You're such a clever little thing, too clever to keep thinking you'll ever be able to outrun him.
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Prompt: Mirror Sex, Bruising, Licking
Tags: the prompt as always, a very light sprinkling of breeding kink (i have a problem), rough possessive sex, faked death, pleasure as punishment, vampire AU, invisible vampires.
Word Count: 1.8k
Kinktober Master Post | AO3
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He can see the heat where your bare feet have touched the cold surface of the patio recently. It’s funny to him, when you come to this conclusion that you can ever successfully escape his clutches.
You have your tricks, and they are pretty, showy kinds of tricks.
Masking your scent, faking the pallor of death, even going as far as turning yourself invisible to get away from his jaws. And while at first he had been made genuinely upset by your show, he now knew better. You’d almost convinced him that the stillness of your chest was real. That your life was lost before he could claim it as his—it nearly broke his spirit.
What a tragedy that would have been.
He’d have mourned you at your side for years, lost at the sight of your lifeless body, had he not been drawn away from your side by the calling of his flock. Only with them calling could your plan have worked at all, for you knew he would have to leave your side to attend to his duties for a holy sacrament. Your façade would not have held strong forever, so you planned your fake death at such a perfect time on a perfect day.
Ah, you were a clever pet indeed. His little witch.
When he saw you missing from your open coffin, he knew at once what you’d done. His first reaction was anger. Of course, he was furious that you would go so low as to bait him like this. But after the initial fury, his temper cooled to a deep, seeping satisfaction. For how could he not be happy that you were alive? So smart? A pet like you was rare and precious, and he would not lose you before he turned you and made you bear his children.
And now that he’s chasing the faint trace of your scent and your warmth. Although they will always be ultimately fruitless, your increasingly intricate attempts to run are remarkable.
He finds you in a village over from the estate. Past the forest, in a small abandoned shack outside of the township. A cursed place, likely some building the locals look at with fear. You sneer at simpletons who think such superstitious thoughts, but perhaps you should have been more cautious of this place. Cursed or not, you’ve been hunted here by a monster of the night who will never let you go.
You’re sleeping soundly when he finds you. This place is a decrepit shadow compared to where he lets you sleep, in a bed beside him. His accommodations are simple in their perfection. To think you would trade a life like that, for this pitiful dump. He loves you, but he’ll never understand you.
You don’t hear him coming, so there is no chance to flee. He pounces on you, and instantly wake, screaming bloody murder. Loud and high pitched while he laughs at your struggle. It takes a moment for you to recognize that your master has come for you so soon, but he has.
From fear, you look annoyed at him. As if you have any right to be annoyed with him.
He won’t be having that, not when you’ve been very bad.
He grabs your chin and forces you up to your knees, half dangling from his grip. But instead of hurting you, he kisses you. Hard and all consuming. A kiss that communicates his desperation for you, and his devotion. For no one less devoted than him would have come out to find you at all, with the trouble you cause.
“That’s so that you remember I still love you, darling.” He says when he releases your mouth.
Upset, confusion, and desire muddle about on your face. He doesn’t study it long, pushing you back until you once again lay on the mattress you were curled up on. He moves inhumanly fast, flipping your body around and holding your hips up so you stay on your knees below him. He cares nothing for his clothes or yours, so he rips them off.
Dragging the length of his already hard cock between your thighs, he teases himself with the pulsing of your heartbeat. It’s so fast your legs are quaking. On a different day he could cum like this, but now he both craves you desperately after your faked death, and needs to punish you for pulling such a terrible trick.
He’ll be ruthless, but it’s because he loves you and you have to know never to do this again. On the other hand, being treated too rough might make you worse. His little pet was a glutton for punishment.
“Masochist.” He sighs under his breath.
You just whine. There is no chance for you to argue, he grasps your hips with a bruising grip and slams himself inside. He just loses himself in the pleasure of being in you, alive and hot, squeezing on him. He’d like it more to be gentle with how deeply he hurt thinking you were dead, but it makes him feel alive when he fucks you like a beast.
You’re pressed down, back arched low as he relentlessly pounds you.
One of his large, elegant hands reaches over, wrapping around your head to blind you. Uselessly, while drooling and dripping, you try to claw at his hand, but he won’t let you go. You like choking too much to put his hand lower, but he knows how vulnerable you feel in the dark and he wants you to suffer, just a bit. Just enough so you feel the pain you’ve put him through.
Eventually he hears it. You cry, bubbling out a low sob that hic-ups in time with his thrusts. You babble praise, how good he feels, how sorry you are, and he believes you. These little stunts of yours are only ever fits of a spoiled toy in need of entertainment.
His hand leaves your eyes, just to pull you up to the height of his chest. He grabs you by the neck, making you choke as he does it. “Look at yourself.” He demands, a hush in your ear.
You obey, sticky eyes peeling open to see what he sees. There’s a dusty old mirror in front of you, a mirror that shows you lifted up by unseen hands, and your needy hole spread for an unseen cock, your entire body utterly wrecked by him. The splotches of bruising are already discoloring your skin.
“You’re lucky I can’t take a bite of that pretty neck.” He purrs into the skin under your ear. “Yet.”
You whine, a pleasured sound. And you’re so tight around him he can’t help but groan. It’s just a few more strokes and then he hears it. That sound you make when you crest over the edge hard and he soon follows after you. His spend is the only part of him that’s visible as he watches you convulse on his cock, both with his own eyes and in the offered reflection.
When your moans turn simply to pants, he lowers the pair of you to the slickened, ruined mat you’d decided to rest on for the night. He need not fear your games anymore. You're weak to pleasure, and so easy now that he’s got you in his hands again. You crawl up his chest to snuggle closer to him, but he’s not quite done with you yet.
“Now, apologize.” He orders. “You know how.”
You pout, but again obey. Only when you’re alone do you get stupid ideas like running off. Maybe he’ll have a collar and a chain made for you, so even when he’s away you’re kept in place by his guiding hands. Yes, that sounds like a fine idea.
You crawl a little higher up, and first place a variety of kisses across his neck and skin. And then you lick him. Pitiful little licks that trail up his neck and then on his cheeks, his mouth. This is your perfect place, serving as his pet.
“That’s right darling, lick my face. Show me how sorry you are.”
He puts his hand lightly on the back of your head, just holding it there as you lap at his cheek. Large, long, hot, wet stripes of your tongue up and down the panes of his face. Across his nose, his forehead. He could feel you shaking silently from the aftershocks of pleasure, and he could feel your remorse. You always get this way after running away.
What were you so desperate for, out there in the world and away from him? Some sense of control over your life? The feeling of pride that came with knowing you could escape him, even if your supposed freedom never lasted long?
He’d probably have to hunt you again, when that stubborn nature of yours shows its head again. But you’ll always end up exactly where you belong—in his arms, just like this. He wraps them around your shoulders now to stop your petulant licks at his mouth to tug you closer to his chest.
You’re so warm, with your fluttering heart that pours forth endless courage in a situation that should have left you in despair. That part of life in you he loved dearly, dearly enough to keep it held precious until the perfect moment. At the very height of your beauty, both inner and outer, he’d bite you. But turning you into one of his kind would change you, and he wanted to remember you like this (the you before you became even more perfect, and even more his) even in a millennium from now.
But one day, the threat would become real. He just had to be a little more patient.
While I was writing this, I couldn’t remember how to spell tear, because I read it like tear drop instead of like tearing. Then I thought it was tare, like taring a scale, but that looked wrong, so I just deleted the sentence and went with rips lol. That’s my scary story, Happy Halloween.
But also!! Happy Halloween!!! We did it, all the prompts throughout the month. Thank you for coming with me on a spooky sexy Halloween journey. (Honestly, most of this stuff isn’t too different from what I usually write so if you like this and you want more, stick around to get a few part 2’s to some of the stories featured this month, along with more new fandom and original content!)
Anyway, have a great day my self indulgent little toads, be safe out there~
With Love, Bede
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Seven chapters leading up to Christmas, and a gift for the Gwuncan community ⍋⋆*❅｡ ݁☃︎˖°
Tags: Mutual Pining, Feelings Realization, Flirting, Hands holding, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing, Romantic Fluff
Day 7 - Wedding
“So, let’s give the boyfriend stealer a chance to snatch another one!” Chris threw his hands up dramatically, gesturing for Gwen to be the first to pull the challenge lever.
As the camera panned over her, she let out a slight scoff and walked slowly toward the gigantic slot machine, where every male contestant had been forcefully shoved inside.
The potential partners were Alejandro, Cody, Owen, and Duncan, plus a fully grown bear, courtesy of Chris to make things more ‘interesting’. She desperately hoped the tumbler would land on the one person she could tolerate to stay close to.
This was, after all, a wedding themed challenge, fitting for Niagara Falls. Since Chris’s announcement, Sierra had been practically foaming at the mouth, dying to pull the lever and land the love of her life, Cody.
On the opposite side, Gwen wanted nothing to do with the guy who endlessly tried, and failed, to pursue her. She couldn't imagine dealing with his constant attention while having Sierra breathing down her neck.
Her tactical mind went through the options: If it was Owen, he would be a friendly teammate, but winning the final line wouldn't be his priority. If it was Alejandro, he was nothing but a manipulative partner, he’d likely fake an alliance just to drag her down and make sure she was eliminated. If it was the bear, that would be her twisted karma, but given the alternatives, it might be a welcome choice.
With a groan and a grinding clank, the lever groaned as Gwen pulled it down, setting the gigantic machine into a churning roll.
‘Please, be Duncan.’ She repeated to herself.
The first roll landed on Cody. Then the other two followed along.
“Shit.”
Gwen froze in place knowing very well what's about to happen.
And the groom slid down the machine, and after a minute, Cody's eyes opened wide as his smile grew exponentially bigger than he did when he ate candy.
He let out a hysterical snark, and got up quickly. “Hey, Gwen! I guess we will be togeth—” A shriek loud enough to echo across the theater came from behind them. Everyone covered their ears, snapping their attention toward the source.
Sierra stood there, wearing the most deranged expression Gwen had ever seen. She was hyperventilating, eyes wide open, her entire body tensed like a cat ready to spring.
“That—that couldn't be! That should be me! Not her, me!” Her voice shrieked, rattling off the five stages of grief while refusing to leave the first one. “I demand a reroll!” Sierra sprinted toward the host, grabbing Chris by the shirt collar and yanking him forward to force his acceptance. Everyone in the area froze as she shook him back and forth violently.
“O—okay, okay! Alright!” Chris’s voice trembled with fear. “That’s enough, Sierra. W–we will do a retry!”
“What!?” Cody protested as Sierra bounced and shrieked in celebration. “This is crazy! The slot chose me!”
“Sorry, Cody. But unless you have a death wish for all of us, you better let her roll again,” Chris quickly retorted.
Cody groaned loudly as Chef picked him up and shoved him back into the slot machine.
“Alright,” Chris smoothed out his now wrinkled shirt. “How about we do that again? Go on, Gwen.”
There was nothing Gwen wanted more than to get this over with. She pulled the lever down forcefully, hoping desperately that the earlier result wouldn't repeat.
The machine groaned, rolling and rolling.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
The rolls stopped, and Duncan slid down the slope.
A long, quiet sigh of relief slipped from Gwen's lips as she walked closer to her designated groom. Duncan, still shaking himself off from the fall and letting his eyes adjust to the bright light, looked up at his chosen partner, his grin slowly widening. “Well, what are the chances?”
according to legend, he was once a wealthy fisherman who was one day taken by the sea, and eventually reappeared as something more fish than man, his signature being his large, knobby knees. he now awaits all visitors to lakes and lagoons, appearing to people as a humble fisherman in order to win over their trust and confidence so that he can lure them out to the middle of the lake. once he gets his victims where he wants them, he reveals his true appearance and turns the men into large, colorful fish and transforms the women into sirens of the sea.
I don’t like making sims of myself so I decided to make a vampire based on one of my favorite movies; Beetlejuice!
Bea Geuse is a teen vampire who loves pranks and pops of color. Her unique style has made her popular among her classmates and her pranks have made her legendary.
the group that wins road to max gets a special mnet stage as well as a shot at mnet's road to kcon!!
[id: 3 screenshots. the first is a comment from nine on weverse reading: I really want to go, too I’m so confident that I can do it really well. the second is a tweet from @/onlyoneofbbl of a translated bubble message from mill reading: I’m voting on road to max. the third is a tweet from @/napiereal showing five hearts on fire emojis and a screenshot of the road to max voting page showing a vote casted for onlyoneof /end id]
today (august 2nd pdt, august 3rd kst) is the last day to vote!!
(the link will take you straight to the voting page where you can either log in or sign up, it’s super easy, took me 2 min)
