#the bite marks on his neck and the tasteful one on his umm chest would be great hints at his backstory if i hadn't forgotten to draw them i

[svampira]

he goes out like this🤷‍♀️

#this is lore relevant enough to go in the main tag. hi #the bite marks on his neck and the tasteful one on his umm chest would be great hints at his backstory if i hadn't forgotten to draw them i #like half of them but like. vampires can heal or whatever still works #vtm #vampire the masquerade #/elias #toreador #scarabocchi #these were mostly done at 1 am if that explains anything #thank you to a beloved mutual for the doodle ideas

[ghost-b0i]

Tell me why tf did i just learned that No fingers February's a thing?!!!

Okay, but imagine. Deku teasing you all month while you're trying to complete this month without cumming.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a smirk starting to form on his lips at the sight of your cheeks turning pink.

"Nothing" you quickly answered as you turned back to your laptop, trying to focus on your work.

But how can you focus on your work while your boyfriend is right in front of you, chugging down a bottle of water, his shirt soaked in sweat from his workout, his muscles push against the wet fabric of his thight shirt, this man is truly a snack for the eye.

He's been at it this whole month, Teasing you at any chance he can get, kissing you while his hand rests under the curve of your ass or relaxing on your inner thigh, his thumb gently caresses your soft skin.

You're actually very surprised of yourself for lasting a whole month, even though your beautiful partner have been waking around the house wearing thight clothes or down right shirtless; if it was any other day of the year you would push him down to the sofa and ride his dick until you're satisfied.

"Damm Mina.." you curseed under your breath, somehow she knows everytime you two have been fucking the night before or even at said day, so there's no way you could cheat this bet.

"Hey Puppy?" Deku's voice cut you out of your thoughts "how long until February's over?"

"Umm, it's 10pm now, so 2 more hours"

"Okay" he smiled "imma go shower, wanna join?"

"N-not now" you stuttered on your words, feeling your arousing soaking into your underwear just from the thought.

----

As soon as the clock striker midnight Izuku's hands were ramming across your body, no matter what he just couldn't get enough of touching you, his hands sliding against the skin of your thighs and heading up, sliding under your shirt. You gasp at his mouth as he massages your nub stiff.

Soft moans leaving your trout as his lips trail to your neck, leaving hickis and biting marks at your skin before pulling back and tearing your shirt apart. Your chest now exposed for him, though it wasn't enough satisfie his hungr for your body, and it didn't take him long to tear your shorts and underwear apart to reveal your soaking pussy.

His eyes widen, green orbs scanning your body before hungrily kissing your chest.

"Fuck I missed your body" he groaned between kisses, sucking at one of your stiffened nubs while rubbing the other. His lips trailed down your stomach, leaving soft kisses on every inch of your skin. Finally, he reached the wet spot between your thighs; usually he would make you beg for him to eat you, but today he didn't have even a slight bit of power to hold himself back, his orbs glanced at you as his tounge stroked you, collecting your arousment on his tounge and moaning at the taste. It didn't take him long to have you cumming on his tongue, your sweet taste coating his mouth, and you thighs shake beside each side of his pretty face.

But he wasn't satisfied just yet, not until he has the bed soaked with your squirt. Two thick digits slipped into your slit, his thumb pressing against your clit.

Soon enough you were screaming his name, your back arching as you came once more.

Now he can fuck you and destroy any chance of you walking tomorrow.

He has your knees to your chin as you scream his name, hands grabbing at the pillow while your body slppasams around him.

"Ready for more gorgeous?" He asked with a grin.

#mha deku #bnha deku #bnha izuku #izuku mydoria #izuku midoria x reader #mha izuku #bnha midoriya #deku #bnha smut #deku midoriya

[baekxytocin]

Valentine's Special 2023 Part 3: Breakfast On Bed (M)

Fluff

Mature

Romantic

Sensitive

Smut

Warning: This is a mature, sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.

Character:

Baekhyun

Reader

‘How would you rate my breakfast service?’

1115 words

You turn to the other side with your eyes still closed, and you notice that your husband, Byun Baekhyun, is not there. “Hmm? But he’s having an off day today” as you slowly open your eyes. You check the time and it is only seven in the morning. Not long after, your husband enters the bedroom with a tray of food and various bottle of jams.

“Good morning, my dear wife” Baekhyun smiles, places the tray at the nearest coffee table and gives you a morning kiss. “Good morning. Where have you been?” you ask with your hoarse voice. “Kitchen. I am making breakfast for us” he wraps your waist with his muscular arms. “Hmm…. What a pleasant surprise from my husband” you smile, and plant a kiss on his lips.

“Let’s have breakfast here” your husband tightens his embrace. “Here? Okay…. But be careful with the sheets…. We just change it two days ago….” you caress his manly chest. “I’m not sure about that…. Probably we need to change it again today, umm….” he kisses your forehead, cupping your face. Then, he takes a whipped cream from the tray and sprays it on your already naked breasts.

“Oops, my bad….” he lays you on the bed, eating the whipped cream sprayed on your body.

“Umm…. What kind of breakfast is this, hubby?” you teasingly ask. “This is what we call an appetiser, sweetie, hmm…. so delicious” he licks the whipped cream clean from your breasts.

“Another round, please” you gently request. “Certainly” he smiles. This time, he sprinkles some strawberry jam on your nipples again, then starts sucking your neck, biting and leaving a few love marks there, and then he goes down, nibbling your nipples with the flavour.

“Ahhh…. Ummmm….” you turn on by his breakfast service. He attacks your lips; you could feel the sweet taste of your breakfast romance this morning. While kissing, his hands explore your body, rubbing your belly gently, then goes straight to your clit. “Hubby, ahh…. ahh….” his wonderful hands make you moan as he massages your pussy in slow motion. In just a short time, you are shaking, reaching your first orgasm for the day.

“Oh…. Does my message that good? I haven’t tasted you yet…. I think I’ll have one more over here….” he takes a honey jam and wipes it around your bare womanhood.

“OHH!!” You arch your back when Baekhyun goes down, licking your vagina with the honey flavour clean. “Hubby…. Ahh ahhhh ummm…. Ahhh…. Hubby ahhhh….” He attacks your clit with his tongue. While he still tasting your wetness, he inserts two fingers inside you, making you whimper more.

“Ohh! I’m cumming again!” He escalates his finger movement, and it sends you to your second climax this morning. “Do…. Do we have…. Chocolate jam?” you ask while still taking your breath. “Yes, we do” Baekhyun answers. You flip his body, now you are on top of him. You see the chocolate jam. You rub the chocolate on his chest, then proceed to kiss him. From the kiss, you slowly go down, licking and nibbling each part of his body before reaching his chest.

You playfully bite and blow gently at his ear, while he lets out a manly groan from your action. “Ummm…. So good, do it again” and you repeat the same movement at his other ear. “Hurry, taste my candy, sweetie” your husband pleads, but you shake your head. “Nope. I want to savour each part of you…. You’re not going anywhere today, right?” you raise your eyebrow. “Yes, sweetie, I am going somewhere, which is inside you….” as he gives you a playful kiss.

“Hmm… I’m going to stop if you want to hurry” you make an act of getting off the bed but he quickly grabs and hugs you again. “Oh, I’m sorry, dear customer, please continue what you are doing just now, and please stay to enjoy the service I’m about to offer next” and you giggle listening to his word.

You lick the chocolate clean from his chest, while mischievously biting his nipple. “Ohh…. Ohh….” He grunts, enjoying the affection you gave to him. Then, you gradually go down to his manhood area. You caress his thigh without touching his already hard shaft that is covered with his underwear. You gently kiss his bulge without taking his underwear off. “Ahh…. Umm…. UMMM….” his hums and groans are getting louder. The moment you strip his last piece of clothes below, the majestic pride of his springs free.

You spray some whipped cream, sprinkle with some chocolate on his rod, and then slurp the flavour down to your throat. “ARGHHH!! OHHH!! He grunts hard when you instantly speed up your movement. His hips follow along with your motion, making him groan louder. You swallow all his cum with tasty, different flavours after that. “OH, WOW!!” He pulls you towards him, nuzzling your nose together. “I would like to offer you my extra service of the main course today” as he spreads your thigh, while you still on top of him.

“I would love to taste that, Mr Hubby” you both giggles. With his still rock, hard shaft, he enters you easily, making you moan and closing your eyes together, feeling the sensual feeling hovering within your body. “Ohh…. so wet…. ummm…. tight…. ahh ummm….” he thrusts his cock in and out of you. “Ummmm…. Ummmm…. UMMMM....” you hum louder, not caring about anyone who may hear you making love early in the morning.

While he hugs you, he purposely slams his hard member into you so that you moan louder. “AHHH! AHHH!” he hammers a few times while biting your neck, sending you to your next quiver of pleasure. You could still feel his rod hard inside you when he suddenly flips you, now he is on top of you. He kisses you fiercely and starts to accelerate his thrust inside you. “Sweetie…. ahh…. ahh…. ahh ummm ahh ahhhh ahh umm….” With his eyes half closed, he shakingly calls your name and you know that he almost come, while another tension builds up within you as well.

You wrap your legs, pulling him to you as close as possible. “AHHHH!!!!” both of you scream together, reaching your euphoric state. He shivers, and slams his member, shooting his cum as deep as he could into your womb. Both of you stay in missionary position, kissing passionately and slowly while getting off the high from you two.

He opens his eyes. “How would you rate my breakfast service? Do I get a score of a hundred for that?” as he kisses your forehead.

You chuckle as you answer. “Infinity. Perfect.”

Thank you for reading.

Uploaded on: 23rd February 2023

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[ficsforeren]

Shadow Kiss

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Vampire AU, Roommates AU, Smut, Fluff, Comedy

Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat–even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis and making thirst trap videos on TikTok for a living.

Warnings: vampire sex, drunk sex, sex in front of a mirror, blood sucking, unprotected sex, slight choking, swearing, alcohol consumption. 

Word Count: 18K (I'm sorry, he's such a diva in this fic, I had to include a lot of his crazy antics 💀)

I'm very proud to announce that this is my first collab with Nokky from @rainbuniart! Thank you for the amazing drawing, baby. I can't wait to see your Vampire Prince Eren fanart next 😍😍😍

Supernatural things don’t really scare you. Growing up in a family that tells urban legends and mystical myths as bedtime stories makes you feel somewhat reserved toward spooky stuff, to the point that you won’t even bat an eyelash during a jump scare at literally any scary movie out there. It’s not like you’ve seen any supernatural creatures with your own eyes but you believe in their existence, especially when you live in a town where freaky things happen on a daily basis.

You’re not sure about werewolves and zombies, but vampires do roam the earth the second the moon replaces the sun. It’s not merely a rumor anymore, it’s a fact. But they keep their presence a secret, trying to act as humanly as possible so they won’t gather unnecessary attention. And since no one has found any dead bodies with bite marks or severe blood loss, people don’t identify them as a threat. You perceive things similarly. As long as they don’t bother you, then you can coexist in peace. That’s what you believe.

So when you visit your neighbor in the middle of the night, the unbelievably hot guy who lives just across the hallway, you figure you’ll see him smiling back, maybe even offer you a cup of coffee out of courtesy. Now, you don’t usually barge into someone else’s apartment even when the front door is unlocked, but seeing how the two of you are already on a first-name basis, always greeting each other with a nod whenever your eyes make eye contact, you think to yourself, Yeah, he wouldn’t mind if I come in, would he? What’s the worst thing that could happen anyway? He’s too cute to be a serial killer. Which, you realize soon enough, was poor, terrible logic on your part.

But you twist open his doorknob with a click and invite yourself in.

So clearly, you did not expect to see him sitting bare-chested on the couch with his girlfriend’s legs hooked around his waist. Clearly, you did not expect to see his hand yanking at the roots of her hair, forcing her to expose the column of her neck and making her call his name in the most wanton moan you’ve ever heard in your life—even if you’ve had a fair share of watching porn movies (for, umm, research purposes). And you most clearly did not expect to see him sinking his canines deep into her skin, paying no mind to the hot, crimson liquid that taint her bare shoulder, and groaning in bliss as he relishes the taste of her blood.

So naturally, the only thing you can think of is:

Oh shit.

“Wait!” A hand finds its way to tangle around your wrist when you slip behind his front door to run back to your apartment. His icy cold skin makes you flinch in surprise but you keep your face still. As you turn around to see the owner, you’re greeted by a pair of red, glowing eyes. You remember precisely that your neighbor, who you assume is in his early twenties, has a pair of emeralds instead of rubies. But perhaps your mind is playing a trick on you because, by the time you blink, they change back to green, only this time, they look darker than the night.

His brunette hair is long enough to cascade down to his shoulders, seeming unbelievably soft and silky as it frames his strong cheekbones. His lips and cheeks are smeared with fresh blood, possibly from trying to wipe his mouth in a haste with the back of his hand. His fangs are no longer shown and although he seems breathless, you can tell he’s not breathing from how still his chest is moving (but you’re too distracted with the sight of how toned it is to care). And his abs… Let’s not talk about his abs, you mentally slap yourself, knowing that you could make a whole PowerPoint presentation to inform the world about how perfect they are. His black jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips, unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, and it’s harder for you to not stare at his V-lines compared to the amount of blood that painted his lips.

Trying to act nonchalant, you simply ask, “Yes?”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you're not a vampire who was drinking blood from your girlfriend’s neck a few seconds ago?”

He gapes, eyes growing wide, before, “Okay, then it is what it looks like.”

You retract your hand, giving him a formal nod. “Cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yeah, as in, no problem.” You nonchalantly shrug. “You've got a kink. I understand.”

“No, I mean—” He pinches the bridge of his nose, somewhat dizzy from your reaction. “Why are you so calm about this?”

Your forehead creases in confusion. “Would you rather have me freaking out and tell our landlord that you’ve been spilling a maiden’s blood on his carpet?”

“Well, no, but—” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Also, I’m a professional. I don’t leave stains.”

Your eyes drift down to the carpeted floor underneath him, stained by a few droplets of crimson. “Sure, you don’t.”

The man, catching your gaze, turns flustered. “That was from last night. I was in a hurry.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I haven’t spilled anything today.”

“Congratulations, I’m impressed.” You clap your hands twice, face blank. “Well anyway, I guess I owe you an apology. I didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment without permission and disturb your…” You scratch your cheek, attempting to find the right word. “Late night snacking time—”

“Oh, God.” He rubs his palm over his face but before he can protest any further, his lover is calling him from the inside of his room.

“Eren, baby, come back to me. I haven’t cummed yet.”

You stare flatly at him, trying not to look as judgmental as possible but most likely failing terribly at it. “She sounds nice.”

He mirrors the look on your face. “Yeah, well, she tastes nice.”

“Ugh, too much info there, buddy.”

“No, I mean, her blood, not her—” You’re not sure whether vampires can blush but this one surely seems like he can. “Why did you even come here again?”

“Oh, that’s right.” You recall. “This is completely cliche and I wish I could provide a better excuse but I was making coffee and I ran out of sugar. Do you have some I can borrow? And maybe some cream?”

“Seriously?” It’s supposed to be a sarcastic response, but when he sees you nodding your head, he adds, “Do I look like I drink coffee in my spare time?”

“You spend eternity without drinking coffee?” You gasp, laying a hand on your heart. “I feel sorry for you.”

“Leave. Please.”

***

On the next evening, you find yourself crossing the hallway and knocking on his apartment door again. Knowing how patience has never been one of your virtues, you spin his doorknob after your third knock. Like last night, it’s unlocked with a click so you invite yourself in, calling his name.

“Jaeger, are you here—”

“I really need to fix that stupid lock.”

The sound of his voice startles you when he suddenly walks into view, but not as much as the sight of him with a towel hanging around his neck. His long dark hair is pushed back, dripping water to his bare chest. You know you shouldn’t look but that’s exactly what you’re doing, following those droplets as they slide down his navel, soaking the towel he has wrapped around his waist.

He notices you’re staring and he lets you take as much time as you want to marvel at his body. When you come back to your senses, bringing your eyes back to his face, he tosses you a small smirk, “So, how was it?”

“How—“ You clear your throat. “How was what?”

“The experience of running your virgin eyes over my god-like abs.”

You cough once but other than that, you succeed at keeping yourself reticent and unfazed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So, you’re fine seeing me with human blood on my face but completely left in shock when I’m half-naked?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You sound like a robot with the vocabulary of a toddler.

“You do know us vampires can tell when you’re lying, right? We can hear your heartbeat.”

Fantastic. “Oh, yeah, that’s right.” If acting nonchalant doesn’t work, it’s time to bite back with sarcasm—that’s always been your motto. “Because you totally heard me walking into your apartment last night.”

“That—” He clears his throat. “I was… distracted.”

“You mean you were too horny to notice.”

“You—” He let out a harsh breath, perhaps a habit he invented to make him seem more human? “Are you going to visit me every day? ‘Cause I’m gonna have to file a complaint if you are.”

“Can’t I greet my neighbor?” You sweetly ask, batting your eyelashes.

He snorts loudly but walks away, throwing himself on the couch. “Seriously, why aren’t you surprised about this?”

“About you being a vampire? Or about your God awful taste in women?”

“Yeah?” He mocks back, making a face. “As if your boyfriend Armin Arlert is any better.” When he sees you tuck your chin, seemingly mortified, he snickers. “Enlighten me, Princess. How does it feel to have a lover that can only last for one minute during—”

“Okay, I’ll take my words back. Everything. Can we move on, please?” You try to yank yourself back to your normal state, even when you feel downright ashamed. “So, this vampire thing. How long have you been a vampire?”

“Long enough.”

“How old were you when you first turned?”

“Young enough.”

“How often do you drink human blood?“

“Often enough.”

You glare at him, earning a sly grin in return. “You’re not taking me seriously, are you?”

He sends you the best solemn expression he can manage, even when his lips are itching to form a smirk. “Serious enough.”

“Right, okay, I’m leaving. Have fun being an asshole for eternity.”

But the second you pivot in your heels, Eren is already on the other side of the room. His superhuman speed startles you, almost knocking you off your balance. Closing the front door, Eren leans his back against it. “Now, now,” he croons, tilting his head, “You come in as you please, uninvited. You don’t think I’ll let you go just like that, do you?”

You raise an eyebrow in question. “What do you want?”

“I think it’s something that we both want.” He steps closer, his husky voice turning smooth and alluring. “You know what I’m talking about, right?”

You gulp, suddenly becoming nervous. He’s an arms reach away, and then closer, and closer until you can feel his cold fingers tracing against your cheekbone. He lifts your face, locking his striking green eyes with yours and you swear, you see them glow.

“I’m—” You can feel your breathing stutter. “I’m not giving you my blood.”

“But it’s not blood that I want from you.” His eyes are hooded, his thumb tracing your lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about this lately, so much that I could barely think about anything else.”

Your heart is a ticking bomb inside your chest. “A-about what?”

He pulls back his lips, showcasing a pair of white fangs that petrifies you at once. He dives his head, the tip of his canines grazing against the supple skin of your neck before he shifts closer to your ear and he whispers.

“About our rent. Do you want to move in together so we can split the rental fee?”

***

It’s both ridiculous and dumb, his offer to move in together for cheaper rent, so it��s even more ridiculous and dumb when you agree to it. Several reasons make sense, actually—at least, to you anyway: 1) your neighbor may be a vampire but he’s super hot and although that doesn’t make everything okay, it does make his offer sound incredibly tempting, 2) your landlord is going to raise the rent in the following two months, 3) your part-time job’s salary can only cover so much of your living cost and you have no savings whatsoever, 4) if you can ignore the fact that he brings random girls at night for midnight snacks, he becomes much, much more attractive.

Of course, there are risks to think about as well. Sharing a place with another person can be a hassle, so you can only imagine how problematic it would be to share your home with a vampire. What if he loses control? What if he gets too thirsty and starts drinking from you instead?

You swallow hard. The thought of it is actually kind of… sexy.

Armin. You mentally slap yourself in the head. You have a boyfriend, you idiot. Stop having a crush on your damn neighbor.

But it's not like there is anything serious going on with Armin, is it? You guys were just lab partners in high school, went on a couple of dates, had a terribly awkward first kiss, had a heavy make-out session with him ejaculating under one minute when you dry-humped him on the couch of your living room and that’s it. You like him, he likes you, but yeah, nothing serious.

“My apartment or yours?” You ask Eren after a week has passed by, the second he opens his door for you. “Your apartment is bigger, but mine is cleaner.”

“Whatever you want, Princess,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t mind as long as we can split the fee.”

“Yeah, why is that? You’re running out of money?”

His smirk instantly falters. It takes him a few seconds before he answers in chagrin, "Yeah."

"You've been alive for what, centuries? And you're still broke?"

Your judging tone makes him tighten his jaws. “Well, it’s not exactly easy for vampires to get a job these days.”

“You literally have superhuman skills.”

“Well, you guys have technology!” He throws his hands in the air, absolutely disgusted with the word by the sight of it. “And the Internet! Sure, I can run pretty fast, I have super hearing and super strength—hell, I can see in the dark too but these fucking technologies can do literally everything I’m capable of—and everything I’m not capable of—with only a few clicks! Do you think that’s fair? For me, an eight hundred-year-old vampire, to be pushed aside like this by a goddamn remote? And what is that thing you guys do on your phones where you dance to random songs and do things like taking off your shirt— ”

“You mean TikTok?”

“YES!” He exclaims dramatically with his head thrown back. “I fucking hate that thing! Back in my days, we needed to use flattery and gold and gifts to win a lady’s heart—not me, though, have you seen this face?” His cocky smirk returns for a few seconds to make a point before he starts raging again. “But look at them now! They just took off their clothes and they got hundreds of girls saying, Mmm, Daddy, spit in my mouth and call me a whore—how is that fair?! I also want to spit in a girl’s mouth and call her a whore without having her file a restraining order against me!”

Never in your life would you have thought that you’d see a vampire complaining about TikTok’s thirst traps with his cheeks puffing out in anger, but here you are. “Do you need a hug?”

He’s still pouting but he weakly shrugs. “Yeah, okay.”

“There, there.” You give him a pat on his back as he leans down so you can reach his height. “I’ll teach you how to make a thirst trap video someday, how about that?”

He nods like a child. “Promise?”

“Promise.” You pull away, squeezing his shoulders. “Don’t worry, you’ll get through this. So, about moving in together. Shall we talk about house rules and stuff?”

“Sure, but before that,” he sweetly smiles, opening his door wider for you. “Come in. I won’t bite.”

It’s something about him using that poor choice of words with that teasing smirk on his face that makes your stomach feel uneasy but you nod and let yourself in. As he closes the door, he adds, “Unless that's what you’re into.”

“Getting my blood drunk by a vampire?” You scoff, trying to steady your racing heart though he can probably tell already. “Why would it be something I’m into?”

“Well, my ladies surely enjoyed it,” he chuckles and you secretly think to yourself, yeah because you’re fucking hot, that’s why, but you keep yourself ignorant on the outside. “But if you’re ever curious,” he coos, eyes gleaming as he snatches a hair tie from his wrist, pushes his bangs back with one hand, and ties his hair up messily in a bun. “I’m down anytime you want.”

You shudder, but from disgust or excitement, you’re not sure. “Thanks, but no thanks. So, house rules?”

***

It turns out to be shockingly easy to share an apartment with an undead creature of the night. Your source of information regarding vampires is from the collection of your young adult supernatural novels, ranging from something serious like Interview with The Vampire to something mediocre like The Vampire Diaries, and something absolutely ridiculous and downright outrageous like Twilight. So it’s not really surprising when your first assumption of vampires are dead people who look unusually pale but strikingly attractive, have constant frowns on their faces as they brood over literally everything that’s happening as if they’re constipated all the time (they’re not since vampires don’t have that bodily function anymore) and kill people in their spare time by sucking their blood dry.

But Eren isn’t like that at all. At one point, you have to remind yourself that he’s a vampire who's lived for 845 years and not a brat going through puberty.

Because Eren isn’t pale, his skin is tan as if he was kissed by the sun when he has been hiding from it his whole life. It’s smooth, unscarred, and almost golden under the fluorescent light of your apartment.

He’s not heartless either. He cried (he wouldn’t admit it but he did) when he watched Hachiko, even when the dog owner was still alive and well. He kept shouting to the screen, “Bad shit is going to happen. Bad shit is going to happen to the dog—look how cute that dog is—look just how fucking cute he is—he doesn’t deserve any pain—if this dog dies by the end of the movie, I will combust!" By the end of the movie when the dog died (oops spoiler alert), Eren was bawling his eyes out, coughing and choking and everything. At one point, he even said, “Fuck, I feel like I’m about to throw up my intestines.”

“Chill, dude. It's just a movie.”

“THEY SAID IT WAS BASED ON A TRUE STORY, YOU COLD-BLOODED WITCH!”

So the thought of him killing someone by sucking their blood dry? Seems very unlikely.

And he’s not broody or angry all the time. Yes, Eren has quite a temper, but he’s extremely playful and annoyingly mischievous. He keeps his stock of blood in empty bottles of red wine and places them inside the fridge with a handwritten note that says: “It’s really just wine, Princess. I bought some as a housewarming gift. Come take a sip.” You did, once, out of curiosity, and from that day on you promised yourself that you would never trust his words ever again for as long as you live.

Being a monster, he should’ve been the cause of people’s fear, but in reality, Eren gets startled easily by a lot of things—even the things that shouldn’t scare a baby. You will never forget the day when a loud crash came thundering from his room, two seconds before he came barging into yours, screaming, “THERE’S A COCKROACH FLYING IN MY ROOM!”

“And what did you do?”

“I THREW THE TV AT IT BUT THAT FUCKING THING STILL LIVES!”

“What?! But that’s our TV!”

“IT WAS FLYING TO MY FACE AND I PANICKED—WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”

Even a butterfly that sneaks in from the window makes him jump on his feet. It was cute the first two times it happened, but seeing how he keeps on throwing random things—your phone, included—to keep the bugs away, you probably should start adding another house rule.

Speaking about rules, they’re pretty basic. It’s settled that you’ll both do your cleaning separately. No borrowing things without permission, no spending too much time in the bathroom because although he doesn’t need to go to the toilet, Eren enjoys drawing himself a warm bubble bath for hours. He'd do the most cliche things too, like putting Michael Bublé’s songs on speaker, taking a sip of his ‘red wine’ and calling it the perfect “Bublé Bath.” Now, you might think he would look fancy when he does it. His beautiful long hair grazing his shoulders; the colorful bubbles (yes, he’s using rainbow bath bombs) doing a poor, poor job at hiding his God-like body; his tongue running across his lower lip to wipe the blood before it dribbles down his chin, maybe even a sight of his fangs peeking out behind his devilish smirk. H-O-T. But it turns out that’s not the case.

Imagine walking into the bathroom to find a vampire chilling inside your tub, his legs draping on the edge, his fist curling in the air as if he was holding an invisible microphone in his hand. He'd have his eyes closed as he belted out his high notes, passionately singing, "Let me go homeeeeeeee" as if he was auditioning for a lead role in Mamma Mia. This is what you have to deal with every Sunday morning.

And you’re fine with him bringing girls over to your place as long as he does his midnight snacking in his own room. You were against it at first, but then you figure that you’re going to have Armin in your room from time to time too (your date night is cheaper this way) so you really don’t have the right to forbid him.

But man, if only you could take your words back.

Because when Eren said his ladies surely enjoyed it when he drank from them, you didn’t think that they would enjoy it this much. And you didn’t think that drinking blood from a human equals having sex with them all night long.

The sound of “Aah, yes, fuck me just like that,” and “Bite me again, Eren, please, I want you to bite me just as hard as you fuck me,” can be heard coming endlessly from his bedroom whenever he brings a girl over—sometimes even two at the same time. You have to plug your AirPods into your ears to tone down your suffering, blasting the volume to the max until you can literally feel your ears turn deaf. Even when you’ve pulled your pillow over your head, you can still hear them. Your apartment has excellent sound-proofed walls so your neighbors don’t really hear the loud screeches they’re making, but for you who sleeps in your bed just across the living room? A living hell.

Fortunately, it doesn’t happen every day. It doesn’t happen every week, even, since he always keeps some stocks of blood in the fridge.

“Did you take this blood from those girls?” You grimaced one night, as you opened your refrigerator to slide in your leftover and noticed three huge bottles of red wine filled up to the brim.

He laughed, waving a hand. “Of course not, stupid. How could I even do that in the first place? I bought some blood bags from the hospital, obviously.” He was sitting on the couch before but when he delivered his next line, he suddenly stood behind you, lips hovering dangerously close to your ear. “And just in case you’re wondering,” you could feel his smirk grazing your earlobe. “I only drink directly when I want to have sex.”

The heat was spreading almost immediately to your cheeks so you hid it by throwing a punch to his stomach, which he easily dodged. “Still,” you complained, “There’s blood in my fridge.”

“Hey, I never complain when you keep your celery juice in there.” He scrunched his nose in disgust. “I don’t eat or drink human foods, but who the fuck drinks celery juice?”

***

Eren is also quite passionate and it shows whenever he talks about something that he likes or intrigues him. It’s nice to have someone to fill the silence, moving from one random topic to another, never letting an awkward pause stretch out for too long. But he can also be exceptionally annoying when you have some paperwork to do and he’s bothering you because he’s bored out of his mind. He’ll start pestering you with questions—unimportant questions—like, “If you only have one eye, are you blinking or winking?” Or “Why is it that when you are sleeping it’s called drool but when you are awake it’s called spit?” And the stupidest of them all, “Why did Superman wear his briefs on the outside of his tights?”

And you’ll eventually start to lose it, throw a pillow to his face and yell, “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

But by the end of the day, it’s really fun to have him around. Not just because you can secretly enjoy the sight of him coming out of your shared bathroom with only a towel hanging low around his hips, but also because he’s a vampire and you can spend your time doing actual research about it.

“So,” you began one day after the sun had sunk below the horizon and he crawled out of his room with the biggest bird’s nest on his head. You had a romance novel on your lap, your fingers running through the pages. “Are you like an actual vampire or are you the romanticized, somewhat gay vampire they usually depict in books?”

“Well, I’ve been with a few men before but I still prefer women better.” He took a seat beside you on the couch, laying his feet on the coffee table. You kind of just stared at him, not exactly judging his words, just… bewildered. Noticing the look on your face, he added, “When you’ve lived for a century, you gotta learn how to keep things interesting, even if that means having a dick in your mouth.”

“That’s…” You swallowed. “Not exactly something I want to imagine.”

"You've never had a dick in your mouth? That's sad."

"I meant, imagining you."

"Oh." His devilish smirk returned. “You should, though. Try picturing me with your boyfriend Armin for a sec. Don’t we look cute together?” You had to look away when he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You just had to. “Actually, I don’t care what their biological sex, gender, or gender identity is,” Eren shrugged. “As long as they’re pretty and not hairy, I’ll sleep with them.”

“You’re okay with all genders but you can’t handle pubic hair?”

“No, I meant, hairy. Like a werewolf.”

“You’ve slept with a werewolf?!” You gaped. “I didn’t know they even existed!”

“Yep, not doing that again.” He shuddered at the memory. “I had fur in my butthole because of that.”

“You know there are things you can share, and there are things you should bring to your grave. That last one is the latter.”

“Sorry, can’t do that. You see, I don’t have a grave.”

He didn’t have one, true, but you were so tempted in making one for him right then. “So, these vampire books you said you read,” Eren went back to the previous topic after cackling for a whole ten seconds at the aggravated look on your face. “How do they depict us exactly?”

“You’ve never read one?”

“Have you ever read any books about humans written by vampires?”

“Fair point. Well, it said that vampires couldn’t see themselves in the mirror.”

“Myth,” he replied, leaning his head against the couch. “I can see myself in the mirror and I like seeing myself just as much as you do whenever I come out of the bathroom.”

You almost choked on the cinnamon cookie you just ate. “Excuse me?!” You coughed, eyes starting to get a little teary. “Who said I like looking at you?”

“You don’t?” The way his eyes twinkled made you a little bit weak. A puckish grin grew apparent on his face. “You sure about that?”

You cleared your throat, flipping another page of your book. “Next question,” you continued, ignoring the soft laugh he emitted. “Do garlic, holy water, and silver scare you?”

“They don’t scare me,” he clicked his tongue, vexed by the way you composed your words. “I just don’t like them.”

“Right, so that’s a yes. Do you have to be invited in to be able to enter someone’s home?”

He ground his jaw, bitterly muttering, “Yes.”

“Can you read someone’s thoughts?”

“No, but I can tell how they’re feeling through their heartbeat.” His eyes were boring into yours, lips curving upward. “Like you, for example. I can tell that whenever I’m around you, your heartbeat runs just a little bit faster.”

You glanced away, rubbing your nose. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Ah,” he showcased his perfect marbled teeth as he grinned knowingly. “Just like that. Your heartbeat is increasing again. Are you lying to me, Princess?”

“You’re so annoying, you know that?”

“It’s part of my charm.”

“Speaking of that,” you immediately said, knowing it was the perfect chance to avert his attention to another topic. “Can you charm someone?”

“With these looks?” He gestured to his entire body. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” But when you started scowling at him, he added, “But if you’re talking about mind compulsion, yes, I am able to do that. I can erase and alter people’s memories, even controlling them only by making eye contact.”

“That sounds pretty convenient.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like doing it.” The sudden change in his attitude left you frowning. He seemed pensive as he fixed his gaze on the ceiling. “I’ve done that many times in the past and I didn’t—” He released a sharp breath, as if talking about it reminded him of something that he loathed about himself. “I hated it.”

You tilted your head to the side, curiosity gnawing at your chest. “What… did you do exactly? If you don’t mind answering.”

His jaw tightened, seemingly conflicted for a couple of seconds before he forced himself to smile. “I do mind, actually.”

“Oh, umm… Sorry.” Eren, like everybody else, had secrets he wished he could keep to himself. And that was fine, you should respect his privacy. But seeing how he had no problems sharing everything else with you made you wonder even more, even slightly worried. Did he trick people to give him their blood? You mused. No, if he only did that, he wouldn’t look this distraught. A hint of dread crawled up your skin. What if he did… something worse? What if he—

“What are you brooding about?” He lightly nudged you with his elbow, tittering. “Relax, I’m not gonna use compulsion on you. Hypnotizing someone to get what I want just doesn’t sit right with me. I want to feel a connection, you know?”

You could tell how much he wanted you both to act casual, pretending like he didn’t say anything weird. Deciding to honor his privacy, you dismissed the matter for now and went back to your regular teasing. “So doing one night stands with vampire groupies is the perfect way to earn that connection, I suppose?”

He had his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he grew both irked and amused at your comeback. “You really know how to attack someone’s pride, huh?”

“Part of my charm,” you mimicked him with a nod. “Okay, next question. Can you die with a wooden stake piercing your heart?”

He rolled his eyes. “Everybody dies with a stake in—what is this, an interrogation?”

“Do churches—”

“Okay, Princess.” He closed your book, his smile stretching widely but it wasn’t enough to reach his eyes. “I think that’s enough. My turn now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, not entirely pleased with the way he just suddenly changed the direction of your conversation. “What do you want to know?” You indulged him anyway.

He tilted his head, propping his elbow on his thigh, fingers tapping against his cheek as he rested his chin on his palm. Gazing at you intensely, he asked, “Are you a virgin?”

It didn’t take even a split second for your cheeks to turn warm. “T-that’s—What kind of question is that—”

“Ah, so you are.” His smile grew a bit larger, but you weren’t sure whether he was entertained, aroused, or just excited to mock you about it. “Is that why you’ve been staring at me a lot lately? Because you’re curious?”

“For the last time,” you emphasized, though your heart was hammering against your rib cages. “I wasn’t looking at you. I never—”

“You’re adorable when you lie,” he snickered, a lopsided grin painting his face. “Your heartbeat sounds like you just did a marathon. Are you okay?”

You threw your book at him, successfully wiping the smirk on his goddamn perfect face before you raced back to your room.

“Ah, she’s really cute.” Was the last thing you heard him say before you slammed your bedroom door behind you.

***

For a vampire, Eren’s presence is as blinding as the sun, always managing to lift your mood whenever you’re too stressed out about your college assignments or drained from your part-time job. Of course, he’s also the cause of your stress more often than not, but whenever you get into a fight with him—usually because he’s so disorganized and you’re too obsessive to keep everything in order—it doesn’t last long and it always ends up with him making you the best dinner you’ve ever had to compensate for his actions, even when he’s not the one at fault.

Eren doesn’t consume human food but he makes the best cuisine you’ve ever tasted in your life. And the sight of him wearing your apron with his bangs tied to the side using your hairclip is really, really something to behold—which is weird because that obviously doesn’t scream sexy in any way, or masculine even, but it never fails to make your stomach somersault in delight.

“Dinner is served, Milady,” he says, laying down a plate of Spaghetti Aglio e Olio in front of you, making you gawk at the sight. “And it’s special because it contains a lot of garlic—seriously, like a lot. I had to put some gloves on and everything.”

“You’re an angel.” You nearly cry and it’s not an exaggeration. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

“Well, I haven’t really thanked you for covering my rent last month so…”

“It’s fine, you can pay me back later.” You take a hold of your fork, moistening your lips in anticipation, and wasting not a second longer before you dig in. When the cheese melts inside your mouth, you almost moan in joy. “Oh my God, this is so good. I love you.”

He chuckles, suddenly standing behind you, leaning forward so he’s right next to your ear. “Yeah? How much?”

You raise your silver spoon in the air and he immediately leaps to the other side of the kitchen, startled and terrified out of his mind. “Hey, that’s not cool!” He barks. “I thought we'd talked about this!”

Rolling your eyes at him, you take another spoonful of the dish. “Man, you should really make a job out of this,” you comment. He only cooks whenever he feels sorry for you for going through a hard day—whether it was because of him or something else—but if that’s what it takes to have this magnificent cuisine enter your mouth, you don’t mind suffering more often.

“I really should, huh?” He takes a seat on the kitchen counter, his legs dangling a few inches in the air. He ties his hair up in a bun like he always does, with a few strands of his baby hair falling to his temple. “I’m really running low on money.”

“I thought vampires were supposed to be rich and, like, noble.”

“You’re confusing us with Aristocrats.” He grieves. “I used to be filthy rich, actually.”

“And now, you’re like this. What happened? Did you get robbed?” You chuckle to yourself but he’s not laughing. He’s doing that thing again where he turns pensive, his lips squeezed tight as if he was trying to keep his thoughts away from morphing into words. “Sorry, that wasn’t funny.”

“It was kinda funny.” His little smile returns, albeit a bit forced and awkward. “Do you think I can get a night shift at a restaurant downtown?”

“Oh, I actually know a place. I’ll take you there tomorrow.”

“Like on a date?”

You almost drop your fork. “Why do you have to make everything weird?”

His cheeky grin is contagious but you’ve become a master of handling your expression. “I just like seeing you turn all flustered,” he confesses. “Have I told you how cute you are?”

“Today? Not yet,” you mutter as you munch on your food. “Yesterday? Approximately two hundred and thirty-five times.”

“Then I’ll try to break another record today.” He throws you a wink.

“Shut up and let me eat in peace, please.”

***

“Eren.”

“Yes, baby?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop posting a goddamn selfie every ten minutes!” You almost throw your phone to his face but since it’ll be a waste, you decide to throw your shoe instead. “I didn’t teach you how to use Instagram for this!”

Eren easily dodges every single thing you’re flinging at him. “Didn’t you tell me to promote my cooking skill? That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“How does this—” You show your phone’s screen to him, almost smacking him in the face with how fast and hard you’re doing it. You slide your thumb over his Instagram feeds, showing more than fifty different pictures of his close-up face (and he just made that account two days ago, Jesus Christ). “—promote your cooking skill?!”

“But, look,” he guides you, clasping his hand around yours so you’re both holding your phone. He taps from one picture to another. “This is me holding a spatula. This is me boiling water and this is me pouring barbecue sauce—”

“Oh my God.” You almost yank every hair out of your head—or out of his head. “I follow more than four hundred people and all I can see on my timeline is your damn selfies!”

“Correction, my damn cute selfies.” He pecks your cheek. “You’re welcome, Princess.”

But all jokes aside, it actually works. His adorable (and hot) selfies—no matter how bad you hate to admit it—are attracting more followers each day that by the time a week has passed by, he has gained more followers than you have (and you’ve had your account for three years, shame on you).

And in the following two months, he gets his first endorsement deal.

“I can’t believe this,” you say, gaping as you stare over his shoulder to take a glimpse at his phone’s screen, shamelessly reading his direct messages. He’s getting an offer to become a brand ambassador for this little bakery that has a cover photo of a lady with chubby cheeks baking cupcakes. “I can’t believe there are people crazy enough to hire you.”

“Hey, privacy!” He immediately stands up from the couch, covering his screen with his palm. “I could’ve been sending nudes!”

“You’re sending nudes?”

“Well, not my nudes.” He rolls his eyes.

“How is that any better?!”

“Look, I’m busy. I got a gig.” He grins proudly. “I’m on my way to becoming a celebrity, babe. Do you want my autograph now before it’s too late? I could sign your bra if you want. I mean, I’m totally down if you want me to sign your tits, but if you ever think that could be awkward—”

You smack his head with a spatula.

***

“What are you doing?”

You question the vampire the second you push open your bathroom door, catching him in the middle of lifting his shirt in a slow, sensuous manner as he casts a sexy smirk at his camera. He sighs at your presence, yanking his white wifebeater back down before he picks up his phone. “I’m making a thirst trap,” he explains, not even sparing you a glance. “People have been begging me to join TikTok so I made one last week and now I’m trying to reach a thousand followers by Sunday. I only need about a hundred more.”

“By making thirst trap videos?” It’s more like a statement than a question. The disgust in your voice is apparent but he plays ignorant.

"Obviously,” Eren says, tapping his thumb against his screen. Snickering, he adds, “They call me Daddy now.”

“God.”

“I won’t call myself a God, but,” he chuckles, hurling a flirtatious wink. “If that's how you think of me, sure. Also, what do you know about OnlyFans? They want me to make one too.”

“Kill me. Just kill me now and end my suffering. Please.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” He snorts. “Hey, recommend me a song for my thirst trap. I want one that makes me look like I’m the filthiest whore in town.”

“You already look like the filthiest whore in town.”

“Aaw.” He’s flattered. He’s actually flattered. “Thanks, babe. You too.” He puckers his lips, making a kissy face. “Now, enough with the praise. Let’s go back to this. I’m thinking about using Britney’s Gimme More but—”

“Oh my God, Ren, a cockroach!” You point a finger at the marbled floor, shouting as dramatically as possible.

“FUCK—WHERE?!” The second he’s distracted—yelping like a little girl—you jump on your feet, snatching away his phone. “Hey, what are you—”

Dashing toward the front door, you shout back, “I’M BURNING DOWN YOUR PHONE!”

“WHAT—GET BACK HERE!”

***

It’s your first date night after passing nearly half a year without contacting Armin due to him going overseas for his student exchange program, and now that he’s back, you’re nervous for various reasons.

First, you haven’t told Armin you’ve been sharing a place with a guy.

Second, you certainly haven’t told him that this guy is a vampire.

Third, you absolutely in any way cannot tell him that you’ve been secretly crushing on this guy while your boyfriend was away studying.

And last but not least, you know that if anything happens tonight, whether it ends up with you fighting with Armin or finally losing your virginity to him, Eren can hear every single thing.

So you barge into his room, hand laying on the front of his bedroom door as you push it open. “Eren.”

Like always, he’s laying idly on his bed, head almost dangling on the edge of it with his smartphone in his hands. “Yes, baby?”

You sigh, rubbing your temple. “How many times should I tell you? Don’t call me that.”

“You’re not my baby anymore?” He fakes a loud gasp. “I am shocked.”

“Armin is coming over tonight.”

His movements stop abruptly. “I didn’t realize you were still with him.”

“Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be? He’s been nothing but sweet to me.”

His eyes lose the mischievous spark he usually displays in them. “And yet, you keep drooling over my body. Can’t say I’m not hurt.”

“I never—” You exhale loudly, throwing your head back. “I’m not going to have this conversation again. He’s coming over tonight to have dinner—”

“But you’re a shitty cook.”

“By dinner, I mean take-outs,” you admit your defeat. “Anyway, I came here to ask you a favor.”

“Princess,” he calls, turning over to his stomach so he can face you without having to see you upside down. “I know I said I wanted to make things interesting, but having a threesome with you and Armin? So suddenly like this? Don’t you think it’s gonna be a little awkward between us? I barely know the dude. You should at least tell me what kind of person he is, whether he likes action movies or romantic ones, whether he blames someone else when he farts—I need to know him before I have his dick in my mouth.”

Talking to him gives you headaches, you should’ve really come prepared. “Are you done?”

“Do you still want me to continue? Okay, well—”

“Shut up, please for the love of God, shut up.” You know you should take your leave before he starts yapping again. “Look, that super hearing thing you have? Can you turn it off just for one night?”

“Sure thing. Click,” he says, snapping his fingers near his ear. “Done. Now I’m deaf.”

You flatly stare at him. “I’m serious.”

“Whaaaaat? I can’t heaaaaar youuuu.”

“Eren!”

He groans loudly, rolling his eyes. “Well, it’s not like my ears have on-and-off buttons I can just switch, okay? What do you want from me?”

He’s right, there’s nothing you can do. “Then, can you leave the apartment for the night?”

He opens his mouth wide, hand going to his chest. “You’re kicking me out of my own apartment? This is heresy!”

“Eren, please!” Great, now you’re stomping your feet like a child. “I just really need some privacy for tonight.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get laid, aren’t you?” He raves mockingly, but his eyes are somewhat cold. “Seriously? With that guy? I think you could do so much better, Princess.”

Vexed, you jeer back, “Yeah? And who do you have in mind? You?”

You’re not sure whether it’s your words or the way you say them that makes his blood boil but his eyes suddenly turn darker, almost glowering at you. It only happens for a second or two before he switches back to his happy-go-lucky self, so you’re not sure if you even see that clearly.

“Well, it’s not my business, is it?” He casually chirps, smiling at you again although something still feels off. “Don’t worry, I won’t eavesdrop on you two. I have a lot of kinks but voyeurism isn’t one of those. You won’t even notice I’m here.”

“You…” Something feels really off with the way he’s acting. It’s like he’s visibly upset but trying to act nonchalant about it at the same time. “You’re sure?”

“You have my words.”

“Okay then.” Whatever it is, you figure you can deal with that later as you’re running out of time for your date. “Well, I’m gonna go take a shower.”

As you shut the door behind you, turmoil starts to fill your chest.

***

Your date with Armin is going well. It’s going so well, even, that you end up lying on your bed, perfectly naked, lips swollen from his kisses. He's hovering above you, both breathless and speechless at the sight of your curves, his sapphire eyes shifting from one spot of your skin to another.

And unfortunately for you, he is also clueless.

Armin has a packet of condoms in his hand, and no matter how embarrassing it is for you, you already have your legs spread on the bed, waiting for him to… well, do whatever it is he’s supposed to do. You always thought that it was okay for you to be clueless about sex because guys usually take the lead, right?

Wrong.

“Okay, wait, let me just—” Armin’s fingers are trembling due to anxiety. His poor, innocent mind cannot handle being so painfully turned on and awkwardly embarrassed at the same time. Your boyfriend has always been awkward with literally everything, which kind of makes him adorable but it does not come as cute—not in the slightest—when he’s doing the exact opposite of what he's supposed to do. Somewhere deep in his mind, he probably knows that he’s supposed to tear apart the package sexily with his teeth, put the condom on within seconds, and thrust into you as painlessly as possible. But in reality, what’s currently happening is he's trying to catch the condom that flew out in the air after he managed to tear the packet apart with his shaky fingers. He then progresses to try putting on the condom for approximately fifteen minutes while flinching several times when he accidentally slaps the elastic band against his cock.

The whole thing is a fucking disaster (no pun intended) and all the passion, desire, and arousal that you once felt swirling in your stomach vanish in an instant. And when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, it does, because being a virgin himself, Armin doesn’t really know where to, for the lack of better words, put it in.

“Armin?”

“Y-yeah?”

“That’s my asshole.”

So with a reassuring (fake) smile, you lay a hand on his chest and gently push him backward, trying not to wince in shame when you suggest, “Maybe we should stop and try again some other time?”

You two dress back into your clothes in silence and after you escort him to your front door, Armin tries to kiss you at the same time you’re leaning in for a friendly hug so it ends up with him knocking his teeth against your forehead.

When he’s gone, you close the front door with a sigh, pressing your spine against the wooden surface as you soothe the pain on your temple away with your fingertips. It doesn’t take long before Eren peeks his head from behind his door. Noticing you’re alone, he steps into the living room, leaning against the wall just a couple of meters away from where you’re standing.

“So,” he begins, acting casual with his hands neatly tucked inside the pocket of his jeans. “How was the date with—” He suddenly bursts out laughing, one hand holding his stomach as he nearly tumbles down to the floor, cackling like a mad man. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped but holy fuck, did he really put it in the wrong hole? Oh God, this shit is just beyond me, man.”

With your shoulders slumped forward, you walk back into your room, trying to gather back the pieces of dignity you have left.

***

“You know what I should do?” Eren asks with a game controller in his hand. To stop him from making fun of you and your terrible incident with your boyfriend, you’ve borrowed a PlayStation from your cousin. Even though he claimed that he despised technology, Eren is actually brilliant when he puts his mind to it. It doesn’t take more than two hours for him to master the game, already adapting to every button of the controller, even manages to land a few high scores in the last ten minutes. He used to prefer to live in the old school way, but that soon changed after your influence.

“Pray to God for forgiveness so He won’t send you to hell?” You offer, as you take a seat next to him on the carpeted floor, crossing your legs with your eyes staring idly at the screen.

“Cute, but no.” He clicks some buttons aggressively, trying to reach yet another high score. “I should become a historian. I mean, I’ve seen things happen with my own eyes—the first world war, the second world war, the worst of all: the birth of Donald Trump. Hell, I was even besties with Jesus at one point.” He sneaks a glance, but seeing no reaction coming from you, he juts out his lower lip in disappointment. “It’s cruel that you don’t indulge me with my jokes these days.”

“Oh, you want me to respond? I thought you just liked hearing yourself talk.”

“Heeeeeey,” he hisses, leering at you. “I know you’re hurt that your boyfriend tried to butt-fuck you but don’t throw this all on me.”

Oh my God. “Right, then let’s try this.” You have no choice but to please him this way before he destroys whatever is left of your pride. You do a quick search on your phone, throwing a random question from what you found in the article. “Who led our country in 1950?”

“Easy. The guy with the bald head. No, wait, is it the skinny one with the huge mole on his neck?”

“Name, genius. I need a name.” You exhale in exasperation.

“Oh, I got it! The one with the annoying high-pitched voice!”

“How the hell am I supposed to know?”

“Well, how the hell am I supposed to remember shits that happened seventy years ago?”

You give him a look, eyes staring at him lifelessly. “You’re right, you should totally apply for the job. You’ll nail it.”

***

“I can’t believe this.”

“Saying that multiple times won’t really change anything, Princess.”

“I can’t believe this,” you repeat, this time while standing up from the couch, slamming your fashion magazine down to the table. “I can’t believe our air conditioner broke when it’s nearly forty degrees outside! Aren’t you hot?!”

“Am I hot—” He snorts, flipping a page of his novel. Yes, it is actually quite bizarre that he spends his spare time reading. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I’m hot. Haven’t you seen the number of views my thirst trap videos got in one night?”

“Ugh, God!” You plop back into your seat, throwing your head back in vexation. “What are you even reading?”

“That vampire book you talked about the other day.”

“Which one?”

“The one that’s interesting.”

“Oh, Interview with The Vampire?”

“No.” The way he rolls his eyes as if he’s disgusted with your guess is beyond you. “Twilight.”

“Oh my God, stay away from me.”

“What—this is actually good!”

“These vampires sparkle under the sun—aren’t you, at the very least, offended? Because I’m human and I’m livid.”

“That’s what makes it interesting, actually,” he retorts, eyes moving back and forth as he reads through a passage. “They’re so different from us in real life, so it’s like seeing through a new perspective. I’m Team Jacob, by the way. I know I said I wouldn’t bang another werewolf but Jacob can, like, get it.”

“Good Lord.” You palm the side of your face. “You’re more than eight hundred years old but you have the taste of a teenage girl going through puberty. I’m ashamed of knowing you.”

“You’re just cranky because of the weather.”

“I’m literally dying.” You can feel sweat drenching your back, all the way to your shirt and you just took a shower twenty minutes ago. “You’re lucky you’re immune to temperature changes.”

“Then wanna sit on my lap?”

Your ears must be playing tricks on you. “Excuse me?”

Eren sighs, closes his book, and throws it away to the side. Turning to you, he repeats slowly, dragging out every syllable. “Do. you. want. to. sit. on. my. lap?”

You send him a blank stare, annoyed. “I heard you, asshole. I’m not an idiot. I’m just shocked at your offer. You’re really going all out in harassing me these days, huh?”

“What—” He throws his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’m a vampire, remember? I have cold skin. Here,” he takes one of your hands, sliding it down his shirt as if it’s nothing, and presses it against his stomach. “Can you feel it?”

All the blood rushes to your face, making you feel lightheaded but also conscious of how his skin feels underneath your palm. It is cold, though not as cold as he’d made a big deal out of it. It’s like the room temperature during the spring, at most. But compared to how sizzling it is right now, his skin is nice to the touch, relaxing even.

But all that thought just goes straight out of the window when he shifts on his seat and you can feel his abs muscles contracting.

“Whoa,” he stops, looking at you. “Are you okay? Your heartbeat is insane.”

You smack him on the head and try to suffocate him with your cushion. It doesn’t work since he doesn’t breathe, but at least it can stop him from seeing how flustered you are.

But when another day passes by and your landlord is still taking his sweet time trying to find a cheap handyman to repair your AC, you decide to take on his offer. You know it’s weird for roommates to cuddle but, as you try to reason within yourself, you will be sitting on the-sexiest-man-you’ve-ever-witnessed-with-your-eyes’ lap, your back pressing against his (hopefully) bare chest, and snuggle close until your body heat is no longer screaming at you in agony. You don’t really see any problem with this. After all, you have been imagining how it would feel like to sit on his lap every time he does that manspreading thing on your couch.

So, really, what’s there to lose?

“Okay,” you begin, standing in front of him in an already awkward posture. “So, how can we do this without being weird about it?”

Eren tilts his face up, leaning his back against the couch, phone in his hand. “Do what?”

“Do…” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “You know, what you offered me yesterday.”

“Hmm?” He raises his eyebrow in question, but the way one side of his lips curves upward betrays his act. “I forgot. What exactly did I offer you?”

“You’re seriously going to make me say this out loud?”

“Princess, I’m clueless.” His smirk grows wider, his voice dripping with allure. “Please. Enlighten me.”

He’s toying with you, that’s for sure. And no matter how much you want to feel those arms around you, there’s no way you’re gonna let him degrade you like this. “Fine, then forget it,” you sulk, turning around on your heels with your cheeks puffed out but Eren laughs in the most innocent way when he’s clearly nothing like that in reality. Calling your name in a sing-song voice, he circles his fingers around your wrist and tugs you back until you tumble down to his lap.

“You’re never honest,” he says, his velvety voice suddenly only a whisper away. His arms are tied securely around your waist, pulling you close until you can do nothing but lay your back against his chest. “But you’re cute so I forgive you.”

You can’t form a word, too busy trying to compose yourself. You can’t hear his heartbeat—since he’s the creature of the undead, obviously—but you assume with the proximity you’re being, you would’ve definitely heard it if he had one.

You didn’t notice it before but now that you’re sitting on his lap, your palm pressed against his thigh for stability, you realize that he’s wearing black ripped jeans with holes that are oh so terribly distracting. If you dare to move your finger, you’ll be able to trace the smooth skin at the inner part of his thigh.

You gulp hard.

You can hear him snickering behind you. “Thinking something dirty?”

It feels like you almost swallowed your tongue. “What—no!” Flapping your hands in panic, you almost fall from his lap but his fast reflex won’t let you. He embraces you tighter, causing you to fall back to his chest with a small oof.

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” he chuckles lowly, his lips grazing against your earlobe. “This is nice. We should do this more often. You fit perfectly in my arms.” He says his line sincerely with no trace of humor or teasing in it, which effectively makes you curl your toes in bashfulness.

“You’re gonna have a heart attack if you keep your heart rate going like that, Princess,” he titters.

“Yeah, well,” you try to push him away by pushing your palm against his cheek. “Unlike you, I don’t spend my time snuggling with the opposite sex, so of course I’m nervous.”

“You’re sure it’s not because of me?”

“Absolutely. In fact, I’d most likely have a bigger reaction if Armin was the one holding me instead.”

The way he suddenly goes stiff intrigues you, but you don’t dwell on it. “Is that so?” He simply retorts back, his tone suddenly turns cold and it makes you feel queasy.

“So, uhh…” Your breathing tatters when he becomes mute, only the sound of the ticking clock on the wall can be heard. “Wanna watch a movie?”

He only hums, placing his chin on top of your head. Since he’s always so talkative, it gets really tense when he’s quiet. “Did I offend you or something?” You question.

“I don’t know, did you?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I knew.”

“Then let’s just leave it at that.” Seeing how you keep fumbling with the remote in your hand, he snatches it away and proceeds to switch the channels. “We’re watching Twilight.”

“Nooooooo, not again!”

But his arm, as he raises it high in the air, is longer than yours so you can’t steal back the remote no matter how hard you try. And as you jump up and down, shifting back and forth on his lap, Eren warns, “I don’t know if you’re doing this on purpose, but if you keep doing that, I’m gonna get a hard-on.”

You immediately stay still, hands tucked neatly on your lap, chest thundering. “You—Why—” You shake your head, flushed. “How can you say things like that?”

“Things like what?”

“Sexual things like that.” The more you reveal your thoughts, the more you turn sheepish. “Don’t you have any shame?”

“What, I can’t be honest?” He snorts. “I didn’t mean to harass you or anything. Just letting you know in advance. It’s completely a guy thing.”

“No, it’s not just that. You always flirt with me—calling me baby or princess, telling me how I look cute all the time when you don’t even mean it—“

You’re interrupted with a loud sigh accompanied by an impatient groan. “Turn around. Look at me,” he orders and his tone is irrefutable. When you turn slightly, making eye contact, Eren has his eyebrows furrowed, almost glaring at you. “I know you’re gullible, and I know you’re dense when it comes to things like this but I swear to God, if you don’t start taking a hint, I’m gonna have to push you against the wall and kiss you to prove my point.”

You’re dizzy and nauseous, your stomach is flipping like crazy and you’re conflicted between believing him or laughing at him because although he looks dead serious right now, you can’t help but wonder what if, after you give in to your feelings, he sends you that signature cheeky grin of his to reveal he’s just joking all along? You’re not even brave enough to imagine, even when the vivid image of him pushing you against the wall, his knee slipping between your legs while he brings your wrists over your head and holding them still with one hand is enough to keep you awake for hours.

So you decide to take the easy path. “Okay.”

He blinks. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You shrug, acting casual. It’s a miracle that you don’t stutter when you deliver the next line. “You told me to take a hint, that’s what I’m doing.”

He raises one of his eyebrows, confused. “Just like that? You’re not gonna say anything more? Or do anything about it?”

“Nope.”

Slowly, there’s a shift in his expression. He shakes his head in amusement, tongue protruding against the inside of his cheek. “You really are something else.”

Surprisingly enough, he leaves it at that. Though it’s somehow uncomfortable, you follow his lead and just keep your eyes glued to your TV screen as he chooses his movie.

You have no interest in watching Twilight—absolutely nothing, zilch, zip, nada!—so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when your eyelids start to become heavy in the first thirteen minutes of the show. You would’ve fallen asleep way sooner though, if you weren’t too distracted with the way he laid his hand on your thigh, sometimes unconsciously rubbing or squeezing it with his palm when he got a little bit bored with the scene, causing your breath to get hitched in your throat.

The room’s temperature is still hot even when it’s in the middle of the night, successfully making your bangs stick to your temple. But you feel relaxed as you listen to Eren quietly humming something to himself. Soft, melodious sound is resonating from his chest directly to your ear and you begin to drift away, floating into your dreamland.

***

“Hey, wake up. It’s almost morning.”

Your bleary eyes are greeted by the dim light of the room. The TV in front of you has already been switched off so the only thing that can be heard in your apartment is the buzzing sound coming from your fridge and the faint ticking clock.

“What time is it?” You rub your eyes, not aware that you’re still sitting on his lap, with your spine leaning against his chest. It’s until you feel his arms loosening around your waist that you begin to think, oh fuck, what have I done?

You immediately jump off his lap, tripping over your feet but manage to hold your balance by placing a hand on the coffee table. “Why didn’t you wake me?” You screech, face aflame. “You kept holding me in that position all night?”

“Yeah.” He stretches his arms above his head, cracking his neck. “I would've waited until you woke up by yourself, but you know, the sun is about to rise.”

You’re still pretty much flabbergasted by the whole thing. “You really should’ve woken me up.”

“Well, you seemed like you were having the best sleep you’ve ever had.” He stares at you with mischief in his eyes. “Did it feel that good being in my arms, Princess?”

You’re about to explode. “Okay, wow, look what time it is.” You try to look at your wrist and mentally slap yourself harder when you realize you’re not wearing a goddamn watch. “A-anyway, you really should go back to your room before it’s too late.”

He chuckles at your stupid antics before he stands up from the couch. Ruffling your hair once and making a mess out of your strands, he heads back to his room. As he slides open his door, he spares you a glance over his shoulder. “Hey.”

“What?”

“You kept calling my name in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?”

Whether it’s true or he’s just flirting with you to get your reaction, you don’t want to know. “Just go to your room!”

***

A few moments after the sun sinks below the horizon, Eren comes out of his room with bleary eyes and his shoulders sagging forward.

“Good morning, Princess,” you joke, your hands busy mixing coffee powder, sugar, and milk to make your own version of Dalgona coffee. Eren scratches the back of his head, his eyes are barely open as he heads to the kitchen, not even sparing you a glance. When he opens the fridge, he groans loudly, noticing that he forgot to restock his red wine. He slams the door with a loud huff, drags his body to the dining table, and sits down with his cheek pressed against the table. Seeing how you’re not paying him any attention, he groans again, louder and whinier this time.

“Okay, what?” You ask, leaning your back against the counter, a cup of coffee in your hand.

“I’m thirsty,” he grumbles, jutting out his lower lip.

“Then drink.”

“I don’t have any money left to buy even a bag of blood. Why do they have to make it so fucking expensive?” He grouses, pouting. “I mean, I can always steal one but I’m scared of being caught.”

“Scared of being caught? You, with your superhuman speed and strength?”

“Well, they have those security cameras installed all over the place! I don’t want to get arrested or worse, go viral!” You resist the temptation to roll your eyes at his nonsense. “These fucking technologies, man, I swear to God, they’ll be the death of me someday.”

“Then just go outside. Our town is filled with walking blood bags.”

He groans again, now pressing his forehead against the table. “Man, the effort I have to make just to survive. I’m so done with drinking blood from slutty girls. They’re bitter.” He sticks out his tongue in disgust at the memory.

“Yeah, why is that? Why do you only drink from them?”

“Because they’re the only ones who’ll agree in a heartbeat.” His voice is muffled as his lips are brushing against the surface. “Also the sex isn’t too bad if you can ignore how annoyingly loud they are.”

“Trust me, I’ve tried.” You grimace at the flashback. It really has been a while since he brought one of them back to his room and you were ecstatic about it, knowing you were the only girl he had been giving his attention to. “Why don’t you just compel someone to give their blood? You can erase their memories too after you’re done with them.”

“I’ve told you, I don’t like doing that. It makes me feel like a monster.”

It’s cute, you suppose, the way he tries his best to defy his nature. “Then…” You tap your fingers against the mug, somehow feeling timid. “Why don’t you try being in a relationship with someone? I’m sure they’ll be willing to give you their blood if they like you that way.”

“Yeah? With who?”

“I don’t know, like…” Your cheeks grow hot, bringing your face down to conceal your eyes with your bangs. “Maybe just someone you like.”

“Are you volunteering?”

The way he suddenly has you backed against the counter, trapping you inside his arms, and whispering seductively with his lips almost grazing your own makes you jump on your feet. Your mug slips off your fingers, crashing to pieces when it hits the marbled floor.

“Careful!” Eren holds you by the waist, stopping you just a split second away from stepping on the broken glasses. You realize your hands are fisting against the back of his shirt, embracing him for support without knowing. You pull away immediately, clearing your throat.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you,” he says, letting you go. “I mean I did, but not like this.”

You sigh. “It’s okay, just step away. I need to clean this up.” He tries to help but you won’t let him, as having him in such proximity is only going to blind your senses, unable to function properly. Even just thinking about the way his strong arm fits the curve of your waist a few seconds before already makes you lose focus that you end up cutting your finger with a shard of glass.

He catches the little surprised yelp that escapes your lips and immediately bends down to check on you. “See, this is why I told you to let me clean up instead,” he complains, carrying you to the sink and drenching your finger with running water. “Let me see.” With a hold around your wrist, you can barely do anything but let him examine your cut thoroughly. “Well, it’s not deep but it’s… still…”

Noticing how he trails off, you look up to check on his face, catching how his green eyes are now glowing a bit brighter. His lips are parted as if in awe from the way droplets of blood seep from your fingertip, trickling down to your palm.

“Eren…?”

His eyes start to change color, drifting back and forth from your face to the tear on your skin. You know where this is going but when he brings your hand closer to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the blood off the lines of your palm, you nearly collapse to the floor.

“Eren, wait—” You hiss, cheeks reddening as you try to retract your hand but his hold is firm on your wrist. He licks his way up before he brings your fingertip inside his mouth. Eren has his eyes closed, a moan almost tumbles off his lip when the coppery taste taints his tongue. He sucks on the wound, wanting to taste more, to rip your skin apart with his teeth and—

“Eren!”

He jolts awake, his irises turning back from scarlet to viridian the second he witnesses the dread that paints your face. His fangs are drawn out but he immediately retracts them before you get a detailed look, his face flushed as he takes a step back.

“Sorry—” He looks away, rubbing his nape with shaky fingers. “I didn’t mean to—shit, I really have to go—I need to drink—” and when you blink your eyes again, he has vanished from your sight.

With your heart thundering inside your rib cages, you lean back against the kitchen counter, your legs trembling underneath your weight.

That was close. So fucking close.

There’s fear growing inside you but it’s not from the memory of him with his fangs extended like the true monster that he was. You’re not scared of him, you’re scared of yourself because you know you want him. Even when you've seen his true form, you still want him and you want him in any way possible. You want him to belong to you, to be with you, to be desperate for your touch, your blood, your presence, your everything, just as much as you are about him.

You bury your face in your palms. I am so fucked.

***

Hours turn into days and days turn into months, and before you know it, it has been a year since he moved into your apartment. The friendship that blooms between you feels nice and you want to keep it that way but it’s getting tough when he keeps on bringing random girls in skimpy dresses back to his room. You used to be furious by how loud they were being, but now you’re pretty much angry just from imagining him being with someone else. And it doesn’t even have to be sexual—just picturing him bonding with another person, even when it’s not as strong as what you two have, already aggravates you so much.

The thoughts of him keep revolving in your head no matter how hard you try to push them away. It even puts your relationship with Armin in jeopardy, as you can barely pay him any attention. It doesn’t surprise you at all when he decides to break things off, saying something cliche like, “I think we’re better off as friends,” and “It’s not you, it’s me,” which in normal circumstances will piss the hell out of you but when that happens, you simply reply with, “You’re right. Let’s be friends.” And there are no hard feelings—no feelings at all, even, which is weird considering you were only a month away from having your first anniversary with him.

Now that Armin is out of the picture, you can finally bring all of your attention back to Eren. But the more you think about it, the more you’re not sure about the whole thing. He’s a vampire, isn’t he? What future do you expect to have with him? Let’s say you date him and things go well with your relationship, and then what? He’s going to stay young with that cute, boyish look on his face and you’re gonna be all wrinkled and gross, how are you ever going to be able to stand that? What if he wants someone prettier than you? What if he gets bored?

Or maybe it’s just lust you’re feeling. You don’t love him, you’re just physically attracted to him. That’s right. Strictly physical.

And yet, as you see him dressed handsomely in a black button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows—him running a hand through his thick, luscious hair as he ties it up to showcase his temple, your mind screams: fuck.

And when he smiles at you, placing a plate filled with the exact dish he knows you love down to the dining table while saying, “I went ahead and did some research about you. I was about to buy you some presents but I thought it would feel more personal if I cooked something for you so,” and stopping to gaze at you with tender eyes before he adds, “Happy birthday, Princess.” You think to yourself: Jesus fucking Christ, just marry me already.

Eren goes all the way with everything, from placing scented candles on the table, playing soft music in the background, even escorting you to your seat, pulling your chair back for you, and setting down a napkin on your lap. It’s too much for your poor brain to comprehend, and your chest is suffocating from all the feelings swirling behind it. Eren looks so beautiful—almost goddamn ethereal, even—in that shirt and those black khaki pants, sporting that sexy man bun. It almost feels unreal to have someone like him standing before you in the dim light of your apartment. He looks like he belongs in one of those romantic renaissance paintings that they display in the museum.

“You’re not hungry?” He asks when a few seconds have passed by and you haven’t munched at your food like a caveman (because that’s what you usually do).

“I’m—you—” You splutter, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before you try again. “You look nice.”

You can already tell that he’s about to say something along the line of “But, baby, I always look nice.” So when he just softly smiles back and thanks you about it, telling you how you look just as nice when you know you look like a storm just hit you, you’re pretty much lost for words.

“You seem exhausted,” he comments, frowning in concern. “Hard day at work?”

You can’t trust yourself that you won’t start rambling nonsense again while answering his question so you decide to just reply to him with a feeble nod.

“Why are you so nervous?” He laughs, eyes turning into a beautiful pair of crescents. “Your heartbeat is going through the roof again.”

You loathe yourself for being so transparent. “I’m nervous because you’re suddenly being so nice to me. I can’t help but think you have a hidden agenda or something.” That’s a lie. A complete lie.

And you’re sure he knows it too. “And what if I do?” He challenges, raising an eyebrow seductively. “What kind of a hidden agenda do you think I have for you?”

Why is it so fucking hot in here?! “I don’t know…” You start fiddling with the fingers you have placed on your lap. “Drinking my blood, maybe?”

His expression is a mystery to you, even when his smirk seems familiar. “And would you be okay if that’s true?”

You can’t answer but fortunately for you, Eren lets out a chuckle, telling you that he was simply making a joke. You force yourself to laugh but it sounds like a wheeze so you stop before it gets even more humiliating.

Eren walks to your seat with a bottle of wine in his hands, sliding down the glass to your side as he smoothly offers, “Wine, Milady? It’s not blood, I swear.” And you believe him because this time, the liquid seems more ruby than crimson.

“You really need to relax.” Eren leans his back against the edge of the table, raising the glass of his usual red wine in the air before he clanks it gently against yours. “To the cutest, sweetest roommate in the world.”

You immediately take a sip to hide the flush that blooms on your face, flinching when the burning, mildly bitter flavor hits your tongue. You’ve never drunk any alcohol in your life and although this first experience feels rather unpleasant, you keep chugging more of it down your system.

“Does it taste good?” He questions, secretly smiling to himself as he witnesses how fast you’re drinking the whole glass down. You shake your head in response, which earns another laugh from him.

You’re not sure whether it’s because it’s your first time drinking alcohol or you just have a low tolerance when it comes to it, but you can feel yourself getting both lightheaded and drowsy not long after. Eren, who takes notice of that, moves you to the couch so you can rest more comfortably. “I better take this away,” he tells you, circling his lean fingers around your wine glass but you stop him.

“No,” you say, eyes a little bit unfocused as you push him away. “I’m fine. Pour me some more.”

“Don’t you think it’s enough?”

“Just another glass, Jaeger, don’t be a bitch about it.”

Your words stun him for a second before he chuckles. “Damn. All right, just don’t blame me for it,” he states as he pours you another one.

“I have a question for you,” you coo as he takes a seat on the coffee table, facing you. “What were you like in the past?”

He freezes, taken aback but collects his composure within seconds. “Why the sudden interest?”

“No reason. It’s just you’ve never really told me about yourself.”

“I thought I’ve told you enough. I even told you about my dick size.”

“Which I never asked.”

“But you were curious.”

You try your best not to get sidetracked. “When I asked you about mind compulsion,” you slur out your words. The alcohol in your system makes you feel brazen. “You looked like you’ve done something in the past. Something… awful.”

You don’t notice the way his hold around his glass tightens at your guess. “Well, they don’t call me a monster for no reason,” he keeps his voice light even when he feels something churning inside his chest. “I did something, yes, but… I promise you I won’t do that again.”

You can sense it again. That feeling where he seems like he wants to say everything but he’s too scared to do so. Reaching out to pat his hand, you assure him, “Eren, you know I won’t judge, right? What you did in the past wouldn’t change the way I think about you.”

His smile is melancholic, eyes dull with sadness. “I just don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“Afraid of you?” You tease him. “Ren, you’re a six feet tall vampire who’s afraid of cockroaches and makes thirst trap videos as a hobby. There’s literally no way I could be scared of you.”

Your laughter is a delightful symphony in his ear but for the first time, he doesn’t have the energy to mirror you. Your laughter subsides at his reaction, and you slide your fingers past his wrist to tangle around him. “You don’t have to keep everything to yourself,” you utter. “Eren, if you’re in pain, tell me. If you need help, let me know. If you want someone to listen to you, I would love to do so. And if you want someone to accept you for who you are—for who you truly are—not just a vampire but also the person you were before, I will be that for you.” You disentangle your hand from him just to brush a stray lock that falls out of his bun, tucking it behind his ear. “You’re not alone, okay?”

Eren watches you in silence, his lips parted but his tongue can’t shape the words, not when you’re smiling so delicately like this. There’s gratitude welling up inside him, as well as joy and the affection he holds for you, but there’s also fear. What he did in the past was… something he was sure you weren’t ready to hear. He’s afraid that your thoughts about him would change despite your promise. He wants to tell you the truth. He’s dying for you to know every part of him and the past he’s been trying to hide, but… He’s terrified.

He chews on his lower lip, contemplating. “Would you… believe me if I told you I was a prince?”

You blink. “You were?”If you weren’t intoxicated, you would’ve laughed.

“Yeah. Seems very unlikely, doesn’t it, with the way I’m behaving now?” He chuckled sheepishly. “But I was, eight hundred years ago. Before I was turned into… this.” He casts his gaze downward, looking at his palm and remembering the first night where he had warm blood staining his hands and his own fangs puncturing his lip. “I came from a place called Paradis. We were the strongest kingdom on the continent for decades, ruling over four others. I was their second prince.” He’s better at concealing his emotions this time, and with alcohol fogging your thoughts, you fail to notice the way he has his other hand clenching into a fist, his nails digging hard enough to leave marks on his palm. “It’s a boring story, though,” he says, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours. “I don’t want to put you to sleep. We still have a birthday to celebrate.”

“I wish to know more, actually,” you chuckle, swirling your wine inside your glass before you take a sip. “Eren Jaeger, The Second Prince of Paradis. Has a nice ring to it. Did people announce your title like that when you stepped into the room?”

Eren’s eyes widen as the ghosts from his past come alive in his head. Those voices he’s been trying to silence, those faces he’s been trying to forget, they’re all revived at once.

Look at him. Eren Jaeger, The Devil of Paradis.

A disgrace. A filthy half-blood. He should’ve died, just like that witch.

No. We should kill him.

“Yeah,” Eren swallows. “Yeah, they called me like that all the time.” He brings the tip of his glass to his lips, gulping down a thick amount of blood to distract himself.

Oblivious to what he’s feeling, you move toward another topic. “Does everyone’s blood taste the same to you?”

“It differs,” he answers. “But only faintly. I’m not that picky about it.”

“And how does it feel having your blood sucked by a vampire?”

“You’re asking the wrong guy.” He sways his head from side to side, chuckling lightly. “I mean, of course, I can have my blood drunk by another vampire but I’m not that kinky. I know some vampires who are into that kind of shit though.”

“Well, by the sound of your girls screaming like they were giving birth, it’s either very painful or very…” The sight of him staring at you intently, taking in your features, nearly throws you off tracks. “Pleasurable.”

There’s an awkward pause and silence hangs around to fill the space. The voices inside his head gradually turn into whispers, drowned by the curiosity that builds up within him. You’re being transparent, every emotion, every desire you usually kept hidden is now showing vividly on your face. He doesn’t intend to be cruel, but if this serves as a chance for him to know how you truly feel about him, then he will take advantage of it. “How come you’re asking me these questions?” He asks.

“Because that’s all I’ve been thinking about,” you confess, feeling braver with each second passing by. “And it’s not just about you drinking my blood, but more about you entirely. You know what I mean?”

Eren places his glass down on the table, leaning towards you. If his heart was beating, it would be pounding right now. “Not sure, but I’m all ears.”

“I… just…” It’s getting harder to speak when he’s so close, you can start locating every tiny mole he has on his face and his neck. The small one near his Adam’s apple is the one that distracts you the most. “I just think we’re compatible with each other, you know? And I’ve never enjoyed someone’s company this much before. You’re funny, you’re smart, and you’re both endearing and so freaking annoying at the same time—how is that possible?”

But Eren isn’t laughing. His eyes are deep and dark, raking over your profiles with so much intensity but when he swats the bangs out of your eyes, his touch is tender. “What else? Tell me more.”

You lean closer to his touch like how a kitten would, making him gulp slightly at the sight. “I get so vexed whenever you spend your time with someone else. I know I have no right to be jealous since we’re just friends but I can’t help it.” You exhale, rubbing the side of your face with your palm. “It’s so fucking tiring to think about you this much when I can’t have you.”

You’re so lost in your own thoughts that when Eren reaches out a hand to touch your face, you jump in surprise, spilling wine all over your blouse. “Shit, this is my favorite shirt,” you whine, hastily settling down your glass on the table. “Can you get me some tissues?”

But what he does is lift your body with both of his arms and carry you to the bathroom. You cling onto him with a yelp, trying to keep yourself away from falling even though you’re sure he’s perfectly able to hold your weight.

Eren places you down on the bathroom counter, your fingers gripping at the edge of your sink. Sitting up straight, you begin to feel conscious of your surroundings. “What are you doing?”

“It’s your favorite shirt, right? We need to wash the stain before it sticks,” He explains, his fingers going to your collar. You nearly stop breathing when he asks for permission to undress you, “May I?”

You swallow the lump in your throat before you offer him a weak nod. “Yes.”

He takes time unbuttoning your shirt one by one when you know he can rip it apart easily with one finger. He’s so gentle, his touches are paper-thin but whenever his icy fingertips make slight contact with your skin, it sends electricity to every inch of your body.

When he manages to untangle the clothing from your body, you’re only left in your bra and your white satin lace cami top. You can tell he tries to be polite by not staring at your exposed skin, and instead, focusing on fixing your blouse. He drags it over to the sink, drenching it with water.

“Where did you place the detergent again?” He asks, reaching up over your head to check on the top cabinet and he’s so fucking close that you can see the movement of his Adam’s apple as he speaks. And it’s really, really tempting to just lean over and—

Eren flinches when he feels you sinking your face in the crook of his neck, mapping your lips on his skin and breathing in his scent. You don’t know what vampires usually smell like but Eren reminds you of summer even when you’re not sure what summer smells like. It’s funny how you’re not making sense, even in your own thoughts.

Pushing you away by the shoulders, Eren’s eyes gleam in a way you’ve never seen before. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I…” You can’t form a word—you can’t even form a thought as you’re too busy staring at his lips, musing over how smooth they look, how thrilling they must feel against your own. And perhaps he’s thinking the same thing about yours too because when you lean in for a taste, he meets you halfway.

The kiss feels warm and it doesn’t make any sense, because the rest of his body is icy cold but as you press your mouth against his, all you can think about is how his lips are hot and soft, so fucking soft and delightful and maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks on you but you don’t care.

You breathe heavily through your nose, yanking at the collar of his shirt so he’s closer to you than he’s ever been. You tilt your head slightly, angling your face so you can meld your lips deeper against his. He instinctively reacts by holding the side of your face, his fingers slipping between your strands, his tips curling around your nape.

He kisses better than any man you’ve ever been with and you’re sure he’s better than any man you’ll ever date in the future. Eren knows what he’s doing. Even when he’s caught by surprise, his lips are dancing against yours so sensually that they leave you melting in his arms.

Sliding your hand up to his chest, you can tell how his skin stands in contrast to the warmth of his mouth and it makes you shiver. Your breathing rags as you moan into his mouth, letting him taste the alcohol that lingers inside yours. You trace your tongue along the puncture of his fang that’s still retracted, almost as normal as a human’s but something inside you tells you it’s not going to stay that long if you continue with this. Anticipation builds up fast inside you. There’s absolutely no way you’re going to stop what you’re doing.

But Eren is surprisingly more chivalrous than he looks. He pulls away, giving you a few inches of space to break the attraction. It’s not enough, your mind is still heavily clouded by the thoughts of him, so you reach up to kiss him again, catching his lower lip between yours.

“No, wait,” he vocalizes, his voice sounding breathy even when his lungs no longer function in the way they used to. He circles his fingers around your wrists, holding them down against the counter so you won’t be able to move.

“Let me just kiss you,” you plead, eyes dazed and desperate. “Please.”

His chuckles are soft, almost inaudible. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not, I swear.” It’s horribly embarrassing how much you crave his touch as if losing physical contact with him causes you madness. “Hold up your fingers and ask me to count them. I’ll guess it right, trust me, so can you just—” You try to move your hand to pull him close but his grip around your wrist is stronger than your strength. “Eren—”

“Look, I want this just as much as you do—” He cuts his line short and continues it sharply with a groan when he feels your knee sliding between his legs, giving him the friction that he needs. “Fuck. I probably want this more than you do, but—” He loses control for a split second, re-attaching his mouth to yours with so much fervor, tongues desperate to taste one another. The way you whimper against him makes him groan, his hand gliding down your thigh and spreading your legs apart so he can fit himself between them.

It’s when his fangs suddenly puncture your lips, drawing a hint of blood and making you cry out in surprise that he wakes up from his reverie. He pushes himself away immediately to the other side of the room. You almost topple forward from suddenly losing his body to lean on, only managing to keep your balance at the last second by gripping at the edge of the counter.

Eren turns around, facing the bathroom tiles as he leans one hand against the wall while his other one covers his mouth. He curses under his breath, loathing how he nearly lets the monster inside of him take control of his body.

“Eren?”

“Sorry, let me just—“ His shoulders are shaking, trying his best to soothe the thirst that overwhelmed him earlier. His canines feel burning. “They’ll go back in a minute.”

“No.” You jump down from the counter, moving to his spot with careful steps. “Let me see them.”

He shakes his head, unable to find the courage to face you. “Stay away.”

“I want to see them.” You place your hand on his shoulder, caressing him gently until he finally submits to your touch.

You only ever saw him with his fangs retracted twice in your life but even then, it was always too dark and too fast for you to see him properly. But now… Now you can take your time.

God, he’s gorgeous.

His eyes, as they peer into you in concern and the uncertainty that he might hurt you, are radiant, glowing like ambers in the dark of the night. But instead of jade green, they shine luminously in crimson, so strikingly beautiful that you can barely look at anywhere else. His fangs are now twice their usual size but he can still hide them behind his lips if needed. It’s the way they become frighteningly sharp that sends a shiver down your spine but you brave yourself enough to reach out to him.

“Can I… touch them?” You hesitantly ask. Eren looks conflicted by the question but soon gives you a timid nod. He parts his mouth slightly so you can trace your fingertip along his cuspid. It feels like a knife splitting your skin, making you flinch in surprise.

He hastily pulls back, terrified at the thought of hurting you. “S-sorry—”

“Do it with me.”

“What?”

You take a deep breath, your heart rate soaring. “I want you to drink from me.”

“You’re being insane—”

“Please.” You lay a hand on his chest, inclining your head and pushing back your hair to expose more skin of your throat. He feasts on the sight of the pulsating vein that paints the side of your neck, his blood boiling with need. “Just try, Eren…”

The glimmer in his eyes shows that he’s yearning to fulfill your wish but he cups your cheek again, fighting back his raging desire to consume you. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

“I won’t.” Your fingers find home in his waves, pacifying him with your tender touch. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time and—”

A high-pitched yelp that flees from your lips cuts your sentence short and you have to muffle the rest of your scream by mouthing against the fabric that covers his shoulder. Eren doesn’t waste any second after he hears your confession. His canines are prickling against the skin under your jaw, just between the earlobe and the collarbone. It hurts when he sinks them—so, so badly—that tears begin to form almost instantly behind your closed lids.

Eren suddenly lets you go, his ruby eyes widening as he gazes at the way blood is gushing through his bite mark. “Fuck,” he says, “How can you taste so—” and he dives in again, moaning rather loudly when the warmth of your blood fills his mouth, swallowing a big gulp each time. “So fucking good,” he murmurs in pleasure, tightening his hold desperately around your waist as if you’re the thread that keeps him alive.

“Wait—Ah!” You’re being pushed back, your body squeezed between the tiles and the muscles of his chest. The key-shaped pendant he wears above his heart is digging into your skin. He lands one hand against the wall as he sinks his face deeper in the crook of your neck. You fall weak, your fingers fisting the back of his shirt, twisting and pulling until the fabric slides off his shoulders.

The pain only stays for a few seconds before a rush of endorphin seeps into your skin, running through your veins and pumping euphoria to every inch of your body. You begin to relax, eyes becoming half-lidded as you go into a trance, your heartbeat slowing down. You’ve never done any methamphetamine in your life but you imagine that it must feel somewhat like this.

“Eren…” You breathe out, feeling a little bit lightheaded. The strap of your camisole is falling off your shoulder while his shirt is pooling around his elbows. You can feel your knees slowly giving out under your weight and you claw against his back, your fingers gliding against the muscles underneath his shoulder blades as you try to maintain your balance. “Eren, I… I can’t stand…”

He breaks away only to haul you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, and wind your arms around his neck. He carries you back to the bathroom counter, placing you down on the same spot as before, your legs dangling in the air.

“Better?” He rubs comforting circles with his thumb along your cheekbone, analyzing your expression. You nod, your gaze going down to focus on his fangs again. Your blood paints his lips. Some of it trickles down his chin. He’s a monster, he truly is, but his eyes, though they are now scarlet and flickering like torches, are tender and patient.

He slides his hand down to the hem of your camisole, fingers rubbing against the fabric as he peppers soft kisses along your jawline. “Is this one your favorite too?”

“Huh?” You’re having the hardest time trying to focus. “Oh… No, not really.”

“Well, then,” his lips are still sucking bruises on your neck when he rips both of your camisole and your bra with one flick of his hand, exposing your bare chest to the cold air.

Jolting in surprise, you squeak out his name but you’re silenced with another kiss, one that is so consuming, so deep, so wild that you nearly sob against his mouth. The taste of copper makes you frown in discomfort but the knot starts to loosen when his tongue darts out to meet you in a messy kiss.

His hand goes down to your breast, cupping the side while he runs his thumb along your sensitive bud. You rake your nails against his back in response, aching for more. His other hand is tracing the curve of your waist, going down to your hips before he tears your skirt away. He tosses the clothing somewhere across the room, following your previous ones.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he reminds you, hooking his hands at the back of your knees before he pulls your legs forward. Pressing his hardness against the wetness of your lingerie, you both let out a whine.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Want you so bad, Princess.”

“Me too,” you keen, circling your legs around his waist for stability. “Don’t stop, please,” you murmur against his ear, robbing a low groan from the back of his throat.

It’s unfair that he’s still fully clothed while you’re almost nude. You tug on his shirt and Eren helps you toss it to the floor. You roam your lips to every inch of his bare skin, your lipstick staining the front of his chiseled chest before you mouth against his shoulder.

Eren licks along the wound of his previous bite, emitting a sinful moan when your blood sparks ecstasy in his mouth. His fingers are tentatively rubbing you over your lingerie and you beg with your lips muffled by the skin that covers his collarbone. “Take it off. Just take it off, please—“

You can feel a tiny laugh reverberating from his chest from how desperate you’re being but you don’t care. You really are that desperate.

Eren is more than willing to comply, sliding your lingerie down your thighs and you help him push it off your legs completely. You guide his palm to your heat, breathing out his name in a soft moan when his fingers promptly slide between your folds, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit. His mouth finds its way down the valley of your breasts and he goes lower and lower until he has his head between your legs.

You nibble at your lip in anticipation when he presses open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh. Eren makes sure he has his eyes fixed on yours when he dips his fangs into your supple skin, making you quiver with the sensation. The second bite isn’t as shocking as before and you’re so aroused by the little mmm that escapes him. He drinks from your thigh, his tongue flicking over the wound before he sinks his teeth again, maintaining his gaze on yours all the while. “Sweet…” His moans are so sexy and obscene, you feel like you can listen to them forever. “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess.”

“God, Eren.” You’re going insane, you can feel it. “I want you. I want you in me. I want you all over me.”

And he probably is too because he’s abandoning all of his self-control at once. The way he sucks bruises on your skin, lapping at the trail of blood that painted your body is almost animalistic, raw passion mixed with lust and uncontrollable desire. He drags his mouth to your center, tongue darting out to lap at your folds this time. Your hand goes straight to his head, slipping your fingers between the strands before you tug on his bun. He grunts a little when he feels you yanking at his roots, his hair tie sliding off until his strands fall loose, brushing against his shoulders.

You rock your hips against his mouth, his eyes glowing even brighter, filled with lust. He retracts his fangs just so he can suckle on your clit, abusing the same spot with his expert tongue. You taste even sweeter than your blood, intoxicating him to his bones.

“Come back to me,” you plead. “I need you.”

He returns to his feet and unbuckles his belt in a hurry, his mouth finding purchase on yours again. He pushes his jeans and briefs down just low enough to release himself from his confinement. You can feel his tip grazing against your clit before he glides his length down your folds, pulling you by the legs so you’re almost lying down on the counter with your upper back pressed against the mirror behind you.

His eyes are hooded but they speak reassurance when they bore into yours. “I’ll be gentle.”

Now that it finally sinks you’re going to do this for the first time, your lustful desire quickly changes into jitters. You nod, permitting him to proceed.

The feeling of him stretching you little by little is excruciating and he can tell that too, hissing, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” as his eyebrows adjoin in the middle. Unable to handle the pain, you reach out a hand to stop him but he grabs your wrist and plunges his teeth into your skin.

Another jolt of pain sends tremors all over your body before the rush of endorphin hits you like a wave, gradually reducing your pain until you’re in haze again, blissful even, but also even more aroused than before.

“You’re okay?” He licks the blood that trails down your arm before he presses a lingering kiss against your veins. “Are you still in pain?”

You’re breathing hard but you can feel your heartbeat slowing. “No. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He brushes his smile against your forehead before he returns to position. “Let’s start slow, okay?”

“No…” You push your body forward, tangling your arms around his neck. “Don’t hold back.” You lean close to his ear, kissing his shell once before you whisper, “I want you to fuck me, Ren.”

His grip on your thigh tightens, his mouth colliding with yours in a frantic kiss. “I’m gonna move,” Eren gives his final warning before he rams his hips forward, filling you up so deep, you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Even when he said he was going to be gentle with you, he’s doing the exact opposite. Or maybe he is going gentle, which only makes you wonder how wild he can be once he stops caring about your safety. The thought of him losing control of his mind as he pounds into you senselessly makes you shudder, your walls closing hard around his length.

“My God.” The feeling of your heat enveloping him—squeezing around him—makes him drop his temple on your shoulder, dissolving him into a groaning mess. “You are driving me insane, do you know that?”

“I can take it.” You hold his face, caressing his sharp jawline with trembling fingers. “It’s not painful anymore, so please, just… Do whatever you want with me.”

“But I’ll break you.” Although his eyes speak like he wants nothing but to grant your wish.

You let your tongue slide up from his chin to his lower lip, stopping just to whisper, “Then break me apart, I don’t care,” before you crash his mouth with yours again.

Eren’s thrust is both deep and hard, knocking your breath with each drive of his hips as he holds you by your waist, nails clawing into the skin. Maybe it’s because there’s still a trace of endorphin in your body that heightens all your senses and washes all your pain away because everything feels so unbelievably good. His touches, his kisses, his thrusts, and the way he moves his hips faster and faster until you can’t properly breathe—everything feels amazing.

And his voice—God, his voice—the way he moans and grunts against your ear, or when he sprouts expletives while he buries his face deep in the crook of your neck, lips scorching hot against your skin, makes you think fuck, why did I waste a fucking year doing nothing when I can have him like—

You’re interrupted from finishing your thought when Eren suddenly pulls out of you, making you whimper from the loss. He turns you around, forcing you to land on your feet again with your stomach pressed against the edge of the counter. You place both hands on the marbled surface as he pulls your hips closer to him, pressing his hardness against your behind as he glues his chest to your spine.

“Come here, look,” he says, holding you by the jaws and elevating your face just enough so you can gaze directly into the mirror. He shifts his hand, now holding back your bangs so your eyes are reflected perfectly. “Look how beautiful you are,” he purrs right next to your ear, the tip of his nose brushing against your jawline.

It’s both embarrassing and arousing to see yourself being held domineeringly by him, the curves of your body fit his perfectly even from behind. Your lips are bruised and swollen, blood smears messily around your neck, your wrist, your thigh even on your hips from the way he trailed his coated fingers along the skin.

Eren raises two of his blood-smeared fingers to your lips, mixing your lipstick with your own blood before he slowly drags his fingers away, painting blurred lines of crimson on your cheek. He sighs at the sight, eyes half-lidded as they glow brighter. “If I’m a monster,” he says, voice low and breathy, “Then you’re a fucking goddess.”

You shiver as you avert your gaze, ashamed of how sultry you look in the mirror and how sinful his gaze is as they rake over your body. He presses close, completing the dip of your spine with his chest like a matching puzzle. His fingers curl around the front of your neck, forcing you to look at your reflection once more as he licks a stripe up your wound. “We look good together, don’t you think?”

You’re panting hard, chest heaving up and down with each breath you take. “Eren…” You long for him to fill you again like before. “Please, just—"

He glides his hand down between your legs, teasing your cunt with small touches but strong and fast enough to make you quiver. “So sensitive too,” he chuckles, nipping slightly at your earlobe. “You’re so fucking cute.”

Before you can retort anything back, he pushes the head of his cock into your heat again, agonizingly slowly at first but slams the rest of it with one snap of his hips.

“I’ve thought about this—about us. I’ve been thinking about you so much, it scares me,” he confesses, with low groans interrupting his lines. He thrusts steadily into you, his cock rubbing deliciously against your walls. “You’re driving me crazy with that face of yours. Your lips, your voice—whenever you call my name, whenever you pout after losing an argument—the way you secretly stare at me wherever I go—ah, fuck—”

“I don’t—” You gasp, thighs trembling under your weight. He wraps an arm along your stomach, holding you still while he pushes in deeper. “I never—”

“And the way you lie just like now,” He chuckles, kissing the middle of your shoulder blades. “Fuck, you’re so cute—so fucking cute that it pisses me off whenever you talk about Armin when we both know he can’t satisfy you the way I do—he doesn’t understand you—doesn’t get your stupid jokes—” He begins to fall out of rhythm, hips moving faster with each thrust. “He doesn’t deserve you—I deserve you.”

You catch the sight of your reflection, noticing how he sometimes throws his head back in pleasure, his strong hands gripping the sides of your waist as he rolls his hips, again and again, thrusting into you until you can only cry out his name and nothing more. It’s too obscene, too erotic for your eyes to witness, and when he locks his gaze with yours in the mirror, you nearly faint.

“E-Eren—” You reach out a hand behind you, trying to find him for support but he holds your wrist against your spine, pumping into you with strong strokes. He leaves you with no option but to press the side of your face against the marble countertop, your mouth parting in a silent scream.

The sounds of his groans and your whimpers echo through the bathroom walls, along with the sound of your skin slapping against his. His teeth prickling against your shoulder, his eyes drifting back to the mirror to see how you look underneath him. He sinks his fangs deep into you one more time, making various sounds of pleasure as he drinks your blood.

“Ren—”

“Cum,” he orders, growling against your skin. “Come on, baby, I need you to cum on my cock." The sensation of his thrust, his fingers slightly choking you as he holds you by your neck, and the amount of endorphin that washes over you soon drives you to your release. You mewl out his name, clenching tightly around him. "Mmm, yeah, fuck, just like that—" Eren lets out a guttural moan with his head thrown back in pleasure. He's not giving you a chance to ride your orgasm slowly as he continues ramming his length into you. "Perfect. You're so fucking perfect, Princess. Feel so good around my cock—”

A train of expletives tumbles from his mouth as he embraces you closer, feeling every shake that you emit directly with his body. You’re not sure if it’s from the loss of blood or everything else combined, but your vision starts to blur and suddenly your world turns black.

***

When you wake up, you’re lying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling you’ve seen a million times with your eyes barely open. You’re still pretty much in a haze, not sure if you’re still floating inside your dream or you’ve returned to reality. It’s until your door opens with a click that you can start to differentiate.

“Ah, you’re awake.” He peeks inside through the door holding your favorite mug, already dressed back in his favorite black tee and matching jeans. “I was wondering when you’d wake up. Can I come in?”

He walks in without needing an answer and, weirdly, he doesn’t seem nervous or awkward. Unlike you whose blood is rushing fast to your face, your heart thrashing wildly inside your rib cages. A flashback comes in like an unstoppable train and you almost reach out a hand to your neck, wanting to know if his bite marks are still there.

The way he acts is so natural that you begin to wonder whether all that happened was simply your imagination. But when you try to move your body, jolts of pain run like electricity to your bones, and you freeze. It feels like somebody is trying to crack your head open, tearing your body apart. You fall back to the bed, weak and enervated.

“You all right?” He immediately rushes to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed before he gathers your face in his hands. He observes you closely, looking for signs of discomfort. “Be careful, okay? You lost a lot of blood, so I wouldn’t move too much if I were you. I brought you some coconut water. Here,” he places the mug down on your nightstand. “And some supplements too. They’ll help with your blood loss. I’ll cook some fish and eggs for dinner later.”

You can only nod, too tired to even speak. His eyes begin to soften, his fingers reaching out to caress the strands of your hair. “I guess I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry.”

“A bit…?” You croak out.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, unable to stop a smile from forming on his face. “I tried so hard not to but you were so cute.” He leans closer, his lips hovering above yours but he rethinks his decision before he closes the gap. He moves to bestow a gentle kiss on your forehead instead. “You should go back to sleep,” he murmurs against your skin. “Call me when you need help. I’ll be right outside.”

He doesn’t spare you a glance as he stands up from the bed, but the way he trips on his feet once makes you realize that oh, maybe he’s embarrassed about all of this too.

“Eren.”

He stops in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder as he lays a hand on your doorframe. “Yeah?”

“Where does this leave us?”

His face turns stern. Spinning over to face you, he questions further. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you pause, wetting your lip in anxiety. “Do you want us to pretend it didn’t happen?”

His eyes darken, seemingly upset. “Do you?”

“I… Uhh…” Your heart is beating so fast that you feel nauseous. “I don’t, but—”

“Then don’t suggest something like that,” he sighs, walking back to your bed again. He kneels on the floor so you’re eye-to-eye, squeezing your hand with his larger one. “Don’t scare me, okay? I finally have you where I want you.”

You look away, attempting to hide your flustered face. “But then, what are we now?”

“I don’t care what we are. I just want us to keep doing this.”

“Doing what, having sex? Drinking my blood?”

“No, idiot.” He rolls his eyes. “I mean, yes, of course, that too. Plenty of that. But what I meant was I want to continue to have this kind of relationship with you. Just the two of us living together, making fun of each other, or spending hours watching re-runs of your stupid TV shows.”

“They’re not stupid.”

“They’re stupid. I only watch them because of you. You are my favorite show.” He winks to break the tension and you blurt out laughing, shoving him playfully by the shoulder. But when your giggle starts to fade, Eren leans in to cup your cheek, smiling softly. “I just want to spend more time with you, as long as you’d let me. So can we have that? Please?”

“I…” You’re so captivated by his features. The perfect shape of his lips is the one that steals your attention away. “I guess…”

“You guess?” He scrunches up his nose cutely like a child. “You’re playing hard to get again? Really? After all the begging you did in the bathroom?” Seeing you turn flustered only makes him want to tease you even harder. “What was it that you said? God, Eren, I want you. I want you in me. I want you all over me—“

“Okay, shut up, geez!” You slap a hand against his mouth, steam practically coming out of your ears. “Yes, we can have that. I’d… love to have that actually.”

Kissing your inner palm, he lovingly smiles against your skin, appreciating your honesty. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, Princess?”

***

A/N:

There will be a prequel for this fic, called BEFORE DAWN, which will flesh out more details on Eren's background story when he was a royalty 845 years ago. It will be a tragic love story between a prince and his servant, and how he ended up being turned into a monster at the end.

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Feel free to ignore me but...

What WOULD make Max harder? What would get him so horny he's surprised by it?

What if the reader bit him, for a change, just to see what the fuss was about? I mean, she HAD before. But not seriously, not enough to draw blood before.

But, she doesn't NEED his blood to survive. She just wants it. What does that do to his brain? What would it smell and taste like if his blood mixed with hers?

No one look at me. I'm not writing Max instead of the 47 other things I'm supposed to be working on. I'm not.

Max Phillips x f!reader Words: 770 Warnings: smut?

You stretched, blinking in the soft morning sunlight. A weight pressed the bed next to you and you turned your head to see Max laying on his back naked, hands folded neatly on his stomach, the baby blue eye mask with the embroidered winking eyes firmly on his face.

Max didn’t sleep. But he did do…. something. Hibernate maybe? He sort of zoned out completely, eyes open and wide. The first time he’d done it you’d woken up to his completely motionless staring form and screamed bloody murder.

That was when you bought him the eye mask.

It took effort to knock him out of this state, and it didn’t escape you that this was a vulnerable time that he trusted you with. Smiling slightly, you perched your head on one hand and reached over with the other, trailing your fingers lightly down his chest.

He was quite nice to look at when he wasn’t being an ass.

He was nice to look at even when he was being an ass, but the things that came out of his mouth made it somewhat harder to admire him. He was sculpted, cool to the touch, motionless beneath you. That had taken some getting used to, too.

With a mischievous grin you leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. When he didn’t move you pressed another, and another, draping yourself over his chest and then setting your teeth against him. You considered it a moment then bit down on his shoulder.

He jerked under you, one hand lifting to the eye mask and pulling it up slightly to peer at you from under it. "Can I help you?"

"Nope."

"You sure?" His free hand came up to rub your back. "You don’t need anything?"

You scraped your teeth against him again and grinned. "Nope. I’m good."

He dropped the eye mask, lips curving into a smile. "Ok then."

With no further interruptions from Max you moved to straddle him, biting at what skin you could reach. Smiling, you made soft grring noises, nipping at him.

"How’s it feel to be on the other side of it Phillips?" You growled around a mouthful of his pec.

"Nice."

"Nice?"

"Umm," he lifted the eye mask again and looked down at your pout, "I mean… terrifying?"

"Grr," you said again and tried to bite him in the center of his chest. But a) you didn’t have fangs and b) he had like 4% body fat and there was nothing to get your teeth around. You huffed and moved further down, nipping at his stomach and waist.

"For purely informational purposes, are you going to continue the biting the entire way?"

You didn’t answer, just moved lower and held his cock lightly between your teeth before releasing him with a long lick. "Grr."

"Oh yeah, grrr," he echoed. "Definitely grr. Don’t do it again. Oh no."

He sounded so deadpan you giggled, pulling the head of his cock into your mouth for just a minute and swirling your tongue around him. Before he could really enjoy the sensation you let him go and dropped your mouth to his thigh. You bit him harder and felt him twitch. Humming to yourself you shifted to the other and bit again.

A warm burst of precum fell on your cheek.

You sat up, giving him an incredulous look. "Do you like the biting?"

"What?" he sounded defensive. "Don’t you?"

Well, he had a point there. You straddled his waist and let him settle against you. Leaning your hands on each side of his head and scraping your teeth on his nipple. "What kind of biting?"

He titled his neck, exposing the stretch of skin to you, "Here. Hard."

You kissed it softly. "How hard?"

"Hard."

Well, he asked for it. You sank your teeth into him, growling in your throat and he arched under you. You felt a flood of wetness between your thighs as he gasped and melted under you.

"Did you just come?" Your face was a mix of incredulity and joy. "Did you just come from being bitten? Oh my god."

"Fuck," he groaned, "no I didn’t."

You glanced down and bit your lip. "I think you did."

"No I didn’t."

"I think-"

His arms wrapped around you, flipping you onto your back. "Shut up."

"Or what?"

Wrong question. Max had superhuman strength and stamina - and an absolutely amoral sense of good and evil. You didn’t leave the bed for four hours. You could barely walk for the next week.

But Max carried the mark of your teeth for just as long.

#max fucking phillips #max phillips #max phillips imagine #max phillips x you #max phillips x reader #frat lestat #i can hear wordsforfandoms laughing at me

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

The guys reacting to the first time thing get heated (😏) with their s/o

Leo

Ok so Leo is such a gentleman like it’s almost too much

like you have to put his hands on your waist/thighs/boobs ect because otherwise he won’t

not that he’s not excited, he’s over the freakin’ moon but he wants to make sure he isn’t pressuring you

eventually when it becomes clear that you definitely want this, he gets a little bold

“do you want to move this to my room?”

umm, of course you do!

he’s so very gentle at first

he knows that it’s just as much about your pleasure as it is about his

he undresses you like you’re something precious because, to him, you are

trails kisses everywhere and I mean every inch of skin that’s exposed

he does like to be in control most of the time but doesn’t want to force these power dynamics on you before you’ve had a chance to talk about them

so when you’re making out he goes a little more aggressive than he usually is but never too much, he wouldn’t do that

kissing up your neck, pulling your jaw to the side and kissing behind your ear and then telling you to look at him while he runs his thumb over your lips

compliments, compliments, compliments

telling you how you’re the most stunning thing he’s ever seen, he’s so lucky to be in this moment with you and how he’s gonna make this last

you can practically see the restraint in his entire being as he tries to hold back everything he wants to do to you because he knows he has to pace himself

but honestly, the second his clothes come off you’d let him do just about anything to you

of course he goes with traditional missionary for your first time together

not that he’s boring, but missionary is underrated and it means you can see each other and kiss while it goes down

oh he’s so intense though

direct eye contact and if you look away it’s “no, eyes back to me, baby. That’s right”

the kissing almost never stops unless he wants to hear you moan but you normally moan against his chest/shoulder to cover up the noise

not that he minds, in a way that’s hotter for him

stroking your hair and cupping your chin in his hand as he rocks further into you, telling you what an angel you are

it’s a perfect night

Raph

oh the gentle giant 

when things first start heating up and you encourage his hands to wander around your body more, he’s very quick to make sure you’re certain you want to do this

lots of “you can change yer mind anytime” and “yer sure yer wanna do this?”

he needs a little encouragement to warm up

but once he does he is in the zone baby!

undresses you like you are made of glass, like you’re the most fragile thing that’s every existed

and a long, loonnggg makeout session while you’re both in your birthday suits

this guy can really kiss 

hands will begin to wander, mainly to your ass/thighs as that is his fave part of you

but plenty of attention on your nipples too, trying to gauge how gentle/rough you like things 

unlike Leo being gentle with you comes so naturally to him

he’s used to toning down how strong he is when you’re in his arms just so he doesn’t crush you

there’s a shy little “so what do ya’ like?” as he rubs the back of his neck 

you giggle and tell him what gets you going and you being so upfront and honest makes him less shy

oh he knows how to body worship, he’s been dreaming of treating you like royalty since you first met and this is his chance

rubbing, nipping, licking and gently biting at your exposed flesh 

hand cupping the back of your neck in a possessive yet protective way also

big fan of hand stuff, just to really get you in the mood

but he also pulls away a lot just to make sure you’re still enjoying yourself and don’t want him to leave

he gets insecure like that at times

but when the act is actually happening, he’s in the moment entirely. Anxiety? who is she?

he wants you to ride him, he figures that’s best for you

lets you decide how deep you want to take him in and lets you set your own pace

also gives him a chance to rub, slap and cup your ass as much as he wants

he gets you to stop half way through just so he can take your face in his hands, look into your eyes and tell you “You’re perfect” before rolling you over and getting on top

Mikey

overexcited to the max

a “wait! this is really happening?”

then he’s practically squealing before giving himself a little pep talk of “be cool, man. don’t blow this for us”

oh he is so clumsy with it 

leading you to his room while trying to still makeout with you at the same time

you both bumping into every wall and table on the way there 

he picks you up bridal style to “carry you over the threshold” as he puts it

everything is just a light hearted, fun time with Mikey

however he takes your enjoyment and, beyond that, your consent very seriously.

((not that the others don’t, just Mikey is super in tune with this stuff))

he’s very intuitive so if you pull away or your body language doesn’t feel right, he asks about it and stops what he’s doing

last thing on earth he would want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe

the second he’s given the all clear, though, it’s back to business!

oh the dry humping and groping is to die for

he can’t have his hands in enough places at once 

very touchy feely to the extent it makes you laugh because he just wants you so badly and it’s so clear

after some more heavy petting and the clothes come off he gets between your legs so close that you can feel his breath on your most sensitive area and asks “do you want me to fuck you?”

not that you need to be asked twice, but it makes you falter because of just how hot that is

of course you say yes and then you’re in for the time of your life

he is the king of oral after all

his tongue just knows all the right spots and it’s slopping and intense and just oh so good

whispering sweet nothings against your sex because he’s just having such a good time down there

making sure to tell you how amazing you taste

but that’s just the warm up

the main act, he will of course ask again if this is what you want and then it’s show time babeyy

he wants you on your side with him behind you, arms around you and he lets you put him inside you, just to make sure you’re really ready 

playing with your nipples the entire time he’s fucking you because that’s just what Mikey loves to do

whispering in your ear non stop as well

about how tight you feel, how much he adores you....ect

biting your ear lobe and leaving hickies on your neck

Donnie

oh he’s the most nervous of any of them

not because he doesn’t know what he’s doing, believe me he does, he’s read enough books on it and maybe seen enough videos on the matter if you catch my drift

he could make you cum blindfolded with one hand tied behind his back (in fact, he’d probably like that)

but he wants everything to be perfect, he’s a romantic after all and this is a blessing and a curse

things are getting steamy and he knows it because you’re reaching up under his hoodie and caressing his thighs so he knows that tonight is the night

he’s half prepared which is less that he likes to be

he’ll excuse himself for a second and then come back 5 minutes later and lead you to his room

candles everywhere, slow jazz music playing and his bed is actually made for once

“...I wanted it to be special” he says sheepishly, so of course you throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply

mainly keeps his hands to safe areas until you tell him it’s ok to touch you and then he takes full liberties with it

king of hand stuff I cannot stress this enough

he has strong, perfect hands that know how to hit all the right spots and do not get tired

he can let you go 3 rounds with just his hand while both of you are still mostly clothed 

lots of brushing your hair out of your face and smiling little a dork at you

even lying back at one point and snorting because “oh my god I thought this would never happen!”

he makes it clear that he’s just thrilled to be there with you which makes you feel special 

eventually the clothes come off and he’s surprisingly good at taking the lead 

marking you up a little, even going as far as to leave a trail of love bites in the shape of a heart on your stomach 

he’s such an attentive kisser as well, just matching the pace you set and never too much or too little tongue, always letting you guide how you want it

he wants to to ride him, of course

he wants to just watch you, see your hair get messy as you run your hands through it in pleasure, see how you close your eyes and throw your head back, how you purse your lips together or bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan

hands on your midriff the entire time, helping you set a pace that’s good for both of you

he never takes his eyes off of you, just stares up adoringly the entire time

#tmnt #tmnt imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles imagine #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #first time #first times #tmnt x reader

[its-kall-the-clown]

14 Fluff for Red Son realizing he's nursing a crush on MK

As some context this is post redemption for the demon bull family. So Mei, MK, and Red hang out a lot together now. Red Son is also an idiot. XD

Also this isn’t my most polished work so sorry if it feels rushed.

prompt list

Stop that!! (Don't stop)

Rating: PG-13 for implied sexual interactions

"I think I'm sick"

Red Son admits to the ceiling of Mei's room. They were hanging out like they normally did on days MK was training with monkey king. She was playing some sort of retro video game and he was watching till he got bored and lay on her bed thinking.

"You got a tummy ache?" Mei teased, pausing her game and he huffs rolling his eyes, and sits up.

"Don't be ridiculous" he huffs out and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Okayyyy so what're the symptoms." Mei crawls from her spot on the floor and joins him in bed, sitting crisscrossed with her hand in her lap, and leaning forward eagerly.

"It's hard to explain… sometimes when MK is gone my chest hurts " he places a hand over his heart that was beating normally at the moment.

"And sometimes, when he's around, my hands get sweaty and it feels like I'm gonna throw up and…." He watches a wide unlearning Cheshire grin grow across his friend's face. He continues on, albeit, a bit more hesitantly.

"And….sometimes I can't talk right, and sometimes when he IS around my chest hurts also?" Mei was grinning so wide she was more teeth than she was girl.

"Why are you smiling…."

"OMFG!!?? You have a crush on Mk?!!!" She squeaks excitedly and rolls around in her back as she descends into what Red can only describe as absolute madness.

"What are you talking about??!" He sputters, Mei giggles a bit longer before finally pulling together and greeting him with a wide grin.

"Dude. Your like SO gay for him. 'My HeARt hUrTs WhEn hE’s not arOuNdddd~ " she mocks him in a fake tone and he growls hitting her with a pillow..

"Stop that!" He growls.

"SToP ThAt~" she mocks back and they devolve into a pillow fight on her bed. He girns when he hits her smug face squarely with a dragon stuffie.

Soon they lay panting on her bed and the dragon girl rolls onto her stomach poking him in the face.

"So. Crushing in MK huh?"

He grows beat red again and pulls a pillow into his face and groans.

"You should tell him."

Red son sits up with a smile.

"I should!"

"Yes!!"

"So I can tell him to stop making me sick!"

"Say what now?"

He turns to Mei with a feral smile. This 'crush' or whatever she called it could be fixed. If MK was the one giving it to him. He just needed MK to stop doing...whatever he was doing to make him feel like this.

"Hold on I think you are conf-"

"Thanks Mei!" He gets up and is off to confront the noodle boy as he hears Mei shout at him from her room.

"You're a fucking idiot!!!"

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He storms forward like a typhoon. Red son is a force of nature that can not be stopped, nothing could yield him in his goal or hinder him in his path. Wild horses pulling chariots could not stop him, celestials in heaven would not dare stand in his way, and even his parents (by far the scariest force of all) could not persuade him to rethink what he was doing.

He pushes past the doors to Pigsy's noodles, shoves past patrons and ignores the warning shouts from the pigman.

he had one goal on mind

"Nyyyooodle boy!!!!!!" He bellows grabbing the attention to his problem. Those perfect expression color eyes meet him and the disease in his chest grows. He's in his training clothes, clearly on his way up to his apartment over the shop so he can shower.

Why did the idea of MK showering make his heartbeat erratically? Soft shoulders and cascading water off them…

She shakes his head back and forth now back on track.

"Stop. That." He growls out grinding his teeth together as steam leaves his ears. MK tilts his head slightly. The disease grows more in his chest and he hates it.

"Stop that!!!!" He points directly at MK feeling his hair sputter and spark as his temperature rises. He thinks his face is growing red.

"I'm….not doing anything?" MK gives him a sheepish smile, the kind that quirks up on one side and absolutely obliterates Red Son on the spot.

Like a crunchy fall leaf under the heel of a boot he's crushed.

Whatever motivation he had before it evaporates quicker than a drop of water in the Sahara desert.

"Y-your haven't heard the last of me!!" He makes a quick retreat, stumbling over his own feet and taking out one of Pigsy's tables in the process.

He exits the shop faster than he entered. He needed to regroup and strategize.

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"SoooOOOOOo How'd it go?" Mei asked her eyes not leaving the screen, she's playing a different video game now, and she didn't even spare him a glance when he came back as if she predicted he would fail.

"Horrible!!! All it did was make this sickness worse." He throws his arms up and paces back and forth biting his lip. Mei doesn't pause her game this time, only continuing to mash buttons as he grumbles under his breath.

She lets out A long-suffering sigh and finally pauses her game.

"Dude. I know you're behind on the lingo and stuff but a 'crush' isn't a sickness. It means you like MK. As in you want to kiss him and stuff." she explains with a shrug unpausing her game and the sound of power-ups and pixelated men punching each other continues.

Red Son halts in his tracks

He pictures kissing MK. pressing his lips to the boy's soft adorable lips. He can practically feel the warmth it would produce. He pictures MK smiling into the kiss as they awkwardly bump noses. He pictures holding MK’s hand, squeezing it gently as they walk hand and hand. He imagines the feeling of MK’s hair between his fingers as he runs his hands through it.

He sucks in a gasp, his heart beating out of time.

Of fuck.

“I’m so screwed…..”

He feels Mei patting his shoulder, she paused her game again when he was fantasizing

“Yeah, you are. But at least now you can DO something about it.” she nudges his side and he blushes a bright red and he can hear her chuckling at him

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“Can we talk?”

MK blinks back at him looking back and forth for a moment as if he was confused by his precence. Which to be fair he DID just enter through MK’s window while he was showering and was now waiting for him on his bed.

“Uhhhhh sure?” they rub the last remaining moisture from his hair with a towel before tossing it to the floor to be added to piles of laundry they had yet to do. Red Son didn't even curl his lip up at the slob-like behavior because HOLY SHIT MK IS SHIRTLESS!!!

Of course, MK didn't even seem to care that he was only wearing grey sweatpants in his presence. Red Son guilty looked MK’s chest up and down while they searched for a sleep shirt. Working out with Monkey King has been paying off because MK was sporting some muscle. He also had a few scars from battles that only added to how attractive he was, and of course, there were the two faint top surgery scars under his pecks.

“Is this about your weird episode in the shop today?” they asked pulling him from his guilt ogling and MK pulled a shirt over his body. Damn what a shame.

“Mei says I have something called a ‘crush’ and I should ‘tell them how I feel’ in order to make the pain in my chest go away,” he explained using quotation marks with his fingers to punctuate himself. MK’s eyes widen slightly and then it's schooled quickly. They join Red Son on the bed.

“O-oh? Have you told them?” MK squirms in place and keeps his gaze cast down. He looks uncomfortable, no. he looks upset? Why would MK be upset? Was it because he broke into his room again without permission?

No not that. Although he will have to apologize later

“I’m working on that part,” he explains scooting closer to MK and he grabs one of their hands gently. This felt stupid, and he thinks his sickness will kill him with how quickly his heart is beating. He was terrified and all his symptoms were amplified by ten.

He looks into MK’s espresso-colored eyes looking for something. He loved those eyes. They showed so much in them and he SWORE they could change the whole lighting of a room.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water with his false starts. Eventually, he clears his throat and releases his confession.

“Umm well...MK. I h-have a crush on you.”

he shuts his eyes and waits for the rejection, waits to hear MK laugh with their head back and shove him away.

None of that comes.

He peaks an eye open to find MK’s face a bright scarlet red. Was that a good sign? Or was MK so angry at him that he was just building up anger inside of him like a volcano ready to blow.

“ I w-will leave now.” he pulls away ready to retreat with at least his dignity still in tack. He's pulled back violently and soft lips are smashed to his. He lets out a surprised whimper and absolutely melts into the feeling. His brain is electrified and static all at once.

He kisses back hungrily grabbing MK by the waist and pulls him closer. When they are running out of air only does MK pull away with a little breathless gasp.

“Stay the night?” They requested, placing a soft kiss to the juncture of his neck and he can’t find a single cell in his body that would possibly say no. He nods numbly and MK kisses him again a smile on his lips that he could taste.

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“MK GET UP! YOU ARE LATE AGAIN!!”

Pigsy burst down the door jolting the demon awake from his peaceful slumber, his arms that were previously wrapped around MK pull away quickly in the process. He thinks he could stick to the ceiling with his claws like a cat in a cartoon if he jolted just a little higher.

The covers are yanked off them both before Red Son even has time to protest. Thank gods they both put underwear back on when they finished satisfying each other. Red Son is completely and thoroughly exposed to MK’s boss, bitemarks, and hickes across his chest snitching on him.

Red Son and Pigsy meet eyes and he feels a sweat break out across his neck. Pigsy sighs and pinches his snout. He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out through his nose.

“I don't know what happened here... And I don't WANT to know. Tell MK he’s got ten minutes to get downstairs.” Pigsy turns on his heel and leaves slamming the door behind him. Red Son looks over to his now-boyfriend who’s mouth hangs open with drool dripping down his face.

MK slept through all of it.

He can’t help but chuckle and kiss their forehead gently.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #MK #Red Son #spicynoodleshipping #Red Son may not be the sharpest cookie in the box #thats it. thats the sentance #wrtting prompts #prompt ask

[g-on-ef]

Blitz cant understand why Striker gives him so much attention. Striker kisses him, holds him, speaks to him like an equal, not a fuck toy. Striker makes Blitz feel things, things he’s never felt properly before. He’s had exes, sure,but he’s never been in love.

Their tails intertwine as they sit in front of the campfire. The warmth of the flames warm Blitz’s skin. What is this feeling... what is it?

Striker leans in, and kisses him. He kisses his lips, his chin, then down to his neck, where the kiss becomes a bite; teeth biting down on red skin, tasting blood. He bites down until blood fills his mouth, and then, for the rest of the night, his forked tongue laps at the newly formed mating bite, and Blitz understands.

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A/N: Sorry this took long ^^; hope the wait was worth it ^^ Also there is a poor attempt at smut it’s an attempt but it’s a poor one ^^;

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The Harvest Moon Festival was over, the gang was back in IMP City and Blitz...Blitz was curled up in Striker’s side as the cowboy rubbed his back.

He should be angry at himself for seeing Striker behind his employees’ back, especially after what he did to Millie and Moxxie, what he tried to do to Stolas.

Be disgusted with himself that he allowed this assassin to touch him in ways not many have.

And yet...here he was...in Striker’s bed...curled up against him, naked as the day he was born.

The two just finished an amazing round of sex and now here they were basking in the after glow of their fucking.

He could feel Striker’s tail intertwining with his own, he hated that; hated because whenever an imp curled their tails with another it was usually a sign of affection, a sign of love and trust, a sign that meant that they were together and belong to each other only.

Blitz should tell Striker to stop hell, he should definitely push him away or even off instead he tighten his tail around Stirker’s, moves closer to the taller imp and tighten his hold on him.

“What are you thinking about,” Striker asked.Blitz didn’t say anything instead he just continued to draw patterns across Striker’s chest careful to avoid the scars he had.

 “Nothing,” he said softly, Striker doesn’t push, doesn’t call him out on his lying, doesn’t try to force whatever is on his mind out of it instead he just pulls him closer kisses the top of his head and hums a little tune luring Blitz to sleep.

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Stolas had a way to irritate him, the baby voice he always used on him, the constant reminder that he was an imp, the insults that were disguised as compliments; yeah the bird had ways to make him regret talking Striker out of shooting him.

Speaking of the assassin, Blitz couldn’t help but smile. Last night he took Blitz for a ride on Bombproof, it was nice not to mention their conversations. Blitz still couldn’t believe that Striker told him who his mother is, that he was Lady Lilith’s son but the queen didn’t know he was alive and he wanted to keep it that way.

“You know I could go to the queen,” he said playfully.

“Let her know that her son is alive and bring you to her,”

He expected Striker to undermined him, tell him that he wouldn’t do that or some other bs crap that made Blitz feel like a lesser being.

Imagine his shock when he said,

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you did that, hell I can already see you going up to her and bribing her with information about me,”

He looked at him oddly.

“Wait, you think I am capable of doing that?”

“Tch, I don’t think that boss man, I know your capable of doing it. Fuck, you con Goiesha to get you through the surface, you run a successful company, love if I ever find out Lilith knows of my existence I would still be shock. 

Knowing you, you would probably have a plan to use it to your advantage,”

It was weird...hearing Striker praise him like that...hearing the respect and admiration that Striker had for him caused Blitz to blush before he looked away.

Striker believed he was capable of conning the Queen of Hell? The Queen?

 Fuck he wasn’t sure what to do with this information but he couldn’t help but smile as he realized that Striker meant it when he said he had potential to do great things, that he wasn’t just toying with him, that he-

“Oh Blitzzzzyyyy!”He groan in annoyance and began to wonder if he should ask the Queen he knows about Striker and he would gladly give him to her if she let him kill Stolas with no consequences.

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He’s always listening to him, it didn’t mattered if he was talking about some random bullshit, complaining about some of his clients, whatever was on his mind Striker was always listening to him.

At first he thought he wasn’t paying any attention to him hell why should he, he’s a clown something to be laughed at, a toy to be used and than be thrown away because the owner got what it needed from it.

But than he surprised him one day when he came over to his house Striker set up a cute fort; blankets being draped over furniture with some fairy lights surrounding them pillows on the ground and a medium size TV inside the fort along with different snacks and drinks.

“What’s all this?”

Striker appears behind him and wraps his hands around him and pulled him close to his body.

He kisses his cheek before answering,

“You said you always wanted to see that horse movie Black Beauty, so I bought it and thought we can watch it,”

“You wanna watch a horse movie?” he turned to look at Striker in disbelief.

“Yes,”

“Why?”

“Because you love horses, and you told me this is one of your favorite movies, figure I’d watch it with you and see what the fuss is about,”

Blitz blushed as Striker mentioned he wanted to watch it because it was Blitz’s favorite movie. If he was honest with himself he doesn’t even remember mentioning the movie being his favorite since he tends to talk about random stuff, hell sometimes he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about.

Usually Moxxie or Millie have to remind him to slow down or that he’s losing focus...again.

Still Blitz is reminded again how Striker listened to everything he had to say, how he never asked him to slow down, never told him he was losing focus, Striker would just sit there quietly and listen to Blitz’s rambles and now seeing that he remembers that Blitz loved Black Beauty showed him that he has been listening to him...this whole time.

“And the fort?” he had to ask.

Striker laughed.

“That’s for us to relax and have a nice date night together.

Date...all of Blitz’s dates have always been about his partner in fact Blitz was always the giver in every relationship that he was in so to see that Striker was willing to do something nice for him...yeah Blitz looked away before he could say something he would regret.

“Yeah...let’s go and watch the umm...the movie...yeah let’s go watch it,” he said trying so hard not to sound like he was seconds away from blurting out those words.

Striker just laughed as he was pulled into the fort. He sat down and placed Blitz on his lap, the two sat back and enjoyed the movie as they fed each other candy, wings, and drank from the same cup. If Blitz was honest he was waiting for Striker to try something but he didn’t instead the two spend the night watching the movie and enjoying each other’s company.

Half way through the movie Blitz fell asleep and Striker laid him down on the pillows and curled up against him. The two fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

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He stared at the embers of the flames as they danced around, he closed his eyes and listen to the crackling of wood he lean back on Striker’s chest, their eyes met, both staring into each other’s a myriad of emotions swirling around them.

He turns around on his lap, his tail searching for Striker’s, Striker wrapping his own around his own.

They continue to stare at one another.

Blitz can feel that feeling, the one he’s tried so hard to ignore growing as they continue to look at one another.

Striker cups his face before he leans in, his lips moving along with his own he picks him up, his lips never leaving his as he lays him down on the sleeping bag.

Striker pulls back a little, his thumb stroke his cheek as he unbuttons Blitz’s shirt, Blitz does the same, the two begin to undress one another.

He can feel Striker’s fingers enter his hole, scissoring him open for his big cock. He moans as he feels him hitting his prostate. His fingers digging into his back as he takes his time with him.

Blitz can feel him kissing his lips, his cheeks, his chin before moving down and sucking on his neck.

He than removes his finger making Blitz whine as he was close to cumming but it doesn’t last long as Striker’s cock enters his hole filling him up once again. He moves gently at first before he fastens his past. 

Blitz is in heaven, at least that’s how Striker manages to make him feel Striker pulls back staring down at the city imp with that emotion, that emotion that was no doubt being reflected in his eyes.

He leans down, moving in and out of him, Blitz moans muffled by the kiss. Striker pulls back and places a kiss on his chin before moving down kissing his neck. 

The kiss turns into a bite, teeth biting down his neck as blood spilled but was lapped up as Striker drank it, Blitz comes, Striker’s name escaping his lips.

Striker groans as his continues to fuck Blitz through his orgasm, the cowboy follows after him and cums inside him.

Striker pulls back and licks his lips, he looks down on Blitz who’s looking at him with amazement.

Striker leans down and begins to lick the newly form mating bite placing kisses on it whenever he can.

He smiles as he feel Striker’s lips on his new mark.

“I love you,” he whispers softly he feels Striker’s smile before he hears those words being return to him.

“I love you too Blitz”

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A/N: Well that was fun now onto the rest of the prompts ^^ also guy don’t forget if you wanna send me any Striker x Blitz prompts feel free to do so ^^ One more thing if i have any Army following me I have one thing to say STREAM BUTTER !!! 

#helluva boss striker #striker helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #helluva blitzo #blitzstrike #blitzo x striker #helluva boss #answers asked #anon #anonymous

[the-fiction-witch]

I Love When You’re Horny

MOVIE: ORBIT EVER AFTER COUPLE: NIGEL X READER RATING: KINKY SMUT

I smiled as I heard the airlock on our hovel

"Y/n! I'm home my beautiful girly" he calls

"In the bedroom" I called as I got sat as I want to and a few seconds later he opened the door and was taken aback slightly by the room, the candles, the fancy bed sheet, and all the other such things I had prepared "hi"

"Hi… something. Something going on?' he asked, a little confused, I smiled and innocently shrugged "has somebody missed me?" He smirked, coming closer "is… somebody horny?' he smirked now standing at the foot of our bed

I smiled wickedly and pressed my head against his chest cuddling him close he smiled and wrapped his arms around me too "yes master"

''ooh… hummm does someone want her master?"

"Maybe"

"Yes or no princess?"

"Yes master"

'that's a good girl '' he smirked while playing with my hair "well, we can't tonight princess far too close to… that time. I don't wanna make my princess pregnant"

"But nigel"

"Are you really that desperate for me?"

"Yes master"

"Alright. But then we do it my way, '' he smirked. "Take that dress off, I want you naked On your stomach. Or I'll spank that ass raw" he warns

"Yes master" I giggled slipping my dress odd and he watched my every move until I was naked he bit his lip hard look at my naked body, I went to touch his belt but he pushed me back

"Bad girl. Lay down, or I'll make that ass bright red for the next week" he warns getting his own clothes off so I did as I was told laying in the bed on my stomach and his hands grabbed my hips pushing my knees up so I was bent over down our bed for him "you look so good princess. Such a shame your such a slutty girl" he smirked slapping my ass hard

"Nigel!" I complained

" If you behaved master wouldn't have to spank his princess," he smirked, kissing my back "well as much. I can't help myself sometimes" he smirked

"What is it you ask of me tonight master?"

"Hummm I wanna watch" he growled, his hand left me for a moment and I saw him getting into the box I had already laid out. He handcuffed my ankles and tied my wrists together giving my lips a little kiss when he did my hands up "quiet. I know how noisy you can get" he smirked wrapping a gap around my mouth he moved behind me again and instantly I heard the familiar sound of vibration, at first he circled the toy around my clit and my entrance making sure I was wet, next he pushed in my usual you one we made that felt exactly like nigel he pushed it as deep inside me as it could go and turned it in high, I struggled against my restraints biting hard on the gag trying not to scream already even if I whined a lot "awww what's wrong? Ohh princess wanted master did she? Well you've been far to naughty for real master, so you just get your toy and I want you to hold it, no dropping it, you do" he warns "Humm…. I'll make you sit on your evil toy for the rest of tonight" he growled he got something else from the box making me even more excited "let's have this one this one's always such a joy to watch" he smirked nuzzling a little toy directly on my clit he used something I wasn't sure it might have been soft rope of possibly tape to secure the toy to me and it's control box to my thigh, "ummmm I wanna watch you scream so bad princess. But… There are some other places that need filling" he smirked, slapping my ass hard then pushing my cheeks as apart as they would go "umm clean. Somebody really is horny tonight" he smirked "do we need some extra or are you dripping enough already" he smirked pulling the toy out of me a moment "not quite enough. Not yet anyway" he smirked forcing it back in it took a minute of high-tension and anticipation before he pushed the usual toy deep into me having lubed it for me and turning it on to vibrate making me grip the bed tightly "fuck you look so good princess" he growled "let's see how you do so far" he smirked and instantly the vibration began on my clit too making me scream against the gag "fuck princess… you look so fucking good when you shake and quiver like that, but we're not done yet princess" he smirked slapping my ass before he flipped me over to face him "hello princess, you enjoying it so far?" He asked and I nodded "good girl. Now master wants to watch his princess" he smirked getting something else from our box two more of the little toys he taped both vibrating parts one to each of my nipples and then the boxes to the center of my chest and with a click of the little pink remote in his hand they began on the same speed as my clit I squealed feeling it all so much sensitivity it was overwhelming "Humm relax princess. Master what's to watch at least four before we go to bed tonight. And I'm not even considering letting you out until at least two" he smirked giving my nose a kiss "so come on princess as you were so desperate. Master wants to watch you cum" he smirked turning the toys up again, and I suddenly Hit my orgasum, my toes curling my mind flooding with pleasure screaming again the gag "good girl. Fuck you look so good princess" he smirked kissing down my neck a little "umm princess your dripping already" he growled moving to lick what I dripped out "but so we don't forget" he smirked getting marker pen and drawing a talley mark on my thigh "and while I'm at it" he smirked writing his name across my stomach "there if it has my name on it. That makes it mine" he smirked, opening my legs as wide as they would go and turning the toy up again "you always squirt so much more the second time and you fidget your pretty pussy around when you're getting close come on princess master wants to see you cum again. You look so beautiful," he smirked. I knew I was close which only made him smirk more gently moving the toy inside me so he slowly fucked me with it which got me to my second "whoa! You were close. And… ummmm look how wet you are your practically dripping down your legs princess" he smirked drawing another talley on my leg "enough for now" he smirked ripping the gag away "come on, make master feel good princess. I can't watch anymore without my princess… but as I can't she your pussy" he smirked undoing his pants and stroking his erection "come suck on master cock princess. Or master raw fucks your ass" he smirked

I sat up doing my best with all the toys still going doing my best to hold my toys inside me I held the bed sheets tightly as I moved and took his whole length in my mouth *ughh fuck yeah! Ummmm that's a good little princess. Come on princess make master cum" he groans already desperate I did my best trying to be slow as I often got distracted by my own pleasure but he noticed this and turned them up as high as they would all go making me moan and scream down his cocks shaft moving harder and faster on him fuled by the building pleasure getting higher and higher and higher soon enough I would crash beyond anything else he began slightly mouth fucking me holding my hair moaning and groaning as he did 'ughh princess I'm gonna-" he gasped and just as he did I hit my own squirting down my legs the toy inside me falling onto the bed the sight and feeling got him there too spraying his seed into my mouth "UUGHH! PRINCESS!" he screamed his head thrown back in pleasure his hips moving wildly till he pulled out and smirked at me "open"he ordered so I opened my mouth letting him see what he had done to me still riding out my own especially as the toys haven't stopped "swallow" he ordered so I did as he asked it taking two tried to get it all "how does master taste princess?"

"Like marshmallows and sugar" I giggled

"Good girl" he smirked petting my hair and sitting in the bed beside me turning the remote off "I love when you're horny" he smirked kissing my head I smiled nuzzling into his neck "aww okay princess. Love you"

"Love you too" I smiled

He smirked and got his own doing another line on my leg "ohh" he smirked as he noticed the mess I made and that in my pleasure I dropped my toy "bad girl. Well you know what we have to do now princess" he smirked getting the toy and forcing it back inside me

"Ughh nigel!" I gasped as it was still vibrating

"We're gonna do it all again princess. Until you learn to follow masters rules" he smirked forcing me back down on the bed...

[fuckthesworld]

SOMETHING NEW ( DYLAN O’ BRIEN x READER )

Description: You surprise Dylan by deep throathing him for the first time  

You were ready.

Ever since you read that damn article on a Cosmopolitan magazine, ’How to deep throat your man like an expert’, you hadn’t stopped thinking about it for weeks. At first you were hesitant about it, you didn’t know if you were going to be capable of pulling it off and you certainly didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Dyl. But hell just the thought of having his dick all the way down your throat made you suffocatingly horny. It’s not like you haven’t given him a blowjob before, it’s just that it never got to the point where he literally hit the back of your throat and you really wanted to try it.

So you decided to do it.

But first, you needed to practice. Thank goodness you hadn’t thrown away that magazine that included ’five amazing tips on deep throating’. At first you felt quite ridiculous practicing to be honest, but you both always looked for new ways to spice up things in the bedroom and this was absolutely perfect for that. And since you practiced with the vibrator Dylan had gotten you for your last birthday, it really made you focus on doing this for him.

Because you wanted to deep throat your man like an expert.

And you were ready now.

The timing seemed to be perfect, Dylan would leave for about a month to do the press tour for his upcoming movie, American Assasin, and since this was your last night together you obviously wanted him to leave satisfied. Although it’s not like you guys haven’t been fucking everyday to make up for the time he would be gone, but you wanted to give him just a little bit more.

You took a shower and prepared yourself in the room you both shared while he was hanging in the living room. You finished getting in your new lingerie set you bought specially for this occasion, a gorgeous blue lace set that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Just like he liked it.

You took a deep breath as you opened the door of your room, revealing Dylan comfortably sitting on the couch wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. He was on the phone with whom you supposed was his assistant.

“Yeah yeah I’ve got everything ready” He affirmed to the person on the phone, oblivious to your figure staring at him.

You sneaked behind the couch just so that he didn’t see what you were wearing yet. You pressed your hands on his naked thick shoulders, gently massaging them to try and ease the tension, he always got nervous before press conferences. He gratefully smiled when he felt your hands relaxing him, to which he put his hand on top of yours to somehow thank you.

“Yes, I know I have to be there at 9am. I’ll be there” He affirmed once again rolling his eyes, his management team had been repeating the same thing over and over for the last few days.

“You seem a little stressed out baby” You whispered to the ear that didn’t have the phone on. His eyes widened when his assistant asked him what was that.

“N-nothing it’s just the TV” He lied and you laughed at his dumbass nature. He half turned to look at you and silently told you to stop talking.

You complied and instead of talking decided to go for his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that distracted him from the words the person was saying.

“We expect the flight to arrive at 11 am, that should give us a lot of time to oh–” He moaned just when you hit that sweet spot and instantly covered the phone with his hand when you laughed. He fake coughed to the phone before speaking again “I … I’m sorry I was saying it should give us a lot of time to arrive to the interview at 4”

You decided it was time to stop playing with him and actually get to the deal, your panties already getting wet from his little moans. You walked around the couch to sit on his lap, admiring Dyl’s face when he finally realized only a few strands of lace covered your body. My god, the things he wanted to do to you this moment. You moved your hand to his phone but didn’t take it away, you just covered it.

“Are you done with that call, baby ?” You sensually asked as his eyes trailed down your body.

He repeatedly nodded biting his bottom lip and directed himself towards the phone one last time.

“Yeah yeah yeah I’ll be there in time, see you there I got to go” He hurriedly said and hung up the phone before getting an answer, tossing it to the side. “Now is my turn darling” He smirked, this time he was the one sucking on your neck.

“Umm Dyl”

You let out the sweet whimpers your boyfriend loved to hear as you started rocking back and forth on his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hardening cock under the fabric of his sweatpants. His hands were pinching your butt as he worked his way on you, while yours traveled through his defined torso.

He abandoned your neck and began sucking on your collarbone, with a swift movement he unclasped your bra and now he played with your hard nipples in his mouth.

“You’re so damn beautiful love” He said in a husky voice, already leaving marks on your delicate chest claiming you as his.

“Oh baby, don’t stop” You pleaded running your hands through his curly hair.

The room was filled with your moans and Dyl couldn’t be more delighted. He always knew how to make you squirm under his touch, this time was no exception to the point where you almost gave in.

But you remembered your mission.

“I want to try something” You mumbled, almost whining when he separated his lips from your skin.

You took this as your chance to slide down his sweatpants along with his boxers while he lifted his butt to help you, his hard member flying up as it was liberated from the fabric. You lustfully stared at his erection already excited in anticipation.

Dyl’s eyes glistened with lust, he was always up for new things. He bit his bottom lip as you

stood up from his lap to crouch down in front of him, perfectly lining up with his – still covered – crotch.

Of course Dyl was also excited, he knew his dick was about to be in that pretty mouth of yours but damn, he didn’t know it was going to fill it to the very end. He scooted closer to the edge of the couch so you got a better grip on him and you decided to tease him a little bit first.

“Oh … fuck” He moaned, his breath hitching when you slowly started sucking the tip, tasting the few drops of pre cum on it.

You began running your tongue up and down his length before putting half of it in your mouth and began slowly sucking, pumping the other half with your hand. He let out soft whimpers as he rested his head on the back of the couch closing his eyes.

“Babe … stop teasing” He begged slurring his words, as if the teasing was actually painful to him.

You smirked when you had him right how you wanted and with no warning took your hand off to bury his entire dick in your mouth in one go, gagging just a little bit when it hit the back of your throat.

“Ohhh Y/n” Your boyfriend let out the loudest and prettiest moan you’ve ever heard when his dick traveled all the way down your throat.

He moved his head up from his previous position and stared with wide eyes at you surprised for a second, but then a look of admiration replaced it.

You kept the eye contact with him as you began full on deep throathing his cock now, moving your head up and down until his balls hit your chin, swallowing his whole length. His moans became louder with every move you made, accompanied by silent curses while his dick was throbbing in your mouth.

Dyl tried to keep looking at you, the sight was so beautiful he really tried, but the feeling of your mouth wrapping his entire length was so overwhelming that his eyes kept closing every time it touched the back of your throat.

“H-holy fuck darling” He grunted when your mouth left his member to catch your breath for a second and swallow the accumulated saliva.

“You like it baby ?”  You innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at him, knowing damn well a few seconds ago he was loving it.

He laid his back on the couch once again, but this time he was no longer begging, he was the one giving orders. He casually - not really - put his hands behind his head to support it, flexing his strong arms for you.

“You better put it back in that pretty mouth of yours now” He ordered answering indirectly your question, his husky voice making him sound so dominant.

Fuck, you were sure the carpet under your crouching body was flooded with the juices falling from your dripping pussy. The feeling of Dyl’s huge cock traveling all the way down your throat already drenched your thong.

So you obliged and once again started going down on his dick, this time putting a hand under your panties to touch yourself. Dyl couldn’t keep flexing his arms for long when he grabbed a fistful of hair and started pulling and pushing your head to make you go faster, helping you swallow his palpitating member. You started gagging a little bit but didn’t mind and kept going, as you enjoyed devouring every single inch of it.

“Mmm yes darling, please…”

His cockiness went away in a second as he became a moaning mess again, he didn’t know how much longer he could go until he drowned you in his cum. He began pushing your head harder and couldn’t help the grunts that came out his mouth.

You loved his moans and whimpers. Hell, you lived for them. But when he started grunting and growling that’s when you knew he was loosing it and was about to come.

And he knew it too.

Because god, the wet sounds your mouth kept making, your desperate hand rubbing yourself and not to mention how beautiful you looked with your mouth full of him was driving him to the edge.

He suddenly stood up from the couch as he tightened his grip on your head, and straight out started pounding into your mouth from his standing position. Your gagging sounds were music to his ears, and his loud grunts were to yours. He made a ponytail with your hair to keep your head in place as he desperately thrusted in and out of your mouth.

“Look at my girl, taking me so good” He proudly praised. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl”

With each trust his grunts became louder as he felt his orgasm build up in a way he had never experienced before, all of his senses going crazy when his dick started twitching in your mouth.

“Oh baby … I’m going to– ugh”

He couldn’t finish his sentence as he gave the last thrusts before coming in your mouth, his cum slowly filling your sore throat. Dyl tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, he came so hard he felt like he was about to black out from the overwhelming pleasure that ran through his entire body. He finally let go his grip on your hair and pulled his dick from your mouth admiring how, in your still kneeling position, you swallowed every drip of cum he gave you.

“Shit baby, that was so fucking hot” He admitted panting, his pounding heart still ringing in his ears.

You smiled as you wiped off the rests of cum that fell on your chin. He offered you a hand and you gladly took it standing up, he then backed off and threw himself on the couch taking you with him. You both laughed as you landed on top on him, your naked torsos rising up and down with your heavy breaths from your previous activity.

“I’m so glad it really payed off, I practiced a lot actually” You confessed chuckling.

You guessed it didn’t come as smooth as you thought it would when he looked at you confused and with a hint of anger he was ready to complain, but you interrupted him before he could speak.

“With the vibrator you gave me dumbass, obviously not with a man” You explained and laughed at his regretting face.

“You had me in the first half love, not gonna lie” He joined your laugh as you shook your head. “So… you practiced a lot huh?” He teasingly asked, to which you smirked.

“Well, I like to make my man happy” You seductively replied, trailing kisses down his neck once again. “And I wanted to give you something to remember while you are away”

“Oh I’m definitely going to remember that every night” He affirmed before cupping your face with his hands. “Now is my turn to make you happy darling, what do you say I put that vibrator to good use right now” He huskily suggested, feeling your dripping wet pussy on his torso.

“Sure baby, as long as you fuck me after that” You playfully whispered in his ear before gently biting it.

You let out a yelp when he quickly lifted you from the couch and stood up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs on his torso as he walked towards your bedroom.

“Oh darling I will”

He didn’t care he had to be up early tomorrow for his flight, he was going to thank his girl for being so good and fuck her until the sun came out.

MASTERLIST

#dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brian imagine #thomas tmr smut #maze runner thomas #thomas imagine #stiles stilinski #void stiles #mieczyslaw stilinski #mitch rapp #stuart twombly #stiles stilinksi x reader #dob #dylan obrien #dylan obrien imagine

[mercieshana]

What’s up, doc?

Teaser: Visiting your gynecologist suddenly turns sexual?!

Characters: You x Jungkook 

Warning: Doctor Jeon!!!! This contains just a bit of daddy kink, some fingering + oral and lots of imagination. This here is all about (Y/N)’s pleasure.

Word count: ~1.8k 

Note: If you want a pt.2 just let me know. My request box is open for a bunch of requests (Corona has given me time)!! It’s boutta be 4am, but i just whipped this up real quick, so excuse my typos! It has been a while since i last uploaded and i apologize! I am in desperate need of inspiration so hmu if you have a story idea!! Much love, enjoy and stay safe!! 

Read pt.2 here

Visits to the gynecologist were usually very unpleasant. I mean how would you feel having to sit on this weird and humiliating chair and spread your legs embarrassingly far apart to have your genitals inspected? Yeah, not great! Just the thought of having to visit the gynecologist always had you feeling uneasy and self-conscious. This time the visit was different though, as there was a young and attractive doctor that greeted you at the door, as you walked in to your appointment.

“Umm, is Mr. Kim not here?” you asked, looking around the white, sanitary doctor’s office for your usual doctor.

“Hi, you must be (Y/N)! Mr. Kim had something urgent to attend to, so he is not here at the moment. I’m filling in for him,” he explained, nervously running his large hand through his dark, shiny, and healthy-looking locks.

“O-oh, okay,” you replied nervously with your heart pounding in your chest.

“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Jeon Jungkook! Feel free to just call me Jungkook,” he shot you a smile, showing off his pearly white teeth, as he extended his right hand.

“N-nice to meet you Jungkook,” you shook his hand and realized how tiny your palm was compared to his.

“Let’s sit down in the office for a moment, so I can get to know you a bit before the checkup. I wouldn’t want you to be too uncomfortable,” the corner of his mouth turned up as he opened the door, so you could enter the office before him. The office was quite spacious and neat. White and grey were the two most dominant colors and there was a white door that lead to the inspection room which you had already been familiar with. He kindly pulled out the chair for you, allowing you to sit down with ease, while taking his own seat behind the desk.

“Alright, (Y/N)...Ah, it’s okay if I call you that isn’t it?” he asked, making sure it was alright for him to call you by your first name, even if it was already a little late for that.

“Yeah, sure,” you smiled cordially, but also nervously.

“So how’s everything?” he questioned, clicking around the computer screen with his mouse.

“Everything has been fine. I’m just here for a routine checkup,” you stated, your hands resting between your thighs. Somehow it was really hot down there and Jungkook in his sexy white coat wasn’t helping.

“Alright,” you saw his head appear from behind the monitor, “So I’m guessing you have a boyfriend. Are you on birth control?”

You chuckled. Was this his way of seeing if you had a boyfriend or was it just that he was trying to make you more comfortable before checking out your body? Well, whatever it was you found it amusing.

“Yes to the birth control,” you laughed, “and no to the boyfriend. That position is still vacant. Why? Are you interested?”

Your witty comeback surprised not only him, but also you, because your checks turned a rosy red after those few words slipped past your lips.

“Maybe,” his low voice rumbled through the room. You could feel your heart beat in your throat. His reply was so unexpected and it had you biting down on your bottom lip.

“So, (Y/N), I am assuming you are familiar with how the checkups work? I see here that you are still rather young and I just want to make sure,” he said with care.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you paused, making sure to look into his eyes, igniting some kind of fire between the two of you, “I do.”

“Okay then,” he smirked, “If you would be so kind as to follow me to the inspection room then.”

He got up and made his way towards the white door. He was tall and muscular and you could also tell he was quite cocky and full of himself, but that sort of turned you on. Jungkook watched you anxiously get up and walk into the other room, your sudden burst of courage completely disappearing as he closed the door behind you.

“(Y/N), please undress right over there and then come sit on the chair,” he pointed the corner that had a curtain hiding it, before sitting down in his chair at the other end of the room.

You entered the space and closed the curtain behind you with your heart beating like crazy. Would he notice that you were wet and he was turning you on?! Of course he would! How were you going to explain this?! Hey doc, you’re so hot I wanna sit on your face?! Fuck, (Y/N)! Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Suddenly, the red curtain opened and there he was, standing there in all his glory with a concerned look on his face.

“Are you alright? You must not have heard me calling you,” he explained as you gave him an anxious vibe.

You were tightly holding on to your dress that you had worn as it was more comfortable and simpler to get in and out of when you were visiting the gynecologist.

“(Y/N)?” he extended his strong right hand to touch your cheek, probably to make sure you weren’t feeling hot or having a fever of any sort and a slight squirm escaped your mouth. Jungkook froze for a moment and you nearly died of embarrassment! Your body temperature made you feel like you were on fire. You had never been this horny, but also scared and excited at the same time. The sound you made was still echoing in Jungkook’s mind, his hand now slipping down to your neck and then down your right arm.

“You need help undressing, don’t you, babygirl?” his sudden change of voice and character startled you, yet it excited you further.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirked while unzipping the back of your dress. His touch felt electric and gave you goosebumps.

“I’m your doctor. I’m here to check you out and make sure you’re feeling okay,” he let your dress fall to the ground and your heart was beating so hard that you thought he might be able to see it in your chest. You watched his amused face as he was admiring your body that was still partially hidden by a matching bra and panty set, but that was perfect as Jungkook enjoyed unwrapping his presents.

“Come on now, (Y/N). I have to feel your breasts to make sure that there aren’t any lumps of any kind, so be a good girl and take the bra off for daddy,” he stated dominantly and the wetness in your panty’s seemed like it had to be drenching the fabric or leaking down your legs at least. You hesitated for a moment, but ended up doing what he said. For some strange reason, you wanted him to see your boobs and you wanted to feel and experience his touch. A hungry gaze covered his face the moment you rid yourself of your bra and let it fall to the ground to meet your dress. Jungkook’s hands instinctively darted out to caress the soft skin of your breasts, drawing circles around your pink nipples with his long fingers, earning a tiny moan from you. Before you knew it his mouth engulfed your left, erect nipple, so - in his words - he could “feel for the lumps a little better” and by this time you were holding on to him for support. This doctor sure knew how to make you feel good. Your core felt like it was on fire and you pushed your legs together for some kind - any kind - of friction. It seemed like Jungkook took notice, because a moment later you were resting on the inspection chair, your legs spread embarrassingly wide apart with Jungkook’s face hovering above your core, as he toyed with your sexy panty’s. He sniffed them erotically, making you even hotter, before discarding them on the floor.

“Now, let me make sure everything is okay down there,” he announced, turning his attention back to you, and not even a second later you felt his long digit enter your tight, wet core.

“Hmmm, it’s so tight,” he bit his lip as he stared into your eyes, sending shivers of pleasure up and down your spine.

“Let me make sure everything is in order right here,” he curled his finger up and carefully massaged your g-spot, causing your fingers to dig into the material of the inspection chair, as well as forcing you to throw your head back in enjoyment with a loud moan.

“That’s the spot, huh?” he smiled deviously, as he kept massaging it to gain more and more reactions from you.

“Let me make sure it all tastes fine too,” and before you could even protest you felt his tongue licking at and circling your clit.

“Oh, Jungkook!” you whined, as he pushed another one of his digits inside of you with his tongue still going to town on your clit.

“No, call me daddy,” he growled just like a hungry beast, pushing yet a third finger into your sweet walls.

“Ah, daddy, fuck!” you whined, bucking your hips with the desire for more. Jungkook, as if he could read your mind, got up from his chair and latched his lips around your nipple, with his thumb now substituting his tongue that was on your sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers were still moving inside you. You almost couldn’t take it. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming and when Jungkook started to attack your neck and leave behind his marks in the form of tiny red bruises while muttering the dirty things he wanted to do to you in your ear, you lost it.

“Ah~!” with a loud moan you were sent over the edge, your tight pussy convulsing around Jungkook’s fingers. Beads of sweat had formed on both of your bodies and for a moment both of you were just focused on regaining your breath. After the two of you had calmed down a bit and Jungkook had removed his fingers from between your legs you noticed the angry erection that was straining against his tight, black pants. Immediately, a smile was plastered on your face and you got up from the chair to put your clothes back on. As you were sexily and seductively slipping your underwear back on, you asked Jungkook in a bent over position: “Hey doc, do you think I’m okay or is something wrong with me?”

“Hmmm, it still seems to be awfully wet down there,” his manly voice echoed through the room, “I think you need a more thorough inspection... at my house.” 

Read pt.2 here

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[marchioness-caprina]

Behind Closed Doors

Pairings : Dabi x Pro Hero Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Slight Lime, Mild Cussing.

Word Count : 1457

3rd Person's POV

Having Her Debut a few months ago y/n climbed up the popularity charts may it be based on her Beauty or her Power. She was a force to be reckoned with .

She was the Number 1 Heroine everyone praised and loved. But because of her status, people started questioning her about her personal life. And then the most searched topic was:

'Who was this mystery man H/n was Dating!? '

The media claims that a beauty like her would be impossible NOT to have a Boyfriend so Fan theories started rising that she may be Dating The Number 1 Hero Deku or Ground Zero to which she politely declined such claims but since the three are often seen hanging out or joining forces during missions it was strongly believed that she was dating one of the two.

Y/n was irritated by the new rumors and love scandals and no matter what she says the rumors never seemed to falter In fact it had the opposite effect .

Nobody knew the Little Secret y/n kept behind closed Doors.

______________________

It was early in the morning, y/n had a Day off today. A break from Hero work and all those Nasty little shits she had to do.

The curtains swayed back and forth at the gentle brush of breeze, the sun's radiant rays seeping from the curtains and onto the velvety sheets of y/n's bed where she was laid sprawled all over , her hair messy and her eyes closed shut.

But she was awake, she heard the doors creak and felt her bed sink, she felt someone hover above her frame and she knew exactly who it was when that person started tracing gentle open mouth kisses on her collarbone.

She kept her eyes closed but that didn't last long when she felt a pair of lips roughly interlock themselves with her softer and plump ones.

She tasted the familiar flavor of nicotine and burnt skin with a tinge of burning vanilla.

Her eyes shot open only to stare back at two turquoise orbs luminating with intensity and dominance. There was something else hooded behind his eyes though.

It was jealousy.

But nonetheless she kissed back, a small moan escaping her lips as her hands raked themselves through Dabi's Black hair giving it a light tug, her other hand resting on his neck as she pulled him closer.

Dabi's hands slid themselves inside her shirt, his hands were hot as he ran his rough hands up and down her curves only to squeeze them in place after awhile.

The way he held her was dominating and possessive which got the girl wondering why her burnt boyfriend was so pissed.

Using his tongue he forced it inside her mouth and began to wrestle with hers, it didn't take long for Dabi to earn dominance as his kiss turned rougher.

Y/n's legs unconsciously wrapped around his Torso as she clung onto him, as he continued to kiss the life out of her.

She heard grunts and growls from him which she replied with moans and whimpers.

Once Dabi pulled away her lips were a bit red and swollen but he kept his position, hovering above her panting as he placed his hands beside her head balancing himself.

" So... What have I done to gain the privilege of being pounced by a Big Bad Villain? ~" Y/n teased as she slightly pushed herself up giving him a small peck on his nose.

Dabi who still had his eyes glued to her soft features only snickered and he let his body fall on top of hers making the girl Yelp as she tried pushing his body off.

" Dabi you're heavy " Y/n squeaked trying as hard as she could to push him off but gave up half way and just laid back with Dabi's head on her chest.

" So what's got you so pissed off my little burnt potato? " Y/n chuckled and she felt dabi raised his head only to bury his face on her shoulder , his hand tugged on the sleeves of her shoulder pulling it down to reveal her soft and delicate skin. He began peppering her shoulder with kisses before biting down on her. Hard.

" Ah! D-Dabi what the fuck?! " Y/n hissed the moment Dabi pulled away.

" .... Why do people keep pestering you about your love life? They even had the guts to pair you with those petty Heroes Deku and Ground Zero... Why do you even keep on hanging with them hmm? Answer me doll" Dabi growled as he grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling her head back revealing her neck.

" Ugh... Dabi you're jealous aren't you? I can't help it though. Everyone kept requesting that we go together and our agencies made an agreement with that. " Y/n explained feeling her face heat up when Dabi trailed open mouthed kisses on her neck down to her cleavage.

" Can't they get the message that You're owned by the Devil himself? It's hard not to get jealous doll. Every single man wants to lay their hand on you, damn it " He cursed before biting onto her other shoulder making y/n bite back a moan.

" I'll burn the media to ashes if I have to. So they'd kindly shut the fuck up about those rumors, You're mine right? Tell me you're mine " With a growl he began to nip on her flesh, sucking and licking. Leaving love marks all over her chest and shoulder.

" I-I'm yours " Y/n breathed out an airy moan feeling herself get weaker by the minute.

" Heh, who would have thought that the number 1 heroine who can take on any villain with one hand could become this weak, this vulnerable under my touch... Just look at you so delicate... So sweet... And you're all mine " Dabi smirked grabbing her chin roughly squeezing her cheeks together as his eyes looked at hers hungrily.

She shivered feeling his other hand grip her thighs.

It would be a lie if she said she wasn't aroused.

But then Dabi stood up pulling her along with him before letting her go and Walking out of her room.

" I'm Hungry, Do you have anything to Eat? " Dabi yelled leaving the girl bewildered and confused , she stood there for a minute or two before she finally gave a reaction.

' Did he just? ---'

" Dabi You Fucking Tease! " She yelled stomping her foot downstairs only to see her half naked boyfriend rummaging through her fridge.

His shirt was off and it was a sight to see.

' if he's gonna tease me I'm gonna tease him back ' .

She slowly made her way behind Dabi only to have her arms warp around him from behind her fingers teasingly brushing against his chest and soon she traced small circles on his chest as she presses her lips on his back, leaving wet open mouthed kisses on his back. The sudden action made him shudder and it didn't help when y/n's hand brushed down his chest only to stop on his belt .

She playfully tugged his belt down as her other hand continued their playful touches on Dabi's chest.

Her Lips were everywhere around his back and everytime she kissed his back he swallowed back a groan.

His little Doll really knew how to rile him up, it didn't help when he was practically fuming with jealousy earlier . He heard about the dating rumors his little doll had with those damn Heroes and He wasted no time in barging in her house making sure that she was still His.

And feeling her shower him with affection like this reassured him greatly. But of course it wouldn't stop him from claiming his little doll again and again if he has to.

" Doll, Would You like to be my Breakfast instead~" Dabi smirked as he turned around pushing Y/n on the counter as he gripped his hand onto both of her thighs spreading her legs for him to stand in between them.

" Umm.... I was just teasing you " Y/n stated innocently but Dabi had other plans.

" Oh, you're not getting out of this that easily Doll " Dabi chuckled darkly making y/n gulp. She's done it this time.

Who knew the Pro Hero H/n had quite a Dark secret to Keep, a Dark and Seductive Secret she Hid from the world. A Dark Secret that Claimed her as His Own.

#bnha x reader #Bnha #Mha #Boku no Hero Academia #Dabi x Reader #Dabi x Y/n #Dabi Imagine #Bnha Imagine

[hollanderfangirl]

I'm Yours |Harry Holland|

A/N: my first ever smut!!!!! It's here!!! Idk how good this is lol, but Harry with his wet curls tho omfg.

Also I'm so sorry to all those of you named Courtney, y'all are lovely people I swear, I just needed a name lol.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smuttttttt, oral (f. receiving), a little bit of body insecurity, shitty beginning lol

It was just another typical Friday night. You and Harry were at the club, you had a few shots and were already feeling dizzy, as you had a lower tolerance than Harry, while he was on his third glass of beer. You swing your head along the loud music playing in the background, enjoying the moment. 

You see a girl walking towards you both and Harry seemed to recognise her.

“Hey oh my god Harry!” she says, hugging him. 

“Hey Courtney!” Harry stands and moves closer to her, completely ignoring you. Usually you never minded what girls Harry talked to or but this Courtney gave you some weird vibes, you couldn’t really put your finger on why you were feeling that way about her, your gut was just telling you that she was bad news. They chat for a while and then Harry introduces you to her.

“Oh I… hi. I never knew Harry was so versatile with his type”

“Excuse me?” you getting pissed off now, yeah what the fuck does she mean?

“Ah nothing, just that when we dated, Harry was like completely obsessed with me so I just- you know? I just thought he would date someone like me” 

“What do you mean someone like you?” you say eyeing her, you didn’t care if you were coming off as rude now, she was being mean to you. And Harry knew it. You knew that he knew it but he still didn’t say anything. 

“Well I just mean-“ 

“Umm..Courtney, y/n is tired now, she just- we’ve had a few shots, maybe we can catch up later?” Harry interrupts her and she gives him a kiss on the cheek before saying goodbye and leaving.

“What the hell was that?” your voice was surprisingly calm compared to the ranging emotions you were feeling at that moment. 

“What? She was just my friend”

“Friend? Or your fucking ex girlfriend?” 

“Oh so that’s what this is about? Yes we dated for a while but now it’s over”

“Oh really? Then why was she all over you like that? And did you even listen to what she said? What the fuck did she mean by I’m not your type?!”

“She never said you’re not my type. She just said…that she thought…I would date someone like her”

“Yeah well that’s the same thing” you get up and take your purse in your hand.

"Courtney is… it was no use talking against her. I know she would never change, I didn't want to create a scene. That was the reason we broke up, you know"

“Whatever I’m going, I don’t feel like staying here anymore” 

"Where are you going?"  

"To die!" you were more than angry now, you never felt this way but there was just something about Harry’s attitude tonight that made you mad. 

"Well how are you planning....on dying?" 

"By jumping into the river Thames! God dammit Harry!" 

"Y/n wait," He holds your hand and looks at your eyes. He looked concerned, he loved you and cared about you a lot. You knew that. But the thing that pissed you off the most was that he didn’t even say anything. He was just standing there while his ex girlfriend insulted you.

"Just go tomorrow. You know the water is cold at night" 

"Ugh you!" you detach yourself from him and start to walk away. 

"Wait wait wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, y/n," He laughs. "Come here" 

He pulls you closer into a hug but you push him away. He doesn’t follow you outside and honestly you don’t even care. You call an uber and head home. You think about all the times you had with Harry. You knew he loved you. But did he? Did he really think that you were not his type? You weren’t feeling sad or angry anymore. It was just like a weird feeling you couldn’t explain. 

When you reach home, you head straight for the shower. You stand in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom and look at yourself. You were not really insecure about your body usually but today was just one of those days when you were feeling down. You take your dress off, followed by your bra and panties and examine your body. You knew that you were beautiful, that your body was beautiful. But still you were not able to convince yourself at this exact moment.  

You step in the shower, and close your eyes, feeling the warmth of the water hitting your skin. Your thoughts were still on you and Harry, you wondered if he went back to Courtney after you left.  

You hear the door open and you know it's Harry. You hear footsteps all the way up the stairs and the bathroom door unlocking. He strips before pushing the shower curtain away and stands behind you. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't do anything. He's just standing there. You feel his hot breath on your shoulder and his cheek against your wet hair. He's just leaning onto you silently, with water pouring onto you both. Your heart beats faster and you're breathing heavily, furrowing your eyebrows as you feel his weight on your back. 

You both feel the tension in the air, you're trying so hard, not to turn around and just give in to him. With your naked bodies pressed together, the intimacy in this moment was more than anything. His ex girlfriend and the club seemed like distant memories now, you just wanted to be one with him now. 

"Baby... " he whispers in your ear. "Come on.. I'm sorry" he holds your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. his voice was so low, as if he didn't want to ruin the silence. You notice the slow noise of water hitting the tiles of the bathroom and the water from the shower wasn't the only thing making you wet. 

You slowly turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, you are breathing each other’s breaths and your lips are just inches apart. You are shaking and feel the goosebumps on your arms, as he puts his calloused hands on your waist, drawing small circles on the curves of your hips.

You try to avoid his eyes when you look up at him and put your lips on his. You taste the beer from before and his breath is warm. He traces your lower lip with his and smoothly smacks against yours. He grabs your ass and pulls you closer, kissing you harder, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You put your hand on his chest, moaning into the kiss. 

He picks you up and takes you to your shared bedroom, gently putting you down on the bed. He kisses along the curve of your neck, slowly sucking the skin and amorously brushing his face on your cheek. You feel his soaking hair on your neck, it was a little colder now, with the lack of warm water from the shower. But both of your bodies rubbing together produced a gentle heat, giving you comfort. 

He massages your tits slowly, giving them hot kisses all over and he moves all the way down to your stomach, leaving marks all over your body. 

He sits down on his knees between your legs as you clench around nothing, longing for him. He moves closer to your wet heat and hums against it, you bring in your legs closer and try to scoot away, an involuntary reaction, but Harry pulls you towards himself and prys your legs open and slowly licks a swipe up your folds. 

You arch your back, savouring this moment, he grinds onto you further and you feel yourself practically drip into his mouth.

You see his wet curls between your thighs and feel water dripping down and soaking onto the mattress below you. He flicks your clit with his tongue and sucks it harshly, you try to bite back a moan and he pushes his tongue into your pussy. "Come on baby...I- I wanna hear my name on that pretty mouth," he purrs. 

"Ahh.. Harry… need- I need you, Harry" you sounded so desperate but that's what you needed. You needed him. You wanted him.

He removes himself from you and you whine at the sudden lack of contact, he smirks at you in the dim light of the bedroom, with your wetness drooling from his chin. 

Without wasting any time he gets on top of you and starts sucking your sweet spot again. 

You thought he would tease you, make you beg for him like he always did. But he knew what you were feeling. He wanted to make you feel good tonight. He wanted to make you feel loved tonight.

He enters you, slowly and steadily, filling out every crevice of you, reaching out to a dept no one ever has. He thrusts forward, and small bursts of pleasure erupts inside you. When you moan louder, he pounds into you harder, groaning above you. "Ahh fuck…. y/n...fucking...hell" 

The room is filled with both of your loud moans, it's just you and him in this moment, nobody else. Nobody. You were his and he was yours. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, with his chest was pressed against yours. You felt so safe in his arms, like you were the last two people left on earth. You just wanted to stop time and be with him like this, forever and ever.

He looks straight into your eyes as you feel yourself release, sweat and water dripping from his forehead and hair. It wasn't long before he comes with a loud grunt. He keeps his pace for a few more seconds, letting you both ride out your high. 

He pulls out of you and lays down panting, beside you. 

"I'm yours, okay?" his breathing was still heavy. "Only yours" 

"I know that," you smile and peck his lips. "You're only and only mine, baby boy" 

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[starktonyx]

Something new (Tom Holland x reader) - smut!

Word count: 2.3k

Description: You surprise Tom by deep throathing him for the first time.

Warnings: language, oral sex (obv), minimal gagging and a little bit of dirty talk.

Note: This is my first time writing smut for Tom and I got so inspired that I think I need some holy water after this lmao. Anyway hope you enjoy!

Masterlist 

You were ready.

Ever since you read that damn article on a Cosmopolitan magazine, 'How to deep throat your man like an expert', you hadn't stopped thinking about it for weeks. At first you were hesitant about it, you didn't know if you were going to be capable of pulling it off and you certainly didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of Tom. But hell, Tom, just the thought of having his dick all the way down your throat made you suffocatingly horny. It's not like you haven't given him a blowjob before, it's just that it never got to the point where he literally hit the back of your throat and you really wanted to try it.

So you decided to do it.

But first, you needed to practice. Thank goodness you hadn't thrown away that magazine that included 'five amazing tips on deep throating'. At first you felt quite ridiculous practicing to be honest, but you both always looked for new ways to spice up things in the bedroom and this was absolutely perfect for that. And since you practiced with the vibrator Tom had gotten you for your last birthday, it really made you focus on doing this for him.

Because you wanted to deep throat your man like an expert.

And you were ready now.

The timing seemed to be perfect, Tom would leave for about a month to do the press tour for his upcoming spiderman movie, Far From Home, and since this was your last night together you obviously wanted him to leave satisfied. Although it's not like you guys haven't been fucking everyday to make up for the time he would be gone, but you wanted to give him just a little bit more.

You took a shower and prepared yourself in the room you both shared while he was hanging in the living room. You finished getting in your new lingerie set you bought specially for this occasion, a gorgeous red lace set that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Just like he liked it.

You took a deep breath as you opened the door of your room, revealing Tom comfortably sitting on the couch wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. He was on the phone with whom you supposed was his assistant.

"Yeah yeah I've got everything ready" He affirmed to the person on the phone, oblivious to your figure staring at him.

You sneaked behind the couch just so that he didn't see what you were wearing yet. You pressed your hands on his naked thick shoulders, gently massaging them to try and ease the tension, he always got nervous before press conferences. He gratefully smiled when he felt your hands relaxing him, to which he put his hand on top of yours to somehow thank you.

"Yes, I know I have to be there at 6am. I'll be there" He affirmed once again rolling his eyes, his management team had been repeating the same thing over and over for the last few days.

"You seem a little stressed out baby" You whispered to the ear that didn't have the phone on. His eyes widened when his assistant asked him what was that.

"N-nothing it's just the TV" He lied and you laughed at his dumbass nature. He half turned to look at you and silently told you to stop talking.

You complied and instead of talking decided to go for his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that distracted him from the words the person was saying.

"We expect the flight to arrive at 9 am, that should give us a lot of time to oh–" He moaned just when you hit that sweet spot and instantly covered the phone with his hand when you laughed. He fake coughed to the phone before speaking again "I ... I'm sorry I was saying it should give us a lot of time to arrive to the interview at 12"

You decided it was time to stop playing with him and actually get to the deal, your panties already getting wet from his little moans. You walked around the couch to sit on his lap, admiring Tom's face when he finally realized only a few strands of lace covered your body. My god, the things he wanted to do to you this moment. You moved your hand to his phone but didn't take it away, you just covered it.

"Are you done with that call, baby boy?" You sensually asked as his eyes trailed down your body.

He repeatedly nodded biting his bottom lip and directed himself towards the phone one last time.

"Yeah yeah yeah I'll be there in time, see you there I got to go" He hurriedly said and hung up the phone before getting an answer, tossing it to the side. "Now is my turn darling" He smirked, this time he was the one sucking on your neck.

"Umm Tommy"

You let out the sweet whimpers your boyfriend loved to hear as you started rocking back and forth on his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hardening cock under the fabric of his sweatpants. His hands were pinching your butt as he worked his way on you, while yours traveled through his defined torso.

He abandoned your neck and began sucking on your collarbone, with a swift movement he unclasped your bra and now he played with your hard nipples in his mouth.

"You're so damn beautiful love" He said in a husky voice, already leaving marks on your delicate chest claiming you as his.

"Oh baby, don't stop" You pleaded running your hands through his curly hair.

The room was filled with your moans and Tom couldn't be more delighted. He always knew how to make you squirm under his touch, this time was no exception to the point where you almost gave in.

But you remembered your mission.

"I want to try something" You mumbled, almost whining when he separated his lips from your skin.

Tom's eyes glistened with lust, he was always up for new things. He bit his bottom lip as you stood up from his lap to crouch down in front of him, perfectly lining up with his – still covered – crotch.

You took this as your chance to slide down his sweatpants along with his boxers while he lifted his butt to help you, his hard member flying up as it was liberated from the fabric. You lustfully stared at his erection already excited in anticipation.

Of course Tom was also excited, he knew his dick was about to be in that pretty mouth of yours but damn, he didn't know it was going to fill it to the very end. He scooted closer to the edge of the couch so you got a better grip on him and you decided to tease him a little bit first.

"Oh ... fuck" He moaned, his breath hitching when you slowly started sucking the tip, tasting the few drops of pre cum on it.

You began running your tongue up and down his length before putting half of it in your mouth and began slowly sucking, pumping the other half with your hand. He let out soft whimpers as he rested his head on the back of the couch closing his eyes.

"Babe ... stop teasing" He begged slurring his words, as if the teasing was actually painful to him.

You smirked when you had him right how you wanted and with no warning took your hand off to bury his entire dick in your mouth in one go, gagging just a little bit when it hit the back of your throat.

"Ohhh Y/n" Your boyfriend let out the loudest and prettiest moan you've ever heard when his dick traveled all the way down your throat.

He moved his head up from his previous position and stared with wide eyes at you surprised for a second, but then a look of admiration replaced it.

You kept the eye contact with him as you began full on deep throathing his cock now, moving your head up and down until his balls hit your chin, swallowing his whole length. His moans became louder with every move you made, accompanied by silent curses while his dick was throbbing in your mouth.

Tom tried to keep looking at you, the sight was so beautiful he really tried, but the feeling of your mouth wrapping his entire length was so overwhelming that his eyes kept closing every time it touched the back of your throat.

"H-holy fuck darling" He grunted when your mouth left his member to catch your breath for a second and swallow the accumulated saliva.

"You like it baby boy?"  You innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at him, knowing damn well a few seconds ago he was loving it.

"You better put it back in that pretty mouth of yours now" He ordered answering indirectly your question, his english accent making him sound so dominant.

He laid his back on the couch once again, but this time he was no longer begging, he was the one giving orders. He casually - not really - put his hands behind his head to support it, flexing his strong arms for you.

Fuck, you were sure the carpet under your crouching body was flooded with the juices falling from your dripping pussy. The feeling of Tom's huge cock traveling all the way down your throat already drenched your thong.

So you obliged and once again started going down on his dick, this time putting a hand under your panties to touch yourself. Tom couldn't keep flexing his arms for long when he grabbed a fistful of hair and started pulling and pushing your head to make you go faster, helping you swallow his palpitating member. You started gagging a little bit but didn't mind and kept going, as you enjoyed devouring every single inch of it.

"Mmm yes darling, please..."

His cockiness went away in a second as he became a moaning mess again, he didn't know how much longer he could go until he drowned you in his cum. He began pushing your head harder and couldn't help the grunts that came out his mouth.

You loved his moans and whimpers. Hell, you lived for them. But when he started grunting and growling that's when you knew he was loosing it and was about to come.

And he knew it too.

Because god, the wet sounds your mouth kept making, your desperate hand rubbing yourself and not to mention how beautiful you looked with your mouth full of him was driving him to the edge.

He suddenly stood up from the couch as he tightened his grip on your head, and straight out started pounding into your mouth from his standing position. Your gagging sounds were music to his ears, and his loud grunts were to yours. He made a ponytail with your hair to keep your head in place as he desperately thrusted in and out of your mouth.

"Look at my girl, taking me so good" He proudly praised. "Fuck, you're such a good girl"

With each trust his grunts became louder as he felt his orgasm build up in a way he had never experienced before, all of his senses going crazy when his dick started twitching in your mouth.

"Oh baby ... I'm going to– ugh"

He couldn't finish his sentence as he gave the last thrusts before coming in your mouth, his cum slowly filling your sore throat. Tom tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, he came so hard he felt like he was about to black out from the overwhelming pleasure that ran through his entire body. He finally let go his grip on your hair and pulled his dick from your mouth admiring how, in your still kneeling position, you swallowed every drip of cum he gave you.

"Shit baby, that was so fucking hot" He admitted panting, his pounding heart still ringing in his ears.

You smiled as you wiped off the rests of cum that fell on your chin. He offered you a hand and you gladly took it standing up, he then backed off and threw himself on the couch taking you with him. You both laughed as you landed on top on him, your naked torsos rising up and down with your heavy breaths from your previous activity.

"I'm so glad it really payed off, I practiced a lot actually" You confessed chuckling.

You guessed it didn't come as smooth as you thought it would when he looked at you confused and with a hint of anger he was ready to complain, but you interrupted him before he could speak.

"With the vibrator you gave me dumbass, obviously not with a man" You explained and laughed at his regretting face.

"You had me in the first half love, not gonna lie" He joined your laugh as you shook your head. "So... you practiced a lot huh?" He teasingly asked, to which you smirked.

"Well, I like to make my boy happy" You seductively replied, trailing kisses down his neck once again. "And I wanted to give you something to remember while you are away"

"Oh I'm definitely going to remember that every night" He affirmed before cupping your face with his hands. "Now is my turn to make you happy darling, what do you say I put that vibrator to good use right now" He huskily suggested, feeling your dripping wet pussy on his torso.

"Sure baby boy, as long as you fuck me after that" You playfully whispered in his ear before gently biting it.

You let out a yelp when he quickly lifted you from the couch and stood up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs on his torso as he walked towards your bedroom.

"Oh darling I will"

He didn't care he had to be up early tomorrow for his flight, he was going to thank his girl for being so good and fuck her until the sun came out.

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