Authors notes: my bad writing as always but hey this is the first thing ive done in months but hope y'all enjoy. INBOX IS OPEN FOR REQUEST.
Warning: blood and smut.
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Ville groans to himself as he walks out onto the damp streets of Helsinki, heâd just finished his first show of the year a half an hour ago. His head hurt, his throat was dry and oh boy was he hungry.Â
As he stumbles down the street and to his home, the desire and need to feed seems to be increasing rapidly. He reaches into his coat pocket for his ring of keys. Once he opens the door he looks around. It was well past midnight and all the lights and electronics had been powered off. So he assumes that you're fast asleep. He's both happy and disappointed, happy that you are getting rest but disappointed that he wouldn't get to feed because heâs just so hungry.Â
Villes body sways as he stands in the doorway to the bedroom. He can see your messy hair and legs peeking out of the duvet. His breath comes out in heavy and ragged gasps. He can hear the blood rushing through your veins giving you life. Ville walks almost drunkenly to the side of the bed; falling to his knees gently he reaches a hand out to shake your shoulder. âDarling, wake up.â he pleads while gently shaking her. But after that proves to not do much he shakes her with more force in dire need for her to wake up. âGod damn it! Babe, wake up!â He says his voice is still soft but his tone is a lot harsher.
 She groans, clearly not too happy with being woken up so abruptly. âWhat-â she barely gets the single word out before he cuts her off. âGood Morning, I need to feed.â he says getting straight to the point. She breathes in and out and just stares at him blankly. â...what time is it?â She asks, sitting up in bed. She was wearing nothing more than a loose t-shirt that Ville was pretty sure belonged to him and a pair of underwear.Â
Vile sights. âI don't know that right now darling. But I need to feedâŠplease.â He says getting desperate and annoyed simultaneously. Ville stands up from where he was crouched by the bed. He pulls off his hat and coat and toes of his converse and places them into a random pille in the corner of the bedroom. Ville then walks back to the bed where he left you contemplating his words. He sits in front of her for a moment to take in her breathtaking appearance before moving to her right side, his back sitting against the pillows. he throws his right arm around her shoulder to bring her closer to himself; he nuzzles into her neck. âBabyâŠmay i feed.â he says his words as hypnotizing as his singing. She finally thinks it over for a moment of two.Â
It was a peaceful moment of silence before she nodded her head. âYeah, okay. Just not too much.â she says as Ville tips her head upwards to the ceiling and places a low kiss to her jaw before licking a direct line from where he had kissed to a pulsating vein. He gently pressed his lips to that spot feeling her heart beating and the blood flowing under the skin. âKiitos rakas.â he whispers before his fangs penetrate the skin. Ville moaned as the sweet metallic taste coats the inside of his mouth and slides down the back of his throat as he sucks.
After he sucks on some of her blood he swirled his tongue around the wound almost like he was willing more blood to flow out. Villes mind had started to buzz and his body was getting surprisingly hot considering he was a vampire. He knows he has to pull away soon so he puts both of his large hands around her waist and squeezed to put his mind somewhere else. Villes hands slowly and intentionally move up her body but they come to a stop once they reach her chest.Â
Ville pulled his fangs out of her neck and he squeezed her breast. âFuck.â he moans out. Ville licks the remaining blood off of her neck. His breath was heavy once more. He could feel sweat beads falling down his neck and most importantly he could feel how tight his pants had become compared to just a few minutes ago. His cock was painfully hard and the friction from his boxers was almost something he was now considering a form of torture.Â
âShit.â he says, finally looking up at her. She was staring right at him. âWhat's wrong?â she asked. Her face was extremely flushed. It was clear that she was enjoying the moment just as much as him. Ville blinkes, he can feel his lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Hell he could feel everything 10 times more than a human but he could never nearly get enough of you. âNothings wrong.â he says his voice sincere, He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, instead just looks into her lust-clouded eyes thinking of what to say.Â
âWell, actually darlingâŠâ he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in. âI've found myself rather aroused by you.â Ville profeced; and at the same time he shifted his body so his cock could grind into the side of her giving the smallest bit of relief. âMhm.â she breathed out. She looks at him. âWell we can fix that.â she says with a smile pulling at her soft lips.Â
âWe could.â he says looking into her lust hungry eyes, she was so perfect. Ville looks to the clock on the desk a few feet in front of them. 2:52 Am. His eyes look back at her. One of his hands found itself tangled in her hair. He gives her hair a rather violent tug. âBut i think iâd rather eat you.â he says as he sits up in the bed and crawls out from the side of her.Â
Ville now sits at the foot of the bed, his body looming over her. âYou really do look good enough to eat.â he says laughing to himself. Ville climbs onto her lap and pushes her down until she lays flat on her back. Once sheâs laying down Villes hands glide over her clothed body until he gets to the hem of whatever shirt of his she was wearing. He grabs the hem of the shirt and slowly starts to pull it up her body, first her stomach was revealed, then her midsection and finally her chest. Ville finally removes her shirt. Her chest was heaving, almost looking like sheâd just run a marathon. âAren't you just perfect.â he says as he pulls off her underwear.Â
She nods her head in agreement and to please ville; wanting to be as good as possible for both of their benefits. âGood my blood bag knows how perfect she is!â Ville praises as he rubs the sides of her thighs with his hands. âMy perfect girl. With these perfect thighs; perfect blood.â he says as he leaned down and kissed her sternum, placing a few kisses and then nipping at the skin, he pulled back. âAnd youâve got these pretty little thingsâŠâ Ville groans in what seems to be in pure ecstasy as his pointer and thumb pinch the sensitive bud of her nipple.Â
She gasps at the buzzing act. âGod damn it Ville.â she whines, she hated all the damn teasing heâd put her through. Ville laughs âI know, I know, poor baby wants to be touched.â he says pulling apart her legs and looking at her cunt which was practically oozing with how wet she was. âOh wow kulta, is this all for me?â Ville questioned. âYesâ she breathed out shakely.Â
Ville smiled and got up off of her âgood.â he says as he starts to unbutton his shirt. He pulled it off and let it drop cairesly onto the floor. Ville fumbles with his belt for a few seconds before uncliping it and pulling it out if the loops. He threw the belt to the ground and within an instant he was tugging off his pants. Now naked his cock rested hard against his thigh. Ville wraps his hand around it and strokes it relieving some of the built up pleasure.Â
Ville groans as he forces himself to stop touching himself. Ville climbs into the bed once more; he opens her legs and lays in between them on his stomach. Ville kisses the side of her knees and up to her mid thigh. He pauses there for a few seconds before continuing. But this time instead of gentle kisses they are rough bites into the flesh of her thighs; they don't break the skin yet but they do leave a red ring of teeth marks that are for sure to bruise later.Â
Ville finally gets up to the top of her thigh then he bites. âFuck!â she cries out at the unexpected pain. Ville pulled back âyour okay baby, just let me lead this.â he says before diving back down to the bleeding mark. Ville lapps his tongue around this wound a couple of times, just collecting the blood that pooled at the surface instead of sucking. After a few seconds he pulls back and blows air at the wound wanting the blood to congeal faster.Â
Once the blood stops flowing at a rate Ville deemed harmful he finally decides to pay attention to your cunt. âMhm, I don't usually like doing thisâŠbut I do love you, my girl.â he says before pressing his lips against your clit. His lips suck the sensitive bud for a moment or two before he pulls away and places his left hand on her waist. And with the thumb of his right hand he starts to rub her clit rather roughly.Â
âYour so fucking good for me.â he muters as he dives down to in between your legs, replacing his thumb with his mouth again he then Inserted his pointer and middle fingers into her wet hole. Ville lets out a groan. âOh fuck, there you go thats it.â he says his mouth causing overwhelming vibrations to her clit.Â
At the same time he curled his fingers. âVilleâŠAh fuck!â she moans out rather porngraphic. Ville smiles and continues to move his fingers in and out. âCome on your close arnet you kulta?â Ville says in an almost mocking tone as he stops sucking on her clit.Â
She nods her head because in all honesty just Villeâs words could bring her to an orgasm. âGood girl.â he says, pumping his fingers in and out of her core with almost all of his force. Soon within what seems to be seconds for ville her inner walls start to pulsate driving ville to give it his all. Using his thumb to rub her clit bringing her over edge.Â
âFuck!â she shouts out her legs starting to shake as ville keeps rubbing. Ville watches as her legs start to shake violently until he finally pulls his fingers out of her wet hole. Ville brings the two fingers to his mouth, he wraps his tongue around them, tasting her. âMhm⊠absolutely devine my darling.â he mutters.Â
She watches him her chest heaving as she tries to sit up and stroke his cock with her hand. which in response Ville pushes her back onto the bed. âWhat was that for?â she questions trying to sit up again. Ville places his hand on her neck keeping her down. âYouâve done enough for me, my little blood bag.â he says leaning down to kiss her on the lips.
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I wake up at noon and hiss at the sunlight threatening me from the side of Villeâs velvet curtains. My head is pounding; I canât be hungover after three cocktails, surely? I ponder last nightâs inebriation and realise I havenât eaten properly for days. Ville doesnât eat and I have really been neglecting myself. I get out of bed, looking for something to wear, and realise I left my bag of clothes in my car.
âUgh, I do not wanna do the walk of shame again!â I moan aloud to myself. Elias must think Iâm such a skank. I glance at the mirrored black wardrobe at the end of the room. Iâm sure Ville wonât mind if I borrow a shirt. The wardrobe has jackets and dress shirts and trousers hanging up. There are some drawers below and I tentatively open the top one. Underwear. I think about Ville finding me in his underwear and wonder if heâll find it sexy. I steal a pair of his boxers and slide them on. Theyâre black, of course. I open the next drawer and find t-shirts. âPerfect!â I murmur as I unfold the first one I find. Itâs an old Black Sabbath shirt, circa the time where Ozzy was accused of biting a bat I assume, and pull it on over my head. Itâs oversized and baggy; perfect boyfriend fit. I look at myself in his mirrors and smile. He might be a vampire but, aside from our nocturnal dates, it feels like a fairly normal relationship⊠as normal as an all-consuming, incredibly sexual, relationship can be.
I wander downstairs, hoping Ville has snacks to silence my growling stomach. I stand alone in the hall, suddenly feeling very small in Villeâs large home. Where is his kitchen? Does he have a kitchen? Fuck. I wander into what appears to be a large living room. There are shelves of books, a liquor cabinet, and a grand piano in the corner.
Dusting the piano is Mari, who looks up and greets me with a smile. âGood morning, dear. Sleep well?â She asks politely.
âUh, yeah, kind of. Iâm just wondering⊠does Ville have a kitchen? I keep forgetting to eat.â Mari scolds me for not looking after myself and leads me through a dining room. The tall walls are covered in paintings. They are dark paintings. One is of a woman serving a bleeding heart on a tray. It has an Edgar Allen Poe feel. I am rushed through to the kitchen. Itâs surprisingly modern, unlike every other room in The Haunted Mansion, which I now decide to call it. The floor is laminate light oak. The worktops are a grey marble granite, with a matching island in the middle. Mari ushers me to perch on a stool at the island as she runs around rummaging in cupboards. She refuses any help and whips me up an omelette, toast and a pot of tea. She truly is an angel. She loves cooking and says she will cook more things and leave meals in the fridge for me, though I try to tell her I am happy to cook for myself. Whilst she is putting things away I notice multiple bottles in the fridge. Red bottles. Blood. I shake away the unease and finish my warm tea. Suddenly I have a stroke of genius. Maybe Ville and I can make use of the dining room. Maybe I could cook for him using the blood in his fridge? My mind goes into overdrive thinking about all of the ânormalâ things we can achieve in our vampire-girlfriend relationship.
I realise I am still in last nightâs makeup and could really use a hot shower. Iâve stayed the night a few times now, but I barely even know where the bathroom is. Mari offers to give me a tour and I gladly and desperately accept. She leads me back through the dining room, in what I am told is the East Wing, and into the hall. She leads me into the West Wing, through some sort of entertainment room. Thereâs a pool table, darts, bookcases full of books, and so on and so forth. There are small tables and Crystal decanters. The walls are a damask grey and black.
We briskly walk through into glass, mirrored room. âItâs a pool roomâ, says Mari âAnd over there in the corner you have a jacuzzi.â she smiles.
âA hot tub? Vampire Ville has a hot tub?!â Mari laughs. Aside from being pissed that he kept this from me, Iâm feeling quite optimistic about filling my days whilst he sleeps. Mari informs me there is a shower room, steam room and bathroom round the back. She then leads me upstairs and we bypass the master bedroom. Iâve spent many an hour screaming Villeâs names within those walls; I hope theyâre soundproof. Mari shows me her bedroom, Eliasâ bedroom, and the master bathroom. The master bathroom has a huge wide bath on four legs; the perfect cure for a hangover. She also opens two large wooden doors into a room with a large screen. Iâm told itâs a home cinema which Ville never uses. I make a mental note to talk to him about this. There is a door at the end of the hall which Mari warns me never to open, and instructs that they are âVilleâs sleeping quartersâ. I wonder how many coffins he has stacked up in there. I thank Mari for the tour, and make haste downstairs. I run to the car, grab my bags and run back upstairs. Iâm sure that Elias is probably judging me, but with my toiletries now in the house I plan to never do the walk of shame again.
I have the longest, hottest soak in the bath and use this time to reflect on the last few weeks. Itâs been a month since I first met Ville, and our relationship has progressed so quickly. Weâve both admitted weâre in love. We canât go a day without seeing each other. Iâm currently on long term sick from work with little desire to go back. I havenât moved in but I might as well⊠the list goes on. He has never once asked if I want to become a vampire. I ponder on this. Maybe he wants me to, but doesnât want to ask? Maybe the guilt of turning me into a vampire would be too much for him to bear? Do I even want to change? To survive on the life of others? To never again see the sun? These are impossible questions. Beyond being underneath Villeâs muscular body, I have no idea where I want to be or what I want to do. I sigh. After last nightâs drunken mess, I take time to wash, moisturise and dress. I slip on a dark emerald green dress with sleeves. Itâs simple but clingy, and I know itâll make Ville salivate. I charge my phone, which has been dead for hours. There is a missed call from Larissa, followed by a text: âYour boyfriend was right about my date. Tell him Iâm sorry. I miss you.â I scoff. Larissa can absolutely get fucked. Cruelly, I find myself thinking she would have deserved to have had her drink spiked, but I then dismiss the unkind thought from my head.
The day goes quickly and I soon realise itâs 6pm. Ville will be up in around an hour. I head to the kitchen and conduct a haphazard search though his groceries and appliances. I decide to make him a blood and tomato soup, with garlic bread for dipping. I laugh out loud thinking about serving garlic to my vampire boyfriend, but he did say it was safe⊠I start by chopping onions and other veggies; adding herbs and spices. I take a bottle out of the fridge and mix it in, trying not to think about what Iâm cooking. Stirring the soup in the pan, two pale arms make their way around me. I gasp but the shock is over quickly as Ville starts to kiss my neck lightly.
âSomething smells goodâŠâ he whispers into my neck.
âYou donât really eatâŠâ I say, leaning into his touch, ââŠbut food is my love language and I wanted to make you somethingâ.
âTake a breakâ, he murmurs, tracing his lips along the skin on my collarbone. I sigh, and do as Iâm told, turning the hob off, desperate to feel his touch. I back into the kitchen island in the middle of floor and, pressing with my hands, perch myself on the worktop. My gothic prince stands before me. Skinny jeans⊠and nothing else. I choose not to fight the lust, and run both of my hands down his pale toned chest. I glance up to take in his beauty. He stares down at me with light, sea green oceans for eyes, a sharp jaw that could cut through diamond, and blush pink lips. My eyes fixate on his mouth, hungry for his kiss, lustful for a bite on his plump bottom lip. As if he can read my thoughts, his lips crash down onto mine so aggressively that my fingers dig into his shoulders, pressing my body to his to avoid falling backwards.
My mouth agape in surprise welcomes Villeâs warm, wet tongue. Orally claiming me; my senses consumed by him. I know I am drenched with desire already and shiver with the anticipation. Noticing, he pulls back and asks âWhat is it, beautiful?â
I blush furiously, avoiding his gaze âMy panties are wet just thinkingâŠâ I trail off, biting my lower lip.
âDonât make me fuck you in this kitchen, babyâŠâ he growls in his deep trademark voice, commanding my attention. He stares into my eyes and we both breathe heavily, the sexual tension loudly lingering in the air.
I wrap one leg around his waist and pull him towards me, âDonât threaten me with a good time, Valo.â I purr, and he loses it. He runs one hand through the hair on my head as the other gropes at my hip. His tongue exploring my mouth, my jawline, my neck. I start to moan and he stops to lean back and admire his handiwork as I pant and my chest heaves for air. He runs his hands up my thighs and I gasp as his fingers glide closer and closer.
Without warning he pushes my panties to the side and drives his index finger into my tight pussy. I cry out, practically cumming into his palm. âVilleâŠâ I moan into his mouth. His middle finger joins his index finger as he pushes in and out, kissing me deeply. I brush his belt with my fingers, reaching lower to caress his cock through his jeans. He pauses for a moment; he moans and closes his eyes, enjoying the movement of my hand. Suddenly, his eyes snap back open and something has changed. They are red. My heart starts to beat outside of my chest.
âVille?â I say, shakily. He removes his fingers; they are blood red. I look down, âShit!â I curse, realising Iâve started my period. Ville moves his fingers to his lips and sucks my blood.
âYou taste so goodâŠâ he moans, closing his eyes in ecstasy. When he opens them again, his eyes are back to their usual dreamy green. âIâm sorry⊠I⊠please donât be scared. I justâŠâ he runs his hands through his hair, visibly stressed âYou smell so good and it wasnât hurting you andâŠâ.
âShh, itâs okay.â I soothe, taking his shoulders in my hands. âDo you want toâŠ?â He blinks.
âYouâre asking if I want to drink your blood?â He says in disbelief.
âYes⊠do you want to?â I repeat, softly.
âAre you sure?â His eyes begin to darken again.
âYes, baby.â I lean back on to my elbows and move my legs slightly apart, âDrink me.â In an instant, Ville falls on one knee, slips my lace panties off and dives inside me, tongue first. I gasp at the feel of his warm tongue and the sound of him lapping between my thighs. I look down at him and am drawn into his crimson eyes. Our eyes meet and I watch him flick his tongue up and down my clitoris. I throw my head back and moan. Never in a million years would I have dreamt of this, but I am beside myself with arousal. I feel him tongue the opening to my vagina all the way to my clit; back and forth, torturing me in the best way.
I prepare my best Finnish accent and reach down to grasp his hair aggressively between my fingers. When I have control of his gaze, I beg âVITTU MINUA, VEELUH!â With a quick intake of breath, he stands, unbuckles his belt, frees the beast and shoves his hard cock inside of me. I scream in response as he pounds me aggressively and noisily. I imagine the sounds of our moaning and the quick sharp slaps of his skin against mine echoing through the halls.
âPlease, God, HARDER!â I beg. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and lifts me off the kitchen counter. He slams me into the kitchen wall and thrusts aggressively. Up close I see his wild, hungry red eyes and the sharp fangs he is trying to conceal. I know what he wantsâŠ. âBite me, babyâ I whisper, gasping as he obliges immediately, sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of my neck, drinking my life, as I come undone.
âOh my god!â I whimper as my walls tighten around him. He continues the aggressive assault until I hear him moan loudly.
âVittu! Oh, fuck!â He slows to a halt and holds me tightly, both of us shaking with the comedown from our respective orgasms.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and attempt to stand, but my legs are weak. He senses my imbalance and holds me close as he catches his breath at the nape of my neck.
âIâm sorry, sometimes I forget which language Iâm speaking.â he smiles. I smile weakly, my abdomen throbbing with pain. I am unsure if it is because of my typical monthly woe, or because of the unusually, but absolutely welcome, rough sex. He bites into his wrist and then kisses my neck with his bloody mouth, healing my bite wound.
âWhat does it mean when your eyes turn red?â I whisper. âItâs, uh, hunger, lust, maybe a bit of both?â He muses.
âBloodlust.â I correct.
âYeahâŠâ he smiles, sheepishly. âI, um, that was amazing.â He says, beaming.
âLife-changing.â I blush ââŠbut now I donât think I can walkâ. His eyes widen.
âOh God, did I go too hard?â He asks, remorsefully.
âUm, yes, but I asked you to⊠and I enjoyed it.â I give him a reassuring smile.
âWell, I can carry you!â He fireman lifts me in his arms. âWhere would you like to go, my love?â
I giggle, âWell, my boyfriend forgot to tell me he has a freaking hot tub, so letâs start there!â
He hesitates, âDo I? Iâd forgotten about that!â He chuckles.
âHow could you forget you have an entire spa in your home?!â I laugh, but Villeâs smile fades.
âLuxuries are senseless when you have no one to share it with.â I wonder how much pain he hides behind those eyes. âAnyway, your spa retreat awaits!â he forces a smile and whisks me to his pool room.
By now, I have regained the ability to stand despite the crippling pain in my cervix. I pull my dress over my head.
âDid you bring a bikini?â He asks.
âNoâŠâ I smirk, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. I slowly lower myself into the hot tub. The warm water soothes my aching, swollen lady parts: this is bliss.
Ville walks to the corner of the room to flick a switch. The spotlights fade. âMood lighting.â He grins, and I watch him slide off his jeans, noting there is no underwear in sight, as his manhood once again looms free, still somewhat erect.
âDown, girl!â I scold myself mentally. I will need at least a day to recover. Ville climbs in and positions himself next to me, one arm around my shoulders.
âVille?â I turn to him. âYou seem so sad⊠talk to meâ.
Ville takes a deep breath, âIs it that obvious?â I nod. âIâve made some poor life choices, and Iâm scared I will end up alone. There was a dark time in my life where all I did was abuse my body. I drank myself stupid. I tried very unsuccessfully to kill myself. I never expected to be happy again. I was so full of hope. I wanted a family. I wanted kids. Sometimes I feel like Iâve wasted my life.â
I put my arms tenderly around his shoulders. âYou havenât wasted your life, you have a brilliant musical legacy. You wonât be alone: you have me. Always.â I soothe.
He closes his eyes. âI want to believe that so badlyâŠâ he sighs ââŠbut you and I both know you deserve better. How long before you meet someone who can take you for dates in the sunâŠâ
âFuck the sun.â I interject. âYou forget I can take myself out into the sun.â I reason.
âYes⊠but I wonât have you for long, after you reach the limits of your mortality I will be forever alone.â He avoids my gaze, looking down, like he is doing everything to mask his emotional pain.
âVille⊠nothing is going to stop me being with you. I donât need to see the fucking sun.â He looks up in disbelief; his lips parted in shock.
âNo⊠I canât ask you to do that.â He whispers.
âIt is my decision to make, and I want to. End of story.â I say harshly, not entertaining his pity party. âIâm not ready yet⊠give me time. I will be. I promise.â I cup his cheek in my hand and he turns to kiss my palm.
âI canât help but feel guilt⊠taking you away from the light, from the life you know.â He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes, round and bright and beautiful.
âBefore you, I was floating through life, never feeling rooted, never belonging anywhere.â I say, earnestly. âFor the first time in my life, I feel like Iâm home⊠and home is wherever you are.â I feel the tracks of warm tears down my cheeks. He cups my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away my tears.
âOlen sinun ikuisesti, rakkaani.â He smiles.
âYou areâŠ?â I try to translate.
âI am yours forever, my love.â He says, leaning his head to one side to look at me. He is adorable.
I pause, translating English to Finnish in my head, desperate for it to sound perfect. âOlet minun ikuisesti, rakkaani.â Proudly I tell him that he is mine forever.
âYouâve been practisingâ, grins Ville, pleasantly surprised.
âIâve been on Duo Lingo constantly.â I laugh. âFuck, the soup!â I curse, as I realise Iâve left Villeâs meal half cooked in a pan on the stove. âOh goddamnit, my panties as wellâŠâ
âIt was very sweet of you to cook for me. I canât say Iâm hungry, though, as you know Iâve already eatenâŠâ he raises an eyebrow suggestively, dragging my mind back to our deliciously depraved encounter on the kitchen island.
âI am WEAK, Ville. Who told you to sneak up on me shirtless?!â We both giggle.
âI couldnât find my Black Sabbath shirt!â He becomes aroused and suggestive at the mention of it being on the bathroom floor having been worn by his girlfriend.
When my fingertips wrinkle, we wrap ourselves in towels and head up to his bedroom so I can get changed. Ville suggests some of his shirts. He sits on the edge of his bed, watching me try on his things. I steal a pair of black boxers from his drawer and peruse his collection of band merchandise. I borrow a Janeâs Addiction crop shirt.
âI canât believe Iâm borrowing a crop top from my boyfriendâŠâ I laugh, rolling my eyes.
âYou look better in it.â He grins, reaching and grabbing the shirt hem to yank me forwards into his arms. He starts kissing my bare stomach.
âMmm, stopâŠâ I say begrudgingly, stroking the curls on his head âIâm sore, baby, I need time to heal.â Ville pouts, his bottom lip protruding in frustration. âDonât make me bite that lip, Valo!â I glare at him, jokingly.
âWhat was that thing you said earlier? Donât threaten me with a good time?â We laugh together; teasing and enjoying each otherâs company. âI promise Iâll behave myself. Just tell me when youâre ready, again.â He pulls his skinny jeans on and leans against the wall. He crosses his arms waiting for me to finish blow drying and brushing my hair. I steal glances at his smooth toned chest and force the less than holy thoughts away.
I grab a shirt from his drawer and throw it at him. âPut on a shirt, Valo! Youâre too distracting!â
He walks up to me and puts his hands on my hips. âHmm, you seem to be getting far too comfortable with disrespectâŠâ he smirks. âOne more âValoâ and I will have to spank that beautiful ass.â
Impossible to hide my arousal, I close my eyes and steady my breath, âPencil me in for a spanking when Iâve recovered.â I say, huskily, and quickly pull on a pencil skirt.
I think about going out for a date, but my memories of last night surface and I decide I need time away from the world outside of Villeâs home. I realise I have grown weary of the drunken London crowd; I am tired of trying to fit in where I donât belong. Ville as always is understanding and supportive. He leads me down the stairs and outside. Behind his home is acres of grassy land. He lays a picnic blanket down so that we can lie in each othersâ arms and look at the stars. I lay my head on his solid chest and nuzzle close to him. The night is romantic and my heart is full. We spend the night talking about our hopes and dreams; our plans for the future, which now involve each other. We talk about going back to Finland so I can meet his parents. Ville is close with his parents and hasnât seen them for a year; he feels awful about it. They know he is a vampire and they worry. We talk about marriage. Marriage is sacred to him; he gushes about the loving relationship his parents have, and how they are the epitome of a happy married couple. He tells me he has never experienced a romance as close until now. He kisses me sweetly under the light of the moon. We talk about children and his heart is heavy; I suggest adoption and he brightens. There is hope. Ville has felt lost ever since the band broke up and says he has been thinking about starting a solo venture. He tells me he has started writing a song for me. I beg to hear it but he tells me itâs nowhere near finished; itâs working title is âForeverlostâ. I pout and he responds by leaning in and biting my bottom lip gently.
His beautiful light eyes burn a hole in me, like he can see right into my soul. âWhat?â I ask nervously as he looks at me.
âI am forever lost in you.â He says, dreamily.
âThat would make a good lyric.â I smile.
âIt wouldâ, agrees Ville.
The sky is lightening, preparing for sunrise, yet we remain still, not wanting to let go of each other. Villeâs legs shift, and he stands. âComeâ, he commands, holding out his palm. I look up, mildly irritated and cross my arms defiantly. âIâll sing you a song?â he offers, and I jump up excitement. We hold hands and walk slowly back to the house.
In his room, I kick my shoes off and sit on the bed, ready to be serenaded. Ville pulls off his shirt and begins to tune his guitar. âYou need to be shirtless to play?!â I roll my eyes, mildly annoyed by the audacity of this man, parading his sexy body around. Who the hell does he think he is?!
He grins, âIt helps the artistic process⊠and makes my girlfriend wet.â He winks in my direction and the accuracy of his words borders on ridiculous. He sits in front of me on the bed and begins to play an acoustic, slow, heart-wrenching tune. He purses his lips and takes a breath, ready to singâŠ
We're drifting apart,
But I want you to know
Wherever you are I belong
Love's singing our song
But we fail to sing along
Wherever you go I will follow
So please don't let it
Please don't let it go
Cause if you won't let it
I won't let it go
You try to be strong
But you're always so alone
Whatever I do I do you wrong
Death sings our song
And we eagerly sing along
Whatever you do I adore
So please don't let it
Please don't let it go
Cause if you won't let it
I won't let it go
Don't let go of life
Let go of love
Let go of all we have
Don't let go of trust
Let go of lust
Let go of all we share
So please don't let it
Please don't let it go
Cause if you won't let it
I won't let it go
âI will never let you go.â I whisper. We embrace as he places soft kisses on the top of my head. The sun is rising and I know he has to sleep soon.
âStay with me?â I plead.
âYou know I canât, babyâ he whispers back, morose.
âYeah, yeah. Iâm too delicious, whatever!â I chide, folding my arms and facing away from him, hiding a wry smile.
He kneels on the bed and crawls up behind me. He leans in, his lips millimetres from my ear. âYou get very bratty when all you need a good fuck.â I gasp and turn to look at him. âI will be happy to fuck that attitude out of you, when you are ready.â He purrs.
âYou are evil!â I pout.
âI am⊠but you love it.â He knows I canât argue. âGood night, rakkaaniâ he says as he slips out of the bedroom door.
âBetter hope I donât nail that coffin door shut, Valo!â I yell after him, hearing him giggle like a schoolgirl down the hall. I lie back on the bed and smile, feeling truly and utterly content, before succumbing to sleep.
So you know how any given Toreadorâs view on what is art is different from anotherâs? Well what if one (Iâm thinking Ash mainly, but you can add whoever you want!) finds themselves in awe of the Tremere Fledglingâs thaumaturgy? Like the way the fledgling does it is very stunning to them, and they just canât help but feel amazed by (and maybe a little in love with) them?
[So, I did the three Hollywood Tors, but tried to make Ashâs a bit longer than the other two]
Ash- If this was before he was captive, he might not think much of it as heâs too preoccupied with everything else. In fact he might even tell you not to do anything as he doesnât want to gain more attention. When he first takes notice of it, and even more so you, is when youâre helping him escape the club. But, he just chalked that up to adrenaline going and everything seeming larger than life.
However if it was after you save him then he would be mesmerized. When you came into the place that he was being held, with you magic and the blood that it was controlling flowing, he thought that he was simply still delirious. When you revive him a bit, then heâll realize that it is indeed you and not something that his hopeful mind was conjuring. You saved him once after all, so why wouldnât he use you as the image for his desired freedom as he was being tortured?
After all was said and done, he would need to stay low for awhile, and, depending on whether you decide to stay with the other Tremere, you would need to as well. Either way, there would be plenty of downtime between the two of you. When this happens, Ash could sit there and watch you practice your magic for hours. With everything that has happened to him, heâs nervous about getting too close to other people, even you, so he convinces himself that he just wants to watch the magic and is in no way watching you instead.
VV- She would be a little nervous when she first found out that you were Tremere. Seeing as everyone, especially Isaac made them out to be practically the boogie men of the vampire world. Listen, if thereâs a group of people that even the Tzimisce think were bad news, then they must be terrifying. Then she actually got to know you and all that went out the window. There was no way that you were going to be the monster under anyoneâs bed. And, that cursed magic she was told to avoid at all costs was beautiful in motion. (Note: please be very careful what you do in front of her because she is a very sensitive soul, and the more nasty rites might be very detrimental to her if she saw them).
She will actually ask you if you could show her things all the time, and loves the fact that when she does you act all secretive about it. The fact that you have to sneak to the other room to show her your magic makes her feel giddy like you were two kids staying up past bedtime and making a flashlight light show in their blanket fort. Is very curious of what you can do and asks questions the whole time. You easily become one of her favorite people and brighten her day anytime she sees you.
Isaac- When he first met you all he wanted to do was finish his business with you and push you along your merry way. The whole thing with finding Andrei made it where things between the two of you lasted longer than you either expected. To his surprise the more that he worked with you, the more that he started to enjoy your help; as well as your company. There was still something in the back of his mind that made him nervous about your clan. He did have to remind himself that he had never really seen the art of blood magic in practice, and that even though there were probably many problems that happened over the years to give the Tremere such a stigma, that didnât mean that you were participating in such activities.
The thing that really did it for him was when he watched you fight that gargoyle that was giving him trouble. I mean, you really think that he would send you to do something that close to where he was and not watch you at work? This was a rare opportunity to check on things himself that he wasnât going to pass up. The way that you moved and swirled the blood around, how you shot it to and fro as needed, absolutely entranced him. After that he did his best to find things for you to do in the area so that he could sneak out and watch you work your craft. Being a baron, there wasnât much of a chance for him to go anywhere much further than the Hollywood area, so he would do his damnedest to keep you close. Of course, no matter how subtle he tries to be, you will probably catch on after a bit. To cover for himself when this happens, heâll lie say that he has been watching you to see if you were the right choice for an offer; he wants you to be his right hand person, a sheriff of sorts. He hopes that you say yes, not only because he he feels like he would be almost untouchable with you working right next to him, but that would also give him a reason to actually be around you, or even ask you to use your blood magic for things. All in the name of business of course; he gets no personal enjoyment from watching you or your spell casting.
Day six hundred and sixty six, you haven't seen Ville in six hundred and sixty six days. It started with him going away on tour and then he went back to Helsinki to work on new music and once again on tour and back to making new music. It seemed to be a never ending circle of repetitiveness. During this time you called you skyped. But still it wasn't enough and there was never a definitive answer to when he would come back. There was always something coming up. Frankly you were over it. There was only one thing left to do so you packed a bag or two, booked a plane ticket and drove off to the airport.Â
It was a long and tiring flight, thankfully it was a direct one. You arrived in Helsinki at god knows what time; you hadn't told Ville that you'd be coming but now you were stranded in a somewhat unknown place. It was early in the morning but it was Ville it was more than likely that he would still be awake. He could never really sleep and neither could you. It was perfect expressly if he was on tour in a different time zone. No matter night or day he was there for you. Getting your phone out of your pocket and turning it back on; a black and white picture of Ville on stage stared at you. He looked so captivating, long hair partially covered by a hat and a cigarette in between his fingers, his eyes sewn shut lost in the words of a love song.
The time stared at you as well. It was almost 8pm meaning it was somewhere around 3am in finland. You opened up your contacts and of course Villes name was right on top. Pressing it,it rang for a moment, nothing more before it was answered. Villes accented voice soon started talking. âHello darling, calling to say goodnight?â âhello Ville, and no i was calling to see if you could call me a cab?â âwhat?â he sounded rather surprised than confused âI'm at the airport. Do you expect me to walk all the way to your gothic tower? I'll probably freeze like jack from the shining.â you explained to him with a hint of sarcasm. âYou're in Helsinki?â âoh yeah did i forget to mention that?â You know you didn't, you just wanted to imagine Villes confused face which was mostly hilarious. Ville laughed on the other end. âI'll be there in 10 darling.â âThank you, love you.â âI love you too, see you soon.â and with that Ville hung up and it was time to wait.Â
Not very much longer you see a cab pulling up to the curb where you were smoking a cigarette as you stood up to peer into the taxi to see if Ville was in it. And within a second he had jumped out of the taxi and made his way to you. He quickly wrapped his arms around you. God you forgot how good it felt to be in his arms. You return it, finding surety in his embrace. He pulled back a bit to look at you. green eyes stared at you with so much hope and love and want. You were reminded of how lonely the both of you must have been. But your love was eternal. It will be still even in death. Ville gave a small kiss to your lips and once more love and death embraced.
Waring: Death and hospital stuff light mentions of past implied suicide attempt. this is just sad shit I wrote at like 3 am when listing t music.
word count: 1237
Ville could feel himself fade away, he could feel all the hope and joy and general energy fade away from him when he was in the studio with the band or on the stage; hell even the most mundane task caused him to fight for even getting the smallest bit of air back into his lungs.Â
Ville doesn't understand why this is happening to him, it's almost like all the actions he's done in the past are finally chasing after him. He thought he had cheated death on that drunken July night Linde had pulled him off the edge. Or the night when he was 17 and had an asthma attack that had him in the hospital for 2 weeks. Or when he got behind the wheel of an atv drunk and without a license.Â
Tonight was different. He could feel it. He feared what may come for him. Before many times he has looked into death's eyes and smiled but now. Ville was right on the edge. He was no longer looking into an angel of death's eyes but was now being embraced into it. Ville will die before he even gets to live.Â
He looks up at the women. She still has her hair tangled in his hair. He leans into the comfort of it all. Villle knows very well that it may be his last. âWhy?â is the only thing he can get out his throat feels like there is something shoved down it. RED eyes look down at him. âI don't know ville. I'm just here to guide youâŠâ she tries to sooth him. Ville doesn't feel as terfied anymore. Ville sits up and looks at the women. âI'm not ready to die.â he emits to himself more than to her. She puts her hand out onto his back. âBut you can't stay, get up. Look at yourself.â ville turns his head to the side as he listens to her words. Ville climbs out of the bed. He turns back to the bed. He steps back at what he sees.Â
She puts her hands on villes shoulders. âYou have to come with me ville.â she whispers into his ear; he knows that he has to go. But he wonders what will happen if he doesn't. Does his body stay catatonic? Will he forever be trapped in limbo? He turns to the women. âFor years I've sung of a lover joining me and death but now⊠it's the other way around. I'm joining death.â villes not giving up. No. he's just stating what is true. The end is here. Ville looks at his friends one last time he walks to them one last time and puts his hand on their shoulders. And for some odd reason at the same time they both look up at each other. Ville smiles watching their eyes meet. They know he's there. He hopes that there is an afterlife. He gets to hide behind the crimson door and make sure they are alright.Â
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Author: @sinnysuicide
AO3: SinnySioux
Vamp!Ville x F!reader
Warnings: This story will be 18+ as there will be smut in later chapters.
Wordcount: 2k +
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Droplets drizzle down from the wide gin cocktail glass in front of me. The cool drink raining condensation in the warm but dimly lit bar, down a cobbled side street in the city. It was always my favourite; the way there were so many flavours of vodka, gin and rum on the neon-lit back wall. A gem in the grey and polluted big smoke.
Larissa is halfway through a story about some guy she met and dated briefly. I sense there is a big twist coming but I lost interest a while ago; not least because her love life is far more exciting than mine. Part of me envies her, she has no trouble attracting interest, still part of me pities her for entertaining Londonâs least eligible bachelors.
âHe offered to drive me home and I was like⊠erm, dude, you had like half a bottle of Jack, and he was like âNo I didnât!â. Then I was like âI literally watched you and now you want to fucking kill me by drink driving?â and he walked out. Like, literally walked out of the bar, angry at ME for not wanting to DIE! Like, what the fuck?â. She takes a sip of her ridiculous fluorescent pink vodka based cocktail to lubricate her throat, dry from her monologue, âAnd Iâm pretty sure he just got in the car and drove himSELF home. Like, is he dead now? Hope so, idiot.â
âWow, that sounds crazyâ, I manage to stifle a yawn somewhat successfully, but my mildly slurred speech gives me away.
âYou stopped listening like a year ago, didnât you?â
My eyes dart up to meet her gaze, worried Iâve upset her. âOh no, I have, Iâm sorry, itâs just work is, yâknow, work, and Iâve just been so tiredâŠâ
She glances at her phone. âFuck itâs eleven thirty! We better wrap up, actuallyâ. We split our drink bill and each order our respective Ubers. I give her a hug and wave her off in hers. âLet me know when you get back!â she yells out of the window.
I wait 10 minutes⊠20 minutes⊠âThis is ridiculousâ I mutter to myself. I couldâve walked it back to my flat by now. I glance down at my phone to see that my Uber driver is completing a journey before he plans on driving to me. Fucking great. I tap my stiletto heel on the cobbles; my impatience vibrating through my body as I shiver in the darkness.
âFuck this!â I declare, and set off on foot. Google Maps tells me Iâm eighteen minutes away, and the cocktails have numbed the pain in the balls of my feet from my ridiculous choice of footwear. âThey DO make my legs look great, thoughâ I think to myself as I scroll social media absent-mindedly. The back streets are so poorly lit that I use the torch light from my phone. I hear the clink of empty cans hitting cobbles and the shuffling of feet⊠I walk more briskly. I hear men whispering and look over my shoulder. I see two, very drunk, men walking in my direction. I sincerely hope they are not following me, and quicken my pace.
âOi bitch, donât ignore me!â they start to chase me. The light of the main street is so fucking close and my heart is beating out of my chest. I turn a corner and lean against the building, breathing noiselessly but desperately. Fuck, theyâve spotted me.
âWhere ya going dressed like that, ya slut?â says a balding, pink, hideous shell of a man. The other throws his head back to laugh. âBet she was on her way to get her five pounds for a blowie!â he says, making lewd gestures. I want to have the confidence to say âFuck you!â out loud instead of in my head, but the best I can mutter is âPleaseâŠâ. The balding one puts his hand down the front of his jeans and I close my eyes as tears track down my cheeks.
âUGGHH⊠what the fuck man?â I hear the sound of punches being thrown and tentatively open my eyes. A dark figure, decidedly tall, slim, draws back as the balding man chokes on blood and falls to the floor to join his friend. My mouth agape in horror and wonderment, the figure spins on his heel to face me and moves forward. My breath quickens and my eyes widen, my chest heaving as my back is pressed against brick.
âAre you hurt?â his eyes stare straight into my soul. Itâs dark but they are light; I can make out specks of green. His skin is so pale it glows in the moonlight. My eyes follow his sharp cheekbones to his jaw, taking in his handsome face. I scan his body. Heâs wearing what looks to be a velvet blazer, skinny jeans, converse all stars? The contrast of the white on black is actually quite appreciated in this light.
âMiss?â My eyes dart back up again. âI⊠uh⊠Iâm okayâ I manage to speak quietly. His eyes are so mesmerising in this light.
âThose pigs didnât hurt you, did they?â
âNoâ, I smile, âThanks to youâ. His concerned demeanour turns to fury and his brows narrow. âYou shouldnât be alone in the dark this late; there are people that can and WILL take advantage of a woman travelling alone.â Iâm grateful for his chivalry, but I donât take too well to being told what to do.
âI⊠uh⊠yeah, so thanks for knocking those guys outâ, I say, avoiding eye contact and slinking to the right of him, âIâm just gonna go andâŠâ
âNoâ he says, his sharp eyes sensitive to my movement. His face softens âIâm sorry, no, I canât let you do that when there are men out there like this. Please, let me walk you home, or at least close to itâŠâ
âOh, um, you donât have toâŠâ I hesitate.
âPleaseâ he closes the gap between us with a single step âIâd like to make sure no further harm befalls you tonightâ. He doesnât talk like the typical London man. Hell, he doesnât talk like the typical man. His voice deep and alluring; his words eloquent and decisive.
âOh, um, okayâ I say, in a vain attempt to silence the inner voice that is SCREAMING at me to tread cautiously.
We walk a little in silence, a foot or so apart. âSo, what were you doing walking all alone in the dark?â he implores, scanning my face as we perambulate onto a better, brighter lit, street. I can see I was right as two beautiful pools of green await an answer from me.
âMy Uber driver was taking forever so I thought Iâd walk home. It isnât far. I wasnât expecting two drunk idiots to ruin my night.â I roll my eyes.
âHave they? Ruined your night, I meanâŠ.â he looks disappointed, or perhaps angry, I think, as I notice a balled fist.
âWell, no, I guess Iâm safe and nothing really happened⊠you, uh, you donât speak like youâre from hereâ.
âIâm notâ he says matter of factly with an essence of smug, he pauses to locate a cigarette from his pocket and to light it. He brings it to his pale lips and inhales. His lips part delicately as the swirl of smoke dances around his cheeks. He closes his eyes briefly; it appears his vice brings him bliss in the chaos. âIâm sorryâ he stares at me âDo you mind if IâŠ?â
âOh, no, no itâs fine. Your funeral, I guess, I heard those things kill youâ I smirk, teasing.
He side-eyes me, inhaling again âGood thing Iâm already deadâ he exhales with a grin. Fuck, he looks so good when he smiles. The flash of his white teeth and the angles of his jaw make me feel moist in my underwear, but then I remember Iâve been drinking.
âHow much alcohol have you had to drink?â he asks, smirking, as if able to read my less than holy thoughts.
He looks down at my lips. âIâm sorry if I have offended you. Please, let me get you home safe, and you wonât see me againâ. My heart sinks a little and Iâm sure he can feel it.
âWhy did you help me? Who are you?â I ask, feeling a strange connection between us.
âI couldnât have lived with myself if I turned a blind eye to a woman in distress, and allowed those poor excuses for men to do what they had in mind.â His looks darken, and I turn to humour as we begin walking again.
âOh, you read minds? How many fingers behind my back?â I giggle, wiggling three secretly. He side eyes me again, smirking. I can tell heâs not impressed that I am minimising my brush with danger, but he is enjoying this playful exchange.
âYou should be careful wandering around in the darkâ he stops and turns his body to face me, wetting his lips with his tongue, he edges closer, âThere might be vampiresâ.
âOh, that would be a shameâ I say, deliberately avoiding his gaze before the punchline âI taste pretty good, Iâd be a gonerâ. I look up at him through my lashes; he finally gives up the ghost and laughs wholeheartedly.
âWhy do I get the feeling trouble follows you?â He shakes his head, smiling, âFor your sake, I hope the vampires arenât thirsty.â We stopped walking some time ago, and I realise weâre outside the block of apartments I live in. I loiter, to stop time, not knowing when I will see my night hero again.
âAre you thirsty? ⊠for a drink, I mean.â I glance towards my window, hopefully.
âI, er, no⊠I should return to my post. I have damsels in distress to save from bloodthirsty beings.â he muses, with a tone of humour, not arrogance. He looks off into the distance and I sense there is something heavy weighing on his chest.
âWell, thank you, my unmasked nicotine-fuelled vigilante!â I giggle, walking to the entrance door. He follows me, as though he wants to come inside, then hesitates. Turning to face him I realise our lips are centimetres apart again. Every hair on my body stands on end as my senses hyperfocus on him. I lift my hand to palm his velvet-encased arm. The material is soft, a direct contrast to the muscle within it. I breathe, and almost taste, the cigarette smoke from his lips. I see never ending waves of green, washing over me. Eyes that look like they have traveled the world over and over again, but havenât found what they longed for⊠untilâŠ
âWhat do I call you?â I whisper.
âVeeâ he says as his eyes refuse to move from my lips.
You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
He leans forward to press his forehead to mine as I let out a sigh. âNo more late night walks. Remember, vampires.â His hand lifts to my cheek, cold but inviting, and I close my eyes.
In a moment, he is gone. I stand under the twinkling starry night sky wondering if it had all been a dream. I touch the cheek that felt his hand and smile. âHey, Vee stands for vampires!â I yell into the dark, and I swear I hear chuckling. I open the entrance door and click clack up the stairs to my apartment, wondering what Larissa would make of all this.
Vee is For Vampires - Chapter 4: I am scared to death to fall in love.
Author: @sinnysioux
AO3: SinnySioux
Vamp!Ville x f!reader
Warnings: Definite smut. 18+
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My body awakens at seven in the morning. I open my eyes to the audacity of the bright sunlight and realise I forgot to draw my curtains. As soon as my mind wanders to last night I smile brightly, bury my face in my duvet and giggle like a teenager. I look down to see Villeâs black V neck shirt on me and reach down to smell the fabric. It smells like his signature woody scent⊠and berries? I feel warm and comforted and for a moment consider never taking it off.
I think about the way he kissed and healed my palm, the way he stroked my hair as I sobbed into his chest, and his velvety accent. I try to remember the phrase he used but my mind is foggy. Rakatang? Rakusan? I type it into Google Translate to no avail. Damn Finnish boyfriend.
I pause.
Boyfriend? Do I really have a vampire boyfriend? Who heals my wounds with the blood on his tongue? Whose singing and guitar-playing speak directly to my vagina? I shiver and think about him trying to unbutton my jeans with his teeth. I take these thoughts to the shower and run my hands all over my body, wishing they were his. I was incredibly strong to resist him last night, but if he touches me tonight I am DONE.
I towel try my hair and begin my skincare routine when my phone begins to ring. Fuck, itâs work. I swallow hard, bring the phone to my ear and answer. âVicky, hiâŠâ
My boss, Vicky, begins her tirade of questions: âWhere were you? What happened? Why didnât you call?â. I resist the temptation to tell her to shove her shitty office job and make up a lie about a car collision, concussion and hospitalisation. I tell her I feel shaky on my feet and have a bit of double vision. Itâs Tuesday and we agree that I should remain off work for the rest of the week, with the view to return on Monday. I end the call and my beaming smile returns.
I wonder where he will take me on our date. I wonder if he will sing to me again. I wonder if he will make me scream⊠with pleasure, this time.
I decide to spend the day shopping. I want to look irresistible; and I want to make him sweat. I decide on a manicure and pedicure. I sit with my feet in the warm foot spa, feeling relaxed and calm. A woman a couple of seats over is having a loud animated conversation in another language on her phone. I roll my eyes.
âRakastan sinua, heippa!â I freeze. I look over and see the woman is getting a pedi too.
âExcuse me⊠were you speaking Finnish?â I ask shakily.
âYes! Do you know Finnish?â she asks, excited.
âNo but⊠I heard you say, um, rakastan? If thatâs right? Can you tell me what it means?â I hold my breath.
âOh, yeah! It means âI love youâ!â My eyes widen
ââŠw-what?â My facial expression concerns her.
âAre you okay? Do you need some water?â I feel bad for worrying her.
âItâs okay, itâs uh, itâs just⊠my Finnish boyfriend said this to me last night.â I blush and feel my face warm with the heat.
âAww, he loves you! Thatâs sweet!â My pedicurist returns with multiple shades for me to pick from and I am grateful for the distraction as I process what I have just learned. I type âI love youâ into Google Translate and the Finnish translation comes up as âMinĂ€ rakastan sinuaâ. Iâm certain these were his words last night. Oh my god. I canât help but type âI love you tooâ into the translator, as my pedicurist paints my toenails the dark red gel colour I selected.
I walk around the shopping centre in a daze, thinking about what to wear. I see a simple bodycon dress in deep red in the Zara window. I go inside, purchase it and leave within a grand total of six minutes. I check my phone and see that I still have a few hours so I hop on the tube and swing by Agent Provocateur. Iâm a little out of my element, having not had sex for over a year. I am immensely grateful to the saleswoman who asks me if I need help.
âUm⊠I need a black lace set that will make my gothic boyfriend worship the ground I walk onâ, she laughs and directs me towards three different lines. I end up purchasing a black lace demi cup bra, with extra straps above the cups, giving the set a bit of a harness feel. I also choose the matching french knickers. If he wants to treat me like a goddess, I want to make sure Iâm dressed like one.
âŠ
Back at home, I hook my phone up to my Bluetooth speaker and play a little music as I put on my makeup. A dark red lip, obviously, and a subtle winged eyeliner. I style my hair into loose waves. Iâm dressed and ready, and I like what I see in the mirror. I have a good feeling about tonight, and I sing and dance around my apartment to Miss Murder by AFI. My tight dress and stiletto heels make me feel like my own Miss Murder, and I giggle to myself. There is a knock at my door and I quickly turn the music off.
Bracing myself, I open the door. Villeâs mouth is agape as he takes me in. I bite my lip as I scan his body, his outfit, his HAIR. True to his word, Ville has left his hats at home, and treated me to his beautiful brown curls which fall to his neck. Heâs wearing his converse, of course, skinny jeans and a crisp black satin shirt. Half of the buttons are undone, teasing part of one of his portrait tattoos. His long shirt sleeves are rolled up to the forearm, teasing his thorn tattoo sleeve. I try to ignore the arousal I feel between my legs as I watch his gaze rise from my heels, to my hips, to my chest, to my eyes. We both hesitate for a moment.
âYou look absolutely breathtakingâ, Ville breathes, as I blush.
âYou look⊠good enough to eatâ, I wink. His laughter cuts the tension and he takes my hand in his large palm as I close the apartment door and step into the cool night.
âWhere are we going?â I ask, trying to hold back my excitement.
âI thought Iâd take you out to dinner, and the rest is a mysteryâ, he smirks.
âHmph!â I complain.
âLetâs see where the night takes us, my love.â My heart stops as he mutters the L word; as we come to a stop beside a BMW with a driver in front. I get into the back of the car with him and we hold hands.
Ville compliments my outfit, removes his hand from mine and places it on my thigh, lovingly. I try to contain my lust, as I think about climbing on top of him in the back of this goddamn BMW.
âI couldâve sent you a photo, but I realise we havenât even exchanged numbersâ I say, regretfully. We remedy this by saving each otherâs numbers in our phones. âNow youâve got to send me a selfie in your coffinâ I laugh.
âI actually have one, you know!â he joins in the laughter, and everything feels lighter. The world seems insignificant when we are together and enjoying each others company. Of course I correctly predict it is a black coffin with a deep red velvet lining. My gothic vampire boyfriend is nothing if not predictable in his tastes.
âAre we okay talking about this⊠in front of.. yâknow?â I gesture towards our driver.
âOh, yes, of course. Elias has worked for my family for years. I could learn to drive, but I much prefer being a passenger princessâ, he grins.
âAnd what a beautiful princess you are!â I laugh.
âNot as beautiful as youâ he says, earnestly, and lifts my hand to kiss it. I melt into him and we snuggle together in the backseat.
âŠ
We stop outside a restaurant. It seems to be fully built with glass. It is entirely transparent and I can see spotlights and Japanese blossom trees as decor. I make a mental note to have a little photoshoot with a blossom tree later. We exit the car and walk inside. We are greeted and taken to a booth in the corner of the restaurant. I takes me a moment to realise we are the only diners here. âWow, this place is so emptyâ I observe.
âI hired it out for the evening; I figured this would make us both more comfortableâ he smiles.
âVille⊠that must have cost a fortuneâ I say, wondering how he can afford such wealth yet remain so humble.
âI was in a semi-successful band, remember? Please donât worry about money.â He reassures me. We order some Japanese sushi and gyozas for starters. I order a glass of white wine to settle my nerves; Ville orders a beer. We get to know each other more in-depth.
Ville tells me he was in a band called HIM, short for His Infernal Majesty, and that the majority of his songs are about romance and heartbreak. I put a note of his band in my phone and make a mental note to check them out on Spotify tomorrow. He places his large hands palms facing up on the table and I follow his silent command, placing my smaller hands in his. He traces little circles on my skin with his thumbs, and I begin to feel relaxed and open. We talk about relationships and Ville tells me his last girlfriend left him when he became a vampire.
âI donât think she really liked me as much as she liked the idea of dating someone in a band.â My heart aches for him momentarily, but then I remember.
âHer loss is my gainâ, I smile brightly.
âNoâ says Ville âItâs my gain. I am incredibly lucky to be sitting here with you.â I blush furiously when he asks about my previous relationships.
âIâve dated a few guys, nothing serious. I think a couple of them were more into themselves than into me. Itâs difficult to date in your thirtiesâ I say, embarrassed.
âI donât understand why a man fortunate enough to be in your presence wouldnât worship the ground you walk upon.â He says, seriously.
âI donât know, I guess Iâve never really found my type. Itâs not like any of them knew how to make a woman orgasm.â Oh god, why did I say that? I look down and pray for the ground to swallow me whole.
Ville squeezes my hands, âIf youâll let me, I will not rest until you have the mind blowing orgasm you deserve.â I look up and am completely consumed in his shiny, green eyes. I press my thighs together under the table instinctively, afraid of getting aroused too quickly.
Our food arrives and I notice Ville picks at his plate but doesnât really eat. âIs it okay?â I ask.
âItâs fineâ says Ville âI fed before I came, just in case, and food is⊠itâs alright, but it doesnât really satisfy me the way blood doesâ he says.
âI guess that makes senseâ I say diplomatically.
âBesidesâŠâ whispers Ville, âIâve been hungry for something else since my shirt was cruelly stolenâ. I both laugh and blush, unsure of what to say, but certain of one thing: if he initiates sex, I will be completely unable to refuse.
âWas Vampire Heart about your ex?â I ask inquisitively.
âIn part, yesâ he sighs âbut a lot of people shunned me when it happened. I lost a lot of people I love through stupid, reckless decisions. I turned my whole band into vampires, against their will. I was lucky they did not kill me, to be honest, although theyâve promised they will if I step foot in Finland againâ. A moment of silence passes as he feels sorry for himself.
âOh, VilleâŠâ remembering his promise to take me to Finland, I am disappointed for both of us.
As if he can read my mind, Ville responds âI will still take you to Finland, though. Itâs a beautiful country and, to be frank, I miss my parents.â How sweet.
âUm, Ville⊠before we continue, I need to ask you somethingâ he nods cautiously. âCan you read my mind?â
He suppresses an obnoxious laugh and instead giggles silently. âNo⊠I canât read your mind. I can, however, read emotions and intentions. For example, I think both of us are having a hard time repressing a great deal of lustâ he grins. The blood rushes to my cheeks instantly and I flush; I am sure the embarrassment is all over my face. âIâm sorry, perhaps I should have phrased things more tactfully.â He says, regretfully.
âNo, itâs okayâ I sigh âIf I canât hide my feelings in front of you, then Iâm not going to waste my energy trying toâ I smile.
A waitress comes to take our mains order but Ville is not hungry, so I order a green tea instead. âAre you sure you donât want to eat?â He asks, worried.
âIâve eatenâ, I reassure him âAlso, Iâm sure you and your intuition know that Iâm hungry for something elseâ, I lower my eyes and blush.
âYou temptressâ grins Ville. Underneath the table, I run my ankle up the inside of his thigh.
His hand grips my ankle as his emerald eyes stare straight into my soul. âBehave, baby, unless you want me to fuck you right here on this table.â I do as Iâm told, the dam between my legs threatening to break. He pays the bill and takes my hand, leading me back to the car.
Ville whispers something to Elias and then leans back, his arm around my waist. He thumbs my chin with his free hand and tilts my face to his to deliver a sweet kiss. I run my tongue across his lip, requesting permission for access. He obliges and we kiss passionately; my starving tongue desperate for his. I place a hand on his knee and gently travel upward, stroking, massaging. I get to the top of his thigh when his strong hand grabs mine and he sighs.
âPatience, darling. Not here.â I pout and sit back in my seat, arms folded, aware that I am being dramatic. He laughs, âWeâre going to have to do something about that attitude⊠and I know just the thingâ he winks.
âYouâre so meeaanâ I whine.
âNo, I just want it to be perfect. I promise you it will be.â He strokes my cheek and I close my eyes and sigh, making yet another mental note, this time to stop throwing myself at him.
The car pulls up and we get out at the Thames embankment. âI thought we could go for a romantic stroll, as long as you promise not to push me in for telling you to behaveâŠâ I laugh out loud.
âWell, I canât make any promisesâ, I chide, trying my best to look innocent. We walk along the river and talk about Finland and Villeâs family. I learn that he has a brother called Jesse whoâs really into film making, and has directed a couple of HIM videos.
âWhat do your parents do?â I ask curiously.
âOh god!â says Ville, hiding his face with his hands.
âWhat??â I implore.
Ville looks up. âMy mum is into dressmaking, more as a hobby than a business, and my dad⊠uh, he owns a sex shop in Helsinki.â
I blink. âIâm sorry, what?â Ville laughs nervously.
âYeah, I worked there as a teenager, Iâve seen a lot of really bad pornosâ. I am not sure what to say. âItâs a good thing⊠I think⊠it made me realise that I dislike porn, mostly. Iâm not into any weird fetishes. I think sex should be sacred, passionate, gentle, personal⊠I mean, Iâm not opposed to using a cock ringâ he laughs âbut porn takes the magic out of it, if that makes senseâ. This man is a literal treasure.
âIt does make senseâ I agree âSo much of porn is just⊠misogynistic and violent. It takes the love out of making love, I guessâŠâ
âExactlyâ he smiles. We hold hands until we get to a darker part of the embankment. âTrust meâ says Ville, and we walk up a small hill. The trek is treacherous in my stilettos but Ville has a tight grip on my waist. We reach a little clearing with a beautiful view of the Thames.
Ville sits on the ground; I hesitate. âSit on my lap, to save sullying your beautiful dressâ. I blush for the millionth time tonight and do as he says, my back against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and we watch the boats go by, illuminating the water.
âI like it hereâ Ville says, âItâs dark enough so if you look up, you can see the starsâ. I look up and sure enough the night sky is sparking with stars. I feel at peace.
âVille⊠I think this is the most perfect and romantic first date Iâve ever had⊠thank youâ. He smiles proudly.
âNo, thank you for giving me a chance. You are more of a wonder than all of the stars in the sky.â I twist and he nuzzles his face into my chest. I run my fingers through his hair as we hold each other and embrace the night.
âŠ
As we walk back to the car, Ville slips a vape pen from his pocket and inhales deeply. âAh, that explains the berries!â I smile.
âWhat?â asks Ville.
âYouâve moved on to vaping?â I question.
âYeah, someone smart told me that cigarettes would kill meâ he winks.
âWell, that was before I knew you were undead!â I roll my eyes.
Back in the car, Ville wraps his arms around me to warm me; my skin chilly from walking around without a jacket. Elias stops the car outside Villeâs home. Ville gets out, walks round the back of the car, and opens my door, extending his hand. I let him lead me inside, just like last timeâŠ
Once inside, I let go of him and drape myself on the chaise longue, giggling. Ville looks at me curiously. âI just wanted to see if I matched the decor!â I laugh, swinging my legs to a seated position.
Ville takes my hand to help me up and presses his forehead to mine. âLetâs see if you match my bedsheetsâ he smiles wickedly, with a hint of hunger in his eyes. I know that my pretty underwear is already soaking.
He leads me up the stairs to his ornate red and black room. My heart begins to beat rapidly and Iâm sure he can hear it. âI have no expectationsâ, says Ville âI just want to spend time with you. There is no pressure to do or to say anything, okay?â He senses my fear. The vampire rockstar has probably slept with so many beautiful women that I would pale in comparison.
My alcohol-fuelled confidence has all but worn off. âVille⊠do you think you could maybe⊠play me a song?â I ask pathetically.
âI was hoping you would ask.â A wide grin spreads across Villeâs face. âI have the perfect one.â I kick off my heels and get myself comfortable on his bed, my back against the headboard, my ass on his pillow. Ville grabs his guitar and sits on the end of the bed, facing me. He pulls off his converse and crosses his legs, tuning his guitar whilst I sit patiently, my legs to one side. He looks into my eyes, demands my attention, and sings directly into my soul:
In the biblical sense and sensibility
Let me know you
I'll kiss that smile off your face
Just say when
I'm not afraid to say "I love you"
Any more than I used to be baby, I am scared to death
To fall in love (with you)
All these pick-up lines from hell
Icebreakers infernal
From a heart so black and blue
Only for you
Just say when again
I'm not afraid to say, "I love you"
Any more than I used to be, babe
I am scared to death
I am scared to death to fall in love with you
With you
I'm not afraid to say, "I love you."
Anymore than I used to be, babe
I am scared to death
I am scared to death to fall in love
I'm not afraid to admit I adore you
Any more than I was before baby, I am scared to death
To fall in love with you
With you
With you
I'm scared to death
I'm scared to death
I'm scared to death
And you're sweet like poison
Tears well in my eyes as he sings his love song, unwavering, only for me. In a swift motion I kneel in front of Ville on the bed, and take his face in both of my palms. Shakily I say âMinĂ€kin rakastan sinuaâ.
His eyes widen, shocked, amazed âYouâŠâ he trails off.
I smile as the tears make their way down my face. âI love you too, baby. Always.â He shoves his guitar off the bed and kneels to meet me, kissing me deeply, lapping at my tongue with his.
He moves his fingers quickly, unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it over his shoulders. I let my hands glide over his smooth chest, enjoying the feel of his cool skin. Ville moves his large hands to my back, running them up and down until he finds the zip and pulls. He leans forward, forcing me down into his sheets; before I know it, his body is atop mine. His cool hands glide up my legs, seductively squeezing until he reaches the top of my thighs under my dress.
With both thumbs, he circles my clitoris through my lace panties. I cry out, releasing the pent up frustration. Ville moans âSo wet, baby. So ready for me.â I sigh. âLet me taste youâ he purrs, and moves his head between my legs. His tongue tasting my love through the gaps in the lace. I cry out again, arching my back at the way he tortures me. I move to rip my panties down my legs but he grabs both of my wrists and pins them either side of my head.
âOh no, baby, I plan on taking my time.â He continues to torture and tease. With a solitary finger he moves my panties aside and dives between my lips with his tongue. I throw my head back and moan as he feasts on the nectar between my thighs; I grasp his hair between my fingers and pull as my muscles tense. His tongue moves to flick up and down over my clit as he penetrates me with a finger. I begin to writhe underneath him. He adds a second finger and I start to lose it.
âDonât stop!â I pant as I rock backwards and forward desperately fucking his fingers. I whimper as he stops abruptly and moves his fingers to my mouth; I suck them hungrily as he closes his eyes and moans. I push him forward to sit up, and lift my dress up and over my head.
Ville stares at my body in my new lingerie set âVitun kaunis!â he says with smouldering eyes. I donât know what it means, but I know he approves. I reach out to run my fingers down his chest, until I reach his belt buckle. I undo it furiously, deliberately slipping my fingers between his boxers and skin. He bites his lower lip, holding back, allowing me control. He slips off the bed to pull his jeans off. He stands before me in his boxers, his arousal desperately trying to escape from its confines. I climb off the bed and kneel in front of him, using my fingertips to roll his waist band down until the beast is free. I gasp at the sheer size of him and imagine the sweet pain it will likely bring me. I swirl around his perfectly pink head with my tongue, sucking him gently. As he moans I look up, taking in the picture of his face when he is pleasured. I use my hand to pull and push, slowly to start off with and then faster. His fingers make their way into my hair, desperately pushing, forcing his cock further down my throat. I oblige to his noisy request, deepthroating his cock as far as it will go. My gag reflex activates and my eyes begin to water as I service him.
âStop!â He gasps, and I heed his request, breathing the air back into my lungs. âI donât want to cum too early, babe, not without being inside you.â I feel faint; this man is going to kill me. He guides me back to the bed and climbs on top of me, gliding his smooth, warm cock from my clit to my vaginal entry, teasing, but not going in. By this point, my breasts have made their way out of their demi cups. Ville hungrily circles a nipple with his tongue, sucking and biting me gently. I moan loudly and arch my back as he pleasures me completely, moving to the other nipple. He presses his body to mine and I dig my nails into his back, enjoying the foreplay, but ready for the main event. I push at him to roll over, and straddle his waist. I remove my bra and position the head of his dick at my entry way. I slide down his thick pole gradually, moaning as his large cock presses against my walls, stretches me, and forces its way into me.
Once he is in, I lean forward and rest my palms either side of Villeâs head; his eyes are at chest level. âVittu minua, babyâ he whispers hoarsely.
âWhat?â I whisper.
âFUCK me!â he moans and strikes my ass aggressively with his palm. I shiver with pleasure and oblige, grinding into him deeply.
I moan loudly as I move up and down him; his teeth pinch at the skin of my neck, leaving sweet strawberry marks. I whimper as he claims me, brands me; I am his. He continues thrusting from below as my walls begin to tighten rhythmically. I succumb noisily to my explosive orgasm; as he follows suit, emptying himself inside me.
I collapse on top of him, panting, trying to catch my breath. He buries his face in my neck and wraps his strong arms around my weakened frame. âThat was fucking amazing, baby.â
Vee is For Vampires - Chapter 5: Go to sleep, Nosferatu.
Author: @sinnysioux
AO3: SinnySioux
Vamp!Ville x f!reader
Warnings: Definite smut. 18+
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We lie entangled, our normal breathing patterns return. I wake after around an hour of slumber. His strong arms still wrapped around me.
âVilleâŠâ I say slowly, letting the Ls roll off my tongue, âI have never felt this way before, about anyone.â
âI feel the same, my darling.â he says âAfter years of wandering and being lost, I finally feel like Iâm home, in your arms.â My heart warms.
ââŠI thought you were going to say âhome, inside youâ then!â I laugh.
âInside you feels like a holiday homeâ, he winks. I throw my head back and laugh. He is such a dork, but he is a beautiful gothic dork and he is mine.
âSo you learned to speak Finnish overnight?â He grins, âColour me impressedâ.
I tell him the story of the lady sat next to me at the pedicurist. âI told her my Finnish boyfriend had said the same thingâ I smile.
âBoyfriend?â asks Ville.
âOh⊠um⊠I donât kn-â he cuts me off mid-stutter.
âI would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend; hell, Iâd even settle for sex slave after last nightâ, he smirks.
âAfter which part, baby?â I purr against his neck.
âThe Finnish, the swallowing of my cock, climbing on top and fucking me⊠all of it.â I shiver with arousal.
âWell, I only climbed on top because your teasing was driving me crazy and I needed you.â I reason, âIt would be nice to be dominated, though.â
He grabs my wrists and pins them either side of my head, âWould it, now?â He starts to tongue my neck and I moan contentedly. Ville climbs on top of me and our bodies start to move together. Suddenly he stops and draws back, looking down.
âWhatâs the matter, babe?â I ask, confused. He looks up and his mouth is agape. I see his fangs sharp and white. I gasp.
âItâs okay, my love, it happens sometimes when we get aroused.â Ville explains, âIâm not that hungry, I can control it. You are safe with me, that much I can promise.â He swears.
âOkayâ I say, trying to feel reassured, however the mood is lost. âIâm⊠really sore anywayâ I blush, embarrassed.
âSomething to remember me byâ, he smiles and rolls over on to his back, breathing in and out.
âWait.â I prop my head up using an elbow, âYou can breathe? I thought vampires didnât breathe?â I ask curiously. Ville rolls his eyes.
âThere are a lot of misconceptions about usâ. He sits up, âWe donât explode into bats, we canât fly, we can eat garlic bread.â he sighs âMost of the time I donât even feed from people directly, I just have Elias pick up blood donations from hospitals.â
The more I think I know him, the more I realise I donât. We sit in silence for a moment.
âWhat are you thinking?â he asks, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, sweetly. I sigh.
âI guess I just feel like I donât know you as well as I wish I did.â I canât shake the disappointment, and I know he can feel it. âYou know what? Iâll start by listening to your albums while you sleepâ, I smile.
âOkayâ he kisses my neck softly âAnything you want to know, you only have to askâ. His presence is so reassuring, but he yawns and I notice the sun is almost up.
âDo you need to sleep?â I ask.
âYes⊠I almost certainly should. I guess I should retire to my coffin, seeing as a devastatingly beautiful woman has stolen my bedâ he grins.
âThere is no way you actually have a coffinâŠâ I challenge.
He giggles, âYouâll see.â He kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room. I lie back under the sheets and smile to myself. If someone had told me a week ago that I would be in an intense sexual relationship with a Finnish vampire, Iâd have laughed in their face. I wiggle my legs, enjoying the feel of his silken sheets on my naked skin, when I hear my phone ping. I begrudgingly get out of bed to see who is messaging me at 5am.
âVILLEâ pops up on my phone and I swipe to open the message. A picture pops up. Itâs Ville. In his coffin. And to make the picture even more gothic, heâs edited it black and white.
I open his bedroom door and yell, âGo to sleep, Nosferatu!â and I swear I hear him giggling. I get back into his bed, pull the sheets up to my stomach. I precariously place my long locks of hair over my breasts to preserve my modesty, and take a steaming hot selfie. I send it to his phone, to remind him how lucky he is. Ville responds in emoji: âđđâ.
I giggle like a school girl with a crush, and reply: âYou idiot, I love you đâ
He replies: âI love you more baby đ€â and I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
âŠ
I wake up to sunlight peaking around Villeâs curtains. I check my phone and see it is nearly midday. I know Ville wonât be up until this evening and I am determined not to waste the day. I throw on last nightâs clothes, feeling like a whore doing the walk of shame. I gather my things and head down the beautiful ornate staircase⊠and freeze.
Below is a woman cleaning and dusting. She is an older woman with her greying hair tied back, she seems to notice something in the air and looks up. âHelloâ, she smiles, âDonât mind me.â Her voice has an accent similar to Villeâs: Finnish for sure. âIâm Maria, but call me Mariâ, she says, rolling her Rs. âAnd you are?â
I try to find my voice, and my legs. âOhâŠâ I say, descending to the bottom of the stairs, âIâm⊠Iâm Villeâs girlfriend.â I blush.
âHello, Villeâs girlfriend!â she laughs. âWe wondered when weâd meet you.â My mouth falls open; how does she know about me? Mari is able to gauge the expression on my face and answers, âVille is much brighter when heâs in love. It was obvious there was a new woman in his life.â She smiles, gratefully. âHe deserves love, treat him well.â
I canât help but wonder how many other women have treated him poorly. âI willâ, I promise, âI have very strong feelings for him and⊠he makes me happy.â I say, the love beaming from my face.
âI can tellâ, smiles Mari. âThen I hope youâll stick around for a long time.â She squeezes my hand, and then excuses herself to continue cleaning.
I leave the house and step into the bright sunlight. It seems like a while since Iâve seen the sun, and I immediately regret my life choices having forgotten to bring sunglasses with me. I must remember to pick some up from home. I plan on walking to my car and driving home when I realise my car isnât here. Ville had Elias pick me up last night. Fuck. How am I going to get home? Just out front I spot the BMW from last night. I approach it cautiously, hoping Elias is inside, and breathe a sigh of relief when I realise he is.
I tap the window and he rolls it down. âUm⊠hi⊠Iâm really sorry to ask this but⊠I was wondering if you could drive me home⊠just so I can change and shower?â I ask, guiltily, aware of potential judgement.
âYes, of course.â He gets out of the car and walks around to open my door.
âOh, um, thank you so much.â I say, getting into the vehicle. âDo you need the postcode?â
He waves his hand I dismissal. âNo need, I have it saved from last night. If you need to go anywhere in future, Ville has told me to take you wherever you need to go if he is⊠unavailable.â I process this. So Ville has given me access to his personal chauffeur? Neat.
I feel incredibly awkward on the journey so I try to fill the silence with conversation. I find out that Elias has worked for Villeâs family for twenty years or so, and used to be his parentsâ personal chauffeur back in Finland. I ask him how Finland compares to England; he tells me it is much colder, but the people are nicer. I start daydreaming about going to Finland.
We get to my place and Elias offers to wait outside and drive me back to Villeâs when I done. I politely refuse and advise him I will be a while, and Iâll just drive myself back up when Iâm done. He leaves me his number.
Back in my flat, I feel a little alien. It doesnât feel like home anymore. Home is not a place: home is with Ville. I log onto Spotify and check out Villeâs old band, HIM. There he is, shirtless, wearing the lowest belt buckle possible. I giggle, as one of the few women to see his cock tattoo in all its glory. I have to shake the image of him in front of me with my lips wrapped around hisâŠ
I select the album with my favourite artwork, Razorblade Romance, and play it loudly whilst I shower. Shampoo in my hair, I giggle as Ville sings âIâm ready to take your six six six in my heartâ. I close my eyes and think about how much love is in his eyes when he looks at me, and feel incredibly lucky. I realise weâre not exactly a normal couple, and weâve not really done any ânormal coupleâ activities. I think about Ville, in his gothic best, playing mini golf and burst out laughing.
Time goes quickly, listening to my love on CD. I slip on a black long sleeved crop top and matching pencil skirt. I pair them with some black stiletto Louboutins that an ex once bought me; grabbing a pair of docs to drive in. I pack a bag with toiletries and clothes, assuming Ville would want me to stay for the next few days until I have to return to work. I skip out of my flat and jump in the car. I decide to listen to And Love Said No best of album. âThat probably wouldâve been the best place to startâ I mutter to myself. I listen intently to the lyrics as I try to navigate busy Saturday night London streets.
Kill me
I begged and love said no
Leave me
For dead and let me go
My heart aches for him. I want to ask about his exes, who hurt him, and I want to take away his pain. I have to remind myself that we have been dating a matter of days, but for some reason it feels as though I have known him a lifetime. I canât shake the feeling that we are twin flames, incomplete without one another. I glance at the time on the dashboard: seven pm. Itâs almost dark, I had wanted to get to Ville before he woke up; I curse the city traffic making me late.
I type six six six in at the ornate black steel gates and park up by the fountain outside Villeâs home. I see him sat on a bench outside, a vape pen between his slender fingers. I watch him inhale and blow the vapour out between his plump pink lips. I feel compelled to taste him, and his lips curve up in a smile when he sees me.
I get out of the car and briskly walk to him; he stands and we crash into each other. Our tongues dancing as we kiss passionately, my hands around his neck and his fall to the small of my back. I pull away, breathlessly, taking in oxygen.
Ville grins. âHi baby, have a nice day?â He asks sweetly.
âItâs nicer now Iâm with you.â I smile, my eyes flitting to his vape pen, âTastes like cherryâ I muse.
âMmmâ he says, âI like things that taste sweetâ he glances down at me hungrily.
âIâm sorry, I wanted to be back before you woke upâ I say regretfully.
âDonât be sorry, it gave me time to eat and get changed.â He strokes my cheek absentmindedly with his pale hand. âHow shall we spend our night, darling? I would love to take you upstairs right now, but I quite like the anticipationâ, he smirks, suggestively.
I blush furiously. âDo not tempt me, you wicked man!â I laugh.
âOh, love, I am more beast than man, which is a bit more obvious in bed I feel.â He raises his eyebrows as my arousal makes itself known in the dampening of my panties. Goddamn it! How does he have this effect on my body? And so quickly, at that?
âYou are free to back up your fighting words later tonight, Mister.â I try to look serious. ââŠand I was thinking, Ville, have you ever played mini golf?â
He throws back his head to laugh. âMe? Mini golf? No, but I am an old man so it certainly sounds fitting.â I smile.
âWell then, old man, take me [I pause deliberately] to mini golf.â I pout my lips, stifling a laugh.
âAs you wish, evil temptress.â Ville winks, leading me into Eliasâ BMW and back into the city.
Streetlights dance as I ride in the car with Ville. âYou look delicious, by the way.â He says as his eyes rake over my body, lustfully.
âGood thing you already ate.â I catch his gaze and we laugh together. He cuddles me in the back of the car and we make out sweetly. He caresses my cheek and wraps strands of my hair around his rough fingers.
âI donât know what Iâve done to deserve you, darling. I am so in love with you.â He whispers, his confession barely audible. I nuzzle into his neck to hide my watery eyes, and he cradles me tightly.
Once Elias drops us off in the city, Ville and I go to play mini golf. The golfing club looks like a child toy in his large hands, and I spend a significant portion of our time giggling at him. He watches me get a hole in one and I celebrate. He smirks.
âWhat??â I ask, sheepishly.
âI could get used to mini golf. I canât think of a better view.â It takes me a while to realise he is staring at my ass in my tight skirt.
âOh Ville, you pervert.â I roll my eyes, nonchalantly.
âIf youâre going to label me as such, then I shall live up to the nameâ he grins. He walks up to take his shot and squeezes my ass in his large hand on the way past. I playfully swat him away, but I love his touch and he knows it.
Ville is terrible at mini golf and uses his foot to edge the golf ball in when he thinks Iâm not looking. I tease his terrible sportsmanship, but really I think he is deliberately letting me win. When we are all golfed out, we walk hand-in-hand in the cool night until we find a bar. I get a strong sense of deja vu before realising it is the same bar from the night I met Ville, dimly lit and cosy. Ville picks a booth at the back and I sit next to him. We hold hands and kiss for at least ten minutes until I realise we havenât even ordered a drink. I turn the pages of the little cocktail menu whilst Villeâs large hand squeezes my thigh. I try to ignore the arousal long enough to select a drink. I opt for some sort of pink cherry gin cocktail which comes garnished with mint and glacier cherries. I seductively pull a cherry out of the glass by the stem and eat it slowly. Ville knows exactly what I am doing, and squeezes my thigh harder. He leans in and growls âI would love to eat one of those from your perfect lipsâ⊠I shiver.
âGo on, then.â I dare and pop the other cherry between my teeth.
Ville laughs, âNot those lipsâ and I feel my panties moisten. We are several cocktails in, and Ville excuses himself to go to the bathroom after a heavy make out session. I sigh, the alcohol and love and serotonin making me feel on top of the world.
Very suddenly, Larissa is in front of me. âHi, Little Miss Ignore-My-Calls! Whoâs the guy youâre with?â I feel ambushed and my cheeks start feeling warm. Her stare is intense and her presence is not welcome.
âOh, hi Larissa, sorry Iâve been busy. Um, his name is Ville.â I see a man standing at the bar watching us, and assume he is Larissaâs date. He looks positively ordinary and dull, and I pity her.
âVille?â laughs Larissa âWhat kind of name is that? Wait, hang on, is this VEE?â I silently beg for Ville to spend longer in the bathroom whilst I shake her off.
âWell, yeah, we-â As usual, she rudely cuts me off.
âThe guy that followed you home? The guy that beat up the random guys? Are you stupid? Heâs dangerous! What are you even doing?â My eyes dart around in panic and rest on Ville, coming out of the restroom.
âLarissa, I know what Iâm doing. Please-â. Ville catches my eye and senses my discomfort. In a minute he is beside me with a hand on my waist.
âHelloâŠâ he says to Larissa; she ignores him and looks towards me.
âHeâs weird. I know youâre lonely but you need to be careful who you-â My anger boils over at her disrespect of Ville.
âLarissa, respectfully, go fuck yourself!â I say defiantly as her mouth falls open. âYou have never cared about me or who I am as a person. You have only used me as something to kill time inbetween multiple dates with multiple guys. What makes you think YOU can lecture ME about dating the right man?â My voice starts to waiver and my pitch increases. I feel myself shaking.
âWhat the fuck? I have only ever been a good friend to you, but hey if you wanna end up murdered, donât come crying to me!â I start to become visibly upset as I sense my eyes welling with tears.
âFUCK YOU, Larissa, I am more than done! God forbid I ever do something that makes ME happy!â I get up and hurry out of the bar. Ville gets up to follow.
âDonât fucking hurt her!â warns Larissa, pointing her finger aggressively towards Villeâs chest.
Ville responds calmly. âI think youâve hurt her enough. You neednât worry about her or our relationship.â Ville looks over to her date at the bar and smirks; he leans in and whispers, âJust so you know, he popped a pill in your cocktail.â
Ville joins me outside. I am a drunken mess and a mix of sadness and embarrassment. I am incoherent and inconsolable. Before I know it, Ville and I are back in Eliasâ car and heading back to his home. I bury in my face in Villeâs blazer jacket, âIâm so s-sorry!â I sob.
âYou have nothing to be sorry for, my love.â He runs his palm up and down my back, soothing me.
âIâve ruined our night.â I hiccup and cry. He strokes my hair and eventually I calm down and my breathing returns to normal. When we return, Ville opens the door and leads me up the stairs to his bedroom. I pop off my heels and sit on his bed, hugging my knees, feeling unworthy of the beautiful man I am dating. He stands next to the bed and lifts my chin with his finger to kiss me. I pull away.
âWhy do you even want to be with me? Iâm a mess.â The sorrow is evident in his beautiful sea green eyes.
âI wish to all the nonexistent gods that you could see what I see. You are the most beautiful woman in this life and the next. I, wait, sometimes itâs better to explain by songâŠâ He takes his blazer off, kicks off his converse and grabs his acoustic guitar. He sits in front of me on his bed, cross legged, and begins to strum. He does not break eye contact as he sings sweetly to meâŠ
Let me wake up in your arms
Hear you say it's not alright
Let me be so dead and gone
So far away from life
Close my eyes
Hold me tight
And bury me deep inside your heart
All I ever wanted was you, my love
You're all I ever wanted is you, my love
You're all I ever wanted, just you
Let me never see the sun
And never see you smile
Let us be so dead and so gone
So far away from life
Just close my eyes
Hold me tight
And bury me deep inside your heart
All I ever wanted was you, my love
You're all I ever wanted is you, my love
You're all I ever wanted, you, oh my love
You're all I ever wanted, you, my love
That's the way it's always been
My heart stops beating only for you Baby
Only for your loving
All I ever wanted was you, my love
You're all I ever wanted is you, my love
You're all I ever wanted, you, my love
You're all I ever wanted, you, my love
âShhâ, he soothes, placing his guitar on the floor and sitting next to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles into my neck as I sob uncontrollably yet again.
âVilleâŠ.â I say, my throat tight, the tears starting again âI-â.
After a moment I regain the ability to speak. âVille, I love you so much. I donât know who I was before I met you, but I know that I canât live without you. Please donât let me go.â His arms tighten around me and he sighs.
âI canât believe you are mine.â He wipes the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. âLet me hold you while you sleep.â He smiles encouragingly. We both undress to our underwear and collapse in bed. He wraps his arms around the front of me and places light kisses in the crook of my neck; we fit together perfectly.
Remembering that the man behind me is a fucking Adonis, I begin to rock my hips back and forth, grinding in to him softly. âBaby⊠youâre drunk.â he protests.
âSo?â I ask, reaching behind me to stroke his cock through his boxers.
âFuck!â he gasps. âI want you, I always want you, but I canât take advantage of you like this.â
I pout and snap my hand back. âYou wouldnât have said no if I had cherries in me.â I whine pathetically, folding my arms in front of me.
Ville laughs. âI promise you the first thing I will do tomorrow is have you screaming my name... after I send Elias off to purchase cherries.â
My body reacts, his words fuelling the fire. âMmm, youâre so meeaannâŠâ I moan, as I drift out of consciousness.