#Enchanted Evenings 2022

[chaosangel767]

For Your Birthday

Happy Birthday Dearest Comte!!!

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Comte x F!Reader 

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 9: Lingerie 

CW: lingerie, nipple play, slight breeding, vaginal penetration 

WC: 1000+

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Your knuckles rap against his door nervously, fidgeting with how your robe is tied. The hallway is empty of residents, most tucked away in their rooms working. The clock striking midnight had brought you out of your room in search of your lover, wanting to give him his gift. 

“Come in” his warm voice washes over you, and your smile brightens. Opening the door you step into his study. “Ahh Ma Cherie, I was wondering who would visit me so late at night.” he smiles up from behind his desk and you hurry over to his side. 

“Happy birthday Comte” you announce as you open his door. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks over at the clock. Only a few minutes past midnight, it is his birthday after all. 

“I wanted to be the first person to tell you happy birthday and give you a present” You murmur, standing next to him and caressing his hair. His eyes rake over your figure before he pushes back from his desk and sitting in front of you. 

“This is new” He murmurs, fingers brushing against the silk of your robe. Teasingly tugging on the fabric, he watchines more skin of your chest revealed.  The babydoll lace lingerie  only teases the vampire, the fabric drapes over your skin, complimenting your skin tone and leaving very little to the imagination. It had been quite a feat for you to hide this commission from him, wanting to surprise him for his birthday. 

“So this is what you kept leaving the mansion for?” Your nod has a smile gracing his face. You cup his cheek, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, Comte tugs the robe completely off your body. Arms snake around you as he pulls you into his lap. 

“Happy birthday” you whisper, your fingers lovingly stroking his cheek. His lips press against your hungrily in a kiss. Deepening the kiss, you feel his tongue explore your mouth and you pull away for a breath, a smile playing on your lips. Looking into his eyes, you catch a familiar predatory look in his gaze.  His fingers start at your cheek, wandering down your neck and shoulders, caressing all the skin they find. You shiver as his finger presses along the fabric, feeling it brush against your sensitive nipple. When you let out a soft sigh, his smile turns teasing. Mouth leaning forward to catch your breast, his tongue lapping at the fabric. The sensation has your hands curling on his shoulder, digging into his shirt for stability. His hands move behind you to clear off his desk. Parting from your breasts long enough to set you on the desk, he steps in  between your legs, fingers tracing the hem of the skirt. You shiver at his wandering touch, looking up at him with eyes clouded in need. 

“This is almost too good to take off” He murmurs in your ear, watching your face betray all the pleasure you are feeling. 

“So don’t take it off”  you whisper, “It’s yours to do with as you please” Reaching forward, you capture his lips in a kiss, teasing his tongue. Your hands go to his pants, undoing them enough to palm at his length. You can feel the moan in his throat as you muffle it. His fingers return the favor, rubbing against your core, he starts to prepare you. 

“That’s it” He murmurs, feeling your thumb circle his tip. His fingers thrust in your core, curling to stoke your sweet spot. It’s his turn to  muffle your moans as your walls clench around his fingers, protesting when he withdraws them, moving your hands away from his length as well. 

“Comte” You start to protest, but his hands grab your thigh, lifting you into the air. He doesn’t say anything else as he brings you to his bed, moving quickly before dropping you across the cool sheets.

“You said I could do what I pleased?” His voice is husky, raw with desire and you nod in agreement, letting out a groan when he flips you onto your hands and knees, hands roughly going up your thighs. He pushes the fabric out of the way, his hands massaging your bottom as he looks you over. 

“So pretty” he murmurs, fingers brushing along your slit to collect your juices,  spreading it over his length. His hands go to your waist, gripping the delicate fabric in his hands as he holds it in place. 

His name is a scream from your lips when he thrusts, sheathing himself inside with one thrust. Your breathing struggles to recover, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin. Once he feels you regulate yourself and start rocking for stimulation, he picks up his thrusts.Your orgasm tears through you and your body goes weightless, trembling against the bed until he lifts you up. Nestling you against his chest he gets a deeper angle, only amplifying your orgasm. Every thrust hits your sweet spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body, as his hand creeps to your breast. His mouth busies itself with your neck and shoulder, teeth scraping against your skin as marks bloom across your shoulder. 

“I can’t wait to fill you up” He murmurs in your ear, scraping his teeth against your ear. Shuddering between his thrusts and his touch, you moan his name as your second orgasm quickly approaches. Pushing you back down, he buries your face in the pillow, body pressed tight to yours as his thrusts grow sloppy. Your name is a grunt in your shoulder, the feeling of his seed spilling against your wall triggers your pleasure. Consumed by the warm feeling, your eyes glaze over, body collapsing against the bed the instant his hands lose their grip. Whispering words of love, Comte wraps you up in his arms, length still pressed deep inside as he whispers promises and caresses your skin. 

[randonauticrap]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒕

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet/F!Reader

Warnings ~ Explicit smut: cunnilingus, face fucking, penetration

Prompt ~ Day 4: "Face fucking" from @chaosangel767 's "Enchanted Evenings" writing event!

Word Count ~ 1452

MINORS DNI - Smut under the cut!

This was not how you had planned to spend your afternoon off from lessons, but you weren’t complaining as the 1st prince of Rhodolite trailed hot, needy kisses down your neck. A cool breeze blew through the autumn air, bringing a chill to your lavished skin. His fingers delicately curled around the first few laces of your corset and tugged them loose, one by one, slowly revealing your breasts to him. Before you could even attempt to voice your concern about getting caught, Jin had latched his lips to one of your nipples and begun to suck on it with the ferocity of a famished beast. The rough pad of his thumb came up to tame the other nipple into a hardened peak and your mind lost all coherent thought, his name springing to your lips over and over again like a prayer. 

He grunted as he yanked the rest of your strings loose from your corset, and pulled the dress underneath it free from your body; mindless to the seams snapping in the wake of his powerful, unrelenting hands. No sooner had you been laid bare against the wooden bench than his skillful digits found your clit and began to circle it with a needy fervor. You arched against his touch and let out a pitiful whine, all worries regarding being seen gone with the gentle breeze. In fact, if they saw, let them watch. There was an odd sense of pride in your bosom, having tamed the 1st Prince of Rhodolite into fucking you, and only you. “Ah- Jin!” you cried as two of his fingers slithered into your wet folds, prying you apart to make way for his tongue to lavish you fully. He licked several lascivious stripes through your folds and you moaned loudly, the pleasure nearly robbing you of all control. But Jin needed more. 

You yelped in surprise as the prince lifted you off of your back and steadied you to stand on the bench. “Jin, what are you- ? Oh, God..” before you could even finish asking, he had positioned himself below you and was pulling you forward. Your hands landed on the back of the bench on either side of his head, while his hands had a firm grasp on your ass cheeks, pulling your raging heat closer to his lips until he was suckling on your desire as if it was his only sustenance in the world. “Oh, ohh fuck, Jin!” you howled, the cord inside you pulling taught with this delicious new angle. He clenched his fingers around the flesh on your ass before landing a hard smack! against the right side. Moans and whimpers were falling from your lips in succession now, but even your cries couldn’t drown out the sounds of the sloppy mess Jin was making of your drenched cunt. You could feel the excess seeping down your shaking legs and clenched the wood paneling harder, content to worry about splinters later. 

“Jin! Please let me cum..” you begged softly, unsure how much longer you could stand. Jin sensed your uncertainty and took hold of your hips, lowering you to your knees before him. You watched in awe as he undid his belt buckle and slid his trousers down his legs, the metal grazing your sensitive skin as they went, making you shudder. You groaned quietly as he freed his stiff manhood from his undergarments. ‘Will it even fit?’ The thought whirled through your mind as he gave himself several pumps before reaching for your hands.

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.” he grinned wickedly and you cursed him in your mind. ‘How dare he look this good and be this confident simultaneously?!’ But you didn’t dare back down from the challenge; especially one that would give you the release your core was desperately aching for. So you raised yourself up and began teasing your entrance with his cock, rubbing it between your folds; slowly, quicker, slowly again. You closed your eyes and rocked into the feeling of having him so close; his chiseled chest radiating heat onto you, his eyes never leaving your pliant form. You felt him getting impatient, but you didn’t care. He had given his shaft to you, and it was yours to play with now. So you took your time, lowering down on him, then raising back up, sinking a little lower, then pulling him back out again. His grunts grew louder with each tease, more desperate, more wanton. But he let you have your way; you knew he liked it, being used like this. However, you decided it was time to give him his reward, and so without warning, you sat down on his lap, sheathing his cock fully inside you, and ripping an absolutely sinful groan from his lips. 

He growled, his hands finding your hips again and helping you roll your hips into him. “Fuck, finally sweetheart. I thought you’d never let me have this pretty pussy of yours.” he grunted, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. 

“J-Jin!” you stuttered, your walls beginning to spasm around his girth. Another sudden slap to your ass cheek had a wave of pleasure tearing through your body, and you clutched to the prince’s shoulders for support as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you wailed his name into the otherwise quiet afternoon. 

“Come on, sweetheart. You have another one in you, I know you do.” Jin said before clamping down on your nipple again and swirling his tongue around it. One of his hands found your clit and began rubbing mercilessly as you rutted onto his throbbing cock. Your whole body trembled, the pleasure nearly too much to bear. You teetered on the edge of ecstasy as each vein on his length raked your insides; in and out, in and out. “Cum with me, sweetheart.” Jin whispered against your skin. The feeling of his hot breath, coupled with the delectable sensations in your heat sent you over the edge again and you choked out his name and a string of curse words as the coil snapped within you. You arched against him and threw your head back, feeling liquid gush from your core and onto Jin’s cock. Your release triggered his own and he let out a strangled cry of your name, his hips stuttering into you as he spilled his seed inside of you with a final grunt.  

He stilled within you and pulled you into his chest, gently stroking your damp hair. Your arms automatically curled around his neck, and you nuzzled your face in his shoulder, sighing contentedly. Your whole body felt limp against Jin’s toned frame, and you let him caress the skin on your back and down to your butt, soothing any immediate aches and pains. He always took such good care of you, making sure you were never hurt or hesitant, and making sure you felt as good as he did. You both sat that way for awhile, tangled up in each other’s limbs, perfectly content to rest the day away like this. But you knew that sooner or later, someone would come looking, and it was in both of your best interests if this was not the position you were discovered in. So after several languid kisses, once your light laughter lit up the garden again, Jin helped you redress, as you did him, and you parted ways with promises of more to come later. 

In the early evening, after you had taken your dinner, you sat in the library going over several passages Sariel had assigned for you, when you heard a rapping on the library door. You wondered who it was and why they didn’t simply walk in, but your curiosity got the better of you, so you crossed the room and cracked the door open. A golden gleam with purple hair grinned back at you, a deceptive twinkle lingering in his gaze. “Good evening, Clavis.” You knew that look meant no good, but you did your best to stay polite. “Can I help you?” 

“No, not right now.” he feigned disappointment, the smile still lurking behind his eyes. “I was just looking for Chev, but seeing as you’re here he probably is elsewhere.” 

“Yep, I haven’t seen him and I’ve been here for a few hours now.” you replied, slightly relieved that he would be leaving soon. 

“Oh well, I’ll come back later. See you around, Belle.” Clavis chuckled, throwing a careless wave in your direction as he began to turn away from the door. But just before he left.  “Oh Belle, by the way… you really do have a very pretty pussy. You’ll have to let me join in next time.” 

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[robertsbarbie]

found my professor’s tumblr today and it was literally the highlight of my whole year

[radio-4-is-static]

The Dream | Jana Horn

The Window is the Dream began as a failed poem. I wrote it as I was waking up... the last thing I want in this breath of existence / is not to throw myself into it / as any bird might stop flying / when the window is the dream. I think the original line was "toad breath." My classmates were nice about it, even the teacher.

I was taking a class on esoteric lit, a fiction workshop, a poetry class. And while the poem wasn't quite... a poem... a song did rise from it, like smoke from a fire put-out. The song is called The Dream, which maybe the album is pointing toward. These recurring lines which depict the image of a bird hitting a window, though not out of oblivion, but because the bird knows something we don't.

***What if birds aren't singing, they're screaming? (Aldous Harding)

***What if nightmares were cries from hell? What if nightmares literally took place in hell? Why not? Everything is so strange, even this is possible. (Jorge Luis Borges)

I think of a line from a favorite story of mine, "Car Crash While Hitchhiking," in which a man is observing someone badly hurt, and about to go: And therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person’s life on this earth. I don’t mean that we all end up dead, that’s not the great pity. I mean that he couldn’t tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn’t tell him what was real.

I won't bore you with more quotes... but perhaps my idea with this song, and album, was in part to help keep this broader, ongoing conversation in the air, like a beach ball.

I wrote these songs in the thick of a writing program. I was reading all the time, sometimes five-hundred pages a week or more, there was no music on, for years maybe; my record player broke, the stereo in my car, my laptop’s was on its last speaker and then it started twitching. The feeling of those days was holding on, as though centripetal force alone was keeping everything going. Songs spilled. Days go by / they don't have time. Even the walks I took were circular, around the cemetery and back.

The album was recorded in the breaths I could take away from school, over about a year. Once I had a number of songs, I drove to upstate New York where my friends Sarah and Jared warned me we could make something beautiful. I think I was the first, or one of them, to record in their barn, which is now a bonafide studio. The whole thing was a family affair. Jonathon, one of the guitarists, and I even have the same last name. I like the songs that we play together, how his guitar and my voice sound like they’re having a conversation, or arguing, or trust-falling into one another. There’s more of this, I think, a kind of dialogue throughout, between the voices in the room.

– Jana Horn on her new album The Window Is The Dream

[ttpdsargeant]

lacy

oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x reader

part 1 part 2

having to watch his ex with his teammate, he starts to get jealous. however, he knows he can’t do anything about it because he knows he’s the one who ruined everything.

it’s loosely based on lacy by olivia rodrigo but from lando’s perspective if that makes sense. also first bit of non social media writing pls be nice😪😪 (this is about 2 weeks after invisible string)

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yourusername, enchanted, out now🤍

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user1, “forcing laughter faking smiles” this is so 2022 lando & y/n coded i love when she gets shady

carmenmmundt, prettiest girl with the prettiest voice🫶🫶

⤷ yourusername, miss you sm💗💗

user2, this night is sparkling😭😭don’t you let it go😭😭i’m wonderstruck😭😭blushing all the way home😭😭

⤷ user3, best chorus ever i fear

lilymhe, GORGEOUS SONG GORGEOUS GIRL I LOVE IT

⤷ yourusername, I LOVE U🫶🫶

user4, IM NEVER RECOVERING FROM THIS LEAVE ME ALONE

user5, please!! don’t!! be!! in!! love!! with!! someone!! else!! please!! don’t!! have!! somebody!! waiting!! on!! you!!

⤷ user6, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

oscarpiastri, stop it i’m blushing

⤷ yourusername, good🫶🫶

user7, cutest couple in the world i think

user8, lando liked this why am i scared

lando had heard the song. of course he had, how could he not? it was on the radio, on every social media app, it was everywhere.

it didn’t help that it was about his teammate either because people wouldn’t stop going on about it in interviews.

he knew he was the one who messed everything up, so he knew you would move on soon enough. there was no reason for him to be jealous. after all, he told you he never loved you; was that a lie?

going into mclaren’s hospitality, he wasn’t really expecting you and oscar to be there. he tried to push down the jealousy but he couldn’t help glaring from afar.

neither of you even noticed that he entered, meaning he was free to stare. max, however, noticed him doing anything but looking away from you two.

“mate, you really need to move on,” he spoke, catching lando’s attention. “it’s been 6 months and you’re the one that broke up with her.”

sighing, lando covered his face with his hands. “i know. i messed it up, but why does it have to be him?”

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ynupdates, lando and y/n via mclaren’s instagram story😭😭admin just gets messier and messier

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user1, NO WAY YOURE KIDDING

user2, they look like kids who got caught doing something bad😭😭

⤷ user3, they were def caught off guard

user4, where was oscar omg

user5, they’re literally 🧍🧍‍♀️

user6, first ynlando picture in 6 months nobody move

⤷ user7, this is insane right after enchanted

user8, begging people to not ship them again no one forget how cutsie oscar and her are pls

this is lowkey short and kinda sucks but it’s fiiiine. also i made girly a singer cause i don’t want her job to just be wag yk so here we are

[bi-disaster-yn]

Endorsement

Kinktober 2022 | Praise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky likes to be praised for doing a good job.

Contains: Praise kink, blindfolding, p in v sex. 18+, minors DNI!

A/N: idk about you guys but I would make Bucky a blushy mess with all the praise I’d give him.

Bucky Barnes was a Sunday morning kind of lover.

Never in a rush, he’d indulge you completely and invest time into giving you all the pleasure you deserved.

He was talented at it too, having observed exactly what your body responded to and using that whilst also exploring new things. That was the thing: he only focussed on your pleasure and didn’t take the time to navigate his own.

That morning, he had you blindfolded and lying on your side while he spooned you. His vibranium arm stretched out where you rested your head on top of it and held your wrists clasped together so he could hold you in place.

His flesh hand was on your hip, pinning you to the bed as he took deep, explorative strokes inside you.

At this angle, he could see your face contort in pleasure. He could feel your heartbeat in your neck as he scratched it with his stubble. Best of all, he could whisper all the praise in the world for his girl in your ear.

“So beautiful like this, doll. Does it feel good? Blindfolded you so you could feel it all. Want my girl to feel as much pleasure as possible.” He mumbled against your skin as he nipped at your neck. His movements were soft, which contrasted with how tightly he was holding your wrists together.

“You feel incredible. Did you know that, sweetheart? Such a beautiful girl. And so good for me.” He groaned from deep in his chest at this point which elicited a soft whimper from you. “I could keep you here like this all day. I’d never get tired of fucking you.”

Your resolve failed you completely when Bucky moved his hand from your hip to between your legs to rub your sensitive bud softly. His grin was almost audible in your ear as you let out a surprised raspy moan.

“Bucky-“ you took a minute to bite your lip and stifle the moans that threatened to escape your hoarse throat to little avail. “Fuck… you fuck me so good! Too good, I need you all the time.”

Bucky almost paused his movements in surprise of your praise. Here you were, completely at his mercy and receiving his domineering praise, yet, you had just enchanted him with your sweet compliments. He swore his cock got that little bit harder, if that was even possible.

“What did you say, baby?” He whispered, low in your ear which sent a shiver down your spine. He continued circling your clit and slipping his cock in and out of you but almost in a trancelike state.

The loss of momentum frustrated you.

“I said you fuck me so good! Please fuck me harder! I need to feel you and how thick you are!” You retaliated, hoping this would gain more traction. You succeeded and managed to ignite something in Bucky.

“Praise me.” He commanded, picking up the pace. The instruction startled you a little and you remained in stunned silence.

“Praise me.” He repeated, this time with a rough snap of his hips that made you squeal.

“You fill me up so good, sweetheart. When you’re not fucking me, I miss you. I wish you were inside me at all times.” You managed to get out in sharp breaths as Bucky increased his efforts with both his cock and his fingers on your clit.

Then, all of a sudden, he pulled out of you drawing out a desperate whine from you. Still blinded, you could feel him manhandling you on to your stomach. Your cheek rested on the soft pillow beneath you; your wrists once held together were now pulled apart and pinned down at either side of your head.

Bucky slowly pushed into you again, making your mouth form an ‘O’ shape. The way he had you pinned down made it impossible to move so all you could do was take him.

“More.” He gruffly whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe and dragging it with his teeth. Who were you to deny your boyfriend the only thing he asked of you?

“Such a good man, Buck. So good, take care of me so well. I’ve never had anyone as good as you! Nothing as good as this! I’ll be thinking about this for days.” Your voice was gravelly by the end of your little speech but you didn’t care. Bucky was pounding into you frantically, hardly pulling out as his hips consistently hit your ass cheeks. His grunts and groans were loud and audible, as well as the sound of his dog tags jingling against his chest with the speed he was moving at. Fresh slick slid down your thighs and against his lower tummy as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time.

His hands moved from your wrists. The vibranium one held your hip while the flesh one pressed into your lower back so that your stomach was pushed into the mattress, further stimulating your g-spot and building up that beautifully overwhelming tension.

You screamed as your climax washed over you. Your full body was jolted forward and your face brushed against the pillow over and over while the blindfold heightened everything just that little bit further.

“Did I make you cum, baby?” Bucky asked breathlessly, still rutting into you.

“You did, sweetheart. I came so hard, all because of you.” You whimpered back to inspire his own orgasm.

With a soft and beautiful moan, Bucky came too. He collapsed against your back, pulling your blindfold off and peppering multiple sweet kisses to your cheek to calm you down as you panted.

“I think you have a praise kink, Buck.” You smiled tiredly after a while, content to have him lying on top of you and worshipping your fatigued body with kisses. He blushed slightly, giving you a squeeze and resting his cheek against your shoulder.

“Yeah, I think I do too.”

[cartierre]

AMOUR ROSE | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x fem!reader (fc: pasabist on ig)

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yourusername filling up my vitamin d tank in portugal ❦

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user1 someone explain to me how this girl is dating charles ⤷ user2 she's way out of his league

charles_leclerc mon bijou (my jewel), no one compares to your beauty! ⤷ yourusername charles stop i'm already turning red

charles_leclerc i cannot believe how blessed i've been with you in my life, i'm going crazy over you ⤷ yourusername you're so overdramatic...

user3 y/n being absolutely flustered because of charles' comments is so real of her ⤷ user4 even i'm blushing because of his compliments ⤷ user5 idk if i should be jealous because she's dating charles or because he keeps being the sweetest boyfriend

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yourusername bye bye vacation ☀️

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user6 i want what they have ⤷ user7 every night i manifest this exact life

charles_leclerc mon soleil (my sun), your smile brightens up my day ⤷ yourusername careful or you'll get a sunburn ⤷ charles_leclerc i'd gratefully accept every sunburn if it means seeing your smile every day

user8 i hate charles for raising the bar so high with every comment he leaves under her posts ⤷ user9 god has his favourites and she's one of them fr

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voguesingapore Let the elegance of #Y/N enchant us all. A rising star on various social media platforms, Y/N Y/L/N has enjoyed a big following, especially on Instagram. She's currently dating Formula One driver Charles Leclerc and opens up about the life as an F1 WAG and her life in the spotlight in our September Issue 2022.

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yourusername it feels like a dream come true! i'm still speechless this is really happening... ⤷ charles_leclerc you deserve for all your dreams to come true mon amour (my love)

user10 so we're celebrating people who have achieved nothing on their own now? ⤷ user11 she had a pretty big following even before she started dating charles ⤷ user12 yeah but like.... why? just because she's pretty? ⤷ user13 that's literally how most people became influencers on social media

user14 she's so otherwordly pretty

user15 she looks so ethereal. elegance perfectly describes her

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yourusername charles loves to spoil me on my birthday even if he cannot be here right now

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user16 i need to call my therapist because i cannot anymore ⤷ user17 charles spoiling y/n and her friends because of her birthday really confirms the "if he wanted to he would" saying

charles_leclerc the pink hair is going to be the death of me mon coeur (my heart) ⤷ yourusername my face is as pink as my hair right now

user18 wow and my boyfriend couldn't even text me a "happy birthday" on my birthday morning... ⤷ user19 not everyone can be as sweet as charles leclerc

user20 she's so spoiled oml

user21 you're telling me she rather celebrates her birthday with her friends than support charles in zandvoort? ⤷ user22 some people love to hate on every little thing...

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charles_leclerc mon ange rose me rend fou... bon anniversaire ma chère (my pink angel is driving me insane... happy birthday my dear)

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user23 oh he whipped whipped

user24 charles being absolutely head over heels for y/n is what i aspire in my future relationship

yourusername you're too adorable charles, je t'aime (i love you) ⤷ charles_leclerc je t'aime davantage (i love you more) ⤷ yourusername impossible! ⤷ charles_leclerc yes possible!

user25 i need to take a break from charles' and y/n's profiles because their comments keep destoying me

user26 they made me believe in love again ⤷ user27 if they ever break up, i'll be a two times child of divorce

[book--brackets]

The Scholomance by Naomi Novik (2020-2022)

A Deadly Education is set at Scholomance, a school for the magically gifted where failure means certain death (for real) — until one girl, El, begins to unlock its many secrets. There are no teachers, no holidays, and no friendships, save strategic ones. Survival is more important than any letter grade, for the school won’t allow its students to leave until they graduate… or die! The rules are deceptively simple: Don’t walk the halls alone. And beware of the monsters who lurk everywhere. El is uniquely prepared for the school’s dangers. She may be without allies, but she possesses a dark power strong enough to level mountains and wipe out millions. It would be easy enough for El to defeat the monsters that prowl the school. The problem? Her powerful dark magic might also kill all the other students.

Fablehaven by Brandon Mull (2006-2010)

For centuries, mystical creatures of all description were gathered to a hidden refuge called Fablehaven to prevent their extinction. The sanctuary is one of the last strongholds of true magic. Enchanting? Absolutely. Exciting? You bet. Safe? Well, actually, quite the opposite...

 Kendra and her brother, Seth, have no idea their grandfather is the current caretaker of Fablehaven. Inside the gated woods, ancient laws keep order among greedy trolls, mischievous satyrs, plotting witches, spiteful imps, and jealous fairies. However, when the rules get broken, powerful forces of evil are unleashed, forcing Kendra and Seth to face the greatest challenge of their lives, to save their family, Fablehaven, and perhaps even the world.

Ranger's Apprentice by John Flanagan (2004-2011)

They have always scared him in the past--the Rangers, with their dark cloaksand shadowy ways. The villagers believe the Rangers practice magic that makes them invisible to ordinary people. And now 15-year-old Will, always small for his age, has been chosen as a Ranger's apprentice. What he doesn't yet realize is that the Rangers are the protectors of the kingdom. Highly trained in the skills of battle and surveillance, they fight the battles before the battles reach the people. And as Will is about to learn, there is a large battle brewing. The exiled Morgarath, Lord of the Mountains of Rain and Night, is gathering his forces for an attack on the kingdom. This time, he will not be denied. . . . 

Ruby Red Trilogy by Kerstin Geir (2009-2010)

Sixteen-year-old Gwen lives with her extended - and rather eccentric - family in an exclusive London neighborhood. In spite of her ancestors' peculiar history, she's had a relatively normal life so far. The time-traveling gene that runs like a secret thread through the female half of the family is supposed to have skipped over Gwen, so she hasn't been introduced to "the mysteries," and can spend her time hanging out with her best friend, Lesley. It comes as an unwelcome surprise when she starts taking sudden, uncontrolled leaps into the past.

She's totally unprepared for time travel, not to mention all that comes with it: fancy clothes, archaic manners, a mysterious secret society, and Gideon, her time-traveling counterpart. He's obnoxious, a know-it-all, and possibly the best-looking guy she's seen in any century...

The Books of Bayern by Shannon Hale (2003-2009)

She was born with her eyes closed and a word on her tongue, a word she could not taste.

Her name was Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she spent the first years of her life listening to her aunt’s stories and learning the language of the birds, especially the swans. And when she was older, she watched as a colt was born, and she heard the first word on his tongue, his name, Falada.

Hex Hall by Rachel Hawkins (2010-2013)

Three years ago, Sophie Mercer discovered that she was a witch. It's gotten her into a few scrapes. Her non-gifted mother has been as supportive as possible, consulting Sophie's estranged father—an elusive European warlock—only when necessary. But when Sophie attracts too much human attention for a prom-night spell gone horribly wrong, it's her dad who decides her punishment: exile to Hex Hall, an isolated reform school for wayward Prodigium, a.k.a. witches, faeries, and shapeshifters. 

By the end of her first day among fellow freak-teens, Sophie has quite a scorecard: three powerful enemies who look like supermodels, a futile crush on a gorgeous warlock, a creepy tag-along ghost, and a new roommate who happens to be the most hated person and only vampire student on campus. Worse, Sophie soon learns that a mysterious predator has been attacking students, and her only friend is the number-one suspect. 

As a series of blood-curdling mysteries starts to converge, Sophie prepares for the biggest threat of all: an ancient secret society determined to destroy all Prodigium, especially her.

Fables by Bill Willingham (2002-2015)

When a savage creature known only as the Adversary conquered the fabled lands of legends and fairy tales, all of the infamous inhabitants of folklore were forced into exile. Disguised among the ""mundys,"" their name for normal citizens of modern-day New York, these magical characters created their own secret society that they call Fabletown.

From their exclusive luxury apartment buildings on Manhattan's Upper West Side, these creatures of legend must fight for their survival in the new world.

Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey (1968-2018)

On a beautiful world called Pern, an ancient way of life is about to come under attack from a myth that is all too real. Lessa is an outcast survivor--her parents murdered, her birthright stolen--a strong young woman who has never stopped dreaming of revenge. But when an ancient threat to Pern reemerges, Lessa will rise--upon the back of a great dragon with whom she shares a telepathic bond more intimate than any human connection. Together, dragon and rider will fly . . . and Pern will be changed forever.

Thursday Next by Jasper Fforde (2001-present)

England is a virtual police state where an aunt can get lost (literally) in a Wordsworth poem and forging Byronic verse is a punishable offense. All this is business as usual for Thursday Next, renowned Special Operative in literary detection. But when someone begins kidnapping characters from works of literature and plucks Jane Eyre from the pages of Bront 's novel, Thursday is faced with the challenge of her career.

The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir (2019-present)

The Emperor needs necromancers.

The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman.

Gideon has a sword, some dirty magazines, and no more time for undead nonsense.

Brought up by unfriendly, ossifying nuns, ancient retainers, and countless skeletons, Gideon is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won't set her free without a service.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House and bone witch extraordinaire, has been summoned into action. The Emperor has invited the heirs to each of his loyal Houses to a deadly trial of wits and skill. If Harrowhark succeeds she will be become an immortal, all-powerful servant of the Resurrection, but no necromancer can ascend without their cavalier. Without Gideon's sword, Harrow will fail, and the Ninth House will die.

Of course, some things are better left dead.

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

i try to avoid descriptors but i do use she/her, mention being shorter than tom and reader is a swiftie! click [HERE] for my tom blyth masterlist :)

the beginning of everything 🩵

*ALSO* speak now (taylor’s version) was released on july 7, 2023 but for my story it’s june 7, 2022 because we only support taylor’s version in this house

june 7, 2022

liked by username and others…

yourname enchanted (taylor’s version) 4:13 - 4:36. also no one is prouder of mother than i. she has my whole heart fr

username excuse me???

username whoooooo?!?

↳ username who what

↳ username i think they’re asking who the caption is about. because of the time stamps.

username i’m lazy can someone tell me what the lyrics are

↳ yournamefans “these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon / i was enchanted to meet you / please don’t be in love with someone else / please don’t have somebody waiting on you”

rachelzegler 🥰 i ship iiiiittt!!!

↳ yourname shhh not so loud hasmzjejiajef

taylorswift meredith said if you don’t tell me who you’re talking about she’s going to be extremely upset. also hi i love you and you totally have my whole heart 💜

↳ taylorswift but tell me. i mean her.

↳ yourname i’m crying right now 😭 but also of course i’ll tell u anything for you my queen

joshandresrivera 🙊

↳ yourname and the monkey’s mouth better stay closed 🙃🙃🙃

ewanmitchell ooooooooooooooo

↳ yourname juliette is gonna put poison in aemonds drink istg

↳ username house of the dragon isn’t even released yet and we’re already witnessing a lovers spat!

↳ username wait is she dating ewan?

↳ username no but ewan plays aemond targaryen and yourname plays juliette atlas. they’re together in the book at least

tchalamet je sais qui 😄 (i know who)

↳ yourname je vais te tuer 🤭 (i’m going to kill you)

tomblyth liked this photo

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~ 2 weeks later ~

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tomblyth by the way, i was enchanted to meet you too ♥️

username i’m crying????

username i’m going to die alone.

↳ username heavy on that for me too 😭

username soft launch!!

↳ username more like hard af launch. this is obviously referring to yourname post a couple of weeks ago which means her crush was mutuaaaaal

yourname ♥️

username WAIT that means they’re gonna be in a movie together???

↳ username do your hands hurt from all that reaching 😳

↳ yournamefans i think they’re right. tomblyth and rachelzegler were already announced to play lucy gray baird and coriolanus snow. they were then seen with joshandresrivera and yourname on june 7. that wasn’t a double date based on their captions, so it was possibly a meet / hang out with your co-stars thing? they haven’t known josh and rachel that long so that’s my guess.

rachelzegler i’m screaming! i knew you guys would be perfect together 😍

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[chaosangel767]

Ravished

Fandom: IkePri

Pairing: Leon x F!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 4: Facesitting/Facefucking

CW: cunnilingus, nipple play, riding, mating press, vaginal penetration

WC 1000+

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Nights like these are too rare, your lover leaning against you, arms wrapped tightly around your middle as his even breathing is a melody for your reading. Lost in your novel you don’t notice his stirring, how he grabs your waist, his hand slowly coming up from your hip to caress your breast. He squeezes the supple flesh, listening to your sudden gasp before his thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple. His head slowly raises from your stomach to press kisses against your clothed chest, feeling your desire start to slowly awaken inside you.

“Leon” your voice is hushed as you moan his name. Looking down at him, you tousle his hair, pulling the hair at the nape of his neck when he pinches a little too hard on your sensitive bud. Slowly you see his eyelashes fluttering, eyes half-slitting as he admires your face from between your breasts. Sparks start to spread through your body, the thud of the book falling off the bed as you gaze entranced in his golden orbs.

“Is there something you need?” He is delighting in your facial expressions. Feigning innocence, he trails his finger along your over-sensitive skin. He watches the slight changes as he moves across more sensitive skin and how it pulls little gasps from your lips. Trailing to less sensitive skin he is aware of how you rock your hips, looking for some stimulation to soothe the fire he started in your core.

His fingers tug on the lace binding your breasts, slightly tearing the top of your nightdress in his hurry to free your breasts. A moan falls from your lips when he blows cool air across the buds, watching them harden into stiff peaks before taking one into his mouth. His other hand teased the other bud. Swears and sighs fall from your lips at his ministrations, never wanting the feeling to end. Switching nipples, his hand trails to your thighs, moving his body so he can push up your nightgown over your hips to expose your bare core. Raising an eyebrow at you, he grins.

“No underwear?” His voice is full of lust as he finally presses his lips against yours. Your face flushes, shaking your head and offering no explanation as to what gave you the idea to forgo underwear. Lifting the cloth over your head, he bares your one piece of clothing and you shiver in the cool night air. Leon lowers his head back down, trailing kisses around your skin, his fingers gripping tightly to your hips. He rolls over onto his back, pulling you on top of him. Grabbing the headboard for stability, you comply with his hands, lowering your core over his face.

“Leon- '' You protest again, feeling his tongue come out and lap at the entrance, little teasing licks against your core before nipping at your thigh, a mischievous smile crosses his face.

“Hush or I’ll stop” He murmurs and your lips press together, rolling your hips towards his face. His tongue presses against your entrance and you just whimper, your hands going to his hair. Tugging against his scalp you rock against his face. Whimpering when he pulls away and rolls onto his back. His hands pull against your thighs as he guides you to straddle his chest.

“Come now, you know what I want” he murmurs, pulling your thighs to his face and you gasp, your hand grabbing the headboard as he pulls your core to his mouth, immediately tongue fucking you with no remorse. Your core clamps down against his tongue, searching for deeper stimulation.

His name falls from your lips as you look down, meeting the golden eyes. You can see the triumph in his eyes as the pressure in your core builds, your eyes glazing over when it bursts. Seeing stars, you can’t do much else than rest your head against the headboard for support. He rides out your orgasm, enjoying the look on your face as he pulls all the sensitivity from your core.

“Where are you going?” He growls when you pull your hips out of his grip, the oversensitivity coursing through your nerves. “Come back here, I’m not done yet” His hands hold you in place. Bumping his nose against your clit, his fingers and tongue continue to ravish you, pulling more moans of his name from your lips. You could feel the desire coiling again in your core, teasing you and driving you mad through the post-orgasm haze. Just as your body starts to come down, another wave of pleasure knocks your breath away. Yelling his name, he releases your legs so you can ride his face at will, grinding your core against his tongue as you ride out the pleasure. Breathing heavy, you slump against the headboard, feeling Leon finally pull your hips from his face. His hands leave your hips as you straddle his chest, and after a minute his hands return to your thighs.

“Leon please-” You beg through the haze, body too weightless to move a muscle. A grin appears and he positions you over his cock, lowering you slowly. A moan leaves your throat as he sheathes fully inside of you.

“That’s my girl, look at how well you take me” He encourages, pistoning his hips into yours.

“Fuck, Leon.” Resting his hands on yours, you pathetically roll your hips against his, trying to add more stimulation with your weak muscles. Shivers of pleasure still wreck your body and your attempts to help have Leon smirking.

“I am going to absolutely ravish you” he promises pistoning his hips faster. Your hands curl against his chest, nails leaving marks against his bare chest. Seeing how you struggle to maintain your balance against him he pulls you off of him and flips the two of you over. Pushing your knees to your chest he hovers over your face, breath warming your lips. His length presses into your core, filling you deeper than before and he finally seals your lips. You can feel your orgasm approaching again, eyes rolling as your orgasm washes over you. You can feel the warmth of his seed as he buries himself in your core, rocking his hips gently to help you ride out your pleasure. Pressing kisses all over your face, he whispers soft words to you as you come back too early, his hands massaging your muscles until you drift off to sleep, his warmth surrounding you.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a list of some spring movies/series 🌷

spring is here!! and so is your friendly neighbourhood little organisation freak of a goblin to give you a list of some spring movies and series. as always, just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡

summer | autumn | winter

🐝 ‧₊˚ ⋅ movies ⋅˚₊‧

mary poppins (1964)

the sound of music (1965)

aristocats (1970)

alla vi barn i bullerbyn (1986)

my neighbour totoro (1988)

kiki's delivery service (1989)

a league of their own (1992)

the secret garden (1993)

pride and prejudice (1995/2005)

whisper of the heart (1995)

clueless (1995)

my best friend’s wedding (1997)

parent trap (1998)

10 things i hate about you (1999)

notting hill (1999)

she's all that (1999)

but i’m a cheerleader (1999)

bring it on (2000)

miss congeniality (2000)

spiritied away (2001)

the wedding planner (2001)

legally blonde (2001)

princess diaries (2001 + 2004)

spy kids (2001-2003)

maid in manhatten (2002)

bend it like beckham (2002)

tuck everlasting (2002)

school of rock (2003)

how to lose a guy in 10 days (2003)

something’s gotta give (2003)

13 going on 30 (2004)

finding neverland (2004)

howl’s moving castle (2004)

saving face (2004)

the notebook (2004)

imagine me and you (2005)

nanny mcphee (2005)

penelope (2006)

miss potter (2006)

step up (2006)

she’s the man (2006)

bridge to terabithia (2007)

enchanted (2007)

atonement (2007)

stardust (2007)

ps i love you (2007)

wild child (2008)

made of honour (2008)

ondine (2009)

bride wars (2009)

valentine’s day (2010)

tangled (2010)

leap year (2010)

easy a (2010)

from up on poppy hill (2011)

jane eyre (2011)

crazy, stupid, love (2011)

what to expect when you’re expecting (2012)

remember sunday (2013)

saving mr banks (2013)

about time (2013)

now you see me (2013 + 2016)

love, rosie (2014)

testament of youth (2014)

kingsman (2014-)

paddington (2014 + 2017)

far from the madding crowd (2015)

burnt (2015)

brooklyn (2015)

cinderella (2015)

the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015)

lady chatterley's lover (2015/2022)

creed franchise (2015-2023)

me before you (2016)

mother’s day (2016)

this beautiful fantastic (2016)

the light between oceans (2016)

paterson (2016)

how to be single (2016)

hidden figures (2016)

gifted (2017)

dunkirk (2017)

ocean’s eight (2018)

life itself (2018)

peter rabbit (2018)

christopher robin (2018)

tomb raider (2018)

set it up (2018)

crazy rich asians (2018)

spider-verse movies (2018-)

1917 (2019)

the art of racing in the rain (2019)

can you keep a secret? (2019)

booksmart (2019)

someone great (2019)

endings, beginnings (2019)

emma (2020)

enola holms (2020-)

the last letter from your lover (2021)

the world to come (2021)

🌼 ‧₊˚ ⋅ series ⋅˚₊‧

little house on the prairie (1974-1983)

moomin valley (1990-1992)

greys anatomy (2005-)

gossip girl (2007-2012)

skins (2007-2013)

the great british bake off (2010-)

new girl (2011-2018)

brooklyn nine-nine (2013-2021)

the fosters (2013-2018)

the 100 (2014-2020)

jane the virgin (2014-2019)

outlander (2014-)

grace and frankie (2015-2022)

poldark (2015-2019)

critical role (2015-)

howards end (2017)

girlboss (2017)

she's gotta have it (2017-2019)

the bold type (2017-2021)

mr. sunshine (2018)

queer eye (2018-)

crash landing into you (2019)

the witcher (2019-)

dickinson (2019-2021)

sex education (2019-2023)

bridgerton (2020-)

ted lasso (2020-2023)

nevertheless (2021)

abbott elementary (2021-)

flatshare (2022)

[aziraphales-library]

Hey! Thank you so much for all the amazing you do…!

I just wondered if you had any good recommendations for fics with audio options?

Thanks!!

Hello! I assume by audio options you mean podfics? We have a #podfic tag with a few. I don't listen to them myself, but here are some fics I've read and loved that have podfics available...

[Podfic] Petrichor & Parchment by Literarion (E)

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face?

[Podfic] Summer's End by Literarion (E)

2095. Britain is a post-apocalyptic wasteland ravaged by droughts, the collapse of civilisation, and hordes of the undead. Despite that, Aziraphale’s life is actually pretty good. He has his caravan, his books, and his work, offering his services to the men who stop by Tadfield on their arduous journey north. One day, a mysterious stranger knocks on his door. Crowley is charming and handsome and he appears to know his way around a vegetable garden. He comes with the tempting offer of a mutually beneficial arrangement. But it’s in Aziraphale’s best interest not to get too attached. A dystopian cottagecore sex worker AU.

[Multivoice Podfic] Choose Your Princes Wisely by Multiple (T)

“There’s an enchanted castle West in the Hellian slopes, and apparently it comes with a prince looking for a bride or bridegroom to free him from a dark fae’s curse.” “I see,” Aziraphale says finally, when he realizes both Gabriel and Uriel are staring at him expectantly. “You want me to marry a beast?” Gabriel's mouth flattens. “I want you to take this gods’ blessed opportunity to secure your family’s future for good." OR Aziraphale is a professional quest hero who just wants to sit by the fire and read a book, if his overbearing family will ever let him; Crowley is a serpent demon who needs a gullible hero he can con into gathering some critical ingredients for a human corporation spell. Hijinks and a lot of terribly inconvenient feelings ensue.

[Podfic] Something to do with these sacred words by nantook (T)

Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.

[Podfic] Right Here by Im_Not_Occult (E)

Although Aziraphale has sensed Crowley's love for millennia, after their trials he decides to be honest about his own feelings. So desperate to finally be close, Aziraphale doesn't anticipate that physical intimacy might be rather overwhelming for an ethereal being in a human body. He has wonderfully transcendent celestial experiences that take him away from the moment with Crowley. Together, he and Crowley discover a new level of intimacy as they try to work out this issue--and the shape of their new Arrangement. Featuring: 16k words of unrepentant softness, open conversations about sex, ethereal and human intimacy, a certain promised picnic, and a little bit of bickering between hereditary enemies.

[Fic & Podfic] Press L in the Chat (for Love) by Multiple (E)

Bickering fan-content creators Aziraphale and Crowley only have three things in common — they are both avid fans of a new revolutionary TV series about pirates, they are popular for their fantastic fanfiction and fanart… and they are members of the same discord server. Neither of them likes the other, but across the chaotic virtual world of a discord chatroom, who knows what can happen when these two unlikely fans are paired up for an exciting collaboration? Us. We know ;) Discord Server AU — a collaboration between Phoenix_Soar (fic) and Djapchan (multivoice podfic organization & editing) for Pod-Together 2022

- Mod D

[evermoredeluxe]

We had reason to believe a second rerecording was coming in 2021 specifically because we had no idea how she would go about dropping them and we didn't know about her future touring plans and we didn't even think we'd be getting new albums during the rerecording "era" and I'm pretty sure she had said what a priority they were at the time for her, a lot of us thought it was 1989 but it was Red and that was great! Then summer of 2022 we swore Speak Now and 1989 were coming, surprise! It was Midnights and we were right that she at least recorded SN and 1989 in 2022, but again in 2023 it was made obvious we were getting Speak Now TV because the egg was in the Bejeweled music video where multiple OBVIOUS signs pointed to it, including the ending of the music video where dragons flew around a castle she was standing on the balcony of and a band played an instrumental of enchanted and the next year we got Speak Now TV. At the end of the I Can See You music video where the van is driving away with speak now Taylor, a literal street sign above the car in the center of the screen said "1989tv" THAT IS AN EASTER EGG FROM TAYLOR But after every. single. album. it's been "I really thought it was rep tv", "then why has she been hinting at rep tv", "I like the new album but I want rep tv", "I wish she had given us rep tv instead", and I know they'll be the first to complain about the album and the vault songs and what she should've done or needed to do and how it needed to be done. It's the same thing people do with new albums, they shit on it a new one comes out and all of a sudden she should have done more of what she was doing before. All the people who didn't like TTPD suddenly love Midnights the album that "ruined her career" more and when TS12 comes, "even TTPD was better" will happen.

^^^^ what do i even add, you said it all bestie. i can’t imagine how frustrating it is, good that she’s pulled back

[gallierhouse]

i might as well stay off anon lol so: to what extent do you think amand and louis are actually 'in love' in the 2022 present?

I think there’s love there; I don’t necessarily think they’re “in love” anymore. It’s hard to say because we really don’t know how much Louis remembers. At the start of the interview, when they’re doing their little Rashid routine, I’d say there’s something there. It’s clearly an extension of their D/S role play, especially when Louis drinks from “Rashid” while making eye contact with Daniel and telling him how “Rashid” tastes, how Rashid only exists to pleasure him (he stuffs himself with honey, or something, he swims…), when he gives out “Rashid’s” measurements to Daniel, and then offers “Rashid” to Daniel (Louis asks if Daniel wants to try). “Rashid” looks uncomfortable towards the end, like it’s encroaching on the boundaries of their role play, but it’s also clearly a sex thing. Like, they were definitely still fucking. Good for them.

In season 2, their relationship’s more strained, even as they try to sell it to Daniel. But there’s also obvious love and affection when they recall their first meeting, how they fell in love, how they used to fuck, even. In episode 6, when Louis confronts Armand about wiping his memory and then accepts Armand’s explanation, there’s obvious love there. Armand can manipulate him (whether that’s manipulation is up to you) because he wants to believe the story Armand’s telling him. He wants to believe that Armand loves him, he wants to believe in their relationship. He’s not enchanted the way he used to be, but he still loves Armand. On Armand’s side, it’s obvious he still loves Louis. Not the way he was fascinated with him in Paris, but Armand wouldn’t go to all the trouble of keeping Louis if he didn’t love him. I think both of them want things to go back to the way they used to be, but because they’ve both changed over time, neither of them can go back. You can’t cross the same river twice. So when we see old, familiar affection flare up, it is real, but it’s also nostalgia and longing.

San Francisco also sheds some light on their relationship. It almost ends there. But Louis chooses to keep the relationship (and to spare Daniel in the process). Maybe he lied to protect Daniel, we don’t know. I don’t really think it’s that straightforward though. There’s love when he comforts Armand as Armand half-tends to, half-threatens him as he lies in the coffin. There’s real affection there, despite everything that happened. There’s real affection from Armand, too. Twisted, cruel, abusive, but still affection. Armand’s acting out because he’s upset that Louis doesn’t love and desire him (I clean up, picking lint off the sofa, etc.) and is no longer an active participant in their relationship. You really only act out like that if you still love someone. And he’s genuinely hurt when he’s denied Daniel’s life. You only react like that if you still love someone. In summary, I think they do love each other. It’s no longer the highs and electricity of passion, but love is there. More importantly, they want to want each other. But I don’t really know if that wanting is enough to spark “in love” love again. Have you ever been in a relationship that you know is on its last legs, but you can’t let go, because you still do love them? You’re not in love with them, not the way you used to be, but Christ, you wish both of you could go back and be the people you were before both of you did things you can’t take back and make your relationship go back to the way it was? But it doesn’t matter how much both of you want it, you can’t go back. That’s their situation.

[pieroulette]

HIS LITTLE KITTEN

2022 ・ 16+ ・ 7k ・ oneshot — yandere + shock trope

— requested by anon!

warning: severe bullying, abuse, degradation, controlling and sadistic! jungwon, good boy! jungwon gone bad lmao, mild delusion, cursing, pulling hair, slapping, jungwon having a short temper, non-con kissing, jungwon ruining reader's belongings, public humiliation, cursing, cat & mouse game, um someone's head gonna get cut off - descriptive gore scene?

— I'm not a native speaker so I apologize for any grammar errors (I'm still learning!)

Slap!

A stinging pain engulfed your cheeks as you looked back up to meet those same eyes that hold so much innocence and kindness to it, eyes that made you fell into it's lovely depths and wishing nothing but to see more of it — and that was your first mistake, by now you'd wish you have never taken the first step; a dare within your friend group, a seemingly innocent dare to force yourself to gather a courage to walk straight to your crush; him.

Yang Jungwon.

The first time you've ever laid your eyes on him was on the day of your first day of school. The day where your dad had been promoted into a higher position in his job and so this immense luck landing it's grace on your family had you and your mom jumping in the living room with pure bliss after your dad breaks the news.

You've remembered it all very well; the pure happiness adorning your parent's face, the scent of the city and the mesmerising sight of the tall buildings you've never seen before for you grew up in the countryside your entire life, the day when you tried on your new school uniform — spinning around as you looked at yourself in the mirror, happy and contented, the day when you stepped in to your new high school and instantly made good friends, and the day you laid your eyes on him.

The class president, the smartest and the perfect ideal type of every girl; his feline eyes that somehow holds the enchanting melody of a siren, pulling you deeper into its deepest parts inside the ocean. His lush black hair flowing along the gentle breeze under the sunny blue sky while his face constantly switches to numerous kinds of expressions.

Confused, curious, shock, amazement, disbelief and many more you've grown to memorise as you watched him from the distance.

He was ethereal and a piece of canvas that you couldn't dare to lay your hands onto.

It continued on for many weeks till your friends caught on with your hidden but obvious feelings for the class president, and a not so bright but daring idea popped in their head.

You, to say the least, were very taken aback by the game your friends suggested.

Of course, you refused, shaking your head in complete refusal not wanting to embarrassed yourself and possibly stamping your entire life with such a bold and shameless name.

But your friends advice strikes your heart even deeper with the logic in your head, "Your class president won't always be there, better take the chance while it's still free and flying~"

And so, you did it as you proceeded with the dare.

You don't know how you got this sudden outburst of courage but yet, you still did it.

You remember how his feline-like eyes grows into cute boba ones as he takes in your confession. Abashed you were as you voiced out the dare you had with your friends; a small peck on his cheek would suffice the deal as your cheeks heated up with each words escaping from your mouth while your friends' giggles annihilates you like an arrow.

What he said next surprises you, "Sure, a small peck won't hurt anyways."

You were sure your eyeballs were about to pop out when you heard those words but nevertheless you regained your composure, biting your lips every now and often as you lifted yourself up in tiny tip toes to his height.

Taking a quick, chaste peck on his soft cheek. You muttered a thousand thank you while you bowed down for nth time, striding off to your friend with their joyous responses.

How foolish you were as you blushed in a complete mess, taking a one last quick look at him and you swore you almost choked on your saliva when his feline-like eyes were fixated on you and a tiny grin adorning his lips while his friends playfully pushed him.

Ah, was that it?! Have you somehow had pulled the strings within his heart?

Love, love, love — sweet kind of love that everyone dies for! What could anyone else want if not that kind of love?

You thought, that was it. When your eyes were met that soft pink letter laying inside your locker. The owner had his name written below the sweet paragraph, a sweet confession, a sweet epiphany.

— Yang Jungwon.

Your heart exploded in utter happiness, trying to suppress your wide grin with your clenched fists up to your lips.

But why?

What is this? Where's the love story you were hoping to experience in? The rainbows, the soft clouds, the pastel colours surrounding it — where was it?

The stinging burn on your face says otherwise and that same spine-chilling voice you once so much adore echoes inside the empty classroom.

"Have you always been such a slut behind my back? Even before you had met me?"

Why did your angel-like crush turn out to be such a horrible and an incarnate of devil himself?

You couldn't processed everything so quick as in a split second; you were pulled into those warm chests in a harsh approach, actually. Jungwon throws daggers into you as his wrath filled eyes softened and at once he crashed his lips into you for what seems like a hundredth time.

The kiss, his kiss, his lips that you ever so often gazed at and wonder how does it taste like?

Was it soft? Was it caring? Was it love?

Was it capable to even bring you a larger bliss within your heartstrings? To pull and tighten, to push and hold and to strengthen the love you had for this very boy?

Apparently, no.

It hurts you instead — like a handmade scarf that has been meticulously sewed with love all these time, only to be mercilessly torn apart by this thorned love.

The very first time he did that was back then when you came back from home together with your childhood best friend who came to visit you from the countryside, a short visit that is; and a boy that to be exact, and when Jungwon approaches you from the distance with a pair of yogurt in his hands — it was your foolish dumb mistake to miss that sour expression on his face.

You failed to realise that he didn't like it. He didn't like it even for a bit. In fact, it made him bitter. It ruin his supposedly good day. The pair of yogurt in his hands had been crushed into pieces, its contents staining his hands.

It was crystal clear that you two liked each other but due to personal reasons such as you didn't want to be in a relationship first considering you had a strict parents. Talk about your questionable approach that day. .

He respected that even more so with a gentle smile adorning his face and his feline-like eyes raising up in the slightest smiles.

He was so attentive and sweet to you, often listening to your wishes and never complaining. Love was written all over his pretty face as he watches you read a book out loud with the utmost affection, helping you with your homework as a wide big smile never leaving his cherry pink lips.

However that day . . .

That day was the first time you knew what he was capable of; he was pissed. Pushing you into your room harshly with an immense rage written all over his being, it was like he was controlling himself from releasing it on you and so he took it out on your belongings. Ripping your notebooks in pieces, your precious belongings into a dumb broken useless stuff as soon as he was done.

You were weeping, desperately begging for him to stop and when he did — you were taken aback, fear for the first time engulfed your being when he approached you with small steps.

"Fucking slut. That bastard, what was so good in him that you had to let him walk you home rather than me?!"

"You could've ask me. You could've called me. That piece of shit you had in your pocket, you got my number right so why? Why, why, why?"

"Answer me!"

This boy right in front of you and that boy you've often watched from afar was a complete different persona from each other.

And this wasn't the one you had fallen in love with.

"Fuck, kitten. You've become so brave, aren't you?"

From then on, your spring life bathed in soft pink and cherry blossoms has been replaced with a darker shade of petals — roses with thorns, sharp edges that mercilessly graced your once untainted skin with its claws and teeths.

A harsh pull on your hair made you stumble backwards in a swift speed, your butt hitting the floor with a loud thud, making you gasp and looking up to see that same boy you once adore but very much harboured a deep hatred now.

Jungwon's feline eyes hold the same emotion as he had that fateful day, annoyance and bitterness.

"Ah!" you gritted your teeth when his claws aggresively pulled a fistful of your hair to his nose — sniffing it like a mad dog.

"Your hair. . Did you got a new hair shampoo today?" His eyes softened for a bit and you hastily nodded not wanting to anger him further in this once again empty classroom in which most of the students had gone for the lunch break or to their respective clubs. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've bought a new one for you, you know? Shouldn't have troubled yourself to buy cheap ones. ."

His harsh grip on your hair loosens and instead turns into a caring pat, "They don't suit you."

In this very situation, Jungwon doesn't like it the slightest if you don't answer him because he demands you to agree with every single thing he says, obey him and submit yourself to him.

"I-I. .—"

"Oh c'mon, I haven't did anything yet and you're stuttering like a dumb bitch? Fuck, kitten. . Stop being so adorable will you?" Jungwon giggled as he brushed your hair in a caring gesture.

Those giggles that were once a sweet-like melody to your ears now only served as a horror bell ripping your ears apart.

"—But it's not so adorable walking around with someone behind my back. I thought you've learned your lesson?"

Silence.

The dark, eerie atmosphere and the unnerving silence engulfing the entire room had your body ran with goosebumps as the feline boy sighed, fixing his posture and dragging one of the desks to his side.

"Kitten," Jungwon brushed your hair with his fingers, patting your head ever so loving as he helped you get up on your feet — his other hand wrapped itself around your waist.

Helping himself sat on the desk, he pulled you between his legs, further closing the distance between you both as his arms grabbed you in either your side while you couldn't bear to look at him with those menacing and alluring eyes as always.

"You're fucking lucky I'm in a good mood today, or else I would've snap your ear in half considering I saw you with a particular student in the corridor."

Panic arises within your heart, spiraling into your pupils as your eyes widen. "N-no! Jungwon, it's not like what you t-thought! Ah!—"

His soft strokes on your hair suddenly digs its claws in your skin, pulling your face a bit close to him in a swift speed.

"Excuses. Haven't I told you to stop giving me dumb excuses if you still want to keep that sweet tongue of yours, kitten?"

You gulped nervously.

"I don't mind taking it since that would mean you won't have to scream everytime we play a game.."

Shaking your head in desperation as you pleaded with your eyes, you can't bear to get tortured by him again.

"Then beg. Show me how sorry you are."

You hesitated but if this is what it takes to escape his wrath then you have to.

On your knees to the floor as you wrapped your arm around his pants, "Jungwon, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you! I just— I just—"

Silence, silence.

"Are you really sorry?"

You nodded in a frantic manner.

Another pure agony of silence ensues but eventually, Jungwon's eyes softens, "Sweet, sweet, kitten. That's exactly what I wanted from you." His hand wrapped itself around your neck making you leaned forward to him.

Once again, his lips devoured yours. The heated moment between the both of you contain so much romance and chemistry as you watched yourself and him in the mirror leaning against the wall.

If only, if only this was all a dream.

You were beyond lucky to have escaped his dangerous little games that day, as it was a rare occurrence for Jungwon to do so.

When he's in a good mood, soft and melodic humming emitting from him and aura brightening with each passing second — this boy was the one you're familiar with.

He was a self composed boy, calm as the water and familiar as the gentle sky — but the truth couldn't be any more uglier when his wrath overtook every inch of him as deep inside him; a sinister darkness spiraled inside the depths of his now rotten heart — which was he said, your very fault.

And when it did happened, all hell breaks loose. You could only pray to the deity above for him to go easy on you.

"Wear this skirt I bought for you, I think it would suit you alot, kitten."

"What's this shit? You could've ask for my help than from others, don't you know how fucking it pissed me off to see you begging around like a dumb slut?"

"(Name)! Look, here's a picture of a cat I took the other day."

"You look so damn adorable with all these scars, darling!"

It's that unpredictable emotions of his that switches on and off that scares you so much. You were lucky he only resorted to slapping you or choking you most of the time, and only then when you were being a brat to him — does the real torture starts;

Jungwon takes a great pleasure in torturing you in every way possible he could think of and everytime it would end with fresh deep scars with blood dripping from it, dark bruises all over your arm. He was sadistic but dramatically romantic at the same time.

Hell, hell it was.

He's the reincarnation of evil itself.

Another hell disguised in a normal day.

You could never escape this hellhole that has this demon lurking inside it, Yang Jungwon.

"Earth to (Name)?" A hand waves in front of your face in a hasty manner and you looked up only to be met with the gentle aura that exudes from this boy.

Sim Jake. The puppy-like boy of this school, with that gentle and polite manners of his that always have been the talk of the town just like Jungwon.

In fact he was among Jungwon friends. Those friends that you often saw around Jungwon during lunch break.

Jake, to say the least, was the one who showed support and cheer for you whenever he passed by. Ever since the day of that bold confession of yours, Jake would randomly appear and strike a short and brief conversation which consists of teasing you and telling bits about Jungwon, something he never fails to do so.

Kinda like your secret wingman.

You've always thought Jungwon was the only one different amongst his friends; kind-hearted and the caring type and that's why it surprises you that Jake was so easy to approach and talk to unlike the typical high school popular groups you often watch from TV shows, expecting them to be very mean and evil.

Evil.

Well, that was before you knew just how Jungwon really was and so you've became extremely wary around his friends, not wanting to form any close nor brief friendship with any of them.

Drowning in your thoughts, you missed Jake's question and his frowning expression were crystal clear that he wasn't letting it pass.

"(Name)!"

"O-oh?" stuttering as the noises of the cafeteria surrounding you brought you back to reality, and back to Jake. Gulping, you pulled your sleeves down to hide the purple bruises on your wrist but your abrupt gesture caught Jake's attention, making his eyes lingered on your covered wrist.

And yet, he just tilted his head — passing it off as a random habits of yours, "So, how's your relationship with Jungwon? Is it all good?"

The way he gleefully say it with that big wide smile splattered on his face made your stomach churned. Was he oblivious to what was happening to you and Jungwon?

"Um. . I guess so?"

"Pfft, that short response is all you got?"

You looked down to your tray of food, "Then what else do you want me to say, Jake?"

"Uhm, anything? Is this only the update you can give to us after that bold dare you did in front of all of us that day? C'mon now, (Name)." Jake whined. "Even Jungwon won't tell us anything about you."

You munched on your food, hoping nothing but for the conversation to end and for Jake to leave at once.

If Jungwon appears and sees you with another guy other than him, it won't end well. But it's not like you could spat out to Jake and tell him to get out of your sight since deep inside you, you still want to talk with him and laugh with him like you used to.

"Didn't it work though? God, have my sacrifices were all a waste, gone to the drain?" Jake pouted, grabbing your arm dramatically which instantly made you flinched in surprise.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

You swore your heart sank due to that abrupt close proximity and because of that, your mind was once again drowning in fear of him. Your head snapped around, looking for any signs of him but there was none and so a sigh of relief escapes your mouth.

"(Name), you're acting like there's a murderer on the loose hunting you down." Seemingly annoyed by your cold response, he just sat down next to you munching on his food — acting like a lost, mad puppy.

The sight made you wanna chuckle but his words made your heart sank for the nth time, he was spot on. If only, he knew what was happening all this time.

If only he knew, would he help you?

You're so fucking tired. You're tired of Jungwon and all the atrocities he put you in through. The comforting vibe this blonde-haired boy sitting next to you made you wanna break down and bawl in tears. You've been keeping it all this time and not even your parents were aware of it.

Jungwon was so good, so good at making you kneel before him and unknowingly letting him manipulate your emotions and it seems like he takes in a great amusement in doing that to you. So to the school, he made it look like you two were lovers but distant just so he can see who would dare to approach you.

Just so he can see who would be bold enough to put themselves right into the mouse trap he created.

And luckily for you, you've managed to avoid some students especially the male students who approached you because you don't want anything to happen to them.

But some were had their life ripped apart from them because of your fault, just like he said.

However, you can't take it anymore. You can't bear to live in this hellhole anymore.

"J-Jake? . ."

Jake scoffed as he munched his food but nonetheless answered, "Hmmm?"

"Can you help me?"

Your heart pounded deep inside your ribs to the point it hurts, you couldn't believe you did it.

You went back to the classroom and bumped into someone's chest, mumbling an apology so quick that you didn't realise it was him.

Your breath getting caught up in your throat, you took a few steps backwards but he immediately grabbed your hand pulling you closer to him in a harsh way.

What is it? Why is he mad again? Did I do something wrong? Please no, let it be not that reason!

Your mind ran a dozen thoughts as his grip on yours grew tighter making you whimper in pain, "J-Jungwon? Agh!"

"Shut up." Jungwon spat out, his face clearly irritated and bitter — you gasped, fear engulfing your body again as you realise those are the same expressions you've seen before. "Why are you talking with Jake, huh?"

"It— it's not what you think it is! W-we were just talking!" You pleaded not wanting to go through the same fate again.

"What could you two be possibly talking about? Do you think I'm fucking dumb to not realise that Jake often met you behind my back?"

"No! We didn't do anything! I swear, Jungwon please get that thoughts off your mind!"

"Fuck, what else do you want me to think? That my girlfriend is going around with my friend behind my back and doing whatever I—"

"You always say the same dumb shit!" You screamed and that made him taken aback. "You're fucking delusional! I've never even agreed to be your girlfriend and so even if we did anything, you don't have the right to control me like this! Why are you doing this to me?!"

Instant regret. Just why the fuck you did it?

Slap!

"Brat."

Slap!

"Seems like I didn't taught you enough, I see."

Slap!

You fell on the floor with a loud thud, cupping your face with both your hand that you were sure had gone deep red due to the repeated, painful slap. Your eyes had endless tears welling up inside it, gritting your teeth in an immense fear and agony.

Bending his height down to your level — his dainty fingers stroke the edges of your face, a complete contrast to what he did a few seconds ago but it didn't last long when he digged his nail deep into your skin, forcing your pathetic eyes to look at his deep ones.

"When was the last time I told you to quit doing that? Are you really trying to test my patience? Trying to see what I am even more capable of doing to you?"

"Is that it?"

You shook your head.

"Is that it?"

Again, you shook your head, tears dripping down your cheeks as your lips were pressed tight.

"IS THAT IT?!" you whimper at his sudden outburst, his veins popping in his neck as his face had bathed in red — again, you shook your head in desperation in hopes to appease his wrath.

"Then, honey?—" his voiced softened in a remarkable pace along with his eyes, "Where did you even get that bratty attitudes of yours? Did someone teach you? Tell me then, I'll give them a lesson in behalf of you."

You shook your head once again, shutting your eyes tight.

"Was it Jake?"

Panic surged inside your veins which instantly had you opened your tear filled eyes. "N-No! It's not him!"

Jungwon tilted his head at your sudden response, "Are you defending him?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You made another horrible mistake.

"Why. Are. You. Defending. That. Bastard?" Jungwon gritted his teeth.

"No! Jungwon! Please!"

Jungwon dragged you to the hallways of the school where all of the students were there, watching you drown in your embarrassment with snickers and giggles escaping their mouth.

No one was helping you here.

"See, everyone. This slut over here is betraying me, do you actually believe it?!"

Loud murmurs and gasps emits from all of them, one of the girls stepped forward with an exaggerated pout, "Then Jungwon-ah? Why can't you just leave this bitch?!"

"Right? She doesn't deserved you!"

"Just leave her! A bitch her like belongs to the street."

"Fuck right."

Your mind was bombarded with all the loud murmurs and insults thrown at you, like a knife stabbing all over your body on repeat — dragging it's tip and ripping your skin open. Your ears felt like it's gonna burst and bleed, you wanted to run, you wanted to escape.

But where?

Where?

Where?!

It felt like an endless eternity for you as you weep silently, weak and helpless as you could do nothing but let Jungwon walked you home, he brought you back to your home with that sickeningly sweet smile splattered on his face as he talked with your parents. Attending to your bruises and softly caressing it with the white towel and a bowl of water on the table.

"It is because I love you that's why I'm doing this." There it was once again, that gentle Jungwon you've always known. Why? Just what kind of bullshit is this? Why was he so kind and so evil at times? It almost makes you cry to your heart again.

"Then please stop doing this to me. ." You cried out, voice so small because inside you, a deep and big fear were lingering.

"What? This is for your own good. Haven't you gone being such a brat, I wouldn't have to go far to that extent." Jungwon raised his eyebrow. "Your bratty attitude fucking pissed me alot, y'know?"

"It's not like I intended to!" You whisper-yelled, a sudden courage burst inside your heart but still wary of your parents downstairs. And you don't know why you're even doing it. "

Jungwon was taken aback by your outburst but stayed silent and so you took it as a chance.

"Jungwon, you're fucking insane! You're insane! This is not normal and I don't know where the fuck your head is but this isn't it! What happened to you? What have happened to you? This isn't you!"

"I'm not m-me?" Jungwon giggled, letting out an amused scoff as he looked down and then back to meet your teary eyes again, "Darling! I think you're the one who's gone insane."

"No! It's not me! It's you! A sane person won't ever do all these bullshit! Yang Jungwon! Just leave me, I fucking beg you!"

Jungwon suddenly grabbed ahold of your jaw in an aggressive manner, forcing you to look at him as he leaned forward — your faces against each other just an inch closer.

"There, there," his other hand tucked in the strands of your hair behind your ear, "You don't know what you're saying so just fucking shut your mouth, love. I know you better than you know yourself."

"Just give it a little time, you'll get used to it. I know you will. Now let me see that pretty smile?" Jungwon's lips tugged up in the brightest smiles, a complete contrast to his lovesick feline eyes.

You were done. You can't bear this anymore, all of these extreme torment and abuse to your mental health. You don't care anymore, you have to run away from this city, away.

Away from him. Whatever it takes, you just have to escape from that boy you once ever so declared to love with your whole heart and gave your whole life to.

Your undying love for Jungwon has ceased to exist, it's painfully gone to ashes.

With the phone in your bruised hand, your being was shivering in fear as you called that one person you only trust right now.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

"Hello? What's up, (Name)?" His voice almost made you bawl in tears due to how safe and comforting it was.

Cupping your mouth to prevent yourself from crying, you spoke up, "J-Jake. . P-please help me."

But why is it?

Just why?

One foot forward, and another.

Here he comes, here he comes.

Didn't you say you wanted to be with Jungwon? That you wanted to be remain by his side and never leave the town? To be the only one who's going to be by his side and show who truly likes him?

To remind you of your very words, the very words that came out from your lips in the very first place.

Here you are inside Jake's house, unsafe you were as you sat on his couch with him sitting on the other side just to make you feel as comfortable as you can.

You appreciated the gesture but really, the damage has been far too done.

"Are you sure you don't want to report this off to the police?"

"Fuck, Jake. Let's just get over it please?" You bit your lip as you frown deeply, unable to look at Jake's eyes. "He's— extremely manipulative a-and it's so fucking tiring to even try to get him back in his senses and whatever we do, he's insane and I just really, really don't want to see him anymore. Please, please. Just please bring me far away from this place, from him."

Jake felt there was nothing to say anymore after hearing your words and so he stood up walking towards you, crouching in front of you as he took your hands and pat it slowly.

"Don't worry, I'll do just that. Wherever you want to go, there we'll stay."

"W-we? What do you—"

"City life fucks my head sometimes too, just want to get a break too but of course I'll get a separate house, haha." Jake's smile widens and it comforted your heart instantly, it almost felt like the situation was never this serious and everything you've experienced before was all just a bad, bad dream; a nightmare you've been forced to live in.

Ring, ring!

"Oh— let me get this call first!" You nodded watching Jake walking over to the other room. And just like that, you took a deep breath sensing a great relief engulfing your body that you were atleast safe right now.

In Jake's house to stay in until everything has settled, there were tight security surrounding his house or mansion considering how wealthy his family is, it's really no wonder at this point. You've kinda felt a bit ashamed to asked for his help but there was really no choice, you've have to take the only opportunity laid in front of you to save yourself . . . From the devil himself.

It has been a few days since you've went to school and even return back to your home. School was one thing but even your so-called home was no longer your safe haven as even Jungwon often break into your room's window and the rest was history.

Everywhere you go, there he was.

A soft chime echoes from the door a few metres away from where you are; the spacious living room. Turning your head to the source of the sound, you pondered for awhile and just a whole good minute — one of the old maid who helped you just now came out, striding too the main door.

Somehow, something was making you uneasy.

Just why Jake's taking so long with the call he got?

Fiddling your fingers and peeling away the skin of the edges of your nails, you sighed dejectedly waiting in patience but just then you heard the maid's voice echoing through the hallway you've just came in through.

A desperate, weak voice that almost reminds you of yours when you were in Jungwon's presence, resembling your voice whenever he was playing his little games that you hated so much, that you grew to fear all this months being with him.

Cat and mouse.

The winner takes the prize.

And the roles was crystal clear, he has always been the cat and you've always been the mouse.

Always had been.

A pair of rubber shoes halted it steps just a few steps away from you — the table being the only object separating you from that person.

"Love, do you think ignoring me is such a good idea? I don't think so."

And speaking of the devil, there he was beside the old lady.

Your heart sank to it's core and your stomach churned as soon as your eyes met with his gaze filled with expressions you couldn't fathom but something you were sure rings the death bell to your life.

You couldn't stand up, your feet were stuck to the ground and your body froze — you wanted nothing but to run but why, why, why. .

Why can't you move? Stand up and run.

It was as if he had cast a spell on you; a poisonous one that pulls you towards him, those same feline eyes that helds a siren-like melody — a melody that sang an approaching bloodbath.

"(Name)—" You didn't even have to look up to see Jake as he too, were shocked to see the feline boy he had been avoiding all this time for your sake. "J-Jungwon? What brings you here? This is rare, y'know? Bro?"

"Why? Am I not allowed to visit?"

"No, of course not! It's just—"

"(Name)?"

Your eyes shoot open when his spine chilling voice called out for you, almost as if your body was acting out of your own will. "H-huh?"

Jungwon reached out his hand with a sweet smile on adorning his lips, "Let's go home. I prepared dinner for you and I'm sure the dishes are getting cold, so let's go?"

Lies. He's fucking lying.

You whimper silently as you pushed yourself back to the couch, "No. ."

Jake immediately went to you, covering you from Jungwon's view. "Just go home, Jungwon. She's not going back with you."

"Hm?"

"You heard me, she's not going home with you so just please—" Jake paused, struggling to find the right words to say, "W-we we'll just talk about this tomorrow, okay?"

Silence.

"Okay?" Jake repeated once again, waiting for Jungwon's response but only a low giggle escaped from his lips.

"Tomorrow? What are you talking about? Do you actually think you still got to live one more day after messing up my fucking plan?"

"J-Jungwon?"

Another scoff, "Honey, why do you keep seducing other bastards? Haven't I done enough for you? Haven't I taught you enough lesson?"

"Just stop it!" You yelled at him as you took a cover behind Jake.

"I hate it when they look at you, so fucking much . . ." Jungwon snapped his head to the old lady beside him and to her utmost fear, everything happens so fast that you and Jake couldn't processed what happen but froze to death.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

"You're all I ever think about, and you fucking dare to run away with someone who wasn't me?!" Jungwon screamed to the top of his lungs as his tight grip on the maid's hair grew tighter, her head breaking open with every fatal blow to the wall — deep red blood dripping from the wall to the furniture.

Run.

As soon as Jungwon was done with the utter mess he created, his head tilted to your direction — his eyes holding nothing but insanity.

"Come here, kitten. Maybe I would go easy on you if you just come over here and beg like I taught you."

Jake shielded you away from the monster's sight as he pushed you backwards, whispering, "Run. Just r-run."

You shook your head as tears formed in your eyes again, gripping Jake's shirt in hopes to pull him with you.

The sight in front of Jungwon made him more bitter, "Fuck, (Name). I don't know if I want to kiss you or kill you. But okay, go ahead and run. I'll catch up to you later. . Just make sure to hide very, very well."

"(Name)! Just go!" Jake pleaded, and your heels spun around taking you away from the both of them.

Why? Why did you even bother to run away from Jungwon in the first place?

You ran far ahead, far away from the monster — you were drowning in immense fear as you hid behind the rooms among the countless of rooms in the vast hallway.

The eerie silence between them was eating Jake alive, his body shivered on its own as he tried to stop it with his other hand.

This boy, this boy wasn't Jungwon.

"J-Just what had happened to you?" Jake cried out.

Jungwon's face remain expressionless but his eyes were holding a thousand words — words that screaming annoyance and bitterness.

"You should've known better. Flirting with what's mine? You must want to die so bad."

It couldn't be more creepier as the lights went off. Darkness engulfed everything leaving the entire mansion into a complete hell and the only thing providing light for you was the moon on the sky, it's bright form hiding behind the grey clouds outside the window.

Your chest rose and fell in hopes of trying to gain your breath back but it was all hopeless as you can't calm yourself down, your lungs only hurting with each passing second and your nails almost breaking as you digged it so deep into your legs.

"Please don't let him find me, please don't let him find me!" you prayed silently over and over again as you bury your face in your legs.

Blood dripping from the boy's arms as he took his time to search for you across the hallway filled with countless of doors on his either side. Sighing, he wiped his face over a thousand times somehow getting more and more irritated with each passing second. "Do you think if you ignore me. I would stop following you?"

Your face had gone pale, blood drained from your face when you heard his small voice from the distance, the walls and doors blocking the danger from you.

Another door got crashed with a loud kick.

"Do you think if you would get some help, I would back down and give up?"

A few, soft tsk emits from him.

"Or have you ever thought, if you hide somewhere, I'd never find you in this world?" Another door were kicked in, delivering a ticking death bell towards your direction as you curled your form even deeper in hopes to protect yourself from him.

"Oh no no no dear kitten!" His exaggerated voice made you whimper, there was no turning back — this was the beginning of his game. This was how he starts his game.

Jungwon claps so loud as he throw his head backwards, a series of giggles emitting from him, "Why? Are you scared?"

He doesn't care, if it's fun he will do it. That's why he was looking for you while his other hand lazily grips the dripping head within his claws. "Kitten~"

BAM!

"Are you here?!" a grim giggle soon follows one after another, your breath hitched in utter fear making you cupped your mouth from producing any more sound.

It was obvious by now that he purely enjoys the thrill of hunting you down like a prey waiting to be devoured.

"Let's see. ." His blood-stained fingers slides continuously through the wooden doors.

Silence.

The sound of the empty air and low chimes below the mansion were heard all over the space.

Your body froze when a rush footsteps stride over to to another door, just beside from where your door are. "You're here then?!"

Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out.

Your chest rose and fell in a countless times making your heart ache as just then—

BAM!

The entire lights surrounding in and out of the mansion flickers open, except the room you were in and the door to the room you were in bursts opened, revealing the boy tilting his head downwards to take a good look on your weak, petite crouching form on the corner of the room.

"Ah, found you. Kitten."

You felt a surge of goosebumps engulfed your entire body and without realising, you were already bawling in tears — your cries of agony filled the entire room.

Pain, pain, pain.

You knew pain was waiting for you.

If you were lucky enough, if he was lenient enough, you'd be away with some few scratches.

But if you weren't, you'd be sure that you wouldn't be walking away from this place with your legs still attached to yours because you remembered what he said when he brought you back home.

"I don't mind cutting your legs off just to keep you by my side."

But that wasn't the only thing that made your breathe caught in your throat, your cries of agony had stopped instantly when something he threw rolled over to your direction.

You watched it but not being able to comprehend what it was due to the darkness of the room and the light behind Jungwon blinding your view.

It rolls, rolls, and rolls until it halts before you.

Utter disgust.

A surge of scream from you emits in the air and your head threw downwards, vomiting everything from your stomach.

"J-Jake?" You bawl in tears, excruciating pain had you stood up in a frantic manner wanting nothing but to stay away from the dripping head on the floor.

What were you feeling?

Sadness? Anger? Pity? Regret? Guilt?

You couldn't fathom what it was as you keep letting out loud cries of agony, shutting your eyes tight but the gory image before you were etched deeply in your mind.

Jungwon wasn't at all pleased but let out a low chuckle anyways, "Ta-da! Like the gift?"

He slowly approaches you in a leisurely way, taking a good look at the pathetic head laying on the floor before giggling and kicking it off like a soccer ball.

The flesh organ hits the wall, furthering the damage on it's bruised face which results in its eyes popping out.

"Why don't you see it? Fuck. Take a good look at the present I made for you." Jungwon grabs ahold of your jaw, pushing your face to the head of the boy who once promised to look after you. "Look. Doesn't he look nice with all that?"

You cried. Cried and cried. You were incredibly tired but you still cried.

It was your fault, wasn't it?

A spine chilling and low giggle emits from him behind your back. "Yes, it's your fault."

"Haven't you tested my patience, nothing sort like this would've happen but you did, brat." He pushed you so hard towards the ground once again.

Helpless and weak, you didn't look up, only weeping in pure agony.

"Remember when you first did the dare back that day?" A soft giggle emits from him. His chest rose and fell as a satisfied grin adorned his face.

"At first, I was wondering why a girl like you would be so damn brave.. I was more than intrigued." A small pocket knife emerges from Jungwon's pockets, already stained with blood. "But when you told me you'd be by my side for the rest of our eternity, something snapped inside me y'know? When you told me that you'd remain with me even if no one else did, don't you realise just how fucking insane that is?"

Jungwon grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up to meet his dark and lovesick gaze.

You whimper in utter fear as he stroked the cold tip of the knife on your lips then slowly sliding it down to your neck. "I'm so madly in love with you, kitten."

"You love me too, right?"

You nodded so fast, tears dripping to your cheek down to your jaw and that sight made Jungwon leaned forward, licking and tasting the tears staining your face.

"Now if you don't kiss me, I'll slit your fucking throat."

📣AUTHOR'S NOTE: bruh writing bout jungwon always made me so invested tf. Again, don't confused fiction w reality, this is only meant to satisfy the readers' imagination. I can't stop myself from adding my dose of my craziness in it 💀 I think I should also control myself from writing long fics for a request lmao. As always, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! They're the ultimate motivation fuel!

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