𝖥𝗍: 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖨𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ┆𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖨𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗑 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 the 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇a 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖦𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍
You stretched big in your bed, the kind of lazy full body stretch that cracks your back in all the right spots but does little to shake off the heavy fatigue clinging to you.
You had stayed up way too late again last night, buried in your remote gig deadlines and that endless scroll of videos, so even the warm sunlight spilling through the blinds felt a bit too bright this morning.
Another regular Tuesday, or at least it felt like one. You and Jake had been roommates for almost two years now, and the routine was solid. Dude was basically family at this point, the human equivalent of a golden retriever: loud, loyal, always down for whatever.
You two had been through breakups, job stresses, late night talks about life goals, and everything in between. He had your back no matter what, and you had his.
“Yo, [Your Name]! Get your ass up before I eat all the bacon!” Jake’s voice boomed from the kitchen, full of that infectious energy he always carried.
It was followed by the sizzle of something delicious on the stove and the rich smell of fresh coffee hitting you like a warm hug, pulling you out of bed despite the tiredness weighing on your shoulders.
You grinned weakly to yourself, threw on some sweats and a faded band tee, and padded down the hall, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
Jake was already in full swing, shirtless with an apron on like a total dork, flipping eggs with one hand while scrolling TikTok with the other. At 5’7” with that messy brown hair and perpetual five o’clock shadow, he looked like he belonged in a frat house calendar, but the man could cook like a pro.
You clapped him on the shoulder as you walked in, grabbing a mug for coffee and leaning against the counter for a moment to steady yourself.
“Mornin’, princess,” he teased with a big grin, sliding a plate your way across the counter.
Scrambled eggs done just right, crispy bacon, avocado toast with a sprinkle of chili flakes, the works. “Figured you’d be dragging after that late night gaming sesh and whatever else kept you up. You really let me carry your ass in ranked again, bro. But hey, we still climbed a few divisions. Eat up, man. You look like you could use it.”
“Shut up, man. I was one clutch away from popping off,” you shot back, though your voice came out a little groggy as you grabbed a fork and dug in. The food was fire, as always, salty, savory, and hitting every spot, slowly chasing away some of the fog in your head.
You two had this easy rhythm, busting each other’s balls but always having each other’s backs through thick and thin. Sharing the rent on this decent little house on the edge of town felt like home, a real sanctuary away from the chaos of the world.
Jake worked construction during the day, putting in honest hours that left him built and tired, while you handled your remote gig from the spare room.
Nights were for beers, shitty movies, deep talks about whatever was on your mind, and just vibing.
He was the brother you never had, always hyping you up on your bad days, calling out your excuses when you needed it, and dragging you out for adventures when you got too stuck in your head.
You trusted him with everything, from your worst fears to your wildest dreams, even if today you felt more like crashing back into bed than conquering the world.
You guys scarfed breakfast at the kitchen island, swapping stories like always. Jake was going on about this new girl he matched with on an app, his eyes lighting up.
“Bro, she’s got legs for days and actually likes horror flicks. We stayed up texting about old slasher movies till like two in the morning. Might be the one, man. For real this time.”
You ribbed him about his last disastrous date, the one where the girl showed up with her emotional support dog(who just happened to be a man on a leash..), and you both laughed hard about it, replaying the details until your sides hurt despite your tiredness.
The laughter filled the kitchen, windows wide open to let in the fresh morning breeze that carried the scent of nearby trees and distant rain.
It was one of those perfect, low stakes days where everything just felt right. Sun warm on your skin through the glass, good food in your belly, and solid company that made the ordinary feel special. What more could a guy ask for?
After breakfast, you two moved to the couch for a bit, controllers in hand.
Jake beat you at Madden while you trash talked the whole time, promising revenge in the next round even as you fought back yawns.
“You got lucky with that interception, dude. Next game I’m burying you.” From there you switched to some YouTube deep dives on conspiracy theories because why not, laughing at the wildest ones and debating which might actually have a kernel of truth.
Jake even helped you fix that glitchy light fixture in the hallway you’d been meaning to tackle for weeks.
He grabbed the tools, you held the ladder, and together you had it sorted in no time, joking about how you two made the perfect handyman duo.
By early afternoon the tiredness was still hanging on you like a heavy blanket, so you stayed planted on the couch while Jake bounced around the house doing his thing.
You scrolled your phone half heartedly, sinking deeper into the cushions as the day wore on.
Eventually Jake joined you, fresh from a quick shower, and suggested putting on a movie.
You nodded lazily, perfectly content to do nothing else.
The two of you fired up that new action flick you had both been meaning to watch, the one with the killer cast and nonstop explosions. Jake cranked the volume and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, right at home.
As the movie played, Jake was shameless about calling out the eye candy on screen. “Damn, look at her. That actress is fine as hell. Those curves in that tight outfit? I’d risk it all, bro,” he said with a laugh during one scene, not holding back at all.
A few minutes later, a rugged male lead showed up shirtless in a fight sequence, and Jake whistled low. “Alright, not gonna lie, dude’s built like a tank and got that jawline. Fine ass man right there. Movie’s got something for everybody.”
You chuckled at his unfiltered commentary, too tired and comfortable to do more than nod along and throw in the occasional “Yeah, she’s killing it” or “Dude’s moves are insane.”
The back and forth kept things lively, with Jake pausing every so often to roast the plot or hype up the best shots, making sure you stayed engaged even in your lazy, wiped out state.
You spent the rest of the afternoon like that, sprawled on the couch together, the house filled with the sounds of the movie, popcorn bowls refilled midway, and easy conversation flowing between scenes.
Jake made sure to keep the snacks coming your way, knowing you were running on low energy.
Just bros being bros, the kind of day that reminded you why you two made such a good team. The sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the house, and by late afternoon you were both content, relaxed, and full of that easy contentment that makes life feel golden.
As the sun dipped lower and the golden light outside faded into deep oranges and purples, the house grew quieter. You stayed planted on the couch the whole time, too wiped out to move much.
The tiredness from last night had only gotten heavier as the day wore on, settling into your bones like a thick fog that made even lifting the remote feel like effort. Jake kept the vibes going though, cracking jokes and refilling your drink without you even asking. He was a good dude like that, always looking out.
“Alright, man, one more movie before we call it?” Jake suggested, scrolling through the options on the TV. You just nodded, sinking deeper into the cushions with a yawn.
The action flick from earlier had ended, so you two picked a solid horror thriller this time, something with vampires and shadows that felt fitting for the creeping darkness outside.
Jake dimmed the lights, kicked back with his feet up, and the room filled with the glow of the screen and the low hum of the surround sound.
Night settled in fully by the time the movie hit its stride. The windows turned black, reflecting the TV back at you, and the house felt cozy but isolated on the edge of town. You were getting more tired by the minute, eyelids heavy, body slumped like it was glued to the couch.
Jake was still full of energy though, shameless as ever with his commentary. “Yo, that vampire chick is fine as hell, but check out the tall dude in the shadows. Built like a damn statue, that jawline could cut glass. Fine ass man and woman in one scene, this movie knows what’s up.” He laughed, elbowing you lightly. “You seeing this? I’d let either one bite me, no cap.”
You managed a tired chuckle, muttering something like “Yeah, dude’s intense” through another yawn. The plot twisted with more blood and tension, but your focus kept drifting. Jake paused once to grab beers from the fridge, tossing one your way even though you barely touched it.
He rambled about the characters, hyping the action and roasting the dumb decisions people made on screen, keeping the night lively for both of you.
You appreciated it, even in your lazy, exhausted state. He was the perfect wingman for a chill night in, the brother who made sure you never felt alone in the quiet house.
Hours slipped by. The movie credits rolled, and you could barely keep your eyes open.
Jake stretched big, shirtless again after ditching his hoodie earlier, and clapped you on the shoulder. “You look dead on your feet, bro. Go crash if you need to. I might raid the kitchen for a snack first. Don’t let the vampires get you.” He grinned as you hauled yourself up the stairs to your room, waving him off weakly.
You collapsed into bed fully clothed in your sweats and tee, the exhaustion pulling you under almost instantly. The house fell silent around you.
At three in the morning, you jolted awake, throat dry as sandpaper from all the popcorn and that half-finished beer. The room was pitch black except for the faint glow of your phone on the nightstand.
Yawning wide, you rubbed your eyes and forced yourself out of bed, shuffling downstairs in just your boxers, phone flashlight on low because the bright lights would murder your head right now. The house was dark and still, only the faint hum of the fridge in the distance guiding you toward the kitchen.
That’s when you paused near the kitchen entrance.
There was a silhouette in there, tall and graceful, moving with an unnatural smoothness that didn’t match Jake’s usual lumber. At first you figured it was him grabbing that midnight snack. “Dude, you better save some chips for me tomorrow…”
A low, wet sound cut you off. Then a muffled gurgle. Goosebumps exploded across your arms. That wasn’t the fridge door. Heart hammering despite your exhaustion, you crept closer, flashlight beam trembling. The light hit the scene and your stomach dropped like a stone.
Jake, your roommate, your best friend, was slumped against the counter, eyes wide and glassy. A tall figure had him in an iron grip, one strong hand pinning his shoulder, the other cradling his head with eerie care. Sharp fangs were buried deep in the side of Jake’s neck. Blood trickled down, staining his shirt.
The guy towered quietly, lavender hair catching faint light as his large red eyes flicked up to lock onto yours. A gentle, polite smile curved his lips even now, soft-spoken and calm, like this was simply another quiet moment in his detached world, scars faintly visible along his face and neck in the dim glow.
Jake’s body twitched once, then went limp. The figure let him slide to the floor almost gently, wiping a trace of blood from his lips with the back of his hand in one fluid motion, that faint polite smile lingering with a touch of melancholic detachment.
You didn’t scream. Pure instinct hit through the fog of tiredness. Run, you idiot. You bolted back down the hall, bare feet slapping hardwood, flashlight bouncing wildly. Your mind raced: What the fuck? Vampire? Jake, oh God, Jake.
Behind you, a calm, velvety voice echoed with a soft Spanish accent, polite and composed. “Running already, little mortal? How predictable.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs as you sprinted down the hall, legs pumping on pure adrenaline despite the exhaustion still fogging your brain. This couldn’t be real.
No way. You’d fallen asleep watching that stupid horror movie with Jake, and now your tired mind was cooking up some nightmare bullshit. Vampires? In your kitchen? Yeah, right. Any second now you’d wake up sweating in your bed, heart racing from a dumb dream.
You didn’t stop to check. You hit the stairs, taking them two at a time, bare feet slipping on the wood. Behind you, the soft footsteps were unhurried, almost leisurely. That calm, velvety voice drifted after you, polite and soft-spoken with a gentle Spanish lilt.
You burst into your room and slammed the door, chest heaving. Not real. Just a dream. You backed away, tripping over a pile of clothes on the floor, and grabbed the first thing you could find a heavy lamp for whatever good that would do. Your mind raced with denial. Jake was probably fine downstairs, raiding the fridge like always. This was all in your head.
The door creaked open slowly, almost courteously. Bunny stood there, towering in the doorway, that gentle smile curving his lips even now. His large red eyes held a quiet, detached amusement, like he was observing something mildly entertaining rather than a frantic prey.
“You think this is not real?” he said softly, voice calm and composed, carrying that melancholic undertone. “How honest of you to deny it. I envy that certainty… even if it changes nothing.”
You bolted again, dodging past him with a desperate shove. He didn’t resist much, letting you slip by with an almost playful ease, that faint polite smile never fading.
The chase continued through the upstairs hallway, your panicked footsteps loud and clumsy against his silent, graceful pursuit. Every time you glanced back, he was there just close enough to keep the game going, never rushing, like he was quietly appreciating the honest fear in your movements.
You rounded a corner near the spare room, lungs burning, and suddenly strong arms closed around you from behind. Not crushing, but firm and inescapable, pulling you back against a tall, athletic frame with eerie gentleness. Bunny’s breath was cool against your ear as he held you there, one hand resting lightly on your shoulder in that same eerie care he’d shown Jake.
“Caught you,” he murmured politely, a touch of detached playfulness in his soft tone. His gentle smile pressed close, large red eyes half-lidded with quiet fascination. “This little game of chase… it is almost fun, no? You run with such honest fear. When I see someone running with such passion… it makes me want to… well, you understand.”
You struggled weakly, mind still screaming denial this had to be a dream, a hallucination from too many late nights but his grip was real, cool and unyielding yet strangely considerate. Bunny let out a soft, melancholic chuckle, almost self-deprecating.
“Struggle if you wish. It changes little. But tell me, mortal… what will you do now that the dream has teeth?”
Bunny’s arms tightened around you like cool steel wrapped in velvet, his towering 6’2” frame making your struggles feel almost pathetic in comparison. No matter how hard you twisted and kicked, your bare feet scraping uselessly against the hardwood, he held you fast from behind.
The cool, solid press of his athletic chest against your back sent involuntary shivers racing down your spine. His lavender hair brushed lightly against your shoulder as he leaned in, that faint, polite smile never leaving his scarred lips.
“You struggle so honestly,” he murmured, his voice soft and velvety with that gentle Spanish accent, calm as if he were commenting on something beautiful rather than pinning a frantic man against him. “It stirs something in me… this passion. I envy it.”
You bucked wildly, elbows flying back, heels kicking at his shins with everything you had left in your exhausted body. A low, breathy grunt escaped you as you fought, heart hammering so hard it felt like it might burst.
But Bunny barely moved. With effortless strength, he simply lifted you clear off the floor. Your legs kicked uselessly in the air now, toes dangling several inches above the ground.
The height difference was overwhelming; he handled your weight like it was nothing, one powerful arm locked around your waist while the other hand slid up to cradle your jaw, tilting your head to the side with eerie gentleness.
Your back pressed flush against his tall, muscular frame, heat from your flushed skin meeting his unnatural coolness in a way that made your pulse race even faster.
“Easy now,” he whispered politely against your ear, breath cool and sending goosebumps blooming across your heated skin.
His large red eyes gleamed in the darkness, half-lidded with quiet fascination as he studied the frantic pulse jumping in your neck. “I am still deciding… whether to drain you here or keep you a little longer. Your blood smells so alive. Honest. Warm with fear and exhaustion… it makes my mouth water.”
You thrashed harder, legs bicycling in the empty air, fists hammering back against his sides and shoulders. “Get the fuck off me!” Your voice came out rough and desperate. Bunny only hummed softly, almost affectionately, as he pressed his tall body even closer, one hand sliding down to grip your hip firmly, holding you suspended and pinned against him.
His fangs grazed your neck first, teasing, sharp points dragging slowly over your throbbing vein. Then, without warning, he bit down hard.
A sharp, electric burst of pain flared through you as his fangs sank deep into your flesh. You cried out, body jerking violently in his unbreakable hold, legs kicking wildly while he kept you lifted effortlessly off the ground.
The sensation was overwhelming burning pain melting into a deep, throbbing pull as he began to drink. Hot blood flowed steadily into his mouth, and Bunny let out a low, appreciative groan that vibrated straight through your body. He drank slowly, deliberately, savoring every long pull with quiet hunger. "N.. No stop.."
You kept fighting, fists pounding weakly against his arm and chest, legs kicking and thrashing in the air. Each strike grew heavier, slower, as the draining continued. Minutes stretched on.
The steady, rhythmic sucking at your neck sent waves of heat and cold through you, making your head spin. Your punches turned into sluggish slaps, barely making contact. Tiredness crashed over you like a heavy tide, the exhaustion from the long day mixing with the blood loss until your limbs felt like lead.
Bunny held you tighter, his tall frame supporting your weakening body as he fed deeper, longer. His tongue pressed firmly against the bite, coaxing more blood in slow, sensual draws. A faint, melancholic hum of pleasure escaped him between swallows, growing more frequent as he tasted you. “So good…” he breathed against your skin, voice husky and soft. “Your blood… it is sweet with that honest fear and tiredness. I like it. I like you like this.”
Your vision started to blur at the edges, eyelids growing impossibly heavy. You tried to hit him again, your fist connecting softly against his shoulder before sliding down uselessly. Your legs twitched with weaker kicks, toes curling as the intimate pull continued.
The world narrowed to the cool press of his powerful body holding you aloft, the wet heat of his mouth on your neck, and the relentless, intoxicating sensation of him drinking you down.
“…stop…” you mumbled, voice slurring as your head lolled back heavily against his chest. Your eyes barely stayed open, fluttering half-shut despite your best efforts, lashes heavy with fatigue. Bunny’s grip remained secure and possessive, one hand gently stroking your side as if comforting you through the haze while he continued feeding.
He kept drinking, long and unhurried, lost in the taste of you. Each deep pull sent fresh waves of dizziness crashing through your mind. Your body grew limp in his arms, the last remnants of resistance fading as exhaustion claimed you.
Your eyelids drooped lower… lower… until they finally slipped shut completely. You passed out against him, head resting limply on his shoulder, body slack and warm in his unbreakable hold.
Bunny continued to drink for a few moments longer, savoring the final slow flows of your blood even as you hung unconscious against his taller frame.
A soft, contented sigh escaped him. When he finally pulled back, his lips were stained crimson, a thin trail of your blood running down his chin. That gentle, polite smile returned as he licked it away, large red eyes watching your peaceful, exhausted face with newfound warmth and quiet affection.
“Sweet,” he breathed, voice husky yet still composed. “Sweeter than I expected… laced with your tiredness and that honest fear. I like your blood very much. And you… you are interesting. I think I will keep you alive for now. Killing you so soon would be a terrible shame.”
He held your unconscious form gently against him, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other supported your head. The quiet house felt smaller, charged with heat and the lingering intimacy of the long bite.
Bunny’s smile lingered, soft and faintly longing, as he carried you effortlessly, already wondering how much more of you he might taste when you woke.
Weeks had passed since that first chaotic night. Jake was gone, taken somewhere Bunny assured you he would recover in time, though the details remained vague and you stopped pushing after the third quiet conversation.
Bunny had chosen to keep you alive, and in the quiet hours after midnight he began to visit. At first you fought him every time, cursing and swinging weak punches. But his calm patience wore you down.
He never rushed. He simply sat on the edge of your bed in the dark, talking in that soft polite voice until you listened.
You learned he liked old books and quiet music. He asked about your remote job, your late nights gaming with Jake, the small things that made your ordinary life feel real to him. “Hey, what’s your name you never told me,” you asked voice low with curiosity. He hums, “My name is Bunny Iglesias. Call me Bunny for short or however you see fit.” he gives you that Same polite smile.
And in return he shared fragments of his long existence, always with that melancholic undertone, as if every memory carried a faint sadness.
Nights blurred together. You found yourself waiting for the moment the house grew still and he appeared, tall and graceful, lavender hair catching moonlight, large red eyes watching you with growing interest.
Tonight the tension felt thicker than usual. You had been talking for hours on your bed, shoulders brushing, when Bunny shifted closer.
His hand rested on your thigh, cool fingers tracing lazy circles.
“You have grown used to me,” he murmured, voice velvety and low. “I can hear your heart beating faster when I come near. Do you still fear me, or is it something else now?”
You swallowed hard, heat rising in your face. “Maybe both. You’re still a damn vampire who bit me.”
Bunny’s gentle smile deepened, scarred lips curving with quiet amusement. “Honest as always. I like that about you.” He moved suddenly, smooth and powerful, pressing you down onto the mattress.
His tall frame covered yours completely, muscular body settling between your legs as he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand.
The weight felt overwhelming in the best way, his cool skin contrasting the growing heat between you.
You breathed faster, staring up into those large red eyes. “Bunny…”
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered politely against your mouth, though his body pressed closer, hips rolling once in a slow, deliberate grind that made you gasp. “But I think you do not. Your blood calls to me again tonight. I have thought about its taste every night since I first drank from you.”
His free hand slid under your shirt, cool palm gliding over your heated skin. You arched into the touch, a low sound escaping you.
Bunny leaned down, lips brushing your jaw before moving to your neck. He licked a long, slow stripe up the side of your throat, tongue flat and warm against your pulse. Then another, wetter stripe, savoring the salt of your skin as if he could not get enough.
“You taste so good even here,” he breathed, voice husky now. “Warm. Alive. Honest.” He dragged his tongue up again, slower this time, pressing firmly along your vein while his hips rocked against you in a steady rhythm that had you throbbing beneath him.
You moaned softly, body responding despite yourself. “Fuck… Bunny…”
He teased you with his teeth next, sharp fangs grazing lightly over the sensitive skin, scraping without breaking through yet.
He nipped gently at your pulse point, sucking lightly, then licked another broad stripe to soothe it. The contrast between his cool tongue and the sharp threat of his fangs made your head spin with need.
“Please,” you whispered, half delirious.
Bunny hummed in approval, large red eyes locked on yours. “I like when you ask so honestly.” He positioned himself perfectly above you, tall body dominating yours, then bit down hard.
The sharp sting exploded into intense pleasure as his fangs sank deep. You cried out, back arching hard off the bed, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Bunny groaned deeply against your neck, the sound vibrating through you as he drank.
He fed with long, sensual pulls, tongue working to draw more of your blood while his hips continued that slow, grinding rhythm against you. Every swallow sent waves of heat and dizziness through your body, mixing pain and pleasure until you could barely think.
“So sweet,” he murmured between pulls, voice thick with desire. “Your blood is perfect. I could drink from you every night and never tire of it.” He thrust his hips forward again, pressing his hardness against you through the thin fabric separating you. “And you… I like having you under me like this. Warm and struggling so beautifully at first, then melting for me.”
Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as another deep pull made your vision blur with overwhelming sensation.
The wet heat of his mouth, the cool strength of his body pinning you down, the steady grind of his hips, it all built higher and hotter.
Bunny kept drinking deeply, savoring you, his moans low and appreciative against your skin while he rocked you both closer to the edge.
He finally pulled back just enough to lick the fresh bite mark clean, crimson eyes glowing with satisfaction and something deeper. “I am keeping you,” he said softly, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck. “For a very long time.”
I rushed the last parts, sorryyyy
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