UNHINGED & PROUD

I need Rust with someone who is smart and capable but sweet and loving. PLEASE LET THAT AFFECTION-STARVED MAN GET CUDDLES. 😭😭😭😭

You Know Where You Are

A/N: Rated T ig, fluff for Rust, you are good for him, this will probably be inserted into the long form fic!

₊˚ ✧.* ೃ ₊˚ ✧.* ೃ ₊˚ ✧.* ೃ ₊˚ ✧.* ೃ

You've slept on less comfortable surfaces than Rust's mattress, though it's thin and the floor is hard and the blanket is scratchy. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters to you but Rust's softening outline each time a car's headlights breached the slats of the blinds over his shoulder. Nothing but the way his breathing is even, soft, never held or heavy. His eyelids, always half-lidded, now seem so because of this rare pocket of peace and not because he's burdened with some horrific scenery.

Speaking of his eyes, they flutter occasionally, like he's trying to stay awake, but all he does it look at you. Which is fair, because all you do is look at him. It's all you do, but what you want more than anything is to follow the carved marble of his face. Your eyes trail from a muscle in his jaw that twitches, to the tendon it connects to, and then way the tendon disappears into his clavicle. And you laugh at your desired softness for him, and your stark nakedness, and the corners of your mouth lift despite exhaustion.

"What is it?" He asks through a small smile of his own, because your joy is sometimes the only thing that can save him from drowning.

"It's just ironic...you don't much like being touched."

He thinks carefully before responding. "Not unprompted, no."

Your hand, from where it rests between you two, flexes involuntarily.

"May I?"

He doesn't respond, but nods his head. Now, he holds his breath. He doesn't think you'll hurt him, far from it, but that your feather light touch on his volatile skin would shatter it. If that happens, you'd only get injured in the blast.

You raise a hesitant hand, one delicate finger out, and start by tracing a thin line from his brow to his cheekbone. From the first moment you met Rust, you yeared to touch this sharpest part of him, wondering if it could cut. It doesn't, of course. He relaxes almost instantly, the lines on his face fall away and he looks nearly ten years younger. He closes his eyes. He sighs.

Your thumb travels from his brow bone to his hairline, where you brush away a stray copper curl that has fallen onto his forehead. The tickling of his long eyelashes on the soft skin of your forearm proves to be too much so you pull away. But he catches your hand- swiftly, but still gently. Slowly, he raises your wrist to his mouth and plants a sort of half kiss there, mostly allowing parted lips to linger over the thin skin. His warm breath spreads in stark contrast to the chill of the night and your skin raises in goosebumps.

You dare. Lay your palm against the hollow of his cheek and stroke under his eye. His hand travels up and down your arm.

"Is this alright?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. His reply is no reply at all, only gentle breathing. When you eventually move again to pull your hand away, he instead moves it to his chest, right over his heart.

He wants to be felt. He needs to be known. Someone needs to look at him and know he's alive, he's human, he's here.

If the request doesn't inspire you then please just ignore this silly ask. Happy writing and I cannot wait to see what you post next! Love your content. ☺️

Oh hey you ! 🥰 I'll try my best, here's a little blurb. Enjoy ❤️

Cazador X Reader : Claimed by you

The air was heavy with the faint scent of aged wine and wax, mingling with the faint metallic tang that always seemed to linger near him. Cazador sat at his desk, a perfect portrait of composure, the dim light casting sharp shadows across his sculpted features. His crimson eyes scanned a letter in his hand, his expression unreadable, yet you could see the tension in the tight line of his jaw. The same jaw that's pleased you countless times.

You crossed the room silently, your bare feet padding over the cold stone, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He stiffened—not from surprise, but from habit, centuries of survival instincts making him coil like a spring. But when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, the tension bled away.

“Cazador,” you murmured softly, letting your thumb trace idle circles along his shoulder. “You’re overworking yourself again.”

He exhaled through his nose, a sound almost like a sigh, and leaned back into his chair, his long fingers setting the letter down with careful precision. “A man in my position does not have the luxury of idleness,” he said, his tone clipped but softer than usual when directed at you.

“And yet, I’ll still demand it of you,” you replied, your fingers sliding up to his neck, feeling the marble-like coolness of his skin. “Come to bed, I need you.” your hand softly goes down his chest.

His lips quirked into that familiar, sardonic smile. “Such audacity, little mouse. You presume to tell me what I need?”

You leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, tasting the faint bitterness of wine on his lips. “Yes,” you whispered. “And I’ll keep doing it, my love”

Something in his expression shifted then—a rare softness that he allowed only for you. He rose from his chair with his usual fluid grace, his towering presence enveloping you as he cupped your face in his hands. His thumbs brushed against your cheekbones, his eyes searching yours as though trying to decipher what had drawn you to him.

“Why do you do this?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, devoid of its usual sharpness. “Why waste your tenderness on someone like me?”

You smiled and placed your hands over his chest. “Because I love you,” you said simply. “And because you deserve it, even if you don’t believe it yet.”

For a moment, he said nothing, only studying you in the flickering firelight. Then, without warning, he pulled you into him, his lips capturing yours with a fervor that made your knees weak. His kiss was commanding, yet not without a certain reverence, as though he were claiming you and worshipping you in equal measure.

He guided you backward until the backs of your knees hit the chaise by the fire, and you let him lower you onto the plush surface. He hovered over you, his long fingers tracing reverent lines along your jaw, your neck, and finally the curve of your collarbone.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive, the words a promise and a warning all at once. “Every part of you belongs to me.”

“Always,” you murmured in return, your hands sliding into his hair, fingers threading through the silken strands.

His lips found your neck, trailing kisses down to the hollow of your throat. His fangs grazed your skin, just enough to make your breath hitch, but he didn’t bite. Not yet. Instead, his cool tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh, drawing a soft gasp from you.

“Such sweet sounds,” he murmured against your skin, his voice like velvet. “You tempt me, little one, more than you know.”

“Then let me tempt you,” you replied breathlessly, arching into his touch as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt. His fingers, cool and sure, explored your skin with a precision that left you trembling.

The intimacy of the moment wasn’t just in the touch—it was in the way his eyes softened when they met yours, the way his lips lingered on your skin as though savoring every moment. For all his power, for all his control, here with you, he allowed himself to be vulnerable.

And when he finally pressed his body to yours, capturing your lips once more in a kiss that left you breathless, it was clear: you weren’t just his. He was yours, too.

I am not good at smut, its wayyy too rushed to the point when I try to write it 😂 so my brain naturally counters this by trying to write it poetically...hope it was enough for you darling! 🥰

Chapter 8

word count: 1.6k

Y/N woke with a start, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of her room. Well…Cazadors room she occupies. 

Her body was light, her mind calm, and the dull ache of exhaustion no longer clung to her like a second skin. 

She stretched luxuriously, savoring the rare feeling of contentment as a small smile tugged at her lips. Today felt different—fresh, as if the oppressive weight of her circumstances had momentarily lifted. With a renewed sense of purpose, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, ready to greet the morning and whatever lay ahead.

Y/N moved through the room with a quiet energy, slipping into a simple yet practical outfit. The fabric felt soft against her skin, a stark contrast to the hard edges of her usual reality. She tied her hair back, smoothing a few strands away from her face as she caught her reflection in the tall mirror. 

For a moment, she stared at herself, noticing the faint spark of determination in her eyes. With a deep breath, she adjusted the cuffs of her sleeves and strode toward the door.

The castle was silent as she padded down the stone corridors, the cool morning air brushing against her skin. Her footsteps were light, barely a whisper against the floor, as she followed the familiar path to Cazador's office. 

The flickering torchlight cast shifting shadows on the walls, but for once, they didn’t unsettle her. When she reached the heavy oak door, she hesitated only briefly before pushing it open without a sound, stepping into the room unannounced.

“You,” Cazador said, his voice heavy with surprise as his gaze lingered on her, “up this early? What’s the occasion?” He arched an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

Y/N couldn't help but smirk, her eyes sparkling with a touch of amusement. “What? Surprised I can function before noon?” she teased, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Cazador chuckled, though there was a hint of something darker in the sound. “I’m not surprised you can function at all,” he shot back dryly. “But early mornings? That’s new.” he gave a playful huff.

Y/N shrugged, unaffected. “Figured we could get a head start. You’ve got the map, I’ve got the energy. Why waste it?”

Cazador leaned forward, an intrigued glint in his eyes. “Energy, hmm?” His gaze swept over her with a mixture of wariness and something else—a glimmer of approval that quickly faded into amusement. “Do you even know what time it is?”

Y/N smiled knowingly, crossing her arms as she met his stare. “What, afraid you’ll have to work harder today?” she teased.

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “I’m never afraid of work, my dear,” he said, his voice thick with irony. “But I do appreciate when it comes at a reasonable hour. Not that I’m complaining... just surprised. You usually prefer your beauty sleep, no?”

Her smile widened as she stepped fully into the room, the subtle challenge in her gaze clear. “Today’s an exception. Besides, someone has to keep you on your toes.”

Cazador raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips quirking into a smirk. “I’m not sure I need any help with that, but I’m intrigued to see what you’ll do with the extra hours. Why don’t you lead the way, then?”

Y/N's grin softened into something more playful, and with a subtle tilt of her head, she gestured toward the door. “After you, my lord,” she said bowing and mocking his accent playfully, her tone light and laced with a faint edge of something that almost dared him to take the challenge she presented.

Cazador chuckled again, standing from his desk with a fluid motion, the surprise at her early arrival already fading into something more akin to anticipation. “Very well, let’s see what you’ve got in mind. Lead the way, my... eager companion.”

They exchanged one last look—half-mocking, half-genuine—and with that, they set off, the air between them crackling with the promise of whatever lay ahead.

Cazador adjusted the straps of his backpack with a quick motion, then turned to face Y/N, his expression as impassive as ever. “Our first leg of the journey will be easy enough,” he began, his voice steady, but there was a faint edge to it. “I’ve arranged for a carriage to take us to the nearest city, Blackthorn. We’ll travel in comfort for the first part—if you can call it that.

 After that, however, we’ll need to make our way on foot. There are several smaller towns ahead, but none with proper roads for a carriage, and I’m not about to waste time looking for one that will accommodate us.” He let the weight of his words settle between them before continuing. “We’ll hike from there. It’ll be grueling, but I trust you’re up for it.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her gaze challenging as she crossed her arms. “So, I’m just supposed to listen to one step at a time, and not get the full plan?” she asked, her tone laced with a hint of irritation.

Cazador chuckled, a low, amused sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes,” he said simply, his lips curling into a thin smile. “That’s exactly how it works. Must keep you in line somehow.” He glanced at her briefly, his smirk never faltering. “Trust me, it’s better that way.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, her smirk matching his. “In line?” she echoed, the word laced with a hint of sarcasm. “If you think I’m entertained by you keeping secrets, you’re mistaken.”

She tilted her head, her posture still unyielding. “But I’ll play along—for now.” Her voice softened just enough to make the words more dangerous than they sounded. “Just don’t think I’m going to follow blindly. I’m not that easily controlled.”

Cazador’s smirk deepened, his eyes locking onto hers with a dangerous intensity. “Oh, I’m not asking you to follow blindly,” he said, his voice low and smooth, laced with a hint of amusement. “I just prefer to keep you guessing. Makes everything more... exciting.”

He took a deliberate step closer, his proximity radiating a mix of dominance and allure. “But don’t mistake my games for weakness,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a more dangerous tone. “I know exactly how to take control when the time comes. And you’ll learn that sooner or later.” His gaze never wavered, the unspoken challenge lingering between them.

Y/N held his gaze, her voice cutting through the air with a sharp, unwavering edge. “I’m not scared of you,” she declared, the seriousness in her tone undeniable, every word a challenge.

Cazador's smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing just slightly as if savoring the tension. He took a slow step back, studying her as though he found her response...intriguing. A flicker of something darker flashed across his expression, but it was gone in an instant. Without breaking eye contact, he gave her a deliberate, almost predatory smile.

“Good,” he said, his voice soft and dangerously calm, the satisfaction in his tone evident. “I’d be disappointed if you were.”

With a final, lingering glance, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his steps echoing in the silence he left behind, the air still crackling with the electricity of their unspoken exchange.

Y/N stood still for a moment, letting the weight of the interaction settle over her. Her heartbeat was steady, but there was a new tension in the air, one she couldn’t quite shake. After a breath, she straightened herself, her expression hardening with resolve. She wasn’t going to let him have the last word.

She moved towards the door, her steps deliberate, each one measured as she followed him. When she reached the front of the room, Cazador was standing by the door, his back to her, but he didn’t need to turn around to feel her approach. He knew she was there.

His eyes flicked to her over his shoulder, a silent challenge in them, daring her to step closer. He didn’t speak, just stood there, waiting. The tension between them thickened, crackling in the space, as though they were both poised on the edge of something neither of them was ready to admit.

Cazador’s gaze never left hers as he reached for the door handle, his fingers brushing the cold metal with practiced ease. With a single, fluid motion, he pushed the door open, the heavy wood creaking as it swung outward. He stepped aside, his expression unreadable, but there was a subtle tension in his posture—like a trap waiting to be sprung.

Y/N didn’t hesitate, her eyes locked on him as she moved past him, her movements swift and purposeful. She stepped outside, the early morning air sharp against her skin, and approached the waiting carriage.

The vehicle was extravagant yet also practical and quite sturdy. A few blankets were placed on the seats. The horses pawed at the ground impatiently as they prepared to move.

Cazador followed close behind, his presence looming, but he made no move to speak. Instead, he simply nodded toward the carriage door, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.

Y/N climbed inside, taking her seat with a quiet determination. Cazador settled across from her, his eyes still never straying far from her face as the door was shut behind them, sealing them in a shared silence. The carriage jolted into motion, the sound of the wheels turning over the rough ground the only noise between them as they began their journey toward Blackthorn.

The carriage rocked gently as it rumbled along, the silence between them stretching thin. Y/N broke it with a simple question, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “So…what now?”

Fun fact: This was almost going to be chapter 7! I was editing and thought hmmm I should add more detail. So I made this chapter 8 and completely re wrote chapter 7s plot. I really wanna take my time with this series.

Please like and reblog if you enjoyed :)

Hiii !

Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?💕

First of all, thank you so much for your kind words—it truly means a lot to me that you’d call yourself a fan 🥹 

I’m so grateful for your support, and it makes me so happy to know my writing has resonated with you 🥰

I think Cazador being with someone kind and nurturing would be fascinating. At first, he’d likely be skeptical or even unnerved by their kindness since it’s so unlike what he’s used to! But over time, I imagine he’d reluctantly come to cherish their acts of service, even if he struggled to show it….you know one day he’d end up adoring it slyly

Its always easier for me to write when someone wants something specific, my original stories are taking time because I have so many thoughts on the plot…amongst other things lol 

I've written you a little moment ! Enjoy :) 

Cazador X Sweet Reader !

The castle was silent, save for the faint scratching of Cazador’s quill against parchment. He sat at his desk in his dimly lit study, the only illumination coming from a few flickering candelabras on the table. 

The night outside was cold, the frost on the windows thick enough to distort the view of the darkened city below. Despite the fire crackling in the hearth behind him, there was a distinct chill in the room—one he stubbornly ignored. 

The door creaked open softly, and he didn’t bother looking up- knowing exactly who it would be. 

"I thought I made it clear I didn’t want to be disturbed," he said, his voice sharp, yet unconsciously quieter than how he'd speak to anyone else.

"I know," her voice answered, warm and soft as honey.

He paused, the tip of his quill hovering above the parchment. He didn’t turn, though his posture stiffened slightly as she approached. He heard the soft rustle of fabric and the faintest of footsteps, and then—without a word—a thick, velvety blanket was draped across his shoulders.

His first instinct was to shrug it off, to lash out at the presumptuous act, but her fingers lingered lightly on the edge of the fabric, grounding him. He waited to see if there was more she was there for.

"You’ve been working for hours," she said gently while brushing a strand of his hair softly. "It’s cold tonight."

The warmth of the blanket was almost immediate, but the touch of her kindness burned brighter. Another unsettling thought he knew he’d one day have to acknowledge. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, gripping the quill tighter to steady himself.

"I didn’t ask for this," he muttered, the edge in his tone softer than he intended.

"I know," she replied, with no trace of offense or hesitation. "But you deserve it anyway." She softly rubbed his arm before her hands slipped away, leaving only the weight of the blanket and her words behind. 

He finally turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of her retreating figure as she headed toward the door.

She paused there, glancing back at him with a gentle smile. "Goodnight, Cazador."

For a long moment, he stared at the door after it closed, the quiet of the study feeling heavier now.

His fingers brushed the edge of the blanket, where her soft hand once was. It wasn’t just the warmth he noticed—it was the faint, calming scent of vanilla woven into the fabric, a detail he knew she must have added just for him.

He let out a slow breath and turned back to his work. The words before him blurred, the image of her smile lingering in his mind like an echo he couldn’t shake. Frustrated, he slammed the quill down, the sound sharp in the quiet room. His hands clenched into fists, the tension in his fingers a reflection of the turmoil inside him. 

Though he didn’t say it aloud—he didn’t dare—he couldn’t deny the truth of it: for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the cold didn’t feel so suffocating. 

“Damn her,” he muttered, his voice low and venomous, though it faltered at the edges. “Damn her for this... for me.”

Yet even as the words left his lips, his fingers strayed to the edge of the blanket, tracing its soft fabric. The gesture betrayed him—lingering, hesitant, as if seeking comfort he could not name.

_________________________________________________________

why is this the most perfect thing ever?????

Husband!Simon Riley that’s silently delighted when you lean against him. he’s sturdy, a wall of a man - he’s cracking a small smile under his mask when you lean into him. he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, supporting your weight as you glance around. he tried leaning against you once, he didn’t tell you and caught you off guard, almost sending you tumbling to the floor

Husband!Simon Riley that likes when you give him mundane tasks. he’s always been good about following through on orders, yours just happen to be less life-or-death than his job. he’ll do exactly what you tell him to do, no comments or complaints. you want him to fold laundry? he’s doing it how you showed him, folding shirts and pants the way you like. you want him to change a lightbulb? he’s already walking to the closet. you want him to give you a kiss? say less, he’s stalking towards you

Rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag other people.

Tagged by @weaponizedwit

BLAUDZUN - EUPHORIA David Bowie - Rebel Rebel (2016 Remaster) Everlast - What it's Like Kula Shaker - Hush The Hive - Rigor Mortis Radio Mikky Ekko - Watch Me Rise My Chemical Romance - Sleep The xx - Crystalised The The - Dogs Of Lust Murray Head - Say It Ain't so, Joe

Let’s see what happens!

1. Theme from New York, New York - Frank Sinatra (I listened to Sinatra a lot when I had long covid and I was in pain okay??? last year my spotify wrapped was all him lol)

2. Starman - David Bowie

3. Montero - Lil Nas X (not my usual music genre but I like him so)

4. C’est la vie - Achille Lauro (suuuuper campy Italian artist I adore him)

5. A te - Jovanotti (older song but so sweet)

6. Everybody’s changing - Keane (I know, I was a teenager in the 00s, fight me)

7. Faith - George Michael (I don’t usually listen to him either actually but it’s good for the soul to breach out a little from classic rock lol)

8. Paint it black - Rolling Stones (one of my favorite songs actually)

9. Nothing else matters - Metallica

10. American pie - Don McLean

(By the way, @postmodernmulticoloredcloak your taste in music is great and you made me want to listen to "A te" again for the first time in like 5 years. Also, I had just managed to get "American Pie" out of my head after literal months. Damn it.)

Let's see:

1) "Manifiesto" by Victor Jara, because apparently I like to rend my heart in half

2) "Rin de l'Angelito" by Inti Illimani (okay in my defense I have been listening to this one since I was a very small child and I have been feeling nostalgic lately)

3) "Belle" from Notre Dame de Paris (a classic)

4) "Movement" by Hozier (well, I guess there had to be at least one Hozier song)

5) "Ceux qui Rêvent" by Pomme ( I couldn't sleep the last few nights)

6) "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen (the one in the London Stadium that gives me chills)

7) "Il testamento di Tito" by Fabrizio de André (an everpresent favourite of mine)

8) "Innuendo" by Queen (because we have style and taste in this house)

9)... "La Marseilles" sung by Mirelle Mathieu (don't judge me)

10) (I honestly can't believe this): "Angel with a Shotgun" by The Cab

Rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag other people.

1. Slippery by Migos ft Gucci Mane

2. Hey Tonight by CCR

3. Blue by Born I Music

4. Silent Storm by Carl Espen

5. Knocking on Heaven’s Door sung by The Raign

6. Zombie by the Cranberries

7. Quarter To by Radio Company

8. This Love by Taylor Swift

9. Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

10. Does the Teen AquaForce theme song as a ringtone count? 😆

Imma throw in a #11 because of that last one: Welcome to the Black Parade by MCR

I honestly thought there’d be more oldies and rap.

I’m shy about tagging but I’m going for it: @velvethopewrites @acl829 @bookdork1 @heller-cockles-truther @bexfangirlforlife @minalblood

1. This is how I learn to say no - Emeline

2. Girl Crush - Halestorm cover

3. Lose you to love me - Selena Gomez

4. Francesca - Hozier

5. Willow - Taylor Swift

6. The Willow Maid - Erutan

7. Dead to Rights - Radio Company

8. Dance me to the end of love - Leonard Cohen

9. Whole lotta love - Led Zeppelin

10. Blow high, blow low - Karliene

I'll add vinus track 11 cuz its a great song

11. Dacă ploaia s-ar opri - Cargo (If the rain would stop is the translation of the title)

P.S. this was my nighttime before sleep playlist so ... most song will be sorta slow ish as you'll have noticed by now if u recognize them.

1. I Monster - Who is She

2 Terrance Zdunich - Grace for sale

3. Heilung - Anoana

3. Juda's Priest - A Touch of Evil

4. The Civil Wars - The One That Got Away

5. Amigo The Devil - Hell and You

6. Shawn James - Curse of The Fold

7. Phoenix - Invocatie

8. Bauhaus - Nerves

9. Alessandro Safina - Luna

10. Wardruna - Helvegen

One extra track:

11. Rotting Christ - Ze Nigmar

I dedicate this to @ajokeformur-ray​ 

- OK, so, first and foremost let’s state the obvious here, which is that Jerry Dandrige is an ancient and wise vampire, who has witnessed the rise and fall of many empires in his life. He has tasted grief, betrayal and sadness like no mortal ever could in the short span of their life. So he isn’t exactly prone to falling in love easily, if only because he’s learned firsthand how unwise it is for someone like him to open up his heart to someone he barely knows. That being said, Jerry became attracted to you the moment you two first met, and once it became obvious you returned the sentiment, he became courting you properly. But your relationship was built over time, on a sturdy foundation of love, trust and mutual respect. And I cannot emphasise enough how highly he thinks of you, and how much he adores everything about you - especially your mind and your personality. Like, look, let me be clear here: Jerry is 100% attracted to your body, but we’re talking about an immortal creature here, who’s had quite a few lovers over the centuries. He’s not some hormonal teenager who only cares about your looks, but rather a complex and extraordinary man who craves genuine companionship, and a stable relationship.

- Therefore, communication is legit the most important factor in your life as a couple. Jerry knows and loves you for who you are, and you feel the exact same way about him. So, not only are the two of you utterly comfortable around each other, but you also genuinely enjoy talking to one another about virtually anything. And, just to state the obivious here, but Jerry is a fucking treat to listen to and discuss with - the dude has literally LIVED history, travelled the world and read more than any mortal ever could.

- Not gonna lie, sex was not brought up until much later in your relationship, partly because Jerry is probably demisexual. Like, he kinda suspected you were a virgin long before you told him yourself, but he figured you’d make the first move when you were ready. Which is not to say he didn’t desire you, but rather that he didn’t want to pressure you in any way, and he was perfectly content to wait until you were prepared to explore your sexuality. But it isn’t like physical intimacy was foreign to you guys. Hand holding, cuddling, (dirty) dancing and kissing were the norm in your relationship. Speaking of which, Jerry Dandrige is one hell of a kisser, like holy shit, it’s almost a religious experience to feel his cool and soft lips pressed against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth with sensual and lazy strokes, as if he has all the time in the world to savour your sweet taste. And he never lets you rush it, one strong arm coiled around your waist, and strong fingers gently gripping your chin, effectively holding you in place as you squirm in arousal against him. Naturally, you still try to take over, to turn these sinfully slow kisses into something deeper and messier, but Jerry will simply shush you and whisper soothing words with his lips hovering mere inches away from yours. And Jesus take the fucking wheel, is that supposed to calm your hormones down, cause it SURE AS HELL ain’t working - in fact it makes you wanna jump his gorgeous ancient vampire bones even more. Sexual frustration.jpg.

- He uses the same tactic during slow dances that start super classy and slowly turn downright carnal, his hands slowly mapping your curves, smoothing up and down your thighs and squeezing your ass with just enough pressure to short-circuit your brain. Then, he’d sensually grind against you to the music’s rhythm, nose buried in the crook of your neck, taking in your delicious scent, as whispered praises and sweet nothings would slip past his lips… And then the song would end, and he would part from you with a chaste kiss on your knuckles, smiling politely down at you, dark eyes full of false innocence - like he didn’t just rock your world with his sinful dance moves. In other words, this smug toothy bastard slowly and expertly riled you up, until your poor hormones were like:

- But communication being your guys’ forte, it didn’t take long until you sat Jerry’s gorgeous ass down for a chat, where you confessed you were a virgin, but you finally felt ready to shared your body with him. The way he handled this conversation with so much tact and consideration, only cemented your decision to have Jerry as the first (and only) man to sleep with you. After all, you had saved yourself in hopes of finding the right partner, someone next to whom you could see yourself spending the rest of your life - and Jerry was definitely that man. Of course, he was deeply honoured that you felt this way, and vowed to keep on loving, protecting and cherishing you until the end of time. But in order to make sure your first time together would be truly memorable and enjoyable, Jerry insisted that you talk to him openly about your sexual preferences, curiosities and boundaries. At the end of this raw and vulnerable conversation, he took your hands into his, and pressed a pious kiss on your knuckles, thanking you for being so trusting and honest.

- However, for a few weeks after this discussion, Jerry pretty much acted like nothing ever happened, which both frustrated and confused you, especially when he would diplomatically deflect your attempts at getting down and dirty with him. Didn’t he want you as much as you wanted him? You asked Jerry as much one evening, after yet another failed try to have sex with him - but he dispelled your worries with a passionate kiss on your lips and a reassurance that he yearned with an intensity he’d never experienced before. He pleaded with you to have patience and trust him to take care of everything.

- And, oh boy, did the long wait pay off! You see, Jerry was planning a surprise for you - namely an unforgettable romantic date night, as perfect and beautiful as you were in his eyes. So, while you were away for the day, he pulled the blinds so the sun wouldn’t bother him, and turned the living room into a cozy velvet-draped, flower-clad and candlelit love nest, with a table for two at its very centre. He ordered your favourite delicacies, to be delivered just before your arrival, and the finest wine to compliment their taste. To say you were pleasantly surprised when you returned home would be an understatement - greeted by the lovely aromas of gourmet food and roses, and your lover’s welcoming embrace. Jerry kissed you long and deep, then urged you to go upstairs and change into something more comfortable - which turned out to be a custom made outfit that he had ordered for you in the light of this most special occasion. And, of course, because he knew you so well, those clothes perfectly fit your tastes and your body shape. The ravenous look Jerry gave you, as you joined him for dinner downstairs, was enough to get you all hot and bothered, already squirming in your chair and blushing like a highschooler. 

- The date itself was absolutely perfect, and so very romantic, full of suggestive glances, lingering touches and stolen kisses. After you finished eating, Jerry asked you for a dance which soon turned rather erotic, his hands mapping your body, teasing your breasts, squeezing your hips, gliding over your ass and caressing your inner thighs, so close yet so far away from where you wanted them to roam. 

- This dance, of course, quickly turned into a very passionate make out session, which Jerry insisted on taking to the bedroom. So he carried you upstairs, where he laid you gently on the bed, and helped you undress, while kissing every single inch of newly exposed flesh.

- In fact, he practically worshipped you with his hands and his mouth, scattering lovebites all over your naked body, from your navel to your chest, then your belly, and finally your inner thighs. He lingered there, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips, as you writhed and pleaded desperately for more.

- Ever the gentleman, Jerry complied to your wishes, and touched his lips to your aching core, and began devouring you like a man possessed. His licked, prodded and sucked at your soaking flesh, a growl rattling in his chest as his eyes turned crimson with desire. His canines elongated into fangs, and carefully grazed your sensitive skin, without breaking it. This only added to the delicious pressure building slowly in your lower belly.

- Jerry ate you out until you came screaming his name, and kept going until you lost count on how many times you climaxed.

- Only after he was 100% sure you were relaxed and aroused enough, did he crawl up your body, and pressed his mouth to yours in a searing kiss, then asked your consent to take things further.

- Once you have given him and enthusiastic “yes”, Jerry nestled himself between you legs, and entered you in one swift motion. He muffled your startled moan with another hungry kiss, and stood still for a couple of moments, so you could get used to his girth - then, he started moving slow but deep, inside of you.

- As your arousal grew in intensity, and you relaxed against him, Jerry increased the pace, and slipped a hand between you bodies, and began teasing your clit, while he licked and suckled at the delicate skin of your neck.

- So passionate, thorough and gentle was he, that your first experience didn’t hurt one bit. In fact, it was more pleasurable and beautiful than anything you might have imagined.

- Slowly, yet surely, you felt the familiar pressure of another orgasm building up, and you held unto Jerry for dear life - moaning his name, and begging him to go faster - until the coil in your belly snapped, and you came harder than ever before. He followed suit, holding you tightly in his arms, as he rode the waves of his own release.

- For a while, the both of you lay silent and breathless in bed, lost in each other’s embrace. Jerry whispered words of comfort and praise in your hair, telling you how beautiful you are, and how good you felt.

- Eventually, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to draw you a hot bath. After he washed and dressed you in your pajamas, he brought your favourite snacks and drinks, so you could enjoy them in bed, while you watched your favourite TV show together. 

Anon request: Would you be open to writing something with jerry where he’s comforting after you’ve been bit and are changing? Preferably with a male insert, but if not that’s fine too.

Warning: Miiiild nsfw, blood.

- The decision to turn you into a vampire was NOT made on an impulse. In fact, it was something you and Jerry had discussed at length on more than one occasion. And even if you were adamant about becoming just like him, your lover insisted that you really think this through, because life as a nomadic immortal blood drinker could be quite hellish at times. You would have to kill in order to survive, hide your nature from nosy humans and fight for territory against other vampires - not to mention you’d inevitably end up witnessing the demise of everyone you loved in your human life.

- But you knew there was beauty in becoming a creature of the night as well, for you could spend an eternity next to the man you loved most, travel together forever, witness the rise and fall of human empires, and absorb all the knowledge and beauty that this world has to offer - without ever having to worry about running out of time.

- You didn’t exactly have to beg Jerry to turn you, because the thought of losing you was too horrible for him to even ponder. He’s had quite a few lovers over the centuries, but they either feared eternal damnation, or simply desired the power that came with being a vampire. Naturally, with each loss and tumultuous breakup, a part of Jerry’s ancient and wounded soul would turn to stone. That was until he finally met you - someone who genuinely loved and respected him, and whom he adored in return. In this sense, your relationship was the most real, healthy and stable interaction he’s ever had in his long life - and Jerry was wise enough to realize you were quite literally his soulmate.

- Therefore, he set out to make the night of your transformation as memorable and beautiful as possible, so he basically organized a gorgeous candlelit dinner date at home - where you would sample your favourite dishes one last time. Not gonna lie, it was the most emotional and romantic date you two have ever had, full of meaningful conversations, stolen kisses and loving caresses. After dessert, Jerry asked you for a dance to your favourite slow song. Ever the sensual and passionate lover, Jerry obviously had to turn this waltz into a carnal experience that unavoidably ended with the two of you in bed.

- If you thought before that sleeping with Jerry was the most sizzling, mouth-watering and overwhelmingly pleasurable affair, this night was proof that you had barely scratched the surface of his lust for you. Like, seriously, holy fuck, it was like he was desperate to memorize your flushed, sweaty and tear-stained face, while your heart still pumped hot blood into your human veins. You came so many times that, by the time Jerry finally sank his fangs into your neck, you were barely conscious from all the erotic exhaustion.

- The bite itself wasn’t so bad, as you had allowed him to feed on your before. But, man, was the transition itself a goshdang nightmare. Your entire body was on fire - every nerve ending practically twisting in agony like nothing you had ever felt before. Your bones, your skin, your eyes… everything that made you human, was mutating and morphing into something monstrous and devoid of life’s warmth. You felt both tortorously hot and uncomfortably cold at the same time, but you found yourself unble to scream or articulate your pain, because your throat became as dry and raspy as sandpaper.

- Jerry, of course, never left your side, and held you in his arms throughout this entire ordeal, shushing you and whispering words of love and encouragement in your ear. It may have not helped with the physical pain, but as your sire, his simple presence helped ease the psychological strain of your excruciating transformation. So you whimpered and cried in his embrace, your face buried into his chest, as Jerry gently rocked you like one would an anguished newborn.

SFW

- First and foremost, Jerry would have to really respect and love you in order for you to become his lover. He’d never date someone he deems beneath him.

- He’s a very deep and complex individual, and his love is as immortal, resilient and timeless as he is. Whether you accept to become a vampire yourself, or remain mortal and die of old age, Jerry will respect your decision, and continue to love you until the end of all days.

- Since we already established he’s not a shallow guy, rest assured he’d adore you no matter your appearance and despite your many flaws. If anything, he sees your flaws as marks of your uniqueness, and will love you even more because of them.

- Although he dislikes the term “ sugar daddy ” and its implications…he kinda is one, but don’t tell him that unless you want to be lectured on ancient courtly manners or something. He spoils you rotten, provides for you both financially, physically and emotionally because he loves and respects you, and not because he wants something in return. You are perfect in his eyes - a beautiful work of art in the flesh, a sliver of divinity trapped in human body - so of course he will cater to your every need or whim.

- If you are a history nerd, or simply into vintage artsy stuff, you’re in luck, because Jerry is like the perfect match for you. He will tell you stories of bygone eras, he will gift you jewellery that had once adorned the bodies of fallen monarchs, and your very house will be like an elegant time capsule filled with remnants of epochs long past.

- A very charming and charismatic partner, the kind who feels comfortable in any situation and tries his hardest to make you feel the same way. As we know from the movie, he can be smug and sassy at times, and he has a slightly dark sense of humour. Jerry knows just how to make you laugh and help you relax after a stressful day, and he takes great pride in knowing you trust him enough to let your guard down around him.

- He’s a very chill kinda partner. Even from the movie, it is quite obvious Jerry doesn’t easily lose his patience, and generally prefers to avoid conflict - and that reflects into your relationship as well. Simply put, it’s very hard for you to argue with Jerry, because he will try to calm you down or make you laugh in order to defuse a tense situation. Which is not to say he won’t listen to you - on the contrary, he always encourages you to express your feelings to him, even if they are negative, so that he can avoid upsetting you in the future. Unless he thinks you are being truly unreasonable, Jerry is not above apologising and making it up to you. On the other hand, if you are the one in the wrong, he will gently try to explain his point of view to you. Legit the only time he will get truly mad at you is if you willingly put yourself in the face of danger. He’s already lost a beloved once, and he refuses to let that happen to you as well. Even when he loses his temper, Jerry is quite mindful of your feelings. He might shout, hiss and growl, but he will never try to hurt you physically or emotionally. You are his entire world and he wants to keep you safe and happy, and he’s too old for heated emotional outbursts and arguments.

- PDA??? All the time, anytime, anywhere - so long as it is kept classy. Jerry’s a gentleman through and through. He will hold your hand, offer you his arm, hold you by the shoulders or waist, pepper little kisses on your forehead, cheeks or mouth… But no hardcore making out in public, because he just finds it unbecoming. Unless you guys are clubbing ( if you are into that, ofc ), case in which he’s gonna astound you with how sensually he can move. Not gonna lie, you’ll probably be begging him to take you home and ravish you after a long session of dirty dancing.

- In private, he’s even more touchy. Part of it is because he knows how fleeting life can be, and how precious these moments together are, and he just wants to really enjoy them and bask in the softness of your skin, the scent of your perfume, the gentle lullaby of your heartbeat… He will hover behind you as you cook, have you sit on his lap while you work on your computer, and hold you in his arms as you watch tv on the couch,  read or sleep. His lips are always in your hair, on your cheeks, against your mouth, or buried in the crook of your neck. And don’t worry, he doesn’t bite…unless you want him to, of course. * nudge nudge, wink wink *

- Takes you on fancy dates every Friday night. And if you prefer staying in, he will simply turn your living room into the most romantic setting ever, with scented candles, rose petals and all the shebang. He will order your favourite food, share a bottle of wine with you, and then take you to bed for some extra romance, if you catch my drift.

- The kind of lover how remembers every anniversary or festive occasion, and knows exactly what gifts to buy you. To Jerry, you are like an open book - one that he adores studying and rereading every day. And with each facet and each quirk of yours he discovers, he falls in love with you even more.

- It’s not hard to please Jerry. Just love him, respect him and show him that he means the world to you, and he will be the happiest man in the world. He doesn’t want nor need expensive gifts from you, but rest assured he will cherish any and every trinket you might give him.

- Jerry’s a romantic at heart, so he’s definitely the kind of guy who will constantly remind you how much he loves you and how perfect you are in his eyes, either through heartfelt confessions or through his actions.

NSFW

- Very passionate, romantic and sensual. He doesn’t “ fuck ” you, he makes love to you like you are his everything.

- Vanilla and classy between the sheets. If you are into D/s dynamics, it might take a while to convince him to play along. Definitely NOT into daddy kink. If you wanna call him something, try something more refined, like “ my liege ”. In return, he will call you “ sweetling ” or “ my heart ”.

- He’s a switch, so don’t be shy about asking him to bottom for you, because he will do so gladly, and enjoy every moment of it.

- Are you self conscious? Well, no worries, because Jerry is into body worship, and the compliments and sweet nothings he whispers against your skin, as he peppers it with decadent kisses, would put even the most skilled poets to shame. You are his muse, and he is the artist laying his love at your feet.

- He’s very much into dirty talk, but the classy courtly kind. The things Jerry whispers in your ear as he makes love to you are so elegantly raunchy that they could make even the devil blush.

- Prefers positions where he can look into your eyes, kiss your lips and hold your hand. Additionally, he loves muffling your moans with his mouth, drinking in the sounds you make as he makes you cum over and over again.

The fact that you write for Dwayne (Lost Boys) legit had me weak. I have been in love with this mofo since I was like 14 (and I'm 27 now, so if that's not dedication idek what is) and you... FED ME. And your take on Dwayne is legit how I imagined him, like isn't it just fantastic when you read a fanfic that just makes your brain go "DING DING DING DING JACKPOT" that's me with your Dwayne content, I wanna cry.

If I may, but like please ignore this suggestion if it doesn't inspire you ... I am short af, like 4'11"(1.50m) kinda short, and I am kinda curious... How would Dwayne feel about that? Like how would he act around a very short partner? Is he the teasing type, the protective type, the "ur adorable" type... Does he have a size kink? Would he develop one? ;v;

Again, please just ignore this part of my message if you don't feel inspired by this little suggestion/idea/thing!

And plz keep posting your stuff because your blog legit helped me get out of a very nasty depressive episode and I cannot thank you enough for this!

First off let me just say that I am so freaking honored! Like holy crap! Dwayne the one boy I struggled to write when I first started writing about them, and to hear someone say that I nailed him perfectly to how they imagined him is just 🥹🥹. I'm also so glad that my stories helped you out of your depressive episode. As someone who has them herself I always wanna be able to help others through theres.❤️

Now on to the ask! (Never written a short reader before because I myself am 5'7-5'8 but I'mma try lol)

Warning: HINTS AT SMUT AT THE END

Dwayne is all three types when it comes to his shorter s/o. He's protective upon meeting you because in his mind, your height makes you more vulnerable to things, even if you are a little spitfire (like Marko) in his mind he still needs to use his own height to protect you. He will be your sword AND shield so you don't need to worry.

He also finds you absolutely adorable, especially when you have to ask him for help to reach stuff, it's no secret amongst the boys that Dwayne loves to be needed, it's like a drug to him, so that being said, he will be a cheeky shit at times and put stuff he knows you'll want, higher up so you have to come to him, with that adorable pout and ask in the sweetest voice.

"Dwayne can you help me?"

Cause you don't even know that you already have him wrapped around your finger.

He won't start teasing until you're a little ways into the relationship. It starts with little things, asking in a teasing voice "need something baby?" Other times it's "it's so cute when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me. On more than one occasion he has easily lifted you up so you are at eye level with him, smiling that teasing smile and saying "there, isn't this easier baby? No need to strain your neck".

He loves how when you're out on the boardwalk he can wrap you in his arms, chin resting atop your head and feel like he is totally shielding you. How your body fitting so snuggly in his arms.

He never thought he had a size kink until he met you, but he soon realized he was wrong. The way his hand will totally eclipse yours when he holds them, how he can easily cup your cheeks and pull you close, his lips bruising your smaller ones. How easily you fit into his lap, either just relaxing so he can read to you, or during...other times.

That was another area his newly found kink came in. Seeing you taking him every time has his head reeling because he honestly is shocked when you take him. It always leaves him gasping and groaning, eyes locked on where you're joined, unable to look away.