Warnings: language, Lestat being dramatic, blood drinking, nude Dom, mentions of spankings, hand stuff, needy immortal, bad nicknames, razor nicks, sexy cliffhanger (I'm sorry)
Go read @smutblud 's Day 18 🖤
LET'S STAY HOME TONIGHT
I had only just passed the door frame of Dom's hotel room when he started removing his belt and pants. I was fully in support of the way my night was turning out but part of me was surprised. Didn't humans like kisses and foreplay first?
“I need a baff, didn't know you was coming and I didn't shower after me show.” He explained over his shoulder. Part of me was mildly disappointed but he didn't seem to be closing the bathroom door between us. Perhaps I still had a chance of the night going my way.
I followed closer as he pushed his leather pants to the floor and stepped free of them, his bare ass like a perfect peach before me. “A man after my own heart.” I cooed. He wore no underwear beneath his leathers. I hadn't believed in that since I was bedding whores in the Auvergne or trying to find secret moments with my first male love Nicky. I shook my head, it wasn't the time to let the ghost of memory overwhelm me. I was with a fresh young human.
I leaned against the bathroom counter as I watched him fill the tub and eventually seat himself inside the warm bath water. A joke settled in my mind how he was basically making himself soup for me but of course I couldn't say so out loud. I still hadn't decided what to do with him in the long run. Fledgling or food? Lover or life partner?
“What are you doing?” I asked as he picked up a razor and took it to his chest. I suppose I had thought he was so smooth naturally but at the sight of the dark thatch between his legs I knew better. A razor seemed so… vintage and even I knew that was silly for me to say.
“Giving you a smoove place to bite. Don't fink I didn't notice. Kinky bastard.” The boy explained and I laughed. So thoughtful. I'd sunk my fangs into far worse. Though it did have me questioning how much he had figured out about me. Did he know? Was he already aware he was befriending a monster?
My nostrils flared when he found himself distracted and the razor nicked his skin. I wasn't sure which hunger surged stronger in that moment, did I wish to eat him or fuck him? Both perhaps. “Are you alright?” I forced myself to ask at his hiss of pain but I still found myself kneeling near to him. My hand reached for the crimson droplet on his pale skin and his gaze followed as I took it between my lips and tasted him. Such a lovely treat.
“Les-” He whimpered and I mentally added another spanking to his list but I didn't say anything. Instead I touched his chest again and let my hand move down… down… “Fuck!” He cursed. He was already hard for me, such a very good boy. My fingers curled around his length and squeezed gently. Harder. Just a little more until his head fell back and his hips bucked.
With his blood as rouge on my lips I stroked him slowly and asked a simple question. “My hand or would you like to get fucked mon ange?” I purred softly, leaning over his bath to press my lips to his. I loved making them taste themselves. A hint of what was to come.
Author's Note: I'm sorry 😬 I know it's just about to get good but I have to keep it drabble length! Maybe if it's still enjoyed I'll add to it 🖤
Even if it's not part of the 30 days I do need some smut with these two eventually, especially if Les is going to keep imagining spanking Dom's naked ass.
You drop your bags and hurdle up the stairs, dashing down the hall at the top you fling open the door to the master bedroom, ready to jump into his arms.
But he isn't there.
"Dom?"
"In 'ere, love."
It's then you notice the bathroom door standing slightly ajar, warm yellow light flickering on the hardwood floor outside it.
Taking a moment to catch your breath and collect yourself, you smooth down your clothes and hair and push the door further open with a shaking hand, a bright smile on your face.
You find Dom in the bath, also smiling, but his eyes are bright with pain. "Hey, love. I missed ya."
Your heart lurches as you rush to the bath, dropping to your knees, the smile falling from your face. "What's wrong?"
Dom shifts in the bath, wincing. "Guess I'm not hidin' it very well then. I stepped wrong coming out of the airport and fooked me back up... again."
"Oh no!" You gasp. "What happened? Did you go to the hospital? What did the doctors say? How bad is it?"
"Woah, woah!" Dom holds up his hands. "Slow down, love. I can't understand ya."
"I'm fine. Knocked the wind outta me so I couldn't get up. Someone called the airport paramedics and they looked me over. I'm fine. Just sore and a lil embarrassed. One of 'em recognized me and suggested I hire a personal paramedic."
"You know, that's not a bad idea," you say thoughtfully.
"Oh, fuck off. I'm turnin' 29 this summer, not 89!"
You nearly laugh at the indignant expression on Dom's face, but your worry crushes it before it can bubble out.
"You won't live to 89 if you don't start taking care of yourself! For someone with insane control over every muscle in his body I've seen you hurt yourself more times and in more ways than I care to count."
Dom shrugs, then hisses in pain. "Note ta self: don't fookin' shrug."
You dip your fingers in the hot water and flick it at him. "Dumbass. Go back to what the paramedics said."
"They said everythin' felt fine, jus' ta keep an eye on fings the next coupla days and not do anythin' too strenuous. Suggested this bath too. Said it would help keep the muscles from tightenin' up on me too much."
Dom pauses, turning his head and jerking his chin at a bright orange plastic container on the counter. "They gave me those too, said they'd help me sleep. Fer the pain I guess."
You get up and cross to the bathroom counter, picking up the bottle to examine it. "Yep. They gave you the good shit. Tylenol 3 has codeine in it."
You set the bottle back down and kneel on the bath mat next to the tub again, leaning forward to press your lips to his, kissing him deeply.
Dom hums, his lips parting, allowing you to deepen the kiss, a hand lifting out of the water and winding into hair your, water dripping down your back, but you don't care.
You pull away and look at him, smiling softly. "Hi."
"Hi."
"I missed you."
"I missed ya too, was plannin' on showin' ya how much too, but now..." he grimaces.
You smirk and kiss him again, before whispering in his ear, "oh, don't worry, I'm still planning on giving you a proper welcome home, it'll help you...relax, then you can take your codeine and get some rest."
Also, be sure to check out @jinx-on-mars-19xx story here
Warnings: no fun ones. Language. Possible murder. Vampire things. Blood drinking.
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Teeth
Risking your life for the ultimate interview- in your opinion, was a new level of journalism you hadn't reached before that fateful night but somehow you didn't question yourself when the offer was presented. Well, when you asked. Pressured? Stalked? It didn't matter.
You'd seen your favorite rockstar across the dark bar and nothing had mattered besides talking to him. You had to find out what exactly had happened after his second album that made him disappear from the fame you truly thought he would find. It was as if he'd tasted a hint of what was possible and it was too much. It didn't make sense. You always felt he was more in love with the music than that.
You would come to realize within a few hours that you weren't truly the one who had been doing the stalking and the interview wasn't really your idea. If anything you were the fly caught in the sugar spun web of his creation but somehow you didn't care. You weren't as scared as you knew you should be. But that's getting ahead of yourself.
“Do you mind if I call you Dom?” You asked as you watched him pace the floor in front of you. You were locked inside a random flat he brought you to from the bar and the hair on your neck had been prickling since the invite. You were alone with Yungblud, a baby faced cupid lipped siren voiced statue of David with what you hoped was a far bigger dick. That wasn't the part of him you should have been focused on though. No. The blood covering his face, neck, and hands seemed way more important.
“You recording?” His accent almost felt thicker than you'd heard it before. As if the blood he'd drained from some random man down in the back alley had brought him closer to his home. He didn't know you'd watched him eat the guy but it seemed obvious since he hadn't cleaned up one bit. He just ushered you in his apartment before disappearing for a few minutes. You'd watched him through the window though.
Since he'd joined you back in the dining room, he'd been more energetic. It felt like electricity was dancing on his skin and ready to spark you at any moment if only you were brave enough to touch him. He'd only spoken that one sentence since he returned and you nodded, waving your hand to the phone on the table between you.
“So what, someone turned you into a vampire and it made you drop out of music? It's like you've never heard of The Vampire Lestat.” You probably shouldn't tease the blood drinker but you were always a straight shooter with your questions and often considered a dog with a bone. Or was it a bitch people called you? Whatever.
Jade eyes went wide and he sputtered, clearly confused or frustrated. “Well… Since you're gonna take me line.” He huffed softly and you had to hide a smile. “You ain't scared?”
“No. Not really at least. Even with the uh… leftovers you're still you. I always wanted to meet you.” You dropped your gaze to the table, trying in vain to hide your attraction. You could be professional. You could. Really.
“I'm fucking scary.” He grumbled almost under his breath. You didn't know whether to laugh or swallow the noise but you couldn't lie. He was many things but not that. “Can I tell you me story?” He finally spoke up and you wondered if he could read your mind.
“Yes.” You both spoke at the same time and a chill went down your spine. Fuck.
Author's Note: this isn't actually connected to my Dom x Lestat fic, I wrote this before anything else. It's inspired by the beginning of the book/movie/show, but completely separate from my other fic. Just a fun little extra. I hope you enjoy 🖤
Possibly the most accurate one-line description of Dom since the term "chaos personified" - You were alone with Yungblud, a baby faced cupid lipped siren voiced statue of David with what you hoped was a far bigger dick.
I applaud you.
Another super fun, slightly ambiguous fic, and again, very well done.
Vampire Dom is so much fun, and the reader is a little crazy, but that makes it all the more fun
Set in the same universe as: Day 11: I Like You Best - different reader though
"Alright, Dom, stay just like that, lemme grab a few promo shots." Tom's voice rings across the set as he rushes in from offside, his camera held at the ready.
Dom poses, his cupped hands held out in front of him, close to his face, both completely drenched in bright red blood, his face nearly completely covered in the same, the formerly pristine white wall behind him marred as well, the word "you" scrawled in messy bloody handprints, more blood splattered on the floor all around him, staining the white surface.
Dom stares into the camera, blood dripping from his hands, running down his pale forearms, darkening the edge of his black shirt where it's buttoned up near his elbows. His trademark wild brown hair stands stiff in some places, dried blood causing the ends to curl in place.
The only part of his face kept purposely clear of blood is a band around his eyes, the contrasting pale skin standing out from all that red, drawing attention to his piercing green eyes, which are outlined in thick, messy black liner, making them pop even more.
Blood drips off his plump bottom lip, his mouth parted, the expression on his face somewhere between completely unhinged and deathly calm.
You shiver, a rush of arousal flooding through you, tinged with the slightest hint of fear. This isn't the first time you've seen him like this, face and hands drenched in blood, a wild look in his eyes, and you know it won't be the last either.
Unbeknownst to the world, Dominic Harrison, known to many as YUNGBLUD, is a vampire.
As if he can read your mind (he can't), Dom lifts a lip, bearing one of his small fangs at the camera.
You flash him an unimpressed look; the whole concept for this video shoot was already risky as fuck, but showing off a fang while covered in blood? For a promo photo? Unnecessarily dangerous.
Supernatural creatures aren't allowed in the performative arts, especially not vampires whose powers vary so broadly. Dom had already been YUNGBLUD long before he was turned; his 1/16th siren heritage deemed diluted enough to be allowed to perform, but if anyone found out he was now also a vampire, he'd have to give up being YUNGBLUD forever, even potentially having to go on the run if it was discovered he'd been performing after being turned.
Thankfully, his small fangs had been the only real evidence of his siren side, and they hadn't changed much since he was turned; it was still an unnecessary risk to show them off, though, but Dom often did, even on stage.
"Twenty-first-century liability jus' goes so much more mental wif me fangs out." Was his excuse, much to the chagrin of everyone who cared about him.
Some blood drips down into Dom's mouth, and he instantly loses his composure, spitting and gagging. "Ugh! Fookin' shite. I hate cherries! Tell me ya got 'nough, Tom, me skin is crawlin'."
Tom straightens up and studies his camera for a few moments before flashing a thumbs up. "Yeah, we should be good, go get washed up, man."
Dom heaves a sigh of relief and rushes off towards the bathroom, with you following close behind.
You find him already shirtless, scrubbing vigorously at his hands, going so far as to stick his mouth under the tap to drink water straight from it.
"I thought vampires didn't need water."
Dom lifts his head to look at you, his chin dripping pink-tinged water. "Yah, but this stuff tastes like shite."
His eyes darken, literally beginning to turn black with lust. "Not like yer blood, love. Yer so fookin' sweet."
You step closer, wrapping your arms around him, bringing your face close to his, ignoring the streaks of fake blood as you whisper in his ear. "Seeing your face and hands covered in blood reminded me so much of last month; I'm surprised you couldn't smell my slick from the set."
Dom groans, nosing your neck, his voice rough as he responds, "I could fookin’ smell ya, a’ight. It's a bloody miracle I made it through without needin' ta drag ya off somewhere. How long until yer on again?"
"Should be any day now."
Dom licks your neck, letting you feel just the barest hint of his fangs. "I can't wait.”
Also, be sure to check out @jinx-on-mars-19xx story here
Warnings: language. Sleepy boy. Watching each other sleep. Sweet moments or creepy moments. Romcom or horror. Ambiguous ending
Go read @smutblud 's Day 16 🖤
Don't Ever Let it End
Watching Dom sleep felt like watching the universe hold its breath. You knew obviously most people wouldn't see it that way but most people didn't know him. They didn't know his energy or how fast and loud his brain worked. They didn't see how his energy could be felt by everyone around him. They couldn't see him. He rarely slept deeply. It seemed sometimes that rest had to sneak up on him if he was to get any at all. It had to suck him under at random moments and you knew even then his mind didn't go completely quiet.
You could see in the furrow between his eyebrows that something was bothering him in his dreams but you weren't sure how to help. He had fallen asleep leaning on a table after a live on Instagram. You feared the fans would worry, no matter how much he tried to be silly and hide it his exhaustion had been obvious on screen and the fact he fell asleep directly after made it all the more clear.
You loved being with him but sometimes it was difficult, as a fan you'd thought about forcing him to rest in all kinds of ways but actually being with him you realized there wasn't a way to do it. You just had to follow him around and try to help his state of mind however you could.
“Mmm, love? Did I crash on camera? Fuck.” His sleepy voice made your heart warm but you were sad he woke up so soon. You'd trade his presence in bed for him to get a good night of sleep. You loved just watching him either way.
“No, you turned it off first. Come on, let's get to bed yeah?” You offered, taking his hand. He resisted for a moment and you wondered what excuse he would use to say he needed to stay up. Thankfully he finally seemed to ignore his own mind and he smiled, following behind you.
“Was you watching me?” He teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you made your way to bed.
“Only fair after I caught you staring this morning.”
“I were writing a song about yas. It's different. You jus’ a pretty little stalker.” His favorite joke since you'd been a fan before dating. You fought not to roll your eyes. You knew he wasn't serious about it though.
Playfully you stopped walking so he softly bumped into you before you started moving again. “Sure seems like you're following me now. Good boy.” You played back, turning in his arms for a cuddle. His sleepy laugh was like a warm blanket and it made you want to crawl inside the gray hoodie he was wearing right along with him. You knew he probably wouldn't sleep for long, he rarely did. You were just happy that he was learning to try more. For you.
By the time you reached the bed you realized how tired you felt too. You were thankful that he hadn't put up a fight. As adorable as he looked in his hoodie you still helped him out of it before tugging him onto the mattress with you. “Fanks for taking care of me. Putting up wiv me.” He mumbled, his plush lips pressed against your shoulder as he curled himself around you. Of course you didn't see it as ‘putting up with him’ but you knew he'd playfully fuss if you fought him on it.
“You're welcome. Such a hardship.” You sighed teasingly and he huffed a soft laugh that turned into a kiss against your neck. Nothing could be a problem enough to outweigh the good in your relationship.
Besides, you'd worked too hard to get there. Like he said, you were his lovely stalker, he just didn't know how correct the term was.
Author's Note: This turned into something very different than where I started with it but honestly it's kind of fun 🤭 you can look at it either way. Sweet or scary. Love or obsession. Maybe both. I hope you enjoy 🖤
Ooo I loved this! I love stories like this with an ambiguous vibe and this walked that line so well.
Sleepy Dom is precious and I'm sure if any of us fans ever got the chance to try and make him sleep it would be harder than we imagine, you captured that and him so well in this 🖤🖤
I love how we both had him falling asleep in front of a camera, but two totally different scenarios.
The sound of your phone ringing drags you up from the depths of sleep.
You pat around your pillow until you find it, grabbing it and bringing it close to your face as you roll onto your back, squinting at the bright screen.
Seeing the familiar contact name and photo, you fumble at the screen, swiping, still half-blind, until it picks up and the video call connects, the device going mercifully silent.
Your best friend's face fills the screen, the retina searing light dropping to almost nothing; the lighting around him is dim, his face close to the phone, his eyes bloodshot and heavy, the hood of his favorite gray hoodie wrapped around his face, his cheek resting on his arm.
You hold the phone higher up, blinking as your eyes try to adjust. "Hey, Dom, what is it?"
"Sorry, love, didn't mean ta wake ya. I fooked the time difference, I kin let ya go."
You wave his apology away with a heavy arm before realizing he can't see it in the darkness of your bedroom.
"No, no, s'alright, I'm awake now. What time is it there?"
"Jus' after one."
'Which makes it 5 am here.' You groan, but keep the comment to yourself.
"I should let ya go back ta sleep."
"It's fine, Dom. What did you need?"
"It's gonna sound stupid..."
"Well that's cause it's stupid late there and stupid early here," you sigh. "Just tell me."
"I can't sleep. Ya know I've always been shit at sleepin', but I'm exhausted, and I really need ta get some before the gig tomorrow, and I thought it was early enough that you'd be up and gettin' ready fer work and thought maybe ya could jus' talk ta me or let me listen and maybe it would help."
You blink, trying to force your still half-asleep brain to process the meaning of his words.
"I ain't got a scooby doo why, but yer voice is comfortin' ta me, always has been," he adds, almost as an afterthought, his face thoughtful, lifting his head to rest his chin on his forearm.
You ignore the little leap your heart does at that, not wanting to get your hopes up that maybe he'd finally realized what you had known for months: he's in love with you.
"Yeah, ok. If you think it will help."
His face brightens, "Thanks, love, yer a lifesaver, I knew I could count on ya!"
"Shush," you say, firmly shoving down your complicated feelings. "Lay your head back down and shut your eyes."
Dom sticks his tongue out at you, but does as he's told, yawning.
You roll over onto your side, propping the phone up against the other pillow, firmly ignoring the twinge of pleasure and the image your brain tries to conjure up of what it would look like if he were actually lying there.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Anythin', jus' wanna 'ear the sound of yer voice."
You snuggle deeper into the covers as you cast your mind about for something to say. "Ok, so, yesterday at work this guy came in and wanted to get a parakeet. At 7 am."
"Wazinit snowin' there yesterday?" Dom's voice is already growing thicker with sleep.
"It wasn't just snowing, it was practically a blizzard."
"Who decides they need ta get a parakeet in the middle of a fookin' blizzard?"
"That's what I said! And at 7 in the morning too."
You keep talking, your eyes also half closed, hearing as his voice gets softer and more slurred until at last-
"Dom?"
Soft snores are the only response.
You open your eyes and look at him, seeing his face fully relaxed in sleep, looking years younger and more peaceful than he ever does when he's awake. Your heart aches at the sight, your gaze tracing over the beautiful face you've already committed to memory. You sigh softly and lean forward, kissing the screen with a whisper. "Sleep well, Domino. I love you.”
Also, be sure to check out @jinx-on-mars-19xx story here
Warnings: language, vampire things, blood drinking, flying, Lestat puns, hickeys, near misunderstandings, vampiric obsessions, needy for love boys, sexy cliffhanger I'm sorry
Go read @smutblud 's Day 15 🖤
Too Sweet
I was very surprised at myself when instead of killing the young Monsieur Blud with his perfectly apt name and even better abs, I simply took le petit coup- or the little drink, and sent him on his way with his number saved in my phone. Something happened that night that I found most rare, I thoroughly enjoyed his company as a human! I knew my fellow vampires would simply not understand so I kept him as my own special little secret. It helped that I was in the middle of my own tour and passing myself off as a human pretending to be a vampire. My own band had no idea about the inner workings of my nocturnal life. Why should this precious boy?
Instead of turning him or doing anything more than drinking from him in such a way he would assume it was a- how do the kids say?- hickey? Yes. At most he left that morning with a hangover and a bruise on his neck. One in the perfect shape of my mouth. He left on his own bus but we kept in touch. With the wonders of modern invention we didn't have to feel separated at all which I was quite fond of. I didn't like it when my new obsessions paid mind to anything but me. How can they? I'm the vampire Lestat. What could be of higher fascination?
Thankfully because of his childlike energy he barely slept at night, or during the day come to think of it. I was waking up nightly to texts from him. Pictures. Bits of songs he had stuck in his mind. It seemed he became as addicted to me as I was to him. What a good boy.
One night when I awoke I found a picture he had sent me in text. A tantalizing snapshot of him with a teacup in hand. It appeared positively normal. Cute even. He was shirtless behind the cup but that wasn't the point of it. Not really. Underneath it simply said ‘wish you were here' and my heart hurt. I actually believed him. In turn I poured myself a wine glass of blood from my mini fridge and sent him back a photo of a similar pose and quickly found myself lost in a conversation. He genuinely wanted to see me again. Well… why shouldn't I grant him such a wish? We were near enough to each other.
I put a ‘do not disturb' sign on the outside of my bus bedroom door and opened a window, quickly disappearing into the sky with the cloud gift. It took just under two hours to reach him, the constant texting when I should have been watching where I was flying made my trip a little longer but I didn't mind. I would never make him feel ignored if I could help it. By the time I reached his hotel room it finally hit me. What the hell would I say to him? He didn't know I was a monster.
Oh well. I knocked anyway.
“Les? Bloody- Wha’ the fuck?” Dom was a wide eyed doll when he opened the door and I feared I had misread our entire relationship. My worry was so great I could ignore the nickname. For the moment. He might need a spanking to learn better at a later time. He sounded so upset for a moment that I almost took to the sky again. “I don't want you in trouble wiv ya manager jus’ to come see me.” He finally finished his thought but his beautiful full lips turned up into a wide smile and I wasn't concerned anymore. He was in fear for me? Not of me? Oh. I shouldn't fall for this boy.
“Screw my manager.” I had actually- a plethora of times but that was far from the point at the moment. My thoughts and cock for the time being were entirely focused on him. “You said you wished I was here so I came.” I had hopes before the sun rose I would cum again. A monster could dream at least.
Author's Note: Sorry it's just a drabble but I'm sure I'll add more as we go. I hope you enjoy 🖤
You stir at the sound of his voice and the rich aroma of coffee.
Blinking your eyes open you find him sitting next to you on the bed, shirtless and holding a steaming teacup out towards you, the pale morning light making the black ink of his tattoos stand out all the more against his pale skin.
"Hi there," you say, smiling sleepily at him. "Is that for me?"
"Sure is," he says, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, the coffee sloshing precariously in the cup.
"If you spill hot coffee on me or the white sheets I may kill you."
Dom sits up and offers the cup to you again. "In that case, you betta take this then."
You groan, half tempted to roll over and bury yourself back under the covers, but the smell of the coffee is too tempting. You shimmy up, pushing the pillow up behind you until you're in an upright enough position to accept the offered cup. Cradling the hot cup in both palms, you close your eyes, inhaling the invigorating scent and feeling the warmth seep into you, radiating out from your hands. You bring the cup to your mouth and take a careful sip, the hot liquid tracing a path of fire all the way down to your stomach. "Mmm."
You open your eyes to find Dom watching you, another steaming cup in his hands, the familiar aroma of his favorite tea mixing with the coffee scent rich in the air.
You set your cup on the nightstand and gesture for his. "Here, give me that."
Once his cup is safely cradled against your body you pat the bed next to you.
Dom grins and crawls over you, stopping with a leg on either side of you to kiss you before rolling the rest of the way over you, shoving a pillow behind him as he settles against the headboard next to you.You hand him his cup back and snuggle against him, taking small sips of your coffee, his hand rubbing gentle, mindless patterns across your shoulders and back, his warm chest rising and falling beneath you, the smell of coffee and tea in the air.
"Do you remember our first cup?" You ask hesitantly, blushing at the memory.
Dom grins and kisses the top of your head. "Best day of me life. "Course I rememba. Ya were so cute."
You can feel your face getting even hotter. "Of all the grocery stores, in all the countries, in all the world and you walked into mine. Can you really blame me for being a little starstruck?"
"I still can't believe how fast and how fast yer face got red. I thought ya were gonna pass out on me." Dom teases, poking your ribs.
"Dom. Coffee. Tea. Hot. White sheets. I will murder you."
"Well 'ere then, take this and put it over there."
You set your cup on the nightstand and then take his, looking at him questioningly.
Dom rolls on top of you, his weight a familiar comfort pressing flush against you from the waist down, his arms braced to either side of your head. "I guess it's a good thing I fink it's cute."
You blush harder and try to duck your head, but a gentle hand catches your cheek, lifting your chin towards his face as he kisses you sweetly.
Also, be sure to check out @jinx-on-mars-19xx story here
Warnings: language, footsie, incorrect game of chess, smoking, sock theme nightmares, friends to lovers
Go read @smutblud ‘s Day 14 🖤
From Now On
“That's so fucking weird.” You accidentally spoke out loud when you just meant to think something. The world felt so quiet and peaceful. The smell of fresh cut grass and cigarettes was oddly relaxing but only because it was your best friend smoking. Everything was so serene you spoke before thinking really but you knew he wouldn't be upset and he wasn't, he just arched a brow and grinned, taking another drag.
“Wha’? Wha’s weird?” Dom asked, making his next move. You had no clue how to play chess but he'd asked you to and you could never deny him anything.
You watched his hand closely as if you could learn all the tricks just by watching his move but absent-mindedly you moved your foot to tap his sock covered ankle. His white sock covered ankle. What the fuck? “They're supposed to be pink.” You explained. It sounded silly out loud really but it looked wrong on him. Always pink socks. Forever pink socks. When you helped with his laundry you had nightmares about pink socks.
He laughed of course, shaking his head. His hair that he normally kept extra wild was mostly relaxed and you wanted to push your fingers through it. He'd allow it because he was as tactile as a cat but you were busy. Fucking chess. “Needed to borrow a pair. Ain't done me laundry.” He explained and you rolled your eyes.
“I'm not doing it again. Screw that. You know last time-”
“Giant Mister fucking Fizzles tried to eat you, I remember. M’sorry!” He chuckled but silly or not the nightmare felt intense at the time.
“No, the last one was being buried by a mountain of those fucks.” You grumbled.
“Mmm. Right. Your move.” He waved to the board and you shrugged, putting your hand out over… well everything. What color were you again?
You paused a little too long and without a word his hand touched yours, leading your fingers to a dark piece you still didn't know the name to. He helped you pick it up and move it, setting it in another square but all you could think about was his skin on yours. You knew you were blushing and it wasn't hot enough to write off to the heat.
For some reason when the move was finished, he didn't move. Instead he turned your hand and held it. You were almost too scared to look up at him so instead your gaze followed his other hand as he put out his cigarette. That one he used to keep playing and when you thought you were sure he wasn't looking you chanced a glance up. His eyes were on yours and you couldn't look away, of course you couldn't. His thumb traced a soft dance on your skin as if he could never stop the music flowing through him.
“‘Elp me wash ‘em after the game?” He asked with a playful smirk. “I'll fight off any sock monster.” You couldn't help a small smile at him, he always made you smile. You didn't know if it was the different socks messing him up or just the crisp air but you were happy with whatever was suddenly changing between you.
“Check mate?” You offered after moving another piece you knew nothing about. You knew it was incorrect but he didn't say anything, he just stood and helped you to stand as well. “I'll help, but only if you promise to fight the sock monster.”
“Wha’ if I sleep next to yas tonight? And jus’ to make sure I should probably sleep next to yas tomorrow too. Maybe even-” You cut him off by leaning over and pressing your lips to his. He tasted like cigarettes and Dr. Pepper and somehow it was absolutely perfect.
Author's Note: Full fat full sugar fluff. Like cotton candy in your teeth. Oops. Just a sweet little drabble, no vampires. I'm surprised as well 🤭 hope you enjoyed anyway 🖤
You unlock the door to the vacation home you are renting, struggling to get the key into the lock with the weight of several reusable grocery bags hanging off your wrists and in your hands.
You stagger in the door, shouldering it open, calling out, "Guys, I'm back! Little help please!"
There's no response from either of them as you kick the door shut behind you and drop the bags with a gusty sigh.
"Dom? Echo? Hello?"
Still no response.
You carry the bags of perishable stuff to the counter and begin to unload them, putting the cold and frozen stuff away in the empty fridge and freezer.
You glance at the pile of other bags and decide they can wait; you want to know where the other two are and why they aren't answering you.
You check the bedroom first; maybe they're still asleep, but the massive king bed is empty, the sheets haphazardly thrown up over the pillows in an attempt at making the bed.
You walk back into the main living space and notice that the sliding door to the patio and beach is unlocked.
You step outside into the humid air, pause to kick your shoes and socks off, and walk on the sun-warmed stone pavers down towards the cabana.
The smell of sunscreen and cigarette smoke rises up to greet you along with the sounds of Echo's bright laughter.
You pick up the pace, stepping off the pavers into the soft sand, almost running now, sand flying up behind you as your feet dig deep gouges with each step.
You slow to a stop as you reach the covered backside of the wooden structure and peek around the corner. "What the hell?"
Echo turns to face you, grinning. "Hey, Angel! You're back!"
Dom smiles warmly at you, taking a pull on a cigarette, blowing the smoke up towards the bright blue sky.
You take in the pair of them. Dom's hair is wet, the collar of his t-shirt damp from it. Echo's hair is also wet where it's piled loosely on top of her head, but she's also sitting in only her bra and panties. A chess board sits between them, several pieces lined up along either side.
"Well, we were skinny dipping earlier, and one thing led to another, and I said: well, what if I wanted to fuck you instead? And then Dom suggested we play each other for it, but I'm awful at chess so we said we could buy back pieces by taking our clothes off rather than doing something like best two out of three to make it fair."
You look at her and then over at Dom, who just continues to quietly smoke his cigarette, a smirk on his face.
"I see how it is! I go out to get some food and supplies for us, and you two decide to have all the fun without me." You say, crossing your arms in front of you.
"Oh, come on now, Angel, it's not like that." Echo purrs, leaning back and hugging your leg, looking up at you, her fingers trailing up your bare thighs beneath your sundress.
"Hmph."
"How 'bout you play winner, love? If you win, you get ta decide who does wut and if you lose, we get ta decide what ta do with you?" Dom's gaze is hotter than the end of his cigarette as it traces up and down your body. "You ain't got as many layers ta lose though, so it's yer choice if ya wanna play or not."
"If not, you can always watch," says Echo, with a small squeeze of your ass.
Your gaze, which has been locked on Dom since he started to speak, flicks down to Echo. "Last I checked, that was what you liked doing, not me."
Echo grins. "Guess ya better win then.”
Also, be sure to check out @jinx-on-mars-19xx story here as well
Little bit of a tease here, you'll see these three together again soon ;)
Warnings: language, vampire puns, restraints, kidnapping, shirtless Dom, past relationships, Dom being a little scary but mostly sexy
Go read @smutblud 's Day 13 🖤
For Your Entertainment
You woke up suddenly but made sure to keep your eyes closed. You could feel a rope or some kind of chain wrapped around your body, holding you in an annoyingly uncomfortable chair. You didn't need anything to come flooding back like when people were knocked out in movies. No, you knew exactly which asshole had kidnapped you. But it was only fair, you had kidnapped him first.
You let your second sight free, a magic you possessed that was akin to astral projection but not exactly the same. You still felt solidly in your own body but you could explore around you. At least as long as you stayed close. The further you had to send your consciousness the more you felt disjointed from yourself. You hated traveling away from your body but for now you just needed to know your immediate surroundings. Dom's new flat.
It was an open plan home, surprisingly nicer than you thought it would be. You thought monsters should have to live in hovels but no, you'd found some in higher class places than this. Hell, there were some in the biggest places of power and you hated no one was doing anything about it. But you could only focus on your own work you supposed. The place was nice. He'd always had good taste if you could say so yourself. It was all punk chic, leather, and fluff.
You were caught somewhere between the small unneeded by him kitchen and the living dead room. You meant to explore further but a sound came from somewhere in the home and your spirit self jerked back to your body.
“Ya must not be too ‘urt if your finking puns about me ‘ome. Living dead room is cute. Might steal it.” You heard Dom tease from a small distance away. You sighed, finally opening your eyes. There was no use faking it if he could read minds. That was powerful for a baby vampire. “Baby? You forget ‘ow long it's been?” His voice sounded almost hurt. Of course you hadn't forgotten.
“Anything under fifty years is a baby vamp. At least in power.” You finally let yourself test your bonds but they were tight. Well made. Possibly spelled. You could break them but it would take time and focus you didn't have with him around. Somehow he still took up all the space and air in a room even though he was dead. He didn't breathe.
He did however look incredible. He was shirtless, his pants slung low on his hips. He had something that looked metal in his hands but you didn't know what and he walked past you, setting it down before he returned to your eyeline. “Don't worry none about tha’. It jus’ keeps ya boss or anyone from finding you. You can't do nuffin about it so forget it exists.” He explained, waving it off. You fought yourself not to curse out loud. Of course he would have thought about that.
You watched as he took a seat in front of you, far enough away you couldn't kick him but close enough you could smell his scent. It changed over the years. Death brought its blood scent to mingle with the one you'd found so comforting before. “So what's the plan here? Keep me? Eat me? Dress me up like a doll? Turn me?” The last question had you swallowing hard. Were you terrified of the thought or had you just told yourself it would be the worst thing? It had been so long since you were together but looking at him in front of you so exactly the same as the last day you were together… it was hard to remember why dying would be bad. You shook your head. Was he messing with your mind?
“All of the above? None? Would ya believe I ain't exactly ‘ad time to plan when I woke up in ya baf’room? I don't bloody well know wha’ to do wiv yas. Wha’ was your plan?”
“To kill you.” You answered simply.
He looked so sad for a moment but it didn't last long. “Bullshite! You wouldn't ‘ave kidnapped me if so.” He had that cock sure grin and you rolled your eyes, annoyed that you couldn't really disagree. “Quiet now yeah? Smart. You shouldn't try to lie to me love, I don't like it.” Something flashed through his eyes at that, his voice dipped a little deeper. A chill went down your spine and you remembered. He might be your lost one who got away but he was also a cold blooded monster. You had to be careful. No matter how damn good he looked without a shirt.
Author's Note: I know it's a small part two but I'm only allowed so much- it's supposed to be a drabble but I obviously have a loose definition 🤭 I hope you enjoy 🖤
Definitely need more in this universe once we're done with our 30 days, I am in love with the world you are building in these so far!
"Somehow he still took up all the space and air in a room even though he was dead. He didn't breathe." - Perhaps my favorite line; it feels very accurate.
You tremble as you kneel before him, naked, your thighs pressed together in an attempt to hide the embarrassing wetness already making your skin slick.
You'd been naughty and pushed his buttons just a little too far, and now you're going to pay for it.
You can't help it. The thought makes you shiver with anticipation and arousal, your eyes glued to the floor as he commanded, hearing, but not seeing, him moving around the space.
"Gonna haf ta teach ya a lesson, naughty girl. Prancin' about half naked and distractin' me like that in the studio, yer lucky I didn't bend ya over the mixin' table an take ya right there. Then again, that's probably what ya wanted anyway, ain't it?"
You remain mute, knowing his question is a rhetorical one.
"Now, what are we gonna do with ya that'll actually teach ya a lesson?" Dom muses, his voice ringing with amusement, telling you what you already know: he's not really mad.
He'd spent most of the last week in the studio struggling with a song, and you knew it was driving him crazy.
You'd suggested last night that he needed a distraction, to give his mind a break from it all.
"Not a half bad idea, love, but I can't. It'll just sit in the back of me mind and bother me, and then I'll feel guilty fer not workin' on it."
"Okay, but like what if it was a really good distraction," you'd asked with a smirk.
Dom had laughed and dragged you closer to him under the covers, kissing the back of your head. "Quit worryin' about it and go ta sleep."
But he hadn’t said no, and that was permission enough.
Kneeling now on the floor in your bedroom, you consider him thoroughly distracted and pat yourself silently on the back for a job well done.
At last, Dom tells you that you can look up.
You look towards the sound of his voice and swallow hard, a tremor running through you, your pussy clenching around nothing.
He's shirtless now, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, a prominent bulge showing in his track pants; an array of items lie on the bed next to him. "Come here."
You start to rise, but he stops you with a single word: "Crawl."
You drop to your hands and knees and crawl across the hardwood to him, trying your best to look sexy, dipping your back and lifting your ass in the air.
Dom rumbles his approval as he watches you, his pants growing tighter.
You stop between his spread legs and kneel again, your eyes fixed on the floor, your body twitching with nervous anticipation.
Dom runs a hand through your hair before taking a handful of it and lifting your head so your eyes meet his.
You're acutely aware of his hard cock just below your chin, straining against his pants and leaving a dark patch on the fabric where you know his head is leaking precum, the smell of him strong in the air, mixing with your own.
Your eyes drop to it against your will; drool begins to pool in your mouth.
A sharp jerk of your hair brings your eyes back to his, the beautiful green nearly consumed by the black of his growing arousal.
"Here's what's gonna happen, love. Yer gonna crawl up onto my lap and I'm gonna spank ya. Yer gonna count until I've decided ya've learned yer lesson, then maybe I'll let ya suck me cock since yer practically droolin' all over it."
Dom's eyes soften for a heartbeat, and he tugs on your hair, encouraging you to lift higher so he can bend down and kiss you. His lips are gentle against yours, plush and warm, his grip on your hair shifting to the back of your head as he holds you to him.
When he pulls away, it's almost reluctantly, and his eyes are unreadable as he releases you and pats his knee. "Up ya go.”
You lay yourself across his lap, your arms over his right thigh, tits hanging down in the gap between his legs, feeling the damp spot from his leaking cock press against your wet pussy and hope it'll hide how wet you are from him.
Dom strokes your hair with one hand, the other rubbing circles on your bare ass, making you shiver.
His hand slides down your ass and in between your thighs, a low chuckle escaping him, he runs a finger up your slit. "Naughty girl."
You clench around open air, and you feel fresh arousal leak out.
His hand moves from your hair down underneath you, his fingers finding first one nipple, then the other, rubbing them in between two fingers until they harden, his other hand continuing to tease your slit.
You wriggle in his lap, moaning, pleasure coursing through you, and when his hand comes down hard on your ass, you're totally unprepared.
"FUCK!" You shriek, your head jerking up.
Dom chuckles, rubbing your stinging ass gently. "Got yer attention now, eh, love?"
You nod. "Y-yes, Sir."
"Alright, then. Count fer me, love. Use yer words if ya need a break. Three...two-"
"ONE!”
Also, be sure to check out @jinx-on-mars-19xx story here
Warnings: language, vampires, mentions of a knife, blood sharing, uncomfortable sex talks with an ancient, annoying misunderstandings, hurt/comfort
Go read @smutblud 's Day 12 🖤
The Sharpest Lives
When your phone buzzed next to your head you were just waking up. The sun was literally just setting and you were shocked that he had it that perfectly timed. Not entirely surprised though, it was definitely something the ancient perfect asshole would do. Damn him. You sat up in bed, stretching and glad you weren't stuck in a box. You liked being able to spread out like a human.
You didn't like using an actual coffin if you could help it so instead you had the box spring of your hotel mattress against the window to block out any light. It was something else he'd taught you before you parted ways. It helped that the room came with two queens and you had extra vamp strength. Especially after feeding from him in a show of incredible trust between you. How had it gone sideways? Oh right- but no. You didn't want to think about it so you shook your head and picked up your phone. It was a beautiful picture of him with a toothpick between his fangs and a knife against his throat. You didn't know if he was threatening himself or offering you another taste. It didn't matter really, you didn't want to deal with him. Not after he embarrassed you like that. Fuck.
You'd been living with your new ancient friend for months and almost everything was more perfect than you thought possible since you'd become a monster. The two of you did anything you wanted as long as it was after dark but there was one tiny thing that was confusing you. Actually it wasn't so tiny. No, you could tell every time you cuddled that it was actually very very large. No matter how many hints you gave Dom he wouldn't make a move on you.
One random night out of the many that blurred together the two of you were stargazing on some broken to rubble pile that had once been a castle. He liked to take you to beautiful broken places and you weren't sure which of you that was a statement about. Perhaps both. You'd hunted and fed together already, releasing the human before death and erasing their memories. One thing you agreed on normally was not taking lives though sometimes when feeding on someone exceptionally sinful, their dark thoughts showing you all their dirty deeds you snapped metaphorically and truly- breaking their neck once they were at the point of no return. Usually though you took just enough and let them run along, hoping that the fear you left in the back of their minds helped them change. At one point he told you he had the same problem and at times he kept track of their thoughts and deeds and found them again later if they didn't change. You knew you couldn't feel for him more.
The stars were bright and the moon seemed large and close enough you could touch that night, and he kept his sunglasses off so you could stare into his stained glass green eyes. You knew your confidence wouldn't get any better nor would the setting so you took your chance, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. He seemed to welcome it, a low noise like need escaped his mouth and you swallowed it down. Your tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of his lips that he still hadn't opened enough to explore.
After a moment he pulled himself back and you could see a world of emotions in his eyes. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give ya the wrong idea. I… Fuck, I'm sorry.” You didn't let him continue. You knew you owed him at least that but your victims blood was rushing in your ears suddenly and you couldn't hear. You felt adrift in your own body. Were you even in it anymore?
“I- I'm sorry.” You whispered and if he tried to speak more you didn't know, you were pulling away and standing up to leave.
You ran away from him that night, the first time you'd been separated since you met but you couldn't handle going home to the church and knowing he didn't want you. That you'd tried to make a move and failed.
He'd been texting occasionally since, definitely not pushing too hard but like he wanted to remind you he was there. Even after letting you down he was perfect. Of course. Asshole. You just couldn't believe he'd timed nightfall so perfectly from so far away. You barely even knew what country you were in but you knew the hours were different. That had been on purpose to put more distance. At least until you got over your embarrassment.
There was a knock on the door and you grumbled under your breath about human maids but when you opened it that wasn't who you saw. Damn.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Your voice cracked as you questioned the vampire you knew you were irrevocably head over heels for.
“You didn't let me finish.” He huffed back, pushing his sunglasses into his hair and you just couldn't refuse those eyes. You stepped back to let him inside, but after closing the door behind him you walked wide around him to take a seat where you'd slept before. Hugging your pillow so you wouldn't grab for him.
“Well?” You couldn't speak much, you knew you'd cry. You needed to just let him say whatever he crossed so much land and sea to say.
“I ain't fucked in over five ‘undred years.” He sighed and you choked on spit. Fuck. That wasn't very attractive. His brow arched as you spluttered and coughed. He opened the duffle he'd brought with him and pulled out a bottle of blood which he promptly offered to you and you took it gratefully. “Way to make me feel like a bloody freak.” He chuckled as you gulped a few mouthfuls. Drinking kept you from having to talk. You were pretty sure he knew that and had given you the bottle on purpose. “I jus’ ain't been tempted. I spent…” He trailed off with a far away look and soft noise. “Way too long fucking me way across the world. I even studied it. Kamasutra, Ananga Ranga, and Su Nü Jing. I did it all and I absolutely loved it but… eventually it started to feel ‘ollow. It weren't the sex I craved it was the connection. The… fuck me it's corny but I found me’self desperate for love.” Your heart hurt at the sound of his broken laugh. His shattered jade and peridot looking eyes seemed more sad than you'd seen them before. You wanted to try and count all the greens inside them but it wasn't the time.
“So…” You picked your words carefully. “You became asexual or… what? Demisexual? That makes sense to me. I've always felt that way. You need an emotional connection before you feel a sexual one.” You explained when you could see his confusion. “Or ace, where you just don't feel the need at all?”
“Nah I'm a ‘orny bastard. Finally feel the urge again but fuck love, I'm scared. I ain't done it in so long. Wha’ if it don't work right anymore?” You couldn't believe you'd run away from this man. Monster. Whatever. You couldn't believe you'd left before letting him explain.
“So wait, you do feel something? Between us I mean?” You had to make sure and your heart almost beat when he smiled.
“Course. I called to yas didn't I? I love you. I jus’ wanted to wait for the right time. Make sure I were ready. Maybe… practice or summat.” He chuckled and your stomach flipped. You didn't know you could still feel so excited. It suddenly hit you how lovely he was dressed- a long sheer black button up and leather pants. He was trying to look good for you and it warmed your pussy if not your heart. Hell, you only needed one of those anymore really.
“So when is the right time? I don't mind waiting Dom but it's been almost a fucking year.” If a hint of insanity colored your voice you both ignored it thankfully. Of course being so close to him so long without touching him like that made you feel mental. “Wait-” You exclaimed, realizing something though it really didn't matter in the long run. “When did you take that picture? That was a completely different outfit.” You could tell he was staying out of your mind or he would have already answered all your questions. You were thankful. He didn't need to know what all his talk of ‘studies’ had you thinking.
He laughed again and you thought you could see a little flush to his near translucent cheeks. He was the perfect example of Snow White besides the cock. “I took it last night and waited, I wanted to save it for tonight's surprise tha’ I got ‘ere. I dressed up for yas tonight. You like?” He asked and paused long enough for you to nod emphatically. “I don't know when I'll be ready. I feel it every time I wake up ‘olding you. When we share a feed. When you look at me like tha’.” He gestured to you before taking your hand from where you were still clutching the pillow. “Could you wait for me? If I promise it won't be tha’ much longer? Can you wait?”
“Of course. I could probably wait forever. Honestly I just needed to know you lo- how you felt about me.” You had trouble saying the word love. Maybe he wasn't the only one not completely ready. You hadn't had a relationship since before being turned. Not nearly as long as his break but still.
“I love you. Course I do. Jus’ wanna take me time wiv you. I mean fuck, we do ‘ave forever.” He soothed, his glass-like thumbnail tracing patterns on the back of your hand. He was correct on that at least, you didn't want to leave him again. You needed him. Forever.
Author's Note: Oops, it went a tad over drabble size. Also oops I accidentally wrote a part two 😅 it's not the only one but I'll let you wonder which fic the next part two is for 🤭 I hope you enjoyed 🖤
You tap the notification, seeing that it's from your boyfriend, Dom.
A loading circle appears on top of a blurry image, and you wait impatiently, wanting to get back to the video you'd been watching and wanting to see what he'd sent you in equal measure.
Knowing him, it was probably something stupid, or a photo of whatever cool landmark today's city is famous for.
You pause, trying to remember which city he's in today; they were all starting to blur together, especially with his less-than-regular updates.
"Thank God for Victor," you mutter. You'd have pulled your hair out from stress and worry by now if not for his diligent text updates.
The image is taking for fucking ever to load, so you back out of your text conversation with Dom to check Victor's last update:
Vicky: We've arrived in Little Rock, Arkansas.
"Right, Arkansas, wherever the fuck that is."
You swipe back to Dom's text, and the photo resolves into a clear image as the screen opens.
Your jaw drops, and you nearly drop the phone, fumbling it as you stab your finger at the phone icon, dialing Dom's number.
"’Ello, love. Wut's up?"
Dom's voice sounds far away from the phone, and you can barely hear him over the sound of running water.
"What the fuck happened?!"
"One secon', love, I'm washin' me winky and I kin barely 'ear ya. Lemme call ya back."
The phone beeps as the call disconnects.
You stare at it, grateful to have heard his voice, and inspect the image a bit closer, realizing it wasn't as bad as you initially thought.
The phone begins to buzz, and Dom's caller ID pops up at the top. You click it and hold the phone to your ear. "Dom?"
"Yeah, love, I'm 'ere, jus' gettin' ready fer the gig. Whooo!"
You suppress a smile at his usual wild excitement. "Want to explain yourself?"
"'Bout wut?"
"The picture!"
"Wut picture?"
"The one you just sent me where it looks like you're cutting your fucking throat open!"
Silence. You glance at the phone to make sure the call didn't drop.
"Dom?"
Hysterical laughter.
"Dom!"
Several deep gasping breaths and hiccuping laughs as Dom struggles to control himself enough to answer.
"Well, first of all, I sent that fookin' photo hours ago. Yer jus' now gettin' it? Bloody phones, ya fink they'd be a bit more reliable at truck stops seein' as people are travelin' and-"
"Dom."
"Right. Sorry, love. Anyways, I accidentally left me fookin' razors at home and had to use some cheap truck stop ones."
"And?"
"And I cut myself like a fookin' teen. They were 'orrible."
"And the photo?"
"I thought it were funny. 'Sides, I didn't want ya ta see the mark in some fan photo and freak out."
"And the knife you're holding?"
"Well, the cut is tiny, and I dunno," you can practically hear the shrug in his voice. "Like I said, love, I thought it was funny. I didn't mean ta worry ya. I was gonna text ya and explain, but it took so fookin' long ta send that I forgot about it. I'm sorry."
You exhale. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have freaked out."
"It's alright, love. I get it. Yer sweet and ya care about me stupid arse, nothin' ta apologize fer."
"I love you, Dom."
"I love ya too, and I miss ya."
"I miss you too. Have a good show, ok?"
"Thanks, love, I'm sure it'll be great! Yeehaw!"
You pull the phone away from your ear and end the call with a small smile on your face as you stare at the picture, shaking your head fondly.
Your smile slowly morphs into a smirk, and you quickly send him a text:
You: So... no new knife kink that I should know about?
Domino: 😈💀💦👀🔪
You laugh.
Also, be sure to check out @jinx-on-mars-19xx story here
Warnings: language, bad fruit puns, using a banana for scale, oral sex fixation, friends to lovers, bad business practices (employee/employer to lovers), drinking, flirting under the influence, desperation
Go read @smutblud ‘s Day 11 🖤
I Like You Best
“Dude! What the fuck? You wish!” You laughed a little too loud at your best friend as he stood up in the noisy pub next to you and held a banana in front of his crotch. You were both shitfaced so you hoped if your cheeks were blushed he'd blame it on the alcohol and not that you got hot any time you thought about his dick. He was your friend and your employer technically, you wouldn't ruin that.
Dom held up his hand in an obscenely large circle that was supposed to show his girth you assumed but before he could explain you reached over and boldly broke off the tip of the banana. “Oi! Ya broke me winky!” He shouted too loud but Hawley’s was as booming as ever and you felt safe in the familiar din of voices and low music.
“That might be more accurate.” You joked, nodding your head at the small half of the fruit left in his hand. You both knew better, if anything he was bigger than the whole thing and almost as curved. You'd seen him nude so many times and even caught glimpses of him hard when he would wake up naked and walk to the bathroom with morning wood.
Something in you felt silly and adventurous, maybe the drinks. Whatever it was you lifted the end of the banana and peeled it slowly, locking eyes with Dom as you slipped the soft pliant fruit between your lips. Just to tease you took it down your throat with a wink before you pulled it back and ate the thing. You watched as he wriggled in his seat. You didn't want to assume but it felt like there was a spark between you. All over a fucking banana.
You did fantasize frequently of worshipping his cock, of holding that silky weight on your tongue, and of tasting his cum as it shot down your throat but you never thought it would happen. It couldn't. You were best friends. Right?
You finished the fruit and held the peel at the end, using it as a small light flog as you playfully whipped his thigh. Obviously there was no pressure behind it. No pain. But something in his gaze told you he was imagining the real thing. Or maybe you just hoped. “Got summat else for you to peel love.” His voice was rough and low but you heard every word. His fingers plucked at his leather pants just to make sure you got the idea and you swallowed a moan just at the thought.
“Your puns suck Dom.” You whispered and he grinned but it felt somehow sharper than normal. There was something new in the way he looked at you.
“You gonna tell me you don't want me dick in yer mouth?” You knew he could be sure of himself but what the fuck? The seduction had never been turned on you like that.
“Over a banana? Seriously?” You didn't know why you were pressing the issue but part of you was scared he was just fucking with you. When he took your hand and pressed it over the hard line of his dick you knew better. “A banana. Cool.” You swallowed hard, standing so fast on shaking legs that the chair fell backwards behind you.
“‘Ome.” He wasn't even trying to speak clearly anymore, he'd all but reverted to a caveman. Monosyllabic and desperate. Home. Where you both were most comfortable. A place you shared. A place you were sure you were about to get fucked all over. Home.
“Take me.” You offered your hand and yourself. All of yourself. With a meaning obviously deeper than just how the words came across.
Author's Note: I know, terrible of me to stop before the smut but it's supposed to be a drabble I'm sorry 🤭 I hope you enjoyed it anyway 🖤
