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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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Love at First Bite (18+) | Adam (OLLA) x Fem!Reader

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A/N: You’ve been dating Adam for a while and this Valentine’s Day, you take a new step in your relationship. Written as part of the 14 Days of Valentines Collection curated by @muddyorbsblr ❤️ This is my first time writing for Adam. I hope you enjoy!

Genre/Warnings: Smut (18+), fluff too, angst (if you squint), established relationship, language, vampires, biting, mentions of blood, dom/sub dynamics, restraints

Word Count: 3.5k

“It is too dangerous, darling. The answer is still no.”

At his steadfast declination, you turned your lips downward into your most convincing pout, your doe eyes adding to the air of innocence and longing. The demure look on your face was surely a stark contrast to your lascivious body, perched as it was, straddling Adam's lap and clad in nothing save for a pair of black lace panties and one of his tee shirts. “I only want it because I’m so sure you’d never hurt me, Adam.”

Your immortal lover brought his cool fingertips up from where they had been resting on your hip to brush softly against the column of your throat, his eyes meeting yours and swimming with a heady cocktail of solemnity, regret, and... was that desire? “We’re not talking about a hickey, love. I’d pierce your skin, drink your blood. By definition it would hurt you.”

You gave an exasperated sigh. “You know what I mean, Adam. I just know that I’d be safe with you. I trust you with my life.” An almost feline smirk stretched across your crimson lips. “And I can’t stop thinking about how hot it would be. Please, Adam. I want this.”

As you finished your plea, you began to kiss and suck on his neck, working your way from the corner of his chiseled jaw down to the notch between his collarbones, pulling a gravelly moan from his lips in response to your attention. You were fully aware that you were testing his resolve, fraying the edge of it, thread by thread. Hopefully, one day soon, it would finally snap, because you knew that deep down he, too, found the idea of drinking from you incredibly erotic.

He has actually admitted as much to you in the past. The two of you have discussed it before, almost too many times to count over the fourteen months that you've been seeing each other. Understandably, prior to dating Adam, your knowledge of vampires was limited. You'd thought that if he were to ever sink his fangs into you, that there were two options: dying or becoming a vampire yourself. It surprised you to learn that he could bite you, feed from you, without killing you and without turning you. From that moment on, the thought of him doing just that took up occupancy in a dark corner of your mind and never left.

“Darling…” Adam’s husky growl pulled you back to the present moment. “…look at me.”

You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his collarbone and met his gaze with your own.

He seemed to hesitate for just the briefest second, as if he was contemplating a change of heart, before he continued, “I can’t bring myself to do it, to mar this perfect skin…” as he said it, he brushed the pads of his fingers against your throat once again, touching you so gently, as if you were as delicate as a butterfly’s wing. “...you’re my lover, my partner. I love you, I cherish you, I respect you. You’re not a food source.”

You pondered his words for a moment before responding, absentmindedly tracing swirling patterns along the alabaster planes of his bare chest with your lithe fingertips.

“Adam, do we not have sex?”

He looked stunned at your question and scoffed as though it was the most ridiculous question he’d ever been asked. “Of course we do.”

“And is sex not a primal, almost animalistic desire?”

“I suppose so, but —”

You cut him off before he could continue. “So if you have no problem using my body to sate one primal hunger, why are you so morally opposed to using it to sate another?”

Adam's mouth opened as if he wanted to say something in response before it drew shut once more as he considered your words. Seizing the opportunity, you continued, leaning forward to rasp seductively in his ear, "We both already love it when I submit to you in the bedroom. Think of this as a natural extension of that submission... a way for me to yield even more control and power to you, Sir." You felt him shudder as the final word rolled off your tongue.

When you pulled yourself back to look at him once more, you noticed that Adam seemed flustered by your words; he broke eye contact and looked around like he was searching the room for a reply that kept evading him. And if vampires could blush, you thought to yourself, his neck and cheeks would be turning scarlet.

"Adam..." you whispered as you took his face between both of your hands and gently turned his head to look at you. There was a sadness in his eyes when they met yours again. He looked sorry. Guilty, even. "...we don't have to keep discussing this for now. It's okay. I can tell it is upsetting you, and that's not what I want. That's not what I ever want." As you breathed out your loving reassurance, you kissed him softly, willing all of your adoration to cascade over him in a soothing wave of warmth and devotion.

When you finally broke the kiss, Adam spoke again at last, his voice careful and deliberate, as if what he was saying might scare you away.

"Y/N, my love, I would be lying if I told you that your suggestion doesn't sound... divine. My reluctance to grant your request does not stem from a lack of desire, I assure you. In fact, it is just the opposite. I fear that I desire it too strongly -- that I'd enjoy it too much. That I'd be unable to control myself... unable to bring myself to stop."

You held your breath, completely captivated by his words; this was a new revelation -- he was being more honest with you than he'd ever been. If you were being truthful, it did scare you a little. But it didn't make the idea of Adam drinking from you any less arousing.

His eyes swam with unshed tears as he continued.

"I am ashamed, darling. Ashamed of how much I want it." He blinked and one of those tears broke free, toppling over the edge of his cheekbone and leaving a glistening trail down the side of his face. "And I know you trust me with your life, Y/N, but the trouble is, I don't trust myself..."

There was a pregnant pause -- Adam took a deep breath and he slowly swallowed, as if he was pushing down his own fear. What happened next sent a shiver down your spine and a jolt of arousal to your heated core.

His pupils dilated and his sapphire eyes darkened with lust before he continued, "...at least not yet."

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More than six weeks had passed since that conversation with Adam; it was the last time the delicate subject of him biting you came up. Neither of you mentioned it again after Adam bared his soul to you the way he did and finally admitted the real reason he was so hesitant to grant your salacious wish.

Your thoughts drifted back to that night; after your conversation and Adam's confession, the two of you shared a night of passion that has been burned in your memory ever since. The ferocity, the possessiveness, the raw eroticism. The way he claimed you so roughly, so thoroughly, that you would never again doubt who you belonged to.

Something turned Adam completely feral that night -- the marks of ownership he left on your body lasted nearly a week and the echo of him chanting "Mine..." over and over again like a mantra rang in your ears long after the night ended.

A wave of hot, wet arousal pooled between your thighs at the vivid memory.

A ping from your phone delivered you from your reverie and brought your thoughts back to the present. It was a text from Adam.

Happy Valentine's Day, my love. I cannot wait to see you tonight. I have a surprise for you so don't be late. xx

The loving yet commanding tone of his text message, combined with the filthy images that had just been flashing through your mind, fanned the flames of your already sweltering desire. You hoped that whatever Adam had in store for you tonight would lead to the bedroom.

Glancing at the clock, you realized that you had just over an hour to get ready if you wanted to arrive on time. You'd better get to work.

After showering and ensuring you were properly groomed from head to toe, you slipped on Adam's favorite black mesh lingerie set. The sheer fabric left almost nothing to the imagination, and the strappy accents gave a subtle but sexy nod to the harnesses and cuffs he loved to use on you. You hoped he would use them tonight.

You chose a classic little black dress and leather jacket to wear over the lingerie. The look was complete with a touch of makeup, including blood red lips, and your black Doc Martens. With one last once-over in the mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval and walked out the door.

When you pulled up to Adam's and approached the front door, you could hear him playing music inside, the vibrations from his amplifier rattling the old house. You pressed your palm lightly against the door, feeling as the wooden panels seemed to thrum with electricity under your touch. There was no need to ring the doorbell -- he'd barely be able to hear it, bathed as he was in his own symphony of sound. Plus, you knew he'd be able to pick up your scent and would come to greet you and welcome you inside.

Not even 30 seconds later, the music came to a stop and you could hear the faint creaking of the floorboards as Adam gracefully descended the staircase and strode towards the front door.

As he swung open the door, he stood before you, clad in faded black jeans and his favorite robe, tied sluttishly loose around his waist so that his bare chest was exposed to your roaming eyes. His own iridescent orbs peered out from behind curtains of jet-black hair and met yours with a simmering intensity that took your breath away. At your reaction, a self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth; no doubt he could hear your quickening heartbeat.

"Hello, darling. Right on time, I see. Good girl." He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest and nuzzling the top of your head. His praise turned you to a puddle for him and dammit, he knew it. Not that you were complaining.

"Hi Adam," you murmured softly, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, indeed," he hummed, "Come inside, love, so we can begin celebrating."

You followed him inside, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your jacket in the foyer, and before you knew it, you found yourself in a familiar position -- straddling his lap as he sat on the couch, lips joined together in a passionate kiss. His cool digits danced up the length of your thighs, hiking up the skirt of your dress as they went. The chill of the air meeting your freshly exposed skin caused you to shiver, and Adam took advantage of your momentary distraction to break the kiss and move his attention to your neck, licking and sucking on your pulse point until you moaned for him.

"Adam..." you panted, "I thought you said you had a surprise for me?"

You could feel him smile against your neck, and he chuckled softly before he replied, "Don't worry, my love, you'll find out soon enough."

Your skirt was bunched around your waist at this point, and Adam brought one hand between your thighs and stroked a finger against your mesh-covered heat.

"Mmm... so wet for me already," he growled darkly, "And I see you wore my favorite. Such a good girl. My good girl."

When you let out a high-pitched whimper in response to his touch and his words, he recaptured your mouth with his, pushing his tongue past your teeth and stroking it languidly against your own. You followed his lead and returned the favor, pushing your tongue against his lips to ask for entry, which he easily granted.

As his teeth parted for you, however, you felt a strange movement within his mouth -- something new... something foreign. It felt like his teeth were...growing? In your confusion, you stilled your tongue against his teeth and realized that he was slowly, but surely, protracting his fangs.

He had never done this before. He'd never even let you see his fangs. Your heart pounded against your ribcage like a mallet on a drum and you pulled away so you could look him in the eyes. Instead of the familiar crystalline blue orbs, you were met with a warm reddish-gold. Equally as beautiful, but more menacing, more... hungry.

Did this mean...?

"Are you frightened, darling?" Adam eyed you warily, concern etched all over his devastatingly handsome face. Concern and...lust.

"Yes," you breathed out in a shaky response. "Yes... and no."

"Good..." he breathed in sharply through his nose and you swear you saw the color of his eyes intensify even more as he inhaled your scent. "I'd be worried if you weren't scared at all. A healthy dose of fear is completely normal in this situation and will likely even heighten the experience for you."

You gasped as his words sunk in. Was he finally ready?

“Adam,” you started. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“I’m ready, Y/N. If this is something that you still want, I’m ready to give it to you.” He brought his hand up to stroke your face, thumb brushing gently across your cheekbone. “I want to drink from you. To taste you in a way I haven’t before.”

“Oh, please, Adam. Yes, I still want this,” you rasped. “I trust you completely.”

At your confirmation, he pressed his lips to yours once more, and stood from the couch, hands cupping your ass as he carried you towards the bedroom with purpose. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gave yourself into the kiss, your whole body humming with anticipation of what was about to happen.

Adam laid you down gently onto the bed and hovered over you, resting his weight on his sinewy forearms. He broke the kiss to give you a chance to catch your breath and when your eyes met his, you saw something else lurking beneath the reddish-gold blanket of hunger and lust. Reverence. He was in awe that you were willing to let him do this, to submit to him and give yourself to him in this way.

“Darling, before we go any further, I need you to know that I love you,” he proclaimed, his voice husky with desire. “I love you so much, and I promise to keep you safe.”

“I know, Adam, I love you too.”

“I’m going to time my bite so that it coincides with your release. That way, the surge of endorphins will help with the pain.”

“I’m not worried about the pain, Adam, I —“

He cut you off before you could finish. “I am. At least for this first time. There’s nothing I can do to stop it completely but if I can lessen the pain then I’m going to.”

There was no room for argument, so you simply nodded your understanding.

“There’s one other thing, my love…” Adam began, “…if it is alright with you, I think it might be better if I restrain you.”

“Restrain me?” A shudder ran through you, your natural sense of self-preservation kicking in. Despite your earlier hope that he would use cuffs and harnesses on you tonight, this didn’t feel like the time.

“I know what it sounds like, but it is actually to ensure your safety even more. I trust myself, but I do think that any sort of struggle might trigger my more… predatory instincts. I’m sure I can control them, but why test that theory? Again, at least for this first time.”

Your heart fluttered with excitement at the fact that not once, but twice now, he alluded to there being a next time.

“Okay then. Yeah, let’s take every precaution,” you breathed out with a heavy sigh. The weight of the situation was taking its toll on your energy level.

Adam worked quickly to remove your dress and all of his own clothing before he secured your wrists to the corners of the headboard with silken rope. You were quite literally spread out for him. Like a meal.

He began kissing you then, beginning with your lips and moving shortly to your neck, worshipping you like a goddess as he licked and sucked his way from your chin to your shoulder, pulling breathy moans from you as he went. Without interrupting his oral ministrations, he swiftly removed your panties with one hand. You lifted your hips and legs to help him pull them down and completely off your body.

That same hand of his came back up to cup your sex. He groaned as he dipped his fingers between your glistening folds, gathering up your slick wetness before moving his attention to your aching clit.

“Oh, Adam…” you whimpered desperately. “I want you. I need you. Please.”

“Shhh, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

As he said the words, he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly thrust his rigid cock into your waiting pussy.

“Fuck —“ he gasped, “so fucking tight. I’ll never tire of claiming your perfect little cunt.”

You clenched around him, pulling a deep, guttural groan from his chest.

As he began rutting his hips, grinding against you and into you, you could tell that you were close. That familiar coil was tightening at the base of your abdomen and it wouldn’t take long at this rate for it to snap.

“Adam, I’m — ahh — I’m close!” You managed to piece together the words between pants.

“Are you ready?” He asked you soberly, one final check that he had your consent.

“Yes, Adam. Please drink from me.”

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

He reached between your bodies and moved his dexterous fingers against your clit once more, pulling you towards the precipice of pleasure and hurdling you over the edge.

At the same time that he felt you come, squeezing his cock like a vice, he brought his lips to the spot where your shoulder met your neck and bit down. Hard. Sinking his fangs into your supple flesh, savoring the blood that pooled on his tongue.

He found his release not long after, coating your walls in his seed.

Amidst the throes of your orgasm, you could feel the sharp pain when he bit you. The pain was worse than you thought it would be and for a moment you were frightened. Had you made a mistake?

But then, as quickly as it came, the pain faded away; it melted into ecstasy as he drank from you. You reveled in his moans of pleasure at the taste of you on his tongue.

After a few swallows, he pulled away from your neck and peered down at you; you watched as his fangs retracted and his eyes began to return to their usual shade of blue. A few drops of your blood still clung to his lips and you were somewhat surprised to realize that you found the sight to be one of the most erotic you’d ever seen.

Once he came back to himself, he scrambled to untie your wrists and wrapped your body, limp and spent as it was, in his arms.

“My sweet, darling girl…” he lovingly whispered. “You were so good for me. So brave. So selfless. And you taste even more divine than I had imagined. Thank you for trusting me. And thank you for being patient and waiting for me to be ready, even though you’ve wanted to try this for so long.”

“I love you, Adam,” were the only words you were able to form at the moment.

As you lay there, coming back down from your high and recovering your depleted energy, Adam tended to you. He massaged your wrists and shoulders to soothe any ache left behind from the restraints, and he lifted you and carried you into the en-suite bathroom where he lowered you into the tub that had already begun to fill with warm water.

The wound on your neck was not very deep. He cleaned it thoroughly and bandaged it up for you.

“Thank you Adam,” you finally managed to say.

He chuckled, “You’re welcome, darling. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but I had no doubt that I would enjoy it. Did you like it as much as you thought you would?”

You basked for a moment in how sated you felt physically and how closely, intimately, connected to him you felt emotionally.

Then you looked up at him and with a cheeky smile you replied, “It was love at first bite.”

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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: Request from anon. Halloween is not Halloween without Adam, am I right? Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2015 Warnings: smut, blood/feeding, hints of Dom/sub dynamic

“Hey, uh, listen… you… I don’t want you to come over tonight.” That was a first. Frowning, you gripped your phone tighter, staring at the bus stop sign as if its very existence was at fault for Adam’s sudden change of heart.

“Is… everything okay?” You’d been spending the weekend at his place almost every week for the past few months. After meeting at an underground music festival where you’d helped out as a volunteer, the spark between you had turned into a destructive fire and, after a funny period of dancing around one another in an attempt to build trust, you had ended up sharing the bed. Adam was by far the most skilled lover you had ever had. He was considerate, never finished before you did and God… did he take aftercare and foreplay to a different level.

It had taken him one hundred days exactly to tell you his biggest secret—that the reason for his hiding from the world was not just him being an introvert… but being a centuries-old vampire. Perhaps he expected you to lash out, freak out, and call the police. But up until that point, Adam had not once laid a finger on you without your permission and now, you even felt bad for not believing him at first, thinking he was so deep in the music scene he now identified as a blood-sucking creature of the night. That was until one morning—you had been up all night fucking in various positions—he fell asleep in your arms on the couch, and then jerked awake screaming in pain, for the curtain had not been closed entirely and the sunlight creeping through promptly burned the back of his hand.

“Adam… is everything alright? It’s Halloween. I even baked cupcakes with O-negative in it!” Do you know how hard it was to bake something with blood?, you added silently.

“You did what now?” A low chuckle reached your ear, making you shiver.

“I did. We were going to watch cheesy horror movies and…” Use those new toys together. You’d been experimenting with handcuffs lately. You absolutely loved being tied up by him during sex.

“Listen, I know… it’s because… the blood supply at the hospital is running low. I had my last proper meal on Monday and I won’t be able to get a hold of new blood until the next. It’s too dangerous.”

You blinked. Too dangerous? It took you a moment to understand. He wanted to protect you. From himself. Your lips parted.

“You… you’re worried you’ll hurt me?”

“Yes, darling. That’s why I need you to stay away from me until Monday, alright?”

Mutely, you shook your head. “Adam… I trust you. Nothing ever happened, so why would it now?”

“I haven’t fed properly. I normally…” He paused. “Normally, I feed right before you arrive.”

“Adam, I’m coming over. You know how busy work will be from November and then only God knows when I’ll be able to see you again. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling. But—“

“The bus is coming,” you said. You weren’t lying. You waved so the driver would stop to let you get on. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Darling, no. Don’t you dare—“ You hung up before he could finish his sentence. Dating a vampire meant you’d have to take a risk every now and then. And you were certainly not going to let your Halloween night be ruined by the fact you were human.

Twenty minutes later, you rang the doorbell and then walked backward a few steps so Adam could see you through his window. It took him about a minute to open the door for you—reproachfully so.

“Is it that hard for you to listen?” He said instead of a greeting but pulled you into his arms and kissed you regardless.

“I always got in trouble for that at school if it helps.” You grinned at him and then waved the cupcakes around in front of his face. He sighed.

“Come on upstairs then.”

It was fine. More than fine. Like you’d imagined, Adam and you were soon snuggled up on his sofa watching 80s horror movies and laughing about the bad special effects. You were munching on the Halloween candy you had brought for yourself, Adam was devouring your O-negative cupcakes. Not once had he expressed the urge to drink your blood. Quite on the contrary—he was as calm as ever.

“See? You’re doing fine. My cupcakes are helping,” you said during a quiet suspense-filled scene.

“They are indeed delicious.” He chuckled. By now, you were half-lying on his lap, your palm dangerously close to his crotch. You wondered where he had hidden the handcuffs and that silk rope… Biting your lower lip, you inched even closer to him, inconspicuously rubbing your palm against his most sensitive area.

“I know what you’re doing, darling. Stop that. Watch the film.” You rolled your eyes.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we forget about the movie… Adam…” You whined. “I’ve been so horny all week…”

Knowingly, he smiled to himself. “Ah, did you actually do as you were told and refrained from touching yourself until the weekend?”

“Yes!” It sounded like a complaint. “And now look at me! Adam, I need you…”

He chuckled once more and turned to face you. “Well… I reckon since you’ve been such a good girl for me…” Without any forewarning, he pushed you on your back and spread your legs, your skirt complimenting your form like a pair of wings. The vampire didn’t bother taking off your knickers. Instead, he simply pushed them aside to reveal your glistening cunt to him.

You’d been wet ever since you stepped foot into his house, the promise of what was to come later this night torturous foreplay.

“What do you want, hmm? Tell me. Use your words.” You bit your lower lip.

“I want you to fuck me. Please…”

“Just fuck? You think you’re wet enough for me?”

“Yes!”

You were glad Adam didn’t need to bother with a condom. Getting a human pregnant as a vampire was impossible, this wasn’t Twilight after all—and so, when you watched him undo his trousers and push them down to his thighs, you bucked your hips impatiently, waiting for him to sheathe himself inside of you.

A moan escaped your lips when he reached for your hands and held them tightly above your head, immobilising you for him until all you could do was beg with your hips bucking and your back arching—and you cursed when he impaled you on his hard cock only a moment later, pausing for only a second to let you adjust to him. He’d slid in with such ease you grew even hotter than you already were, your limbs shaking from the growing pleasure spreading in your core.

Adam was usually quieter during sex. He’d whisper sweet nothings in your ear, sigh during his climax and moan quietly whenever he felt your hands or mouth on his length… But today was different. He was growling, animalistic, almost feral.

“F-fuck…” You moaned, the force of his thrusts almost knocking all air from your lungs. The vampire buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. You were wearing his favourite perfume, anything to provoke him and make him devour you until you came around him screaming his name. Oh, you had certainly never left his house unsatisfied on Monday morning.

Whatever had ridden him, you liked it. Adam was being more dominant than usual, almost… manhandling you, using you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing him to angle you a bit differently so he could thrust even deeper… and then you suddenly felt a pair of sharp fangs pressing against your neck. You screamed in surprise when they broke your sensitive skin and you felt the blood pour from the wound.

Adam’s grip around your wrists tightened, his rhythm ruthless and frantic, uncontrolled. For just a split second, fear rushed through you, having you freeze beneath him—but then, it evaporated like fog on a spring morning, replaced by… arousal. Fuck… it felt… good?

Moaning his name shamelessly, you threw your head back to give him easier access, allowing him to feed on you while he fucked you senseless. At this point, you were unsure whether Adam was even aware of what he was doing. The sweet pain, however, paired with his tip continuously stroking your g-spot did not leave much room for any other thought than that of your orgasm which came crushing in on you like a tidal wave, knocking you off your feet. Clenching around him repeatedly, pure bliss consumed you until you were but a panting mess, triggering Adam’s own release.

He came inside you with a grunt, spurting rope after rope of his seed into you. Only then did he move his mouth away from your throat. Blank horror spread on his face as soon as he realised. His eyes had turned a dark golden, making him even more beautiful.

“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding out of you and throwing himself towards the other end of the sofa immediately. “Shit, are you hurt?”

“I… no,” you said, panting. “I’m okay. I’m… more than okay… Fuck… Adam, that was really hot.”

“Hot? I fucking bit you… I…”

“It felt good! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard before…”

Not quite convinced, his gaze wandered to the wound on your neck. It stung a little when you touched it but if that was the prize you’d had to pay for wild sex like that, then so be it.

“I promise, Adam. I… I actually liked that.”

“You like me… feeding on you?” Hesitantly, he placed his hand on your knee when you sat up. You nodded.

“Is that weird? I never thought I liked a bit of… pain during sex but fuck… If we do this again… and you tie me up too… Oh my God…”

Adam licked his lips—without a doubt the taste of your blood was still lingering there. He’d enjoyed it too—you could tell by the hungry look in his beautiful eyes that were now slowly changing back to blue.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes… Adam, I trust you and just now, you didn’t actually hurt me.”

“I lost control. I could have hurt you.”

“But you didn’t. I… this can’t be the first time a vampire has a lover they feed from, no?”

“It’s not… but… it’s rare these days. Vampires used to enslave humans for their blood, keep them naked and half-frozen in their homes to feed on them whenever they got hungry. It was more common with male vampires, of course, but they’d… also use their prey for something else.” Prey. Slave.

Your eyes lit up. The idea of being his blood slave turned you on so much that your pussy clenched with desire. You could only guess that Adam did not fail to notice.

“You’re not like that. I know you’re not. I want this… and trust me, I’m surprised I do! Let me become your pleasure slave on the weekends…” You winked. “Maybe you won’t even need to sneak into the hospital for blood anymore.”

A weak smile played on his thin lips. “I’m not sure there will be a going back from this lifestyle if you choose to pursue it,” he warned, albeit with greed in his smooth voice.

“So? Adam, I love you. We’ve been seeing each other for months and if this is what our relationship will officially evolve into… let’s do it.”

His expression softened. “You love me?” You nodded gently.

He didn’t say it back, not yet. You didn’t need him to. He would when he was ready. Until then, you would explore whatever it was that was growing between you, further.

“Where are the handcuffs?” You whispered, smiling mischievously.

Adam must have still been hungry anyways.

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thedailyimagines · 4 years

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Imagine going on a date with Adam.

Anon requested: “Can you prehaps write an imagine for Adam from the movie Only Lovers Left Alive dating an empath reader?”

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You hummed and plopped onto the couch next to your boyfriend. The sudden disturbance woke Adam up from his dozing, and he rubbed his eyes and gave you a questioning look. The confusion and amusement he felt radiated off of him like a cool cloud of static.

Being an empath had perks and downfalls. The upside being that you could tell what people were feeling and judge how to talk with them. The downside was if you were around too many people at once, all their feelings and emotions could overwhelm you.

Which is how you ended up living in the same apartment building as your future boyfriend Adam.

“We should go on a date.” Adam took one of your hands in his, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“Where would we go?” Hmm. Not many places were open late enough for Adam not to get burned. A downside to being a vampire, but it was something one could work around.

“I dunno...a bar, the zoo...maybe Peru?” The dark haired vampire snorted at your rhyme. The cloud around him was warmer now. Amusement. He thought you were being funny.

“And what’s in Peru?” You waved your free hand in the air lazily. The warm cloud dispersed slightly, but it returned once you stopped.

“Machu Picchu. Saqsaywaman. Qorikancha. Lots of historical landmarks.”

“You’re not suggesting these because I’m a vampire, are you?”

“You were the one who asked what was in Peru.” Adam brought your hand to his lips and gave it a light kiss.

“That I did. And what if I wanted to go elsewhere?” You slipped your hand out of his and booped Adam’s nose, causing him to blink in surprise.

“Where would you want to go?” Adam’s nose scrunched up as he thought about it.

“I’m not sure. Maybe Stratford-upon-Avon. Or Giant’s Causeway. They’re both rather interesting places.” You raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve never been?” Adam laughed and leaned back into the couch.

“I know. My whole life and I’ve never visited either. Perhaps we could plan a vacation.” Adam mused over the thought. Maybe a vacation was in order. He had learned, with help from his loved ones, there was only so long one could spend in their home before boredom made its place.

You relaxed further into the couch, curling up next to Adam and basking—quite literally—in the warmth of his affection. He wrapped an arm around you as you slowly dozed off.

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terry-perry · 5 years

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Adam’s Family

Once again, this goes out to @ladyfluff! It was so great being a part of something of yours, and I hope this isn’t the last time we do a collaboration!

Previous chapters by the aforementioned author right here:

Adam’s Family.

Adam’s Family

After one of the cameramen knocks on the door, it’s opened not long after by a barely awake Y/N. She gives the crew a drowsy smile and waves.

“Hey guys! I almost forgot you were coming. I’m normally not up until past midnight.”

She lets out a yawn as she rubbed one of her eyes with a finger before motioning them all to come in.

“Welcome to New York! The city that’s always up, even when I’m not.”

Everyone is now downstairs in a shop, with the camera zooming in on different pieces of Y/N’s collection.

“This is my little shop where I keep a few things that I’ve gathered throughout the years. As you can see, most of them are pieces of furniture, artwork, and just stuff I thought was quite lovely.”

She pauses to take off a rather old looking music box from a nearby shelf and give it a good polishing with a rag. Once she does, she opens it and smiles fondly at the little dancer inside twirling to a soft melody.

“This little beauty is from the 19th century, as are most of the things you find in here. Back up in my apartment are the things I absolutely refuse to sell due to the sentimental value they possess. Songbooks from old composers I used to pal around with, unfinished statues from artists I admired, and some stuff my brothers have given me of course!”

Someone from behind the camera asks her a question that she tilts her head at.

“I technically haven’t gotten into any form of business with either of them. We all do collect things, yes, but it’s just a habit you pick up when you’ve lived as long as us, I suppose. And lived enough lives.”

She lets out a sudden giggle, thinking of something.

“In fact, there’s this lava lamp Adam gave me that was given to him by -“

The standard chiming of the bell that rings from someone entering stops her anecdote. She looks over and lights up from seeing who came in.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were on your way already!”

She runs over to wrap her arms around her boyfriend Ian and kiss him fully on the mouth. He responds with an equal amount of enthusiasm by lifting her off her feet and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I told you I was able to get an earlier flight! Didn’t you get my text?”

“Funny story about that…”

——

Back upstairs in Y/N’s apartment, there’s clutter that could rival her brother Adam’s. The camera records the different marbled faces and eerie painted scenery, along with a couple of bookshelves she had that contained early editions of classic novels. Some show visible signs of their age due to the slight tears on the spines, and the titles being somewhat faded. Other than that, the books seemed to be rather intact for the most part. The crew now have their focus on the couple snuggled up on the couch.

“We’ve been dating for a good while now. We met through Adam technically. I was there visiting him when I met Ian.”

“I don’t know what you could’ve seen in me at the time. I was a stuttering idiot when I first saw you.”

“I thought it was cute! You were so shy and sweet! It took him weeks before he could properly ask me out.”

“I remember practicing in my mirror so I wouldn’t screw it up,”

They’re asked about what keeps their relationship intact despite the list of complications they have.

“It was a bit tricky at first to maintain it since it’s not very common for my kind to have an actual relationship with a zom- human. Force of habit. It’s one of the main reasons my family wasn’t exactly too thrilled about us.”

She is asked to elaborate.

“Well it isn’t unheard of for people like Ian and me to be together. But normally it’s only for a short while, because the human is eventually turned. It’s not like that with us, though.”

“We’ve talked about it once we got more serious, and I learned more about her and the others. There can be some risks, with most of them involving either one of us getting killed during the process. So I’ve decided to just enjoy spending this life I have with her now. And then hope I get the chance to meet her in the next one she lives in.”

Y/N shields her face in Ian’s chest to cover up the grin she had, and the tears. He gave her a goodhearted chuckle and held her close.

“So far we’ve been able to make some adjustments for each other. We visit each other every chance we get. And I’ve been able to get these cool blackout curtains that I’ve made sure are pinned down to the wall and clamped shut. And she actually tried to start cooking because of me. Which may, or may not, have started a couple fires…”

Ian laughs when she punches his shoulder.

“I’ve gotten better!”

——

Scene changes to a club of some kind where Ian is sat onstage melodically plucking at a guitar while looking over to Y/N at the mike.

“It’s very clear, our love is here to stay...

Not for a year but ever and a day…”

We go back to the apartment where Y/N is now alone on the couch. Ian had left for the airport not too long ago. She appears to have been crying.

“As you know, I grew up during a time when women didn’t get a lot of good options for their future. For me, the future could’ve been to be married off to some farmer almost twice my age. To be his submissive wife that was only meant to serve him, and give him children that he could also ignore. If it weren’t for Adam meeting Eve - and giving me the chance to have a new life - I probably would’ve fooled myself into being content with the expectations made for me.”

She looks over at a framed photo on one of the bookshelves. Zooming in, the camera sees that it’s one with Y/N in a dark Victorian styled gown standing between her two suited up brothers while Peter’s husband Rowan stood on the far right end by Peter and Eve stood at the far left with Adam. The crew are informed that it was taken during Adam and Eve’s third wedding.

“I’ve always been grateful to have Adam and Peter as my brothers. Everyone else did their own thing and were compliant with whatever it was our parents wanted them to do. The three of us were the ones that stood out as the black sheep. Peter was the one that was always openly supportive of everything I did. I think that was mainly due to the fact that he hid who he truly was for such a long time. He’d let me go hunting with him, and taught me how to ride a horse. And he was also the one that I loved to cause mischief with, especially when it came to annoying Adam. His angry face is just as hilarious as it was 500 years ago!”

She lets out another little laugh as she reminisces.

“But he was always a good sport about it in the end. Adam and I had a larger age difference between us, so you can say he was both like my brother and father. Which he pretty much was. He was the one I went to whenever I had a bad dream. He’d let me crawl into bed with him, and he’d read to me until I fell asleep. Even though they both have shown some reluctance in accepting my relationship with Ian - with Adam especially taking some time to be open about it - they’ve welcomed him into the family once he spent more time with us, and they saw how happy he makes me.”

“The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know

May just be passing fancies and in time may go…”

Ian sits in a cab and looks out at the familiar desolate streets of Detroit while being lost in thought.

“There was this night she slept over at my place - before I knew what she was - and some sunlight peeked in from the curtains. She screamed because of the burns she got on the side of her face. I was just worried about what the hell I could do to help her, I didn’t even hear her say ‘I’m sorry,’ over and over the way she did. She thought it was her fault…”

“But oh my dear...

Our love is here to stay…

Together we’re going a long, long way…”

“I had always looked at my brothers’ relationships with their partners, and I had often wondered what it would be like to have someone. To actually be in love.”

“Y/N is hardly like anyone I’ve met. She’s so cultured, sweet, loving, and fun. And I’m so used to being told to settle down when I babble on about whatever. Or I don’t even get paid much attention to. But with her, I feel like I can tell her anything.”

“Ian’s been so open minded about everything, so selfless. And he is so passionate about music, not to mention more talented than he gives himself credit for.”

“I won’t lie, I’m a little disappointed that I won’t get to share certain things with her. Like going to the beach, showing her off to my family, sharing a milkshake at Eileen’s, having babies with her…”

He seems to do a little more thinking; most likely imagining the last scenario.

“But none of that would be stuff I want if I couldn’t have her,”

“In time the Rockies may crumble

Gibraltar may tumble

They're only made of clay

But our love is here to stay.”

Ian strummed the last few notes of the song and shared another look with Y/N while the audience applauded. It wasn’t their approval he sought out to have.

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just-the-hiddles · 4 years

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Hall of Mirrors | Adam x Female Reader

A/N: This was based on an anon request: Ooooh, what about something with an insecure reader and Adam, where he makes love to her in a house of mirrors, but since he have no reflection, all she can see is herself? Love your work, thank you. I took a few liberties.

Pairing: Adam (OLLA) x Female Reader

Summary: Since the King’s previous mistress passed away, all the ladies of the court have been hoping to catch the eye of King Louis XV, yourself included. You are dressed for the grand ball at the Versailles palace. You catch the eye of someone, but not the king.

Warnings: smut (semi-public sex), blood, cursing

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The crowd crushed against you. Thousands turned out that evening for the Yew Tree Ball. Nobles to members of courts to influential thinkers to the common folk were pressing against each other in the hall and outside. You spied another woman across the packed room dressed as a Roman goddess. You vaguely remembered her name as Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, having seen her in court a few times and around the salons. But you needed to focus on why you were here tonight. To catch the eye of the king. It was no secret now that Madame de Châteauroux passed away; the King was hunting for a new mistress. And while the official reason for the ball was the marriage of the Dauphin to Infanta Maria Theresa of Spain, you suspected an ulterior motive. You fiddled with the pearls adorning your gown and adjusted the neckline.

The doors opened and people flooded into the hall, crushing and pressing against each other. The Palace at Versailles was a sight to behold, the Hall of Mirrors in particular. A true testament to the wealth and prosperity of the King and of France. You circled the hall, making polite conversation with members of the court and a few friends. Although there were fishes and other food set out, you were too nervous to eat.

All the heads snapped to one end as the doors opened. Your heart soared, hoping the king would make an appearance. However, it was only the Queen and the Dauphin with his new bride. Murmurs flitted through the room. Where is the king they asked? The doors opened again and six men dressed as yew trees came out and flitted amongst the court. One of them worked his way to Jeanne as the others made their way to other young ladies of the court.

“The actual moon pales in comparison to your beauty.” A deep baritone growled behind you.

You spun to find one of the yew trees towering over you. You curtsied out of habit. “Apologies, you are…” you glanced up for a clue as to this mystery man.

“Titles. Unimportant, my dear Selene.” His arms wrapped around your waist to twirl you into a dance. “Let us dance.”

The masked man moved with grace in time with the music, as though it was a part of him, a part of his body and mind. After about three or four dances, you tired and made your way to fetch a drink. He followed you to the table, but didn’t drink or eat anything.

“Are you hungry, sir?” you inquired, popping a piece of fruit into your mouth.

“Later.” He brushed you off. “Shall we dance some more?”

You gazed over at the crowded floor and then back at your companion, not ready to share him. “Perhaps we could find somewhere to talk?” The man smiled, although it seemed to pain him to show any modicum of happiness.

“I see a dark corner over there. Shall we retire?” His hand already on the small of your back and guiding you in that direction.

“Lead the way, my wooded man.”

Soon your back was flat against the mirrors with your tree leaning over you. His hand pressed against the wall by your shoulder. You giggled.

“I know you are not the King, sir. Tell me your name.” you pleaded. The man’s lips pulled tight. “Please.”

He leaned in close to your ear. The leaves of his costume against your cheek. “You may call me Adam.”

“As in the first man?” Your head growing fuzzy with the wine and the people and most of all, Adam. “Do you have a last name?” you flirted, your finger tracing the sharp line of his jaw.

“Sangsue.”

“A rather unusual name. I don’t think I have seen you in court much.”

He cleared his throat. “I don’t get out much during the day. But I believe I have seen you at some of the salons and evening events.” He ran a hand along your sleeve. “Do you enjoy the salons and the discussions?”

Your eyes lit up. “Very much so. Voltaire in particular. Such a free thinker.”

Adam scoffed. “Hardly. I strongly disagree with his idea of Shakespeare as a barbarian.” His light blue eyes flashing.

“I don’t know much about Shakespeare.” you admitted.

“I shall teach you about his works.” He leaned in and licked his lips. “Another time.” His hand moved from the wall to your waist, his long fingers pulling the material of your skirt up. “I wish to learn every inch of your body.”

“Here, sir?” Your eyes darted around the room. Everyone swirled around the room. “Someone may hear or see.”

Adam pivoted the two of you so his back was flat against the wall, you pressed against. His arousal hard against your backside. “Then I suggest you be discrete.”

He rucked your skirt up in the back, the voluminous skirt preserving your modesty. You noticed him loosening his trousers.

“Sir…” You gripped his thighs and leaned against him.

Adam nipped behind your ear. “You shall be mine. In every way.”

Your eyes focused on the mirrored wall in front of you. You gasped. There was no sign of Adam behind. His nails dug into your ribs through your dress. He lined himself up and plunged into you.

“I am the monster of your nightmares.” He growled into your ear. His hips snapped against you. “But in the end, you won’t care.”

You bit your lip to stifle a moan. You ground against him. Adam’s cock hit that sweet spot. You reached behind you and gripped Adam’s thighs. He tilted you forward and continued to thrust into you. You could hear his grunts behind you and you sensed he was close.

“Adam…. please…” you moaned, your coil growing tight inside of your core. “I…”

His hand slipped under your skirt from behind to find your bundle of nerves. “Allow me to assist.” He pressed against you. You moaned.

“Sh… my love. You will draw attention.” His nose nudged along your neck. “And I have not yet sated my hunger.”

He snapped against you and you came undone around him. You moaned through parted lips. As you clenched around Adam’s shaft. His teeth sank into the soft flesh of your neck.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you slumped into Adam’s arms. He fed upon your blood, sucking against your neck. His lips left a dark mark.

Two more thrusts and Adam came inside you. He leaned against the wall. The tip of his tongue licked errant drops of blood from your neck before they marred your dress.

He replaced your skirts, smoothing down the fabric. Adam kissed the unmarked side of your neck before turning your head to catch your lips with his.

“I shall seek you out again, my love.” His tongue slipped into your mouth. It tasted of metal. “When my hunger returns.”

You nodded weakly. “How will you…”

“I shall find you. Until then…” He grabbed your hand and pressed his lips to it. As Adam smiled and you caught a hint of his fangs, tinged with your blood.

And then he disappeared into the crowd. Lightheaded from not only the blood loss but recent activities, you braced yourself against the wall.

“Madame!” A woman rushed to your side. “You are hurt!”

You reached to your neck and your finger came back smeared with blood.

“It is nothing.” You attempted to step away but stumbled.

The woman helped you to a nearby chair.

“You must take care.”

“Thank you. I don’t know what happened.”

The woman clicked her tongue at you. “If you are not careful, you might seriously get hurt.”

You smiled up at the pale blonde woman, clasping her hand in yours. “I can’t thank you enough for your kindness.”

She smiled down and leaned down into your ear. “We can’t have you expiring before Adam has had his fill, darling. Or at least until I have a taste as well.”

Your eyes widened as you spied her fangs and unnatural light eyes. She gripped you tight.

“I don’t believe we have been formally introduced? The name is Eve.”

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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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Sneak Peek, Anyone?

A teaser for my soon-to-be-posted Adam (OLLA) x Fem!Reader fic, Love At First Bite, is below the cut... enjoy! Hopefully this will tide you over until I finish it up ;)

Update: The teaser is still below the cut, but the whole fic has been posted! You can read it here.

His eyes swam with unshed tears as he continued.

His pupils dilated and his eyes darkened with lust before he continued, "...at least not yet."

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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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Masterlist

**Dividers created by the amazing @mochie85**

Loki x Female Reader

I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas - Fluff, part of the Winter Warmers Collection

On the Naughty List (18+) - Smut, part of the Winter Warmers Collection

Evergreen - Fluff, part of this Secret Santa

A Calm in the Storm - Smuttish. Hurt/Comfort, part of this Follower Celebration

Spring Heat (18+) - Smut, part of this Sleepover

Jól Never Be Alone - Smuttish. Hurt/Comfort, part of this Secret Santa

Other Loki Posts

Essay on Loki’s Costume in S2E6

Adam (OLLA) x Female Reader

Love at First Bite (18+) - Smut, part of the 14 Days of Valentines Collection

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sserpente · 3 years

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A/N: I told you you’d be getting another one tonight! Requests by four anons! 🎃👻

Words: 984 Warnings: smut, period sex (somewhat)

It was perfect timing, really. First, your local grocery store had run out of apples and pumpkins and you had to change your entire schedule to still get everything done on time, then, on your way there, you had gotten your period—a day early, mind you and you had hence decided not to bring your large with emergency tampons in it with you.

Adam was usually polite enough not to mention it. It was as clear as day that he could smell the blood on you—and not just once had that ended in surprisingly sexy period sex. Still, it was the overall circumstances and the discomfort that bothered you this shortly before your Halloween festivities could begin.

By the time Adam woke up and the sun began to disappear behind the horizon, you were already melting the caramel and the toffee for the apples, filling his house with an irresistibly sweet scent while decorating.

“Goode evening!” ignoring your cramps—which, for once, were bearable this month—you glanced behind you when you heard Adam’s footsteps approaching.

“What are you doing?” Amusement swung in his smooth voice as he leaned against the wall and watched you balance on his sofa trying to hang a couple of plastic bats from the old-fashioned chandelier.

“I’m decorating, what does it look like I’m doing?” You grinned. Adam only made a face.

“Your excitement is adorable but I’m just gonna have a bunch of zombie kids knock on my door again and beg for candy. You know last time they threw eggs at my house because I didn’t answer the door? It took me four nights to clean it all up again.” You shrugged.

“Well, you should have just given them candy then.” Adam raised his eyebrows.

“Well, someone’s in a bitchy mood, hmm?”

“Adam… I’m not being bitchy, it’s Halloween and you know how much I love it and literally the first thing you do after waking up is complain about it. You haven’t even kissed me yet.” You snapped, arms akimbo. Adam took a deep breath, then another one—and you knew then that you had made a mistake. Not only was he your loving and caring boyfriend whom you loved and whom you wanted to treat kindly… but he was also your dom.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’m just…”

“On your period,” he finished the sentence for you. You nodded.

“What’s the other thing I’m smelling?”

“Toffee and caramel?” You offered innocently.

“You’re not burning my kitchen down, are you, kitten?” Your lower regions clenched.

“No. Now don’t tell me you’ve never heard of candy apples before.”

“Of course I’ve heard of them, I’ve just never eaten them. Come here.” You obliged almost instantly, climbing down the sofa and tiptoeing towards him on bare feet so he could embrace you. Hmmm… you loved how he always slept topless.

“You’re gonna like these then. I spied up the toffee with some of your… special juice.” Adam’s eyes widened.

“You did what now?”

“Well… maybe it’ll taste good! We’ll never know if you don’t try it!”

“How much longer will that stuff take to melt?”

“I’m not sure. The packaging says around twenty minutes. Why?”

Instead of responding, Adam threw you over his shoulder, carrying you into his bedroom. You squealed when he threw you on the unmade bed and made himself comfortable between your legs before you even had a chance to close them.

He growled, inhaling your scent as he tore your shorts off of you, revealing your sex to him—it would have been sexy if it wasn’t for the string of the tampon peeking out of your slit. Adam simply ignored it though. He was much more interested in your clit anyway, so it seemed.

You threw your head back when he wrapped his mouth around the sensitive bundle of nerves without any preparation whatsoever. Desire rippled through you, your fingers digging into his black bed sheets. This was no reward then… this was a punishment. It was too intense, too much… and yet, your body gave in to the pleasure that Adam forced on you almost immediately, demanding even more. Your first orgasm came too fast as he ate you out like you were his last meal, sucking each and every single wave of pleasure coursing through your body between his lips. You were pulsing against his mouth, and yet once the lust subsided, Adam did not stop, turning the relaxing orgasm into sweet pain.

The overstimulation had you jerk on the mattress, your wincing pitiful.

You screamed when Adam flicked his tongue over your clit—again and again until he could force another orgasm from you.

Time became meaningless. Halloween became meaningless. Your whole body was on fire, each and every one of your cells ignited as Adam made you cum for him over and over again. By the time he finally stopped, you were a sweating mess, the bed soaked and every single one of your limbs tingling with pleasure. You were numb, apathetic almost, and whimpering when he pulled you into his arms and against his chest.

“You did so well, kitten. Are you with me?”

You nodded faintly, unable to form any functioning sentences just yet.

“Next time you’ll think twice before you snap at me, hmm?”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, don’t be… I know you enjoyed this, kitten. Didn’t you?” You buried your face in his sneck, still somewhat dazed.

“Yes…”

“Of course you did. Now, how about we get some rest and then clean you up and then we can go to that Halloween festival you have kept nagging me about for the past week.” Your face lit up.

“Really?”

“Really. And then we stay the rest of the night in and watch some bad horror movies together.”

“That’s just gonna lead to more sex.” You stated matter-of-factly. Adam chuckled.

“Exactly.”

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sserpente · 3 years

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A/N: This is Halloween, this is Halloween… it’s time again for my favourite time of the year! Enjoy this first… very dark… Halloween Imagine based on an anon request. Enjoy! 🎃

Words: 2496 Warnings: dom!Adam, smut, dub-con, stalker!Reader, mentions of suicide

Additional A/N: As seen above, RC is a stalker in this one. Keep in mind that this isn’t normal behaviour and it’s never, under any circumstances, okay to try and find out where your favourite celebrities live!

Wait, this was where he was supposed to live? This place was… abandoned. No, actually, this place was run-down. An underground musician, shovelling thousands of dollars into his pockets every single month, surely he’d be able to afford to live somewhere fancier?

Glancing down at the printed Google Maps instructions you had bought from the shady paparazzo in your hands, you frowned. You definitely were at the right address. Had he fooled you? Those crumbled sheets of paper had cost you a hundred bucks. In your excitement, the fact that he could have cheated you hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Sighing, you stuffed the paper back into your rucksack and crossed the street. It was dark already, the street lights illuminating the asphalt before you as you approached the inconspicuous house, scanning the windows for a way in.

You were going to meet this mysterious Adam musician tonight, so you decided, whether the paparazzo had lied to you or not. Adam’s music had quite literally saved your life. There was a loneliness and melancholy in his songs that you connected to—was it truly so far-fetched you now longed to meet the man behind the curtain?

What was he hiding from anyway? As far as you were concerned, society these days bathed in the attention, glamour and glory once it came to their great breakthrough. Knowing that Adam appeared to be the complete opposite, you wanted to get to know him even more. You’d loved to play Hide and Seek as a child and you were not about to cause him any harm, now where you? All you wanted was to say Hello… to get to know him… and to thank him for his music. Surely, he’d appreciate that!

There! You smiled to yourself when you spotted the open window on the right side of the house, hidden by a bush that had probably last been cut a decade ago. Concealed by its shadows, it would be easy for you to climb up the wooden grid.

Determined, you stashed your rucksack in a corner hidden from unwanted eyes and got to work. You were quiet, of course, did not want to startle him. Not that you could be a threat to him—you were just a young woman with a great taste in music, after all.

The closer you climbed towards the window, the more you realised that you were hearing music. Soft tunes by a range of different guitars reached your ears, luring you further and further. Perhaps you were at the right house after all.

Once the window was within your reach, you pushed it open just wide enough for you to climb in and landed in a messy bedroom full of instruments and books. Oh… this truly did look like mysterious Adam.

As of right now, you were alone and you took the moment of silence to approach the source of the music. It was an old record player, ancient almost. Stacked right next to it, there were dozens of vinyls—damn, he was a collector. Some of these were extremely hard to get a hold of. That was quite some passion you sensed there but then again, nothing else did you expect from the man who had saved your life with his music.

“Fuck…” You suddenly heard a male voice yell out quietly. Your heart nearly leaped right out of your chest when you realised that it must have belonged to the musician you were dying to meet. You swept around, facing the doorway and there he came into view.

An incredibly handsome raven-haired man with a bare, pale but well-defined chest and a pair of black trousers. He was barefoot and around his neck, he wore an unusual necklace. Your heart skipped a beat, your jaw dropping.

Adam. He was even more attractive than you had imagined him to be and those blue eyes… those blue eyes were staring directly into your soul.

“Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?” He snapped, his smooth voice rippling through you like sweet, electrifying honey.

Beaming at him with wide eyes, you told him your name. “I am your biggest fan, Adam. I love your music so much, it…”

“You’re fucking kidding me.” He interrupted you harshly.

“I’m not… Your music saved my life.”

“How did you find my house?”

“Uh… anonymous tip?”

Adam sneered and scoffed in response, stepping further into the room. Only now did you notice that he was carrying an old brown leather bag filled with medical equipment and a surgical mask. What the hell did he need that for?

“Get out.” He growled, narrowing his blue eyes at you. You flinched when he dropped the bag to the floor and when he strode towards you, for the first time since you had headed out to find his house, you were experiencing not only excitement but also fear—fear of the unknown.

“I’m sorry if I startled you, it’s just… you’re hiding from the entire outside world and I’m just thinking it’s a shame that someone with so much talent decides to while away in the darkness.”

“You have no idea about the darkness, zombie girl.”

Zombie girl? Now that was quite insulting… why would he say that?

Adam growled once more. It took another step for you to notice that something about his demeanour had changed. His eyes, you realised. You could swear they had been blue only seconds ago. They were brown now. No, gold. No… both. What the fuck?

“You really picked the worst timing to come here.” He continued. Adam backed you against the wall, your back pressing against a large picture frame. He smirked when you started quivering.

Fuck those bold zombies. He’d fucking told Ian to keep those crazy fans away from him. He had no idea how this girl had found out his address. He would call the police on her to teach her a lesson… if it wasn’t for the scourging hunger burning through the pit of his stomach. That arrogant doctor had not shown tonight—what a fucking waste of time. Now, he was out of blood and by the looks of it, this girl would be more than able to quench his hellish thirst. And why stop there?

Eve will never know.

It’d been way too long. Besides, he’d fucked his prey quite often in the past. Eve never truly minded as long as he let them go unharmed in the end. It was just sex, after all. Not lovemaking. It was all part of a game. And it was a dangerous game he’d invite you to play and even though he’d sworn to stop this a few decades back, the temptation was now bigger than ever.

Perhaps it was the hunger speaking for him, perhaps it was the anger at your bold behaviour boiling inside of him… but either way, you were quite beautiful for a zombie. You’d said you were his biggest fan… surely, you’d be willing.

“You want to please me, zombie girl?”

He watched your eyes widen and when you gulped, he suspected you’d run back to where you came from and climb back down, through the window he’d left open, he presumed. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips when you nodded instead, chewing on your lower lip.

He was so close to you now he could practically smell your blood. Delicious… God, he hoped your blood was not contaminated so he could feast on you while he made you scream his name.

“Then get on your knees.” He ordered with a firm voice.

You gulped once more, your lower lip shivering and then, much to his surprise, you did as you were told without even a hint of disobedience.

What were you even doing? With your whole body trembling, you felt your knees hit the carpet and gaped up at him like he was your god. Perhaps he was. You owed him. After all he’d done for you… if he wished to make you his groupie for the night, that was the least you could do for him in return. Besides… the very thought of bringing him pleasure had you writhe in arousal.

“Good girl. Now strip. Take off that shirt and make sure the bra follows.”

Fuck… he was wasting no time.

“Yes… Sir…” You weren’t quite sure how to address him so this seemed the most appropriate—and it sent a shiver of joyful anticipation straight down to the throbbing between your legs. Your knickers must have been soaked already and you couldn’t wait until he asked you to take those off as well.

Once you were naked from the waist up, Adam sucked in a deep breath, his golden eyes taking in your heaving chest. Your nipples were hardening already, both from arousal and the chill air coming in through the open window behind you.

Licking his lower lip, he undid the buttons of his trousers without once taking his eyes off of you, his cock twitching as soon as he’d freed it from the fabric cage. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. Fuck.

You knew exactly what he’d ask you to do next. Inching forward, you reached for him, stroking the velvet skin of his shaft with your fingertips and watching with delight how he hardened under your gentle touch.

“Did I give you permission to touch me, zombie girl?” He suddenly spat.

“No, Sir.” You replied quickly, drawing your hand back as if you’d been burned. Adam growled, letting a few seconds of silence pass.

“Open your mouth.”

You did as you were told with no hesitation, excitement pulsing through your veins. What would he taste like on your tongue?

You moaned when Adam pushed his semi-hard cock past your lips, filling your mouth inch by inch. He was certainly bigger than average but you’d manage without gagging so as long as he didn’t ask you to deep-throat him.

Seeking support by putting your palms on his thighs, you allowed him to push in further. A moan escaped your lips, sending low vibrations through his length. Adam growled, one of his hands fisting your hair, a silent threat for you not to chicken out now.

You were far from it. The feeling of the velvety skin on your tongue and the roof of your mouth made you squirm in excitement, praying to whoever was up there that he would fuck you after this.

Your pussy was throbbing, longing to be filled by the very man above you. You were sucking him vigorously now, hollowing your cheeks to give him as much sensation as possible and covering what you could not take with your mouth with your hand to stroke him. Faster and faster, he rutted into your mouth like an animal until you did feel the urge to gag—but just when you were about to beg him for a break with a pleading look, he pulled out, leaving you panting beneath him; and judging by the dark look in his eyes, he had already been getting far too close for his liking.

Adam pulled you up faster than your feet could follow. You stumbled, face crashing against his pale chest when he pushed you on the unmade bed in the room, trapping you between the soft mattress and his large frame.

He was behind you within a second, pushing your legs apart and undoing your trousers all the while arousal rippled through you like a thunderstorm. You were dripping by the time he ripped your knickers off of you, leaving you utterly naked for him.

His strong arms snuck around you to keep you firmly in place, his hard cock brushing against your wet entrance. Breathing heavily, you threw your head back, enjoying the silky feeling of his pillow against your cheek. Before you could even beg him to finally sink his hard member into you, he had already sheathed himself inside of you, pounding into you like an animal. Oh, they tasted the best when they were in frenzy.

Groaning into the crook of your neck, he let the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him consume him as he fucked you hard, even more so when his fingers found your exposed clit and began toying with it teasingly.

The whole bed was moving with how violently he thrust into you, each and every one of his strokes hitting pleasure spots you had no idea existed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt his lips on your neck, climbing the ladder of orgasm higher and higher.

And then, suddenly, you felt a pair of sharp fangs scraping your skin and biting down… hard.

Adam covered your mouth with one of his large palms when you screamed, thrashing in his tight grip. He was still pumping into you, his cock jerking at your uncontrolled movements. He was drinking your blood. Fuck, he was drinking your blood, what kind of freak was he? Was he… a fucking vampire? Was that the reason he hid in the shadows, avoiding live shows and never meeting fans? Not a single word could leave your lips with how tightly he held it shut and yet, the sweet pain spreading from your neck and throughout your entire body only heightened your arousal.

Hmm… There was a hint of chemicals in your blood, something artificial. Probably some meds you were taking but at least, you were not contaminated. Quite on the contrary… you tasted divine.

Your whole body shook violently when you came, milking his cock for all it was worth. Adam followed you suit. With his mouth still latched onto your neck, sucking your sweet blood from your body, he stilled with one last powerful thrust, coating your walls with his seed all the while jerking inside of you.

You were panting when he finally released your mouth and gave your sensitive neck an almost gentle lick.

“F-fuck… w-what are you?”

“I think you know, little zombie.” Not a freak then. He really was a vampire.

“W-why do you keep calling m-me that?” You were trembling in his embrace, surprised when he covered you with his black blanket.

“You’re human,” he mumbled, “you’re all fucking zombies. This planet is going to shit.”

“Y-you’re not w-wrong about that…”

“Now, are you gonna be a good girl, get dressed and keep your mouth shut about where I live?”

What? He wanted you to leave? Right now? You were still bleeding all over his pillow… and then… then there was this masochistic part of you that longed to stay with this mysterious creature and his melancholic music.

“Adam… c-can I stay?” The vampire suppressed a rare smirk. In the end, they all wanted to stay for more. Well… as long as Eve was still in Tangier, he could do with some company.

“I never said I’d let you leave, little zombie.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

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