Summary: After the Hit List Reveal goes south, Andy needs to make it up to his wife. But what happens when Amber decides to be a brat to her already jealous husband?
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Warnings: Smut ahead, mature language, Dom/Sub, and orgasm denial
Walking back into the room, she could see that her husband wanted to apologize but she wasn’t hearing any of it.
Not when he’d been an ass.
Climbing into bed and turning off the side table lamp, she rolled onto her side facing the wall. Andy followed his wife’s lead and traced his fingers gently over her White Rabbit tattoo on her shoulder.
“Kitten…” no answer.
“Baby…” no answer.
“Mommy…” Without warning, Amber flipped over onto her back.
There we go. He thought
“What?” She hissed. There was a part of her, the one affected by the booze, that wanted her body to be ravished by the gorgeous man lying next to her.
But the sober part contemplated sleeping on her Aunt Taylor’s super comfy and plush couch in the living room.
It was one of those where if you weren’t careful, it would envelop you into an embrace.
“Daddy’s been bad, let me make it up to you,” Andy’s deep voice was even deeper, huskier, and dripping with sex.
“And how do you plan on doing that?” She asked and Andy smirked before straddling her, pressing ghosts of kisses across his wife’s tanned skin.
“Let me show you,” he whispered in her ear, his bottom lip running along the outer shell of her ear. At the sensation, Amber’s drunk brain won the battle. A soft moan left her lips.
“There we go... That’s more like it. I love hearing your sexy little moans for me,” he took her earlobe between his teeth and Amber felt heat travel through her body, pooling at her center.
Andy crawled down the bed, pressing kisses to his wife’s finally flat stomach.
“I really miss you being pregnant. Knowing that I filled you to the brim and you’re carrying my baby. Sexy as fuck,” he growled and ripped her sleep shorts down her long legs, only to reveal a sneaky little secret.
“Oh mommy, you’ve been naughty,” a smirk fell over Andy’s full lips.
“You’re not wearing any panties for Daddy,” his smirk deepened.
“Perfect,” he began his trek towards his wife’s dripping heat and Amber pulled Andy’s pillow over her face as her back arched off the bed.
The pillow being over her face made it worse though.
The smell of her husband’s cologne mixed with his scent and now the smell of sex made the Greek woman heady.
A moan left her lips as Andy began the assault on her core that begged for him.
“Take that pillow off your face,” Andy demanded, his dominant nature coming through.
“Andy. Aunt Taylor, Brit, and I just got the kids back to bed,” Amber argued. Andy lifted himself off his wife with an audible pop. Her juices already coating his pink lips.
“Did I ask you? Take. It. Off.” He demanded and Amber noticed the change in her husband. She didn’t argue, just removed the pillow from her face. Her head moved to the side to make sure the door was locked.
The last thing they needed was one of their kids walking in on them. Because with Andy’s demeanor, there was no telling how long he was planning on fucking his wife’s brains out.
“Are you jealous Andrew?” Amber asked, testing her husband, an eyebrow hitched.
“What did you just call me?” He asked her, his hand ghosting over her core.
“Are you jealous. Andrew.” She made sure to punctuate her husband’s full name.
“That’s what I thought you said, Kitten. Give me those hands,” he demanded.
“And what if I don’t?” Amber tested further.
“You’re going to disobey me?” He lifted himself so he towered over her, all of his weight on his forearms.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Amber’s voice took on a sultry tone of its own.
“Alright kitten,” he grasped her hands that she was running down his chest into one of his palms and pulling it up to the headboard, holding them there while he rummaged through the side table for something.
“Here they are,” He smirked and lifted up the hand restraints that they used last night.
“You planning on using them on yourself Andrew?” Amber asked. Once her hands were restrained, he grabbed her chin with one of his hands and pulled her lips to his. The taste of her on his lips made her moan in his mouth.
“Keep using my full name, and that’s one more punishment. Understand?” he threatened, knowing what game his wife was playing.
The two had been together long enough for Andy to know her tricks.
“Yes,”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes Andrew,” Amber smirked and Andy grabbed her chin again.
“One more kitten,” he told her before climbing down his wife’s body, pressing biting kisses down her body as he went.
“F-Fuck,” Amber stammered as her husband continued to abuse her heat with his mouth. As he could feel her approach release, he’d stop without warning.
“Daddy,” Amber moaned.
“That’s one,” he told her, letting her body come down from the beginning of her high before beginning his pace again.
“Daddy,” Amber moaned out, her hands grasping the bedsheets as Andy’s long fingers curled inside her, hitting her g-spot. Enough for stars to dance across her vision.
“I’m gonna- HEY!” Amber whispered, wanting to keep her voice down as much as possible as her husband stopped abruptly.
“That’s two,” he remarked with a smirk.
“What’s my name?” He asked her, letting her cool down.
“Daddy,” she moaned and her body arched up as if she was held on her torso by a string.
“That’s better baby girl,” he smirked and pressed his lips to hers.
The taste of herself on his lips made her gasp again, bringing one of her legs to hook around his waist as he played with her clit.
“Daddy,” she moaned and his smirk grew.
“A little louder for me kitten,” he breathed against her ear.
“Daddy,” she whimpered and Andy smiled.
“That’s my girl. Now since you’ve been good with the restraints, daddy’s gonna take them off,” he told her unlocking the cuffs and the second the cuffs gave way, Amber grasped his jet black locks between her fingers and tugged, pulling his lips to hers.
“I’m gonna give you what you want, Kitten. You just have to answer one question for me,”
“Anything,” she breathed, feeling her body inch closer to her orgasm.
“Whose pussy is this?” He growled.
“D-Daddy’s,” she moaned loudly as her orgasm hit her like a bullet train.
Hard and Fast.
“Oh I’m not done with you yet baby girl,” he smirked, pressing kisses to her neck and biting. She was about to have a NASTY hickey there in the morning. But that’s future Amber and Andy’s problem
Title: Ashamed
Chapter: One-Shot
Pairing: Andy/OC
Rating: M
Fic Summary: Liv is reluctant to have sex with Andy for the first time.
Author’s Notes: Requested by anon. I didn’t mean for this to get as steamy as it did, but it kinda just happened.
Olivia “Liv” Sharp had been dating Andy for about six months now and every time they made out, she avoided taking her shirt off. She always made the excuse that she wasn’t ready, but she could tell that Andy knew she was stalling for some reason. She loved feeling his hands on her skin, but she wasn’t ready for him to see her body.
How much longer would it be before he completely gave up on her and broke up with her?
Tonight was Andy’s birthday so Andy had made reservations at a fancy restaurant and bought her a beautiful dress. It was sleeveless and hard a large cutout in the back.
It made Liv nervous because it meant she couldn’t wear a bra with it. She didn’t have huge breasts, but they weren’t small and perky either. Every bra she owned had underwire in it.
Andy had left for the studio in the early morning hours, but he promised that he’d make it home in time for them to leave for dinner.
So Liv reluctantly went about her routine, getting ready. Liv stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself up in her silky bathrobe after drying off. As she was tying it closed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She wondered what Andy saw in her. Her breasts, without a bra, sagged down to her stomach. Her stomach wasn’t flat and had stretch marks along the bottom. Her thighs had no gap and jiggled when she walked. Liv felt like Andy deserved someone who looked like a supermodel, not someone with a less than average body.
“Liv!” Andy called.
Liv quickly closed her bath robe and tied the sash around her waist. She came out of the bathroom as Andy was entering the bedroom.
“What are you doing up here? Why aren’t you dressed?” he asked.
“I don’t really feel like going out,” Liv said, holding the robe closed up top.
Andy sighed. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” she said quickly.
Andy stood there and stared at her until she cracked.
“I can’t wear the dress,” she told him.
“Why not?”
Liv’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Because I can’t wear a bra with it. I need to be able to wear one.”
Andy sighed. “Is this why you’ve been so withdrawn lately? Because you don’t like the way you look?”
“No! I’m fine with the way I look…when I have clothes on. Naked…not so much. I…I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“Baby, why would I ever be disappointed with the way you look? You’re like a Venus come to life.”
Liv had never been compared to a Venus. Ever.
Andy approached her and took her hands in his. He led her over to the edge of bed and had her sit down. He knelt in front of her, his bright blue gaze holding hers as he ran a hand up her leg. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. In fact, you’re one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever met in my life.” He gently spread her legs and trailed kisses up her inner thigh.
Liv’s head fell back as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Andy smirked against her skin. He grabbed the sash around her waist and untied it.
Liv’s breathing picked up as he parted the robe.
“Shhh. You’re okay, baby,” he cooed. He placed kisses on the stretch marks on her stomach as one of his hands moved to her chest to cup her breast.
Liv gasped at the feeling of his calloused hands on her sensitive skin. She whimpered when Andy wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. She grabbed his head and threaded her fingers in his dark locks. Her entire body felt like it had been dipped into a lake of fire.
Andy’s other hand was gently stroking her side, keeping her calm. He switched to her other nipple and Liv’s back hit the bed. Andy crawled on top of her and finally kissed her.
Liv enthusiastically kissed him back as she wrapped a leg around his waist.
He pulled away from her and Liv tried to pull him back down. “Baby, we need to stop,” he told her.
“What? Why?” Liv asked, panting.
“Because we have reservations.”
Liv pouted. “But…but I want you.”
Andy laughed and pecked her on the lips. “Trust me. I want you too, but I made these reservations months ago.”
Liv sighed. “Fine.”
“Besides, the sooner we eat, the sooner we can get back to what we were doing.” A wicked smirk crossed Andy’s face as he leaned down to kiss her again.
I feel stuck. I want to write but my mind is too jumbled to write about one thing unless someone asks, or i know someone is enjoying my work! i could really use some feed back please!!!!
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My blood was boiling so much I could barely sit still. My chest was beating a hundred miles an hour and al I could think of was regret. I knew it was a bad idea to go out tonight. Andy had brought up something extremely personal in a night out in front of all our friends. The worst part was he didn’t even realize it. I had no choice but to try and play it off, laugh like it wasn’t a big deal, but inside I was mortified and completely embarrassed. I wanted to shrivel up and disappear. Andy tried apologizing when he realized what he’d done. But I was in no mood for forgiveness at the moment. I just wanted to be alone.
Andy had been in the bedroom since we got back. On the way, he tried several times to make it up but I couldn’t bring myself to be in the same room as him. So I was simply watching whatever movie I found on the TV in the living room.
I heard Andy’s footsteps before I heard his voice. The couch shifted as he sat down on the
other side. I felt his gaze lock on me but I didn’t look back at him. Putting all of my focus on the TV. I was suddenly aware of my breathing and every movement my body made.
“Are you still mad at me?” I heard the sincerity in his voice. For a split second I felt incredibly guilty and a voice in my head was trying whispering to just forgive him and let it go. But I still wasn’t over it. “I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to do?”. I felt his blue eyes burning a hole in me. Trying to get me to look at him.
I already knew he wouldn’t let it go so spoke. “You don’t have to do anything. I trusted you with a secret that you couldn’t keep.” I wanted my voice to sound more angry but it ended up sounding hurt. That’s because I was. Hurt and embarrassed, Andy’s playful mood was gone and in it’s place was a Andy whose emotions I couldn’t quite read. He didn’t look angry or happy. Not even neutral. I had no idea what he could be thinking. Which scared me even more because he could say anything at the moment.
“I’m sorry” Andy scooted closer to me with a small grin on his face. The heat of his body covered me like a blanket. As mad as I wanted to be, he was still my weakness. And I didn’t want him to feel bad because I did love him. I couldn’t say mad at him for too long, mostly because I usually forgot about it. But not this time, he was not going to win me over that easily.
“Come on baby please” His voice was so deep, yet smooth. I hated when he talked like that almost as much as it turned me on. I always lost whatever fight we’re in or whatever stance I was trying to take, and he knew that.
He slowly made his way closer to me on the couch with the same smug smile he wore whenever he had something on his mind. He took hold of my legs. Before I could react and shake him off, He moved so his face was right in front of mine. “I’m sorry, can we talk about it”. For a split second I believed him. However, the expression on his face telling me he wanted to do anything besides talking. His grip on my ankles tightened while he pushed them further apart to fit more comfortably between them.
His face hovered so close to mine I could feel his breath. Each second that went by my anger slowly disintegrated. “I didn’t mean to hurt you”. He looked at me one final time before moving forward and pressing his lips against mine. Firmly, he deepened the kiss. With swift deliberate swipes of his tongue, I couldn’t help but whimper and bring my hand up to his shoulders pulling him closer.
He slowly drags his fingers up my thigh, tracing over every part of my body except the one place burning for his touch, aching and pulsing with a need that betrayed the voice in my head telling. They kept crawling until they reached the trim of my shorts. Twisting the strings around his fingers. My train of thought was slowly slipping off the tracks and it was becoming harder and harder to remember why I was angry.
I felt his other hand snake up toward my thighs, coaxing it gently. His thumb grazed the sensitive skin under my shorts. Going anywhere but where I wanted him most. I brought my hand up, running it across his hair. Twirling the soft midnight strands between my fingertips. I tugged it gently, earning an unexpected growl.
Andy’s hand slipped under my shorts. Tracing circles around my aching core through the damp fabric. I squirmed in my seat, trying to get him to move and release the pressure building up in my body. I knew he was amused because of the subtle chuckle he let out. My skin was so sensitive it felt like it was on fire.
I felt his breath before his lips attached the area behind my ear. My heart was beating so intensely with every second that went by Andy may be able to hear it. My body felt limp against his. His lips traveled down to the base of my neck. He was almost to the edge of my panties, which had gone incredibly damp since he started. The sound of the TV was reduced to a distant voice. jI tried to shout and tell andy to just touch me. But my voice was trapped in my throat as nothing came out.
“I’m sorry baby” his whispered, trailing his tongue across my jaw and working his hands between my legs. Two of his fingers brushed against my clit, caressing it slowly. Squeezing his shoulders and holding on for support as he continued his work on my clit
I almost fall apart when they found the wetness between my legs, spreading it over my clit until I was writhing against the couch behind me, my body begging for it. My anger seemed a thing of the past, but somehow I couldn’t get over it. As ridiculous as it was, I was still bothered. I looked at Andy. In a moment of rash decisions, it came to me a way of getting even.
Suddenly, his fingers slid inside me. He curled them and they brushed against a spot that caused me to buck up against him and arch my back. As real as my moans were, I made them louder. Exaggerating my movements. His fingers started pumping faster and faster until I was panting on the edge of the couch, while the pad of his thumb circled my clit. I grabbed onto his arms, keeping myself from completely falling apart and moaning louder than usual. Replicating my past orgasms, it gave me a sick sense of pleasure.
As my vision blurred I cried out
Suddenly his movements stilled and he looked up at me. An expression I couldn’t read clear on his face.
“Did you just fake your orgasm?” My breath caught in my throat. Cursing myself in my head, my heart skipped a beat. His words were monotone, making me even more scared.
A few seconds went by before Andy got up, wrapping his arms around my body and lifting me up. Shocked, I asked,”What are you doing”.
Andy smirked and didn’t look at me while heading for the bedroom. “Since you want to fake your orgasm, okay, I’ll play along”. I tried to hold back the smile threatening to tear past my lips, I knew I was in for a long night.
Warnings: Language, Smut, Extreme Blood and Gore, Murder... Vampire stuff
A/N: Alrighty, I haven’t wrote anything for this in over a year, but here’s another piece! I hope it lives up to the standards with the rest of it’s chapters, I certainly tried!
Handprints, Handprint Killers , Handprints on my Heart
2007
You stand in front of the floor-length mirror, placing the ruby earrings in your ears, watching Andrew's reflection as he dressed.
You watch as the black suit jacket slips over those firm shoulders, how his inked fingers slowly button the lower half. He's cut his black hair, it's no longer low and flowing, but he does look more modern as it falls over his forehead, his blue eyes trailing as he feels your gaze on him.
He smiles at you, and you immediately return it, feeling warmth settle through your body as you finish. You turn around, finding he's already behind you. Your fingers coast up his chest, curling around the back of his neck as you lean into his tall frame.
"Mmm, I'm excited for tonight," you whisper, pressing your red-painted lips against his jaw. "We haven't had a feast in months."
"I know, but it's time for a celebration, don't you think?"
"A celebration?" You ask in amusement, leaning back slightly. His hands are around your hips, holding you against the coolness of his body as you look up at him.
It's so different now, between the two of you now that you've been together for almost a decade. The hotel, with it's gothic architecture, has been fully restored and operational for years now. Humans from all over the world flock to look at it in all it's grand elegance, and the revenue from the visitors is quite helpful for you and Andrew to keep your feedings hidden from the world. Really, you don't care if it fails, you just like the food that keeps delivering itself.
Vampires even visit, although you'd been against the idea initially, Andrew had seen the value. Let them visit, let them feed in peace without worry of the world finding their kills. Somehow, that's given the two of you an extra edge; you're running the only establishment in the world where the hellish creatures can play with their prey and eat as much as they want --- even bring their own, if they like.
Funny how valuable soundproofing is.
Of course, not every guest that visits is a snack pack. You have the entire three upper levels dedicated to just those who are meant to be dinner, whereas the rest of the hotel runs like normal. Humans are completely oblivious to what's going on in the ancient structure, which feels more like home to you now than anywhere else you've ever visited.
Of course, Andrew is always at your side, so that makes anywhere feel safer.
"Yes. Do you know what today is?"
"Saturday."
He clucks, pressing his cold lips against your nose before stepping away, his eyes running down your body. You're wearing the red dress you'd found the first night in the hotel, and he adores how the material clings to your body, giving your a sultry, vivacious look with your hair pinned elegantly on the back of your head.
You're no longer drifters, you're royalty.
No one dares challenge the two of you now, not even the elders. Your establishment, nicknamed the Mortuary, is precious to all your kind; so long as its running, no one is going to bother you. Andrew did all of it strictly so you would be safe; every move he's made, every calculated decision, it's with your welfare in mind, whether you know it or not.
"Why, my dear, it's our twenty year anniversary."
"It is?" You blink, leaning back on your heels. "It feels like we've been together so much longer."
"I know." He murmurs, his ringed thumb brushing across your lower lip. For the past three years, not a day has gone by that the two of you have not been together. Every night, even while you slept, your bodies had only been inches apart, and now he doesn't think he could survive a night not in your presence.
The hotel is your sanctuary, and though Andrew still feels the pull to rest, to sleep for another hundred or so years, he fights it viciously. You're not yet there, you're still so young, just in your sixties or so, and it'll be another before you realize you want to sleep as well.
He'll wait until you're ready.
Honestly, the hotel could burn to the ground and take everyone with it, he would not care. He doesn't mind if the world ends, if every creature on it is scorched from the plains, he just cares about you.
Everything is for you.
The decade he was forced to go without you, it felt like torture. He's never felt so attached to someone in his existence, and ever since the two of you shared those witches blood --- perhaps that's what changed the blood high for the two of you, maybe it did something to your undead bodies. It's the only explanation he can come to as to why you're so... why he can't do without you.
Witches have magic, and magic has a strange way of affecting the dead.
"So tonight is our anniversary, hmm?" You splay your fingers against his shoulders thoughtfully. "Does that mean we have gifts?"
"Hundreds," Andrew murmurs, brushing his lips against your jaw. "We have an entire ballroom of gifts awaiting us, my dear."
How wonderful.
You shiver as his teeth graze your neck, your mind on all the humans ambling below your feet. Andrew had closed off the hotel for the festivities, just like he always does once a year; no one from the public is allowed, the staff is dismissed, and it's just vampires, celebrating for once in their existence what they are.
How much fun this is going to be!
Admittedly, you'd been dissatisfied in the beginning. You'd missed the thrill of the hunt, of chasing your victims and hearing them beg for their lives before you tore into their flesh. Andrew had amended that, turned it into a game; let them flee into the hotel, and murder them as they go through the halls; someone else can always clean up the mess.
It's like rat in a maze, thinking they can escape, having hope only for you to crush it in your hand!
Oh, you simply love it!
You sigh contentedly in his arms, curling closer to him and just holding him for several seconds. You like his body when it's warmer, when the two of you have just fed, but you also like moments like this, when everything is peaceful and you can just enjoy the feel of him against you. Vampires aren't meant to love, you lose your emotions after so many years --- or, at least, you're supposed too. You become more primal, but with Andrew, that's not true at all.
You feel more human around him.
"I love you," he murmurs after a moment, "and I will for eternity."
You smile at the words, snuggling against him. "I love you as well."
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"Look at all of them!" You gasp in excitement, rushing towards the golden banister of the balcony that overlooks the ballroom. Your white-gloved fingers curl around the hard wood, gazing downward.
The ballroom ceiling is the highest in the building, with stained-glass windows arching upward in sharp peaks --- it reminds you of a cathedral, although this version is much more twisted with all the dark furnishings. Chandeliers sparkle, the low lights on the wall spread deep shadows across the dark gold paint; Andrew outdid himself.
You can't help but admire it as you look down, staring at all the well dressed food waiting for you below.
Andrew walks slowly behind you, content to watch the excitement on your face. Your dress is split up to your thigh, allowing for swifter movement, and your jewelry glitters on your shimmery, unyielding skin. You're quite the gem yourself, and he finds he just likes watching you, how your face comes to life when you realize you'll get to hunt; it's almost child-like.
"You've really outdone yourself this year, Andrew!" You say giddily, turning to look at him over your shoulders, your eyes glittering. "This looks wonderful!"
"I thought you might like it," he smiles softly, your gloved fingers trailing over his high cheekbones, admiring the handsome lines of his face. He's like a walking Adonis, forever immortalized, and you find yourself just looking at him sometimes. It's no wonder the human females are enchanted with him, he's ethereal in his beauty.
"How many are down there?"
"Nearly a hundred, by my calculations. The waiters are those from the streets I offered a job too, they will not be missed either. The humans are all lower class, they think they won invitations to a grand ball held just because someone has too much money to throw away." Andrew smirks, his hand curving around your hip as he gazes down with you, the lights casting shadows across his face.
"That's twice as many humans as what you usually get."
"Well, I had to accommodate for our guests this year," he sighs, eyes flicking to the balcony across from yours where one of the vampire elders stand. He'd come to overview everything, to see how the feasts are going to be handled. Andrew finds his presence irksome and unwelcomed, but he puts on a congenial face. He knows if the elders are convinced the hotel is useful, than the two of you are set for decades to come.
You purse your lips. "He's only staying a few days, isn't he?"
"Yes. He's only here for the feast."
"Where are the others?"
"Still getting ready, I suppose." Andrew's eyes flick around the room, spotting the odd vampire here and there in the crowd, but they all know they're not allowed to touch the food until you've had your fun; all of this is for you, and your anniversary, and Andrew doesn't want you disappointed; he'll kill anyone who spoils your night.
"Mmm." You bite your lower lip, white fangs glinting in the lights as you lean forward, gazing downward. "How many do you think we can fit on a bed?"
Andrew chuckles. "Our record is six so far."
"I think we need bigger beds."
He grins, his hand slipping over yours where it rests against the banister. You turn your palm upward, threading his fingers through yours.
You like your love making to be in a pool of blood, to feel it soaking around your body as you kiss him. You like to be so drunk and high off of it that you and Andrew can last for hours, moaning into each other, celebrating your time together. You know you go overboard sometimes, that your kills are always messy, whereas he keeps everything so neat and proper.
Maybe you two balance each other out?
You think about what it was like before him, how hard it was for you when your creator abandoned you because you weren't keeping her attention. You still don't know where the old biddy is, what happened to her, but you do know that if she ever shows up, you're ripping her head off. She left you, defenseless as a newborn vampire, to wander the world.
You would have been killed by hunters if Andrew hadn't been there, they would have ended your life before it had really even started. You weren't good as a human, you'd never really started feeling alive until, well, you were dead.
And you'd certainly never loved anyone before.
You let your gaze drift to the tall man beside you, seeing his bright blue eyes surveying the crowd below. Sometimes, you still don't understand what he sees in you. You're not near as beautiful as he is, but rather plain. You know why you care about him, it's impossible not too.
He's kind to you, he takes care of you and he loves you unconditionally. He doesn't care how you like to play with your food, he doesn't judge you for your messy kills or the fact you always get blood everywhere. You've tried to be a little neater for his sake, but it just frustrates you, there's always an errant stream of blood you can't stop!
Now that you think about it, he's actually saved your life a couple times. You sort of owe him for that, don't you? You hope the opportunity never arises, however. You don't want someone to be after his life, and you don't want to have to defend him; you want everything to stay exactly as it is.
"It seems as if everyone is here," Andrew comments, seeing at least twenty vampires circulating the room below. He perhaps has more food than is warranted, but any survivors can be saved for later downstairs; funny how the basement of the hotel serves as a wonderful pantry.
"Good!" You clasp your hands in front of you happily, eyes brightening. "Can we start now?"
"Of course, my love." he leans down, and you turn your face expectantly. His lips brush yours softly, and you lean into him thoughtlessly, deepening the kiss after a moment to let your tongue brush his. Mmmph, you almost hate to break it, you adore kissing him.
"Go on, love," he whispers against your lips, caressing your cold cheek. "Go have your fun!"
You smile at him, and then turn away, leaving the balcony behind and disappearing behind the black curtains. Last year you'd just tossed yourself off the balcony into the midst of them, scaring them before you attacked them, but apparently you're going for something else this year.
How curious; you usually never change your habits, you like fearful prey.
Andrew crosses his arms, his gaze flicking across the ballroom to see the vampire elder gazing at him.
"This is a very nice establishment you have, Lord Biersack." The elder says after a moment, his hands clasped over the cane in front of him. Andrew snorts, narrowing his blue eyes.
"Thank you, Hansel. Have you enjoyed your stay here?" He keeps his voice congenial, but he's very displeased. It's probably a good thing an entire balcony separates the two of them, that they're at least a building's length away from each other. He knows the elders are the one who sent vampires after you for your head, and he has quite frankly not forgiven them for it. Even back then, if he had found out you'd died ---.
"Yes. It's very well run. I've heard of your feasts, I hope this one lives up to its reputation."
"Mmm, it shall. Do enjoy yourself, Hansel. There's no need for control here." Andrew says, seeing you enter the room below. You look like a child at a candy store, passing through the humans, picky about which one you might want; he tried to get an equal amount of flavors, although he'd bypassed more of the sweet-tasting humans for you, despite they're his preference.
You miss the looks the males give you as you sweep by, how their eyes trail over you just as his had the first moments he saw you. You might not think much of your appearance, but it's the air around you, the wildness in your aura. You're a vicious killer when you want to be, and being a vampire was probably the best thing to ever happen to you; you set the standard for it.
He smiles slightly as he sees you finally zero in on someone, a man much taller than you with broad shoulders and long hair. You sidle up to him, your fingers brushing across his shoulders as he turns to face you. Andrew can see his defenses falling away immediately as you laugh at something he's said, the mans hand coming to rest familiarly along your hip.
Andrew narrows his eyes. He hates it when they touch you, as if you're their creature and something to be paraded around. It's all he can do to hold himself back, to not jump down and snap the humans neck like a breadstick.
He exhales heavily, glaring down.
You say something else to the man, but then you're moving away, drifting through the crowd again. Obviously no one can begin the feast until you, but you're finding what you want, leaving the rest of the vampires restless.
You're doing it just to torment them, aren't you? If anything, you're spiteful, Andrew will give you that. You hold a grudge for all those years of running and hiding you'd had to do, and everyone will suffer for that injustice.
His fingers twitch in aggravation as another human steps in front of you, offering you a flute of champagne. You arch one brow before you take it, lightly making small talk with him. Andrew shifts impatiently, disliking how the mans eyes linger on your chest, on the swell of your breasts from the tight bodice of the dress.
Jealousy is not something vampire's are known to feel, only anger and possesiveness when it comes to their kills.
Andrew, however, is a different story.
Huffing, he straightens his jacket before lightly hopping forward, standing on the edge of the balcony as he gazes downward. He taps the toe of his black shoe against the banister, his hands in his pockets as he watches the human reach forward boldly, brushing a strand of your loose hair behind your ear; you should have snapped his wrist for that.
Irked, Andrew steps forward, dropping down easily to the floor below him, not caring if anyone sees him or not. He lands easily with just a bend of his knees, hearing gasps erupt around him at his appearance. He ignores them, striding forward purposefully, his eyes on the male flirting with you.
Unacceptable.
You cut your eyes as he nears with an impish look, and after a moment Andrew realizes you're just taunting him, letting the males come on to you to rile him up.
Well, if that's how you want to play it, very well.
The man just has enough time to turn and look before Andrew's chilling hands are on him, snapping his neck with a firm twist. You watch as the man crumples to the floor, glass shattering as it hits the waxed tiles. Immediately someone screams, and you pout as you look at Andrew.
"There you go, starting the party early."
Andrew rolls his eyes, and gestures as the shuffling crowd, sounds of alarm starting to ring out through the ballroom, people already shoving for the closed golden doors.
"You know I don't like it when they touch you."
"I know," you smile, and lean over the body to kiss Andrew swiftly. "I was just hoping you'd join in on the fun!"
He quirks a brow, letting you take his hand as you laugh and drag him forward, your eyes flicking about as you look for your dinner. You spy who you want, and you lunge forward, catching the woman by the shoulders and tossing her to the ground. She shrieks, immediately doing her best to scramble away as you approach her, obviously frightened and unsure what's happening. Her back hits a white column, her painted eyes wide as you kneel in front of her, your dress parting up your thigh.
You sniff, then your nose curls.
"Oh, bother. Andrew, she's sweet."
Really?
Andrew glides forward curiously, shuffling forward to sniff her.
Well, so she is.
"Here, she's all yours." You say, but he shakes his head.
"You don't want to share?"
"I smelled a spicy one earlier, that's what I want."
"Then let's go find that one," he smiles, and you nod eagerly, both of you standing and leaving the cringing woman behind.
Someone else can have her.
You clasp Andrew's hand, laughing as you see the confused humans trying to find a way out, realizing every exit is barred, that the windows are unbreakable or too high off the ground for a safe drop. They flood past you, dipping into every room, loud shrieks and screams erupting everywhere as vampires have their fun.
Some of the humans try to fight back every year, they bring weapons of some sort, but it doesn't make a difference. They always die.
Your heels are sharp against the waxed tiles below as you walk forward, finally spotting the one that you want. He's heading up the stairs, running at full speed towards the second story. You can already see one corpse sprawled across the bar up there, one edge of the wall-mirror behind it covered in a spray of blood.
Eh, that one must have been sour.
Happens.
"Do you want me to slow him?" Andrew asks after a moment, seeing a vampire slip past the man after his eyes flick to the two of you; it's your prey, and no one is going to touch him.
"No, let him run. The fear makes him taste better," you say, lifting your skirt as you start up the stairs at a reasonable pace. You keep your eyes on him, seeing him sprinting desperately for one of the hallways, his eyes flicking over his shoulder.
You almost clap your hands you're so excited!
Usually when the pantry is getting low, you just get cups of blood, and though it's warm and fresh, it's nothing like a real kill. You miss the times when technology was so far behind, where you could feed on the warm flesh of a breathing human.
It's just not as fun the other way, and what's the point of eternal life if you're not enjoying yourself?
You finally let go of Andrew's hand to dart forward, grabbing the man's jacket and tugging hard, making him fall backward with a yelp. He hits hard onto the red carpet, and you circle him, his wide eyes focusing on you as he cradles the back of his head. You smile at him, and kneel down after a moment, trailing your fingers up his chest.
Spicy, musky --- very man-like. You sort of got a taste for that when you drank one of the hunters; perhaps you only like it now because it reminds you of that time twenty years ago --- today exactly!
"Come share him with me," you say, planting your hand firmly on the man's chest, making it impossible for him to move as you look up. "Let's celebrate our first taste together."
"Very well. Drink him dry?"
"Just like we did the first night together," you smile as Andrew kneels beside you, and you press a swift kiss against his lips. "Remember? We drank him until there was nothing left."
"Yes, I remember." Andrew clucks, lifting the mans wrist up forcefully. The man gasps, squirming, but he's no match for your strength.
"P-please!" He begs, digging his heels into the floor as he tries to pull away from the two of you, unsure what's even going on; his mind has yet to comprehend the situation.
"Oh, don't be a baby," you coo at him, your fingers curling into his long hair as you drag his head back, revealing the vein in his throat. "This will only hurt a little bit!"
Andrew snorts, shredding the man's sleeve with his nails, revealing the tender spot on his wrist. You don't waste another second, the man's deep bellows filling the air as your white fangs sink deeply into his flesh, blood immediately gushing upward against your lips. You groan as it fills your mouth, pressing closer into him. You can feel his hand at your hip, trying to shove you off, fight you any way that he can, but he's no match for you. Blood seeps from your lips, coursing down his neck and staining the carpet below.
Andrew chuckles, and he bites lightly into the man's wrist, only wanting a small taste; he's not as fond of the flavor as you are. The man's heart is hammering in his chest, Andrew can hear every beat, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins makes his blood even tangier.
"Well, I have to say, you two certainly know how to party."
Both your eyes flick up as you see the vampire elder approaching, using a white kerchief to wipe the spray of blood off his gold, round spectacles. You narrow your eyes, lifting your lips reluctantly from the twitching man beneath you.
"Enjoying yourself?" Andrew asks with a quirk of his brows, running his tongue along his red-stained lips.
"Mmm. Is there always so much carnage?"
"We clean for a week after a party, there's no worry of any evidence being found." Andrew says, rising to his feet. He glances at you, giving you a comforting smile as he sees the red smearing your chin, the irritation in your eyes at being interrupted. "Keep feeding, I'll be right back. Don't let him die on you."
Oh, right.
Your eyes flick down, seeing the man is losing a lot of blood from the gaping wound you've left. You trust Andrew to handle the situation, so you lean down, returning eagerly to your feeding.
"Have you fed yet?" Andrew asks the elder, who nods after a moment, replacing his glasses, as if he really needs them.
"Yes. I think you've more food than what's necessary."
"Some of us like to feed more than others, is all. I like for there to be enough. It wouldn't hurt for you to enjoy yourself, have as much as you want. The hotel is abundant this evening."
"How do you intend on getting rid of all of the bodies here?" the elder asks coolly; he as quite surprised at the amount of people when he'd arrived, all the chattering humans buzzing with excitement. He'd been skeptical that the old lord really had everything under control.
Andrew chuckles. "Perhaps you should try the chicken here some night, Hansel. The humans all seem to adore it."
The elder's brows rise. "What if someone investigates and finds out what your dinners are really made of?"
"No one investigates the Mortuary." Andrew shrugs. "I own the police force, I've poured plenty of money into it. Should any body turn up suspiciously or someone question a disappearance, it's handled. I always try to make sure that anyone we take has very little influence, that no one will look for them. Most of them here tonight are of the lower class, or homeless. Even the staff was those I offered jobs too from the street. You will find no issues with our feasts."
He is sure of that.
"Well, even I can admit when something is impressive." the elder allows after a moment, his eyes flicking behind the vampire in front of him as he sees a woman stagger into the hallway, her hand pressing against the wound on her neck as she weeps. "You seem to have everything handled."
"Andrew never misses a detail," you say, both men looking over as you approach. Your eyes are dilated from your meal, blood coursing from your lips and droplets showering across the swell of your breasts; you look like a beautiful woman turned monster, and Andrew immediately feels that stirring for you, the one that makes his skin burn.
Even the elder glances down at your chest, appreciating the view in front of him; it's hard to find those who really appreciate the kill, who wear the blood of their victim with such pride. He's an old vampire, he remembers the days when slaughter was free and vampires were feared instead of myth.
Perhaps that day can come again, thanks to you two oddballs.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have festivities to enjoy," the elder says after a moment, and you both nod, your hand curling around Andrew's arm. He still looks so elegant, you almost feel bad for looking a mess.
The elder disappears behind you, and your eyes flick over your shoulder to see him approach the young weeping woman.
"I see he's having fun," you chuckle, looking up at the man at your side. "Although you've not eaten enough to enjoy yourself yet."
"Don't worry, my love, I will be soon." He murmurs, dipping his head. He kisses you, his tongue running through the blood on your lips, letting it coat his tongue. You sigh, letting him have a taste, feeling his hand cup your face.
It's addictive, the taste of blood on another.
"What do you say we round up a few and bring them to our room?" You whisper, biting your lip thoughtfully. "I would love a bath."
Andrew's slow grin is all the consent you need.
~~~~~~~
You giggle as you prop the man over the edge of the large, white tub. You and Andrew inhabit the penthouse at the very top of the hotel, and so the fact your bathroom is large and lavish is no surprise. You were especially happy over the tub, which Andrew had installed just because he knew you would love it.
You watch as the blood pours through the humans neck and into the tub, your fingers brushing through his dark hair.
"I think one more will do it," you call, gazing at the white tub filled halfway with blood. Really, it takes way too many humans to fill it, so you'd ordered some buckets of blood from the pantry below; with the addition of the live blood, it's going to be warm, and that's all that you want.
Andrew appears with a weeping woman, her dress torn and blonde hair collapsing around her shoulders. She screams as she sees the man leaning over the tub, her hands rising to her face in horror.
How dramatic.
"Are you sure it's enough?" He sighs, dragging her forward by her arm. "It's only halfway."
"It'll be fine with the two of us in it." You say, your hands on your hips. Blood is covering your dress, staining the lower half of your hair and your face. You look frightening as you peel your gloves off, tossing them to the side as Andrew forcibly leans the girl forward, drawing his nail along her neck so that her blood will gush forward, her body slumping.
There.
"Why do you always look so nice after a feast?" You grumble, seeing just the faintest red stains across his white dress shirt. His hands are even clean!
"Because I have more control than you," he says, shirking out of his jacket.
You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't say that. You just want to make a good impression with that old goat."
"That old goat is what's going to keep us from having trouble, (Y/N)."
You pout as you look at him. "No one can stop us from having fun, Andrew."
Well, he's not going to disagree.
He shirks out of his shirt, his eyes on you as you undress, shimmying out of the clingy material and letting it pool at your bare feet. You reach forward, shoving the humans out of the way and running a single finger through the tub's contents. You bring it up to your lips, sighing heavily.
"Mmm, it all tastes so good mixed together! A wonderful cocktail."
He chuckles, stepping forward. He gives it a moment before he slips easily into the tub, sinking down low with a sigh into the warm blood. He lets his head rest back as his body heats, licking his lips as you step between his legs, settling down in front of him. His arms curl around you, dragging you back against his chest as he nuzzles your throat.
"This was a good idea," he says, lifting his hand upwards, watching as the blood courses down his skin. "I haven't had one of these in a century."
"Mmm, I always have good ideas." Okay, so you know that's not true, usually your ideas are a disaster. Still, you try to forget how life was before, just focus on how it is now. It's easy, almost, how things are going, and you hope they stay that way.
Andrew sighs, relaxing for several moments, watching the way the dark surface shifts and ripples, thick against his skin. He presses a kiss against your shoulder, his tongue running through the blood coating it.
It does taste good.
"Mmm, did you get your fill tonight?" he asks after a moment, and you nod your head, pressing your stained lips against his cheek.
"Of course. You ordered so many of them."
"I wanted to make sure everyone was sated," he clucks, watching as you shift forward. You turn around, the blood barely high enough to cover your breasts; it had rose when the two of you had taken up space, but Andrew would still have liked more.
You give him a smile as your arms wrap around his shoulders, your thighs slipping on either side of his hips. You nuzzle his throat, lightly lapping at the heated blood covering his skin. Really, you're not high yet, you'd had more fun catching and killing your victims then really drinking from them. You'd wanted to get high with Andrew, just like always, not by yourself.
You sigh against his skin before you sink your teeth into his throat, causing him to start. You drink deeply, and he groans softly in your ear, closing his eyes in pleasure as your body rubs against his, his hands flowing through the blood to clasp your waist.
His blood always tastes so good, mixtures of all the people he's had tonight. It's hot, hotter than a normal humans as it splashes against your tongue, although you're not sure why. You don't want to drink too much, so after a moment you pull away, running your tongue along the wound as you lean back, hands clasping his shoulders.
"You didn't drink enough tonight," you say accusingly, noticing the glint in his eyes as he looks at you.
"I didn't have too," he chuckles, kissing your chest. You watch as his tongue flicks out against your skin, your fingers flexing. Your body shifts as his lips seal around your breast, lavishing your sensitive peak in attention. He suckles on your flesh, and you bite your lip as his teeth pierce, drawing your blood into his mouth.
You tilt your head back, shivering as he drinks from you. It always feels so nice for someone to drink from you, for your blood to go into their body. Maybe that's where you and Andrew had gone wrong before during your blood high, drinking from each other with so much abandon.
You thread your fingers through his dark hair, feeling that heat between your thighs, that desire growing inside of you. You need some more blood, you're not quite where you want to be just yet. Your fingers brush down his arms, catching his wrist and drawing it up to your lips. Blood gives his skin a nice red sheen, and you run your tongue through it, enjoying it's flavor in your mouth.
You press kisses against his body, feeling his teeth finally leave you with a groan.
"The blood is getting thick," you breathe, and Andrew's red-stained fingers move, slipping against the tub as he feels for the buttons. You grin as the jets turn on, moving the blood, and you appreciate the fact it isn't going bad already; apparently there are wonderful drugs on the market to prevent that these days, and slipping it into the guests food proves very helpful.
You kiss him quickly, his arms winding around your slick hips as he draws you against him. You moan into his mouth when you feel the hardness below you, realizing he's already getting where he needs to be. His hands coast up and down your back, one slipping around to cup your breast in wet fingers, squeezing and pinching until you're squirming.
Andrew's hands brace on the rim of the tub as you pull his mouth to yours hungrily, gripping his shoulders and leaving smears against his skin. You groan into the kiss, and only push back enough where you can look at him, seeing the red smears coating the lower half of his face now.
Much better.
You close your eyes in pleasure as his mouth goes to your neck once more, sucking kisses into the wet skin. He presses closer to you, jerking your body against his and causing a rush of blood to disappear over the edge of tub, splattering across the black and white tiles below. You stifle a gasp as he bites you, just enough to draw your blood to the surface before leaning away, wanting you to bleed for him.
As if you don't already.
You pull his face back to yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue clashing desperately. You run your fingers through the longer black locks at the top of his head and pull him closer to your mouth, opening your mouth further and pressing your tongue more insistently against his.
You lightly run your fingertips up his chest, feeling his breathing increase before he leans back, slowly this time. One hand grips the lip of tub behind you, the other running over your body, wondering how wet you're getting for him the more blood you consume. His face is just below yours, his lips parted slightly, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes.
"Andrew," you whine. You need him to touch you, for his hands to touch your squeeze your body once more. Your voice seems to break him out of his trance, causing his eyes blue eyes to settle on yours one more time, growing dilated, black starting to overpower the color as his needs become more evident. His free hand cups your face gently before tracing the line of your neck, running down until his fingertips are brushing the swell of your red breasts.
His eyes follow his hand, and he groans at the sight of your chest moving the blood with your ragged breaths. His hand cups one of your breasts, and he finally leans back down to your lips, this time much gentler. He squeezes his hand, one of his thumbs flicking lightly over your nipple, causing a moan to slip out onto his lips. He adores how you feel, every slick inch of skin rubbing into his, seducing him all over again. Your wet body is attempting to grind into his, and he can feel the hum in his body from drinking from you, from tasting the blood on your flesh.
The high is starting already, and he welcomes it.
"I want to touch you," he breathes against your lips, your legs widening of their own accord at those husky words. You shiver as his face buries in the crook of your neck, lips and tongue suckling at the rivulets of blood coursing your body. You can feel his hand coasting down your body, squeezing your thigh before slipping inside.
You exhale heavily, eyes fluttering closed as his talented fingers slip between your folds and press into your entrance. You squirm your hips as his thumb puts pressure on your clit, causing electricity to course through your body. This is it, what you've been craving --- the feeling of being alive, of feeling pleasure at his touches instead of just nothing. You hate being so emotionless, you want more, you want this all the time!
He gently presses the pads of his fingers down, adding just enough pressure to make you writhe against him. Slowly his fingers rub circles into your clit and you moan against the skin of his shoulder, your forehead falling against it as you shudder once more. You can hear his breathing, escalating as you nibble on him, making his skin bleed with the sharp points of your teeth.
You inhale sharply as he lightly pushes a finger inside of you, your muscles immediately clenching around him as you grind down onto his hand, the blood moving and shifting around your body thanks to the jets. It feels so nice, and your head tilts back in pleasure as he adds a second finger, moving them inside of you.
You whine as his presses harder against your clit, thrusting his fingers inside of you until you're shuddering in his arms, panting against his neck. You moan shamelessly as his mouth suckles your breast, his cock hard against your thigh. Your eyes are dilated, wide and slowly turning darker the more he pleasures your body, the more he nips and causes you to bleed.
The blood bath was a wonderful idea on your part.
"Fuck, Andrew," you groan, feeling yourself clench despite yourself. You wish you could cum, but you don't want to waste the experience. You want him inside you when it happens, thrusting up into you over and over until you're screaming his name again. The blood high will only last so long, and you only really enjoy fresh blood, so the two of you don't need to waste much more time!
No matter how much you're enjoying it.
You reach between the two of you, curling your hand around his cock and causing him to moan. You stroke your nails against his heating skin, kissing him as you pump your hand around him. You want him to crave your body like you are his, to want to be inside you so bad he can't control himself. You know he wants you, but you want the lust to be all consuming, for him to not be able to think about anything else.
You don't know it's already like that for him.
"I want you inside me," you whisper, black eyes opening to find his the same. "I want you fucking me already, make me cum."
His breath shudders out against your lips, and he pulls his fingers from inside you, clamping them around your hips and drawing your forward. Your fingers curl around the edge of the tub, feeling his head rub teasingly against your entrance, your stomach clenching as he thrusts upward.
You gasp loudly, blood pouring over the edges of the tub once more as your bodies move, Andrew twisting until you're beneath him. He curls his hands tightly around the lip of the porcelain bath, your arms winding tightly around his neck as he thrusts into you. You tighten your legs around his hips, moaning wantonly as he fills you over and over.
Blood courses between your bodies, soaking your hair, causing your grip on him to be slick. You don't mind, you just want to kiss him, for him to fuck you harder. Your can feel that rush of heat coursing over your body, your mind going blank as you focus solely on the pleasure. All you can do is pant and moan beneath him, suddenly glad the tub is large enough for his long legs and your extra form.
"You're so beautiful," Andrew groans, and you gasp as his teeth sink deep into your throat, causing your head to fall back as you jerk. Your toes curl as he drinks heavily from you, losing control for several seconds as his hips hammer into yours, his cock squeezed and milked by your muscles as you groan and whimper in his arms.
"Andrew," you breathe, fingers tugging lightly at his hair, feeling his moan.
This must be heaven, you think, for someone like you. There's no other way to describe the euphoria you're feeling, the sublime pleasure in his arms. You'd never had anything like this as a human, and suddenly all those rough years are worth it. Maybe it's what made you appreciate what you have now, the fact that this creature loves you so much he's willing to risk everything for you, for just a few hours of pleasure with you.
"Fuck," you whimper, his head lifting from your neck, fresh blood dribbling from his lips. You almost feel light headed as you kiss him, tasting your lifeforce on his tongue as it delves into your neck. His hands are so tight on your hips, you can feel his fingertips biting deep into your flesh to hold you still as your bodies slip against each other.
You're not going to be able to handle much more, you're getting too close to bliss. You cling to him, but he knows your body too well. He shifts, angling deeper until your eyes are squeezing shut and you're gasping. He caresses you, traces circles in the blood on your skin, holding you close to him. His hand is curling around your thigh as he sits up, both of you moaning at the new position as you sink down onto him fully.
"I love you," you whisper against his lips, causing a different kind of warmth in his chest as he looks at you, cradling your face between his fingers as your hips move, taking control now.
"I love you for eternity," he responds, meaning those words with every inch of his being. You smile breathlessly at him, only to clench as his fingers dance on your clit, rubbing hard until you're on the verge of losing control, shaking against him.
Andrew doesn't care how many humans he needs to kill, he'll do it every night if it means moments like this with you. Even when he's not high, he still feels that heat for you, that ridiculous attraction that causes his body to respond in ways it shouldn't. He almost doesn't need to be high to desire you anymore, it's becoming natural for him.
It should frighten him, the change in his undead body, and though he's speculated it several times, he generally pushes the thoughts away.
He doesn't want to consider what they mean.
He shudders beneath you as you suddenly cum, his lips capturing your sounds of pleasure as you shudder and shake in his arms. Fireworks go off behind your eyes as you cling to him, nails raking deep against his back and leaving red lines behind. You lose your breath, your body goes tense, you can't think --- everything is muddled as he holds you against him, pumping his hips up into yours until he's groaning as well, shuddering beneath you and holding you tightly.
You relax into his grip, snuggling close to him as your arms wrap around his back.
Mmm.
He always leaves you sated, content. You press your lips gently into his shoulder, liking that he's still holding you, his fingers lightly caressing your hair as you try to control your body. If your heart still beat, it would be hammering in your chest, and you should be breathless, legs weak, but you're not.
Honestly, you could go again, immediately.
"I hope it can be like this forever," you murmur, aware that both of you are covered head to toe in blood. Your hair is heavy with it, clinging to your skin, as is his. He manages to still look elegant, despite drenched and skin growing sticky.
"Maybe it can be," he sighs, pulling away just enough to kiss your lips gently. "Maybe this never has to end."
"Everything always does."
"Not for a long time." His thumb caresses your cheek as he looks at you, black hair clinging to his forehead in red lines. "We can keep this going, we just have to be careful."
"Do you think so?" You sigh, biting your lower lip. "Do you think the elders are going to leave us be?"
"I believe Hansel was having fun, so more than likely." His fingers trail your lips. "Perhaps not in such magnitudes. We might have to lessen our feasts to every few years."
"That's fine. As long as we can still go out and hunt sometimes."
"We don't need to get our old nicknames back."
You smirk. "The Handprint Killers, wasn't it? I thought it had a nice ring to it."
Andrew just sighs, and you give him a quick kiss before you stand, letting the blood rush off your body as you step out of the tub, body still tingling. You leave bloody footprints behind as you walk to the glass shower, opening it and turning on the water. A hot spray of water immediately rushes forward, but you can't feel the heat as you step beneath it, letting it wash the red from your flesh.
You glance at Andrew where he still rests in the tub, head laid back as he watches you.
"Are you not going to clean up?" You quirk a brow at him, running your fingers through your hair. Your body is on display for him, but after so many years, he finds it still just as enamoring. He will never tire of having you, of touching you and moaning into your skin. You're intoxicating, his drug, and he can't help himself.
"When you're done," he murmurs, resting his arms along the side of the tub. You shrug, washing yourself off. You can hear the festivities downstairs are starting to die off, that most of the humans have been caught and consumed. It's a good thing your cleaning crew is so thorough, but considering how much they're paid for their silence, they should be.
You sigh happily when you're clean, turning the water off and glancing at the mess you've made of the bathroom.
"You know they're going to have to scrub for hours tomorrow to clean our mess up," you chuckle, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around your form.
"That's what they're paid for," Andrew replies, running a hand through his drying hair. He leans his head back so you can peck his lips before moving on towards the bedroom. He gives it a few moments before rising, reluctantly leaving the bath behind and heading towards the shower. He glances at the bloody handprint left behind on the shower door from your touch as he steps inside.
Really.
~~~~~~
You walk down the hallway, running your fingers through your freshly washed hair as you glance around. The cleaning crew took care of most of the mess while the rest of you slept, so though there's still stains and sprays of red here and there, the hotel is mostly emptied of any corpses. You hum lightly to yourself as you take the grand staircase, walking towards the main lobby of the hotel.
"You know, I miss the old days sometimes." You say, sensing Andrew where he stands at the reception desk, holding some papers in his hands. He glances up from the words, dressed once again in a tailored suit that makes him look so fucking distinguished.
"The old days?" He asks lightly, fingers lightly brushing across the keyboard. He's standing, trying to get the shuffled papers in order; they weren't put up appropriately and some of them are ruined.
"Yes. Going out into the world, hunting, causing mischief and making the humans fear us."
"They thought we were murderers, and we're still feared. No one was ever caught for those deaths, after all."
"I know." You cross your arms as you lean against the desk, watching him work. He took to technology easily enough, almost as if it was second nature to him. You find it amusing, considering how old he is.
"I think we've left plenty of handprints behind, my love, there's no need for more." Andrew says after a moment, eyes flicking up to yours. "Not in this country, anyhow."
Hmm.
True.
"Do you suggest somewhere else?" You ask lightly, seeing his lips quirk.
You've quite a bloodlust.
"It'll have to be somewhere remote."
"There's plenty of those in the world. What about Russia?"
"Where it's cold?"
"Easier to preserve the bodies and cause some fear, right?"
Andrew rolls his eyes, dropping the papers and turning his attention to you fully.
"Do you really want to start all that up again?"
"Why not? It's been plenty of time, hasn't it?" You frown, toying with a pen. "We can consider it a vacation."
"We just had a feast."
"So? We've never had a vacation, Andrew, not since we've been together."
He sighs, and leans forward, letting his arms press against yours as you stand on either side of the desk.
"Is that what you truly want?"
"Yes."
"Then you shall have it," he kisses your nose, and admittedly he finds the idea rather exciting. Causing a stir among the humans again, getting them fearful that they might be next? It had been very... mmm.
"Really?"
"Yes." Andrew cups your face with one hand, not caring who is around to witness the affection between the two of you; you've already been labeled as strange and unnatural vampires, so it doesn't matter to him anymore. "We'll go in a few weeks, once I have things handled here. Somewhere remote where we can hunt in peace."
You beam, and kiss him spontaneously, loving the idea of it.
Both of you, out in the world, hunting again?
Humanity will tremble.
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an: mb i fucked up the tags i’m to tired to fix them 😭 also did u catch my duplicity reference
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gerard’s fingers keep stroking through your hair in that slow, soothing rhythm while your head rests heavy on his lap.
you’re so sleepy you can barely keep your eyes open, but your mouth feels empty and restless. the oral fixation is loud tonight, making you nuzzle against his thigh with a soft, needy whimper.
he looked down at you, noticing your restlessness.
“shh, puppy….” he murmurs, voice low and warm, thick with dominance. “i know what you need….”
he shifts just enough to free himself, already half-hard from the way you’ve been squirming against him, you feel the heavy, warm weight of his cock brush your cheek, and your lips part instinctively.
“that’s it… open for me, baby.”
he guides the head of his cock past your lips, sliding slowly into the wet heat of your mouth. you let out a tiny, relieved sound as you close around him, immediately starting to suckle gentle, lazy pulls that make your whole body relax.
“fuck… good girl,” gerard breathes, his hand cupping the back of your head. “just like that. nice and slow…”
you hum softly around his thick length, eyes fluttering shut as the familiar comfort of having him in your mouth finally settles that fidgety ache.
he doesn’t thrust or push deeper, just rests there, letting you suckle on him while he pets your hair and rubs gentle circles between your shoulder blades.
“look at you…” he whispers, voice full of possessive affection, knowing that his voice relaxes you. “my sleepy little puppy, sucking on my cock like it’s the only thing that can help you fall asleep. so fucking precious.”
your tongue moves in lazy, sleepy swirls along the underside, occasionally giving a soft suck that draws a low groan from him. every time you start to drift, your mouth goes a little slack, and he gently rocks his hips just enough to keep himself nestled on your tongue.
“easy, baby. I’ve got you,” he soothes, thumb brushing your cheek where it’s stretched around him. “keep me in there sweetheart, that’s all you need to do. just drift while daddy’s cock is in your mouth.”
your breathing slows, deep and even. the gentle weight of him on your tongue, the taste of him, the way his fingers never stop stroking your hair, it all melts you completely.
you’re practically limp in his lap now, only the soft, instinctive suckling keeping you connected as sleep pulls you under.
gerard watches you with dark, tender eyes, perfectly content to let his sleepy girl use his cock as her favorite pacifier.
“mine,” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to the top of your head. “all fucking mine.”
warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, dominance/submission, face slapping, rough fingering, dirty talk, power play, pet play, degradation, brat taming, orgasm denial/control, overstimulation.
summary: andy biersack catches his sweet bunny girl acting up, and decides it’s time to remind her she belongs to daddy.
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an: this clip just fits so well.
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the door clicked shut behind andy, he’d told you to go upstairs and wait for him after you’d been a brat basically all evening. his tall frame filled the room as he locked eyes with you.
you were prettily sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but the cutest little pigtails and a tiny lace set that left little to the imagination. he didn’t say a word at first, just stalked closer, jaw tight, eyes dark with that hungry dominance that always made your stomach flip.
“you’ve been teasing me all night, bunny,” he growled low, voice rough like gravel. “prancing around in that little outfit, bending over every chance you get like a whore.” there was no real bite in his tone, just an underlying tease. he knew you got off on this.
you bit your lip, shifting on the sheets, already wet just from the way he looked at you. “daddy… i was just—”
his hand shot out, gripping your chin firmly, tilting your face up. “did i say you could speak?” he slapped your cheek lightly, just enough to sting and send heat rushing between your thighs. you gasped, eyes fluttering. “good girls don’t tease their daddy. they wait patiently like a pretty little bunny.”
he pushed you back onto the bed, climbing over you, knees pinning your legs apart. his fingers hooked into the lace panties, wasting no time at all, and yanked them down roughly, tossing them aside. you were soaked already, glistening under his gaze.
“look at this messy little cunt,” andy murmured, rubbing gently up and down your slit, pulling a small string of slick onto his finger. fuck, you were insanely wet.
you whimpered, hips bucking up. “p-please, daddy…”
he slapped your inner thigh hard, the sharp sound echoing. “a-ah, patience. you’re gonna have to beg more than that, sweetheart” he grinned.
“mmh- please, daddy, need your fingers… please f-fuck me with them,” you moaned, voice breathy and obedient, shy at what you’d just said.
andy smirked, that cruel glint flashing in his eyes. he shoved two fingers deep inside you without warning, curling them instantly against that spot that made you see stars.
you cried out, back arching as he started pumping them fast and rough, thumb pressing hard on your clit.
“that’s it,” he praised darkly, leaning down to bite at your neck. “take daddy’s fingers like the slutty bunny you are.” he added a third finger, stretching you wide, the wet sounds obscene as he fucked you harder. his free hand came down again on your cheek, slapping roughly, it made you squeal. each smack making you clench tighter around him.
you were shaking, thighs trembling around his wrist. “daddy— fuck, daddy, i’m g-gonna-!”
“not yet,” he snapped, slapping your clit sharply. the sting mixed with pleasure had you sobbing.
he kept thrusting those long fingers in and out, relentless, owning every inch of you. “you come when i say. understood?”
“mh-y-yes, daddy,” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
he curled his fingers again, grinding his palm against you. “good bunny. now come for me. soak my hand like you were made to.”
your orgasm crashed over you hard, body convulsing as you screamed his name, calling out “daddy” over and over while he kept fingerfucking you through it, drawing it out until you were a whimpering, oversensitive mess beneath him.
andy pulled his fingers free, bringing them to your lips. “clean them up, bunny. taste how well you took your punishment.”
you obeyed instantly, sucking them clean with wide, adoring eyes, already knowing the night was far from over. “fuckin’ adorable” he murmured, extremely pleased at his obedient little bunny.
