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send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it.....

"All I Ask of You"

Ooooh you caught me in a writing mood! This sounds like fun, so thank you for sending this friend 🥹 🫶🏾

"𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝑶𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖"

Pairing: Monster x Reader - I technically wrote this completely gender neutral.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, General monster boyfriend descriptions, and a creepy haunted crib

About 3k Words

A/N: This isn’t smut, just a little drabble off the top of my head because I was inspired by this ask💖

You didn't know what to make of him at first. When he appeared to you that first night in your apartment, you couldn't even think. You had only just moved in, after all. Sure the place was creepy sometimes—the building was old—but in today's economy, the low-cost rent was worth it. Not to mention, it was a relatively clean, decent sized apartment.

With the help of your sister's old truck, you'd moved all of your things in by yourself. She’d been worried about you being so far away, but 'far away' for her was just an hour-long bus ride. After promising that you'd visit often, she'd reluctantly let you be.

Things had gone well until the sun went down. That's when the noises began. Odd creaking in the floors and ceiling that you passed off as an old building's bones settling and shifting with age became little scratching sounds in the walls around you. You'd reassured yourself and passed it off as mice.

Mice weren't strange to encounter in old buildings like this, right?

You showered and went to bed, determined to get some sleep. You had a lot to do before you started your new job next week. You slept soundly for a few hours before the creak of your bed made you stir.

It's just a dream. That's what you told yourself. But—inevitably—when you opened your eyes, the being kneeling over you was very life-like.

You wanted to scream, but fear stilled you in place, eyes wide and unblinking up into the mass of moving black shadow that was its face. Two pairs of glowing red eyes stared back at you as long grey arms and legs braced over you on the posts of your bed. Its body was long and grey but surprisingly humanoid in appearance. As it leaned in closer, you saw that each limb was tipped in the same mass of feathery, billowing shadows.

Were you going to die? Your first night in your new apartment, with your new job and new life—and it was about to end to some demon?!

As it leaned in closer to inspect you, a second set of abnormally long sharp angled arms appeared to reach down beside your head. This wasn't a dream. And, surprisingly, when you opened your mouth, an actual scream came out. The creature recoiled at the sound, rearing back with a displeased sounding warble. In an instant, it leaped up and perched on the floor at the foot of your bed.

You blinked, sitting upright. You were surprised that had worked—but it hadn't left. Now, it stared back at you, all of its eyes narrowed as it crouched defensively. A long tail whipped fiercely behind it, and the shadows at the top of its head curled up into dark fiery horns. With a low, trilling growl, it took one step toward you.

“W–wait!” You stammered, hands out.

You aren't sure what made you try such a seemingly ineffective tactic, but it did freeze in place.

“Please…I don't want to die!” You whispered.

Your heart hammered in your chest hard enough to feel it in your temples. If this creature didn't strike you dead, you might just have a stroke or heart attack.

The creature narrowed his eyes further. “You are not supposed to be awake!”

You're surprised to hear it speak. Its voice is deep and gravelly, hissing around a mouth full of curved sharp teeth.

“I–um…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…” You offered. You weren't sure what else to say.

The creature stared, eyes boring into yours before—slowly—it rose to its full height. It towers heads above any standard human, its dark legs angled and digitigrade. There's still fear gripping your chest, but your fascination is piqued. Its head turned in a similar gesture of intrigue as it watched you.

“Sorry for what?” He challenged.

“For…” You shrug helplessly. “For scaring you?”

Again—he froze, holding almost perfectly still. If it wasn't for the slow movement of the shadows on his head and limbs, you would think he was a very fucked up looking statue.

“Scaring me?” He repeated.

“…Yes?”

“You think I am afraid of you?” He asked, sounding offended.

A sliver of exasperation threaded through you, but you hugged yourself consolingly under its scrutiny. “You jumped away when I screamed, so I figured you were…you know—scared.”

“You were loud!” He accused. “You hurt my ears!”

“Well, I thought I was going to die!” You shot back.

“You were.” He growled.

That made fear leap up into your throat again. You fell quiet, watching as he gazed down at you. You had no idea what he was, or if you could get away from him—but the talons on the ends of its fingers made you pray for a quick and painless death.

Its lower, posterior set of arms crossed under its chest.

“You were supposed to be asleep.” He said again. This time there was an almost disappointed tone to its voice.

“I'm sorr–”

“Stop apologizing!” He hissed. “You have ruined everything! Now I will have to kill you in a more painful way!”

Okay. Okay. You weren't going to cry and freak out the way you wanted to; he hadn't killed you yet.

“Why? Why do I have to die?”

The creature's head tipped back in a flinch at the hoarseness in your voice, but all he did was let out a menacing growl, sharp teeth glittering in the watery light from the window.

“I am bound to this building—sworn to protect it! You are trespassing in my home!” He snapped.

Your mind raced. Did the owner of the building just casually forget to mention that there was a fucking shadow demon running around the place before he sold the apartment to you? Of course he didn't. There was no way he hadn’t known something was wrong with this place. The Rent really was too good to be true.

You loved this place and its retro, antique splendor—But not enough to die for it.

“I'm sor–” You caught yourself. “I didn't know. I was never told about…whatever you are when I signed the lease to live here!”

At the mention of signing a lease, you saw it give you a sharp look. There was a pause after your words. You couldn't tell if it was thinking, breathing, or about to attack. The featureless shadowy face was an enigma.

“Lease?” He repeated the word on a foreign tongue. “What is this 'Lease'?”

You licked your dry lips nervously. “It's the um…The contract I signed in the agreement to live here.”

The creature stiffened. “Contract? I want to see it! Show it to me now!”

“I–I don't have it with me right now!” You said quickly. “But I can get it up on my phone–”

“Phone?” It growled, eyes narrowing to slits. “Phones cannot produce contracts!”

“Mine can!” You countered. Then a thought occurred to you, “Do you…Have you never seen a cell phone?”

Both pairs of arms folded over its chest. “That depends. What does it look like?”

“It’s um, handheld. About this big usually.” You gestured the approximate size with your hands and two of its eyes dropped down to watch. “It has a screen about the same size, and you can make calls on it…among other things.”

Its lip curled back. “Preposterous! Contracts should not be made on such a thing! They should be made on parchment and forged with blood!”

You blinked, once again disillusioned from the fear of death. “Humans have advanced.” You said carefully. “Most things are digital now…made and forged with metal and electricity.”

The silence that ensued afterward stretched for an almost awkward amount of time. The slight pacing he began to do made you uneasy, but his agitation was even more worrisome.

“If you want to see something on paper, I can set up my printer tomorrow so that you can see a physical copy.” You offered.

That stopped his pacing.

“You have memorized the contract to such a degree?” He asked suspiciously.

You frowned. “Huh? Uh, no. I don't have to memorize it.”

The narrowing of his eyes suggested annoyance. “Then how will you press it to paper?”

You stared, uncomprehending for a moment before your shoulders dropped in dismay.

“You mean like a printing press??—Dude, just how long have you been trapped here?” You wondered in disbelief.

“I am not 'Dude', I am Umbrasa, The Shield. How long I have resided here is irrelevant. If you cannot produce a contract, you must die.”

You let out a long sigh. “Ok, well—Umbrasa, unfortunately, It will take a bit of time to get you a physical contract to look at.” You conceded. “But, if you will just give me some time, I can get it for you.”

“Humans do stupid things when they are given too much time.” He scoffed.

You threw up your hands. “Fine! Give me ten minutes then, I'll pull it up on my laptop.”

Umbrasa stayed quiet for a moment. “Ten minutes?”

“Yes, ten minutes.” You agreed.

“Very well; ten minutes.” He said.

And then he vanished.

You blinked a few times, unsure of what you even saw. But the claw marks scored into the wood at the foot of your bed assured you that what just happened was real.

You turned the lights on, hopping out of the bed, and going over to the box that had your laptop case. You fished it out and brought it to the kitchen table, popping on lights as you went. As it booted, you took a very self-conscious trip to the bathroom before coming back to bring up the PDF file of your lease.

Umbrasa was back in exactly five minutes, appearing from the shadows of the living room like a living obsidian smoke bomb. You watched apprehensively as he stalked into the kitchen. The lights flickered around you in a disorienting way before the bulbs burst one by one. You jumped, startled into defensive mode away from the table as he approached.

“What the hell?! If you're supposed to protect this place, shattering glass everywhere and breaking bulbs is not the way to do it!”

“It needs to be dark.” Umbrasa said easily as he took your vacated seat.

It was odd to watch him sit. His body was tall and limber, and his back arched unnaturally as he folded his legs in to fit under the table. His long prehensile tail curled in around the leg of the chair as he stretched his neck down to look at the screen…A little too closely.

“Well, you could've just asked, and I would've turned them off. I need light to see, and now I've got to sweep up glass and get broken bulbs out of all the sockets to replace them.” You grumbled.

Umbrasa slanted a glance at you with a few eyes, head tilting at a quick strange angle. He did not comment, turning his face back to your laptop.

After a second you frowned. “You don't have to sit that close to the screen.”

“The words here. They cut off and disappear.” He replied.

“Yeah, you just have to…scroll down…Uh…”

You stepped cautiously closer, all of his crimson eyes tracking your movements as you tentatively took your mouse and scrolled down.

“Like this,” You explained. “And—please be careful. A computer is delicate, and you have very sharp-looking hands.”

He made the same strange warble you heard earlier, backing his face away from the screen a bit before lifting one of his hands up for you to see. You tensed, a trickle of adrenaline reigniting until the shadowy talons slowly shrank down and harmlessly rounded out. His fingers were still abnormally long—but they looked a lot less lethal.

You nodded when he gave you a curious tilt of his head then showed him how to work the mouse. His face's proximity to the screen persisted, eyes darting over the text slowly. As you waited for him to finish, you idly steepled your hands and tried not to stare at him.

“Why are you sitting so close to the screen?” You wondered after five minutes had passed.

“This…‘screen’ is hard to see. Its strange light is mostly bright and colorful lines and dots. I am unsure how you see it any better.” He grunted.

Oh.

You wondered for a minute if he was blind, but decided that couldn't be the case. At least one of his eyes seemed to look at you whenever you moved around. He was seeing something.

“We must have different forms of vision.” You said diplomatically. “…Would you like me to read it aloud?”

The deep turn of his head in your direction made your breath hitch. It was unsettling seeing a relatively human-shaped head sitting on a neck at that angle. One pair of eyes sat in his face where a human's eyes would go—but the other two sets sat just above and below them. Only the 'human' set blinked the most. It didn't help that his mouth was basically invisible unless he was speaking.

“Yes. You may read.” He finally agreed. “But if you attempt to deceive me, I will know. I would advise against it; the terms of your 'Lease' will determine your fate.”

Great. Just great.

You nodded then pulled the laptop closer to you. You tried to sound confident and project your voice as you spoke, but anxiety was sitting under the surface of your skin. Umbrasa listened closely, stopping and questioning you often. Trying to explain the way a modern lease worked to a shadow creature that hasn't seen the outside world in several centuries was a time-consuming task. It took almost two hours to get through before he was even minutely satisfied. You were bone-weary when he declared that he would 'think it over' and let you know tomorrow night what he decided.

You sighed at the vacated kitchen table, laying your head down as you gazed at your laptop screen. It was 2 am. That meant it would be less 'tomorrow night' and more 'tonight'. You closed your eyes for a moment and wondered if you should just get up and ditch the place in the morning.

…

When you opened your eyes again, sunlight was beaming in through the kitchen window and your laptop was powered down into sleep mode. You sat up and startled as something fell off your shoulders. As you turned around in your seat, you saw the blanket from your bed had been draped over you.

Had Umbrasa done that?

He was the only other person here…Unless you did it and were too tired to remember.

You brushed the thought aside, carrying it back to your bed and starting your day. As you set out to replace the bulbs in the light fixtures, you noticed the glass had mysteriously disappeared as well. It made it hard not to think about the darkness of night approaching. But as the day stretched on, you had almost forgotten the shadow demon that wanted to execute you for 'trespassing' in your own home. Nevertheless, it all came rushing back that evening; as you were stirring spaghetti sauce on the stove, the lights flickered and dimmed.

Standing stalk still, you were prepared to watch the bulb on the overhead of the stove shatter and ruin your meal—but after a moment, the only thing that happened was the power turning off completely.

You turned and looked around, but you couldn't see Umbrasa. Why was he here?! It wasn't even dark yet! The sun was only half set across the horizon, but you knew it couldn't be anyone but him.

“Hello? Umbrasa?” You called.

Your head swiveled around nervously before looking into the dining room where the shadows were the deepest. There was a large bubble of panic and fear growing in your chest when–

“You may stay.”

You whipped around at the low sound of his voice in your ear behind you, but there was nothing there. However, four pairs of red eyes were watching you from the shadow beside the refrigerator.

“Your Lease is a valid binding contract.” His voice seemed to float in the air around you as he spoke. “You may stay so long as it holds.”

“That’s it?…I can just stay?” You asked, relaxing a bit.

“Yes. All I ask is that you cause no damage to your surroundings.”

Okay, you could work with that. “Nothing else? Just…don’t fuck anything up?”

Umbrasa hummed and the silverware in your cabinets vibrated with the sound. You swore you felt it rattle your bones and echo in your head before he said, “Yes, that is all I ask of you.”

You sighed in relief. “Alright then…Thanks, I guess.”

Before you could think of something else to ask or say, the lights flickered back on, and it was quiet once more. You glanced around surreptitiously, turning off your bubbling pot of spaghetti sauce. When you seem truly alone, you let out a shaky sigh. You’d felt a very strange sense of relief. None of this had turned out how you thought it would. Part of you wanted to pack up and leave, but a much larger part of you wanted to stay put. Running home would mean you failed before you even began.

Besides, who would believe you if you told them that a monster came out of the shadows of your apartment at night? You could already imagine the looks and chides of disbelief you would get from your parents.

The quietness stayed until you finally sat down to eat—then the scratching and creaking of walls and floorboards began again. When you looked up at the window, you saw that the sun had completely set. Would it be like this every night? Creepy noises and the feeling of eyes on your back?

Was he watching you?

Another thought occurred to you then. How long had he been here? Was he alone here, lurking in the shadows by himself?

You put your fork down, a spool of spaghetti around its tine.

“Umbrasa?” You waited, noticing immediately when the creaking had stopped. “Do you um…want some spaghetti?”

It was a silly question, and you felt your face heat right after asking. It only took a moment before two of Umbrasa’s, large shadowy hands braced on the table from behind you. You squeaked, looking up as he leaned over you. Two eyes peered down at your plate while the dominant set seemed to focus on you. You tried not to think about how unnatural the length of his arms was as you forced yourself to relax.

“What is… spaghetti?” He asked finally.

You blinked.

The question was completely disarming and triggered an almost hysterical bark of laughter from you. This terrifying monster from the shadows could end you with a swipe of its hand—but he didn’t even know what spaghetti was.

“It’s pasta—a food,” You explained. A surprisingly genuine smile split your face. “Come take a seat, I’ll show you how it works.

- End

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It has taken me tooooo long to get over just how sweet this reblog is 🥹🥹 thank you for the nonsense because I LOVE IT. I'm so glad the rolling comes across as intended. I needs it in my life 😭😭😭

Fontaine is soo bad 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 I'm so glad you love this little series of mine 🥹🥹

Could you do a quick one shot where someone tries to flirt with the reader from vampire Tyrone. How does he react?

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Pairing: Vampire!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Public sex, PIV, cursing, AU Tyrone, Toxic Tyrone. Dark fic. Dirty talk. Mentions of blood, overstimulation. Slighty bratty reader. The concept of "rolling" is brought up when Tyrone is able to hypnotize reader, but it is consensual. Exhibition kink. This one is a littler darker, reader gets aroused by violence and violent thoughts. Non-inclusive language used.

Summary: A chance meeting at a club introduced you to the enigmatic Tyrone. He was interesting in ways that you weren't expecting. Back in Tyrone's world, full of heavy clouds of lust in the air, Tyrone catches you flirting with another man and he loses his mind.

Word Count: 4,101k

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A/N: Woooo, had to get this one off my chest! Are you sneaking a look at my outline, anon?? I swear I love jealousy in fiction! I don't tag ageless blogs. Toss a comment or reblog to save a writer!

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You felt desired. You bravely walked through the room in nothing but your panties and black high heels, parading around. Back at Tyrone’s sex house, he had been teasing you all night. He combined rolling with wine, and fingering with powerful kisses so now you were in a sex-crazed brain fog and loving every second.

You asked him to roll you and make you do something. It was a sign of extreme trust and you didn’t know where it came from. You only wanted to see what it was like once. If he could truly make you do anything and if you would remember or if it would feel like a dream.

You also told him that if he did anything that crossed one of your hard lines, he’d never see you again. Vampire or not. He promised to behave himself. You’d had many, many talks about your boundaries and his. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

That was why you were comfortable letting him roll you all night. God. If they could bottle this feeling and sell it, it’d be the fastest selling drug to ever exist.

The other vampires and donors, who were members of Tyrone’s club, looked at you as if you were the sexiest thing in this room. Tyrone rolled you to make you strip slow for him and walk around with your breasts out.

Getting pounded in front of a mirror was one thing. It felt like you and Tyrone were the only two people in the room, though he constantly reminded you that there was an audience. And they loved seeing you.

You still had your wits about you, but you had to do what Tyrone asked you to. You wanted to. Your clothes were too hot and itchy and you clawed them off, relishing the cool air that rushed over your skin.

The way Tyrone stared at you…like he wanted to eat you made you desperately horny. And now others stared at you too while you walked around. You modeled for them. Modeled your body. Modeled everything your mama and God gave you. And the men nodded appreciatively. The woman gave you knowing smirks.

You’d never felt more alive. More in control. Turn around for me. Tyrone’s voice whispered through your mind. You turned around, eyes searching for Tyrone. He stood at the other end of the playroom, one of many in his giant ass mansion. This one had dark walls and low lights strung across it.

In the middle of the room, there was a platform where a scene played out of a male vampire getting dominated by his female donor. She cracked the whip against the man’s flesh and tortured ecstasy sprang from his lips. Some in the room watched. There were chairs, tables, and couches set up around the room and some took advantage. There was also a room or three in the back for people who wanted a little privacy.

You, however, only had eyes for Tyrone. He only wore his briefs, so his chest was out and shining against the lighting. He would be an angel if he wasn’t a confirmed devil. You grinned in his direction. He was so gorgeous. So sexy. So otherworldly you wanted to pinch yourself. Come here.

Your foot moved without a second thought from you. You were aware that he was still in your mind, still commanding you. But you couldn’t stop moving towards him if you tried. It was freaky and exciting.

Kneel and crawl.

You stopped and then lowered yourself to your knees. Your wet pussy squelched and you bit back a moan. You were achingly wet, so hungry for Tyrone’s dick that you were ready to sing for it. You crawled to Tyrone, eyes eagerly on his.

He smirked and let you stop, not wanting you to hurt your knees on the rough floor. A loud crack split the air as the whip hit the vampire again. His moan was longer this time. He was getting his. Why the hell couldn’t you get yours?

Tyrone closed the distance and stared into your eyes. “Come back,” he said. His voice echoed in your mind. You felt like you were getting yanked through a pit of darkness.

“Come back,” he repeated. That pit of darkness was endless. You weren’t afraid just…reverent. Like there was something in the darkness with you that recognized a kindred spirit and winked.

Like death.

“Come back.” His voice stopped echoing and you stopped feeling the flighty, floaty feeling of rolling. It was a trip being pulled back into reality, but Tyrone wanted to give your mind a rest.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded. You wanted to tell him about the odd visions and feelings in your mind whenever he rolled you. You weren’t sure if it would give him concern or if he would stop. You had lunch with Nikki tomorrow. You needed more answers.

Tyrone answered as much as he could, but it seemed like he acknowledged that you were unprepared but was unwilling to teach you more. If there was something bad waiting for you at the end of this, you were going to be pissed.

Tyrone kissed your cheek and held your hands. “I’m going to make sure everyone is behaving and bring you some water,” he said. “That means you behave too.”

You smiled at him. He was so damn cute. “I always behave myself,” you said.

Tyrone shook his head and moved away lightning fast. You moved about the room. No one approached you. No one talked to you. You could only guess that it was Tyrone’s doing. Everyone too busy being afraid of him than to extend a hand to you.

They still looked at your body, at your breasts. They could probably smell how needy you were. How wet you were, clenching around nothing. Wishing Tyrone would go on and fuck you.

You were surrounded by debauched people, each giving in to carnal desires right before your eyes. You scooted around a couch where a couple was practically in each other’s laps. They got each other off, staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

There was still the vampire on stage. You stopped and stared at him, at his prone form in supplication to his donor. She was a gorgeous, thick Black woman with tightly curled hair in puff balls on her head. She wore nothing but high heels, digging that heel into his side.

“Are you okay, baby?” The donor asked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the man said, chanting like he wasn’t really here anymore. Even though the donor was in charge, there was genuine love and affection between them. They constantly checked in on each other, knowing exactly when to push and when to pull back.

Would that be you and Tyrone one day? Would you let everyone look at you while Tyrone dominated you so publicly? Your thoughts turned sour as you imagined a future with Tyrone. One in which you start to get older, wrinkly. If you managed to live that long.

“I thought these things were supposed to be arousing. Why you frownin’?” Tyrone asked from behind and off to the side of you. You started to turn around.

“Mhm, eyes forward,” he said. He sounded…different. Like his voice got deeper or he scratched his vocal cords on something. Tyrone’s voice was always deep, but this one seemed different.

You faced forward, interested in this new game of Tyrone’s. You watched the couple on stage.

“I am aroused,” you said. If he would fuckin’ touch you, he’d know that. Maybe you just weren’t used to denying yourself an orgasm. Your previous lovers were ehh. Certainly nothing to write home about. Certainly nothing like Tyrone who could say two words and have your panties dropping to the floor.

Your pussy throbbed and you rubbed your thighs together. Your panties were ruined at this point. You wanted to be ruined.

“Why do you smell so good?” He asked. He took a deep sniff and you shivered.

You huffed, the breathy sound burning your lungs. You were out of your mind with desire. You didn’t have another rolling in you if he didn’t touch you. Your body felt acutely aware of everything he did. He stepped closer, running a finger down your side.

You moaned, that much contact from him was too much to bear. Your skin tingled where his finger had been. Your breathing increased, feeling like a rabbit caught in a wolf’s path.

Tyrone stepped even closer, dropping a simple kiss to your neck. He smelled different. You tilted your head, confused about his presence. Something was telling you that something was off. Something was wrong with Tyrone.

You turned your head but Tyrone roughly grabbed your chin and pushed it away from him. “You are too damn beautiful to be standing here by yo’self,” he said.

“Ty-” You went to say but he was suddenly away from you. Snarls filled the room. You turned to your left and then did a double take.

Tyrone stood next to…Tyrone. There were two of them? There were two of them. Only, the other wasn’t half dressed like everyone in the room. He still wore dark jeans and a hoodie. His hair was wilder, kinkier, sticking up and away from his head. He had a bigger beard than your Tyrone and grills in his mouth.

He smiled, running his tongue along his golden, elongated canine tooth. He gave your Tyrone a wink. “Little brother,” he said. He held out his hands as if inviting your Tyrone in for a hug.

You were so confused, your head bobbing back and forth like you were watching a tennis match. The intensity of the room seeped away to curiosity and nosiness. The moans and groans and curses stopped. There was only your Tyrone and the…other Tyrone. You were still trying to wrap your mind around that.

“She’s mine, Fontaine,” Tyrone said. There was your man. Deep voice, but with a thick LA accent.

Fontaine, the other Tyrone, tilted his head at you. His eyes raked over your body but you didn’t feel the need to cover up. Everyone saw your body tonight, he’d already gotten an eyeful. “Must be special, little brother,” Fontaine said.

He looked at you and his red eyes seemed to swirl in the low lighting. His face clouded over like he’d just inhaled something delicious. “Smells really good in here,” he said. He stepped in your direction and Tyrone punched him.

“She’s mine,” Tyrone said once more.

Fontaine smiled, blood pooling in his mouth before he licked his lips. “Heard you the first time,” he said.

“Tyrone, what the hell is this?” You asked.

Tyrone rolled his neck and then looked at you. He held out his hand but you were too nervous to take it. He looked feral. Animalistic. But you still got the sense that he was holding back. That he refused to show you the monster beneath.

You stepped closer but only eyed his hand. If you touched him, you’d get distracted. Tyrone was a sin in and of himself. One touch and then you’d be on hands and knees sucking him off.

He withdrew, staring at his lonely hand before turning to Fontaine. “This is my brother, Fontaine,” Tyrone said. He introduced you by your name and Fontaine said it a few times, getting the hang of it.

“Nice to meet you,” Fontaine said.

“Tyrone? Explain?” You asked.

“My brother is usually on the East Coast or overseas. It’s rare for him to make it back West. It’s been some time since he’s been here last,” Tyrone said.

“I didn’t even know you had a brother,” you said. You looked at Fontaine. They were eerily similar. And yet wildly different. Fontaine seemed rougher around the edges. Like he liked to pull on girl’s hair while he disrespected your soul.

“Tyrone don’t never talk about me. He knows I’m usually the one picking up the pretty girls,” he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes, but smiled a little. The next punch to Fontaine’s face made you gasp.

You didn’t see Tyrone move. You didn’t see him cross the short distance and knock Fontaine’s head to the side. Red fire lit up Tyrone’s eyes as he looked at his brother. Fontaine wiped his mouth, another bloody smile for Tyrone.

“I’m going to find some hole to stick this long dick into. You get tired of him, find me,” Fontaine said. He winked at you and then looked at Tyrone. “I’ll see you later.”

The threat was evident in Fontaine’s tone. He slunk off through the room, leaving entirely. Tyrone had other playrooms, you’d yet to see them all. You wondered what else Fontaine was into.

“Did he touch you?” Tyrone asked.

“I thought it was you,” you said, biting your lip. Fuck. Did you screw all of this up? Were your days of being a donor over now because he never told you to be on the lookout for someone who looked and talked like him?

“Where?” Tyrone asked. He stepped closer to you, hands gripping your arms. It wasn’t hurtful. It was more like desperation. Like you were the only thing keeping him sane at the moment. If he let go, there was no telling where his mind would go.

You floundered for what to say. Fontaine hadn’t really done anything bad to you. Nothing worse than what you dealt with on a daily basis growing up a woman. Tyrone looked so pissed…until his dick slapped against your thigh. You looked down at the growing tent in his pants. He was…turned on?

“He only touched my side. And kissed my neck,” you said.

Tyrone’s nostrils flared. Without a word, he moved from the room. There were too many people looking at you. Vampires with fangs bared like they wanted some of what you were having. You were confused and horny and you weren’t sure if you wanted answers at the exclusion of a dicking down, or to hope you getting dicked down didn’t mess with your desire to have answers.

Tyrone dragged you up the stairs and to his side of the house. In his bedroom, no sooner had he closed the door than did he slam your back against it. His kiss was punishing, hard, and rough.

His breathing fanned over your face. He panted so hard like he’d just run a marathon. He ran his thumb over your lip, cupping your jaw and tilting your head. “You’re mine,” he said.

His dark, red eyes still had that feral glint. He wasn’t all there, not truly. You weren’t sure where his mind went. But you hoped he stayed there a little longer. You liked that he was taking off the kid gloves. You wanted to see him unleash that tight hold on his control.

“Is that so?” You asked. You didn’t know where this wild, reckless part of you was coming from. This fascination with toying with a deadly creature. It was like you were flirting with your own mortality. You’d spent so long worried about the curse, that you started to admire it. Study it. Tease it.

Tyrone’s grip tightened around your neck. You groaned, tilting your head up and rolling your eyes. Tyrone stepped closer, pushing his erection against your belly.

“I’m not fuckin’ around right now. I’ll allow a lot of things, little doll, but this ain’t one of them. I’ll kill anybody that look in your direction,” he said.

Shivers wracked your body. You stared into his red eyes. He had to know, right? He had to sense how turned on you were. You rubbed against his erection, palming him. He hissed and moved away. He used his free hand to grab your wandering one and pin it against the door.

You still had your left hand free and you moved it closer to his body. You slipped your fingers beneath his black briefs. He was still shirtless from your little game earlier. When you found his dick once more, you rubbed him.

“I can’t be held responsible for shit you didn’t tell me,” you said.

Tyrone’s eyes widened before he smirked. “You trynna be cute right now?” He asked.

“Telling the truth,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled. Too fast for your brain to comprehend, your cheek was pressed against the cool, smooth wood. One of Tyrone’s hands pinned both of your wrists behind your back. You hadn’t felt like you moved. One minute you faced him, one minute you didn’t.

Tyrone leaned down and bit your ear. Hard. You cried out, a big wave of arousal flooding your panties again. “Ty-Ty–” You shivered.

“I’on usually deal with brats, so we gon’ fix you,” he said.

He moved behind you and then he was pulling your panties to the side, grabbing his dick and swirling it through your dripping entrance. You cried a wretched sound. You were incredibly sensitive. Too sensitive.

He hadn’t done anything yet and you were ready to explode. He got the tip wet with your juices and then slipped inside you. You gasped, bucking away from the door. Tyrone shushed you, kissing along your ear and neck. He found a spot just below your ear that made you giggle. It felt good, but was too sensitive to hold for long.

“Nothin’ more to say? It only took one hit?” He teased, nibbling on your ear. He could bite into you at any moment. You didn’t tell him, but you loved when he drank from you. When he gained energy just by biting into your soft flesh.

“If that’s all you got, then you can’t really claim me,” you said, taunting him back.

Tyrone chuckled. He looped his arm around your torso, grabbing hold of your titty like he was holding a liferaft. His fingers toyed with your nipples while he started to stroke roughly, making you take his big dick. Incoherent moans left you, crying with every deep stroke.

“This pussy know who own it,” he growled in your ear. “Feel how wet she is. Takin’ this dick too fuckin’ well.” He moaned in your ear and you nearly came undone right then and there.

He stroked deeper, groaning as he found a new angle. “My fuckin’ pussy,” he moaned.

He stroked harder and it sounded like you were stirring thick cake batter. It was wet. It was lewd. Tyrone had you against the door like he couldn’t wait for the bed. Like he needed you at the first opportunity you weren’t around other people.

Like he couldn’t wait. Like he needed you.

Tyrone had your arm pinned so you couldn’t leverage yourself against him. Your heels dug into the carpet of his room and you were amazed that you hadn’t toppled over yet. “Oh fuck!” You shrieked. “Dick feelin’ so good.”

“I know it do. This all mine,” he said. To prove his point, he angled his hips against until he was thrusting up and hitting that perfect spot that made your eyes cross. You climaxed, screaming to the rooftop with the force of your orgasm.

It was unbelievable. Primal. Beast and prey. Prey and beast. There was nothing but the underlying drive to fuck. To copulate. To poke and be poked.

You shook on Tyrone’s dick while he continued to stroke. “Mhf, gonna fuck this shit outta this pussy till you beg me to stop,” he moaned.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, twitching on his dick while he continued to take his pleasure from your body.

“Can’t stop,” he groaned. The sound of him deep in it made you moan even louder, rivaling him at this point. You loved a vocal man. The way he didn’t care about what he looked or sounded like. Your pussy was just that damn good where he couldn’t stay quiet. He had to let you know.

Whether it was by the way he squeezed your nipples past the point of pain, or your wrists bound by his hand, or the wet and aggressive smack of his balls on your clit.

“Fuuuuck,” Tyrone moaned, unleashing a hot sticky load into you. You moaned, dropping your head against the door.

Still, Tyrone kept fucking you. The force of his dick inside was keeping you upright. You slid up and down his dick like he was your personal toy and you squealed and moaned. “Don’t fuckin’ stop, don’t fuckin’ stop,” you moaned. You were on the heels of another orgasm.

Tyrone kept his same pace, but angled his hips again. He pushed into your hips until you were practically flush with the door. He dropped your nipple and it grazed the door. You hissed from the cold and it bloomed into unnameable pleasure.

Tyrone slapped your ass, moaning as your ass jiggled from it. “So fuckin’ gorgeous. I’ll never let anyone else have you,” he moaned.

And fuck if that thought didn’t send you over the edge. Your nails clawed at the door as you whined, panting, huffing, lungs burning, and knees wobbling. You felt like you were being burned from the inside out and you liked it.

As if sensing your thoughts, Tyrone cursed through an orgasm of his own, your name on his tongue. His hips jerked and twitched, but he still sloppily slammed into you. His cum began to seep out of you, leaking down your legs. You moaned from the weird sensation. You were full and not full enough.

Each encounter with Tyrone felt like he was splitting you in half. You lived in a sea of dichotomy. Living in excess and moderation. Bliss and pain. Where ‘stop’ hovered on your lips but your brain knew not to make you say.

Your mind drifted into some other realm. A space in your mind where you were at home in your body. Completely in yourself and not only feeling the pleasure, but your overly analytical brain finally shut off.

A silent hum of pleasure vibrated along your skin. His hand massaged your ass. His other had your wrists against your lower back. Sweat dropped from him and onto your back and ass. Sweat gathered in all of your crevices.

Huffing pants of ecstasy filled the air. Tangled with moans and soft fucks. “I-ca-can–” You stuttered.

“Sure you can. You was big and bad earlier, where that go?” He asked.

It was on the tip of your tongue to apologize. To take it back. But Tyrone wasn’t done. He slowed down, letting more of his cum slip out of you before pushing back in. You heard the wet noises and it made you clench harder around his dick.

For what seemed like hours, there was a call and response to your orgasms. Tyrone came over and over inside you, an endless supply of cum. He said he had decades worth of cum to give you. Every time he came, you were hot on his heels. Coming with loud, raucous moans. Your throat was dry and ragged.

No more than bursts of air escaped you. Your face was covered with tears and snot. You lost track of how many times you came. You were going to be sore as fuck in the morning. You were sore now. Tyrone absolutely bullied your pussy and the sick part of you wanted to hurry and recover so you could do it all over again.

“No more,” you whispered. Tyrone panted beside you. Rivulets of sweat ran down his body. He smirked.

“No more, little doll,” he said. He planted a kiss on your forehead. He massaged feeling back into your arms, having been kept in the same position too long. He apologized but that was the least of your worries.

The floor beneath you was wet with your combined, nasty juices. Your legs wobbled with aftershocks from a deep fucking and you sighed dreamily, ready to fall asleep. You thought getting fucked to sleep had been a myth when you were younger. Tyrone changed all notions about that.

You didn’t notice that Tyrone had lifted you and placed you on the bed. You didn’t notice that he was placing you down into a warm hot bath. He slid in behind you and kissed your neck and back, cleaning you off from what you shared. You tried to kiss him back, but he told you to relax.

“Don’t you fuckin’ say sorry neither,” you mumbled before you passed out, tucked softly into his bed. This wasn’t his resting place, but it damn sure smelled like him. Like home. You curled up and went right to sleep.

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