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#yes I’m mixing metals what are you gonna do about it

gloxk · 6 months

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Think she grippin’ on my dick but that’s my gun baby~

(Eren Y.)

A/n: Lil sum sum— srry fa neglecting yall. My schedule is so fuckkkkkeedd. But, I got sum more ‘plug’ eren comin up for my luvz. Anyway I hope yall enjoy this my luvz🫶🏽!

Synopsis: First link w Eren Yeager after not seeing him in a long time. ♥︎

Warning (s): Gun kink , dirty talk, Eren talking you through it, Mentions of drugs, riding an inanimate object, f/m, Uhm like reader calls him sir? Pet names, Needy s*x, Smut, ovi. girl yk the deal 17+ around here!

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You kicked your feet while biting your bottom lip, “Yeah, I know you miss me, baby.” You cheesed at his comments. Eren knew exactly what to say, his words were so sweet and slick. “Of course I miss you ren. When you gon come see me?” You heard his music blaring through his speakers. This boy really had you thinking about him every second of the day and night. “Whatchu mean? I’m outside right now ma.” You nearly took flight running down to the front door. It felt like time was nothing more than a mere interference with your speed. You swung your door open , your smile instantly dropped looking at your empty driveway “Fucking asshole, you lied.” He cackled as if you said something funny. “Nah I’m here.” He flicked his head lights grabbing your attention, you forgot his car was completely black. You didn’t understand why he would make his Hellcat so dark. Didn’t he want people to see it?

You smiled seeing him get out of his car, he looked so fucking fine in his Nike tech. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. Knees nearly buckled as Eren approached the door. You gulped back your salvia, it felt like swallowing a golf ball. “Heyyy baby.” His lips met your cheek, it’s been so long since you saw Eren. His voice held a sweet tang and a long draw to it. His fragrance was a mix of Dior Sauvage and Backwoods. His eyes spoke for themselves; red and low. “Eren—are you high?” you pulled his face closer to yours. Examining his eyes—yeah, he was fucking hammered. “When am I not?” He flashed his pearly whites, you always wonder how he got his teeth so nice and white. If perfection was a human it had to be him, there was no visible flaw within that man. “You gonna smoke your brain away if you keep it up.” You closed the door and walked with him up to your bedroom. Eren looked at you with a soft expression, his eyes locked on to yours. “Aww, you care about me, baby? Fine, I guess I have no choice but to do as you wish.”He jokingly replied. Eren didn’t have many people who cared for him, so it was nice to know you were one of the very few.

Eren found himself in your bed once again, he nuzzled into your neck while a basic Netflix movie played. He wasn’t particularly interested in the movie, and you were aware of this. But he acted like he was excited to watch it. Your hands ran over his thigh grazing over his dick. Fingertips wrapping around it. “Damn Ren, you must be very happy to see me huh?” you giggle sinking into your bed lining. Eren's dark jade eyes met yours, the lower part of his face was covered by his hand. Unbeknownst to you, he had a new hand tattoo; a skeleton face—damn he looked fine. “That ain’t my dick, that’s my gun baby.” He laid on his back, his shirt slightly lifting revealing the weapon. You couldn’t resist wrapping your fingers around the handle of his gun; it was calling your name. You held it in your hand admiring the weapon, it alone held the power to remove a soul from this world.

“You like it?” he took the gun away from your grasp. He parted your thighs placing the cold metal against your cunt. “Yes sir.” You bit your lip at the sheer cold touching you. The hairs on your neck stood up, it was so dangerous, it turned you on. He slid your panties over letting the blistering cold metal meet your pussy. The gun started at a gentle pace, moving slowly against your clit. Erens lips occupied your neck; kissing and sucking it. His tongue lightly brushed over your collarbone, you felt his tongue piercing glide against your skin. You rutted hard against his gun trying to relieve the built-up pressure in your abdomen. You didn’t want his gun, you wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you silly until you could no longer comprehend your surroundings. ��Fuucck, I need more ren, I need you.” The gun hastily left your thighs. “I need you too ma.” His mouth met his glock licking your slick off of it. Eren's lips pressed firmly together creating a ‘mmm’ sound. He got on top of you pressing his chest against yours. You felt his bulge through his sweatpants, his dick was begging to be left free. He pulled his sweat pants down, just below his crotch panel. Your fingertips slipped under his elastic waistband; tugging his boxers downwards. His dick pounced out, an angry red color washed over his tip. “Fuck, it’s been too long.” He stroked his dick letting the bead of pre cum coat his tip. Eren slid inside inch by inch, he grunted feeling your heat. “Damn baby, I ain’t fuck you good in a minute huh? You miss this dick?” You nodded quickly, yes—you missed everything about him. His hand wrapped around your mouth looking at his tattoo covering your face. It turned him on seeing it on you— whether his hand was around your throat, mouth, or ass. It always looked so perfect on you.

Eren tugged your shirt up watching your tits bounce as he pounded into you. You tried to push him away from overstimulating your cunt “Nah, This what you wanted right? Take this dick.” He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder, he fucked you faster making you scream out. You could have sworn you put holes in the sheets because you were gripping them so tightly. You threw your head back clenching around Erens cock. Your body jolted at your release, finally letting go of that pressure you once had. “Ahh- fuck-“ you moaned while subtly grinding against his abdomen. His pace faltered, but not ending, Eren didn’t stop fucking you until he came all over your stomach. By then you were already on your third orgasm. He positioned himself beside you kissing your neck while tracing circles on your arm. “I know you love that shit.” He sighed, he was a fool for you as you were for him. He loved looking at your fucked out expression knowing he was the reason you looked like that.

“Mhm, I do, I really fucking do.” He grabbed his gun again setting it down on your chest, “That’s my favorite gun now, ima get your name carved in it.” That gun will forever be by his side from now on.

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4 my whores.

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ravenromanova · 7 months

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I fucking hate you

Parings: Bucky x Female avenger reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Mean Bucky (only for a little). SMUTTTTT DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+! Daddy kink, Metal arm kink, Praise kink, Hate fucking, Breeding kink, Unprotected sex, Oral (m and f), Fingering. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE

Summary: When you and Bucky are forced to have a therapy session after a mission gone wrong you two find another way to let the anger out.

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The sound of the clock ticking mixed with a pen tapping against a notebook drives you insane as you stare at the wall. It’s been thirty minutes of silence with neither you or Bucky daring to speak first. In your eyes this session was pointless. He was the one who fucked up the mission and yet youre paying for it by having a therapy session with him.

The mission was a simple intel mission… or it should’ve been until Bucky went off the rails and got the both of you captured. Luckily you were able to get yourselves freed before anything bad happened. But nevertheless you were told by Fury and Maria that you two needed to fix the issues between you. Honestly you didn’t hate Bucky as much as you led on but he could be such an insufferable asshole sometimes.

He would constantly pick on you like a small child, belittle your powers and abilities, and not to mention he would constantly ditch you during missions. So since he wanted to be an asshole you decided that being a petty bitch would get him to stop… You were very wrong and that just seemed to make it worse for you.

All in all you were completely infatuated with the super soldier but it was clear he had no interest in you. So you kept up the petty bitch act and that just meant the two of you were constantly at war with one another.

“This is a waste of time, It wasnt even my fault the mission got fucked up so im not even sure why im here.” You state crossing your arms looking at Dr.Raynor.

“The reason youre here y/n is so you and James can work through whatever it is going on in hopes that you two start getting along” The older woman says with a slight shake to her head.

“I wouldn’t have a problem with him if he wasnt such a dick” Your words made Bucky whip his head to look at you with a scowl on his face.

“Oh im the asshole? What about you huh? You’re a fucking pest and not to mention the weakest one on the team” He scoffed looking back at raynor.

“THE WEAKEST ONE? The only thing special about you came from a fucking test tube” You retort feeling yourself about to explode from rage.

“Oh so that’s how we are gonna play this?” He asked cocking his head to the side with a smug smile.

“You act like youre tough shit when in all reality take off the arm and take away the serum then what are you? A amputee with a military background.. You aren’t that special” Your words hit a part of him he didn’t know existed anymore.

“Okay enough you two!” Dr.Raynor said before Bucky had the chance to respond. “This is ridiculous! Throwing insults back and forth wont help whatever is going on between you two” She continued and you and Bucky huffed.

“It definitely makes me feel better knowing miss priss over here gets knocked down a few pegs” He mumbles under his breath.

“Okay that’s it! I’m fucking done. I cant do this shit anymore. You wanna hate me? fine. Guess what? I fucking hate you too” You said standing up abruptly and slamming the door as you exit the room.

Bucky and Dr.Raynor both looked at each other and sighed. “Why cant you just be honest with her?” She asked him making him roll his eyes.

“I dont know what youre talking about” He shakes his head making the older woman groan.

“Dont play dumb James. We both know how you feel about y/n you are just to chicken shit to tell her” She retorts raising her eyebrows at the solider.

“You’re a terrible therapist” He retorts shaking his head at her comment. Yes Bucky was madly in love with you but he didn’t think you’d feel the same after his past and how he’s treated you.

Ever since Bucky had come back from being blipped he found it difficult to readjust to life yet again. So he did what he always did he threw himself into his work. Avenging became the only thing he did day in and day out. He had met you during a meeting when you were introduced as the newest Avenger. You were all bright and bubbly towards everyone even him.

Naturally he avoided you not wanting to taint the sunshine that shined from within. But despite him being a dick to you, you still smiled at him during training, said good morning whenever you saw him in the mornings. You were just always sweet to him for some reason even though he had never shown you kindness. Well that was until six months ago when one day you were just as bitchy to him as he was you.

For some reason that hurt Bucky more than he thought possible. He didn’t think he would miss your sunshiny attitude until it was gone. The two of you started fighting amend arguing over everything for the past six months. The entire team was annoyed by the sudden escalation in you and Bucky’s relationship. Normally he would just be cold to you and that was it. But now you’ve started fighting back which was a surprise to everyone since you were normally so quiet. Bucky missed the ray of sunshine you used to be but he also didn’t want to taint you with his presence.

But nevertheless Bucky kept up his whole thing of messing with you and you started being bitchy right back, which was why the two of you were forced into therapy together.

“Go tell her how you feel James, That’s youre homework for the week” Dr.Raynor said breaking Bucky out of his thoughts.

“And if i dont?” He pushed tilting his head. The woman looked at him then sighed.

“If you dont ill make sure you and Peter are assigned on the same missions for six months” She threatened and Bucky’s eyes widened at the thought of being stuck with parker on missions.

“Okay okay no need to do all that” He said standing up and putting his hands up in defeat. The older woman laughed to herself as she watched Bucky walk out her office.

Bucky had left the office to go and find you but had no luck. He had looked for you in all of your normal spots kitchen, living room, game room, your room but you weren’t there. It wasnt until he decided to check the training room that he had found you. You were at the punching bags hitting them as hard as you could to get out your anger.

“Y/n?” He said softly as he approached you carefully not wanting to startle you. You had turned around to face him with your chest heaving and your face sweaty.

“What Bucky?” Your voice dripped with venom as you spoke. Bucky had ran his hand through his hair sighing a little.

“Look i just wanted to say im sorry” He said and you looked for any hints of sarcasm or anything in his eyes but found none.

“I’m sorry im gonna need you to repeat that” You brought a hand to your ear acting like you didn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole. I never meant to hurt youre feelings doll” Bucky repeated but this time adding in a nickname that made your heart race.

“i-its okay” You stutter out not really fathoming the fact that Bucky is apologizing or that fact that he used a nickname to address you instead of an insult.

“No its not- i-i just dont know how to handle my emotions properly and i took it out on you when i shouldn’t have” His hands didn’t their way to your hips as he speaks. Your eyes go to his wands on your waist and then back up to him.

“It’s okay Bucky i get it” You say as your hands find their way to his shoulders. Bucky’s flesh hand moved to cup your face as he looked into your eyes making you melt. He slowly rubs his thumb against your cheek making you smile and lean into his touch.

“Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” The question comes out shaky when you speak.

“Because it wasnt until you said that you hated me that i realized i fucked up and treated the one person who has never looked at me like a monster like shit. And i couldn’t stand the thought of you hating me.” He said honestly and for the first time you could see genuine emotion in his eyes.

“And whys that?” You ask stepping a little closer to him with a small smile.

“Because im in love with you” Bucky admits bringing you into a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss earning a small groan from him. The two of you get so wrapped up in each other you forget to come up for air.

“I-I love you too” You admit after you catch your breath making him smile. Bucky then picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He then carries you out of the training room and takes you to his.

When he brings you back to his room he lays you down on the bed before getting on top of you. He slots himself between your legs as he brings you in for another heated kiss. You moan into the kiss as you feel his hands roam all over your body. Bucky’s hands find the hem of your shorts and pull them down your thighs not breaking the kiss.

“Please” You whisper against his lips feeling his metal hand graze your dripping core. He sits on his knees and takes off you shirt then bra before sucking on your nipple. You throw your head back in pleasure letting out a moan.

“Oh fuck” Bucky takes his metal hand and finds his way in your panties and starts playing with your clit. “Yes daddy” You whimper breathlessly feeling the cool metal come into contact with your heat.

“Oh you like that kotenok?’ He asks after he releases your nipple with a pop. You nod your head and whisper a ‘Yes’ and start bucking your hips against his hand.

“Please please fuck me” You beg moving your hand down to his clothed crotch.

“So needy” He mocks unbuckling his belt and drops his pants on the floor before taking off his boxers and shirt. Once he’s fully naked in front of you, you cant help but stare at his reddened cock standing at attention for you.

You sit up so you come face to face with the red tip and wrap your hand around the base of his cock. His eyes go wide and his breath catches in his throat when you lick the pre cum off his slit.

“So good” You whisper before you hollow out your cheeks and take him into your mouth. His hands instantly find their way into your hair trying to resist fucking your throat. You tap his thigh letting him know he can use you as he pleases.

Bucky then grips onto your hair tighter and starts to thrust into your throat. “Fuck kotenok” He whines feeling your tongue graze the vein of his cock. You open your throat as much as you can so you can fully take him and sink down to the base of his cock.

“Fuck- i-im gonna cum if you keep doing that” He grunts feeling your throat open and close around him. His thrusts gets sloppy as he feels himself about to finish. He abruptly stops thrusting and pulls himself out of your throat making you whine.

“As much as id love to make you swallow id much rather breed that pretty pussy” Bucky says wiping the drool off your chin making you nod your head. You quickly get on all fours in front of him and wiggle your ass making him smack it.

“Yes daddy” You moan in delight feeling his metal hand come into contact with your soft skin. Bucky smirks and smacks the other cheek making you moan happily.

“You like that baby?” He coos rubbing the red marks he’s left making you shiver.

“Mhm” You nod backing your ass up against his cock. He takes the sign and slowly eases himself into you before bottoming out.

“So tight” He groans pulling out then thrusting back in. You scream in delight feeling his thick cock stretch you out. You weren’t a virgin in the slightest but Bucky had definitely been the biggest you’d ever taken.

“S-So big daddy” The words come out broken as you feel his tip kiss your g-spot.

“You can take it baby. Take daddy’s cock be a good girl and take it so i can fill you up. Would you like that? Do you want me to breed you and make you a mommy?” He asks wrapping his metal arm around your neck bringing you up to get a new angle.

“OH FUCK YES” You scream at the new angle feeling him in a new way. The thought of Bucky breeding you makes your eyes roll back and your brain go fuzzy. “Please-please fill me up daddy” You bed as his thrusts get harder.

“Oh i will kotenok dont worry” He says squeezing his hand a little around your neck. You never thought in a million years you’d have all your fantasies come true but fuck were you loving it.

“G-Gonna cum daddy… can i cum?” The question is choked out making Bucky smile.

“Yes baby cum for me im right behind you” He said and that’s when the coil in your stomach snapped and you came all over him. Feeling your warm walls clench down on him sent him over the edge, and he wrapped his flesh at around your stomach holding you close as he came. Bucky’s thrusts slowed down as he fucked his cum into you ensuring none would leak out.

“Fuck baby” He groaned in your ear giving you kisses up and down your neck and collarbone. “You did so good kotenok” Bucky praised slowly pulling out but still holding you close. Once he pulled out he laid you against the pillows and settled in between your legs again.

“T-Thank you daddy” You said in a fucked out haze trying to catch your breath. Bucky kisses from your chest down to your thighs and then settles his face in front of your pussy. He spreads your wet folds with his flesh hand before leaving a kiss on your clit.

‘Too sensitive daddy-cant-please-“ You protest trying to close your thighs but failing as he holds them apart.

“Just wanna taste you baby” He whispers giving your thigh a kiss. Not trusting your voice you opt your nodding and letting him do what he wants.

He slowly licks a stipe from your hole to clit making you whimper and cry out. Bucky groans at the way you taste and starts eating you like a man starved. His lips wrap around you clit and starts sucking lightly making you claw at his back.

“Yes yes yes” You chant feeling another orgasm about to rip through you. He picks up the pace and starts sloppily eating your pussy making you feel like never before.

“Gonna cum!” You scream arching your back off his bed and gripping the sheets as you finish on his tongue. Bucky groans in satisfaction and licks you clean before bringing you into a messy kiss.

“So fucking good” He praised after he broke the kiss. You smiled at him and feel back against the pillows in a haze. You felt the bed dip and you saw Bucky walk into the bathroom and grab a wet cloth. He came back to the bed and cleaned you up while telling you how good you did.

“You’re so perfect” He whispered in your ear laying down next to you. You crawled over to him and laid your head on his chest looking up at his pretty blue eyes.

“Not too bad yourself” Bucky laughed at your comment bringing you in for a loving kiss. “I could get used to that” You said with a cheeky grin on your face making him roll his eyes in faux annoyance.

“You better because now youre stuck with me” He said giving you a wink. The thought if being ‘stuck’ with him gave you butterflies and make you melt even more into hin.

“I think id be okay with that” You said pretending to think about it making Bucky laugh. He ran his hand through your hair and admired your beauty. In all of his 106 years on this earth he never thought he felt this way about someone. That was until you.. And he’ll be damned if he ever lets you get away again.

~The end~

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itsangelll · 29 days

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A/n:I AM SO SORRY, that this took me a bit I’ve honestly had no motivation to write this but here also HUGE CREDITS TO @il0vet0mk4ulitz for helping me write this give her a follow! her stories are so good omg.

warnings: unprotected sex p in v, breeding kink kinda? degrading reader being a brat Dom!tom sub!freader choking kink

Read at your own risk.

’𝒫𝓊𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℴ𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓅𝓉.2✰’

“What?” You looked at him staring him down trying to see if he was joking or not it didn’t look like it. Tom grabbed your chin staring right into your soul “Did I stutter?, I said get in the fucking back Liebe.” Your mind was wandering for a second deciding whether or not to actually listen or just keep being a brat “Fuck sake” he grabbed you and chucked you in the backseat (oh god.)

You squirmed trying to get out but he was hovering over you and your body was much smaller than his. He smashed his lips onto yours his metal lip piercing was cold against yours lips making you whine, his kisses were rough “Why are you always so fucking difficult” he muttered against your lips. His hard on pressing against your lower stomach. He pulled back he looked down at you his eyes filled with lust.

He removed your clothes along with his leaving you in your black lacy underwear which he ADORED, he grazed his tongue over his lip piercing smirking “You’re so pretty like this” his thumb grazing over your cheek. His lips made their way down to your chest down towards your stomach then finally to your aching heat. He moved your underwear to the side then carefully sliding a digit into your cunt, you moaned at the touch bucking your hips foward “Fuck! Jesus Tom stop teasing me” you whined out “Shut it otherwise your gonna get nothing.” he replied with harshly you whimpered and complied.

After what felt like forever with his teasing he removed his fingers out of your cunt leaning down to whisper in your ear his hard on pressing even more against your stomach. “Since you’ve been so patient now I’ll give you what you want but don’t expect me to go easy on you, since you’ve been such a brat” he growled lowly, taking his cock out of his boxers pumping it a few times then aligning it against your entrance.

Without further warning he thrusted into you so hard filling you up, pain mixed with pleasure all in one go. You moaned arching your back as he thrusted into you with such hard force your hands grabbing anything to hold on to, he moved his head down to your boobs sucking and biting they were bound to leave purple marks tomorrow. “Jesus princess you feel so good gonna fill you up with my kids fuck!” He groaned out his tip kissed your cervix perfectly which caused you to moan even louder.

Tom kept moving in and out of you at rapid pace making a belly bulge appear Tom smirked pressing down on it hard causing you to buck your hips up into his touch (I’m screaming.) “No other guy can fuck you like this huh?” He groaned out you nodded you were to high off pleasure to give an actual answer he pressed down on your belly bulge even harder. “I’m gonna need an actual answer my sweet girl”, “Yes Yes! Fuck no one else can fuck me like you do” you whined out.

He smirked “You’re such a slut for me and that’s what I love about you.” (I bet you do) his words hurt you a bit tears perking from the corners of your eyes but you loved the way he was thrusting into and of you his cock hitting your g spot repeatedly making your thighs shake and you screaming in pleasure.

The knot in your stomach was getting tighter and your legs were getting more sore by the minute “s-shit tom I’m gonna cum!” you moan out gripping onto his shoulders “Should you cum Schatzi after such a brat you’ve been hm?” A hint of sarcasm in his tone your gummy walls started clenching around him you knew you were close “Yes Yes please! I’m sorry Tom I promise I’ll listen to you” you whimper out you were begging for release at this point.

Tom smirked “Then cum for me princess.” He wrapped one hand around your throat squeezing gently and those words was all you needed to hear with one last thrust a loud moan escaping your lips your orgasm crashed over you cumming all over his cock.

Shortly after his orgasm washed over him as well cumming all in your cunt, fucking his cum in you (I feel so dirty for doing this.) He collapsed on top of you pressing a kiss to your neck. “You’re mine meine liebe remember that”. You nodded and held him close that was a night to remember for sure.

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed once again credits to @il0vet0mk4ulitz go follow her! Im getting through your guys requests one by one 😭 mwah bye cuties <33

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stinkypeanutbutter · 2 months

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silly Aiden headcanons because I have no impulse

i probably already done these before in other headcanon posts I made but ermm I’ll do it again 😹

small TW for scars at the end 🗣🗣

AIDEN :

Aiden has the most unhinged playlist ever like oh my giggly goodness we got metal we got rock we got classic we got indie we got pop we got vocaloid Idfk whatever you can think of ( same 😹 )

totally had an immense phase of just everything . Creepy pasta , animation , FNAF , idk any other phases from 2016 help

Probably dated like once or twice , but they weren’t serious at ALL and mostly online . He just said yes because he wanted to be nice since he never really had friends ofc , so why hurt someone you barley know if it means getting a friend ? ( I’m gonna explode 😭 )

I’m not sure when this was actually invented , but he’d probably try and convince everyone to make battery acid candy drinks . ( they all say no 😔 )

Sorta sad headcanon they if no matter how hard to tries to solve a difficult puzzle , and he fails , he just starts silently bawling his eyes out . Cause you know he’s really good at them right ? He can solve them pretty quickly ? So if he’s like absolutely pressured by a bunch of people watching expecting him to win ( or like his friends cause yk they believe in him !!!! ) and he can’t solve the puzzle he’ll be like “ why can’t I solve this why is this hard why am I failing “ or something and then start crying ig ( Yeouchers angst 😿 )

Bro is the heaviest napper ever you can stack things on him for HOURS but the moment he actually sleeps most things can wake him ( if he’s not comfortable at least . He’ll sleep pretty well at sleepovers )

I can’t figure out an art style for him but I updated it so ignore that last drawing it’s grody anyway he sometimes draws people but prefers just random splotches of color . He has extremely stylized art but yk , it’s just ‘ weird ’ according to some people since it’s really . . graphic . Not in a BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD way but very mixed ( if you get what I mean )

Hugs everything when he sleeps you can’t tell me otherwise like you seen his old bed ?? He had NOTHIN so absolutely is he gonna cuddle everything near him

Hates competing . ( idk if he did it before but we’ll see ) like he doesn’t like doing puzzle competitions anymore that much , he just got bored of it and was really kinda forced to do it when he was younger . BUT if it’s in a game against his friends , he’ll probably do it just to help them out cause they always get stuck if Logan can’t figure it out either .

Does that thing with music where If it absolutely hits he just starts spazzing out and dances to it

that one thing where he walks around in a circle talking to himself if he’s really deep in thought ( he could go on for hours so someone has to pull him out to drink water at least )

TONS of posters in his room

Him and Taylor binge shows together , often ask the others to join when they aren’t busy . They totally watch anime ( Tyler calls it childish then gets really invested in uhhhh let’s say full metal alchemist and sport animes like haikyuu or something I can’t think of any he’d like . But I’m gonna make them all watch Ghost stories because it’s funny )

Aidlyn cuddling is mostly done at Aidens house cause his parents rarely go up to check on him ( 😅💥 ) and also he had a ton of blankets for Ashlyn to wrap herself in . He got her a heavy weighted blanket for her birthday one time so when that’s not around she just uses Aiden as a blanket if she’s feeling affectionate ( he’s warm in the winter time and pretty light believe it or not )

Has a medium spice tolerance , eats more then what he can handle like a stinky loser

doesn’t like anyone pointing out his growing hair roots so just don’t talk about it much 😅😅

steals chopsticks from restaurants cause who needs to buy any ??? They’re free if you don’t get caught / hj

sometimes just locks himself up in his room and lays in his bed thinking about life

LOVES drawing his friends ( especially Ash ) in his free time because he rarely draws in front of people , and will make an airplane out of it to throw it over to them . But he has that mentality where “ Everyrhing I make kinda sucks “ so expect to find doodles in the trash or hidden in his room

IPad kid , can’t tel me otherwise .

Loves hover boarding but he kinda sucks at it so he just 🧍🕺☠️ ( falls )

Will ram into everyone in bumper cars , almost sent someone flying ( Lilly , he bought her candy as a sorry )

rarely catches cavities because he actually has really strong teeth and willingly bites down on hard candies ( I do the same thing because I’m impatient 😹 )

Does all his school work at home cause school has too many distractions ( real )

Buys like body foundation to smear onto his legs and arms . He doesn’t want anyone to point out them out , and if they do he just tells them their from skateboarding . It can come off after a few days if he doesn’t reapply , but it’s fine since he does it again in between and would have to reapply anyway . Idk how it works 😿

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tyblackthornsheadphones · 1 year

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steddie x afab!reader with a newborn headcanons

summary: steve and eddie’s baby girl is born and they won’t let her out of their sight

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and labor/birth, their daughter is named sophia (sophie) because that’s what me and my gf want to name our future daughter if we have one so i’m sorry if that’s your name, mentions of smut

part one | part three

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you live in hawkins in the 80s, so poly relationships are pretty uncommon and frowned upon. to make things easier usually only one of them goes to your appointments with you

before you found out the baby’s gender, everyone started making bets (it started by steve saying he knew it was a girl because of something he read in a parenting book about the way you were carrying)

(yes, steve buys parenting books. although a lot of the time he disagrees with what the books say to do so,, what’s the point of buying them?)

it was eddie’s turn to go to your appointment with you and he got so excited when he found out you were having a girl !!!

“i’m gonna be a girl dad!”

he’s so happy about it that you let him tell steve, and that conversation is actually the cutest thing ever, seeing them both smiling so widely and eddie bouncing up and down as he shares the news :((

surprisingly, labor was fairly easy for you and luckily there were no complications

(cue your two overprotective boyfriends panicking, while you have to be the calm one even though you’re the one in labor)

ten hours later and your little girl was born <33

it was obvious that she was eddie’s biologically because she was born with a full head of dark curls and his features mixed with yours, but steve didn’t care

she was still just as much his daughter as yours and eddie’s

everyone comes to the hospital to meet baby sophia munson <333

only dustin actually gets to hold her since mike and lucas and robin are all freaked out at the idea of holding a baby

steve already has pretty bad insomnia, so he’s always awake when sophie wakes up crying

she loves eddie playing guitar and singing for her, and you joke that she remembers it from during your pregnancy

eddie brings home this baby onesie

that starts his obsession with finding metal clothes for her. he gets her a leather jacket to match with him, cute little clothes with skull patterns, and even makes her a mini hellfire shirt

waking up in the morning surprised that you woke up naturally and not from sophie crying, and walking into her room to see steve talking to her and she’s giggling :(((

if you get postpartum body dysmorphia, they will not stop complementing you. “obviously your body looks different, you gave birth to a living, breathing human” and “you’re so strong and beautiful and amazing” and “we’re so lucky to have you, love” and “you’re so gorgeous”

calling sophie their princess and you their queen/king

she adores when eddie tells her stories. even if she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he’s dramatic and makes funny voices and big gestures that make her smile so wide

the “mom steve” jokes triple now that he actually has a kid

steve starts to learn now to do different types of braids and long hair hairdos. he practices on you (if you have long enough hair) and eddie

“i have to be ready for when she’s older! who else will do it? clearly i’m the only one who should be in charge of teaching her proper hair care”

for the first two months after giving birth you refrain from having sex at doctor’s recommendation (you still enjoy watching them tho)

having your first date night since giving birth and leaving sophie with max (who wont admit that she likes the responsibility) and having the house to yourselves

they eat you out until your thighs shake from overstimulation, then take turns fucking you

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 9 months

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Faerie and Vampr

Chapter Five

Half the patrons of Marco’s Bar and Grill thought Erik had a hand in the markings on the women’s bodies. The other 50 percent thought that some of the vampire’s from bigger towns or cities had bitten Maudette and Dawn when they were out bar hopping, and they deserved what they got if they wanted to go to bed with vampires. Some thought the girls had been strangled by a vampire, some thought they had just continued their promiscuous ways into disaster.

But most importantly, everyone who came into Marco’s was worried that some other woman would be killed next. Tamara couldn’t count the times she was told to be careful, to watch her vampire friend who popped up in town recently, told to lock her doors and take the day shift instead. Lloyd came in for both commiseration and suspicion as a man who’d “dated” both women.

He had come by the house one day and stayed around for about an hour while Nana Sylvia and Tamara tried to encourage him to keep going with his work and doing what Lloyd normally does. But for the first time in Tamara’s memory, her handsome brother was really worried. She hated that he got himself mixed up with those women. It’s unfortunate what happened to them, but now her brother could be in trouble with the law for something he didn’t do.

Tamara didn’t try to dwell on the deaths of the two women. Although everyone else was suspicious of her brother and Erik, all she could think about was that kiss two nights ago. His lips, so soft and skillful, had her dreaming of what it would be like to roll around in the sheets kissing him all night long. The dream didn’t go further than kissing, which was enough to have her pink and white panties wet waking up that morning, but the possibility of sex with Vampyr Erik did cross Tamara’s mind.

It was the evening for Crimson Mist. Tamara finally pulled a simple dress from her closet after going through half of her dress collection and littering her bed. She felt it was perfect for the occasion. It was a nice date dress, if you wanted the personal interest of whoever was your escort. It was a body con dress. Tight and black. The fabric was clinging to every dip, curve, and valley. Her brown skin glowed and her cleavage showed. She completed the look with metallic silver high-heeled sexy sandals, a delicate sterling silver chain necklace that draped between her breasts, and silver hoops. She put on light glam makeup and wore her hair in a fresh wash-and-go.

Nana Sylvia’s eyes widened when she came out of her room.

“Sugar, you look beautiful,” she said. “Aren’t ya’ gonna be a little cold in that dress?”

Tamara giggled, “No, ma’am, I don’t think so. It’s pretty warm tonight.”

“Ya’ sure?” Nana Sylvia pressed. “a nice white sweater, the one I got ya’ for Christmas—”

“Okay, how about I grab my moto jacket just in case it cools down?”

Tamara looked and felt sexy. Something she rarely gets a chance to feel. She was pretty excited about going on a date with Erik, though she kind of asked him herself and it was more of a fact-finding mission. Plus, it’s his bar. Would it count as a date at his own business?

“See,” Tamara showed Nana Sylvia her moto jacket, “This goes well with it, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. I’m not tryna tell ya’ what to do.”

Tamara kisses her Nana on the cheek. A knock on the door had Nana Sylvia moving faster than Tamara to be the first to open the door. She fixed her silver hair that was styled in a low bun and adjusted her house dress with different tribal patterns on it. She gasped with excitement and opened her arms in true grandma fashion, pulling Erik’s cold body into a warm embrace.

“Erik! It’s so good to see ya’ again! How are ya’, handsome?”

“Takin’ it easy, Miss Sylvia. Ya’ lookin’ beautiful. I hope all is well wit’ ya’.”

“Oh,” Nana Sylvia blushed. “It's well. All is well. Come in! Come in! Darn moths…”

Erik chuckled, swatting a few away before shutting the door behind him. His eyes scanned the foyer with immense joy before they fell on Tamara standing awkwardly to his right.

Erik wore a white beater that left little to the imagination— an eight pack and pecs to match. Black jeans that fit tighter at the ankles and loose in the waist were on his lower half. He had on a moto jacket himself but it was black and white. Tungsten steel pendants hung from his neck and various rings in tungsten accessorized his thick fingers. Onyx earrings bejeweled both ears and high top black and white vans were on his feet.

When he saw her, Tamara wasn’t sure if she’d overdone it because he seemed really annoyed. His face went quite still. His eyes flared. His fingers curved as if he were scooping something up with them. Tamara had to remind herself that she couldn’t hear his thoughts. The one person who she’d give anything to listen in on.

“Is this okay?” Tamara asked anxiously. She felt the butterflies in her belly.

“…Yes,” He finally spoke. But his pause had been long enough to get Nana Sylvia’s attention.

“Look, sugar, ya’ got this man speechless!!” Nana Sylvia laughed, “My Tammy is the prettiest girl around!”

“Oh, yes,” Erik agreed, but there was a curious lack of inflection in his deep voice.

Tamara didn’t know what to think. She wanted to call the entire date off then. What was his fucking problem? Screw him. This isn’t a damn date anyway. Tamara stiffened her back and walked up to him, linking her arm in his.

“Ready?” She said with her own annoyance.

“Yes,” Erik turned to Nana Sylvia with a pleasant half smirk, “Good-bye, Miss Sylvia. It was a pleasure seeing ya’ again.”

“You as well, Erik, you two have a good ol’ time. Take care of my sugar foot!” she said, waving them out of the house.

“Nanaaa,” Tamara fussed with a whiny voice.

“Girl, hush.” Nana Sylvia said.

“Always,” Erik chuckled before he looked down at Tamara, guiding her down the porch steps.

Nana Sylvia waited in the door until they were both safe in his flashy sports car. It’s so black Tamara couldn’t see it until they were standing right in front of it. Erik took her jacket and held her door open as she slipped inside. He shut the door softly and like lighting he was on the drivers side and entering. His car had that new car smell and it was so pristine. The leather seat was warm and molded into her body comfortably. He kindly turned on the AC and she buckled herself in.

Erik took off and Tamara loved how smooth the car drove. Like the tires were gliding on water. Smokestack Lightning played from the Bluetooth in his car and Tamara glanced over at the way he drove one-handed with his left hand while his other hand rested in his lap. She gripped her clutch tightly in her lap, trying to find a way to break the ice.

“I’m sorry I’m not dressed to your liking,” Tamara said sarcastically, staring straight ahead of her.

Erik came to a slow halt in the woods just a mile from the road.

“Who said all that?” Erik asked, his voice very gentle.

“You looked at me like I did something wrong by wearin’ this dress, Erik,” Tamara snapped.

“I’m just doubting my ability to get ya’ in and out without having to kill someone who wants ya’.”

Tamara slowly turned to look at Erik.

“You’re being sarcastic.” She turned her gaze back in front of her again but her heart was racing.

Suddenly, Erik’s hand gripped her chin, forcing her to turn and look at him.

“Do I look like I am?” Erik asked.

His dark eyes were wide and unblinking.

“No…” Tamara admitted.

“Then accept what I say.”

He let go of her chin and Tamara sat back in her seat while he resumed driving.

“So…ya’ like it then?” Tamara asked with a small voice.

Erik licked his lips and then stole a look at her dress before turning his attention back onto the road.

“I love the dress. A lot.”

His eyes went to her again and he scanned her body from head to toe. He took a deep breath in and released it slowly. Tamara glanced over at his lap and she noticed that he was clenching his right fist.

“Thank you.”

“Ya’ welcome,” Erik shifted his hips. “What are ya’ wearing on ya’ skin?”

“Huh?” Tamara touched the side of her neck with her fingertips, “Oh, oh uh…Tom Ford. Lost Cherry.”

“That scent was made for ya’. It enhances your natural pheromones…”

Tamara jumped slightly when Erik pressed his face into her neck and inhaled. Her eyes flashed to the road and he was driving in a straight line to her surprise. He reselfaced and his eyes were low like he was on a super high. Tamara pulled down the mirror above her to apply more gloss to her lips. The choice of music went from blues to R&B and Tamara admired his taste in music. He’d been around long enough to experience it all.

“Can we roll the windows down? I’d like fresh air if that’s okay…please?”

“I gotcha,” Erik switched off the AC and brought the front two windows all the way down, “good?”

“Perfect,” Tamara’s long spirals blew in the wind and in her face. She smiled to herself, a surge of confidence overcoming her.

“What are ya’ smilin’ ‘bout?” Erik asked with a smile of his own.

“Nothingggg,” Tamara smoothed hair from her eyes.

“Do I have to get it out of ya, little one?”

“How will you do that?” She turned to look at him.

Erik simply placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed it gently. Tamara’s back stiffened and she looked down at his hand. She knew he could grip her harder than that, and the thought turned her on. He started stroking her inner thigh and she gasped. He caught that.

“Are ya’ gon’ tell me, baby girl?” His black eyes fell on her and he arched a single thick brow.

“…Okay,” She rolled her eyes, “I like that you like what I’m wearing…I like that I made ya’ happy.”

“Why was that so hard to say, Tammy?”

“I don’t know,” She blushed.

“I make ya’ nervous, Sugar?”

It wasn’t a question.

And why did Sugar sound so good Rolling off his tongue?

Tamara didn’t respond.

“It’s okay. You make me nervous too.”

Tamara didn’t believe that for a second. She looked at him with an accusatory stare. Erik caught her looking and cracked a dimpled smile.

“Seriously. It’s hard for me to act normal around ya’. I’ve never had this close of a relationship with a human in over eighty years. I’m constantly in my head, trying to impress ya’, tryna’ fight ma’ urges…”

Tamara let his words sink in. She didn’t know vampires could get nervous. She smiled again knowing that she made Erik nervous. This vampire sitting next to her.

“We’re not so different,” Erik smirked.

Tamara suddenly had the courage to kiss him. She leaned over in her seat and pecked Erik’s cheek. He blinked twice rapidly as if brought out of hypnosis and looked at her. She giggled and shook her head before turning her body fully in her seat. Tamara slipped her feet out of her sandals and brought her feet up to rest on his dashboard but paused when she realized what she was about to do.

“I’m sorry—”

“It’s alright—”

“I’m so used to doin’ it in Lloyd’s truck—”

“Put ya’ pretty feet up there, I don’t care.” Erik said.

“Ya’ sure?”

“Yes.”

Tamara stretched her legs. She noticed Erik admiring her toes with nails painted white and a gold anklet with the letter E on it.

“Thank ya’ for the kiss. But it wasn’t exactly the kiss that I wanted.” Erik said.

“You’re driving right now and I didn’t want to distract ya’ too much,” Tamara replied.

Erik pulled over on the side of the road and put the car in park. Without a word or a warning, he was out of the car and on Tamara’s side within one breath. She watched as he opened her door and held his hand out for her to take. After slipping on her heels, Tamara grasped his hand with a curious look on her face. Erik shut the door and walked her around to the trunk of the car. In a black night that hugged the skin, that brought full comfort to the soul, the headlights became like lighthouse beams.

“What are we doin’ out here, Erik?” Tamara questioned with an ethereal voice.

Her back is towards the car and he’s standing in front of her. He’s so close now that her ass bumped the trunk and she realized that he’d trapped her. She looked him in the eyes, waiting with bated breath. Erik’s hands molded into her waist and then he lifted her to sit on the trunk.

“I want a proper kiss.” Erik said.

“We’re wasting time.”

“Not when I own that motherfucka’…”

Tamara tilted her head in thought. What was there to think about?

“I’m trying to decide if you deserve it—”

Erik had his hand in her hair and his lips on hers. Tamara gripped his biceps and squeezed, her body leaning forward to press against his chest. Erik’s hands moved to cup her face and their heads swiveled from left to right. His tongue swiped her bottom lip to grant him access into her sweet mouth and she parted her lips for him to divulge.

The pouty softness of her bottom lip against the plumpness of his upper lip sent shock waves through her. The evening breeze blew her curls into Erik’s eyes and his locs fell over his forehead from the movement. Tamara broke the kiss and Erik’s eyes noticed how swollen her lips were. He could taste her gloss on his lips and tongue and their eyes met with emotions so strong words couldn’t describe.

“Maybe we should…get goin’,” Tamara said with a feathery voice.

Erik could hear her heart pumping through her chest. With his enhanced night vision, he could see the perspiration clinging to her exposed skin and the stiffness of her nipples. If only he had X-ray vision. Her hair is shiny; like black silk and she smelled like sweet almond milk and cherries.

“Why are ya’ in such a rush, Tammy?” Erik asked.

“I–I’m not.”

Erik gave her a disbelieving look with a smirk, “it’s just kissin’, baby girl. I promise I’ll excuse my hands and…other things…until ya’ give me the green light.”

He heard the tremble in her breath.

“Ya’ seem to enjoy our kissing a lot so,” Erik took one of her curls and wrapped it around his finger, “Ya’ want more?” His lips were so close to hers, “‘Cause I do.”

Tammy closes the space between them and with her arms around his shoulders she takes the lead. Erik’s right arm came around Tamara’s waist and her back arched, pressing her soft chest against his vigorous chest. As she nibbled on his bottom lip, Erik’s right hand smoothed down her back until he picked her up to straddle him. The split in her body con dress made it easier for her legs to come around his tapered waist. Both of his hands palmed her ass and his rigid dick would have caressed her sex if it wasn’t for him sitting her back down on the car. She would have been so ready to take him with how wet she is. He could smell her arousal and it was just as sweet.

“Ya’ right, let’s go.” Erik said between breaths.

His fangs had materialized during their kissing session and Tamara hadn’t noticed. She was having a hard time catching her own breath.

“Okay,” She smoothed her hair from her face.

She couldn’t hide her disappointment.

“Patience, baby,” Erik said, stroking her chin.

His fangs popped back in and Erik picked Tamara up and spun her around before dropping her to her feet quickly. She gasped, staring up at him flustered until a bright smile graced her face.

“I can’t stay mad at you for long,” She admitted.

“I wouldn’t want you to. It breaks my undead heart,” Erik replied jokingly.

They got back in the car and resumed their drive to Crimson Mist with his hand on her thigh and her feet on his dash.

Crimson Mist, the vampire bar and nightclub, was located on Bourbon Street. It was situated within an alleyway and secluded. The name of the place was spelled out in jazzy red neon above the door, and the facade was painted black, with a red door providing color contrast.

Erik walked around to open Tamara’s door, and he helped her out with one hand while shutting the door with the other. With an arm around her waist, Erik guided Tamara towards the entrance where two bouncers were carding people before entering. When they noticed Erik approaching, one of them opened the door for him to enter. She could sense that those men were both vampires and Erik detected her nervousness.

They were standing in a little boxy entrance hall with red lights.

“Breathe, Tammy,” Erik whispered into her hair, “Stick to my side at all times.”

Past a black velvet drape, Tamara got her first comprehensive look at Crimson Mist’s interior. Everything was black and red. The walls were covered with upholstered paneling that reminded Tamara of sound proof foam. There are two bars on each side of the club, a stage for entertainment and another stage with a throne chair situated on it. Random stripper poles with beautiful women twirling from them. The music was deafening, the people were dressed in leather, chains and whips. The lighting was dim, of course, nothing unusual about that.

Vampire groupies and tourists were among the majority of patrons and it made it easier to distinguish the undead from the living. Some of the living looked ridiculous with their capes, fake fangs, and painted blood. They were extraordinary, and extraordinarily pathetic. The undead were like real jewels in a bin of rhinestones. They mostly favored dark clothes too, but were more interesting.

With Erik still clinging to her, Tamara continued to look around with interest and amazement and some distaste. All eyes were on them, probably because of Erik. He leaned down to whisper to her.

“You look like a white candle in a coal mine.”

Tamara giggled, and then they strolled through the scattered crowd of people to the bar. There was a never ending supply of alcohol on fancy glass shelves behind the bar and Tamara could also see bottled blood either refrigerated or warm in cases for the vampires. The laminated menu attached to the sticky bar top in black marble had signature drinks like a bloodthirsty martini or a blood orange margarita. Tamara ordered a Fangria and accepted the drink from a smiling bartender that showed his fangs. Tamara returned a nervous smile.

“How’s it going, boss?” The bartender asked. “This pretty thing is your meal for tonight?” He nodded towards Tamara as he put her drink on the bar for her.

“This is Tamara,” Erik pulled her closer to him, “She has some questions to ask tonight. I figured I’d bring her along to see if she can get the answers she desires.”

Tamara looked up at Erik with a slight frown.

“Anything, beautiful,” the Indian bartender with long coal black hair looked at her with hungry eyes.

“Do you know anything about these two women,” Tamara retrieved her phone from her clutch, presenting the photos to the bartender, “Or this man here,” She pulled up a photo of Lloyd.

“Yes, to the women, no to the man, though he looks delicious,” said the bartender, smiling at her again, “Is that your husband?”

“No. That’s my brother. I just wanted to know if he’d been around here with any of these women. Have ya’ noticed any men around these women?”

“…that’s something I wouldn’t know,” he replied quickly, his face closing down, “that’s something we don’t notice here. You won’t either. Ain’t that right, boss?”

Tamara looked up at Erik again and he had an expression with practiced control.

“Thank you,” Tamara said politely, realizing she’d broken a rule. It was dangerous to ask who left with whom, evidently, “I appreciate it. Thanks for the drink.”

The bartender looked at Tamara considerably.

“Let me see the girls again,” he pointed at the photo of Dawn’s picture, “that one, she wanted to die.”

Tamara leaned in to speak closer. Erik stood behind her now, both hands on her waist.

“How do ya’ know?”

“Everyone who comes here does, to one extent or another,” he said matter-of-factly. Tamara could tell he took that for granted. “That's what we are. Death.”

He chuckled and Erik joined in on the laugh. Tamara shuddered. Erik’s arm found its way on her arm, drawing her away to a vacated booth. Tamara pulled her arm away from him, clearly irritated, and just then she was blocked by a statuesque woman covered in tattoos and wearing a black lace shawl with bell sleeves, a black corskirt that hugged her curves, and a patent leather black clincher. Her hair was styled similar to those pinup girls from the 40s and her bold red lipstick made her lips look sultry.

“Finally brought your play thing to the establishment. How sweet.”

Tamara arched a brow at Lana and she was ready to say something just as unpleasant but Erik cut her off.

“Lana, this is Tamara. Didn’t get the chance to speak last time with everything that happened.” Erik said.

“I don’t recall wanting to speak to her last time,” Lana cocked her head to the side, challenging Tamara to say anything with her deadly stare.

“Lana,” Erik’s eyes narrowed and his voice went deep, “Do I have to remind you of our discussion earlier?”

Lana’s demeanor changed with one look from Erik and a bright smile replaced her face. She gave Tamara a flirty wave that Tamara didn’t return because she could see that Lana was only playing nice because Erik told her so.

“Can’t return the gesture? Let me find out this sweet little fragile thang ain’t so sweet.” Lana teased.

“I don’t do well with fakes,” Tamara replied.

Lana’s brows rose with humor and her beautiful smile with sharp white fangs didn’t seem to affect Tamara. Erik was losing patients with her disrespect and from the way Erik looked, Tamara didn’t want to stick around to see what he had planned for his progeny.

“Trust, the feeling is mutual.” Lana replied.

Lana strutted away from them to the throne chair that Tamara gathered belonged to Erik. She left Erik standing there and slid into the booth. He joined her and sat across from her, his pitch black eyes scanning the room before they came to a stop on her.

“This is reality, Tammy.” Erik said.

“Do you think I came here with you to die? Because I didn’t,” Tamara argued.

Erik laughed, and if it wasn’t for her anger towards him, she would have folded. The smile and the dimples get her every time.

“What’s so funny? You knew I wasn’t going to get any answers coming here, didn’t you?”

“…And ya’ knew that yourself. Love the determination by the way, nice touch,” Erik smirked.

“You really get on my nerves,” Tamara glared at Erik.

Erik laughed harder, “Not so fast, baby girl. We just had a moment not too long ago. You want me to give ya’ a reminder?”

Tamara kissed her teeth and Erik puckered his lips to mimic their kissing followed by a deep chuckle. Tamara rolled her eyes at his childishness.

“C’mon, fuck those dead women. You know ya’ brother ain’t do that shit. Let’s just enjoy the night.”

“And you, right?” Tamara said.

“And me. We had this discussion two nights ago, baby girl. Finish your drink off so I can get ya’ a new one.”

“So, what is this then? A date? You didn’t even properly ask me on a date to even consider this a date—”

“It’s a way for you to see my world a lot closer. And for the record, princess, I would never bring ya’ here for a date.” Erik quipped.

“I don’t even think you know how to date,” Tamara fired back.

Erik slipped in beside her now, boxing her in. Tamara refused to look at him as best as she could.

“This isn’t the place to take a woman like you on a date. You deserve more than this. Just because I own it, doesn’t mean I like it.”

Tamara stared at Erik confused, “What?”

Erik exhaled frustratingly, “The only reason that I own this bar is because I have to. The vampire government forced me to. They wanted me to come up with a way to welcome humans for entertainment and fun. I’m bored with all of this…”

“Then sell it,” Tamara said, “Have ya’ thought about that?”

“Yes. But I would prefer that the vampire hierarchy not track my every move. This gives them a way to be distracted. Everything that goes on here stays here. That’s the rule. As long as I follow that rule, I’m all good.”

“What constitutes fun for you then?”

Erik’s eyes scanned Tamara’s body. She finished off the rest of her drink, the blossoming warmth of the alcohol spreading through her.

“Going for a long drive, flying, visiting a museum, cooking, reading, dancing…just to name a few…”

Tamara’s icy demeanor melted away. She was interested in knowing more about him besides the fact that he’s an attractive vampire.

Flying?” Tamara asked.

“Yeah,” Erik smirked, “It’s a rush.”

“I–I didn’t know vampires could fly.”

“We can do a lot of things,” Erik said with a half smirk.

“Then why drive?”

“When I’m with a human, I’d prefer to drive. Flying with you looking all pretty would be a disaster.”

Tamara giggled, “How considerate of you. Flying sounds peaceful.”

“I can show ya’ one night. Take you up into the clouds so you can see Louisiana from above.”

Tamara’s hazel eyes went wide with excitement. Erik couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on his face. She’s so adorable.

“I’m scared!” Tamara giggles, “I’ve never even been on a plane.”

“You’ll love it.” Erik took one of Tamara’s hands, staring at her nails.

“You said cook…”

Erik licked his lips, “Yes.”

“Were you a chef?”

“I was a food artisan. My parents had their own shop where we would sell our own items.”

“…so that means you could cook for me?”

“I will cook for you. I can tell ya’ when something is undercooked or overcooked. I could tell ya’ when something is toxic for ya’ to consume. I know what flavors work well together, how to make wine…better than most of these people who call themselves chefs.”

The music was loud and aggressive and it had everyone crowding the dance floor. The pole dancers worked over time to entertain everyone. Bottle girls went around to supply more drinks, and Tamara had a few more herself. She was too shy to ask Erik for a dance. But she could see that he wanted to. Three Six Mafia had the whole club banging.

A fang-banger with a banging body and a perfect weave approached their booth. Tamara was half-hidden by Erik finishing her drink, but still, they’d all seen him enter with her. She was gorgeous, like those models in music videos. She bent across the table with her titties almost popping out to get her mouth about two inches from Erik.

“Hi, dangerous,” She said with a sultry voice. She tapped Erik’s bottled blood with a long acrylic fingernail painted scarlet, “I have the real stuff.” She stroked her neck to make sure he got the point, “Why don’t you come with me so you can have a taste?”

Tamara took a deep breath to control her temper. Erik was her date. She waited to see what he would say and if it was anything other than turning down her advances, Tamara was leaving. She wanted to mush her in the face but she held absolutely still so she wouldn’t give Erik any cues on what she wanted.

“Ya’ don’t see that I’m with someone? Just actin’ all bold coming over here?” Erik said with narrow eyes.

“She doesn't have any puncture marks on her neck,” the girl observed, acknowledging Tamara’s presence finally with an amused look as if Tamara being next to a vampire was a joke. As if she didn’t belong at Crimson Mist.

“Like I said, I’m with her.” Erik said, his voice not so gentle this time. He grabbed Tamara’s hand and rubbed it with his thumb, “I’m sure you’ll find what ya’ want somewhere else.”

“They say you have a big dick to match those big fangs,” She licked her lips.

Tamara gawked at the girl. Erik wasn’t her man but the nerve of this bitch to boldly say that in front of her. Erik chuckled and it irritated Tamara. What the fuck is so funny?

“Don’t matter what you heard. You ain’t gettin’ nothing from me.” Erik said.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” She sat up, rolling her eyes at Tamara.

“Yes I do,” Erik said.

The girl kissed her teeth and stumbled away.

“You okay?” Erik turned to check on Tamara.

“Yeah.” Tamara looked down at her empty glass.

“Want another drink?” Erik asked.

“Sure.”

Erik didn’t have to get up from his seat. He just raised his arm and a server; a human from what it looked like with bite marks on her neck as well, rushed over. She was hypnotized by Erik’s presence and Erik had to repeat the order to her. She hurried away and Tamara noticed more women looking towards the direction of their booth, even men.

“You haven’t said anything since that chick came over to the table,” Erik said.

“There’s nothing to say,” Tamara replied, with great self-control.

“Why’s that?”

Tamara exhaled, “I shouldn’t have to say anything. You handled it respectfully and that’s all there is to it.”

Erik smirked, “You could have sent her on her way.”

“I’m not the one to get into petty fights with a woman no matter how disrespectful she was. And I wanted to see how you would handle it. I would have been gone if it was the other way around, Erik. You should be happy about that.”

“I am happy. And you’re the only girl I want, Tammy.”

Tamara’s stomach did somersaults.

“Do you want me wit’ you?” Erik asked her in a hushed tone that was similar to a ghostly whisper.

The hard planes of his body pressed into Tamara’s much smaller one, blocking her against the wall of the booth. The dim light above them made his skin glow and his perfect face was close to hers.

“What do you think?” Tamara looked from his lips to his eyes.

“Ma, I’m asking you,” Erik arched a brow, “That vampire over there scanned you twice.”

“You’re teasing me,” Tamara looked towards the direction Erik was focused on.

The vampire he indicated was handsome, in fact, radiant; a faded cut with green eyes, tall and broad shouldered, sepia skin without fault and iridescent. He was wearing boots, jeans, and a vest. He had this vicious look in his eyes and when Tamara looked up at Erik he had the same look but it scared Tamara more.

“His name is Dean,” Erik said.

“How old is he?”

“I’ve known him since the 20s. I’m the oldest vampire in this bar.”

“He looks mean. Why is he glaring at me?”

Erik chuckled, “We’re all mean, Tamara. Very strong and very violent. And he’s glaring because he’s trying to control himself from coming over here and taking you away from me. He knows that won’t happen.”

Dean gave Erik a mischievous smirk and started towards them as if gliding across the floor. Tamara’s breath hitched and Erik didn’t move. Dean took a seat across from Erik and Tamara with a bottle of True Blood in his hand.

“Erik. I expected to see you sitting on your throne.”

“Not tonight. I’m here with this beautiful girl.”

“Hmm, I can see that,” Dean smirked handsomely at Tamara, “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Tamara.”

“Ooo, I like that. And you smell,” Dean’s green eyes sparkled with intensity, “Delicious.”

“She’s mine.” Erik snapped.

Dean stared at him with annoyance.

“I didn’t come over here to take her from you, Erik. I know she’s yours. Every vampire in here knows. That’s why none of us came over here to take her ourselves. But I can’t deny a sexy woman when I see one.”

Tamara blushes. She tucked her chin bashfully at Dean’s compliment. He’s definitely a smooth talker. Erik was smoldering. Tamara’s hand on his arm kept him under control.

“I want to ask Dean a question if that’s okay?”

Erik’s jaw clenched, “Go ‘head.”

“Have you seen either of these women in this bar?”

Dean studied the pictures with his thumb grazing his bottom lip. Erik wasn’t going to take his eyes off of Dean. He knew exactly what he was capable of.

“I have been with this one,” Dean said coolly, tapping Dawn’s picture. “She liked pain.”

Dean shot a glance at Erik and there was an unspoken bond there that Tamara was curious about.

“This one here,” he flicked his finger at Maudette’s picture, “was a pathetic creature.”

“Thanks,” Tamara put her phone away.

“Erik, why haven’t you brought your friend around before?” Dean asked.

“Me and Erik are new friends,” Tamara responded with a bright smile to him, seeing that Erik was too irritated to speak.

“Aren’t you so sweet,” Dean observed.

“Not especially,” Tamara said.

Dean stared at her with surprise.

“Well, then maybe you should bring your new friend around more often. If she can handle Crimson Mist, she can handle anything.”

Dean reached for Tamara’s hand and Erik’s hand zipped past her to grab a hold of Dean’s throat. Dean laughed and Erik’s fangs popped out making him look like a true monster. Tamara had a hand pressed to her chest and she was frozen in fear. The speed at which they move will never get old to her. Erik squeezed down on Dean’s neck and slammed him against the table, standing above him. Dean hisses at Erik with his sharp fangs.

“She’s…mine. If ya’ don’t want to lose your head, I suggest you keep your fuckin’ hands to ya’ self.” Erik warned Dean with an animalistic growl.

“Erik…it’s okay, calm down,” Tamara said with a soothing voice.

Erik let go and Dean stood up with a smirk. Tamara was given a full on view of his perfect six pack and the v-cut of his waistline. The table had a crack in it and Dean’s bottle of True Blood was knocked over. Dean dipped his head in farewell at Tamara and glided into the crowd, disappearing from sight. He didn't want to stick around. It seemed as if everyone was immune to violence in Crimson Mist.

“You seem to be telling everyone that I’m yours,” Tamara muttered.

“It’s vampire tradition,” Erik explained again with annoyance, “If I pronounce you mine, no one else can try to feed on you.”

“Feed on me, that’s a delightful phrase,” Tamara said sharply.

“I’m protecting you,” Erik said, his voice not quite as neutral as usual.

“I don’t need—”

She was stopped short. Erik took her by the chin and he turned her head to him. He looked so hard into her eyes that she thought she had tunnels burned into her brain.

“You don’t need protection? Is that what you were gonna say?”

“…I was, but then I thought about how you saved my life. And how this killer is murdering women who associate with vampires in any way.”

“…And you shouldn’t have to worry because I’m going to protect you. No one is going to hurt you, Tammy. I promise that. Do ya’ hear me?”

Tamara exhaled a shaky breath and then nodded her head in response. That wasn’t enough for Erik.

“Words?” Erik said.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Tamara glanced at the people at the bar dancing and drinking and on the verge of hooking up.

“Is that really the only thing on their minds?” Tamara said with a roll of her eyes.

“What are they thinking?” Erik questioned.

“Sex, sex, sex.”

Every single person in that bar had sex on the brain.

“What are you thinking about, Tamara?”

“Not sex.”

“Ya lyin’ to me?” Erik asked with a playful look.

“I was thinking about dancing but I don’t know if I should.”

Erik stood up from the booth and took off his moto jacket. He held out his hand for Tamara to take and she did. He led her out of the booth and to the dance floor. The sea of people parted for them and they found a spot in the middle of the dance floor under red lights.

Rihanna- Work had everyone moving their hips and when Tamara heard her new favorite song it was like liquid adrenaline being injected right into her bloodstream — just enough to make her tingle and start to move her own hips. She wound her hips in a circle, her arms came up and she felt loose and sexy. Erik stood there watching her with commanding eyes and a half smirk that showcased a deep dimple. His skin beneath the lights looked warm to the touch and the contours of his muscular arms had Tamara wishing he would wrap them around her.

While some danced, others stood around watching her move like a temptress with her hands in her hair and her slim-thick body moving with explosive sensuality. Tamara got so lost in the song that she felt as if she were the only one there. She threw her head back and did a little two step, eyes closed and a bite of her bottom lip. When Drake’s verse came up, Tamara placed her hands on her thighs and dipped her hips down to the floor where she did a little slow whine.

Erik came up behind Tamara and held his hand out so he could guide her back up. She threw her head back to get the hair out of her eyes and giggled when she locked eyes with Erik’s intense expression. The song switched to PARTYNEXTDOOR- Wus Good/Curious

Good, lovin, feel so, numb

Ride me, 'til I'm, 'bout to, cum

I see, you are, 'bout to, clim-

-Ax so, oh, girl, don't be, shy

Is you ready?

Is you ready, baby?

You seem ready

You seem ready, baby

Girl tonight I won't be selfish

It is all for you (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Girl, my bad, I just can't help it (just can't help it)

Girl, you taste so…

Tamara faced Erik and he took her by the hand, twirling her so that her back was against his torso. Tamara could feel the powerfulness of his body against her feeble frame. She went still, allowing him to guide her movements. One of his cool hands came around to rest on her lower belly and he brought her left arm up to drape over his shoulder. He started doing a slow yet rhythmic two step and with the hand on her stomach he guided her to follow his movements.

He pressed his face into her neck and Tamara’s heart pounded with nervous excitement. He exhaled through his mouth and then inhaled deeply through his nose and her eyes fluttered shut. The pressure from his hand forced her bubble butt to press into his crotch. The two step transitioned into Erik grinding on her, forcing Tamara to follow the motion of his hips. His free hand wrapped delicately around her neck, using his finger tips to stroke over her pulse. She felt the crotch of her black lace thong grow wetter.

Hey, shawty, this what I'm here for, I'm ready (I'm ready)

Are you downtown when I'm round town, I'm ready (I'm ready)

Girl, just let me know what's good

Girl, you're beautiful

They won't know, they won't know what we do

Girl, you're beautiful

No, no, they won't know what we do…

The DJ did a dope mix and PARTYNEXTDOOR- Break From Toronto changed the slow motion movements to more of a bend over and pop that ass. Tamara turned to face Erik and she had her arms around his neck and they started grinding their hips against each other. Vibing to the song with smiles on their faces and their foreheads pressed together.

That smile on your face

Makes it easy to trust you

Those in- (yeah), those in- (yeah, oh), those in- (yeah, oh)

This what 'Sauga feel like in the night time (ooh)

Watch what she do when the light shine (ooh)

Drunk niggas tryna talk in the strip club

Shawty silhouette looks like a dollar sign (ooh)

Caught-caught up (caught up)

That's just how a nigga brought up (brought up)

Blow ones for you loonie ass niggas (ass niggas)

Straight bills for you toonie ass niggas (ass niggas)

M-M-My niggas bigger than the bouncer

Roll up in the bitch still smell like an ounce (like a ounce)

Right quick, right quick

Tight jeans on, so she feels my shit, ayy (feel my shit)

Tell me somethin' good, baby

Tell me somethin', tell me somethin' good, shawty (yeah)

Come bring it to the hood, baby

Bring it-bring it back to hood, shawty (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Tamara suddenly becomes bashful and hides her face against Erik’s chest. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

“Why are you acting so shy right now, baby girl?”

“I’ve never done this–dancing on a guy before!”

“C’mere…”

The song changed to something Tamara wasn’t familiar with but it was definitely bounce music. Erik knew the song and he grabbed Tamara by her hips, turning her again and he arched her back. She gasped in shock, one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder keeping her in that position. It was more of an ass shaking song. Jealous, envious women watched Tamara twerk on Erik, wishing it were them being bent over.

Tamara looked back at him and his lips parted and she could see his fangs. His tongue dragged over the pointy tips, lips looking moist, eyes unblinking and scanning her body dangerously. She flipped her hair over and brought one hand above her head, ass bouncing on his stiffness poking her in the booty. She swayed her hips with each bounce, feeling tipsy and getting lost in the music, mistaking his iron hard dick for a nonexistent belt. Erik held her hand up and let her do her thing, tilting his head to watch the way her ass moved in that cinching dress.

“Damn,” Erik spoke gruffly against her ear,“you got some ass on you, girl…best fuckin’ dancer I’d ever seen.”

Tamara blushes, “Thank you!”

“I ain’t know you could make it move like that, ma!”

“Now you know!” Tamara shouted over the music.

When the song was over, Tamara couldn’t look Erik in the eye. He was all over her. He pulled her into his embrace with a hand on her ass and his other hand smoothing her hair out of her face. He brought his lips to her ear, the hand on her ass now rubbing up and down her back.

“You wanna get outta here?” He whispered in her ear.

She looked up at him with a bat of her lashes. He had a hungry look in his eyes.

“Yeah…” she spoke with a feathery voice.

They had driven back to Tamara’s home already, but Erik had Tamara straddling him in his back seat. They had been kissing for a while now, Erik’s white beater off and the straps to Tamara’s dress hanging from her shoulders. He had her hair in his right fist and his left hand rubbing all over her ass. Tamara combed her fingers through his locs, amazed at how soft his hair is. Heads swiveling from left to right and they couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Erik,” Tamara looked down at him, “I want you too.”

Erik’s onyx eyes blazed with desire. He pulled her in and his lips found hers again. Harder, wetter, and maybe this could lead to even more. Tamara wanted it badly and Erik wanted it more than her. He’d been waiting to have her. Waiting for his moment to make her his. He was so close. She still needed to open up, and Tamara wasn’t an easy girl. He loved that about her.

Tamara broke the kiss again which frustrated Erik.

“I have to go. I didn’t expect to be out this late.”

“Work?”

Tamara nodded her head solemnly.

“Call out,” Erik tilted his head at her with a bite of his lower lip, “For me?”

“I can’t. I picked this shift up.” Tamara whined.

“What shift is it, Tammy?”

“…night.”

Erik kisses his teeth, “Aight, ma. How ‘bout I come see ya’ tomorrow? We can go for a drive…I’m staying here for the weekend to check on my new place…”

Tamara looked at him with confusion, “New place?”

“A smaller home away from home basically. St. Tammany is where I wanna have a private place for myself. I purchased a home right across the cemetery and it’s being fixed up as we speak.”

“Do you have other homes all over the world?” Tamara asked.

“I do…one in Jamaica, Haiti, Cuba, Nigeria, LA, New York, Miami, St. Thomas…”

“Wow.” Tamara was amazed.

“Hm,” Erik chuckled, “I’d like to show you them one day…”

“Tamara climbed off of Erik’s lap and sat next to him. He refused to let her open her own door. He left the car and jogged around to open the door for her, holding his hand out for her to take. Erik picked her up and twirled her around again before placing her on her feet.

“Goodnight, Tammy,” Erik whispered before giving her one last kiss.

Tamara stood on her tip toes and rested her cheek against his for a moment.

“Thanks for taking me.”

Erik grabbed her hand, swinging it as they walked up to the house. Within the porch, Tamara opened her door while Erik waited for her to make it inside. She looked back at him over her shoulder and waved, Erik returning the gesture. Tamara closed her door and pressed her back against it.

Meanwhile, Erik was driving to his nearly finished home. It was an Acadian style home which is a true representation of the Louisiana style homes. Influenced by French and Canadian styles, these houses feature steeply pitched roofs with dormer windows, and large covered porches or galleries, often wrapping around the house. Acadian homes often have raised foundations to help protect from flooding, and the exteriors have shutters and decorative brackets. Interiors often have high ceilings with exposed wood beams, and are designed for open, airy living in the hot and humid Louisiana climate.

The interior is old world gothic and Victorian while his other home is more minimalist with steel. He had a new coffin for Lana and himself installed in the basement while the rooms had beds with automatic windows that were timed to open during nightfall. Truthfully, Erik purchased this home secretly to be away from the other vampires and Tia. He wanted to spend time with Tamara as much as he could without everyone knowing where he was. Lana much preferred the other home, so Erik would only spend time there if work was needed to be done.

He walked around the luxury double-staircase foyer with optimism, the polished maple hardwood beneath his feet causing his footsteps to sound more pronounced. Deep purple, black, and gray decorated the first level. Each of the five bed rooms has its own complimentary color such as maroon, and navy blue but black will always be the main scheme. He had a feeling Tamara didn’t like his home back in New Orleans because it held a memory she didn’t want to recall. They could make new memories here.

Erik took a seat on a black sofa throne chair in solid mahogany wood, Crystal tufting, and a gloss black finish. His black fireplace was handcrafted to look like skulls giving it a more haunting look. He reminisced about the evening, unable to stop himself from smiling. Tamara looked stunning. He loved when she dressed up. He couldn’t get over how beautiful her hair is. She looked amazing. Dancing with her made him feel alive again. Kissing her made him fall in love with the act all over again. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he will be patient.

Erik wanted the time to be right for her. She’s a virgin and that made it harder for Erik to give into his urges. He’ll have plenty of time to fuck her, but first he needed to take things slow and ease her into what sex with him will be like. Erik stood up to head up the stairs to the master bedroom. When he entered the room decorated in black and gold, Erik activated the automatic windows all over the home and undressed. Naked, he climbed in bed beneath the silk black sheets and stared up at the high ceiling.

Erik shut his eyes and a sensation overcame him. Eyes remaining closed, Erik could sense Tamara dreaming. It was like a deep psychological bond and he could feel it growing stronger. Since Tamara drank his blood the night he saved her life, it created an eternal bond/spirit union between them. He can feel the strong sexual and romantic energy, and it was difficult for him not to go to her and fulfill what she truly desires.

He couldn’t see exactly what she was dreaming about, and he desperately wished he could. She was in distress, tossing and turning, unable to peacefully sleep because of the nature of her sex dreams.

Mmmmmahhhhunh…

Erik’s eyes shot open.

Was this really a dream or…

Erik…Erik…Erik…

He sat up, silk sheets pooling around his toned hips.

Erik rolled his neck. Every muscle in his body flexed.

Yes…right there…don’t stop…please…

He couldn’t take it.

Erik was out of his bed and with only his jeans on, he sped out of the house and across the cemetery to Tamara’s.

Back at Tamara’s, within her bedroom, evening air trickling in, Tamara is dressed in a white babydoll lingerie nightgown, her curls resting on top of her head with a satin scrunchie. The cotton sheets are kicked to the foot of the bed, her legs spread open and one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. Hard nipples pointed to the ceiling, Tamara has her eyes closed, envisioning her vampire between her legs devouring her. The way he moved his tongue over hers when they kissed let her know that he knew how to use it well.

“Fuck,” Tamara moaned softly.

She brought two fingers down to her entrance and sank them deeply inside. She couldn’t believe how wet she was. Tamara sat up on one elbow, knees to her chest, toes curled, and bottom lip between her teeth.

Visions of his black eyes staring up at her from between her legs has her walls quivering.

“Eat me…taste me…”

She felt her body begin to tense up. Tamara’s mouth dropped open and she came all over her fingers unexpectedly. She needed more. That was her second orgasm and she knew she could give more.

“I can’t stop…” she moaned.

This is the most she’d ever masturbated.

“I’m so wet for you…”

Just when she was about to attack her clit with her fingers again, she could hear a sound at her window. Sitting up, Tamara fixed her nightgown and climbed down from her bed. Opening her curtains, she jumped back in shock at Erik looking up at her. He’d been throwing broken branches at her window.

“Erik?”

“Can I come up?” He asked.

Tamara looked from left to right before her eyes fell on him again.

“Yes. I’ll get the door—”

Erik had scaled the wall and crawled into the room.

Tamara was stunned.

“How did you?—”

Erik put a finger to her lips. He looked down at her through the curtain of locs against his forehead. Tamara noticed that he wasn’t wearing any shoes and he was shirtless. Erik inhaled and he followed the scent to Tamara’s fingers.

“Erik?—”

He grabbed her hand and sucked on her fingers. Tamara’s breath hitched. He sucked hard, Tamara growing weak in the knees.

“You taste…so good…”

He opened his eyes and Tamara could see a red ring around his pitch black irises.

Tamara looked up at Erik confused.

“I could hear you…playing with yourself.”

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Tamara looked away from him, embarrassed to even meet his piercing gaze.

“How? Were you standing outside my window the entire time?” She asked with a timid voice.

“Nah,” Erik touched her cheek, “Remember the night I saved your life?”

“Yes,” Tamara leaned into his touch.

“You drank my blood. When you do that, it creates a bond between the vampire and the human. It’s similar to the bond of a maker and progeny but the only difference is I can’t call on you.”

“Really?” Tamara was shocked, “So that means…”

“Yes,” Erik smirked, “I know you’ve been dreaming about me. At least up until now…”

Tamara sat down on her bed and Erik sat next to her.

“You were pleasuring yourself.” Erik said.

Tamara toyed with the lace trimming on her nightgown.

“I was,” She shot him a quick glance before looking back down, “This is so embarrassing.”

Erik scooted closer, lifting her chin.

“Tell me about your fantasy. Please?”

Tamara looked him in the eyes and exhaled.

“I was…fantasizing about you…between my legs…”

Her natural pheromones smelled so good it triggered his fangs to pop out. Tamara flinched slightly but soon she reached out to touch one of his fangs.

“Tamara,” Erik grabbed her hand, “Can I watch you?”

“W—watch me?” She felt her face heat up.

“I’ll sit right here and watch you touch yourself.”

After an internal struggle, she slowly laid back and nervously looked up at Erik.

“I can’t sleep when you keep moaning in my ear.” Erik said.

Tamara fixed the straps to her nightgown and one shaky hand came down to lift her nightgown. He couldn’t see her pussy when she dropped her legs open, but he could see the wetness she created in her white panties. She turned her head away from Erik, eyes closed while her fingers rubbed slow circles around her clit.

Erik sat there with his fists clenched, eyes low and his mouth watering to taste her. He’d never wanted a pussy in his mouth this bad since his wife. She smelled out of this word. A pleasant floral scent wafted from her skin and she smelled like honey in between. She whimpered, refusing to moan, and it frustrated Erik. He could see her hand moving rapidly. And Erik could hear how gushy and wet she was.

“Fuck, Tamara, you sound so sexy…it’s okay to moan…it’s just me and you in here…you look so beautiful…”

She turned her head towards him finally. The tops of her breasts were teasing his eyes. She was pleasantly horny and being such a naughty girl. She licked her lips at him and that pretty mouth fell open.

“That pussy is so wet…how do you want me to eat that pussy, baby?”

“I…”

Her legs shook and Erik grunted.

“That was my third orgasm.” Tamara giggled into her pillow.

“Take your panties off.”

Tamara sat up and slipped her panties off.

“Give them to me.”

She slid them over to Erik and he snatched them up, smelling the soaked crotch of her panties. She watched him, aroused at how much he loved her smell. He placed them within the pocket of his jeans and looked over at her. Tamara gained enough confidence to place her fingers against his lips. Erik licked them while his eyes were locked on hers.

“Tamara…”

She tilted her head at him. Erik’s cold hand reached out to stroke the gold anklet on her left ankle.

“What does the E stand for?”

“It’s for my middle name. Elicia.”

“That’s pretty,” His fingers dragged up the back of her calf, “pretty just like you…”

“Erik?”

“Just say the word, Tamara, and I’ll taste you. I’ll eat you and make you cum…”

She stared at him with desperation. Erik waited, his eyes searching hers.

“Yes,” She whispered.

Say less. Erik had her on her back in top speed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply, passionately, hungrily. Tamara raked her fingers through his locs, pulling on them whenever Erik would tongue her down. He used his fingers to gently pull the straps of her nightgown down one by one, revealing her c cup breasts with perfectly round areolas and small nipples. He studied them closely — every blemish, freckle, and mole.

“Beautiful,” Erik looked at her, “You’re beautiful, Tammy.”

He let her hair down and continued to trail his kisses down her neck. Tamara moaned softly, thrusting her chest up. Erik kisses down the side of her neck, over her jawline, between her breasts and then each nipple. Tamara cupped the back of his head when he finally wrapped his lips around a nipple. Her head went back and she whimpered repeatedly.

The pounding of her heart was deafening. Erik couldn’t stop it if he could. The veins in her breasts aided in the hardening of her nipples against his tongue. He imagined the taste of her blood on her breasts. The constant cries and whimpers had his dick so hard. Erik popped a nipple out of his mouth and Tamara looked down at him.

“Why did you stop?” She fussed between breaths.

“I want you to take this dress off…please?”

Erik wasn’t used to saying please.

“Okay,” Tamara sat up, breasts mouthwatering.

She lifted the nightgown over her head and sat it on the bed next to her. Erik’s eyes dragged down her body. She had the softest most delicate skin. The most beautiful brown skin. Erik could see the top of her pussy and it was completely hairless. Smooth like satin.

“Lay back for me, baby girl.”

Tamara made herself comfortable on her elbows. Erik was kneeling above her with her legs pressed together.

“I’m nervous,” Tamara admitted.

Erik kisses both of her knees to relax her.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. Open up for me, Tammy.”

She chewed on her bottom lip before spreading her thighs slowly. He could see her legs trembling. The more she opened her legs, the stronger the smell of her sex. It took all of his supernatural strength to hold back from forcing her legs open and pinning them back at the ankles with brunt force. He had to remind himself that she is inexperienced with this. He had to ease her into the pleasures.

When her legs finally fell open, Erik let out a deep groan. It was possible to have the most perfect pussy. Fat, juicy, and a work of art that needed to be a canvas painting in his room. The wishbone shape of her inner folds were engorged with her arousal and he could literally see the remnants of cum leaking from her tight opening. He could kiss this pussy all night long. He needed all that pink in his mouth right now.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm.”

Erik dipped his head between her legs and started kissing her outer lips. She watched him with curiosity, sweet moans filling the room. He resurfaced, looking up at her with deep desire.

“Thank you for giving me the honor to eat this beautiful pussy.” Erik said.

He used his entire mouth and began sucking. She’d never felt this before. It was intense. He sucked everywhere. She sat there on her elbows watching him with timid eyes and parted lips. Whenever he would suck on her clit, Tamara would whimper with a tremble of her inner thighs. His tongue flicked and dragged all over her pussy, loving the way it tasted.

“Please don’t stop,” Tamara whispered.

She placed one hand on the back of his head when he was back on her clit again. Tamara was startled by Erik tapping her wet entrance with his finger. She sounded like a puddle down there.

“Erik,” Tamara thrust her hips, tilting her pussy into his mouth further. He stopped sucking her clit to look at her.

“Whatchu want?” Erik asked.

Tamara looked anywhere but at him, “I want you to finger me…”

He really wanted to stuff her with some big dick.

“You gotta look at me and ask, Tammy.”

She looked at him, “I want you to finger me.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want.”

With his middle finger, he took his time sinking in. She instantly clamped down on his finger. When Erik went to pull his finger back before pushing it back in, her walls were acting like a suction. He could only imagine how that would feel on his dick. Mmm.

“You’re so tight, baby…”

He couldn’t believe how wet and tight she was. He tried adding his ring finger and Tamara hissed.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Your fingers are thicker than mine.”

“I’ll go slower.”

She relaxed as best as she could. Erik needed to add another finger. The more she opened up, the easier it would be to fit his dick in. He’s girthy with length and a fat tip to match. Too much for Tamara to handle right now.

“Tammy…you gotta keep your legs open and out of the way.”

Or I’ll do it for you

“I can’t help it–oh my goddess—”

He had two fingers knuckle deep. Erik wasted no time pumping. He kissed along her inner thighs and watched her face. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Her breasts were bouncing and her hair was frizzy and wild. She was mesmerizing.

“You are making a big fuckin’ mess on my fingers, baby…look at this pretty pussy.”

Tamara watched Erik finger her. In and out, in and out, she moaned his name and all over his hand she came. Erik savagely licked his hand and the cum from her pussy. Sitting up, Erik with his speed pinned her legs back. He smirked down at her before going in to eat her again.

“Erik,” Tamara moaned.

She didn’t want him to stop. He had her clit between his lips again and she could feel herself getting close again. His primal eyes were locked on her hazel eyes and it was the most erotic experience. He even did it when he flicked his tongue over her clit at top speed. It felt like a vibrator. She stared at him with tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks and a strangled moan escaping her mouth. Her toes flexed towards the ceiling and she began to convulse. Her struggling moans were music to his ears.

He stuck his tongue so far up her pussy, he sucked her up everywhere, he licked and licked until he covered every inch of that pussy. His fingers went deep and he sucked them dry just to do it again. His princess was famished. Erik looked at her with his lips dripping with her cum and what would make this even better is if he could only bite into her.

Sleep overcame her within seconds and Erik watched her sleep for an hour before he covered her with her blanket and kissed her cheek. She had enough for one night and needed her rest. He fixed his erection and patted his back pocket to make sure her panties were still there. He didn’t want to leave her, but he needed to get some sleep himself. The day was approaching and he began to feel weak.

Erik climbed out of the window and jumped down, landing on his feet. With one final look up at her window, he sped off into the night and back to his new home.

Nana Sylvia was sitting in the living room the following afternoon, her stories on the TV and a fresh glass of homemade lavender lemonade in her hand. She had one elbow propped up on the back of the couch, watching Tamara pounce around the house like she was on cloud 9. Now, she’s dressed for her shift, same heavenly smile on her face.

“You’ve been in a really great mood, Sugar. The date was lovely?”

Tamara took a seat next to her grandmother for a second so she could enjoy a glass of lavender lemonade herself.

“It was great, Nana. I had a lovely time.”

Tamara smiled into her glass.

“I hope he’ll still talk to The Descendants next Friday evening about The Revolt.”

Tamara forgot to confirm that with him last night. She was so distracted with the kissing and the head…

“He’s stopping by Marco’s tonight. I’ll ask him then, okay?”

“Thank you, baby,” Nana Sylvia shut the TV off and stood up, “Let me gon’ on and get myself together. A friend of mine is taking me to the farmer’s market in about an hour.”

“I should get going too.”

Tamara grabbed both glasses and washed them while Nana Sylvia went to freshen up. She twirled the sponge inside one of the glasses, staring into space. She kept replaying last night’s events. She kept repeating the way Erik ate her pussy and fingered her. Despite the blush on her face, her legs are weak and her pussy is sore. She took a soothing bath and it helped a little. If this is what it felt like after fingering, she couldn’t imagine the discomfort when they finally have sex.

She quickly rinsed the glasses out and sat them upside down in the dish rack, drying her hands off on her shorts before grabbing her work bag and leaving the house. It was almost 3 in the afternoon and she had to hurry so she wouldn’t be late. In her beat up car, she started it up and drove off. Her eyes combed the trees across the cemetery to see if she could make out his new home but the trees were so overgrown it acted like a wall blocking it from view.

For an afternoon, Marco’s Bar and Grill was surprisingly busy. Tamara parked in her usual spot near the back door and slipped inside after Terry came out to empty trash. The country music filled her ears as Tamara combed through a pile of clean aprons, folding one in half before tying it around her slender waist. She moved carefully to the front of the house and clocked in, looking up to find Tara at the beer tap filling a glass for Detective Bellefleur.

“This is your third beer, Andy. Aren’t you on duty?”

Andy mumbled something before walking away back to his seat.

“Fuckin’ drunk red neck—Tammy!”

Tara squeezed Tamara tight.

“Bitch, I thought you were off today?”

Tamar grabbed a note pad and pin from a basket.

“I was. But since everything with Dawn and the new girl’s availability, Marco asked if I could work tonight.”

“How ya grandmama and dem’?”

“All is good with Nana. Lloyd I hadn’t seen in almost two days. The police won’t leave him alone.”

“I’m guessin’ that’s why Andy is sticking ‘round. They've been questioning a lot of men in this area. I just think Andy has it out for Lloyd.”

“How ya’ figure?” Tamara questioned.

“He’s envious. Lloyd is handsome, in shape, and a pussy magnet. Andy is the opposite of that.”

“Well, if that’s the reason then Andy can go fuck himself. Can’t control being ugly and unwanted.”

Tara laughed boisterously.

“What side does Arlene have?”

“She’s taking care of this area.”

Tamara walked over to her side around near the pool table and locked eyes with Marco chatting it up with a regular. Marco’s chocolate brown eyes locked with hers and he winked at her. He’s wearing a flannel with the sleeves rolled up and a white T-shirt underneath, faded light blue jeans, and his lucky pair of cowboy boots. His usually low cut with waves had grown out some and it’s sprinkled with gray hair to match his stubble.

Tamara walked up to an older woman she recognized but didn’t remember her name. She’s one of Nana's friends. Tamara took her order and walked around to the other tables to see if anyone needed anything. Back at the bar, Tamara went to the server’s window and called off orders to the cooks. She blew a kiss to Lafayette and took her place next to Tara with her drink tray ready.

“This is gonna be a long night,” Tamara fussed.

Tara noticed how she kept checking her phone and fidgeting like she was growing impatient. It was bothering Tara so much that she had to stop what she was doing to call Tamara out on it.

“Girl, what the hell is wrong wit’ you?!”

“I’m sorry,” Tamara smiled, “I just can’t wait to see him.”

“That vampire?” Tara asked with disgust.

“Don’t do that, Tara. I really like him…”

Tamara never felt so giddy.

“What do you like about him?”

Tamara couldn’t contain her blushing.

“He protects me, he’s an amazing kisser, he can dance and I love to dance. He’s smart, charming, strong…among other things.”

Tamara giggled at Tara’s expression.

“Bitch…you let him hit?”

“No–no. Not yet at least,” Tamara looked around before getting closer to Tara, “he went down on me.”

“What?!” Tara shouted.

Eyes fell on them and Tamara had to shush her.

“What? Tamara Elicia Bordelon!”

She couldn’t stop laughing.

“I can’t believe…” Tara raised her brows, “You nasty girl…”

“I’m still not over it. Tara…it was amazing.”

Tamara leaned against the counter and closed her eyes with contentment.

“I can’t wait to see him,” Tamara said with an angelic voice.

“Why don’t you snap out of it and take these drinks. You don’t want Marco thinkin’ something is wrong. This conversation ain’t over, Tammy!”

Tamara took her drink tray and went back to work. After clearing her tray, she slipped past Detective Bellefleur’s table.

“Tammy! I need a word with ya!”

Tamara stopped and looked at him with annoyance.

“Whatever you want to discuss can wait until I’m finished working.” Tamara sassed.

“Where has that brother of yours been? Out getting himself into trouble?”

Tamara sat her tray on the table and leaned in to Andy.

“Did you just interrogate me while I’m at work and you’re off duty?”

Andy’s pudgy face went red with anger.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Andy. My brother didn’t do this—”

“And that vampire?” He argued.

“AND Erik. Did you go to other people’s jobs and question them or did they come down to the station?”

“I offered for ya’ to come to the station—”

“And I’ve been busy. Still doesn’t give ya’ the right to ask me questions for everyone to hear.”

“When I’m detective it does!” Andy fired back.

(This freak and her vampire know something I can feel it)

(She’s so defensive. I bet she knows her brother is guilty and she’s covering for him)

(Ever since that vampire came to St. Tammany there’s been nothing but murders)

(Wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up dead next)

Tamara stormed off and bumped past Marco accidentally to get to his office. She slammed the door shut and the bar seemed to go still after that.

“Nothin’ to see here!” Marco yelled.

Tara rushed from behind the bar and she was making a beeline for Andy.

“You son of a bitch! How dare you—”

“Tara….calm down, go back to the bar. I’ll handle this.”

Tara’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. She looked at Marco and then back at Andy before going to comfort Tamara.

“Andy. What the hell did you do to my waitress?”

Andy gave a nonchalant shrug in response.

“You’re cut off. No more beer. It’s time for you to go.”

“You can’t throw me out! I’m the law!”

Andy slammed his beefy fist down on the table. The kitchen doors swung open and Lafayette and Andy’s cousin, Terry, came over to the table.

“Andy, c’mon cuz. You gotta go. I already called Auntie. She knows you’re coming.”

“This is some bullshit,” Andy stood up and pulled out his wallet, slapping down two crumpled up bills, “Fuck all of you!”

Marco, Lafayette, and Terry watched Andy storm out of the bar.

“Let me go see how Tamara’s doing.”

Marco walked to the back and when he approached his office door, he knocked twice and waited. He could hear shuffling and then Tara opened the door with a hand on her hip.

“Is his drunk ass gone?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Marco slipped past Tara, “Tammy?”

Tamara was lying on his leather brown sofa with her knees to her chest. Tara left them alone and shut the door. Marco sat next to her and started stroking her arm with his hand.

“It’s gonna be alright. He’s gone now.”

“I could hear everyone else’s thoughts…”

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. He could tell she’d been crying.

“Andy pissed me off so bad that I let my guard down. People really think Lloyd is responsible. They’re calling him a murderer. They think Erik put a curse on the town.”

“Tammy, you can’t let these people get to you. All they do is talk, talk, talk. Nothin’ else better to do.”

Marco took his thumb to wipe away her tears. He studied her beautiful face with longing and his eyes fell to her lips. He desperately wanted to kiss her.

“I am worried about ya’. I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to ya’”

Tamara gave Marco a gentle smile before hugging him. Marco slowly wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his nose into her mane and inhaled. Hibiscus and coconut. It was lovely.

“Thanks for always checking in on me—”

Marco pressed his lips against Tamara’s soft lips. The sound of their lips smacking when he broke the kiss to look at her had his stomach fluttering. Tamara stared at him with shock, unsure of what to say at that moment.

“Say something, Tammy.”

She turned away from Marco and stood up. Marco followed her and waited for her to speak.

“Why—why did you kiss me?” She questioned.

“Because I love you, Tammy—”

“I’m Erik’s.”

Marco closed his eyes.

“This never happened, okay?”

Tamara rushed out of the office and Marco kicked the side of his desk angrily.

Tamara paced back and forth outside of his office door. She couldn’t believe her boss just kissed her. And he loves her? She took a deep breath in and held it for three seconds before walking back out to the front. When she got there, Tara was at the bar mixing drinks and there stood Luke with his tall, brawny frame. He was wearing a distressed muscle tee and denim cut offs with his work boots on his feet. His tawny skin was covered in sweat and he had his cap on backwards, the Bordelon fishing logo printed on it.

“Hey, Tammy,” He smiled at her, “How’s everything?”

Tamara returned the smile and nodded her head that everything is good.

“Marco had to get Andy out of here. He was being real disrespectful questioning Tammy about Lloyd. Where is Lloyd anyway?”

“He’s laid up with some chick. I covered for him today at the dock. I’m ‘bout to go cook up some crawfish for my mama and dem.”

Tamara was too distracted to even pay attention. Marco walked out and he glanced over at her with sad eyes before entering the kitchen.

“Tammy?” Luke called out to her.

“Yeah—sorry–I gotta get back to work. Good seeing ya’ Luke.”

“Hey,” Luke grabbed her hand gently, “Don’t forget about lookin’ into a new car. I spotted your car out back and we really should get ya’ a new one.”

“Shit, I forgot all about that—I’ll let you know.”

She squeezed Luke’s hand affectionately and walked off.

“You got it bad Luke,” Tara teased.

“And what about you and Lloyd?” Luke asked.

“We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout me and Lloyd!”

“Mhm,” Luke took a seat at the bar. He grabbed the neck of his bottle of Bayou Peche IPA and took a swig while his eyes never left Tamara, “I’d like to take her out sometime. Wine and dine her. Spoil her.”

“Not if your mama can help it,” Tara laughed.

“Ain’t my mama business.”

Tara shakes her head and walks away to the other end of the bar to make drinks.

As the day turned into night, the bar became overwhelmingly busy. Lloyd showed up with Luke and a couple of their friends. Tamara noticed a pretty girl clinging to Lloyd’s arm and Tamara had never seen this girl around before. She’s 5’5, brown skin, sandy brown hair styled in a sleek bun, and a tight lime green dress hugging her curves. She was covered in tattoos and piercings and had this commanding energy about her. Tara spotted Lloyd and when her eyes fell on the girl she rolled her eyes and went back to yelling at some drunk man.

“I’ll be out with your hamburger and fries,” Tamara rushed over to the servers window, “Hamburger with Cajun fries!”

“Coming!” Lafayette shouted.

The doors opened up and Tamara turned around just in time to see Erik strolling in. He wore a black muscle tee with a graphic of Billie Holiday on it. He had on gray denim joggers and on his feet gray and black Jordan’s. He accessorized with his favorite tungsten jewelry and added multilayered leather bracelets to his wrists. He stood there, staring Tamara up and down before curling a finger for her to come to him. She walked up to him and Erik tilted her chin up before leaning down to kiss her.

Everyone in that bar watched him tongue her down. Tara had to remake a beer because she had overflowed it. Lloyd and Luke watched with disapproval. Marco was furious. And the other patrons whispered. Tamara refused to let her shields down.

“That was unexpected,” she whispered.

Erik smirked, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Tamara tucked her chin and batted her lashes bashfully.

Erik grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. Tamara’s lips parted and she felt her eyes glaze over with desire.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Tamara slipped her hand out of Erik’s and he tapped her on the booty with a bite of his lip for good measure. As he walked with his sinful gait, his onyx eyes scanned the bar. People seemed to cower beneath his gaze, some were in a trance, others were angry with his presence. Erik didn’t give a fuck about any of it. He flopped down in a vacant booth seat with his legs swinging and his arms draped over the back of the seat. Tamara brought him out a chilled bottle of O negative and placed it in front of him.

“Figured you might be thirsty,” She smiled at him.

Erik sat up and with his hand he snaked it up the back of her leg and over her ass. Tamara rocked back and forth with a big smile.

“Thank you, princess.”

“You’re welcome. Hey, I meant to ask. Would you still be able to talk to The Descendants at the church next Friday evening? Nana wanted me to ask.”

“Of course.” Erik opened his True Blood.

“Okay,” Tamara lingered, “I’ll be back to check on you.”

Erik chuckled.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby. Go ahead.”

Tamara turned to leave with a pout. She made it back to the bar and locked eyes with Tara who was giving her a ‘we need to talk’ look. The doors opened with a hard shove and in walked the three vampires Tamara dreaded ever seeing again.

Diane, Bruce, and Woo.

They walked in like they owned the place. Tamara glanced over at Erik nervously and he was already looking at her. All three vampires made their way over to Erik and made themselves comfortable. Tamara gathered courage and strolled over to the table. Erik’s eyes shot up at her and he didn’t look happy about her coming up to the table.

“If it isn’t the pretty little human!” Diane laughed, “So, this is where you work? How adorable.”

Bruce and Woo laughed.

“Can I get ya’ anything?” Tamara asked, clicking her pen.

“Already got our meals covered, darling. But thanks for being so sweet.” Bruce said.

“Erik,” Diane reached out to stroke his hand, “We’ve been looking for you. Wanna get out of here and have some fun like the old days?”

“Got a real treat for you back at Tia’s,” Woo said.

“Why do I get the feeling this isn’t a request?” Erik said.

Tamara could sense something was off.

“Nothing suspicious going on! We just miss you,” Diane drapes her long leg over Erik and licks the side of his face, “Why don’t you come and play with us?”

Tamara squeezed her notepad hard. She glared at Diane for the audacity.

“Get your leg off of him.” Tamara spoke with rage.

Woo and Bruce exchanged looks.

“Excuse me?” Diane turned and looked at Tamara as if she lost her mind, “What the fuck did you say to me?”

“Back off, Diane,” Erik warned.

Diane looked from Tamara to Erik and laughed.

“Aww. You two are together?! How cute!”

Tamara’s eyes twitched. She looked at Erik who was just sitting there allowing Diane to throw herself all over him. What was he doing?

“Erik?” Tamara folded her arms.

“Why don’t you get back to waiting tables, honey.”

“There’s a stain on that one there,” Bruce pointed to the table behind her.

Tamara didn’t hide the hurt in her eyes. Erik clenched his jaw and held her gaze.

“Why don’t we go pay Tia a little visit.” Diane whispered to Erik, “She’d be happy to know you’re doing just fine with your little obsession.”

Tamara stood confused. The name Tia stood out to her. She locked eyes with Erik again to see if he would speak but to her disappointment, he remained silent. What was he so afraid of? He’s older and stronger than all three of them. He could take them all out with a snap of his fingers.

“Erik, what’s going on?” Tamara asked.

“Go back to work, Tammy.” Erik replied with a stern voice.

Diane, Bruce, and Woo slid out of the booth, looking down on Tamara. Erik stood up and Diane wrapped an arm around his waist. Tamara glared at him and Diane cocked her head to the side, studying Tamara’s face with amusement.

“It’s okay, little human chick, he’ll only be gone a little while.”

Diane’s hand strokes Tamara’s cheek and she slapped her hand away causing Diane to grip her wrist. Erik grabbed Diane by the back of her neck and flung her across the room where she landed on her back hard. Lloyd, Luke, and Marco had pool sticks in their hands, making their way over to them. Bruce and Woo turned on Erik, crouching down in an attack stance with their fangs. Diane moved with accelerated speed and snatched Tamara up by her hair.

She screamed, gaining Erik’s attention who tried rushing to her aid but Bruce body slammed him on the table, breaking it in the process. Erik expertly reversed so that he was on top of Bruce and he lifted Bruce up by his neck with a sharp piece of broken wood to his chest, ready to strike. Woo tried to lunge at Erik but Erik was too swift, knocking Woo back so hard he slid to the other side of the bar. Erik stabbed Bruce in the chest which was enough to wound him and back hand slapped Diane so hard blood splattered.

“Hey! Back off my sister, fanger!” Lloyd shouted with rage.

“I think it’s time for y’all to leave!” Marco yelled.

The vampire trio looked at the sticks in their hands and laughed.

“You can’t be serious? You pathetic humans! What the fuck is a pool stick gonna do—”

“Wanna find out?” Luke said.

All at once, everyone got up and scurried to the front. Lloyd pulled out his gun and pointed it at Woo’s head.

“I’ll put a bullet in your fucking head!” Lloyd shouted.

“Just leave, we don’t want no trouble, Tammy,” Marco motioned for her to come to him, “C’mere.”

She took one step and Erik gripped her wrist. Tamara tried to pull her arm back. Lloyd turned his gun on Erik.

“Let go of me!” Tamara screamed.

Erik looked at her with a mixture of confusion and anger.

“Tammy!” He yelled.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!”

Lloyd pulled the trigger and Erik was swift on his feet in a blink of an eye, snatching up Lloyd’s gun. His fangs popped out and he was chest to chest with Lloyd, eyes wild and menacing.

“Stop it, Erik!” Tamara shouted with tears in her eyes.

“You stay the fuck away from her or it’s war,” Lloyd growled.

Erik smirked dangerously at him.

“She’s mine.”

“This is fun,” Diane said with a vicious smirk.

“She don’t belong to you,” Luke grabbed Tamara’s hand.

“Get the fuck out! All of ya’!!!!”

Erik held his hand out for Tamara to take and she refused to go with him.

“I don’t want anything to do with you,” Tamara spoke with a tremble in her voice.

“This is getting boring. You coming or not, Stevens?” Woo said while inspecting his nails. Bruce wasn’t too happy about Erik still tagging along after being stabbed.

“I was hoping for more blood to shed! I could use some fresh blood,” Diane spoke excitedly.

“Just go,” Tamara wiped her tears away. “Fucking go!”

Erik backed away towards the door and Diane, Bruce, and Woo were right behind him. They dashed at lightning speed out of the bar and Tamara broke down.

“Tammy,” Lloyd wrapped his arms around his sister, “It’s okay…you’re safe.”

“That was some scary shit,” Luke had a hand to his chest.

“He showed his true colors. How could he put her in danger like that?” Marco said.

“Because he’s a vampire. They don’t have feelings. All they know is to kill. It was only a matter of time before he tried to attack Tammy.”

Tamara shoved away from Lloyd and ran to the back of the bar. She grabbed her things in a rush, so ready to get out of there and away from everyone. She couldn’t understand why Erik would disrespect her like that? Embarrass her in front of everyone?

“Hey, Tammy,” Tara and Lafayette wrapped their arms around her, “Shhh, it’s okay, girl. I’m so sorry.”

“I just need to get out of here.”

“I’ll take her home.”

Lloyd and Luke walked up with Marco trailing behind.

“I can drive.” Tamara argued.

“Not that piece of shit. I’m takin ya’ back to Nana’s. Let’s go.”

Luke grabbed her things and walked out behind Lloyd. Marco rubbed her back before watching her walk out of the bar. Luke helped her in the back seat and she laid down with tears streaming down her face. Just when everything was going so well. Maybe it was for the best.

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🛍️ “You’ve been such a good girl today…I think you deserve a little treat” smut, fluff, BOTH??!!

Honestly thrilled with whatever you choose, your writing makes me smile and I’m so thrilled to be apart of this celebration. CONGRATS💗

thank you so much for sending somethin' in for me to write lovely!!

chose to do smut lol so drabble under the cut!

free use!joel miller x f!reader

18+ ONLY MDNI, not putting any other warnings on these so read at your own risk

Your hips are digging into the edge of the counter in your kitchen, arms half submerged in the sudsy water that fills the sink. You’d been in the middle of doing all the dishes you’d dirtied spending the afternoon baking when Joel had come home from work early. He’d found you immediately, throwing his lunch bag onto the counter and stalking over to you, peppering kisses against your neck.

“Keep doin’ the dishes, darlin’, I’m just gonna take you right here, m’kay?” Joel tugs the waist of your leggings and panties down in one go, snapping them against your thighs when he lets them go. You do as you’re told, continuing to swirl the sponge around the bowl in the sink. The metallic clink of his belt comes from behind, a quick zip sound and a low groan telling you he’d pulled himself out of his jeans.

His fingers pet your clit, gathering your wetness on them and then reaching around your shoulder to present them in front of your lips.

“Open, baby.”

Two of his thick fingers slip into your mouth at the same moment that his hard cock splits your cunt open. You hold back from biting the skin of his fingers, a moan muffled around his hand at your mouth. He’s fucking you hard, the harsh slap of his skin on yours echoing in the silent house.

“Who does your pussy belong to, pretty girl?” His fingers slip from your mouth and leave a trail of saliva on your skin as he loosely circles his hand at the front of your neck, a soft squeeze to choke you for a moment.

“Y-You, only you, Joel.” Your hand is in a vice grip on the sponge under the water, task long forgotten as Joel thrusting into you at a pace that makes you fucked dumb. A hard slap to your ass jerks a gasp out of you, his large hand pawing at the supple skin there as he soothes the mark he left behind.

Your jaw falls open, your bliss stifling any sound you could make as Joel brings you to the edge until another slap to your ass clears your windpipe with a moan.

“Can have me any way you want.”

“That’s right, pretty girl. Just mine. No one else gets you whenever they want, you’re my good girl. Takes what she’s given happily, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel, always want your cock.”

A groan rolls from his chest, and you can picture his head falling back as he moves his hands to your hips to roughly tug you back against him in time with each of his thrusts.

Without warning, he paints your walls with his come, duck twitching sensitively inside of you while he moans your name. He stays buried until he softens, pulling out of you with a hiss and humming satisfied as he watches his spend drip out of you.

“You’ve been such a good girl today…I think you deserve a little treat.” Before you can question him about what he means, he’s on his knees behind you and spreading your cheeks. His tongue gathers his come coating your entrance, pushing it back inside of you.

“Better keep that there while I taste you, baby. Don’t lose one drop.”

“Y-Yes, Joel.”

His mouth expertly thrusts his tongue in and out of you, your walls squeezing around him to keep his come inside. His fingers that were once in your mouth move against your clit in tight circles, and you’re pushed over the edge he’s brought you to with his cock after only a short time with his attention solely on you.

Joel pulls away, watching you tense and moaning his name, a groan coming from his chest as he watches your come mix with his as it spills out of you.

He stands behind you again, tucking himself in his pants and pulling your leggings and underwear up again. His arms circle your waist, gentle kisses pressed into the crook of your neck.

“How’s I get so lucky to have you, baby?” you laugh and brush away his rhetorical question, his arms tugging you away from I’m the sink.

“I’ll finish these, darlin’, you go relax on the couch. I’ll be right in and then we can watch that show you were talkin’ about.” A chaste kiss is planted with a smacking sound, two oats to your bum as he turns you toward the living room. You look back at him washing the dishes, smiling to yourself as you echo his question.

“How’d I get so lucky?”

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ridestomars · 2 years

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IS HE YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND? – S. HARRINGTON

𖥻 summary: in which steve gets jealous when his best friend tells him about their new friend, eddie. 𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x reader. 𖥻 warnings: none, i think.

💭 liv's thoughts: i guess i'm writing now. so here's some things you should know: english is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, please tell me! and i'm planning on writing a part two for this, hopefully it'll be longer. <3

THIS IS SPOILER FREE!

“steve, you should've seen it! i just threw the dice and got a twenty, seriously, how lucky am i? and when we defeated vecna, everyone just went insane! it was awesome, even eddie smiled” you laughed as if you were telling the most adventurous story about a group of heroes, and not about the campaign you did with the hellfire club yesterday. “i didn't know he could do that, since we thought that he was, you know, weirdly intimidating and grumpy all the time, but it turns out he's actually super nice.”

you ended your recollection by taking a deep breath and smiling in the boy's direction, feeling like you couldn’t take your eyes off of his face until you got a reaction out of him. and you kept staring for almost a minute, when he eventually outstared you, with a blank look on his face, looking almost bored.

the silence was cut off when he suddenly asked “so you're in their little club now?”

“what? no! i told the boys to bring erica to the next campaign since she's waaay better than me at d&d” you commented while steve just nodded, uninterested. “but eddie asked me to hang out with them, since he couldn't believe it was my first time playing… guess i'm a natural, huh?”

you said jokingly, expecting at least a smile from him, but he managed to look even more bored now.

“and you're gonna start hanging out with him now?” was that all he got from what you've said?

“well, yeah ‘cause he invited me” you answered, with your eyebrows furrowed, not really understanding the route the conversation took, and getting slightly annoyed by the lingering blank stare on his face, which seemed to be getting deeper and grumpier with each passing second. “in fact, we are going to listen to the metal mixtape he's gonna make me”

“you like metal now?” he scoffed, and that was it for you.

with an extremely displeased look on your face, you exclaimed, “can you stop turning everything i say into a question?” the annoyance in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by steve, but he honestly didn’t care. in fact, he loved it, that little shit. “and yes, i like metal now”

“because eddie introduced it to you? i've never heard you say anything about that van halen album i bought you” steve raises his eyebrows, and you let out an exasperated sigh. “what? are you gonna tell me that i'm wrong?”

“yes! because you didn't even bought it for me. you somehow got it mixed up with a duran duran album, and tommy h. didn't like david lee roth, so i took it” you clarified, still amazed by the incident after all these years “is there anything more you'd like to complain about?”

“i’m not complaining” he denies, crossing his arms. “but i do have one more question for you”

“shoot” you sighed.

“is he your new best friend?”

“oh my god, steve, shut up!”

“i'm serious! dustin doesn't spend any time with me now, since he's, like, his apprentice or something… i just don't want you to stop hanging out with me and getting involved with his satanic shit or whatever”steve muttered, getting distracted by a sticker robin glued to the store's counter.

“are you really worried about that?” you asked, upset for knowing that something like that would ever cross his mind. you paused for a bit, deciding to say something to, at least, ease his doubts a bit. “you're my best friend ever since third grade and you're, like, my favorite person in the world at this point. even if you annoy the shit out of me sometimes, i feel like i'd go even crazier without you by my side”

it was relieving seeing him smile after what you've said, and even more soothing when he gave you an awkward hug from behind the counter. you just laughed, accepting his warmth gladly. after you both parted, you could see his flushed cheeks and his almost-lovesick smile, and you doubted you were any different than him.

“you know, i don't really think that the club is satanic, though.”

“seriously?” he groaned.

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gotmefeelingaway · 10 months

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Hi it’s been a while but I finally wrote Part 3 of beside you. I imagine Ani to be soft towards the reader after coming home from a long mission and the reader waking up from a nightmare to find Anakin home. There are 2 other parts the “story” will make more sense if you’ve read the other parts as they all continue off of each other. Around 1k words each.

Heavy warning this is SMUT, barely any plot just pure porn really for the sheer fun of it. I am in no way a great writer but sometimes think it’s fun to write something. hope you enjoy!

MINORS DNI!!

TW -Swears & Smut.

Beside You Part 3

You licked your lips, savouring the taste of Ani’s cum as you made your way back to the bed to lie with him. He was still breathless and panting. Sweat beading at the top of his chest. Once you were back beside him He pulls you into a sweet kiss. Not giving you a chance to catch your breath. You kiss him back with the same urgency he showed, biting gently and grazing his bottom lip. He made no hesitation in allowing your tongue to enter the cavern of his mouth and melt with you. You could taste your juices mixing with his. The salty and sweet at the same time taste - for some reason you tasted better together. After a few more seconds you finally break the kiss off, Resting your head on his. You were both laying on your sides staring intently at the other.

Anakin places his flesh hand over your heart. He could feel each and every beat, and it was beating in time with his. You notice him observing and can tell he’s feeling the force around him. You look down at his body In awe. His chest moved with every breath he took. He was toned and warm. His arms were strong. His legs were strong too, like the pillars holding up the Jedi temple. His cock was still glistening with your spit. It was as if Michelangelo had carved him himself. You felt your pussy tingle at the thought of his girthy throbbing prick in you. It had been quite a while, you bite your lip. He feels your heart getting faster beneath his fingers. You bring your eyes back up to his beautiful blue ones. Studying his face for a moment, he was already looking at you.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks. You know he could find out for himself if he wanted to. You had a feeling that he wanted to hear you say it. Your checks flushed crimson.

"I’m thinking about you." You admit.

He chuckles, looking at your hard nipples through your tank top.

"Does it have something to do with this ?" he asks in an almost mocking tone. Gesturing towards his hard member. You roll your eyes first. Then he brings his metal hand up to one of your nipples and rolls it between the fabric and his finger. You whimper and your cunt gets wetter, your clit begging to be touched.

"Yes, I think I’m ready for you Ani." You confess. His hand that had been resting above your heart had moved and was now holding the hem of your top along with the hand that had been toying with you. He lifts it over your head to reveal your breasts. He licks in between the valley of your chest. You giggle excitement running through your veins.

You move to straddle him rubbing your bare pussy against his rock-hard dick. He lets out a groan signalling his need for more. He moves a hand down to rub your clit as you rub slowly and gently along his shaft.

You’re both moaning in unison. The teasing turns you on more. You raise your hips slightly angling Anakin’s cock right beneath your wet little hole. Your pussy pulsates and his cock twitches a little in anticipation. You lower your body just enough that the tip has made contact with the inside of your warm core. Anakin groans out, rubbing your clit in slower circles. If you were gonna tease him he was gonna tease you too.

You move your hips in an almost circular motion still not letting him get fully inside. Anakin goes to sit up to push himself deeper in you but you deny him the pleasure of being the one to say when is when. You ruffle your hand through his hair letting out light gasps. His cock was twitching and felt big. Bigger than you remembered. The head was sensitive and soft. You couldn’t wait any longer you needed to feel the immediate sensation of him entering you.

You raise your hips a little higher than before, look him deep in the eyes and nod. He holds your hips biting his lip in anticipation. You lower yourself down swiftly feeling every inch of his length and how wide he was inside you. Your walls tighten around him like a vice grip that never wants to let go. He least out a heavy groan and his eyes roll back. He places his hands over your boobs twisting your nipples as you pick up the pace bouncing on his cock.

Anakin holds your waist tight and moves position from laying down flat to a half sitting up to feel you deeper. You kiss him hard melting your tongues together when he grabs your hips again and helps you to move in the way he knows you both love.

"I’m gonna fill you up with my cum Y/N" Anakin grunts. You were in between moans not able to fully talk you were being fucked so good your mind went blank. All you could mutter was begging, please.

"Please Ani." You moaned.

You were just bones and nerves hankering on having another orgasm at Anakin’s fingertips. You kept going he was a bundle of moans himself. You were close and you could feel he was too. Everything felt tighter and deeper hitting that right spot over and over. Your tummy felt that familiar knot one that had come not too long before this one.

"I-I’m going to." You declare. Anakin shuts you up with a kiss. thrusting into you from below faster and deeper. He felt the twitches of your walls against the twitches of his own prick. Within moments you were both coming undone. You collapsed into his chest and he fell back too.

Two sloppy messes entwined sweating and panting.

You thought you were seeing stars for a moment. When your vision finally came back to earth all you saw was him. His breathlessness and godlike beauty. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

He was back, he was safe and he was yours.

When you finally fell back to sleep in his arms the nightmares were gone. You felt at peace. And fully satisfied. And you’d continue to be as satisfied until he left for the next mission.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #reader insert #anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars #rots anakin

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hotluncheddie · 1 year

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Do you think Robin 'I don't have a strong grasp of social cues' Buckley was relieved that Steve would just tell her like it is? Like when she's babbling while El has a bit of mindflayer in her leg he just calmly tells her that's not helping he doesn't snap at her he understands what's she'd trying to do but can also see how everyone else is reacting and knows it's not what's needed. And Steve 'youre an idiot' Harrington feeling the same that she just explains things without making him feel like an idiot? Like when he's freaking out about the buttons in the elevator and she acknowledges his point that yes they did work previously he has a point about that button they won't work now because they don't have authorisation now from the Russians key card. Do you? Do you think about how much they need each other and just work perfectly together so quickly and how lonely they must've been before

im gonna be real with you lovely anon. i do not give stobin enough of my metal juices, the thought about them are not thunk at the velocity they deserve.

but that changes now bc u r so right.

these examples are so good!! they're so perfect, so meant to be. if i think about how lonely it must have been for them before i might get genuinely sad. so i’m not even gonna go there.

i just think steve would come from a world with a lot of subtext, a lot of public vs private faces and a lot of grinning and barring it. so i feel like the simplicity of being around robin, having it all out on the table; how she feels, what she's thinking, what she likes and doesn't like being so so obvious. i bet its really nice, really freeing for steve. that you can just be, be yourself.

and i think robin would also come from a world with a lot of subtext but subtext she feels like she’s on the outside of, never given the cheat sheet. plus she’s gay so that’s adds a level of anxiety to the subtext she is already struggling with. has someone figured her out? is anyone else like her and she just can’t see it? very stressful. but steve just is, he knows how to navigate people, even if they don’t react to him the same way they used to. he has all the flash cards and he’ll share no problem.

also i think steve is very sensible with a strong moral compass, ultimately hes very kind. and robin is smart but not always people smart, but again she ultimately has a strong sense of self and confidence in her own thoughts and abilities. they’re such a good mix of robins creative thinking and steves linear thinking. one will notice what the other lacks but they’re confident and comfortable enough to voice it in the first place. similar enough but also different enough. they fill in each others gaps. perfect love recipe i think.

and the start! the spark! u put them together in the neutral space of scoops ahoy. they both need to be there, hate being there and look stupid. they’re constantly around each other and have the ability to constantly surprise each other. it’s a bestie recipe made in heaven.

plus they’re both kinda mean when they want to be, much easier to not get offended if ur natural instinct is to be kinda mean back.

but i think platonic love can be a hard one sometimes. so it’s lovely that theres them for representation.

ty for sending me this <3

#ask #hotlunch #<3 #platonic stobin #stobin #this is so ramble ramble #hope it made sense???#love getting asks #annon or not it’s crazy but amazing #like u had a thought and then thought of me???#crazy cookey wild wild wild #ideas

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ask-uts-earthspark-au · 11 months

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Ok this is a weird Biology question about the Terrans, since they seem to have like a weird mix between humans(Being able to eat, needing water, closer to human size) and Cybertronians(Metal bodies, the ability to transform and built in weapons) does that mean they'll experience puberty at some point?

Megatron: Obviously, they most likely will. They’ll probably go through similar processes to both our own, and humans, may possibly even develop their own specific to their subspecies as Terrans.

Tarantulas: If I may call in an expert to help us, to more professionally answer this question~

Megatron: I suppose.

. . .

Knockout: Hello, why have I been added here?

Wildbreak: Dunno. But, ‘sup.

Megatron: Ah. Knockout. Wonderful to meet you again. Pronouns today?

Knockout: A pleasure to speak with you again, my liege. She/they/her.

Wildbreak: okay, read what we’re here for: I’d presume you mean Nightshade, and the sibs they mentioned when we met them? Albeit, they were high outta their mind when they mentioned them, due to the anesthetic, but I digress.

Megatron: Yes, they are one of five Terrans total.

Knockout: Ah. So all five would be like them, just different alts, and such, I’d presume.

Knockout: With all this context, since I’ve been doing work and practicing on both cybertronians and humans, I’ve seen my fair share.

Knockout: From what I got from Nightshade, I can successfully say, yes, they’ll definitely go through adolescent developmental processing, quite similar to our own various kinds. To what extent or degree that may include humanity’s own, I can’t tell.

Knockout: They’ll probably experience it a lot sooner than ours, but definitely later than humans.

Knockout: So far, the only problem I’m personally seeing with the Terrans, is the possibility they’re all quite oblivious. At least, if we are to take example from Nightshade’s oblivity, lacking the slightest hint of what lay behind their panel.

Megatron: They’re newsparks, Knockout. They hardly need to know their frames may have… extra bits, at their age.

Knockout: They should know for hygiene’s sake! At the very least! I would not like to have a youngling crying in pain on a table before me, because you didn’t educate them about their frame, and how to keep it clean, and now they have an infection of some sort, or something. Or they got themselves in over their head, with weird, brand new feelings, and decided it’s such a good idea to shove the nearest phallic object up their-

Megatron: THAAT’S ENOUGH. ō/////ō

Megatron: we’ll… get there. When a little time has passed, and Dot and Alex think they might be ready for that conversation.

Knockout: Mhm. ‘You’ll get there’.

Knockout: Regardless, yes. They most likely will go through some form of what you humans would call ‘puberty’.

Knockout: Speaking on the matter of their siblings, what are they each?

Tarantulas: Nightshade’s siblings are two femmes, Twitch and Hashtag, and two mechs, Thrash and Jawbreaker.

Wildbreak: so, two AFAB, two AMAB, and an NB.

Wildbreak: Alts?

Megatron: That’s not-

Tarantulas: Twitch is a flying ‘drone’ as the humans call them, Thrash is a motorbike with a side car, Hashtag is a GHOST van, and Jawbreaker is a dinobot beastformer, then Nightshade, of course, as you already know, is an owl beastformer.

Wildbreak: eeesshhhh, ain’t gonna be easy…

Knockout: dear god.

Knockout: what the hell have i gotten into.

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can you do zakk romantic and smut headcanons where he sees a girl at a local gig and decides she's his next hookup but accidentally catches feelings upon getting to know her and finding out she's actually pretty cool and insanely into metal and all the things he is ?? thank you i love your headcanons for him so much

YES THIS IS SO CUTE (praying my headcanons don’t start to sound repetitive also it’s almost 5 am LMAO so if this sounds more like a fanfic i’m so sorry) (okay this does in fact sound more like a fanfic because i genuinely can’t at all figure out another way to write this. yep this is def more of a fanfic with hints of headcanons)

.⛧°+.+°⛧.

⛧ Zakk totally was checking you out and he did not try to hide it. it’s depending on the girl but i don’t think he would usually avoid being stealthy with checking a girl out. you were fixated on him from the start of the gig so when you saw him being possibly interested, you almost squealed with joy.

⛧ tbh idk if zakk would straight up “hey, wanna fuck?” or get to know you just to get you to fuck you but then accidentally really like your traits and personality, but for the sake of keeping these not too sexual, we will do for the second.

⛧ Zakk would talk to you a lot, and you’d do the same. you both would ask questions about each other and unlike you, Zakk started showing romantic interest a lot slower than you did, but it was still there and still growing. Zakk would ask you all kinds of music related questions and about your interests and he really started to take a liking to them.

⛧ Zakk’s questions would slowly get more personal as you’d be walking cause he doesn’t wanna end up fucking some freak or get an std or whatever. “you don’t have herpes or some shit, right?” he asked in a bold tone. “nah, what about you?” you didn’t show that much discomfort, you could tell what you were getting into just by the look of the boy. he responded with “No.”

⛧ you both got to his place and he started off pretty quick. Zakk would definitely not be one for much sweet stuff before sex. sure, Zakk would definitely give you occasional kisses and give you all kinds of passionate touches along your body. Zakk would totally touch your tits if you got any and give you a couple hickies and love bites just to show everyone who meets you for the next week that you’re gonna be his.

⛧ Zakk would really try to push his growing romantic feelings back down as you both get more and more intimate with each other and eventually you both fuck each other like bunnies on the last day of earth. Zakk would only whisper small amounts of mixed degradation and praises cause he isn’t really sure if you’d like to be called a slut or whore too much. he very obviously doesn’t want you to leave, at least not yet.

⛧ even for just a one night type of thing, he was good and you were in heaven. after you two were done, he almost contemplated asking you to leave so he can get his romantic feelings to fuck off, even if he’d miss you for a few days. but Zakk was too tired to care and he just fell asleep with you while you were in his arms.

⛧ Zakk has never done much aftercare in his entire life whenever he’s with a chick or two. you weren’t really knowing what you’d expect, either aftercare or not wasnt a problem really.

⛧ when you guys would wake up, you’d sit in awkward silence for a few minutes till you picked things up and ask if he wants to go out sometime.

⛧ the boy is absolutely stunned by your question, but he would answer, and very nervously. “O-Oh, uhm, yeah, sure.”

⛧ after you guys hung out a lot you eventually actually asked if you wanted to date each other and of course he said yeah.

⛧ it would take him a while to get used to caring for a girl for like, ever. Zakk has never really had relationships besides in his mid teens because he wasn’t done with trying for romance back then. you guided Zakk through romance and he really enjoyed it. you two would go on dates, especially dates late at night. you’d also learn to cook or if you already have cooking skills, make food for the both of you because Zakk was incredibly hesitant to go out in public doing all that sweet shit. as i said in the past, he doesn’t wanna be seen as a huge softy.

⛧ you both would love each other blah blah blah and go to shows all the time together and do all that fun shit and grow old together and die together and love each other as cute little ghosts and haunt people for fun.

.⛧°+.+°⛧.

hope this wasn’t too disappointing!!

#deathgasm #zakk deathgasm #smut

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radama-zard · 2 months

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Dungeons & Drabbles - 2023

Day 10 - Risk

(.... Am I literal months late? Yes. Am I still gonna finish all these dang days? Also yes!)

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LoveLetters (FCG/FRIDA)

“You… You want to WHAT?”

To say Fresh Cut Grass was shocked would be a severe understatement.

Look. He loved Frida! They were the love of their life! But gosh were they impulsive. Never had they known anyone to just throw themself into ridiculously high stakes situations with joyus, reckless abandon.

“BASE jumping.”

“And- Let me get this straight, make sure we’re on the same page and all… That’s jumpin’ offa places. Like, for fun? Real tall things, like cliffs and bridges?”

FRIDA chuckled, low and soft as they knelt down, laying a metallic hand upon their beloved’s jittering shoulder.

“With a parachute, my dear. I may be reckless, but I am not without sense.”

“That’s still-” He sputtered, core sparklingly a-thrum in what could only be described as a wicked mix of exasperation and stress. “How on this flat earth do ya find somethin’ like that to be fun?! Do ya worry about dyin’? About things goin’ south real fast? What if the parachute doesn't work? If it snags or tears? What if a dick of a bird decides that today is the day and shows it’s true heartless nature by sabotaging it as ya float down? I know birds, FRIDA! They’re always plottin’ shi-”

A soft clinking broke through their rant, molded lips pressing against the edges of their mouth, silencing him near instantly with a kiss that left them a flutter. How could such a simple thing affect them so, squashin’ their stress like nothing else?

How did FRIDA always keep them from dipping over that edge, from falling deep into that dark, fuzzy pit of alien rage?

… And how did they not fear it? Fear anything?

“Life is far too short for such worries,” Was FRIDA’s answer, seemingly reading his troubled mind. “To live in fear of every poor outcome isn’t living at all. It’s simply existence… and with this second chance I have been granted, I wish to well and truly live.”

For a moment, Fresh Cut Grass was silent, their gaze far as they rocked back and forth, swaying upon their wheel in a motion that the short aeormaton found oddly soothing.

When they spoke again, it was with a voice so small, so quiet, that had FRIDA been of flesh, not metal, his words would have been lost to the wind.

“How do ya avoid worryin’ and stressin’? I don't… understand that. I’m always- Life feels like so much, FRIDA…”

“I suppose,” FRIDA paused, fingers falling upon Fresh Cut Grass’ faceplate, their touch ever so tender as they traced the very seams that held their beloved together. “It's because that's what it means to be alive. Life would be empty, dull, without things, without people to worry about. I take joy in that. In life being a never ending symphony of chaos! In having… you, my love. You are worth any and all stress you may cause.”

“... You’re worth it all too, darlin’.”

And they meant that, he well and truly did.

“... Would it put your mind at ease if I were to have Imogen come with me? Just in case?”

“Please.”

“Consider it done.”

An audible sigh rushed through their ancient frame, so heavy in its relief that FRIDA couldn't help but feel a tad guilty for the stress they’d caused. A guilt that was swiftly banished, as Fresh Cut Grass lifted their head, pressing a zap of a kiss to their lips, thrilled by a fluttering pulse of arcane magic that danced between them.

A thrill better than any they’d known before.

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #cr fcg #frida #cr frida #f.r.i.d.a.#LoveLetters #FCG/Frida #fcg x frida #Day 10 - Risk #dungeons & drabbles 2023

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First Kisses are Overrated

Chapter 1/2

Chapter 1: Testing a Friendship

“Stupid Jeff,” Shoutout complained, running in the direction she thought she’d heard the criminal last.

“I don’t know about you,” Brainstorm kept pace beside her, “but I’d rather be chasing Jeff than Drex.”

The heroin rolled her eyes, “yes, but if it weren’t for Jeff, we’d all be out hunting Drex.” Shoutout slowed to a stop, the other teen matching her. “Instead, we have to waste our energy hunting down the stupidest criminal in Swellview in this ridiculous warehouse,” she gestured at the dozens of hallways and steel roller doors spanning every direction, “while the rest of our team could be out there getting hurt.”

“They’ll be fine, Meeks,” Brainstorm patted her shoulder.

“It’s Shoutout,” she pursed her lips, brushing his hand away. “How many times have we said-”

“No real names when wearing the masks, yeah yeah,” Bose rolled his eyes with a lazy smirk.

“Come on, we should start opening doors. Even Jeff isn’t stupid enough to just hang out in the hallways.”

The pair went to work opening each shutter around them, waiting for the sensor lights to activate, doing a quick survey, and moving on to the next.

“This is gonna take forever,” Bose bemoaned, as he closed his fourth container. “There has gotta be a better way to do this.”

“If you have any brilliant ideas, I’m all ears,” Mika huffed, moving on.

“Wait, did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Mika tilted her head and listened.

A rustle.

Mika held her finger to Bose’s lips, warning him to stay quiet. No need to alert the runaway, if they had found him.

Once she was sure the boy wouldn’t speak, she let him go, nodding her head towards the still open door she had thought she’d checked a few moments prior.

The two heroes in training crept into the storage container, a large, full unit. Mika had only checked this room a few minutes prior, but she supposed Jeff could have been hiding under or behind something. The sensor light was still on, which she did find admittedly odd.

The pair was less than a few feet away from the door when the roller creaked. The teens spun, catching a flash of Jeff standing in the doorway before the steel door slammed shut, trapping them.

“Hey!” Mika cried, rushing forward and making a dive to try and pull the shutter up before the stupid criminal had the chance to lock it. “Help me lift this,” she called to Bose, who had yet to move.

The pair tugged at the bottom of the shutter but struggled to fit their hands under the steel, the doors not being made to open from the inside.

What a stupid design, Mika thought. Why would something ever be made to lock from the outside?

Her eyes widened. Oh no. The lock.

She tugged harder, scraping her hands against the concrete, but to no avail. Even if she could lift it, Jeff would have definitely secured the padlock by now. They were stuck.

“Woah, are your hands okay, Shoutout?” Bose asked, lightly touching one of Mika’s hands to inspect the damage she’d done. At least he'd had the foresight to use her hero name. Who knew if Jeff was still standing on the other side, listening, or not?

“I’m fine,” she mumbled, not meeting his eyes, a little embarrassed about her now bleeding hands. She supposed she went a little overboard.

Mika rose from the floor and faced the door front on. “Stand back,” she warned the other hero.

Once Bose backed up safely behind her, Shoutout opened her mouth and screamed. Only to watch the concentrated soundwaves absorb harmlessly into the steel.

“Shit,” she cursed. A second attempt headed the same result. What kind of storage unit used pure steel for their doors? She’d been confident they would be mixed with all sorts of metals that she would be able to crumble, but pure steel?

Mika sat back with a huff. Done in by stupid Jeff of all people. She couldn’t wait to tell Ray and deal with all the unsufferable gloating.

“Should we call Captain Man?” Bose voiced her thoughts.

“I guess there’s no point delaying the inevitable mockery.” He tilted his head “Sure, honey. Give him a call.”

Brainstorm fished his phone out of his blue-tipped, pant pockets. “Oh, oh.”

“Oh, oh? What oh?” Shoutout leaned over to look at the device. “Oh, oh,” she repeated, seeing the problem in the form of the four grey bars with a line through them in the top corner.

Pulling out her own phone confirmed the same thing. They were in a dead zone. No service meant no rescue call.

Mika tried not to panic, as she opened her call log and tried anyway. It didn’t even ring.

“The call cannot be completed as dialled,” the automated voice spoke.

“Have you tried?” She asked the other teen.

“No luck. Try the Swellview police? SOS calls should still go through.”

Mika dialled the number, a creeping dread crawling up her throat. The SPD weren’t the best people to have to rely on in an emergency, she knew that first-hand. Even before things with her aunt got messy, with the revealed identities and betrayal, she’d never want to count on the woman or her colleagues when it really mattered. Hell, even before she had superpowers the police wouldn't be in her top 5 of whom to call when in danger.

“You’ve reached the Swellview Police Department, how can I help you?”

“Yes, hello? This is Shoutout of Dangerforce, I’m calling because-”

She was cut off by the man on the other line laughing. “Dangerforce wouldn’t be calling us, hun. God, kids these days and their ridiculous pranks,” he chuckled.

“No, wait! This is really-” dial tone. The SPD had just hung up on her.

“Did… they just hang up on you?” Bose asked, reading her eye-twitch. “Hold on, let me try.”

Mika took a deep breath, then a second, and a third. How was it possible that the very people that citizens were supposed to rely on for help were so useless and uncooperative? She knew that Captain Man and Kid Danger’s presence over the years had made them slack, but this was ridiculous.

“Hello, this is Brainstorm,” Bose spoke as soon as his call was picked up, “please don’t hang up! Shoutout and I are trapped in the storage unit on East 34th, and really need help!”

Mika couldn’t hear the other half of the conversation, but she assumed the other teen’s eyeroll didn’t mean anything good.

“I understand why you might not believe me, but I swear-” he stopped, listening. “Don’t you think if we could call Captain Man, we would be? No, no, no, wait!”

Mika faced the wall and screamed again, only partially to see if it would do any damage this time.

“What do we do now? Sit here and wait, and hope someone finds us?” Bose tucked his phone away.

Mika pursed her lips, “best case scenario, Captain Man realises something is up and comes to check on us,” she leant against the wall close to the door, sliding down into a sitting position with her knees up. “Worst case, we're here till the cleaners come through, whenever that might be.”

Mike figured it best to stay near the door and listen for footsteps, so they could at least call for help, should some random citizen be wandering around a storage facility at- she tapped her phone screen- ten at night.

“So, what do we do while we wait?” Bose joined her on the floor, spreading his legs out. “We could play questions! Get to know each other better!”

Mika rolled her eyes, “Bose, we’ve known each other for three years, I think we know each other well enough.”

“Well, I’m bored. So, unless you want me to sit here poking you,” he demonstrated, digging his finger into her side, forcing a giggle and for the heroin to squirm away, “you’ll play.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, pushing his hand away. “What’s your first question?”

“Why do I have to go first?”

“You’re the one who suggested we play!”

“Yeah, but maybe that’s because I want you to ask about me!”

Mika laughed again, rolling her eyes fondly. “Ask your questions, Brainstorm, before I decide I don’t want to play anymore.

“Okay, fine,” he put a finger to his chin, in the classic exaggerated thinking pose. “I know! If you could choose any superpower, besides your screaming obviously, what would you want?”

“Ooh, good one, hmm.” Mika had to be honest, she’d not put much thought into it as of recent. Obviously, when she was a kid, watching Kid Danger and Captain Man on the news, she always imagined what she would want, but no serious consideration had ever gone into it. And since she’d discovered her own power, she could never imagine having anything else.

“Come on, Meeks, it’s not a hard question,” Bose taunted her.

“Hey! I’m thinking, jeez!” She shoved his shoulder with a huff.

Mika had to admit, she was glad it was Bose she was stuck here with. Miles would have been freaking out (assuming he was unable to simply teleport them out), and Chapa would beat her fists to a pulp trying to break out and then sulk in silence when it didn’t work. At least Bose was trying to keep the situation light. He knew as well as she did, they couldn’t do anything to speed up their inevitable rescue.

“I think shapeshifting would be the most useful,” she finally concluded.

“Well?” Bose raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m sure you’ve got a ten-page thesis on why it’s the best power. Let’s hear it. The short version at least.”

She hated how right he was about her. “Think about it, any situation you get yourself stuck-” she gestured around them, “-in, there’s something you could turn into that would fix it. Like if one of us could turn into a whale and take the roof off. Done.”

He nodded, “you know what, that makes sense.”

“Exactly. You know that saying about the jack of all trades?”

“You know I don’t but carry on.”

She laughed. “The popular saying is ‘Jack of all trades, master of none,’ implying that being kind of good at a lot of things is useless because you’re not amazing at any of them. In original English, the full saying was actually ‘Jake of all trades, master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.’ Society cut the latter half off and a lot of people forgot what the saying originally stood for.”

Bose nodded slowly, “I think I get it. Like having a bit of strength, a bit of speed, a bit of swimming and all that is better than only having one power.”

“Exactly! Need to be strong, a t-rex isn’t as strong as someone like Thunderman but could still be crazily useful in the short term.”

“Okay, but that’s what you’d find most useful, not the one you want the most. Ignore the logic for a second, pretend you’re not a crime-fighter, what’s something you always wished you could do?”

“That,” she tapped him on the nose, “is a whole other question, and I believe it’s my turn.”

Bose chuckled, shaking his head before waving for her to go on.

“Where’s the place you want to visit most in the world?”

Bose hummed, thinking. “To be honest, I’m happy in Swellview. I like it here,” he held Mika’s eye for a second too long before clearing his throat. “Besides, mum and I have moved a few times, and been on vacation a bunch. Swellview is home now.”

“Awwe!” Mika had to resist singing the genuine moments theme. That was such a sweet answer and something that was just so very Bose.

“Okay, same question as before. Power you’d want more than anything else,” Bose repeated his previous ask.

“I don’t know. I feel like talking to animals would be really fun?” Mika tried not to give it too much thought, as he wanted. “I’ve always wondered what my dog would say to me if we could understand each other.”

“Probably, ‘Oh Mika, your friend Bose is so cool! He gives the best pats!’” Bose grumbled in a low voice.

Mika laughed, “why did you make her sound like that?”

“Wait, Sergeant Snuggles is a she?”

Mika broke down, clutching her stomach. Leave it to Bose to completely miss the obvious.

“Okay, okay, be quiet,” he grumbled, shoving her, but his eyes shone with amusement. “Next question, come on.”

The game continued, the pair going back and forth on whatever random topics came to mind, with (usually Mike) going off on tangents when they were passionate about a particular subject.

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to do, but are too scared to try?” She didn’t know where the question came from, but now she wanted to know.

Bose always seemed so carefree, never really thinking too hard about whatever was in front of him, just rushing in headlong. He was less thick-headed than Chapa, but still far less cautious than herself or her brother, so she couldn’t help but wonder what actually scared him.

Bose blinked, clearly not expecting the deeper question. Everything asked so far had been fairly light.

“I dunno,” his eyes darted around the room.

Mika tilted her head, waving her hand in encouragement for him to continue.

“I guess, stand up to my stepdad?” He eventually muttered, picking at his shoelace.

Mika’s eyes softened. She knew what a bad relationship her friend had with the Vice-Mayor, with the older man making it clear how much he detested him. Mika still would likely never forgive him for insulting Bose to his face (well, Brainstorm’s face, but still. Bose had to hear it), back when Danger Force was hired to protect him from his own selfish schemes.

“I get that. Standing up to authority is really hard,” Mika sympathised, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Things are still weird with Aunt Didi. I just can’t look at her anymore without thinking about how she betrayed me. Us.”

Bose nodded. “Yeah. My mum came around after we saved her and the other mums, but she still hasn’t told my stepdad.”

Mika blinked. That was news to her, she had no idea her friend was still having to hide half of who he was at home. No wonder he spent so much time at her house or in the man’s nest.

“I’m sorry, that must be hard,” she rubbed his arm again.

She felt the moment his walls went back up, as he lightly shrugged her off. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. Okay, next question. What’s the worst prank you’ve ever pulled.”

Mika let him get away with the abrupt change in both topic and tone. Understanding that he didn’t want to get into his daddy issues while stuck in a room with no escape. Speaking of, she tapped her phone screen. They’d already been in here for almost two hours now.

A few more rounds passed of light and breezy questions, before, “why haven’t you asked any guys at school out, yet?”

Mika started. That was the last thing she’d expected Bose of all people to be asking her about. He always seemed so put off by the talk about her romantic life. Chapa would ask questions and grill her, while Bose and Miles would roll their eyes and tune the two out.

“You mean Micah? Or Jordan? Or Tyler? Or-”

“Yeah, yeah, whoever,” he cut her off with an eyeroll. “Whichever boy of the week you’re obsessed with. You’ve never asked any of them out.”

It wasn’t a question, it was an observation, she noticed.

Mika pursed her lips, unsure of exactly how vulnerable she wanted to be here. Talking to Chapa was easy. She judged Mika sometimes sure, but when it came down to it, the other girl was just as clueless as she was. Bose, meanwhile, had been on over a thousand dates last year. He had way more experience than her in matters of the heart.

“I don’t know,” she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “It just always doesn’t feel right. I don’t have much… experience with this stuff.”

Bose was quiet for a minute, just observing her. “Have you ever been on a date before?”

Mika buried her head in her knees and groaned. “Shut up,” she mumbled.

“I’m not making fun of you, I swear!” She heard him shift, likely raising his hands in defence.

“I’m just not comfortable talking to guys like that.”

Bose barely heard the muffled words past her knees, as she kept her face buried. “You talk to me all the time, what’s different?”

Mika thought about it. Bose was always different. She knew he’d never see her in a romantic light, so she wasn’t worried about looking cool or impressing him. He’d seen her in some of her most embarrassing and uncool moments.

“It just is. I don’t have to impress you.”

“Meeks, you’re awesome. You’d impress anyone just by being you.”

Mika turned her head to the side. He was already looking at her. His eyes were intense, like he truly believed what he was saying, and was trying to convince her of her own worth.

“I just feel like-” she stopped, trying to find the words to articulate what she wanted to say. “There’s just so much pressure about first romances, the first date, the perfect first kiss. Like the movies build it up to this huge thing. I wish I could just skip all that, completely.”

Bose bobbled his head in agreement. “I get what you mean. By the pressure and all that. You just gotta get out of your own head and go for it.”

“Who was your first kiss?” Mika asked before she could stop herself.

She knew that the one thousand dates didn’t wind up going anywhere, what with it being so many short interactions, with his alter-ego no-less, but it was clear that Bose had already had his first real relationship. Whether it was before she met him, or he just didn’t talk about it, she didn’t know.

“Vivian Helen, in the seventh grade,” he rattled off immediately.

So, two years ago, Mika did the math in her head. The early days of Danger Force.

She couldn’t imagine trying to juggle a relationship on top of getting superpowers and joining a team of people he barely knew. Absently, she wondered if that was why they broke up, assuming they ever officially dated.

“Was it serious?” She couldn’t help but want to know. It was kind of nice to have someone else to talk about all this stuff to.

“I mean, as serious as it can be when you’re twelve,” he laughed, pushing his hair back, a nervous habit. “I don’t think either of us ever thought we’d get married or anything. I guess that took a lot of the pressure off.”

Mika supposed that made sense. She just didn’t understand how someone could see someone they found attractive and just waltz up to them, with no prepping and no practice.

“If you want,” she looked back at Bose as he spoke, “we could… I mean I could help you… After all, we’ve already pretended…” He trailed off over and over, clearly struggling with the words.

Mika tilted her head to the side, giving him a quizzical look. Then she got it. Her eyes widened; her back snapping taught. Was he offering what she thought he was offering?

“Bose, what are you saying?” She must have been misreading things. Surely. There was no way he was actually saying-

“We could kiss.”

That.

“For like practice or something!” He rushed out, shifting uncomfortably, his eyes looking everywhere but at her. “You know, no pressure, no commitment...” he trailed off. “Never mind, it was stupid. Forget I said anything.”

“Hey, woah, it’s okay!” She tried to reassure him. “That wasn’t a no. I guess I’m just… thinking.” She also couldn’t bear if this made things awkward between them.

As it was, she felt bad about the whole pretend kissing thing to protect their identity (not that it worked). Her mum still wouldn’t let Mika close the door when Bose came over to watch Dog Bachelor every Sunday, even after she’d explained the lie to her.

She'd always make it so awkward with her glares and wild gestures, bursting into the room at random intervals, as if trying to “catch” them doing supposed they weren't supposed to be doing. Ha. As if that'd ever happen.

“What if it makes things weird between us?” She eventually voiced her biggest concern. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she let this happen, and it ruined their bond.

Her friendship with Bose had always been different, deeper, than with the other members of their team. Miles was her brother, but they were just so different. And Chapa was her confidant, but it still wasn't the same. Bose was her support system. She went to him for almost everything. She relied on him, told him her secrets. He was always there. She couldn't lose that. Not over something as silly as a kiss.

Bose shrugged, “it’s not like we’re going anywhere. Things can’t possibly get weird if we’re stuck together.”

Mika’s eyes darted around the room, unsure of where to look. Eye contact felt weird. “You mean like here? Right now?”

She wasn’t sure how much she agreed with his sentiment. Wouldn’t it just mean trapping them in the awkwardness if it did get weird? Taking away any chance at escape? Although, she supposed they wouldn't be able to run away, and would have to talk about it, if it did get weird.

Mika felt trapped. Part of her wanted to shrug it off, say something witty and pretend the conversation had never happened, but she had a feeling that would leave them in just as awkward of a spot- if not more so- than if they went through with it.

“Okay.”

Bose’s head shot up, “okay?”

“Okay. Let's do it,” she took a breath. “Let's kiss.”

“Okay, cool.”

For both of their sakes, she was going to pretend she didn't hear his voice crack.

Neither teen moved, clearly unsure of how to proceed, for a few thick moments. Eventually, Bose swallowed, shuffling to face her fully.

“We don't have to do this, you know?” His eyes darted between hers and the floor, as he struggled to hold eye contact.

“I want to,” her response was quick. Too quick. Mika felt her face heat up. “I mean, I want to get it over with,” she amended, which sounded bad for a different reason. “Not that this is like a chore, just in the sense that-”

Bose let out a breathy laugh, “it's cool, Meeks. I get it.”

“Cool.”

Mika turned her shoulders and leant forward. “Well?”

“Well?”

She rolled her eyes, “you're the experienced one here. Isn't that the whole point of this?”

“Oh. Right,” Bose coughed.

“Well?”

“Right,” Bose shifted forward further.

Mika spoke a big game, trying to hide how nervous she really was, especially now that she could feel his breath on her face.

Bose’s eyes darted between hers and her lips, which made her even more nervous as he leant forward. Only a few more inches.

Mika let herself get caught up in the moment. It was finally happening. Her first real kiss… and it was with Bose of all people.

She didn't want to admit how that seemed to make the moment even more special. She'd unpack that later. Or never. Never worked too.

He was taking too long, she decided.

Just as she leant in the last few centimetres, the wall next to them produced an odd noise, before crumbling.

The two startled teens leapt away from both each other and the now gaping hole in the wall they'd just been leaning against. And faced their boss.

“There you kids are! How long does it take to track down Jeff?” The adult man huffed, looking around the room. “Where is he anyway?”

Mike blinked, trying to clear her head. “Uh, he’s not here,” she admittedly lamely. “He kind of got away.”

“WHAT?”

“It's not our fault!” She jumped on the defence immediately, happy to take the distraction from what almost just happened. And sadly, didn't happen. “He locked us in when we came to investigate!” She stubbornly refused to look at her still-silent teammate.

“Locked you in? What do you mean he locked you in? How do you let the stupidest criminal in Swellview lock you anywhere?”

Mika's face burned. What a horrible end to a horrible night.

Well, a mostly horrible night.

She finally peaked at Bose from the corner of her eye.

He was already looking at her.

“ANYWAY,” she burst, making both guys jump, “where’s the rest of the team? How did fighting Drex go?”

Captain Man rolled his eyes, reading right through the misdirect, but letting her get away with it. “We'll debrief on both missions,” he paused to glare at the two teens, “tomorrow morning. AWOL and Volt are both in bed. Like you kids should be. It's after three in the morning, I've been looking for you guys for hours.”

Mika blinked. Three am? That wasn't possible. She'd just checked the time like twenty minutes ago, and it had only been midnight. She pulled out her phone, the light blinking at her. 3:16am. they'd spent over 5 hours locked in this room together.

“How did you find us?” She jumped when Bose finally spoke, looking away when he raised an eyebrow at her jumpiness.

“Don't worry about that,” Captain Man brushed it off.

Mika looked past him, at the fresh hole in the wall. And the next one. And the next one. Instead of opening doors and searching, their boss had apparently decided it was a better idea to break a hole into every room in the corridor. And who knew how many corridors he’d gone through before he got to theirs? Oh, god. They were going to owe the mayor’s office so many apology letters… which she would almost definitely have to write.

“Let’s just get you two back home.”

The teens didn't say anything or look at each other for the whole trip.

If Captain Man noticed, past his humming of the Drake and Josh theme song, he didn't comment.

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Chapter 2: Crossing paths

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He wasn’t a creep, he knew he wasn’t trying to be, he was just too enthusiastic. He kept looking at her, watching her order coffee, not pay and sit to drink it. That girl, she was one of the special ones. After quickly getting his own ticket, he searched for her. He just had this impulse, to be near her, to get to know more about what she could do. He couldn’t help it. He followed and sat right in front of her, startling her in the process.

“That’s an amazing gift you have.”

“Excuse me?” She looked up from her coffee mug and stared at him with a raised eyebrow before taking another sip.

“I saw what you did there, it was quite impressive.”

“I don’t know what you think you saw” She said after choking on the liquid a little, provoking a drop to fall down her chin. She reached her hand to grab a napkin, but the metal napkin holder flew to the man’s hand instead. He took one and offered it to her. Her eyes went wide as she took it. “You… you can do what I do?”

“Oh no, not at all.” The napkin holder flew back to the table. “My abilities are a little bit different. It is nice to meet a fellow mutant, though.”

“Mutant? Is that what you call us?”

“Yes, what would you call us?”

“I don’t know, I never really put a name to it.” She seemed lost in thought for a second, before returning to sit comfortably. “Can I put a name to you?”

He chuckled. Making sure to check if no one was around him to hear, he said his name in almost a whisper. “Erik, Erik Lensherr.”

“I’m Kay, just Kay.”

She extended her gloved hand expecting him to shake it, but he took it and brought it to his lips instead, making her smile at the gest.

“Pleased to meet you. Looks like we’re both heading to Poland”

“Oh, is that so? Looks like I might have a stalker.”

“Pardon miss” He recovered his posture. Making the woman uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted, and it suddenly hit him how blunt he had been. “I didn’t mean to come off that way, I was simply impressed with what you could do, that’s all. But I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you’d prefer.” He started to get up until she stopped him.

“No, I was kidding. I think… I wouldn’t mind having you as a stalker.” She said with a smirk. “Tell me, Erik, would you like an upgrade on your seat?”

The two mutants sat on the most comfortable plane seats Erik had ever been on. He had never cared much for first class before, in all the traveling he had done -and it had been quite a lot. Excessive luxury felt…well, excessive for him. Yet, the taste wasn’t lost to him, and he enjoyed the good things in life. Plus, the comfort made sense being in such good company as Kay was proving to be.

“And what is in Poland for you, if I may...?” He felt compelled to ask.

“Actually, it’s just a first stop. I’m heading to my home country, but I need to make a stop there. What’s in there for you?”

“A new start, you could say.” He was about to ask about her home country, but before he could have the chance to speak she interrupted his train of thought to ask if he liked champagne. Not a second after the words left her mouth a flight attendant was next to him, purple sparks on her eyes, handing him a champagne flute before filling another one for her.

“To new starts.”

“To new starts.” He repeated, raising his hand for the toast. Such a showoff she was. Deep in his mind, he couldn’t not think of Charles. His old friend, who always strived for anonymity. He would have never approved of this sort of thing, let alone do it himself. He very well could, but he wouldn’t. Not in public, not like this. “So, you just use it on people? Whenever you like?” It wasn’t a judgment, he was genuinely intrigued, fascinated even. And she saw it.

“What are they gonna do about it?” she shrugged and finished her glass. And again, all he could do was smile.

As he relaxed in his seat, his drowsiness mixing with the alcohol, he drifted off to sleep. Only several hours later he felt the strange warmth on his arm and opened his eyes to find the dark hair of the girl next to him all over his chest, her head laying on his shoulder. The bed-sized seats were big enough for them to sleep comfortably, and yet she had managed to sprawl on it so much that she ended up using him as a pillow. He tried to feel bothered by it but failed. Soon after, though, she was the one waking up. Blinking and stretching she said “Sorry.” And the warmth she left on him spread.

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When they arrived at the Warsaw Chopin Airport Erik didn’t feel any different than he did in the United States, or anywhere else for that matter. But to be fair, what had he expected? Peace? A sense of belonging? He knew such things weren’t meant to be for him. Kay was beside him taking in the sights as they went to get the luggage -it was then that he found out she didn’t have any.

“Is it your first time here?” Her looking around had prompted him to ask.

“No, it’s just… not how I remembered. Uhm, so where are you heading from here?”

“I was thinking about getting a hotel room for now, how about you?” She opened her mouth to speak, but something seemed to catch her eye in the distance. She walked to it, completely ignoring him for a moment. A map located on a nearby wall showed the flight connections with the neighboring countries. She placed her hand on it, right in the middle of the border line. “Is there something wrong?” He asked when he reached her.

“Erik, can you tell me what's between Poland and Ukraine?”

“There isn’t anything between…”

“Exactly.” She removed her hand but didn’t turn to look at him, fixated on the wall. “Would you believe me if I told you I was from the future?”

Erik rolled his eyes. “Surprisingly it’s not the first time I hear that.”

“What if I told you I was from another world?.”

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