❥ Braids , Locs , Twists And More. Maxis Match Edition ❥

fake boyfriend (ricky bowen x reader)

summary: in which (y/n) asks ricky to pretend to be her boyfriend and that makes hidden feelings slip out. 

prompt: “can you pretend to be my boyfriend? it’ll be fifteen minutes tops.”

extra pairing: luke patterson x platonic!reader

warnings: underage drinking, kissing(?)

gif’s not mine.

This is what I get for lying, (Y/N) thought to herself as she scrambled around the party desperately looking for her best friend.

She walked past a couple making out in the corner of the living room, nose scrunching up in disgust as she got a glimpse of the sloppy kiss. It was loud, music blasting at full volume and voices that could barely be heard over the thumping of the base (she wondered if the neighbors would complain about that). A cheer erupted from the kitchen and she turned her head around to see two girls celebrating they’d gotten the little white ball inside the red cup, they were close to winning the round of cup pong. (Y/N) bumped past dancing teenagers, apologizing halfheartedly. She held a red cup in her hand, carefully raising it over her head as she moved past people, trying her best not to spill the content. She wished she could just sit back and enjoy her drink, instead she found herself avoiding Bobby Wilson.

At the distance she saw Luke Patterson, her childhood best friend, talking to Julie Molina.

She smirked as she watched them interact. They were unbelievably adorable. (Y/N) knew Luke had the biggest crush on Julie, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself. She knew Luke like the back of her hand and his adoration for the younger girl was evident in the way he spoke about her and how absolutely smitten he looked at the moment.

Feeling eyes on him Luke turned around to meet her eyes. She glared at him, half playful, half serious. All it took was a single look of her face to notice the slight annoyance and Luke immediately knew the reason behind it. The idiot had the audacity of chuckling.

This was all his fault and he was laughing.

Such an ass, honestly.

She rolled her eyes and cursed him in her mind, flipping him off as she did. He responded with a smirk. She wasn’t truly mad, over the years she’d come to learn and accept that she could never be truly upset at Luke, and he was well aware of that.

Luke didn’t feel particularly guilty. When he’d suggested introducing (Y/N) to his band mates he’d done it without ulterior motives (she would counter that he’d known about Bobby’s crush on her and was therefore responsible for her current situation, he would shot back that she’d been the one to lie).

Truth to be told (Y/N) had been pretty excited when Luke had suggested that she meet his friends. She’d known Patterson since they’d both been in diapers, they’d grown up together and there wasn’t a moment of her life that she couldn’t remember him being around, but attending different schools meant that they had different groups of friends. Now, that was cool and all (after all, Luke was like that annoying little brother that you just can’t shake off and she was certain that if they’d had the same friends they both would’ve exploded) but lately he’d been talking a lot about his new band, Sunset Curve, and she’d been dying to meet them. She wondered if they would have embarrassing stories about Luke which she could use to tease him.

They were all incredible people. Alex was incredibly sweet and sassy, Reggie was incredibly funny and Bobby had an incredibly evident crush on her. It was so obvious it was almost painfully uncomfortable. Luke would later let her know that Bobby had been asking about her ever since he’d seen the picture of them together at (Y/N)’s mom’s wedding.

Now, (Y/N) liked Bobby just fine— he was a nice guy, much like Alex and Reggie —but she wasn’t interested in him in a romantic way. She had told him that, trying to let him down as gently as possible, but he seemed fixed on the idea that he could make her change her mind.

Being absolutely done with his shameless flirting she had resorted to her last option: lying. And not only did she lie but she did it like a pro, slowly introducing the idea that she was seeing someone before, weeks later, announcing that she now officially had a boyfriend.

Luke had snorted, she had elbowed him hard in the gut and Bobby had finally backed off.

She never expected to be forced to introduce her invisible and completely nonexistent boyfriend to Luke’s friend. But EJ’s parents were out of town and he’d asked Alex if Sunset Curve could play for his birthday and when people from both East High and Los Feliz had heard the band was playing a massive party had been formed. Bobby had jumped at the opportunity of meeting her boyfriend in this gigantic get together, she had given him a tight lipped smile and a nod and Luke had smirked at her discomfort.

She hadn’t panicked much at first, at the end of the day she could just tell him that her ‘boyfriend’ was sick and wouldn’t be able to make it. Well, that possibility had gone out of the window the moment Luke decided to open his big mouth.

“Oh, he’ll be here,” Luke had informed Bobby as they got ready to go onstage, ignoring the glare (Y/N) sent his way and (somehow) managing to not flinch when she pinched him in the arm in an attempt to make him shut up. “He texted me, said he wouldn’t miss it.”

It was payback. She’d eaten his favorite cookies two days prior (even when he’d called dibs on them and tried to hide them at the back of the cupboard) and now she was paying for it.

In the midst of panicking an idea had popped into her head; she just needed someone to be her fake boyfriend for the night. 

Brilliant plan, if she said so herself. 

So now here she was after Sunset Curve’s performance, looking for the only person in the world that could pull off the ‘fake boyfriend’ role; Ricky Bowen.

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imagine luke and hades!reader who has a hellhound as a protector bc she’s a big 3 kid. this hellhound is very protective so this got me thinking. imagine the r is going at it with luke, and luke makes her moan and barely a second later, this hellhound is clawing at the door and barking bc it thinks r is hurt, when really it’s the opposite.

idk just a thought i had :)

want to make it known that @gh0stsp1d3r has written a hades!reader w a hellhound concept as well

your moan is still echoing around the empty barn whenever you hear the first scratch. at first, you attribute it to nothing, choosing to focus on the long and steady strokes luke is pushing up into your gut.

but when you groan at the feeling of luke pushing down on your lower abdomen, making you feel the outline of him within you, you hear the scratching again, this time paired with a whimper you recognize well.

"wait, luke." he's quick to stop, curls flopping as he looks up at you with his eyebrows pinched together.

"what?"

with the wet sounds of your cunt and the shared groans between you and luke eliminated, you can hear the sound of an upset dog on the other side of the bolted barn doors.

you don't have to be looking at luke to know he's frowning whenever you start to push him away. he doesn't go far, though, only unsheathing himself just to the tip.

"drac?" your voice elicits another whimper from the dog on the other side of the door.

you turn back to luke with a pout on your lips. "luke, he's sad. he wants to come in."

luke, clearly not as fond of your hellhound as you are, scoffs and pushes you to lay back down.

"so he can try to bite me as soon as i touch you?"

you hit his shoulder halfheartedly. you intended for there to be more power behind the jab, but it's then that luke sinks back into you and your limbs have a tendency to turn to mush whenever your boyfriend fucks you.

"that was ..." it takes you a moment and loads of determination to finish your sentence. "that was one time."

"one time too many." luke dips his head to suck on the spot that always clears your mind. psychological warfare that works up until dracula barks.

you're whining when you tell luke that you should at least go check up on him. eventually, he sighs, lets up on your skin, and faces you with his lips turned down and his eyes a little emotionless.

"lemme at least make you cum and then we can all go play a nice game of fetch. okay?"

you're quick to agree, laying back complaisantly and holding up your half of the deal so luke can do the same.

this is so cute aww

It’s Grandpa!

Aged Up! Miles G

Summary: Miles Takes a Special Person To See His Dads Mural.

A/n: This was inspired by a request I got 🫶🏽

Miles walked out the door of his mother's house. Each step up the stairs towards the roof of the building felt harder than the last, but he knew he had to do it. He had to confront the past, especially for the little boy cradled in his arms, his son Kai Jefferson Morales.

As Miles looked down at his son, he saw a mirror image of himself, a reflection of his own childhood. It brought back memories of his own father, holding him in his arms, walking the same path they were now taking. Kai's eyes twinkled with innocent curiosity as he looked up at his dad and asked, "Are we there yet, dada?"

Miles couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "We are, buddy," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and tenderness. With that, he pulled open the heavy rooftop door, allowing the warm air to caress their faces.

Setting Kai down gently, Miles felt a slight stiffness in his body as he took in a deep breath. No matter how many times he came up to the roof, it was always emotionally challenging. But he had made a promise to himself and his son to his dad.

"Woah, dada, look!" Kai said excitedly, pointing towards the bustling streets of Brooklyn spread out beneath them.

"Don't go too far, son. Be careful," Miles said. He knew that Kai was just thrilled to be in this special place.

Miles turned his body, letting out a exhale as he gazed at his father's mural. The vibrant colors and intricate details seemed to come alive, as if telling a story of their own.

"Hey pops, it's me and Kai. He's getting so big, turned 4 last week. He's got your sass," Miles said with a chuckle. His laughter was tinged with a touch of sadness. "Wish you could've met him," he added, dropping his head and staring at his shoes.

In that moment, Miles felt small arms wrapping around his leg. Looking down, he saw Kai, his eyes wide with wonder.

"It's Grandpa, dada," Kai said, pointing at the mural.

Miles smiled, a mixture of pride and longing in his eyes. "You're right, buddy. That's your Grandpa. He would've loved you," he whispered. He lifted Kai into his arms and asked, "Can you read that for me?"

Kai's face lit up with excitement. "Jefferson Morales. Just like me!" he exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across his face as he turned to his dad. "Exactly like you, Kai. You're named after Grandpa. Pretty cool, right?" Miles replied, a sense of joy and pride evident in his voice.

"Yeah, dada, cool," Kai echoed, his little voice filled with admiration.

Miles held out his fist, and Kai eagerly bumped it. In that simple gesture, a bond between father and son, past and present, was strengthened.

You, silently watching from afar, couldn't help but smile. Seeing Miles share stories of Jefferson with your son brought warmth to your heart.

"Mommmyyy!" Kai suddenly said, spotting you.

"Hey my baby," you said, a soft smile gracing your lips as you walked towards your family. Your son's eyes sparkled with excitement, pointing eagerly towards the distance.

"Look, mommy, grandpa," he said, his tiny finger directing your gaze towards the mural.

Miles, wrapped his free arm around you.

"He would've loved you too," Miles whispered,before placing a tender kiss on your lips

castaways | elliot

pairings — elliot/reader | vampire!au |

summary : In an alternate universe, the world is separated into two. Vampires and humans. The Vacuo is the town of the blood suckers, but what happens when a fragile mortal takes the wrong turn on a road trip and stumbles upon the border of the god forsaken land?

warnings : humor, fluff, angst, smut, drinking blood, overstimulation, clit play, biting, choking, sweet sex, oral sex (f) receiving, the L word, not proof read

word count : 9.4K

authors note : i know this is a bit out there, but i had the idea and needed to go with it. i’m very proud of the outcome of this fic and hope you all like it—so here it is !!

song based off this : castaways by 5 seconds of summer

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Muttering a curse, your steering wheel jerked as the pebbles beneath your wheels cracked in your ears. Your boss had demanded that you return back to the office to finish up your thesis on your latest article about the vamps that set fire to the orphanage in Brookhurst lane. It had happened a few weeks ago, the news setting tears in your eyes at how devastating it was. Three children had perished, at the hands of the “filthy bloodsuckers”— quoted by many people, including your boss.

You had to admit, the news was hard to hear. You hadn’t expected those things to do something so ghastly, so horrible. But then again, they killed innocent humans and drank their blood, so you couldn’t say you were surprised. But still—you had minor hope for them, well, that was until this morning when that event occurred.

The night was extra dark tonight, clouds nowhere to be seen, but no stars being evident on the black canvas. Your glasses fell to the tip of your nose as you sighed, eyes burning with slight weariness, wanting to get this stupid paper done so you could return to your apartment and sleep for the next few days. A yawn had torn from your lips as you made a sharp turn, spotting a dirt road up ahead. Your eyes thinned as an idea popped into your head; listening to your thoughts before delving down that direction.

It looked like a quicker way to get to your destination. Perhaps if you cut through the woods you could get cut some time.

Another sigh leaving you, your eyes slightly watered for a moment. Your vision blurred as you smacked your lips, eyes rounding when a certain black shadow appeared in front of the headlights of your car. Woods surrounding you, it shocked you that someone or something was out this late at night, a gasp tearing through you as your foot stomped on the break. Neck flinging forward, your forehead smashed against the steering wheel, warm liquid trickling down the flesh of your temple as you groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

Adrenaline pumped in your veins. A full ache pounded in your skull, fingers reaching up to press on the wound with squinting eyes. Letting out a hiss, you felt a minor cut, blood coating the pads of your fingertips. Curling your upper lip in irritation, your eyes flew behind the wheel, looking for whatever had made you stop so abruptly. But then you frowned, nothing being there.

“What the fuck?” You snapped aloud in a harsh whisper, opening your car door.

The beeping alarm rang in your ears, your car system telling you that your door was open. Ignoring the sound, your feet padded onto the dirt road, cold breeze fanning your features. Goosebumps littered across your skin, even though you had on a sweater plus a raincoat, mind still a bit fuzzy from banging your head onto the wheel, “Hello?”

Your voice echoed, but there wasn’t anyone who returned it. Your brows knitted together as you heard rustling in the bushes, but figured it could’ve been you being paranoid—until you heard twigs snap. Eyes rounding in fear, you snapped your head towards the location of the sound, but spotted nothing suspicious. Your lips opened to call out again, but this time, you felt someone attack you from behind.

Being kicked to the ground, your palms scraped against the sandy textured floor as scream left you. Flipping to your back, eyes widening in horror, you saw three tall men dressed in all black. You knew who they were. Skin pale and translucent; blue veins protruding from their limbs that weren’t covered by dark clothing. Eyes fierce and animalistic, pupils blending into a dark red shade that pierced through your soul. Hostility swirled in them, amongst with hanger, showing off their fangs as they hissed downwards at your trembling figure.

The middle one took a step closer, thin lips quirking into an evil smirk. His voice was almost like a dream, authentic and versatile, “Look what we have here. A mortal in our town,” he spoke slowly, making you gulp. You didn’t understand. He licked his lips as he tilted his bald head at your horrified state, “You know the laws, sweetheart. Killing on our turf isn’t against the law. So, scream as much as you want, it excites us.”

You shielded your face as he lunged at you, “Wait—please—!”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you curled into a ball as you awaited for his teeth to snatch your lungs through your chest. Hyperventilating, your body trembled, but it never came. Peeling your eyes open, you heard another snarl, accompanied by a bunch of other ones, making shock rock through you. Blinking quickly, a blur of white shadows began to fight against the three vampires, groans and cries falling from the latter as you sat up onto your bottom. Bottom lip shaking, you scooted back, thinning your eyes to catch the movement before you.

But they were already gone. The bad ones, at least. Finally, after a few seconds, a group emerged from the woods—the ones that fought off the killer vamps that were going to feast on you for dinner. Still panting, you gulped as you studied their features.

There had been three of them.

A woman had caught your attention, seeming middle aged, her skin as light as the moon shining above you. Her features were doll like and sharp, eyes deep and dark, sinking into her flesh like honey. Pupils a bright hazel, her fangs were tucked over her lips, which were pink and airy. Hair black and straight, a white long sleeve rolled down her thin arms, black slacks completing the outfit. She looked..normal.

Beside her, was who you believed to be her partner, his hair an icy white that appeared platinum. His eyes matched the strands on his head, a bright yellow, his flesh as fair as the beautiful woman standing next to him. A white button up was folded into half sleeves on his muscular arms, also wearing black slacks, his hair gelled back into perfection. Your breath was taken away by his beauty, and the gentleness swirling in his hues.

Lastly, there was a girl. She was considerably smaller than the other two—and you wondered if she was their child. She looked about fifteen or so, eyes a bright hazel, which startled you to be honest. They were striking and intimidating. A dark maroon dress tugged at her narrow waist, a black coat falling off her nimble shoulders, long blonde hair cascading into waves down towards her back. Her eyes were round, like the woman, and it appeared she inherited it from her. They were naturally glossy, but she staid in her place, staring at you as the man approached you.

Flinching, you scooted back some more as he held his hand out, raising his brows, “Are you hurt?”

After a few moments of silence, you shook your head, swallowing thickly. He nodded before his lips grew into a gentle smile, urging you to accept his hand.

“We won’t hurt you,” he admitted, his tone sincere, “We don’t kill humans. In fact—we prefer having them as pets.”

You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but when his smile grew, you found out he was. Biting your lower lip, you took a chance, and slid your smaller hand into his large one. It was cold, like really cold. It felt like ice against your skin, and your body jerked as he pulled you onto your feet. Furrowing your brows, you pulled your hand back to your side, “I thought vampires were forbidden to leave Vacuo.”

The woman chuckled from the distance between you two, “You are in Vacuo, darling.”

“How? I thought—“

“It’s the border,” the man explained, gesturing to the woods on the right, “You’re barely here, but yes, you’re here. It’s unsafe as of now to return you back to your world, so you must spend the night with us. At least until we figure out where you came from.”

You stared at them in reluctance, “Why should I trust you?”

Offering his hand, he ignored your question, eyes fiery.

“I’m Belen, and this is my family. I assure you that now you’ve obtained this much information about us, it’s safe to say we won’t put any harm in your way. That, and we saved your life just now,” his eyes twinkled, a bit of humor splashed into his tone. Your jaw tightened as he nodded his head at your silence, “It’s your choice. Take a risk and come with us, or spend the night alone in these woods. Up to you.”

Glancing over at your car, you knew that there was no way you’d survive alone in Vacuo. No human every crosses the boundaries of the human world into the vampire realm; and it was bizarre that you did it in accident. Only a fucking idiot like you would do that. You succumbed to the man, nodding slightly, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Alright. I’ll go with you.”

Letting out a wince, you watched with careful eyes as the woman placed a bandaid on your wound. The fire crackled in the background as rain slightly trickled onto the rooftop, hearing her softly laugh. Your fingers dug into the fabric of your jeans as you shifted in your seat, watching her thick lashes flutter as she pulls away from you, “The blood doesn’t bother you?”

She shook her head, sending you a soft smile, before turning around and walking over to one of the wooden doors. Their home was welcoming, making you surprised that it wasn’t all grimey and dark. You expected them to sleep in coffins, like the movies, bats littered across the ceiling as spiders and other bugs infested the caves. But no—this was a cottage. The fire made the inside illuminate into a faint yellow, scent of burning wood wagging up your nose, soothing your nerves.

A brown couch was in the living room, which is where you sat, sinking into the cushions. A few family pictures hung on the walls, above the fireplace as well, and you noticed one picture that had caught your eye. It was the three of them, yes, but a boy was also in it—unlike the other pictures in the frames. His eyes were dark and empty, a tight smile on his plump lips, as the man, Belen, pulled him into a side hug.

“My parents had me grow up on cows’ blood,” she explained, snapping you out of your daze. Taking a seat beside you, she handed you a cup of tea that she heated over the fireplace, “—and my children do the same. It helps us keep in tune with our humane side, I suppose.”

You wondered if they poisoned the tea, but shrugged it off. If they planned to kill you—you were already dead anyways.

Sipping on the warm liquid, it felt amazing as it eased the hoarseness in your dry throat. Your eyes flickered over to you, “I uh, love green tea actually.”

“It’s my favorite,” she replied, drinking from her own.

The atmosphere was cozy. You spotted the younger girl peer over her shoulder at you, from the top of the stairs, before vanishing into her room you assumed. The woman laughed beside you, and you actually returned it this time, much to your surprise, “She’s never met a human before—she’s a bit shy.”

You nodded, “It’s fine. I understand,” you waved it off, raising a brow, “What’s your name?”

“Alana, it’s a family name. My mother was named that as well..and you, dear?”

“Y/N,” you smiled for the first time since you had been there.

Her smile grew, “What a beautiful name. My daughter is named Scarlett, and my son is Elliot,” she added on, “He’s hunting right now. Probably won’t be home at all tonight—you know how teenagers are.”

You laughed again at her words, even though you were only eighteen years old. A yawn left you, making her stand up onto her feet, patting the fur blanket that was laid out onto the couch for you, “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you in the morning,” she told you kindly, before approaching the stairs, “Sweet dreams.”

“Thank you,” you told her, and she hummed before going up the steps.

You looked around with your eyes, hoping they didn’t kill you in your sleep. Sinking into the couch, you pulled the warm blanket over you, feeling it melt onto your figure as you sighed happily. It felt like a cloud. Flipping to your side, you tucked your hand beneath your chin, and felt your eyes flutter close, sleep instantly taking over. You must’ve been really exhausted.

Feeling something poke your cheekbone, a small groan left your lips. In a groggy state, your eyes peeled open, brows snapping together at whatever disturbed your sleep. But when they met with a pair of wide ones, staring down at you, feeling whatever the hell the thing was leaning over your figure, a scream scratched your throat.

And then, well, he screamed too.

Jolting into an upright position, knocking the boy onto the ground, he scrambled to his feet before pointing a finger at you, “Mom—why is there a mortal in our house?” He shouted, his chest rising up and down quickly as he caught his breath, narrowing his eyes at your features before plugging his nose, “—and why do they smell like mud and horse shit?”

You let out a gasp at his insulting words, hearing footsteps rumble down the stairs, sending a glare to the red-haired boy that had fallen onto the ground. His hair appeared to be a darkish red, shaven down into a buzz cut, and when he his head turned to the side—you spotted a black widow imprinted into the back of it. Wearing a blazer that was three sizes to big for him, black ripped skinny jeans tightened around his long legs, your chest turned warm at how handsome he actually was.

His eyes were a dark red color, cheekbones beautifully sculpted onto his admirable face. When he towered over you, you realized he was actually very tall, probably reaching around six foot. You didn’t know if he had eyeliner smeared under his eyes, or if they were naturally that dark—but you figured it was the latter, since vampires usually had a more gloomier sense of features. His eyes glued onto yours as you swallowed thickly.

You heard laughter, and glanced to the top of the stairs and spotted the younger girl, Scarlett, you think was her name, giggling with a hand over her mouth. Her blonde hair covered half her face, as it shook due to her movements.

“Elliot, you scared the human!” Alana scolded, who you figured was his mother, who came from behind you.

Elliot.

You remembered her mentioning her son, who had that name, so you put the pieces together and concluded that he was her son. Which was odd, because he didn’t look much like them, his skin considerably more tan compared to their pale complexion. You staid silent as his eyes narrowed into slits down towards you, his gaze sticking to yours, even though his words were directed to his mother, “Where’s father?”

“Trading,” she answered in her soft voice, placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes still didn’t leave yours,

“She was lost—and we made a promise to not hurt her. Apologize for your outbursts, Elliot.”

His jaw tightened, this time, a more soft look covering his features.

“I’m—sorry.”

This time, he appeared to be more considerate, offering you even a small smile. You didn’t really return it though, still frightened by how he woke you up, hand still on your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. But nonetheless, you didn’t want to be rude; since they did take you in and have kept up with their promise of keeping you safe. In a small voice, you nodded, “It’s okay.”

He licked his lips before his mother ran a hand over his hair, smiling pleasantly between you two, “Now, let’s let her sleep. You know humans and their sleep,” she joked, and you briefly hummed before looking back at him. He gave you a once-over, something glinting in his eyes, before placing his hand on his mother’s back and following her up the steps.

When you had woken back up, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, checking to see if there had been any battery.

Nope. Of course.

You didn’t understand how you could’ve wondered across the border. There wasn’t any signs that warned you, and it made you wonder, how often did this happen? How many unlucky humans weren’t saved by this family and died at the hands of the real cold blooded killers? The thought had sent icy chills down you spine, biting on your lower lip, as you tucked your phone back into your pocket.

Throwing the fur blanket away from you, your white sneakers, which were now a murky brown, padded against the brown carpet of the cottage as you explored.

There were pots and pans spread out across the table, a metal bucket hung over the fireplace to most likely boil water or liquid in general. Everything was made of either wood or natural supplies, the floor creaking beneath you as you began to organize everything on the surface. Putting the pots and pans on one side in a neat manner, you then pushed all the chairs back beneath the table, and wiped the checkered tablecloth off with a cloth that was slung over the fireplace.

Finding a bowl of fruits, which was odd since you didn’t think vampires ate anything, you took a bite of the glossy apple that shined. Your stomach rumbled with hunger as your teeth sunk it it, but then let out a hacking cough, realizing it was plastic. You heard a chuckle rumble from behind you, “It’s for decoration—vampires don’t eat food.”

Spinning around, your cheeks heated up as you spotted the boy from earlier, Elliot. Placing the apple back onto the bowl, with new teeth marks indented into it, you pressed your lips together stubbornly.

“I’m now aware of that, thank you very much.”

He chuckled again, and stepped into the light. Candles illuminating his sharp features, you noticed he had an apple tattooed onto his cheekbone, a different language on his right temple—appearing in a sort of asian language. An x was imprinted on burn his eyelids, and when he craned his neck, you spotted a small bird being printed in black onto the left of his throat, “Are you hungry?”

You blinked at him, causing him to sigh.

“My mom would kill me if I didn’t feed you, so, c’mon.”

He didn’t give you a chance to speak, grabbing your wrist and leading you out the house. It was still night time, leading you to be confused, “I thought it would be morning by now.”

Leaves crunched beneath you as he guided you onto a dirt path, long trees shadowing over you, as his shoulder rubbed yours, “You don’t know anything about Vacuo, so you?” He looked over at you with a slight smirk, earning a shake of your head as a reply. You heard a stream in the far distance, birds chirping, as he extended his arm and brushed his fingers amongst the trunks of the trees, “It’s always night here. We perish in the sunlight, yada yada yada, it’s a dome that the human government built for us. All this—is projection.”

Your brows furrowed, “So…the stars aren’t real?”

He shook his head, kicking at a pebble.

“Nope, the sky is fake,” his eyes sparkled, “Crazy shit, right?”

A wave of pity washed over you.

“So..you’ve never seen the real sky?”

He shrugged, tone smooth, “Nah—but it doesn’t matter. Guess that’s the con of being a good for nothing blood sucker,” he showed his teeth, fangs being barred, sending you a wink as his voice was humorous. He snatched a leaf off the branch before picking off the green material, “Now, don’t get me wrong when I say this, but how the fuck do you just end up on the wrong side of the world?”

You laughed softly, running hand through your hair, “I was supposed to be going to work—but I saw something in the road, and then ended up here.”

“What’s your work?”

“Journalist,” you replied, “I like to write.”

“A journalist?” He mused, smirking over at you. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the look he sent your way,

“I don’t like journalists. All they leak is gossip, and are part of the reason we have such a bad reputation.”

You flipped your hair, sending him your own smirk, “Well—you do feed on human blood, so it’s kinda already a bad start.”

“Hey,” he sent you a pointed look, “I don’t. My mom makes me drink cows’ blood—which tastes like shit by the way. Don’t recommend it.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Elliot snickered before approaching a tree, before beginning to climb it. Your eyes rounded, “What are you doing?”

“Getting your food,” he responded in a duh tone, before expertly getting to the top of it. You watched with a look of awe as a nest of bananas has grown beneath one of the leaves, him snatching it before falling back down onto his feet, with perfect stance. You stared at him in shock as he handed you it, “Hope you like bananas, human.”

You scoffed, looking down at his hand, “That had to be at least fifty feet.”

He smiled cheekily, “I’m a vampire,” he pushed the fruit into your chest,

“I can do anything I want. Now, eat that gross shit so I can show you something else.”

Finishing off your second banana, you tossed the peel behind you, pausing in your steps as you swallowed the remnants. Your eyes widened when Elliot crouched at the edge of the lake, taking a handful of water, and sipping from it.

It was breathtaking. It shimmered beneath the moonlight, or whatever that thing in the sky was, small trickling sounds filling your ears as it poured over a few rocks. It was surrounded by green grass, rippling in non-existent waves, and was as clear as glass. You could see the bottom, which has pretty shallow, probably about four feet or so. It was pretty big actually, taking up a large portion of the area, large boulders crowding one part of the section. Elliot hopped onto one of them, and patted the one beside him, “Come here. Promise I won’t push you in.”

You rolled your eyes, but did what he said, his hand on your back as you climbed onto it. You couldn’t lie, your stomach twirled at his gesture, biting back a smile before huggjng your knees after getting situated and looking over at him. He was looking out at the water, neck stretched out, “It’s pretty here.”

He picked up a rock from the side, tossing it into the water, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I brought you here.”

You chuckled, “You have a serious attitude problem.”

He snapped his head over to you, his smile turning into a more seductive, coy one; tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Yeah? What you gonna do about it, human?”

Oh yeah. He was definitely flirting with you.

You took the challenge, sticking your nose in the air, “I think I should teach you a lesson.”

He leaned closer to you, so close that his breath fanned your lips, never breaking eye contact from you. His eyes hooded as one of his fingers dipped under your chin, his tone raspy and suggestive, “A silly little human like you? Teaching me a lesson? Hm, I doubt so.”

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, before breaking the space between you. Your lips molded against his, his hand instantly flying to your neck, squeezing it tightly as he took back his control. You moaned against him, hips lifting to get more of yourself onto him, hands flying to his cheeks as your mind swirled with hormones and lust.

In a blur, you were pinned to the ground, the moist mud pairing across your lower back when your sweater rose up. It was his vampire speed. It made you dizzy, with how quickly you had changed positions in a millisecond, but he didn’t give you time to comprehend the sudden shift as h his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a cry falling from your lips, before he gently sucked the blood from you.

“Fuck,” he growled, grinding his hips into yours, “So fucking sweet.”

He pulled away, a bit of the red substance staining his lips, looking down at you with darker eyes. The redness in his pupils expanded, “You want me to fuck you, human?

It was like you were under his spell. Your core heated up as you nodded, making him smirk, before dipping down to your neck. You didn’t know how he was so controlled over the taste of you blood—if he hadn’t ever had human blood before. Wasn’t it like, addicting?

But then you were dragged out of your thoughts when he pulled your clothes off, starting with your sweater, and in a flur, your top was pulled down to your waist, jeans being discarded beside you. His jacket was still on his shoulders, but unbuttoned, abs glistening as a line of hair dipped beneath his jeans. He unzipped them, before doing the same with his boxers, before bending down and capturing one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.

Your back arched as he twirled his tongue around one of the buds, while pinching the other, making your breath hitch, “Oh, Elliot.”

He chuckled against you, before leaning upwards, tapping the head of his thick cock against your puffy clit. It was red and swollen, “Wanna eat this pussy, but there’s no time,” he panted, shocks of pleasure traveling up your cunt as he rubbed his tip against your slippery pearl,

“So for now—I’ll just fuck you, baby.”

Your lips fell open as he slowly slid inside, the corner of his cock disappearing between your click folds. A loud cry emitted from your bruised up lips, your nerves on fire, as he let out a groan, “Holy shit—does it hurt to be this fucking tight?” He gasped out, planting his hands onto either side of you before snapping his hips against you, pecking your lips, “Lemme hear you, c’mon. No one can hear you out here.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, tits bouncing as he began thrusting at an insane speed, hands flying to his shoulders, “Feels so—oh my god—!”

“God can’t help you out here, sweetheart.”

And then at an inhumane speed, began brutally fucking into your pussy, cock sliding in and out as your juices made impure sounds into the night air. He was so deep, reaching the end of your cervix, making you tremble in his hold as he panted in your ear. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled you onto his cock, making you scream, eyes squeezing shut as his name kept falling from your lips in pathetic chants.

Then, he pulled out, making you frown from the emptiness, “Why—ah!”

He rubbed his fingers quickly over your pearl, which was slick from your own cum, before crossing your eyes and feeling the knot snap in your abdomen. He smiled down at you wickedly as it hit you unexpectedly. You grit your teeth as you felt your ears ring for a moment, panting heavily, before he shoved himself back inside of you without giving you a moment to rest.

Due to the sensitivity, you cringed slightly, hold jerking as his thumb planted onto your clit, “Please, faster,” you begged, “Fuck—you’re so big, holy shit!”

His hand flew to your throat, squeezing it to block your airways. He fucked you without mercy, other hand pinching your clit, as you felt another orgasm begin to build up inside of you. He looked like a fallen angel—brows furrowed in concentration but a big grin plastered on his face, looking like he was enjoying having a mortal fall apart for him.

It was a dream. Well, like a dream. A sheet of sweat covered his chest, making him sparkle in the light, fangs protruding from his teeth as his eyes were entirely red. It turned you on even more, and when you gasped for breath, he groaned, “You’re so hot. All vulnerable for me, letting me do anything to you. Fucking slut.”

“I’m your slut,” you whimpered.

He delivered an extra harsh thrust, making your tummy clench, “Yeah, I know. I know, baby.”

You began to get drunk on his cock, a few mud stains on his cheeks, and probably on yours too; but you didn’t care. As long as he kept drilling into you like this.

Growing close again, he pressed down on your bud, making your thighs shake as you looked up at him with big eyes, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—!”

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled the promise before dipping his teeth into the jugular of your neck, the pain setting you off.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your high peaked, feeling juices splatter onto the both of you as your throat pulsed, “Cumming!”

It was the strongest orgasm you ever had, hitting you for longer than usual, making your figure fall limp as tears rolled down your cheeks. You let out garbled sounds as you drowned in the pleasure, before it came to a stop, Elliot rocking his head back before letting out an animalastic shout, pulling out before pumping his cum onto your pussy.

You laid there, twitching, watching him with admiration as the blood ran down his chin, dripping onto his chest, as his eyes flashed to white as his climax hit him hard.

When he began to ground himself again, his eyes returned back to regular size, pupils red like before, as his chest sunk in relief. He looked down at you, your chest heaving as you gulped, wincing when you moved your neck, “Ah..shit.”

“My bad,” he muttered, leaning down and swiping his tongue over the wound, and it began to heal itself. You blinked at him in confusion as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, answering your questions in your mind, “My saliva has a healing remedy.”

“Oh.”

He handed you your jeans as you pulled your top back up, “By the way,” he added, sending you a shit eating grin, making you look up at him as you moved to sit up,

“You taste really fucking good, babe.”

When you two had returned back to the house that night, Belen spotted you both with knots in your hair, dirt all over your skin, with pink cheeks and wide eyes. With a mere chuckle, he went back to pushing his glasses up his nose before scribbling down into his notebook once again and sorting papers at the table.

“Get yourself cleaned up, children.”

He knew exactly what you two did.

Well, it had been a week since their family took you in—and you hadn’t really made an effort to leave. You didn’t have family, most of them either being dead or living out of state, and you hated the man you worked for.

What’s wrong with missing for a few more days?

But then days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You hadn’t even realized how long you’d been away from civilization until Alana mentioned it to you as you both cleaned out the pots, “It’s been two months since you’ve arrived. Don’t you miss anyone out there, dear?”

You shook your head, handing her the pot you rinsed with the water that boiled in the bucket, “I don’t have family—actually. Mom died at a young age so I’ve been in an out of foster care.”

“And your father?”

“Absent.”

She nodded with a look of pity, “Elliot was the same as you,” she brought him up with a knowing smile, knowing about you two.

You weren’t exactly discreet. Multiple times in the week, you two would sneak off in the middle of the night, him fucking the life outta you at the same spot each time by the lake. He knew how to make you feel good, even when you weren’t sure it would, and would feed off of you sometimes during it. But he never went as far as hurting you, so you didn’t see a reason to stop.

Blushing, you stared at her, voice small,

“How so?”

“His original family were the bad kind of vampires,” she explained, “The kind the media knows about. Belen and I were hunting when we heard a baby crying—and found this little thing all naked and shivering from the cold, left abandoned in a pile of leaves. The symbol on the back of his head meant he was part of a cult that did…heinous things to humans.”

Your brows furrowed as you listened on.

“We saved him, like we saved you. We took him in, and raised him as our own. I’ve tried to tell him about his past, but he doesn’t want to hear it—as if he was ashamed.”

“I see,” you gulped, “So—he never killed anyone?”

She shook her head, laughing, “Of course not. He may seem tough, but he’s actually a sweet boy.”

You smiled as she poured you a cup of water, handing it to you, “I think he likes you.”

Your cheeks turned red, raising a brow as you sipped it, “Has he said anything?”

“No,” she shrugged, finishing up the last pot, “But I know my son. Especially when he’s interested in someone. He’s home more often now, and actually smiles. So either he likes you, or he’s gone crazy.”

You laughed at her words, tracing your finger on the rim of the cup, wondering about Elliot. You had grown to like him, a lot actually, but it was a tough situation. He was a vampire. It was forbidden for a human to stay forever in Vacuo; and vice versa. Your smile slipped when your overthinking consumed you.

“I have to back, though,” you muttered, placing the cup onto the counter, “Right?”

Alana looked at you, her face blank and solemn, before nodding stiffly.

“I’m afraid so.”

You didn’t want to hear that.

“Hold on tight, princess.”

You let out a shout as Elliot flew into the air, his feet floating above the ground as it became smaller and smaller.

You had admitted that you always wanted to fly, so Elliot being the gentleman he was, wanting to complete those wishes. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly as he securely held you, the wind splashing you in the face as you let out a scream of joy, making him chuckle. The stars, real or not, seemed beautiful to you as you passed over the trees, which covered the entirety of the city.

“It’s beautiful,” you shouted, and he held your waist, adjusting you so that your stomach faces the ground. Your eyes rounded as he purred in your ear.

“Trust me, Y/N.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, “Raise your arms.”

You did what he said, and then opened your eyes, letting out laughs of disbelief. You were flying.

He held you by your hips, strong hands digging into your flesh, as you flapped your arms like a bird, “I’m flying,” you cried out, not noticing his eyes burning into your features, dazed smile on his lips as he watched you silently, “Oh my—Look at that!”

He dived down with you, letting your fingertips reach down and drag them across the body of water. It was cold against your flesh, but refreshing, giggling as he swooped back up over the trees once again. He spun around in a circle, letting out a boyish laugh, both of you giggling before he sat on top one of the trees, helping you take a seat on the branches before doing so himself.

Your legs were swung over each side, standing, as he sat beside you, his leg hitting yours as you sighed dreamily, “This is like a dream. God—I would love to be one of you.”

His smile faded, being replaced with a hard look.

“Don’t say that,” he spat.

Your brows furrowed, “What? It’s amazi—“

“Yeah, it’s amazing when it’s a choice, but being forced to live out this life against your will is different,” he threw at you harshly, your heart sinking at his bitter tone, “You don’t have the peace of sleeping. You stay awake—all the time. Forcing to live with your thoughts without a break. You always want to snap the neck of whatever thing has blood pumping inside of it, and are castaways to the real society. So don’t ever say that ever again, Y/N. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.”

You bit your lip, looking down at your lap.

“I’m sorry.”

After a few moments, he sighed, hand flying to your cheek to make you look up at him. He offered you a soft smile, which was warm and comforting, the one you loved.

“My mother told me you were leaving.”

You nodded sadly, “I have to.”

“I know,” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbone in circles, “I just wish—it could be different. That’s all. You make me feel like…a human.”

His words shocked you, a grin reaching your eyes. He reflected if, chuckling lowly as his eyes gazed down into yours.

“Promise you won’t forget me.”

You placed your hand on top of his, “I could never.”

He delved down and pressed his lips to yours, making you sniffled against him, unknowing of the fact that a tear rolled down your cheek. Elliot pulled away, looking bothered by the fact that you were heartbroken over him; his face tight as he pulled you into his chest, rubbing his thumb on the back of your head, “Don’t cry. I can’t handle it.”

“Turn me,” you whispered, wondering if he heard you. But when his muscles in his chest tensed beneath you—you knew he heard.

His voice was still soft.

“No.”

“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. His eyes found yours as your bottom lip shook,

“I can’t live without you. Please. We could—be together forever.”

His eyes burned into yours. He seemed to contemplate the idea, but after a moment, he shook his head. Dammit. “You say that now, but what if in a year you change your mind too late. What if you end up hating me?”

“I could never,” you quickly shot back, holding his face in your hands. “It’s not in me to hate you, Elliot.”

He looked to the side, out at the view, taking a deep breath. Your eyes shined as you watched him with angst, hoping he would do ask you asked. You had decided that your life wouldn’t be the same without him; for he had give you a purpose. Him and his family. You could take care of him, and give him the love he ceased to have.

He licked his lips, then looked back down at you to trace his thumb over your bottom lip, “How about this…”

He sighed again, pulling his mouth to the side.

“Leave for a year. Live your life, date, whatever humans do. Then if you come back—I’ll change you. I’ll do whatever you ask me to, since I am yours.”

You blinked up at him with glossy eyes, “A year? That’s a long time, Elliot.”

“I know.”

“You would turn me if I came back?”

He nodded, “I would.”

“Promise?”

He chuckled, grabbing your pinky, and twisted it with his. You broke out into a smile, “I promise, Y/N.”

You didn’t want to agree to it; but it’s the best it was going to get. Sending him a tight nod, you mumbled an okay, hearing him hum in content before pulling you back into his chest. You could’ve sworn, almost on your life, that you heard a heartbeat.

Had you brought back his humane side?

And so, for the next few days, you spent all your time together. Elliot was memorizing every part of your body, and didn’t seem to have as much patience when it came to fucking you.

It was the night before you were leaving, and you knew that he was covering him being upset by acting dominant. He would avoid your questions asking if he was alright, instead kissing you on the lips, and now was no different.

The others went hunting for the day, leaving you two alone in the cottage. Elliot didn’t waste any time, ripping your shirt from your body—the one his mother had made for you made of rags. It tore easily, cluttering to the floor, before shoving your pants down your legs. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and rough, before slamming you down onto the fur blanket that laid on the floor.

You rested on your elbows, looking down at him with hooded eyes, as he dragged his lips down to your navel. He didn’t break eye contact, your skin tingling from the way he touched you, before he sunk his teeth into the inside of your thigh, “Elliot!”

Back arching off the ground, he hummed, his eyes turning entirely white as he drank from you. It caused a frenzy in your core, pain heading straight to your clit, which throbbed painfully beneath the fabric of your underwear. He gulped before pulling his fangs out, scarlett liquid dripping down your thighs and off his chin, before forcing your thighs apart.

Tearing off your panties, your eyes rounded, before his eyes set on your pussy. It was puffy and swollen, shining with your cum, “Fuck,” he groaned out—before diving in head first. His lips wrapped around your aching clit, making you wail, as he flicked repeatedly at the sensitive nub, “Can’t get over how you taste. Love how your little clit pulses on my tongue.”

You choked on your sob as your fingers grabbed the back of his head, rolling your pussy onto his greedy mouth. He slurped and sucked sloppily, covering your entire mound with his lips, as he thrusted his tongue deep inside of your slick walls. They clamped down on the strong muscle, “I’m already close,” you rasped, stomach clenching, “Slow down—don’t wanna cum yet, Ellie.”

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled before shoving three of his thin fingers into your quivering hole, not giving you time to adjust before slamming them repeatedly into your pussy. He grinned evilly as you cried out his name,

“You’re gonna cum lots of times tonight, baby.”

And then he slapped your clit with his other hand, narrowing his eyes, “Now come. Come fucking hard for me, Y/N.”

When he slapped your clit again, the cool medal of his ring set you off to your first high, mouth falling open as a silent screech escaped your shaking figure. He watched you with intense eyes as you crumbled apart, hot waves of pleasure hitting you constantly, before he spat onto your pearl again—rubbing it with his thumb as he began to overstimulate you, “Hold on—“ You groaned, trying to sit up to stop his movements, “I can’t—wait—“

You tried to run away from his lips, but he held you down, still rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out at his vampire like place. Lifting your entire upper body off the ground, your hands gripped your breasts, eyes squeezing shut, “Again now,” he commanded, his voice gruff,

“Don’t make me wait. I hate waiting.”

“Oh my fucking god—Elliot!”

You screamed. Screamed to the heavens, if there were any. You thrashed your hips as he sucked on your clit, nibbling on the skin, which broke the second knot in your tummy, “I’m—I’m—I’m—“

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came again, at the expense of his hands, as he hummed while licking you through your orgasm. But then your thighs closed, pushing him away, as you began to heave heavily, looking up to the ceiling.

Your nerves were hyper sensitive. Black dots filling your vision, your ears rang as you felt him rub your thighs, “Come back,” he whispered, pecking your hipbone, “You’re okay. I got you. Just breathe through your nose.”

Looking down at him, his eyes rounded in worry, “Do you want to continue?”

“Please,” you begged, almost too quickly. He smiled.

Taking off his own skinny jeans, they hit the floor before he guided his fat cock onto the top of your clit, making you jolt from your previous orgasms. He snickered, making you slap his shoulder, withdrawing a quiet sorry from him.

Not breaking eye contact, you both gasped in unison when his tip slide into your gushing pussy, due to your climax. His forehead rested against yours as he breathed in your face, “So warm,” he groaned, slowly rolling his hips into yours, “—so…tight. Nothing will ever feel as good as you, ever.”

Your heart bloomed at his confession, chest pressed against his, as his hip bone rutted against your pearl, peeking out from beneath its hood. Your face scrunched up as he picked up his speed, stuttering breaths and skin slapping filling the room. Elliot filled you up entirely, leaving no space for anyone else, as his cock deliciously rubbed against the border of your cervix, “Please…please…Elliot.”

“What?” He cooed, “What is it? What do you want, baby?”

“To cum,” you pleased, with burning eyes and pink cheeks.

You didn’t need to say anything else. His thrust became erratic and desperate to finish the both of you off, wrapping both of your legs around his slim waist. His eyes bored into yours as his fangs popped out, and dipped down to the crook of your neck, stabbing into the flesh. He groaned as you let out muffled sobs, coming undone from the pain, your walls pulsating and spasming around his cock.

“I’m coming, yes!”

Your body locked up as aftershocks ripples through you, Elliot rocking his head back as the red substance was smeared across his lips. Eyes blown and lustful, you pushed him off you, before beginning to ride his cock to another orgasm. His brows rose as you planted your hands onto his chest, bouncing up and down, determined to make you both come at the same time.

But no—he wouldn’t let you control.

He grabbed your hips, before planting his feet onto the ground, and quickly began to hammer his hips into yours. Your eyes bulged as you screamed his name, before leaning down and kissing him, the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue from his lips.

He didn’t relent, going in harder, now chasing his orgasm. Your hand flew to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I have the prettiest girl coming on my dick,” he mumbled against your lips, “Never gonna forget this. Never gonna forget you.”

“Me either,” you promised, “I won’t. I can’t. You’re it for me.”

His teeth sunk into your bottom lip—

You came. And he did too. You didn’t worry about getting pregnant, or anything else in that moment. Just the way his warm cum spurted inside of you, moans and cries fleeing from your bleeding lips as he sucked on the open wound. Your heart hammered in your chest as he cursed loudly,

“I love you so fucking much—fuck!”

Swirling your fingers on the back of his neck as he came down, you two staid there, as he held you. His confession made a smile grow onto your tired face, and in a small whisper, you spoke into the silence.

“I love you too.”

“Here,” Scarlett’s voice was soft, as she handed you her purple flower crown. Your heart tore as you accepted it, before giving her a small—sad smile. Her tone was quiet as her beautiful large eyes blinked up at you, “—I made it for you. So that you don’t forget me.”

Your eyes burned with tears as you took the small girl into your arms, huggjng her tightly as you thanked her in her ear with a whisper. She smelled of cranberries and faint perfume, her small figure slightly shaking in your arms. Pulling away, you wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek, before patting her cheek gently,

“I could never forget a princess like you, Scar.”

She blinked with her glossy eyes, before looking down at the ground to refrain from crying. You have a hug to Belen, telling him how thankful you were that he had saved you, leading him to reply with a noble of course. He patted your shoulder before tipping his chin downward, a tight smile on his porcelain skin, “You have grown to be a daughter to me. Your presence will forever warm my heart, Y/N.”

Nodding stiffly, your face twisted when you fell into Alana’s arms. Crying into her shoulder, she hummed as she held you, her strands rubbing your nose as her scent of cinnamon filled your senses, “Thank you so much,” your voice shook, clinging tighter to her, “I forever owe you. Thank you…for showing me what having a mother felt like.”

Her hand rubbed your back, her voice in your ear.

“Thank you for reminding me what it felt like to be human, Y/N.”

Letting out another sob, you pulled away, and her hands reached to wipe your tears. Her own were shining with moisture, as she took a step back, your wrist being pulled from behind. Elliot lead you out silently as you waved at the three of them goodbye, and when the front door slammed shut, your teeth gritted as it took everything within you to not jump back into their arms.

You spun around to face him, shaking your head quickly before shoving your head into his chest, “Please, not yet. I need you. Please don’t leave me, Elliot.”

His arms wrapped around your figure, his chin digging into the top of your head,

“You’ll come back to me. I know you will,” his voice shook, but it seemed like he did his best to remain calm. You pulled away from him too look him in the eyes, as he held your face in his hands, pressing you’re foreheads together, “Come back to me, Y/N.”

“I will,” you chanted as he picked you up in his arms.

“I will I will I will I will will I will—“

His touch vanished, leaving you cold, as your eyes peeled open.

You were on the side of a highway.

Elliot was gone.

You turned around, looking behind you. There weren’t any trees—just buildings that surrounded you. Beginning to hyperventilate, you let out a shout of his name, “Elliot! Elliot!”

Your hand flew to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a cry.

“I’ll come back,” you whispered, looking up at the sky. Your voice wavered, hoping he could hear you.

“I’ll come back.”

Your eyes shot open, gasping for air as you peeled your eyes open. Your hands were on your steering wheel, looking with wide eyes, as you realized you must’ve fallen asleep on your way back to the office. Mumbling a curse, you stepped a bit more on the gas, furrowing your brows as you felt like you were forgetting something.

And here’s what it was—

Elliot forgot to tell you one thing.

When a human enters Vacuo, they will leave with no memory of whatever occurred within. And he knew that, and didn’t want to isolate you from your life, so he risked losing you because he cared too much.

But he waited there, at your spot by the lake, hoping you would somehow return back to him. That you would remember and come back into his arms.

But he knew he was being silly.

Because you wouldn’t remember. And you would live on.

And he would always be just a castaway.

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dominic fike x reader

warning(s): smutty smut smutt yo, try at some plot yet again, lil long and all that…this filthy yall

a/n: there's for sure a ton of grammar edits that need to be made, so bear with me while i work on them! i can never seem to catch them all first day

enjoy, thanks to this yummy ass freaky ass request lmao 💗 sorry it took so long, i'm a slow writer...

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You sit between Dominic, your thighs spread and thrown over his legs. 

He lays back against the headboard, pink blankets, and furry throw pillows around the two of you as he trails his hands up your quivering legs. 

Your canopy, a sheer pink fabric floating above your bed, does little to hide the two of you. 

His warm palm contradicts the chill of the rings littering his fingers–and it makes you jolt when they caress your inner thigh.

He’s fully dressed. 

A well-worn leather jacket, its surface scuffed and softened with time, hangs open over a plain fitted t-shirt, showing his solid build underneath. And jeans, their denim rough against the smooth skin of your legs. 

The build-up to this wasn’t the most ideal. A lot of pent-up frustration. 

He’d asked you to come with him to his YSL after-party. Usually, you'd be ready to transform yourself into his arm candy for the night, the touch of his hand lingering on your lower back as you walked into the club with him. 

But this time, a different kind of excitement bubbled within you – your best friend's birthday. 

You'd promised weeks ago to go clubbing with her and some friends, and the thought of letting her down felt worse than seeing the frown that started creasing your boyfriend's forehead. 

A tense silence stretched over the two of you. 

"You're going out with them again?" his voice was flat, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. 

"It's Aria's birthday, Dom," you said, jutting your hip and leaning your weight to your right leg. "I promised weeks ago."

"This is the third time this month you’ve blown me off," he countered, sucking his teeth. "It's a big night for me. You fuckin’ know that man!” 

A part of you understood, a nagging guilt prickling at your conscience. Maybe if you’d mentioned her birthday earlier, things could have been different.

But you also had a life, commitments you couldn't break at the last minute. Silence stretched between you again before you stated you were going for a shower, not having the energy for an argument. 

You came out of the bathroom to an empty apartment, and anger started to simmer at your throat.

No goodbye. No I love you. 

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. Tonight was about Aria. Not you, and not your pissy boyfriend. You wouldn't let his actions ruin your night. 

Glancing at your phone, you switched it off. Letting silence and your disconnect speak for you. You hope he got the message. 

He did. 

Swaying slightly, you walked back into your apartment, the gems stitched into your tight two-piece glimmering in the warped light of the city skyline that was bleeding in through your windows.  

It was your skimpiest set, one that usually earned a cheeky ass grab from Dominic.  

You’d worn it once and promised to only wear it when going out with him. 

Which is why he clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose when he saw you saunter in through the door at two am in that same set—reaching for the wall to peel off your boots. 

Completely oblivious to his presence. 

He watched as a naive giggle escaped your lips when you turned to look at yourself in the hallway mirror. 

Your mascara and eyeliner smudged and the glitter eyeshadow you'd swiped from Aria’s makeup bag, migrated into tiny, shimmering stars under your eyes. 

Your eyes are red and lidded, a remnant from the blunt you and her hotboxed the car with before she dropped you off. 

Combined with the tequila swirling in your system, you were in a heady euphoria. Ready for sleep, the comfort of your pajamas, and your bed.

Breathing a content sigh, you turned towards the living room, and your playful smile vanished the moment your eyes met your boyfriend's sprawled form on the couch.

The tequila shots sloshed comfortably in your stomach, but the weed buzzed through you. Your limbs felt light, almost detached, and the edges of the room seemed hazy.

Dominic was the only thing your mind was processing. 

Your argument replayed in your mind, a sour note against the fuzzy high. He sat with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, legs sprawled, and his posture slouched. 

His gaze roamed your body, lingering a second too long on your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your top, before flicking back up to meet your eyes. 

He looked pissed, and a chill of satisfaction wisped over you. 

With an off balanced sway in your hips, you stumbled over to him, ready to piss him off more than he already looked. 

The closer you got, the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of a strain you’re familiar with. He was high, pupils dilated and glassy, mirroring yours. 

There was an edge to him, a dangerous undercurrent, that fueled your ego. A twisted knot of pleasure growing in your chest knowing you were the reason for it. 

You grinned, throwing one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. Dominic lifts his eyes to yours, staring you down despite being under you. 

You feel his body flex.  

“Awh, you look upset baby.” you pouted, voice dripping with mock sympathy. You tilted your head to the side raking your acrylics through his hair, sweeping it back from his face. His eyebrow piercing glinted when his head knocked to the side under the aggression of your hand. 

The saccharine dripping from your voice was enough to curdle milk. "What’s wrong? You can tell Mama." you cooed, nodding with fake concern. Words a little slurred.

Dominic's jaw clenched, a flicker of something like a warning sparking in his eyes before he let out a humorless breath, licking his bottom lip and looking away from your face. 

His leg started to bounce, a telltale sign of his patience wearing thin.

You weren't sure where this new attitude came from, but thrill snaked through you as you realized you were effectively getting under his skin. 

The earlier fight still hung heavy for you, and you found yourself reveling in this power trip. 

Before he could pull away, your hand tightened around the fist full you had of his hair and yanked him back to face you. 

"Oh, I think I know," you purred. "Is Dommy mad that I turned my phone off?" You pouted again, the childish facade at odds with the grin on your lips. 

You had turned your phone back on while hotboxing Aria's Jeep. The string of missed calls, texts, and slurred voicemails all pinged in the moment your screen lit up.

The smirk on your face was evil, smug even as you and Aria mocked through them all.

"Yeah, that's what it is, isn't it? Or is it because I wore your favorite little two-piece without you?” 

You pulled his head back so his adams apple was barred, “Maybe next time don’t leave without acknowledging me first, yeah?” 

You leaned in, lips hovering over Dominic’s. You could smell the mint and alcohol in his breath, before moving to his ear. 

“Fuck you.” You whispered, patting his cheek. 

Pleased, you moved to get off him but halted when his hand grabbed at your hips and squeezed tight, forcing you back. You gasped at the sudden pressure, wincing slightly when he pressed harder over the bone. 

“Are you fucking stupid?” Before you could sass him back, Dominic’s hand flew to your neck and pressed at the pleasure points on the side of your throat.

“Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to let you talk to me like that?” Your clit pulsed, this is a side of your boyfriend you aren’t familiar with. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting worked up by it. You pressed down on his lap and felt his dick hard and poking in his jeans–a grin spread across your lips. 

“But you like it,” You wrapped your fingers around his hand on your neck, and slightly squeezed, not breaking eye contact. “Don’t you?” 

And now you’re in your current position.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Dominic mutters. The hand that’s not working your thigh, sliding down your top to fondle your tits. Your nails dig into his leg, a whimper leaving your lips.

“You know better than that.” He flicks your clit through your shorts, and a pathetic squeal comes out of your throat at the pain. This was a Dominic you didn’t know. You’re unsure how to act.

“Dom please,” You breathe, “I didn’t—.”Dominic tuts, and muffles you with the palm of his hand. 

“Yeah, you did, baby.” he slips his hand into your shorts and presses two fingers against your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles that causes your breath to catch. He’s barely applying pressure, just toying with you. 

“No panties huh?” he tilted his head back, nostrils flaring as he expelled a long breath. The movement sent a shiver down your spine, and your stomach lurched. 

You suck in a shaky breath, lips parting to defend yourself when his fingers tap on your lips with surprising force. He pushes them through and lets his middle and index fingers press down your tongue.

“Mm mm, don’t wanna hear it.” he runs his tongue along the shell of your ear and is quick to move his hand up from your shorts–pressing on your abdomen to bring you down when your hips buck up.

“Fuck!” you whine around his fingers, head lolling to the side, hand squeezing at his leather jacket. 

He chuckles and tugs your shorts off, and lands a smack against your sticky cunt before you can sigh in relief at finally having your lower half free.

Your vision blurs for a second, the sharp sting lacing through you. Your eyes fly shut, a surprised gasp leaving you. Fingers twitching. You’ve never felt that before, and your pussy tingles in want at the pleasured pain. 

“You really wanted to piss me off tonight, huh?” his voice comes out scratchy and low. Like a threat, and you can’t help the way your cunt throbs. “Just needed everyone’s fuckin’ attention.”

You try to jerk your thighs close, but Dom’s quicker than you. Free hand firmly gripping the meat of your thigh, and forcefully pressing down your right from the left. 

His fingers still loosely hang out the side of your mouth, your spit slick across the side of your face. Your pussy leaks, both from pain and arousal, and you’re desperate for more. 

Moving you around so that your legs are spread wider Dom pins you firmly against his chest.

“You don’t even deserve this.” he mutters, finally applying pressure to your clit, and your chest stutters. Sweat coats your body in a thin sheen making you appear dewy under the lit skyline pouring through your room window.

Dominic hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers his eyes down to your soaked cunt. He spreads your lips with his pointer and ring finger, the sound lewd. Your juices glimmer in the low light and Dom’s cock twitches in his jeans. You feel him hard and heavy against your lower back.

“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers, using the pad of his middle finger to just barely brush over your clit, then dipping into your pussy to collect your juices. Your body quivers, fingers spazzing when you throw your head back against Dom’s shoulder. 

“I—” You slur, around his fingers. 

“Hm?” He taunts, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and to his lips. You whimper at the loss of contact, eyes blown wide when Dominic makes a show of sucking off fingers. He opens his eyes just barely, and peers over at you. “Where’d all that mouth go?” 

You try to speak again, but your mind blanks when the sound of Dominic’s belt unclasping filters through your ears. In a swift movement, he’s sliding out from behind you and removing his hand from your mouth. 

Immediately you find yourself missing his heat and the heavy pressure of his fingers on your tongue. 

Cool air rushes to your back where he once was and you shiver. 

“God, you really don’t deserve this.” he reiterates, as he removes his jeans. His shirt and jacket follow suit. You watch him in a daze, thrumming in anticipation. 

Just moments ago you were asserting dominance, and now your brain can’t process anything but the man undressing at the foot of your bed. He’s a stark contrast to the pink of your room. He looks out of place, despite being right where you need him. 

He crawls back to you, and for the first time today, Dominic catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your mouths clash in a hungry mesh of spit and tongue. Your highs make everything sloppy and disoriented, and so so good. Blindly grabbing, and taking each other apart. 

Your hand tangles in his curls, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck and earning a grunt that you eagerly swallow. 

Take take take. You need all of him. 

You wander your fingers over the expanse of his body, nails dipping into the ridges of his stomach before slipping into his boxers, and wrapping your hand around his dick. 

Dom shutters, and he pulls away from your lips to grab your wrist–his grip tight in warning. 

“You don’t listen.”  His breath fans hot over your lips, glossy with your shared spit. 

“Please Dom, just, please.” You’re downright whimpering at this point, pleading for him. Gone is your attitude from earlier, and Dominic laughs right in your face. It’s pitiful and he grins. 

“Awh, what's wrong princess?” His forehead creases, mock concern seeping out of his words. He dips his head down to nose at the sensitive spot of your neck, just under your ear. 

“You can tell Daddy.” He nods, curls tickling your cheek. 

Dominic mimics your words from earlier, pinning one of your wrists above your head. Your free hand twitches under his chest, not quite touching, just hanging in the air. Unsure if he wants you touching him.

You’re scared, and so turned on. Pussy fluttering around nothing. 

“Oh, I think I know.” Dom releases your wrist and yanks you back by your hair, baring your throat out to him. Just like you did. 

“You want me to fuck you. That it?” 

You do. So bad. You’re not sure how much more you can take, which is why you’re surprised when you feel your eyes get hot. You’ve never been brought to this point before, and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to leave this headspace. 

You nod your head rapidly, tears glossing your eyes over. “Yes, please, Dom. I’m sorry.” You whisper, peering up at him with how he has your head positioned, and swallowing when you watch the side of his lip twitch up. 

“Maybe next time don’t bitch at me, yeah?” He pats your cheek twice. Just like you did. It stings a little, and your thighs twitch.

Dominic tilts his head to the side, hair sliding to the right with him. He simpers and says nothing. You feel your face start to burn, feeling so small under him like this, a hot tear streams down the side of your face. 

You watch Dom’s eyes follow it with rapt attention, and you part your lips ready to say something, anything, when his eyes snap back to yours and you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your throbbing pussy. 

Your eyes roll, and your mouth hangs open. A silent gasp stuck in your throat. 

You’ve fucked your boyfriend many times before. But this, this, is surreal. Feeling him like this was new, the bated breath, the heat, the intensity of it all. 

You feel him everywhere all at once, your body pulsating, ears feeling as if they're stuffed with cotton. 

You feel hot, molten almost, but you’re shivering. 

Dom bends your neck back further and nods his head while pushing himself in. Inch by inch you feel him filling you up.

His face is hovering over yours, as he watches you. His lips parted and brushing over your own as he loses himself in your heat. 

“Mhm, that’s it, baby. You feel me?” Dominic mutters against your mouth, and you wither, mindlessly lifting a hand to grab hold of his in your hair. 

You can’t speak, your brain is mush. Not a single thought processing. You feel full, the stretch one that you’ll never get enough of. He’s thick and heavy, and it’s almost too much. 

Then he snaps his hips, and you slur out a curse. A long drawn-out whine leaves you and you squeeze your eyes. If you were in your right mind, you’d almost be embarrassed that such a sound left you. But you aren’t. 

Dominic snaps his hips one more time, and then he’s fucking you as if he’s on borrowed time. His hips grind quick and hard. He untangles his hand from your hair and interlaces it with one of yours, before tucking himself securely in your neck. 

He presses closer to you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Ankles locked tight, and his heavy grunts fall into your neck. 

He’s a mess of praise and curses, your bodies sticking together and the smell of sex hot in the air. 

Your body jolts up with each thrust and you use your free arm to wrap around Dom’s back. Your acrylics scratch into his skin as you try to ground yourself. 

But you need more. 

“More, Dom,” You gasp out. “Please.”

He’s manhandling you around before your mind could process it. Head lifted from your neck as he turned you over on your stomach in a heated frenzy. 

Your face is mushed into your pillows at the foot of your bed, ass perked up.

“Never satisfied are you?” Dom grunts, slipping back inside you and giving you just what you asked for. He leans down so he’s molded to the shape of your back, and grabs hold of your throat from the front. 

You’re being fucked dumb, have no idea what you’re saying. If you’re even saying anything at all. Body tingling everywhere. 

“You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” Dominic praises, reveling in how good your pussy sucks him in. How warm and gummy you feel around him. Squeezing him just right. 

You’re both intertwined with pleasure, in a conjoined headspace that you hope never ends. You don’t even know how you both got to this point anymore. What you were arguing about in the first place.  Just that you want to keep fucking like this, want to always feel him like this. 

You start to feel yourself getting lifted off the mattress and then you’re on your knees, Dominic’s front still molded to your back. He reaches around and squeezes your right tit, fingers rolling your nipple. 

You reach back and grip his hair when he starts leaving messy kisses down the side of your throat. 

“Look. Look at yourself while I fuck you.” Dom orders, his voice vibrates through you and it takes all you have to peel your eyes open to see yourself through the mirror. 

It’s in the corner of your room, and you can only see the side of you and Dom as he snaps his hips into you. Your eyes lock with his through the mirror. He’s already staring at you through his lashes, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His gaze is primal, something wicked and you feel your stomach start to tighten, pussy spazzing around him. 

“Oh fuck m’ gonna cum. Gonna cum.” you slur. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He moves down to start rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you arch your back, throwing your head against his shoulder. A chorus of yes’s. 

“Look.” He grunts again, hand moving off your neck to firmly grip your jaw and force your face back to the mirror. You look a fucking mess.

That coil in your stomach tying a knot so tight, you’re not sure you’re ready for it to snap. But you need it too. Need it so fucking bad. 

You bring a hand to grip Dom's arm that's resting on your abdomen, toes curled tight. 

“Right there, right there!” You squeal, feeling yourself weaken in his hold when his tip hits that spongy spot within in your walls. Dom feels it too, and pushes you back down into your sheets, his pace harder in the new position. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding your middle half in a slight arch. 

“Cum for me, you can do it. Make me cum.” He’s whispering in your ear, “So fuckin’ close, cum with me baby. Please.”

And the pleasure that’s been brewing, thrumming throughout your body, pours. 

You cum hard, Dominic’s name high-pitched and breathless when you reach down to tightly grip the corner of your mattress. Back arched high like a cat. 

Your pussy clamps down on him, walls spasming around his dick, and it sets him off. He struggles to keep his eyes open, they’re lidded as he drunkenly loses himself in your pussy, chasing his orgasm. 

You watch him through your mirror. Watch as his mouth drops open. Watch as he drops onto you, squeezing you tight when he finally cums. Painting your walls white, and filling you up. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. Dom starts to pepper kisses on the side of your face, and you turn your head to catch his lips. It’s slower than the one you shared earlier.

Heavy with I’m sorry, and I love you. 

You pull away first, watching as a smile takes over his face. The position you’re in is awkward, but you both don’t care right now. You reach around as best you can and brush his hair back from his eyebrow, softly rubbing your thumb over the piercing. 

“So, how was clubbing without me? Boring huh?” You grin a shit-eating grin, and Dom rolls his eyes when you start laughing. 

“Fuck off.”

strawberry mentos

lucas sinclair x gn!reader

type: literally tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 0.2k

warnings: poorly written smooches, reader’s fav candy is strawberry mentos

summary: kisses with lucas are already sweet enough. even sweeter when you can taste the sugar on his tongue.

inspo: “strawberry kisses” by leanna firestone

a/n: wrote this bc i couldn’t sleep and we need more lucas fics !!!

i pulled away from him, my eyes scanning his face.

“what- what is it?” lucas asks, eyes a little terrified.

i dive back in for another kiss. it’s a press of lips and a swipe of the tongue before i pull away again.

“you taste sweet, sinclair,” i state plainly.

the boy chuckles nervously. “umm… thank you?”

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rodrick gets lost when you ride him. no, not lost as much as distracted.

it's a little comical, really. it's mostly flattering when you watch his eyes focus completely on your tits. but it's also a little funny. there were times where you held back laughter when rodrick's mouth would go slack, his plump lips still glistening from your lip gloss, drool leaking from the corner. he was a big drooler, you knew that. you had the evidence from the nap the two of you had taken earlier still resting on your sternum, right between the things he couldn't keep his eyes—or hands—off of.

you wouldn't call him dumb (at least to his face) in most circumstances, but he tends to get really dumb when you ride him. you've told him as such, cooing down at him as you tipped his chin up with a gentle pull from your pointer finger.

"you've gone dumb on me?" you asked him, your voice more sultry than even you thought you could muster. and it sent him off the deep end. his eyes fluttered shut, and his head tipped all the way back. you actually think he whined, and the stroke to your ego was almost as big as his orgasm.

house of balloons, elliot x reader

synopsis: at a frat party, you fall right into elliot's mysterious and enticing web, and both of you share two desires: sex, and drugs—a recipe for disaster. warning(s): smut (minors dni!!!), college!au, frat boy!elliot, canon ages (over 18), mentions of drug use (c*caine), sexual acts, intoxication, masturbation (fem receiving), praise kink author's note: i think this is one of my favorite imagines... and if the smut sucks i'm sorry x. it's my first time writing it, give me a break. not proofread. wc: 1.6k

Partying was the only way you knew how to take your mind off of the series of woeful ordeals that seemed to always happen to you. Your other remedies? Drugs and sex. To be frank, you couldn’t have one without the other. 

When Maddy extended her invitation to tag along with her and her friends to a frat party, you couldn’t help but enthusiastically accept. You partied with them before and enjoyed yourself, so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to join them once again. 

Now here you were, occupying a spot on the wall, sipping your drink and scoping the scene. The house was packed with intoxicated college students in their twenty-somethings, dancing the night away knowing that the following morning they have classes to attend. 

That was the beauty of university. The fact that if you needed to let loose, you could garner the right connections and ditch your sorrows for the night then bury them. 

Maddy and Cassie were singing their hearts to the song blasting on the speakers on top of the table, catching everyone’s attention. The crowd surrounding them was singing along. Until the DJ abruptly switched the song. It was then you realized quickly what you didn’t like about frat parties, you loathed the music they played. 

The song was so bad that you quickly pushed yourself off the wall and tried to find the nearest empty bedroom. Clutching your cup, you squeeze you past the living room and snuck into the foyer. A DO NOT ENTER sign was plastered on the glass door that separated the rooms, bolded and in red ink. 

Ignoring the sign and quickly glancing around you, you slowly opened the door, and tip-toed through and into the foyer. It was much quieter now that you moved away from the speakers. Your curiosity peaked once you noticed the spiral stairwell, so you walked near the steps and went up to explore the rest of the house. 

There were so many rooms in one hallway, you couldn’t pick, but you settled on the third to the right. You didn’t hear any noise when you pressed your ear against the door, and you assumed it’d be safe to go in.

It was a typical college boy’s bedroom, nothing really out of the ordinary. Cartoon posters, and basketball jerseys on plaques hanging above the king-size bed. The desk was piled with textbooks and loose pieces of paper, as well as other miscellaneous office supplies. And although the desk was messy, the floor of the room was surprisingly clean, almost as if the owner regularly cleaned it.

A clean frat boy is, without a doubt, a rare occurrence.

You became so entranced with examining this random person’s bedroom that you hardly noticed the toilet in the connecting bathroom flush. You jump as a figure emerges from the bathroom, and you are met with his slightly startled brown eyes and dirty-blonde outgrown hair.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked

“Who the fuck are you?” you quickly rebuttal. You realized it was a stupid question to ask, considering that he may or may not be the owner of this room and you invaded it, but you were drunk and high off of two whole blunts. Everything from when you finished your last cup to now was hazy, but not enough to lead you completely incoherent.

“You’re in my room, you’re not even supposed to go past the sign on the door.”

“I’m aware,” you reply, trekking towards his bed and plopping on the edge, “The music sucked so I wanted to get away.”

“You could've gone outside,” he furrowed his brows at you while you ran your hands on the bed.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t…” your voice trailed off as your gaze diverted from the little doodles you were drawing on his blanket and up at his. It didn’t take long for you to notice how dilated his pupils were.

You shot up off the bed and walked closer to him, “You happen to know anybody that can hook me up?”

His eyes stayed on yours as you approached them, and his face went from confused to perplexed at the drop of a hat. A slight smirk ticked at the corner of your lip and you knew you had hit the jackpot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, looking off to the side with a small grin.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Oh come on, you can’t fool me. I know a plug when I see one.”

His eyes widened shockingly and chuckled at your comment, “Wow, now I’m being profiled by the random girl who snuck into my room asking for drugs?”

“Wow, now I’m being judged by the boy pretending not to be a drug dealer?” you playfully shot back at him, with a tilt in your head and crossing your arms.

Another laugh escaped both his and your lips and you spun on your feet and went back to glancing around the room, “Your room is nice… typical… but nice. And your blanket is fun to draw on.”

“Thanks, random girl who snuck into my room.” you could hear his shoes tapping against the wood floor as he followed you, supposedly making sure you didn’t find what you were looking for.

But apparently, this man could read minds, because when you turned back around he was staring at you with a tight-lipped smile on his face and waving a baggy of white powder in the air, “Is this what you’re looking for.”

You narrowed your brows at him and hummed, “Perhaps… perhaps it is.”

He inched closer to you, a little too close, and toyed with the baggie near your face, “You’re cute.” Was all he said after running the bag across your lips and then walking back toward the bathroom.

“Just cute? Not hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, stunning,” you trailed off.

“Hot? Nobody says that anymore.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I do,” You looked around for the bathroom and went inside, watching as he swiftly snorted a line off of the counter, “That was hot.”

He skimmed up at you with a smirk, “Want some?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you said, entering the bathroom, not breaking the contact that you made with his eyes. They were seductive. Enticing, even. Just the mere glance was enough to send you over the edge. But you kept your composure, breaking the contact when you peeked down at the line that he cut just for you.

A smile etched your face as you plugged your right nostril with your freshly manicured nails, leaned lower toward the countertop, and snorted the contents through your other nostril.

The rush hit your body almost instantly, sending eclectic waves up and down your spine. The feeling was entirely too euphoric to explain, but you knew that you had snorted quality cocaine.

You turned around and glanced at yourself in the mirror, disregarding him leaning in the doorway, just watching you, “You’re creeping me out, boy with no name.”

“Elliot.” He muttered, still watching you. 

You spun around and leaned against the counter, “Thanks for the coke, Elliot.”

The room fell silent, all that could be heard was the slight thumping against the floor from the loud music playing downstairs. You were enjoying this quiet, yet awkward sexual tension that filled the air. 

It was confusing because the silence normally wouldn't weird you out enough to leave, but for some reason, this silence was reeling you in a different direction. A direction that made your body hot and steamy, waiting for him to touch you with his ring-stacked fingers.

That was put to a halt when your vision started drifting elsewhere and you felt his body moving closer to yours, “I guess we’re skipping the formalities,” you mumbled as he cupped your behind and placed you on top of the counter.

His lips softly connected with the flesh on your neck, “I guess so.” He placed kisses along your jawline and then met your lips. You threw your arms on his shoulders and allowed his hands to roam free along the lower half of your body.

He kissed you with so much passion, that you would've thought you were the love of his life and not a random girl in search of drugs like he had said before.

His hand abruptly latched on the hem of your skirt and slowly pulled it down, but his lips never met yours. You noticed that he was a really good kisser. Good enough to make you mewl when he nibbled on your bottom lip.

His fingers danced along your sides, then between your thighs. He took his thumb and began rubbing on your bud through your panties, causing your breathing to hitch. You leaned your body back against the mirror and watched as he began picking up the pace.

He continued to rub circles on your clit and lifted his free hand to your chin, “Look at me, okay?”

You responded with a nod and a pleasurable moan. You tried to keep your eyes on his but as he continued to go faster and faster, you could feel your legs start to quiver.

“Damn, your moans are cute too,” He said with a smile on his face, “And the face you make when you’re about to cum.”

You felt it coming. You knew it was coming. The closer it was the more your head started to loll backwards. 

“I’m about to–”

“I know, baby,” he cut you off and sped up the circular motions his fingers were making on your sensitive bud, “You can cum. Go ahead, be a good girl, and cum for me.”

And just like that, you became undone against his ringed fingers and breathing heavily. Elliot licked his fingers clean and then pulled you off the counter and engulfed you in a tongue-filled kiss.

“I don’t even know your name,” he said when you broke the kiss.

“You don’t have to.”

xavier thorpe x reader - getting high and having sex

“Lighter?” You whisper, voice so meek and sweet it completely transcends Xavier to a different dimension.

He gawks at you with big, doe eyes. The bedroom is dark but rays of moonlight cascade on his angelic features. His pupils are blown, cloudy whites unblinking as he studies your face from where you’re sitting on top of him. That’s how you end up smoking most of the time - sitting in Xavier’s lap and sharing lazy kisses. Or simply admiring each other, like he does right now.

Your beauty outshines every work of art, he thinks to himself but is too high to form any coherent sentences. All he can do is express his love through the way he stares at you, so entranced that he’s incapable of remembering what you even asked for.

“Huh?” It feels like an eternity until he inquires.

“Lighter. Need the uh… lighter.”

You’re both high and didn’t even need that much this time - that’s how good Ajax’s current stash is.

“Right. Lighter,” he repeats, fumbling with the pockets of his pants.

His fingers seem disoriented, addled brain trying to zap back and remember where that goddamn lighter is. Despite feeling likes he’s moving at the speed of light, he’s actually sluggish, barely finding the strength to lift you up. He finds it under your butt eventually, right between his thighs, and the laughter that follows is genuine.

When you light a second joint, he is taken aback by your features gleaming before the blazing flame. The fire puts a spotlight on your face and he beams at the reddish blur adorning the whites of your eyes. You’re just as high as he is, he concludes.

“Come here,” he demands in his dazed state, right after you take the first puff.

It’s not the first time he’s asking for this so you know what to do, inching closer and parting your lips at the same time he gapes his. This way, the cloud of smoke travels from your mouth to his. He inhales it all, lungs filling up with nothing but heaviness. When he exhales, you place a gentle hand on his throat. He smiles in return.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. You’re just so pretty,” you murmur, the pad of your thumb traveling from his Adam’s apple to his mouth.

“Yeah?” He retorts, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

At least until he parts them to suck on your digit. You shudder at the gesture and roll your hips over his, butt pressing onto his crotch. The staccato breath he lets out makes you chuckle.

“Yeah. Too pretty,” you continue to taunt.

Normally, he would blush at your compliments. Maybe even refute them, auburn strands never failing to tumble over his face to mask the heat radiating off his cheeks.

This time, however, his hair is in a half-bun, and his face is as pale as ever. Your words have no intimidating effect.

If anything, they spur him on - lanky fingers stealing the joint from your hand. He draws a puff, narrowed eyes fixed on you until the exhale reduces your face to a blur. For his sanity, it’s only for a split of a second. And, then, his gaze resumes devouring you.

“Pretty enough to put my dick in you?”

The nonchalance he exudes takes you by surprise and the laugh that erupts from your throat is accompanied by a cheeky simper of his own.

“You wanna fuck me right now?”

“Especially right now,” he explains and you’ve never agreed more.

Shifting in his lap, you pull your panties to the side and expose your puffy cunt. He palms it just as idly as he strokes his cock after freeing it from his boxers. The hand he’s working on his shaft with doesn’t even feel like his own - the numbness prickles at his skin while he alternates between ogling your puffy lips and his erect dick.

“Help me,” he whispers, furrowed eyebrows looking down on sweeping lashes.

Snapping out of the trance he’s got you in, you oblige. Damp pussy hovers over his throbbing shaft before it sinks and he watches the fat tip of his cock disappearing between your folds. When the heat embraces him, his head falls back with a groan.

“Shit… so good.”

“Feels good to fill me up?” Riling him up is always so gratifying.

“Mhm, the best,” he agrees, dumb smile directed at the ceiling.

Constellations form before his eyes when you start moving, riding him at a slow and tantalizing pace. He wishes for more but knows he’s incapable of voicing his desire out. Or taking over, for the matter. All he can do is take whatever he’s being given, desensitized hands holding your middle and aiding your slow movements.

The way your pussy sucks him in with every drop of your hips is out of this world, walls molding over his cock in ways that make him swear you were made for him. Your cunt was made to swallow him - he’s sure of it.

“I love you,” he blurts out, voice barely audible.

You catch the words but only because he caught your attention first - gripping the flesh of your breasts until you glanced down at the fucked out look on his face.

“Love you too.”

He’s convinced you do. There’s no way you don’t. Not when you fuck him like that, gyrating your hips until you have his heart in a chokehold. Until you synchronize entirely, body and soul becoming one. Until there’s one fused being floating through the universe, devoid of space and time.