The thing is nobody at pride is evaluating you to determine if you’re queer enough to be there because they’re too busy thinking “it’s so hot out” and “why is this lemonade 12 dollars?”
Alright, Vampire Mary was one half of the tie from the smut poll, which only halfway helped me plan some content, haha. I may have added some extra lore to this one, I don't know what it means or if I'll expand on it, but enjoy you lovely little freaks. Next up is the bloody chase with Creature V.
also dedicating to @infestissumaam and the anon who also requested Vampire Mary❤️ (the fact that these were all three asked within an hour of each other is a delight.)
Under The Spell
Vampire Mary Goore x f!reader
“So, believe me now?” Mary smirked, running his tongue over his fangs.
“You can pick those up at any Halloween store, dickweed.”
“Man, you really are a hard sell, aren't you?”
Grabbing your hand, he guided it to his mouth and pressed the tip of your index finger to one of his elongated canines. You let out a hiss as the point easily punctured your skin, a small bead of blood forming at the wound. Mary's lips enclosed around your finger, sucking hard as his eyes closed, a growling rumble erupting from his throat.
“Mary, what're y-you-”
Retreating your finger with a wet suction pop, he grinned at you with impossibly darkened eyes.
“Still think I'm bluffing?” He took a step towards you, making you stumble back with a gasp. Immediately he looked equal parts amused and intrigued.
“Oh, so you're afraid of me now? After telling me you'd spent so many nights rubbing one out to vampire flicks, now you're turning into a coward?”
Tightening his grip around your fingers, you swallowed hard as his other hand roughly clutched your waist. The green hue of his eyes was mesmerizing in the moonlight, almost hypnotic, as he stared unblinking into you, through you. Your heart was pounding against your ribs so hard it almost hurt and not a single coherent thought was in your head as you stared back.
To you, Mary was a drunken one-night-stand that was truthfully not your most exciting hookup, but you’d managed to stay friends after. Okay, friends with the occasional benefit. Still, you thought you knew him fairly well. Yet this new…revelation was something you’d never expected, even if you’d always thought there was something admittedly otherworldly about him. Never in your wildest dreams/fantasies could you have imagined this. But then again, it was Mary who sent the text “meet me by the woods next to the cemetery”- what else did you expect?
“I'm not afraid,” you stammered, rather unconvincingly. “I'm just trying to wrap my head around this. Jesus fuck, Mary…”
Smirking, his teeth gleaming against the darkness, he massaged his fingers against your palm, eyeing the puncture wound on your thumb.
“I already know what you taste like,” he grinned. “In more ways than one, of course. Want to know what it reminds me of?”
With a sharp tug of his hand, he pulled you against him, making you crash roughly against his chest.
“Like a filthy fuck under a full moon, with you screaming as I rip you apart. I'm going to tear you to fucking pieces.”
Mary bared his teeth with a snarl, dragging his fangs against the pale skin of your wrist, his tongue dragging an obscenely wet trail in its path.
“You'd be so easy to take. Right here. I bet you wouldn't even try to fight me off. Fuck, I can smell your dripping cunt from here.”
To your shame, he wasn't wrong. Everything about him, the way he was eyeing you like a starving dog with a bone, to his all-too familiar scent of cheap beer and cigarettes now darkened with something even more sinister, down to his steel grip on your hand, a strength you'd never seen from him before. It was all turning you on at a wicked, disgusting speed.
“Tell you what. I'll give you a headstart. But when I catch you, and I will catch you, I'm gonna fuck you into the fucking dirt. Then I'm going to see what you taste like as you cum on my cock like the filthy fang-banger you always wanted to be.”
This time, he pulled his face in close, closing the distance so tightly you thought for a moment he was pulling you into a kiss. Instead, he spoke in a growl so close to your mouth that his lips brushed yours as he spoke.
“Just say no and you can go back to the bar, fuck some nauseatingly dull tech bro, and we go back to fucking when you get bored. But say yes-” he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “And I'm gonna give you a night you'll be fucking yourself to for the rest of your life, I can promise you that. So, you're up, doll. Yes or no?”
Truthfully, even if (and likely) this was some fucked up roleplay scenario with fake fangs from a guy who just loved to show you a good time, you had to admit it was a pretty good ruse. With a deep inhale you gathered yourself, straightening your spine as you returned his gaze.
“Fine, Mary. Yes.”
With a devilish grin, he flicked his tongue over your lips before spinning you around roughly so your back pressed against his torso as he gripped your shoulders.
“I said I'd give you a head start. If I were you… I'd fucking run.”
Mary gave you a shove so forceful you nearly face-planted into the dirt, but you managed to right yourself with just enough time to catch your breath before breaking into a sprint. Your path was only lit by the moonlight cascading through the leaves as you raced through the forest, your feet slamming against the earth below as fast as they would carry you. While you weren't afraid he'd actually hurt you, at least you didn't think he would, the thrill of danger, of the chase, of the lingering threat he'd given you was equal parts terrifying and titillating.
Truthfully you hadn't run this hard since high school and even then it wasn't because you were being chased, let alone by an apparent creature of the night. Your lungs burned as you struggled to take a deep breath, temporarily doubling over with your temples pounding. Besides the odd call of an owl or nightingale, the forest was oddly silent, no sounds of footfalls or even breaking twigs. It was as if you had hallucinated the entire conversation, leaving you completely alone surrounded by the darkness.
“Where are you, älskling?” an eeriely playful singsong voice called out.
With a gasp, you dove behind the nearest tree, crouching down with your back against the trunk, your hands clasped over your mouth. Part of you felt utterly ridiculous as you hid, knowing this was likely just another Mary ploy to make sure you didn't get bored with him, something you had a sneaking suspicion actually worried him quite a bit. But the other part of you, the more concerning part, wondered what would happen if this was real. And what he would do to you when he caught you.
“Is that the best you can do?” His voice was in your ear, condescending and smug and impossibly close. “That's just pathetic.”
Scrambling away with a yelp, you barely managed to get to your feet before a solid mass slammed against your back sending you crashing to the foliage covered ground. You tried to scream but a hand quickly covered your mouth, stifling whatever sound would have escaped.
“You better watch yourself, älskling. We don't want you to crack open that pretty little head.”
As he yanked your face upward, you saw with horror that you'd nearly landed on a concrete slab. A gravestone. Apparently you'd run far enough you'd made it to the cemetery. There was a sick sort of irony in that…
Just as harshly, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your hands to your chest as leaves tangled in your hair underneath you as he settled himself between your legs. His eyes were wild, with a dangerous glint that just for a moment put real fear into you. But as he smirked, you saw he was still in there, even if it was now below the surface of something darker.
“I told you I was going to catch you. I was just expecting you to put up more of a fight. Gotta say, I'm a little disappointed you didn't at least try to get away.”
Mary leaned in to bring his nose to your throat, inhaling deeply with a sound that could only be described as a ravenous growl. As he enclosed his mouth against your neck, sucking hard enough you feel a bruise immediately rise to the surface as you let out a sharp hiss.
“I said I was gonna fuck you into the dirt. You think you can be a good girl and take that, huh?”
His hand found the button of your jeans, yanking them down and sliding his finger along the wet fabric of your underwear with another insatiable growl.
“Fuck,” he rasped against your ear as he involuntarily grinded his hips against you, his cock already throbbing with heat. “Already so fucking wet for me. Guess you really do have a thing for vampires, you dirty little-.”
“Mary…”
You couldn't help but buck yourself against his hand, sounding so desperate you were almost embarrassed but you pleaded nonetheless. You knew he loved it when he made you beg but something told you even he wasn't looking to draw this out. A pathetic, whining moan escaped your mouth as he slipped his fingers into the band of your underwear, sliding the fabric down your thighs with ease.
“I'm serious, babygirl. You're gonna think about this night the rest of your fucking life. No one is ever gonna fuck you like I am. I'm gonna fucking tear you apart.”
“Mary, stop fucking talking. I need you inside me.”
With an almost demented chuckle, he freed himself from his own stupidly tight jeans, his cock immediately pressing against your entrance as he slid his knee behind your leg to open them even further. Your nails dug into the shoulders of his leather jacket, biting your lip so hard you nearly broke the skin as he lined himself up, grinning wickedly as you once again squirmed beneath him.
With a brutal snap of his hips, he pushed himself entirely into you, sinking into your heat as you moaned, your head tipping back as Mary gripped your wrists, holding them down beside your head as he cursed, burying himself inside you with a snarl.
You'd almost forgotten what his larger promise had been, with the boiling warmth of pleasure rising inside of you with every thrust. It was making you dizzy with want, your arousal creating a wet squelching noise as he fucked into you.
“You ready for me, älskling?” he asked in a rumbling, breathless growl, opening his mouth wide enough for you to see his fangs shining against the moonlight. Yet you still didn't know if he was bullshitting you.
You nodded, turning your face to the side, exposing your throat to him with a rough swallow as he slid out of you, just enough to drag his cock against your clit with deliberate intensity.
With an animalistic snarl, he plunged his teeth into your neck, immediately drawing blood as his tongue lapped against the wound. You cried out, almost screaming as you clawed at him, your eyes clenched shut as your pleasure cascaded over you, your body on fire as you felt your vital fluid being sucked away from you. A crimson pool cascaded around the stone beneath you as he drank, hungrily, greedily lapping at your throat as he plunged himself into you once more.
Mary leaned back, a mouthful of blood dripping obscenely down his chin and across your chest as he regarded you with sick delight, the last of your orgasm pulsating through you as he kept up with his unrelenting thrusts. He was starting to lose himself now, his eyes rolling back as he dragged his tongue across his lips, savoring the taste of you before diving in yet again, latching onto your neck with furious strength.
A second wave of pleasure crashed into you as you let out a silent scream, gasping and gulping for air as you grinded yourself against him, Mary letting out another brutal snarl as he spilled himself inside of you in flooding streams. Your vision went white. Everything faded away as your body went limp, losing every conscious thought in your head.
“Shhh, shh shh,” Mary whispered gently as you came to, sitting up only enough to slide his leather jacket off his narrow shoulders. You were shivering violently, your teeth knocking against each other with every quake.
“Mary? W-what the fuck…”
With one arm behind your back, he tucked the jacket tightly around you, pulling the lapels across your chest before caging himself around your body once more, stroking your hair lovingly.
“I know you're cold but stay with me, babygirl. You did so well for me. Tasted like fucking heaven just like I knew you would.”
The chattering of your teeth lessened as the surprising warmth radiating around you from his body sunk in. Weakly, you grabbed at his arms, your fingers trembling against his bare skin as you tucked your face against his neck, still fighting the tears stinging your eyes.
“I'm gonna get you home, okay, älskling? You're gonna feel like a fucking truck hit ya but I'm gonna take care of you, alright?”
You nodded, still feeling limp in his grasp as you let him hoist you to your feet but believing every word. Already you began to feel less boneless and frail, but definitely not enough to drive the two of you back to your apartment. Still, you reached down to fish your keys out of your pocket before Mary's hand enclosed around yours.
“Nuh uh, I'm driving. Can't have you passing out behind the wheel and gettin’ us both killed.”
“Both?” You asked quietly, teasing with what strength you had.
“You know what I mean, you little punk,” Mary smirked, shifting his arm to slide more comfortably around your waist as he half-carried you.
“Did ya see the name on the grave we fucked on by the way? It was a weird one.”
“Says the guy named Mary?”
“Ha bloody ha.”
Tugging you close, pressing his lips against your temple in a surprisingly tender kiss before glancing back over his shoulder towards the cemetery.
“Still though. What the fuck kinda name is Emeritus?”
He stumbled back to his quarters, the afterglow of the ritual rapidly fading. He was sweaty. Sore. He was always sweaty and sore—why did he think it would be any different this time around?
He brought the wash cloth up to his face, and paused. After a moment of hesitation, he started carefully wiping away the unfamiliar parts of the skull paint.
There he was, underneath it all, looking back at himself from the mirror. The same as he had always been.
“Not Papa,” he sighed to himself. “Cardinal.”
An accidental companion series to my last Papa IV piece—look, that initial rush of Post-Coronation BDE Confidence can only last for so long.
This started out as that one painting at the end, and then just… kept going! I am WEAK and full of feelings.
number 39 with the positions flipping fast - twinwich. Positions keep changing because you are getting passed back and forth between them
[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.
I was so casual about this. Definitely didn’t keep drifting off, lost in thought. This is fine. Everything’s fine.
Also this just dives right into filth, so fair warning. It's getting wild.
(And no twin-on-twin action, by the way. just good ole fashioned mfm)
“Look at me while he’s fucking you,” V snarled against your ear, pulling your head back by your hair to force your gaze to his face. With your back pressed against his chest, your arms pinned firmly behind you, his other hand clasped around your wrists.
Meanwhile, Copia had his cock fully buried in the wet heat of your cunt, furiously fucking into you while muttering a slew of curses in his mother tongue. He was on his knees on the foot of the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist as you leaned against his twin, still growling in your ear. Copia seemed mesmerized by the sight, the way his length sunk into you at full force, one hand digging into the meat of your thighs while the other roughly kneaded your breast.
You were no stranger to fucking either of them, but of course that had always been separately. Sure you'd fantasized in the past about taking them both at the same time, playing with the idea about who you thought would be most willing to take you up on your dare. But you never thought that would actually happen. Yet when you'd broached the subject in a moment of whiskey-laden boldness, despite some initial hesitancy on the matter of logistics, you'd discovered they were both… strangely comfortable with the idea.
“Look at me,” Copia groaned, reaching for your chin to angle your face back in his direction. The desperation in his eyes was palpable as his fingers trembled against your sweat-dampened skin. Cursing once more knowing he wouldn't last long at this pace, he pulled out, leaving you so painfully empty. Though it wouldn't be for long as you knew V would quickly step in.
Suddenly, you were flipped onto your stomach, hands pulling your hips upward as fingers dragged along your entrance, already sopping wet with arousal.
“What a beautiful mess you have made.”
Whether that comment was directed at Copia or you, you weren't sure but you shuddered as you felt V’s cock slide against your folds, stopping to press against your clit only for a moment before pulling back. You whined, arching your back in desperate hopes of contact, but a sudden harsh slap to your ass made you jump.
“Wicked little thing,” V growled, leaning over you and grabbing a fistful of your hair.
You could have sworn you heard Copia let out a hiss of displeasure but he kneeled in front of you at the side of the bed, pulling your arms forward and pinning your hands to the mattress. When his eyes met yours, they were wide but not uncertain or questioning in any way. He knew you wanted this and he would take on hell itself for you to get what you wanted.
“You think you're ready for me?” V asked, diabolically prodding with his cock once more.
Nodding, you tried to keep your gaze fixed on Copia, but as V sank into you all at once, your eyes rolled back as a guttural, hoarse cry left your lips. The pace set was relentless, but not as rough as you were prepared for, and Copia’s fingers threaded with yours against the bedsheets. Slowly, V’s hand trailed from your hip to your shoulder, using the grip to thrust into you with more intensity, his cock slamming against your sweet spot. Heat spread under your skin as your pleasure rapidly began to build, your muscles contracting around him as your thighs quivered.
“Not yet, angel,” V murmured, sliding out of you with a groan. Copia’s fingers stroked yours tenderly as he leaned in, kissing your forehead through your sweat-dampened hair.
“This is what you want, yes?” he asked quietly, eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. You nodded encouragingly, still breathless and unable to form a coherent sentence, but you were able to smile weakly. V, being on the same wavelength as his twin, ran his hand through your hair, brushing loose strands away from your face.
“How’s our girl?”
Our girl. That’s who you were, who you wanted to be. Shared between two equally devoted men that cared more about your pleasure than their own but above all wanted your fantasies made real, with no question to your safety.
V slid this hand under your chin, angling your face towards him. There was a softness in his eyes as he smirked but with the clear hint of devilish intent lingering behind them. It was enough to make you come undone then and there.
“Ready for more, angel?”
Again you nodded in agreement, your gaze shifting between them.
“On your back,” he ordered, stroking his hand idly along his glistening length, still soaked with your arousal. Copia stepped back as V placed himself beside you, standing next to your place on the bed with his cock at eye-level with your face. Placing your legs over his shoulders, Copia began kissing a wet trail along your inner thigh, slowly making his way towards your sex with hungry moans escaping him freely.
Stroking your face, V brought his cock to your lips, already weeping with his own desperation. You took him into your mouth voraciously, your tongue swirling around his tip as your cheeks hollowed. V’s head tipped back as he groaned, his hand cradling the back of your head as he thrust into your mouth, your lips already reddening from the friction. Copia’s mouth finally made contact with your swollen clit, lapping wildly as he worked, your hips bucking against his mouth. You were already close before, but the devilish work of Copia’s tongue was quickly building you up even more as your rhythm on V’s cock began to falter.
“Stop,” V ordered his brother. “Stop.”
With a whimpering moan, Copia pulled away from you, placing a gentle kiss against your entrance as you did. You began to squirm, desperate for their touch, desperate for release, utterly useless at thinking of anything else.
“This is for you, angel,” V smirked, once again running his hand over his beautifully throbbing cock. “Tell us how you want us to make you cum. Show me how you want this.”
Shifting to your knees, you looked over to Copia, beckoning him towards you by patting the bed.
“Lie down,” you uttered in a ragged voice. Dutifully, he did as you asked, looking over at you expectantly. His cock bobbed against his soft stomach, the tip so red it must be aching by now. Swinging one leg over, you lowered yourself onto his face, lining your sex to his mouth. Immediately his hands flew to your hips, dragging you down to grind against his lips, the vibrations from this moans against your clit sending jolts of pleasure to your core.
“Come here,” you breathed, ushering V to stand in front of you. Your lips enclosed once more around his cock, this time with such intensity his tip collided with the back of your throat. V let out a groan, much more urgent and strained out as your hands kneaded his muscular thighs.
As you rode his face, Copia’s delicious noises emboldening you further, you reached behind down to grasp his hand, guiding it downward until he reached his cock, grasping it firmly and pumping wildly.
Every inch of your skin was alight with pleasure and your mind was clear of any thought besides what was happening to you, what was being done to you. Glancing up, you locked eyes with V, his mouth hanging open as your mouth bobbed against his cock, sucking and twirling your tongue expertly around him. He was already twitching against your lips, his legs beginning to quiver as you picked up the pace.
“Don’t cum,” you ordered, pulling away with a gasping breath. “Either of you. Not yet.”
V let out a slew of curses as you went back to work, sucking him into your wanting mouth while Copia groaned underneath you, immediately releasing his grasp on his cock and returning his hand to massage the curve of your ass.
You were so close now, knowing you were hitting your peak rapidly, the deep ache in your stomach coiling impossibly tight. You pace quickened against Copia’s mouth, hearing his muffled whimpers against your cunt as he feverishly fucked his tongue against you. Your own cries were escaping now as you tried to focus your breathing through your nose but your movements were becoming more frenzied, losing control over how quickly you sucked V’s cock into your mouth.
Knowing his own limit and desperate to obey your command, V stepped back, swearing loudly as he knelt beside you, his mouth colliding with yours in a ferocious kiss. That was all it took to push you over the edge as you bore your weight against Copia’s mouth as V’s tongue snaked past your lips. Furiously, your orgasm crashed into you with a force you’d never before felt, crying out like a feral beast as tears streamed down your cheeks while V snarled against your mouth. Copia continued to suck at your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore, resorting to sliding limply to the side of the bed while two sets of hands carefully guided you down.
Mewling and whimpering, your limbs felt impossibly heavy, your toes and fingers tingling and numb as you melted against the cool sheets. Copia tucked himself tightly against you, murmuring adorations into your ear as he stroked his hand along your arms while V hovered above you, his knees on either side of you as he massaged the muscles in your legs. With a gulp, you forced yourself to open your eyes.
“Touch yourselves,” you stated boldly. “Both of you.”
Pressing his forehead against your cheek, Copia reached down, obediently stroking himself as he groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering closed. Still straddling you, V followed suit but his fingers also quickly slid between your folds, sinking into you with miraculous ease. As he fucked into his hand, V nimbly carassing your soaking cunt and coaxing another rising peak from your depths. Turning to face him, you pulled Copia into a passionate kiss, licking your lingering arousal from his lips as he moaned against your mouth, his hand pumping relentlessly along his cock, pressing himself into your side.
Leaning over you, you could hear V’s moans become more strained, his fingers now stroking your walls with maddening accuracy, hitting every sweet spot deep inside you while his thumb raked against your clit. The three of you were reaching your climaxes simultaneously, the shared cacophony of your cries a beautifully vulgar symphony. Copia was the first to break, with ropes of his release coating your torso in exquisite streams, shuddering and gasping against you. V, determined for your release before his own, drove his fingers into you in a vicious tempo as you cascaded into the throws of pleasure, once again losing yourself entirely. Finally, thick ropes erupted from his cock, delicate pearls falling across your stomach as he nearly collapsed on top of you, a repeated mantra of “fuck, fuck fuck” under his breath. After a moment, he flopped to your side, panting as he stared empty-eyed at the ceiling.
The three of you laid there, fuck-drunk and euphoric, with nothing but the sounds of labored breathing as you came down from your combined highs. Your skin still prickled as your sweat cooled, sore and spent, but so blissfully, blissfully satisfied. After an eternity of silence, Copia spoke.
“Was that what you hoped for, amore?”
“How did we hold up to your expectations?”
You chuckled, holding out a limp hand to each of them.
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