“There’s like a 50/50 chance your dad would just kill them himself if he knew. Good advice isn’t my thing, kiddo, and I’ve never been great at dealing with shitty people. You could punch them? You hit one hard enough, the rest tend to knock it off. I can teach you, if you need. I’m sure your dad tried, but like… I’m closer to your size.”
“Are you forgetting the whole feline thing? I’m not supposed to draw attention and that would draw attention. Besides, they mostly left me alone until…well, no one at school likes my boyfriend and I’m an easier target.” She smiled weakly, a little hesitant on even mentioning Teddy to anyone in the family. “I just want to not go to public school anymore.”
“Does it look like I care?” Dying wasn’t something Heather was afraid of, she had enough spite to come back as a ghost, and having a best friend like Britt? Yeah she didn’t fear death. “Fine fine. Can we move onto a better topic then?” Heather frowned at her best friend. “Like literally anything. Starla. Tell me Starla is still cute and nice.”
“I care. I’d rather my son not murder my best friend because resurrection is a bitch to do and I think my one aunt would beat me if I literally brought another person back entirely.” She had gotten away with it twice and she doubted a thrid would go over well. “Starla has a boyfriend that she mostly stays with these days. Not entirely thrilled about it because he’s got some issues, but she’s an adult so I can hardly tell her no. Mort’s got kids of his own now too and the psycho had two more. Teddy’s a mess but he’s got his sweeter moments and Dahmer’s a sweet girl. Az and I had another kid in your absence too. Lyri helped.”
“Are you trying to tell me that his type is girls that look like you?” Heather’s hands went to her hips as a dark look passed over her face. “Well I’m immortal too. And now I’m pissed off.” She huffed. “What’s the deal, Britt? I need you to tell me everything. Right now.” Heather had always been willing to kill for her best friend, she wouldn’t even had to think about it at all. Britt came first in her life. She was the only steady part of it.
“Vamps are only semi and you know that,” she countered. She didn’t want to answer her question on his victim type when it still made her skin crawl, her fingers playing over her own stomach, tracing her scars through the fabric of her shirt. She had memorized them. “Doesn’t matter. I fulfilled my end of the bargain and Sera keeps him as controlled as anyone can manage.”
“Oh come on. You used to be.” Heather sighed, letting go of her best friend. “Are you shitting me?” Now the vampire was wishing she had been here to protect her friend. “Did he hurt you? I swear to the council if he even thought about hurting you I’ll… I’ll do whatever you let me do to hurt him.” Heather pursed her lips.
“I’d really rather you not go near him. He’s immortal and you fit his type,” she pointed out. It was the biggest downfall in having a best friend that could almost pass for her sister. “He didn’t…hurt me, but we made a deal.” And she was still having trouble coming to terms with what she had done.
“Yes. Yes I do.” Heather grinned and put the alcohol on the counter before going over to hug her best friend tight, but careful not to hurt her. “How are you? What happened? Sorry i fell off the grid. I had to take care of some things. I kind of made a fledgling. It sucked.”
“I’m not so easily swayed.” She made face but hugged her back, forgetting that Heather didn’t know she wasn’t quite as fragile anymore. “You did what? And I’ve been…I don’t even know. My fucking psychotic son got out of the Underworld, so there’s that?”
“Look, I’m not saying it’s the best plan, but it’s still a valid option, so like, have you considered killing them? Or is that just completely off the table?”
“Does dad know you’re here being a bad influence? I can’t just go and start killing my classmates because they’re assholes.”
“So how much did you miss me?” It probably wasn’t the best way to say hi after dropping off the face of the earth for a while, but it was pretty normal when it came to Heather. The vampire didn’t have a good sense of time, she had said she’d been gone for a few days but it had been months at least. She held up two bottles of liquor. “Does this make up for it?” @ofviolentdeath
“Do you really think I can be bribed with alcohol?” she grumbled, not bothering to even try hiding the slight smirk on her lips. Things had gotten so crazy in Heather’s absence and, honestly, Britt had missed her best friend.
To give them a handjob, slowly building them to the edge, then abruptly stopping and squeezing hard at the base of their cock because who told you you could come yet?
And then, whilst I’m giving them a moment to gather themselves before I continue, to bite down on their flesh.
I live for the way their body jolts in response to the bite and how they suck in air through their teeth.
Me: Trying to get my drafts done and queued like a responsible writer
My Brain: Let’s blare country music AND PLAY THE SIMS!!! 😀 😀 😀
Me: Brain…brain no
My Brain: “WASTIN’ AWAY AGAIN IN MARGARITAVILLE! SEARCHIN’ FOR MY LOST SHAKER SALT! SOME PEOPLE CLAIM THAT THERE’S A WOMAN TO BLAME. BUT I KNOW IT’S NOBODY’S FAULT!”
Me: Can…can we not?
Zayde let out a breathless whimper as his back hit the wall, Devin’s weight pressed against him and the bruising intensity of the kiss quickly breaking down any remaining resistance Zayde had as he tugged at Devin’s clothes, groping with clumsy enthusiasm and a desperation he’d never felt before.
In the heat of the moment, Zayde had completely forgotten that he was still in the middle of a comedown, all his senses distracted from how rotten he’d felt earlier, now replaced with an all-consuming craving for Devin to give him everything he’d been denying himself like his life depended on it completely and he didn’t care if he regretted it later.
When he finally broke the kiss, Devin gently turned Zayde around and pressed against him once more. One hand was resting towards the center of his chest, the other easily undoing his pants. Dev’s lips mapped the other’s neck, heated kisses and soft nips.
His hand ghosted over Zayde’s cock as he rolled his hips, needing just a little friction to keep himself in control for the moment. His fingers wrapped around him gently as he bit down a little more firmly at the other male’s neck, marking him just slightly. He wanted to see if he could make him beg from just teasing.
