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mia 𓏲ּ𝄢 she / her. 19 . ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

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“Take me down, a little bit harder now.”

2022 gerard way x reader smut

sub!gerard x fem!reader

summary: you come home to a desperate, needy gerard who usually never acts up like this. why the sudden change?

WARNING! includes: use of aprodisiac, voyeurism, consensual intoxication, breeding, oral sex, overstimulation, dacryphillia, loud sex, orgasm denial, spanking, slight bdsm, handcuffs & blindfolds !

enjoy you horny freaks!

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You were running late from work today and decided to take your own sweet time, taking advantage of the evening by dilly dallying around the block. Even through knowing Gerard was home, all alone. Knowing him, the guy was either sleeping, doing work, or working on a comic of his. Maybe even planning his next show? Who knows.

Ding! Your phone vibrated in your pocket, urging you to check who it was.

New message from Gerard - “Baby, please come home.”

You furrow your eyebrows. That’s odd. Is he safe? Sick, maybe? Your fingers scurry around the keyboard as you turn the block to your parked car.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” You text back, unlocking the car door.

He sent a voice recording, 30 seconds long. You put it to your ear as you started the car, getting ready to drive home. Muffled noises are all you hear as you click play… which slowly turned into long, draggy moans and whimpers calling out your name. It made your stomach flip, as you bit your lower lip.

“B-baby p-please… I don’t know what’s h-happening… I c-can’t s-stop… need you so b-bad… pleeaasee..” he moans into the speaker, his hand stroking his solid cock in a sickly quick pace with his slick spit as lube leaving wet plopping noises in the background as he edged himself further.

You felt yourself sink into the leather seat, your body tingling with urges to touch yourself right then and there, but you knew he needed you. He needed you now. Your hands latched onto the steering wheel as you pressed the exhilarator as fast as you could, rushing home with his needy voice lingering in your mind and body. Your mind was filled with thoughts of only him and what was waiting at home for you made you shiver with excitement and arousal.

Just as soon as you turned the corner home, driving into your driveway, you grabbed the handcuffs and blindfold from your backseat pocket. You bought those around a year ago when you first wanted to try new things with Gerard, but he was always so busy with work that you never built up the integrity to bring it up. Better late than never.

You rush through the front door and immediately hear his moans echoing from your bedroom upstairs. You could hear him, every single breath he took and every stroke and groan he made, you could hear all of it, and you wanted more. You need more, so much more. Just as you were about to head upstairs, you noticed an empty bottle of Viagra on the counter top, labelled *DO NOT TAKE*. You sighed in disbelief at the foolish boy, who most probably had mistaken it as painkillers.

Your footsteps echoed along the stairway as your breath grew ragged and your brain grew foggier.

Opening the wooden door, a very much needy and vulnerable version of your boyfriend greets you. He’s spread out on the bed, legs shaking and jittering, his mouth is gaped open with drool spilling from it and all sorts of pretty noises coming out of him as he stroked himself vigorously, his crimson tip just absolutely leaking with precum, begging for that sweet release. His face was flushed and salty sweat dripped from his forehead and his neck.

You had never seen him like this. Not once in your lifetime did you think that you would. You can’t believe your eyes. You adore what you see.

“Baby.. what happened here?” You tease, gesturing the mess he’d made.

“Y-you’re back… I missed you so much..” he whimpered, covering his leaking cock with his stained boxers. He nearly got up to hug you when you stopped him in his tracks, pushing him back down onto the bed as he grunted.

“Dont move unless I tell you to. Understand?” You commanded, cupping his shivery hands with yours, firmly. He nods, looking down at you with teary yet desperate eyes, so innocent yet so dirty.

“Now, let me see what we have here.” You whisper, removing the boxers off his aching member. You gasp, a condescending smirk forming on your face.

“You want me to take care of you, hm?” You say softly, fingers dragging along his skin. He whimpered in response, trying his very best not to buck his cock into your hands right away. Instead he nods.

Instead of stroking him off like he thought you would, you take his cock fully into your throat at the speed of lightning, sucking his tip like a lollipop and deep throating him whilst cupping and massaging his sensitive purple balls. He gasped and choked on air, gripping on the sheets while his eyes rolled back like a poker machine. All he could do was groan out your name every now and then. It made your cunt grow wetter, you grew needier for the relief of his sweet, sweet cock inside of your tight cunt.

“M’gona gonna cum baby !” He screams out as he holds your head tight around him while releasing copious amounts of white liquid onto your pink wet tongue. You gasped as he shuddered beneath you, laughing at how vulnerable he was at this very moment. You needed to break him even more. As you wiped your mouth dry, you took your clothes off completely and tossed them away, watching as he drooled at the mere sight of your perfect tits and your dripping pussy. He put his hands on your waist but you slapped them away, pinning him down and claiming him as yours. It was like hunter and prey, you were hunting him to claim what you truly wanted, deep inside you.

Grinding your pussy up and down on his cock, your juices mixed together with his and you both moaned in union, your lips slightly parted and his completely wide apart. You press your lips against his, slipping your tongue in his mouth as you finally sinked down on his big, hard cock, causing him to moan loudly into your mouth. He bucked up into your pussy as you rode his cock vigorously, your tits bouncing on top of him and there was absolutely nothing he could do except moan and whimper and squeal with neediness, begging you to let him touch you, to feel you everywhere. Your back arched as his inches hit every spot you needed to get to your climax, the bottom of his shaft causing friction against your clit.

“Please mommy.. I-it’s so m-much… I’m g-gonna cum in your pussy..!” He managed to whimper out, bucking his hips more n more till he couldn’t anymore. “Did I say you could?” You scoff, bouncing faster. He whines in response, shutting his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“I’ll count to 3.” You say, smirking down at him. “When I say one, you can cum.”

He nods violently, tears welling up in his pretty eyes which somehow turned you on even more. Your pussy clenched around him making him cry harder.

“Three.” You tease, digging your nails into his sensitive skin. He squealed.

“Two.” You picked up the pace, your ass slapping against his thighs. He nearly screamed.

“O…..” you dragged, teasing the poor mutt as he growled in frustration. You put your mouth next to his ear, and whispered in a seductive tone.

“…One. Cum for me baby.” He gasped for air as he bucked into you, watching your pussy squeeze around him as you reached your orgasm yourself. He felt the built up pressure burning inside him as he finally let go, screaming in thrill as he filled you up. You dropped down onto his lap a few more times before getting off, his milky cum leaking out from your stretched out pussy.

“I have something for you. To teach you a lesson about taking random pills you find.” He looks down in embarrassment, quickly turning his attention back toward you. You grab the silky, red blindfold and the black, metal handcuffs which you knew he’d love so very much. He watches you dangle them above his head, too dumb to function.

“Turn around.” You demand of him, and he follows your orders with a gentle smile. You cuff him and make sure it’s tight, turning him back around and slipping the blindfold onto his face. He gasps softly as you kiss his neck, travelling further down to his belly right to his v-line.

“Now, I want you to bend over my knee for me. Can you do that, pup?” He nods, obeying your wish and bending his pretty body over your knee, his still throbbing cock between both your thighs. You rub his ass with your hand, the other one burrowing through his hair, tugging at it slightly which earned a whine. With no preparation, your hand flew off and back on his ass, slapping his skin hard, making it sting. He yelped as you spanked him, yet you felt his dick twitch between your thighs. He liked it, didn’t he?

“What a dirty boy, I can feel you, yknow?” You teased, spanking him once more. His ass cheeks were flushed red with your handprint tattooed on them. He looked so pretty like this. You moved your thighs and he groaned.

“Nggh- please.. don’t move your legs like that..” he begged under his breath.

“Aw.. why not puppy?”

“Because if you keep doing that.. I’ll cum again.” He whispered.

You started shuffling your thighs in repetitive motions while spanking him over n over again. His voiced cracked and he lost any control of his body and mind he potentially still had before, drooling his dumb mutt spit all over your carpet as his heavy load squirted onto your slick thighs. You stopped and slowly removed his blindfold, taking his cuffs off and rubbing his back gently. He caught his breath and turned back to you, his was gaze teary and he was sniffling as he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately and holding you tight like he’d been wanting to.

“T-thank you baby. I feel better now.” He sniffled, smiling at you gently like he’d always do.

“I hope I wasn’t too hard on you.” You said back, to which he shook his head no, and whispered something in your ear which made you chuckle.

Until next time.

part 2 out soon !!!

ayesha erotica’s version !

“saw this boy at the mall last week, got the kind of look to make me freak!”

emo/rebellious teen gerard x reader !!

summary: you’re alone at the record store in your local mall when you stumble upon a cute guy who’s just your type. what happens when you muster up the courage to say hello?

gee way masterlist

it was a gloomy tuesday afternoon.

you were on the bus to your local mall, wearing sweatpants and an old type o negative t shirt which was practically falling apart at the seams. a year ago, you cut the collar off so it would fall off your shoulder but now it’s a little too loose. “(one of those) crazy girls” by paramore played on your ipod as you glanced out the window to grey skies every now and then.

at the second bus stop, a group of boys walked in, polluting the air with obnoxiously loud laughter and banter. you noticed that you had unfortunately caught one of the boys’ attention.

“dude, look at that chick. what a creep.” he said, you simply scoffed, flipping them off as you grabbed your bag and stormed out of the bus. assholes. they were assholes. everywhere you went those similar grins and irritating faces followed you and you didn’t even know why. was it just for the mere fact that you were a creep? a loser? you brushed the thought away, walking straight through the glass doors that led you into that familiar mall. that smell of smoke, toxic chemicals and dried up paint. thick white pillars and outdated clothing stores overflowing with filthy second hand clothes. yet, it felt like home to you. you belonged there, to rot.

straight away, you took the escalator up to the 3rd floor, where your favourite record shop was located. they had all your favourite bands. from green day to blink 182, anything you want just name it. you’d find yourself spending most of your days in the stuffy old shop, the owner had practically memorised your face by now. strangely, your favourite part about being there was that nobody else ever came. maybe one or two people would pass by every now and then but there really wasn’t many other people like you in that small town you grew up in.

as you shuffled through the records and cd’s you felt a startling presence approaching behind you. you shuddered and the cold air this unknown person brought in.

you glanced behind you, it was a boy. not one of those ordinary, eshay boys like the ones you saw on the bus, but something else instead. something new. someone special. you could only see the back of him but he had messy black hair, slightly greasy to say the least but who were you to judge, so was yours. it was around his shoulders and he’d run his hands through it as he shuffled through the music. he wore a black leather jacket and a red undershirt with little white stripes. his pants were torn and distressed followed with some old dirty red converse. there was something strange about him. it intrigued you. it felt like a mystery waiting to be discovered.

trying your very best to be “slick”, you shifted your direction to the same isle as the ravenette boy, glancing at his face. your heart fluttered as you admired the boy, his long eyes lashes slightly curled and black liner smudged along his waterline, as if he’d slept in it for the last few days. his skin was clear and pale, lips as cold as ice and perfectly aligned. chains fell from his neck and belt and his nails were chipped with black nail polish. god, he was perfect.

while you were caught in mesmerisation you hadn’t realised a cd slipping from your hand.

click! it dropped on the hard floor, starting the boy you’d made your new obsession.

“oh shit! sorry..” you apologise, cheeks flushed and flustered.

he leaned down to pick it up, handing it back to you with a smile.

“here.”

smiling nervously, you take it from him. your fingers touched his in the slightest, making you tingle deep inside. you wanted to scurry away, but instead you did what you thought you’d never do.

“im uh.. im y/n. what’s your name?” you say, holding your hand out for him to shake. god, you’re such a drag.

he smiles in response, grabbing your hand.

“i’m gerard. nice to meet you.”

“you uh, shop here often? i’ve never seemed to see you here before.”

“oh, i just moved here, actually. im from up north. i didn’t expect there to be any cool stores here honestly.” he chuckled.

you nodded, agreeing with absolutely anything he’d say. “i like your style, by the way. it’s cool.” you murmur out.

“yeah?” he says.

you nod, fidgeting at your sweaty hands behind your back.

gerard way fanfic masterlist

Closer : vampire sub gerard x reader

Emo Boy : teenage dirtbag gerard x reader

A Little Bit Harder Now: horny gerard x reader

All The Time: bottom gerard x reader

Birthday sex : basement gerard x reader

all works here include smut !!!

lestat de lioncourt x louis de pointe du lac fluff !

“Be all the beautiful things you are, Louis. And be them without apology.”

SFW!!!

Summary: The city has changed. They have, too. On a quiet balcony overlooking the French Quarter, Louis and Lestat discover that after centuries of heartbreak, forgiveness can be found in the smallest moments, and forever isn’t so frightening when it’s shared.

a/n: Ok I leave. Lowk cried while writing this story but whatever it’s okay (it’s not okay 💔)

The night was too quiet for New Orleans.

Louis stood on the balcony of their townhouse, watching the city glow beneath a humid summer sky. Cars hummed where horses once wandered, and distant music drifted upward from the French Quarter. Time had changed the world again. Lestat, somehow, looked exactly as he always had.

“You brood even more beautifully beneath LED streetlights,” Lestat said, appearing behind him with impossible silence.

“I wasn’t brooding.”

“You were contemplating eternity.”

“I was thinking about whether you’ll ever stop making dramatic entrances.”

Lestat smiled, the kind of smile that could start wars or end them.

“Never.”

For a moment, neither spoke. After decades of chaos, betrayal, forgiveness, and finding one another again, silence had become its own language.

Louis leaned against the railing. “The city’s different.”

“So are we.”

“Are we?”

Lestat stepped beside him, resting his arms on the balcony. “You don’t leave every time I annoy you.”

“I’ve considered it.”

“I know.”

Louis laughed. A quiet, genuine sound that made Lestat glance toward him with unmistakable affection.

“You used to hate when I laughed,” Louis said.

“I hated when someone else was the reason.”

The confession hung between them.

Lestat’s confidence often concealed truths that only surfaced in rare moments like this. Beneath the theatrical charm was someone who feared being forgotten more than death itself.

“I’ve spent centuries trying to be extraordinary,” Lestat murmured. “Yet the moments I remember most are painfully ordinary.”

“Such as?”

“You reading while pretending not to notice I was watching you.”

Louis raised an eyebrow.

“You pretending to dislike my piano.”

“I did dislike your piano.”

“You liked me playing it.”

“…Perhaps.”

Lestat grinned victoriously.

“There it is. Progress.”

Louis rolled his eyes before gently nudging Lestat’s shoulder.

“You always need to win.”

“I don’t.”

“You absolutely do.”

“I only need to hear you admit I’m right.”

“I’ll never give you that satisfaction.”

“Then we’ll have eternity to debate it.”

Their hands brushed against one another on the railing.

Neither pulled away.

Below them, the city carried on, unaware that two immortals stood above it sharing a peace they had once believed impossible.

Louis finally intertwined his fingers with Lestat’s.

“You know,” he said softly, “I used to think forever sounded exhausting.”

“And now?”

“Now… I think forever depends on who you’re spending it with.”

Even Lestat, master of grand speeches, found himself speechless.

Instead, he lifted Louis’s hand and pressed a lingering kiss against his knuckles.

“No audience?” Louis teased.

“For this?” Lestat answered. “Never. Some performances are meant for one person.”

Louis smiled. The small, private smile few had ever earned.

The night stretched endlessly ahead, and for once eternity felt less like a burden than a promise.

Together, they watched the lights of New Orleans shimmer until dawn threatened the horizon, content simply to exist in the rarest kind of immortality:

One shared.

“When the gavel hits the sand, I’m damned to loving you.”

soft dom!deena johnson x sub!reader wlw!!!

summary: it’s late at night when you’re lonesome and afraid of the violent thunderstorm outside. all of a sudden someone comes knocking at your door… who is it, and why? curiosity never did kill the cat, did it?

WARNINGS: oral sex, fingering, cunninglus, hickeys, praising, making out, heavy mentions of nsfw.

The loud crackle of a bolt of thunder makes your heart drop like a heavy stone. You snuggle inside the little fort you’d made in your living room, just in-front of the old TV. MTV was on, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cindy Lauper played in the background while you munched on the buttery popcorn you’d made prior the storm.

It was so cold. So, so cold. You’d wish in your little heart that someone, anyone would come and wrap you up in their big arms, so warm, defrosting your cold little hands. Just as you held that thought, you heard the doorbell ring.

“Who could it be?” Thoughts wondering through your mind.

You get up, in your pjs. Silky blue and white striped long pants which dragged along the floor and a big baggy knitted sweater which you stole from your sister. You slowly turn the doorknob… cautiously wondering who’s on the other end. Finally, you swing it open in one swift motion.

It’s… Deena. Deena Johnson. The girl who lives down the street with her little brother. But what was she doing here? So late at night? Numerous questions wandered through your mind yet the loudest one was how she looked oh, so pretty. She always looked pretty. Pretty like when you see her at the park listening to mixtapes and you notice the little smiles she lets out when her favourite song comes on, when you turn a block while you’re on a walk and “accidentally” watch through the window as she brushes her hair. Your eyes wandered around her in admiration from her washed out jeans to her curly, brunette hair before finally looking into her mesmerising eyes.

“Deena? What are you doing here?” You said, smiling nervously.

“Hey… were you sleeping? I hope I didn’t wake you.” She said in her tender voice, running her hand through her hair.

“No.. no, don’t worry. I uh.. I couldn’t sleep even if I tried.” You admitted.

“Ah… Why not?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

You gesture your head to the roaring thunderstorm outside, smiling awkwardly.

“Thunderstorms? That’s cute.”

You giggle at her comment, unknowing your face had been flushed the entire time.

“Here, come inside. It’s cold out.” You step back, inviting her in.

“Thanks.” She smiles.

Deena noticed your little fort you had made out of old crumpled blankets and soft cotton pillows, all scattered on the floor as a result of your constant tossing and turning.

“You make that yourself?” She asks, smirking.

“Oh.. that’s nothing. I was just uh, cold.”

“Cold, huh.” She says in a condescending tone.

You nod, handing her a cup of hot chocolate you poured from the cattle.

“So, why are you here?” You asked, watching as she sips it slowly.

“Oh right. Well actually, I wanted to give you something you’d left out in the park the other day. I had arrived just after you left and I saw your notebook on the bench.”

She takes it out of her bag and hands you the little notebook, hearts drawn on it and all. It was yours. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you realise she could’ve read the things you wrote. The things you thought.

“You.. you didn’t look through it, did you?” You say anxiously, hands fidgeting at each other.

“Don’t worry, babe. I wouldn’t do that.” She reassures.

You sigh a sigh of relief, not even realising the pet name she finished off with. You nod in appreciation.

She smiles back at you. “It’s getting pretty late.. Thanks for the cocoa. I’ll be on my way.”

Just as she gets up to leave, you grab her by the hand.

“Wait!”

She turns back, frozen with anticipation.

“Could you… stay? Just until the storms lets off. I can’t be alone again.” You plead, you need comfort. You need her comfort.

She looks back at you. A small smile carved against her lips. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll stay here with you as long as you need.” She says reassuringly.

An hour or so passed by and somehow you’re cooped up against her in your little home made fort. Her loving arms around you allow warmth to pierce through your body right against hers. Her eyes are closed but yours are half lidded. Music still plays in the background but you’re more focused on her shallow breath against your neck.

“Deena…” you murmur, trying not to startle the girl.

“Hm?” She says softly, opening her eyes to gaze down at you.

God, her gaze is intoxicating. It hypnotises you in ways you never imagined just a simple stare could. Without thinking, your eyes shifted down to her perfect lips. They looked so soft, so pretty, so kissable. You couldn’t. Could you?

Impulsively, you slowly press your lips against hers, feeling a wave of everlasting desire and want. Not long after, you realise what you’d just done and quickly pull back, eyes widening.

“Oh god, Deena, I’m so sorry.” You say, shamefully covering your mouth.

You expected to be yelled at, cursed at, or pushed away, for her to have been disgusted by you, but to your utter surprise, she wasn’t. She just smiled. In fact, she didn’t have an ounce of disapproval or unrequited feelings shown on her very face. Instead, she removed your hand and pressed her lips against yours once more. Only this time, passionately. She slipped her tongue into your mouth and you both moan softly, bodies collapsing onto each other, melting away. Her lips felt like honey and tasted like closest you could get to eternal bliss, you just can’t get enough.

Her hand travelled under your shirt and you shiver at her smooth touch, the touch you’ve yearned for for so long. She unclasped your bra with care while softly kissing your neck.

“Please Deena..” you whimper out, so very needy for her.

“Please what? Use your words baby.” She whispers against your neck, the vibrations of her lips electrocuting you through your entire body.

“I need you. I need all of you.” Are the only words you had managed to say out loud.

Thankfully, it was all she had to hear.

Pulling you closer, she marked your neck leaving hickeys that felt like you’d been eaten by a woman starved. Her hands travelled around your body in swift yet steady motions as if she’d memorised your anatomy long before. It felt too good to be true, as if you were made for each other. You groaned and couldn’t help but notice your heat and desperation built up between your thighs as you grew even hungrier. She kissed your collarbones and moved further down your body to your stomach where she left invisible kiss marks as an appetiser before the main course. Moving further and further until her head was far underneath the blanket you tugged onto for support.

She burrowed herself perfectly between your thighs, you felt her grind against you as you grew wetter.

“May I?” She asks, looking up into your foggy eyes.

You nod vigorously, taking off your pants in a hurry and mindlessly tossing them aside. All that’s left for her now are your white lacy panties you’re practically begging to get ripped off you.

Through the fabric, deena’s soft tongue lapped at your wetness, forming circles with her tongue which made you squeal and moan with long awaited pleasure. She pushed your panties aside, taking the sight of you in. All for her. All hers. She groans almost as if she’d wanted this too. Has she?

“You’re perfect.” She muttered under her breath before eating your cunt whilst giving you pleasure you’ve never felt so intensely before. You look down at her feeding on you as she reaches for your tits. You whimpered and moaned her name, begging for her to keep going, your thighs squeeze and shake around her mouth when her tongue flicks your clit so well. Just as soon as you feel unexplainable pleasure building deep within you, she had slipped her fingers into you, claiming you as hers and massaging your g spot as her tongue and lips continued to lap against your sensitive clit.

“I can’t take it.. I’m gonna come… baby I’m gonna come..” You whimpered out, holding her head for support as you gasp for air.

Holding her head down, you scream in pleasure as you release all the pent up stress that’s been forming inside you the past week, your legs shaking as you completely drown in her touch. As you recovered from your breaking orgasm, she didn’t seem to stop. Instead, she fingered you with more force than before and her tongue moved even faster. Your eyes roll back as the feeling becomes too much for you to handle and your back arches.

“Baby I can’t take it.. Please…” You groan out over the overwhelming pleasure

“You can take it baby.” She whispers. “I know you can.”

Those words were simply enough to send you right over the edge, your second aching orgasm breaking through you as your wet pussy spasmed on her fingers and tongue.

Who knew the girl you had a little crush on was so good at this?

You managed to catch your breath but couldn’t get yourself up. Your body was physically glued to the ground, as sensitive as ever. She kissed your still jittery thighs and licked her lips, crawling back up to you and kissing you passionately.

“You did so well for me, baby” She murmured, kissing your forehead.

You nodded, smiling at her warmly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” She smiled back, eyes glimmering in the moonlight.

She caressed you gently in her arms, her fingers running through your hair.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” She whispers.

“So are you.” You say, nuzzling your head into her chest.

“I wanna fuck you like an animal.”

vampire revenge era gerard way x reader smut

sub!gerard x fem!reader

summary: gerard is a bloodthirsty vampire who depends on human blood to survive. when you both are stuck in an old castle late at night, things start to get messy as he grows more n more desperate…

(yes the title is a nine inch nails reference.)

WARNING! includes; oral sex, power play, pet play, chains, vampire k!nk, blood k!nk, begging, praise, cnc, etc idk haha

gee way masterlist

T’was 11pm on a late misty night at the gloomy castle where you stayed the night. Your good friend, Marcy, whom was an owner of many vampire pets had been busy that night, leaving you to take care of her newest pet, Gerard.

He was chained to his cage, clawing at the bars, hissing.

“So thirsty… need blood…” he said softly, with as much energy as he could get out of him.

You look down at the poor thing, so desperate and pathetic. I wonder what I could get him to do.

“How much do you need, pup?” You ask, in a condescending manner.

“Just a drop… please… so hungry…” he cooed, dragging his words.

You bend down to reach his level whilst he’s trapped and watch as his gaze of pure desperation falls to follow your face, interlocking his innocent eyes with yours.

“I’ll let you out if you promise to be good.” You say sternly, dangling the keys infront of his hissing face.

He nods intently as he claws at the cage, wholeheartedly promising he’ll be good. You grab the cage key and slowly drag it along the lock, teasing the poor mutt. He whines in frustration and pleads as he watches your fingers push the key in and out of the lock. Finally, you shove it in the keyhole and unlock the cage, giving the fanged one a sigh of relief. You’d allow him to freely move around.. but not so, as the cold metallic chains connected to his wrists still take their place.

“Thank you master… Pet is thankful..” he cooes out, smiling through his sharp fangs.

You nod as you sit next to him.

“I’ll give you my blood, pet. Only if you promise me something in return.” You demand, watching his head tilt and eyebrows furrow.

He nods.

“Anything… What does master need?”

Your mind is flooded with endless possibilities, sending sparks through your body as you speak. “Well, what did your previous master train you to do? I’d like to see if she’s been training you well.”

“She’s taught me lots of things.. how to do things.. many things.. Pet can use body. Can use.. tongue. Pet can make master feel good.” He says in the most innocent tone you’ve ever heard while saying words with such vulgar intent.

“Is that so?” You question. Maybe you could enjoy this tedious night after all. You hand him your wrist, cautiously.“You may take blood from here, but not too much. Only a taste so that you don’t faint.” You demand.

He nods intently, obeying your orders and wishes. “Thank you, master.”

You feel a cold, sharp sensation as his white, pearly teeth latch into your skin and his soft lips massage where he’s feeding. You hiss at the sting as he slurps up as much blood as he’s allowed. The sensation flows through your blood and suddenly it almost feels as if he’s taunted you with his acidity. After he’s finished, he cleans your wound by licking your wrist and two small marks where his fangs once were had been indented in your tender skin.

“So good… you taste so good, master. Now, let me take care of you.” He crawls nearer to you as you unlock his chains, suddenly ravished and starved for what had been forbidden not long ago. You feel thick blood rushing to your very chest and a strange tingling sensation releasing deep within you.

“What is this… why do I feel this way?” You gasp.

“Oh… pet forgot to mention.. previous owner said that vampire bite has.. A..aphrodisiac. Said it made her feel.. hot for pet. Do you feel hot for pet, master?”

You nod.

“It’s okay. I can make it go away.” He says gently.

Gerard crawls on top of you as he kisses on your neck, not hard and painful like earlier, but soft and tender. He marks you as you moan softly, moving down further and further from your collarbone to your chest, squeezing your tits with his cold hands, making you squirm in pleasure. He puts his mouth on them, sucking and biting softly on you while you press your thighs together not being able to control yourself anymore.

He slowly moves further south, ripping your skirt to the side and using his hands to hold your legs apart, squeezing your thighs. He slowly kisses your inner thighs, dragging his tongue alongside them. You shiver at his cold yet warm touch, his wet mouth and needy gaze up at you as he touched you where you needed him most.

Finally, he does what you’ve been waiting for and wanting so very badly. He uses his fingers to rub you while looking up into your eyes, nearly hypnotising you from the pleasure. He rubs your pussy through the thin fabric of your underwear which is now soaking wet. He rubs circles around you as you clench at his slender fingers, groaning for more and more. He slips your panties aside as puts his warm mouth on you, making you moan. Dragging his tongue alongside your slick slit made you arch your back and hold his head down as he sucked on your clit. He lapped at your pussy like a man starved as your legs shook against his arms holding you down. You pushed his head back against your heat and grinded up against his tongue, feeling the friction as you slowly reached your climax.

“Master tastes so good… is pet doing good?”

You nod as you can’t form words other than whimpers and curses under your breath. You feel yourself start to get closer. Your legs shaking as he slips two fingers inside you while passionately eating you out. That made you reach the breaking point as you screamed in pleasure while your orgasm completely ripped through you, squirting on his fingers and covering his pretty face with it. You breath raggedly as you realise what had just took place, looking down at Gerard, hazily staring back at you, with a small smile on his face.

“You look like you enjoyed that, master.”

“I did, Gerard. I did.”