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warnings: first time, nsfw, p in v, blood drinking,

malachi had known sugar were fragile from the moment he first laid eyes on her.

a delicate little thing, all soft smiles and shy glances, like some trembling, wide-eyed creature that had wandered into a world full of wolves.

and he — ancient, bloodstained, monstrous — had wanted you anyway. wanted her with a hunger that terrified him. he should have stayed away. he should have locked himself in the dark and prayed she would forget him.

but she hadn’t.

she‘d smiled at him. she‘d trusted him. she’d chosen him.

and now — now she was sitting on his bed, in a slip of a white babydoll dress, with trembling hands folded neatly in her lap, looking at him like he hung the stars.

“I want you,” she whispered, voice so soft he barely heard it over the roaring in his ears. “I trust you, Malachi.”

He crosses the room in two strides. Sinks to his knees before her like a penitent man before a goddess.

“You don’t understand,” he rasps, cupping her face between his cold hands. “I could hurt you, sugar. I could ruin you.” she blinks down at him, tears glimmering at the corners of her lashes — not from fear, but from need. “I want you to,” she breathed. god help him.

he touches her everywhere first. slow, reverent — stroking the curve of her thighs, the delicate line of her neck, the trembling flutter of her stomach under his mouth.

he lays you back against the pillows, kissing her slow and deep, letting her feel the weight of his body, the careful control in every trembling touch.

when he finally slides inside her — stretching her open, inch by careful inch — she sobs into his mouth, overwhelmed, clinging to him.

“that’s it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “take me. take all of me.”

she’s so tight around him he nearly loses control, fangs scraping her skin, blood singing in his veins.

but he moves slow, patient, rocking his hips in tiny shallow thrusts until the pain melts into pleasure, until she’s gasping and whimpering and begging for more.

and when she finally moans his name — desperate, broken, so beautifully trusting — he bites down.

not enough to hurt, just enough to mark.

blood blossoms against his tongue like a dark, perfect flower. she shudders, clenching around him, and he groans — thrusting deeper, filling her completely, utterly.

“oh sugar,” he breathes against her skin. “you’re mine forever.”

Can’t look away

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The movie was loud.

Some random action movie with nonstop explosions played on the TV in Malachi’s living room. But I wasn’t paying attention to it anymore. I was curled up against Malachi on the couch, my head resting near his shoulder, pretending to watch the screen.

My eyes kept slipping down to his hands. They rested on his thigh. His long fingers were relaxed, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out every time he flexed them a little. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

I watched his thumb slowly rub along the edge of his phone case. Something warm pooled low in my stomach. It really felt like I couldn’t look away.

Of course, he noticed. He always notices.

A quiet laugh vibrated through his chest. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” I mumbled, forcing my gaze back to the TV.

“Staring at my hands like you wanna eat them.” His voice was cocky and amused. He lifted his right hand and slowly curled his fingers, showing them off on purpose. “What’s going on in that pretty little head, baby? You got a hand kink or something?”

My face burned. “Shut up, Malachi. That’s not funny.”

He grinned, that smug little smile that made my heart stutter. Before I could say anything else, he shifted forward, grabbed my waist with both hands, and pulled me toward him. “C’mere.”

I let out a surprised breath as he guided me over his lap. My knees settled on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. The position felt intimate immediately — my chest close to his, his face right there.

His hands stayed on my hips, holding me steady as I adjusted. “Better,” he said, his voice lower now. One of his hands slid up my back, then back down, slipping under the hem of my loose shorts.

“Now I can see how bad you’re blushing.” His fingers traced along the curve of my ass, then moved between my legs from the front, rubbing me over my panties. “And how wet you are.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. Being spread over his lap like this made everything feel more exposed. His fingers pressed firmer, stroking me through the thin fabric until I was rocking against his hand without thinking.

“Malachi…” I whispered, gripping his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He smirked, eyes half-lidded as he watched my face. “You like being up here? Where I can feel you grinding on me?”

I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them to the side. Cool air hit my slick skin for a second before his fingers were on me again — two this time, sliding up and down my folds, spreading the wetness.

The rough pads of his fingertips felt so much more intense in this position. He circled my clit, making my thighs tense around his hips. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured, sounding way too pleased with himself. “All that just from staring at my hands? Damn, baby, didn’t know my hands looked that good.”

“Shut up,” I breathed, but it came out shaky. He chuckled and pushed one long finger inside me slowly. The stretch made me exhale hard against his neck. He curled it immediately, pressing right into that spot that made my toes curl.

The angle was perfect like this — deeper, more direct. Every little movement of his finger sent warm sparks through my belly. He added a second finger, pumping them steadily while his thumb found my clit again.

The wet sounds were obvious now, quiet little noises every time his fingers slid in and out. I could feel his knuckles brushing against me, the way his hand flexed between my thighs. My hips started moving on their own, rocking down to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it,” he said against my ear, his voice rough. “Doing so good, baby. You look so pretty.”

The pressure built fast. Every curl of his fingers, every slow grind of his thumb on my clit, every tiny shift of his wrist — it all stacked on top of each other. My walls fluttered around his fingers, squeezing tight as the heat coiled tighter in my core.

“Malachi — fuck — I’m close,” I gasped, burying my face in his shoulder.

“Good. Come on my hand, baby.” He picked up the pace, fingers thrusting deeper, thumb pressing firmer circles. “There she is,” he murmured softly.

It hit me hard. My thighs shook around his lap as the orgasm crashed through me. I moaned into his neck, pulsing and clenching around his fingers while he kept moving them, dragging it out. Little aftershocks kept twitching through me.

“Atta girl,” he praised. My whole body felt warm and shaky, like I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.

He finally slowed, then gently pulled his fingers out. “You did so good for me, baby,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

“Mhm,” I breathed.

I could feel how wet his fingers were as he rested his hand on my thigh. He brought them up between us, showing me the shine on his skin with that cocky smirk again.

“So next time you wanna stare at my hands,” he said, voice low and teasing, “just say so. I’ll put them to better use, yeah?”

I laughed breathlessly and lightly smacked his chest, still straddling his lap, heart racing. “You’re the worst.”

He just grinned wider and pulled me closer. “You love it.”

Yeah, he’s right. I do love it.

Pairing: Malachi Barton x y/n

Summary: The dances for the tour are harder than you thought, but of course Malachi is here to help you.

Warnings: none, besides bad grammar???

A/N: I don't know if my stories on here will be as good as my videos on Tiktok, but I'll try my best. Also my native language isn't English so yeahhhhh….

Malachi had always been an early riser, but Adelaide was the complete opposite. She was a night owl, often staying up late into the night to work on her latest project. On this particular morning, Malachi had to wake her up early for a meeting, and he found her still fast asleep.

He gently shook her shoulder, trying to rouse her from her slumber. "Come on, Addie, it's time to get up," he whispered.

Adelaide groaned and rolled over, burying her head in the pillow. "Just five more minutes," she mumbled.

Malachi chuckled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I wish I could, love, but we have to be at the meeting in an hour. You don't want to be late."

Adelaide grumbled again but slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She looked adorable in her oversized pajama shirt and messy hair, but Malachi knew that they had to get going.

He helped her out of bed and led her to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. "I'll make you some coffee," he said, "and we can have breakfast on the way."

Adelaide nodded, still half-asleep, and stumbled into the shower. Malachi went to the kitchen and started brewing a fresh pot of coffee. He also made a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, knowing that Adelaide wouldn't have time to eat much.

When she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, Malachi had everything ready. He handed her a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of food, and she gratefully ate as he got dressed.

As they headed out the door, Malachi noticed that Adelaide was still looking a little sleepy. He took her hand and led her to the car, where he turned on some soft music and let her rest her head on his shoulder.

Throughout the drive, Malachi kept one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on Adelaide's, gently rubbing her thumb with his. He knew that she was tired, and he wanted to make sure that she felt loved and cared for.

When they arrived at the meeting, Adelaide was still a little groggy, but Malachi was there to support her. He held her hand as they walked into the room, and he made sure that she had everything she needed before the meeting began.

Throughout the day, Malachi kept checking in on Adelaide, making sure that she was doing okay. He brought her water and snacks, and he even gave her a little foot massage during their lunch break.

By the end of the day, Adelaide was feeling much better, thanks to Malachi's love and care. She knew that she was lucky to have someone who would take care of her, even when she was too sleepy to take care of herself.

Let me rest

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Will you quit fuckin’ tossing around?” Malachi mutters groggily from his side of the bed. He is clearly irritated because I keep shifting restlessly beside him.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t quiet my racing mind enough to fall asleep.

I whisper a soft “sorry.” My face burns with embarrassment. He buries his head further into the pillow. His bare back rises and falls calmly.

I can’t help looking at him again. His messy curls fall across his forehead.

His lips have a soft pout. Just seeing him makes my heart race and creates a deep throbbing ache between my legs.

The urge to kiss him is strong. Heat spreads through my belly. I press my thighs together but it only makes things worse.

My nipples harden against my shirt. My body feels hotter and more desperate.

My hand drifts down toward my aching pussy before I can stop myself.

“Are you serious right now?” Malachi’s voice cuts through the dark. He sounds shocked. He props himself up on one elbow and stares at me with furrowed brows. “All this because you’re needy?”

My heart pounds. My cheeks burn hotter. “I… I didn’t mean—” I stammer, looking away. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“Yeah, sure,” he says. He shifts closer. His warm palm lands on my stomach then slides lower. His fingers slip under my panties. I whimper as he finds my clit and rubs slow circles.

My hips jerk up. I chase his touch. I’m already soaked.

“You’re a real pain, you know that?” Malachi murmurs. His thumb presses on my clit while two fingers tease my entrance. “It’s the middle of the night and you’re lying here all worked up. That’s all it takes, huh?”

I gasp as his fingers push inside me. He pumps them lazily and curls them against the right spot.

“Look at you,” he says. “Kinda pathetic, baby.”

I moan loudly. The wet sounds fill the room. I grab his wrist trying to make him go faster.

“Hands off,” he orders with a smirk. “You woke me up so you get whatever I decide to give you… nice and slow.”

He keeps moving his fingers slowly and deliberately. I whimper and beg, “Please, Malachi…”

He chuckles. “Nah, you don’t get to rush it.” His thumb rubs my clit harder. His fingers thrust deeper.

The pressure builds. My breathing turns into desperate pants. He finally speeds up.

“Fuck— Malachi, I’m—” I moan as pleasure crashes over me. My body shakes. I arch off the bed.

He keeps going gently until I finish, then pulls his hand out. He wipes his fingers on my thigh and pulls me against his chest.

“There you go,” he murmurs and kisses my head. “You done being needy?”

I nod weakly, feeling satisfied and warm against him.

“Good. Now go to sleep before I really get annoyed,” he teases. His arm tightens around me.

What do we have here

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Credits to whoever created these dividers I can’t find the creators ac

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The house was quiet.

Not in a creepy way, but in that soft, stretching silence that fills every corner as the sun dips low and paints the walls in warm amber and rose.

I thought I was safe. Malachi had been gone all day - back to back meetings, promo shoots, the usual chaos that came with his rising fame. So I gave in to my guilty little secret.

I curled up on the lounge with a soft blanket draped over my legs, a thin thrill already buzzing under my skin. My phone screen glowed as I opened Wattpad and dove straight into the story I'd been devouring for days.

It was shamelessly filthy - basically written porn - and every explicit scene featured a version of Malachi. If he ever found out I was getting off to fanfiction about him... I didn't even want to imagine his reaction.

I was lost in it, thighs pressed together, breath shallow. The chapter had built to that perfect peak - the girl in the story right on the edge, about to shatter - when a low, amused voice came from behind me.

"What do we have here?"

Panic exploded in my chest. I hadn't heard the door. I fumbled to turn my phone off , but Malachi's hand was faster, plucking it from my fingers.

"Malachi, give that back!" I squeaked, scrambling off the lounge and reaching for it. He held it high above his head, one strong arm wrapping around my hip to keep me in place as I stretched uselessly.

"You're not supposed to be home until later," I protested, cheeks burning.

"Got let off early, baby," he said, voice dripping with cocky satisfaction. His eyes flicked from me to the screen, devouring the filthy paragraph I'd been reading. "And clearly just in time."

I groaned, stepping back in pure embarrassment, refusing to meet his gaze while he finished reading. When he finally lowered the phone, his smirk was lethal.

"Didn't know you read stuff like this, baby."

"I don't- it just popped up," I lied weakly.

"Really?" He stepped closer, eyes dark with heat. "Because the way you're rubbing those pretty thighs together and that blush on your cheeks tells me a very different story."

"Shut up."

He closed the distance, handing my phone back but immediately sliding both hands to my waist, pulling me flush against him.

A wave of heat crashed through me at the contact.

"What's my sweet girl doing reading stuff like this about me... when I'm right here, ready to do every single thing she wants in person?"

"I don't know," I mumbled, embarrassment crawling up my neck.

"How long have you been reading stuff like this, Hmm?" His fingers slid under my chin, gently but firmly tilting my face up until I had no choice but to look into his intense eyes.

i shrugged my shoulders

"Words, baby. Use them."

"A few months... maybe longer," I whispered.

Malachi let out a low groan, his grip on my waist tightening. "Oh, my poor girl," he murmured, voice thick with mock sympathy.

He leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear as one hand slowly trailed up my side.

"All this time sneaking around, getting yourself all worked up over some dirty little fanfic about me? That's a little pathetic, don't you think?"

I squirmed in his hold, but he only chuckled softly, his breath warm against my neck.

"Look at you... already breathing faster. You're soaked, aren't you? Just from getting caught."

His fingers traced lazy circles on my hip, slipping just under the hem of my shirt to tease the bare skin there. "Bet you were clenching your thighs while you read about me fucking you senseless. Were you touching yourself yet, baby? Or were you saving that for later when you thought I wouldn't know?"

"Malachi..." I whined, trying to hide my face, as heat shoots to pool between my thighs.

"Shh, shh. No hiding." He tilted my chin again, forcing eye contact while his other hand slid down to cup my ass, squeezing lightly.

"My poor, needy girl has been fantasizing about me for months and never once asked for the real thing. That's just cruel to yourself."

He pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the corner of my mouth, then pulled back before I could chase it. "You know I'd give it to you so much better than words on a screen. I'd have you shaking and begging... just like you're about to."

He kept teasing me like that for several long minutes - hands roaming, squeezing, brushing over my breasts through my shirt without ever giving me enough pressure, lips ghosting over my neck and jaw while he whispered in that low, sympathetic tone.

"Oh look at you... poor baby."

He finally slipped one hand between my thighs, pressing the heel of his palm against me over my shorts but not moving it. "So warm already. You really are desperate."

By the time he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom, I was trembling with frustration and need. He laid me down gently, stripping me slowly, reverently, until I was completely bare beneath him. He stayed fully dressed for a while longer, just looking at me.

"Legs open, baby. Let me see what all that reading did to you."

I obeyed, face burning. His fingers finally dipped between my folds, sliding through the slickness with a low groan.

"Fuck, you're dripping for me already. My poor girl... you needed this so badly, didn't you?"

He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. He set a steady rhythm, pumping deep while his thumb circled my clit in firm strokes.

Pleasure built fast and sharp. My thighs shook, breath coming in short gasps as I climbed higher and higher.

Just as I was about to tip over, he slowed, pulling his fingers almost all the way out and leaving me empty and throbbing.

"Please- Malachi" I whimper my breathing heavy and uneven.

"Shh, I know," he whispered, voice soft and mockingly sympathetic as I whined. "It's so hard when you're right there, isn't it? But you can hold it for me a little longer. Breathe, baby. Good girl."

He worked me up again, fingers thrusting faster, thumb pressing harder on my swollen clit. The pressure coiled tighter, my moans growing louder and more desperate.

Right at the peak, he eased off once more, kissing my neck softly while I squirmed and begged under him.

"My poor baby," he cooed against my skin. "Look at you trembling and clenching around nothing. You're so close every time... but not yet. Just a little more for me. You can be patient."

By the third time, I was a sobbing, desperate mess. He had me right on the edge again, fingers curling deep and fast, his voice low and soothing in my ear.

"Shh, baby. You've been so good for me. You can let go now... cum for me, baby. Let it all out."

The orgasm crashed over me violently. I cried out, back arching as my walls pulsed hard around his fingers. He kept stroking me through every wave, drawing it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.

But he wasn't done.

"what are you-."

Malachi moved down the bed, spreading my legs wider, cutting off my sentence as i look at him in slight confusion. "Easy, baby," he soothed as I twitched. "I'm not finished taking care of you."

"Sensitive." I whine my words weak.

"Oh, I know it's sensitive," he murmured between licks, voice muffled and tender. "But you can take one more for me. Just relax and let me make you feel good." His tongue flicked faster, sucking with devastating precision until I shattered again, grinding against his face and moaning his name brokenly.

He finally pulled back, lips shiny, eyes burning. He stripped quickly, cock hard and leaking as he climbed over me.

"Oh poor baby." He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan. "There we go... take all of me. That's my good girl."

He fucked me deep and steady at first, then built me up again, grinding against my clit with every thrust. Right as I started clenching, he slowed to a torturous pace.

"Shhh, not yet," he cooed, kissing my tear-streaked cheek. "I know its hard baby, but you're going to wait for me. Hold it just a little longer, baby."

"Please... Malachi, please let me cum. I can't-" I begged

His voice stayed soft and gentle. "I know, sweetheart. You've been so perfect for me. So tight and wet. Go on then. Cum on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart."

He slammed into me hard and fast, thumb on my clit, and I shattered around him with a broken scream.

My walls clenched so intensely that he followed right after, groaning my name as he spilled deep inside me.

We stayed locked together, panting and trembling. Malachi kissed my forehead, brushing my damp hair back

"Next time you want something like that," he murmured warmly, "you come to me, baby. I'll always take care of you better than any story ever could."

fuck I love it when he speaks to me like that.

And yeah I did come to him the next time I wanted something.

…ᝰ | MALACHI BARTON .ᐟ

! . . . vampire!malachi x sugar!reader

…ᝰ | SABRINA CARPENTER . ᐟ

(coming soon)

…ᝰ | MIGUEL MORA .ᐟ

(coming soon)

…ᝰ | CHARLIE BUSHNELL .ᐟ

(coming soon)

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angelina . lina \ angel . 9teen . she\her . part of the dead poets society . cabin ten . rawenclaw . carpenter . tater tot . malachis girl .

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