a broken sense of mortality ﹔﹔

𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑚.

( 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 ˊ𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡 / 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡-𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔ˊ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘. 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤٫ 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛ˊ𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢ˊ𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛! 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 ˊ𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒ˊ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑. )

𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠:

[ disappointment ] : while both sender and reciever are out, reciever acts out as a means to try to get their dom to purposely punish them in a way they want — but when they get home, sender doesn't have sex with them. they instead are given a different punishment

[ testing the waters ] : both the sender and the reciever are in a new brat / brat - taming relationship. thus, because the brat-tamer doesn't seem to have everything down yet, reciever pushes them under the assumption they won't know what to do to stop them from bratting... only to be proven wrong

[ evening ] : after being told that the sender misbehaved while a family member was over and they were away, reciever returns to the house not happy. thus, they tell them sender to get on their knees for them to 'teach them a lesson'

[ rough ] : after being assigned a session of CNC (consensual non-consent) sex as a 'punishment,' though it was still negotiated upon, sender finds themselves being driven to orgasm over and over by reciever

[ early ] : while in the middle of sex and also being told not to come as a part of their punishment until told to, reciever found themselves unable to hold their orgasm back — and they came before getting the green light for it

[ tired ] : once sender was back from work, they hear noises coming from receivers bedroom and go into it, only to discover reciever masturbating. but when the brat-tamer (sender) tries to intercede and asks if they could join them, the reciever responds to them sassily saying 'did i ask for you to? i only want you to watch, and see who's really in charge'

[ egging on ] : while the sender was put onto a spanking bench and actively started to be spanked, they continued to be a brat. they told their brat-tamer, the reciever, 'have you started yet?' and the sender was smacked on the ass even harder as a result

[ impatient ] : the brat of the relationship, sender, has had trouble with waiting until the brat-tamer gets home to finally satisfy their urges — and so the brat-tamer has punished them. this is by making them wear a chastity device until they get home to finally relieve them

[ pet ] : reciever has been commanded to crawl to sender, which they find humiliating. and thus, they snap back at the sender by telling them 'you first' even though pet play is normally a part of their routine

[ pent up ] : the reciever has noticed that sender has been acting up in a way that is unlike their 'bratty' persona that day. and thus, they ask sender what is going on with them. they then reveal that they're embarrassed by how much they want the reciever, but they only tell sender to spread their legs obediently for them and they'll help them with their 'problem'

[ club ] : in the middle of a BDSM club and after being negotiated extensively between the two parties, the reciever is set up in the middle of it to do a play demonstration with their dom (the sender). they find themselves being watched by patrons as they're tied up and punished for being bad, which really turns them on

[ reward ] : though it's talked about as a punishment by reciever, it's really a reward with how sender is being rewarded with being treated as roughly as possible by reciever — their neck in a collar being pulled on by the dom with a leash, and CNC play included

𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 (𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡):

❝ you're going to have to try harder than that. ❞

❝ see, i would, but i don't want to. ❞

❝ you think i'll just do what you say? ❞

❝ i'd like to see you try. ❞

❝ such a good little dom/domme. ❞

❝ you don't scare me. ❞

❝ you wouldn't punish such a sweet little angel. ❞

❝ it's not like you're going to do anything about it. ❞

❝ i think you've forgotten who you're talking to. ❞

❝ did i stutter? ❞

❝ i don't feel like doing that. ❞

❝ make. me. ❞

❝ you are just asking me to break that rule now. ❞

❝ i don't think you're brave enough to do that. ❞

❝ i mean, it's not bratting if its the truth. ❞

𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 (𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡-𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟):

❝ keep it up and see what happens. ❞

❝ don't you want to please me? ❞

❝ you want to repeat that? ❞

❝ you want to be my good girl / boy / partner, don't you? ❞

❝ that's right, (insert pet name here), you're being so good for me. ❞

❝ who do you think you're talking to like that? ❞

❝ i'm going to make you regret that later. ❞

❝ don't worry, you're going to love this. ❞

❝ go on. don't stop what you're doing now, it just means more (insert punishment of choice). ❞

❝ are you sure you want to keep up that attitude? ❞

❝ bend over. ❞

❝ kneel. ❞

❝ you're dripping wet / rock hard, aren't you? you might as well tell the truth, because i'm going to check anyways. ❞

❝ look at you, acting like such a good (honorific of choice) now that you're all tied up. ❞

"I mark my territory in subtler ways-" Lestat remarked as Louis told him of the protagonist's amorous pursuits, and that was when Lestat gripped Louis' thigh with such force that had he been mortal he would have bruised, and next he'd roll down Louis lounge trousers, satin, of course, and a beautiful shade of emerald green as Lestat chose them for his beautiful companion, and fangs dug into that soft tender flesh of Louis' thigh.

There was nothing more intimate between two vampires than blood sharing. It was more intimate than even sex, it was to bind themselves to each other all over again and in their case the only way for them to hear each other's Minds. A fledglings Mind would for ever be closed to his Maker...but through bloodsharing they could gleam glimpses, and only during it. Lestat drank that winter wine, moaned against the dark flesh he adored so much, Lestat prefered to drink from the thigh, something about the sensuality of it, of making Louis see a monster drink from him from between his legs, and the soft assurance that he could still taste devotion in Louis' Mind. As Louis' blood flowed into him Louis too would gleam glimpses of Lestat's Mind, his immense adoration for him, how handsome he thought Louis was as his thoughts sung praises of Louis in quick succession. Lestat was simply so in love with him and so utterly besotted by his fledgling that all he could think about was how beautiful Louis was all around, in visage and on the inside...for Lestat adored Louis fierce temper...and his tender melancholy.

He could sense Lestat in his mind before he saw them, saw what he felt for him. It was seeing himself as through stained glass. When he was broken from the contact, Louis let out a whimper. Only to let his mouth go slack with him climbing onto his lap. "Yes, I want all of you. I want to taste you. I want to feel you." All he could do was look at him, to do exactly what the wanted him to do. Nodding slightly as he leaned into the other. Smelling of iron, a hint of something musky. When he could taste him on his tongue, he wrapped his makers body. Nails digging into his lower back, the other held the back of his head. Drinking him in, having become one.

Even though I don't have to breathe, I hear my own breath hitching as I watch Louis crawl up the mattress. I cannot take my eyes off him. He looks alarmingly handsome in the muted lamp light. “Louis,” I moan his name while my right hand rests on the top of his head, tracing through his dark tresses. His lips make my skin tingle, and my head falls back. I feel my toes curl and my cock twitches from arousal. My hand stops at the back of his neck as I tilt my head to the side. Deliberately, I expose my neck to him as my grasp tightens. It takes all my strength and self-control not to press his face into my neck.