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pennyblossom-meta · 2 months

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Analysis of the romance in Death Note's Spiraling Trap game.

EDIT 02/03/2024: minor edits and fixes, added a few imgs and extra content.

A huge thank you to the folks over at agtteam who translated L - the ProLogue to Death Note: Spiraling Trap into English! Now we can all date L become FBI agents after hours.

I've been playing the game recently and one of the features I love the most is the L Communicator, which allows the main character (referred to as MC henceforth) to take a break from adventuring and listen to L talk about whatever is on his mind.

There's around one hundred different lines available as the MC develops a relationship with L and they paint him as such a sweet, attentive and thoroughly unique individual that I was surprised by how detailed it was. If you're thinking about playing, then this part is definitely worth putting effort into.

The mechanics of the dating sim are relatively simple: during the adventure, you'll pick up a number of recipes hidden among traps and tools. Then, Watari will provide the ingredients and you can give L whatever sweets he specifically craves. These recipes and cravings depend on the time of day and can be season specific.

Character analysis

As stated in-game, giving L sweets causes his appreciation for the MC to grow. However, L being L, means that he craves different sweets throughout the day. He's definitely very specific about what he likes and what he wants for his sugar fix.

However, if you give L something he isn't craving at that specific moment, he will sulk. The way he expresses his displeasure varies according to the depth of the budding relationship he has with the MC.

L: To tell you the truth, there are many other things I would have preferred. L: [F/N], I hate to say this, but I really would have preferred something else. L: F/N], you must know that I was hoping for something else, right? L: [F/N]… It’s not my favorite but, it made me really happy.

Note: Given that the books in the expanded universe (Another Note and L: Change the WorLd) came out before this game, I think some of the quotes further ahead might be a subtle nod to how L is perceived by the police forces as the "creepy murder detective". However, references about his piece of mind lead me to believe that L craves some respite from the burdens he carries on his shoulders — burdens so strong that they managed to curve his spine.

Note: I'm unsure how the system here works, as the MC also gets points for gaining L's trust in the actual adventure when they a) agree with his observations and b) find key objects hidden in unsuspecting places. It might affect the available lines through the L Communicator.

L: Today is going to be a better day… Let’s think positive. L: I wonder what kind of morning this will be. L: It seems the air outside is crisp this morning.

L: I want to finish what I need to get done before night falls. L: It’s nearly sunset. Time for children to go back home. L: If you just stare into space, night will be here before you know it.

L: It’s already evening… Time keeps passing me by. L: There’s something different about the air at night. L: Night-time, dusk… It’s the witching hour.

As a naturally introspective individual, L observes the world around him and draws conclusions. To my surprise, the game actually managed to capture how observant L is about small, unsuspecting details of daily life and give him a slightly poetic side laced with a hint of wistfulness that suits his character well.

This is a side of L in his private life that I personally wish we had been able to glimpse during the Kira investigation. Though, at the time, L was busy trying to prove that Light was, indeed, Kira. It left him little to no time to enjoy the world around him. During the brief time that L could have had a semblance of rest right before the Yotsuba arc, he was depressed that his deductions were "wrong" — though I could see him musing about some of the above, equal parts whimsy and sulking.

L: If I start to lose my touch… I guess I’ll retire. L: Another day, another mystery… L: I have a lot of thinking to do. L: I feel like doing some capoeira… L: I haven't played tennis for a while. L: The weather today is… Well, it matters not. L: I, um… No, ignore me. L: Am I reading too much into it…?

As a thinker, L has a lot of unfinished thoughts he says out loud. Some border on cliché, others are musings about things he'd like to do or that he's missing.

I wonder if some of his thoughts end up trailing off because, suddenly, he catches himself and believes they're not important? Or that he doesn't think the MC would be interested in what he has to say beyond work matters?

L: “In spring one sleeps a sleep that knows no dawn.” Though, too much sleep isn’t good for anyone. L: If you think about things persistently, noticing all the sides to them will come naturally. L: Strawberries… Despite the name, they aren’t actually berries. How berry disappointing. L: The one who has thought it through wins. It’s true for chess, and for deduction. But in the case of love… I don't know.

He's also a philosopher at heart, always thinking about the human condition. In these we can also witness his dry humour, silly puns along with a subtle desire to share his thoughts on the world and give helpful advice.

As for love, L is cautious but willing to learn. It's a topic where he's out of his depth.

L: Um, Watari is… L: I wonder if Watari’s asleep? L: What could Watari be up to? L: Today is Thanksgiving Day. I am truly grateful to Watari for his diligence.

I found it interesting how L's thoughts eventually go back to Watari and what he's doing. He's the one person that L relies on and whom he interacts with the most. Other people are passing acquaintances at best, who show little interest in L beyond work.

Notice how he mentions diligence? Although it is a utilitarian consideration, it also reveals a thankfulness for the comforts of familiarity and the peace of mind that trusting someone close brings. This is a topic we'll explore better at a later stage, i.e., how trust and acts of service work as a relationship builder.

Romance

Neutral stage

One of the first things I've noticed is that, during the early stages of the relationship, L is still very formal and quite a bit dismissive — even borderline rude. As his sugar fix gets sated by the MC's keen suggestions (Watari provides the ingredients, of course), L grows gradually more fond of them and wants to include the MC in his life with an enthusiasm I can only define as endearing.

L: Aren’t you bored? You don’t have to check in on me. L: Don’t you have stuff to do?

At the beginning, L is still wary of the MC on a personal level as they have absolutely no rapport beyond a partnership of circumstance and usefulness in the name of justice. He's quick to get bored and doesn't take it very well when he's given sweets he isn't craving. A bit childish, one could say, the way he sulks when the MC errs by not reading his mind.

L: Did I enjoy it? Let me just say “no comment”. (about sweets that weren't quite to his taste)

It's also very in-character for L to feel both annoyed at someone who is randomly calling him and be suspicious of their motives.

Growing interest

L: Spending the afternoon with you isn’t so bad. L: Even though it’s late, you’re not going to bed, huh? L: You must be a night owl, [F/N]. L: I’m a little curious about you, [F/N]. L: Are you having a good time? I’m just curious. L: You’re kind of… Ah, no, forget I said anything.

He starts addressing the MC by their first name as he becomes more enamoured. It's very sweet. I was pleasantly surprised at how attentive L becomes as he gradually comes to the conclusion that this is a person who understands him.

Mind, due to game mechanics the MC gains approval by giving L sweets, but from a narrative perspective what's really happening is that L not only feels seen and understood, but also accepted. And when that happens, he starts lowering his walls and relaxing.

As a plot device, I would say these are defining moments within L's thought process here; he's curious about the MC, finds them interesting enough to want to know more them and pursues that curiosity to see what they might have in common. It seems he's both a little baffled and content about this development.

L: [F/N], what do you think of when you see a sunset? L: What are you doing this afternoon? Oh, should I not have asked? L: Are you a night owl? Oh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want.

It should also be noted that L is very mindful of boundaries. There's a tentative, almost shy attempt to connect. He's determined to indulge in his curiosity since the MC's attentiveness towards him shows an opening for closeness he's unused to (but is happy about) and to tend to his more immediate needs (i.e., food cravings), which in turn shows a genuine concern for him. Aside from Watari, I doubt anyone ever extended L similar kindness.

And it is in this determination to get to know the MC that I also find Mello's words (AA: LABB Murder Cases) that L is actually a very active, aggressive individual with absolutely no interest in social conventions perfectly represent him this game, as he navigates a growing fondness with expectation, curiosity and caution — on his own terms, while minding that he doesn't overstep.

L: Staying up late talking to you… It makes me feel calm.

I find it particularly heartbreaking how this confession of L unknowingly makes it more transparent how burdened he is. The spine curved by burdens unseen, the addiction to mind games and sweets; all of these point to stress factors which isolate him further, increasing the loneliness and lack of affection in his life.

That L feels the need to mention the MC makes him feel calm seems telling.

L: We’re both late workers, huh? That makes me happy. L: [F/N]… You’re pretty formidable. L: It’s reassuring to have a partner like you. You’re someone I can trust. L: Your feelings have been received. (Valentine's Day) L: The fact we’ve become so close was an unexpected development on my part.

And here it is, the acknowledgement just as L enters the highest stages of approval, where he expresses admiration and happiness at the close bond he developed with the MC.

"An unexpected development on my part" is quite the turn of phrase. One can only wonder, but I'd make an educated guess that L didn't see this coming because:

a) no one showed feelings towards him before. In his line of work, hidden behind a screen there is no time to indulge or get attached to anyone (he would mistrust their intentions anyway) and so L keeps everyone at arms length, sharing little more than a professional side of himself and fostering utilitarian relationships that help him win "games". L ultimately carries various burdens the average civilian would never be able to understand, all due to the pressure of his job. When failing at the "game of cat and mouse" means being responsible for the likely deaths of dozens, perhaps even hundreds or thousands, the stakes are up in unimaginable ways. What started as a thrill chase can have catastrophic consequences should L fail. That in itself alienates him from society at large. It's a game that L plays well and absolutely profits from, but it is also an indicative of two major flaws: his addictive personality and how he suppresses his emotions to carry on. Coincidentally, it's the expanded universe, in particular Another Note: LA BB Murder Case and L: Change the WorLd, that give us the best insight into this. This isn't too dissimilar to the struggles policemen face in high risk jobs or technicians who have to flag and delete sensitive content from online platforms. These people end up changed from what they see — and some carry traumas for the rest of their lives. That's not to say that L doesn't feel for others. He respects people whom he considers good or morally upstanding (Soichiro Yagami), who are competent in their line of work (Naomi Misora, Mogi), worthy of a second chance (Aiber and Wedy), who speak their minds, unafraid (Aizawa) or who are reliable, loyal to him as a person and not just his cause, in whom he can place his trust and feel secure won't betray him (Watari). The MC seems to fall mostly in the last category, though the relationship is rather precocious — and there seems to be a fair amount of wishful thinking and even projecting on L's part, since communication happens over a device connecting two people remotely. He falls both for the idea of the individual and their attentiveness towards him. When L mentions that they make him feel calm, I'd argue it comes both as a surprise to him and a confession of a closeness and safety he intimately craved — though I personally view L as someone who feels lonely and wanting healthy human contact, even if his social skills might not be the best (worsened by his distrust of people as a whole). Someone who ultimately is willing to adapt to him but whom he can adapt to, as well. Someone who sees him as a person and not an unfeeling robot. It's a POV that certainly challenges certain aspects of DN: Vol 13. I would further argue that L's portrayal has evolved significantly beyond the manga, and that his subsequent humanising is partially a result of the creative liberties the English translations took, as well as a more empathetic view of the character and hidden struggles. Each medium displays a separate iteration of L, with common variables.

b) L fosters distant relationships with others as a safety measure. Aside from Watari, L's contact with other people had always been distant, work-focused, perhaps even tainted by notions of his supposed creepiness as a kinky detective "who relished bizarre murders" (L:CtW). He's useful to the police because he achieves favourable results, though L is still viewed as "a human computer, capable only of measuring mass murders in terms of cold numbers, a reclusive sociopath" (L:CtW). He isn't necessarily liked; in fact, I would argue he rubs people the wrong way most of the time — as we can see during his interactions with the Task Force, during the events of Death Note. L is tolerated, a useful asset who is both mysterious and a pain to deal with. However, he's also put on a pedestal due to his status (i.e., Relight, the children at Wammy's). For the latter, he purposely shatters their idea of L as this unbeatable, paragon of justice by defining himself as a monster (anime), a dishonest cheating human being who hates losing (manga). I do share in lux-mea-lex's perspective on L doubting his own humanity and how it fuels a certain self-hatred for distrusting everyone around him. As lux mentions, "love comes with trust" and L is an excellent detective precisely because he questions everything and everyone — but it comes at a cost: his own loneliness. To draw a parallel, L's ultimate flaw — and that which makes him great at his job — is not unlike what we see during the moments of extreme anguish that Veronica Mars goes through in her personal relationships and which draw people away from her when she oversteps boundaries to prove she's not being lied to. That mistrust comes from experience, for people burdened with having seen too much and it's not unlike a kind of paranoia acquired when one has to deal with the worst of humanity on a daily basis.

Full reciprocity

L: [F/N] you’re the light that illuminates the dark night. That’s an exaggeration of course, but… L: What I need to live is glucose… and to talk to you. Nourishment for my brain and heart. L: When we’re together, I feel like there’s no problem we can’t solve. L: The afternoons I get to spend with you are precious to me.

When the MC achieves the stage of full reciprocity with L, he's very open to showing vulnerability and lowering his emotional defenses. I found this to be particularly sweet, as L is such a secretive man with so many hidden layers that him being willing to show such honesty with that one person he holds dear is incredible character development.

Beyond the game, I would say that achieving this stage with L would be much more difficult and, naturally, would involve going beyond picking the best sweets for him.

Something important to keep in mind is that L seems to value acts of service, as the people who interact with him more closely have some utility value and aid his work. However, L's life revolves around his work; he lives and breathes his detective work, which is why having a partner who brings him peace would be so important.

L: The time I spend with you is as important to me as the sweets. L: Good morning. It makes me really happy to see you here. L: For your sake… I’d think of a way to get through anything. We share a bond. L: When you have time, I’d like to take you to a shop that makes the best sweets. L: When you’re free, how about we play tennis together? I will have Watari reserve a court. L: If something were to happen to me… I want you, as the person I hold dearest, to carry on the L moniker. L: When my thoughts hit a dead end late at night, I feel like I’m stuck in a maze. But, having you here makes me feel reassured.

I also found it very sweet how L takes the initiative to plan for activities to do together with the MC. And how their presence, their reassuring words make him feel at ease. It seems that a loving relationship would give L a goal in life beyond his work.

Carrying on the L moniker... this quote might be the result of L's trust in the MC growing during the events of the game, or a sentiment L nurtures due to the MC being attentive enough to understand his specific cravings. But being able to read L and having the mental dexterity to become him are different things, as the latter involves a lifestyle that few would want and a complete focus on work. Even FBI agents have lives beyond work.

L: I learned from you that sweets are the bond that brings people together. L: You give me true peace of mind. No one could ever replace you. L: The way I am now, I… I can’t think straight when you’re not around. L: Being able to share this sunset with you, I couldn’t ask for anything more. L: You understand, don’t you [F/N]? What my heart so strongly desires is something more… L: When I talk to you, I feel like my senses are sharpened. Thanks to that, my radar has become more sensitive.

What a sweet guy. I love how L focuses on the little things and just wants to spend time together with the person he holds dearest. It's almost as if he daydreams a close, loving relationship — a trait that clashes with L's logical side.

This game and the expanded universe of Death Note have convinced me that there are many more layers to L than what we can see in the main story.

As Fu Takahashi, who plays L in the 2020 Japanese version of the musical, said:

“(...) A common thing about L among these versions is that, despite his superficial image as a smart guy who hates losing, he actually feels lonely and needs affection, I imagine. Perhaps he is an orphan – his character suggests so. He tries to control his emotions, like the feelings towards his parents, or romantic feelings; that’s why he is sort of dependent on games or battles of the mind. So I want to play L while thinking about the foundations on which his personality has been formed.”

I think this quote and the game are actually very telling of L's core personality and how it moves beyond that cold, calculating persona that defines him in the manga. It's also more in line with the characterisation that we see in the anime and the books, which help humanise L.

As I mentioned elsewhere, learning how to trust and be comfortable around someone else would do L wonders. Though that person would have to accept him for who he is and help him learn how to navigate a healthy relationship.

Perhaps the true test of love, for L, would even be for him to be confronted with someone who knows who he really is and, is not only kind to him, but also sees the best in him — regardless of his flaws. I think that we've had a glimpse of it in this game and it's a breath of fresh air.

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whoismissriley · 7 months

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John Price is a vampire.

Sumary: John Price is a vampire in love who doesn't want to turn you into one of his kind, because you are the only humanity left in him. Warnings: This story is rated +18 Has explicit violence, obscenity, do not read if you do not agree with this.

N/A: I was rewatching True Blood and while watching Eric I couldn't help but think about what my beloved John Price would look like as a romantic and inveterate vampire, between a mix of personality between Eric Nortman and Edward Cullen, not wanting to become one of them.

This is my first time translating something, so sorry for the mistakes.

In a world where the existence of supernatural beings is already remotely known throughout the world, you try to continue with your life as normally as you can. But definitely nothing is the same, especially because humans, among other species, are the ones most in danger on the street and, above all, at night.

In fact, it was while fighting for your life that you met Captain Price, who helped you get rid of a miscreant who had tried to harass you in an alley. John Price, he saved your life and although at first glance he looked like a normal human being, in reality he was not.

The sight of his sharp fangs and his intense blue gaze was the first thing that captivated you even though you swore to hate his kind for eternity. That didn't work, because that night he wanted to make sure you were okay and walked you home, you invited him for a drink as a thank you and he refused.

You spent a week trying to stop thinking about him. Thinking it had just been an illusion. And one night of rain and storm your door rang and in the middle of the night, you went to open it, when you saw him and he looked at you, you couldn't help but approach and claim his mouth in a kiss that he responded immediately, you didn't care if he walked away or did something else, you wanted him, you needed him fervently, because your fingers were no longer enough to satisfy the feeling of emptiness.

After that night, you and Price never left each other's sides. He entrusted you with his life, his thoughts and his memories, his dead heart was placed in your hands and you entrusted him with your life and your blood.

But, despite being a vampire, John couldn't abandon his duties as Captain. What he did little by little stopped being a secret to you, going to the battlefield among the shadows and eliminating enemies in the worst way at first seemed grotesque to you, but you ended up understanding it… and comforting him in his frustrations.

And since duty called him, he had to stay away from you… for months. Horrible three months that were fucking torture.

Your life felt empty… without desire.

One night, you come home from work exhausted. You hate cleaning tables and having to put up with a bunch of sons of bitches who all they want to do is mess with you and your fucking shitty boss who treats you in a misogyny way whenever he can. At least, since you've been with John you've learned to defend yourself because he's taught you and now anyone thinks twice before messing with you, especially since you always have your knife at hand.

You smile at the memory of your vampire boyfriend, his body shudders slightly as you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a white towel. Your hair still dripping as you slide to the closet and look for something to wear, you see one of John's dark t-shirts and take it in your hands bringing it to your face, inhaling the smell of cigarettes and manly perfume, causing your heart to race. and tighten at the same time, because of how much you miss him.

An unexpected gust of wind comes through your window and you watch the curtains flutter rapidly. Your human eye can never see it and in surprise, you let out a small gasp when you feel him behind you, your heart speeds up even more and the shirt falls to the floor from your hands. John wraps his arms around your waist and you can feel the heat of his body against your back.

"Hello my love. I've missed you"

"John…" she exclaims with a smile, turning in her arms so she can face him.

"I surprised you?" John laughs shamelessly and you blink trying to keep control of your body, you bite your lip at the sight of him, seeing that he's still completely the same as he was, maybe… just his beard a little longer, but all of him. It seems to remain in place. Your hands hover over his shoulders. "It's been too long since I've been here with you." John pulls you into his arms, gets so close that your chest and his are pressed together, and plants a light kiss on your neck that makes you shiver. " How have you been my love?"

"Oh, waiting for you" you whisper, narrowing your eyes as you feel his lips brush against your neck.

"Waiting for me, huh?" His husky laugh wreaks havoc on your core and he makes a point of leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw as he playfully nibbles at the skin there. “Well, I'm here now, right?”

"Mmm… I know."

He pulls you closer, his lips still on your neck.

"Let me show you how much I missed you while we were apart, come here… love"

"Did you miss me?" You gasp, feeling him firm the back of your neck with his hand as you let your head fall back slightly and his lips kiss the length of your neck. John growls as he pulls away from him, squeezing your hair between his fingers and forcing you to look at him. His eyes lock on yours as he lets out his fangs with a soft gasp. You let out a moan and part your lips feeling so fucking wet just from that.

You can't help but slide your fingers along those sharp and dangerous fangs that glow in the dark. John's breath catches in his throat when he feels your fingers on his fangs. His gaze shifts slightly and a low growl rumbles from his chest at the sensation.

"You have no idea, love."

You chuckle, seized by the desire building in your belly and you let the towel fall to the floor, revealing your naked body. John's eyes roam over you hungrily and his fangs seem to shine even brighter as his hands and fingers bury themselves in your voluptuous hips.

“Kiss me,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He leans in and his lips capture yours in a passionate embrace. His tongue runs over your lips, a low growl of his forming in his chest as he devours your mouth like a hungry man, his hands gripping you firmly and pulling you closer. You cling to him, wanting more of him, your hands gripping the fabric of his jacket and pressing against him. He takes it off as John's hands roam over your naked body, ready for him, you moan against his mouth.

He takes you in his arms and easily picks you up and carries you to the bed. He lays you down gently, without breaking the kiss, and climbs on top of you, breaking the kiss to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and his collarbone. You run your fingers through his hair, hugging him and sighing in pleasure.

"You're so beautiful, Juliet," he whispers in your ear, as his hands move to run up and down your body. "I want to show you how much I missed you. To make up for lost time. I've been dreaming of this moment for so long… "

"mmm" You look at him, moving away a little curiously "How did you feed yourself all this time?"

“Vampires have their ways, love” His lip curls into a wicked smile as he leans in and runs his finger over your lips “I'll tell you everything later, darling. Right now I'm more interested in something else. Come here, let me kiss you…"

"I was worried about you…" you whisper against his lips.

"I'm here now, love, my entire being is yours. Tonight I'm a man, not a vampire. And I promise you, I want to be as close to you as possible." He plants soft kisses all over your body, his tongue moving. to taste your skin. You arch beneath him, your breathing quickening as his fingers dig into his hair, pulling you closer.

His hands cover your breast, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while his lips roam over your nipples, taking his time with each one. He moans softly as he slides his mouth to your neck, his fangs grazing the skin there, making you shiver. His tongue flicks against your skin, his lips pressing feather-light kisses along your neck until his fangs gently prick the skin. You let out a small moan and his hands tightened around his neck.

You moan and he sinks his fangs deeper into your skin. You gasp at the sensation and arch your back off the bed, a shiver running through you as he begins to drink from you. His hand moves to the back of your neck, squeezing your hair, holding you.

His suction is gentle, always delicate and cautious but it sends dizzying sensations to your lower belly, increasing your libido to levels where your mind becomes cloudy and he knows it, he can feel your pulse and the way you writhe under him, digging your nails into his arms as you gasp like you're having an orgasm.

John moans against your neck, his lips curling softly as he knows he's pleasuring you. You shudder beneath him, his fingers running through your hair, holding you close… Caressing you, caring for you. You let out a soft sigh and then close your eyes as he continues to drink from you. His tongue comes out to lick his wound, sealing it and he pulls away after a few moments, his eyes shining as he looks into her eyes.

"You taste amazing, my love."

“John…” you gasp, spreading your legs with him in the middle “I need you…”

He growls and quickly slides his clothes off of him positioning himself between your legs, his hands sliding down your body as he brings his mouth to yours and kisses you. He growls low in his throat as his lips move against yours and you feel the metallic taste of blood, your blood between his teeth.

“I need you too…” His lips move to the other side of your neck, licking, grazing his teeth against your soft skin. Your hips and his move against each other, rubbing your sexes against each other, mixing your juices and your desires while moans escape his lips.

“Please…” you beg, moving your mouth to his ear, licking and causing John to growl again, trailing kisses down your neck, down your breasts…his fangs grazing the soft skin of your breasts “Please. ..” you plead with your mind clouded with desire.

"Mine…" he murmurs as he sinks his fangs into your breasts, gripping them with his hands as he growls under his breath at the sweet taste that fills his palate.

"Please…" You repeat, pushing your hips against his, surrounded by the pleasure of his sucking and his caresses. "Please John…" Your hands go to his ass, pushing him against you, you feel the tip of his penis in your wet entrance and you open your mouth when he slides inside you little by little.

You moan loudly as John begins to move his hips against yours, hitting his spot, hitting that button you needed him to touch. He runs a finger down your chest, his tongue licking the small holes in the skin of your breasts, healing the wounds and lapping up the rest of the crimson blood. His fangs are elongated and slide towards your neck again, grazing the soft, squishy skin.

"Tell me you love me, love. Please… say it," you hear him say with a hoarse gasp.

“I need you, I love you…” You moan, feeling him hit your womb.

He lets out a low, rumbling growl at your words before sinking his fangs into her neck, pressing against her.

"I love you too, darling… You're mine…"

"Yeah…"

He presses a kiss against her neck, his tongue darting out to seal the wound. His lips brush against her ear and a low growl forms in his throat.

"Say it again…"

"I need you…"

“Just like I need you, love…” he murmurs the words against your neck as he presses himself against her. He pulls her away a little and his gaze meets yours. “Now, honey, why don’t you be the one making the moves tonight…?”

You moan, smiling, and turn around on the bed, rolling over him, lying on top of him. You rub yourself on his cock, moaning at the movement and John's fingers dig into your thighs. You lower your head to look at him at the same time that you take his penis in your hands, massaging it while staring into his eyes.

"You love Me?" questions he possessed by lust "do you need me"

"Y-Yes…" he exclaims, narrowing his eyes "I need you baby" You narrow your eyes and adjusting the thick tip of him, you sink him into you until he reaches the deepest part of your being.

You start jumping on top of him, your hands on his hard chest, digging your nails in, leaving half-moon marks on his skin. You bite your lower lip at the pleasure your body begins to have. He laughs as his hands slide over your legs and up your back caressing every curve of your body as you ride him. John lays back on the bed, content to just watch you take control and see how your tits move and how you take it… he bites his tongue as he watches you try to hold back a moan coming from low in his throat.

"Oh, you're a wildcat, aren't you, love…?"

“A wild kitten who loves to ride,” you murmur as you continue moving.

A growl rumbles against your lips as he lets you continue, his fingers digging into your thighs as he grunts in approval.

"Now, that's what I was talking about honey…" he moans.

"Mmm" she throws her head back as she continues to lightly jump on him.

John gives a low, throaty chuckle.

"That's it… That's my good girl," he moans, standing up, with you still inside him, his arms around you as you move against him, his mouth eating yours and his tongue pushing into your mouth, tangling with yours. Wait, love…” he says suddenly, grabbing your waist firmly and moves, sliding over you against the bed. He growls, burying his face in your skin, his tongue flicking across your neck and breasts, licking your hard nipples while his other hand digs into your hips as he thrusts into you again and again.

"You are so beautiful, love…"

“John…” you sigh, putting your fingers in his hair, pushing it against his neck.

He presses a small kiss against your skin and his fangs dig into your skin making you moan loudly in pleasure, the taste of him awakening something primal in him.

"So sweet, so mine… Say it. Tell you that I am yours…"

"I'm yours…" You moan as John pushes against your hips, "yours… only yours."

He breathes heavily against her skin, the primal desire in him coming to light.

"Only mine. Say it again…"

"Only yours…"

“Again,” He orders, his eyes looking directly into yours, his mouth close to yours. His breath is warm and his hands lightly squeeze his neck as he waits for your response.

"Say it again, honey."

"Only yours!"

He lets out a chuckle as he moves even closer to you, devouring your mouth with his, moaning as he rocks against you, penetrating you to the depths of your being.

"Mm, you're such a good girl, love… You don't know how much I missed you…"

"I missed you more…" you moan, opening your eyes, looking at John's beautiful fangs, "you're so beautiful…"

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes looking directly at you.

"I am only yours, my love. I missed you… I missed you every day we were apart. I thought I would lose my mind being away from you…"

"You're here" you whisper, caressing his neck and neck with your nails while he moves slowly, sensually, filling your emptiness, with his body joined to yours. One of his hands passes over your breasts, lightly squeezing the soft flesh there.

"How could I have spent so much time without you…?"

"Now you are here" you repeat "With me…"

"Yes, dear. I'm here…" His hand runs down your stomach and slides over your clit, touching your swollen, sensitive bud as you squirm under his touch. "My love. My soulmate… Mine… Never the more I will leave you. Never."

He pulls you against him again, his hand tangling in your hair as he kisses you hungrily. The soft flesh of your chest curves against him as you press hard against him, his lips parting as he takes your mouth with animalistic force. John lets out a low growl in his throat as his hand moves lower, his fingers caressing her soft skin as he lets him take control.

"I love you… I missed you so much…" His voice is breathy, low and hoarse with lust "I missed this… You feel so good, my love" His hands are eager as they move over her, eager to feel every inch of her skin "So soft… Your touch… It's all I can think about. I missed you. I love you, Juliet"

Your voice stays in your throat, focused on maintaining the control you think is already lost. The pace of their hips quickens, their breathing becoming ragged as they move together. Their mouths still attached to each other hungrily. John fucks you hard, pressing himself hard against you as if he could melt into you. You moan against his mouth and his hand gently closes around your neck.

His breathing is short and hoarse, his fingers gripping your hair now pressing you against him and he grunts, his eyes locked on yours as he fucks you, moving his hips over and over. His hands hold you tightly, kissing you, hungry, thirsty. His hands touch you everywhere.

You look into his eyes, feeling his rough hands on your body as he moves against you, your breathing becomes ragged and his foreheads press together as desire pools in your belly. His fingers dig into your hips and his nails leave dark red marks on your skin. John bites down on your shoulder, leaving marks along your sensitive skin and licks, holding you against him.

"Mine," his voice is a rumble, a low growl coming from his chest. His fangs are still out, leaving marks around your body. His tongue flickers against your skin. “So delicious… So sweet… You're mine… All mine…” His hand comes down from him, his fingers curling around the sensitive flesh. The pace of his hips against your body begins to increase once again, the heat burning in his stomach increasing even more.

“Oh John…” You moan.

The pace of their bodies moving together increases rapidly, sweat dripping from his skin, his limbs tangled in sheets. His hands grab your hair and pull it back, your mouth finding his in a long, passionate kiss. Your thighs curl against his body, his breathing quickens as you climax, your nails digging into his back. You tremble against him, the climax shaking you. John slows his movements and lies on top of you, face buried in your neck, feeling your pulse, still licking. And your hands caress the back of John's neck, as he tries to catch his breath.

"That's my girl…" He presses his nose against his neck, his fangs hitting his flesh surprising you "You're mine" his hand reaches out and runs down his thigh with a growl. under "Mine"

"Yes my love… all yours…"

His fingers find your sensitive flesh, touching, squeezing, making your legs contract and your hips move against him, his lips against your neck, pulling her back. John's touch is rough and playful as his hand rubs and caresses your clit, teasing you, teasing you gently now, as his fangs are sunk into your skin again.*

"Very, very good…" his voice is soft, the heat in his stomach still brewing.

"John…"

“Mm…” He grunts, his hand pressing against the flesh of her thigh “Mine…” His fingers continue to rub your swollen clit as he continues to move against you, massaging the spot, teasing you and rubbing your thigh once more.” Good girl…” He murmurs softly before biting your neck again, his fangs sinking into your skin gently as he lets out a contented sigh, “Mine.”

"Oh god…" she moans, feeling like she's going to explode.

“That's it…” His words are a low, rough growl, his hand pressing against your thigh as his fingers massage and tease and tease, “Good girl…” His fangs sink deeper into your neck, his voice she hoarse, her mouth still wet with his blood "God, you're so good… The best… the only one, the hottest, the sexiest… fuck my love… you're delicious… I want to fuck you until "That you can't scream anymore." He laughs at his own rude words, his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh, feeling her body squirm beneath his.

“John…” is all you can say, possessed by pleasure.

"I need more, baby. More, more…" His voice is a rough, hungry growl, his lips devouring your neck, sucking your blood as he squeezes your breasts with a wild sensation that makes you shiver and gasp with fervent desire.

Your fingers tug at John's hair, pushing him against you.

"Oh my God, John…"

His grip tightens slightly, his fangs sinking deeper into your skin as he lets out another satisfied growl.

"Oh, you're so good, my love…" He begins to move faster, his voice almost breathless. "I'm close, Juliet. So close… So, so close…" The pressure increases, his fingers grip your thigh harder, his other hand squeezing your breasts. His teeth are deep in your flesh, the smell of your blood fills his senses. "Oh, God… Oh God…" his voice echoes at the edge of his ear, the fangs of He brushes against your neck as he continues to move. "Oh, my love…" The pressure reaches its peak, his voice hoarse and his body tense as passion overflows into him.

"Baby…"

His grip tightens on your flesh, his fangs sinking even deeper. He releases a moan deep in his stomach.

"I…" his mouth trembles as he presses his lips against his neck "I'm going… Do you want…? I'm going to fill you up my love…" his voice is hoarse and breathless, his body trembles with emotion.

"Please… cum inside me, please…" You moan against him.

“Oh, God…” He sticks out his tongue, tasting the blood on your neck as his fangs sink a little deeper again, a low, hoarse moan leaving his throat. He moans your name, his hips still moving against yours, his fingers still gripping your flesh. His body still trembles, his hips slowing slightly as the passion subsides slightly.

His fangs retract and his tongue licks your wounds as his fingers sink into your hips and his orgasm rocks you, filling you with his hot, white liquid, filling your walls. His lips press your skin in a soft caress, apologizing for the brutality of a few seconds ago, his eyes look at your skin making sure there are no wounds or traces of blood, his hips still move against yours at a slower pace.

"Yes… Ohh…" He sighs softly, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck and his fingers still gripping your thighs "That was fantastic, baby. That was fantastic" His voice is husky, his tongue still lick the blood from your neck.

"Always…." you sigh exhausted "It always is…" you caress him while he licks the remains of blood and at the same time heals your wounds "I'm… I'm sleepy"

His eyes roam over your body, his fingers still caressing your thighs as he smiles.

"Come here…" He gently pulls you against him, nuzzling your face against his neck and kissing you as he does so "How could you be tired my love? I can't understand it" He laughs at his own words before licking the edges. from his wounds, letting his saliva do the work.

She laughs at you, snuggling against his chest.

"you left me empty… I just need… to sleep and eat something"

He laughs and leans back against the headboard of the bed, his fingers still gently caressing and massaging her thigh. His eyes roam over your skin as he looks straight at you, with your eyes half-lidded.

"Then rest my love. If my beautiful, sexy girl needs to rest on her man's muscular chest…Who am I to deny her?" He laughs and reaches up to caress her cheek.

"You're the best…" he whispers with his eyes closed, snuggling against her chest.

"Don't thank me yet, my love, I'm far from done with you" He smiles at you as he rests his head on yours, his fingers continue to caress the skin of your neck and he looks at you from time to time "Wasn't I too much… . rough?"

"It's okay my love, it was okay"

John sighs.

"Do you know how much I want you?" John kisses your head, his voice hoarse with desire. One of his hands rises to his hair, gently running through his silky strands.

"You're insatiable…" you tease, smiling against the skin of his chest.

"And you're the only one I want to be insatiable with…" his hand runs over your curves. He pulls his face away to kiss your cheek and his lips move down to your neck, making you shiver, his hand tugging at your hair lightly "I want your body… I long for your skin…" He leans forward slightly, his mouth finding yours. her in a long, slow and deep kiss.

But suddenly a doubt strikes you, one that you haven't been able to help thinking about for some time. You promised not to talk about it again, because you knew he didn't agree, but you couldn't help it. The idea of not being with him filled you with bitterness.

"And you're going to love and desire me when I'm old and wrinkled?" you stare at him "and you are still this man in front of me? you will always be young… immortal…"

"You could be an old hag with wrinkles down to the floor and I would still look at you with eyes full of love and desire," he says. You roll your eyes and huff in frustration. You feel him laugh against your skin, his lips kissing the skin of your neck lovingly "You, my love, are the air I breathe, the blood in my veins. I can't spend a second without wanting you. Without needing you. Without loving you. .."

"But I will die… of old age or worse… while you…" your lips close and your eyebrows furrow bitterly. John kisses your neck and then stares at you.

"I don't even think about that, Juliet. I don't care. The only thing that matters is you and me and how we make each other feel. And that we love…" he tilts his head and kisses your lips, grabs your hair with his hands and extends your neck "…We make love…" he laughs and steps back a little, looking at her, his voice still rough with emotion "We make each other feel good things we don't want to lose" He he smiles softly "We're together…" and kisses your neck.

But your brow is still frowning.

"But not forever, one day I will die and you won't…"

He runs his fingers through your hair and pulls away to look at you again. His blue eyes shining in the dark.

"Let's not talk about that. Just…" He trails off, pressing his lips against hers once more, "no… let's just enjoy the time we have." He smiles softly, a low, rumbling purr coming from his chest as he the kiss continues.

"But I want to be yours… forever…"

"You're mine now…" He smiles against your skin as he moves his hands up your thighs, opening them for him. His lips trace your neck, sliding his fangs over your skin as you shudder. “You belong to me and I belong to you…” He moans in satisfaction as he sinks his fangs near your collarbone, a soft, delicate bite that he then licks to seal.” Mine…” His voice is hoarse.

"You know what I mean," you murmur, turning away from him slightly, watching her calm expression trying to keep control of what she knows you'll say next. "I want you to turn me…"

"Mine…only mine for all eternity…?" He smiles, stepping back and looking at you. “Become…? My sweet human girl…?” He stares at you, his voice husky. “The only thing you need to become is my love.” He pulls you close to him, his mouth against your ear. “You are already mine, Juliet. You have been mine from the moment we met.” His Fingers run over the skin of her abdomen, caressing her body.

“but I…” you whisper and he presses her mouth against yours smiling.

“I know, sweetie” He sighs softly and leans his head back, his words low and harsh “But, that doesn't make our connection any less” The heat of their lovemaking still fills him, the air is full. of his scent and saliva "You belong to me, just as I belong to you" He smiles, his breathing is ragged, hot and rough "You will never feel the warmth of another person's touch, the scent of their breath against your neck, their fingers moving for your flesh… more than mine"

"It means… you're not going to turn me…" you whisper, staring at him. John nods slowly, running a finger over your skin as he looks at you warily.

"No…no, I won't and do you know why?"

"Because?" you grumble.

"Because you are my human… my precious tender and mortal girl" He smiles. "And I won't change that. I won't touch you… I won't turn you… and I'll make you change your soul" He pauses, the smile still on his face "I love you as you are… Just like this… just like that." which one are you” His expression softens and his fingers run over his chin “Just like I met you…” He smiles softly.

"But I will die… someday.." you whisper.

"Yes, you will, darling. Someday…" his gaze lingers on hers. The love and affection in his eyes are overwhelming as he stares at her, drinking in the sight of her. "Someday… But you don't have to think about that now. You're here, with me." His voice is low, his hand caresses your hair. "There's no need to look into the future. Stay in the present." He leans over her, his breath hot in her ear as he whispers, "Stay in the present… and stay with me."

"But I can't." You get up and sit on the bed with your knees bent, staring into space. "I can't think about the present if I know I won't be with you forever…" He stares at her, caressing her hands. her hair.

"Honey… What matters is that you are with me now. What matters is our love, in this very moment" his words are tender as his fingers gently caress her chin, his voice hoarse, low and full of gravel but you can't. look at him "Look at me, Juliet. Look at me" his fingers continue caressing you as you speak "I love you. I love you, right now. Stay in this moment with me, darling…"

"I-I can't…" she whispers, looking at him with glassy eyes.

"Love…" He pulls you close to him, his body pressed against yours "Come here, love, stay in this moment with me" He kisses her on the cheek "Just… Stay in this moment with me" He whispers, his voice He snores, his fingers moving over your body as he snuggles you against him.

"I don't want to die… I don't want to grow old… forget you… How can you tolerate it?"

He sighs, his voice hoarse and rumbling.

"I can't stand the thought of losing you or you forgetting either. I want to be with you every second I breathe, sweet girl." He pulls you closer and moves your face with his fingers so you can look into his eyes, the tips of his fingers clean your cheeks "But… but this is what you are. You're human… You're not immortal" he pauses and his fingers move over your cheeks "Honey…" He kisses her on the cheek, his voice hoarse with love once again… "You are what keeps me human too…"

You close your eyes sobbing and he kisses you, calming you, your fears and your fears, immersing yourself in your caresses in his security, in his love, in his passion, in what only someone like him knows how to give you.

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