poison and wine

HARRIS DICKINSON as SAMUEL BABYGIRL (2024) dir. Halina Reijn

hunger. it's in every brush of his fingers against her skin, every scrape of her teeth against his neck--every quick sharp breath and skip of her still-beating heart. she is always hungry for him--and whatever else they ignore, whatever else she holds back, their hunger-- is a constant. he deepens the kiss, and she does nothing but follows him down--let's him consume her. his grip tightens, his teeth catch on her lower lip-- and instead of fear all she feels is arousal. a small bead of blood pools on her lip, from where he'd snagged her and she does nothing to lick it away. she just kisses him again, and let's him taste her. when she pulls away there's a smear of red on his bottom lip, and it tugs at something possessive in her gut. he looks good wearing her, like that. she dismisses the thought, the feeling-- just as quickly. "and we're pretending you wouldn't want to see me?" she asks softly, a smirk on her lips. she knows, that his need for distance, his need for controll means he pushes her away half as often as he pulls her in. she's still unsure what part of her is responsible for the way she just lets him. the way she keeps showing up. "it's much more fun if you're there to enjoy the show-- maybe test out the new merchandise..." she laughs-- and it's a soft, syrupy sound that fills the room. at least-- for a moment-- until his teeth are scraping against her neck and pulling moans from her body. "blake--" she moans his name, drenches it in the same need that punctuates her touch. her hips rock against his, automatically-- and she presses as much of herself against him as she can manage. more. more. more.

blake smirked against her skin, tongue flicking out to catch the faintest trace of blood that lingered on his lips—hers. sweet, decadent, intoxicating. staining him like a signature. he does bother hiding the way he enjoyed it, the way it tugged at something deep and predatory in his bones. he wasn’t sure if it was the bloodlust, the centuries of repressed desire, or something else entirely, something he couldn’t quite define. large hands trailed over tweety's bare thighs, thumbs pressing into soft flesh as she rocked against him, encouraging, guiding. unknowingly, his body was already seeking more before she had even given it to him.

"i don’t pretend, chérie. i just don’t like being predictable." because if he let her expect things from him, if she started assuming he would always pull her back in, then he was giving up control. "i might just end up creating a scene in the fitting room," he murmured against her throat, hands tracing her spine, then coming to rest just above the curve of her ass, pulling her impossibly closer. his teeth continued to graze her, teasing, light. resisting the urge to sink in and savor. “dangerous suggestion. you forget what i’m capable of when i’m bored.”

"i'm not going to scream — i don't want them to hear me!" yonca's voice was a heightened whisper, and although her statement was meant to sound like a joke, there was an element of sincerity to it. she shot winter an impressed glare, eye roll combo. "you'd never throw your chanel, so that's a very hallow threat." of course winter's right about it being her idea to stay here; yonca hates that she's being paranoid and afraid more than winter does. she can't help it though. "it's not just creaky floorboards!" she insists, and as she does, she's certain she hears a little groaning again. yonca moves closer to winter, as if that'll help stop the supernatural. "fuck! shhh... shut up and listen."

winter let out an sigh as yonca crowded closer, though she did shift slightly to make room in the oversized armchair. "listen to what exactly?" she questioned with an arched brow and a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "if that’s the best the ghosts can muster, i’m unimpressed." though her words were dismissive, inside, her thoughts were a tangled mix of bemusement and a fleeting hint of curiosity. she lowered her phone all the way now, letting it rest against the arm of the chair, and gave her full attention to the silence that had suddenly swallowed the space. then another creak echoed through the halls, and this time winter did look up, if only to roll her eyes more dramatically. "oh my god, you're actually shaking. this is ridiculous." but her free hand found yonca's anyway, squeezing briefly. "if there are ghosts, they better have good taste. i'm not being haunted by some basic spirit in last season's clothes."

a giddy feeling roots itself in theo's chest & weaves its way throughout him, causing that grin to widen across features. he can't help himself. there's something exciting about knowing exactly how he gets under blake's skin. he gets in his head too, right down to the nitty gritty details that he doesn't want anyone else to know. blake tells himself he doesn't do personal, but theo can practically taste the jealousy in his mouth, thick enough to choke on it. it makes the air between them a little heavier; makes that heat between his legs a little harder to ignore. his head tilts to give blake better access to his neck & a laugh crawls its way up his throat & slips out, using his foot to close the bathroom door behind the two of them.

"what're y'gonna do if i don't, huh?" challenging tone, the smirk pairs perfectly with it. theo's back hits against the tile & his head reels, heat pooling between his legs. he doesn't bother trying to take the upper hand here, blake wants the control & theo will let him have it for the most part. his fingers curl into his bloodstained shirt & he pulls it up & over his head, carelessly tossing it onto the ground beneath him. hands go to his jeans next, popping the button open & dragging the zipper down. he takes his time with it, maintaining eye contact with blake as he does. the jeans fall to his ankles & he kicks them off, leaving himself there in his boxers.

"y'wanna know what i think?" theo starts, purposefully leaving his boxers on as he takes a step forward to put himself right back in front of blake. his index finger presses into his chest as he continues. "i think y'kinda like when i do things that piss ya off." & his fingers splay across his chest now, dragging downward along his abdomen & tracing the waistband of his pants. "think y'kinda get off on it." theo's voice drops lower as he leans into blake, dipping his head into the crook of his neck to breathe in the scent of both him & their dinner. his lips part to drag his tongue against flesh to collect the blood that stains there, pulling back to meet with his eyes after. "y'wanna kiss me and taste 'er again?"

what a cocky little shit. even as blake craved that lingering hint of blood on the corner of theo’s lips. going ahead to drag his thumb slowly along theo’s blood-slicked bottom lip, smearing red against skin already flushed with heat before they seperated. allowing a faint, cutting smile to form, he became a reluctant witness to theo’s confident display. the bait was almost too good to resist. almost. he'd preferred stewing in the bitter tang of jealousy than giving the other man the satisfaction.

with the door closed behind them and the smell of blood mingling with steam from the nearby shower, the bathroom felt sweltering and claustrophobic—exactly the kind of environment the older liked to maintain control over. "you're under this roof, my roof—my rules. watch your mouth." blake's jaw clenched, sharp enough to slice through whatever thin thread of patience he had left. and that wasn’t much, especially not after walking into his own home to find theo feeding off some bleating human toy like he didn’t just piss all over blake’s remaining sanctuary. and now this—theo half-naked, smug, blood-damp, and saying things blake refused to even think about out loud. but the worst part? blake was turned on. the physical evidence couldn't be denied. that was the part that made him want to put theo through the goddamn wall.

"you presume too much." he wanted to act unaffected, but if theo peered a little too closely or dipped into blake’s thoughts, he’d sense the undercurrent of territorial anger that flared hot. no matter how much he willed against it. the man stepped in close, matching their stride. close enough that their chests brushed. theo’s finger was still there, pressed lightly to blake’s sternum like he had any power at all, like blake hadn’t already let him get away with too much. "what would i look like, going after your sloppy seconds?" he pushed theo again to the wall, with more force this time, his towering presence pinning him back against the tile. they both knew how easily blake could overpower him if he chose.

"i only kiss good boys." mirroring their actions, blake let his fingers trail down theo's chest, lingering on the waistband of his boxers. "and right now, you're being rather… disobedient." he let his fingers slide beneath the waistband, the heat between enticing him. "and that, theo, is something i find unacceptable." he grabbed theo by the chin with his free hand, tilting his head up, their faces close enough now to share breath. maybe i do get off on it, he conceded silently, but he’d sooner stake himself before admitting that out loud. "i should fuck the smug out of you, but i don't reward bad behavior."

“you look tired” well the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease

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skylar allowed stephen to guide her, was diligent in every move he instructed. felt her breath grow shorter as she pulled at the laces, watched in awe as they fell. was suddenly duly aware of the way his bulge stuck out before he pulled away to tug down his breeches. didn't get a proper look at him until the piece of cloth stood between them was thrown to the waysidw. once bare, her eyes widened. sat up, just to get a closer look at him, at his desire. at his cock. "much better," she confirmed breathily, felt all the air sap from around them. warmth still bloomed when he cupped her face too, reassured her of his presence, that they were present in this together.

"you're very handsome, my lord." used the title with endearment attached to it again instead of formality. her gaze raked over him from his face, down to his solid neck, to the tuft of hair on his chest she wanted to card through. felt heat burn and burn into her, settling deep in her stomach, truly couldn't get enough of the man in front of her. always thought stephen was good looking, but somehow he seemed to glow while bare. gleamed in a way she could only describe as irresistible. had the urge to lick him, even! her eyes continued their exploration, over the hard planes of his stomach, then — with a hard swallow — to his cock. jutting out proud near her face. saw how it stretched skin thin around the swollen appendage, was much larger than she could have ever imagined. skylar felt a prickle of panic. this was supposed to go in her. had tested touching herself, dipping between her folds out of curiosity. but how could her fingers ever compare to him?

hesitantly, she reached out. felt a little scared, had to swallow a few times from the way her throat seemed to keep drying up. still her curiosity trumped everything, and her desire lorded over that too, so her fingers rested on the length of him. gasped because– "it's so warm," skylar announced almost excitedly, almost expecting it to be cold, like metal. "no, wait. you're–" looked up to her husband with that same giddy sparkle in her eye. "you're so warm, stephen." let her fingers graze along him, tested the hooded skin of him, pulling it back ever so slightly to see a reddening, slick tip dipping into a hole in the middle. gasped again just from that. sky retracted her hands, let them slide to rest on the front of his thighs. swallowed roughly as his cock continued to bob in front of her. but the most important thing to her was her husband. how she could reciprocate the pleasure he graciously gave her.

her next words felt natural. "can you teach me, stephen? teach me how to pleasure you?" she looked up at him, wide eyed and eager. "i want to make you feel good as well."

nodding, stephen couldn't help but feel his heart swell, captivated by the lustful curiosity shining through. he liked how she asked, as if he could ever deny her. as if he could ever possibly say no. he couldn’t resist leaning forward either, slanting his mouth over hers for a soft kiss. just because he can. was an instinct he feared would repeat far too often when overwhelmed with emotion, when words failed him and his body was filled with affection that required an outlet. he was swooning over the very idea, 'just because kisses'; a luxury marriage to his lovely skylar granted him. breaking the kiss with a soft groan, his eyes matched hers, burning with earnest desire. "of course. i would be honored to guide you, my lady." he might not have known everything about sex, but he knew what he liked, or could like. after some boyish whispers and drunken confessions, he'd touched himself in the privacy of the night enough times, wondering, dreaming of what else to explore. it gave him a good idea of where to start. plus, with her keen interest in her.. romantic readings, there was a potential learning moment for not just one but two parties.

he shifted closer, knees bracketing her hips as he caught her wrist gently. "lesson one," he began, guiding her palm flat against his chest, so she felt the hammering beneath bones—evidence of how thoroughly she unraveled him already. inadvertently, his cock twitched at her proximity, a drop of clear fluid beading at the tip. self-concious how turned he was already, he tried his best not to think too much about it. "start slow." his thumb gently stroked the inside of her wrist. "you don't have to do everything at once." he guided her palm slowly, across his ribs, stomach, down until her fingertips brushed wiry curls at his base until loosening his grip completely. "touch me like you want to," he encouraged, "there’s no right or wrong way. just what feels natural to you."

"these  blood  sheep  are  always  all  bark,  no  bite,"  joshua  muses  casually  while  ripping  out  another  hunter's  heart.  red  splatters  from  the  rebound  force,  arcing  in  the  air.  the  corpse  collapses  onto  the  bloodsoaked  ground,  joining  the growing  carnage  of  mutilated  body  parts.  "but  still─"  joshua  smiles  before  taking  a  bite  of  the  heart.  nothing  like  fear  makes  human  meat  taste exquisite.  "this  is  the  most  fun  i've  had  in  years."  although  joshua's  friendly  with  most  of  the  supernatural  community,  he's  a  solitary  creature,  and  certainly  a  solitary  killer.  but  the  other  man's  grown  to  be  an  exception.  with  more  hunters  fucking  around  in  their  city,  it  just  makes  sense  for  joshua  and  the  man  to  take  out  the  trash  together.  at  first,  it's  for  efficiency.  but  now,  it's  something  like . . . dates?  joshua  approaches  the  other  man,  bloodstained  hand  touching  the  side  of  his  face.  "red  is  such  a  lovely  color  on  you."                

holden should’ve shoved his hand away. should have found the sight around them revolting, a testament to joshua’s extremes. but instead of revulsion, he felt a vague spark of intrigue. their violent acts were becoming more enthralling than horrifying to witness, to entertain, to initiate; each one more exciting than the last. "guess that makes you a dog off the leash," he retorted, meant as a compliment, leaning into the smell of blood and triumph dripping from them. that smile of joshua’s, all teeth and bloom-fresh malice, always did things to him. annoying things. dangerous things. the hybrid turned his head, not to pull away, but to angle closer, so he could look him in the eye. his lip curled just slightly; it wasn't quite a smirk, not quite disgust. "you’ve got something on your chin," he said dryly. his eyes flicked briefly to the smear of crimson still dripping from joshua’s mouth. "sloppy eater." it was the closest thing holden allowed himself to humor these days. still, the tone was near endearing, going as far as reaching out, smearing the blood on their chin with his thumb, a poor attempt to clean the evidence before he stepped back. creating much needed distance, his boots crunched bone fragments beneath his heel as he moved. he didn’t look at the corpses. just stared off down the alley, already ten moves ahead; planning their next kill, thinking about drowning in some bourbon. never leaving enough room to regret ever getting involved in this twisted routine of murder-as-foreplay. the humanity switch made everything quieter. cleaner. the noise of morality, guilt, restraint—all of it dialed down to a low hum. "you’re enjoying this too much," holden muttered, "which is saying something, coming from me."

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