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neakco · 1 year

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Inspired by the above song.

Lies and misunderstandings have caused Marinette to be hounded by press. Thankfully her best friend is there for her.

They Don’t Know About Us

Masterlist Ao3

Another day another lie, Marinette turned up the volume on her headphones and walked a little faster towards the café. With practiced ease she dodged the subtle jabs and cold stares. The current lie had been printed in papers for all to see, she was a homewrecker. Someone had spotted her leaving Jagged's apartment while Penny was out, while last week it had been Adrien's and before that it was the eldest Wayne's. At least Adrien was her friend and actually her age.

She entered the café and sighed, finally she was safe from the cold eyes judging her every blink. The owners here knew her and not only had they threatened legal action against the media if they were caught harassing any customers, but they had also installed tinting on all the windows to make it impossible to look in. They also treated her just the same as any other customer, it was relaxing. Still she selected a back booth with clear escapes routes.

She had only just sat with her coffee when a tall women with long dark hair and a bright maxi skirt approached, “Is this seat free?”

“I am sorry but I am meeting….” She cut herself off as she recognized the bright blue eyes of her best friend and smiled, “you, I am meeting you.”

“That seems rather convenient now doesn’t it?”

“I missed you Birdie.”

“Missed you too bug, been getting harder to escape reporters “

She sighed and glanced at the pack just waiting for her to leave. “Is it wrong of me to hope for a new super villain to distract them?”

“Nette, no”

“Nette, yes.” Mischief flashed briefly across her face before she smoothed it into something neutral, “It would only be for a month, maybe two, than Ladybug would swoop in to defeat me.”

Her friend had the audacity to laugh, “You don’t swoop.”

There was a pleasant thud as her head hit the table, “I know, swooping is trademarked by your family, bit this is exhausting. How am I supposed to keep clients when every consultation ends as a front page scandal?” Dexterous fingers pried her chin up and forced her to look at her coffee, “Sorry Tim, this is supposed to be us time, work stays at the door.”

He laughed quietly before dramatically pouting, “Here I am all dressed up pretty just for you and not one single compliment.”

She sat up straight and made an obvious show of studying his outfit. “You do look very pretty, is that skirt one of mine?”

“Of course, who else includes pockets?”

“Oh, I have a list if you want.” She pulled out her phone already knowing she would have no need for it. “If you had let me know you were interested in skirts I could have made you some in your colours so you wouldn’t have needed to steal one of Steph’s.”

“Maybe next time.” He placed a hand over hers, forcing the phone down. “Seriously though Nette, anything you need, I am here for you.” He paused, “Unless it is murder, than you need Jay or The Gremlin.”

“I thought they were reformed.”

“They are, but I am positive they would do it if you promised to bake them pastries.”

This brought a more genuine laugh to her lips, “Thanks love, but you know me, I have a plan. I just had to step up the timeline a bit.”

“Your going to do a reveal?” His eyes were wide. She couldn’t tell if it was from anticipation or shock. “Are you aiming for fashion week or a private show?”

She took a wistful drink before settling on her words, “If fashion week wasn’t months away I would wait. I just can’t deal with this palatable hatred for that long.” His hands tightened on hers, he could probably tell she was close to a panic attack. “I have enough designs ready right now, and enough of my friends owe me favours that I will have no shortage of models.”

“Than what do you need?”

“A venue. The good ones are either all booked or cost more than I think they’re worth.”

Tim started to massage her palm, “Did you forget that I am rich?”

“I don’t want the press to label you as another member of my harem.”

His phone dinged and he pulled it out with a flourish, “Look at that, I appear to have placed a rather large commission and paid in advance.”

Her phone lit up with the request, “You already knew this would be my plan and figured out where it would fall apart. How did you time it so well?”

“I keyed a timer to start when I said a certain sentence.”

“You are ridiculous.”

He hummed as he took a drink of her rapidly cooling coffee. “But you love me anyway.”

“I do.”

“You forgot the most important part.”

“Did I now?” Is this what being relaxed felt like?

“Be it hate, rumors or glares, why should we care? None of them actually know us.” She blushed at the affection radiating off of him. “They don’t know how much you care about everyone, how much of yourself you put into everything you do. No just for me or your friends, but to anyone in need.” He leaned forward and made sure to hold her other hand as well. “Those that matter care and those that don’t care don’t matter.” He suddenly dropped her hands and stood to adjust his skirt before offing her a hand up.

“Tim?”

“Let’s see how fast those paparazzi really are?”

She laughed and took his hand as he led her at a run through the back door and into the ally, pausing only to make sure she was ready before sprinting towards the wall.

She followed with a laugh, the vultures could try to give chase, but the roofs were hers.

#spotify #maribat #song fic #they don't know about us #rin writes #timari #i live

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alltimefail-sims · 1 year

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A Bonus Strangerville Lookbook Ft. Margaret "Maggie" Pries

For better or worst, everyone in The Bay knows the Pries' eldest daughter. Few are surprised when she goes missing (considering her explosive and unpredictable history), but even fewer are surprised when her obituary is in the news less than a month later. There is one question, however, that the locals share with the grieving, reclusive Pries family: what actually happened to Maggie the night her car broke down in Strangerville?

If you're interested in more details regarding my Strangerville story, the introductory post can be found HERE. If you like this lookbook, I’d also recommend you check out the other parts (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) to learn about the main characters I showcased! ♡

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[1] Hair, necklace, sweater, jeans, shoes [2] Bandana, hair, mini sweater, top, pants [3] Hair, fishnet top, dress, scrunchie, socks, boots, cigarette acc. [4] Hair, earrings, dress**, socks, purse acc. [5] Hair, necklace*, cardigan, dress, tights, shoes [6] Hair, school uniform, socks, shoes [7] Hat, top, pants [8] Necklace, shirt, shorts, tights, shoes, cigarette acc.* Eyeshadow [1][2*][3*], eyeliner (ava), blush, lipstick [shock wave & gothic kiss][2], tears*, nosebleed - bloodtw obviously, body scars

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raineandsky · 1 year

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Frienemies

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

The cafe is quiet by this time of night. Jace has already been sitting there for ten anxious minutes, the only other patron, when the bell over the door finally announces a new visitor. They stand a little too quickly as Maxi flings the door open with a content sigh, only just keeping their emotions in check as the criminal throws their arms around their neck.

“Long time no see!” they proclaim brightly. Jace carefully pries them off them, catching the uncertain frown they get at the gesture.

“Did you hear the news?” they ask flatly, and Maxi shrugs lazily as they settle down at the table.

“About [Superhero]? Yeah.” They reach across to steal a sip of Jace’s drink. They tag on a heartless “tragic,” when they don’t sit down as well.

“Apparently [Villain] got him.”

Their hand pauses halfway to returning the cup to its saucer. “Yeah. They clearly had a grudge,” Maxi offers, but it’s nowhere near genuine. Jace scoffs.

“Heroes are meant to have their villains. What were they thinking, going off like that and killing someone so important? As if we’re not already at war.”

Maxi’s eyebrows pinch slightly. “Maybe… they wanted to make a change to the heroes. Not the most wonderful set of people.”

“After this, though–” Jace trains their stare intensely onto Maxi. “I bet [Hero] will want them dead.”

Their gaze flits up to meet theirs for a moment, caught off guard, before it returns back down to the table in front of them. “Hopefully not. Maybe one day [Hero] will see it was for them.”

Jace slides the drink across the table to their companion. “I doubt that. Have the rest – I’ve lost my appetite.”

“You’ve lost your appetite for a drink?” Maxi says with a confused frown, but Jace doesn’t even grace them with a reply as they turn on their heel and disappear into the evening on their own.

There’s a warm spring breeze on the roof this evening. The hero’s usual outfit makes the pleasantness of the weather almost suffocating so they watch the city living its life, focusing on the tiny lights moving below instead of what’s about to happen.

The metal door clunks loudly off the wall behind them, and their hard gaze meets with the villain’s enthusiastic one as they turn, though they don’t miss the slight nervous glaze over it.

“Odd place for a fight, isn’t it?” they call across the rooftop. They stay uncharacteristically in the safety of the stairwell doorway, several metres away. “You want to throw me off it? You mad at me about your loser of a boss?”

“You went for [Superhero],” the hero emphasises coldly.

The villain shrugs nonchalantly, though there’s a flash of uncertainty when the hero reaches into their belt. “It’s been a long time coming, hasn’t it? He deserved it.”

“He didn’t deserve to die.” The metallic sheen of their weapon catches in the dull lamplight. The villain doesn’t miss it. “Maybe you do, though, for ever thinking he did.”

The safety catch of the hero’s gun clicks as it comes off, and the villain flinches at the sound. They laugh, the usual confidence of the sound lacking. “You spoke to… a civilian, right? Surely they told you why I had to do what I did.”

“I don’t take civilian advice on heroic matters.” They raise the gun towards their nemesis. The villain only has a second to register what they’re doing before the gun fires with a deafening crack. The sound, accompanied by the brick crumbling just above their shoulder, is enough to set them in motion.

They dart back down the stairs and the hero gives chase. A second clap follows them, the bullet plinking off the handrail next to them, dangerously, terrifyingly, threateningly close. The villain throws the door open at the bottom without a single regard, deliriously free in the open air.

The feeling is only fleeting as a bang follows them out of the tower. Something rips through their coat and they stumble. They catch themself, barely slowing down – they can’t stop moving now. This isn’t something they can fix with the hero. They’ll have to take it up with Jace. They can’t do that if they’re shot before then, though.

“[Villain]!” the hero shouts hoarsely over the echoing car park. They don’t stop, don’t look back, don’t even think about them as they skid to slow themself for the corner. Once they’re around this building the villain have the entire city to lose them in. They’ve made it.

“Maxi!” the hero tries again, the resentment lost to a barely hidden desperation. The villain doesn’t give the name the time of day, escaping around the building and into the city.

(Part 4)

#writing #creative writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #writblr #heroes and villains #hero x villain #no one asked but i wanted it!! its too late i wrote it now!!#think imma write a similar one to this like. the two personas acting way different lmao #but plan it. better?? like the concept so i wanna get it right #lemme know if yall wanna see that!! imma do it anyways!!#frenemies

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homomenhommes · 5 months

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saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 46

Dimanche matin,

Les voisins (Bruno et Arnaud) passent nous chercher pour faire un footing dans " nos " bois.

Marc les fait entrer et leur dit que puisque la piscine vient d'être remise en fonctionnement, il avait plutôt envisagé un peu de natation. Ils sont d'accord mais n'ont pas les maillots de bains avec eux. Marc leur assure que ici cette pièce de tissu est facultative et même fortement déconseillée (rapport aux marques de bronzage). Il fait encore un peu frais mais le soleil est là et le chauffage de l'eau provoque une buée au dessus de l'eau. Je vais contrôler la température, 28°, c'est bon !

Mises à poil à la salle de muscu et par l'escalier extérieur, nous remontons le long de la maison juste couverts de draps de plage jusqu'à la piscine. Arnaud et moi sommes les premiers à laisser tomber les serviettes sur une méridienne et à sauter dans l'eau. Nous sommes vite rejoints par Marc et Bruno. Même si ce n'est pas un bassin olympique, les 10m de long nous permettent une bonne dépense physique et y crawler une heure vaut bien une course à pied. Histoire de fanfaronner devant nos aînés, Arnaud et moi ajoutons un bon 1/4 heure de nage avant de les rejoindre sur la terrasse. Comme nous venions de nous installer prêt à bronzer, Marc nous demande de les enduire de protection solaire. Un rapide aller et retour aux sanitaires du sous sol et nous commençons à étaler la crème sur nos mecs. Chacun le sien, applications, massages, pas un cm² de leur dos ne nous échappe. Après nous être mutuellement enduits, nous avons repris notre séance de bronzage. Installés un peu à l'écart, j'ai pu continuer à connaître Arnaud. Jusqu'à présent nous n'avions abordé ensemble que l'aspect sexuel des choses ! Il est en terminale et compte l'année prochaine entamer son droit pour devenir comme son oncle, avocat. Comme nous sommes situés à quelques Km d'une grande ville universitaire, il ne sera pas obligé de partir d'ici ce qui satisfait tout le monde ! Nous sommes rappelés pour la deuxième face. Les bites à moitié bandantes de nos males, gonflent au maxi sous l'effet de nos mains étalant la protection solaire. Marc me fait pivoter et me demande de l'enjamber afin qu'il me bouffe l'oignon. Bruno l'imite avec Arnaud. Alors que nous nous faisons assouplir l'anus à grands coups de langue, nous suçons les bites qui ne devraient pas tarder à nous défoncer. Sur ordre, nous avons pivoté et nous sommes venu nous asseoir sur leurs pieux. C'est toujours aussi bon de recevoir la pine de Marc dans le cul. Arnaud semble du même avis concernant celle de Bruno. Sans changer de position, nous avons lustré leurs bites par de nombreux aller et retour jusqu'à ce qu'ils nous remplissent de leurs purées. Nous avions les cuisses brûlantes des efforts réalisés et nous nous sommes affalés, dès nos jouissances, sur leurs torses.

Midi étant passé depuis plus d'une heure, Marc leur proposa de rester déjeuner, salades et glaces. Alors que Bruno se faisait prier, ne voulant pas abuser de notre gentillesse, Arnaud avait déjà pris ses repères et venait avec moi préparer le repas à la cuisine. Seulement vêtus de tongs, je couvrais nos nudités de tablier de cuisine. Sexy la vue arrière !

Un bruit de motos dans la cour. Je vais ouvrir la porte et je vois notre trio motards qui descend de leurs engins (Eric, Phil et Luc). Je hurle à Marc resté sur la terrasse de l'autre coté de la maison qu'Eric and Co étaient là. Marc, traverse la maison avec le drap de bain en paréo pour les accueillir. Alors qu'il descendent de moto et quittent leurs casques, nous nous embrassons les uns les autres. Eric nous dit qu'ils étaient partis se balader dans la campagne et qu'il s'était aperçu qu'ils n'étaient pas loin de chez nous. du coup ils étaient passés chez le boucher du village et apportaient 2 énormes cotes de boeuf à mettre au BBQ. Lorsque je fis la bise a Eric, ce dernier me mit la main au cul, commentant ma tenue d'un " mais t'es mignon comme ça " puis, alors qu'un de ses doigts encore ganté de cuir enfonçait mon anus, d'un "y'a pas longtemps que Marc t'a enculé non ? ". Sur le pas de la porte Arnaud matais avec de grands yeux nos trois amis. D'un coup de menton vers lui, Luc me demande qui c'est. Je leur dis que deux de nos voisins sont venu passer la journée et que nous avons décidé de la passer au bord de la piscine. Le mot " piscine " a stimulé Luc et Phil qui ont traversé la maison tout en se déshabillant pour finir par ôter leurs slips sur les margelles juste avant de plonger nu dans l'eau. Eric qui était resté en arrière avec nous, a pu se rendre compte qu'Arnaud portait le tablier comme moi lorsqu'il nous suivit avec Marc à la cuisine déposer la viande. Marc en deux mots lui brossa le tableau. Marc et Eric rejoignirent Bruno puis alors que j'étoffais la salade composée pour faire face à l'afflux de convives, nous avons vu se pointer Phil et Luc, serviettes autour des reins, ramassant leurs combis et autres pièces vestimentaires. Envoyés par Marc, ils me demandaient comment aider. Je les envoyais chercher le BBQ et le charbon de bois remisé dans les communs pendant que j'apportais le plateau apéro sur la terrasse. Lorsque tout le monde fut là, Marc fit les présentations en re précisant que nous étions dans une zone " naturiste ". Eric se mit au diapason et alors que le charbon de bois chauffait, nous avons pris l'apéro tous dans le plus simple appareil. Arnaud ne pouvait s'empêcher de mater les nouveaux venus. Ses yeux passaient des jeunes à la grosse (bien qu'encore au repos) bite d'Eric. Est ce nos deux culs mis en valeur par les tabliers où la vision de 4 jeunes corps bien foutus mais nos aînés se mirent à bander. Les yeux d'Arnaud faillirent sortir de sa tête quand la batte de base-ball d'Eric lui colla aux abdos. Marc nous demanda de nous occuper d'eux. Je me jetais sur la bite de Bruno laissant celle de Marc à Arnaud. Phil et Luc s'attelèrent à celle d'Eric. Bruno s'était vite mis dans l'ambiance et ne refusa pas mes attentions. Commentaires admiratifs de Bruno sur le physique d'Eric et surtout sa queue. Luc voyant qu'Arnaud ne cessait de les mater, se releva et poussa Arnaud à le remplacer alors qu'il embouchait Marc. Sous les conseil de Phil, il apprit quelques trucs supplémentaires sur l'art de la pipe. Quand j'avais remis en route la piscine, j'avais pris soin de recharger les tiroirs des tables de jardins de tubes de gel et de Kpotes en quantité. J'enkpotais Bruno, me mettais un peu de gel et à 4 pattes lui demandais de m'enculer. De son coté Eric avait ceinturé Phil et enkpoté entreprit de l'empaler sur son pieu. Arnaud resté dans le trio hallucinait de voir disparaître dans le cul encore blanc de Phil la grosse bite noire d'Eric. Marc pas en reste limait Luc. Ayant envie de mettre moi aussi ma bite dans un cul, j'appelais Arnaud et le plaçait à 4 pattes devant moi puis mes mains sur ses hanches le faisait reculer jusqu'à ce que mon gland touche son anus. Là ce sont les coups de bite de son oncle dans mon cul qui m'ont propulsé progressivement dans le sien. Trop bon de se faire enculer quand soi même on sodomise un mec !

C"est dans cette organisation que nous avons tous joui les uns après les autres parfois simultanément.

Cet intermède sexuel repoussa le déjeuner à plus de 16h. Comme des bêtes affamées, nous avons fait un sort tant aux cotes de boeuf qu'a la salade composée et aux glaces.

Après seulement, j'entraînais Phil, Luc et Arnaud nous laver au sous sol. Douches où nous avons initié Arnaud à nos câlins post coïtaux, massage des corps, caresses, baisers et tendre roulages de pelles, séchages mutuels... Quand les " adultes " arrivèrent, nous en étions à rafraîchir la pilosité d'Arnaud. Ce dernier n'avait pas oser contrecarrer nos décisions le concernant et se faisait épiler les aisselles, les avants bras et les jambes du peu de poils qui y avait alors que je lui rasais les couilles laissant juste un triangle châtain pointer vers sa bite. Marc m'engueula d'avoir fait ça sans demander à Bruno ce qu'il en pensait. Ce dernier gentiment désamorça la " crise " en me remerciant de lui avoir aussi bien préparé son neveu et qu'il aimait bien son nouveau look. Je respirais mieux tout d'un coup ! Tout d'un coup Arnaud réalisa que tout ses potes du lycée allait voir ça après le cours de gym quand ils passaient à la douche. Luc qui se souvient de sa propre année de terminale lui souffla de dire à ses probables détracteurs que sa " copine du moment n'aime pas les poils " et que comme ça elle acceptait de lui bouffer les couilles sans rechigner. Comme la plupart de ses collègues non jamais baisés ou alors sans beaucoup de pratique ça les fera taire. Nous sommes remontés profiter des derniers rayons de soleil leur laissant la salle d'eau. Couchés sur nos draps de bain, étalés en rayons, nos 4 têtes regroupées au centre d'un cercle imaginaire, nous avons répondu aux nombreuses questions que se posait Arnaud. Depuis quand nous étions homos... et surtout il questionna Phil pour savoir comment c'était de prendre Eric dans son cul. Il ouvrit des yeux ronds quand je demandais à Phil et Luc des nouvelles de leurs clients. A leur dernier rendez vous ils s'étaient tous enfilés en brochette. Phil se faisait enculer par Luc lui même sodomisé par le jeune frère qui recevait dans son cul la bite de son aîné. Luc me demanda quand aurait lieu la prochaine touze à la maison, car ça lui manquait. Je du expliquer en quelques mots à Arnaud la composition de notre petite " association " de passionnés de sexe.

Après que tous soient repartis chez eux, dans le calme retrouvé, je disais à Marc que j'avais été obligé d'affranchir Arnaud sur notre groupe et une partie de ses pratiques. Il me dit que c'est ce qu'ils avaient fait avec Bruno lorsqu'ils s'étaient retrouvés sous les douches, et qu'il n'avait pas été difficile de le convaincre de se joindre à notre prochaine touze.

JARDINIER

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popcornforone · 10 months

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The Forever Solstice

A Max Phillips Fan Fic

First of all I’m sorry. I mucked up. I wanted this published on Wednesday for the Summer Solstice, but as usual life got in the way, so here we are now a few days late, but it’s time to see what Max wants to do on the longest day of the year. I’m really back into my vampires at the moment. (& yea I took that sun set photo)

Synopsis: As a new vampire you are missing your beach days in the summer with your friends, so Max decides to treat you to a night on the beach you deserve.

Word count: 3700

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! PIV sex, sex outdoors, reader is a vampire, swearing, blood, mentions of transformation & other vampire lore(it’s Max after all) teasing, lots of fluff & romance, established relationships, violence & death are alluded to but not written about (again Max being a Vampire covers most of this) lots of detailed descriptions linked to all sorts of things.

As always all feed back is welcome, & thank you all for the read & the love, I always really appreciate it

Being a creature of the night does not have its good points during the summer. The heat & the Sun is constantly bearing down on you both, it will mean that you spend a lot of time sleeping in the dark to hibernate. However you do have Max Phillips to look after you & make sure that you are his vampire bride for all of eternity. The vampire life is lush, but this is first time you are actually regretting your decision to be turned by the love of your life, your soulmate, your forever.

Blood can keep your cool, but it doesn’t replace the joy of going to the beach with your friends & Max can see that in your eyes as you wake up each evening, desperate for one more day on the beach. Long gone are the beach walks, barbecues & drinking games of never have I ever which lead to you & your friends rushing to the sea to cool off. He wants to give you that joy of one more day on the beach, but he knows if you both even step towards it in daylight, that you will both be ashes within seconds, dust to dust, lying on the floor dead for the rest of time.

The summer solstice is here & he can think of no better time for him to treat you to this one event. An event that might not be exactly what you think it will be, but that will stay long in both your memories for as long as you are together which is now for forever & a day. The longest day of the year means that you can’t go out at all not until it gets to 9pm & even then it’s a risk. Knowing that, Max makes sure to wake you up at 8. He asked you to prepare. He asked you to put on your favourite human summer clothes. Something appropriate for a mystery occasion, something that will leave a little bit to the imagination. Over your swim wear you wear your mermaid shorts & long floaty flowing vest top. “Beautiful as always my forever” Max echos as he sees you emerge ready for this beautiful night. You both take your vampiric form & the two of you transform to fly towards your destination. You can’t help feel that this might be incredibly magical & romantic for the man who has no beating heart.

You present your human form on the beach at 10 pm. The waves are still warm & the Sands still crisp & course & it gets everywhere but you are not complaining, this is what you want. You’ve wanted this every morning so far when you’ve gone into your slumber to hide from the humidity & light. You wanted one more beach day, now be it at the twilight of night, which will only be for the next six hours. You are here, & Max is standing next to you. He already knows by the happy look on your face, that he has done a good job.

“Oooh Maxie really a beach day, seriously?” You ask & smile at him before you kiss his lips. You might both be dead but the warmth radiating between the two of you as you embrace, is exactly what you both need. “Anything for you, my forever” Max says as he unbuttons his shirt “I’m sorry you can’t come to the beach with your friends anymore. A small price to pay for eternity with me”. There is smirk on his face as he says that. “Also no sun burn, you won’t look like a lobster, no sticky sun lotion.” “But if we see it, we will catch fire & be a blaze” you say as you slide off your outer clothes so you can leap in the water in the swim wear Max insisted you wore. You dash to the sea & see Max is a little bit tentative. “Come on baby, it’s so nice & warm in here, your missing out”

Max in his swim shorts which he brought especially for today, as he has not needed any for the last 80 years, walks along the shore line watching you splash about. He adores your little giggle & smile, & sees the playfulness & lust for a long life, which drew him to you in the first place. Initially for a quick snack but this has now turned into a bond that is unbreakable. “Max come on, live a little,” you smirk & Max sighs. “Well it is you my forever, & this is your dusk so…” Max slowly enters the sea & shudders. “Thought you said this was warm?” He screeches “yes it is, it’s better the further in you get” you’ve swam back to him a little bit to encourage him. Eventually Max is floating & then starts to struggle. “I seem to have forgotten how to swim” he says as you splash him. “Seriously? How long has it been Max?” You always forget that Max has been a vampire longer that your grandparents have been alive you assume he was only turned a few years ago. So when he replies with “75 years baby” you look shocked. Your 120 year old partner doesn’t look a day over 35 & hasn’t for 85 years. “Well maybe we can just wade & paddle Max, don’t want you to drown do we.”

Max admires your body as you get out of the water. “My my, it’s like looking at a classic Bond girl” he jokes as your body glistens in the salt from the sea. “Does that make you my Daniel Craig?” You smirk as you hold his had & walk along the shore line, the warm sand feeing crisp & getting stuck in your toes. “Oooh no you no I’m more Sean, you don’t mess with the original, you know I was at the London Premier of Dr. No?” Max states. Just holding his hand walking along the beach talking trivial stuff makes you happy. It’s a normal small thing, that okay yes you do often, but not having to hide & just being you & Max, you swear your black icy heart has started pumping again. So much of your early dating was dusk walks, dark Forrest’s, illuminated by the wisps of the twilight sky to protect him from the vicious sun. This moment along the beach reminds you of just that.

Eventually you reach a little shack which is closed for the night but being a creature of the night, Max can easily transform to get inside. You’ve not quite learnt this skill yet, you only recently master turning into a bat for a long period of time, this makes travel so much easier. Max opens the door once he is back in human form “you are invited in” he jokes. It’s usually you that says that when Max comes back from a feast or a hunt. He always jokes that he’s not Kiefer in the lost boys when you do. You chuckle at the irony of this but then your eyes dilate. Max opens the fridge door in the shack where there are fours rare stakes, oozing, looking so inviting. Your mouth salivating desperate for a taste. He’s slowly easing you into more blood for your thirst, but this is a treat. These steaks are fresh & are just begging to be devoured. He sees the frenzied look in your eyes. “I told you tonight would be special.”

You both eat your first steaks like you’ve not eaten anything for months, like it’s your last ever meal. It hardly touches the sides as you chomp away. But your second you both savour every bite. The texture, the flesh, the way it has small residues of blood seeping from it. Each mouthful is a delight as you sit outside the shack on a bench, eating the meat, each ounce feeding your hunger & tasting sublime. “Max I didn’t know steak could taste this good completely rare.” You lick your lips to get every little scrap & taste every bit of residue. Max beams back at you. “Midnight feasts are still good even as adults” he playfully responds before beaming at you. His hand cradles your cheek his eyes dark like the star filled sky. “I suppose I’m going to have many more nights of feasting to come” you reply before fluttering your eyes at him.

As his lips take yours, his left hand wanders from your neck, tracing the bite marks he left to transform you, still there 10 months later. Almost fully healed, but will always feel a little tender, knowing this is where your mortal soul left your body. Once his fingers have done circling they move to your bikini top, cupping your breast. Still slightly damp from your swimming escapades. Your nipple hardening as he teases it. “Max…” you softly gasp, feeling so aroused at his teasing & playful nature tonight. His large palms working your body, knowing exactly what makes you rive & what will make you beg for more. “I think we may have to make this a yearly tradition” he says as he pulls you into his lap on the bench you are both sitting on. As you straddle him he slips the gusset of your bikini bottoms to the side, you can feel him hardening in his swim shorts bellow you.

“Max Phillips enjoying the summer solstice? I never thought I’d see the day” you say as you lift up slightly while he takes his penis out of his swim shorts ready for you to enjoy. You place one hand on his shoulder while the other strokes his length leisurely, making sure you experience everything on this special night. “We’ll love makes you do crazy things my forever, & with you i feel young at heart again.” He stokes your back as you are lowered onto him & your groan rings out across the empty beach, with nothing to bounce it off but the night sky & your desire for each other. “Oooh what did I ever do to deserve you Max?” “Be you” he replies “I never went searching for my forever & then I stumbled upon you & I knew it was meant to be”

As you rock into each other as you straddle Max, small moans escape your mouth. You’ve never been vocal while having sex, but tonight being out in the open, with not a souls in sight you say a few more things, while Max’s attends to your needs, pleasuring your clit & telling you about the eternity that you will both face together. “Max forever with you is not enough” you say, panting & grinding away, feeling every pulse inside you, knowing that when he gets going it’s going to be really insatiable. “I know darling, imagine how bad forever would be if we didn’t have each other” he pulls you in closer as he becomes more rapid. His fangs start to appear, those Carmel eyes get darker, almost black, as he scans your body with such detail, noticing every micro bead of sweat & sea drop off you, as you moan in pleasure. He peppers your neck with kisses, a neck that for 2 years was his primary source of food, but he found you more delicious than any blood he could slurp from you. It really was like you were made for each other.

“No man has ever made me feel as good as you Max” you can really feel Max picking up his speed, hitting the spot, making your walls flutter, making the stimulation & pleasure almost too much, you know it’s happening soon as he holds your chin. “Well I’m not a man baby, that’s why they can never live up to me” he says before biting into your bottom lip, feeling the passion in your kiss as you lock together. His hand running through strands of your long damp hair, caressing your back afterwards & getting you ready for the climax he believes you deserve.

“Oooh fuck Max, Oooh fuck fuck FUUUUCCCCKKKKK” vampiric speed is always insane, but when Max is almost at the point of cuming he ramps it up even further. Powerful vibrators wish they could be 20% as good as this. Feeling his penis pound you furiously making you clamp around him, always sends you over the edge & tonight is no exception. This may not be in a coffin or the master bedroom of Max’s mansion, but it still has the same effect. Waves crashing doesn’t even do it justice. You are both swarming together, orgasming almost in unison, as his nails dig into your hips while he growls are the desire escaping his lips. The creature of the night desperately after a release that it finds. Desire & passion overflowing & both making you fall even deeper in love with one another.

You still, & so does Max, your foreheads touching breathing heavily, both unable to speak before he pulls you in for one more kiss. He hold your face as you explore each others mouths & just know that this feeling will never get old & neither of you will ever be willing to let this go. “Forever” you say in unison. Your bond strong, proving you are undead souls mates, embracing a few minutes more your head resting on his chest. Still a weird sensation, hearing each other breathe & pant desperately trying to calm down after a moment like that, & not see his heart pump. You’re still so new to this, that at times you really do forget that you are now dead. “My words are true, my forever. every summer solstice we will celebrate our love on the beach, for as long as eternity will allow us.” His next kiss is sweet & the glance in his eyes when you break is one of a puppy dog, desperate to please you & make you happy.

It’s 2am when you reach back to your items that you left on the beach when you arrived. Still there as it’s so early, no one has attempted to take them. You slip your shorts & top back on & Max buttons up his shirt which was laying over a little cool bag. “I can’t believe you went out & got summer clothes just for tonight Max, the effort is appreciated & I’ve really enjoyed my night on the beach” you reply. “Well I got the shorts, but I didn’t buy the top” he says winking at you. You know full well that there’s an unfortunate soul out there somewhere, who Max at the minimum drank guilty from looking his that face this second, & that is the sensible option. You know that look to well, your surprised someone’s not been reported missing if your honest. “Well however you came across that palm tree shirt, the original owner had good taste” you pick up a towel to dust some sand off your feet before putting your shoes on, you know your probably going to have to transform to get home soon.

“Speaking of taste…” Max smoulders as he opens up the cool bag. “I thought you deserved something cool & sweet to end our night on.” There it is. Sitting in the small box sounded by ice & blood bags, are two bloodsicles. “Oh my god Max. I thought you said we didn’t have enough blood to make more of these” you say as you reach in & slowly take yours out, sniffing it & your eyes darkening in an instant. Blood naturally restores you to your best form after drinking, but bloodsicles are the ultimate indulgence. You have to be so careful with you drink from the human to save enough of it, for you to turn them into these icy Delights. Max’s smile at you means there is probably someone hypnotised in his basement giving him a constant supply, that you don’t know about. But that’s a discussion you can have with him another day.

Your tongue lazily trails across it. The coolness making you shiver from the ice. But then the feeling of the iron in the blood reaches your taste buds & your try so hard not to just slurp the whole thing down. “It’s A negative?” You questions. Max has been teaching you the different types of blood & which are best for quick feeds or sustainable, there’s a lot more to this vampire stuff than you ever really thought there would be. “Yes, correct, I’m impressed” he says as he walks up to you & starts licking his own. “You really are taking all this stuff seriously, I’m very happy you said that” “I mean…” you interrupt “… you did say I had forever to learn this but why wait, also the quicker I do, the quicker we can take it in turns to hunt & feast, the stronger a vampire I will become, & soon we will be invincible” you cackle jokingly. Be it in human, transitioning or as a young vampire, you have always teased Max about him wanting the world & becoming an invincible force of nature. It’s always been your little joke.

Each lick of the bloodsicle makes you feel revitalised. Feeling it cool you down, making your thirsts quenched. It really is a delight, almost as delicious as those steaks. Max really has through of everything tonight, to give you a night you will never forget. You feel fantastic, like you have been reborn. Your summer blues of hiding away in the dark have been worth it for this beautiful night. You savour the last lick, not letting any drop of blood go to waste, as it trickles its way through your body. Your lips now ruby red & plump & inviting. Max takes the opportunity to take yours one last time on the beach. His own scarlets, meeting yours as he holds you tight & close, your bodies merging, feeling the love on his lips, the smoulder from his gaze before you both just shut your eyes, enjoying every second & making it count.

Your embrace is interrupted by an alarm Max had set on his phone, which he looks down on. It warns him it’s an hour until sunrise. He tucks your hair behind your ears & sighs. “I’m sorry I can’t give you a proper day at the beach, but I hope tonight was fun, my forever” he says as he holds your hand & you both start getting ready to transform to head home. “Max tonight you have given me a memory I will never forget. Of all the summer solstices I’ve ever taken part in, this will be the one I treasure the most because you were willing to risk it all for me, just to make me smile” you reply before resting your forehead against his. You both just stand there in silence, breathing hearing the waves crash & the sound of a few early birds waking up before the sun rise.

“Forever my love” Max eventuality says “I’m glad I did this justice.” He tightly holds your hand before looking you up & down. “I’m ready” you say looking at him proudly, as you both transform & travel back to the mansion. It doesn’t take long but the journey is always dangerous if either of you are spotted. You reach his house & go inside before the sun rises, safe in the knowledge you have both got back without being turned to ash. You head off to go get changed when Max takes your hand & takes you upstairs. “I have one more surprise, my forever.” He says as he takes you into the attic.

There is a small sky light in the attic which is boarded up so there are no accidents, however what is new in the attic is a periscope that is leading into it. “Come take a look my love, let’s finish tonight properly” you tentatively look through it & see the sea on the horizon, before the blacks, purples & blues of the night sky are slowly replaced by orange, yellow & a glorious sun. Instantly you hiss at it but you can’t feel its heat, & it’s not touching you. The hiss was a reflex reaction. You’re safe from the thing that could kill you instantaneously, & Max has created a device that will allow you to watch all the sun rises going forward. “Max this is so beautiful, come have a look” you beacon him over but he stays still. “Oooh this is for you my forever, it’s taken my 3 weeks to instal this & make sure it’s safe. I’ve seen 21 sun rises in that time, & each one has been beautiful” you smile & return to glancing at the beautiful horizon that you had spent the solstice on.

Max wraps his arms around your waist & Rests his head on your right shoulder. “I say they have all been beautiful but I know for sure that the one you are looking at right now is the most beautiful of all” he whispers, words that make you melt, which sound so soothing. “Why is that Max, how can you be so sure?” You reply stepping away from the periscope. “Because you’re the one who saw it, & your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world & I don’t need anything to see how big it is right now”. You blush & hug Max, a slight tear trickling down your face. “My forever” he says before leading you out of the attic & taking you straight to bed, to consummate your first summer solstice night, as Max Phillips Vampire Bride.

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