PUCK x EVE [ BLOOD MOON ]

Tonight was supposed to be just an ordinary lunar eclipse.

But something’s different this time around. The full moon is already high in the sky.
Clouds shroud it from sight one minute, and the next they’re gone, revealing the moon to
no longer be its usual white light, but rather something much more sinister. As though
bathed in blood, its reddish hue gives off a frightening appearance.

It’s a blood moon.
It's a late night in the Red Light District.

Spade's King Eve Lovell makes one of her "business" trips into Heart's Territory. Her purpose? To visit the handsome Ace of Hearts, Puck Frisk. Eve and Puck find themselves relaxed in a private room on the upper level of the brothel when the night turns red. At first, they appear safe, unaware of the effect the blood moon has had on Infected. But that changes when, suddenly, the sex worker that shares the room grows long, menacing fangs, and their eyes take on a vicious yellow glow. What was once a subdued, obedient servant now looks at Eve and Puck with hunger in their gleaming glare. Those that are familiar with it know that this is an Level V Infected.

With only two exits, the second story window and the door guarded by the Level V, the two humans find themselves in peril, and will have to use wits and strength to neutralize or escape the threat.

The Ace of Hearts may also have a vested interest in containing the Infected - after all, it would not be good for business if it ate half of his workers.

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Posted 10-10-2021, 09:33 PM

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It wasn't very often that she sought to be pampered by someone else. For her, one who grew up in the darkest, filthiest and poorest of streets, showing a need for affection was easily considered to be a weakness. One which she couldn't afford as a child and neither could she now that she was King of Spades. In her mind, Eve had to be ruthless and cold, even in her own "crazy" ways, to disallow any opportunity of being usurped.

Yet when the need to be affectionate curdles and turns into an obsession in the depths of her stomach, she turns to the only person she trusts she could at least be partially vulnerable to. Strangely though, that person wasn't the same man whom she'd rather be truly affectionate with.

Just as they used to, they met in one of the rooms of a Heart's brothel, and as per usual, she did not need speak of what she needed. Though the room was hardly "private", as one end was shared by another group of busy bodies being busy on each other, Eve had no problems stripping down to her lace undergarments and then needily launching herself at the Ace of Hearts.

Without much of a greeting, she had her arms wound around Puck's neck and her body pressed against his while her lips hungrily left trail of wet kisses over his neck and her hands hurriedly took care of his clothes."Did you get a new tattoo?" Eve croons the obvious as her lips ghost over a newly scabbing patch of skin on his shoulder, her emerald eyes twinkling with mischief, as if teasing to scratch the healing skin with a kiss.

They hardly ever get to business though, as the moonlight which provides the only dim lighting to the room, suddenly turned red. And with it, an alarming realization that should they survive this, next time, they should bring their business somewhere more private.

Buttercup, her dearest friend whom she'd endearingly betrayed and left to rot to do sex work, now lovingly called Saida and presently sharing the other end of the room, had grown long, menacing fangs. Her eyes which turned into a vicious yellow unmistakably trailed at her and Puck, something Eve recognizes as a look of feral hunger. A look she's all too familiar with but on a very different face.

"Fucking really? Buttercup darling it's me, bestie Eve." the King of Spades nervously crooned at the Infected barring their way to safety. "You know I can't say I'm sorry for the past but didn't we agree to let bygones be bygones?" Eve spoke softly as she so nonchalantly steps behind Puck, already resolved to throw him in the Infected's way if needed.

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Posted 10-27-2021, 01:02 PM

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Puck was never one to turn down some down and dirty fun, in fact he seemed to encourage it quite a lot with his behavior. He wasn’t opposed to flirting or outright asking if someone wanted that from him. And he pretty much never turned someone down who came onto him. Oh he was careful about it, didn’t risk catching anything or becoming a father. But he was a man who liked his sex and as such he would and did wind up with a lot of interesting bedfellows. It had earned him a bit of a reputation as someone who was easy and quick with physical affection but he didn’t mind in the least. If anything it played into his whole image of being a himbo.

So he’d been more than happy to have Eve Lovell over for just some of that sort of fun. He’d even set out some damned nice wine and things to nibble on while having dressed in a black silk button up shirt and a pair of black slacks. He’d left nearly all the buttons undone on his shirt, not like they rest would stay buttoned for long anyway. But that wasn’t the point, it was all about looking the part after all. And with his blonde hair, a short mess on top of his head and his pale skin, where one could see it under all those tattoos, the color black happened to look quite dashing on him.

This entire image was cultivated purposefully on his part. He had chosen this route instead of another because it was fun to play into. Well that and it worked out quite well for him. People tended to underestimate what they saw as a dumb blonde more focused on pleasure and fun than actually running an entire criminal empire, or rather an arm of it. But his mind was far sharper than anyone would give credit to his exterior and he was quick to put down those who thought themselves better than he. He could and did take on anyone who thought to try to get to him. But he also found it had another useful purpose… he could and did give those like himself who sat at the very top a place where it was safe to seek out a physical connection that they might otherwise not allow themselves.

How did he manage that? Well because he made it clear he expected nothing more from them and that anything that happened behind closed doors stayed there. He didn’t expect their love or affection, all he expected was the necessary indulgence of pleasure for a time with no strings attached. And he’d kept his secrets well, proving he could continue to do so. To keep these meetings behind closed doors and now reveal anything to a world that wanted to claw them all to pieces and leave them bleeding in the gutter. Even those at the very top needed this kind of release from time to time after all and not everyone had as easy access to it as he did.

And that was how he found himself catching a very beautiful Eve Lovell when she launched herself at him in nothing but some very appealing undergarments. He didn’t ask nor did he need to be told what she wanted, he simply knew and dragged her hard against him at that moment with a wide grin. His hands splayed one across her low back and the other against her ass. He growled low at the feel of her lips trailing kisses down his throat and the hand on her ass squeezed tighter. He shifted his grip to help with the removal of his clothing, discarding it all far quicker than he’d dressed in it. ”A few.” He admitted with an amused smirk. Honestly it was a shock he wasn’t already so covered that he couldn’t get another tattoo!

He shivered just slightly at that sensation and tensed his muscles, raising an eyebrow down at her. He was just reaching for her to drag her into a heated kiss when the world apparently told them they were not about to get lucky tonight. Why was the world such a damned cruel place?!

He knew he worked and lived in the red light district but damn the moon wasn’t supposed to take that literally! And that wasn’t the only issue, the other was one that was far more pressing to him for a few different reasons. Primarily because he didn’t care to die tonight, secondly because it was ruining his place, and third? Well fuck he really didn’t want to kill Saida because she was good for business!

Damned but he was glad he hadn’t quite gotten his pants all the way down and off, quick to drag them back up and button them if not zip them. He twisted to look between Saida and Eve, frowning. He twitched at the way that Eve shifted more behind him and huffed out a breath and a laugh. ”Damn Eve that’s low.” He muttered. No he wasn’t referring to her leaving her bestie here to ply her trade but for the obvious play of using him as a human meat shield. He shifted slowly and lifted the tray that held the food. ”Count of three break left I’ll go right.” Yes he was actually planning to try to distract Saida for the sake of them both and not just himself. Call him a bit of a bleeding heart but he didn’t care to see Eve replaced so soon.

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Posted 11-12-2022, 03:55 PM This post was last modified: 11-12-2022, 03:56 PM by Puck Frisk

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Heat radiated where his skin touched hers and it made her feel like she was melting. But instead of moaning wantonly, Eve continued to mark him with kisses and small bites. Although what little affection she held was reserved mostly for herself, she was capable of faking for others. She was a creature of many desires and if getting hers satiated meant feeding the craving of others, she would step up to it.

Fortunately, Puck was an easy man to please.

Eve couldn’t help making comparisons though. His touch was vastly different from Atlas’ – it wasn’t any less reverent – but it was softer. Their lust for each other seemed to stem from an equal thirst to scratch an itch, and for a woman who thrived on the thrill of danger, whatever this was she had with Puck was delightfully boring.

Not that any of that mattered now.

”Don’t darling me,” the creature snarled, barring the doorway. ”You’re the reason I’m like this!” Saida hissed at the two of them.

”Oh please, such a drama queen.” Eve rolled her eyes, snatching whatever clothes were nearest and putting them on. Neither woman ever did talk about their past extensively, and Eve didn’t particularly go out of her way to make amends with the other woman, thinking it a waste of time. Empathy was totally lost on her and she thought it was too late for them anyway.

She then turned to Puck with a devilish grin and a sly wink. ”You know you love it when I play dirty,” she crooned.

If sacrificing someone she was beginning to find adorable or fighting tooth and nail with the possibility of becoming infected, she’d rather throw him under the bus. If, however, turning into a monster like Saida would give her a chance, Eve would rather do so rather than die.

She was a woman who finds exhilaration in dancing the line between life and the probability of death. In indulging her darkest desires with the forever murderous Atlas, beguiling the military forces with a luscious game of cat and mouse, and reveling in her sadistic tendencies through her liaisons with her pets, she thrived in tempting her fate.

Dying in the hands of one menacing infected wasn’t how Eve imagined herself to go. And actual death was, for the unhinged woman, the finality of all her fun. The King of Spades couldn’t accept such an outcome.

”Don’t you have any weapons around?” she murmured quietly to the Ace of Hearts as her viridescent gaze trained upon the creature that paced by the doorway. She knew how to fight, but Eve would only do so in circumstances where her victory was assured. Although part of her work entailed overseeing fights against Infected, she has never tried it for herself and wasn’t particularly keen on beginning now. ”Should we make a run for the window?” Possibly breaking her legs wouldn’t be pretty but escaping with her pretty neck intact was preferable.

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Posted 01-20-2024, 01:02 AM This post was last modified: 01-20-2024, 01:23 AM by Eve Lovell

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Physicality was nothing new to Puck and more often than not it didn’t come with anything more than a need or desire for it. Just because you wanted to fuck someone didn’t mean you had to have deep complex feelings for them. Sometimes you just wanted to get off and as long as both parties felt the same what was the problem? Consent was really all that was needed to have some fun with someone else in this sense. At least to him. And it seemed that in many ways Eve shared that sentiment with him. So if they could mutually scratch that itch together why not do so? Frankly it really made sense. Plus it was just fun! And Puck did enjoy having fun. Maybe others might think it a bit of a strange hobby but he could honestly say that his hobby was finding all the interesting ways you could please a partner and get them off. Then again most would probably just say he was a whore and they weren’t really wrong. He just didn’t see that as a problem. If anything it was a benefit given his line of work and all.

Delightfully boring was just fine by him. Scratching an itch was even better. Then again if he’d known she wanted a bit more than that in a lover he’d have been happy to give it to her. He was inclined to play some very intense games himself after all and he had no problem taking on a more intense role. But he also wasn’t really looking for that from her. This basic itch scratching was enough.

Then again it wasn’t really getting scratched right now and it didn’t look like it’d happen any time soon. He had no desire to get tangled up in whatever the hell this was. It seemed like maybe some lovers quarrel? Or maybe just shit timing. Whatever the reason he’d have preferred to bow out gracefully and leave them to chat. Only it didn’t seem like this would be just a chat and he wasn’t going to leave Eve to deal with that on her own.

Really his pants were going to have to do as covering. There wasn’t a good chance to grab for a shirt and it wasn’t entirely necessary. Not like a scrap of fabric would do a hell of a lot to protect him from this after all.

That made him snort and smirk. ”You keep that up and I’m spanking you next time you come around for the attitude.” He countered, unable to keep the slight taunt out of his voice. Damned it was kind of fun to get into a dangerous sitaution with someone who kept their sense of humor during it!

Games were always fun but he had to be alive to play them and he wasn’t the kind to go down easy. Nor was he all that surprised that Eve was willing to push him in front of the proverbial bus in this case. But he wasn’t going to just lay down and let her do it. He was just as inclined to fight tooth and nail to survive as she was. And that meant he was going to do his damned best to survive. It just so happened he’d also extend that to Eve. She might not extend the same to him but he’d always been a bit of a bleeding heart on the inside and when he cared about someone, even just a small amount, he was inclined to do his damndest to make sure they survived as well. His kind of fun and games was much better when there were others involved after all.

”I’ve got a few stashed around.” He admitted, his eyes flickering over the room. ”Between that chair and the wall.” He flicked his fingers towards a chair not far from them. That would be the closest one. He tended to have at least one in most rooms depending on if he could find a good spot to hide them or not. His eyes flicked to the window and he realized it was their best bet but would they stick the landing? Maybe. He was fairly sure he could but what about her? ”You jump out a lot of windows?” He was already pushing her towards it without taking his eyes off the enraged infected. ”If not you opposed to me picking you up?”

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