#thiswas very fun...

[candlekiss]

lmaoaoa dw!! I also kinda rushed on my own gift too,, so noworries lol:3

Alsooo this was so so cute I can't djkfjwhdkdhfdj what wouldn't I give to be able to kiss Leon under a mistletoe……… please God can yuo hear me

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO U TOO ALSO!!! 💖💖

christmas party hop

note : SECRET SANTA FIC FOR @candlekiss !!! MERYY CHRISTMAS THIS IS EXTREMELY RUSHED BUT I WISH YOU THE MERRIEST CHRISTMAS I HOPE YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU WANTED!!!! the quality inst that good because I didn’t write this in like an hour im so so sorry erm

wc : 1.5k

tags : @withonly-sweetheart

desc : roommates and mistletoe don’t mix well. roommates to lovers, fluff (??), re4r!Leon, fem!reader, not proofread

It feels like you have to force Leon to do anything that involves socializing. He can manage the dishes and laundry by any other chores himself, but when it comes to having people over, he always shuts himself away in his room. You really shouldn’t care, it’s none of your business and not everyone likes having company over, but you can’t help but wish he’d come out for at least an hour or two and have some fun.

He's always been nice to you, civil, at least. He's appreciative of any dinner you cook for him or taking time out of your day to take care of him while he's sick, he does the same for you, if he's able. It's typical roommate behavior, you think. Maybe Leon's just more comfortable around you than others, though it could also be that it's your friends that come over more than his.

But he's never really had any of his friends or coworkers come over. You've met Chris and Jill a few times, same with Claire and Marvin, but you've never come home to see any of the four sitting on the couch talking with Leon. The times that you've met them you seemed to get along, they had mentioned Leon talking about you and that you seem as sweet as he says, so that's a good thing, right?

So you get the idea of throwing a Christmas party for yours and Leon’s friends, no big deal. It's not like it's a huge thing, just a few more people in your apartment than normal, you're doing this for Leon's sake, anyway.

Only Chris and Claire had shown up thirty minutes early to help set up (which they hadn’t really mentioned to you) along with Sherry, Jill brought Carlos and they both brought more than enough booze, Marvin’s arrival was fine, your own friends came in a little loud, but they brought pies so it was ok.

But now you’re jammed in the kitchen with Sherry whose trying to scoop cookie dough onto the cookie sheet, Claire whose pulling turkey out of the oven, Carlos whose coming back into the kitchen for more beer, and yourself who has been trying and failing to make eggnog. People are still running in and out of the kitchen, squeezing behind everyone cooking, yelling over the Christmas music that was playing.

“I put up mistletoe,”Claire nudges you as she walks past, carrying the pot full of stuffing. “Keep an eye out.”

“You decorated?” You turn to face her, licking some of the eggnog off your finger.

“Sherrys idea,”

“Pssh, sure.”

“Honest! Come on,” Claire laughs, “Is there a problem?”

“I’m not kissing you,” Claire rolls her eyes, setting the pot of stuffing down onto the table and starting to scoop it out into a big bowl. Two of your friends squeeze behind you to get first pickings of the food being set out, Chris and Jill follow after.

“You gotta kick Leon off the tv, the only thing he’s watching is that stupid Christmas baking show.” One of your friends giggles trying to get your attention as you help Sherry slide the cookie sheets into the oven.

“Yeah? What do you wanna watch?”

“Well, we were supposed to turn on Home Alone ten minutes ago…” She mumbled, already shoving turkey into her mouth. You flinch away from the heat of the oven and shake your hands as you pull away, standing upright.

”Alright, alright, I’ll talk to him.” You shove by Carlos and Sherry, through the doorway into the living room and walking towards Leon who is still hogging the remote. Leon can hear you walking towards him, he looks to you, his resting face changing into a smile.

“Got no holiday cheer?” You tease, sitting next to him on the couch.

“I’m filled to the brim with it,” He mutters rolling his eyes slightly.

“Oh my God, let’s just watch some Christmas movies. I spent hours in the kitchen for this, y’know.” You lean on his shoulder and pry the remote from his grip, he sighs.

“You’re so lucky I like you,”

“No shit, come on.” You grab his hand and pull him to stand up with you, dragging him towards the doorway and into the kitchen, getting plates for the both of you while the others continue to rush around the two of you.

You’re sure that if you and Leon had a driveway, Leon would find some reason to be outside shoveling, or if you had decorated outside, he’d find another reason to fiddle with the lights. He does come out of his shell a bit and chimes in to talk to Chris and Claire, he jokes with Sherry, pokes at Carlos and plays up being offended.

He’s not paying attention to the movie, but he taps his foot along to the Christmas music that’s still playing, he follows you around, though.

Leon normally does this if the two of you are ever out together, he trails after you, trying to hold k to your sleeve so he doesn’t lose you in a crowd. You know it’s not typical roommate behavior, but you find it cute, plus it’s not hurting anyone, right?

Even when you and Leon get knocked around by everyone else in your small apartment and end up bumping into each other, he holds your gaze and almost reaches out to grab you so you can stay for another moment and ignore the party.

There are kisses under the mistletoe— all between Carlos and Jill, though.

Leon and you do get held under the doorframe for a moment. It’s when Chris is talking to Sherry in the living room while she was trying to make her way into the kitchen and when one of your friends was trying to come into the living room, both you and Leon were standing and chatting.

Leon didn’t kiss you, unfortunately.

Claire didn’t take down her decorations when the party was over, everyone helped pick up the mess they made, but your apartment looked more holly-jolly than it did before the party.

You’ve already brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas, Leon’s done the same, but he’s been looking up for the past few minutes.

“What’re you looking at?” You question, setting your cup of water down on the counter and stepping closer as he waves you over. You stand beneath the doorframe with him, looking up at the mistletoe hanging from it.

There’s a kiss pressed to your cheek within the next second, you look back to Leon to see the grin on his face.

“Just on the cheek?” You tease, crossing your arms.

“You want it on the lips?”

“Well, that’s the tradition, isn’t it?” You giggle, bringing your hand up and cupping his cheek, he pulls you in at the same time for the kiss you both expected, only he’s a bit more passionate than you.

[nr1chaedickrider]

love me or leave me tonight

Does love survive hatred?

angst, angst and angst ; also smut!!! is this even fluff.. ; vampire!sana ; vampirehunter!reader ; violence and stuff ; blood and bloodplay ; sana is manipulative lwk?? ; bondage ; sana has a back tattoo ; degradation ; forbidden love ; friends to ???? ^_^ ; inspired by first kill ; mentions of murder ; voyerism ; happy (very very late) birthday @cry4mina (thiswas supposed to be your bday present), you were probs the person that motivated me the most for writing this so thank you, not proofread!

men dni.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

-

You crush the empty beer can and drop it on the floor. Sana hands you a new one and you thank her with a brief nod.

You open it with a crack and take a sip, feeling the fizz and tasting the slightly bitter taste.

It's pretty quiet before you start talking.

"My family is causing stress again.

"Should I pretend to be surprised?" she asks with a light laugh, you laugh a little too.

"Is that why you have bruises and scars?" she adds, looking at the injuries on your face and neck.

Sana - the only person who knows your secret, that you were born into a family of vampire hunters.

"One of the strongest vampire families is said to be here in town," you answer.

Sana - the only daughter of the most famous vampire family.

She knows all your secrets - you know none of hers.

She nods, as if she understands what you are going through.

She lifts her hand and gently strokes the scar on your cheek.

You blush slightly at the close proximity of the two of you.

Just a little more pressure and it would start to bleed, Sana thinks to herself.

She pulls her hand away before she thinks any more about it, before her feelings take over.

Her feelings have always been stronger than her.

Her feelings control her, it has always been like this.

-

"I love you" the words glide easily over her tongue, a smile on her lips.

Even if it's just a whisper - it's a dream for you, as if nothing could happen, nothing could stop you.

Like teenagers in love (that's what you are, teenagers).

"Really?" you ask, in some way you're sure she means it, but you just want to hear it again.

She nods, "I love you so much" she repeats with the same smile.

You take her hand in yours, your thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

She looks down at your hands, then up at you.

You look into her eyes and move closer.

A kiss.

Gentle, slow, romantic, simply full of emotion.

Full of love.

When your lips part, you both giggle a little, but then you continue kissing.

Further, further, and further.

When your lips (finally) part again, you are both completely out of breath. Your cheeks are slightly flushed.

You both sink into the mattress as you push Sana into her on her back.

She continues to giggle, almost unable to stop, just like you.

You lean over her and kiss her neck. The contact of your lips on her cold neck makes the hair on her arms and neck stand up, her fingers digging into the sheets as you suck on her pulse point.

"Honestly, I have no idea what exactly to do," you confess as you sit on top of her, your hand toys with the hem of her oversized shirt (or rather, your oversized shirt).

"Me neither" she replies with a laugh.

You smile like an idiot as she says this. "Now come here" she says and pulls you down to kiss you again.

You mumble a "may I?" against her lips and tug lightly on her shirt, she responds with a nod and lifts her arms over her head as you pull the shirt over her head and drop it on the floor next to you.

You kiss her soft, smooth skin and take off her sports bra. Your hands slowly massage her breasts, Sana moans slightly and her body presses against yours to feel you and your hands even more and even better.

You slowly kiss further down, over her ribs, her thin stomach with a slightly trained six-pack - down to the waistband of her shorts.

You look up to her and make eye contact.

"Please" she says under her breath, you nod in response, knowing what she wants from you.

You pull them off her, as well as her underwear (that already has a damp spot on it).

You stare at her pretty pussy, you can't help but giggle a little at the view infront of you.

You come closer, inhaling her sweet scent before diving in.

Sana twitches a little at your sudden action, her hands flying to your head in just a second and gripping your hair, leaving a delicious burn.

Your tongue licks her clit, drawing eights on it.

You hope that you're doing a good job, desperately trying to remember how the women in porn do it - how they pleasure the other and making her moan like crazy.

You stop overthinking when Sana lets out a louder moan though.

Your tongue finds her hole, entering and exiting her a little.

"Please...

need your fingers" she moans out.

You smile a little as you part your mouth from her core, now rubbing circles on it with your two fingers.

You kiss her again, your pointer finger dipping into her wetness, making her moan out loud, not being able to kiss you back normally.

Her hands grip the bedsheets, a few veins peeking out from her hand.

You stop kissing her, going down to her neck and leaving wet kisses on it, kissing over the few marks you've left and adding even more to it.

Your second finger enters her, making her let out a high pitched whimper.

Her hips meet your pace and start grinding on your fingers, searching desperately for the pleasure she needs.

"I'm so close... please-" she whimpers, you smirk against her skin and take one of her erected buds into your mouth.

A few thrusts, your thumb on her clit, and your tongue on her nipple send her over the edge as she comes with a loud whine.

You slowly pull your wet fingers out of her, licking them clean as you watch her breathe heavily.

"That was so... wow-" she breathes out.

"You're cute"

-

Love is not forever.

After you met Sana, you actually wanted to think that it was something for eternity.

It would never die out, you would never think of anything but love.

Love, love, love.

Maybe it is really made to last forever - only that after a while you'll love in a different way.

Desperate love.

Loving sadness.

Loving even though you don't really want to.

This love consumes you, makes you think of nothing else but that.

Every situation can remind you of love.

Your brother's death also reminds you of it.

His body lies in a field, in complete darkness.

His eyes open, his gaze full of emptiness.

"What... what happened?" you ask, a slight tremor in your voice.

Your father exhales before answering you.

But instead of telling you like a normal person, he kneels down next to your brother's head and turns his head to the side.

A scar on his neck.

Two holes.

Blood residue next to it, completely dried.

Your mother and sister hug each other, tears running down their cheeks.

"Was it the new vampire family?" you ask.

Stupid question.

"Y/n..

It was Sana," he replies.

What?

"Sana?"

He nods.

You laugh a little, full of frustration.

"It's not funny-... she would never-"

"You can never trust vampires." he says with a stern tone.

He's serious.

Sana, your best friend, your girlfriend for several months.

She killed your brother.

You look at your brother, then at your family.

Your legs move faster than you can think.

You run away, run in a direction you know only too well.

Sana's house.

You take the back entrance to her garden (which you already know well enough) and come across her sitting in a chair.

She looks at you in shock as you look at her.

"Y/n- what are you doing here?" she asks and stands up.

"Is it true?" you ask back, your voice a mixture of fear and anger.

She doesn't say anything at first, but then realizes that you mean exactly what she's been trying to forget since last night.

She nods slowly.

She doesn't deny it, she doesn't try to explain herself.

Whether it's even possible to explain yourself.

Your hand grips the handle of your pocketknife tightly, your hands trembling slightly.

"Y/n... I wanted to tell you... but my parents-"

"They forbid me to see you, but I went ahead anyway because I love you"

You listen to her, for some reason hoping she'll say something good - even though you know that nothing can make this situation any better.

"He was my first victim," she says after an awkward, tense silence.

Her first victim?

"They made me bite him... as punishment"

"I couldn't help it"

"You couldn't help it? What are you saying... Sana, I thought you loved me"

"Where is your common sense?" you ask her, your voice louder and full of despair.

You run towards her, your knife pointed at her as you try to hit her chest.

She dodges quickly, twisting your arm behind your back as you let out a small cry of pain and let the knife drop.

"Y/n..." she says with concern.

Her grip is as if she doesn't even want to do any of this, as if she's being forced by something.

"It's better if you leave," she adds.

She lets go of you (or rather, tosses you) as you fall on the ground, the wet grass soaking through your clothes as you feel the cold.

You look up at her, full of fear.

This is not the Sana you know.

It doesn't feel like you're looking at Sana Minatozaki.

At this moment, it feels like you're in front of an evil person.

Like in a nightmare.

You grab the knife on the floor next to you and stand up quickly, your eyes on her one last time before you run away.

She looks after you, sees your body getting smaller and smaller before you disappear behind a hill.

A tear runs down her cheek, and as she turns around she sees both her parents looking down at her through the second floor window.

Their expressions are cold and disappointed.

Just like always.

And you, you don't stop running.

You run on and on, without a destination, without any idea where you want to go.

Just away from here -

Away from Sana.

-

The music is loud as you walk into the club, your jeans are loose around your waist, your white t-shirt is slightly cropped so that your stomach can be seen a little.

You sit down at the bar and watch the other people dance.

The last time you were here was several years ago,

with Sana.

You were younger back then, still in school, no idea what you wanted to do in the future.

Now you're older, and you know what your goal in life is.

To kill Sana.

To get your revenge.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the bartender asking what you would like to drink, you order a beer and he gives you one and then moves on to other guests.

You drink a little and feel the fizz, tasting the slightly bitter taste of this variety.

The taste reminds you of the countless times you have drunk with Sana.

You look around a little before you see something that almost makes you drop the bottle on the floor.

Sana.

Sana pushing someone against the wall.

Short black hair, lots of tattoos -

She has no idea who exactly she's dealing with.

You leave your bottle at the bar and walk slowly towards them both.

Sana kisses her hard and aggressively, full of energy.

And you can guess why she has so much energy.

Before you can get any closer, Sana turns her head in your direction while turning the woman's head to the side so that she has perfect access to her neck.

Sana grins at you.

And suddenly her lips are stained dark red with blood.

She flashes her fangs at you, completely covered in blood as she slowly licks them clean.

And suddenly she's just gone.

In a millisecond she has bitten her victim, and in a millisecond she is gone without leaving a trace.

Your victim falls to the ground as you run to her to help her somehow.

But it's too late.

You look at her neck and see the same scar you saw on your brother.

While the crowd tries to take care of her, you disappear from the club.

A sigh leaves your lips.

-

"I'll help you," she says, her thumb stroking the back of your hand as she smiles at you.

You have an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you feel sick and you're not sure if you should do this at all.

Or if you want to involve Jihyo at all.

She's 10 years older than you - an old acquaintance from your family and a vampire hunter just like you.

She was also your first love.

Actually, it was just a little crush, maybe you mistook it for a close friendship, you were quite young.

The plan of the two of you was pretty simple - go to Sana's house and capture her if possible (you don't want to think about the possibility of killing her).

If your information is correct, her parents are no longer alive.

Rumor has it that she killed them herself.

To be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if it were true.

Jihyo and you make your way to her house, equipped with various weapons.

It is dark, 10 o'clock in the evening. The night is still and quiet.

If only you knew it would change quickly.

You enter the house through the garden, Jihyo has always been good at picking locks.

Your pistol in your hand, you look around carefully as Jihyo walks ahead of you.

She turns right, you look behind you for something, but then you hear something fall.

You turn around quickly and see that "something" is Jihyo.

All you can see is her legs sticking out from behind the wall. You run to her, kneel down on the floor next to her, but the moment you look up-

Sana hits you and you fall over.

-

"Where am I?" you mumble, your head aching as you open your eyes.

You see Jihyo lying on the ground, just a few meters away.

You run to her, or rather, you try to.

Something sharp cuts into your skin and you bite your lip.

You look down at your arms and see that you've been tied to the wall with barbed wire.

"Fuck-" you breathe out, trying not to feel the pain.

You only have your bra on, Sana has undressed you a little, probably so that you only feel more pain.

You try to move as little as possible and look anxiously at Jihyo, who, thankfully, is slowly waking up.

"Jihyo!" you say, she looks at you, then looks around.

This makes you look around.

You realize you're both in a rather large basement.

Jihyo is fully dressed, but her hands are tied behind her back.

Before you can warn her about the corpses you've noticed, the cellar door opens and Sana comes down.

"You're awake, how nice," she says with a smile.

"And Y/n? How do you like the barbed wire?" she asks.

"Fuck you" you just reply, Sana laughs but doesn't really pay attention to you, not like she has her eyes on Jihyo.

And part of you has an inkling of what's about to happen.

Sana sits down on a rather large chair, and with a small wave of her hand, Jihyo lands on her lap, her back against Sana's chest, her eyes locked on yours.

"I really haven't had such a pretty girl on my lap in a long time," Sana says, her hand slowly stroking Jihyo's arm.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down somehow. The situation you, or rather Jihyo, are in can quickly become life-threatening.

"What do you want?" you ask, looking at her and she starts laughing again.

"Blood," she replies. Short, concise, without any emotion. The smile she had on her lips a few seconds ago has disappeared.

She is serious.

Jihyo is still looking at you, her eyes full of fear.

But her look of fear changes. And you don't know what to think except "what exactly is happening here."

Sana whispers something in her ear, and the fear in her eyes disappears.

Sana's hand moves on her body, and then she stops right on Jihyo's core.

Before you can do anything else, you realise what is happening.

And how it's to late to save Jihyo.

You feel like your eyes are fixiated on Sana and how Jihyo sits so obediently on her lap. You're not able to shift your gaze. It's like there is only them - and you're watching them like a movie. Like a perfomance that was made just for you - and you can't stop looking.

This was made for you, and the way Sana forces you to watch them.

Her hand goes past Jihyo's underwear, and suddenly Jihyo is moaning so softly for her. The look on her face just full of arousal.

She has been manipulated.

Something you learned early on - when training to be a vampire hunter.

There's nothing you can do, when you've been trapped under a vampire's spell. Except for one thing -

hope that you won't die.

In Jihyo's case right now, you're not sure what is going to happen in the end.

So you continue watching them, you watch Sana kissing Jihyo's neck, the intoxicating smell of her blood is problably already driving her crazy.

She continues fingering her, her movements speeding up.

She has no intention of giving pleasure to Jihyo - she just waits for the right moment to bite into her neck.

When Jihyo is moaning louder though, and her body twitches closer to Sana, she knows it's happening.

You know too.

"Jihyo!" you yell out, in hopes you're able to somehow get her out of this trance.

It was already to late.

Sana bites into her neck, begins to suck and moan at the fresh taste. 

Jihyo screams for help, and you can do nothing but watch as a tear flows down your cheek.

Her lifeless body drops to the ground as soon as Sana is done with her.

She licks her fangs with a smile, smirking at you like she did the night you first saw her again.

She comes closer, taking your jaw into her hand. 

"You can't replace me that easily." she whispers seductively.

What?

"What do you mean?" you ask, but she just shakes her head.

"I'll see you soon" she replies, and your eyes fall shut.

-

When you wake up again, you are lying in your bathtub.

You try to move, but notice the pain in your arms from the barbed wire.

You lean your head back and take a deep breath.

To summarize, you watched Sana finger Jihyo and then bite and kill her. Afterwards she tells you that you can't replace her, and now you're here.

Sana knows where you live.

Jihyo is dead.

To say you're overwhelmed is an understatement.

But you know exactly what you have to do, whether it's for you or for Jihyo.

Find Sana.

As you slowly step out of the bathtub, a thought occurs to you.

The evening gala of big companies. If anyone is going to be there, it's Sana.

-

You take another look at yourself in the mirror.

Your black suit fits a little loosely, but hides your scars well.

You get into your car and drive to her house.

How convenient that everything happens in her house.

When you get there, you look around.

There are already a lot of people there and as you walk in, you see various bosses probably talking about certain deals and wanting to do business.

A waiter comes up to you and offers you a glass of red wine, which you gratefully accept.

The taste is bitter, dry, but somehow it reminds you of blood.

How ironic, you think to yourself.

You walk around, having conversations here and there.

"I thought this event was for people with companies," someone says, and as you turn around, you see her.

It's Sana.

Her grin is like a shiver running down your spine.

"I'm not here to conduct business," you reply, drinking the rest of your wine.

Your lips are slightly red and you smile at her.

Your grip on the glass tightens, and before Sana can do anything, it shatters in your hand.

A waiter quickly comes to help you and removes the shards from the floor, you thank her but say you can take care of it yourself.

Drip, drip, drip.

The blood dripping from your hand drives Sana crazy.

"Oops," you say, but before you can turn around and walk away, she grabs your wrist and pulls you along.

Only now do you notice that she has a tattoo.

A pretty big one.

Your eyes are focused on her back, and the kind of detail the tattoo has.

It's as if it reflects her nature.

One side is sunny. You could even describe it as quite cheerful. If you just look at that side, you're just impressed with the work that's been done. You can see the colors and how they flow together. Everything fits well together.

The other side, however, is the complete opposite.

It's dark, makes you nervous. You get an unpleasant feeling when you look at it. The main colors are black and red. It's like a horrible painting, something you would see in a museum and think to yourself "what was the artist thinking?". The longer you look at it, the more scared you get.

But you can't think about her tattoo for long as you are pushed onto a bed.

Sana sits on top of you and the memories of your first time come flooding back.

The only difference is that Sana was tender and sweet, not cruel like now.

Your bleeding hand is still in hers, and maybe you could even see the water pooling in her mouth.

You know that you should be afraid, or that you should hit her, she killed Jihyo, your brother, and she almost killed you.

But in this moment you feel nothing but the will to feel her everywhere.

And she didn't even manipulate or influence you in any way.

You look at her, and then -

you press your hand more towards her.

And she understands what you want from her.

The smirk on her face appears again and pulls you closer.

She closes her eyes and starts to lick the blood of your hand.

For her, this is the best meal she could ever have. To be able to taste your blood was always a dream of hers.

And so she continues doing that, moaning a little when her tongue touches the red liquid coming from your veins.

She does it like she was starving for her life. Like she lived her life for exactly this moment.

She parts from your hand, leaning her head back slowly as if she would be on a high.

When she looks at you again, her pupils are dilated and the look on her face is full of arousal.

You can't blame her, yours is too.

She fumbles with the buttons of your jacket, you push her hands away and do it yourself, just to end up almost ripping it off your body and throwing it on the floor.

She looks at your arms, the way there are marks everywhere because of her.

"Fuck" she curses under her breath, pulling down the zipper of your pants and pulling (or rather - ripping them) off your body.

A groan escapes your mouth when she touches you, squeezes parts of your body that got your mouth hanging open.

A low "need you" leaves your mouth as Sana starts kissing you everywhere, leaving marks all over your body (surprisingly she's not biting you).

She comes closer to your core, and your need to feel her tongue on you is growing stronger and stronger. Your mind is clouded with the thought of her, it feels like you tried to hate her the whole time while you just need her to fuck you.

At this point, you don't even know if you're still in control of your body or if it's Sana.

No matter what, you don't care.

And when continues eating you out, all messy and again, like she was starving, you grip her hair and push her even closer.

Your thighs just pull her closer, trying to feel her even deeper.

The moans that leave your mouth can problably be heard from outside, but you or Sana both couldn't care less.

The way she licks up ever drop of your juices in hunger, her nails digging into your thighs, scratching you and leaving little marks, droplets of blood escape your veins.

You cum into her mouth with a loud moan, your head leaning back and your eyes roll back.

Sana always thought you were beautiful, but right now, in this moment - you definetly are the prettiest.

She doesn't give you any time to calm down as she rises and shoves two of her fingers inside of you, making you grip the bedsheets in surprise.

Your moans loud and messy, your skin covered in sweat, the blood on your thighs that's oozing out of the cuts drives Sana even crazier.

She continues pumping her fingers inside of you, and she leans forward, dragging her tongue over the cuts.

A moan escapes her mouth, and then, she leans closer to you and kisses you, with her lips stained with the dark red liquid.

You kiss her back, but your mouth hangs open when she adds another finger, filling you up.

You two don't even need to talk, the only way you two communicate is through her messy and needy touches - and your desperate moans.

All desperate - for her.

She never stops moving her fingers.

In, out. In, out.

Here faster, there slower.

You already lost every sense of time, like you're lost in the moment.

Your body twitches in sensitivity. Like it's fragile and Sana is overusing it.

You clearly are overstimulated, but Sana just can't stop herself.

Looking at her, seeing how her eyes are fixiated on your naked body, you ask yourself if she is even in control of her own body - or if something, someone else took control.

She doesn't leave you enough time to overthink, when your eyes are met with a black silk cloth.

The last thing you saw.

-

You stare at her grave and only now do you realize how stupid you are.

The stone you sit on is cold. Your eyes focus only on her name.

'Park Jihyo'

A sigh leaves your lips.

Are you disappointing her? Is she looking at you and thinking, "What the hell are you doing?"

Does she think you should be ashamed?

For having sex with Sana,

But even worse -

That you somehow still love Sana.

She killed your brother, she killed Jihyo - so many innocent people.

And despite everything, you can't seem to get rid of your feelings for her.

Your thoughts are always about her, your dreams are all about Sana.

You don't know which feeling is stronger - the hatred for her, for all the things she has done.

Or the love - the memories you can't let go.

Her soft lips on yours, the way her arms held you while you cried.

It makes you break down completly.

All those years you were away, it was all about Sana.

You wanted to get stronger, to beat her, to kill her.

But now it seems that you just want to be with her.

-

The night is dark and cold, everything reminds you of the night you found your brother dead.

The same place, the same time, the same loneliness you felt in your heart.

Instead of running to Sana to confront her, she came to you.

Instead of a calm conversation, you have a knife in your hand.

Her gaze is cold, you're not sure if you can read any emotion in her face.

Empty.

That would be the word you would use to describe her right now.

"What do you want?" she calls into the night, as if she doesn't know where you are.

As if you were looking for her, she speaks as if she had no plans.

"You came here," you answer, trying not to show any of your feelings.

"You confuse me," you say.

She looks at you questioningly.

"I confuse you?" she repeats.

You nod.

"Why are you doing all this?" you ask, but when she tries to answer, you keep talking.

"You come with me... you listen to me when I talk about how the pressure from my parents is getting too much... you don't tell me that you're a vampire." You take a breath and feel the tears in your eyes. You feel this uncomfortable feeling like you're going to throw up. You feel dizzy.

You are overwhelmed.

"You kill my brother," you begin to say, "You kill him, your first victim, because your parents want to punish you?" you laugh a little. Saying it sounds so unbelievable. So grotesque.

"Then, when I come back here after years, I meet you in a bar and you kill someone."

"You kill Jihyo and make me watch."

"And then?-

You have sex with me as if you would love me."

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, you can't stop laughing because this is all so frustrating to you.

You open your mouth to say something else, but then you are pushed to your knees.

Without Sana even touching you.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Are you doing too much or are you genueinly scared of her?

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

"Can you just stop talking?" she asks you.

Her expression looks different than how it looked like earlier, instead of the emptiness in her face, it looks like she's letting her emotions take over.

You don't know if this should make you even more scared.

But a part of you, a little part,

thinks, or rather, hopes, that she will behave like a decent human.

That she will behave like the girl you loved.

Or still love.

"I did it all for love." she answers.

Quick, short, but instead of that cold tone in her voice, she sounds...

sad?

You look up to her, unable to speak.

"I love you"

She loves you?

Sana? 

Loves you?

"I'll never stop feeling the guilt for what I did to your brother"

"But i can't lie to you and say that i regret doing what I did to Jihyo"

"Because all I ever wanted-

was you" 

She breaths out, like she just confessed the worst thing in the world.

"I always looked for you, when you left town"

"I searched for you, because I wanted to be with you"

"Despite you hating me"

She lets out a sigh.

"I did what I had to do for you to notice me" she stops talking.

She gets down on her knee, right infront of you to match your height.

Her thumb caresses your cheek, before moving your face to the side to expose your neck to her.

The strong of smell of your blood hits her nose like chemicals.

The intense smell that drives her crazy.

You shiver in fear, not knowing what is going to happen.

She stares at your neck, and the way your veins are so visible, like they're calling for her.

Everything she ever dreamed of, was to taste your blood.

But she doesn't want to bite you because of that.

She opens her mouth, flashing her fangs.

You try to somehow escape her spell, so that you can save yourself, but it isn't possible.

She sinks her fangs deep into your skin, you let out a scream when you feel her sucking your blood out of you.

You're finally able to move and try to grab her arm to somehow get her to stop.

"I don't want to die" you whisper, your voice full of weakness.

Until you realise -

Sana isn't planning on killing you.

But to make you a vampire.

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fun

han solo x reader

note: just some han stuff, i love this man with my whole heart, i’m posting a part two as well but these could both be read as a stand alone

“ah shit!”

sparks flew everywhere, showering your body. you jumped away, nearing the edge of the falcon. “you alright up there!?” 

that was han. he was down below with chewie, trying to fix one of the panels. you were doing the same, but for some reason this one didn’t want to work no matter what you attempted to fix it. 

“fine!” you called back.

that was a lie. you were far from fine. you’d been working on this damn panel all morning, and you still just couldn’t get it right

but you were stubborn. turning down any offer of help, you could do it on your own. 

maybe you could do it on your own.

you brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, trying to concentrate. “come on, get it together.” you murmured, reaching for the toolbox, but  it was just your luck that it ended up sliding right off the edge of the falcon and clattering to the ground. 

chewie shouted, and while you didn’t understand him, you had a feeling he had been hit by the shower of tools.

“sorry chewie,” you mumbled, your head falling into your hands. why? why couldn’t you just do something right for once? it killed you to fail. 

failure was one of your greatest fears, and when you failed at something, even something as simple as fixing a stupid panel, it would set you back.

make you feel worthless. 

a sigh slipped past your lips, tears threatening to spill over. god, this was so stupid. your breath was quickening, and your vision was blurred with tears. 

don’t cry.

don’t cry.

don’t cry.

“hey, i have the tools, thought i’d bring ‘em up to ya. chewie’s fine, in case you were wondering..”

he trailed off, seeing how your back was to him, and you’d yet to turn around. furrowing his brows, he asked, “you okay?” 

and that very question was the catalyst. you broke down, shoulders racking with sobs. and han just stood there, the man didn’t know what to do. 

he’d never seen you like this. so upset, so broken. 

“i’m sorry,” you mumbled, sniffling, “it’s stupid, i’m sorry” 

“oh-no-no, don’t apologize…” awkwardly, han kneeled down, placing a hand upon your shaking shoulder. slowly, you turned to face him, tears staining your cheeks. 

han solo didn’t know how to deal with his own feelings. so dealing with someone else’s, that was foreign. 

so, he did the only thing he could think of. han didn’t hesitate to scoop you into his arms, pulling you to his chest. 

you only sobbed harder. 

han rubbed your back comfortingly, trying to calm you down, although he was terrible at this sort of thing. 

“i’m sorry-i have work to do, i should get back-“

“oh hell no” he said sternly, “you’ve been working too hard. you gotta take a break, sweetheart.” you shook your head, pulling away from him slightly, wiping your tears with the back of your hand, “i have to get that panel fixed.” 

“no you don’t. i’ll make luke do it.” you glanced up at him, a skeptical look on your face, “you’re gonna trust luke to do this?” han pursed his lips, remaining silent for a moment. 

“fine, i’ll have chewie do it.” 

“it’s okay, i can-“

“i said no, doll, alright?” he leaned in slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple, “tonight, we’re gonna go have fun, okay? think about it, when was the last time me and you had some real time together?” 

it had been a long time. too long. you missed the times where you’d have your late night talks, your joy rides in the falcon, you missed him. 

before this whole situation with the resistance, something had shifted in your relationship with him.

well, not shifted, persay, the man was straightforward with his intentions the moment he had kissed you. 

but things had moved so quickly since then, you’d hardly had anytime to discuss what this was between you. maybe, if you were to take this night with him, you’d be able to figure out what thiswas. 

he could see the cogs turning in your head, a grin plastered on his lips, “so? what do ya say?”

“let’s go have one hell of a night.” 

[misterbitches]

people who don’t like touching, kissing, or having sex, the people who are talking about it also may or may not. i’m very picky about men and intimacy, but i am a sexual person. even if you are not, or are figuring yourself out, whatever, and you are part of the LGBTQ+ community, i am sure many would  be sad.

so it’s not a slight against people that aren’t interested in stuff like that. but this is a tv show, ok? it may have been rated 13 but they had 2 kisses that weren’t exactly reciprocal and managed to make sex jokes. so one single shred of physical intmacy would make sense. no one is saying you can’t not have sex or fuck whatever but in this reality their relationship DOES have a physical aspect. and truthfully most do especially on television. 

i dont know how to say this without sounding insensitive or patronizing. so, like, many shows don’t have to show progressions because of restrictions but will allude to it. even in fucking advance bravel from china thiswas kinda pre-ban they alluded to sex...a lot. these dudes never kissed butthere is a hug where he climbs on him? 

i digress. we dont need to see fucking, personally i like plot n LuV which iswhy i watch things. but kisses and physicality are media cues that confirm things. thats WHY THEY EXIST. thats why we invest in scenes like that, that’s why we think if theyre good kisses or not, that’s why we can handle bad kissing (even if theyre ACTORS) because a couple still has a factor (or not.) 

and frankly as BL is a capitalist machine (sorry!) the allure is physical contact between two men. there’s no reason to pretend it isnt. we watch tv for certain things. anyway like........it has nothing to do with your sex or lack of or rellatioships. it has everything to do with story and how people receive things.

they moved in together (dont even get me started on taht but this is clearly a very strange thai bl issue), theye alluded to fucking, they have hugged, kissed on the cheek, and honestly that was fine as is but then the last two eps come into play. frankly i dont even care what i do care about is that they high fived like psychos IM SORRY BUT in a finale show if i high fived the man i was deeply in love with and fucking uhhhhhh that’s weird

anyway i don’t think this shit is revolutionary so my stock isnt rly in that. it helped a lot going through quarantine with it and i ended up enjoying myself more than i thought i would. it’s natural to be disappointed because really it is a disappointing and stupid storyline. 

altho i dont believe this stuff is going to free us~*~*~* i still think we should ask for more. push more. im sure a big part of this is because they finished during a really chaotic time. regardless, most shows have this issue and theyre dumb lol. i mean 2gether isnt dumb tho imo it was serious fun romcom stuff wit major issues. anyway dont high five your boyfriend at the series finale that’s so fucking weird

also i luv sarawat <3 

anyway two things can be true at the same time it’s ok. a kiss would just show and solidify one visual aspect and it would have been appreciated with all the build up. or a hug, a cheek ksis, ani love you. i am so hungry

[verifiefangirl]

Something nessian — where Nesta has made one of her trademark cutting remarks, but also where we get to Nesta’s POV so we can see all the inner emotional distress and pain she is in. So basically, hit me with the angst please 😁

So this seems more like a fanfic ask than an HC and I haven’t written fanfic in yoooonkks so I’m very sorry if its terrible. 

Trigger warning: Story contains abusive and rapey elements 

Broken 

Nesta was furious…No shewas livid. She hadn’t let herself feel any emotions for months and wouldhappily live her life in this endless void if it wasn’t for that Brute. She knew he was probably thereason they were here in the Illyrian camps and she was freezing her butt off.She didn’t even know when she’d get to go back home.

Home,what a funny four lettered word. She couldn’t remember the last time she had aplace to call home or felt it. Certainly not in the mansion that the first faeprick paid hadn’t been a home, the sham of a cottage was one of the worstperiods of all their lives and hadn’t been a home either. Was Velaris even herhome? What did it matter to her anyway? She had never belonged anywhere andalways knew she was different. She gave up a long time ago trying to fit in.

She kicked the door inanger. And now she was here, shacking it up with the Illyrian ass whose lifegoal it seemed was to piss off the oldest Archeron sibling. Everything had beenfine, the first couple of weeks they avoided each other like the plague. He lether own thing and she let him do his but yesterday he had ordered her to drinkless or he was going to cut her off completely. She banged her fist against thedoor angrily, a scream bubbling up her throat.

She couldn’t sleepwithout the alcohol, couldn’t function. It helped her numb out and barely becognizant of what was going on around her. It soothed the torn, ravaged part ofher soul that felt never ending and seemed to gape wider and wider every day. Atleast she still got her pick of men to sleep with her. She barely got her rocksoff but the feel of a warm body next to hers, in her, helped her feel lessalone and afraid.

She pulled out her flaskfrom under the bed and took a deep swig. Her latest night time partner shouldbe arriving soon, and she couldn’t wait. It was like a burning itch that neededto be scratched or else her mind would wander…to images…memories from the warand she didn’t want to deal with that. She didn’t even know if she’d ever beready to deal with all the death and carnage she’d spied. She took another longswig as she remembered the foul stench of the rotting corpses and the tang ofinnocent blood being spilled on the war ground.

The sound of the bangingdoor had her breaking out of her reverie and she’d never scuttled out of herroom faster. Dodging all of Cassian’s numerous strewn weapons, she opened thedoor, the cool gust of wind hitting her face and momentarily waking her up fromher fog. The handsome Illyrian she had sought stood there, an arrogant smile tohis face, his mouth opening to say something, but she merely pulled him flushagainst her, hard, and enveloped his mouth a savage kiss. With her flaskclutched in one hand and his shirt fisted in the other she started tugging himtowards her room, never easing up on the kiss.

He seemed delighted byher eagerness if the thing pushing against her stomach was an indicator. His handswere everywhere, roaming her bottom, cupping her breast. She could do this, thiswas ritual, this was something she was familiar and accustomed to. The onlything she seemed to have control of nowadays when her feelings where spirallingout of control. She could barely remember his name or the dozen others beforehim.

He pushed her onto thebed roughly before hovering over her. His hands pinned her above her head andhis mouth roved over her neck, his hot breath doing nothing for. She knew sexwas supposed to be this great, exciting fun experience but for Nesta it wasnothing more than two bodies joining together, most days she never even reacheda peak herself, but it was an escape and that’s all that mattered.

He started ripping offher dress and her eyes went to the ceiling, fixated on the bleak white colour.She thought she heard the door close in the distance. She let out a hiss of painas he bit her breast roughly, but he seemed to take it all in stride, seemingunfazed. He freed one of his hands and spanked her ass rather hard, the soundreverberating of the barren walls and she let out a whimper of discomfort thistime.

“You like that you, bitch?”He asked in what he thought was seductive tone.

Nesta’s heart startedracing. She was not enjoying this anymore and tried to free her hands, so shecould rein it in and take control, but he wouldn’t relent. Instead his hand wentto her throat, choking her and not lightly.

Her heart was beating sohard now that she was scared that it was going to fly out of her chest. She twistedand tried to buck him off, but he smashed his lips to hers, silencing her cries.

“That’s its baby.”

Flashes of Tomas face poppedinto her head and tears gathered at the corner of her eyes, unwittingly. No. No. NO.

She would not yield for thisfucker. She hadn’t yielded last time and wasn’t planning to start. She buckedand bucked, writhing, anything to get her hands free but it was futile.

His mouth was punchingher own over and over again and she bit down on his tongue, hard.

“Fuck! What the fuck?!” Heswore, his face red with fury.

“Stop.” She yelled,trying to buck him off again.

“Like hell you cocktease.”His face suddenly twisted ugly as he went back to attacking her breast roughlyand she bit his shoulder. He let out a roar and slapped her so hard she thoughtshe saw stars. The tears that swirling her eyes finally fell.

“Stop, stop, stop.” Shekept whispering repeatedly like a prayer. She wished her brain could float outof her body and she could go someplace else, a place of peace.

One second the man was onher the next he was on the floor and Cassian had his fist in his face, pummelinghim continuously. She was dazed. She hadn’t even heard him come in.

A small part of her foundsatisfaction in seeing blood starting to ooze out of his nose and mouth, thecrunching of his bones as he rearranged his face, but the larger part of herbrain was scared shitless that Cassian was going to kill the guy.

She had never seen him somanic…furious…so unhinged.  She heardmore bones breaking in his body and the man letting out a cry of agony. Nestascrambled off the bed and pressed her front to Cassian’s back, wrapping her armsaround his torso, trying to heave him off.

“You’re going to kill him!”She cried in panic. Hadn’t there been enough death after the war. Usually Nestawould relinquish in his suffering. He was getting what he deserved but she feltlike she was no innocent party to all of this. She felt responsible, guilty, disgusting.

“Good.” Cassian face was enraged,and he spat on the warrior. He lifted him by the strands of his short hair.

“If I ever see you nearher or any other woman in this camp, I will make sure to finish what I started,now get out of my face!”

She didn’t think shecould ever expunge the image of the man crawling out of her room. He was barelyrecognisable with the blood and swelling. Her arms were still wrapped around Cassian’storso. She could feel every fuming breath he took. She was also still painfullynaked. She didn’t know how long they stood but Cassian’s breathing eventuallyevened out and he gently removed his fur lined cloak off his shoulder anddraped it over her bare body. His eyes averted to the floor, but his hands werestill clenching and unclenching as if he could still feel the guy. A muscle inhis jaw ticked, oh he was livid.

“This is why you need training.You may be strong willed and strong minded but what good does that do in situationslike this.” He said in a low dark voice. Her hand itched to slap him, but she refrainedherself from doing so…just barely. Instead it took all her remaining energy tomuster up her usually spite and swagger. She couldn’t let him see how shakenshe was, how embarrassment laced her whole being and essence. Her life couldn’tget any lower than this.

Her mouth twisted up in acruel smile as she pulled the cloak closer around her slim frame. She knew howto hit him where it hurts. She clucked her tongue and cocked her head.

“You’re just jealous.”

Cassian whirled around,eyes wild as he stared at her incredulously. His body trembling with tension.

“What ever forsweetheart?” He drawled. “That I didn’t almost rape you?” She flinched from hiswords, anger laced his tone. This is what they were good at, jibing and tearingeach other to shreds.

“No,” She said, nevermissing a beat, her smile now borderline sardonic

“That I’d rather sully myselfwith warriors and fae bastard than an actual bastard born.” Her voice droppedan octave as she let out a humourless laugh.

“Just like your father,Cassian, I want nothing to do with you. I can’t wait to be rid of you forever.Your mere presence makes me sick. How do you live with yourself? Knowing youonly bring misery and disappointment in people’s lives.”

This time Cassianflinched as he sucked in a breath. Such pain swirled in those hazel eyes. Toofar, too deep. His whole face fell as his wings drooped. It’s like everything holdinghim together just deflated.

His lips pursed in a grimline and he shot her a nod.

“Very well.” His voicebarely above a whisper. “You’ve made your point, Nesta.”

She almost cried aloudfrom his brokenness. She wanted to take it back, everything. She hadn’t meantone word, but they did their job and he left without another look back. She drywretched on the floor. Nothing could be worse than what she had done to Cassiantonight. Never had he used her name since they met. Never had he let her seehim so defeated. Everything was spinning, and nothing was making sense, shejust wanted everything to stop. She curled into a ball on the floor and let hertears lull her into an uneasy sleep.

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Our Story This post comes after Why did we develop a small Shopify App? Since 16/12/2016 Our Shopify App – SEO Product Optimizer (SPO) had launched on Shopify App Store. We were happy that our works had finally released to the public. Thiswas a very exciting moment to see how the market reacted to our concepts. Originally we planned to finish the app within 3 months. We made it within 2 months… However Shopify App Team took around 3 weeks to finish reviewing our app to beta testing. We spent the extra time on testing and pre-marketing. Finally we finished reviewing on 15/12/2016. Phew! We could search it on the Shopify App Store. Now it’s time to do more marketing instead of coding. We have sent our app to a list of related communities we curated on a Google Sheet. With a very limited budget I would like to get around 1,000 beta users before we formally charge for a monthly subscription fee.   Purpose of this series: I have been reading various blogs like the Buffer Blog, Noise vs Signals, BugMuncher Blog (Love this founder, quite fun). I believe in the philosophy of transparency creates trust. It may look stupid to reveal our numbers to the public. This may lead to our competitors following our strategy easily. But I don’t think any existing players will feel nervous of a small player like us. We’re just too small like a peanut. The purpose of this series will be Help other bootstrappers and solo founders like meShare our values with the othersClear my thoughts for the next stepBootstrapping our app to a stable income businessI have been failing for too many fucking times. This writing makes me feel less scared. It’s more about psychology & my personal stuffs.   The marketing tactics we used in the last month: I was doing marketing with the following ways: SPO Product WebsiteWe put our branding and product information on a standalone website. But it could not drive much traffic. Anyway at least we’d got a place where our app could be found out from search engines. Replying relating questions on communities or forumsNot much traffic received as well. We answered relevant questions on Shopify community or Reddit. Unfortunately Shopify community was not very active among store owners. We could find many questions that could be solved by our App. But I didn’t see much traffic coming in.On the contrary, Reddit communities were very active. I subscribed to subreddits like startup, entrepreneur, ecommerce, Shopify and even SideProject. Redditors are very helpful. They gave valuable opinions regarding my launch and marketing strategy. Guest post requests sent to related mediaNot much feedback received. There aren’t many blogs about Shopify. I am not sure if it’s because of my poor PR pitching skill, though I didn’t reach famous media like TNW, TechCrunch. Dan at EcommerceRVW were quite helpful. The site was founded by 2 cofounders named Dan. Awesome. Engineering marketingA small web app called http://ift.tt/2i8UpFn was developed. The simple web app helps users sharing a URL on Facebook with a custom title, description and image in breeze. If users just wanna have a quick share of their website, they no longer need to change their codes about social meta tags.It drove 400 users to this web app. The user spike made the server broke down for a moment. We fixed the server issue immediately after locating it’s a database problem. We installed StatusCake to notify us whenever it happened again (Hopefully Not!). It’s also a good thing because it won’t bother our real users when the app is formally launched in the short future. User action recording with HotjarAs I was not sure whether our onboarding process could help our new customers, I set up Hotjar to see if the new customers could follow our instructions. Out of my expectation, most customers could understand our thoughts. Some of them might spend more than 1 or 2 hours at the 1st time. I had watched carefully for some samples. Indeed there were stupid setups wasting users time. We would include the enhancement & bug fixes in the next update.Hotjar was indeed very useful to understand how users interacted with our software. I no longer need to make any wild guess or asking users via email. Install Google Analytics (GA) into SPO website, blog, Shopify listing page, inside the appThis is a basic move to track conversions from various channels to actual app install. Page views mean nothing if there is no actual install. We value the most important metric as users going from Shopify App listing page to install ratio.   Summary of Tools I used so far:**Metrics measurement** GA: free. tracking traffics from various Hotjar: free. Recording user action in apps **Support** Pure Chat: free. Live chat with SPO website users Helpscout: free. Knowledge Base for FAQ. Instant help menu in App. **Design** Balsamiq: $12 / month. mockup and fast prototyping Canva: free. Social media graphics and blog feature images. Love it! GIMP: free. Light graphics editing. **Infrastructure** Bitbucket: free. Code management Asana: free. Project management Status Cake: free. Notification about web service status SendGrid: free. Transaction email triggered in SPO App Digital Ocean Cloud Server: $5 / month. for SPO blog, website, app. **Others** Godaddy email: free gift when I purchased domain. Though the mail client interface is like shit, it works. WordPress: free. SPO blog Mailchimp: paid per email sent. My list got more than 2,000 subscribers (for my consulting business). Marketing emails to SPO users. Some Discovery about the marketing results:**117 active installs made since launch, 30 uninstalls** **Good things** **Low uninstall rate** Our install rate is very high, nearly 70% since our launch. The remaining 30% uninstall rate is probably due to the installation of liquid code into the Shopify theme. The small task is intimidating for non-techie store owners. However this is limited by a strange software architecture of Shopify. We cannot do much to eliminate this task. We received many inquiries about liquid code installation via email. However the app is free at the moment. So users didn’t have a cost to install or uninstall it. **High session time** Many users will spend long time (say 1 – 2 hours) using our app even the first time. We discovered the interesting facts in Hotjar. These hard working users will go through all products 1 by 1, just like what our instructions told them. I can say that users can follow 80 – 90% of our onboarding process. **Bad things** **Low Retention** Users may not frequently come back after working on products. If we want users coming back after a while, we need to give users a good reason. Otherwise the retention will be kept low. Users will eventually uninstall the app if they didn’t open our app for a long time. **Very Slow Growth Rate** The user growth rate is very slow, just 5 – 7 more installs per day. More marketing works are required. I am not sure if this is because Shopify app user base is small or our marketing effort is not enough. If it’s the former case, we may need to expand our target market to websites other than Shopify stores. Monthly Subscription not likely a good revenue model?One thing I doubt is whether monthly subscription is a good model for SEO. Many users just edit the products once and they are done. My initial plan was to create stable income via monthly subscription. There are around 200K stores. 50% are our target market, i.e. 100K stores. If we can get 1% of stores to pay for our app, there will be 1,000 customers. Each of them we’ll charge for $10 – $15 / month. That’s already a stable business in my region. If I am going to charge by monthly subscription, I need to make users coming back regularly. Not very confident it can be done at the moment.I am afraid turning from free to subscription will be a deal breaker. If it’s not working, I may go to freemium model by selling value added service. A freemium model also requires a large user base in order to convert free users to paid users. The current user base may be too small to for freemium monetization. I need a moment to think about the issue. Obviously we cannot hit product market fit at this moment.What’s next?In the next month, I will try to increase the user base to 500 – 1,000. The current marketing channels are too narrow. We are unlike other SaaS apps with frontend features that can enjoy additional organic growth for more users.We will investigate a viral loop to have positive organic growth. Otherwise we must die after few months according to the current growth rate. Not cool.Mind sharing your marketing strategy?How do you get your app to the market? Did you have a good business as a Shopify app developer? Feel free to drop me a note at bennychan[a]sillycube.comOriginal Story: http://ift.tt/2ie9p4e