#face*sitting

Imagine Edward thinking you smell mouthwatering.

He hadn’t caught a whiff of your aroma when you were casually checking him out earlier, but you were standing right in front of the fan. Your scent wasn’t so much wafting as roaring in his nostrils. And then you sat down next to him. He nodded at your “hey, Edward.”

While you prepared to take notes, the vampire caught glimpses of your daydreams. Namely, you sitting on his face. The bloodlust abruptly disappeared. Edward thanked God you were scanning the whiteboard, hand gripping your pen, and unaware of the venom rushing to his nether regions.

An image of his cool fingers gliding into you was too much. Edward covered his gasp, disappointed when he realized there was no secretions on his hand. You continued jotting down notes, oblivious (for now) that a vampire was fantasizing about his wedding night.

Imagine Lilith walking in on you and your girlfriend. 

“So, this is your type?” 

Your girlfriend ceased grinding against your face and turned to glare at the intruder. Then froze. The vampire’s tongue had extended down to her bare chest, circling around a hard nipple. 

Note: Three-ways with villains. 👌🏻

Imagine Red Eye and Lash deciding to give you a “test drive” to see if you’d make a good throuple.