” A whimper leaves your throat as you scoot back again, your leg dragging against the damp and cold soil below you.

Wanda glares at you her eyes turning red and a red light appearing at her hands. Before you can pull the trigger, she flings the gun from your hands and your head follows it. Like lightning, your sash of tools was cut from your body and you were flung over Wandas shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Your arms and uninjured leg flail as you fight against the strong grip of Wandas arms around you, and as you look down from over her shoulder you see the wolf looking up at you smugly. He was with her all along, he wasn’t trying to take her too… You sighed and continued to struggle, all the way to the castle, down two flights of stairs, and through a door to a dungeon full of cells. She throws you onto a dingy cot in the corner of a cell, cuffs your wrists with metal cuffs that don’t hurt her, and leaned against the bars.

“Let me go you monster!!” You pull the chains connected to the wall hoping to break them. But to no avail were you able to get out of the rings that locked your wrists.

“Not happening.” Wanda states, staring at you from the edge of the cell. She looks at your leg and her hands turn red once again. You were scared as you felt the tingle in your leg, watching in awe as the chuck of skin missing from your leg was miraculously healed with only a few scars. It was just like the townsfolk said, she will torture you one day, and heal you the next. Making you unaware of what is going to happen next.

You growl and shout at her. “What do you want from me??” You look up at her, tugging and pulling against the chains again.

A hard slap across your face shuts you up, and you fall against the cot in surprise. You feel the hand shaped sting and a bruise already starting to form from how hard she hit you. “You tried to kill me and wanted to kill my baby!” She rubs soft circles against the wolfs slick black fur, and he whines softly as she grazes over the cut on his shoulder.

You look at the wolf who is now eye level with me and you glare as you see your blood staining his teeth. “F-fuck you.” You whisper at him, scooting back as you feel blood dripping from your nose, the act of the slap causing trauma to your nose as well.

“Oh don’t listen to her baby,” Wanda says calmly as she kneels next to the wolf beside her. “You’re such a good boy.” She smiles as he lets out a happy ‘arf’ and you roll your eyes at them.

“He’s a dumb dog.” You scoff, leaning against the cool brick wall as you hold a piece of your dress against your nose. To your surprise she slaps you again, making you whimper once again.

“He’s not just a dumb dog!” She shouts, outraged at your utter disrespect towards her loyal friend. As she was about to lunge at you, a gust of wind blows against your body and you look up to see a greek god of a man, who was formerly the wolf. You yelp in astonishment, never thinking that a werwolf and a vampire would ever be on the same team.

“Mistress, she’s not worth it.” The man says, holding Wanda by her hips as she tries to scratch and punch at you. You scoot impossibly further from them, and you see Wanda visibly relax as the man holds her hips in his hands.

“Bucky, she hurt you… she has to pay.” She whispers, ghosting her fingers over the wound on his shoulder.

He only chuckles and cups her cheek. “Hey, it’s ok… it’ll heal up in no time. She’s weak, it barely hurt.” He kisses her lips, and gently runs his fingers through her hair. You growl and you look away from them, telling yourself internally that you are strong and that you almost had the vampire until the stupid dog showed up.

She only sighs, staring up at him. “Such a good boy, protecting your mistress…” You mute them in your head as you look around, trying to find any way of escape. Pulling against the chains keeping you locked to the wall was not an option anymore, and fighting was practically useless against either monsters. Maybe it would be a good idea to cooperate. NO! No, don’t fall for her enchantment. She is evil.

As Wanda sends a final slap to Buckys ass, he leaves the cell and you jump at the door slamming. It was when you were alone with Wanda that your fear really kicked in. “Hmm… look at you all scared.” She saunters over to you, a sadistic smile pulling at her lips. Chills are sent up your spine and a shiver shortly follows. You are vigorously pulling at the chains, whimpering every inch she comes closer to you.

She sits down on the cot next to you, grabbing your newly healed leg and digging her finger nails into the sensitive skin. “Ah!! St-stop! Stop!” You sob, trying to push her away with all your might. She doesn’t budge and chuckles.

“Now why would I do that?” She raises her brows at your reaction, smiling as you writhe against her, your whimpers music to her ears. She is arouse by your writhing and she digs her nails even deeper, tears free-falling down your cheeks. She ignores your pleas, shaking her head in disappointment. “You hurt my love. I certainly won’t stand for that.”

You turn your head, your teary eyes focusing on the lines of the bricks stacked around you in your small cell, trying to ignore the pain in your leg. “What d-do you want f-from me?” You ask in a shaky voice, trembling under Wandas touch. You are confused as you feel warmth on your leg where her fingers had drawn blood.

“You taste so fucking good…” She whispers. You furrow your brows and you realize she had tasted your blood. You pull at the chains, managing to kick her away from you as you struggle. She growls, having none of what you are giving her. She pounces on top of you, making you groan in pain. “Be grateful I didn’t kill you!”

A pained whimper makes you resent her even more, so you gather spit in your mouth and spew it onto Wandas face. She wipes the spit away in disgust and smacks you across the face again, much harder this time. Your vision becomes blurry and your head feels like it is in a daze. “Please, l-let m-me go,” You stutter, whimpering as you feel helpless looking up at her from your position below her.

She ignores you and she runs her nose against your neck and to your ear “No,” she whispers, her fangs barely grazing your neck. With a smirk, she closes her jaw, puncturing your skin with her teeth. You scream in pain, your back arching against her as you struggle underneath her.

It takes everything for Wanda to not drain you, so she pulls back reluctantly. “Shit, you taste like heaven,” she moans at the taste of your blood, smiling as she licks up the puncture wounds adorning your neck. “Mmm, you look better like this…” She says, looking at your writhing and twitching body on the cot. She bites her lip, her pussy starting to form a slick spot on her under garments. Her smirk scares you, and you stare at the ceiling trying to pull at the chains but failing miserably.

“Please, n-n-no mo-more,” you curl against yourself, trying to hide your vulnerable form from your captor. She smacks your thigh, making you turn around on your back again. She chuckles darkly and bites her lip once again.

“Look at you…” She says, not pitying you one ounce. It takes much strength to try and sit up, but you manage to do so with a lot of pain. Bowing your head into her lap, you beg her to make the pain stop.

“Please! Pl-please it hurts s-so b-b-bad!” The bite pulses in pain, my blood pumping to try and close the wound. Sobs and whimpers make your body shake, and Wanda takes notice to her puncture wound on your neck. She sighs and begins to heal it, gently lifting you up.

“It’s ok…” She says, rubbing small circles on your back as she lays you down on the pillow at the top of the cot. You quietly thank her as you feel the wounds on your neck close, the pain ceasing completely.

“Why are you keeping me here?” You ask in a raspy voice, confused as to why she hasn’t killed you yet. She looks at you with a tilt of her head, thinking as to why she is keeping you. She smiles to herself and comes to a conclusion.

“Because I like you. I don’t like that you hurt my baby, but I do like you.” You shook your head. Because she liked you? What is that supposed to mean? Not wanting to be on her bad side, you take the time to apologize.

“I-im sorry I hurt him. I was trying to make my town finally proud of me.” You sigh softly, scooting away from her and pulling at the chains again.

“It’s ok sweetheart, you’re safe with me.” She whispers.

“Dont you understand that Im scared of you?” You whimper, “Y-you bit me, a-and hurt me,” Your eyes meet hers, your confusion making you angry. “What is my purpose? A-am I just a toy? What am I?” You ask her, salty tears rolling in beads down your cheeks. She sighs and wipes the tears from your skin, giving you a soft kiss on the nose, ignoring your questions.

“You’ll get used to me, I promise.” She smiles and pulls away.

Your eyes narrow, as she stands up, leaving you. “What am I? Pl-please tell me!” You ask desperately, standing up with her but only making it so far until the chains pull you back.

“Ill see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” Wanda says with a soft smile on her lips, closing the cell door and locking it. She makes her way up the stairs, ignoring your screams and profanities as she locks the dungeon door behind her and hanging the keys on the hook right next to it.

When the sun rose the next morning, you waited anxiously for Wanda to come back down. Maybe she forgot about you, or doesn’t want to deal with you. What you dreaded most was the fact she may use you as a human blood bag and kill you. You didn’t fear death, you feared the feeling of your blood draining slowly from your body. The blood bubbling at every bite she leaves on you. The fear blocked the fact that it was morning, and she was most likely asleep in the darkness of her chambers above you.

As you waited, you too fell asleep, dreaming of a place where you would rather be. Safe and in your best friends presence. “Steve… I miss you so much,” You whisper before fully dozing off. Deep in sleep, you don’t hear the metal cell door open and Wandas soft footsteps enter the room. You were too focused on staying warm in your shivering state.

Wanda took note of your cold and shaking body, so she waved her hand and a soft, furry blanket appeared around your body. She smiled as you cuddled into the soft material and watched you sleep for a moment. Falling out of her staring trance, she sits down on the cot next to you. She gently rubs your back whispering, “Sweetheart? Sweetheart, wake up.” Instinctively you lean into the soft hand against your back, but the memories bombard their way back into your head making you sit straight up and scoot all the way back.

You stared at Wanda with wide eyes, scared of her further intentions. You are confused as she hands you a bowl of cut up fruit and vegetables, curious as to where she got this food. “Here you go, eat up.” You furrow your brows and look down at the fruit, picking at it. Fishing for some type of sign of poison. Wanda just chuckles and leans against her hand as she watches you. “I promise, its not poisoned. You need to eat, especially after I drank some of your blood yesterday.”

Exhaling the breath you were not aware you were holding, you pick up a ruby, red strawberry. Ripe and firm to the touch. You close your eyes and let out a satisfied hum as you take a bite, the sweet tasting strawberry surrounding your tongue with glorious flavor.

Wanda moves closer to you, sitting right next to you as you eat. She nuzzles her nose against your neck where two little fang marks sit proudly. You don’t take notice of her fully, the delicious fruit distracting you from Wandas intrusions, even lifting your head up in response. She hums a small chuckle and kisses your cheek, “You are so beautiful, little one. So beautiful.” Freezing your chewing, you swallow and look up at her in slight surprise, her comment catching you off guard.

Butterflies flutter in your belly at the closeness between the two of you, her warm breath against your lips and chin. “Do you really think so?” You whisper, not believing what she is saying at first.

She nods, “I do, you’re so pretty…” She whispers back, kissing the soft skin of your neck. “And you smell so good, little one.” She hums as her nose moves up your neck, her lips pressing soft kisses in between soft sniffs. The gentleness of her gestures makes you drop the glass bowl in your hands, causing it to shatter against the stone floor.

Both you and Wanda jump and she pulls away quickly. “Damnit, I can’t get many bowls or plates these days.” She murmurs, starting to collect the broken shards.

“I-im sorry, I-it slipped,” You stutter, kneeling down to help pick up the shards too. You were too quick with the glass, cutting your finger in the process making you pull back with a wince. A small amount of blood oozes from the small cut and Wanda freezes, her pupils blown full at the smell of the exposed blood.

She holds back, grabbing a small cloth from her dress and hands it to you, “Here.” She says curtly, but she is stopped. She tilts her head as you hold your hand out.

“I can see how much you want it,” You say softly, wincing as she gently holds your hand in hers.

“Are you sure?” She asks hesitantly, softly moaning at the smell as she gets closer. You nod and she brings your finger to her lips, licking the wound and emitting a low hum at the taste. Her eyes close and you look at her curiously. She is in a euphoric state, she is vulnerable and not paying attention when she is drinking your blood. Slowly you begin to become dizzy, the amount of blood coming from your finger increasing by the second.

Before you can warn her, you fall against the mattress, fully losing consciousness at the loss of blood. Wanda sighs, laying down beside you on the bed. “It’s ok, I got you…” She whispers, her hand roaming the front of your body softly. Her hands cup your breasts, her finger grazing your pebbling nipple from under the fabric of your dress. Wanting to feel more, she unties the twine keeping the leather vest of your dress on and she smiles as it comes loose, your breasts showing themselves under the thin tunic.

She reaches down your tunic, rubbing your bud softly between her fingers. Her lips kiss your neck, moving slowly down to your slightly exposed back. You feel her as you sleep, but you can’t comprehend anything to stop her. A small whimper exits your mouth and she pulls away for a moment, waiting for you to settle down again. Once your breathing is even, she explores further, lifting your shirt from your tucked in skirt.

Her hand smoothes over your belly and just over the waist band of your undergarments, pushing under the fabric and to your soft curls underneath. She smiles as she buries her face in your neck, her fingers softly opening your petals and gently running her fingers over your slit. As she holds your folds open, she rubs circles over your clit, making you moan quietly in your sleep.

As she pleasures you, she bites your neck softly only sucking a small amount of blood this time. Your gasp makes her smile around the wound on your neck and it makes her want even more of you. Her finger moves faster around your sensitive bud, your back arching against her front. Your legs open even more as you lay your head back against her.

As she moves even faster, a strong and mind numbing orgasm washes over you, pushing you over the edge. Your legs shake in your sleep, and Wanda smirks as she removes her fingers from your undergarments. She brings her fingers to her mouth and hums in delight. “Absolutely delicious, my love.” She whispers in your ear, smirking as your breaths calm down from pants, to a normal rhythm again. Her hand moves to your breasts again, just holding the soft flesh in her hand and palming against them.

She sighs as she senses you waking up, and makes sure everything is back in order; your shirt tucked into your skirt, tunic back in place, and laces on your leather vest tied with a bow at the top. Sitting up, she frowns at the raw skin and dried blood from around your wrists and unlocks the cuffs. She wraps her hands around the raw flesh and heals them in an instant, kissing them softly.

She has hope that when the sun sets and the moon rises, you will no longer be in pain. “Mm, such a beautiful girl…” She whispers before she leaves the cell for the night, not thinking twice of the unlocked chains and completely forgetting to lock the cell and dungeon doors.

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You were only asleep for a small amount of time, waking up without Wanda anywhere to be seen. You sigh and sit up, feeling quite odd in your lower regions. However, the lack of metal around your wrists made every other thought disappear. Being able to walk around the cell felt nice, but your curiosity took you further. Right to the door. As you pushed, you were even more astonished as it opened.

Pushing your luck even further, you walk up the spiral staircase to the door of the dungeon. With a gentle nudge, it squeaks open to reveal a large corridor, torches lit on each wall and blood red curtains hanging from each tall window. You were trapped and you were finally free, but the first thought you had was, ‘Where is Wanda?’

You wandered through the hallways, finding your way to the great hall, you come across a grand staircase. Alining the stairs was beautiful red and gold carpet and above it was a dark and spider web-covered, crystal chandelier. It shimmered as the fired torches flickered around the hall. You start to make your way upstairs, and as you walked down yet another hallway, you are stopped by a growl behind you and a searing pain in your leg.

You instantly scream in agony, struggling against the iron jaws of the werwolf. He didn’t let up, even after hitting his head as he dragged you down the hall and to a bed room. Wandas bed room. Your eyes widen and you dig your nails into the carpet, only resulting in bleeding fingers. As you entered her room, you look up in fear as the woman towers over you.

“Well, what do we have here?” Wanda tuts, looking down at you.

You sob loudly as the wolf digs his teeth into your freshly healed leg. You yelp and you look up at her, “I- I wasn’t going t-to es-escape! I wa-wa- AHHH!” The wolf bites down even harder and you try your best to hit him, but it doesn’t phase him.

“Buck, stand down…” She says, calling off the dog. She grabs you harshly by your shirt and drags you to her bed, throwing you on the mattress. “Don’t lie to me!” She growls, glaring at you as you push yourself away from her, scooting to the top of the bed.

At this point you weigh out your options: One, you try to escape and get killed by Wanda, “Buck” the dog, or your village when you get back with no vampire. Or two, you stay here and get food, possibly a lover, and a pet dog. The latter sounded more than enjoyable and you break saying, “I- I promise! Th- the chains we-were off me wh-wh-when I woke up! P-please! I- I don't want t-to leave!”

“Are you sure?” She asks with a growl, crawling towards you with a scowl on her face. “If you’re lying, I’ll feed you to him…” She says, pointing to Bucky who falsely lunges at you just to scare you. As you jump back from him, Wanda only chuckles.

“I-I’m not lying! Y-you’re so kind, a-and fed m-me!” You try, and Wanda sits down across from you on the bed. She grabs your ankle and pulls you to her. Her hands glow a bright red and the pain subsides from your leg again. You sigh in relief, hoping that she will forgive you.

As she looks at you, she shakes her head and sighs softly. “I believe you, but there will be consequences.”

Letting out a breath, you nod in understanding. “Y-yes I understand, please forgive me, i-it won’t ever happen again.” You sob, following her gentle movements as she pulls you to her arms. Your head falls onto her chest and she comforts you as you calm down.

“I forgive you, little one,” She whispers, kissing your head softly and tickling the skin of your arm. “Now let’s go, I need to punish you.” She says, sitting up. Suddenly cold as ice again. Her bipolar emotions confuse you, just like the village said, she keeps you on your toes.

She hardly grabs your wrist and pulls you down the flights of stairs to the dungeon again. You swiftly follow her, trying to keep up with her fast walking pace. Once in the dungeon, she pulls you to a different portion of the room, one full of many torture devices now considered controversial to use. You freeze as you take in the new surroundings and you jump as the bars slam closed and lock behind you.

Wanda steps into the far wall of the room and grabs her tools she desires: Rope and a wooden paddle. You stared in horror at the tools as she lays them down on the table next to a long chain connected to the ceiling. From a hidden sheath on the side of her thigh, she pulls out a sharp dagger, pointing it at you.

She stalks towards you, holding the knife at the height of your neck. Backing up, you whimper as your back hits the cold, metal bars, Wanda then putting the tip of the blade against your neck. “Strip.” She says, pulling away from you. Frozen in fear, you don’t account for her command and you stare at her. To make you cooperate, she sends a glowing ball of energy towards you making you duck in response.

“Im going to repeat myself, and you better listen this time…” She says in a dark voice, only warning you once. “Now, Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

Swallowing your pride, you obey her. Untying the twine holding your vest over your torso, untucking your tunic from your skirt, pulling the string from around the back, and finally the removing of it all. Wanda was in fact a very patient women, and she made that clear. She growls at your speed and makes her hand light up with energy again. “Slower…” She says. Once again, you obey.

One piece of clothing after another, no less than four (4) seconds between each. Finally, you were down to your brazier and pantyhose. Wanda watches at you, a sadistic smile on her face as she saunters towards you with the dagger in hand. She grabs your wrist and pulls you to the middle of the floor. Of course you struggled. Wanda was angry, and you had only seen a sliver of it.

“Good girl… hold your wrists together.” She says, holding the dagger to your neck again. You felt immense fear as you held them together, and sucked in a breath as a tendril of red energy wraps its way around the dagger keeping it against your neck. Wanda moves around you, grabbing the rope from the wooden cart settled near by. She comes to your front again and begins to wrap a few rings of rope around your wrists. Circle by circle of rope, you were rendered unable to move your hands anywhere, only your arms could move up and down.

You whimpered as Wanda wrapped a heavy padlock around the middle of the rope and easily pulled your arms up to the hook hanging above you. She steps away, taking the dagger with her and moves to the far wall. Using her strength, she pulls the chains connected to the ceiling up higher than it was before, pulling you up with them. You arms pulled against your body and when she finished locking the chains in place, you could barely graze the floor with your toes.

Whimpers left your mouth and you could’t hide the fear anymore. Salty tears fell down your cheeks and landed on your chest and the floor. With false pity, Wanda pouted her lip. “Aw, don’t cry little one… It will only hurt a little.” Her voice was full of lies, and you knew this pain would be excruciating.

Tears fell down your cheeks, but Wanda paid no attention to your emotions, only your reactions to the sensations she was going to give you. In an instant, she had cut through the thin material of your brazier leaving your breasts exposed to her. She smiles and leans down, kissing the ample skin of your right breast. Your nipples harden in the cold atmosphere of the room, Wandas mouth and hand going straight to them. She rubs, licks, sucks, rolls, and pleasures your buds, pushing a burning desire in your lower belly. She could sense this and smirks as she runs the knife down your torso.

She turns the knife against your stomach, tilting it and smirking at the small bit of blood pooling at the surface of the small cut. “Mm, I can smell you… my god you smell so fucking good, little one.” She smiles against your breast and kisses along your belly all the way to the small cut just above your belly button. As her lips encase the wound, she moans in delight at the taste of your blood. Her sharp fangs graze against your skin and she nips as she moves lower.

Her dagger is now in the waist band of your underwear, teasing the fabric, slowly tearing it. As she makes it through the elastic, she puts the knife down and rips your underwear in two, tossing the fabric at your feet. As you stand bare in front of her, she stands back, a smirk adorning her face. “So beautiful…” She whispers, starting to circle your hanging body. You cross your legs, trying to cover your most intimate parts, but are quickly stopped as Wandas hand slaps your thigh. “No, keep them open. I want to see what’s mine!” She growls, smoothing her hand over the skin of your legs.

As she stands behind you, she grabs the paddle, spinning it in her hands. “Alright, how many should we do?” She asks to no one in particular. She hums and chuckles, “How about until you bleed?” She whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe. She takes a step back and raises the paddle, swinging it against your ass, hard. You scream in agony, attempting to walk forward, only moving right back to where you were. Wanda admires the red mark on your ass, smiling as she rubs her hand against your burning skin.

Another swat, another scream. More tears fall down your face with each and every hit from the wooden paddle, yet the fiery feeling in your gut gets stronger. It was a confusing feeling, getting aroused from being beaten.

It felt like ages when Wanda finally stopped. Your ass was sore, bloody, and bruised. A dark black and purple spot forming on each cheek. She puts the paddle down and reaches for more rope. You silently groan at the thought of there being anymore to come. Gently, Wanda grabs your knee, wrapping the rope around it and pulling the excess rope to the hook above you. The raises your leg, slowly starting to expose your slick folds to her. She follows by securing your other leg in the same fashion.

Now fulling spread out for her, she hums at her work. “Are you ready for the good part?” She asks.

You shake your head and look at her, “N-nothing g-g-good is going to co-come.” You stutter, your voice scratchy from the previous screaming. She sighs and shakes her head.

“You poor, little thing. There are so many things I can make good, if only you would obey, and submit to me.” She steps closer, her hands holding your hips.

You look down at her, whimpering in response. Your silence is enough of an answer to her, indicating you were not falling for her games just yet. She removes one hand off of your hip and looks down at your pussy. “Look how wet you are,” she says, rubbing her hand over your soaked lips. You struggle to close your legs, the rope rendering you completely un able to move. Her fingers spread your pussy open, your clit revealing its throbbing self.

Your slick covers Wandas fingers as she dips her fingers close to your hole, smirking at your reaction. “You must be so sensitive, huh? Your ass all bruised. Is that what made you so wet?” She tilts her head up, looking for an answer. You shake your head quickly, not wanting to admit that it was the exact reason you were wet.

To your horror, Wanda approaches the chain holding you up again. She raises it until you are much higher than before, your body swaying with her movement. Wrapping the chain around the hook to keep you where you are, she returns to you, your pussy right in front of her face. “I’ve been waiting to taste your delicious nectar all day…” She says, kissing your inner thighs softly.

You hold your breath as she takes her first taste of you, her tongue licking a stripe right between your petals. Her tongue swirled around your clit, the bud inching to be touched. You can’t deny it, the pleasure that she is bestowing upon you is mind-shattering. The moans from your mouth make Wanda smile, her fingers coming to join her mouth.

She sucks on your clit, her lips closing around it, and her fingers poking at your hole. You try to avoid her but it doesn’t work. As she continues to suck on your sensitive clit, two fingers slide into your pussy. You let out a soft sob, an unintended moan slipping out right after. Something inside of Wanda loves the sounds you make, her pussy feeling the same tension as yours.

As she works her fingers in and out of your cunt, you are already close to your first orgasm and Wanda can’t wait to see it. She witnessed one while you were asleep, but she knew it was nothing like when you would be awake. Faster her fingers became, and your moans became louder as they curl inside of you, rubbing against that one good spot.

One soft graze of her teeth against your clit was what sent you over the edge. Your legs shake, your orgasm passing through your whole body. Your mind was empty and seeing white, your chest was heaving, your pussy was throbbing, and your toes curled in pleasure. But Wanda didn’t stop.

An hour went by. She devoured your cunt, not letting you take a break. Five orgasms later, she finally pulled away from your pussy, letting you rest. You were exhausted, your eyes barely able to stay open and your mind unable to comprehend how long you had been tied up. Wanda looked up at you, kissing and rubbing your legs to soothe you. “It’s ok, little one, its all over now.” She says with a soft smile, your head hanging in front of your arms and looking down at her.

She walks to the wall and gently lowers you to the ground. She unties your legs, but keeps the rope around your wrists. Picking you up, she brings you to your cell again, laying down with you. She pulls your tied arms over her head, forcing you to hold her and she hums as she nuzzles into your neck.

You lay silently, sleep taking over your system. Wanda hums a quiet lullaby, knowing deep down you loved every minute you were in that dungeon. Maybe someday she will move you out of the dungeon and into a room of your own. Or even her room. But at this moment in time, she wanted to hold you and tell you everything is going to be ok, because it will be. She will protect you and never let you go despite your desperate attempts to escape. Some days she purposely lets you escape, get halfway into the forest, and have Bucky drag you right back into your cell.

It is laughable what effort you put into it, even though you know she will catch you Every. Single. Time.

And you accepted that. She won no matter what. You even learned that Bucky really likes his chin scratched in his wolf form, but you both have a love-hate relationship. Always calling him a dog, or a mutt, and him calling you a blood bag.

Wanda kept her word and protected you from anything that was thrown your way. In return, you kept her full of nutrients and energy. She used you for dessert, blood and body both. You learned to love it. Everything Wanda did to you, for you, with you, was out of love. Love and of course, lust. Your blood kept her alive, and she looked forward to it after a long night of hunting.

She deserved it. After all, she saved you from your horrible town, right?

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Silent Heartbeat | TP Shockwave x f!vampire reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 3200+

Warning: Smut ( Shockwave doing it for science ), horror, gore/blood, size difference and robot on vampire. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Happy early Halloween. This is just one of my own works I wanted to do for the holiday and submission for an event through discord.

This holiday isn't a big thing in Australia, but it has been slowly growing more popular over the years. I've never been trick or treating and never carved a pumpkin. I've only ever been to one halloween party when I was 13yrs dressed as a vampire. However I do enjoy the theme and over the years all I've ever done is watch horror movies on the day. Love getting creative and I really enjoyed this. 🥰

Shockwave uses mass displacement.

Back From the Dead - Halestorm

☕ Coffee

Darkness. Numbness. Hunger. Silence.

This is all you have had for centuries, no escape, trapped in a fluid cocoon, forced into a deep slumber until someone or something is to wake you up. How you ended up trapped wasn't by choice, but you were left with no say as your sourdre de sang, your master, forced this upon you, his way to save his children.

It was a long time before you're eventually discovered, but not by who you imagined it to be. For the first time in so long there was light, causing you to squirm in irritation within the fluid sack, before movements vibrated around you, and a giant shadow looms over with a single blazing red eye burning down through the cocoon.

Still in your half staged slumber you sense yourself being moved. Everything is happening now, and once free, you'll rain chaos upon the world, just as your master wanted.

But you weren't freed from the cocoon, not right away. Your barbed ears twitched as the voices muffled, heightening your hearing to hear what was being said around you.

"Subject is a unique discovery. I shall need to perform more tests to determine what it is. Only thing I was confirm is whatever is inside is alive, but not." The weight of the iron cold voice pieces her senses.

"How can something be alive and not?" Another thundering voice erupts, causing her to twitch from the unexpected loudness and squirm within the cocoon.

"Well, whatever it is, its moving." A new voice purrs out like silk, it was quite delightful, making you purr in return and wrapping yourself under the membrane of your wings.

"It appears to have vital readings, but I'm unable to trace any beat rhythm. Further tests will need to be performed before I attempt to open the fluid sack."

Yes, freedom, but not just yet.

It honestly felt like another eternity, tests performed, most causing you pain but not something you couldn't handle, before you were finally set free. The cocoon was sliced open with care and the fluid poured out, along with you. Your body lays on a cold surface as you give yourself a moment to stretch out your wings, sighing in relief before you open your eyes, pale like snow, before shifting to your mortal blue iris.

Hunger struck you and you opened your mouth letting out a silent screech as your sharp teeth appeared before shrinking down to their own blunt selfs. Your skin, pale and grey, craves the coldness you lay upon before finally taking in your surroundings, whoever freed you, they better have a meal ready.

"Fascinating." That iron cold voice speaks from above and you're faced with what appears to be a giant with one eye. Not who you are expecting. "Subject appears to hold features of a human, yet not quite human."

No, not human, not anymore.

Shockwave. That was their name you had learned rather quickly. They had no idea just what you were, and were clueless with your needs. He didn't have a meal ready, and this pissed you off. What made you even more angry was he had locked you up in a glass like box, a cage to put it simply.

As much as you want to let out your rage, you're simply too weak. You needed blood, and you tried to say this, but in your state only harsh breaths could be sounded. The idiot was going to let you starve!

"What...what is that thing?" The same silky voice catches your tarped ears making them twitch. Turning your head through your hazy vision you're met with other giants. Just what were they?

"I'm still learning that myself. She's an interesting discovery." Shockwave answers.

"She?" That loud one, the grey giant, he was too loud!

"She holds the genetic materials of a human female body."

He wasn't wrong there. You're female. You lay naked on the cold surface within the glass cube, trapped again. Didn't these idiots know just what you were? Of course not. Stupid.

"Does she fly?" The same silk voice asks.

"She hasn't attempted to fly, yet, but with membrane wings like these I would guess she can but appears to be in a weak state currently."

Blood! You need blood!

Again, you attempt to scream this out, but of course only a quiet screech is sounded, so you end up hissing out of irritation.

"She looks like something from one of those human horror films." A new peachy voice catches your attention, as does the crimson red. You missed the taste of blood.

"And how would you know that, Knock Out?" Stupid loud voice won't shut up!

"Um...drive in theatres, Lord Megatron"

Lord? At least you're learning names, very strange names.

"I am interested to know more." Shockwave shows his curiosity.

"It's just a silly human myth!" Knock Out laughs but stopped, seeing Shockwave's seriousness. "Um, well, I'm no expert, the humans call them vampires, feeding and surviving on human blood, quite disgusting actually. But it's all just stories, legends."

You've heard that name a million times before. At least someone here knew what you were, they didn't seem to believe it, but you'll soon show just what you were truly. They had no idea the chaos you'll bring.

"I might need another test subject, a human. Bring one to me, and we'll see if this is true." Shockwave wants to know.

Yes! Bring one, someone, anyone!

Your intense and weak gaze holds with Shockwave for a while while you both wait for your meal to arrive. As blunt as he was, you can't help but feel slightly curious. Never have you seen something like him before, and you thought you saw everything over the years you've lived.

They weren't human, but a whole new species. Fascinating.

Shockwave is very curious himself, and couldn't wait to discover more about you. Silently, he opens the glass cage and moves his servo towards you. You try to shuffle away from his touches but fail, you simply don't have the strength. He grabs hold of you and you can only hiss and snarl at him bluntly like a newborn lion cub. Just wait until he sees you in your full beast mode.

He holds you with care, digits ghostly grazing against your naked skin with your wings tucked against your back. You feel him staring, searching, and can't help but gasp sharply as he gently drags his digit across your bare breasts. You wanted him to keep going but he didn't, making you glare up at him through a pout.

No blood. Lack of pleasure. It was horrible.

"You're a remarkable find, creature." Shockwave says through a low tone. "I look forward to learning more about you. Do you speak?"

Again, much to your annoyance, you try to speak, only another dying hash breath comes out. Of course you speak, you just couldn't right now, not without the first taste of blood in so long.

"I'll know in time, little one."

Suddenly your senses perk up, ears twitching as the pupils in your eyes dilate before your head snaps to the side staring at the closed door to the room. You smell it. A mortal human. Shockwave watches and tilts his head.

"Remarkable. You can smell humans from afar."

He puts you back in your glass cage much to your annoyance. All you can do is press yourself against the glass and stare at the closed doors, before they hastily open with the returning giants.

"Got your...uhh, test subject?" Knock Out wasn't even sure what to call it. He still didn't see a point in doing this.

"Who are you?! What are you?! What the fuck is going on?!" The man is clutched in his servo not so gently, visibly terrified, clueless to his fate.

"Oh hush you! Play nice." Knock Out comes over and tosses the human into the swiftly opened cage by Shockwave.

There's a sickening crack, the man yells in agony, his leg breaking from the impact. You mask yourself in the shadows of your cage as you now act in your intinks, and that's hunting.

"What do you expect to happen?" Starscream isn't sure of the point of this either.

"The second you returned with the human, she knew. She can sense humans. Again, further studies and tests will need to be done for me to understand her better." Shockwave doesn't take his optic off from your cage, recording every moment.

The man goes quiet when he realises he's not alone, and can only whimper through his pain as he vaguely sees you in the shadows, snarling lowly, and his fear spikes high. You pounce.

His terrified wail is the last thing that sounds from him. You don't hold back and let out a snarl as you grab the man, teeth bare out as your eyes grow intensely cat-like, before sinking your teeth into the man and tearing into his throat, streaking the glass cage with the blood as you start to feed.

Instantly, you taste the warm blood while draining the mortal, regaining your strength slowly, growing stronger. You let out a purr as your wings stretch out excitedly.

Meanwhile, the giants watch you, few curious, most horrified.

"M-my lord, you can't allow this thing to remain here!" Starscream panics as he steps further away from you. Shockwave ignores Starscream as he continues to monitor your improving vitals, much more quickly than expected.

"They're just silly human stories, how is this even possible?!" Knock Out questions as Breakdown, despite his size, steps away from the bloody scene unfolding.

Soundwave only tilts his helm as he watches, unaffected by the blood bath.

Megatron, ignoring everyone, steps closer, watching as you take the life of this human and drain all his blood, quenching your hunger and regaining yourself again.

"Shockwave, tell me, what am I looking at?" He's so casual, darkness in his tone as he hovers over you.

"Lord Megatron, I present to you, the greatest threat to humans."

You have drained the man all his blood and finally retract your teeth out of his neck, the warmth covering you and the walls of your cage, before you toss your head back and let out a lingering stretch as you spread your wings out, displaying quite a horrifying and powerful pose for them to see.

Megatron lets his lips curl into a twisted smirk. "A threat indeed."

Over time you find yourself getting use to these new species, Cybertronians, they called themselves. Shockwave learns more about you and after you regained your strength you were able to talk finally.

It was a whole new world out there. Humans evolved rapidly, multiplied quickly, and apparently you were the only one of your kind still around. You couldn't be sure about that as you couldn't sense the hive or your master through your senseries.

You decided to not waste your time or energy on this. You were free, sort of, but you could do whatever you like, kind of. Shockwave still has rules you need to follow, or you won't get any blood.

You couldn't be greedy when it came to consuming. Other mortals were brought to you, but they were limited. You weren't allowed to leave the room until Shockwave allowed it, and if she did, she would need to stay with him at all times.

Fucking rules.

But you were alone in a whole new place, so you'll follow these rules for now until you grow bored of playing along. You'll silently admit you were curious about them, never before seeing such things.

Shockwave had provided you with clothes, being modest he calls it. Only the tube dresses were suited for you because of your membrane wings, which you would stretch out often as if you had woken up from a deep slumber.

You would fly but were restricted. Shockwave only would allow you to stretch your wings under his watchful optic, but you wanted to go outside. You’ll debate this with him eventually, but there’s something else on your mind. Sex. Lately you've been craving it. Like blood you wanted it, though it wasn't a survival thing, just greed and desire.

"You seem frustrated." Shockwave says as you sit in your cage, board, horny. "Is there an exclamation for your mood?"

"I want to fuck." You answer bluntly as you hang upside down from your cage.

He's quiet for a moment. "You want to mate with another. Is this a requirement?"

"Yes...no, it's just something I miss, something I crave." You can only shrug a little before looking at him from your upside down position, eyes intense. "Does your species fuck?"

Shockwave stops his work and his single optic peers at you. He's quiet, as if he's pondering how to answer you. You thought it silly. Sex was sex, or maybe they don't do this, and you sigh through frustration before wrapping yourself up under your wings, covering your body like a sleeping bat in their dark cave.

Your ears twitch hearing movement, then your cage opens, and you peek through your membrane wings, only to be left shocked to see Shockwave now within your cage, shrunk down and looking up.

Untangling yourself, you drop from the ceiling and land gracefully on your feet directly in front of him. He's still big, but no longer giant.

"We do."

Everything in your twitches in excitement. Silently, he moves around you and sats down on the plush area he had provided, a way for comfort. You move your hands over the tube of your dress and push it down, letting it pool around your feet before you calmly walk towards him, even though everything in you is bursting with arousal.

Shockwave is doing this for science, a way to learn about sexual matters for her kind. He retracts his panel before she reaches him and coaxes his spike out of its housing.

You admire what he provides. Long, thick, pulsing, ridges running along the base making your core twitch in excitement. Early, you straddle his lap and trace your hands across his plated armour, the hardness all so foreign to you, but oddly both warm and cold at the same time.

Neither of you are interested in foreplay, so you don't hesitate to position yourself over his spike and sink down onto him. His thickness stretches you widely, burning a little, since he's already large and you haven't had sex for centuries. You are too impatient to prepare yourself, so you go for it.

Your sharp teeth bare out as you toss your head back, moaning in delight followed by lustful purrs as you sink down on him fully, moving your hand to touch your belly feeling the pull bump created by Shockwave's cable buried deep in your.

Never, not once, have you ever felt so full before with any man cock. Now, you have a new obsession, and you plan to use it as often as possible. Only thing that is lacking is his reactions. He was too quiet, as if he had no feeling or emotions through pleasure. Weird.

"Doesn't this feel good?" You ask as you start to grind down on him, panting through your growing pleasure building through your body.

"It does." His answer is so dull.

"Why are you quiet?" You lean forward and drag your tongue against his neck cables, determined to get him to make any sort of noise.

"I see no purpose in making noises." Again, dull.

You smirk against his neck before looking into his optic, eyes dilated with desire and sharp fangs hanging over your bottom lip.

"I'll make you moan. You won't be able to help yourself."

"You can try."

Challenge accepted.

Your body compulsives rapidly as you start to ride him, hands and nails digging into the plating against his shoulder, leaving marks due to your strength. Usually kisses were a distraction, but that won't work in this case, and you know you'll have to be creative if you want some noises from him.

Clenching tightly around his spike, you fully sit down while rolling your waist, grinding on him as you move a free hand to your breast, massaging the mound in his solid optic against you.

You don't even know if he found humans attractive, but this is all you can do to keep his attention on you. Your other hand moves across his, searching and exploring for any weak spot you might discover. He doesn't try to stop you, as if he's curious if you could get him to moan.

Your own sounds increased, low whines and chattering purrs, core clenching over again around his pulsing spike, feeling every ridge glide against your inner channel and tip pressing so far deep through your cervix.

His frame heats up rapidly from your actions but still no sound from him, so your hands keep exploring all over, holding yourself back as you continue to ride him.

Then you find something, right at his neck cables again. Perfect.

Moving yourself forward you latch your mouth at his neck, using your tarped tongue and fangs to tease at the soft cables. This is usually the most vulnerable thing for any mortal, and you thought for a moment you could rip those cables out, but you choose not to do this to Shockwave.

It would be pointless. He doesn't have blood that you consume. All he's good for at the moment is sex and you are eagerly enjoying yourself, growing more excited when you feel his frame quivery under your touches the more you suck at his neck.

Your hands drag down his chassis as your waist humps down on him, moaning against his sensitive cables while letting out purrs and moans. Your wings wrap around your joined bodies, keeping close as your breasts press up against the cool metal against his chassis, mouth still latched onto his neck.

Then finally, it happens. He moans.

Victory!

You can't help but giggle through your burning arousal, feeling greatly satisfied that you were able to make him moan and react against you. "Told you I could make you moan."

"You proved me wrong. Well done."

Grinning softly, you suddenly use your strength to push him down against the plush blanket, catching him off guard, before you start to violently ride his spike, humping hard with your head tossed back and wings spread in excitement. You feel his servos grip at your waist then, finally getting into it and you feel him thrust up against you much to your delight.

You'll never take a man cock again. It's all cybertronian spikes for you.

"Fuck! Fuck!" You curse out feeling yourself about to erupt through your orgasim, mewls of pleasure sounding from you as more moans can be heard from Shockwave, frame shaking as his spike pulses more rapidly deep within you.

You feel him stiffen and jerks up before you feel your depths fill with warm fluids that flow through you, filling your belly that bumps out with his spike, right before you feel yourself fall apart on him.

Letting out a loud screech you toss you head back with teeth bared and wings spread wide, body compulsing for the first time in centuries, fluids mixing together within you. Purring out loudly you then collapse onto his chassis, keeping yourself on him as you wiggling yourself.

You weren't done just yet with him.

"We're doing this everyday, whenever I want, no arguments." You say this, demanding what you want. Shockwave wasn't one to accept demanding, though he thought for a moment over it.

"That's...acceptable."

#transformers #prime #valveplug #tfp shockwave #reader insert #dark #shockwave x reader #horror #vampire #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

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lazyneonrabbitt · 8 months

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Rabbitt's monsterous October fics.

Blood oranges

Tangerine x reader

A photography contest prize is convincing enough to trespass on grounds that no one had ever returned from.

A/N: The first of my monster themed fics! I'll be posting one every week leading up to Halloween!

🎃🩸🍊🩸🎃

Autumn weather had shown its face again.

Yeah sure the rain sucks, but there's a beatury in the grey skies and orange trees.

There’s also a beauty in the way that grey atmosphere surrounded the large, abandoned mansion on the edge of town. It was every goth couple’s wedding venue, but it was completely off-limits. No one really knew why, all that was commonly known about the building is that whenever some college student was dared to cross the game and take a photo at the front door they never came back. No one really questioned it anymore and no one truly felt bad for any of the missing students. They were all warned from the first time they heard the scary children's tale about vampires that lived there, that held nothing but decorated truths about real, unsolved murders that still make it into the papers during every year’s first semester..

clearly the place isn’t abandoned, otherwise the fruit trees would have died off ages ago already but still, like clockwork there’s perfectly tended fruit trees on the land that separates the house and the large iron fence around it.

You knew this place was bad news. Literally.

So why the hell were you standing in front of the gate right now, ready to walk through it and risk your life? Oh, yeah. You wanted to win that crazy prize money that you would surely get if you got that perfectly timed and framed picture of the all black house under the cloudy grey evening sky, with the colorful fruit trees contrasting beautifully against the overall lack of color. The only issue was you needing to be on the property to not have the large iron and stone fence obstructing the view. You had asked people living nearby to let you take some pictures from their highest windows but none of them turned out even moderately okay.

With a deep, shaky breath you put your hand on the gate and gave it a push. From all the tales you picked up you learned there was never a lock on it and it was surprisingly easy to get onto the property which was super weird with how many people died there. You’d think cops would have put a huge lock on it by now but that didn’t seem the case.

You had found it to be very quiet during your stroll around the property, taking photos of the colorful trees and the details on the brick and iron fences. You had thought out the perfect angle for your photo and slowly made your way over to the low brick wall you'd have to hop onto to get it all in your shot.

Once on the wall you snapped an infinite amount of photos, different lenses and settings, slight shift in angles for more trees or better view of the sky, but you weren't satisfied yet. You wanted more detail shots of the house and its beautiful finishes. You made your route from the stained glass windows to the hand carved door, snapping photos with every step. At the door you noticed it was slightly ajar and spotting the most gorgeousstairway and tapestries through the thin gap luring you in. Looking through the camera lens you focused on the intricately carved wooden rails that twisted around the large set of stairs, adorned with perfectly maintained carpet, held up to the wood with polished brass rods.

You swore both of your memory cards would be filled by the time you were done with this place.

Making your way through the entrance hall you kneeled in front of a decorative side table to take some detail shots of the carved details on the leg.

You dropped you ass down on the carpet and laid the camera angeled in your lap to get the best shot. When you moved around to get up, placing your hand next to you for support your fingers grazed something and made you tumble backwards.

Looking up from your spot on the floor you were stared down by someone. "Why're you here?" A stern voice and expensive looking suit, a shiny, polished shoe pressed onto your chest to keep you down. You were dead. Officially. This is what all those horror stories were about. You tresspassed and were now going to die. Murdered by this insanely gorgeous looking man with only a large hint of psychopath in his eyes.

"Please let me leave- Y.. I'll leave the camera. No proof.. Please don't kill me?" Your pleas came out in hiccuped whines, panic clear all over your rigid body. He kneeled down, the pressure on your chest getting painful now. "Really now? You dun wanna get offed by the gorgeous man with the psychopath eyes?" His moustache twitched as his lips curled into a smirk, fangs on display for you to stare at in horror. He takes his foot off your chest and hauls you back up with no effort, holding you an inch away from him by the collar of your jacket. "You weren't stealing." He gives you a quick once-over. "Come."

You followed without a second thought. Your legs moving on their own.

He takes you up the large, winding stairs and through a set of double doors off to the side.

The room held a large bed, a set of two leather chairs and a sofa sat around a dark wooden coffee table that held two filled pitchers.

You inspected the liquids they held. One was clearly fruit juice, no doubt fresh from the trees outside. The onter one.. you saw it. Your could smell it, even over the strong fruity scent of the orher. You weren't even gonna think about this one's origin because it was clearly fresh as well..

The man soundlessly strides over to stand across from you on the other side of the table, placing two beautifully carved glasses down and pouring a glass of juice for you. “Drink,” he tells you. “Makes you taste so much sweeter.” It’s not even a suggestion. He tells you to drink and you drink. It’s unlike anything you ever tasted, fresh and sweet and you really wanted another glass. As if reading your mind the man was already pouring another glass.

“You’re lovin’ that a little too much huh, sweetheart.” He takes a seat next to you, taking the second empty glass from your hands. Your pouty face only made him more excited about finding you. It took next to nothing to keep you here. He barely even had to use his powers to make you follow him as you were intrigued already anyways. Even now with you sitting next to him. You could leave any second as he wasn’t keeping you under his control, but you didn’t.

Normally he’d feed his visitors some of his home grown fruits, drain their blood and leave the drained corpse for his brother to feast on, but this time he felt like that would be a waste. You genuinely seemed to enjoy being here, and what would be better than having a personal food supply walking around who seemed to love anything fruity?

“So tell me, what’s your name, love?”

You gave him your name and in exchange you were given his. “I’m tangerine. There’s someone else in here, his name is Lemon. You probably won’t see him anyways.” By the end of his sentence he had leaned in close, nuzzling your cheek and a hand on your chin. He turned you head to the side and moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses before finding your pulse point and sinking his fangs into your skin. You gasped as you felt he sharp sting, hand gripping the armrest and the other holding a tight grip on hi thigh that loosened with time. Soft sighs leaving you with every small suck to your neck.

By the time he had his fill you had relaxed into his side, your hand softly caressing his thigh as he licked over the puncture wounds at your throat. You snuggled against him some more, much to his surprise. “How are you feeling, dear?” You nodded against his chest. “M’good, thanks.” Slurring words indicated you needed a rest.

Picking you up and placing you onto his large, soft bed he sat beside you until you were sound asleep.

He’d have to go make some accommodations for a human in his home.

#sometimes i write #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #tangerine #halloween #tangerine x reader #tangerine imagine

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murfpersonalblog · 1 month

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IWTV Ep6 - Rewind the Tape

"Costume designer Carol Cutshall spoke about how she used stripes and key motifs to symbolize the enclosing cage that the family home has become. Did you notice other ways —for example, color and light, shot framing and blocking, or set design— in which this theme is hinted at through the episode?"

@iwtvfanevents

The entire townhouse set is a cage--one of my favorite architectural elements is the ironwork. The only way in/out are through big ole iron gates (the front door itself, and the gate to the courtyard/drivethru) that creak like jail cell bars.

And it also reminds me of the bars & gates on NOLA crypts.

Louis & Claudia are constantly being compared to baby birds, which is so interesting when it comes to vampires (who in other lore can turn into bats & nightbirds like owls). Their wings have been clipped, their growth stunted (Lou voluntarily, Claudia involuntarily). The night he sees the Cloud Gift in full effect is rock bottom for Loustat.

It's painfully beautiful, just Loustat in the clouds, as Les tells him how much he loves him. But Lou just got his arse kicked six ways to Sunday, right before Lestat drops him a million miles in the air--Lou's TERRIFIED. He knows he's undead, but he doesn't KNOW what will happen to him, he's AFRAID of how much the drop's going to hurt--even if he knows/hopes it's possible for vamps to survive such a drop.

He's paralyzed, stuck in his coffin, unable to even WALK on his own anymore. He's an apex predator stuck in that coffin/house, no better than all the caged prey Claudia brought fed to him so he'd recover.

It's such a shock to his system that he can't even sleep, jolting awake whenever he feels the air on his skin, thinking he's STILL falling (and slowing down his healing by moving around with broken bones).

What used to make the love feel like free-falling in a "well with no bottom" is now just raw PTSD--"I loved Lestat with a wounded one."

#vampterview #interview with the vampire #loustat #louis de pointe du lac #iwtv tvc metas

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reverie-starlight · 8 months

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I need to get some blood work done and I hate the experience so much, so to make me feel better, here’s some kuroo fluff. I don’t wanna hear anything about how soft this is. I don’t respond well to tough love or logic at all when I'm anxious, I need the softness.

gn!reader, no physical description. tw: blood, needles, hospital/drs office setting. slight anxiety/panic. very fluffy, maybe a little bit TOO fluffy tbh. extremely self indulgent, but what else is new on this blog? lowercase intentional. @emmyrosee I recycled a couple ideas from that one kuroo ask I sent you a while back, I hope that's okay :')

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“I can take the day off of work, I don’t mind.”

you sighed into your mug, one that the man sitting on the other side of the table had gifted you. it was halloween themed, and (very ironically, considering your current situation) had vampire fang designs all over it, many with blood dripping from them.

“I appreciate that, but I would never ask you to.”

kuroo slightly frowned. “you don’t have to ask me, baby, I’m offering.”

he watched as your own brow furrowed, resisting the urge to lean over and smooth it out with his thumb. he tried again. “I know how much you hate blood work. I don’t want you to have to deal with it alone.”

a feeling of guilt started bubbling in your stomach. “tetsu, that’s exactly it, though. I don’t like it, but I’m old enough now to be able to do it alone…” you paused and shook your head before editing your sentence. “I should be able to do it alone by now without spiraling.”

he sighed and gave you a sympathetic look. “baby, there’s no expiration date on fear, or a set age that you’re supposed to get over something by,” he took your hand and rubbed his thumb over it. “you’re scared, and that’s okay. as your fiancé, I’m not going to let you suffer through that alone.”

you took your bottom lip in between your teeth and mulled it over. he tried to hide a fond smile as he watched the wheels in your pretty head turn.

truthfully, he already booked that day off work. you didn’t know yet, but as soon as you had told him the date of your appointment, he had reserved that as a personal day on his schedule.

he’d never call you predictable, but when it came to things relating to your fears, he knew you needed some emotional support- whether you voiced it or not.

finally you looked up at him again with a hesitant, slightly guilty expression. “you really don’t mind taking time off work for this?”

he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “for you, my love? never.”

and a week later, on the day of your appointment, he did everything he could to prove it to you further.

your appointment wasn’t until noon, so he made sure to spend the entire morning pampering you, distracting you enough so that you didn’t even have time to let the anxiety build up.

any time he noticed a faraway look in your eyes, he’d lean over and kiss your face until you laughed, really making sure to exaggerate the noises to embarrass you a bit.

and you recognized his efforts to keep you in good spirits, trying to meet him halfway. usually when you had a big nerve wracking event approaching, you were used to isolating yourself and trying to calm down alone. pushing through and wishing you could stay in control of your anxieties long enough to get through it and beating yourself up when you couldn’t.

however, since meeting kuroo, you didn’t have to do that anymore. when you first got together, you rejected any help he tried to give you. but once he realized that you just weren’t used to people giving you the emotional support you needed… that you were used to the opposite- being shamed for those feelings, he was able to navigate things better.

and along the way you realized that letting someone in was much healthier for you. so in an effort to keep that up, you let him take the wheel, figuratively and literally.

on the way to the doctor’s office, he played music and purposefully sang along badly, all in an attempt to make your life a little easier.

and it worked, because your brain had completely rejected any thoughts of worrying about the bloodwork.

until you had to sit in the waiting room, that is.

he could feel the anxiety rolling off of you as you waited to be called, and despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel a bit useless. all he ever wanted to do for you at any given time was make sure that you were happy and stress-free. he felt his heart break a bit as he watched you try to keep a composed demeanor.

so he pressed gentle kisses to your temple and let you play with his fingers. he even clogged up his storage and downloaded a ton of games for you to play if you asked (he knew how fast games drained your phone’s battery, so he gladly sacrificed his).

but he could tell from your crumbling expression and bouncing leg that the nervous butterflies in your stomach were turning into something much bigger.

he noticed a nurse walking down the hall towards the waiting room and quickly whispered something in your ear.

you looked up at him with wide eyes, surprised at his words, which pulled a shocked laugh out of your mouth. “tetsu!” you whisper-yelled at him, not wanting to disrupt the other patients.

he just gave you a charmingly boyish grin in response, squeezing your hand when the nurse called your name.

she lead you both into a small room, and you started shaking a bit.

“please take your sweater off or roll up your sleeve.”

you did what she asked and kuroo settled beside you on the opposite side of the nurse, tracing the palm of your hand.

“oh my- you’re shaking! are you alright?” asked the nurse and you felt hot embarrassment shoot through your body on top of the anxiety.

“um, yeah, I’m okay,” you said quietly, obviously nervous. she seemed to understand and thankfully didn’t make a big deal about it, rather making conversation about other things as she cleaned your arm.

“is this your fiancé? I love your rings, and it’s so sweet that he came with you today… I wish my girlfriend was able to come with me to my appointments.”

you smiled politely at her, and tried not to watch too intently as she got her equipment ready. you didn’t notice the look she gave kuroo, or the nod he returned to her, understanding her secret message. distract them.

that was his plan all along- even if the nurse hadn’t told him to, he would have done everything in his power to get you to focus on him instead of the test.

once he felt you squeeze his hand out of fear and noticed the tears forming in your eyes as the nurse was talking to you about finding a vein, he gently cupped your cheek and prompted your face away.

“hi, pretty, just look at me okay?”

your lower lip wobbled as you nodded, wincing and screwing your eyes shut as you felt the nurse feeling your arm. “make a fist for me, please.”

your hand cooperated and you let out a small noise of discomfort as she got to work.

kuroo stroked your cheek comfortingly and smiled at you when you opened your eyes again. “have I told you that you look absolutely stunning today, baby? just jaw-dropping. incredibly gorgeous. so blinded by your beauty that I should actually be wearing sunglasses right now.”

if it were under any other circumstance, you would have scolded him for flirting with you in front of someone else so unabashedly, but in that moment you were honestly thankful for it. so you shook your head a little.

he gasped. “I haven’t? how awful of me, I’ll make sure to fix that right away.”

and so as the nurse continued to draw blood, with a small smile on her face as she listened to the near one sided conversation, your boyfriend made it his mission to throw every compliment under the sun at you.

"going back to our conversation last night, reason number three hundred and twenty six why I love you: you're so sweet, even if you're not trying to be. you're just a good person through and through, babe."

though it was mildly embarrassing to need a distraction of this intensity, listening to him talk was definitely having the desired effect on you. your eyes were still a bit teary, and your heart was beating fast, but the expression on your face told him that you weren't as focused on the test anymore.

the soft look in his eyes as he tried everything he could to help you was captivating.

he leaned over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek and you huffed in disapproval. he laughed. "don't get shy now, there's still six hundred and seventy four reasons left to get through. I can space them out if you need me to, though. wouldn't want to send your heart into overdrive or anything. I can feel your pulse, don't even try to deny it!"

you were about to respond with what was no doubt going to be an attempt at a snarky comeback, but then the nurse pulled the needle out and pressed a cotton ball over the puncture site. "you're all done! great job."

you blinked at the nurse in surprise and she just smiled in amusement before placing a band-aid on your arm and walking out of the room with the vial of blood.

as soon as she was gone, kuroo tilted your chin up to look at him again. he gave you a big, wide grin and you weren't sure if the lightheaded, dizziness you were experiencing was because of blood loss or affection for your fiancé.

and once you finally made it out of the doctor's office, back into the car, he immediately leaned over the console and pressed yet another flurry of kisses all over your face and neck.

you giggled at him and tried to shove his face away, but he didn't let you, and instead grabbed your hands in his. he slowed down just enough to leave a few lingering kisses on your lips, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles.

once he was done, he smiled fondly and stared into your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. his expression was as soft as his voice. "I'm so proud of you, baby, that went so well."

you smiled at him in return. "thank you, tetsu, you really helped me today... I'm glad you came with me."

he shook his head. "I told you, it's no problem at all. I'm happy I was able to make things a bit easier for you. Now..." he straightened up in the driver's seat and started the car, but not before giving you one last kiss. "let's get some food in you, and maybe a bit of orange juice, too. I read it's good after getting blood work done."

you nodded and stole one of his hands away from the wheel to hold in your lap. you placed your cheek against his now extended arm and sighed contently.

thinking about the day and how hard he tried to keep you happy and safe... how he did his absolute best to take care of you throughout your panic... there was never a time you couldn't feel the soft, gentle love radiating off of kuroo tetsurou. everything he did was with good intentions, all for you.

after a few minutes of comfortable silence, he felt a pair of eyes on him. at the next red light, he glanced down to see you craning your neck and staring at him with an unreadable expression.

he sent you a sly grin once he deciphered it. "...and maybe tonight, if you're feeling up for it, we can do what I mentioned in the waiting room."

you were one hundred percent certain that the dizziness from earlier wasn't from blood loss now.

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I'm not so sure how I feel abt his characterization or dialogue in this one :/

kuroo usually comes easy for me (...that's what she said) (I'm so sorry, I'll leave) but idk, the writing feels a bit off with this one, so I might do some major edits over time... I don't hate it enough to not post though, so I hope you enjoyed!!!!

#kuroo x reader fluff #kuroo comfort #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #kuroo x gender neutral reader #tw: blood #tw: needles

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musicloverxoxo7 · 8 months

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BTS Halloween party – Bite me

Non-idol!Jimin x fem!reader

Summary: You have been friends with Jimin for a while. But now at a Halloween party together, things go further than ever before. Will either of you stop?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, alcohol, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, friends to lovers

Wordcount: ca. 2.5k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You’re dressed as Scarlet Witch for the Halloween party Taehyung is throwing. You love Marvel.

“I bet Jungkook will be dressed as Iron Man”, one of your friends says and giggles. She’s had a crush on the guy for ages.

“99% sure”, you agree.

You walk up to the house the party is taking place in and ring the doorbell. When Taehyung called you and asked you to come, you couldn’t say no. He throws amazing, tasteful parties with just the right amount of casual fun.

Someone you don’t know opens the door and lets you in. Probably one of Taehyung’s friends. He has so many. You and your friends follow inside.

The decorations are black and gold with a hint of red and orange. Very elegant, exactly Taehyung’s style.

“If you want anything to drink, Yoongi is manning the bar at the moment. Feel free to eat, drink, dance, whatever you want. See you later”, he winks at you as the door rings again. A smooth system to keep the party going.

“I’m going for a drink first”, you say. None of your friends follow. One heads off to find Taehyung, the rest drift off to chat with people they recognize. You shrug your shoulders and head to the bar.

Yoongi hands a pretty cocktail to a woman dressed like Supergirl. You feel like you’re interrupting a moment and hover in the background until the women leaves.

“Ah, y/n, what do you want tonight?”

“She’s probably out for blood. But only my blood.” Chuckling, Jimin sidles up beside you. He’s dressed up as a vampire with fake pointy teeth, dark make-up around his eyes and a black button-up that is sinfully wide open.

“Red wine as usual, y/n?”

“Yes, please.”

You’ve known the guys for nearly decade, so they know you well. Yoongi pours you the wine and refreshes Jimin’s drink. The two off you walk away after to make room for all the people who suddenly are in need of a beverage.

“Nice costume”, you say.

“Yours is good as well.”

Jimin looks you up and down.

“Thanks.”

You feel strangely tingly all of a sudden.

“Oh, y/n! Hey!”

Taehyung comes up to you and slings his arm around you. You hug. Jimin’s face looks a bit sour when you pull apart again.

“Please, y/n, dance with me. I’m trying to dance with every woman tonight.”

You glance at Jimin, but he averts his eyes.

“Alright. I’ll dance with you. See you later, Jimin.”

“Later”, he grumbles and slinks off.

“Is something wrong with him today”, you ask as Taehyung leads you to the dance floor in the living room.

“Nothing more than usual, I think.” You hit Taehyung in the arm. He smiles in his cute, boxy way. “You should go check after the dance, maybe.”

“Maybe.”

The two of you have a blast dancing to Thriller by Michael Jackson and then a song you’ve never heard before. After four songs, you remember that Jimin was being weird. You do one more song and then push one of your friends at Taehyung. He doesn’t seem to mind, even though a slow song has come on.

You head off to find Jimin. He definitely isn’t on the dance floor. Next you check the bar and snack station. No trace of him there either.

You’re about to head out of the kitchen, where all the snacks are, when you spot a lone figure on the terrace. One with a slim waist and thick thighs that reminds you of Jimin. You open the terrace door, which doesn’t creek. Jimin still turns around.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey.”

You step up next to him. A chilly breeze blows around the house, making goosebumps erupt all over your arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are we okay?”

Jimin doesn’t answer immediately, so you look at him. It’s very hard to say what he’s thinking.

“Do you like Taehyung?”

“Of course, I do. He’s my friend.”

“I meant if you like him as more than a friend.”

“No, I don’t.”

You say it without hesitation or second thought, because it’s the truth.

“Okay. Just asking.”

“Come back inside, Jimin. It’s cold out here.”

Jimin smiles at you.

“Can I bite you before we go inside?”

“Bite me?”

You’re taken aback. Jimin laughs at your surprised face. But not in a mocking way.

“I’m a vampire, remember? I have to bite people to get energy. And I’m feeling a bit drained right now.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. You and your friends truly are a weird bunch.

“Go ahead. I hope my blood tastes like strawberries, for your sake.”

Jimin puts his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. He pushes your hair to the side, exposing your neck. You shiver, but it’s not because of the cold.

His lips are gentle when they touch your skin. When they move away a heartbeat later, you feel naked. Cheated.

“That was you biting me? What kind of a vampire are you?”

“Sorry, wrong spot.”

His lips come down on your neck again, with more pressure. You feel his tongue on your skin. You hold your breath. Without your brain consciously deciding to do so, your hands land on his chest. Thanks to the many opened buttons, you get to feel some warm skin.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

Jimin moves along your neck, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses. You melt into him.

When he stops and comes face to face with you, your mind starts working again. Somewhat.

“You lost your pointy teeth, Count Dracula.”

“As a modern-day vampire, they only come out when I’m out for blood.”

You smile at him. He smiles back. The cute, one-sided dimple smile that makes his eyes almost disappear.

“May I kiss you, y/n?”

Instead of answering, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer until your lips meet. His lips are soft, warm and he tastes of Coke.

You pull back again.

“You weren’t drinking alcohol?”

“No. I wanted to be able to drive people home if they needed it.”

“I like that you’re so kind and considerate.”

Jimin bites his lip. They are red from the kiss.

“I think we should kiss again.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. With one arm tightly around your waist, Jimin backs you against one of the pillars that holds up the terrace’s roof. Your bodies pressed together, he kisses you like there is no tomorrow. Your hand finds its way inside his shirt. You can feel his strong chest muscles, the beating of his heart under your palm.

You slide your other hand down to his belt, to hold him as close as physically possible. A few more seconds, then he draws back, running a hand through his beautiful dark hair.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

You frown at him.

“Uncomfortable? I was very comfortable, actually.”

Jimin, his cheeks slightly flushed, points downwards. Your eyes easily find the dent in his jeans, which seems to be growing by the second. You smile as you keep looking at it.

“I didn’t notice. I was too focused on feeling up your chest and enjoying the kiss. And I’m not uncomfortable at all.”

You grab Jimin’s arm and pull him closer. His body heat envelops you again, which feels nice.

“If a kiss is all you want, that’s okay. I personally wouldn’t mind taking it further. But only if you are comfortable with it too.”

“It’s not weird for you? We have been friends for so long.”

“No, it’s not weird. If we want to be more than friends, why shouldn’t we?”

It’s like a switch is flicked inside Jimin. His eyes turn to molten chocolate and his lips relax into a sexy smile. You swallow hard.

“Thank you for making me feel at ease.” His arm goes around your waist, pulling you so close again, that you can feel his hardness against your stomach. “If you want to stop at any point, tell me.”

His lips brush along your neck again. You sigh. With one hand, you tug free his shirt from his pants and slide your hand under. The muscles of his stomach are hard and warm under your hand. Your other hand goes to his ass.

Jimin claims your lips in another kiss. This one is less rough and messy, more measured and much more intense. His free hand slides up your side until he can brush over your nipple with his thumb. You whimper into the kiss. He repeats the motion until you feel like you might implode. You cling onto his ass for dear life.

Jimin finally draws back again. His hair is messy and his pupils are blown out. He looks absolutely stunning.

“I, uhm, live just down the road. Should we go there and continue this? I’d much rather do this with my mouth than my fingers.”

“Let’s go.”

You grab his hand and drag him along.

“Also, I know where you live. I was there literally last week, silly.”

“Right. And you helped me look at it when I thought of buying it.”

“That too.”

The ten-minute walk you spend mostly talking about life. Talking has always been easy for the two of you. You never run out of topics. Twice, you stop to make out some more.

As soon as the door is closed and the light is on in Jimin’s house, you pounce on each other. A trail of clothes follows you to the bedroom, which you helped him repaint and redecorate last year after a break-up.

By the time Jimin gently lays you down on his bed, you’re both naked. You reach out and run your hand along his shaft. His breath catches when you move up to the frenulum and head. A pearl of precum leaks out. You lean forward and lick it off. You blink up at him, your hand still wrapped around the satiny skin.

“Baby, please. Take it slow, okay? I don’t want to be the first one to cum tonight.”

“Okay.”

You let go and lie back down, spreading your legs in the process.

His eyes dart back and forth between your perky nipples and pussy now on full display. You smile. Finally, he settles on your boobs and covers your body with his to reach your nipple. He plays with it with his tongue a little first, driving you near insane.

Then he takes your nipple into his mouth and performs literal magic. You cum way too quickly, pulling on his hair as if your life depended on it.

His smiles up at you once he’s unlatched. You only manage a sleepy smile in return. Jimin moves lower, trailing kisses along your stomach, down your thighs. He leaves tiny suction marks on the insides of your thighs. It feels wonderful, being worshipped this way. Your mind is clearing up a little right when he dives in to suck on your clit.

He’s not playing around. He keeps attacking your clit in the best possible way and with barely a moment to breathe in between. Your thighs want to squeeze shut around his head, but he keeps them apart with his arms. Your heels and fingernails dig into the mattress. You whine and moan, unable to form a coherent thought.

The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens until your eyes roll upwards, your toes curl and you cum again.

Jimin, quick at learning to read your body, stops his ministrations as the waves stop rolling through your body and you slump into the mattress, exhausted.

He crawls up the length of the bed and lies down next to you.

“You’re really good at this.”

You turn your head to the side and look at him.

“You look a bit tired now.”

“I mean, yeah, a little.”

“Do you want to sleep?”

“Soon.”

You yawn. Jimin kisses the tip of your nose. You’re asleep before he manages to pull the blanket up around you.

You wake up enveloped in warmth. The clock on the bedside table reads 5:36 AM. Jimin’s arm is draped around your waist. You can feel his soft, even breathing against your neck.

Against your lower back, you can feel his hardness. Memories of the previous evening replay in your mind. The way he took care of you. The skilled ways of his tongue and mouth. How you got off, but he didn’t.

You still haven’t felt him inside of you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together. The soft, satin skin of his head when you licked it last night. You let your hand wander between your thighs to craw circles on your clit. You know you’re too horny to go right back to sleep.

You keep as quiet as you can, trying to not move your hips. The orgasm comes quite quickly and you bite your lip so you make no sound.

“Anything I can help you with, baby?”

Jimin’s voice is a sexy, sleepy whisper, his voice low and smooth like honey. He runs his hand down your side to your hip.

“Sorry I woke you.”

“I think it was more my dick that woke me.”

You let out a giggle.

“What is off-limits”, you finally ask.

Jimin is silent for a moment. Probably thinking.

“Nothing.”

“Anything right now?”

“I’d prefer not to get out of bed right now.”

“Ditto.”

Both of you laugh.

You spread your legs, reach for his dick and position it at your entrance. Then you slowly push your hips back towards him. Jimin lets you, his breath hitching a few times.

“When you asked me if anything was off-limits, I thought you had something wild in mind.”

“Just wanted to be on the safe side.”

He is fully enveloped in your warmth now, filling you nicely. Jimin takes a few deep breaths.

“You feel good, baby.”

He kisses your shoulder. Then, he sets a slow pace. While you play with your clit, he hits just the right spot.

The occasional low moan of Jimin turns you on even more. If this isn’t the perfect way to spend the early morning, you don’t know what is.

Though he still moves at the same slow pace, you notice when Jimin’s movement becomes sloppier. You arch your hips a little more, taking him even deeper.

“Jimin, harder, please.”

He complies. And has you seeing stars with a few hard thrusts. The orgasm washes over you, having you contract around him repeatedly. Jimin lets out a grunt and spills within you.

Despite the position, you’re both breathing heavily. It takes a hot minute until your pulses return to normal. Jimin slings his arm around you, resting his hand on one of your boobs. You lie like that for a bit.

“I really like you, y/n.”

“I really like you too.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

Jimin gives you a kiss on the cheek before letting go and slowly easing out of you.

“Stay like that, baby. I’ll bring a washcloth and towel to clean up.”

A few minutes later, as you cuddle into Jimin’s chest, your hand above his heart, you think that this is the best Halloween ever.

Please do not copy, translate, or repost my work. Doing so will make you legally liable for stealing intellectual property.

#bts smut #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts x reader #female y/n #jimin smut #jimin x reader #jimin x you #female reader #halloween

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boybff · 10 months

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wait hiiiii hi hello bestie i didn’t know u like video essays!! i’ve been trying to find more to watch recently, do u have any other recs? about any topic 👀

HIIIIII bestie Robin, are you ready?? After harvesting my Youtube subscription and liked video lists here is what I have compiled. I'm gonna put my current top 5 video recommendations and then the rest of the list, under the cut, is organized by creator.

Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires

The art of religious interpretation (midnight mass vs god’s not dead)

Defunctland: Walt Disney's City of the Future, E.P.C.O.T.

Hogwarts Legacy, JK Rowling, and Trans Advocacy

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 - Water

CHANNELS

biz barclay - hilarious, brilliant, my best friend who drinks wine and weaves me long insightful stories while sitting on the dresser or in the bathtub. The vast amount of knowledge, historical

understanding snapewives: religion, fandom, sociology, & erotica

Goncharov (1973) video essay

The art of religious interpretation (midnight mass vs god’s not dead)

Xiran Jay Zhao - Author of one of my FAVE YA novels, “Iron Widow” (which is a MUST read). I always want more avatar content that focuses on cultural inspirations from trusted sources. Xiran taught me so much about the avatar universe I already loved as well as valuable critiques. They also do retellings of historical events such as- Bisexual Han Dynasty Emperors and Forgotten Warrior Queen - Fu Hao.

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 - Water

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 2 - Earth

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 3 - Fire

Fundie Fridays - Jen, a leftist queer feminist, and her husband James examine different aspects of Christian fundamentalism, American conservative politics and pop culture. She has remade a lot of her older videos so make sure to watch the updated versions! She was also featured in the Amazon docuseries “Shiny Happy People” which I would HIGHLY recommend.

Vacation Bible School of Rock (3 part video series History of Contemporary Christian Music)

Ken Ham’s Creation Museum & Ark Encounter

Ask a Mortician - Caitlin Doughty!!! The adult Wednesday Addams we should have got. So compassionate, informed, and moving!! I love her work and she has taught me so much about what it means to have a relationship with death and grief. Her work deals with heavy topics and you can tell she does this work from a deeply respectful, informed place.

The Lake That Never Gives Up Her Dead

Let’s Visit the Churches Made of Human Skulls

Why are Black and White Funeral Homes STILL Separate? With Dr. Kami Fletcher

Iconic Corpse Series

Princess Weekes - Nuanced video essays on pop culture, race, feminism, and other social issues. Takes time to break down complex concepts, their origins and material consequences. The essay on confederate vampires and the connection later made to sci-fi media like Firefly were so paradigm shifting to me!

Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires

The Magical Negroes of Stephen King

Ro Ramdin - Poetic, biting, and introspective essays on pop culture.

Do Celebrities Hate Their Fans? (Doja Cat, Frank Ocean)

Hogwarts Legacy, JK Rowling, and Trans Advocacy

DefunctLand- History of extinct theme parks and themed entertainment experiences.

Defunctland: Walt Disney's City of the Future, E.P.C.O.T.

Disney Channel’s Theme: A History Mystery

Mina Le - Fashion, movies and pop culture

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO UGLY: The Curse of Modernism

FAIRYTALE COSTUMES: it’s giving renfaire but why?

Quinton Reviews - Extensive videos covering niche topics, most popular for Nickelodeon deep dive retrospectives.

How Documentaries Lie to You

The ICarly/Victorious Saga Playlist

TheEpicNate315 - yea i fucking love endless hours of useless skyrim lore because the conspiracies are so deep and I have to do 0 of the research to get all of the information years of scouts worked to piece together!

The Skyrim Mysteries Iceberg (Part 1 of 4)

The Fallout Mysteries Iceberg (Part 1 of 2, incomplete series)

Mike’s Mic - Silly, goofy, and thorough breakdowns of nostalgic TV shows

Any of his unhinged recaps - LOST, Pretty Little Liars, Glee

Tiffanyferg - Media criticism and commentary

Internet Analysis Series

Zoë Ligon - sex educator, artist, and writer, who also owns SpectrumBoutique.com, a health and education oriented sex toy store. Such a special place in my heart for her!! Her bondage mini-documentary with Midori was so touching.

Sex Stuff | Japanese Rope Bondage with Midori

Channels Newer to Me

Broey Deschanel - a mixture of film analyses, retrospectives, politics and just absolutely overthinking anything to do with pop culture

Elvis (2022) and the Utter Mediocrity of Biopics

Meeptop - rambling about movies and stuff

Who is Dahmer Even Made For?

LadyJenevia - discussing entertainment media content including films, television series, etc. Expect to find reviews of recent cinematic releases, video essays on older releases, and interviews with talent from the film/television industry

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery and The Art of Hiding in Plain Sight (Netflix Review/Video Essay)

As a disclaimer, I am not endorsing any creator fully and if you see someone you think I should not promote please reach out to me so I can edit this list. As a general rule of thumb the more I had to write about someone, the more informed the recommendation.

#if you read/watch this monster list thank you and I hope you enjoy!!#you can really see my niche interests displayed here lmao #send me asks if you have questions! or have recommendations for me!!#boybff reccomendations #video analysis #video essay reccomendations #video essay #YouTube recommendations

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sanguineships · 8 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 / 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅/𝐎 — 🦇🍷

summary:

whether you imagine yourself in the clutches of a mysterious vampire whom you not know, or you are picturing the hungry embrace of the your fanged love one, you will find yourself laid in bed when your heart begins to race. something thirsted for you.

extra : blood, dark themes. sfw, but sensual.

word count: 950~

authors note: i haven’t done one of these before so my apologies if it’s clunky at all. either way, enjoy, and do let me know what you think!

The weight of daylight had finally began to sink into an evening glow. You’d been sitting outside after a long day, stirring a drink leisurely and admiring the rich oranges fading into the horizon. Your emotions were in a bit of an unsteady state and the tire of life was sitting on your shoulders. It was a relief that tomorrow, there wasn’t too much to do. Perhaps a chore here and there but nothing that would be particularly exhausting.

As the sun finally finished its fall, you remembered the full moon is tonight. Hopefully, before you went to bed, you’d remember to spy its glory. Or maybe you’d wake up in the middle of the night and see it. Sleep hadn’t come so easily as of late. Something about the moon had always called to your heart. Such beauty had always drawn you toward a nocturnal lifestyle, but it had never seemed sustainable.

Eventually, you walked back inside and undressed, then switched to your night attire. You caught yourself waving a hand toward your face. A mist of sweat wept from your skin. Regardless of the season, this bedroom had always held onto heat. A sigh of irritation escaped you while you pulled the collar of your shirt, and then in a final gulp of thirst you decided to open the window.

A rush of cool air blew over your flesh, comfortable shivering dancing along your spine. It was soothing, and refreshing. Curtains fluttered toward you, making a subtle flapping noise. However, the screen needed to replaced. You’d taken it out a while ago, and the natural thought of self preservation crossed your mind. Nonetheless, it had already been decided to brave the dangers of leaving the window open in trade for a peaceful, much needed sleep.

After getting a drink, you finally fell into bed and pulled a light cover over yourself. Still you shifted for a while, tangling amidst the sheets. The ticking of the clock was agitating, but not enough to stand up to actually turn it off. The flapping of the curtains came harder, almost like they were wings. About a half hour passed, though, and with some deep breathing you managed to calm down.

Caught in between the uncomfortable state of dream and sleep, it crossed your mind that the wind had picked up. Perhaps it was to rain, although you’d not seen many clouds from the window earlier. But quick changes of weather weren’t the most unusual thing. The branches outside clattered a bit, thunder rumbled in the distance. Without even realizing the severity of it, your heart was pumping hard. Harder than it should be.

Now, you were really caught in confusion. Was it sleep paralysis? Hallucinations? Your half asleep mind did not allow you to move nor squirm, as if something had taken hold of you and forced you into the state of incoherent sleep. Finally, you understood that it was not just branches clattering, but the sound of scratching at the window as something climbed up into your room after it had landed on the ledge. Your heart ran so hard you could practically taste the iron in your mouth, unable to move or scream. It truly had happened, someone was here to take your life!

A soft tickling sensation met your bare neck. It was hair, rubbing against the tenderness of your living throat. There was no breath, nothing that you truly recognized as human. A long, drawn out moment enraptured you with true and horrifying fear. The pulse in your throat was a drum to your ears, which washed out the thunder. Thump. Thump. Thump.

That “something” grabbed you, roughly held your shoulder and pulled you into position. As lightning cracked, and rain began to hit the ground, a sharpness thrust down against your neck. You groaned from the pain, a smaller whimper vibrating deep from your chest. It knew you were partially awake, and lulled you into this even more vulnerable state in order to keep you docile.

After the initial pierce, the blood from your veins left sweet and slow. It was like it was torturing you, knowing that something inside you sang pleasure. One you were not intended, nor supposed to feel. Yet the touch of the hand on your shoulder, the depth of teeth against your neck and lightheadedness had brought fluster. A guilty smile perked from the corners of your lips. It did not mean fear was gone.

This was when the creature allowed you more movement. Your eyes opened slightly, and before you was a gorgeous and faded face. Blood dripped from those handsome lips, your own delicious essence on the mouth of a man you found to be enthralling. He’d found you to be a treat— a special gem to quench the thirst parching his throat. What a bountiful wine press to the monster. Perhaps this is why you’d been feeling so tired, where the mysterious wounds had come from.

You tilted your head willfully. So you’d have what you want. It was his want to drink of you, and yours to taste yourself upon your own tongue. You took your hand and drug it across the stunned face of the monster, who was used to disgust and fear. Both reactions were arousing. With this hungry hand you took him by the chin and kissed him with fervid intensity, not allowing his lips to leave yours before you were satisfied. A confusing mixture of warm iron and startling coldness greeted your mouth, his lips moving with yours aggressively.

When you pulled back, his eyes narrowed from a pleasured delight, a smile of reddened lips crinkling the corners. You willed his hands to dance across your body and so they did, where he pulled you into a dark embrace and lifted you a slight. The storm had calmed with the beast’s hunger. From this position which he continued to take your blood, and you saw the moon’s voluptuous shape enchanting the skies and stars, and gazed as the stormy clouds slowly ate it up.

#⚰️ coffin dreams #vampires #vampire #vampire f/o #vampire fictional other #nonhuman f/o #imagines #vampire imagine #vampire imagines #vampire x reader #self shipping #self ship #f/o community #self ship community #f/o #shipping #fictional other #selfship

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emma-is-swaggy-and-epic · 3 months

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DISCLAIMER THAT THIS IS THE 3RD TIME I'M FUCKING UPLOADED THIS PIECE OF SHIT BECAUSE TUMBLR KEEPS FUCKING UP MY IMAGE LAYOUT WHENEVER I POST IT SO IF THIS SHIT DOES THAT AGAIN I'M NOT GONNA FUCKING FIX IT BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO EMBED ALL THE LINKS TO THE BASES I USED AND WRITE DOWN ALL THE TAGS ALL OVER AGAIN

X / X / X / X / X / X

Ngl it was relatively easy to think of pony names for these characters since i've had the idea to make this for a while so i've had a lot of time to think about it lol

For yuriko: i chose the name "flawless lace" because in her regular form, i specifically chose the name "yuriko" for her because it means "perfect" so i wanted to try and include that aspect into her pony name. Some considered names for her were "perfect storm" and "lily lace" since the "yuri" part of her name means "lily" (though i decided against it bc i remembered that's the name of an actual pony in MLP...) the markings on her legs are meant to sorta mirror the stockings she wears in her usual form

For sprite: i chose the name "baby carrot" simply because that was a actual name i considered for her normal form before i decided on "sprite" (which is kinda funny since a big part of sprite's character is that she likes apples.....a food that is basically as different from carrots as it can get) she is a goat-alicorn hybrid because she's normally a deltarune OC, specifically a fankid of kris and ralsei; with the latter being a prince from the dark who is also a goat monster

For carrie: a big part of her backstory is that she named herself, she's literally a carrot that decided to be human one day (...or pony, in this case) and is trying to fit into civilsation as best she can; so i tried to give them a pony name that sorta fits that, and so i named them "carrot mulch" because i could totally imagine her trying to introduce themself to someone and doing that one trope in movies where the main character doesn't want to share their real name and just looks around the room for things to call themself lol. I also decided to make her a blank-flank since she probably hasn't spent that long a time as a pony and therefore wouldn't have a cutie mark despite appearing fully grown

For makeighlyn i feel like my choices are pretty straight forward, the character is a girls' flash game mascot created by a christian fundamentalist cult who somehow escaped into the real world and now works as a demon slayer so i decided to give her a name and cutie mark that reflects that. The only thing that i feel is worth mentioning is that i find it interest how the amount of pink in her design makes the blue in her hair look a lot darker...either that or i might've accidentally hue-shifted it or something

Choese is another pretty straightforward one, he's a flirty cheese-themed mouseboy so i gave him a heart-shaped cheese cutie mark and named him "gouda squeaks" because he's a fucking rodent. (Sidenote: i love smoked gouda so goddamn much omg)

Lastly for crystalline i decided to make her a breezie since she's normally a fairy and y'know....breezies are just the MLP equivalent to fairies....i also decided to name her "fee-fee breezie" since breezies usually have really cutesy names in the show (some of them straight up have references to their species in their names), the "fee-fee" part of her name is short for "feelings" since crystalline is an emotion fairy

Y'know when i first created crystalline back when i was like, 10 i was going through a phase where i just VIOLENTLY hated things for no reason (specifically things from MLP such as the vampire fruit bats, flurry heart and the manta hawk from the IDW comics) to the point that i would make them out of polymer clay JUST so i can make my pony toys kill them (i was a weird kid, needless to say) one of these things being the breezies....so ngl i feel like the fact that i made crystalline a breezie is really fucking ironic lol

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Hello!

I was doing a deep dive into the history of vampire literature and my mind was blown when I heard about “The Black Vampyre: A Legend of St. Domingo” published pre-bram stoker Dracula, in America 1819. Maybe it’s bad to say but if never heard of it before. It was really revolutionary, and the first of its kind of many things. A comedic study that explored themes of slavery, interracial marriage, and had a mixed race protagonist, a (possibly ambiguous?) vampire child character AND was literally one of the first anti-slavery stories.

I’d be so curious if Anne Rice ever read it and if Rolin or any of the show writers came across it during research. I’ve not read it yet but wanted to ask you if you’d come across it before?

Hey!

I have not read it, but I have actually just gone and ordered a copy.

For now:

I went through the Vampire Companion, and while I do not know if Anne read that book (maybe someone else knows?) there are some... let's say interesting tidbits that could connect:

Saint-Domingue The French name for Haiti, a former French colony. Lestat claims to be married to an heiress from this island when he first becomes a vampire; the claim is part of his disguise while dealing with Pierre Roget, his lawyer. Two centuries later, Lestat is in this country when he sorts through his doubts about Akasha's plan. They argue and Lestat perceives Akasha's weakness: she needs an allv to confirm her vision. (VL 118, QD 391-398)

and

Haiti The Caribbean island where Lestat and Akasha go following the slaughter they perpetrated on Lynkonos. Overcome with shame at his participation, Lestat resists Akasha here, even though the island of Haiti has been the scene of male violence for over four hundred years. Lestat ironically refers to Haiti as the "Garden of God," for revolution, aggression, slavery, and bloodbaths have turned this virtual paradise into a land of mud and poverty. It is in Haiti that Lestat begs Akasha to bring him to the other surviving vampires who are currently in California. (QD 391 , 395)

Now... I'm not sure if that is indicative of her having have had the knowledge of the book (as I do not know the content of it yet), but it kinda seems that she could have, and I would think the show maybe does, too. (Obviously the QotD arc might give a bit more away here, so the future will tell I guess.) And of course the child vampire might parallel other things as well, though if Anne might have read it before or after or maybe because of that...? Sheer speculation^^

But the themes of the book you described definitely make one listen up, right?!!!

So thank you for putting me to it, I'll come back to it when I've read it.

And if someone who has read it wishes to weigh in, please do so!

#Anonymous #asks #the black vampyre #anne rice #ask nalyra #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #queen of the damned

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darklydeliciousdesires · 6 months

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Four.

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Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

Deluge. Downpour. White blankets swathed the surroundings in every single direction as John carefully negotiated his Austin Twenty over the rapidly freezing roads, shuddering as he did. The temperature had dropped to a bitter minus five, but he wasn’t about to let a little thing like sub-zero temperatures and weather that bordered upon a blizzard stop him from reaching Little Aston. Besides, it had only taken such a severe turn once he was over halfway there.

At seeing the stone wall bearing the engraving ‘Georgian House’, he sighed with relief. Turning in, he was about to jump out and open up the gate when he saw a figure come trudging down the drive, a well-dressed man opening the high, iron structure and waving him through.

“Carry on straight up, Mr Shelby. Ma’am is awaiting you.”

“Bloody hell,” John muttered with a smirk as he continued up the drive, “her butler looks older than she is.” The drive was not long at all, John pulling the car alongside a beautiful, black Rolls Royce outside of what looked to be an old coach house, picking up the bottle of whiskey he’d brought with him. Tommy had advised him there, telling him it wasn’t polite to turn up to the home of a woman who appeared to be in such high standing empty handed.

“Allow me, sir.”

Pushing a hand past where he reached to rap the large, brass knocker upon the door, the butler let them into the house, pausing upon the other side of the heavy door. “May I take your coat and cap, sir?”

“Ta. Oh, mind ya fingers on the peak.”

The butler looked between the young man and the razorblade adorned cap a little distastefully, raising an eyebrow. “Sir.”

He aimed for non-judgmental, but it didn’t land at all, John’s smirk widening as he turned at the sound of a door creaking open, the only person within the walls of Georgian House whose opinion he gave a damn about walking towards him.

Taking her in, he gulped, seeing how incredibly beautiful she looked. Her hair tumbled in a cascade of curls, her peacock printed silk robe flowing with all the elegance she carried herself with. It was belted low, low enough to reveal that she wore no brassiere beneath. His heartbeat amped a few notches.

“I almost ventured out to see if you had become stuck along the way!” Reaching for him, she pressed a kiss to his lips, humming happily.

“Er, yeah. Sorry an’ all for being late. Fucking coming down in buckets out there, it is.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, it truly is no bother. I anticipated as much. Oh, and you brought whiskey, how splendid. Now, cook has prepared dinner for us, but it shall keep. Let’s head to the sitting room and warm you up. You are colder than I am!”

He let her take his hand, John’s eyes everywhere as they walked to the right across the checkerboard tiled welcome hall of the homestead. Fine art hung upon the baroque embossed, black wallpaper, the ceilings white, a gigantic chandelier twinkling above them. He shuddered to think how many zeros its price carried.

The sitting room was equally as opulent, the hardwood beneath his boots almost black in colour, rich tones of claret and burgundy decorating the space, pops of brightness offered by the cream settee, mounted in gilt framework. He almost didn’t dare sit down, save making the place look somehow untidy. There was even a polar bear rug upon the floor, complete with head.

He nodded in the direction of the skinned beast, its teeth bared. “Imagine having to take that down when it was alive. Blimey.”

“There’s no imagining,” Bryn spoke, taking the whiskey from him and moving to the small bar area, pouring out two measures into cut crystal glasses. “I did take it down. Perhaps one of my finest hunting trophies. I feel there is a sense of pride to hunt for your own furnishings.”

Moving to sit beside him, she proffered the glass forth, resting her hand to his thigh. The feel of him beside her, his scent, oh. She had missed him. “I must add, though, it was not a merciless slaughter. The beast was stalking some human friends of mine who live on the northern island of Svalbard in Norway. I waited until nightfall for doing a little stalking of my own once it had returned to their cabin, intent on feeding upon them. We vampires are very proficient with the removal of predators who make a pest of themselves.”

He looked impressed, but his following question had nothing to do with the method to which Bryn had procured herself such a rug. “Was them people doing for you what Alfie’s men do when you’re in London, or like how you want us to do for you here? I’ve got news about that, by the way.”

“Not exactly,” she began, leaning back against the comfortable assortment of cushions padding out the settee. “My friends in Norway offer a different type of exchange, blood for protection. I do not feed upon Alfie’s men. The Jews consider this an unholy alliance, so my relationship with them is merely that of daylight protection for monetary recompense. Since vampires have existed, there have been families of humans to know about us, secret keepers as they are known.

“We feed upon them for the exchange of protection. Gypsies commonly do this, of course your blood being so very beautiful in palette to us. You know of that already, though. Your family were not the only ones to give us up to the Rasmussen’s, though. This is another reason why we are becoming so few in number these days. Because out of feeding preference, many of us aligned ourselves to gypsies, since their betrayal of our kind our food source has become scarce.”

“And that’s affected you too, right?” he asked, Bryn shaking her head.

“Not for me personally, no. The people who work on my staff are from a long line of secret keepers whom I aligned myself with centuries ago. My butler, Albert is the grandfather of the family, my cook, Bettie is his wife, and my housekeeper, Elsie is one of their granddaughters.

“Their grandson, Luke, he also works for me, but on the side of my business. He just telephoned to say he has taken lodgings at a hotel within the city centre as the roads are becoming perilous. He is currently assisting me in helping curate a number of new exhibitions at Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. This is the reason why I came to Birmingham in the first place.” Sipping her whiskey, it then dawned on her. “Gods above, here I am, prattling away! You said you had news?”

He shrugged lightly. “No bother. I like hearing all about your life. So, I told our Tommy and me aunt Pol, tried to with Arthur an’ all but he buggered off and wouldn't listen. Tommy says he wants to meet you, I suppose to get an opinion on you before he decides either way. Is that alright?”

“Absolutely, we shall head back there tomorrow evening, if you intend on spending the night?” Oh, he intended on it, and his face showed it. That cheeky grin. “The smile is telling me yes very clearly.”

He leaned in close, kissing her cheek. “As it should. Besides, I doubt I’d be able to get the car out again unless that snow stops.” They kissed one another with longing, John resting a hand to her leg, running it up her thigh slowly. No stockings. A little higher as she virtually purred against his tongue, his fingers reaching her hip. No knickers.

And she wasn’t slapping his cheek and accusing him of being a letch. Or telling him he had to wait.

Before he could find himself too lost within the hazy mist of eroticism, a small noise of someone clearing their throat sounded over the noises of their kissing. “Ma’am, do forgive me for interrupting you and your gentleman friend, but the dinner shall not keep much longer, lest the lamb chops dry up.”

While Bryn thanked Bettie and stood up, all John could do was sit there lost in a daze of his own arousal. No brassiere, no stockings, no knickers.

Did they have to eat dinner?

Upon taking the first mouthful of the succulent lamb, though, cooked with tomatoes and mint, paired with baby potatoes and green beans, he very much wanted to fill his stomach. “Blimey, this is fancy.” Nodding to her meagre portion, he raised an eyebrow. “Not much of an appetite?”

“I only eat for the pleasure of the flavours, remember.” Of course. He immediately felt like a clod for forgetting that. A short silence, followed, John wrestling with the correct way to ask her the question he had wondered over.

“Right, so if you’re dead, then how do ya digest the food?”

She laughed softly through her nose, reaching for her wine. John Shelby; he just had to know how everything worked. “Truth is, I have absolutely no idea. Something about the magic of what I am, I suppose. My body just absorbs it somehow, like it does with the blood, for I haven’t had the need to use a lavatory since I was human.”

“Well, that’s good I suppose. You’d hate the one at our house,” he began, shovelling a potato into his mouth. “Outside loo, bloody froze me balls off going for a shit this morning.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he winced. It perhaps was not the politest of dinner conversation. When Bryn virtually barked out a laugh, he relaxed, though.

“Oh, John. You know nothing of taking a shit in the cold! Wait until you’ve hovered your bare bottom over a latrine in minus twenty, as I had to in winters as a human.”

“Minus twenty?” he exclaimed, Bryn widening her eyes.

“Yes, it is bitter in Norway.”

“Tell me more about it,” he asked, spearing a piece of tomato with his fork. “I bet it was so different to anything I know, when you lived as a human.”

As he enjoyed every mouthful of his food, a very generously infused fruit and rum cake to follow, John learned all about the Viking age from Bryn’s perspective. Her life had been a hard toil, farming the land and raiding in the summer months with Bjorn, her then-husband, the man she had loved and sadly lost to battle.

“Losing him was terrible, but our son, Sigurd, he thrived. He travelled far and wide to trade, made me so very proud as a mother, even though I could only ever watch him live as an adult from the shadows. He was fifteen when I was made vampire, with a wife of his own and a child on the way. It saddens me that I was not able to truly be there to witness it.”

“Why not?” he asked, thanking her when she topped up his wine. He wasn’t a wine drinker at all, but the red she decanted from the crystal bottle was very palatable, he had to admit.

Lacing her fingers together, she leaned forward a fraction, a sad sigh falling from her pretty, pink lips. “Baby vampires must go with their creator, they are much too volatile in nature to remain with their human family, mores the pity. It is for their safety, and so we may learn how to be what we are, also. My creator was a vampire named Olaf, an ancient being I had the pleasure of being raised by. He was wonderful, but alas is no longer with us.”

“Wasn’t the fucking Rasmussen’s, was it?”

“No,” she said, reaching for her wine. “The decision was his. He was old and tired, nearly two thousand, nine hundred when he decided to kiss his vampire children goodbye and meet the dawn sun. We of course felt sadness, but it was his choice and we respected it.”

“And your siblings?”

“Two remain out of fifteen. There is my brother, Siddiq, who I cannot bear. He resides in a small village not far from his birthplace of Morocco, settling there about two hundred years ago after much travelling around and inflicting himself upon others with his narrow-minded views and oafish behaviour. Then there is my sister, Annabelle, and I love her dearly. She resides in New Zealand, where she and her husband run a nightclub in Christchurch, the perfect venture for a couple of vampires. We write one another often. The other ten met their final death through conflict, and the other three chose to meet the sun also.”

“Have you got any offspring?”

“Two,” she confirmed, smiling a little sadly as she thought of her children. “Alexander and Joy. I do not allow them to reside within England. Too dangerous, it is, for them to place themselves close to me, especially considering it is Rasmussen turf. I have flitted around from place to place for a long time, in order to remain a step ahead of them. My children do the same. The only thing that brings me here right now is my work.”

John listened intently but found himself stuck upon one detail. It was greatly surprising to him, how these creatures were blessed with a life eternal, yet chose willingly to leave it behind. He then supposed that living lifetimes longer than anybody should, some would likely tire of it, having to say goodbye to humans they’d become close with, over and over again as the decades and eventually centuries passed them by.

“You are wondering if I have ever considered such a decision,” she stated, John’s eyebrows rising a fraction. He doubted he’d get used to that, the way she could seemingly read exactly what was on his mind purely by facial expressions alone.

“It crossed my mind,” he confessed, pulling a cigar from his pocket, raising his eyebrows questioningly. She vanished, returning after a second with an ashtray she placed before him. Lighting up, the intoxicating scent of tobacco filled the air, John continuing, “I can’t even imagine it, being on this earth for so fucking long. How’d you do it, live so many lives and never get tired of it all?”

“I sometimes wonder at my tenacity, but you must understand that being vampire made me a very different creature for a long, long time. Once we are made what we are, our humanity is mostly gone. We are no longer human. We are predators, shadow walkers, as your kin called us, bound to the darkness we must forever live within.

“When our bodies die, so do our human values and morals. It takes many hundreds or years to gain a little of it back. As I am now, I am much more human in nature than I was at two, three, four hundred years old. Older vampires, while we possess a power that is virtually limitless, are much gentler than our younger counterparts.

“This is how we cope with living these many lives you mention. Our driving force much different to that of a human. Feed, fuck, survive, repeat. Then, you see, there is the certainty over all you shall bear witness to, everything you shall see in your extended time.”

Taking a pull on the cigar in his hand, he leaned forward in his seat. “Tell me, about the things you’ve seen.”

Oh, where to begin? Bryn’s mind truly was like an encyclopaedia, so many lives, so many sights emblazoned vividly upon a memory that would never forget even the scantest detail of the life and death she had lived. “Oh, gods above, John. I barely know where to begin. I have watched empires rise and fall, been at the side of kings as they have conquered, watched regimes topple and oppressors burn.” His curiosity did not diminish. “You wish for specifics, if I am correct?”

“You are,” he confirmed, watching as she emptied the contents of the wine decanter into their glasses.

Clutching her glass, she stood from the table. “Then let us retire to the sitting room, and I shall tell you some of my more memorable stories.” They left the room, crossing the hallway, Bryn pushing the heavy door open and sweeping her hand, all of the candles within the opulent space lighting, the fire suddenly springing into life. “More of my vampiric magic. I seem to harness fire and energy, hence why my predatory energy made all of the streetlights upon Watery Lane shatter when I was hunting your adversaries.”

He had wondered.

Sitting with her, he felt as if he needed to shake himself into reality. This woman, this earth bound, but magically created, femme fatale creature of the night was testing the very realms of his imagination, of what he considered reality. How was this happening to him? How was John Shelby from Small Heath sitting on a settee next to a vampire, a woman of boundless life and power, about to tell him of the sights she had seen in her thousand plus years?

How?

“As his lover, I sat upon the council of Mehmed the Conqueror during his second reign of the Ottoman empire, advising his proposed attack upon Constantinople. I revealed to you my status as shieldmaiden, but what I did not tell you was that before my turning vampire, I was considered by the standards at the time as a warlord. I led an army of Vikings to conquer upon many a raid after Bjorn’s passing, taking on the position of a Jarl. Mehmed trusted my intuition and experience, as well as my ruthless nature as a four-hundred-year-old vampire.”

His eyes bulged. He hadn’t heard of the man she referred to, most of her explanation being lost upon him, but it sounded very important. “So, you vampires do reveal yourselves to humans, then? I mean, situations like the one between you and me, the secret keepers and gypsies aside?”

“If an alliance proves beneficial to us, then yes, we do.” Reaching for his cigar, she took a little puff upon it, savouring the rich flavour of the smoke before placing it in the ashtray, moving herself to sit astride him. “I think I tire of talking for now.”

Her mouth met his in a slow tease, tongue rolling against his as her hands braced to his chest. He kissed her back with slow heat, fingertips teasing the edge of her robe. “I’m glad you do, cos’ I’ve been wondering how many more tattoos I get to find on this beautiful body.”

Her lips curled into a wide grin of pleasure. “Allow me to reveal myself, so you may count them.” Sliding from his lap onto her feet, she hooked her fingers beneath the clasp belting the flowing silk around her form, unclipping it and letting the robe fall to the floor. Her nakedness was even more exquisite than he could have ever imagined, those tattoos decorating beneath her breasts, across her hips, the designs snaking over the sides of her thighs.

“One,” he spoke, placing a kiss to her sternum. “Two.” Another kiss pressed upon the opposing side of her body, his arms encircling her waist, hands stroking the small of her back. “Three.” His lips met her hip, tongue tracing along the long ago etched black lines, those kisses scattering over from one side of her body to the other. “Four.” The aroused scent drifting from her womanhood evoked a crush of teeth upon the soft skin covering her hip, Bryn letting her head tip back as she grasped his shoulders, purring with delight.

Bracketing her hips, he turned her around, his pupils inking to see the rounded swell of her bum right before him, each orb also decorated with the swirls of two ancient, Nordic dragon tails that ended there, beginning up at her shoulders. Pressing his tongue to the groove of her lower back, he ran a long, slow lick up her spine, his hand sweeping away the curtain of dark curls as he rose to his feet slowly, mouth pressing to her neck while his hands kneaded her breasts, his want spiralling beyond any means of control.

She let herself get lost in him, leaning against his chest as her hand reached back, nails trailing over the shortly shaven hair at the back of his head, her insides beginning to glimmer. “Take me to bed. Now.”

While Bryn might have been the one of illimitable strength, she allowed herself to be lifted, John picking her up and carrying her from the room, up the grand staircase, and following her instruction, into her bedroom. There, she found herself thrown onto her bed, a flick of her hand illuminating all the candles as well as the fireplace within the room, set upon thereafter by a man who did nothing to hide his carnal hunger for her.

Pushing him back to his feet, she had to stop herself from shredding his finely tailored suit with her nails in haste to reveal his nakedness, stripping him of his clothes in a flurry of action, her pupils dilating as she took in the pale splendour of his body.

He was divinity in human form. Flawless skin only marked by the speckling of freckles, lithe muscles, and, well…

“Gods above, I think this is the most perfect cock I’ve seen in centuries,” she purred, her hand curling to grasp it, that and the lick she placed upon the crease of his hip evoking a shudder to run right through him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, lifting her chin, his thumb stroking the bow of her lip. “Just you wait until it’s inside ya.”

The feel of his warmth against her as she pulled him down between her legs sent a thrill of anticipation through her, fingers coming through his hair as their tongues entwined. Their hands pawed one another, all that pent up sexual longing amping, bliss charging over neurones as they indulged in the delight of one another.

It was only the very beginning of a night where fever and passions would soar beyond comprehension.

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