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writerpetals · 1 year

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the client | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; sex work, pantyjob

The smell of burning wax fills your nose in the form of vanilla scented candles the moment you step foot into the suite. Your heels click against the marble floors until your feet touch its cold surface after slipping out of the red, suede straps, sending a chill through your entire body, but you know it’s mostly due to excitement. Your coat follows with a shrug of your shoulders to rid your body of the leather hiding the black, silk lingerie you were instructed to wear beneath.

Your client for the evening is only a few steps away, settled in a comfortable chair with his sights hindered by a blindfold to protect your identity, and thanks to his heavy breaths, you’re well aware it’s his first time.

You call for him, voice lowering to a sultry invitation as you fill the gap between the two of you, making your way to his half naked body waiting on your command.

“Y-yes?” He gulps a second before a smirk appears on your lips.

You love first timers. It took you awhile to get used to them after starting with the company you work for, knowing their nerves only fueled your own, but once you adjusted to performing favors of sinful acts you’ve mostly never heard of for wealthy clients in an exchange of money, the ones with no experience grew to excite you. Maybe it’s the power they give you, loving the control of bossing customers around that were “big dogs” in the regular world, feeding their deepest, darkest desires and getting them off. If the world only knew what desperate, vulnerable men they turned into the moment you pressed a few of their touchiest buttons, taking them to heights they’ve never gone to before.

“First time?” you ask regardless if you know the answer. From the gulping. From his trembling, full lips. From the sweat beading on his forehead. He’s nervous, yet the sound of your voice earns a tent in his thin boxer-briefs that sends adrenaline rushing through your veins. “Don’t be nervous. You paid a lot of money to have me. Let’s have fun.”

You swear you can see his muscles ease the tension the moment your fingers glide over his bare shoulder, with a sharp inhale following as his head falls against the chair. He’s handsome, you’ll give him that. With soft skin, a sharp jaw, and his cologne mixing with the vanilla candles to warm your body to the core.

“To be honest, I’ve never heard of such an act before, wondering how it could get you off.” Your voice lowers as you lean into him, placing a knee on each side of him to press into the thick, leather chair. His body tenses once again, causing you to drag your fingertips across his chest to relax him. He settles beneath the touch. “And if I’m being honest, the idea intrigues me quite a bit.”

“It does?” His deep, raspy voice wavers, but you can tell he’s gaining confidence, anticipating the moment you lower yourself onto him to meet his body. “I-I wasn’t sure if—”

“Baby,” you interrupt, leaning close enough that your lips brush over his ear to whisper, “don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel so good, just trust me.”

He gulps again once your lips press to his jaw, trailing soft kisses just before reaching his lips. With anticipation growing, he releases a subtle, yet deep groan from his chest that vibrates your fingers pressed to his skin. You can tell he’s eager to get started, yet you’re in no hurry, knowing the company likes for you to take your time and allow the client to get their money’s worth. With someone like him, it’s hard to mind spending those extra, small but meaningful moments with him.

“Are you aware of the rules?” you ask, if only to make sure. You know the company made him sign the contract, make the payment, promising to abide by the ever long list of rules to keep the two of you safe and the business hush hush, but it never hurts to check just to make sure you’re both on the same page. It wouldn’t be the first time someone thought even the simplest of rules didn’t apply to them, but you typically don’t have to worry about such things with first-timers. “You can touch, but no grabbing, holding, or leaving marks. Understood?”

You’re confident he isn’t much of a rule breaker, but you give him the rundown just to make sure. If anything were to happen, the bodyguards watching from the other room thanks to tiny cameras installed in each corner would barge in, much to his surprise. Luckily for you, the most action they ever get is watching you and a few other employees perform on nights like tonight, but it suits them just fine. As well as you. You’ve always liked an audience. It’s what makes the job so easy, other than the hefty paychecks that allow you to pay rent on time.

“I understand,” he assures you, with his hands resting against the arms of the chair and his fingers itching to feel your skin against his. “But can I… can I kiss you?”

You pause for a moment, the question catching you off guard, before you cover the slight hesitation with a light chuckle. “You’re sweet.” A moment later your fingers are running down his chest, brushing over his stomach to feel him tense beneath your touch until the second you grip the hem of his boxers. Your fingers hook into the band, urging the fabric down with assistance from him as his hardened cock springs free and your eyes instantly take in the sight.

He bites down on his bottom lip, anticipating your every move a second before your fingers wrap around his girth, earning his hands on your hips and his jaw to fall open with another groan. Slipping your grip to his swollen, reddened tip, a hiss spills from his parted lips, then your palm slides back down his length as his hips push forward into your grasp.

“Eager, aren't we?” A chuckle follows the question, watching him struggle to form an answer, yet you only receive a slight nod as you repeat the motion. You can’t pull your eyes away from his face, watching his brow crease and his tongue swipe over his lips again. You sometimes wonder how exhilarating it must be to have someone pleasure you that you have never seen before, feeling their hands on your body while your sight remains hindered, relying on your other senses in the moment. The swipe of your soft skin against his own, the smell of your perfume, the sound of a sultry, intoxicating voice filling his ears must have his head spinning and his cock aching, and it makes your heart race at the thought. “So, how do you like it?”

“H-huh?” he struggles again to reply, too focused on the lazy way you drag your palm up and down his length.

“Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? With you on top?” You give him options, but he hesitates. Only a few seconds pass before it clicks, allowing you to realize the reason. “I see…” He has never had anyone to act out his fantasies on, which only challenges you to come up with something on your own.

After a moment of debating to yourself, you finally lower your hips toward him, feeling his grip tighten against your hips just a bit, though you don’t mind. Your thighs part for him, pressing your center against his cock to feel the silk over his swollen, throbbing flesh so eager to be touched. You hold still, drawing out the moment to make his cock twitch against you for release, all before beginning to rock your hips softly back and forth.

As you do, the silk panties glide over his cock, earning a hiss followed by a few curses to fill your ears. You can’t help but to smirk as his fantasies come to life, giving you all the more power because you’re the one making them come true. Your palms press to his shoulders to offer stability as your hips roll against his body, and if you were being honest with yourself, the deep groans he begins to release are warming you up just the same.

“God, that feels so fucking good,” he curses beneath his breath, a chill running up your spine thanks to the praise, “just like that.” You press into him, applying pressure to his cock leaking with a few drips over the tip to soak into your panties, and you can’t help but to feel the warmth flooding between your thighs to have your own arousal pooling at your entrance.

Your pace quickens as you grind your folds against him, earning a few twitches of his hips in return each time you slip toward the head of his cock. The sinful groans and curses begin to drive you wild, yet you try to ignore the bubbling in the pit of your stomach from listening to him tell you just how good you’re making him feel. You try your best to keep your focus, easing the silk over his cock to get him off, to make him weak and vulnerable, to make him come, yet with the friction the position offers, a few soft moans slip from your lips as well.

It’s just a job to you. The thought crosses your mind again and again, and normally clients don’t give you the time, or effort, to get yourself off, leaving you a mess of frustrations. Yet, his hands on your hips, guiding you to grind against him faster, harder, rougher, only allow your clit to press against his cock as the silk slips against your folds just the same.

You can’t deny the bliss that fills your body. Punishments weigh in the back of your mind if anyone were to find out you weren’t giving every ounce of your attention to your client, yet in the moment it’s hard to care over a cut in pay or the possibility of losing a client, and it becomes hard to stop yourself. Grinding your clit against him has you lost in the moment, legs beginning to quiver as his fingers press into your hips harder, head falling back, curses pouring from your lips.

Yet, his nails beginning to press to your flesh pulls you out of your state of bliss, snapping you back to reality in an instance before pushing his grip from your body. With your hips slowing a moment later, he releases a huff as if he were about to lose his mind if you kept up the motions any longer.

You want the moment to last, not knowing why it’s easy to get carried away with him, yet knowing you can’t let the moment end just yet.Maybe it’s his vulnerability or lack of experience in realizing his own fantasies, but you’re drawn to him. Reaching between the two of you, you slip the black silk to the side, enough to ease his cock between your folds before adjusting the panties back in their place. You bite your lip not to gasp at the feeling of his cock pressed to your flesh, trapped by tight fabric holding him in place. You nearly lose your mind just as he did the moment you begin to rock your hips once again.

Juices dripping from your center making it effortless to slip back and forth over his cock, and with your arousal coating his flesh on the underside, and your silk panties caressing him on the other, he doesn’t hold back any longer. He reaches for you, but you’re quick to grip him by his wrists, pinning his hands next to his head against the leather seat, making sure he doesn’t leave marks to have either of you disciplined later. It would be a shame if he weren’t allowed to request you again over a simple mistake.

You continue grinding against him, clit pressing to his cock to earn goosebumps flooding your skin, yet you take long, deep breaths to keep your composure. Focusing on him and nothing but him, you keep your gaze locked on his face to concentrate, studying the curve of his lips as you thrust forward, outlining the shape of his nose once you pull away.

The noises begin to flood your ears once again, deep groans, heavy exhales, him telling you how fucking good you feel, how fucking wet you are, yet it’s only a distraction as you feel the bliss swelling inside of you once again. You can’t stop yourself when your hips increase their pace, rolling against him to offer the both of you relief, clit swelling with a need for release as you feel his cock twitch between your thighs once a few moans fill the room.

Your grip on his wrists tightens, nails digging into his skin because there’s no rule about leaving marks on him. In some cases, clients enjoy the souvenirs until the next time you meet. Maybe you’re getting angry at the fact that being with him feels so damn good, so you take it out on him. You can’t help yourself, not wanting to get lost in the moment, not wanting to lose yourself to pleasure, yet it finds a way to consume you both.

He can feel your thighs shaking around him, giving him the courage to pump his hips a few times to catch you off guard. Gasping, your back arches and your head falls back, continuing to move your hips over his cock, continuing to use him to find release with your clit caressing his flesh, and continuing to give him the service he paid for with your black, silk panties offering friction as his cock rests between your folds and the fabric.

“Fuck,” you whimper, entire body tingling, trembling, yearning for the last little push to send you over the edge, “I-I’m gonna fucking come.” And it’s not a warning your clients often hear due to this being nothing but a job, yet you can’t stop the words before they’re spilling out.

“Come…,” he begins to mutter, so breathless and he’s losing courage, but he’s trying to keep up, “come on my cock, p-please. I wanna feel you come.” His words send a rush of electricity through your body, out to every tingling limb and curled toe, and you can do nothing but lose the last shred of control you are holding onto.

A gasp hits his ears a second before your body falls limp against his own, and you’re shaking as the first hint of bliss begins to course through you. You ride out the pleasure against his cock, yet your hips have slowed, but it’s enough to have you whimpering his name one last time.

And he can finally take hold of your body, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to thrust from below, fucking himself between your soaked folds and silk panties as groans fill the air. After a few moments, you grow completely weak, allowing him to take control for the first time, allowing him to hold onto you, allowing him to use you to get off until the moment a sharp inhale fills your ears and he’s releasing inside of your panties.

Thick ropes of white spill from the hem of your panties, soaking through the fabric and coating your flesh and even his own. His breath stalls for a moment before he releases a relieved exhale, head falling back as his hips attempt to keep thrusting, yet he’s lost all momentum as the pleasure takes hold of him.

When you finally pull away from him, you take one look at his parted lips releasing soft breaths until he regains his composure. He seems content, yet the embarrassment and guilt is flooding you for being so greedy, so selfish because you were thinking of your own pleasure over his. If anything, you can blame it on him and the way he breathlessly begged for your own pleasure, for you to come. As long as no one was harmed in the process, you can’t imagine it being a huge deal as you ease yourself off of him to make your way to the bathroom connected to the suite.

You hear his voice calling for you, probably curious of where you went to as you turn on the warm water to rush a fresh washcloth beneath the stream. You take your time cleaning your soiled body after tossing your panties to the side, lucky enough the crew to take care of the messes once the two you leave will handle everything else, just like they set up the room with candles, chairs, and blindfolds to begin with. At your request, you spot the fresh pair of panties resting near the sink they provided for you, though the white cotton isn’t nearly as enticing, even if it’s more comfortable.

You leave the bathroom to make your way back to him with a clean, damp washcloth in hand. Sometimes the clients don’t wish for you to clean up after them. It’s typically the more experienced ones that only want to get off before they run back to their families and pretend like they didn’t just pay for your services, but since it’s his first time, you hope he won’t mind.

“I’m going to clean you up,” you tell him, kneeling before his frame still settled in the chair, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat beneath the pale lighting. He nods to give you permission, and you begin by cleaning the few drops of his release left on his stomach before reaching to other places.

“Can I… can I ask you a question?” His voice is low, but the words have your heart skipping a beat.

“Sure,” you tell him as you run the cloth over his skin, and he relaxes beneath the way you care for him in the moment. “As long as it’s not my name, or phone number, address, basically anything that would tell you who I am.”

He grins, and you bite your lip to keep from chuckling. “So you get to know me, my name and place of employment as well as my personal and sexual history, but I can’t even know your name?”

“That’s to keep us both safe.” You sigh once you’re finished cleaning up the mess the two of you made, searching the floor until you find his boxers to toss into his lap. “What’s your question?”

“Can I see you?”

“Well, now that we have had our first session, you know how to book me. You can request—”

“No, I mean your face?” He licks his lips, pausing for a moment. “Will I ever get to?”

You narrow your eyes as you wonder if he’s asking because he wants to, or he wishes to keep up the mystery for the sake of his pleasure. Grinning, you lean closer to rest your hands on the chair, whispering in his ear, “that’s only for special, privileged clients. So I guess we’ll see.”

The blindfolds are for new clients, mostly. The company wanted a way to keep creeps from pursuing employees after the sessions were over, not wanting anyone to be recognized outside of hotel suite rendezvous, but he doesn’t need to know that. If you’re being honest with yourself, he doesn’t need to know most of what you told him, but you decide you like him, so you’ll humor him and his questions.

“One more question,” he insists to have you smirking as you make your way to where you left your coat and heels. “Can I kiss you?”

It seems as though his confidence has returned now that his cock isn’t in your hand or your panties, and the question earns a chuckle as you wrap your coat around your body and slip your heels on your feet.

“Like I said,” you begin to speak over your shoulder, one hand on the door, “you know how to book me.”

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year

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Hey!!! would you mine a cute lance x reader where lance has a nightmare or smth angsty and the reader comforts him? thank you so much!

Well hello again anon~ 😘 These anon requests are literally keeping me alive rn, I love it. YES I love this idea. I love Lance so much, it’s a problem. Enjoy~

Calm Me Down ✨☁️

You and Lance have such a strong bond. While everyone in the castle will sometimes get annoyed and grossed out by how adorably in love you two are, they also know that you two are literally soulmates, two peas in a pod, totally meant to be. Surprisingly, Lance is such a gentleman with you, always asking for your consent before moving the relationship to the next stage. Today, he mentioned wanting to sleep with you.

“NO NO NO, NOT LIKE THAT!!!” He screams in horror, hands up defensively as you just laugh, his face a hot pink color now. “I know, I’m kidding! I’d love to have a sleep over with you. You’re the best cuddler in the entire universe and every other universe that surrounds it.” His blush begins to fade as he takes a deep breath, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers between yours. “Geez…I really thought you were gonna swing on me for a tick there.” You playfully nudge him as you walk slowly together, your clasped hands swinging back and forth. “Yeah? Well you better watch your hands tonight, Lance or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” He smirks and nods. “I promise to be a good boy.”

~Later that night~

You agreed to sleep in his room and you also, hesitantly, agreed to let him pamper you tonight. He is such a sweetheart. He puts a moisturizing sheet mask on your face before gently massaging lotion onto your hands, stopping every so often to lean over and kiss you on the head. “Feel good, mi cariño?” You nod as you close your eyes, sleep weighing heavily on you. “(Y/N), you’re tired already? I haven’t even painted your nails yet.” He complains, making you smile. “I’m sorry, today was a long day. Why don’t you come up here and hold me and let’s get some rest.” You had him at ‘hold me’.

He’s quick to shimmy in next to you, making sure the blanket is covering both of you. You’re facing each other, laying on your side. The room is cold and dimly lit now, you can barely see the soft smile on his face. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” “Goodnight, Lance.” One of his arms is cushioning the side of your head while his other hand rests on your hip. You’re having trouble trying to figure out where to rest your arms, shifting under the blanket every couple seconds. It’s not that you don’t love cuddling him, you’re just used to sleeping alone and now you’re sort of uncomfortable and out of your element. The sleep you just felt tugging at your eyelids is gone. You’re surprised when you hear soft snores coming from Lance. For someone with so much energy during the day, he sure fell asleep fast.

You’re nervously examining your partners sleeping face, worried that your tossing and turning would ruin his sleep. As your eyes adjust, you notice his mouth hanging open slightly and the way his breath tickles over your face makes you gush with feelings. He is so cute, so innocent and sweet, so nice and caring with you. You try your best to relax, letting one arm drape over his torso as the other comes up and under the pillow. You close your eyes, sleep soon overwhelming you.

About an hour later, you’re startled awake when you feel a hard nudge to the chest, making you groan. “Ow, Lance. What the fu-“ As your groggy eyes adjust to the lighting in the room, you notice his eyes are still closed. He looks upset or maybe he’s in pain, you’re not sure but he’s pushing you away from him softly. “Lance?” You whisper, watching his lips quiver, his eyebrows furrow. He’s sweating…like a lot. Or maybe that’s just tears? A low mumble leaves his shaky lips but you couldn’t really understand it. “Lance, wake up. Lance…” You are trying to be gentle with him, shaking his shoulder softly but he just won’t stir from this nightmare.

Finally, after shaking him a little harder, his eyes open wide and he gasps for air. Before you can even get a word out, he shoves you off the bed hard and fast then sits up abruptly. You land on your back with a thud and a groan. You sit up slowly and look up at his shaking figure. “Lance? Are you alright?” But the look on his face told you he was far from alright. He looked scared, more like traumatized, and he was panting like he’d just run a marathon. “What’s the matter? What happened? Talk to me, baby.” You slowly crawl back on the bed, not taking your eyes off him.

He’s just staring at you with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling at an extremely fast pace. “Lance?” You reach for his hand on the bed but he’s faster than you. He grabs your wrist and pulls you to his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you. He’s full on sobbing now, his head slumped against your shoulder as he shakes violently. It’s only a matter of seconds before your shirt is drenched with tears and snot. Beautiful boy is ugly crying on you right now. Without a second thought, you’re squeezing him close and rubbing your hands up and down his back, massaging slow circles into his muscles. “You wanna talk about it?” He doesn’t respond, just continues to weep into your shirt.

Okay, time to pull out the big guns. You pull away from him slowly, carefully before you gently guide his body to lay down on his side. You push his shoulder down and pet his hair as he gradually leans over onto the bed. You lay behind him and scoot closer until he’s fully against you, his back pressed against your chest, your knees up against the back of his own. You were fit together perfectly, not even an inch between the two of you. You sneak one arm up under his head and drape your other arm over his waist. He’s still quivering, still hyperventilating, still crying. All you can do is hold him close and run your fingers over any areas of exposed skin. As your finger tips roam his body, you can feel him trying to take slower and deeper breaths. Being his big spoon was like a magic trick, it always made him feel better.

After a few minutes, his body is still and his breathing is much slower. “I love you…” You whisper softly before placing a kiss on the nape of his neck. He turns over to face you now, scooting closer until he can rest his forehead against yours. “I love you more.” He lets out a deep breath as his eyes shut and he’s finally starting to relax.

Your hands are still gently tracing over his skin and he starts to copy you, gently gliding his fingers all over your body. Eventually, Lance seems to get impatient and starts to get grabby with you. He grips your hip and attempts to scoot closer to you, catching your lips in a desperate kiss. You can feel that his cheeks are still wet with tears. Your hand cradles the back of his head as you deepen the kiss, slowly moving your lips against his. A quiet moan rumbles in his throat as his hands move to rest on your butt. Normally, you’d flick him in the nose for getting this handsy with you but you didn’t mind it right now. He needed you, needed to touch and hold you to bring him back to reality.

As your lips part, you look down to see his lips curled up into a slight smile. “Are you okay, darling?” His reply is delayed as he stares at your lips, still wet with his saliva. “No…I need more kisses.” His voice is hoarse. This makes you chuckle softly before you press your lips against his once more. “One more hour of this and I think I’ll be okay again.” He speaks against your lips as he gives your bum a gentle squeeze. Now you’re actually laughing, your eyes squinting shut as his hands travel up your back now.

“Anything for you, lover boy.” And the next hour was spent sloppily and sleepily making out and touching all over each other until his tears had dried and his smile was radiating in the darkness. No one can calm him down the way you do 💙

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shyghosties · 2 years

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#I love sitting in the grass when the weather allows it!!! 🌱✨#take a deep breath and relax your shoulders ☁️#you deserve love and kindness!!#gif #original art #scribbles

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ily-inupi · 2 years

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ENOUGH / INUI SEISHU

☁️ just taking care of inui because he deserves it after going through so much ;-;

☁️ minors do not interact, comfort, fluff, explicit content, oral (m!receiving), slight mentions of hair pulling, kinda short and unedited.

☁️ tagging: @etheralyonn @21-06-1996 @wakagucciii @aetheriaess @haitaniapologist @sunflower-lolla

Whatever happened, Inui would always come back to you. It didn't matter if he'd been fighting or just fixing up one of his bikes in his shop, inui would always drag his tired limbs, eyelids daring to close, throat feeling tired and sore — he would drag himself to the warmth of your embrace in the middle of the night.

You were his solace, his divinity in the midst of uncertainty. As he entered your home and sat on the softness of your couch, you could hear him sigh. His legs hurt, and you could tell by the way his hands went to massage them. His lips are bruised, he has dried blood on his knuckles, and dirt is all over his clothes.

"Do you want me to run a bath?" You inquired as softly as your voice could manage. "No," he says, shaking his head. His voice is deep, but the words leave his chest like a whimper. It aches your heart, and you crawl closer to his figure, already embracing him with open arms.

"I just want to stay with you," he coaxes, his head buried in your chest.

"At least, let me clean up your wounds." Your fingers scratch his sweaty head, and you hear him hum as his shoulders relax.

"Not now," he said as his grip tightened. "please."

"Don't worry, I'll be right here," you reassure him. His haunting thoughts, desperate gaze, and erratic heartbeat were all calmed by your mere presence. His forehead burned, adrenaline finally settling in, and all he wants right now is your love.

as he raises his face, his eyes gleaming with adoration, his gaze fixed on your orbs You smear sweet kisses all over his face and jaws. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, pressing your lips against his cheekbones.

When the action finally manages to put a smile on his face, your heart melts. "I'll feel better if you kiss me." The words soften your heart and make you look at him with love.

"seishu—"

"Not now. I only want you," He leans in, his nose digging into the curve of your neck. You can feel him pressing against you, his skin warm. As he sucks on the tender skin on your neck, his large hands gently hold your shoulders. "only you."

You gasp. It feels so passionate as his lips clash against yours. So soft and full of love. "You're everything to me, seishu." You smooth. Your soft fingers tracing the scar on his face. "You okay?" You whisper against his lips, eyes peering at him with love.

You notice his lips trembling before he buries his face in the crook of your neck. "Please make it better" it's shaky, it's deep and you let out a breath through your quivering lips. Your hands find their way inside his shirt and you tug them off his head. There's a moment of eye contact between you two, unspoken emotions spoken in your gaze.

He weaves his fingers with yours as he sits on the couch, his head lowering down to your body on the ground as you sat in-between his thighs. You smiled and said, "Shh," as he parted his lips to speak. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Your hands busy themselves unzipping his pants. Stroking his cock a few times, you peer at the pre cum that glistened at the tip. The head flushed a pinkish shade. Smearing the bead of precum, you invite his girth inside the warmth of your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the girth, wetting it with your saliva. "Hah—" he gasps at the tight grasp of your tender hands on his balls.

Pulling away slightly, you slide him in further in your throat. You hold onto his thighs tightly as your nose brushes his pelvis. "T-that's enough— b-baby—" inui grunts, his chest rising and falling. The pace of the bobbing of your head makes him crazy and his hands come to curl his fingers on your hair immediately.

"I'm close— I'm gonna—" his stomach churls, muscles tightening. Sweat glazes his figure as he throws his head back with a loud groan. Pulling away, your hand pumps his cock a few times. It twitches in your palms as his cum fills your hands.

"Oh angel" he sighs as you clean him up. Sitting on his lap, facing him, you pull him into a sweet kiss. It's quick but the sweetness of it makes him smile. "I love you," you say and even if he's still not able to say it back, his gaze spills every love he could offer.

Sorry if this came out half assed. Wrote this right before a flight T T

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but-lola-smiled · 2 years

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night terrors - ford pines x reader

synopsis: you help ford get to sleep … :)

genre: fluff !!

warnings: nightmares, mentions of bill :(

notes: this is my first tumblr !! let me know if there are any errors , i hope you enjoy ☁️

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stanford pines has never been a heavy sleeper. many a time, you lilt out of your doze to his shifting, nervous leg shaking, his labored, anxious breathing. you frequently wake to him staring at the ceiling, hair disheveled and glasses haphazardly placed on his nose. you wake to him slipping not-so-quietly out of the room, the boots he insists on never taking off causing the weathered floorboards to creak. rarely, he pulls you closer to him, ever so softly pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

the night terrors have become more frequent, their haunting evident in fords eyes, even as the light of the morning comes. their darkness pools in his deep under eye bags, his voice raw from forcing back heavy bouts of tears, tall currents of emotions. he locks himself in the basement, staring blankly at blueprints, mindlessly tracing coffee stains from some time very very long ago. you long to help him, to wake him up from the trance that bill left behind.

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“hey,” you whisper. you lift a hand to brush back stray hairs that had fallen into his eyes; the blue of his irises appearing black in the dim light. ford mumbles something quietly, swollen eyelids threatening to close. he jerks as he realizes this and turns onto his back to rub his eyes. you sit to dangle your feet over the edge of the bed and quietly pull ford’s neglected closet open. his eyes follow you from where he’s laying, eyebrows furrowing together from exhaustion. you pull the covers back from his legs, sitting down on the side of the bed by his muddy, unkept boots. you watch his face as you unlace the tight knots, struggling to remove them. they fit as though he hasn’t taken them off in years, which is probably close to the truth; his face relaxes slightly, shoulders slumping against the headboard. you help him out of the stiff cargo pants he likewise seems to never take off. he rubs his eyes again, head seeming like it’s pounding. no wonder, you haven’t seen him drink a glass of water in what seems like weeks. you motion for him to lift his arms up, and tug the thick fabric of his sweater over his unruly mass of silver hair. fords chest relaxes in the absence of the weight of the heavy turtleneck, the skin uneven with scars gathering goosebumps. you replace the sweater with a thin grey t-shirt, the clean fabric smelling of distant soap. you cradle his neck, lowering his head onto the pillows you arranged, just so. he fights to keep his eyes open, a murmur of your name lost on weary lips. you lay back down, curling impossibly close to him, fighting the early chill of spring. you let one arm drape around his waist, the other getting lost in his hair, slowly circling his scalp and the nape of his neck. ford buries his nose in your shoulder, and you can feel him shakily inhale. his breaths grow slower and softer, the regular rising and falling of his back indicating he had given into sleep. he smells of the woods, the open air; he smells of coffee, faintly of smoke. his head tucks into your collar, shifting ever so slightly as he sleeps and you tighten your hold around his waist, pressing impossibly closer, closer.

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w: vampire!au, biting, blood

The way your heart pounds hard enough to reach your throat in the thick air of the vampire’s club creates a target over your head that just screams this is your first time. You wish you weren’t so nervous. You wish your knees would stop shaking and your hands would stop sweating, but the fact that you finally listened to your friend’s advice and decided to give the vampire feedings a try in exchange for some quick cash has you wondering if you’ve made the wrong choice.

“It’s harmless,” you remember her telling you over coffee just two mornings ago, as if it was some sort of casual, friendly advice. “There’s paperwork and a bunch of legal stuff in place so nothing will happen.”

“Aren’t you scared you’ll get hurt? Or worse?”

She ignored your hesitation and concern with even her own safety, convincing you it was the quickest way to pay rent these days. “Please! All you have to do is let a vamp feed from you for a bit, collect your check, and go.” She patted you on the shoulder while holding her coffee mug to her lips, then grinned after taking a sip. “I’ve done it quite a few times now. No big deal and no harm done.”

It hardly seems like no big deal now that you’re in the lion’s den, following a woman to the back of the club to be settled in your private room. A mellow mood is set with dim lights and soft bass echoing throughout the place, and you even spot a few humans and what you assume to be vampires exiting rooms left and right down a long hallway as you follow along. The blood on their lips give it away, and it should settle some of your nerves after noticing the humans look to be in a state of complete euphoria, but it doesn’t help in the least bit.

“Here you are,” the woman, you remember her mentioning her name to be Ashley, says while stopping in front of an unoccupied room with the number 24 in red ink plastered over a black door. “This ill be where the client is assigned to you tonight. She’ll be with you shortly. Have you already filled out all the paperwork at the front desk?”

You nod as you step into the room, looking around at the black, leather couches, white lights overhead, and red walls to match the numbers on the door. You wonder if it’s to set the mood, or to easily cover up any bloody accidents.

“Even the consent forms, and the forms that state your family won’t sue in case of accident, injury, or accidental vampire rampage tearing each of your limbs from your body?” Your jaw drops as she speaks, until she begins giggling and straightening the thick, black frames around her eyes. “I’m kidding. Loosen up, alright? You’re gonna have fun. I’ve never heard of a first timer not coming back for seconds.”

She offers a wink and a sly grin, but it only makes your heart race quicker. “Uh, okay,” you begin to stammer. “And yes, I’ve signed everything.”

“Great! Your robe is on the hook on the far wall. She will be in soon.” She takes a step toward the door, one hand on the knob, but before she leaves, she turns to you and begins to whisper. “Seriously… just relax, and have fun.”

There’s a devious hint to her tone that suggests she means something else, but the nerves have you too rattled to think about it twice. Ashley leaves with a click of the door behind her, allowing you to turn and grab the red, silk robe she mentioned. With a deep breath, you undress while fully knowing all the red is definitely in case of accidents. Even if Ashley was teasing you about accidental vampire rage, you assume the joke comes from some sort of probable situation.

Regardless, you slip out of your clothes, leaving them in a neat, folded pile in a leather chair just beneath the robe’s hook before pulling the cool silk over your body. Then you settle on the couch, nervous hands rubbing your knees, pounding heart continuing to give away your doubts and insecurities.

Finally, there’s a soft knock on the door a second before it’s being cracked open. The pounding reaches your throat once again just as a small woman enters, a cautious smile on her lips and her wide eyes blinking as she takes in the sight of you.

“Oh, hello,” you say, standing and telling her your name as her smile widens. “I’m your, uh… well, I guess I’m your dinner tonight.” A hesitant laugh falls from your lips, already kicking yourself from such a horrible joke and you soon realize your pounding heart isn’t only because you’re scared of being bitten, now it’s due to how incredibly gorgeous your vampire client is for the evening.

She says her name in return, voice low but steady, never taking her eyes off of you even though she runs her fingers through her hair and licks her lips. For a split-second you spot the sight of long, pointed fangs peeking from beneath her top lip, causing you to bite down on your own to keep from backing out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

With that, she makes her way toward you before you both settle on the couch. She turns her body to face you, and you look down to notice she’s wearing nothing but a robe that matches yours in color. You try not to think about all the red. In fact, you try not to think about much except for the way the vampire stares at you, taking in the sight of you while you remain a complete bundle of nerves. You get a hint of a flowery perfume, or maybe it’s her shampoo. Either way, you decide she smells incredible. Nothing like you imagined.

“I have to say I’m pleasantly surprised,” she says casually, scooting a bit closer while grinning. “I’ve had one too many boys lately, and frankly they bore me.”

“Oh,” is all you can whisper, watching her eyes fall down to take in your body, your chest rising and falling, and a shiver surges down your spine the moment she traces a single finger from your collarbone down to the exposed valley between your breasts.

“But, girls?” She chuckles quietly, her eyes fluttering a moment before she meets your gaze once again. “I love tasting girls.”

Her words have you gulping, screaming at yourself for your out of control heart rate and the fact that her every motion, every word, even the smell of her perfume (or maybe her shampoo) begins to affect you. All you can do is flash a shy smile before you cower away from her eyes, lacking the confidence to even look at the gorgeous vampire.

“You smell… nervous.” She chuckles softly, bringing a finger to the bottom of your chin to have your eyes meeting her own. “There’s no reason to be. I won’t hurt you, you don’t have to worry.”

“I’m… a little nervous, I admit,” you tell her, finally able to form a complete sentence in her presence. She smiles wide, allowing her white, pointed fangs to show in full for the first time. Your heart rate spikes, and her brows twitch as if she can hear the thump, thump, thump in your throat.

“Do you know much about vampire feedings, sweetheart?” she asks, the pet name calming you as she talks in a sweet, gentle tone. She doesn’t give you time to answer before she begins to explain. “It’s not a painful, horrible experience. I mean, it can be. I’m sure you’ve seen the news and heard about attacks from our kind over the last few years since we’ve been known to the public, but I promise you it doesn’t have to be that way.”

“Oh, well, yeah I’ve seen some stuff,” you admit with a sigh, shoulders weighing a bit heavier. “I did assume it would be painful.”

A wicked smirk forms on her lips, as if you’ve ignited something within her from your words. “Actually, since it’s your first time, you’ll be surprised to find me tasting you can prove to be quite pleasurable, if I’m being honest with you.”

“You mean feeding from me?” You lean closer, blinking as you ask and from her eyes growing wide, you assume you’ve caught her off guard.

She grins a second later to recover quickly, before replying with a simple, “sure.” Her hands fall to her lap as her shoulders slump, releasing a sigh just for show before meeting your gaze with wide, puppy eyes. “Can I be honest with you?”

You nod, curious of her innocent enough tone. “Of course.” Honest is good, you decide. You like honesty.

“It’s even more pleasurable if I… well, I mean if you were to reach your own satisfaction while I bite you, if you know what I mean.” You blink a few times, lips parting as you shake your head at her words. Then she smiles and reaches to place a hand over your own resting in your lap. “If I make you come, sweetheart. If you have an orgasm right as I bite into you then, well, that’s the most pleasure you can experience, I promise.”

“I-Is that allowed?” You gape, eyes wide and completely taken back by her words. Maybe you weren’t ready for honesty, but you admit she has eased most of your nerves. Now the only thing you can think about is her making you come, completely blindsided with it even being an option or something she would like to do to you.

“Oh, yes!” She throws her hands up in the air as laughter fills the room. “Drugs, alcohol, feeding… fucking. It’s all allowed here. As long as no one gets hurt, and sweetheart-” She reaches for you again, except this time her hand rests atop your thigh, a gentle thumb soothing your worries with soft circles against your skin, completely warming you to your core.

“Y-Yes?”

“I promise… the last thing I want to do is hurt you.” She leans closer, the soft, flowery scent filling your nose to leave you light-headed, her soft tone whispering just before your lips. “It’s no fun for me if you aren’t having fun, too. What better way to have fun than getting off while I feed from you.”

She makes a convincing argument, you decide. Though you don’t ever recall your friend mentioning orgasms as part of the deal coming to the vampire club. Maybe she left it as a surprise, you think, not wanting to tell all of the secrets. She probably assumed you would chicken out even more so if you knew there was more than just feeding involved, but you make up your mind that you don’t care either way. This vampire has made you comfortable enough, putting your safety and pleasure first, you realize. You can’t even think of many humans that would do that much, so with a heavy sigh, you turn to her.

“Okay,” you tell her with a nod, watching her face light up. “I think… I’m ready.”

She licks her lips and cups your cheek, running a gentle thumb over your bottom lip. “You won’t regret it. Promise.” Her hand falls from your face to snag a finger on the knot holding your robe closed, giving you a glance as if asking for permission before undressing you. “Is this okay?”

All you can do is nod and close your eyes, feeling the cool silk slack over your body as she tugs gently on the tie to expose your chest. She hums, in approval you suppose, before her hand reaches your shoulder, pushing the robe back to uncover all of you, leaving you bare in front of her.

“Stunning,” she whispers, more to herself than to you, but you feel her cold fingertips trace an outline over your ribs, and your eyes flutter open to notice how she takes in the sight of you.

“Can I… ask you a question?” you suddenly begin to mumble, ignoring how your nerves from being in front of her, exposed, waiting to be bitten, have you beginning to try to break the tension between the two of you.

“Anything,” she says just as quietly, never pulling her eyes off of your body. Before you can ask your question, her fingertips brush over the slope of your left breast, ever so gently as if she’s worried she might scare you off.

“How old are you?” You wince from how fragile your voice sounds, not wanting to offend her, but maybe getting to know something other than her name will have you a bit more relaxed as she admires your body, probably considering which spot she wishes to sink her teeth into.

She chuckles just as she brushes a single digit over an erect nipple, causing you to shudder even beneath her slightest of touches. “Well, I was twenty-seven in my human life. Is this okay?” As she speaks, she teases the hardened bud with the tips of her fingers, circling it gently until you can’t hold back even the smallest of whimpers. Nodding, you give her approval, feeling the heat begin to rise between your thighs as you press them together. “But, I became what I am now a few hundred years ago.”

You assumed as much, but you realize it doesn’t help calm the nerves. Even if you feel safe with her, paying attention to the careful way she touches and speaks to you, you suddenly feel so small and vulnerable in front of the old vampire. Knowing she’s had so much more time than you, so much more experience at this as you sit before her nearly trembling due to it being your first time, only works you up further in ways you never expected. Even if you’re venturing where you never thought you would find yourself before, you have to admit it adds a little bit of excitement, adrenaline coursing through you as she gently cups one of your breasts while leaning closer.

“This isn’t what I expected,” you admit, breath catching in your throat when you feel your soft lips brush against your skin. “You’re a lot more… gentle. Careful.”

“We’re not all monsters, sweetheart.” She presses your lips to your neck, softly at first as if to test the waters. You wonder if she can feel the pulsing of your heart beneath your flesh. Can she hear it? You’re curious if it makes her want you more, eyes snapping shut the moment you feel her tongue trace the curve of your throat. “You’re trembling a bit.” There’s a hint of curiosity in her tone, as if she’s amused you’re still nervous.

“I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Still scared it will be painful?”

“No,” you reply in a sigh, gathering the courage to look into her eyes when she pulls away from your body. “You’re just so beautiful.”

She smirks at that, maybe from the way the words tremble off your lips or possibly because she’s heard it so many times before. “So are you.” She cups your cheek once again, thumb caressing away the worries with gentle strokes. “Can I kiss you?”

For the first time you nod with no hesitation, feeling the butterflies in your stomach as she leans closer, hearing nothing but your heart pounding against your chest when her lips press to your own. Soft skin caresses your lips, colder than you imagined but the kiss finds a way to light your body on fire. You can’t help but to whimper against her lips, eyes fluttering to a peaceful close as you sink into the moment, fully relaxed and ready to receive the pleasure she promised. Her hands begin to roam as your mouth becomes more desperate to taste her on your tongue, fingertips brushing over your breasts while feeling the sharp points of her teeth you remain mindful of.

“Don’t worry about my fangs,” she says in a rush when she pulls away, “they don’t do anything I don’t want them to.”

You believe her with confidence, trusting her in the moment as your body melts from her touch. Her hands skim lower, ghosting over your sides, reaching your hips until a gentle grasp causes your thighs to part for her. A sharp gaze falls instantly between them, and the way she licks her lips at the sight of your slit bare and open for her, you have a hard time remaining still, trembling a bit, butterflies swarming in your stomach, warmth blossoming in your chest.

“You know… I wouldn’t turn down tasting you in other places as well.” She gives you a devious stare, smirking with her full lips and the hints of her fangs to leave you breathless. “If you were to offer, that is.”

“I don’t-”

“You do, sweetheart,” she interrupts, narrowing her eyes just a bit to challenge your lack of confidence. “I think you do know what you want, you just need to ask for it.” The ache between your thighs intensifies when you feel her fingertips trace along your skin, making their way toward your awaiting slit, and you can only part your legs farther for her.

“Oh…” The breathless whispers you release, shaken and anticipating the pleasure, leaves a smirk on her lips as she stops just before reaching where you want her.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” she commands, voice deepening just a bit while there’s no longer a hint of sweetness. “It’s okay, you can say it. I won’t bite… yet.”

With a deep breath, you close your eyes and pray your voice doesn’t shake as nearly as much as your body begins to. “I want… you to taste me… between my thighs.” You can’t stop yourself from gulping, as if you can swallow down the trembling words after they’ve left your lips.

They seem to please her just fine. “Good girl.” She doesn’t hesitate to drop to her knees before you, pressing two palms on either knee and as your eyes flutter open, you can only look down at her with parted lips and a racing heart. “Lean back for me, okay? Get comfy if you want… I like to take my time.”

The warning sends a shiver down your spine, noticing the way her eyes darken as she stares at you. The sight of you leaning back against the couch with your legs opening for her earns a moan of her own leaving her lips, watching her tongue flick out to graze her flesh as if your blood isn’t her only meal tonight. You bite down on your lip, never taking your eyes off her as she leans closer to press her lips to your inner knee. She takes her time, meeting your gaze, grinning behind kisses pressed to your skin. She has goosebumps flooding your body in anticipation, trembling inside as heat rushes to your face.

“You smell amazing,” she tells you, just inches away from your awaiting slit. “Not just your blood, even though I can smell it stronger as your heart races. But you, as well. I can smell how turned on you’re getting. I do wonder if it’s your first time.”

“Being bitten?” you ask while she places her hands against your waist only to hold you in place when her mouth positions just over your mound. Another surge of heat courses through your body, feeling her lips dangerously close to where you’re dying for attention.

“Having your pussy eaten, sweetheart,” she clarifies with a wicked smirk. “I can smell how wet you’re getting. I’ve barely touched you.”

“Oh, uh,” you begin to stammer, gulping and screaming at your body to calm down. “I-It’s not.” You wonder why she intimidates you while also making you feel safer than most of your partners, but you consider her age for a second time. Not only does she have many more years of practice, she has dangerously sharp teeth she promises she has total control over.

“Hm, maybe no one’s ever worshiped you like you need, then.” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal a second before she presses a gentle kiss to the top of your slit, sending the gears in your body into overdrive. There’s no question her effect on your body now, feeling the warm trickle of arousal drip from your entrance even though she is right — she’s hardly touched you. Still, with your legs parted in front of the beautiful vampire and with her promise to make you feel nothing but bliss, you can hardly be blamed for such a reaction.

Just as her tongue flicks out to tease your flesh, a sudden gasp falls from your lips. With heat rushing to every inch of your shaking body, she takes her time worshiping you, just like she mentioned. She starts out slow, meeting your gaze while her tongue licks around one side of your slit before tending to the other, and the action has your fingers digging into the couch beneath you. A soft chuckle from her lips tells you she’s enjoying your reaction just as much as you begin to enjoy the way her tongue slips between your folds, teasing your slit with a slow, sensual lick from your warm, wet entrance up to your swollen clit.

“Tastes so much better than I imagined,” she says more to herself than to you, but you can’t miss the way her eyes darken now that your juices have reached her tongue. She leans in again, pressing her mouth right against your clit and you even feel the point of her fangs against your flesh. Though you keep in mind she promised they would do no harm, and certainly not do anything until she wishes to break skin. You put your trust in her, a quiet moan falling from your lips, head rolling to one side as she flicks her tongue back and forth.

Her name escapes your mouth as she circles the swollen, needy bud, breathless and desperate and causing another devious chuckle to spill between your thighs from her lips. You clutch the cushion beneath you tighter, gulping in an attempt to keep your moans quiet while she traces lazy circles over your clit. She’s attentive and determined, putting your own pleasure over her hunger for blood as she has bliss filling your body with every flick of her tongue.

“That’s it sweetheart,” she coos, her soft, gentle voice returning just as she aligns two fingers up to your entrance. “Let go… and let me make you feel good.”

As if your body follows the words, you melt against the couch while feeling her ease the digits inside of you. Her mouth returns to your folds a moment later, lips wrapping around the hood of your clit, sucking lightly just to hear the way you gasp. You can’t help but to rock your hips against her, grinding your slit over her tongue and hearing the way she moans from tasting you. Her fingers become buried deep inside of you, sending a surge of heat racing through your body, shaking and burning hot from the vampire’s touch.

“Ride my fingers, baby,” she orders, and you listen well enough as curses slip from beneath your breath with your fingers dig into the sofa.

“Fuck… that feels so-” Your words are cut off as another gasp fills the room, feeling the curl her fingers inside of you just as she massages your clit with the flat of her tongue.

Her skilled maneuvers prove to be enough to have you so on edge as the overwhelming bliss fills your body. You cry out her name, mixing with a few strained curses from your tongue and a few more gasps when she switches from flicking her tongue just to tease you, to sucking hard enough to have your thighs closing around her. She chuckles between them, as if she’s getting off on the sight alone, nevermind the way your juices drip over her fingers and tongue or the noises you just can’t help but to release. They grow louder with every circle around your clit, every roll of your hips, and every pump of her fingers until you begin to see stars.

“I’m… getting close,” you try to warn her, feeling the tension tightening between your thighs, the warmth bubbling until every motion from her feels electric and satisfying. Your body tenses as she pulls her mouth away from your slit, skin glistening with wet, messy arousal over a smirk, fangs protruding to signal how she craves your body.

She continues pumping her fingers in and out of you, replacing her tongue with her thumb as she begins to caress circles into your flesh. Your body remains on edge, ever so close to your own release as your toes curl and your back arches from the couch beneath you.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” she encourages, every syllable laced with lust and desire. “Come on my fingers and let me taste more of you.”

Only a few moments later does your body give in to her request, red hot heat spiraling from between your thighs and the tension unraveling to leave you on cloud nine. She wastes no time pressing her mouth to the soft flesh of your trembling inner thigh as you ride out the bliss, pressing the points of her fangs against your skin before biting down. Another surge of heat courses through you as she sinks her teeth into your leg, ridding your body of every ounce of pain, worry, or desperation. A gasp falls from your lips before you’re moaning her name, hands reaching to entangle fingers in her hair as she drinks from your body, hips continuing to grind yourself against her fingers buried so deep within you.

You begin to settle a few moments later, but she continues to drink, filling herself with your blood as she groans against your flesh and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Behind heavy lids you watch her feed, completely at ease, body slacked against the couch after she’s pulled her hand from between your legs.

As if she has to regain her more human mind, she finally pulls away with a gasp, deep crimson trickling down each side of her mouth while she turns to stare with eyes black as night. With a smirk, she licks her lips, admiring not only the area she feasted from you, but the mess she’s created between your thighs. In an instant you’re looking away as the warmth of embarrassment reaches your cheeks, reality finally clicking in now that the heat of the moment has settled.

“Oh, you’re still bleeding,” is all she mutters a moment before placing a soft grip around your thigh, leaning in to slowly lick up the trail of blood that continues to seep out from two tiny holes against your flesh. You watch her as she cleans you off, lapping up any mess until there’s hardly a sign of where her fangs once were.

“Thank you,” you say, shying away with a grin. It causes her to giggle, and the contrast of her cute laughter and the way her mouth is stained with your blood has you wondering if you’re out of your mind. You push the feelings aside long enough to enjoy the way she cleans you up and takes care of you, realizing she kept her promise of making you feel nothing but pure ecstasy from her body and her fangs.

“It was my pleasure.” She smiles and stands before you, finding a cloth at the end table near the couch to clean her mouth with before turning back to you. She takes extra care dressing you once again, wrapping the robe around your body to cover you, before tying the strap in a loose knot. She bats her eyes and grins, wishing you a farewell so you can properly get dressed to head home for some rest, warning you that you’ll probably sleep in thanks to the amount of blood she drank from you.

You admit you’re already regretting having to leave her, even if you know the payment you’ll receive for your blood offered tonight will be well worth it. In the end, you decide getting to meet her was better than any check you could get in return, and the butterflies swarm your stomach over wondering if you will get the opportunity to be matched with her again.

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one of those days | ❤️

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In the process of wanting to surprise your girlfriend for Valentine’s Day, you managed to burn her favorite meal you spent an hour cooking, as well as forgot the main ingredient in making a dessert you just knew she would love. If that wasn’t bad enough, you got word it began to rain on her way home after a long, tiring day, knowing she will be in a less than perfect mood and most likely soaking wet.

Your plans were foiled due to the weather and your own clumsiness, but you realize you have a few minutes to spare before she arrives home. Wanting to make the most of a ruined night which was supposed to be romantic and perfect, you rush to grab a few of the scented candles she loves so much to set up around the bathroom before turning on the faucet to fill the tub with warm water. If you can’t give her food to eat or help her walk home in the rain, you can at least help warm her up to relax when she arrives.

To hopefully add to the relaxation, you throw in a few drops of lavender-scented bubble bath. The suds begin to rise and the steam carries the smell of the bubble bath and candles through-out the house as you rush to grab two fresh towels, her comfiest robe she loves to lounge in, and the bottle of wine you actually remembered to pick up.

On your way back to the bathroom, you hear the jingling of keys before a twist of a lock tells you she is home. Before you can make a move, she’s swinging the door open with a thud, coming face to face with her soaked and dripping hair to match her mascara running down her cheeks. Her clothes are heavy and wet against her frame and her boots leave tracks of mud before she slips them off, closing the door behind her with a sigh.

“Hey… babe…” You sport a smile, but her bottom lip only quivers. If you didn’t know any better, you would think it’s due to her being on the verge of tears and not because of the rain. “Happy Valentine’s Day?”

You raise your brows and force a smile, but her face only twists as if she’s seconds from breaking down.

“Babe?”

“I’m sorry,” she finally says, taking a deep breath and blinking a few times. She’s definitely holding back tears, you realize.

“What’s wrong?” You make your way to her, arms full of the towels and robes and wine, but suddenly your heart doesn’t feel so excited about her Valentine’s Day surprise.

“I just… had the worst day…” She pouts, a few tears falling to her cheeks as she lowers her head. “I’m sorry. I know it’s Valentine’s Day and all…”

“Don’t be sorry.” Shoving all the items in one arm, you grab her with the other, pulling her close before pressing your lips to her forehead. “Tell me what happened.”

“Nothing, really. I mean…” Another deep sigh fills the air as she tries to keep her emotions in check. All you can do is hold her tighter, pulling her wet body against your own and paying no mind to the puddle her clothes have created beneath her. “Just stressed and busy and overwhelmed and…”

Her words fall short, but you understand what she means. There are times when everyone feels overworked and overwhelmed with even the littlest of things. She tries to hold it together, tries to be strong, but in the end everyone needs some release, a shoulder to lean on, and an ear to listen.

“I understand,” you tell her, pressing your lips against her cheek this time. She melts into your body, as if she has been waiting all day for the moment she could let her guard down. “Don’t be sorry. You can talk about what’s bothering you.”

“I know, it’s just it’s Valentine’s Day and I didn’t even do anything for you because I’ve been so busy and preoccupied.”

“You don’t have to,” you say with a chuckle, reaching to brush back the soaked strands of hair from her face. “And, well, I didn’t get to do much for you, either.”

“Really?” she asks, finally meeting your eyes with a glimmer of hope within them.

“I tried, but silly me ruined it all, so…”

For a second, she only stares, all before bursting into a fit of giggles as she wipes away her tears from her cheeks with one hand. “What do you mean?”

“I burned dinner, which I thought I was so clever for making your favorite meal as a surprise,” you tell her. She can’t help but smile as she listens. It’s as if it makes her feel better to know everyone messes up sometimes. Everyone has those moments where things don’t go as planned. “Then I forgot a few things I needed to make you dessert. And… actually, I do have one surprise I just remembered and-oh no, the bubbles!”

With that, you leave her by the door to rush to the bathroom, but you only find yourself slipping against the tiles when your feet hit the bubbles and water spilling out of the tub. Quickly, you put down the items in your hand to reach for the faucet, turning it off with a groan as you realize the mess you have made.

Suddenly, she is giggling from the bathroom door as she stares at the disaster. Looking over the mess, you’re erupting in laughter a second later because what else can you do? The mess is created. The night is officially ruined due to all of your surprises becoming a disaster.

“Are, uh, bubble baths romantic?” you ask with a sheepish grin on your face.

“Bubbles baths? Yes.” She carefully tiptoes toward you as the two of you take a seat on the edge of the tub. “Bubbles and water all over the floor? I don’t think so.”

Together, you chuckle and shake your heads.

“I guess it’s just one of those days,” you tell her, to which she smiles, leans closer, and presses a kiss against your lips.

“I guess it is.”

“Sorry for ruining Valentine’s Day.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she repeats your words from before, bringing a grin to your lips.

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