#vladimir x eloise

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Dusters & Diamonds {2}

Dimitri Belikov x fem!Badica!reader Summary: You cross paths with Dimitri for the first time since losing Ivan. Warnings: alcohol WC: 3k

Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Ten Years Later - St Vladimir’s Province The Royal Oak became claustrophobic as more Moroi poured into the bar and you could hardly move on the dancefloor with the bodies pressed so close to you. Downing the shot in your hand, you revelled in the burn of the strong liquor before shoving your way through the crowd and out into the searingly bright daylight. 

You hissed as the sunlight immediately began to heat your skin and stumbled towards the shadows offered across the street where you cowered, hoping a taxi would pass by to take you home. 

“Bad-bad-Badica, Cinderella forgot her crown,” Ronny Lazar sang as he swept from the bar in search of you, the diamond and emerald encrusted tiara you had been wearing hanging from his wrist as he twirled it around. 

“Cinderella lost a shoe, Ronald,” you correct with a roll of your eyes as you took it from him and placed it back on your head. Anthony would not be pleased if you lost the heirloom in a drunken haze, not even if it was for your birthday. 

“Eh, same thing.” He huddled into the shade beside you and pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, slipping the designer piece over his eyes. “Human fairytales are so boring, could they really not come up with something more creative?”

You stole the sunglasses off him before moaning as they immediately eased the irritation in your eyes. “They did, but it was too close to the truth that we had to erase it.”

“I did not come out here for a history lesson,” Ronny groaned. “Come have another drink, it’s not even noon.”

You gave him a push back into the sunlight so he would cross the street without you. “Not tonight, but you have fun.”

Knowing the heat would only grow more intense while your shadow space decreased, you began to make your way through the cobblestone streets and back to the townhouse that had been left to you with your inheritance. Every few blocks you passed a group of partiers club jumping from one to another and you listened to their laughter and songs as they clung to one another. 

You wanted to be able to sing and laugh too, but it felt wrong.

Thoughts tangled in your head as you walked along that you didn’t notice the doors to The Wee Hours, a dhampir club, open suddenly. You jerked back to avoid a painful injury but the quick movement sent the tiara tumbling from your head and slamming to the pavement. 

“Fuck,” you swore as you awkwardly bent down in your little black dress and high heels, trying to pick up the small diamonds that had broken free from their settings.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice asked, only it had grown deeper over the years, and you peered up the tall length of the body before you. 

You bolted upright as you realised it really was Dimitri and you automatically searched around him for Ivan, only to remember you would never see him again. Your face fell at the empty street and you saw the same pain reflected in Dimitri’s eyes as he buried his hands in the deep pockets of a long black duster he wore over black jeans and a black t-shirt.

His hair had been cut shorter than it used to be, no longer reaching his shoulders, and he looked exhausted beneath the five o’clock shadow along his jaw that had sharpened with adulthood. There was no sign of the boyish features he had once had.

“I haven’t seen you since…” his words drifted off as neither one of you wanted to hear the words. Ivan’s funeral.

“Yeah, well, not much reason for me to visit St Constantine’s anymore, Guardian Belikov,” you muttered as you fingered the diamonds in your palm to keep your hands busy. “Have you seen Eloise and Alexei?”

Dimitri smiled a little at the mention of Ivan’s son but shook his head. “They moved to a commune and I got assigned here, to Princess Vasilisa Dragomir.”

“A commune?” you frowned. “She was married to a royal, she should be in a province.”

Dimitri’s lips pressed together and he ran a hand through his hair before rolling his eyes at you. “Don’t be naive, Y/N, she’s still a young and healthy dhampir. The moment she refused to hand Alexei over to the academy and become a Guardian, they sent her to the communes as punishment.”

You immediately shook your head, hoping there had been a mistake, but after the strigoi attack at St Jude’s Academy you had seen the politics turn nasty despite trying to avoid it completely. The council was beginning to pressure more dhampirs into becoming Guardians, something Ivan had been passionate about stopping. 

“The communes are for bloodwhores and breeders, why didn’t she just do what they wanted?”

Dimitri’s nose wrinkled in disgust and you found yourself 16 years old and back at the Academy on the receiving end of that disappointed look. “My mother and sisters live in the communes.”

“I didn’t know that,” you said as you dropped your gaze and ran your hands along your bare arms as they burned in the sun.

“The communes are for dhampirs who want to raise their own children, be a family. They should have a choice, and that’s what Eloise chose.” His voice had softened and the sun was suddenly gone from your skin as he laid his duster over your shoulder. 

“You should visit them,” you said as you pulled the jacket closer and inhaled the rich scent that clung to the leather. 

The corners of his lips turned down and it was his turn to look at his boots. “The last time I took leave…it didn’t end well.”

You flinched as you remembered the nasty words you had spewed at him when you found out Ivan had died. Dimitri was one of the best guardians around and you had told him that Ivan died because he wasn’t there. It was no wonder he thought you were a terrible person, you were. 

“If it’s because of what I said, I’m so sorry, Dimitri. I was hurt and angry, but that’s no excuse for being a horrible person,” you said wholeheartedly, surprising him as he looked up from his combat boots in shock. 

“I don’t think I have ever heard you apologise for anything,” he admitted with a crease forming between his brows.

“I’m trying this new thing, you know, like not being a ‘psychotic bitch’.”

His lips tipped up with an amused smile and he tilted his head to the sun, enjoying its warmth like only a dhampir could. You hadn’t realised there were hints of auburn in his hair when the sun hit it right but then again you never really saw him in the midday sun or spent long enough around each other even when Ivan visited. You thought he was too serious and he thought you were spoiled. 

“I never called you a bitch,” he corrected before looking down the empty street. “I think all the taxis are busy with the celebration, you’ll be waiting all day at this rate.” He looked at your short dress again, his eyes lingering on the line of your legs before they disappeared beneath the material that clung like a second skin and he cleared his throat, forcing himself to look in your eyes as he realised where you were. “Why aren’t you with the royals?”

The tiara in your hands shimmered as you shifted on your feet, the heels not comfortable for walking any distance in. “That’s not really my scene anymore,” you confessed as you chewed on your bottom lip, your fangs peeking out. “I made my escape as soon as I could, not that anyone noticed.”

“Where are your Guardians?” 

You laughed at the question before realising he was serious and the humour died out as you placed the broken tiara back on your head. “The council has a very good memory and the consequences of my youth still shadow me now. They consider me a low priority and that’s fine by me.” Elemental magic danced around the tiara until you wore a crown of flame and shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “I have my own protection.”

“Tasha mentioned training with someone when she visited in the fall, you could get in a lot of trouble for that.”

You winched at the thought of Tasha and the scars she now held after her sister turned strigoi and attacked her. “She was always pestering me to teach her but I was so self-absorbed I didn’t even try. Maybe if I had, then she wouldn’t be…” your words died off with a sigh.

Dimitri stepped closer and you had to tip your head back to hold his intense eye contact. Ten years had seen him grow broad shouldered and strong, and even by Moroi standards he was tall as he towered over you in your heels. “Can you please put the fire out?”

You smothered the flames and his biceps tensed against the cuffs of his t-shirt before he reached out and enveloped you in a hug. You froze at the foreign feeling. No one but Ivan hugged you and you had been perfectly fine with that. But now, a heat filled your chest as you inhaled the cologne on his skin and after a moment you relaxed into the embrace.

“It’s not your fault,” he said as he ran his palm in soothing circles across your back. “It was the strigoi who attacked.” The way he said it made you wonder how many times he had told himself that after Ivan was killed.

“Why are you being so nice? I thought you hated me,” you murmured as the touch of his hands lingered long after he pulled away. “You should hate me.”

“I did, for a long time,” he said reluctantly.

“But you don’t now?”

He laughed softly and shook his head. “No, I don’t hate you. Ivan talked about you all the time, about how you were before your parents died. I guess I can kind of see it now. You can be…soft.”

“He never did know when to keep his thoughts to himself,” you said with a sigh. “Shame he never got to see this miracle. I’m not sure he would actually believe it, I’m not sure I believe it.”

Dimitri gave a wide toothy grin that muddled your thoughts and you licked your suddenly dry lips. Those amber eyes of his followed your tongue and your breath hitched as his pupils blew out to chase away the colour you had grown fond of looking at.

The liquid courage lacing your blood had you step closer as his hands reached for you, pulling you flush against him before curling around your waist to hold you as his lips brushed softly against yours.

There was such restraint to his touch, like he was worried you would break or perhaps that you would change your mind. Restraint was not what you needed. You moaned against his lips and buried your hands in his hair, tugging the longer strands at the top in an attempt to spur him on.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought you would ever kiss Dimitri but now that you had tasted his lips you wanted more.

His hands trailed down your back and over the curve of your hip before he froze and pulled away. There was a hungry look in his eyes and his lips were swollen as you imagined yours were but he put distance between you anyway.

“It’s uh getting late,” he muttered uncomfortably as he looked at the sun creating the sky.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” you apologised as your face heated and you looked at the ground. “Probably made you hate me again.”

“Hey,” he interrupted the internal scolding you were giving yourself as he tipped you head back with the tip of his finger. “I was just surprised, but I wouldn’t have kissed you back if I hated you.”

His smile was teasing and you realised he wasn’t as stiff and serious as he had been in school, like he had grown comfortable in his own body and knew just how good looking it was too.

“Is that what that was?” you teased back. “I’ve forgotten already, maybe you should remind me how it went.”

Dimitri’s smirk grew and he traced the line of your jaw with his warm fingers before he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding you in place as he lowered his head to yours. “I like this new you, princess.”

“Don’t call me-” He cut you off as he crushed his lips to yours, the taste of liquor on his tongue that fought for dominance while he backed you further into the shadows until your back pressed against the wall. You broke away breathless and the stubble of his beard burned your neck as kissed his way over your racing pulse. “Princess.”

“If the crown fits,” he murmured against your skin before pulling away as the doors crashed open again.

The dhampirs nodded their heads respectfully at Dimitri as they stumbled past, ignoring you completely not that it was a surprise. Most of the royals held themselves in a higher regard over the non-royal Moroi and dhampirs, and when you were younger and immature you were centred firmly in that lot too. It didn’t matter how much you had changed personally, you were still a royal and that was all you would be seen as.

Straightening up, you started to pull Dimitri’s duster off but he caught it and covered your shoulders once more. “You’ll get burned.”

“I don’t live that far from here and I know how attached you are to this.” Ivan had given it to Dimitri as a graduation gift, the day they found out they were assigned together.

“Then at least let me walk you home.”

Walking through the streets with Dimitri at your side was a stark contrast to the last time he had been here. Less than a year ago it had been Ivan walking along with you, telling you how Eloise’s pregnancy was progressing and the work he was doing to get the dhampir more rights. Dimitri had kept well away, taking the far guard position.

“I never thanked you, for protecting Ivan all those years,” you said, breaking the comfortable quiet of the vampiric night.

“He was a good friend and a better Moroi so it wasn’t duty or obligation that made me want to be his Guardian. That probably doesn’t even make sense,” he said as his cheeks flushed.

“I get it,” you reassured him with a hand on his arm, the muscles beneath your palm flexing at the touch. “Damien, uh, Guardian Blake, used to say that too. It was family.”

Damien was one of your parents’ Guardians and a constant presence in your life from the moment you were born. He had died defending them but his sacrifice was fruitless in the end as the strigoi killed your parents after he fell.

“You cared about him,” Dimitri confirmed quietly. “We figured you just hated all of us at the Academy.”

You tipped your head back and laughed before covering your face with an embarrassed groan. “God, I was an idiot. I foolishly thought if I didn’t care about anyone else then I wouldn’t get hurt again.”

“You were young and lost the people you loved most, I think you can be forgiven,” Dimitri stated seriously as he pulled your hands away from your face.

“You have to say that, you go to church every week.”

“You could always come and repent too,” he said, a smile teasing at his lips when he saw your nose scrunch at the offer.

“No thanks.” You gave an adamant shake of your head and rubbed at the skin on top of your hand though the wounds had long since healed. “The High Priestess has it out for me. What I don’t understand about all that stuff, is if God gave me this gift,” you said as you cradled a small flame in your palm before extinguishing it with a closed fist, “why do I get punished for using it?”

Dimitri looked afar as he pondered the question before shrugging. “Come on Sunday and ask her yourself.”

“I already asked her,” you scoffed. “Do you know what her response was? She burned an Old Moroi compulsion ward onto my hands that stopped me from using my magic until it healed.”

“That’s…does the Council know about this?” he asked with a commanding tone you hadn’t heard from him before.

“I don’t know, but I’m not the only one she’s punished. Just a few weeks ago I saw Victor Dashkov’s daughter with the same burns after she attacked a royal.”

“Mia defended a dhampir that was being threatened,” Dimitri said with a side glance as he began to walk once again.

“Attacking a royal is still treason no matter how noble the reason, even if they deserved it.” You had no doubt the second cousin of Ivan needed a good throttling but it wasn’t worth being exiled over or executed. The few interactions you had with Jesse Zeklos at royal functions always left a sour taste in your mouth and the urge to scrub every inch of skin he hungrily leered at. “But I am glad she didn’t get a more severe punishment.”

He seemed surprised by the admission and you wished he wasn’t. It made you feel like a monster.

Moving to St Vladimir’s was exactly what you had needed at that point in your life ten years ago. It had taken a few more years of maturing before you made use of the fresh start but finally you began to be someone you could actually look at in the mirror.

The ghost of your past self still haunted you, especially when ex-students of St Constantine’s Academy came to the province and avoided you. Just like it was haunting you now with that look of disbelief on his face.

You were going to show Dimitri how much you had changed.

#vampire academy fanfiction #dimitri belikov x reader #dimitri belikov #dimitri belikov x you #dimitri belikov fanfic

[urlocalbunny]

.bondage - vladimir.

Vladimir was looking. His eyes almost wouldn't budge, yet the questions were aching on his head. Eloise was sitting on top of a big rock, feet rocking back and forth. The girl had some wildflowers on her hands, and she was tangling them around. Ethan was sitting a little further on the floor, not too close to her. They both agreed that they could use some alone time since they became a couple, and Eloise would usually hang out with some of the other boys. She was even making the doctor warm up! He said he found her tolerable, so he called her to fetch some herbs with him. However, what Eloise liked the most was to do some crafting. She always came up with something. Once, she even braided Beliath's hair. He was envious. He was still dumb, of course, but he looked stunning. That was the beginning of the inner doubts his head was creating.

Vladimir found something strange sitting on her bed when she'd asked for a "sheet on top of the bed" for a paper lantern she made for her balcony, and he got the wrong one. It was simple to understand what he saw in the paper, yet he felt the shock and embarrassment creep, making him sit on the bed. When she called, he put it in his pocket and grabbed the right one, rushing outside.

He knew he should just read because, for some reason, he could never lie to her, and she didn't like him sitting idly to give her space. But she was just so cute, and now that he saw the paper, he couldn't stop watching her. He let air slip through his nose in amusement as she walked up to Ethan, who was watching the moon, the little happy bounce on her step he'd grown used to making his smile grow faintly. Ethan facepalms when she puts the flower crown on his head and starts jumping around, making him snort. A noise of someone clearing their throat, however, pulled him out of the funny scene.

"I am sorry. Did I bother you?" Raphael giggles at his question.

"Worry not. I can sense your happiness. It does not match the book you said you were reading just now. Perhaps, you are engrossed in yet another story?"

"I don't like your good perception sometimes." Another small giggle from his friend.

"It does not take much thinking to see your heart. I have never seen anyone on this manor sitting on the desk to look at the window."

Vladimir jumped down, shock written across his face. Raphael laughed this time, going back to his book. He left, saying he wouldn't be able to read. Holding his hot and most likely red cheeks, he stepped up the stairs to his room, not caring about his cane he left on the chair.

He sat on the bed, face flushed. He got rid of the coat and sat there thinking about Eloise. His face was red when he looked at a mirror. Soon enough, she seemed to be looking for him. He could hear the pitter-patter of the shoes, her labored breath, the way her eyes looked for him on the way. Maybe he was overthinking. Eloise was too sweet to do something like this. But maybe? No, just wishful thinking.

"Vlad!" She swung the door open, walking comically with her arms folded in front of her to show strength. He already knew she was going to make one of her "married man" jokes. "Where's my dinner, woman?!"

"Can you not knock?" He asked, smiling at her. She shrugged and closed the door, sitting close to him. "So rude..." He caressed her head with the tips of his fingers, inspecting her hair. When she stared, he averted his gaze, smiling to himself. She giggled, arms circling his neck and smelling his perfume.

"You smell good."

"S-stop."

"What is it, baby? Don't like it when I compliment you?"

Ah, there she went, making his legs squirm together again. He had this weak spot for her touch and the things she said.

"I like it. But now I want you to pay attention to what I'm going to ask."

His teeth grazed on her earlobe, biting not long after. Vladimir whispered in her ear, then.

"I want to play with you a little. Consider this a little crafting that I need your help to make. Can I, baby?"

Eloise blinked at his word usage, the pet name lingering in her head.

"I got it from you. So?"

"Yes, of course! I love crafting! What are we going to do? A portrait? Maybe embroidery?"

"Hmm, not quite." The blonde rummaged through the drawers, pulling a big, red rope and a piece of paper. "Let's see... Can you tell me what this is?"

"What is it?" She extended her hands, but Vladimir swiped his own away, showing her the paper instead. Eloise gasped, looked at the sheet, and then him frantically, then she covered her now red face. "How did you find this?!"

"You told me to get paper, but this was on top of what I needed to see... Did you plan this?"

"No! Give that back!"

"Alright." he put the sheet in her hand, "But you could tell me what this is about."

"Hmmm, I like bondage, okay?!" He put a hand on his lips to keep them closed. "And um- I might train on myself because I don't have anyone to do it for me! Is there a problem with that, huh?!"

He chuckled darkly, looming over her smaller figure. "No problem at all, love."

"I know that nickname... Tell me, do you-"

"Like what I hear? Very, very much. It took you long enough to notice what I want. Now stop wasting time and take your clothes off.

"Yes, sir." She started to strip, tossing her dress and lingerie on the bed. Vladimir looked at the paper, then began his task. She was quiet when he tied her hands and made quick work of her wrists and arms. His silence was driving her crazy. She wanted to pounce on him, but at the same time, the excitement of finally having someone tying her up was making her buzz, so she stood still. His hands traveled around, squeezing her hips and pressing a kiss against her lips.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, sir."

"That is a good pet."

He began to touch her chest, ropes squeezing and settling against her skin, not too much, but not loose either. Her eyes watched him, looking down before he met her gaze. Her boobs popped out, nipples hardening under his not so subtle and unnecessary kneading. Eloise began rubbing her thighs, letting small moans leave her mouth. Vladimir kept working through, securing the ropes on her waist and hips, then passing them through her legs, around her womanhood. He tied the final knot, looking at her form.

"Sir. It's fine already. Can you untie me?"

"Why should I?" He snorted.

"I want to touch you... Please."

"I fear this won't happen, love. Go. Sit on the desk."

Her feet padded on the floor when she sat on the empty top. Vladimir sighed, opening her legs and watching her face intensely.

"Now, stay with your knees in the corner, and don't you dare move." He tied her calves to the table legs. Eloise was motionless, legs open. His eyes watched her figure between the red ropes. Her legs were shaking slightly, her folds wet, but what mattered was her embarrassed face.

"Do you feel bad now?"

"Um- I..."

"Can't even cover your face... My poor Eloise." She whimpered, shaking herself. "Want me to make you feel good?" She nodded fervently, wiggling her hips ever so slightly. He stepped closer to her, placing himself between her legs. She whimpered a plea, but he just ignored her, unbuttoning his shirt and letting his hair down. She sighed, grinding her core against the table. "Don't you dare keep going, or I'm pulling the whip out. Do you want that?" She stopped, startled.

"No, Sir. Please fuck me. I'll be good."

His cock throbbed. Did Eloise like fucking him this much that she stopped being so bubbly at the smallest threat?

Oh, was he going to give her what she wanted. He sprung free of his pants, reaching for her clit.

"No, sir!" She cried out. "please, do it raw. I'm begging. It hurts."

He couldn't even think for himself before his cock was buried deep within her dripping pussy. Her cry of victory made him begin thrusting fast, feeling how she clamped around him. Her eyes rolled back, tits bouncing between the ropes. His hand shot up, pinching her nipple. She tried her best to wiggle her hips to no use, but her filthy mouth made him snap his hips against her further.

"Yes, sir, please use me!" Her eyes rolled back, red in the face and neck. Vladimir moaned, feeling his neglected dick throbbing inside her. She was so soft, squeezed him so good. He couldn't stop even after he felt the spurts coating her insides. She was curling her toes, and the desk kept slamming against the wall.

"I am not stopping until you are crying, love."

"Please, Vladimir, please!" He growled.

"What was that?!"

"Hmm, "Sir" could be anyone. Only you could fuck me t-this good." She whimpered, throwing her head back and sobbing pitifully. Her legs trembled, her heady moans suddenly came to a halt when he pinched her clit in approval. He knew she was trying to trash around, but the ropes were tied well. His cock was already overstimulated, so all it took was her pussy clenching wildly around him to have him cumming again, hips violently bucking into her, then stilling. He pulled out, fingers now toying with her clit.

"Sir, too much." He chuckled, pants coming out of his lips.

"You have a safe word. I think I said until you are crying. Just a few tears won't do. I am going to use you how you like it."

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers headcanons #moonlight lovers smut #bunny's writing #nsfwbunny #moonlight lovers fanfiction #kinktober 2020 #ml vladimir #vladimir x eloise #vladimir smut

[ka-rimus]

Day 3 since bloody evening, when Eloise choose Ethan. Vladimir and Raphael surrendered in an attempt to resolve the conflict between Eloise and Ethan, passing it to Aaron.

#moonlight lovers #ml #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers beliath #moonlight lovers ivan #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers eloise #moonlight lovers aaron #beemoov #chinomiko #don't tell me that i'm wrong #probably Ethan root #I hope so x)

[neilada-d6-meghah]

Eloise looks too pink on the Instagram teaser, as if she was a human again, and I’m seriously starting to think Ethan will turn into a human on the positive ending instead of the neutral

If that’s the case, I’ll be really angry, because they ruined most of the endings forcing Eloise (and the boyfriend, in Aaron’s route) to turn into a vampire, even when it didn’t make sense, nor was a happy ending for them at all. But ever since we got to choose if becoming a vampire or not on Raphael’s route, I’ve been worried it used to have a purpose, and now they gave that idea up, and now there’s no reason for such nonsense.

Beliath was perfect, I 100% support the ending for him, they discussed it, she thought about it, he asked, she said yes. Perfect.

Raphael also made a lot of sense, he likes being a vampire, and wants to be with her forever, he taught her the bright side of it. It’s ok.

For Ivan, it was really wrong, since he basically hated all of it until chapter 10, but at least it was a promise instead of actually turning her, he said someday when he’s prepared he’d ask.

For Vladimir, it was a mistake. Not only it had no development at all, he absolutely hated how becoming a vampire ruined his life, he was scared Neil was planning to turn Eloise into a vampire, the more she accepted her new life, he was more in panic, and suddenly “I’m feeling happy, give up your human life” ??? Looks way too selfish and rushed.

Aaron’s case was completely wrong. He was so happy as a wolf, it was the best thing for him, we even got to feel how free he felt as a wolf once, and only because he didn’t leave with the pack he had to give up the part of him that he liked the most? It doesn’t look like a happy ending at all. And on top of that a few days later he turned Eloise too. DAYS. They didn’t even talk about it before, he only showed her how great it was to be a wolf.

I think all the routes could’ve ended with her as a vampire living forever with her boyfriend and all, but they weren’t all in the right point to do that. If they made a continuation they could get there easily, and it would have made sense.

Of course, if they were trying to make them all have the same ending to have the same starting point for a continuation, I’d be ok with it, it’s rushed, but it has a purpose, but we can decide for Raphael if we stay as a chalice or turn into a vampire, and that’s worrying already. Now, if Ethan turns into a human on the good ending, then they did all this for nothing, and I’m scared that’s the case x-x

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers spoilers #ml endings #ml ethan #moonlight lovers chapter 10 #this is not a rant until beemoov ruins it canonically

[diamo-chan]

AAAAANGST  (ﾉ^∇^)ﾉﾟ

(not beta-read – we die like men)

Pairing: Eloise x Ethan - what else could you expect of me (￢ε￢)

Word count: 1,8k

They were all chilling in the living room, Beliath annoying Vladimir to pass the time when he was locked in the mansion instead of relaxing in the Moondance, with Ethan, who was sulking upstairs, Aaron and Raphael were leaning against each other, reading in silent harmony, because there was no way they would leave the house when the water was coming down in buckets. No one knew where Ivan was, but most likely he locked himself in his room.  

Eloise went upstairs to the attic to get new candles, after the thunderstorm has left the mansion without electricity, and the last candle on the holder went out. No problem for the vampire boys. But Eloises senses were kind of gone at this level of darkness, so she had to follow the wall on her way to the second floor, it made her struggle even at the first set of stairs.

While she passes one door there is suddenly a shriek from within as lightning floods the hallway from the end of the corridor. At that point she notices that her hand lies on the door of the boys bathroom.  There were sounds coming from behind that door. Whimpers and whispers.

Jumpy? Crying? Apparently she found Ivan. Carefully Eloise knocked at the door to not startle him any further.

“Ivan? Are you alright?”

The answer came quick and almost unexpected: “Fuck. Off.“

Nope… not Ivan. The usual energy was drained of any bite that those words might have held under different circumstances. But that didn’t stop her from her plan. No way she would let someone cry on their own, this was not something she would be able forgive herself for. In the orphanage there was always someone who took care of those who were at the edge of breaking under the care of the strict educators and social workers. Even worse than the feeling of abandonment in the past, was the lack of love in the present. This is why everyone needed people who care about them. Even total assholes. Even Ethan.

“I will come in, Ethan.” It was a warning, not a question. And she didn’t even give him the time to get to the door and lock it, pressing herself against the old wood

“No… “ The weak sound of objection that rang through the door, it broke at the end.

She entered the boys bathroom and locked the door behind her out of reflex. It was everything she had imagined: a little bit messy, with that typical masculine smell and tons of different shampoos that could belong to no other than Beliath.

In the furthest corner, between the toilet and the bathtub, sat Ethan, on the tile floor, knees pulled all the way up to his chin. His hands were clenching and unclenching while pressed to his sides. And he looked angry that she entered without being asked in. maybe angry was not the right word. But to put it simple: he looked like shit.

Not in an insulting way, but rather his face was a grotesque mask of over-layering emotions and he was having a hard time in keeping up the one of fury while suppressing the rest. Eloise believed that there was even relieve, somewhere among those layers.

One step away from Ethan the girl sat down on the edge of the tub and leaned down so her torso was laying on her thighs. This brought them on the same eye level. Hastily he removed the streams of his tears with his shirt. Every rumble of thunder made him tense up, while his gaze locked itself on the floor somewhere in front of her feet.  The echo in the small tiled room made the sound of the rain incredibly loud, a constant rushing that overscreamed the silence and muffled his sniffles. Eloise felt the weight of the loneliness that surrounded him. It was surely different when he was in the club, surrounded by people, the bass in his bones, the alcohol in his veins. There was a terribly sober and drowning feel to this.

“You should come downstairs. Sit with the others, keep yourself in company.” Eloise suggested.

Ethan forced a laugh and his eyes were cold when they met her grey ones, there was a resignation to the pressuring fear clouding them. “And give them the satisfaction of seeing me pathetic like that.”

‘They would not care’, Eloise wanted to say, but stopped herself. He would definitely get it the wrong way. No, she didn’t know her housemates well enough to reassure him that way. And even if she did care, the others might not be the best at helping, if Ethan decided to stay here, on the cold tiles, between toilet and tub. Gloves off, hair wet, whether it was from sweat or water, didn’t matter. But his fear did!

She crouched down to his eye level and took his face into her hands to prevent him from hiding in his shell. The blue irises of his hid a storm and were surely competing with the sky outside by the way they were shooting lightnings her way, in annoyance of her intrusing way of handling him. He was an ugly crier, she took note of it, the red of his puffy eyes stood out even more in contrast to his generally pale complexion.

He bared his fangs in a desperate attempt of scaring her away. But Eloise didn’t even move an inch. With the seconds that passed a whole story was told by his face as his fury lit up even more intensely after the confusion over her neutrality passed. She could see his hands shake with the wish to slap hers away. A thought crossed his mind and once again there were tears at the brim of falling. The brilliant white of his hair has adapted a sullen and grayish tone. Denying them was futile, in the face of the situation she found him in.

Thunder shook the windows with a mite that could only come from the fact that it was right above them. Drops fell unto his knees. It was so very bright, suddenly, Eloise had to shield her tired eyes.  In the luminance of the moment, she could see the whole extend of the chaos in Ethan’s heart that was reflected on the young bony features. It snapped. He gave up. The light in his eyes dimmed. It looked as if he died over again.

She stood back up and turned to the door, shaken to the core, fleeing from the responsibility that was too much for her, when a shaking, sweaty hand clamped down around her wrist to stop her in her motion. He had leapt after her, was on his knees, one hand against the floor to keep his balance, the other holding hers to prevent her from leaving. “Wait... Stay…”

Eloise exhaled deeply. She didn’t want to leave him alone, but seeing him like this made her insides clench with the knowledge that she could not heal this. It wasn’t as easy as giving him blood and everything is back to normal. And since the hope that he will one day open up to her entirely is a tiny flame in a windy valley, any wrong word might cause him to push her away again. Maybe Raphael would know what to do, or Aaron, or Beliath as he is the closest to him.

“The others are still waiting for new candles. I can get someone… Beliath or-“

He shook his head. “They will manage. You will hurt yourself in the darkness.“

Blinking her surprise away, she came back to him, closer, so close that her knees were touching his. He was right, the others were vampires, they would not crave the light. But more importantly Ethan had asked for her company. It was almost strange with how she felt like the personification of cancer whenever he talked to her. But now… this Ethan was different.

She unclasped the hand, he was holding her with, so she could sit down next to him. There was a resistance before he let go. Was he afraid that she would run?

Instead she supported herself against the bashtub when she sank to the floor. Eloise was between the tub and the vampire, who made no movement to pull away or give her more room, the chalice ended up presses flush against him. Once she was more or less comfortably seated she felt a tingle against her hand. Then the caressing pressure of fingers interwining with hers. Her heart skipped a beat and there was surely a bright red blush covering her from the roots of her black hair down to her décolleté.

Ethan rested his head against her collarbone. The movement was slow, hesitant, to give her the chance to back out of it, to break their proximity. But she gave him more room to get comfortable and rest instead, moved her hair out of the way so he would lay on her skin. His mouth was right next to her neck, close to the marks what were slowly fading. If all of this would turn out to be a lie, would he bring her to the edge of death? Again?

Eloise’s hand reached up and let her nails comb through his hair that was indeed sweaty, but that did not matter. In a slow pace she massaged his scalp in the way that always comforted her as a child. Surprisingly enough, he let her, even pressed closer to her. A content hum escaped his involuntarily curling lips. Docile like that, he was like a child, with a small pout on his lips; his attempt, to go unnoticed, failed. His cheeks were still warm from crying; forehead feverish from the racing thoughts, that must occupy his mind. She felt the goosebumps on the arm where their fingers were interwined. How long has he been here before she found him? The wish to hug him rose up in his chest, but that would be too much for now. Don’t rush Eloise.

His breathing became even and calm. The weight of his head was a steady reminder of his vulnerability, the just how breakable this moment was. In his trust she let herself relax as well. Slumping down into a more comfortable sitting position while still supporting the white haired boy.

In her own dozy half-sleep Eloise heard footsteps come closer. Someone pulled the handle of the bathroom door, only to find it locked. Ethan’s lashes fluttered slightly but fell back shut, the hand that was holding hers tightened a bit. The young girl smiled and let her eyes rest as well.

Tomorrow she would whine to him about her sore neck. So his hands do those wonders to her already tensed muscles. Even if his sole motivation was to keep her quiet.  She would have to accept that. Just one more of the many things, she was willingly accepting, when it came to Ethan.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers headcanon #a very long one #i bet no one will read this til the end #but i wanted to write #the bathroom scene #using the last week of vacation until christmas

[moonlightlover21]

Raphael x Vladimir smut

Raphael p.o.v.:

“Sleep well Eloise and don’t worry I will take care of Vladimir.” the poor girl is still shaking from head to toe after what happened in the forest. She had to carry Vlad all the way back to the manor. It was a coincidence that I made my way to the library just as they stumbled through the door.

She closes the door to her room after wishing me a good night and I make my way to Vladimir’s room. Vlad is barely conscious in my arms, he puts his whole weight on me, not able to hold himself up. After finally getting the door open, I gently lay his nearly lifeless body on the bed, he groans in pain. “This time you may have gotten away but next time you will not be so lucky!” I scold him trying to keep my smile from fading. He groans again and mutters an incomprehensible apology. A soft chuckle leaves my mouth as I undress him carefully and start to clean his wounds. By the painful noises he makes I can easily tell where the claw and bite-marks are. As soon as the disinfectant touches his injuries Vlad tries to twist away and whines softly. “I’m sorry but I have to disinfect the wounds, please stay still.” I try to do it again and again but he thrashes around and nearly falls of the bed in his misery. “Vladimir! Stop it! You will only hurt yourself more, the more you move.” But he just won’t stop moving. I sigh silently and without a warning I sit down on his hips so he can’t escape.

“Raphael? What…why are you…huh?” His raspy voice is full of confusion and I can feel his hand on my arm trying to shove me off. “Get off! I need to…that vampire is still out there he…he ran away, I have to get…”  

“Be quiet and stop moving! You have no idea how exhausting it is to bandage you like this.” Without further interruptions from him, I was finally able to patch him up. It was very difficult to treat his wounds without eyesight, I had to feel for his wounds and every time I touched one, he would mewl in pain. As I started collecting the bloody rags I used to wipe the blood of his body, I could hear Vlad’s soft snores. Smiling to myself I leave the room and silently close the door behind me.

Since that day I continued to check on Vlad. Vampire healing has its perks, after a few days he is almost completely healed. But I still have to baby-sit him which makes him mad. “Could you please leave me alone for one minute! I am not a child anymore quit following me around like a lost puppy (no hate to Aaron)!”

“I will stop following you if you would let me take a final look at your injuries.” I can hear his footsteps fading so I decide to go after him. “Well then come on in.”  The silk bedding rustles as he makes himself comfortable. By the noise his coat makes as it hits the floor, I can tell that he disrobes.

“Are you just going to stand there the whole night? You wanted to check on me so get on with it.” I chuckle at his words. Always so bossy. After closing and locking the door I sit beside him and start feeling up and down his body. Vlad tenses and his breath quickens. I move my hands up his defined chest. Accidentally I brush over his exposed buds. His nipples stiffen and I can feel him shiver.

“I find it quite fascinating how your body reacts under my touch. Usually you don’t like to show any emotion but look at you now.”  Vlad slaps my hands away: “What do you think you are doing?!” he tries to push me of but I won’t let him. “Relax Vladimir, you keep thinking too much, just close your eyes and feel.” While readjusting so I can sit on his lap, I can feel his necktie in between my fingers. An idea comes to my mind. I caress his face gently rubbing my thumb over his lips before leaning down to kiss him. He gasps in surprise and I push my tongue into his mouth. The younger vampire tenses again but soon goes lax under me. Slowly but surely he kisses me back, his tongue immediately fighting for dominance. Whilst Vlad is distracted, I use his necktie to carefully tie his hands together above his head.

“Oh, so you are allowed to touch me but I can’t touch you?” he says with a smirk. “You just have to feel and enjoy yourself. Stop thinking for once in your life.” With those words I reach behind me to undo my blindfold and put it on him instead. I lean down to kiss him again, more passionate this time. I nick his bottom lip with my fangs and he whimpers into my mouth at the sensation. I pull away only to plant soft kisses on his neck, down to his collarbone. I sit back down, his growing erection rubbing against my thigh. He groans and I teasingly begin to grind my hips onto his. Vlad gasps as I trail my hand down his stomach, slipping a finger underneath the waistband of his pants. Pulling down his pants and underwear and freeing his dick. The sounds he makes while doing so make my own dick grow hard. Laying down on top of Vladimir I gently kiss a line down his stomach, before taking his member into my mouth. He moans, wanting to buck his hips up, but with a firm hand I prevent him from doing so. I begin bobbing my head up and down his length, stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth. His filthy noises fill the room, I can tell he is close. “Raphael, stop it…I’m gonna…!” Before he could release I pull away, jerking him off till he cums all over my hand and his stomach. “Sometimes you are a good listener Vlad,” I praise him while continuing to stroke him through his orgasm.

Taking a little bit of his seed, I lubricate my fingers before tracings small circles around his entrance. He tries to close his legs, probably ashamed about what’s coming next. “Just relax,” I whisper into his ears:” I promise you’re gonna like it and if not, we can stop anytime.” I nibble his ear while carefully sliding one finger into his arse, stretching his walls. Moving down to his chest, I take one of his buds into my mouth. Using my tongue and teeth to please the vampire underneath me. I keep on doing so, adding more and more fingers. “Raph stop teasing please. I want…” he cuts of in the middle of his sentence too embarrassed to ask. “What is it that you want Vlad? I won’t know if you won’t tell me.”

“Raphael please.” He whines not knowing what he needs. “Just…just fuck me!”  “But of course, darling all you had to do was ask.” Removing all my fingers at once he moans wanting to protest but before he can utter another word, I thrust in him. His back arches off the bed as he screams in pleasure. Delicately I cradle his left cheek in my hand tracing his lips with my thumb. “Raphael…oh god…so good. Harder please…” I do as he asks, going faster and harder, little punched out noises leave him. Vlad opens his mouth, groaning and I take the opportunity to push my thumb in his mouth holding it open as I kiss him again. Straightening up I put one of his legs over my shoulder, hitting him at a new angle. The lewd sounds he makes tell me that I must have hit a certain spot, he squirms under me. I hear a ripping noise and know that his claws have torn the bed sheets.

“My, my seems like you are enjoying yourself.” I pant nearing my climax. Reaching between our intertwined bodies to grasp his leaking dick, I jerk him of matching the rhythm of my thrusts. He trashes underneath me whining and moaning my name. His walls clench around me as he cums a second time. I follow shortly after, releasing in him. Exhausted I pull out and lay next to him, feeling for his face I pull of the blindfold and untie his hands. Reaching to the nightstand I feel for an unused rag to clean Vladimir’s body. He murmurs half asleep and turns to nuzzle my neck. With a happy smile I cradle him close and pet his head, slowly drifting of to sleep as well.

#moonlight lovers #beemoov #moonlight lovers fanfiction #moonlight lovers raphael #moonlight lovers vladimir #ml vladimir #ml raphael #gay smut

[siebenschoen]

stop playing by the rules - Ivan x Reader

After Vladimir has been badly hurt in his fight with the other, murderous vampire and you’re done with playing the damsel in distress and feeling useless. Luckily, a opportunity presents itself, when Ivan tries to sneak out of the manor...

Loosely based on Vladimir’s chapter 5. And while this may feel like a Vladimir fic, I swear it’s not - pinky promise! I also should start actually playing the chapters before writing fanfiction about the them, because I only read a summary of chapter 5. Oopsie. (Also, I currently take requests.)

Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated!

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You can see Vladimir's sleeping form through the slightly opened door. The sight makes your heart clench. He hasn't woken ever since the fight with the vampire, that murdered all these young women, and you basically had to drag Vladimir's unconscious form back to the manor. You feel guilty... If you hadn't walked back so late on your own, if you hadn't gone out in the first place, if you hadn't fought with him, if you had just listened to Aaron...

“Eloise?”, Raphael's voice is soft, but determined. “Eloise, come. Come away from the door.” He gently tucks at your arm. “It won't do you no good, to fret so much.” You turn around to face him. Even with out being able to see, you can make out the sad, knowing twist to his mouth. “It is not your fault. Please remember that.”

You nod, unable to speak. Your throat feels dry and you don't know if you want to sob or to scream. You glance over your shoulder, back to Vladimir's door. Raphael sighs, but his voice doesn't waver. Endlessly patient, even now. “Vladimir is strong. He will wake up. But you need to rest now, Eloise. No one will be helped, if you collapse in the hallway.”

You let yourself be dragged along, knowing that there is no use in arguing with Raphael now. And that you don't have the energy to argue, anyway.

Raphael leads you to your bedroom door and you feel incredible lonely as you step inside the room. Lonely and useless. There was nothing you could do. No higher role that you could play than the damsel in distress and it makes you sick. Vladimir could have died and the last words you had spoken to him were in anger. You don't want that. He has saved your life, twice now, and you have realised that your stuck with him. You might as well make it work.

But there is no way to make it work, if he doesn't wake up.

The day only holds uneasy sleep for you. You drift in and out of conscience, the guilt nagging at you, waking in cold sweat only to fall back into your dreams to feel the weight of a lifeless Vladimir on your shoulders. Until you finally can take it no more. You throw your legs out of your bed, hastily throwing on clothes, before stumbling down the stairs in a daze. Your mind still lingering in front of Vladimir's door.

If he dies, you'll be free. If he dies, it'll be your fault.

Out of the corner of your eyes you can make out a hooded figure sneaking through the hallway. That makes you snap out of it. Your heart is beating heavily against your ribcage, you can feel it throughout your whole body. What if the attacker has returned? To finish Vladimir off, now that he is defenceless?

The figure turns around and your breath hitches, before you relieve washes over you. It's Ivan. Everything's fine.

Ivan's eyes are blown wide open. His gaze flickers around, searching. “Are any of the others around?”, he asks.

“No”, you shake your head. “It's barely-”, you stop mid-sentence, confusion plain on your face, “dusk.” Ivan nods and turns to leave, but you'll have none of that. Hastily you run after him. “Ivan!”, you call, “Ivan, wait!”

“What are you doing here? It's still daylight - you'll get hurt, if you -”

“I know”

“What?”, you stop in your track, “But then why are you? Wait- Where are you going?”

Ivan's face is hidden under his hood, when he says: “I didn't know I needed your permission to go somewhere.”

“You don't it's just...” Realisation hits you. “This is because of Vladimir, right? You know something, don't you?” Ivan stops, caught. Your breath hitches. “You do! But why would you be sneak- You didn't tell the others!” Your voice jumps. “You know something and you didn't tell them!”

Ivan spins around. Worry and guilt are etched into his features. His gaze jumps around, frantically. “Please, be quite, Eloise, please”, his voice wavers.

“What do you know, Ivan? Where are you going?”

Your words seem to pain him. “Please, Eloise, quite, the others-”

“I've been worried sick, Ivan!”, tears dwell up in your eyes, “Sick! You hear me? And now I find out that you knew something and told no one?! A way to help Vladimir-”

“I don't know how to help, Vladimir!”, Ivan's voice grows loud, harsh. The shock makes you freeze. “I'm sorry, Eloise, I didn't- I didn't mean to...”, Ivan looks as surprised as you are. He sighs. “I don't know how to help Vladimir. I really don't, you have to believe me.”

“Then what do you know?”, you almost whisper.

“The attacker, I”, he refuses to meat you eyes, ”... I was close, when the fight happened. I could smell him. And I believe that I know where he's headed.”

“But if you were close, why didn't you-”

“I was scared. I've never been in a fight with a vampire before. And I... I was so scared.”, his gaze finally meats yours and you're nearly thrown back by the amount of guilt hidden in it.

“The others wouldn't let you go.”, you conclude, “That's why you're sneaking out before dusk.”

“Yes”, Ivan sighs, “Please, don't tell them. I was a coward and now Vladimir's hurt. I need to make it up, I need to go - do you understand?”

“I do” - “Thank you, I owe you-” - “And I'll come with you.”

Ivan freezes. “What? No!” His voice jumps in a way that would have been funny in another situation. “It's dangerous. If something were to happen to you, Vladimir would kill me. I can't-”

“And you think the others will take kindly to it, when they eventually figure out that I let you sneak out without telling anyone? No, Ivan. I couldn't help Vladimir either, when he was attacked. I'm done with sitting around and feeling useless. I need to do something!”, you take a deep breath, determination has settled deep into your heart, “Either we go together or everyone in this house will know that you're gone, before the sun has set. It's your choice.”

Ivan throws a last glance up the stairs. He doesn't look happy with the situation you put him in. In fact, he looks more worried than you have ever seen him. You can see biting the inside of his cheek. He's debating with himself, you can tell.

“Fine. But please, don't”, he stops, searching for words, “put yourself in unnecessary danger?” He cringes at his own words.

“I'll try my best.”, you promise, but deep down you know that you might not be true to your words.

You follow Ivan out of the manor, into the forest. Every little bit of his skin is carefully hidden from the sun. He does it effortlessly and you can't help but wonder, how often he sneaks out like this, wrapped in his cloak, without anyone knowing.

The shoes you wear were not made for tracking through the woods - you can feel every stick and every stone -, but you doubt Ivan would have waited for you, if you had asked to get changed. And so you ignore the discomfort like you ignore the twigs and branches tugging on your skirt and hair. Instead you focus on the goal ahead. Finding the monster that harmed Vladimir.

Ivan doesn't possess the same natural grace the others have, when walking through the forest. He moves more silent than a human would, but it's not with the same elegance you have noticed in the other vampires. He seems more like a fawn that needs to grow into its long legs, unsure and unused to every movement.

It does make sense, you suppose. He has only been recently turned. The powers must still be new to him. It reminds you of yourself in a way. Thrown into something that you do not understand, without any kind of warning.

Dusk has finally come, the last rays of sunlight fading out. It's even darker in the forest than it must be outside of it. You follow close behind Ivan. Barely being able to see where you're going, you use the movement of his body as a guide. Neither of you talk much, Ivan's too focused on following the trail he found and your mind is drifting back and forth between the manor and what might await you ahead.

Ivan's hood has fallen from his head and you focus on the bobbing of his hair - bright, against the dark of the forest - to make out when you have to look out for roots or large stones. But it becomes harder and harder for you to make out even simplest of shapes. You stumble more than you walk and try as you might, it becomes nearly impossible to keep up with Ivan.

Without thinking your hand reaches forward and buries itself deep into the folds of Ivan's hood. He stops dead in his tracks and throws a long look over his shoulder. Even in the black of the night you can make out his eyes. They are almost glowing and yellow. Like sunflowers. You shake off the thought and smile apologetically, knowing that Ivan can see as clearly as he can in daylight. “Sorry, but I don't see a thing in the dark.”

“Oh”, Ivan looks up to the night sky, as if only now realising how dark it has gotten. “No, I am sorry. I still sometimes forget that I have... special abilities.”

“It's fine. I just... need some help, I guess.”, you shrug it off, although you can't help, but feel embarrassed. You didn't want to feel useless anymore and yet here you are again - holding Ivan back. You bite the inside of your cheek. There's no use in thinking like that. It will help no one - not you, not Ivan, not Vladimir.

Hand buried in Ivan's hood, you take to walking even closer behind him than before. It is still weird to be so close to another person without feeling their body heat, only a strange, cold presence. But yet it is also different from being close to Vladimir. Vladimir's presence is all corpse-like coolness, but with Ivan it feels like there's still a touch of warmth, hidden deep within him. A last bit of humanity still left in him. In a way it is even stranger, but at the same time weirdly comforting.

Soon clouds gather over the once clear night sky and there's a sudden chill to the air. You can smell the rain in the air and if you can smell it that means- “Fuck”, Ivan sighs, “Rain. Just the thing we needed.”

“Will you be able to smell him despite that?”

You can practically hear him grinding his teeth. "I will have to." You shoot a worried glance up to the sky, but try to calm yourself down. There are worse things than rain.

It doesn't take long for you to curse your past self, as massive clouds empty themselves above you two. Fate is a bitch and the storm is coming. You are absolutely drenched and Ivan fares none the better. Your wet hair and clothes are stuck to your body, the wind tucking at your legs and forcing the trees to bow dangerously low. You can hear thunder crashing above you and it doesn't take long for the sky to burn white with lightning - which means it's close to you. Fuck.

Ivan seems determined to continue, but there's no way you'll be able to carry on. You need to get both of you out of the rain – fast.

You try to to get his attention, by tucking at his cloak, calling out to him – but either he ignores you, or he just doesn't notice.

A loud crack and than the world around you is yet again bright for a few, precious seconds. Frantically you scan your surroundings looking for something that might give you cover from the rain - anything, really. And then suddenly you spot it. The small entrance of a cave. Not much, but enough.

You still have strong grip on Ivan's hood and hoping that the element of surprise will be enough, you send a quick prayer to the thundering sky, before throwing yourself with all your weight into the direction of the cave. The sudden pull makes Ivan lose his footing and with a shrill yelp he falls after you, stumbling into the relatively dry opening.

“What the-!” He catches himself with one hand on the stone wall, while you collapse on the floor, your legs spread out far. The exhaustion from walking for hours without a break is finally catching up to you and weighs heavy on your limbs.

Ivan's face is stuck somewhere between confused and furious. “What- What was that about?!”

“I just can't continue anymore.” - ”And you couldn't have told me?”

You laugh. “Please, Ivan, you barely heard the lightning, so focused were you on following the track. Or what's left of it, more likely.”

“There will be nothing, if we don't continue now.”

“There's already nothing, Ivan! You can't tell me you're able to smell this man through that kind of rain! You probably can't even see further than the tip of your own nose!”, you shake your head, “Plus it would be incredibly dangerous to continue now.”

Ivan folds his arms in front of his chest and stares out into the rain. “For you maybe, but I could-”

“Oh, stop it!” You don't have the energy to deal with that kind of attitude. “What if lightning stroke? There's still enough dry bits to make for at least a small fire. Or better even it hits a tree right next to us! I don't remember vampires being immune to either. So, stop sulking and sit down.”

Ivan doesn't sit down. Instead, he just turns his glare from the forest to you. “You wanted to come along. You were desperate to come along. And now you're giving up?”

That strikes a nerve with you. “I am not giving up.”, you press out through gritted teeth. But as quick as the fighting spirit enters you, it leaves again. You're just so tired. “It's true. I want to find the guy, who did these horrible things to Vladimir. But I don't want to get killed in the progress. Especially not by some bad weather.” A dry laugh escapes you. “And don't forget: me dying, would kill him as well.”

That seems to finally convince Ivan. He slips down the rough cave wall onto the floor. There's not much space, your legs are almost touching. You can feel that weird not quite human, not quite vampire either warmth on your bare legs. It doesn't really help the uncomfortable tension that is quickly building up. Ivan's gaze keeps on jumping back to the entrance of the cave and you can tell that there's a part of him that's desperate to run out and keep on searching. And you don't really know what to say, without offending him or making everything worse just in general.

You chew on the inside of your lip, trying to come up with something - anything really - that would make this situation more bearable, when Ivan speaks up. “I just don't get it. Back at the manor you were so desperate to save Vladimir and I guess it makes sense, you're his chalice after all and there's-”

“Can people please stop throwing around the word 'chalice' like it explains everything I'm doing or that I'm supposed to be doing? You guys act like it's the only thing I'm defined by.”, you say, but your words lack real bite. “I'm so tired of it.”

“But it is important. It changed your whole life. It changed who you are, just like my-”, he stops, but you know what he was about to say. “The bond you have with Vladimir is so special and now you almost act as if you don't care. I just don't understand it, I suppose.”

“I do care”, you sigh, “And the bond I have with Vladimir is special, that's true. But... let's be honest here, Ivan, I barely know him.” You let your head fall back against the wall. The exhaustion overwhelms you and makes you stop caring. “I don't know shit about him.” You laugh. “And sometimes I wonder if I truly want to know more. I promised myself I would try my best, but he can be such an ass. Why should I put up with that? Why should I just shut up and accept him for who he is, when he can't do the same for me? He saved my life - and I'm thankful for that! - and I don't want him to die, but I also never asked to be his chalice.”

Ivan has stayed quiet throughout - his fingers are busy toying with small stones and dried twigs - and you're thankful for that. You don't have the energy to argue right now.

“You chose him.”

Normally you might have been offended by that statement, but now you just laugh. “I was bleeding to death, Ivan. I wasn't exactly at the height of my mental abilities.” His gaze is still turned down, focusing on the small stone in his hand. “What? Did you want me to choose you?”

As soon as the question leaves your mouth, you regret it. Ivan's head snaps up, he stares at you wide-eyed. His eyes - they are pretty, like sunflowers. He is pretty. You blink quickly, trying your hardest to shake these - probably - just rest deprived thoughts off. “That would have just been a disaster waiting to happen, right?”, your laugh sounds fake even to your own ears.

But your tired mind can't stop clinging to that one thought. Ivan truly is pretty. His blondish hair is wild and sticking into every direction. You notice that he has nice hands and before you can scold yourself for thinking something weird, you decided that you really like that. You don't even mind the dark circles under his eyes or that his skin is unnatural pale. A sudden rush of adrenaline goes through you. It doesn't take a genius to realise that you're attracted to him.

All at once, you become hyper aware of everything about you. Of the dirt stains and little bruises on your legs - that without doubt come from tracking through a forest for hours. Of the way your hair and dress still cling to your body and probably don't leave much for imagination. It becomes harder to breath.

This is dangerous. Really dangerous. You can feel Ivan's gaze on you. Desperately you search through your mind for something that'll take the tension, the weird edge everything around you just got away. But it is no use. The air is electrifying. Your skin is burning were it barely even touches Ivan's. This is so not good. You jump to your feet.  “I'm sorry, I overstepped. I'm just tired and cold and- a bit miserable, to be honest.” The words stumble out of your mouth and fall onto the floor. There they lie awkwardly – meaningless – between the vampire and you.

Ivan rises from the floor. He's taller than you, but not towering over your head. His closeness is intimate, not intimidating. You know that he is a predator. You should know that more than anyone. But it's hard to remember that, when he stands right next to you, his eyes nervously flickering around. Looking just as young and scared as you are. The terrifying feeling of his teeth ripping into your flesh, seems but a distant, almost unreal memory. The way his proximity makes your heart beat fast is so much closer to you, so much more real.

"Don't apologise.", Ivan's voice is strained. He is looking everywhere but at you. "You're right. Maybe it would have been a disaster. But to answer your question"  – his eyes meet yours and your heart misses a beat. All of the sudden, the cave seems much too small and the distance between Ivan and you much too far at the same time. "Yes, sometimes, I wish that you would have chosen me. Especially, since it becomes harder and harder to control myself around you." You can feel your cheeks heating up at that statement.

To say that you think about what you do next, is an overstatement. It's more instinct than anything that pushes you forward. There's a small part of you that knows that this is wrong. That there is some unwritten rule out there saying that this is something you're really, really not supposed to be doing. But fuck this, this is not your world and you're tired of playing by their rules – and goddammit, you want, you want...

Your lips are crashing into Ivan's. For a moment he is frozen, then his lips start moving against yours, longingly, desperately. There is a fleeting warmth to it, like a candle burning out. His hands are clutching at your waist, drawing you closer, and you follow without complaint. You can feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips, but the feeling isn't frightening. Instead, it sends shivers down your spine, fuelling the fire that burns in the pit of your stomach. It excites you.

The worry about Vladimir is not gone. But you left it outside the cave, in the storm, that brought you here. It's hard to think about these things, when you're pressed close to Ivan. And as his tongue licks along your lower lip, you can admit to yourself that you don't really want to. This might have terrible consequences, but you tilt your head to the side and bury your fingers in the soft hair of Ivan's nape and decided that whatever that may be, it's definitely going to be a problem for later.

For now all that counts is the way Ivan's body feels against yours.

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.bloodplay - vladimir.

hey there, lovelies! as promised, i’m back. tumblr finally let me do something!

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, unprotected sex.

1,504 words bc i got carried away... again.

"It is not so hard to sweep a floor, Ethan." Vladimir nagged, narrowing his eyes at the younger vampire.

"Then do it yourself! I'm not cleaning after this mess! Why did this particular party made so much mess, and suddenly I'm the one sweeping this time?" He grunted, taking his elbows off the table and crossing his arms.

"That is because you made this mess yourself, to begin with!" The blonde retorted, exasperated. "This conversation is over. You are over a hundred years old. Act like it!" He stood up, and Ethan held the broom and left, slamming the door, making Ivan and Aaron whisper to each other and snicker lowly. "I do not look like a... A "mom!" He nagged, looking at Eloise instead. "Do I look like a mother when I nag?"

The girl was so surprised that the only answer she gave was loud laughter, making the other two burst into a giggling fit too. Vladimir sighed, then let a few giggles out himself. 

"Let's just go upstairs. You need some rest." She said softly, bidding Aaron and Ivan farewell and waiting for Vladimir to do the same. When he did, they left. 

"You look hungry." 

"I am. But this can wait until I take a bath. You should, too. You look tired." He said, rubbing her shoulder and holding it, kissing her temple lovingly. "I will wait for you in my room in a few minutes. Don't make me wait. I'll miss you," he said, staring at his feet for a second, a blush coating his cheeks. He kissed her temple and left, a tired aspect on his shoulders. 

She bathed and scrubbed herself, soaking for a few minutes, but knowing Vladimir and her habits of letting her fingers prune up in the tub for more than an hour, if she didn't come out now, he'd finish his bath, and she didn't want him to sleep hungry. She dressed and rushed up the stairs when she felt hunger eat at her stomach. That was him.

"You could have taken your time." He said, buttoning his sleeves and sitting down on the bed. He didn't seem to want to dress anything else other than his pants and the shirt. His hair was a little damp, flowing around his shoulders under the moonlight. Eloise smiled fondly at the now open window, locking the door behind her and walking to the other side of the room, watching the moon. His eyes followed her with adoration. 

"How could I, when you need me?" She said lowly, looking at him. He averted his gaze, smiling sheepishly. "Come here, love." She said, sitting down beside him and sliding her hands across his arms and chest slowly. He held her waist. "You have always been so good to me, no matter how terrible I was to you." He said, kissing her temple. 

"Don't say that. It's normal to feel like you did when you're suffering for so long. Of course, you could've been easier," Vladimir chuckled, "but then I guess it wouldn't be you. I want to take care of this house, our friends, and our relationship from now on. That's what matters the most for me. Forget about all the rough patches, will you?" He looked into her eyes so intensely that her breath caught in her throat, then he kissed her passionately.

Eloise reciprocated eagerly. Her hands found themselves holding his face softly, feeling the smooth cheekbones under her fingertips. Vladimir got needy, thirsty. His tongue swiped languidly over hers, dancing around and tasting her between hums and groans of approval. His hands, once on her bottom, pulled her dress off in one swift motion, making her yelp. He chuckled.

"Oh. You are not wearing anything underneath. I want to... Maybe... Try something different for a change." He said hesitantly, "May I?" She nodded, waiting for his next step. "Lay down then, love."

The girl complied, waiting. He leaned over her, his fangs dangerously close to her wrist. Looking right into her eyes, Vladimir bit, but instead of sucking on the small wounds, he let the blood slide across her arm. He then moved it as he pleased, making a new path with his finger to guide the blood to her collarbone. The red liquid painted the skin in between her breasts slowly enough to be met with Vladimir's tongue just above her navel. She whined and arched into him. 

His tongue felt so hot. He hummed in approval, sucking on her neck with a hint of urgency, placing himself between her legs and making another sound when she started to grind against his bulge, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the chair close to the bed. He let blood pool again close to her breasts, sucking on her nipples and licking them clean. He looked her in the eyes, then. His tongue was out, and he smiled shamelessly, lapping up her buds

"You taste good," he mumbled, coming up to kiss her again. Her tongue tasted the iron on his, pushing away to look at him through hooded eyes. Vladimir sneakily lowered his arm, running his fingers along her slit. Her eyes fluttered shut when he rubbed lazy circles around her throbbing clit.

"Vladimir, please." He snorted lowly.

"Please what? Am I not doing enough?" He teased, taking in her reaction viciously. Her eyebrows furrowed in a needy expression. Her nose crinkled at a strong run of his fingers. He quickened the pace, keeping it soft but fast. She bucked her hips.

"K-keep drinking." He licked her arm tentatively, making her keen on pleasure. Then, he resumed his path. He was pondering whether he'd indulge completely into her or not, but she beat him to it.

"Please, take me."

To him, that was enough.

Eloise started to kick around slowly to push his pants, using her free arm as help to unbutton him and pull his pants down to her feet, where she hooked her fingers and pulled them off. He chuckled.

"That is a lot of work. I could have just done it myself." She huffed.

"Oh, don't act like you don't enjoy seeing me suffering," she pouted, pulling his pants off and tossing them to the chair. He smiled.

"That is true, love," he began, "but today, I will let you have what you want quickly. I happen to be starving." He looked at her hungrily, making her suck in a breath. 

His cock twitched against her as he ground into her shamelessly. His eyes darted from her eyes to the place where they were sliding against each other. After a little while of teasing, he pushed his tip inside, hissing when he felt the welcoming heat. She left a relaxed sigh. 

"You feel amazing, love." He whispered, kissing her temple lovingly and starting his movements, setting a nice and slow pace, to begin. She smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. He smiled into it, savoring how her tongue caressed his once again, what reactions his body had. Pulling away, he granted her wish and sunk his fangs in her flesh again. This time, however, in her neck, sucking at it harshly. She gasped, bracing herself into his back with her hands. Desperate moans bubbled on her throat, moans for more, for all of it. And Vladimir would be mad to decline. His pace quickened, but the delicate moment didn't break. He left her soft neck after lapping a few droplets up to moan in a needy way. 

For some solid minutes, it was just them, ragged breathing and desperate moaning that none of them could control. Vladimir was close to his end, and Eloise would not come too far.

"You will have to excuse my foul words, but you look so fucking hot right now. I am so close to cumming." He moaned, pushing his hips forward and throwing his head back to hide his face after such indecency. His mouth hung open in a silent cry, feeling her walls spasming. Maybe she reacted better to crassness than he previously thought. He'd keep that in mind. 

"Hmm, Vlad, keep going, keep going, give me another one!" She cried, turning her face from him to catch her breath. He nodded even if she didn't see him, pushing further into her. 

"Not going to last." She caught the message and started to rub herself with one hand, squeezing her breast with the other and looking at him with pleading eyes. Vladimir found that to be extremely lewd. So lewd that he simply couldn't take it anymore, burying himself to the hilt and grinding his hips frantically while Eloise cried out in pure pleasure. Vladimir's moans surfaced after a small delay, chanting Eloise's name lowly. His eyes teared up. The pleasure was blinding, yet he kept riding it out. 

"Are you alright?" He huffed after a while. Eloise giggled, caressing his hair. "Hmm, I'll take that as a yes."

Outside of the room, a person sweeping the floor could be heard.

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.role reversal - vladimir.

hello! this time, it’s present bunny at exactly 6;49AM. i’m going to try and change my pinned post so that the minors can read sfw in peace for once lmao. maybe tomorrow? also, tumblr deleted my requests so it’s gonna take some time to post them and open again. sowwy :(((

1920 words. enjoy!

Vladimir wasn't the type of person to enjoy crass things. That just wasn't how his parents had raised him as a kid. To him, politeness was a must, and even though he tried, he found it very hard to understand how some people lived, talked, or acted. He couldn't curse without getting flustered, and being checked for his behavior was outrageous and embarrassing.

However, he would find himself understanding a little more today. Going downstairs, he found the two idiots. Beliath sent him a weird look. He glared back in response as usual, because like, why is he here? Oh, he took him in. They're best friends. God, Vladimir, your decisions!

"What are you looking at?" He asked, making Beliath snicker.

"Check your wifey." Ethan giggled when Beliath winced, "Ethan, you're disgusting. Who's wifey?" Beliath answered. They kept walking. Vladimir sighed, pacing a little faster and opening the door.

"Love?" She wasn't there. He kept looking, puzzled. When he got in the Parlor, he felt her around and kept moving. She was sitting in the garden, a big- Pout?

Oh, no. Was Eloise angry? Sad? Frustrated? Thoughtful? Hungry? Sleepy?

"Why don't you ask instead of thinking?!"

Oh, right. Minds were shared if there was too much going on.

"I'm sorry, love. But what is it?" He sat down close to her, and she turned around, making him giggle. "You're turning your back on me?" She huffed.

"Can't you tell?" His giggle got louder, making her smile a little. "I'm a little stressed out. Ethan and Beliath came by, and they made it worse because they keep yelling. Can we go back to your room?" He nodded, grasping her hand and pulling her through doors and halls until they were inside his room.

"Lock the door." He said, untying his hair.

"You just tied your hair up, and you already want to let it down?" She was sitting on his bed, dangling her now bare feet on the edge.

"I don't feel like moving out anymore." Vladimir sighed, shrugging his coat and laying down. He looked at her through his loose strands of hair, reaching for her hand. "Maybe we could do something useful with our time."

Eloise squinted. Then she frowned, then smirked. Vladimir was about to pounce, but the girl was having none of that today. She jumped on him, holding his hands above his head.

"Not today. Today, you're going to be the pet."

Vladimir frowned.

"I do not quite understand. I am going to what?"

"If you want, of course. You'll be my pet."

Eloise was sitting on top of him, so he could only wince when his dick twitched lightly. He couldn't even lie to save his own life. The idea was arousing.

"... I suppose we can change the roles for a day to see what you have in store for me."

"Your safeword is, um... Red!" She managed to say it in a way that sounded cuter than before. He snorted but kept listening to her excited giggles.

Eloise smiled widely. How could a cute, small princess such as her ever do something to pin him down? He smirked, thrusting upwards lightly to accommodate her better on top of his crotch.

"Then, mommy. I am all yours."

Eloise started to grind on him, and she knew he hated the teasing. He tried to protest, but one look, and he kept his mouth shut. She worked on his buttons at the same time. He tried to keep his mouth shut, but the whimpers just kept tumbling off his lips. When he wasn't the one thinking, all he could want was to fuck. He blushed at the thought.

Eloise smirked, stopping altogether when the last button was open. She swung her leg to the side and waited, then she realized he didn't understand, so she rummaged through the sheets and under the mattress. He got confused for a second because she always undressed him, but her laugh was so full of venom that he rushed to undress and then touch the hem of her dress, only to feel a sting on his skin and recollect his hand as if he touched fire.

The whip he had was always under the mattress. He looked at Eloise's hand. The shiny, black leather mocked him. That hurt! He whimpered when he registered the situation.

"Aww. My pretty boy."

Her hand was gentle, and he all but leaned in. Her fingers grasped his neck, just enough to create some pressure and cut his breath. He whined, naked and flustered.

"What is it, pet? Do you like being at my mercy? Do you like it when mommy is mean to you?" He nodded eagerly. Oh, god, what in the world was she doing to him?

"P-please, I- Ngh!"

Eloise pumped him slowly. He was rock-hard, but it felt as if he wasn't ready yet. His senses went overdrive just thinking about the many things Vladimir wished she'd do, use him for fun, play with him, whatever she said, even beg. Her pace sped up gradually while he thought about all the possible things they could do, all the positions he'd take her in, but alas, she stopped.

"Mommy!"

"You're going to cry?" He nodded, pain installing itself into his lower half slowly.

"Please, anything, just do anything you want to me." His eyes were hazy with pleasure, pain, and urgency. Eloise stifled a laugh that neared something evil.

"You're way too eager, pet. So used to getting whatever you want..." Her hand slide across his abdomen then neared the base of his length and shot up again. She was driving him crazy. "What do you want me to do to you, pretty one?"

"Um- I, ah... Please, please ride me. Let me cum."

"That's fast-paced. What does mommy get from it?" He looked at her from below. The room lights made her look almost heavenly.

"I'll, um-" he was so embarrassed that he could almost cum then and there, but he kept pushing. "I'll eat you out, mommy."

Her laugh was crystal clear, mean yet amused, making him close his eyes to stop the prickling.

"That's what I had in mind, pretty one."

His eyes widened when he felt the silk belt on her dress wrap around his wrists, but he couldn't care less about that when she started to undress. He kneeled on the foot of the bed eagerly, ready to give her the time of her life so he could taste the bliss she could give him as nobody else did. Eloise stood up and put a foot on the mattress, helping him position himself between her legs. Her hand found purchase on his shoulder. Her eyes watched him with amusement and superiority, but what made him curl around himself not to cum was the single drop of her arousal that landed on his thigh. He shot up eagerly, wrapping his lips around her sopping pussy.

He sucked in a breath at her taste, eager for more than just that. His eyes never left hers unless he was closing them blissfully with his eyebrows furrowed, tongue lapping at the entrance softly, and then moving up to her clit to circle it harshly just how she enjoyed it the most. Her keens and approval urged him further to the point where he wanted her to cum more than he wanted to cum himself.

"Ah, good boy, you're a good boy, aren't you- ah! Vlad? If you keep going like this, you're going to make me cum." Her face was glowing, a smile plastered on it while her hand caressed his head. He couldn't stop even if his tongue hurt a little. Soon enough, her hand tightened on top of his head, pulling on his hair. Her leg that was on the floor wobbled, and she let out a silent cry, the ones he loved the most because it meant she was going to say-

"God, I fucking love you." She pulled him up aggressively, making him beam at her and lick his lips. They kissed fervently, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and slid down his arms, back up and down his torso. Her finger pinched his nipple, making him throw his head back.

"You are embarrassing me."

"You're so cute." He huffed, closing his eyes. "Do you not like it?"

"... I love it." He giggled for the first time in a few minutes, but it was short-lived, as her hand grabbed his length with urgency and lined it up to her entrance. "Let me fuck you, please."

"You're so dirty..." He furrowed his brows, but he couldn't get mad when she only distracted him from his anger. Her lips latched around his nipple, then his chest and neck, creating small marks where the others couldn't see them. He blushed again. That was too much. Her juices dribbled down his length while she ground into him but never actually let him push his hips, and she was moaning like a bitch in heat, yet he couldn't urge her down.

"Please. I'll fill you up so, so good, mommy."

"God, you're a good boy, aren't you? I suppose I made you angry enough as it is..."

Her walls engulfed him suddenly, resulting in him rutting up involuntarily. He whined, a small sob erupting from his mouth as he gritted his teeth in a mix of pain and pleasure. The pain subsided as quickly as it came, giving place to the best feeling he'd feel in a few days. His head was empty. He could think of nothing but her, and her, and more Eloise.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy..." his whispers pushed her further, hips moving effortlessly on top of him. He should command her to ride him more. They kissed for what felt like hours, her walls clenching around him almost painfully. He kept rocking with her as best as he could. His heady moans were leaving the room and escaping into the house, but who cares if they hear how good she was fucking him? How broken he felt? He was nothing but hers.

"Mommy, I'm so, so close. Please don't stop!"

"Aww, my sweet little pet. Cum for me. You did well today, and you deserve it."

Vladimir's head was spinning, but the words made him bust into her. His moans turned into sobs. Vladimir pushed her with his body and thrust as fast and hard as he could, creating slapping sounds that definitely could be heard over the bed slamming into the wall. Her body locked up, walls milking him dry as she came a little after him. Her small hands pushed his shoulders, a pained whimper erupting through her throat, and yet, her legs locked around him tightly as he kept overstimulating himself inside her.

"You are unable to even fucking think, aren't you?" She hissed, rubbing on her clit until the coil inside her snapped again, and he stilled with a loud grunt. Everything in the house was quiet, making her sigh. Vladimir giggled, eyes looking for hers in a request for praise.

"You were amazing, Vlad." He beamed at her again, nestling himself against her and sighing. She untied him, soothing his arm even though the silk was soft. "Thank you for trusting me. Did I do too much?" He shook his head quickly.

"It was incredible, love. Thank you."

"Should we look into the others' eyes when we get up to take a bath? I'll take care of you."

Vladimir's laugh echoed through the room.

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casting couch - vladimir.

  warnings: creampie, sub/dom dynamics, oral, semi-public sex, dirty-talking, kind of sugar daddy vladimir.

  casting couch is when a superior/person with power to do something asks for sexual favors in exchange for rewards/ other favors. 

please notice that i don’t know how to write. Enjoy!

Vladimir was usually a very composed person. As he said, seduction was an art. An art he understood very well. But it didn’t matter how much he tried to be the best artist when it came to his chalice, he could not make her sway. She was just oblivious. He found it to be very hard and suffocating to stay close to her without pouncing, but he had to save face.

  Unfortunately, right now, Eloise was sitting on the couch by the fireplace. Vladimir was by her side, listening to what she just said. 

  "So you are telling me that you want a brand new set of clothes? How am I supposed to do that all of a sudden?“ 

  She shifted under his hungry gaze. "I thought that’s exactly what you did when you came here?” She looked at him, then looked away. His stare was hard and the fire made an orange glint shine on his right eye. 

  "Yes, but what is the problem with what you have right now? Do you not like it?“ 

  "Feels childish to me. I wanted something nicer.” She pouted. Vladimir then shifted as he let his hair down, a sick and twisted idea popping up in his head. He wanted to shove it back to the depths of his mind, but he just couldn’t resist as she was looking at him with those doe eyes and her breasts pressed in between her arms under the firelight. He had to have her.

  "I suppose I could help you out.“ He said, supporting himself in his hand as he leaned in and caged her with her back in the armrest. "But I have one condition.”

  "And it would be…?“ She asked innocently.

  "Maybe if you pay attention to what we are doing right now, you will find out by yourself.” He said as his hair fell to one side of her face. She then looked down to see their entangled limbs, the pretty arch of his back, and the way his shirt hugged his lean body so nicely. Hesitantly, she brought a hand to his chest. 

  "Oh… I see.“ She blushed fiercely, Vladimir couldn’t quite make it out in the dark, but he could feel how the blood flowed to her cheeks. "I suppose we could, hm, help each other out.” He then paused his restraining movements.

  "I only want you to do it if you want me too. If you don’t, I will understand fully and we do not need to speak of this-“ she placed her finger on his lips delicately, sealing them. 

  "Take me.” She asked, looking at him lovingly. The next thing she knew, they were kissing slowly. His hand went to tuck her hair behind her ear and cup her face in one motion. Her hands felt the red velvet on his shirt as she stroked his chest softly and trailed up into his ivory neck, caressing the hair in the back of it, swallowing the low and short grunt he gave her. His tongue went out to play with hers, tip meeting tip at first, and then dancing together just right. They tilted their heads to deepen the kiss, but it was just as slow as it could get. 

  She gasped for air and he looked at her hungrily. “If you keep making me feel so good with so little, I can only imagine how many dresses I’ll give you, little one.” As he said that, he skillfully slid the sleeves of her dress down her shoulders and pulled her up, turning her around so that his chest was against her back. He got too busy kissing and lightly grazing his fangs in her shoulders, having fun with her tiny whines of his name and her shivers. She took the opportunity to grind slowly against him, his pants creating some friction with her panties. She moaned his name, earning a loud slap in her ass. 

  "Now, now. Do not be a tease, little one. I will give you what you want eventually. Be a good girl and wait.“ As much as her hips stuttered and she wanted to keep grinding, she stayed still. "This is it, love." 

  He loved the way she looked at the door biting her lower lip every time she heard steps. "Do not fret, they are not going to come in… I guess.” He smiled, clutching her waist and turning her around once again. “Now, undress me, little one.” He said and in a quick motion, she was unbuttoning his waistcoat. He looked at her hands doing quick work of the buttons and frowned. “You are way too good at this. You are a really good kisser, too. Perhaps I am not the first one to get this attention from you?”

  She smiled. An evil, hot little smirk he wanted to wipe out of her cute face. “I’m glad you’re complimenting me so much, but I’d rather keep some secrets up my sleeve.” He smirked back as she unbuttoned his white shirt and his pants, discarding them at the same time he got rid of the shoes. This cheeky brat. He didn’t make any remarks, the next command would make her shut up. He sat down and smacked her ass again, this time, harder. “I don’t mind a little investigation. Get up on your feet and undress. Now.”

  Her eyes widened and she tried to cover her red cheeks. “I-” “I did not tell you to speak. I am waiting little one. You wouldn’t waste our time now, would you?” She didn’t say a word, standing up and holding the hem of her short dress. She then started pulling it up as she bit her lip, an adorable annoyed whine leaving her lips as she made eye contact and he smiled at her.

  She had lost this round, but there was more to come. She pulled the clothing up and tossed it on the floor, moving for her panties. She opened her legs a bit so that he could see the way her wetness clung to the piece of clothing and dripped onto it before falling on the ground. 

  "I think I told you to not be a tease. I will have to show you how bad little ones have to be treated.“ He said, motioning for her to come closer as he wrapped a hand around his hard, veiny length, pumping it slowly, looking at it mindlessly. "Kneel, love.” She did it quickly, putting her hands on his thighs, moving them up and down in a soothing motion, an attempt to calm his nerves down. 

  "Open up, honey" she did as she was told, feeling him getting a hold of her hair and pushing softly inside her mouth. Soon, the sloppy sounds made Eloise try to lower her hand and touch herself, only to be stopped by Vladimir shaking his head. Her throat felt a bit sore and her pussy was wet and throbbing, but he denied her every single attempt at release. She cried out around his cock, squeezing his thighs lightly and pleading with teary eyes. 

  "You want some relief?“ He asked, pulling her hair and seeing her mouth stay open, tongue lolled out and panting as she nodded. "Use your words, little one.”

“Yes” it came out a bit sore “Please, please take me, I’ll do whatever you want. Just please make me cum." 

  He chuckled. "Oh, I see you have a foul mouth, don’t you? Let’s put this brattiness to good use. Come here and ride me.” He said dryly, and Eloise didn’t even think straight before sinking into him in one fluid motion, moaning louder than she wished to in the room. Her hands flew to her mouth as she heard the conversations cease out of the room and Vladimir chuckled again. 

  "Oh, I forgot to say: be quiet.“ He whispered and she just moaned again when he started pushing her hips back and forth until she was a writhing mess bouncing on his dick. "Just like that, like a good little one. You are doing so well for me.” He hissed, squeezing one of her breasts and matching her bouncing with his ministrations. “You look so good riding me like this, is that what you wanted, love?” She nodded, panting as she felt his cock twitch inside of her. He sucked on her nipples, blowing cold air into them and doing it again, smacking and clawing at her ass hard from time to time.

  "Want your cum, please, please!“ She whispered, riding him quickly to chase her high and feeling his hands bruising her hips: he would cum soon enough too. His face was contorted in pleasure as he pushed and pushed deeper inside her. She couldn’t take it anymore, finding her clit and circling it fiercely, feeling the first waves of a high she would enjoy for a long while.

  “God, Eloise, fuck!” He moaned loudly, biting her neck and holding her with one arm, bringing her body closer as he buried himself to the hilt and swallowed her blood, bursting inside her as he whined lowly in her neck so that nobody would hear. 

  They sat like this as Eloise moaned and chanted his name, feeling the blood leave her system to feed him, his greed and lust, his pleasure. Her limp body on top of his held him after he was done, laughing heartily at the pile of clothes and his blissful expression. 

  He took it upon himself to dress her clothes back and make her look as of nothing happened, dressing himself back and letting her button his clothes back in place. He tied his hair back just in time with the door opening quickly. Vladimir looked unimpressed as always to see Beliath smiling like a madman in the doorway. His smile dropped when he saw that nothing changed. 

  "Oh, you both are so boring!“ He turned around and left, a smile plastered on his face. "I could swear I heard our little one moaning your name right behind this door!” Raphael kept quiet, Aaron had his head buried in a poetry book, but his cheeks looked red. 

  "I genuinely do not understand what you are trying to hint at here, Beliath.“ He said. "Now if you’ll excuse us, this miss and I will go to our rooms. Have a great end of the night. 

  They answered weakly and both of them went their separate ways after a searing kiss in the shadows of the hall. Eloise took a bath and slept.

The next night, she woke up to Ethan’s screams.

 “Why the fuck are there so many clothes in the house? I want to sit the fuck down!”

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.daddy kink - vladimir.

 that looks like absolute shit because it just got me. 

I am by no means happy with this shitshow of a scenario. About your asks: yes, i see your requests and i will fulfill them, don’t worry, i just will keep following the schedule and soon i’ll feed into the masterlist and you might see your req there! ;)

warnings: daddy kink, throat fucking, overstim, dirty talking and stupid jokes coming from a pent up and kind of informal due to tiredness vladimir.

  Eloise was tired of making holes in the dirt with Aaron. The truth is that Vladimir said it would be fun to help each other out, but the wolf hated gardening, and so did her. It's not that she agreed with him on his "Let's have the trees eat our house" philosophy, but the mosquitoes were biting her limbs a lot tonight.

  "Good grief!" she slapped her arm, making Aaron chuckle. "That way, there is not going to be nothing left for Vladimir or me!" She pulled out a funny face and eyed her friend. "Hey, Ron. Can't you turn into a wolf and dig these holes with your snout?" 

  "You're an absolute barbarian! An oaf!" He threw a sunflower seed on her forehead. She laughed with him, soothed the pain on her forehead with her hand, and kept digging. "At least we can do this together. Your boyfriend truly is mean." He joked, making the holes sloppily. "Just like you, trying to make my fur dirty. Now go! throw these little shits inside. I'm going to fetch the watering can." 

  "Fetching suits you a whole lot." 

  "Shut up." Aaron's laugh filled the void in the night, and Eloise chuckled lower to hear it. Almost losing her first friend in the manor took a toll on her, but now Neil was dead, and life in their home was back to normal. She missed gardening with Vladimir, though. He was busy today, helping Beliath with yet another party. "Barbarian? Are you hearing me?" 

  "Oh, hi, Ron. What is it that you need?" He quirked an eyebrow.

  "What's with the long face?" he asked. 

  "I think Beliath might be stealing my man." The vampire laughed.

  "I think you should give him some attention. He looks very pent up with Beliath hanging on his back constantly. You know they're friends, but they stress each other out."

  "Do you think so?" She started putting the seeds in their places, mindful of the pattern Vladimir explained to them. He nodded, making a sound. "I was trying to let him know I want him to rest."

  "Since when are you a burden or tiring to him?" 

  The question hit deeper than Eloise found to be possible. The feeling did not come from the rocky start to their relationship, though. The girl felt like her boyfriend went through a lot to keep her alive when she used to fend for herself. She wanted to turn away, but the right thing to do was to love. Love him like Neil would come back tomorrow. Love him like there was no tomorrow. That's what she would do then.

  "You have every right to ask me that. I truly am an oaf sometimes. Thanks, Aaron."

  "I didn't do shit, but as long as you stop calling me Ron, or even worse, RonRon, I'm glad."

  "You know you like it." 

  She didn't know if the way he let the watering can spill on her shoes was purposeful.

...

  After finishing her tasks for the day, she decided to doll up. She didn't like the idea of raising expectations on other people, even less cleaning up for them, but she knew he wouldn't care about any of that. So that was more something she wanted him to see for her satisfaction. The way his face would darken, how he'd probably squeeze her upper arm and throw her in the bed just how she liked it, his hot breath in her ear.

  Beliath gave her this gift as thanks for helping with the last party. He said, "Vladimir would love to see this. But he'd look too ugly on it." not without saying, "If his old man mind can't take all of this, you can come to me."

  It was a lingerie set that fit perfectly. It was white and shimmery, and some of the lace decorations wrapped around her waist and left her belly button on display. She did not know if he would like thigh highs, but she put them on anyway. She did like them.

  Knocking on his door was not necessary. He opened, eyes closed and hair down. He had a small and relaxed smile on his lips.

 "Hi, Miss." He said, making Eloise chuckle. He opened his eyes, probably to see her smiling, then he choked a little bit. "Eloise, what... Get inside!" 

  She smiled. Vladimir looked mortified but relaxed when she closed the door. "Did you meet any of the others on your way here?" 

  "No, sir, I did not." She rubbed her hands on his chest, feeling the soft velvet on his waistcoat. "But even if I did, it's not such a big deal. I'm covered up." 

  "I know, but for a moment, I thought that if they saw you, they would have the same reaction as me. Call it a little bit of jealousy if you want," the vampire said, snaking his arms around Eloise's waist and squeezing her body. She was not used to this kind of statement coming from her boyfriend, though. He was acting a little blunt. There must've been a lot of weight on his shoulders.

  "My very first choice was you. There's nothing to fear, my love." The girl started, rubbing his shoulders lightly and relishing on the way he kissed her neck lovingly. Then, she sat on his bed, noticing his deep sigh. "Rough day, huh?" 

"Could you tell?" He turned around, pulling his shoes out and putting them away. Then, he proceeded to undo his tie. Eloise wasn't listening to any of his complaints about Beliath deeply. She just looked at the way his back flexed and his shoulders, not too broad, not too narrow, seemed to relax a little when she hummed, the way his butt looked under the pants, his thighs, and how his hair seemed to sing to her. "Are you done?" he said with a teasing smirk, opening the last button of his waistcoat. 

  "I am just getting started," she said, standing and unbuttoning his shirt. he just stared at her, but in the middle of her task, she whined the word he liked to hear the most in these kinds of nights. "Daddy..."

  "What is it?" He wanted to kiss her as soon as she lifted her face. The blush adorning her cheeks, the way her curls fell against the delicate robe, and her eyes pleaded with made him forget about any problems he had at the moment. Ivan would be alright at the party, and Beliath didn't need his help that much. He was overreacting, and Raphael told him so earlier, but she did not need any words.

  "You see... I dressed up a little." She murmured, guiding his hand to the bow she tied on the robe's straps. "Unwrap it."

  He untied the knot, and she worked on his pants, leaving him bare. She looked into his eyes all the time, though. Her hands slid delicately across his hair, then cupped his cheek and found purchase on his waist when he threw the robe on the couch. "Daddy... You're so pretty. Do you like it?"

  Vladimir finally looked at her body. "God, Eloise, is this for me?" He said, holding her hip and pushing her into the bed. Eloise's hair was against the pillow, giving him a better vision of her flushed face and her chest. 

  "I wanted to see what you would say." He settled between her legs, his half-hard member against her panties. She rocked her hips carefully and sighed when he met her movements.

 "I love it. I love you." He promised, leaning down and taking her lips in his, kissing them almost eagerly. Their tongues wavered against each other, vibrating with the sounds they made occasionally. Eloise's hand caressed his abs and the stripe of well-groomed hair under his belly button. Then went up, caressing the small of his back, his shoulders, and his hair. 

 "I love you more." She whispered, earning a genuine smile that he only showed to her. 

 "Want to show me that?" The chalice nodded eagerly, and he chuckled darkly. "Get on your knees, my love." 

 "Yes, daddy." She kneeled by the side of the bed. The man held his dick and pumped it slowly.

 "Open up." The head bumped lightly on her lips. She opened her mouth as she was told to, feeling the hardness of his cock filling her mouth inch by inch. There was a little bit of a struggle to fit him as he was girthy, but she was hungry enough for him to dismiss it. "That's a very good girl." She moaned, taking what she couldn't fit in her hands and bobbing her head up and down. 

 He groaned when she sucked harder. His hand caressed her hair, watching her sucking as if her life depended on it. Eloise's eyes were closed with her brows furrowed in delight, and if he paid enough attention, he could see her ass moving in sync with the movement of her head involuntarily. Her tongue darted out to lick the tip and disappeared when she took almost all of him in her mouth. He wasn't holding in the string of curses and loud moaning. He wanted to rut into her throat so badly. 

 "What are you doing down there, my love?" He inquired, making her look at him with a confused expression. "Your hips are moving on their own," He said, thrusting his own a little. She moaned, grinding harder. "You see?" She did not stop looking at him, into his eyes. That was driving him crazy, but she was delicate, so pure, and so pretty with his cock inside her little mouth.

 "My love... You're doing so well." He moaned, feeling his breathing hastening and his hips starting to rut harder. Vladimir knew he should stop, or he would cum on the spot, so he pulled her hair. "But you need to feel good, don't you?" She tried to suck more, but he shook his head. "Good girl. Now come here and lay down." She did as she was told to, looking at his movements. As soon as he moved his fingers to her panties, she whined helplessly. He grinned and patted her hip soothingly, pulling her panties down and caressing her legs under the stockings. He then rubbed her wet clit to tease her. 

 "Please fuck me." She whispered pitifully, desperation in the undertones of her voice. 

 "If you keep being a good girl. No need to worry." He buried two fingers on her wet pussy, feeling her squeeze at the last words. "Hmm? So you enjoy the idea of fucking me until you just can not anymore?" He cooed at her when she nodded, but his tone was mean. He sped up his fingers only to stop every time she felt like cumming right in his hands. They curled and pushed slowly, making her beg for it. 

 "Daddy, please let me cum," she whined weakly. Vladimir, however, did not answer. He just looked into her eyes and gave her a mischievous smirk. 

 "You truly want this to take a hard turn, don't you, my love?" He growled, taking in the way she whimpered in response. 

 "No, daddy, I just-" she suddenly was face first in the mattress. 

 "Shhh... I want to give you what you want, my love." He tangled his fingers on the straps in her garter belt, caressing her thighs and then slapping her ass once. "But this is for your lack of restraint. I need more than just nice words, alright?" She nodded, trying to stay still. 

 He started to undo her bra and her garter belt, then the stockings. "You look way more stunning like this. That is just crazy." Eloise laughed at his tone, gritting her teeth right after when she realized the vampire was distracting her from his length buried in her. The little shriek she gave must have been funny because she could feel his laugh rumble on her back. "I forgot to warn you... I guess." His hips stilled in her ass, pushing hard enough to hurt a little. 

 "Hmm, please, please, just move, daddy." She huffed, gripping the sheets. 

"'Daddy' won't move. You will. I'm suddenly tired." The look on her face was just priceless to him. 

"What? No, no, please," she was falling for his jokes too much. He started thrusting mercilessly inside of her already swollen pussy, feeling the way his mattress threw her back to him a little. She didn't make any sounds. Her mouth just hung open in a silent whine. Occasionally, he could hear her tiny whispers filled with praise and begging. She was just desperate for something, anything.

 "That is just a pity, don't you think, my love? You are on the verge of tears with this much?"

 "I love you, just keep going, please keep going." He chuckled again. 

 "You aren't even making sense right now, but I love you more, dove." He kept pushing, moaning in her ear how soft she felt, how tight she was holding onto him. "You can come, my love. Do it for daddy." She sobbed pitifully, pushing against him and trying to rub her clit to ride out her high, but Vladimir didn't let her. He fucked harder into her, feeling her walls clamp and her sobs fill the room. 

 "Hmm, too much, too much!" She said, reaching for her clit again, only to have him speed up and pin her to the bed by the wrists. 

 "That's too bad... Should I stop?" She gasped, trying to hold his hands. 

 "No, please, don't. Don't stop." 

 "You are still able to talk?" He mused, turning her around. He put a pillow under her, bending her to hit her sweet spot better. Her sobbing turned into a panting, but he was back inside of her soon. The drag of her lover's hips against her clit, his lips on her nipples, neck, the shell of the ear and temples, the way his body seemed to roll so nicely, his hands squeezing her thighs and pushing them up to her shoulders, his moans, and dirty whispers in her ear was just too much. He was making the bed shake, looking into her eyes. 

 "Tell me, love, what's your name?" He smirked when she rambled something that did not look like her name at all. Her hands shot up to cover her face as another high wavered, making Vladimir follow her. He didn't still as he came inside, just slowing down his thrusting. 

 Eloise kept quiet after all her screams, breathing in and out. "Are you alright?" He asked, soothing her thighs where he squeezed her. She nodded.

"Good. Hurry up. I am still hard."

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micro!eloise x ethan.

"I told you this was a bad idea!"

"Oh, shut up. I'm freaking out!"

"You're freaking out?! Your scummy bastard, I was cursed!"

Eloise kicked and screamed in his hand, tears flooding her small eyes. Ethan felt a pang of guilt in his heart, seeing her hopeless like this while he came back home. Beliath was laughing his ass off, but Ethan didn't care.

He had told her that turning a wizard down had some consequences if she did not pay attention, but he did it himself, and the man took the liberty to take it out on him. I mean, what could he do when he was not interested and dating? Eloise got angry at him because he failed to realize he was a target and leaned forward at the last second, so the spell hit the wrong person.

Yes, it had been her.

He had a foot sized Eloise biting his hands.

She looked cute, but she was angry big time.

Beliath was shirtless, without a care in the world, and slightly drunk, laughing at her state while Ethan held her lingerie and Eloise herself inside the little black dress on his hands.

As soon as they arrived home, Ethan got scolded by Vladimir, and then Eloise went to the bathroom to bathe while he tried to find something she could wear. He rummaged through her drawers, finding a small bandana she could use as a dress. Ethan left it on his bed, putting her on a towel and bringing her up. He blow-dried her hair until it was slightly damp, and then she laid on his bed. Naked. He had to try to cheer her up.

"Hey... This is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"What do you mean "opportunity?"

"I mean, we could try to see what changes on your body while we're at it. Aaron said we could wait, right?"

"... Yeah, I guess. But how would we do that?”

Ethan jumped, asking her to wait, and then he went to the kitchen. He came back with ice in a bowl, grabbed a lighter, a nice oil Beliath gave him, and his medical kit. Eloise looked a little puzzled, but soon an adorable blush adorned her features. He kissed her head, laying a soft handkerchief on the mattress and telling her to lay down and relax. She positioned herself, waiting.

He took his time, using his pinky to apply oil on her, especially on the most sensitive parts. Eloise sighed, arched her back, and rolled around to indicate where she loved the most.

"Ethan! Nhg-" his pinky finger slid on top of her pussy again, making her buck her hips upwards.

"It's a shame you can't take my finger..." He said, breath a little constricted. He took notes on his paper and pulled it out, watching the tiny, sticky line connecting them.

After that, he grabbed a pair of small, round tweezers he left on ice, using them to rub her carefully. Eloise trembled visibly, moaning. While she was unsuspecting, he used his other hand to press a cold q-tip on her left nipple, making her squeal.

"That's h-huge, Ethan! Ah!" His dick throbbed. That was so weirdly arousing to him.

"Alright, now let's see if the contrary effect makes a difference."

Ethan used the lighter to warm the tweezers up, checking on his skin and adjusting the temperature. Eloise moaned when he used it to push her legs open and poked her. Her little legs trembled.

"Look, it fits inside of you!" He was fascinated, pulling in and out at the pace he knew she liked. "How does it feel?"

"A-amazing. Please don't- stop." Her voice took a disappointed undertone when he pulled out completely, making him snort.

"Oh? Look, your feet are hanging off the handkerchief. I think stimulation is making you come back to normal. Does it feel any different?"

"Um, my sweat feels funny on my skin... Kinda gross, gooey, I'm not sure."

Ethan was quick to run his pointer finger on top of her, smearing the content on his thumb and humming.

"It feels gooey because it is gooey. This sudden growth has to do with you sweating. Let's keep doing this, right?"

"Ethan, I can't, I'm gonna-" Eloise's tiny legs trembled as he pushed the tweezers further, coming undone. Suddenly, she seemed to grow larger.

"Suck on it." Eloise did as she was told, while Ethan took notes. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him and they both yelled.

With a pop that spilled powder on the bed, Eloise was back to normal, tweezers on her mouth, disheveled, and sweating.

Ethan started laughing.

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For the game, I‘ll keep it ML centered ^^

Vladimir or Beliath?

Eloise x Fara or Eloise x Leandra?

Werewolf Aaron or Vampire Aaron?

Vladimir for me! Beliath is great but with vlad there's this... *Wiggles like a worm* seductive vibes in every moment, the things he says on the low are a big part too. Plus he's very pretty.

EloiseXLeandra, Farah is very sus to me and as much as I'd like her as a friend, she's not a person I'd date.

Werewolf Aaron. I'm a person that loves nature and everything that involves it, so I'd love to walk under the sun and watch the sunset and the sun coming up with him.

Thanks for playing with me!

#games!