It’s probably one of your best works yet, you think. Tied tight on his belly in a hogtie with one arm free, a vibrating prostate plug in his ass, his cock bent back and a vibrating frenum ring strapped tight to it, a mouth stuffed with a ball gag, and heavy duty nipple clamps, Jesse sure posed a very seductive picture.
He’s trembling with want, his eyes tearing and begging you. Drool slips from the gag and to the bed, wetting the fabric under his cheek as he writhes in place. Tied as he is, Jesse can’t move beyond squirming in place, and that’s exactly how you like him.
You caress his balls with two fingers, the silky flesh moving as the sac tightens under your touch. “You just had to be naughty and break my rules again, didn’t you baby?” you sigh, tapping with your nails to watch his balls jump. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself?”
Jesse groans, tries to mumble something through the gag, and though you can’t hear what he’s saying, you know exactly what he meant. Bending doesn’t mean breaking, you can hear him say in that silky twang. You caught him humping a pillow when you expressly told him not to touch himself, almost cumming just as you entered. You don’t like it when he circumvents your rules, you tutted at him as you forced his body into position. And now he’s paying the price for his rebellion.
I can’t remember if I’ve posted this one to this blog, but here it is anyway.
Rein
This big guy can be made vulnerable by kicking him in the balls and beating the cum out of his cock. Or was it the other way around?
Anyway
Flogging that swollen cockhead will get him groaning and grunting in pain with a big ol’ smile on his face. He’ll apologise for whatever he thinks he’s messed up on, but really it’s just something to get you both in the mood. He once apologised for ripping your panties and you stopped and were like
You didn’t rip my panties?
His face turns pale and he coughs. He didn’t rip your panties…that you knew of.
Even if you’re unfazed by his admission, it just gives you more reason to whip his cock until it’s purple and weeping. Reinhardt is begging for you to stop abusing his enflamed manhood, doubling over after you lash the same spot over and over again without mercy. Maybe he’ll even fall to his knees and hunch in to protect his dick.
You order him back up though, and he cringes as he exposes himself once more.
Still, no matter what you do, his cock will still be rock hard and leaking precum like a tiny stream.
Bend him over on all fours then and kick open his legs. Maybe buckle and spreader bar between them so he can’t close them even if he wants to. Then kick him with the top of your feet and feel the pulsating heat of his balls as you turn them a reddish purple from the strikes.
He’ll beg and plead for you to go harder, groaning that he can take whatever you dish out. Reminds you that he ripped your panties. So put on your favourite pair of stilettos or studded boots and go to town, and I guarantee he’ll be sobbing on the ground and thanking you through his tears.
Happily kisses your fees/shoes once you’re done.
McCree
So continuing the thread of thought that this puppy likes getting things inserted into him, Jesse loves sounding.
You’d be surprised at the size of the sounds he can take, though a little expected considering the size and girth of his package.
As you insert it into the slit, he’s already half hard and moaning as the broad tip teases his hole. It goes in smoothly with all the lube, and you take a perverse interest at the way his slit widens as he takes the metal in. His moans are near pornographic as he feels it spread him open in a place that was never meant to receive insertions.
He has to struggle to remain still because moving could prove disastrous, as you remind him, but he can’t stop his twitching as the tip of the sound finally grazes his prostate. If you thought his moans were pornographic before, you’re in for a treat, because he’s gasping and panting and moaning and groaning like never before.
You can lift the sound and let it drop, but make sure you squeeze around the shaft of his cock. He’ll curse and swear and beg you to go faster, to squeeze harder. He can’t tighten around the sound, so you do it for him, and you can feel every movement of the metal inside him.
Oh, you can raise the sound as fast as you want, but you can’t force it down. You can tell him so and watch the tense muscles of his face twitch as he suffers under your hands. His pleasure is at your discretion, you remind him, and he will take what you give him.
You can also move up to a bigger sound, going larger and larger until Jesse has to whimper and plead for you to stop at that size.
“It’s too big, darlin’, it’ll never fit!” he pants as he eyes the one you swivel into his slit teasingly.
By the time you’re done, the slit of his cock is throbbing and weeping and if you’re dedicated to teasing the fuck out of this cowboy, this is what you do.
Touch the bottom of the sound to his prostate, as far as it’ll go, lick the lip of his mushroom head, and tighten your grip around his shaft and jerk him off gently. He’ll tense up and his balls will tighten. He’ll cum like he’s never cum before. Jesse’s cum will push the sound out so quickly that you’ll have to snatch it before it flies out. He’ll cum and cum for so long and scream for your mercy. You have none to give, however, and maybe you can slick your hand up and try to squeeze another orgasm out of him.
Now, you have a blissed-out cowboy on your hands. Have fun!
Hanzo
You know how proud and regal this man is, right? Wanna take him down a peg?
Good. Your best bet would be the humbler, and maybe some cock stepping.
Get him flat on his belly and nudge those thicc thighs open to expose his heavy balls. Gather them in your hand (maybe squeeze a little) and clamp them between the wood pieces of the humbler.
You then clip on his leash and lead him around on all fours for a while and enjoy seeing the dragon lord be unable to even straighten up without feeling pain. Scrape your nails over his tight balls for an extra rush of sensation into his system.
Tickle his cock a little and he’ll wriggle and thrust his hips and grimace in place because the humbler pulls on the delicate skin of his balls. Well isn’t that swell? Spank him a little, spank his balls a little, and especially spank his cock a lot! He’s groaning and complaining and panting but you don’t hear a safeword. Don’t worry, he can take quite a lot of punishment before caving in!
He won’t get off to this though, so take that wonderful humbler off and strap him under a specially made coffee table with a hole for his cock. Thread that dick through and use some pretty rope to bind it in place.
He can’t help but moan quietly as you run your fingers over the taut flesh and ropes.
After that, carefully get on top of the table and step lightly with a stiletto or heeled shoe. The helpless groan that he emits at the pressure can be your encouragement, and slowly you’d put more and more pressure until his face turns red from the mixed signals his body is giving him.
He’s in pain and he’s feeling sharp shocks of pleasure zipping through his cock and he can’t express it other than whimpering in a broken voice and thanking you for stepping on him.
Sometimes if he’s been cooped up for a while, he’ll cum just from you stepping on his red throbbing cock.
You admire Jesse’s tanned skin from where you perch on the bench before him. Red and black rope winds around his muscled form, accentuating his bulging muscles and lean waist until you’re just about drooling from the thought of fucking him like this. Alas, that’s not your game for today.
“How you doing, baby?” you coo at him, taking the loose rope from the makeshift bikini around his pecs to fashion a collar around his thick neck.
He leans into your touch despite the sharp tugging on his hair from the action. "Yeah sweetheart, doin’ alright,“ he breathes out softly, feeling your touch flitting around and on his neck until the cock between his legs starts to throb anew. Jesse’s left to teeter on the tips of his left foot in this position, with his right leg pulled up and out of the way and his hands pulled up tight behind his back.
You smile at his reply and kiss him deeply. Tell him to remember your safe signal. That you’ll be in the room at all times, no matter what happens. Jesse’s excited by your words, you can tell. Excited by the prospect that this is finally happening.
He watches you walk away from him with your hips swaying, watches as you open the locker room door to admit his closest colleagues who agreed to this little show. Oh, he knows you think they’re here for him, but Jesse knows better. Knows that the two commanders and the ninja is really here to watch you fuck him. Knows that their eyes are really on you as you take his cock in hand and start to stroke him just the right way to make his breath shorten and his tongue to hang out.
Yeah, he knows all that. But it doesn’t change the fact that they’re still watching him, still there to watch him being fucked stupid. Still now privy to the depraved sounds and pleas he makes as you begin to kiss him and suck his nipples and then his cock. Still there as you finally slip his cock into you and when he’s forced to try and rock his hips despite being tied so awkwardly.
Oh yes, oh fuck yes, he keeps whispering pleas and praises and blushes so brightly at feeling their eyes when they shift onto him. Then, when you leave him hanging on the edge with his cock saturated in your cum and his body glistening from sweat, he wishes they would take another step further.
Heh. He’s lucky anyway, he thinks while you slip a finger inside his willing ass and suck on his cock at the same time. Where else is he going to find a woman who wants to tie him up and fuck him in front of their colleagues and superiors?
Genji corners you in the corner of the armoury, shoulders set stiffly and his hands harder still when he plants them both on either side of your head. His helmet renders his expression emotionless, but his body language says a whole lot of things that make you grin.
“What’s wrong, Genji?” you ask innocently, batting your lashes at him. Your own body is lax despite his threatening aura, arms loosely folded over your chest and one leg crossed over the other at the ankle.
The ninja just growls and curls his hands into fists, head jerking down to yours. “You know exactly what’s wrong,” he grits out, his body unconsciously leaning closer into yours like a magnet. If you didn’t know him, or didn’t know what was wrong with him, you admit you’d be scared shitless. However, you know all too well exactly what’s making him so grumpy.
Craning your head up, you lick his faceplate teasingly, “Heh, getting into a, uh, tight spot?” Hands sneak up his vibrating body, fingers dancing over his armour and rubbing over his sweetspots so evilly that Genji has to gulp back a whimper of frustration. “This is probably the worst place to corner me, you know? You can’t even get any relief out in the open.”
Genji positively shakes now, pressing his whole body against you in an effort to gain some relief. He stuffs his head into your neck, whimpering, “You’re so cruel.”
Tutting at him, you curl your arms around him and dig your fingers into his bubble butt, “Nah uh, baby. You’re the one who asked for this, remember?”
What’s the worst that can go wrong, he said. What’s a little cock cage going to do, he said. It’s not going to affect his concentration or anything; it’s just his dick and he doesn’t need it when he trains, he said. Ohhh, you told him he would regret saying it, but he didn’t believe you. You bet he does now, though.
You peer over his broad shoulder. The armoury stands empty and you’re in the one blindspot in the entire place. Perfect. You pull him close to your body to make sure he’s completely out of view, then you unlatch his codpiece and tuck it into your belt so you don’t forget it.
Genji yelps softly in shock, his hands dropping to your shoulders out of surprise, but you growl at him to keep his hands on either side of your head. He complies easily, body already attuned to you, his legs spreading out of instinct and leaving his suddenly bare pelvis open for your perusal.
His pretty green and silver cock is tucked into a metal chastity cage that’s only slightly smaller than he is when he’s completely flaccid. Well, he’s definitely not flaccid now, you purr with a grin. The cage looks like it’s biting into his synthetic flesh, his erection pushing against the bars until bits of his cock bulge out of the empty slots. You coo at him and palm it with a gentle hand and enjoy the broken gasp it pulls out of him.
“Well would you look at that,” you murmur into his faceplate, teasing him with the touch of your lips that he can’t feel. “Was my naughty boy thinking of dirty things?”
“Just you,” he whimpers, pushing his caged cock further into your grip. His arms buckle, dropping to his elbows on either side of your head as he continues to try and pin you into the wall. Panting and whispering, he tells you what went through his mind as he went about his day. Your voice, your scent, your presence; you don’t have to touch him to drive him mad. Don’t need to do anything but look at him and he would long for you. For your skin on his, your lips on his, all of it.
As he recounts his thoughts, you play all of it out on the unfeeling layer of his armour, taunting him with what he can’t have. He groans against you, grumping that you’re just torturing him now. You just laugh and say nothing – it’s all too true, anyway.
His cock is hot and throbbing through the cage, the metal warmed by his body heat and it becomes a hot brand in your hand. He whimpers, begs you to just touch him, slide your finger along his slit, to grant him some relief.
Hmm, would it though? Grant him relief? You agree with a strange glint in your eye, lips pressing kisses against his faceplate as you rub your thumb along his slit and part it as far as it would go in the cage. It makes him jump and press harder against you, his panting moans growing louder in the silence of the armoury.
“Nngh,” he grunts, hips starting to rut into you, “P-please…”
Oh ho, there are so many places you can take this, but there’s just one little thing that you want to do. You drop into a squat, crouching before his cock.
Genji jerks upright, taken aback by the change in position, but he’s not given time to react because you suddenly drag your tongue over the bulging flesh of his constrained cock. He whines loudly, the sound high pitched and full of longing, his visor trained on you as you trace the bars of the cage around his straining erection.
“What was that, baby?” your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue slipping through to dip into his weeping slit.
A frighteningly loud choked moan reverberates through the room at your action. Genji eeps in mortification, burying his head into his crossed arms as he trembles at your ministrations. His cock is leaking pathetically now, clear precum drooling from the tip to fill your mouth with his musky taste.
You moan around his thickness, eyes locking with his. Lick. Suck. Nibble. Rinse and repeat until Genji is swearing under his breath and bucking his hips into your mouth.
“P-please don’t tease me like this!” he whispers desperately. “Please!”
You grin and give him one last suck, rising to your feet in one smooth move. Arms twine around his neck, your lips moving to where his ear would be, “Suffering builds character, yes? Besides, you still have to get to target practice.” With that, you slip out from under his arms and tap his ass as you leave. “If you don’t beat your previous high score, you can kiss your orgasm goodbye. Alright, darling?”
You don’t bother waiting for his reply, already clearing the threshold and making your way to your next appointment.
Now alone in the armoury, Genji groans into his arms. Fuck, he’s definitely not going to be able to concentrate in this state. He moves to straighten up and leave when he feels a strange draft in his nethers.
I’ll do a tiny bit for the both of them since I don’t do a lot of Sym drabbles 🙂
Symmetra
Satya gasps, struggling and wriggling under you, her hands clenching and relaxing as you slowly slide your favourite cock into her soaking wet pussy. The clamps on her nipples bite deliciously with her every move, turning pain into pleasure and pleasure into pain. And when you are finally all the way in, crotch to crotch, she breaks free of your grip on her wrists to encircle her arms around your neck.
“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” she growls deeply in your ear, fingers already clawing at your back even though you’re moving at a snail’s pace. “And I don’t want you to stop,” her dark eyes bore into yours with a lust-crazed grin. “Even if I tell you to.”
A laugh escapes you and you pin her to the bed with your body weight, hands hooking under her knees to haul her legs up to her shoulders. “You know your safeword?”
“Hard Light.” She grinds it out through gritted teeth, eyes already rolling into the back of her head.
A purr of approval is your only answer and you dip your head to grab the chain connecting the nipple clamps. With it firmly between your teeth, you jerk your head up and start to fuck her roughly, deep, heavy strokes that make her gurgle that she can feel it in her throat. She yowls at the pain in her breasts, then mewls when your cock buzzes to life with vibrations so strong even you can feel it.
“More~” Satya’s moaning is thick and seductive, her doe-like eyes softening even more under the wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.
Genji
You love it when Genji’s in the mood to be roughed up and destroyed. Case in point:
“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop,” he purrs even as he throws himself against his restraints. “Even if I tell you to.”
You laugh and slap his ass until your palms turn red from the impact, enjoying his delighted growls and the swaying of his bubble butt as he attempts to crawl away from you despite the rope tying him down. “But you won’t, will you, slut?” Your answering leer is accompanied by a wet squelch as you retrieve the huge butt plug from his winking asshole.
He turns back as much as he can and grins toothily, knees widening and shoulders lowering. Presenting himself. “Mmm. Question is, can you make me beg you to stop?”
The collection of toys next to you says yes, you can make him beg you to stop. But the challenge is half the fun, isn’t it? You tell him as much and watch him buck his hips unconsciously, his cock and balls hanging heavily under his hips. God, he’s so hard already and you just know he’s going to cum buckets tonight.
“Hmph, no one’s going to beg when you’re so sloooooooowwww~” His taunt tapers off into a long moan as you fit a vibrating egg into his loose ass, using your fingers to nudge it back and forth until you find his prostate. Genji starts to quiet down a little now, too busy panting and enjoying the sensation on his prostate to bother taunting you again.
Ah, but you’re not done. Another egg, just as big as the first, joins it, stretching him a little now and buzzing ever louder from being pressed against another hard surface. Genji blushes at the noise, hips now canting back and forth as though he can push back on the egg. He doesn’t have to wait too long, lucky boy, as you push in a bullet vibrator and finally two slim dildos.
The ninja is panting lewdly now, eyes glazed over and unseeing and his jaw hanging loose to let his tongue bob out. His hips are slowly lowering, his legs trembling and sliding down, but you don’t let him take a break.
“Hey, on your knees, boy!” You slap in asshole in admonishment and Genji jumps with a yelp, scrambling to keep his knees under him. But his position isn’t to your liking and you jam in another bullet vibrator, which makes him break his position even further. “Come on, Slave! Head down, ass up.”
Genji is trembling visibly now, his breaths coming in heavy pants that sound like moans and whimpers at the same time. He feels so full and he wants to cum so badly! But the fucking cock ring prevents him from blowing his load too early and it’s driving him insane. Oh fuck you’re-!
You lick a line up his twitching balls and giggle at the steady stream of precum that leaks from his quickly purpling cock. “Oh boy, oh boy.” You fuck him with the dildo and enjoy the difficulty in pulling it out and jamming it back it – the sheer amount of toys in him jostle with every move and Genji is quickly melting into the bed at this point. “You know, it looks like you’ll be begging me to stop before long.”
He looks at you blearily from the corner of his eye, face already caked in drool and tears.
“You didn’t think I was going to stop filling you with toys, now did you?”
Genji’s brown eyes roll into the back of his head. Heaven and Hell all in one, and he loves it.
Alucard and Trevor always have banter but when Alucard pushes the envelope too far, Trevor uses a secret Alucard told him against him.
“This trip is going to be what we all need.” Trevor said, cracking his knuckles and packing the covered wagon. Alucard chuckled, tossing a couple bags in himself. “Honestly, I don’t see why we need to travel. I have a lot fo work to do with the castle still-” “But when’s the last time we were all together?” Trevor said, “Take your head out of your ass for a minute and appreciate the company.” “Fuck off, Belmont.” the vampire said with a giggle. He stopped his task for a moment to look over towards the castle, seeing Sypha and You talking to one another. Your hair was blowing lightly in the wind and your smile making the day brighter. Alucard let out a loving sigh, not realizing that Trevor was looking at him. He raises a brow and looked to see what the vampire was looking at. “Staring at her ass?” “Oh please. Not even close.” “I was.” “Pervert.” “Oh like you have room to judge me… I mean, Just look at her,” Trevor said with a playful growl. “Those eyes.” “Those lips.” “Her smile.” “Her voice.” “Those hips.” “God, Yes those hips…. Belmont are we bonding?” “No, Of course not.” “Good.” He said, getting up in the wagon and sitting on the edge. “She’s so beautiful.” “She’s mine though,” Trevor said confidently. “We’ve gotten pretty close in the past few weeks we’ve been travelling.” Alucard opened his mouth to say something but paused for a moment instead. He looked at Trevor, cocking his head to the side slightly. “….Wait you were talking about Sypha?” “You weren’t?” “N-no.” “Oh… well good.” Trevor said awkwardly. “…So…. Y/N?” “We are never going to talk about this again.” “Agreed.”
You all piled into the covered wagon, all sitting in a circle inside as the horses trotted along. “This is going to be fun.” Sypha said sweetly, “We go to a few towns, spend some times relaxing and enjoying local sights and shops. It’s the break we all needed!” “It’s great to have everyone together again.” You said, putting a hand on Alucard’s shoulder. He noticibly tensed and Trevor gave him a knowing wink. Suddenly the vampire regretted being so open with the hunter. “So where to first?” He asked cooly, happy his nervousness didn’t show. “There’s a little town not far to the west I’ve been hoping to visit. They have a bar.” “Oh, A bar!” Sypha said excited. “Trevor’s only taken me to one.” “Well, I didn’t think you liked going.” Trevor admitted. “Let me tell you though, I learned Sypha can drink me under the table-” “Don’t listen to him, I had 1 beer-” “Oh you did not.” As trevor and Sypha continued to argue you giggled, leaning over to whisper to Alucard. “They sound like an old married couple.” “She can do better.” Alucard said, with a smirk. You smiled, ready to defend trevor when the wagon suddenly stopped. you all sat up, some of you grasping at weapons. Trevor peeked his head out of the wagon first and let out a small chuckle which put you all at ease. “What happened?” Sypha asked. “We came upon a small pond. the horses stopped for water. Nothing serious.” “Well, We’re about 20 minutes out from teh next town.” You said, “Let’s get out and stretch our legs while the horses eat and drink.” “Good idea.”
“So… Y/N?” “Belmont, I thought we weren’t going to talk about this.” Alucard said exhausted, listening closely to make sure you and Sypha were still tending to the horses. The wagon was in the way, keeping him from seeing you directly but he was pretty sure you weren’t listening. “I’m just curious.” Trevor defended. “I told you how I feel about Sypha.” “And I told you we weren’t talking about this.” “I mean… It’s not the worst choice.” Trevor said. “I mean, Sypha’s got a better ass but-” “You’re blind, then.” Alucard commented, unable to hold his tongue when defending you. “Have you even seen Y/N’s curves?” “She does have nice figure.” “Can you imagine,” Alucard said breathlessly. “that body writhing in my bed.” “Consensually, Right?” “You’re not funny.” “Nice tits, too,” “Oh they’re fucking perfect.” He practically growled. “I want to sink my teeth into them.” Trevor smirked, enjoying the fact that he was able to actually get the vampire to let his guard down. He was a little unhappy that it required him to get him hot and bothered about you but leverage is leverage. “She’s flawless.” “I’m hearing pure lust. Do you love her or just want to sleep with her?” “I don’t see why I can’t do both.” “Point taken.” Trevor shrugged. “ So…What would you do to her?” “And why should I tell you-” “It’s cute how you’re dangerously unaware of how much you’ve told me already.” Alucard gasped, looking at Trevor with a peircing glare. “..Y-You wouldn’t dare-” “What? Tell her that you want to ram her into your bedpost? Give her little ¼ Vampire babies? Leave bite marks all over her breasts and make her your wife? No, No, I would never.” “You’re testing me-” “That’s one word for it.”
When you finally arrived to the town and the bar you noticed that Alucard and Trevor hadn’t spoken to each other since the impromptu stop. You wanted to ask but decided against it, simply sticking close to Alucard. He seemed nervous, always glancing at Trevor and then back to you. When you all were seated you finally asked. “Alucard, Are you alright?” “I’m Fine.” He answered quickly. Sypha noticed, pouting a little. “Are you sure? If you aren’t feeling well-” “I just need a drink.” “Now we’re talking.” Trevor said excitedly, “I’m partial to that table over there in the corner. Let’s get a couple mugs filled and take a seat.”
Trevor and Sypha finished telilng a story about their travels, you and Alucard smiling and laughing politely. He continued to glance at you at odd times and his gaze would always return to Trevor. As Trevor and Sypha argued about a minor detail to their story, you whispered to him. “Alucard, what’s wrong.” “Trevor is annoying me. That’s all.” “Well, do what you do best. Annoy him back.” You said sweetly. Alucard raised a brow but it seemed he suddenly got an idea. He had divulged a lot of information, sure….but so did Trevor. “Sypha,” Alucard started, a cocky smile on his face. Trevor didn’t care for it, immediately tensing. “ Are you enjoying travelling? With Trevor?” “Yes!” She said excitedly, “It’s so liberating to be on such an adventure, protecting the people from monsters and demons.” “Is he being good to you? Keeping his hands to himself?” “I don’t think I like what you’re implying.” Trevor cut in, his eyes twitching a little. “Want to tell me what you mean by that?” “Well, I know how.. perverse you can be.” The vampire taunted, “Sypha is a very attractive woman.” “Watch it.” Trevor warned. Sypha was a bit confused by his sudden aggitation, pulling on his shirt sleeve. You simply sipped your beer and kept watching whatever the hell was going on. “You’re getting a little to close to the fire.” “I’m simply stating a fact. Does my interest in Sypha offend you-” “You’re being an asshole you bloodsucking fuck-” “Trevor, Please.” Sypha begged. “What has gotten into you?” “N-Nothing it’s just…” Trevor took in a harsh breath and glared at the vampire, noting his cocky smile hadn’t faltered. Alucard took a sip of his beer and Trevor shifted his gaze… to you. “Y/N,” Trevor started sweetly, once again dramatically shifting tone. Alucard panicked, putting his mug down immediately. “Belmont, don’t you da-” “Alucard wants to fuck you.” You and Sypha just froze. even Alucard seemed to have a hard time processing what just happened. Alucard went from shocked to absolutely pissed in a minute. “..Um,” You started. “What?” “He wants to sleep with you-” “That is enough.” Alucard warned. Trevor simply ignored you. “Yeah, He wants to just ram his cock in you, told me himself-” “Belmont-” “Just completely destroy your body and cover you with love bites-” “Outside. Now!” Alucard whispered harshly, his eyes irradiating pure anger. You were just taking everything in and Sypha was… just so lost. “Oh, and somewhere in there you’re bearing is children-” “Coming from the man that bragged about Sypha’s perfect ass!” “Excuse me?” Sypha said, turning to Trevor angrily. He immediately stood, putting his hands up defensively. You sipped your beer, watching with bated breath to see where this drama was going. “Now hold on, it’s a compliment-” “Ah yes,” Alucard said, “You said she’s ‘practically yours already’.” “He said what?” “Sypha please,” Trevor cut in. “It was harmless.” “I don’t know what’s going on but both of you are acting like children-” “He started it.” Trevor whined. “going on about fucking Y/N into the ground-” “Trevor, I said, Outside. Now.” “And what makes you think I want to go outside and talk with you?” “Oh, We’re not going outside to talk.” Alucard threatened, making your spine shiver. “Guys, You may want to tone it down a bit.” You warned in a low sing song voice. The other patrons of the bar were looking at your table and a faint glow came to Sypha’s cheeks. “..W-We should go.” “The hell is your problem, you prick-” “Trusting you. Trusting you was the problem-” “Well mabye if you were’s such a fucking shitbag-” “Will you both stop it!” Sypha whispered sharply. “ You’re making everyone look at us.” “Oh, he probably likes it when people watch,” Trevor teased. “It’s probably a guilty pleasure-” Trevor was cut off with a merciless puch to the jaw, sending him backward and tripping over his own chair. A few people in the bar chattered on and simply watched. Sypha had had enough and grabbed you, taking you with her as you both left them to their little fight.
The wagon ride was silent as your little adventure was cut short. The battered and bruised combatants were sitting next to one another, looking in opposite directions while Sypha scolded them both. “We can never go back to that town again, do you understand that. After that ridiculous display!” They said nothing, letting her get all her anger out. You sat on the sidelines, trying to catch Alucard’s eyes. He wouldn’t look at you. You let out a sigh, trying not to let it upset you. It seemed like he sensed your sadness, finally looking over to you and catching your eye. He was frozen in your gaze, a blush creeping into his cheeks. You gave him a light smile and it seemed to put him more at ease. He smiled back. “But Sypha-” “No, I want you both to go on seperate ends of the wagon and think about what you did.” “We’re not children-” “You’ve been acting like it all day!” Alucard didn’t say anything, simply getting up and walking to the end of the wagon and dangling his feet off the side. As he passed by you he motioned for you to join him. You followed, sitting beside him and staring at your feet as the hung over the moving road. “I’m sorry,” He started. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble back at the bar… but more importantly I didn’t mean for you to be so disrespectfully dragged into it.” “..It’s okay.” “No… It’s not. I should have never spoken about you like that and I deserved to be humiliated by you finding out like this.” He didn’t look at you, keeping himself focused at the ground. You smiled, putting a hand on his and holding it firmly. “Alucard… I’m so flattered that you feel that way about me…and I…don’t mind honestly.” He finally looked up at you, a mix of hopeful and confused. “Actually.. could you… tell me yourself anything you’ve ever said about me?” Still confused. He just stared at you for a moment, probably unable to process what was happening. He then suddenly gave a wicked smile. “My Lady, I’d be honored. Just scoot a little closer and I’ll tell you everything.”
This wasn’t her first foster home but she prayed it was her last. She had only been staying with the Harmons for two weeks but she got on well with their daughter, Violet, and the parents were good to her. Ben and Vivian seemed like caring enough people. They seemed to be genuinely concerned about her transition into their home and a new school.
Earlier that day, she and Violet had gone to some hole-in-the-wall record store and Y/N had bought more than she meant too. Older and newer stuff, she didn’t have a preference. Nirvana, The Vaccines, Blink-182, Arctic Monkeys. That’s what she was doing when he first walked in: going through her new music.
“Kurt Cobain?” A voice behind her said.
Y/N turned from where she had been searching in her closet for a storage bin, “Uhm..yeah. Who are you?”
“Tate,” he smiled, thumbing through her music, “Are you Violet’s sister? I didn’t see you when they first moved in.”
She shook her head, “The Harmons are my new foster parents. I’m Y/N,”
He nodded his head as he continued to slowly take in the room, “Where are your parents?”
“They’re-…I’m sorry. Are you a friend of Violet’s or something? Who are you?”
He nodded, “I live nearby so sometimes I just-” he spotted a piece of cardboard sticking out from under her bed, “You shouldn’t mess with that, ya know?”
She followed his eyes to see what he was going on about. It was her ouija board. She had gotten it awhile back at a flea market but never worked up the courage to use it.
“Are you scared of that stuff? Ghosts and what not?”
He shook his head and his blonde hair swayed, “No but you should be”
Y/N frowned, “I’ve never used it before,” she kicked it further under her bed, “You’ve got a lot of opinions for someone who I’ve only just met,” she chuckled.
“I’m sorry it’s just…you’re nice. I wouldn’t want anything happening,” he came to stand directly in front of her.
She looked up at him and took in the beauty of his face. She resisted the urge to push a piece of hair that fell in front of his eyes, “I’ll be careful, I promise,”
Tate smiled widely. How beautiful he looked when he smiled, she thought. “That’s all I ask. Maybe I’ll see you around?” He asked as he began to back up towards the door.
Y/N nodded, “You know where I live,” she joked.
“Yup” he smirked. As he walked out the door, he turned back, peeking his head back in the room, “Weird question but…what are you doing on Halloween?”
“Probably nothing. I haven’t really talked about it with anyone. I’m not sure what kind of house this is. Festive or-”
“Do you wanna do something?” He asked plainly.
She paused, “Do something?”
“Go somewhere. A movie or something. I don’t know,” he looked down at his converse.
She liked the way he looked at her and how nervous he seemed when he spoke. That’s why she accepted that first invitation.
“Okay,” she smiled.
Tate looked around the room once more before meeting her eyes, “Okay,” he smiled back before disappearing around the corner.
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