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hii! i hope you're doing great! can you do one with Angel x Vampire!reader? (pls and thank you)
I absolutely love you for this iloveangelsomuch I was PRAYING to every god in the book someone would req this
Angel x Vampire!Reader
TW: Mentions of blood
Angel’s the most intelligent woman you’ve ever met, only stupid thing she’s thought though was that Ronin would be the last edgy person she’d date.
She teases it, a lot. She makes fun of the whole gothic part of it, the I vant to bite you bleh bleh bleh part of it, she’s making fun of everything.
God knows you’re too adorable to be a threat to her.
But she does admire and love the intensity of it, and your self preservation and endurance.
Even the gothic thing she finds so “chic” as she would put it. You two perfectly mirror each other it’s insane.
Come on, she’s a maneater too. God she loves to see you suck up the blood she ever so thoughtfully stored and got for you in a vial, probably with a little bow tied around it for her beloved. She always delivers it herself unless she’s REALLY busy, in that case she’ll hire those illegal assassin delivery services.
Like ya know the one in overkill.
She’s too sweet to taunt you THAT much, but sometimes if you catch her at the right hour she’ll try tempting you either her blood and her neck.
She knows damn well she’s in control.
And she REALLY enjoys seeing you just let loose. Your unhinged morbidness is enchanting to her.
Sometimes the thought of you sucking her life force out till she doesn’t have a chance to think about what’s wrong and can only worry about you being on her feels to hard not to crave, but she knows not to give in.
She adores your way of being, she thinks it’s divine. So edgy and so beautiful and so dark and fuck you just match her intensity perfectly.
She buys you more vampire coats, pentagrams (if you simply like them or believe in them), gothic accessories, vests, everything you’d like.
She steals the craniums and skulls of the people she most brutally kills and leaves an engravement for you.
If you played Overkill, you’ll know what I mean when I say she’s finally found her niche set of killing. Something crucifix related or vampire marks, though Ronin will accuse you two of stealing his style.
She already has one edgy person close to her heart she’s too fed up for another one.
Of you’re being TOO edgy she’ll scold you using Ronin’s name as a slur.
Ronin knows somehow and is humored.
You know those morticia Gomez-esque pop culture vampiric pet names? She FOLDS when you call her them.
Ugh she eats up (literally) all the fancy notes you write her. She reciprocates the same energy with the occasional “whatever you say edgelord” or “in your dreams count Drac”.
Cemetery dates with her are always romantic and make you two feel like the only ones in the world.
visiting strangers
Vampire!gn!Reader x sub!Eddie Munson (NSFW)
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Synopsis: Strangers pass through all the time. They fall so easily for just a little bit of attention from you. But this one...he really seems to enjoy every ounce you give him.
Warnings: explicit nsfw content; dom!reader, blood mentioned, the reader has an allure that makes ppl more susceptible (but all is consensual), vampire bites/biting, implied aphrodisiac bite, sub!eddie, sub!fem!unnamed character mentioned* (not paired with Eddie), edging (and counting the edges), overstimulation, handjobs, fingering (anal), multiple orgasms, eddie's a kinky vampire lover, *unnamed oc mentioned in bondage + tied up with a wand over her w/some choking. (tldr: when visitors come to their home, the reader feeds and plays with her eager toys food.)
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: Wrote this on a whim. My kinktober is lacking in gn!readers & dom!readers. If we like this version of Eddie, just wait for what I have in store for Halloween day. Happy Kinktober :)
There was always someone that took the wrong road, that popped a tire on a dropped nail, that ran out of gas in your small town. Always someone who had to spend the night in the inn that rarely ever had guests. Always someone who got enamored with the mansion at the top of the hill, isolated from the rest of the town, curious about the mysteries put into their head by the town residents.
You don’t want to go up there.
They’re reclusive. Trust us, buddy, it’s safer down here.
Then, one look when they inevitably come through the front door, one smile as you greeted the surprised visitor, and they fell hook, line, and sinker. The one night they needed to stay became two when you offered them one of your many guest bedrooms. Dinner was a fanciful feast that you couldn't touch, but they were so enthralled with just your smile and attention that they hadn't noticed you didn't touch the food on your plate.
Humans…. You sighed as you peered into the open bathroom door as he showered, his long hair losing its curls beneath the steaming water. The glass fogged up on the door, but if he turned around, he'd see you bringing him the extra blanket he'd need on the cold winter night. He'd notice you just as he'd want you to notice him. The door wide open even after you'd told him you'd be right back.
What a courtesy. What a show.
You’d maybe find some kindness in your heart that evening to avoid punching his skin where his tattoos were. Especially since….
Oh. He stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his lower half, the rest of him dripping. Deep brown eyes found you with a blush on those pale cheeks. From the heat of the shower? Or was it the thin material you wore as pajamas?
An obvious tent formed in the fluffy material of the towel, and you let your gaze linger. A dance he thought he led. They always thought they did.
You gave him a sheepish smile, biting your bottom lip in the process, and patted the blanket.
“I’ll come by later to make sure you’re warm and taken care of,” you mused. “Goodnight, stranger.”
You knew his name, but there was always some extra spark in their eyes at the anonymity. Made it…more dangerous. More fun. More daring.
He was exactly as you’d expect when you came back a few hours later. Dead of night, slipping into his bedroom. He was sprawled beneath the blankets in nothing but his boxers. Some old dingey things of red and black plaid. His jewelry—thankfully—was nothing harmful as you pulled the blankets back and smiled at how he was still erect. Had he been the whole time? Poor mortal.
You stripped down to nothing and crawled up beside him. Pulling on your best innocent expression, you battled your lashes and woke him. One hand slid down over his chest and stomach, brushing the top of his boxers before going right back up to the plastic guitar pick on his necklace. You turned it in your hand and tugged on it needily.
“I just couldn’t stop thinking about you all alone in here,” you whispered as his eyes fluttered open. “Did you need some company?”
It always worked. A little nudge of allure and they were yours. Some needed more convincing than others, but him? He saw your fangs when you smiled—you knew he had—and he saw them again then. And he was reaching up to bring your mouth to his before you even finished your question. He knew. He was interested. Now that was new.
It was always a fairly even trade, you’d say. You fed. They bled. They came. They got free meals and a bed to sleep in until they left. It was even enough. Except with him, he was so eager that you couldn’t help yourself. Sure, you toyed with all of your food. They were quite literally left in the palm of your hand to do what you wanted, so why wouldn’t you have fun? But this one….
He moaned when you bit him. They typically made some sort of reactionary sound, but this was a guttural, stomach-clenching moan. Kinky. You put more pressure into the bite and pulled back to watch his hips rut up. Sweet, adorable mortal. You drank slowly as you shoved his boxers down.
This would be so much fun.
You swatted his hands away as he went to touch you. Not yet. You’d ruin him first. You closed your hand around his cock as you drank. His blood wasn’t the purest, but the trade-off was worth it. He rutted into your fist in an instant, completely and utterly unphased by what was happening. What was truly happening.
"Stay still, or I'll stop," you breathed against him.
He stilled.
You grinned.
You pumped his cock and felt his head push back hard. Felt how his heart thundered, and his blood rushed. His muscles tensed, and cock throbbed. How eagerly he wanted to let go. How eagerly he wanted to cum. You didn't let him.
Not yet.
You drew one blood-covered finger over his chest, marking a tally. Your hand stilled on his cock as he so openly trembled. As he clawed at the sheets and groaned into the air. You laughed and licked from the base of his neck up to the puncture wounds. Slowly, you started moving your hand again.
He cursed when you stopped and drew another tally.
“Ten,” you muttered. Mused. Sang. “When that gets to ten, I’ll take you for all you’re worth. I haven’t had someone so eager before. I want to play with that.”
Oh, how he whined. Never had you heard such an eagerly anguished sound. Those big brown eyes of him gave him away for the agony he so wonderfully desired. You’d walked the earth for decades upon decades upon decades. And he was the first who fucking craved the torment of pleasure.
You added another tally.
You had no empathy. Not like when you were so mortal. Sympathy could be found, but how quickly it vanished when he became a trembling, sputtering, begging mess. Five marks graced his chest. You’d bitten him again just above them as you pressed your thumb over his slit. It only took a few pumps before you had to stop, and he’d sufficiently wrinkled your sheets beneath his fists.
He wasn’t just barely holding on. He wasn't spilling over your fist solely because your thumb was a cork holding it down. One little pump, and he'd lose your game.
“Don’t,” you mused as you moved your hand down to the base of his aching, swollen cock. It pleaded with you to give more contact. To let the game go. He didn’t say a damn word. Not a coherent one, at least. He cursed and writhed and became an ultimate eager mess beneath you. But he stayed silent. “Don’t do it.” You pumped his cock slowly. Slow enough that it ought to hurt more than feel good. “Hold it for me. Keep holding it. Yeah, don’t cum. Not yet.”
He shivered. His head went back, and his eyes clamped shut. His hips rutted up as he cursed loud and curt. His feet pressed into the mattress. He was so desperate.
“Fuck, please. I can’t. Fuck. I can’t.”
Those brown eyes were pleading as they found you. He winced as your hand stilled, and you just nodded.
“Okay, poor thing. We’ll make those tallies up a different way, won’t we?”
He nodded. He nodded frantically and gazed with pure blinded desire down at where your hand wrapped around him. Three pumps. You licked along his neck, tasting him again, as you pumped his cock. It took three before his back arched and his hips involuntarily jerked upwards. He cursed under his breath and came over your fist in a mess of moans and pants.
You didn’t stop.
He shuddered as he watched you continue, your own gaze following his down as you sank your teeth back into him, feeling his whole body tense. He clawed once more at the blankets as you brought him right there—right back to the edge. He kicked one foot as he seemed to involuntarily rut into your fist. You'd done nothing but bite him and continue to pump his cock, and yet? It was like you'd snapped something inside of him. He was chasing that pleasure like he hadn't just spilled over your fist.
“What?” You laughed as he panted, his hair a mess as he squirmed and chased that pleasure. “I thought you just wanted to cum once.” You jerked your hand away and rolled back. “I thought one was enough for you mortals.”
Oh, the guttural sound he made. It was humiliating. For him. You beamed as he whined in such open, agonizing displeasure. His cock still hard. His stomach a mess from his orgasm. His second waiting to spill, but it never would. Not yet.
“Is it not?” you asked innocently. How mocking your tone was. You laughed as he looked caught somewhere between begging you to touch him and attempting to reach down and take care of it himself. “I thought you humans got too sensitive after just one to keep going. Here. Here. We’ll leave it alone, but I’ll still take care of you.”
He rolled when you moved him. He stared down at where you hoisted his hips up. He watched his cock leak as a little bit of his own release was just enough to slip two fingers into him. Oh, how wonderfully he pushed back onto them, too.
Four times.
You grinned as you drew four bloody tallies onto his lower back. Your fingers had started as two but worked their way up to three. One came after just searching for his sweet spot, and he moaned into the pillow, ruining your sheets beneath him. Two came from when you found it and teased that sweet, sensitive spot so, so soft and slowly. Three came from harder thrusts while he shed tears, your hand finding his hair to keep him angled down to watch him cum. The fourth came when you pressed your hips against your hand, held his wrists behind his back to give him help against the urge to touch himself, and laughed as he sobbed while climaxing. Again.
He’d made a hell of a mess beneath him, and you laughed as you still pumped your fingers into him. His cock was still hard. His blood still flowed with desperation. He drooled onto the pillow and whined out a plea. A smile brought up the corners of his mouth. What a true little freak this mortal was.
You tied his hands around his back and pushed him onto his side, rising from the bed and staring down at the mess beside him. At the mess he’d become.
“No touching,” you mused while dragging a single finger from the base of his cock all the way to the oversensitive tip. He jolted.
“Are you going to leave me like this?” he asked with a crooked smile. He squirmed just a little. You watched his cock with open mockery as he did so.
“If you’re still hard in the morning, maybe I’ll let you fuck me.” You pulled the rest of his blankets off his bed as you strolled past. His bedroom door stayed open as you strutted out, licking the taste of him from your lips. “Or maybe I’ll keep milking you until you can’t cum anymore. We’ll see. Sleep tight, mortal.”
His laugh was dry and hungry as you vanished into the next room. You had another guest waiting patiently for you. She’d come to visit two nights ago, and food was so scarce, you’d convinced her to stay just in case. You eyed the wand you’d left her with when your new arrival had gotten there that afternoon. Woken early and traversed behind curtains and blinds shut tight. It sat with just the bare edge against her cunt. Ropes dug into her as she sobbed, straining against them to reach the toy that was barely touching her. The ropes went all the way up to her throat, cutting off oxygen if she stayed like that too long.
You had staff to make sure your sweet toy didn’t harm herself in your absence, and look at what a good job they did. Still alive. Still sobbing. Her clit swollen and aching for more than what you were giving her.
You brushed the hair out of her face and smiled at her desperate look.
“Leave her for two more hours, then she can leave.” You tapped beneath her chin. A thick gag stayed in her mouth as she whined behind it. You reached down and parted her folds, making sure to let your finger hit the wand as it grazed her clit. Only once. Only for a second.
She screamed. You smiled.
You pulled your hand back.
“She either cums like that or not at all. So good having you visit, stranger.” You gave her cheek a little pat and brought a fallen tear to your mouth. “I have a new toy to play with. Let’s see if he’ll want to stay even longer than you, hm?”
You heard the ropes pull taut and a guttural moan of pure frustration pull from her as you left. It only lasted a few seconds before she whined in defeat.
You told those watching her to only untie her after four hours had passed. And when untying her? They had to make sure they accidentally pressed the wand against her cunt for just a few seconds. If she came in those few seconds, they were to keep the wand accidentally stuck there until they could free all of the ropes from her. If she didn’t cum, well….
You shrugged.
You left.
You had a game to play with yourself until your new toy was ready to be played with.
my bat
( Wednesday Addams )
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖶𝖾𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖠𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗌.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝖣𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝖽𝗄, 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝗐𝖾𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗑 vampire!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
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three short, quiet knocks signaled y/n's entrance into the half greyscale dorm room. not waiting for an answer that wouldn't come, the century old being gracefully entered the room. her quiet emotion could be heard by Wednesday as y/n stiffly sat on Wednesday's bed.
"what has cause this unwanted onslaught of emotions, my bat?" Wednesday asked while watching Thing leap off her desk and head towards y/n.
a bitter, reserved sigh left the vampire. "simply parental issues, mi amour, nothing else. how goes the torturous process of slowly weaving your life into the pages of a 'fictional' scenario?"
Day almost smirked. "dreadful."
y/n greeted Thing with a fond smile. happy to be around less... plagued... company, thing excitedly communicated about the gossip around school- as if y/n hadn't heard.
"It's almost midnight. Shall we sneak out?"
y/n looked up, somewhat surprised at her girlfriend's proposal. "Of course."
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"I request that you explain to me what has made you less... expressive," Wednesday murmured, small body pressed embarrassingly close to the looming figure of her hot vampire girlfriend.
withholding a sneer, y/n ran her tongue over her fangs. "I don't want to overshare. I know how you feel about... talking."
Wednesday scoffed. "I think if I've held your hand on three occasions and 'cuddled' with you once you should be able to talk to me about what makes you mad. I may be detached but I am not inhuman. Well, neither are you, but here we are."
y/n chuckled lowly. "mother desires my return this year at the castle. she has explained that i am to return home in the near future to inherit our castle so mother and father may go spend their trillions of dollars elsewhere." with a sigh, y/n sunk her teeth into her lip. after the bitter crimson liquid coated her tongue, y/n sighed once more. "i have been 'escaping my duties as a wealthy immortal daughter', or so mother says."
Wednesday looked up. y/n's face was illuminated by the pale moonlight, features sharper but somehow blurred due to the shadows. her teeth gnawed furiously as her lip and Wednesday paused. "refrain from making yourself bleed," she commanded lightly, with a barely audible "please" to follow. "do what you think is right, not what she wants, my bat. she is immortal, she cannot hold a grudge against you for eternity."
"of course. thank you, 'Day."
with a careful expression, Wednesday lightly held her palm to y/n's hand, symbolizing to y/n to make the move to hold her hand. the vampire laced fingers with Wednesday, and smiled when the smaller body huddled closer to y/n on the small blanket lain out on the grass.
"always and forever, my bat."
Imagine Jasper sparing your life during the Vampire Wars
You didn’t ask to be turned and then immediately be put to death. You were the last newborn to awake in the batch that Maria asked Jasper to be turned, and you were deemed a leftover.
Maria asked Jasper to take you out to be disposed of.
The blond man took you out to the edge of the farm property where the cover of the night and stars would conceal your murder.
“Stop here” the man said and you sniveled without being able to produce tears. You turned to your executioner and said a silent prayer in your head. In your eyes he saw the pain that had been thrust upon you. You didn’t want this life, you were supposed to live a long life, and you didn’t need to die again, not for a very long time at least.
In that moment he knew what he needed to do.
“Run”
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(Should I make this into a oneshot?)
strong willed, malevolent (1/2) eddie brock/venom x vampire!reader
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Happy New year pals!
Vampire reader
Kind of hard to explain but enjoy. Might make a part two
Song: bigmouth strikes again by the smiths
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I crossed my legs under the table and laughed at Eddie.
"No I'm serious y/n, these kinds of restaurants always make me uneasy. I get that classy is nice and all but it's like you shift wrong and boom your bill is a thousand dollars."
Liar, we don't come to places like this because your worried we'll embarrass our selves.
I shook my head and sipped my wine.
"You are something else Mr Brock."
He laughed and took a drink too. He looked at me and smiled.
"Am I wrong to ask you if you'd like to come back to my place for coffee?"
Coffee?
I raised a brow and smirked at him.
"Only if you will be so kind as to invite me in."
I winked at him and took another sip.
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We walked up the stairs to his apartment and stopped just in front of his door.
Ask her Eddie
He sent me an odd look as he unlocked his door
"Where you serious about me inviting you in?"
I laughed.
"If you'd be so kind."
He nodded once
"Y/n, please, come into my home."
He pushed the door open and backed up for me to step through.
"Thank you very much Eddie."
I looked around at the door frame and stepped through it relieved. Eddie walked in behind me and removed both of our jackets.
"Thank you."
"Would you like to sit? I can start the coffee if you'd like."
I walked to the couch, still observing his apartment.
"I think we both know you didn't invite me here for coffee Eddie."
I turned and looked at him, he had a knowing look on his face.
"I suppose not."
He rubbed his hands together nervously. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs.
"Then would you like to tell me what you really want?"
Eddie, does she want us for that thing you should me on the corn website?
"Shh."
I raised a brow at Eddie.
"Sorry, I just uh, well, what would you like.... to do?"
He walked around the couch and sat next to me.
"Well for starters I'd like to share a little secret with you."
He cleared his throat.
"A little secret?"
I smiled nervously and nodded, biting my lip. I shifted closer to him so our legs were touching. I leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear like someone else would hear me.
"I've never been intimate with anyone before."
I pulled away and sat back a little bit, looking into his eyes. He swallowed hard.
"Real, uh, really?"
I placed both my hands behind me and leaned back on them, lightly pushing my chest forward, and nodded. I watched him examine my body and rub his jaw. He quickly look away to the floor, turning his whole body away from me. I drew my eyebrows together and sat up. I placed a hand on his shoulder and moved to be right next to him. I squeezed his shoulder lightly.
"What's wrong Eddie, am I not enough?"
I kissed his shoulder lightly. He looked at me.
"No, you definitely are enough. God you are so enough, it's just that, something happened to me recently. And ya see I just, I haven't been with anyone since said thing happened."
He looked back to his lap and intertwined his fingers. I placed my other hand on his knee.
"We could start slow, maybe a kiss?"
Eddie your heart beat is rising.
He looked me in the eyes, a lustful glaze over his own as I looked back at him. He leaned forward and kissed me gently. He pulled back and looked to my face for something.
"Kiss me again?"
He shifted to sit at a better angle and kissed me again. He kissed me deeply and moaned lightly. As our lips left each other I moved to kiss along his jawline. His fingers trailed lightly up my arm as I moved further down to his neck.
Eddie, she is close to vital veins.
He moved his head back and moaned a little deeper this time. I smiled as I kissed his neck again. I pulled away slowly and sat back. He looked at me again and moved to kissed me but I moved away.
"What's wrong?"
I shook my head.
"I'm sorry Eddie, I shouldn't have liked to you. I have been intimate before, I do have a real secret though."
He drew his brows and sent me an odd look.
"Do I get to know your real secret?"
"I'm a vampire."
He laughed.
"Funny."
"No really."
"Look, y/n, if you didn't actually want to stay, hell maybe even sleep with me you could have just said so. You don't have to lie to me."
He stood abruptly, mildly irritated. I stood and followed him to the other a
Side of the coffee table.
"Eddie I'm not lying to you, and I'd love to sleep with you. But I need to feed first."
He turned to look at me.
Don't do it Eddie.
"How can I really know you're serious? You could stand in front of a mirror or something, maybe show me your fangs?"
I rolled my eyes.
"That mirror thing doesn't work anymore Eddie. Mirrors aren't plated with real silver anymore so any actual vampire can stand and stare at themselves all day every day if they'd like."
He looked slightly amazed.
"Then what about the fang thing?"
I shrugged and opened my mouth, showing the growth of my sharp canines. He breathed heavily and laughed, slightly nervous. He stepped away from me, his back turned, a d rubbed the back of his neck.
"Right, so my date is a vampire."
Eddie, do not let her eat us, we are the ones who do the eating.
"Will you just shush."
"I didn't say anything."
He turned.
"Not you, sorry. I just, will it hurt?"
"I'm not gonna lie, The initial bite will."
He nodded and sat back on the couch, completely, his back flush with the back of the couch.
"I honestly can't think of any reason not to do this other than possibly death. I mean how many people can say they know and have been snacked on by a vampire."
I laughed.
"I promise I won't kill you Eddie, all I want is a taste."
I stepped forward and straddled him on the couch, pushing my dress a little ways up my thighs to be out of the way. His hands rested on my waist. I leaned forward to and kissed him. I kissed him again and again, slightly making out with him. When I earned a moan out of him I moved back down to his neck. I kissed and sucked and nibbled lightly to tease him.
"You ready?"
This is a bad idea Eddie.
He nodded. I kissed the base of his neck lightly before sinking my teeth into him. He screamed through gritted teeth, his grip on my waist getting tighter.
"Damn you were right about that."
I sucked hard, earning blood from his warm body. It tasted different than what I was used to. I detached my teeth from his neck and licked the blood on my lips as I sat back up. I could feel some remaining blood around my mouth start to dry as I looked Eddie in the eyes.
"Your blood...."
"Good?"
I ran my finger over the open wound on his neck and licked it.
"It's different."
He looked at me funny.
"It's like regular human blood with a dash of something else. Not necessarily of this world though, but not close enough to the 'alien' blood I've tried before."
I made the quotation marks with my fingers.
I told you this was a bad idea Eddie.
"You've had alien blood before?"
I shrugged.
"A couple of times."
I stood up and offered him my hand.
"Let's get that cleaned and bound, I'd say I'm refreshed enough now to ride you into the sunset Mr Brock."
I winked at him before he took my hand and followed me into the bathroom.
"While that's happening can I get you to answer a few questions?"
I laughed.
"I suppose I should have expected that from a reporter."
He side nodded.
"Can't help it I guess."
I sat him down on the toilet seat.
"What would you like to know Eddie?"
I’m a Monster Pt 2 (Loki X Vampire!Reader)
Characters: Loki X Vampire!Reader
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
Warnings: Mention of death, violence and mild swearing
Request: I’m A Monster Pt 2
Since your little accident, you weren’t allowed on another mission till you got better control over your cravings and anger.
Loki didn’t like it at all. He didn’t like the idea of people on purpose trying to piss you off just for you to try to contain yourself. He didn’t see the point and when he saw one of the Avengers try it, he’d take you away, calm you down and glare at the others.
It took a while, but the Avengers eventually realised that they had misread your behaviour. You hadn’t gotten mad, you had gotten protective over the demigod who you had grown attached to. However they had still not found out that since the incident, you and Loki had gotten into a relationship.
Neither of you wanted them to find out. If they found out, you worried they’d be angry at you, and Loki didn’t want them to know, knowing Thor would tease him and might go and tell Odin about it, which could land him in more trouble for loving a mortal. But honestly neither of you cared for what they would think. However, the avengers now knew your weaknesses, and determined to get you back in action, they decided to test you again.
Loki had been dragged away by Thor for something or other, leaving you in the main room. Having you alone was part of the plan.
Honestly, Natasha, Steve and Bruce didn’t want to make you angry. Nat was a close friend, Bruce knew that you could lash out like him and lose control, and Steve… Steve just doesn’t want to. However they knew if you didn’t gain better control over your vampire instincts soon, you could have another accident and they had no proper way to bring you out of that state yet. So they set the one person to the challenge who they knew could do it…
Tony.
“Hey Y/N.” Tony greeted you, coming and sitting opposite you. Steve and Natasha stood nearby just in case, pretending to be minding their own business. Bruce just didn’t want to be there and Clint was in training.
“Hey Tony.” You responded simply, keeping your eyes on the book that Loki had recommended to you.
“Has… Loki told you?” Tony asked you quietly. You looked up at him confused, and honestly worried.
“Told me what?” You asked him. Steve and Nat both had a bad feeling that he was going to do something really drastic. A threat would be good enough, but they have a feeling he was taking it to a new level.
“Odin wants him back on Asguard.” Tony told you. You stared at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell you he was joking, but he only sipped his coffee.
“Tony tell me you’re joking.” You begged. Tony shook his head and you couldn’t stop yourself from standing up and started to pace. “How long for?” You asked him.
“Permanently. I don’t want him in my tower.” Tony told you. You turned him, your fists clenched.
“This is your idea?” You asked him, anger quickly rising in your voice. Tony nodded smugly. “What-why- what did he do!?” You asked him. Tony shrugged.
“I don’t like that he’s getting close to you. He’s gonna use you.” Tony told you. Not a second later, everyone heard Tony getting thrown through the a wall, you being the source with your eyes empty of humanity.
“HE ISN’T USING ME! HOW DARE YOU JUDGE HIM BUT GIVE ME EVERY SECOND CHANCE NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE I HURT OR KILL ON ACCIDENT!?” You yelled at him.
“Y/N, calm down!” Natasha ordered while Steve moved to restrain you, but your strength was greater than his as you threw him off you. By now, everyone had ran into the room, including Loki.
“Loki, little help please!” Tony begged.
“Oh now you want his help!?” You yelled at him, approaching Tony again. Loki, however, had other plans.
He teleported behind you, grabbing you and turning you to him before kissing you. You were tense, but when your senses came back to reality, you relaxed, and Loki ended the kiss, and just held you closed. “It’s alright, I’m here.” He told you.
It was like the anger just melted away at it touch and you went from a threat to an upset mess in Loki’s arms.
“Wait, are you dating?” Bruce asked quietly from the back at the scene. Both of you didn’t answer, which gave them their answer, and Thor bellowed in laughter.
“That’s adorable!” He commented, but got a glare from Loki.
“I’d threaten you about if you hurt her… but I have a feeling that won’t be needed, and I don’t feel like getting thrown through a wall.” Natasha commented, giving a glance at Tony who was only just starting to get off the floor.
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Friends
Summary: The Cullen’s took you in after your old coven was murdered but you’re not sure if going into another family is the right decision for you.
Warnings: angst, grief, fluff
Reader: Gender Neutral Reader
Pairings: Platonic Edward Cullen x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 596
A/n: @redheadjustin: Edward with a platonic male reader child vampire who Edward takes in after his coven was murder... So, it ended up being a gender neutral reader, hope you enjoy it!
Masterlist
You were avoiding the Cullens. You weren’t trying to be mean or rude, but you couldn’t handle the domesticity anymore. It felt wrong being in a happy family’s home. You felt as if you didn’t belong. This wasn’t your family; you had no right being cheery with them.
No, your family was in whatever afterlife awaits the immortally damned. You involuntarily flinch as unwanted memories force their way to the front of your mind. Their deaths had come from a rivaling coven. Your family was no match for theirs. Had it not been for you camouflage ability you would have been slaughtered with the rest of them.
You sighed as the guilt began to eat at you once again. You hated the fact that you had hidden like a coward. Hidden and watched your family die. Everything happened so quick. One second everything was perfect and the next your creator was telling you to hide.
You were on your own for weeks before the Cullen’s found you. Specifically, Edward Cullen. It had taken him all of thirty seconds to see the kind of person you are and what you had been through. He had found you during one of the most difficult times in your life. He had taken the time to gain your trust before bringing you into the family.
You were grateful for the Cullen’s taking you in. They were a kind coven. The type that looked after each other and was compassionate for those outside of their family. It was the kind of family someone like you, someone who had lost everything more than once, was lucky to be adopted into.
Before you knew it the sun was setting, and the forest came to life under the night sky. The mated pair that lead your previous coven were a couple of astronomers. They were ancient vampires coming from a time when the stars held much more meaning than they normally do in today’s day.
When you looked into the night sky you felt some comfort. You thought back on the lessons they had taught you and it helped ease the sadness.
“You know, you don’t have to spend every night out here,” Edward said, coming up beside you. You didn’t bother looking at him. You knew he could read your thoughts therefore he knew you found comfort out here.
“I don’t think I’m ready for a new family yet,” you told him quietly. He hums quietly but doesn’t answer verbally. “I miss them so much,” Edward bumps his shoulder against yours comfortingly.
“If you want, you don’t have to think of us as your family... Not yet at least,” Edward mutters. You glance at him. “Just think of us as your friends,” He meets your gaze. “All you’re doing is crashing at you friend’s house for the time being... Until you can get back up on your feet,”
“Friends...” You whisper, turning your gaze up into the sky. Friends was an easier pill to swallow. “What if I decide to leave?” You ask him.
“There’s plenty of nomads. It’s not a rare concept in our world. You’re just used to covens,” He explains. “Almost all of us have been nomads at one point,” he tells you. “No matter what you decide we will be here for you... For whatever you need. As family or friend,” You give him a small smile.
“I’d be lost without you Cullens,” you tell him. “I can’t express how grateful I am for you taking me in,” Edward smirks and winks at you.
“It’s kind of our thing,”
Your Forever
Summary: It's you're seven hundred and twentyish birthday and you spend it with Thomas Shelby, a human, who makes promises to be with you forever
Warnings: angst! Fluff! Smut! Dark moments, possessive moments, bloodyish sex, light gruesome death details, character death
Reader: Male Vampire Reader
Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Male Reader
Word Count: 7,624
A/n: Requested by @charliedakotariley ... First off I'm so sorry it took forever to get this out! Secondly I'm sorry it's so long! I got carried away! I hope it's good! I've been working on it forever! So I'm sorry if towards the end it gets stupid, I'm tired. lol... I really want to post it so I'm going to and then reread it tomorrow to fix mistakes and if you don't like it I can fix whatever you don't like. I hope you enjoy it! I hope this is kind of what you were thinking!
Masterlist
As the last light from the sun disappears below the horizon your eyes open. The room is pitch black but you never needed light to see. Your tired eyes adjust the longer you're awake.
You shift onto your back and release a low sigh. It had been a long week and knew that the days to come would be just as tiresome. Needless to say it took you longer than usual to leave the comfort of your bed.
Normally by the time you're walking downstairs you're dressed and ready for the night but you couldn't find it in you to look put together. So, you ignore your freshly pressed pants and ironed button up in favor for your thick robe.
You leave your room in your comfortable sleeping pants hanging low on your hips accompanied with severe bedhead. Your bare feet scrape across the hardwood floors as you make your way toward the kitchen.
When you enter the maids all pause. They had never seen you like this before. As stated earlier you usually looked put together whenever you're around others.
Why was today different? Why didn't you have the energy to compose yourself? The simple answer is because it's your birthday.
Birthday's are all fine and dandy when you have a limited amount of them. However, this one is roughly your seven hundred twenty-ish birthday. Somewhere around there.
One thing you have going for you is your young body and handsome face. You were a peasant when you were human and didn't really care about your looks. Your mind was far too focused on surviving to the next day.
As the centuries passed you went through phases with your appearance. Some years you enjoyed how you looked while others you hated looking at any reflective surface. In the earlier years it was easier to avoid your reflection since almost all mirrors were backed with silver thus rendering you reflectionless.
Depending on your mood you did different things for your birthday. Some years you threw the grandest parties the world has ever seen. The parties ranged from royal and sophisticated gatherings to so scandalous that the devil himself would be hesitant to attend.
Then there were years where you'd spend the day isolated and moping. Living several hundred years had plenty of downsides and your birthday only served as a reminder that you would have to keep... living.
"Ladies," You greet, politely. The younger ones continue to stare until your head maid claps her hands and shoos them out of the room while quietly scolding them.
"Good evening, Mr. Y/l/n," She greets, standing by the entrance with her fingers intertwined in front of her.
"Good evening, Ms. Carlson," You return the greeting as you take a seat at the near by table. She goes toward the fridge and pulls out a red bag.
"Would you like for me to warm it up?" She questions.
"Please do," You mutter grabbing the newspaper.
On this day many years ago you fell sick with a disease that was destroying your village. You don't remember how it happened exactly but you turned into what was then called a 'demon in the night'. Today they like to call your kind vampires.
Being a creature that can't step foot in the sunlight can be tricky but you've gotten the hang of it by now. You have a very large fortune that pays for your home and the staff that takes care of it.
The more seasoned staff members know your secret and are compensated for their silence on the matter. The newer staff have their theories but don't truly know anything.
Ms. Carlson has been your maid for the last few hundred years. She's a dear friend and you knew you wouldn't have made it this long without her. Every so often you assure her that she doesn't need to serve you but every time you do she reminds you of how useless you are without her. A very true statement.
"Mr. Shelby rang not too long ago," Ms. Carlson says, bringing you a warm cup of blood. You visibly perk which brings a soft smile to her face. "He's stopping by in a few hours," She tells you.
"Good," You say, relaxing in your seat again. "Good," You mutter, bringing the cup to your lips.
Thomas Shelby. You've known a lot of people throughout your years. Over the last century or so you have come to the belief that there is no longer a person in the world that could surprise you. Of course once you get this in your head you meet Thomas Shelby.
You met him during the war. He had caught you feeding on one of the corpses during a battle. He had been horrified and even shot you in the chest. You found the entire situation amusing.
You had originally planned on killing the soldier but decided against it. Despite all the mud, sweat, and dried blood covering the man you could see how handsome he is. His striking blue eyes never failed to captivate you.
In fact you specifically remember thinking 'such beautiful eyes shouldn't close prematurely'. For those who don't have a poets mind you were thinking that such a beautiful man shouldn't be killed before his time or something like that.
You never thought that you would see him again. The war was spread throughout the world and you were constantly moving around. You weren't with a specific unit. You just enjoyed the killing and the daily feast.
Then the battle of Somme came. When you saw him huddled in the ground with a handful of his men you knew he was something special. He had a fire in his eyes and you knew that he wasn't done with the world yet.
When you got him and his men out of there alive he wouldn't let you leave without talking to you. He had asked what you were and why you had saved him. Thinking you would never see him again you didn't see the harm in telling him.
You had told multiple humans the truth of your existence over the years. It was more of a way to find entertainment than to expose your species.
The humans you told usually lost their minds. They would try to spread hysteria. They would try to get others to know the truth but nobody ever believed them. Maybe you were a little sadistic. You liked watching them fall to insanity and fear. Hey, you've been alive for this long you need someone to give you a laugh.
Only Thomas didn't lose his mind. He didn't give into fear or hysteria. He believed you when you told him what you were, how old you were, and what you were doing in the war (mainly feeding but also helping Britain win battles here and there).
You found yourself seeking Thomas out. You enjoyed his company and the way his mind worked. He took things in the way were no matter how insane they seemed and used everything to his advantage.
When the war ended you bought a home near Birmingham to stay close to Tommy. He knew that you couldn't step into the sun but also knew most of the work happened at night. He offered you a position with the Peaky Blinders and you took it.
You didn't always do what he told you to do but your ability to say no to him was nearly nonexistant. Plus you enjoyed the jobs he gave you. It ranged from hunting men down to hypnotizing one of his friends in an attempt to help settle his damaged mind. Anything he wanted you gave to him.
You hadn't even realized how close the two of you were getting until recently.
***
- Two Months Ago -
The rain was pelting down all around you. You had been soaked within a minute of stepping outside of your home. The jacket you were wearing was supposed to be water resistant but the rain had long since seeped through the material.
While you couldn't get sick you could still feel the coldness that accompanied the rain fall. Despite the rain and the wind and the dreadful cold you continued on your path. You were supposed to meet Thomas Shelby at the Garrison. You had never been late to a meeting before and you weren't going to let a little rain stop you.
When you arrived the Garrison was nearly empty. Thomas was seated at the bar while Harry was pulling on his coat. You bade Harry a good night and held the door open for him. You promised to leave the pub the way you found it before locking the door behind him.
You shed your jacket and hat off before approaching Thomas. In hind sight you would have realized how weird it was that he had yet to greet you. He wasn't even facing you but you thought nothing of it at the time.
"Quiet night?" You asks, walking around the bar to fix yourself a drink. It was a Friday night. Usually the Garrison was packed on Friday nights. Although, you assumed the heavy rain had kept some people away but usually the drunks made the trek no matter what.
"I sent everyone home," Tommy says, his voice deep and slightly scratchy. You hummed quietly keeping your focus on your drink. When it was finished you put the bottles back and then looked up at him.
You may have been cold before but the sight in front of you made you sent ice through your veins. You could feel your eyes darkening and your fangs trying to extend in response to the sudden anger.
There was a large bruise covering half of Thomas's face. His lip is split and eye is nearly swollen shut. Now that you listen you notice a slight wheeze in his breaths.
"Give me a name," You said, your voice calm in contrast with your surrounding aurora.
To a normal person you would look as calm as you sounded but Tommy knew you better. He knew the rage you were feeling by not only the darkness in your eyes but through the edge in your voice. He knew what you were capable of and a shiver raced down his spine when you spoke to him.
"Quinton Terek and his brothers on the west side," Thomas said. Those boys had been giving the Blinders trouble as of late. There weren't many of them but they were sneaky, highly trained, and had a thrill for causing trouble.
You first instinct was to leave and hunt down the men that had harmed him. You were already planning what you would do to them. They would beg for death before the first hour is spent.
Only a different instinct over took your initial one.
You walked to the sink and grabbed a clean rag. You drenched it with cold water before putting some ice in a bucket. You walked around the bar and took a seat beside him. Tommy didn't stop you from turning his chair towards you.
With a tenderness you didn't know you still had you began to wash the blood and dirt from his face. Every time he winced you would try to be gentler but didn't stop until he was cleaned up. You then used the rag to hold the ice.
"Put this on your face," You said softly knowing that his head must be pounding therefore you didn't want add to his pain. "What else hurts?" You ask, lowering your hands from his face to rest on his legs.
You don't know when you started to get touchy with Thomas but he never complained so you never stopped. Your hands always found their way to him in one way or another. Whether you were pressing a hand to his back, brushing your knuckles against his or caressing his thigh you had to touch him. Maybe that should have been a hint to where things were going.
"I'm fine," He gruffs, reaching for his drink. You watch the glass go to his lips and then watch his throat move as he swallows the contents. Your eyes zero in on his neck as you take in a deep breath focusing on his mouthwatering scent.
"You're struggling to breathe," You note, your eyes going back to his.
"That's a little bit of an overstatement," He says.
"Are your ribs broken?" You ask him. He stares at you for a moment before he shakes his head. "Mind if I look?" You ask. He watches you for a moment before setting down the rag of ice on the bar top. When he nods you hands go to his button up.
His eyes stay glued on you as you watch his slowly revealing chest. When you undo the last button you push the shirt open for a better view. You resist the urge to lick you lips as you gaze at his chest and abdomen.
It only takes you a moment to focus on the large bruise on his side. A second flash of anger courses through you when you see how dark the skin is. Your fingers delicately brush along it which causes him to breathe in sharply.
"Sorry," You mutter, glancing up at him. As always, his crystal blue eyes captivate you making it nearly impossible to look away.
"Will I live?" He asks jokingly with a serious face. A small smirk comes to your lips.
"It'll be close but you should pull through," You say, reluctantly pulling your hands from him. Before the return to your lap one of Thomas's hands latch onto yours. Your smile deepens and you give his hand a squeeze. "I'd tell you to take it easy the next few days but I doubt you'd listen," You whisper.
"How would you know if I did or didn't? You sleep all day," Tommy jokes lightly.
"Are you suggesting that you sleep at all? Thomas, my darling, you sleep less than I do," You squeeze his hand again. "At least go home and try to rest until the sun rises," You plead with him.
"Why would I rest at night when you sleep during the day?" Tommy asks.
"Because your human and that's natural," You remind him. "Besides, I have business to attend to tonight so I cannot be your entertainment," You say standing up. "Rest, darling, I'll know if you don't," You wink at him. You press a soft, lingering kiss on his forehead, trying to ignore the fact that he leans into you, before stepping back.
"Using my aunt as your informant is dirty work," Thomas calls after you knowing that she's your spy.
"We just want what's best for you," You say from the door. You pull on your jacket and hat. "I know you won't but I'll still say it. Take a day off of work and I'll visit tomorrow night," You promise.
"You'll visit either way," Tommy states. You smirk before disappearing into night.
***
- Present -
You had seen Tommy hurt before and it had never really bothered you until that night. That night you had felt more rage than you had in centuries. That night you spent every second before the sunrise dragging out their deaths.
When their bodies were found they made national news. Everyone around the country heard the gruesome tale of their deaths. No death that violent had been reported before.
You took pride in your work but Ms. Carlson spent a good couple hours scolding you for allowing the bodies to be found. She didn't like how ruthless you could be but always accepted that it was apart of who you were. However, she tried to get you to at least clean up after yourself.
Ms. Carlson may have scolded you for most of the night but you never regretted it. They hurt Tommy. You couldn't allow them to live after that.
The night after their death was when it occurred to you what was happening. You had only lost control like that for one other person. That person is the light of your life and the one you hold closest to your heart. If you were reacting like this for Tommy then that meant something.
When the realization hit you you didn't know how to feel. You were scared, you could admit that. But you weren't scared enough to run away. Only too scared to indulge any further than you already are.
When you told Ms. Carlson that you weren't going to progress with Thomas but continue as things were the old bat had the audacity to laugh at you. She knew what you knew deep down. Keeping your distance from Thomas was an idiotic thought.
"Oh, and happy birthday Y/n," She says, softly. You pout which just causes her to laugh lightly. She presses a motherly kiss on top of your head before slipping out of the room.
By the time Tommy arrived you managed to get dressed and comb your hair. Your trousers were a simple black with a plain white button up accompanied with black suspenders. You didn't style your hair as you normally did opting to just run a brush through it a few times.
When Tommy arrived he knocked but didn't bother to wait for someone to answer. He had taken his own coat and hat off before you had greeted him.
"What brings you by tonight?" You ask, leading him into one of your private study rooms. The walls were lined with book shelves and musical records. You walked to the bar table while Tommy made his way over to the records.
As he looks through the records he recalls his day. He talked about the fight Arthur had gotten into and the trouble John had caused. He spoke about Ada's newest act of rebellion and the new horse he's looking at.
You listened to his every word. Silently you handed him a drink while taking the record he chose and began to play it quietly. Eventually the two of you made it to one of the couches and sat closer than what would have been acceptable but neither of you cared.
"You must be tired," You mutter, shifting in a more diagonal position. Your arm rests along the back of the couch going behind Tommy. He releases a long sigh and slouches enough to rest his head on your forearm. The action makes you smile.
"I wanted a peaceful night," He whispers, closing his eyes.
You loved the fact that he found peace here. He knew that even if he went back to his place his family could still bombard him. They would continue to bring either business or family drama to his door step. He also knew that nobody dared step within a mile of your home unless they either knew they were welcome or had a death wish. He knew he was safe with you.
"Do you want to be alone? Or have company?" You ask him.
While you wanted nothing more than to be in his presence you would give him space if he needed it. It was enough that he came to you, that he's in your home.
He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at you while keeping it rested on your arm. His eyes are tired but oh so beautiful. You desperately wanted to pull him closer but restrained yourself.
"I always want your company," He mutters candidly.
"Then you shall always have it," You say softly. The two of you spend a few songs simply being in each others presence until you take his class, along with your own, and set them on a nearby table. "Come here," You whisper, slowly laying down.
Tommy doesn't miss a beat. The two of you shift until he's laying between your legs with his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He breathes slowly. You rub his back helping him destress after a long day.
Your body tenses for a moment when you feel his lips press against your neck. You stay still for a moment not sure what he wants. You knew you wanted him. You knew Ms. Carlson was right to be amused when you told her you wanted to keep Tommy at a distance. You knew your desire for him was too strong to ignore. But you also knew you wouldn't do a thing without him wanting you just as badly.
Tommy slowly lifts his head until his crystal eyes are pouring into yours. Your hands naturally find their way onto his hips. You don't move. You don't pull him closer nor push him away. You wait for him and you don't have to wait long.
Before the song ends Tommy is pressing his lips on yours. In an instant your hands are digging into his hips. The soft kiss unlocks a primal desire to take everything Tommy is willing to give.
The kiss doesn't stay innocent like it had started. A low moan comes from your throat as his hips press down into yours. Every second the kiss continues you can feel your control slip.
"Thomas," You whisper, your lips brushing against his while you say his name. "What do you want?" You ask him. His nips at your bottom lip and bumps his nose against yours.
"You," He whispers back. "All of you," He kisses along your jaw. "Every inch,"
"If you let me have you, my darling, I'll never let you go," You tell him.
"Don't let me go," He whispers. Your hand leaves his hip and comes up between the two of you. You grip his chin strongly and force him to focus on you.
"I won't let you go," You tell him slowly. "You give me one tase of what you have and I'll keep you,"
"I'm yours," He says softly. A small smirk comes to your lips. You pull his head down and gently kiss his lips.
"You're mine," You whisper back. Your hand goes back to his hip. Both of your hands slide over his hand, giving it a long delicious squeeze, before stopping at his thighs.
Swiftly you pick him up and speed him through you home to your room. By the time you have him on your bed his eyes are wide and he's breathing heavily. He had seen you move that fast before but had never experienced it himself.
"You've had a long day, my beautiful gem," You whisper, taking off his shoes and socks. "Let me take care of you," You say, looking into his eyes.
It was clear that the thought of not being in control made him cautious. You waited for him to fight you on the matter but all he did was relax against the mattress. He may have been nervous but he let you take the lead.
"Good boy," You whisper, running your hands up his legs. You spread them and kneel in the new space. You hover over him and reconnect your lips with his while undoing his belt and pants. "I'll make you feel good," You promise against his lips.
"Please," He whispers to you. You smirk.
"I don't have your trousers off yet and you're already begging," You tease. "You're far too quiet though, we'll have to change that," You mutter, taking your kisses down to his throat. You nip and suck on his pulse bringing a low moan from him. "So responsive," You mutter. "I'm gonna have fun with you,"
Tommy shifts under you but you're quick to still him. Your lips return to his as you work on taking his shirt off. You lean back and he sits up not wanting to break the kiss. Your hands explore his warm chest and your fingers tweak his nipples. He whines quietly.
He shrugs off his shirt and practically rips yours open. You chuckles as you toss it into the dark beside his. The kiss between the two of you becomes more desperate.
His hands roam your back while yours make a mess of his hair. You straddle his lap and begin to grind against him. His fingers dig into your skin.
"You can't hurt me," You whisper. "Give me everything. Hold nothing back," You encourage before resuming the kiss. His fingers claw into your back. The pain is temporary for you but oh so delicious. You moan loudly showing how much you love him letting go with you.
You knew he had the weight of the world on his shoulders on a day to day basis. You didn't want him to have that stress on his mind when he's with you. You wanted him to be free. You wanted him to use you to let out his frustrations on.
As selfless you want to be with him you're nowhere near a saint. You let him grip you hard enough to bruise and kiss you dizzy but with ever move he makes the fire in your stomach is fueled. Your carnal desire to devour and claim him as yours clouds your head. You need all of him and as he shows you that he wants you just as much you feel your control slipping.
You use your speed to finish undressing not only yourself but him as well. You force his back against the mattress and his hands above his hair. Your eyes stare deeply into his.
"You're hands are to stay there until I say so," You command. Tommy moans as you begin to take complete control over him. He experimentally tries to breaking your demand but his hands refuse to move. His cock hardens.
You press a light kiss to his lips before going down his body. His eyes follow you but he otherwise stays still. You press open mouthed sloppy kisses down his chest. You were content with playful nips here and there but he wasn't.
"Bite me," He pants. For the second time this night he has you tensing. You're eyes snap up to him. He isn't a man who likes to repeat himself so he stares at you knowing that you heard him.
"Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down," You say, not moving an inch until he verbally assures you that he will. Your eyes slowly rake down his body. "Oh, so beautiful," You whisper, lowering your head. You take in his scent and groan. "What'd I do to get you?" You ask yourself, placing a gentle kiss on his sternum.
Unable to resist the temptation you go back up to his throat. You groan as he automatically moves his head to give you access.
"Such a good boy," You whisper, pressing a kiss under his jaw as a reward. He huffs in an attempt to suppress a whine.
You lick his neck a few times, your saliva providing a small amount of numbing sensation. When your fangs break his skin all he feels is pleasure. So much pleasure that his back arches off the bed and his eyes roll back.
His blood is unlike anything you've ever tasted. It's rich but also tainted. It's so him that there's no mistaking it. Within a few gulps you find yourself addicted.
You pull from his neck only to bite his shoulder and then your eyes set on his bicep. Every bite you take only sends pleasurable shocks through his body. The feeling of being fed from is so enrapturing that he's surprised he hasn't came yet.
When you pull away from his wrist your eyes instantly go to his face. He looks high and completely blissful. He has an almost loopy look to him. You give him a crimson smile which only turns him on even more. He realizes that he loves seeing you with blood covering your mouth. Especially if the blood is his.
You move faster than his head can register. When he catches up you have him in a deep and feral kiss. He moans and bucks his hip up into yours. You grind back down on him moaning when both of your cocks move against each other.
"You're a drug," You moan, nipping his lip. Not to draw blood but just to tease him.
"Please," He whispers. You hum and lightly press kissing over his face. "Touch me," He pants. Your look into his eyes and lower your hand down to your cocks. Your hand wraps around his. A smirk comes to your lips as his eyes roll back.
"You're a masterpiece," You mutter, slowly but firmly jerking him off. "So beautiful... A work of art," You compliment. You scoot down the bed and lower yourself to take his cock in your mouth. His jaw drops and he begins to pant again.
You swirl your tongue and bob your head. Your hand grips the base of his cock tightly while you tease the top. Curses escape his lips only to grow louder the deeper you take him in your mouth. You let him buck into your mouth until you decide to hold him down and take his cock all the way.
"Oh, fuck," Tommy pants. Sneakily, you slip a finger into his entrance. You instantly find that spot that you know will drive him wild. You add another finger and abuse the hell out of the spot while bobbing your head around his cock. "I'm so... so close... Oh, fuck! Please!" He pulls at his hands but is unable to break your control.
Deciding to be a little evil you stop all stimulation and pull away. The look he gives you is murderous. You love it. You rest your hands on the headboard above him and lean your face close to his.
"When you come you're going come with my cock deep in that tight ass and my hand wrapped around your throat," You whisper, trailing a finger along his Adams apple. "I want to year you cum to the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall. I want you to wake everyone in the house and show them all you belong to me," You whisper.
"Then fuck me already," He snaps. You smirk lowering your head to his ear.
"Careful what you wishful, little one," You whisper. You place a delicate kiss on his jaw before thrusting inside of him without anymore prep. His cries bring a sadistic grin to your face.
You give mercy by stilling until he's used to your size. As you wait for him to relax you begin to lick at your multiple bites which helps them heal while adding more stimulation.
"Fuck me," He mutters, his voice quiet. He knows you hear him and you know he knows you hear him but you still hum for him to say it again. "Fuck me," He snaps. The words barely leave his lips before your snapping your hips in and out of him.
"You can move your hands, my darling," You whisper to him. They go from above his head to clawing at your back. You thrust in and out of him until you flip onto your back. He sits on top of you and takes you in deeply. His hands trace your chest as his head lays back. "Use me," You whisper. He looks at you drunkenly. You smirk and massage his hips. "You want to come? Go for it, gem,"
He's slow and unsure at first but soon finds a rhythm. You moan watching him bounce on your cock. You whisper compliments on how perfect he looks and how good he is for you.
When he gets close again you sit up and bring his lips back to yours. He rocks back and forth. You help him find a pattern with your hands.
"Touch yourself," You whisper against his lips. His hand instantly goes to his cock. Your hand goes to his throat. His breathing becomes quicker as he remembers your words. "If you want it... beg."
"I want to come, please," He whines. You tighten your hand which makes it harder for the words to come out but you love the sound of the struggle. He begs and bounces and jerks himself off until you give him your permission.
The sounds this man makes when he comes is like sounding heaven. They're low groans and pants. His breath will hitch every few seconds before he relaxes and lets out another low moan.
He gasps when you flip him onto his back and begin to drill into him. He cries out from the overstimulation but you don't stop until you're own release is pumping into him.
When you relax, Tommy welcomes your weight onto him. You stay buried deep inside of him. You nuzzle into his neck.
"So good, baby," You whisper. "So good for me... You're mine now," You innocently kiss his shoulder. "You're far too good, much too delicious for me to give up," Tommy just hums and slowly falls asleep.
You slip out of him which causes him to whimper but you caress his body and place gentle kisses along his skin until he settles back down. You quickly clean yourself and him up before resettling on the bed.
"Come here," You whisper again. More than half asleep Tommy moves to cuddle with you. Your eyes close as the sun breaches the horizon.
Surprisingly, Tommy stayed with you. He stayed by your side during the day. He cuddled with you for hours before moving to the desk in your room to eat a little food one of the maids had set out.
His body felt sore. Pleasantly sore but there was still a little wince when he went to sit down. He could only imagine the pleased look that you'll have when you see it.
He doesn't mean too but he can't help but watch you sleep a little bit. With the sun up you barely have any other choice but to sleep. He had never seen you so vulnerable and he can only think of things he'd do to the person who'd try to hurt you while you're like this.
When night began you awoke. Tommy was in the kitchen doing some work he had brought with him when you sauntered in. You were half put together. Your pants were on and suspenders clipped but hanging by your legs. You button up was around you but not buttoned.
"You stayed," You whisper, a pleasant smile on your lips. Tommy glances at you. His eyes look down and slowly come back up. He gives you a small grin from behind his glass but he says nothing.
"Mr. Y/l/n," Ms. Carlson greets, coming into the kitchen. "Oh, will you button your shirt," She rolls her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I was under the impression I was in my home," You mutter playfully. She gives you a look.
"This may be your home but there are other people here and you had your lazy day yesterday. Now button up," She says pointing at you. Tommy raises his eyebrows at you but you just shrug and do as told. "Here, yesterday and today's mail,"
"Why didn't I see the mail yesterday?" You ask, taking the envelope's from her hand.
"Because you were sulking and then fucking. Which one was I supposed to interrupt?" She asks, tilting her head.
"You know the last person who tried to mother me died," You warn but her gaze hardens.
"I'm already dead," She states. "Thanks to you," She adds. "You don't intimidate me, Mr. Y/l/n. Now, be a good host and make sure Mr. Shelby eats. He looks far too skinny to put up with your ruthless behavior. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a house to run," With that she leaves the kitchen.
"She was never a pleasant woman," You mutter teasingly. You're quick to dodge and then grab the plate thrown at your head. You knew if you let it break Ms. Carlson would have your head despite the fact that she's the one who threw it. "Don't you have a house to run?" You ask. She points at your warningly but softens when you give her a flirty smirk.
When she leaves the kitchen you turn to the envelopes. You toss most of them on the table until one catches your attention. Instantly, you face lights up more than it was. You eagerly rip it open and read through it.
"What is it?" Tommy asks. You look at him, your hand on the card tightening.
"A birthday card from my daughter," You tell him. He's obviously surprised seeing as you have never mentioned her to him.
"Daughter?" He asks and you hum. "Why did you never mention her?"
"I don't make her existence known to anybody I don't completely trust. She's my most beloved daughter and I will protect her at all costs," You tell him. He stands up and walks towards you.
"And you told me," He mutters, grabbing your untied tie. You hum softly. "Can I meet her?" He asks. You nod.
"She'd like that," You say softly. His eyes glance up to yours. "I might have mentioned you once or twice," He smirks a bit. "Come. If we want to see her before sunrise we have to leave now," You say, walking around him.
"We're seeing her today?" He asks.
"Yes," You nod, your smile slipping. "You might not get many more chances," You say softly, before leaving the room. Tommy follows you out to the car. It's a little bit of a drive to her home but when you arrive you all but drag Thomas inside. "Edna!" You shout. "Sweetheart, I'm here to see you!"
"I'm in here," She says knowing you could hear her from anywhere in the house. You pull Tommy to see her.
Tommy had expected a young woman. A woman that shared your vampirism. What he saw was a frail woman well in her eighties.
"Hello, my sweet," You say, kissing the top of her head tenderly. "I brought someone to meet you,"
"Thomas Shelby, I presume," She says, looking at him.
"Ma'am," He nods politely to her.
"You're handsome," She says. "You didn't do him justice," She says looking at you. Tommy looks at you but instead of embarrassment you just smirk.
"I told you it would be hard to capture his beauty in words," You say, speeding to his side. "Relax," You whisper sensing his anxiety. You grab his hand and caress his face. "She's much more tolerable than Ms. Carlson," You mutter but amazingly Edna heard you.
"Don't be mean, dad," She lightly scolds. "Ms. Carlson is a godsend,"
"God can have her back," You tease, pulling Tommy to sit beside her. Edna smiles and shakes her head at you.
"I'm glad you came to see me," She whispers. You reach for her hand and she holds on as tightly as she can. You ignore the pain in your heart at the lack of grip. You lift her hand to your lips.
You stay silent as her and Tommy get to know each other. You were ecstatic that they were getting along so well. They clicked instantly. You didn't even mind when the two of them ganged up on you as long as it kept her smiling.
"The sun will be up soon," Edna whispers. You glare out the window. "You have to go," She says and your jaw ticks. "I know you don't want too but I'll be here tomorrow," You look at her. "Come and see me," She smiles. You relax and give in.
"I will, my sweet," You promise, kissing the top of her head. "I love you," You whisper.
"Do you mind if I steal Mr. Handsome for a few minutes?" Edna asks.
"As long as you don't steal him from me," You tease before turning to Tommy. "I'll be by the car," You kiss his head before leaving the room.
"I'm so happy he found you," She whispers. "I haven't seen him smile so much since I was a child," Tommy just smiles not knowing the words to say. "He was in love with my mother but she just wanted one thing. To be a vampire. She was pregnant with me when he met her and turned her after I was born. When she completed the transition she disappeared. She got what she wanted and left. He was devastated but for some reason kept me,"
"He loves you," Tommy tells her.
"I never once doubted that," She assures him. "And I love him just as much," She whispers. Tommy moves closer to her upon seeing the tears in her eyes. She clings to his hand and he lets her hold it. He uses his other hand to rub calming circles on her frail skin. "Look at me Tommy and what do you see?" He doesn't get the chance to say anything. "I'm old... I won't be around for much longer and he'll be alone again. Before he met you he was determined to finally end it when I died but now he has hope again. He has you and I can see it in his eyes. He wants to live. He wants to stay with you and he will. He'll stay for you but when I go he'll be broken for a long time. He'll heal but he'll always grieve. That's just who he is..."
"I'll be there," Tommy vows. "I'll look after him. I won't leave him. You don't have to worry. He won't be alone as long as I'm alive," He promises. Edna visibly relaxes as if the weight of the world was just lifted. "And I'll love him every second," Edna smiles.
"I know you will," She whispers, nodding. "You bring out the best in him... You bring out the man I knew as a kid and I can't thank you enough,"
"You don't have too," He assures her. "If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to ask,"
"I won't," She promises. "You should go. He needs to get back before the sun rises," Tommy nods and gives her hand a gentle squeeze. He kisses the top of her head naturally as if he's done it a thousand times. It brings a bright smile to her lips. "Look after him, please,"
"I will," He promises again before joining you in the car. The ride home is relatively silent.
When you both return home you're on Tommy. You barely make it into the home before you're pawing at his clothes. You make your way to your bedroom at a human pace. You push each other against near by walls and kiss the life out of the other.
This time it's less about claiming as it is about loving. You needed to be inside him. You needed to know you weren't alone and he needed you like he needed to breathe. It was slower but shared the same intensity and desire.
The next morning when Tommy awoke he noticed you weren't in bed. It was strange. The sun was up and you should be asleep but you weren't. Instead he finds you with empty bottles of liquor around you in one of your study rooms.
When you manage to look at him your eyes are dead tired and blood shot. Your cheeks glisten and Tommy's heart drops.
"She's gone," You whisper, looking away from him. Your eyes return to the picture of your beautiful girl. She's younger in the photo. She was always so bright and full of life. She made you smile and gave you the will to live.
Tommy sits beside you. He doesn't say anything but his presence is enough. His arm wraps around you and you fall into him. He tightens his hold when you begin to sob.
A watch falls from your hand. You stare at it but don't pick it up. The watch was her first gift to you. She had been so excited to give it to you because it was the first thing she was able to afford with the money from her job at the time. Her first purchase with her own money. She was so proud and excited. You had never take it off our person since she gave it to you.
It had worked perfectly until the early morning. Until the moment you felt it. The moment you awoke with the empty feeling. The moment her heart stopped.
You turned your head in his chest and Tommy held you even tighter. He hated seeing you like this and he could only imagine how many times you've been through this. You have lived for centuries. Centuries to gain and lose people. To love and be broken. An endless cycle.
"I want you," Thomas whispers. "I want you forever. I want you for your forever not mine. Mine's not enough, I want your forever," You lift your head.
"A life in the darkness isn't for everyone," You warn him. "Don't do this just for me,"
"You're more than enough to make this decision," He says, cupping your face. "I want you for your forever. I love you. You've ruined me for anybody else. I don't want you to be alone and I don't want to die without you. A human life isn't enough to do everything I want to do with you. I want a long future,"
"A future," You whisper, leaning your head against his. "Our forever," You mutter and he hums, crawling onto your lap. You lean back against the couch.
"Whenever you're ready to change me I'm ready," He says. "I want you, don't doubt that,"
"I don't," You assure him. "We'll have our forever. I promise,"
