[vampire x newly and reluctantly turned mate, cunnilingus <3, tw coercion]
It takes approximately two days of Sayid working his wiles before Jane's control begins to unravel. The casual touches, the heated glances. She's grown increasingly exasperated, frustratingly aware of her own traitorous body's reaction to him.
After she walks into the kitchen to find him making pancakes, shirtless, she lets out a sound that's half-hysterical laugh, half groan, and storms off.
She's too freshly turned to understand what's happening, how deeply the need between mates ran. To deny its pull is nigh impossible.
He intends to abuse that.
He gives her a brief head start before following. He's not shocked to find her writhing on the bed in one of his shirts, nothing but her panties on underneath.
She'd been touching herself, to no success. With her mate so close by, her body would refuse to cooperate. It wanted him, nothing else would do.
Embarrassed, miserable, she doesn't even argue when he comes to her, sinking to his knees in front of her. "I thought you'd be hungry," he says. "I can make something else, if pancakes are going to upset you."
He traces a hand up her calf, goosebumps following in its wake. She scowls at him, nonplussed that her own touch couldn't please her as much as this simple caress does.
"What are you doing?" she asks as he dips to press a kiss to her belly, her thighs.
He pauses at the elastic of her panties, tonguing the place where it's left a soft indent on her skin, then again when she gasps. The scent of her is overwhelming, almost drugging in its decadence. It's the closest he's been to her sex since that first night. "I'm going to get you off."
She shoves at his forehead until he pulls back with one final, savoring lick. He meets her eyes.
His are pitch black.
The color is unnaturally dark, not like an excess of color, but the lack of it altogether. It was exactly what she feared to find anytime she looked at him, a clear indicator that a vampire was on the verge of losing all control.
She wonders if hers are the same right now.
He lets her hold him there, chin on her belly and arms wrapped around her waist as she strokes his hair.
"I know you ache," he says. "And you know only I can soothe you."
"I think thirty seconds with the shower head could soothe me at this point."
"But you already tried that," he notes. "Didn't you."
She should have known he would spy on her in the bathroom. She should be mortified that he'd listened in on her failed attempt, but the thought of him watching her...
"A vampires lusts are incomparable to a human's," Sayid tells her. "They will consume you until it's all you can think about. If you deny them, they will drive you mad."
Her face falls. "I have to deal with this for the rest of my life?" Just a week had nearly driven her to wits end. She'd expected this to be fleeting, like the sanguine thirst had been.
"You don't have to deal with it at all." He ducks down, nuzzling her. Wetness meets his lips, soaking through the thin fabric. He digs his claws into the counter pane, barely holding himself back from ravening her. "Let me sate you."
When her answer takes too long, his tongue darts out. It was meant to tease, but the taste of her disintegrates what's left of his self control. He does it again, and again, wanting all of her wetness, wanting to drown himself in it. Frustrated at the barrier between him and his feast, he wriggles a finger around the gusset, dragging it down an inch before she shoves at him again.
The look on her face is scandalized.
"You're going to... lick me?" At his sharp nod, she bites her lip. "But what about your fangs?"
"I wont bite you here." He strokes a quick thumb over her clit, suppressing an answering shudder when she gasps. "Although in time, you might find the idea rather appealing."
When she still hesitates, he takes one of her hands, gazing up into her wary face with a look of casual conviction.
"It's only natural, my darling. Mates take care of one another," he says. "It's a biological imperative, just like eating."
He feels her will begin to falter, lust overtaking doubt. He draws her thighs apart, lifting one over his shoulder as he distracts her with soft nibbles against the skin there.
She falls back onto her elbows, watching him with wide eyes. But she doesn't stop him.
"That's it, sweet," he says, nearly shaking as he resists falling on her like a beast. He was so close to his prize -- he couldn't scare her off now. "Let me give you what you need."
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Hi jrwi mutual who’s been out of the loop for a little bit, are Milo and Charlie just being freaky on steam????
worse<3 uh they ended up going to the club (presumably together) and ended up in similar vibed fits
i ended up scrolling tik tok and came across a video where someone met charlie that night. i checked the comments and found this which i think fully unhinged us all
(comment from tik tok and the outfits added below)
COURSE OVER. I WAS MISERABLE THE WHOLE TIME. I AM IN A VERY PECULIAR MOOD NOW. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT I DON'T WANT TO CRY BECAUSE WHY CRY OVER A COURSE THAT I HATED. AH CRAP. I MIGHT JUST NEED TO DRAW FOR A WHILE TO DISTRACT MYSELF.
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My muse catches your muse’s wrist before they can leave, their grip tightening just slightly. /. six 🥵
court stares at the ceiling of the luxury hotel room, blue eyes blinking slow and heavy as he takes in the kind of details he’s usually gone too fast to notice. there's a gold trim running above the cream wallpaper, delicate vinework etched into the curtain rail, and the egyptian cotton sheets beneath him feel like they were chosen for someone softer — someone who still believes comfort means something. probably a good thing he didn’t get much sleep, then.
he turns his head, just slightly, eyes landing on the black widow beside him. even now, with makeup faded and hair undone, she’s still devastating. she’d been all glitter and smoke hours ago, and he’d taken his time undoing every inch of it. her lipstick is gone, her perfume lingers, and her breath moves quiet and steady in the hush of the early morning.
his phone buzzes. once. sharp and inevitable. he doesn’t look. he doesn’t have to. slowly, he sits up, slipping out from under the covers, careful not to shift the mattress too much. he only makes it as far as one foot on the floor before her fingers wrap around his wrist. he glances back. a smirk tugs at the edges of his mouth — faint, real. ' let’s not pretend you wanted me to stay, yeah? '
it’s half a joke, half the truth, and he figures she knows that. vinicia doesn’t seem like the type to get attached. and frankly, neither is he. still, he leans down and presses a kiss to her jaw, slow and unhurried, like he’s got more time than he does. her perfume clinging to his skin like a parting gift.
Nico was the most nervous to come out to Hazel. Hazel meant a lot to him, but she was from the same time period he was. She’d even lived in it longer, and a time period that wasn’t at all permissive of people like Nico. Would she be able to accept that one of those people was her brother? Or would it drive a wedge between them that could never be removed. But Jason knew, and Percy and Annabeth and even Piper. She was bound to find out eventually. Nico owed it to her to at least tell her himself.
The night he told Hazel was sitting on the roof of the Pluto cabin at camp Jupiter. Nico couldn’t remember the exact words he used, he couldn’t hear himself over the ringing in his ears. Hazel was quiet. She barely looked at him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, silently begging for some hint of the softness he’d come to associate his sister with.
“Okay” that was all Hazel had left him with. Just, Okay. He wanted to press, ask what she meant by that. Okay that’s fine? Okay so I have a gay brother? Okay we’re never talking again?
But maybe he was being unfair. She needed time. Eventually he wishes her goodnight and slid inside. She sat out there for a while longer. When she returned they both laid in the silence until they fell asleep. Nico left for camp half blood the next morning.
About a week later Hazel was due to visit camp half blood and Nico’s chest had been winding into a ball of anxiety all week. He kept writing and rewriting what he would say to Hazel. Maybe they could just ignore this whole thing? It’s not like Nico had a boyfriend or anything. And he wasn’t holding his breath on getting one, that would still require someone to want to date him. But she knew now. She couldn’t un-know.
Hazel had a notebook in her hands as she approached Nico at the Hades table. Will Solace caught Nicos attention for a moment with a sympathetic smile and a thumbs up. He knew how nervous Nico was about this. The irony of his crush trying to be supportive in this wasn’t lost on Nico, but he couldn’t dwell on it at the moment. “Listen Hazel-“ he started as she sat at the table and opened her book. She cut him off “Malcom Pace?” She asked, looking at her notebook. Nico blinked in confusion. “The Athena kid? What about him?” He asked “do you like him?” Hazel asked so matter of factly it nearly made Nico choke. “No I- Hazel what are you talking about?” He managed “I’m gonna find you a boyfriend.” She crossed off a name from her list, presumably Malcom Pace. Nico was too stunned for a moment to say anything. “Nathan Calish? He’s a son of Mercury. He’s good with strategy games” Nico shook himself from his state of shock “Hazel I really don’t need you to-“ Hazel continued to scribble “Maybe a Hephaestus kid? Jake Mason is pretty good looking without the casts”
Nico couldn’t help the laugh that bubbles to the surface. Maybe it was relief that Hazel didn’t hate him. That in fact she’d taken it upon herself to find him a boyfriend. Maybe it was the ridiculous list of male campers, both Roman and Greek, that she’d collected to run past him. She kept running through names and Nico kept trying to tell her it wasn’t necessary and he wasn’t looking to date right now that he appreciated all the work she’d done but- “Will Solace?” Nico’s face flushed a little “What? No. No I don’t like Will” Hazel paused and grinned. “Will Solace.” Nico started to blush against his best effort to remain neutral. “Hazel no I’m not-“ she circled Wills name in her notebook and shut it. To Nicos horror she got up from the table and made her way over to the Apollo table.
Nico tried to look busy with his food instead of the raw embarrassment he felt as he strained to narrow in on Hazels voice. “Hey Will, the Apollo cabin leads the campfire sing along right?” Will seemed a little confused, at least from what Nico could pick out of his voice “uh yea, why do you ask?” “I’m just not really familiar with how it goes and I was a little nervous, do you think Nico and I could join the Apollo cabin tonight?” Oh gods. What was Hazel doing? Nico face was burning as he stared intently at his barely touched dinner. “Oh yea of coarse” Will replied in his signature happy to help tone.
Nico was truly grateful that Hazel had accepted him, but what in hades had he gotten himself into?
