#NEED THAT 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[onyxluvjiro]

oh eddie and volt, can’t have one without the other. Honestly it annoys me when people pick one, like, babes, you can’t just pick one of them, you need to have both of them.

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Which is how you got here, bent over the bar counter, Volt’s thick and long cock prodding at the gushy spot inside of you, making your thighs shake.

He presses you to the counter, keeping you steady as Eddie watches with hawk eyes. Take this as some sort of punishment for Eddie, for not taking care of himself. Now he has to watch as Volt keeps you upright as he fucks into that sweet spot, making you squeal.

It’s pure torture for Eddie, his cock rock hard and leaking, it’s almost painful how hard he is. Watching you get absolutely wrecked by his other half, your eyes bore holes into his own. A shaky hand reaching out to his, holding his hand tightly as you mewl.

You’re close, he knows you are, and as he kisses the back of your hand, as if to soothe you, to coax you into the orgasm. When it does come crashing down, you cry out a mixture of their names, watching eddie’s face turn impossibly redder, his hand squeezing yours.

It’s almost like he could feel everything Volt felt, they were two separate people yet, one in the same as well. So when Volt bucks his hips one last time, spilling so deep inside you, covering your squishy cervix with his semen, it was almost as satisfying to Eddie.

Almost.

Volt leans in, whispering something into your ear, something Eddie couldn’t quite make out. It isn’t until you’re seated on his lap, the feeling of Volts spent dripping out of your cunt does he realize what you two were planning.

He couldn’t stop it

He didn’t want to stop it.

Especially when you feel sooo good, soo sinful sinking down on his cock. It’s so good, too good, he flat out whimpers.

You don’t hesitate, rolling your hips the way Volt had instructed you to do, knowing his dear friend very very well. Your mind filled with a pleasurable haze, feeling Eddies cock in all the right places, the tip pushing Volt’s spent even deeper into your womb.

You almost don’t realize the two of them had started making out. Almost.

If it weren’t for the soft muffled whimpers Eddie let out, and the feeling of the man rolling his hips up to meet yours instinctively chasing the pleasure. You could feel Volt guiding Eddies fingers, pressing down on your abused bud, making you cry out in pleasure.

You couldn’t hear what they were whispering about, too pleasure stricken, too driven by pleasure, and your orgasm creeping up to even care. At just about the same time as you, Eddie cums, his spent mixing in with volts in your womb, stuffing you full.

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i am filled with the need to fuck these two men 😵‍💫

[undyingdecay]

Lowkey dubcon with bob in the sense like he pisses inside you without telling you😵‍💫😵‍💫 what do you think

the thing about bob is he doesn’t ask. not because he means to be cruel — god no — but because his brain short-circuits half way through, thoughts scrambled by the wet heat of you around him, your thighs squeezing his hips, your voice all breathy and fucked-out in his ear.

sloppy and desperate, rutting into you like he’s chasing something just out of reach. whimpering. mumbling apologies for whatever it is he did wrong this time, begging you not to make him leave again, his hands bruising your hips because he doesn’t know his own strength when he’s like this.

and somewhere between the frantic pace of his thrusts and his face buried in your neck, he feels it. that twitch of his bladder. the dul, warm ache. and it should be enough to make him stop, pull out, mutter something about needing to piss before he comes.

but the way you’re holding onto him. how tight you feel. how you whimper when he slows down, nails scratching down his back like you’re scared he’s gonna stop altogether.

it short-circuits something in him.

“fuck,” he gasps, voice thick and wrecked, his stomach muscles clenching. “oh fuck i… i gotta—”

but he doesn’t finish the sentence.

because it just… happens.

a low, broken moan tearing out of his throat as the warmth spreads between you, thick and sudden and wrong. his cock buried so deep you can feel the pulse of it against your cervix, and then the unmistakable flood of heat inside you.

it makes you gasp, your body jerking under his, the strange unfamiliar sensation catching you off-guard.

“bob—”

but he’s already gone, pupils blown, lips trembling against your shoulder, muttering frantic, broken apologies even as he keeps grinding into you. like he can’t help it. like stopping now would kill him.

“m’sorry, m’sorry — it’s just — fuck, you feel so good, can’t — couldn’t hold it, baby, please don’t hate me, please—”

and there’s a sick, messy part of you that clenches around him, the filth of it, the obscene warmth of it making your head swim. because of course it’s bob. pathetic, miserable, feral little bob who cries when he cums and leaves bruises on your throat in the shape of his teeth.

you feel it when he finally spills inside you, the hot rush of it mixing with the slick mess between your thighs, and he won’t stop saying your name, won’t stop apologizing, kissing whatever skin he can reach with that damp, flushed face, tears mixing with sweat.

“i’ll clean you up, i swear — swear i didn’t mean to — don’t be mad at me, please—”

like he doesn’t know youre already puling him closer, fingernails raking down his back to keep him there.

because you love him like this. ruined. feral. sobbing in your arms. full of regret and still too desperate to pull out. and he knows it too. knows you’ll let him do it again.

and again.

[xbasement-baitx]

Need to be getting used like a fleshlight

[amrluv]

More abt bsf sister manon pls

bsf sister manon who you end up having to sneak around with.

after the late-night hookup, manon continued to see you, but rarely ever in public. considering her sister would kill both of you if she ever found out, everything had to be secretive.

the late night calls going from sexual to non-sexual over time 🫡 originally, she'd call you up, asking you to come over so she could "release some stress." usually, that stress release involved her strapping you down or fucking you on her fingers. but over time, she came to switch things up.

she'd start inviting you to do things like watch a movie with her or paint pottery. to be honest, it felt more like a date with a girlfriend rather than a hangout with your supposed "fuck buddy". her affections became more public, allowing herself to actually be friendly and talk with you in public rather than hold short conversations with you.

of course, there was always that worry of your friend—how would she react if she found out you were being intimate with her sister. but you two always brushed it off as becoming friends!

then the summer began to end. before you knew it, you were about to leave for your sophomore year of college.

manon made a big deal out of it, talking about how she won't be able to see you once you leave and moping about how busy you'd be. so she had to make it count! she let you spend the first half of the day with her sister, of course, but the night was all hers.

she took you out to a movie, watching some cheesy rom-com they were showing again. throughout it, she'd lean in close to you, sneaking her hand out to slot it between yours 😵‍💫 it was her, not so subtle, way of being romantic with you! and she knew you'd adore it.

she made a big deal afterward to make sure she could bring you back to her place. you were wary—knowing you weren't fully packed and ready to go back in just a few days. but she persisted, eventually making you agree to the proposition. and when you got back, she sure wanted to make it worth it.

her immediately kissing you all over 🙂‍↕️ kissing your lips, your jaw, your neck—every inch of your skin being marked with her kisses. her hand would move between your thighs, rubbing you through your clothes as she sucked on your neck, not caring if she left any marks.

when she finally gets you bare, she dives in, lapping at your wetness with her tongue, delving between your folds. she loved it—becoming practically drunk on your pussy.

her focusing on only you throughout the night 🙂‍↕️ focusing on your needs, your pleasure—prioritizing it above her own. she was needy, her own pussy practically dripping, but she'd be damned if she couldn't pull another orgasm from you! even after you noticed and asked to help her, she'd look up at you with a pout and say "let me help you. just for tonight." and god, she was able to convince you.

[ilysungho]

I just imagine taesan as a guy who loves to see you cry during sex!! >//<

like it can go two ways

first way is when he’s balls deep in you and you start to tear up because he’s just so big. he coos and slows down his pace, letting you adjust to his size while wiping your tears.

second way is when you’re so overstimulated and can’t handle anymore but he just pushes your face into the bed sheets, keeping your mixture of sobs and moans quiet.

- 🐈‍⬛

a/n: so totally agree 😵‍💫 sort of wrote this combining both the scenarios? i hope you like it TT contains: dom!taesan x sub!reader, idol!taesan, dacryphilia, penetration (p in v)

“shh, it’s ok sweetheart. i’m sorry, i know it’s a lot.” taesan’s fingers swipe strands of hair behind your ears before cupping a cheek to wipe tears away with his thumb. he stayed still while you adjusted to his length, it having been a long time since you’ve had time together since he just got back from tour. he wanted nothing more than to feel as close to you as possible the second he returned, and it feels too good to be above you now, watching as you cry tears of joy and pain. but soon, the pain turns to pleasure as you ask him to move in a small voice, tears still welling up throughout.

his thrusts were slow at first, but quickly increased in pace as he could feel your wetness increase, lubing him up. yet you still felt so tight, squeezing around him as he groans and pushes all the way in. you could feel every vein of his, your walls molding to his shape as you felt overwhelmed from it all, cheeks furiously red and a salty river flowing through them. taesan loved seeing you cry because of him like this, cursing under his breath as he mumbled about how beautiful you look right now. he leaned down to lick at your cheeks, tasting your tears before kissing you softly in contrast to his harshness below. he just needed to ruin all of you, and you crying felt like a trophy for how well he’s doing it.

[puddinqcup]

bedroom eyes

pairing: betty x reader [reader has female genitalia]

cw: smut, tribing, shitty writing, if i missed anything lmk pls! SPOILERS if you haven’t finished with betty

a/n: who would’ve thought date everything would get me out of a huge writing slump 😵‍💫 was looking for smut of my mattress wife but there was NOTHING so i took matters into my own hands. hope you all enjoy, if im able to i do plan to write for more of the characters. wrote it on my phone too and request are welcome 🥳

after talking to everyone in the house you head upset to your bedroom, on your bed you see betty laying down with her eyes closed. she looks so comfortable and pretty it makes you blush.

“hey, lover” betty opens her eyes and holds her arms out towards you “come join me.”

you fall into her arms sinking into her soft chest while she holds you. “you’re so comfortable, you always help me get the best sleep possible.” you shyly look up to her beautiful eyes looking at you lovingly. she lets out a giggle and compliments how cute you look when you’re blushing.

betty feels the same way, before she confessed to you she couldn’t sleep at all. she wanted to tell you her feelings the day you laid down on her but she was worried you wouldn’t feel the same way, once you told her you felt the same way betty was over the moon. you two sleep together every night (you have no choice really) holding each other warmly and giving kisses all over each others face, and of course, betty loved to flirt with you.

“you’re comfortable down there?” betty asks while you deepen your face in her soft chest. you start to speak “how can i not be? other than actually being my bed you make me feel so comfortable.”

now it’s betty’s turn to blush, she loves how you make her feel. you make her feel adored and loved and needed, not like when she was in the warehouse doing nothing. “i feel the same way about you, you’re so sweet. i can’t get enough of you.” you look up at her again and she’s looking right back at you with that soft smile you fell for.

betty starts to sit up on the bed and lifts you up to straddle her thigh, she leans in and gives you a kiss on your cheek, then nose, and finally your lips. you’ve kissed her plenty of times already but no matter how many times you kiss her you feel such a warmth in your chest and stomach, and somewhere else too; and she knows it. betty places her hands on your hip and starts slowly rocking your hips back and forth against her. you let out a small moan in her mouth, your body is heating up, you start moving your hips on your own focusing on the way she flexes her thigh and moves it a tiny bit to make you feel the pleasure she knows you’re always looking for when you guys get horny.

she takes off your shirt and takes off her corset and top. your lips meet again, this time her tongue is sliding in your mouth making you moan into the kiss again. she pulls away and starts kissing down your chest while slipping her fingers on both sides of your waistband pulling them down. you remove the rest of your pants as she begins to remove her bottoms.

“i want you to take everything off, lover” betty looks at you with her seductive eyes watching as you slip your last article of clothing off. betty does the same, maintaining eye contact with you making you blush and look away under her gaze.

betty lets out a soft laugh, “no need to be shy, you’re so perfect.” betty lays down on the bed again not letting go of you, you slowly feel her pussy getting closer to yours as she moves you higher to meet her. she places you closer, you can’t help but give a slight jolt from how warm your pussy together feels. she starts moving your hips, “don’t be scared, you can move. make yourself feel good on me.”

you waste no time and start to move your hips faster, her grip tightens. she loves feeling you this close to her, feeling how wet you are just for her gives her the same pleasure. betty loves knowing she gets you like this, “look at you, look at how beautiful you look when you get like this.” you moan louder, loving the praise she gives you.

you feel your high coming soon, you keep rocking your hips, clit rubbing against hers. betty lets out a moan “fuck, keep going”

you go faster reaching your high, betty wants to make sure you cum first before she does and starts playing with your chest. the pleasure is too much, your stomach tighten and your legs getting weak you let out a breathy sigh.

“we’re not done yet, you’re not the only one cumming today” betty looks at you teasingly and grabs your hips again causing you to give a little jolt from the sensitivity. not wanting to disappoint you let her use your body to reach her climax and you try your best to rock your hips just for her. she loves how you’re still trying to please her, you grab her boobs this time; they barely fit into your hands and you love it. you pinch her nipples rolling them with your fingertips. betty lets out moan after moan, getting higher and louder as she feels herself getting closer. she moves you back and forth a few more times until her movements start staggering “oh my, fuck” betty starts but can’t finish her sentence, she looks down at you laying on chest trying to catch your breath with her tired eyes and she smiles “that felt so good.”

too tired to get up you both fell asleep naked, cuddling, and with a small smile on both of your faces.

end.

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[omowitty]

Art wearing Tashi’s strap on because he can’t stay hard long enough to fuck her 😋😋

[lightsoutmatthews]

willy just posted new pics from cannes on his insta and it gave me an idea! can you do willy x reader at some fancy event and the alllll the ladies keep coming up to will, so reader starts to feel really insecure/not enough. but sweet sweet willy is so loyal and so in love with reader and wants to show her that. thanks chica <3333

Those pictures made me go all 😵‍💫

There´s only you – William Nylander

You stood in front of the hotel mirror, adjusting the strap of your dress for the third time in probably as many minutes.

It wasn’t that it didn’t fit, it did, perfectly actually. You had gone shopping a week ago just to find something perfect for tonight.

A sleek, dark navy gown with a slit up the side, elegant but not too showy. Subtle jewelry, hair done up just the way you liked. You looked nice, good, even.

Unfortunately, good didn’t seem like enough for tonight.

Tonight, you were going to a red-carpet charity gala in Toronto on the arm of Leafs winger William Nylander.

You had been dating for a while at this point, but it would be the first time you would accompany him to such an event.

William was adjusting his cufflinks nearby, looking completely at ease in the tailored black tux.

You caught his reflection in the mirror. His blonde hair was slicked back, his jawline sharp and eyes bright. He looked like a movie star.

He was famous after all, but it was more than that. He glowed in places like this.

You felt lucky but at the same time incredibly nervous.

“You ready, älskling?” he asked, smiling at you in the mirror.

“Yeah,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Let´s do this.”

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The venue was stunning. All marble floors, hanging chandeliers and tall windows overlooking the Toronto skyline.

Cameras flashed as you and William stepped out of the car. He held your hand the whole time, even as the mass of reporters shouted his name.

“William! Over here!”

“William, who are you wearing?”

“Is this your girlfriend?”

You clung to his side, eyes darting everywhere.

He leaned down, whispering softly against your ear as he sensed your unease, “You´re doing great.”

The moment you got inside, though, the swam began.

First, it was a group of women, models, maybe, with perfect hair and bright red lips. They recognized him immediately.

“Willy! Oh my God, I didn’t know you would be here tonight!” one of them almost shouted, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

She didn’t even spare you a glance.

Another one giggled, resting a hand on his arm. “I swear you get more handsome every year.”

You laughed politely, stepping a little closer to him. he didn’t move away, but he didn’t say much either, just gave them that soft, easy smile he used in public.

That professional smile you saw him spot many times before.

More women joined throughout the night. Models. Other attendees wives. Influencers. All gorgeous, all confident, all dressed to kill.

And every time they looked straight at William and barely at you. Some didn’t even hide they scanned him from head to toe.

It was starting to bother you, but you didn’t want to be that girlfriend. The clingy, insecure one. So, you smiled, sipped champagne and stayed close but not too close.

But your chest was getting tighter by the minute.

You started comparing.

You dress wasn’t as bold. You shoes weren’t as high. You didn’t have that high-society polish that they all seemed to carry effortlessly.

The way they walked, talked and flirted, it was like they belonged here, and you were just someone tagging along.

At one point, while William was chatting with a group of other Toronto athletes, you stepped away to the restroom.

You needed a break.

Your cheeks were hot, and not from the champagne or the warmth inside the building.

Why did you feel so small? You were the one here with him after all.

You knew William loved you. He told you all the time, but here, tonight, he fit so well in this world of flashing lights and glamorous women.

You couldn’t stop wondering, what if someday he realized he wanted someone more like them?

You swallowed the lump in your throat and pressed your lips together, trying to shake it off. He hadn’t done anything to even give you remotely the impression that he would.

You just needed a second to breathe.

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When you came back out, you saw him standing near the bar. A tall blonde was leaning in close to him, hand resting lightly on his chest as she laughed at something he said.

It punched you in the stomach immediately.

You turned back towards the hallway and ducked outside to the balcony. It was quieter out there, the city lights glittering below.

You leaned against the stone railing and took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around yourself even though it wasn’t that cold tonight.

You didn’t cry, but the tears picked at the corner of your eyes.

You heard the door slide open behind you a few minutes after initially stepping out.

“Hey,” William said softly.

You didn’t turn around right away, the sound of his voice making the tears threaten to fall any second.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “I just needed some air.”

“I noticed,” he said, coming up beside you now. “Are you okay?”

You hesitated for a second. Debating to tell him the truth.

“I´m fine,” you lied instead. “Just a little overwhelmed with it all.”

William watched you for a second after that. “Something is wrong,” he pointed out.

You looked up at him finally and that was when your voice cracked. “I don’t fit in here, Will. I feel like I´m just standing in the background while all these girls throw themselves at you.”

His expression fell instantly. “What?”

“They´re all so confident and glamorous and they look like they belong with someone like you. Meanwhile I´m just me.”

He was quiet for a beat, his brow furrowing. Then he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Älskling” he mumbled, the Swedish term of endearment sending shivers down your spine. “You´re the only person I see in a room like this.”

You scoffed a little, not because you didn’t want to believe him, but because it felt too good to be true.

“I´m serious,” he said, stepping closer. “You think I care about them or that any of them matter to me?”

You looked down. “I know you don’t mean to make me feel this way, but when they look at you like that, it just…it gets in my head. I start wondering if I´m good enough.”

Williams hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face up. “You are good enough. You´re more than enough and you´re everything to me.”

Your eyes burned.

“They don’t know me,” he said gently. “But you do. You know the dumb stuff I watch when I´m sick, the way I get grumpy when I haven’t eaten. You´ve seen me at my worst and still love me. That means more than some girl laughing at my jokes for five minutes.”

You swallowed hard. “But they´re all so…”

“Älskling,” he interrupted you softly. “I don’t want them. I want you. Always.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly, slow and sure. His hand stayed on your waist, grounding you.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I know I don’t say this nearly enough,” he murmured. “But I love you. Not because you came here with me tonight or because you look amazing in that dress…which you do by the way. But because you´re you and nothing any of them say or do is ever gonna change that.”

You blinked quickly, trying to keep your tears from falling. “Do you really mean that?” you asked quietly.

“I swear on every hair product in the bathroom,” he laughed, and you joined in a second later.

He smiled at the sound. “Are you coming back inside?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.

He took your hand again, and this time, you didn’t feel like you were trailing behind him. You felt like you were right where you belonged.

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Inside, the event was still in full swing, but William didn’t drift back into the crowd.

Instead, he led you to one of the cocktail tables off to the side, ordered you a drink and sat beside you with his arm around your shoulder.

When people came up to him, he smiled, but he didn’t entertain them for long.

When another woman approached with that flirty tone, he didn’t give her the polite brush-off. He simply turned to you and kissed your cheek.

It was a small thing, but in that moment it felt big.

You saw the woman blink, then glance between the two of you before she smiled politely and excused herself.

William leaned into you. “Better?”

You leaned into him, heart full. “Much.”

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Back in your hotel room later that night, everything felt quieter and softer, like the tension of the evening had finally melted away, leaving just you and William, as you were meant to be.

You kicked off your heels the second the door closed, groaning in relief. “My feet are killing me.”

William chuckled and dropped the room key on the table. “You looked incredible, though.”

You gave him a look. “My toes are genuinely numb. I think beauty might actually be pain.”

He laughed in acknowledgement while he was already slipping off his tuxedo jacket and loosening his tie. “Do you need help with the dress?”

You turned around without answering and he unzipped it slowly, carefully, almost sensually.

His fingers brushed the bare skin of your back, lingering just a little longer than necessary.

You didn’t stop him.

Once free, you let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it, his glaze roaming over your body until you tugged on the hotel robe.

William toed off his shoes and changed into sweats and a shirt while you whipped off our makeup and tossed your jewelry on the nightstand.

Finally, the two of you ended up on the bed. Him stretched out, you curled into his side with your legs draped over his.

You felt warm, safe and exhausted.

William pulled the blanket over you both, one hand resting on your thigh, the other scrolling through photos on his phone.

“Look at this one,” he said, holding up a picture of you two from the red carpet. “We look hot together.”

“Speak for yourself,” you laughed.

“Babe,” he groaned in disbelief, setting the phone down. “Don’t make me fight you on this again.”

You buried your face in his chest. “I know. I´m sorry. I just… it was a lot tonight. Seeing how people look at you and how those women flock to you. I just felt like I didn’t measure up…”

He shook his head immediately. “You don’t have to measure up to anyone. You´re not in competition.”

You looked up at him. “It´s hard not to feel like I am in those situations.”

Willima stat up straighter, shifting so you were facing each other fully. “Okay. Listen to me,” he started gently. “I love you. Not you on a red carpet or you in a dress. You. The one who is always honest with me and weird and overthinks everything while trying to be chill even when you´re clearly not. I love every part of that.”

Your eyes prickled again, but you smiled.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I know I´m used to this stuff. The events and the attention and the cameras, but I don’t care about that stuff. The second you walked away tonight; I couldn’t focus on anything else. I was standing there thinking where you went because I didn’t want to do any of it without you.”

You swallowed and then mumbled. “I didn’t want to make it about me.”

“You are it for me,” he said without hesitation. “You´re the best part of my life. These nights don’t mean anything without you in them.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed in the best way.

He reached for your hand, playing with your fingers as he spoke. “I´m never going to let anyone make you feel like you don’t belong. Especially not in a room I´m in.”

After a short pause he continued before you could interject. “You´re mine and I´m yours. That´s it. That’s the whole story.”

“William,” you breathed, voice tight with emotion.

He leaned in and kissed you. Soft, slow and grounding. The kind of kiss that said “I see you and I choose you. Again, and again.”

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours like it had on the balcony earlier in the night.

“You´re the only one I want to come home to. After a shitty practice or a bad game, after a long road trip or just dinner with the guys, for as long as you will have me.”

You blinked fast, but the tears slipped out anyway.

You let out a quiet laugh. “God, I´m a mess tonight.”

He smiled and kissed you again. “You´re my mess.”

You curled tighter into him, heart full in a way that had nothing to do with the champagne or fancy clothes or flashing lights.

It was just him, just the warmth of his body and the quiet of this moment along with the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his life.

This time you believed it. Not because he said it, but because you knew he really meant it.

[angels-hideaway]

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 III

Chapter I ;; Chapter II

vampire!Caitlyn Kiramman x peasant!fem! Reader

c/w: descriptions of gore, blood etc. intoxication, mild nsfw. Reader has comphet too.

w/c: 6.2k

a/n: ITS FINALLY HERE! Sorry it took long, I was going back and forth on a lot of things and even caught some writers block😵‍💫. I’m happy I could get it out to everyone though! Thank you for all the support on this personal fantasy fic!

summary: As you and Caitlyn finally confront your feelings for each other, ghosts from your past return, leading you to commit an atrocity you can’t take back. SONGS: waltz no.2 by Cihat Aşkin, albinoni/Arr. Giazotto: Adagio in G minor, Melting Waltz by Abel Korzeniowski, Vocalise, Op. 34, no. 14 by sergi Rachmaninoff, A Heart Made of Yarn by Franz Gordon. (Happy listening!)

“Wait for me!” You yelled for the boy in front of you. Cassian, your friend, was already racing through the woods. A small branch in his hand. “Ugh, all you girls are so slow!” He pouts, finally stopping for you to catch up. “I’m not slow! This dress is just not good for running…” you mumbled. Cassian grabbed your hand and led you towards the castle. “The adults never let us come up here…They say a vampire lives inside.”

You admired the beautiful gothic architecture with awe. “A vampire?” Your eyes were wide with childlike wonder and curiosity. “I’d sure like to meet them.” Cassian’s face contorts. “Meet them? I’d like to kill’em! This branch probably won’t do though…” he tosses it away. “I’ll need something bigger. I’ll make a fine vampire hunter when I grow up! And you’ll be my wife.” His chest puffs up with confidence.

“But I don’t-” 

“oh it’s okay. I’ll take care of you!” He cuts you off. “Okay…”

Your eyes flickered open. Now awake from your dream, you remember Cassian. A childhood friend who pursued you relentlessly. As he grew up, he became overbearing and pushy. You once convinced yourself that you were in love with him, but it wasn’t working. You never once felt love for anyone, but you wanted to. Being unmarried at your age was already unusual. You tried to love Cassian, but no matter how much time you spent with him, you couldn’t.

 As your senses woke, you noticed that there was a strange weight on top of you. When you attempted to sit up and  look to your side tiredly, you were met with Caitlyn’s glowing blue eyes. She grinned before pushing you to lie back down. “Let’s stay like this. Don’t move.” You were too tired to argue. You could feel her shift to listen to your heart beat. “You’re so sweet like this… All cozy and warm.” She moves again to wrap her arms around your waist and pull you in to her. “Caitlyn?” She presses her forehead to yours. “Yes, dear?” 

“Uhm.. what are you doing?” She makes a strange face, but replies “I’m just spending time with you. Before I feed.” 

“That’s tonight?” She nods, breathing in the scent of your hair. 

“I’ve been waiting all week. I can’t get enough of you.” She traces your body with one hand that stops on your hip. “Do you enjoy being a vampire?” You ask. “You’re always so excited when it’s time.” She stops and thinks for a moment. “I wouldn’t say I enjoy it. I simply get to enjoy some unorthodox benefits. Like watching you slowly weaken underneath me, like a wilting rose in my garden.” 

“That’s quite poetic…” your eyes meet her in an intense stare.

She sits up, and cages you beneath her. Her bare arms are on either side of your head, and it’s only then you notice she’s almost completely naked. Her shirt isn’t buttoned all the way, and you can see all the way down to the start of her stomach. “What? Never seen a body besides your own?” She notices your strange reaction. Caitlyn seems comfortable with nudity. “No it’s just, that makes this a lot more intimate.” 

“I suppose it does. Are you okay with that?” Her sly grin makes your heart stir. She knows what she’s doing to you. “Uhm, yes.” 

“That’s my girl.” She hugs you gently, before dragging her tongue up the side of your neck. She was being very sensual tonight. “Well, wherever you’re ready.” You tell her. Caitlyn lays you back down and lays next to you herself. She stays like that for a while, just relaxing before rolling on top of you, and pinning your arms above your head. “So helpless. I love fragile little creatures.” 

Her teeth sink into your neck like they belong there. She reciprocates any sound you make with one of her own. You’ll whine in pain, and she’ll groan in pleasure. Your body begins to feel fuzzy again, and you wrap your arms around Caitlyn’s bare back to hold you steady. Every time she’s fed from you, she drinks more each time. Her body tenses and twitches whenever you make a sound of pleasure from the drug controlling your psyche. 

Your arms fall back to your sides, and Caitlyn seizes the opportunity to intertwine her fingers with yours like clockwork. When she finally releases you, she sighs and brushes the stray hair from your face. “You sound so beautiful when you’re in pain. I can’t decide if it’s prettier than the sounds you make when you’re high off venom.” She lies back down and cradles you against her.

“Caitlyn?” That was the longest she’s ever bitten you, meaning this is the most venom you’ve ever had in your system. You can feel it coursing through your veins, and altering your thoughts. You almost enjoy the sensation of being high from it. You’re Caitlyn’s. The crest you still wear around your neck proves that. You’re her blood bank, forever. Meanwhile she’s gazing at you with hazy eyes. “What’s going through your head right now, my dear? Tell me.” She gets up and squeezes out a wet rag on the table next to the bed.

“Caitlyn…” you mumble as she places the cool rag on your forehead. “Oh really? Is that all?” She checks your pulse. “Again. Do it again. Take as much as you want. Drain me, please.” She relishes in your desperate words and sighs in satisfaction. “Aww, I wish I could. Unfortunately doing that may risk never tasting you again, so I’ll have to decline. Now, get some rest.” She kisses your forehead, leaving a lip stain of  your own blood.

That wasn’t the first of many odd interactions. Just yesterday, she left a bouquet of fresh roses at your door for you when you woke up. It’s also become a habit of hers to go out at night and surprise you with new dresses and luxuries. The breakfasts you wake up to become more elaborate too.

Sometimes, she’d dance with you at night too. She’d just be in her study and get up, make her way to wherever you’re seated, bow, kiss your hand, and ask: “May I have this dance?” Then, she’d dance with you slowly, holding your hand gently, with her other arm around your waist. She does this while looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world. There wouldn’t even be any music most of the time. Sometimes she’d hum a song, or sometimes she’d just dance with you in silence.

Is it possible that Caitlyn is in love with you? But that would mean that you’re her one and only. The book said so. Kiramman vampires love one and never again. What would you do if that really was the case? 

“Darling? Are you awake?” Caitlyn peers into your room one night. She comes inside and sits at the side of your bed. “Is something the matter, Caitlyn?” She shakes her head no. “I’m just checking on you. Any more nightmares?” She rests one hand on your thigh. “Not recently. I think I’m okay now.” She starts to rub up and down your thigh through the blankets. “That’s good…” She squeezes gently. 

“Caitlyn, I had a question.” You sit up and prop yourself against some pillows. “Feel free to ask me anything, darling.”  She smiles reassuringly. “If a vampire fell in love, what would happen?” You knew the answer already from the book, but you just wanted to see what she would say. “If I fell in love?…Well, I’d treat them very well and love them forever. I can only love one person in my life, so they would be my everything.” She doesn’t break eye contact the whole time she says that. “And you?” She says. “What?”

“What would happen if a sweet girl like you fell in love?” She’s smiling softly. “I’m nothing special, so nothing fantastical like having one true love or anything like you… I suppose I would want to be with them. Maybe I’d be too shy to ask, or maybe I’d be forward and tell them as soon as I figured out how I felt.”

“Really? How wonderful it must be to fall in love. I never knew that sort of love in my life. I only knew lust.” She looks remorseful. You question further. “Never in your human life did you fall in love? Not with any of your uhm, partners?”

“No. Maybe I could have, but that wasn’t what I was looking for. All I wanted was that feeling watching a girl unravel beneath me provided. Power, maybe?” She thinks on it some more, but looks back to you with renewed curiosity. “What about you? Have you ever been in love?” 

“Me? Well, not exactly.”

“That’s a strange answer. It’s usually a yes or a no.”

“Well, I would say yes, but I think it was more so me wanting to feel love. There was someone: a boy named Cassian.” Caitlyn looks very focused on your story. “And you loved him?”

“I wanted to. I never felt romantic love for anyone. I wanted to, but it just never happened. I think something’s…wrong with me.” Caitlyn comes to your side and brings you into a hug. “Nothing is wrong with you.” She hugs you tighter. “You just didn’t love him, and that’s okay. I’m confident that somewhere, there’s someone who loves you very much…”

“Caitlyn.” You lean into her grasp, and she lays you down gently. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love you, if that counts for anything.” She drags one thumb over your bottom lip. “Someone so kind and understanding of me, someone who doesn’t run away.” Her hair falls onto your face

“You love me too, don’t you? Please say you do.” She lowers herself to lie on top of you in a smothering hug. “ I think I do.”

“That’s enough for me, my love. Let me cherish you here, forever.” Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Your eyes are still open just from the surprise, but Caitlyn’s fingers dragging over your face urge you to close them. She kisses you with as much hunger as she does love. Her fangs scratch your lips, and the taste of your own blood taints the taste of her kiss. 

When the two of you part, a thin, string of saliva still connects you. Caitlyn’s lips look glossy and you can feel her breath on your face. There’s a moment of silence where she gazes at you with eyes filled with adoration. “Thank you.” She whispers. 

When you wake up in the morning, Caitlyn is asleep. She’s nocturnal, so you leave her in bed. She kissed you. She kissed you hard. You raise your hand to your lips, and touch them gently. You can even feel the little cut left by Caitlyn’s fangs. You were her one and only love. She loved you. The thought made you feel like swooning. 

That evening, you hear the soft meow of Whisper, and see the cat appear from a dark hall. “Whisper? Is something the matter?” The cat seems tense. Her fur is raised and pupils dilated.

You follow the cat up the stairs to the balcony of the castle. “Whisper?” The cat stops. Walking out onto the balcony, you look out over the village and the woods. It’s only sunset, but you can see a trail of smoke rising from the direction of Crows-Wood. It had to be a fire, but the village wasn’t burning. A bonfire. You can feel your stomach drop with dread. Crows-wood only threw large bonfire parties before a hunt. Not just any vampire hunt though, they were sending off a group. You remember them distinctly. The people chugging ale and screaming at the top of their lungs, the vampire corpses and caricatures being paraded on sticks, and the slew of weapons the hunters were preparing to head off with. You always stayed inside during these just because they disturbed you so much. Who could celebrate the murder of anything with such fervor?

A group of vampire hunters were being rallied to head this very way to kill Caitlyn. When you realize this, you rush back to your bedroom, with Whisper following. “Caitlyn! Caitlyn wake up, please!” You shook her cold body into waking. She was still in your bed, sleeping as peacefully as when you left her. That was the case until your frantic shaking and tears woke her. “Darling please, what’s the matter?” She takes your hands gently to stop them from shaking her. “Crows-Wood! A bonfire they’re- they’re-”

“Shhh, my love.” She sits up and pulls you in against her chest. “Calm down. You can explain once you’ve done that.” Whisper leaps onto the bed and settles next to Caitlyn. 

“Now, speak slowly and tell me what’s going on.” You pull away from Caitlyn and look her in the eyes. “Crows-Wood is sending a group of hunters this way. I saw them celebrating over a bonfire.” Caitlyn’s expression grows grim. “How many do they usually send in a group?” You try and recall from your memories. “Uhm… five or six.” Caitlyn sighs. “I can take them, but I’ll need your help.”

“What do you need!? I’ll do anything.” She smiles at you and brushes your hair away from your neck. “I hate to ask this of you, but I’m at my strongest when I drink human blood.” 

“Of course! Take as much as you need.” You pull your dress down to expose your shoulder. The night has fully set in now. Caitlyn’s hand brushes your cheek, and she pulls you in for a kiss. She pulls herself back from your lips to kiss your chin, and continues down to leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. “Caitlyn…” You whisper her name into the room that’s growing ever darker. She nuzzles into the crook of your neck before biting down. Her hands wander down your body, to the small of your back to palm at your rear. Her touch is gentle, but firm.

When she’s finished, she lifts you bridal style and leaves your bedroom. “It’d be too easy to find you here. I’m sure it’s you they’re really after. I’ll bring you to my room.” You’re semi-conscious during the walk there. Caitlyn’s bedroom is” deeper into the castle. She sets you down on a large bed that smells like her. Old fragrances and roses.“Promise me you won’t move. Please just stay here.” She tucks your intoxicated body into the blankets, and leaves. 

You’re woken by the sound of screaming, stomach-twisting wails of pain, and crashes. You’re still high off of the venom, but you stumble out of Caitlyn’s bed to see what’s going on. You’re vision is swimming and you’re feet feel heavy. You have to get to Caitlyn. She needs you. You need her. 

“They’re here.”

The hunters have arrived, and are fighting with Caitlyn as you lean on walls to navigate the castle. She told you not to move, but you couldn’t just lie there and hope she came back alive. You wanted to help. How would you help in the state you were in? Even you didn’t know. You’d manage somehow. By the time you make it to the stairs, you can see the gory display. Three men lie dead on the floor, choking on their own blood as it seeps from gashes in their throats. Their faces are forever expressing regret and horror. The two left are injured, but Caitlyn seems to be tired too. She’s holding up well, but you can tell her energy has depleted. 

“Where is she!? If you’ve killed her I’ll drag you out into the sun come daylight!” An all too familiar voice screams out. Cassian? He’s part of the group? “I’d never lay a finger on her.” Caitlyn rasps, grabbing the other assailant and crushing his throat to fleshy mush in her bare hand. The sickening sight is followed by the snap of his bones. All the times she’s touched you, she’s been perfectly capable of something like that. Cassian yells out in rage, and charges at Caitlyn, wooden steak in hand. Caitlyn seems ready to defend herself until he pulls a small wooden cross from his pocket. The sound of Caitlyn’s scream surprised you. She sounds horrified. So crosses really do affect vampires that much. Caitlyn loses her footing and falls back.

No. This can’t be happening. She killed four of them and the last one standing will manage to kill her? And Cassian of all people? You had to do something. Caitlyn looks melancholic on the ground. It’s like she could get up, but won’t. She just lies there as Cassian aims his wooden steak at her heart. 

Neither of them noticed you rushing down the stairs.

With a gut wrenching scream, you plunge a dagger from a dead man’s hands into his back. Cassian barely has any life left to turn around and look at you. “You’re…alive.” He utters before falling to the ground. Still lost in the venom and your fear, you continue to stab his dead body over and over and over again, screaming all the while. You finally stop when Caitlyn pulls the dagger from your hands, and brings you into a tight hug. “No no no this was never supposed to happen.” She whispers. You sob into her chest from the shock and repulsion. You killed a man. Not just any man, but one you knew since childhood. One who came all this way to rescue you. 

“Darling look at me please, look at me.” Caitlyn wipes your tears with her thumbs and forces you to look at her. Shes looking at you like she doesn’t recognize you. “He was going to kill you I- I couldn’t let him take you away from me!” You’re spouting nonsense as you try to make sense of your impulsive action. “Shh shh shh..” Caitlyn just urges you to be quiet, and hugs you close. You can taste his blood in your mouth. “I- I’ll run you a hot bath, and we can soak together okay? It’s okay.” Caitlyn clearly is not sure what to do with you. You killed for her. Something so much more than a flimsy declaration of love. 

 You’re seated between Caitlyn’s legs as she hugs you from behind while you both soak in the hot bath. You haven’t said a word since you killed Cassian. Caitlyn is concerned. Every so often, she’ll attempt to coax a conversation out of you. “Are you hurt anywhere?” Silence. You cannot speak. “… This might not be the right time, but thank you. At that moment, when I was there on the ground, I was just so…” Her voice breaks. “Tired. Tired of fighting, of hiding, I just was ready to die. But then I remembered you. I remembered that I didn’t want to leave you, because I love you.” She holds you tighter, making the water slosh around the bathtub. You can feel her chin on your head, and her breasts against your back. “But it was too late. I was on the ground, and a wooden steak was inches from my heart. That’s when you attacked him. I would be dead if it wasn’t for you. I wish you didn’t have to do that, and part of me wishes I had died instead of staining your hands with blood, but thank you.” 

She lifts you out of the bath, and drys you off herself. Caitlyn doesn’t take you to your bedroom that night, she lets you sleep in her bed with her. She doesn’t bother putting a nightgown on you, and just leaves you in your underwear. She talks you to sleep, before leaving to clean up the mess of blood and dead bodies. When she returns to bed, sitting at your side, Caitlyn does something she thought to be impossible.

She cries.

She can hardly believe it herself when she feels the first tear roll down her cheek, but they don’t stop. She shouldn’t be able to cry. She can’t. Her body is frozen in time, unable to produce blood, tears, waste, anything. So why is she crying? Since turning, this is Caitlyn’s first time crying for someone besides herself. Her first tears that didn’t stem from selfishness, but from how overwhelmingly guilty she felt for what you did for her. She doesn’t try and stop them, but just lets her tears fall. Caitlyn goes to sleep that night with you by her side, feeling a little more human than normal.

You wake up screaming. There’s blood everywhere. On your hands, in your mouth, and even in your eyes. Cold arms pull you back down to the bed and hold you steady. “Shhh my love. I’m sorry…” You manage to calm yourself, and relax into Caitlyn’s arms. “This is all my fault.” She whispers. “No please don’t blame yourself. I did what I did all on my own.” You reply. “Caitlyn, do you think we have to leave the castle?” Caitlyn seems to be thinking. 

“Maybe, but for now, I think we’re safe.” She intertwined her legs with yours beneath the sheets. Her lips find yours in a soft kiss. Her fingers thread through your hair, and between kisses she whispers. “I love you. I’m grateful for what you did, even if I wish it hadn’t happened. I’m truly sorry.”

“That was him.” You admitted.

“What?” Caitlyn’s lost. “That was the man I told you about. The one I tried to love.” Caitlyn gasps quietly. “I see.” She’s avoiding your gaze. “He was looking for you. That whole time he kept badgering me on what he’d do if I hurt you.” She sounds annoyed. “Honestly, it seems like he loved you. He wanted you back from me. He said you were his.” Her tone sounds angry, yet collected. 

When Caitlyn notices you’re asleep again, she sighs and kisses your lips once more before laying you down. 

When you wake up, Caitlyn’s asleep. Whisper is meowing at the end of the bed. You feel a bit better after all the commotion last night. It’s still hard to believe you killed anyone. Heading downstairs, you check to see if the bodies and carnage are still there. It’s not. Caitlyn must have cleaned it. Killing Cassian almost felt like being born again yourself. It was as if you truly accepted yourself for what you were, standing there, covered in his blood. Someone who could never love a man, no matter how much he urged you to. Every time he stated you’d marry him, the advances he’d make, offerings to your parents, and shouting matches that ended in your tears came crashing down. 

You had decided where you stood the moment you stabbed him. Going against your own people for a vampire. You wanted to stay with Caitlyn forever, and that’s something humanity wouldn’t allow. You’d ask her to turn you into one of her own tonight. You’d be a vampire too.

That night, you wait up for Caitlyn. As usual, she comes into your room to check on you. “Awake this late, my love?” She joins you on your bed, guiding you to lean your head on her shoulder. “Caitlyn, Would it be possible for me to become a vampire?” She freezes. “Why would you want to do that?” 

“I abandoned my humanity the moment I killed Cassian. I want to be with you forever, even if it means becoming a monster.” Caitlyn looks at you fondly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. Sure you’ve killed, but so have many men. Asking to be like me is asking to be forsaken by god. Besides, I’d never get to taste your blood that way again.” 

“A vampire can’t drink another vampires blood?” She laughs. “No. When my family was still around, we tried that. Vampires need the blood of others because we can no longer produce any ourselves. There’s no blood to take from me, or any other vampire.” An explanation that makes sense. You’re proposal sounded foolish now. 

“I’m sorry. I haven’t been in my right mind.” Caitlyn strokes your back reassuringly. “I understand. Back when I killed for the first time, I was horrified by myself. The difference between you and me is that you don’t need to kill again. I shouldn’t have to either, yet the people of Crows-Wood insist on making me. I was ready to give up, and just let them kill me.” She sounds exhausted. She’s been alive for more than a century, and the whole time she’s been hunted. You can’t even imagine the stress and fear. Before all of this, you thought she had nothing to be afraid of. Safe to say your views have changed.

“I don’t think dying would have been much better.” You say. Caitlyn scoffs. “I’ve been dead a long time. Death comes for us all. In the end, we’re all equal in the eyes of death. Something that life hasn’t granted me.” 

“But doesn’t it scare you?”

“I stopped fearing it a long time ago. It doesn’t matter how scared you are, because every death is equally tragic. Even for those some consider evil.” You sit there in silence with her, letting the words she spoke swim around in your head. “I’m lucky I got to meet you though.” She kisses your cheek. “I’m happy I met you too.” You return with a kiss to her lips. It’s almost like you can’t stop kissing each other. The kiss grows and continues, until Caitlyn’s on top of you. Her hands are in your hair and you can feel her tongue in your mouth. You don’t stop kissing her until it’s physically impossible for you to continue. Caitlyn watches you gasp for breath with that same hazy expression like when she feeds. 

“I should leave.” She huffs. “Why? I was thinking that since I couldn’t become a vampire like you, that we could at least…” she stops you with a finger to your lips. “Please don’t say what I think you’re trying to. You must remember that I’m still a creature who runs on her instincts at the end of the day. I don’t know if I could do that with you without getting you hurt. Sex is what made me this way in the first place.” You reach out to cup her face in your hands. “But that was when it was purely for your pleasure alone, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to take the chance. No matter how much I’d like to.” She tears her gaze away from you and sits up at the edge of your bed. You feel a wave of disappointment wash over you.

“Caitlyn I’m sure it’ll be fine. Please?” You follow her and wrap your arms around her from behind. “Darling, please don’t entice me. I’d love to, really, but I just don’t want to hurt you. Please just get some sleep okay? It’s getting late for a human to be awake.” She pries your hands off of her and stands up. “Sweet dreams, my love. I’ll be here if you need me.” And just like that, she leaves. 

Caitlyn wanted you badly, but she couldn’t let herself falter. Make the same mistake she did a century ago, and use you for her own benefit. Caitlyn’s back slid down the door as she sat down on the floor, pressing her fingers to her temple in thought. She already was using you. Using you like cattle that she could feed off of. Caitlyn wants to love you, but her past won’t leave her alone. She can’t tell if she loves you, or if she’s reverted to her past ways. She stands up and rests her forehead against your door. How she longed to go back, but she knew what would happen if she did. Hesitantly, she leaves to go read and distract herself. 

You fall back on your bed with a sigh of frustration. You couldn’t force her. You went to sleep that night with a new way to think of death, and a burning desire for the one who inspired that way of thought. Sleep didn’t come easy that night. After tossing and turning, and many fantasies of your vampire lover, you finally got some rest.

In the days that pass, Caitlyn certainly notices your increasingly clingy state. She tries not to think about it, or what it implies at all, but it’s almost impossible. She wants to make sure that she loves you for who you are, and not just the lust she feels. 

The next few days are peaceful. There are no raging mobs or groups of men marching up the mountain to have Caitlyn’s head, and you can finally sleep at night without thinking about murder. That is until you hear the sound of a glass bottle shattering in the night, waking you and Whisper up instantly. 

The cat hisses and slips out of your bedroom, and you follow. You follow the sound of glass being swept, and end up at the old wine cellar underneath the castle. Caitlyn is cleaning up glass shards as blood seeps into the stone flooring. When she notices you, she looks embarrassed. “Did I wake you? My apologies.” Once all the glass is cleaned she stares at the blood in defeat. “How am I meant to clean this?… a mop I suppose.” She gets a mop and begins to sop the liquid up. “Are you feeling alright?” Caitlyn shakes her head no. “It’s a full moon tonight. So far I’ve been this way without you noticing, but cravings get worse on nights like these. My hands were shaking so badly I dropped a bottle.” 

“What kind of blood is that?” She stops moving. “It’s…cow’s.” Something tells you it’s not cow’s blood. Maybe a humans? You hope not.

“Alright.” You decide not to pry. “It’s only two or three more days until you can drink from me. If you want, we could just do it earlier if the craving is that bad.” She whirls around. “Absolutely not. In this state, I’d loose control almost instantly. I could kill you.” Her hands start shaking again. “Uhm, I can finish cleaning, and you can get a drink.” You propose. She nods hastily and drops the mop, instantly moving to sort through her array of bottles. When she choose one, she doesn’t even bother to pour it in the glass. She just drinks straight from the bottle.

She sighs in relief when she finally puts the bottle down, and it’s almost completely empty. A little bit of blood is running down her chin and her chest is heaving. “Don’t look at me, please. Stay away before I lose my mind.” She genuinely seems ashamed of her behavior.  “Caitlyn, is there anything I can do to help?” You approach her slowly. She sets down the bottle and uses a handkerchief from the table to wipe the blood from her chin. “Help me? Oh, I don’t think there’s any way you can. Just don’t come near me until tomorrow night.” Her voice is unsteady, and her eyes can’t seem to focus on your face. 

“I think I’ll go lay down.” Caitlyn excuses herself and leaves the cellar. You finish cleaning, and decide to go search for her. You find Caitlyn in her bed on her stomach, with her arms hugging a pillow that her face is buried in. “Caitlyn?”

“Yes?” She looks up and over her shoulder at you. Her eyes look tired and she’s paler than usual. “You look sick. Are you really okay? There’s nothing I can do?” She merely pats the free space on the bed next to her. That’s all you needed to see. As you make your way towards her, something about Caitlyn feels off. You sit down on the bed next to her, and she doesn’t react at all. You’re caught off guard when she suddenly cages you against her chest with her arms. Her strength is uncanny, but steady. You trust she won’t hurt you by applying too much force. 

“I told you to stay away.”

“I was worried. You’re acting strange.” 

“Strange? I’m already a vampire. I don’t know how I could get stranger.” You try to pull away from her, but her hold on you is iron clad. “Why are you holding me so tightly?” You’re a little annoyed by her. Caitlyn tries to relax her grip, but it doesn’t make much of a difference. “Like I said. I run on instinct. I’m not human. Right now, my body wants to suck you dry because of that wretched moon. That’s why I can’t let go. It’s torture.” You try and relax your muscles to make this less uncomfortable for you. “And nothing I can do could make it less unbearable?” 

“Maybe if you left, and I didn’t see you, but I don’t think that’s an option anymore.” 

She slowly leans into your face, pressing her forehead to yours and sighing. “You smell so good…” her voice is still shaking, and her hands follow suit. “Uhm, thank you.” 

“I’d never hurt you on purpose, you know that right?” Her arms finally loosen, and move to begin undoing your dress. “Uhm-yes I know.”

“So would you be okay if I bit you early? I know I said I wouldn’t but damn it all. I promise I won’t take a lot. I’ll be gentle.” She says between kissing down your collar bone, and forcing you to lay down. The kisses make you irrational. All you want is for her to give you more.

“Yes, that’s fine. Just a small bite.” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy her sucking you blood. The practice felt like you were closer to her than ever before. The pain felt good, and the pleasure even better. It was sacred, and intimate. Caitlyn pulls down your dress to expose your breasts to the cool castle air. Her fingers trace over the buds of your nipples, making them harden quickly. “You’re not biting my neck?” Caitlyn chuckles. “Mm, I’ve gotten quite tired of that. I want to bite you somewhere else. Somewhere more personal.” She lifts you with her arm around your lower back. Your back is arched, and your chest is completely vulnerable to her. You can feel Caitlyn’s tongue glide around your right breast until it settles on your nipple. When she bites down on the surrounding flesh, you whine in pain, but the hurt quickly disintegrates as her venom is pumped straight into your veins.

Caitlyns eyes never look away from you, and the longer she’s latched onto you, the brighter her eyes glow. When she finally lets go, your breast is left cold and wet with her saliva. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it..” She’s more herself after receiving human blood. She adjusts your dress so you’re covered again. “You’re irresistible. Not to mention how fast your heart was beating. You can feel it too can’t you? How fast it’s going?” Sure enough, you think your heart may burst from your chest. You feel euphoric. “I think you like this. The blood sucking I mean. Just look at your face right now.” She chuckles and checks your pulse as usual. “This isn’t good. This isn’t the first time I’ve broken our rules.” She sounds like she’s talking to herself more than to you. “From now on, I’ll never break the rules again. I’ll never feed off of you off schedule ever.”

And she tries. She really does try, but sometimes the tension between you two is unbearable. Sometimes, Caitlyn will shut herself in her room just to avoid giving in again. You’re doing okay physically though, as long as she doesn’t do it more than four times in a row. When you get dressed in the morning, or undressed at night, you’re body is littered in bruises and bite marks. She’s gotten into the habit of biting you in unconventional places. Your arms, thighs (a favorite), and more. Not all of them are from blood sucking, some are just hickies. Caitlyn’s tried to just mark you normally as a way of “simulating” what it’d be like to actually bite you. You never thought you’d be in a relationship with someone who craves you so carnally. You’ll spot her looking at you like she wants to eat you alive from time to time. Her ice blue eyes burn through you, making you feel bare and exposed before her. The lingering touches, the soft, quiet times, and even the violent, intense moments all combine to create an addicting kind of love. 

It’s one of Whispers favorite things to do to interrupt a heavy kiss with a meow, before pouncing on either you or Caitlyn’s lap to whine for attention. Caitlyn would huff in frustration, but give in to the black cat and stroke her velvety-soft fur for a while.

You’ve gotten into the habit of waking up insanely early just to lie with Caitlyn as she goes to sleep for the day. You’ll lie there while she holds you close, like a child does their favorite toy. When she’s asleep, sometimes you’ll stay and just enjoy the early morning hours by her side. When whisper gets tired of waiting for breakfast, she’ll meow until you gently remove yourself from Caitlyn’s arms, and get started with your day.

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[aventurineswife]

hi!! i hope this request isn't too odd but could i request boothill with a reader who has sleep apnea and sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night really sick and shaky? basically shock-like symptoms in the middle of the night 😵‍💫 stuff like rapid heartbeat, intense shaking, nausea, clamminess, yknow. It usually goes away after like 20 minutes for me but it sucks 😭😭 i'd like to be comforted by boothill during one of these episodes...

“A Heart Wrapped in Steel”

Summary: After a rough night, you experience a sleep apnea episode, waking up in the middle of the night feeling sick and shaky. Boothill finds you struggling and steps in to comfort you. As he holds you through the episode, his unwavering presence and love become the anchor you need to survive the terrifying ordeal. In a rare, soft moment, Boothill proves that his protective nature goes beyond his quest for revenge—he’s there to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Sleep Apnea, Fluff, Comforting Boothill, Emotional Support, Protective Boothill, Mild Angst, Medical Episode, Healing.

Warnings: Sleep Apnea Episodes (described as rapid heartbeat, shaking, nausea, clamminess), Panic and Anxiety, Mild Emotional Distress, Physical Discomfort.

A/N: Not odd at all—I'm so sorry to hear that, I hope this fic can comfort you.

The cold of the stars barely touched you here—tucked inside the belly of Boothill’s rust-slicked ship, where the engine hummed like a tired lullaby. You’d fallen asleep to it, curled against warm blankets that smelled faintly of metal, desert wind, and him.

But tonight, the dark wasn’t quiet.

Your chest heaved with effort—lungs grabbing at air that didn’t feel real. You shot awake, gasping. Heart racing, skin clammy, vision swimming. A tremble ran through your arms, so violent you couldn’t hold your own weight. The nausea hit second. You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the sheets, trying to ride it out.

You hated this. The middle-of-the-night hell where your body rebelled and your mind scrambled to make sense of the panic, the disorientation. You hated waking up like this—sick, shaky, scared.

And then you heard it: the low, steady clank of heavy boots against the floor.

“Darlin’?”

His voice was rough from disuse—deeper in the dark. Boothill, still half-dressed in his pants and jacket, stood in the doorway with one of his pistols holstered but the other hand empty. The red gleam of his eyes narrowed when he caught sight of you, slumped and shaking.

You didn’t even need to say anything.

Boothill crossed the room in two strides and dropped to his knees beside you. “Fudge. You’re havin’ another one.” His cybernetic hand came to the back of your neck, cool and steady, guiding you to lean forward against him. “Breathe, sugar. I gotcha.”

You let yourself fall into him—against the cold metal of his chest and the soft fray of that red scarf. Your fingers clutched his sleeve.

“I can’t—my heart’s goin’ nuts—feels like—feels like—” you couldn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t need to.

“I know. I know.” Boothill’s voice was a low rumble, like a faraway thunderstorm. He pressed his forehead to yours, breath warm against your cheek. “Ain’t nothin’ takin’ you from me tonight, y’hear? Not this. Not anything.”

Your legs jerked with tremors, but he didn’t flinch. Just adjusted his hold, arms tightening around you, hand rubbing slow circles against your spine.

“Sometimes happens when you ain’t sleepin’ right, huh?” he murmured, almost to himself. “Knew I shoulda bolted that CPAP better. Hell, maybe I’ll build you a custom one. Make it prettier. With flames on the side.”

You laughed, a strangled little thing, but it helped. He always knew how to break the fear.

“I feel like I’m dying,” you whispered.

Boothill leaned back just enough to look you in the eye. His aim-marked pupils scanned every inch of your face like a targeting system on a warpath.

“You ain’t dyin’,” he said firmly. “Not while I’m here. Ain’t nobody better at pullin’ folks outta the dirt than me.”

He wrapped the scarf around your shoulders, then dragged you into his lap like you weighed nothing.

You stayed there, shaking less with each passing second. He rocked you gently, a motion that felt oddly natural for a man built for vengeance. The weight of him—iron, rage, and relentless love—was your anchor in this storm.

The worst of it passed after a while. Your breaths evened out. The nausea ebbed like a tide retreating. He didn’t move until you relaxed fully against his chest.

“Thanks,” you said hoarsely.

Boothill leaned down and kissed your temple—just once, soft as a whisper. “You don’t ever gotta thank me for takin’ care of you,” he said. “You’re my heart, [Name]. If it means sittin’ up through every damn episode like this ‘til the end of time, I’ll do it.”

His voice cracked a little at the end. You didn’t think Boothill cried. But something deep in you knew—if this ever took you away from him, he’d burn stars for revenge.

You tucked yourself tighter into his arms and whispered, “I’m okay now. Just... stay with me ‘til I fall asleep?”

“You couldn’t chase me off with a plasma cannon, darlin’.”

And with that, Boothill held you—long into the night, iron arms wrapped around flesh and bone, guarding your dreams like a cowboy angel forged in fire and loss.

[kasu-kitty]

Sometimes you just need to give your man a lil tug on his chain to remind him of his place 😵‍💫

[ditzybrainlaura]

Too deep now... You know what you need to do to take your uniform off Bambi.

It's time to drop further. Drop for cock. Only when your mouth is filled can you touch the zipper 💋💕

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[holding-on-to-josh]

i need to rant about how much i love snap back. this song is an absolute masterpiece in terms of sound, lyrics, harmonies, and meaning. me and my close friend were talking about how amazing this song was yesterday. love you avery

- it has this distinct summer sound that sounds nostalgic to me and it just feels like i’m driving toward the sunset and it gives me a feeling like everything’s gonna be okay, despite the song itself

THIS PART is so deep. it’s like you’re still running from the past, but more so you’re still THINKING about the past which is keeping you from looking into the future and seeing what’s right in front of you. this i feel is something anybody can relate to because we look back a lot on life and try to use it to improve.

This idea of refusing help and possibly pushing away people you love because of how closed off or isolated you may feel. i know for a fact that when i’m going through something or having a rough day i lash out at anyone who tries to talk to me or help, and this lyric is absolutely amazing at describing this feeling of biting the hand that helps you, then giving it stitches.

first of all, the backslide reference! these two songs feel like siblings to me. but about the lyrics, the song is talking about a backslide, a relapse, a return to something. “all of that progress lost today” “it’s a backslide”. feeling like all that work, all that progress is worth nothing because you ended up back at square one. it’s as if you were climbing a slide only to slip back down.

This is not so much about lyrics but more so about structure and sound, BECAUSE THE HARMONIES?? god when i heard those harmonies for the first time on this song i ugly sobbed for a good fifteen minutes because holy crap it sounds amazing. it feels like several different people are telling you it’s all gone, and that’s what anxiety and insecurity feels like to me, like a bunch of tiny voices telling you stuff

don’t get me STARTED on this lyric because if you’re introspective like me and you’re always trying to look into how you feel and why you feel like this, this is insanely relatable. sometimes i’m able to come up with a bunch of reasons that make sense on why i’m feeling a certain way, which can lead to me being able to feel better or deal with it better, but there are also times where i run out of excuses as to why i am this way, why i feel this way. but i just think as humans we won’t always have the answers, and that’s okay

I really like this part because he’s USING THE FALSETTOS TO COMMUNICATE TWO VOICES. he’s talking to the backslide/relapse as if it’s a person (kind of like how nico/blurryface is a person that resembles tyler’s insecurities) and it’s genius. he’s saying “welcome back to the show”, welcome BACK being that this is not a one time occurrence, but something that keeps returning, even if it’s not wanted.

the way i see it, the normal voice is his more rationale than just his insecurities, and this is shown through him saying he better move to a fresher approach, showing that he has a desire to change things up to see if it makes him feel different. and the new adaptation, in my opinion, i see it as him realizing that it may not ever go away fully, but he can adapt because humans adapt.

Let’s not forget this gem. absolute genius at lyrics tyler joseph is, and this line is evil because it cuts so deep. The fact that he’s referring to himself as having elasticity, i see it as him saying he’s changed a lot, or he’s willing to change if it means finding his way back. the feeling of knowing you’ve gotten off track and wanting to get back to where you were before, but not knowing how, so all you can do is pray that you’ll somehow get back there, to how things were before. this further contributes to the backslide theme of the song.

That’s all i have to say for now, just wanted to get that out there because i cannot listen to this song without sobbing my lungs out. 😵‍💫

[hartleychristopher]

Just a late night hot thot here about Chris being a total DILF!!!

He’d rock his dad bod💅🏼 he’s already so big and beefy😵‍💫

Yk his girl teases him so bad, loving that flustered awkward face of his whenever she calls him daddy. He only becomes more of a switch in bed after this cause like being whiny and developing a breeding kink…

He’s absolutely mortified when he overhears his bby girl’s friends start calling him one tho

#new anon🫶🏼

✮ DILF! Chris Headcanons ✮

May I present to you; Christopher “DILF” Hartley 🥵

Warnings: use of “daddy” (bc he is one), breeding k!nk, mdni 18+, switch!chris

★ the dad bod is top-tier! he’s still got his muscles—just wrapped in a layer of comfort, he’s built, but he will still finish off a plate of your kid’s abandoned Dino nuggets. A true sleeper build, looks squishy, but flexes and your panties basically poof off of your body. He’s still getting all the groceries in one trip and carrying a car seat with a baby in it like it’s nothing:

“You carried our baby. I’ll carry everything else.”

★ Calling him daddy is so fun because no matter how many times you do it he still gets flustered, cheeks get pink and he starts stuttering in that classic Chris way.

You’re handing him his dinner, perfectly plated, kissing his cheek “Here you go, daddy” you purr.

He stiffens, the tips of his ears turning pink and his brain malfunctioning as he stutters a “th-thank you, sweetheart.” Pushing his glasses up nervously, chewing thoughtfully.

★ Oh and in bed?? He’s so whiny. He’s also the biggest switch ever! that’s so real. He can go from pounding you into the mattress and sweetly teasing you to whining under you as you ride him, begging you to give him permission to cum like a polite but desperate thing.

★ But even if he’s being more subby he’s still got the breeding k!nk. Literally begging to fill you up:

“P-please—please baby can I?—can I come inside?? I’m so c-close—fuck I can’t hold it anymore, honey”

“Need to fill you—make sure you’re gonna give me another baby—”

“You will right, angel?? You’ll let me put another baby in you??”

★ Occasionally (often) says things like:

“Do you want another one? Because I swear to god, you keep looking at me like that and I will give you one.”

★ The Dilf comment from your friend makes him blush, but he’s secretly really prideful about it, he loves praise and attention and hearing that he’s hot never gets old, even if he turns red as a tomato when anyone refers to him as a dilf 🤭

“Did you hear what she said? I’m a DILF, babe. am I allowed to feel kinda honored? like should I… put that on a mug? Should I be dressing hotter??”

Later, you catch him flexing in the mirror while brushing his teeth, whispering:

“DILF. Damn right.”

<3

A/N: I love this anon! You guys are feeding my delusions 😵‍💫😵‍💫Sorry if you were looking for a full-fledged blurb, there was just a lot of points to hit so it was better for a more headcanon-type response!

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[likeholymary]

i watched k-pop demon hunters twice in twenty four hours… and i am in love

but also i’m confused… spoilers for KPDH!🫣

i feel like rumi went from ‘if this is the honmoon i’m supposed to protect, i’m glad to see it destroyed’ to saving the honmoon with no real change in her attitude WAY TOO FAST

we could have gotten her showing up to the saja boys performance at namsan tower like everyone else, disillusioned by the hunters until she sees mira and zoey in the trance. maybe then she could have had some flashbacks of them being close. and that could have been her making the choice to protect the honmoon and then starting to sing ‘what it sounds like’

idk i just felt like it went from being totally okay with gwi-ma destroying the world to saving it with no clear transition from point a to point b😵‍💫

is that just me?? did i miss something? i literally watched it twice because i couldn’t stop thinking about this after i watched it the first time lmao

p.s. this is not a hate post! i loved k-pop demon hunters and i can’t stop listening to the soundtrack and, like everyone else, i could SERIOUSLY do with an extended cut of the movie, with more content with celine, more background on zoey and mira and showing their connection with rumi, how zoey and mira even became hunters, etc. it was just such a good film, i need more😭

[ants-personal]

i craveee to hear thoughts on randy and his relationship with pain & pleasure from benson!!! when u rb my posts ur thoughts are just 😵‍💫 i need more!

Who me!?

LOL But sure I can share some of my thoughts about them in general but if theres something specific let me know 😅

Basically it comes down to shame guilt and then a little bit of rebellion on randys part

The rational side of him knows he shouldnt feel this way for anyone but especially benson who is angry violent and mentally unwell.

But after being treated like glass his whole life like a bomb waiting to go off he cant help but love how benson treats him as anything but punches and chokes him cause he knows randy can take it that he wants to take it slaps him around and calls him horrible names and all randy can do is pant against and whine against whatever surfaces hes pressed into cause maybe he is this gross weak horrible person but benson seem to see it and wants him still

And then also randy is sorta a rude little boy when he wants to i mean they guy just killed 3 people in front of him and he still glares and gives some sass back and it wouldn't stop after especially after being around benson long enough hed push buttons knowing it will make benson slap him hard enough to bust his lip again. He isnt scared benson would kill him anymore but more benson leaving him cause he deems him fixed or ge gets bored 😐 and sure that probably isnt healthy but when has he really been wjfksklw