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Bloodlust series:
Pt 1
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Pt 5
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Hi guys!
I am terribly sorry for not being active and leaving you guys on a cliffhanger!!!
I have become what i despise the most lmao... I will start to finish up the rest of the series and its parts soon!
I've been very busy and lowkirkenuenly forgot about this fic...... whoops!
Anyways have a good evening, leave any requests as to what you might want to see happen in this story moving forward!
Question !
Hey everyone for the new bloodlust post there will be a new vampire...so are you guys wanting another dude or a girl I need some opinions
Also the next post won't be for awhile, I'll write when I have time but I can't guarantee it will be done by the end of this next week
Sorry! 🙇♂️
-Also if you guys have an ideas or input on things you might like added into the story feel free to share and thanks for the support
New vampire !
undercover female vampire pretending to be a human
jealous male vampire trying to take you
Other (tell me your ideas)
bloodlust - pt 5 (the rest of it lol)
pairing- vampire x reader
Summary- You booked a week's long stay at a ski resort to get away from your troubled family, as you were skiing you crashed into a tree, you woke late at night during a bad snowstorm but you were rescued by a strange man. Over the days you spent together you grew closer.
Warnings- smut, fluff, vampire, blood k¡nk, fingering, makeout, grinding, (okay they freaky)
Notes- READ OTHER PARTS BEFORE READING THIS!!
uh so part 6 is gonna take longer because I'll be busy, if there are any spelling mistakes my apologies.
After he licked up the blood he had gotten all over your neck he looked down at you, but he still looked hungry, he still wasn't satisfied, he will never be satisfied.
He groaned as you brushed the messed up hairs out of his face, you could both feel it, the tension in the air, the desire still burning just as strong as before, You could tell he wasn't done with you. Before you could finish your thought he lifted you up off the couch, he was supporting your lower back and your head, you had your legs wrapped around his waist. You were met with a deep kiss, it was tender but more needy than before, he was kissing you like his tounge was trying to map out every inch of your mouth. He pushed you up against a wall and broke the kiss. While bracing you against the wall you had your arms around his neck, he moved his under you thighs. He inched up his hands higher. Then he paused, he looked at you.
"Darlin" he said in a smooth voice with a pleading tone "Mhm" you asked back "May I" he practicly groaned. "please" you softly growled, you didn't fully know what he was asking for, but you were willing to give what he needed. He then slowly slid you down against the wall till you were standing, he got down onto his knees and rested his hands on your waistband. He looked up at you with widened eyes and placed a kiss below your waistband with keeping eye contact with you, he held the kiss and once he released he slowly pulled your sweats down to the floor. He lifted your feet one at a time and then tossed you pants to the side. "Your so beautiful sweetheart" he murmured resting his forehead on your lower abdomen while bracing his hands on your hips. His hands were colder than usual, it was a contrast that made your back arch slightly towards him. He kissed you tenderly just above the hem of your panties and slowly slid them down until they were tossed aside with your pants. He then stood up and he cupped your face, he kissed you deeply and you wrapped your hands around him again, his hands moved down and lifted your legs off the ground, you were once again against the wall, as you were trying to adjust your legs around him he started moving your higher up. His hands slid you up until your legs dangled off his shoulders, you hooked your feet together and started grinding against his face as your grew more needy for his touch. He held you hips steady as you tangled your hands through his hair, trying to stay balanced as his big nose began to rub against your cunt, he then licked your slit from the bottom until he reached your clit. He tilted his head up and watched your face as he placed a kiss against it. You felt him smile against your cunt and you felt the vibration of his groan as you moaned his name. "Thomas.." you breathed out as your head threw itself against the wall, he didnt even reply before he drilled his tounge into you, he pumped it in and out slowly, stopping sometimes to lick, bite and kiss you. Your legs were shaking and squeezing around his head, you felt him let out a soft chuckle. He took his tounge out and looked up at you, he then adjusted his left arm underneath you helping you stay up and he moved his other hand up to your face, he held his index and middle finger out.
"Open baby" he demanded You opened you mouth and before you could reply he slowly stuck his fingers into you mouth, you sucked and rolled your tounge against them, he looked like he was mesmerized by you actions, he let out a deep groan as you slightly bit down on his fingers. He slowly dragged his two finger out of your mouth, letting them slowly drag down on your bottom lip. He then lowered you so your hips were at the same level, he pressed up against you, you felt his big chest cage you in, he kissed you as he slowly teased his fingers into your slit. His kiss captured the loud moan you let out and he replied to your noises by pumping his big fingers into you, he started slow, excruciatingly slow. As he picked up his pace you both started grinding your body's agaisnt eachother, his hard chest against yours made your body heat up even more. He could feel that you were getting close so he slowed down and curved his fingers inside of you, motioning them to curl in and out as his thumb rubbed circles on you clit. Your breath was shakey and you legs were tightening around him, he was staring at you face and admiring you, he lunged forward and without warning pierced his teeth into you neck, his teeth retracting made a satisfying puncture and he whimpered your name as he began to suck and lick on your neck. As he drank your thick oozing blood up and pumped his fingers faster until you finally came all over his hand. He slowed his fingers but didn't stop, he didnt stop until he was done licking up your neck. He pulled out and looked at your flushed face, a soft smile washed over him and your breathing started to slow He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them slowly with his tounge, he licked his fingers until every trace of you was gone. "You did so good for me darlin" he murmured as he slowly kissed you, letting you taste the traces of your blood and slick left on his tounge. He carried you limp body bridal style into the bedroom where he layed you down gently. "I'll get you some warm clothes baby" he said as he brought your hand to his face and placed a kiss on the back of your hand.
He came back a few minutes later and knelt down beside the bed, you couldnt tell what was happening because you were half asleep and still limp from what had just happened, you felt a warm compress on your inner thighs, you flinched slightly at the sudden touch. "Don't worry dear, m'just cleaning you up" he said softly. After he finished he carefully slipped you into a clean comfy pair of his flannel pajama pants, they were warm from the dryer and a bit loose on you. "Comfy?" He asked as he crawled onto the bed to place a soft kiss on your temple "Mhm" you answered tiredly
He let out a low chuckle, he knew you were getting tired so he tucked you under the comforter and laid your head down onto a pillow. He went away for awhile and came back in his pajamas, he was shirtless and wearing his sweats, they sat low on his hips and his hair was still slightly messy. He crawled in behind you and wrapped one arm around your waist before tucking his head into you neck. "Goodnight darlin.." he yawned. You were half asleep and to tired to respond, he placed one last soft kiss onto your bruised neck before you both fell asleep.
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Once it was morning you woke up and you couldn't feel him beside you. You could hear muffled sizzling and you could smell bacon being cooked. You got up out of bed and fixed you hair in the mirror, your pants were to big on you so you had to tighten the waistband. You walked into the kitchen, he was standing at the stove cooking with an apron on, he didnt have a shirt so it have you a pretty nice view of his back.
You walked up beside him and sat yourself up on the counter top close you where he was cooking. "Morning my girl" he said softly with a slight smile before pausing the bacon to kiss the back of your hand. "Morning" you yawned "Whatcha making.." you asked as you looked down and the insanely messy kitchen and the pile of dishes in the sink. "Well, I was trying to make pancakes, and as you can see that didn't go very well, so, bacon and eggs it is" he softly chuckled You left out a soft laugh at his sudden domestic behavior, you watched as he carefully dished up two plates of bacon and eggs, he handed a plate to you and leaned next to you against the counter you were sitting on. Once you finished he helped you off the counter and you made you way to the sink, the sink that was filled with an intimidating pile of dishes from failed pancake attempts. You started washed them and as you were you felt his body press against you, his hands held you around your hips and his head came down to rest on yours. "Thank you darlin" he said before pressing a kiss onto the top of your head.
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later that day you were both on the couch you were laying on top of him with your hands rested around his neck while one of his hands splayed out on your lower back tracing lazy circles with his thumb. It was quiet, not awkward quiet, it was a peaceful quiet. "The wind died down" you murmured into his chest "Do you think the storms over?" You asked He chuckled softly "Maybe darlin" he said as he kissed the top of you head.
"We should go check, maybe I can go-"
you cut youself off, you don't want to go home, you can't, the whole reason you booked the week at this resort was so you could get away from your family, but you don't have any other place to stay. the only place you felt safe and like you belonged as been here with Thomas. "Hm?" He asked, pushing you to finish you sentence "Nevermind" you said as you tucked your face back down "Whats the matter baby" he said while slowly sitting up, giving you time to also sit up "When this is over" you gestured at he snow outside that was stopping "I'll have to go back" you said He looked at you with the sadest eyes you've ever seen, he leaned forward and cupped his hand under your chin to make sure you were looking at him "You don't have to, I mean, you can stay with me as long as you want baby" he was practicly begging you to stay
"I want to, I really do Thomas. But I have a job at home, and all my clothes are out there, and my family will be worried.. as much as I hate them I can't stay here forever" you said with a cracked voice as you started to tear up. "I can get you new clothes darlin, you don't have to go back to them, they ain't good for you sugar" he said softly as he wiped a tear off your cheek You nodded as you collapsed forward onto him and broke down into tears, He held you and gently stoked your hair while he placed a kiss on your forehead. You both stayed their for awhile until you stopped crying.
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As I grew darker out the fire began to burn out, it was still winter and there wasn't any spare firewood left. "Darlin" he said waking you from your nap "I'm gonna get some firewood okay?" He said softly as he gently sat up "I'll go with you, I haven't been outside for awhile and the snows died down now" you said while standing up and stretching your arms out "Alright sugar" he grunts as he stands up
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Your both in your winter clothes and trekking through the built up snow, the storm has stopped but it's still just as cold. He's a few paces ahead of you while your walking behind him shivering so much it's slowing you down Your headed to a small groups of trees that aren't to far away, his axe is attached to a hoist on his belt, as he walks he creates a path in the snow that makes it easier for you to walk through. You arrive at the circle of trees and sit yourself down on a snowy log to catch your breath, he takes his axe out and uses it to sweep snow away that gathered around the trees base. He slowly swings the axe to line it up and then takes a big swing that echos the sound of a loud crack. He grunts everytime he swings and uses all of his force as if he's personally attacking the tree. It's dark out so you can only make out a bit of his body, you flinch everytime he takes a swing, and when the tree finnaly falls he takes bug swings from over his head to cut it into 5 separate logs.
He stops for a moment and turns to you, you can see the air coming out of his mouth as he speaks to you. "Doin' okay darlin?" He asks as he sits next to you on the log. "Yeah" you say in a shakey voice from your shivering He lets a huff of air out of his nose, "Your cold" he says as he takes of his gloves and cups your icy face with his warm hands, All you do is nod in response "C'mere darlin" he says in a low voice as he pats his lap, you climb onto his lap and straddle your legs around him, you wrap your arms around his neck and tuck you face into his fuzzy jacket. He rests his hands on your lower back and holds you tightly. He places a kiss on your cold forehead, his lips warmed you up and you wanted more, you made out the shape of his face in the dark and lunged your lips onto his. He let out a low growl at your sudden action, you pushed your tongue into his mouth and he took a small bite at it, you both started exploring eachothers mouths and as you did you began to grind onto him, he friction and heat was warming you up nicely, unfortunately you heard footsteps in the distance. You with unconnected and froze. "Get on my back right now" he said urgently, so as he stood up you went behind him and stood on the log so you could hop onto his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hooked out legs on his hip. He started walking over the the wood he cut and picked it up, he carried you and the pile of wood all the way back to the cabin, on the way back he was constantly checking his surroundings as if there was a threat nearby. Once you got to the cabin he set you down and opened the door, once you both got inside he locked the door and used the extra deadbolt that you've never seen him use before. He took his jacket and boots off and tossed it onto the floor and you also added your garmets to the pile. "You forgot your gloves" you reminded as you looked out the window. "Get away from the windows." he said firmly, you gazed at him with a look that said
' why the hell are you talking to me like that'
"I'm sorry, baby" he sighed as he walked up beside you to close the curtains "Somethin' ain't right" he added as he walked back to the fire to add the freshly cut wood into it. You both didn't talk, you sat yourself in front of the fire to warm up, he sat next to you and layed his head down into your lap, you ran your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep.
But then he jolted up and faced his body towards the door as soon as he heard a knock. "Go to the bedroom darlin" he said in a low voice just above a whisper as he moved towards his axe and picked it up in a position that showed he was ready to attack. You were so scared you didn't know how to react so you ran quietly to the bedroom and hid beneath the bed.
You heard the knock again.
And again.
Then it stopped.
And then you heard a loud thud.
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ok, im taking a break from writing for a bit.
New character !
second vampire 🙇♂️
cop of sorts/vampire hunter 🪓
bloodlust - pt5 (ish)
pairing - vampire x reader
summary - you left your troubled family and went to a ski resort. You got in a crash far away from the resort and awoke at night in the middle of a snowstorm. You got saved by a strange man, after a few days of being stuck in a cabin with him you developed a bond with him, but some other sides of him are starting to show.
Warnings- blood kink, biting, Makeout, fluff, uhh freaked out vampire ok.
Notes - this isn't really a full part it's more of a short story to keep you guys fed while I work on more lol
It felt like hours of prolonged silence, it was interrupted by him slowly sitting beside you on the couch, he left quite a big gap beetween the two of you and he hadn't looked at you since he'd left his room.
That wasn't normal since you were used to him practicly swarming you, after what had happened you felt the need to talk to him, confront him maybe. But you wanted him to be the one to explain, you wanted answers, but right now it seemed like both of you needed silence. The quiet harsh environment you felt smothered in was broken once you yawned, his gaze shot over to you as if he was waiting for a chance to look at you, talk to you even.
"Darlin." He said softly with a grumble and he took a deep breath in. "I- I know"
"You know what?" you asked, you knew where this conversation was going, your stomache sank, your throat felt tighter, and your heart was beating so intensely you could practicly hear it. "I know that you..heard me." He said slowly, almost as if he was regretting his sentence. He once again avoided eye contact as his ears started turning pink, he leaned forwards and rested his forearms on his thighs as he hung his head down and sighed. It felt like time had stopped, it was quiet, the tension in the air felt so thick you could barley breath.
"Oh" that's all you could say, you felt like your throat was closing in.
"I need you, I need you so badly baby." He said hoarsely with a slight grumble as he shifted a bit and threw his head back against the couch, he ran his hand through his hair and slowly tilted his head towards you, his eyes trailed over just about every inch of you. He groaned and then before you could reply he began crawling towards you, he inched closer and leaned his head down onto your stomache, he groaned and took in your scent, he snaked his arms underneath you, wrapping his arms around your mid back area. "Baby" he groaned quietly into your skin "Yeah.." you said softly, trying to hide that your heart had just stopped. You were still trying to comprehend what had just happened, you grew into his warm touch and splayed your hand out on his upper back and the other in his soft thick dark brown hair.
He practicly moaned at your sudden touch, he lifted his head and looked deep into your eyes, maybe trying to read your mind, he gaze fell to your lips, then he looked back at you, practicly burning with desire as he begged for permission with his eyes. You looked at his lips, his partly split, drooling mouth, you only looked for about half a second, and that's all it took to break him. He lifted your shirt up to the bottom of your bra and placed soft needy kisses from the top, making a trail all the way down to the waistband of your pants, he paused and licked slowly, tracing the line of kisses back up to the hem of where your shirt was pushed up. He looked up at you with begging eyes, his head was still lowered to your torso as he then made his way up to your face. He moved his legs up and proped his thigh beetween your legs as the other rested closest to the back of the couch. His was breathing heavily as he cuped your cheek in one hand and propped himself about an inch above you with the other. You had your hands on the back of his bulky shoulders, you both sat there heaving, you saw him grow almost tired, you knew what he needed. He let out a soft groan as his head dropped to your neck.
"Darlin.." he mumbled "Please.." he said as if he was on the verge of death. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in as you threw you head back, exposing you neck. With your silent exeptence he withdrew his fangs. He licked over the surface of your neck and placed a soft kiss before lunging into your neck. The pierce into your already punctured neck was almost pleasing to you this time. Not because it wasn't painful, but because why he was doing it and how he did it.
As he sucked and licked your neck he groaned deeply, it sent low vibrations through your body making you subconsciously buck your hips upwards at him. He groaned deeply and he began to grind into you while he continued to suck out every drop of blood he could. He would stop at times to lick up the mess of blood.
When he stopped bitting, he rose his head and locked eyes with you, his mouth looked full. He lunged down to kiss you and he pushed you lips open with his tounge. That's when you felt it, tasted it. Your blood.
He pulled back from the kiss "Swallow it baby, please" he groaned as he gazed down at your throat. And you did, you felt the thick blood rush down your throat, it coated every inch if your mouth. After you finished you looked up at him and he lunged back down to your mouth. He started digging and licking his tounge around inside your mouth as if he was trying to lick all the blood out of your mouth.
"Mhmm," he grumbled inside you.
"You taste so good, darlin," he whimpered while his tongue found it's way back to your neck, lapping the blood up that was still slowly dropping out of you.
Ok you little freak that's all you get for a few days
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bloodlust - pt 4
Summary - you went on a ski trip to get away from family, after a crash you were saved by a stranger , a snow storm fell over leaving the two of you trapped in a cabin full of tension, but he isnt who he seems to be -READ OTHER PARTS BEFORE READING THIS-
Warnings- biting, blood kink perchance, vampires, pining, fluff, grinding, masterbation (gasp), and alot of flirting and such.
Notes- part 5 won't be out for awhile because I'm not going to write for awhile.
-Also, in this one, it like kind of switches povs so if I put dashes it's switching to the other person
-You must read the other part before reading this or it won't make any sense because I start writing from where it leaves off
-Any spelling mistakes or grammar issues are my fault because this has not been proof read! Ok bye 👋
He pauses for a moment, his eyes heavy as his chest rises and falls dramatically. His warm, wet breath travels down your neck. Your body began tensing up as your eyes stayed locked onto his, your body was completely frozen in fear. His eyes took a quick glance up to yours, bringing one hand to stroke the side of your face with care and need. Your eyes were widening a bit as your brows furrowed, you tried to speak but all you could do was stammer and mumble
inaudible words.
He leaned down slowly, checking your face for any signs of discomfort, part of his softer side still showing beneath the wild needy man that stood in front of you. he brushes your hair to one side, his head burrowing into the crook of your neck as both of his hands wrap around your waist, his fingers gently digging into your skin. “You smell so good baby..” He murmurs against your skin with a groan as he inhales deeply, his elongated canines aching to feel you.
Your hands slowly make their way to way to gently wrap around his wrists, your fingers trembling gently around his skin as you continue to stammer out non sense. He brings one hand up to pull your shirt collar down, since the shirt was already a few sizes too big he exposed a nice chunk of bare skin, stretching from your neck, to your collarbone, and then your shoulder. You let out a breathy sigh as you take a deep breath in, one hand gently pushing under his arm to rest on his back. “I want you.. I need you darlin…” His voice dripped with desperation and a soft whine, his fangs fully extended as he gently pushed the front of them against your skin.
Your eyes closing tightly for a moment as you look down, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. After a bit he looks up to you, his head still down low. His face full of need as his lips part a bit, his eyes meeting yours. “Let me taste you..” He pleads, your mind immediately goes blank as you assume he meant something else. Your body frozen in place as the loose grip you had on his wrist tightens. “I promise to be gentle..” He says a bit more clearly as he slowly falls to his knees, both his hands now keeping a firm grip on your waist, his fingers adjusting slightly. You struggle to get out a proper response, you eventually settle on a nod before you tilt your head back against the wall, closing your eyes as you start aching for him. A thankful smile creeps across his face as he lifts up the hem of your shirt, holding it up against your chest, exposing your stomach to him.
He stares for a moment before placing gentle kisses along your skin, his tongue softly swiping across your body. You let out a small whimper as his wet tongue presses against your skin, goosebumps forming along your body. He continues for a moment before trailing higher, he eventually stands back up, letting your shirt fall back down as he peppers kisses along your neck and jaw, murmuring small praises against your skin. Your hands quickly find their way to his back, your finger tips dragging along him. “You’re so beautiful..” He groaned as he pulled back a bit, pausing as he brought a hand to move your shirt, exposing more bare skin. You can't help but let out a small whine at his words, feeling your legs grow weak. Without warning he lets out a low growl, his fangs fully exposed as he pulls back a bit before quickly burying his face into the crook of your neck, as he does he quickly sinks his teeth into your skin, your skin breaking as blood begins pouring out, most of it going into his mouth.
You let out a loud hiss as your eyes shoot open, your head turning to look down at him, your hands falling limp to your sides. He lets out low groans and whines as he digs his fangs in deeper, his body pushed flush against yours. You let out a series of groans and winces as your hands weakly claw up his back, loosely gripping onto his shoulders. He quickly gets lost in the taste, his grip firmer on your waist, almost painful as he subconsciously starts to grind his hips slowly against you. After what seemed like hours to you he lifts his head up, his mouth still hovering over the fresh wound, he places small kisses around it as he gently laps up the dripping blood in a painfully slow manner. Once he feels satisfied he peppers kisses up from your collar bone to your jawline, stopping once he's beside your ear. “Im so sorry darlin… ”
You could hear your heart punding in your head, you grew dizzy as you tried to keep youself steady. So many thoughts rushed through your head, mostly consisting of "What the fuck just happened" You were confused, you thought you might be dying, part of you wanted to run, you were scared, but the way he was so gentle with you, so passionate, it made you want to stay. I mean he clearly needed it right? He needed you. After fighting with your body to stay upright, the blood loss got the better of you and you collapsed.
Without a second thought he caught you in his arms, staring at your lifeless looking body with a worried look, he cradled you carefully, brushing the hair off your face. He then scooped you up, brining you to the living room as he set you gently down onto the couch. "I'm so sorry baby.." he whined softly "I would never hurt you, i-" he sighed, not even knowing if you could hear him begging for your forgiveness. He sat by your knees on the couch and gazed at your face for a few moments, using his hand to shift your head slightly to the side as to expose the deep mark he had left on you, he gently brushed it with his thumb, the touch making you whine slightly. He stopped and slowly stood up. He walked over to the kitchen and got the first aid kit from the cabinet, he took some gauze and tape and walked back over to you.
After he set the items of the coffee table he turned to your fainted body and ever so gently cradled the back of your head with one hand and the left side of your upper back with the other. He sat you up slowly, propping you up with a few pillows. "Oh darlin.." he sighed as he cradled the side of your face with his hand and brushed his thumb along your jaw. He tilted your limp face to the side and braced it upwards with his hand and with his other hand he brushed your hair away from the punctures. He tried to hold himself back from you. but your scent, the way your submitted to his bite, the way your features soften when your unconscious, it was all to much for him. "Fuck" he muttered softly under his breath, as if he didn't want you to hear him. His lips trembled and he began to trickle drool at the sight of you, he fought back against the emotions you were causing him to feel because he knew it wasn't right, he shouldn't be feeling this way about you, you were just supposed to be another source of blood for him, he didnt know that the person he picked up that night would be somebody like you, he didnt want to hurt you, but fuck, the way your blood tasted on his tounge, how smoothly it went down his throat, like a thick glaze that was made for him to use.
He snapped out of his trance after you shifted slightly, and he hurriedly but tenderly patched up your wound, when he got up he noticed the blood stains that had absorbed into the shirt you were wearing. "Sweetheart?" He said to you in hopes that you would talk to him. "C'mon baby please wake up" he whined as he knelt down in beetween your legs and cradled your face in his hands. You began to flutter your eyes open. As soon as your vision unblurred you seen a worried face, his face. You jolted backwards into the crook of the couch and braced yourself. His heart shattered when he seen you flinch away from him, he knew it was his fault, he should've told you, but he didn't want you to run from him. "Darlin, I'm so sorry, I know your upset but please-" you cut him off when you started tearing up "Why didn't you tell me." You said softly "I- I know I should've told you, but I needed it baby, I needed you." He said in a low gravely tone, one that you recognized from what seemed like days ago. he was finally himself. You could put 2 and 2 together, you were stuck in a cabin with him, a needy, blood thriving man, everyone knew about them, about vampires. But never in your life did you think you would fall victim to one.
You glanced around the room, at him, then down at yourself, you didn't know how to react, what emotions to feel. It was so strange, you knew he was dangerous, but he needed you, wanted you, and never in your life have you ever been a person anyone wanted, he was a hazard, he could kill you. but he was kind, gentle, soft spoken with you, he treated you different, special, loved, he was unlike anybody you ever knew. "I-" you couldnt get words out, you only glared into his eyes with utter confusion, as if you were asking him "why me?"
"I know I can't do much to make you forgive me darlin, but please just let me clean you up, let me take care of you, I know you might not trust me now, but if I'm being honest-" he paused and reached his hand out to you face, he went slow, waiting to see hesitation, or maybe fear, but all he seen was you, now you were looking at him like he had done nothing wrong, like he was still just the guy who saved you from the storm. He continued his reach and softly cradled your cheek, he went slow, he didnt want to scare you, not again.
He then continued, speaking softly to you " I never wanted to do this to you baby.. I tried, fuck, I really tried to stop myself, but somethin' about you it just... draws me in, and its like your a drug I've never had but I'm already addicted to" he stared deeply into your eyes "please baby, let me help.." he then stoped talking, the room was quiet as he caressed his calloused thumb over your jaw, he could feel you slightly shaking, he could see you thinking.
You slightly nodded in response, you were at a loss for words, but you trusted him to help you. "Let me wash those clothes of yours darlin" he said softly as he glanced down at the blood ridden shoulder on the baggy shirt you were wearing. You looked up at him and still only nodded, but he gave you that look, that look that was begging for your permission. "Okay" you muttered out as you slowly lifted the baggy shirt over your head, you were left cold and shaking in only his baggy sweats and your bra.
He couldnt help but stare for a moment, he relished his eyes over every inch of your exposed skin. As you watched him, you seen that lustful needy gaze return to his face, you quickly covered youself with a blanket. That was enough for him to stop his staring, he let out a low cough as if to try and distract you from what just happened. He grabbed the bloodied shirt from the couch and almost dashed away to lord knows where.
You were left on the couch, shirtless and cold, he had stormed off somewhere down the hall, maybe putting your clothes in the wash, maybe he was finding a shirt for you. But after about 10 minutes went by you knew he must have been doing something else. It was around 9 so maybe he was just going to bed, but you were freezing, so you decided to go to his room to look for something to cover youself up with. You walked slowly down the hall as to not wake him if he was sleeping, but as you got closer to his room you could hear noises, groans, whimpers moans maybe, you told yourself he was just sleep talking, that you should turn away and go back to the couch, but you couldn't help yourself, something was drawing you in. You crept closer Until your were at his door, you had your hand steadied on the doorknob, ready to turn it open. You waited and listened, and something told you he wasn't sleeping. You heard him shuffling around, and now that you were closer all you heard was slightly muffled whimpers and deep moans.
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He couldn't take it, being around you, your scent flooding his mind, ever since he met you something inside of him shifted, he couldn't control his urges around you no matter how hard he tried. He hoped that releasing himself would hold back those held up emotions until you left, but the truth is he needed you, not just for blood, but for himself, he didnt want you to leave, but he couldn't keep you here forever, and he can't use you for these urges, what kind of a person would turn their blood source into a partner? Not him. He'd ran off with your shirt, your bloodied shirt, the one he was supposed to clean for you, but every other logical thought left his head when he smelt that fucking blood of yours, he shouldn't, he knows he shouldn't, but those urges, those urges that he hasn't had since he met you. He had to keep them at bay somehow. He crawled onto his bed and leaned himself against his headrest, he held the shirts bloodied shoulder up to his nose. Then to his mouth, he tried resisting but he couldn't, he shoved the fabric into his mouth. The blood was still partially damp, it was even better than the rag, but nothing could suffice him more than the real thing, more than you. He began to dampen it with his saliva as he started to suck on it, he licked it in every fold of the shirt, but he needed more. As he continued sucking, he didnt know what came over him, but he couldn't control himself, he began to reach for his pants, he palmed himself slowly, letting out a few groans, they were muffled by the shirt in his mouth but they still grew louder and more needy. then he started grinding his hips into his hand subconsciously, his mind was flooded by thoughts of you, the way you looked, the way your skin felt when his teeth punctured into you, the way you tasted, fuck, he knows that he shouldn't be doing this, but not one part of him wanted to stop. He caved and swiftly undid his pants and sloppily reached in to grab his growing aching cock, he let out a loud groan as he began to stroke himself slowly, his pants had been pulled just below his length and he started getting dangerously louder. as he continued it didn't settle his hunger, it only made him need you more. They way he was using himself wasn't normal, it was quick, lazy, needy. He was tossing, turning and bucking his hips and he continued stoking harder and more thirsty for you as he sucked on the shirt and used it to muffle his noise and fuel his desire. He groaned your name after pulling the shirt out of his mouth, maybe he did it because he wanted you to hear, or maybe he just didn't care who heard anymore. he started getting filled with more adrenaline as pre cum began to gather on the head of his cock, he knew what was about to happen, he felt it. the heat inside him started stirring as he moaned in a deeper huskier tone while throwing his head back, he didnt feel the pain from slamming his head into his bed, he only felt you and the was you felt in his mouth, the way your plush skin practically absorbed his aching teeth. He bit down into the shirt, but nothing could suffice him how you did. He bucked his hips harder and deeper into his hands, he imagined it was you, he wanted to know how you felt, what you would sound like, and those thoughts filling his head only made him moan your name louder, but this time he finished. The hot ropes shot onto his stomache and all over his hand, a wave of heat flushed through his body as he slowed his movements, he sat there for a moment, he panted while his breathe heaved, he used the shirt to clean himself up, and even though he was finished, he still wasn't satisfied, the need, the hunger, and his urge to have you still wasn't gone, it almost felt stronger than before. he got up and buckled his pants back up, the shirt was left tucked under his pillow and he went to his closet to finally get a shirt for you.
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"What the fuck." You said to youself after listening to him through his door. You heard him go quiet so you steadily made you way back to the couch, trying to avoid the creaking floor boards. Your face was flushed and you started feeling heat pool in your stomache as you felt the need for him wash over you. This shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't feel this way about him, not after what he did. But you couldn't help it, and when you seen him walk towards you your breathing almost stopped.
"What if he had heard you by the door?"
No, he didnt.
But part of you wanted him to know, part of you wanted to tell him how badly you needed him, because you knew he needed you to. "Hey darlin" he said with a slight choke in his voice as he slowly walked over to you.
"Hey.." you hesitantly replied He was purposely avoiding eye contact as he handed you an old hoodie of his.
You sliped it on and as you did, you felt him staring, and then you felt the need build up again, the need and the tension, you could feel it thicken in the air around you, and you could tell he felt it to.
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Gosh dang that was alot 🙇♂️
bloodlust - pt 3
Summary- you went on a ski trip to escape family, after a crash you were rescued my a strange but sexy man, there is a snowstorm so your stuck in the cabin with him for a few days, you guys have been flirting a bit but some other sides of him are starting to show.
warnings- heavy flirting maybe, pinning?, vampire, blood kink if you squint, entions of addiction/past issues, I think that's it
Notes- (READ THE OTHER PARTS FIRST) I make to many spelling mistakes so please ignore that if I missed any, I don't know how long part 4 is gonna take guys, it might be awhile 💔
"What? No, I must have misheard him, he just said he was hungry." You told youself you were sleep deprived, hearing things wrong, but something else told you he said exactly what you thought he did.
As he heaved over the sink you glanced over and caught him drooling into a wash cloth, the wash cloth he used on you.
You didn't know how to feel about this new side of him, so you looked away, telling youself what you saw wasn't real. "Darlin" he said in a low voice, almost groaning.
"Yes?" You replied worried, cautious, any sort of emotion that might make him calm down. "I'll get those skis for you now" he said in a grumbling voice as he stared at you, not at your eyes, but your throat. His eyes were locked on you, pupils blown so much you couldn't see his dark brown irises anymore, he looked like someone you didn't recognize, he looked like a wild animal, a possessed man. You thought to youself this wasn't normal, that you should trek through the snow storm to seek help elsewhere, but another side of you wanted to stay, for him.
He left the house almost in a hurry, not speaking a word to you before he left. You warned him he shouldn't be out during the night because it was dangerous, but you were met with no response and a slammed door. Unfortunately for you, that aggressive behavior only made you think of your life back home.
You decided to make dinner, you were hungry, and he was starved. So you whipped up some spaghetti. While you were stirring you heard the door open, you heard your skis clatter to the floor, and then you felt his gaze, you couldnt see because your back was turned, but you didn't want to look, you were scared. He murmured something under his breath, and you could hear his voice grumble deeply, you heard the creak of floor boards as he stepped closer
And closer.
Until he was towering behind you, his body caging you in against the stove. He leaned his head into the crook of you neck and wrapped his big arms around your waist, he was breathing heavily against your skin, his touch freshly cold in contrast to your warm skin. "Oh darlin" he groaned deeply He only took his head out of your neck to move your hair away, exposing the skin on your neck, he began clutching onto your waist harder, and his breathing began to grow shakey as he trembled his mouth closer, slowly filling in the gap between your neck and his mouth. You swore you felt a bit of hot drool drip onto you neck and down your shoulder, you grew nervous, but you didn't stop him. "W-what are you doing" you asked in a shy voice as you slowly angled you face towards his. Then something snaped him back. "Shit, baby I'm sorry" he said low and worried as he quickly pulled his face away and took a step back, like his primal instincts shut down at the sound of your worried voice. He scanned your face and was met with your fearful eyes "I'm sorry, fuck, I'm so sorry sweetheart" he said while hesitating to step forward and comfort you, he was pulled back by the fear of hurting you, but his hunger wasn't backing down, he needed blood, he needed you. You watched as he went silent and gazed over every inch of your body after you had turned to face him. Then with one last worried Glace at you he strided towards the bathroom and he slammed the door, it was followed my the click of a lock. You stood there stunned, why is he locking you out? And what the fuck is happening.
After a few minutes of dishing up the pasta and waiting on the couch while you ate, you grew curious. You approached the bathroom door slowly, you were met with groans, groans of pain, pleasure, anger, you couldnt tell, but you could tell he needed something, desperately. "Hey" you said softly as you leaned against the wall beside the bathroom door The grunts and groans came to a sudden stop, like something had sparked inside of him. "You should go away darlin." he said sternly, with a hint of regret in his voice "There are things you don't know about me, bad things, and you being here ain't helpin" he said softly but with a tinge of warning.
"I don't understand, do you need help?" You asked in a worried voice, the way he was acting made you think he might have been an addict, you hoped it was something else, you hoped this wasn't the same as how your ex was. You could recognize the signs of addiction, he showed most of them, but you could tell this wasn't a regular addiction, you didn't know what he wanted, but he needs something he doesn't have, he needs it desperately. "Baby" he grunted out, it sounded like he was closer to the door that before "I need you" he admitted quietly with a groan. "Then let me in" you said softly "No, darlin, m'afraid" he mumbled
"I won't be afraid, if you need help I'm here, I'll do anything" you said, determined, but anxious of what hes afraid of. Before he could reply you heard and loud thud. "Thomas?" You said in a worried tone You knocked on the door and wiggled the handle, "let me in right now" you said with a trembling voice. No response.
You heard some shuffling around after a few minutes of banging on the door desperately, "Thomas! Are you okay? Open the door right now" so many words came out of your mouth, but you were met with once again, no response. Something in the air shifted, you could tell. He then slowly opened the door, you stood back, and he stood there, his big frame filling the doorway as he gazed down at you. You looked him up and down, this wasn't him, something happened when he fell, maybe a concussion, no, this wasn't a concussion, he was a different man. "Darlin" he said with a groan "You said you would do anything, and that you wouldn't be afraid." He shifted his gaze from your eyes, to your jaw, your neck, your torso... and your neck again.
"I-i did yes, what happened in there" you said cautiously while taking a step back "There is so much you don't know sugar" he said with a low chuckle under his breath as he stepped towards you, closing the gap and caging you against the wall. His breath was heaving, he began to drool, his pupils blown out with hunger as he looked deeply at your throat. You could tell he wasn't himself anymore, he was a man possessed.
- Okay guys part 4 soon... maybe -
bloodlust - pt2
pairing- vampire x reader
summary- You left your troubled family and fled to relax at a ski resort, instead you got met with a tree to the face, and to your luck you fell unconscious and woke during a snow storm, but you were lucky enough to be saved and taken in by a stranger.. (a really hot stranger)
Warnings- heavy flirting, blood+wounds, stripping, (dw he's a consent king) okay I think that's it
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He grunted as he simultaneously opened his cabin door while keeping you steady in his arms by holding you against his chest. He walked in and kicked the door shut, he didnt bother taking his boots off, he just walked carefully towards the couch and set you down gently, he drapped a thick blanket over you and went to go put wood in the
fire. After awhile of silence filled by a crackling fire, you had warmed up enough to speak "Thank you" you managed to say in a soft tone, you spoke with a tremble from the shivering, and he noticed. "Anytime darlin" he said in a low gravely tone "You sound freezing, need more blankets sweets?" He offered as he sunk down on the cushion beside you, leaving a small gap in between. "Maybe, i-i don't know" you said shivering He let out a low chuckle under his breath "You sound like you need to be closer to that fire " he said as he turned and gazed at you, he sat there silent, finally being able to take in your features, you eyes, your lips, your collar bones, the divets in your neck, he only stopped his starstruck gazing when he noticed you shiver again. "C'mere" he said as he gently scooped you up along with the pile of blankets drapped in your trembling body, "oh darlin" he murmured softly as he set you down on the carpet by the fire "your clothes are drenched, no wonder you can't warm up" he gazed at you clothes, then you eyes as he waiting for a response. "Mhm" you respond tiredly with a bit of a groan as you shift on the carpet "I um" he clears his throat "I have a spare change of clothes, they aren't wet and, I think you could wear them.. if you wanted of course, they might be big-" he rambled on but you cut him off "That would be nice" you say as you try and sit up. He's quick to help you sit as you lean against the coffee table. He goes and grabs the spare change of clothes and brings them to you. "Can you, um, maybe help me...please" you say as you gaze up at him, his mouth is slightly agape while he gazing at you, crouched on one knee as he sets the dry clothes beside you, and he is quick to answer. "Yes, of course sweetheart" he says in a smooth low voice.
"Are you sure your okay with me doing this?" He asks as he almost pleads for a yes with that look in his eyes. "Yes, I'm okay with it" you reply with another low groan as you adjust youself. You've never met a man like him before, you shouldn't trust him to do something like this, I mean you've only just met him. But you can't resist him, he's tall and broody, he's muscular and he's got thick dark hair, he screams your type, but something else about him is pulling you in, or maybe away, and you can't put your finger on it.
You watch carefully as he places the warm clothes on the nearby table before his hands slowly meet yours, his rough palms cradling your hands as he pulls you up to stand, your hands have a slight tremble which makes it harder to hold onto his. He makes sure to be gentle, caring, he's taking his time and making sure you know it. His hands slowly leave yours once you're standing steady, you swear your hands ache as he pulls away.His eyes travel around your body before settling on the zipper on your snowpants, his hands slowly move down to the zipper, catching it between his thumb and index.
You close your eyes lightly, mumbling a few words under your breath, something that of a prayer. He hears this and bites back a smile, his head tilted at an angle that helped hide it. He gives one more reassuring glance up to your eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort. When he doesn't find it he continues to unzip it, the tips of his thumbs hooking onto the waistband around your hips, slowly pulling them down to your ankles, as he does this you feel the rough pad of his thumb brush against your thighs. He crouches back down and gives you a small pat on the calf, signaling for you to lift your leg so he could remove the snowpants.
Once he has both legs out he gently tosses the snowpants by the fire. He now begins to untie your boots, grabbing your lower calf to lift your leg so he could slide them off, while taking the second boot off you notice his hand lingering around for a bit longer than necessary, but you don't question it. Once both boots are off his finger hooks onto your sock, quickly pulling it off and putting them into your boots. After he finishes he puts them close to the fire. He takes his time to walk back over, as if he's trying to compose himself rather than you, you try your best not to stare too much, not wanting to make it any more awkward than it is. Soon enough he's back in front of you, but this time he wastes no time. Before you realize it your jacket is already unzipped and falling off your shoulder, his hands grabbing it and gently peeling it off your arms, your body shivers in response as you feel the cold, wet fabric against your hand. Once your jacket is off he gently tosses it behind you, it lands next to your other soaking items.
He straightens his posture, clearing his throat as he looks down to you. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.” He says firmly, his fingers dancing around the waistband of your leggings. You give a weak nod in response. “Im gonna need more than just a nod, sweetheart.” He says warmly, his lips curling into a smile as he tilts his head, examining your face. “O-okay..” You mumble under your breath, your head tilted down as you do your best to avoid eye contact. He gives a low chuckle in response as his index and middle finger slip into the waistband, painfully slowly dragging them down. Goosebumps form across your legs as his rough fingertips gently dig into your skin. He eventually gets them to your mid thigh, you can tell his breathing has become faster, and so has yours.
He keeps his head low, crouching down as he pulls them down to your ankles, the fabric pooling around them. He wraps his large hands around your ankles one at a time to slip them off, trying to get this done as quickly as he can. When he stands back up he lets out a low grunt, his head still down as he tries not to make eye contact. He pauses for a moment, his eyes wandering your bare legs for too long, he quickly catches himself as he bends down to grab the leggings, his head hanging down for an extra moment before he takes a step away to put them in the pile with your other clothes. When he approaches this time he's behind you, his large frame making you feel small, and a bit nervous. He licks his lips, taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes, reaching his hands down to your sides as he gets a firm grip on the hem of your shirt. He opens his eyes and looks down, trying to not stare too much.
He slowly pulls your shirt up over your head, his calloused fingers trailing up your cold skin. Once he gets the shirt off he gently tosses it behind him, his eyes never leaving your figure. You feel his eyes practically burn holes into your skin, being too anxious to say anything. “You got some pretty bad cuts.” He speaks, a hint of a southern twang in his voice. His hands start moving to sweep your hair to one side as he brings his other to gently tap a deep wound on your shoulder blade, you hiss in pain, jumping a bit as you close your eyes. “Oh shit- Sorry darlin..” He quickly stammers out. He places a gentle hand on your bicep, his fingers curling around it. “Come to the kitchen, I gotta clean these.” He says firmly. He gives a small squeeze to your arm before letting go, signaling for you to follow him. He picks up the pile of warm clothes and walks to the kitchen.
You quickly follow him, trying to use your hands to cover whatever dignity you had left. While you walk you look down at yourself, noticing all the small bruises already forming, the mix of some shallow, some deep cuts sprinkled along your body, and the way your limbs were shaking in a painfully obvious way. He runs a small cloth under the tap, getting it a bit damp before he sets it down, walking over to a cabinet and opening it up, grabbing a few small bandages. He slowly makes his way back over, standing in front of you for a moment before telling you to turn around. “Turn around darling.” The way he said it had an almost flirty undertone. You give a nod and comply, turning your back to him and pulling your hair to one side, your hand staying there to play around with it. He grabs the wet cloth, leaning in to see the wound better, his hand hovering the cloth over the wound. He sighs deeply as he sees the blood, mostly dried, but some was still wet.
He closes his eyes for a moment, subconsciously moving closer as he opens them again, licking his lip as he pauses, his mouth inches away from your shoulder. You can feel his breath growing heavy down your spine, goosebumps forming on your neck. You cough gently, trying to get his attention without making it awkward. He quickly backs up and places the cloth against it, applying light pressure. You let out a low groan as your face scrunches up. He places his free hand on your opposite arm, rubbing his thumb in circles to try and relax you. After a few minutes he's finished attending to all your wounds, he flashes a warm smile as he catches a quick glimpse of your figure one last time before reaching over and passing you the spare clothes.
“The bathroom is the first door to the left.” He says as he points over to the hallway. You flash a small, weak smile as you hold the clothes against your chest, quickly walking over there and closing the door, you take a quick glance at yourself in the mirror. Your disheveled hair, the large bandages all over your body, the look of embarrassment in your eyes, you desperately wished this was all a bad dream, even though you knew it wasn't. Meanwhile in the kitchen, He stands there, his hands on the counter as he leans over it, the blood covered cloth in front of him. He stays there for a moment before picking it up with both hands, slowly bringing it up to his face. He closes his eyes lightly as he holds it against his nose, taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of blood, your blood. He lets out an almost painful groan as he throws his head back, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face.
After a moment he brings his head back down, opening his eyes as he pauses for a moment before opening his mouth, placing the part of the cloth with the most blood into his mouth, his tongue desperately pushed against it as he lets out a series of groans and grunts against it. 2 or 3 minutes passed until he quickly realized what he was doing, he swiftly pulled the cloth down and puts it under the tap, running water on it as he brings his free hand up to his mouth, wiping away any of the evidence.
By the time you get out if the bathroom he's standing in the kitchen, you can sense something lingering in the air, a bond, a secret, it's all very confusing and tempting. You stumble a bit while you walk towards the couch, the baggy sweats pooling at your ankles.
"Shit" you blurt out He suddenly becomes hyper aware of your every move "what's the matter sugar" he says worried and soft while he strides towards you with caution.
"Nothing, just my skis and all my gear is still out there, I need to get it" you say while rubbing your temples as you sit down on the couch, still trying to comprehend the situation. "I'll get em for you darlin" he says in a smooth low voice and he sits next to you and sets a callous ridden, but comforting hand on your thigh. "But not now, later" he continues.
What does he mean later? why not now?
It dosnt seem like a big deal, but he's starting to freak you out, just a little.
As the day stretches on you watch his movements, his habits, the way he starts to pace while shooting glances at you, the way he closes all his curtains and chews at his thumb.
"You okay?" You ask him
He comes to a sudden halt "Yes, sorry sugar, I'm just, hungry"
You watch him as he speaks, the way his eyes constantly gaze down at your body, he looks at you with a certain mix of lust, and pure hunger, not hunger for you, no it's hunger, for you.
You adjust yourself in the seat as you slowly grow more scared, worried, in love, there truly wasn't an emotion to describe this feeling.
All day it seemed like he was trying to avoid you, or protect you. "I should go get my skis now" you say, trying to break the cold grueling silence
"No darlin, I said I would" he spoke low, almost panting as he leaned over the kitchen sink, hanging his head down
"You okay?" You ask cautiously
His eyes flick back at you. No answer.
"You look sick, maybe we should try and go looking for help, we don't have medicine here" you try to calm him but he needs something more. He's heaving, panting. Drooling.
"I don't need nothin' dear" he reply low and gravely "just you" he says in a low promise under his breath.
-Part 3 maybe tmr in to tired to write more-
bloodlust
Notes- I've never posted a fic before so bare with me. This is not specific universe so vampires just kind of exist but they are rare to find. These vampires need blood to survive and when they don't have blood for a long period of time they fall into "bloodlust" (they get freaky ig) !- if there are any mistakes it's because I wrote this in notes app and didn't check my grammar-!
Warnings- eventual smut, biting, blood (obviously), mentions of abuse (verbal and physical), and fluff (that's it for now)
Plot- You are out on a ski trip by yourself, you were done with your family life and wanted to have some space to yourself, so, you went to an excluded area of the woods in Vermont. The only issue is after a while of skiing you crashed into a tree...hard, you got knocked unconscious and by the time you became aware it was pitch black outside, you couldnt see, you could only feel. Feel the cold in your bones and the wetness on your clothes from the snow, feel the stinnging cool air as you shivered while you squirmed to get up, you felt your heart beat increase as you grew more panicked, and then, you felt sudden cage of warmth around you body, and the feeling of being lifted out of the snow you had crashed youself in.
You've just gotten to the resort, you check your phone.
-12 missed calls from Mom-
You gaze down at the notifications and quickly put your phone on do not disturb as you walk towards the front desk.
"Hello ma'am! Do you have a reservation?" The receptionist asks while slightly judging you disheveled state. Your tired of all those looks, judgment, dissapointment, it all reminds you of your messy family, how ironic that you came to Canada for an escape and you still getting nasty glares.
"Yeah I've got a reservation" you sigh as you open your phone to show your qr code on the resorts app. You hold it up to her scanner and after a few failed scans and judgmental glares up at you she finnaly scans you in.
"Thanks" you sigh in a slightly irittated tone as you determinedly walk towards to elevator and press the 4th floor button while fumbling with all your bags By the time you've unpacked, the room is quiet, you can't tell if you enjoy the silence or if you miss your younger brothers fighting and screaming. You plop down onto your bed and lie on your stomache as you open your phone and stare blankly at the messages from your mom, you open them and text back.
-honey where are you???
-don't think you can just run from us come home before you do something stupid.
Sorry can't talk, I won't have service-
You close your phone and toss it to the side as you flip over and stare at the ceiling fan as it whirs around, the light slightly flickers sometimes and it reminds you of the light in your room back home. You quickly get up and shut the lights off not wanting to think about home right now. As the night went on you tossed and turned until sleep finnaly took you.
You woke and yawned as you slowy made you way into the bathroom, you gazed at yourself, clothes from yesterday still on, hair messed and makup smudged. You sighed as you turned the faucet of the shower on and got in, hoping to wash of whatever guilt you had.
You treated youself, shaved everywhere, hair mask, and put on your favorite cake smelling lotion on after. You put on you snow gear and grabbed your bag of ski items, you purposely left you phone behind and set off downstairs, leaving out the back door in hopes of avoiding the receptionist.
You were on the lift now, it was annoyingly crowded and you were sitting next to a couple, they were flirting a teasing, you almost felt jealous for a moment, but that feeling washed away when you got at your stop. You hopped down and set off, you went fast, never stopping, you had so much built up and you simply let go, to bad you went so far out after a few hours that you didn't hear the snow storm warning from the resort. You hadn't even checked the weather on your phone this morning since you were trying to avoid the chaos.
It got darker outside but it didn't phase you since you were hyperfocused on the thoughts in your head, steering you skis became a second thought, that was a big mistake on your end since not steering landed you against a tree, the last thing you felt was a rough thud, knocking the wind out of you lungs and sending your skis flying. You slowing blinked your eyes open, your head was pounding so hard you could hear it, you tried looking around for you skis but it was so dark you couldn't even see your own hands, your heart started pacing
"where am I?"
"How long have I been gone?"
"How do I get back?"
All these thoughts raced in your head as your skin got pierced by the cold sharp wind, your snow suit was wet from laying in the snow so long and the growing angry wind contrasted with it, making you chilled to your bones, you tried to curl in on youself but it was no use, you tried to get up but there wouldn't be any point, you could see anything and you began to loose sense in your fingers and face. You fell to the snow in a wave of dissapointment after trying to walk back. You gave up.
"Maybe this is punishment for leaving my family" You told youself that this is what you deserve and you shouldn't have left them, but you couldn't tell what was worse, the sharp cold wind and freezing pain, or the cold words of relatives and strikes of a hand against your face from your boyfriend back home.
It felt like it had been hours, your ears have been occupied by the sounds of whining wind and by now you have given up on trying to get help. You've attempted to scream, but the winds were to loud. The cold is all you felt, the chilling, bruising, sharp, painful, warm- warm? You panicked but you couldn't move, your bones felt like they had been cemented into place, and the only movment you could bare was shivering, but alas you still panicked, you felt snow being displaced beneath you, you felt hands? Or something stiff grabbing around you. And then.
"You alright" a low gravely, but worried voice asked
"I-i" you couldnt get words out, you were confused, happy you were saved, cold, worried, so much was happening to give an answer.
All that he responded with was a low deep grunt as he scooped you up, he carried you bridal style and draped a ragged sweater around your trembling body.
"There's a bad storm darlin" he murmured and he trekked through the snow and harsh wind.
"I've got a cabin, you can stay till it passes" he said like it was certain, like you had no choice. You were slowing unthawing against his brooding shoulders and chest, you could feel how solid and warm he is underneath the layers of shirts and sweaters, you tucked youself closer to him, he didnt say anything, he just adjusted his hands and huffed determinedly.
-okay that's it's for now I might write more eventually, please give me ideas on what to do with this story if you have any-