when vampire!bunny smells blood...💘🩰🧁 (SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x soft!bunny!reader)
she's sniffing....
looking around...
what smells like delicious heme?....
what is so....darkly sweet?...like cinnamon covered flesh?....
nose wrinkling, she's walking through the apartment, the trail getting stronger and stronger.
she peeks through the crack in the half-closed bathroom door to find her boyfriend nursing his wounds. blood-coated shirt tossed on the ground in a ball, he's putting peroxide on the gashes that coat his neck and torso.
she blinks tears down her cheeks. swallowing down her hedonistic, feral hunger. allowing her love for him to be a choice of selflessness. 'you got hurt at work today, baby?' she asks, absolutely torn.
he looks at his vampire girlfriend, her eyes all crimson, and nods. 'i didn't want you to see...didn't want to worry you or make you hungry...i know it's hard for you to contain your urges.'
she's wrapping her arms around his arm, and he's smirking. 'you've really improved, bun. your fangs aren't digging into my flesh.'
she's looking up at him, tears flowing, fangs out. 'you're hurt.'
he coos at her softly. brushing tears off her cheeks. kissing her mouth, her nose, her face. 'i'm alright, love.'
totally impressed by her love for him, he decides to give her a little treat. 'maybe i just don't smell good to you anymore. maybe my blood has gone sour. or maybe you're just not as attracted to me anymore, hm? that happens after you've been with som-
'you smell delicious! i wanna eat you so bad!'
he growls, eyes like a vulture's on hers. 'have a taste then, love,' he husks.
he scoops her up onto the sink, and she's licking the unattended wound on his throat, arms around his neck. she moans softly, looking at him all pouty. 'you taste better than that cat i ate yesterday, si!"
he's learned to truly enjoy it. being wanted like this makes him feral.
he's grabbing her hips and grinding his hardening cock at the warm flesh between her thighs. she humps him back, sucking on his blood. 'm'gonna cum!'
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Kyle stood with his arms folded across his chest, completely and utterly baffled at his partner's actions.
John had been gone most of the afternoon but came in a few minutes after Simon and Johnny had left to go food shopping.
In the captain's hands was a familiar takeaway coffee cup that Kyle recognised far too easily.
And then Johnny and Simon returned with identical takeaway coffee cups.
Now they were all sitting in front of Kyle in the living room and he felt like a teacher scolding children.
Both John and Johnny wore a solemn look on their faces; like kicked puppies.
Simon, despite his nonchalant demeanour, was also evidently sad, it was clear in his eyes, at least it was to the people present in the room.
As much as part of Kyle wanted to be sympathetic to them; he was mainly just angry and hurt.
Angry because this is exactly what he thought would happen if he went to go and see you himself. You were clearly happy. That was good. He’d meant what he said to John that morning, you deserved it, especially after the pain they put you through.
But he knew it would twist him up to see you happy about someone else.
Which is why he made quick work of distracting himself so that he didn’t think about you.
He thought the others were doing the same; but he was clearly wrong.
Which is also why he was so hurt; because now everyone except him, had seen you.
Even if they’d come back deflated, they’d at least been able to look at you one last time….
“What were you guys thinking?” Kyle questioned; the sharpness in his voice not unnoticed by the three men sitting in front of him.
“I was thinking that I wanted to see her,”Johnny replied back; his calm tone only furthering the other Sargents' irritation.
“And how exactly did that go?”
Kyle's question was rhetorical.
He knew based on the looks on his partners faces that the interaction with you had gone poorly even without any of them answering
“Well she wasn’t exactly happy with us,” Johnny answered with a frown.
“Nor me, she made my coffee wrong,” John mumbled, taking a brief sip of the drink, trying to force himself to drink the coffee, simply ecause it was made by you.
“Gave him a raspberry tea, and me something that tastes like grass,” Johnny continued, nodding over to Simon before turning his attention back to Kyle.
“Well what did you expect?” Kyle scoffed, running a hand over his face in frustration.
“We can’t let her get married,” John stated firmly; catching everyone in the room off guard.
“Ye’ve changed your tune from this mornin’,” Johnny said, unable to stop the small smile from forming on his lips, knowing that the Captain was now on his and Simon’s side.
“I just thought about it….thought about her,” Johns words trailed off as he looked at Kyle; his eyes were soft; hoping that somehow just that look alone would calm him down.
It didn’t.
“And what?”Kyle challenged,“You thought that seeing us again was going to make her cancel her wedding?”
Kyle didn’t snap at any of them often; and certainly not at John; not only was he their Captain on missions, but they also had a close bond and, most of the time the two of them had a similar thought process on things.
Apart from now.
The room fell silent at Kyle’s outburst; each man trying to work out what to say to him, to help him understand where they were coming from.
“How do you think she felt?” It was Kyle’s own voice that broke the silence; his tone was softer now but there was an undeniable fury in his eyes.
“She was clear about how she felt,” Johnny retorted back; earning a small slap on the shoulder from Simon; who was hating that they were all arguing.
It reminded him of when John had told them that he was going to have to end things with you, it caused so many arguments after you’d left.
It nearly destroyed them.
And he could see that same pain in Kyle’s eyes, this time it was at their betrayal…Simon wanted nothing more than to fix the situation within the group, but he didn’t know how to.
“You ambushed her at work!” Kyle seethed.
“Kyle, breathe,” John said; standing up to try and touch Kyle’s shoulder to help calm him down; hating how worked up he was getting.
“With respect, John, don’t tell me what to do right now,” Kyle strained, shuffling back a little, away from John's touch.
“It’s been two and a half years and you guys just popped up out of the blue to see here, like nothing happened.”
The group remained silent, allowing Kyle to continue venting his questions to them;
“Did any of you apologise to her?”
“Did any of you ask how she’d been?”
“Did any of you congratulate her on her engagement and upcoming wedding?”
“Why would we congratulate her?” Johnny countered back; rising to his feet, anger becoming evident in the Scotsman’s tone at the ludicrous words that he’d just heard.
“Because we let her go; we made our choices and now we have to live with the consequences of them,” Kyle argued back, taking a step closer to Johnny; his words reminding them all that they all agreed to the separation that broke them up, not you.
“If we see her, and that’s a big if because she’s probably going to try and avoid us as much as possible,” he continued; realising his own rage, as he stepped back away from Johnny.
He didn’t want to fight with any of them and certainly not physically.
He needed to go and calm down; to process what had happened.
“But if for some reason we do see her;” his voice was much softer now as he walked towards the door joining the living room they were all currently in, to the hallway, “we need to act like we’re not still in love with her,”
“I can’t do that,” Simon stated; finally speaking, his tone wasn’t harsh; but it was firm, as though he was stating a fact, “none of us can, not even you, Kyle.”
Kyle was nearly out of the room when he replied back with, “That’s why I didn’t go to see her.”
His reply wasn’t filled with rage; just a sadness that they all could relate too.
Before any of them could say anything else or try to comfort him, he walked out of the room completely, closing the door behind him so that he could go and calm down, before he murdered his partners for their stupidity.
Leaving John, Simon and Johnny in the room, Kyle’s words still echoing in their ears.
